#trailing behind him like yeah babe i did that was so cool. are you feeling okay

[halflifebutawesome]

playing my game with my friend

[visionarymode]

Seeing Double

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso & jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 4,285

You locked your car and speedily walked to the front door as the cool breeze picked up. The sound of the music and chatter behind the door grew louder as you approached it. You rang the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before Solo opened the door. 

“Hey, come on in,” he greeted with a warm smile and a quick hug. 

You stepped inside and immediately locked eyes with Jimmy, an enthusiastic spark igniting inside of you. He was a few feet away from the door chatting with one of his cousins, flashing you a warm smile as soon as you came into his view. You felt that warmth rush throughout your body from how sexy he looked. He had two braids in, wore a long black sleeve and black joggers. He had his silver chain on but with that pretty ass smile of his, his teeth out brightened that chain. 

“Let me take your jacket,” Solo interrupted your thoughts. 

“Wh- oh yeah thanks,” you smiled handing him your jacket. 

“Finally your ass made it!” You looked back up to see Jimmy with the biggest grin on his face coming in to embrace you for a hug. 

“You been waiting for me?” you teased, pulling back with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and leaned into you. 

“You want a drink?” he spoke in your ear so you could hear him as the music blared in the living room. 

“Yeah!” you replied as he walked over to the counter to pour you your favorite, tequila. 

“Hey girl!” one of your closest friends Jasmine walked over to give you a hug. 

“Hey! Ooh you look hot,” you complimented flicking back her front curls. 

“Says you. You look like you’re here to show someone what they’re missing,” she teased playfully spanking you. 

“Now why would you say that?” 

She raised both of her brows and jokingly scoffed in response. 

“Babe you wore the jeans that make your ass look the best and your boobs are about to spill out that top any second now,” she giggled, spinning you around. You wore light blue jeans with a white lace cropped tank top that did indeed threaten to spill out your breasts. 

“It’s a party…I wanted to dress up a bit.” 

You knew damn well you were lying and she was so right. You spent an hour picking out the right outfit knowing they’d be here. 

“Tequila sunrise ma’am,” Jimmy sneaked up behind you, resting his hand on your lower back, causing slight goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Jasmine shot you a wink and you quickly glared at her and took a sip from your glass. 

“Mmmm thank you…” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his. There he was, chilling on the couch with his legs spread  open, intently watching you interact with his twin brother. A girl you didn’t recognize sitting a little too close to him was trying to whisper whatever the hell in his ear, but he didn’t seem to care at all. You had his full undivided and adorned attention, like you were the only one in the room who mattered. He gave you a questionable nod, taking another sip of his drink. 

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Hey Baby by Pitbull & T-Pain blared through the speakers as Jimmy held you close with your back against his chest, his right hand gripping your waist as he drank with the other. You were fairly drunk at this point, but you weren’t drunk enough to feel his bulge poking your lower back provoking you to subtly throw it back on it. You felt him get harder, sensually humming in your ear. 

“You better stop doin’ that before I take yo sexy ass upstairs…” he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around your bare stomach. You cheekily grinned and turned around to see him looking you up and down as he licked his lips. You took a few steps backward and playfully shrugged your shoulders and headed up the stairs. You walked down the hallway, the music downstairs still faintly thumping in your chest. 

“Where you goin’?” you turned around to see Jimmy following you, taking another swing of his solo cup. 

“I…don’t know I don’t live here,” you looked around giggling at the countless doors to choose from. 

“You’re drunk as hell,” he laughed enlacing his fingers with yours as he knocked on the door to the right. You both heard a woman loudly moan on the other side. You covered your mouth while Jimmy made a disgusted face making you laugh.

“This Solo’s room too he’s gon’ be mad as hell,” he chuckled nudging your arm. 

“Maybe it’s solo in there-“ you got cut off as you saw figures reaching the top of the steps. 

“What are y’all doin’?” Solo walked down the hallway with his arm around his wife. Your jaw dropped and you and Jimmy both looked at each other busting out laughing. 

“We wanted to sit down somewhere quieter the music is louuuuuud,” you expressed with a whisper. Solo laughed and opened the door to his left. 

“Y’all can chill in here. Chill only. Take care of her,” he looked at Jimmy and bowed down to his brother in response to his instructions. You both walked in, Jimmy shutting the door behind him as you both plopped down on the bed with a big sigh. 

“Whatchu’ been up to?” he asked, resting his hand on his thigh, taking another swig of his cup. 

“I’m at a party,” you answered obviously. 

“I know. You know what I mean,” he chuckled nudging your thigh with his own. 

“Nothin’ really. Been busy with work,” you shrugged taking another sip of your drink. 

“No boyfriend?” You paused mid-sip and slightly dropped the cup below your eyes revealing a focused gaze waiting for your answer. 

“Nope,” you sighed. 

“Mm. I find that hard to believe.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“I mean shit…look at you,” he softly expressed as his eyes fell over your chest and back up to meet your low eyes. 

“What about me?” you hesitantly asked with a low whisper, still gazing into his deep brown eyes. 

“Don’t know how someone this fine could be single,” he answered not breaking the eye contact. The heat between your thighs became unbearable. The silence in the room was loud yet the sound of your heart pounding rang in your ears as you moved your foot, your leg dragging down his. 

“Let’s go…” you giggled getting up to head towards the door before he grabbed your wrist, making you turn back around. 

“Where you goin’?” 

“Downstairs, people are probably wondering where we are-“ he pulled your wrist again so you were standing between his legs. 

“Uh uh…” he gripped your hips and his fingers found the belt hooks of your jeans as he pulled you onto his lap. 

“Jimmy…” you breathed out nervously. 

“What baby?” his deep, soft, and husky voice asked looking up at you. The silence in the room was extremely loud but not as loud as the sexual tension inches between the both of you. 

“You still wanna go?” he asked cradling the side of your face, his thumb lightly fondling your bottom lip. 

“Fuck…” you sighed, instantly giving in and locking your lips with his. His lips were so soft, intoxicating yet addicting like a fresh glass of cold water. 

He adjusted your legs to wrap around him as he fell back on the bed with you landing on top of him. You whipped your hair back and out your way, holding his bearded face in both of your hands as you slipped your tongue in his hungered mouth. 

“You’re so damn sexy…” he deeply moaned, slapping your ass and groping both cheeks with his large hands inviting you to grind harder on his growing bulge. This being the first time you’ve shared a kiss, it was insane how your tongues naturally danced together. The liquor and your vanilla bean lip gloss mixing together, making you moan in his mouth.

“Jimmy…” you softly breathed out as he left wet kisses down your neck, slightly snatching the top of your shirt with his teeth, snaking his tongue above your breasts. 

“Hm?” he grabbed your cheeks with his right hand, forcing you to look back down at him as he bit your bottom lip.

“We should go back…” you shakily whispered before abruptly turning you over on your back. 

“Should we?” he taunted as he got on top of you, irritatingly slow, yet calmly rubbing his hands up and down your legs. He ran them back up your body, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words as he caressed your cheeks ever so slightly, a smirk creeping up on his lips. 

“So no?” he deeply chuckled, hovering over your conflicted face as his cold chain tickled your collarbone. 

“Mm. Mm.” you shook your head with a smirk defining your answer, pulling him by his chain to get back on your lips. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought…” he mumbled against your saliva-stained lips as he tugged on the hem of your cropped top, helping you slip out of it as he admired you in your laced nude bra. 

“God…” he growled before slowly flattening his tongue in the middle, sliding it up to your neck causing your back to arch, and he took that opportunity to unclip your bra as he threw it across the room. He cupped your breasts in his large, warm hands before twirling his tongue on your left nipple and enclosing his lips around to softly suck, his wet kisses audibly smacking. Suddenly Jimmy’s phone started ringing, making you open your eyes to the blaring sound and turn to find where it was coming from. 

“Y-Your phone…” The last word rolled off your tongue as a moan at his dedication to stimulating your nipples with his long, warm tongue.

“I don’t care…” he mumbled continuing to slide his tongue up, down, and around your nipple as it loudly and sloppily popped out his mouth. 

“But what if it’s-“ he stopped you as he wrapped his hand around your throat, making you open your once-fluttered eyes as his lips grazed yours. 

“I said…I don’t care,” he whisperingly insisted while unzipping your jeans, his hand slipping down your pants and over your drenched panties. He lowly chuckled at the contact. 

“You don’t seem to give a damn about that phone either, huh?” he mumbled down your stomach as he left a trail of his wet pecks. You giggled, feeling yourself melting into the sheets before three pounding knocks at the door made you both freeze and look back at the sound. 

“Aye Jimmy!” You knew exactly whose voice was behind that door. 

“Man, I know yo ass is in there!” You frantically pushed him off of you and quickly put your bra and top back on in lightning speed. Jimmy looked at you for approval before opening the door as you fixed your hair. You stood off to the side in an attempt to hide before he swung open the door only revealing his figure. 

“What?” he snapped.  

“Uce we need more drinks from your car, let’s go.” 

“Man that’s what you here for?!” he kissed his teeth in response. 

“Cuzzos just got here and all the drinks are gone. Let’s go get ‘em!” Jimmy peeked back in to mouth “You good?” You nodded your head before he shot you a wink and left with his brother. 

You took a deep breath, your mind still fuzzy from that encounter before slightly opening the door and tip-toeing back down the stairs to the party. You thought they would’ve been out the door by now, but no. There they both were at the bottom of the stairs. Jimmy dabbed up one of the guests and Jey caught you coming down, keeping a steady gaze on you. You locked eyes for the second time tonight, this time was way more intense than the last. He let you walk past as you found Jasmine and asked if she wanted to take shots with you. You were chatting and drinking for the next twenty minutes, as Jimmy stayed close to you casually holding you by the waist or wrapping his arm around you including you in conversations. You giggled from a joke his cousin told before you saw him, again, subtly glaring at the two of you. What is his issue? 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you whispered in Jimmy’s ear as he nodded letting you go. You made sure not to look in his brother’s way before quickly heading up the stairs and shutting the bathroom door behind you. You rested your hands on the counter staring at yourself in the mirror, letting out a big sigh. You fixed a couple strands of your hair before the door swung open, startling you as Jey let himself in. 

“What the fuck?!” your hand flew to your chest at the sudden burst. 

“Man what you doin’ with him?” he snarled at you as his grillz peeked out, quickly locking the door behind him. 

“Don’t you fucking knock?” you snapped back. “I could’ve been using the bathroom.” 

“Then you should’ve locked the door,” he sarcastically replied pointing towards the door knob. You were about to come at him again before you looked at the doorknob and giggled, forgetting locks even existed. He chuckled at your drunkenness and moved a strand of your bangs out of your face, his hand dropping down to caress your cheek. You felt like you were seeing double as his touch felt similar to his brother’s, the same touch that made you swoon just half an hour ago. 

“What?” you softly asked, as you naturally rested the side of your face in his palm, feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“I was waiting to see you all day, and you been with Jimmy the whole damn night.” he expressed. 

“What, are you jealous?” you shockingly laughed not expecting him to confess his feelings like that. The last word made him furrow his brows, slight hostility taking over his facial expressions. You tried to walk past and reach for the doorknob before he extended his arm and rested his hand on the door blocking your only exit. 

“Where you goin’?” his deep, spine-chilling whisper making you slowly turn your head, your faces inches apart. 

“D-Downstairs…” you stumbled as his deep brown and piercing eyes studied your lips before peering up to meet your gaze, searching for any kind of hesitancy. You felt like you were under a spell. A very, very intriguing and compelling spell. 

“That what you want?” he softly asked, cupping your chin. You felt your heart rate quicken, the throbbing between your thighs just as fast. 

“What else would I want?” you asked, holding his wrists as he grabbed your face with both hands. 

“Looked like you wanted my brother but I’m about to change your mind real quick.” 

“Who said I want my mind changed?” you dropped your hands to cross your arms and raised a brow. He looked down to the floor with a chuckle, surrounding you as he leaned against the counter. 

“Whatchu’ still doing here then?” he looked back up to ask, his face dangerously close to yours. 

“I-“ you paused as he caught you off guard with the question. You didn’t know what you were still doing here. All you knew at that specific moment was the enticing aroma of his cologne, his soft pink lips screaming at you to meet them, and his deep and insanely convincing voice pressuring you for answers. 

“I don’t want nothin’ from you. I just wanna make you feel good…” he muttered as your lips brushed against each other as he spoke, your mouth starting to part and he took that chance to slide his tongue in your mouth. You moaned with relief, sucking on his tongue letting your aching pussy and drunk, horny mind take over. He gripped your hips to pin you against the counter. Your mouths hungrily sucking and licking each other’s thoughts away, your pants and breaths growing heavier as the kiss became sloppier. He kept his right hand on the nape of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as he glided his tongue down your neck, a shaky whimper escaping your mouth. 

“Stop…” you whispered feeling a tiny inch of guilt swarm your mind. 

What the hell are you doing fooling around with both twins in the same damn night? Not even in the same night, within the same hour. 

He quieted those thoughts down as he unzipped your jeans, swirling his tongue on the sensitive, smooth skin below your jaw. He licked at your sweet spot, an audible smacking sound filling the room causing a moan to roll off your tongue. 

“Your mouth is saying one thing but this pussy is telling me another…” he growled in your ear as he dragged his finger up and down your soaked entrance, opening your folds ever so slowly as he nibbled your ear. Your eyes fluttered and a low yet high-pitched whimper escaped your lips as your forehead fell on his shoulder. 

“You want me to stop?” he breathed against your neck, teasingly gliding his finger up and down, over and over between your slick folds. You subconsciously bucked your hips forward, desperately needing the pressure of his fingers to pull the trigger. 

“Fuck…” you whined with a whisper, looking down at his tanned and tatted arm and bracelet moving with the vertical slides of his fingers inside your pants. Without warning he slowly slipped his long, thick finger inside your dripping hole. You held onto his shoulder for support, your mouth falling open as a whispered moan followed. 

“Jey..” you lowly gasped as he pushed in another finger, knuckles deep inside of you causing you to clench around his digits. 

“Yeah baby…” he pressed his forehead on yours as he sloshed his finger in and out of you, hitting your g spot. Your pants became heavier against his lips that he licked, a soft groan slipping from his mouth watching you in deep pleasure. 

“Say the word and I’ll stop…” he muttered as he bit your bottom lip, his sharp fangs making a breathy whine roll off your tongue once again.

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes snapped open hearing Jasmine’s voice on the other side and you clasped your hand over your mouth. It felt like someone just woke you up from a really, really good dream. 

“Y-yeah?” you asked. You thought Jey would’ve had the right mind to stop finger fucking you with someone calling your name right outside the door, but no. He was trying to hide his giggle and smirked at you, slowly removing his coated fingers out of you to suck your wetness off of them. Watching him take his time devouring your juices like it was his favorite snack made your knees buckle, literally. 

“You okay?” she asked. You quietly reached towards the doorknob to lock it. You opened your mouth to answer before he snatched your attention within seconds. You locked eyes with him as he dropped to the floor, taking off your jeans and you naturally lifted each leg helping him. You realized he wasn’t going to stop and snapped back to it as you nudged his shoulder shooting him a glare. 

“Yeah I’m good!” you tried to reassure her. 

“Okay, girl. Well I’ll be downstairs pouring me another drink. Or I might just get one of those Samoans to do it for me because damn they are fine…” 

You listened to about half that sentence as you both stared into each other’s eyes while he left soft kisses right above the hem of your panties. He started slipping them down, running his hands up and down your thighs before parting them slightly apart. 

“Shoot your shot g-girl,” you tumbled on the last word as he impulsively flicked open your slick folds and started lapping his warm and wet tongue up and down your entrance. 

“You sure you’re okay? You want me to come in?” 

“N-no no no,” you hurriedly breathed out. You tried to cover it up with a fake laugh. “I’m g-good!” 

“Who you talkin’ to?” you heard a man’s voice behind the door. 

Oh my god. 

“Oh my god…” you moaned out loud as your head fell back while he took turns scooping your wetness up with his tongue and wrapping his lips around your pussy lips making out with it like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N, she just needed a little breather.” 

“Y/N you good?” he softly asked.

Yeah, I’m doing great your twin brother’s head is just buried between my thighs right now. 

He continued lapping up your pussy at a faster speed, gripping your wobbly thighs to keep you in place. 

“Yes, yes I’m good I’ll be out in a minute,” you quickly stumbled, gripping the edges of the counter as one of your hands slipped. Jey removed his lips to let out a little snicker, knowing damn well you were gonna be here for longer than a minute with that tongue of his. 

“Alright. Tell me if you need anything,” he voiced closer to the door. The sound of his voice near your ear and the way his brother slurped up every inch of your streaming pussy heightened your climax. You looked down to see Jey sticking up the middle finger at his twin who couldn’t even see him. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans and cries making sure they were gone before you let them out of your system. He swiftly snatched your left leg off the ground and hung it over his right shoulder as he buried his face deeper inside, rigorously  driving his tongue in and out of your hole. 

“Oh my gooooood…” you loudly moaned followed by a shaky whimper as shockwaves took over your entire body. You used the foot of the leg hung over his shoulder to push against his back allowing you to ride his face. 

“Mmmm give it to me baby…” he coached you with a moan as you enlaced your fingers in his hair, letting out one final cry, your creamy nectar squirting all over and in his mouth. You felt your juices dripping down your inner thighs before he slurped every drop licking you clean. 

“He can’t get this pussy dripping like this, huh?” he muttered with a groan as he squeezed your thighs, savoring you as your breathing slowed down. Your eyes fluttered, feeling drunker than before as he gently dragged your panties back up and around your hips. He noticed you motionless and stood up to meet your faint gaze, running a hand over his drenched beard. 

“You okay?” he chuckled, running his hands up and down your upper arms as you looked at him with shock. 

“What the fuck just happened…” you shook your head, still breathless from that orgasm. 

“I made your pretty ass cum the way you deserve that’s what happened,” he smirked against your lips before pecking them as you felt the aftertaste on his lips. You found yourself smiling back, his lips so soft, warm, and wet it left you wanting seconds.

“You ready to go back down?” he asked as he tilted your chin up. 

“I need a minute. You go…” you mumbled pulling up your pants and turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. He noticed your uneasiness and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Relax…you good baby,” he reassured you as he kissed your shoulder and you felt calmer than you did ten seconds ago just from his comforting tone. 

“We’ll see you back down,” he shot you a wink and closed the door behind him. You furrowed your brows at his statement.

Who’s we? Oh, the guests. The party. That’s what he meant, duh. Right? 

You reapplied your lip gloss, fluffed up your hair, and took a deep breath before opening the door as the blaring music practically woke you up and brought you back to reality. You went down the stairs and looked around to find Jasmine but instead, your eyes landed on Jimmy and Jey by the speakers having a conversation. 

What the fuck is he doing? 

You felt your heart racing and didn’t realize you froze in the middle of the stairs before one of their cousins told you to watch out as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t even pay him any attention as Jimmy’s eyes landed on you. You tried to read his face but failed when he didn’t seem angry or happy. He seemed unfazed, almost clueless as to what just happened in the bathroom. Jey found you next, a small smirk creeping on his lips and you felt like you were suddenly trapped. You saw one of their friends walk up to them to dab both of them up as they got indulged in the conversation. You furrowed your brows, shaking it off. You were just overthinking. It’s been a long, long night. Yet it just started. You continued to walk down the stairs seeing Jasmine on the other side of the room. 

“Hey! Where the hell you been?” she asked with a giggle hugging you close. 

“Where you been?” you shyly asked covering it up with a laugh, looking around with nerves. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket indicating a text and you pulled it out. You squinted and blinked a couple of times making sure your drunk self was reading it right. 

Jimmy: Meet me upstairs in 5.

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When the Stars Align

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

This is my submission for the International Bob Floyd Fucks Month (hosted by @attapullman).

Summary: You (call sign: Stealth) find out your boyfriend’s been cheating on you for months the night before you’re leaving for a camping trip with friends. Will you act on the feelings you’ve been trying to ignore? The answer is yes.

WC: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), being called good girl 🤤, one bed kinda trope, mutual masturbation, etc.

“What’s up with Stealth?” Bob asks, nodding in your direction as you walk up the driveway. Your eyes are puffy like you haven’t slept in weeks.

“She broke up with Tyler last night. He’s been cheating on her for months,” Nat sighs, “I hurt for her, but I’m glad he’s gone. He was such an asshole.”

Bob’s heart races but he places it cool as he murmurs his agreement. It’s too soon, but his hope soars as he realizes he might be able to take his chance after years of silently pining after you.

“Hey guys! Sorry, I’m late. But I brought coffee!” You smile, juggling the tray of drinks, your sleeping bag, and duffle.

Bob takes your stuff, packing it into the van as you hand out the coffees.

“Thanks, Stealth,” Nat says, squeezing your shoulder. “You okay?”

You give a small smile and nod. “Yeah, actually. I’m tired, but I just feel relieved now.”

“Good. Maybe you can act on that little crush on Bob you’ve been harboring this weekend…” she replies, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shhhh! I’ve only been single for like 12 hours, so it’s too soon….right?”

Jake interrupts before she can reply. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Campsite is 3 hours away, we’re burning daylight-hey!”

Bradley comes up behind him and slaps his ass. “Calm your tits, it’s barely 7. We can’t even check in until 11.”

“Well we have to account for traffic and bathroom breaks and…” Jake trails off as Bradley pushes him to the driver's seat as the rest of you pile into the van.

Javy and Natasha take the bucket seats, which leaves the back bench seat for you and Bob.

Bradley does a final check, making sure the tents and kayaks are strapped down before hitting the tailgate button and getting in the front seat before it closes.

No one notices that your sleeping bag fell out as Jake drives away.

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It was a fight to stay awake not even 15 minutes into the ride; you were exhausted. Your now ex-boyfriend had been blowing your phone all night and you’d only gotten about 3 hours of sleep.

You drift off and soon your head lolls onto his shoulder.

Someone’s running their fingers through your hair. Bob, you think as you get a hint of his comforting clean-laundry scent.

“Hey, we’re here,” Bob murmurs, rubbing your shoulder.

You startle, quickly sitting up. “Sorry! God, I’m so tired. Did I sleep on you the whole time?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. You don’t snore like Bradley.”

“Hey! I do not!” Bradley turns back, offended.

“Yes, you do,” everyone replies in unison.

“It’s okay babe, it’s cute,” Jake says, pressing a kiss to his cheek before opening his door and getting out.

“It’s not cute,” Javy mutters under his breath, following suit.

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It’s late afternoon by the time everyone gets back to the campsite after your hike and it’s nearing dark by the time the tents are finally set up.

“So uh…we really didn’t think this through, did we?” Jake says, scratching the back of his neck as he looks at the 3 tents in front of them.

“It’s fine, you and Bradley can sleep in one, I’ll sleep with Stealth, and Bob and Javy can take the other,” Natasha offers.

“No, I know you and Javy hardly ever get to sleep by each other. Bob and I can share one. We’re adults and we each have our own sleeping bag. As long as you’re okay with that?” You ask, turning to Bob.

“Fine by me,” he answers, thankful it’s dusk so no one can see his flush.

“Perfect. Now, let’s have some drinks!” You say, opening the cooler.

“Are you sure?” Nat asks as you hand her a beer.

“I’m sure. It’ll be fine.”

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It wasn’t fine.

“What's wrong?” Bob asks as he rolls his sleeping bag out on the queen-sized air mattress.

“I can’t find my sleeping bag,” you sigh, zipping the door closed. “It’s not in the van, Bradley’s snoring and it sounds like Javy and Nat are…preoccupied. It’s okay though, I can just use the blanket I brought to put under it.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

Yes. “No, I think I’ll be okay.”

“You sure? You can take mine and I’ll use the blanket.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks though,” you smile up at him as you cover up.

He turns to set his glasses down and your mouth waters when his lean, muscular back is revealed as he takes off his shirt.

You look away, hoping he doesn’t notice your blush when he turns. He flicks the lantern off and climbs in, and you accidentally roll right into him. Damn air mattresses.

“Oof, sorry!” You stammer, scrambling away.

“It’s okay, my fault,” he replies, chuckling nervously. ‘G’night Stealth.”

“Night.”

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You. Were. Cold.

Shivering, teeth chattering cold. It was only in the low 60s, but you’d never handled being cold well.

Bob unzips his sleeping bag with a sigh and stands. “Hand me your blanket.”

“What? W-w-why?”

“Because you’re shivering. I’m going to put mine over us both and then we’ll put yours over it.”

“O-o-okay,” you agree, gasping when the cold air hits you. But it’s only for a second before the fleece-lined inside of his blanket covers you. He drapes your thin one over it and then gets under them both, drawing your back against his front.

“Just until you warm up, okay?” He murmurs near your ear, causing a different kind of shiver to roll through you.

“Mhmm,” you answer.

After a few minutes you’re finally getting warm, but you’re too comfortable to move and you drift off wrapped in his arms.

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You wake up to his quiet, breathy gasps and a sizable hard-on pressing into your ass.

Your nipples tighten as arousal shoots through you, settling between your legs at the sounds leaving him. He mumbles your name and continues to rut. He’s still asleep.

As much as you want to stay right where you are and see if he finishes, you wiggle from under his arm and stretch with a yawn.

You smile as he sleepily opens his eyes, a flush creeps in when he realizes what’s going on under the blanket but you act none the wiser. “Morning, I’m going to shower before it gets too busy. Wanna come?”

His eyes flutter close at your unintentional innuendo but he catches himself. “Yeah, sure. Uhhh…let me get my stuff and I’ll meet you out there.”

“Sounds good.” You reply, turning your back to get your clothes and shower bag together before unzipping the tent.

To your disappointment, he put his tee shirt back on. But to your amusement, he’s got his towel strategically placed in front of him.

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It’s thankfully a short walk to the bathrooms.

“I wonder if you’ll hear me sing,” you say, giggling at his expression. “I like to sing in the shower. Look, the bathrooms are connected.” You point to the 12-inch gap at the top of the wall between the bathrooms.

You wink and step into to the women’s side.

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Bob barely gets the shower curtain closed before he’s fisting his cock, biting his lip to keep from groaning. He jerks himself quickly, so worked up and trying to hurry so you’re not waiting but he freezes when he hears your soft, feminine moan. Was…was that you?

“Oh fuck,” he grunts quietly, gripping the base to stave off his orgasm when he hears you again.

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On the other side of the wall, you’re already getting close, so turned after months of mediocre orgasms from your own hand while watching mediocre porn; you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about Bob while masturbating when dating another man. Not to mention that the other man hadn’t ‘finished the job’ in over a year. But now you were single.

You grind the heel of your palm against your clit, and your core tightens as you teeter on the edge. You hear his soft curse and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge. A soft whimper escapes as the pleasure flows through you.

His answering groan has you clenching again but you sigh in disappointment when hear footsteps approaching the bathroom.

“You’re up early,” Nat calls from the shower beside yours.

“Yeah, I got cold. Hey, have you seen my sleeping bag?”

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You give Bob a nonchalant smile as you greet him outside the bathroom. “Nat hasn’t seen my sleeping bag. I’ll check with Jake and Bradley get too, but I’m guessing it got left behind somehow.”

“Gotcha. Hey, so-“ he starts but is interrupted by Bradley cooking breakfast.

“How do you guys want your eggs?”

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The morning was spent hiking and finished the afternoon kayaking on the lake. You caught Bob checking you in your bikini out more than once, but you were just as guilty, it was just easier to hide under your sunglasses.

You realize you hadn’t felt this light in years as you laugh around the bonfire later, listening to Jake telling a story about when he was a kid.

“I feel gross, I’m gonna hit the showers,” Jake says, slapping his knees and rising.

“Me too, I’ve got sand everywhere,” Bradley agrees.

Javy yawns, “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, Nat?”

She doesn’t respond as she’s already fast asleep with her hat pulled over her eyes.

A few minutes later it’s just you and Bob and the crackling of the fire under the stars.

“I never get to see the stars like this in the city, it’s so beautiful out here,” you murmur, eyes on the sky.

“Sure is,” he replies, eyes on you.

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It’s cold your tent. Again.

You fail to suppress your shivers as Bob slides under the blankets.

“Jesus Stealth, your feet are like ice!” He gasps as he brushes them with his own.

“Sorry. I don’t handle cold w-w-well,” your teeth chatter.

“I can tell. C’mere,” he chuckles, drawing you to him.

“Bob?” You murmur against his bare chest a few minutes later as his fingers trace along your spine.

“Yeah?”

“I like you…and I’ve liked you for a long time. I was already planning on breaking things off with Tyler in person next month when he was going to visit, but he made everything easier when I found out he cheated. I wasn’t even angry or upset. I was relieved…and kind of excited actually because that I could finally tell you how I feel about you and see if you feel the same way about-“

Bob cuts off your rambling by pressing a kiss to your lips. “I like you too, Stealth. I have for years.”

You smile and bring your lips back to his. He kisses you slowly and meticulously, memorizing every reaction he pulls from you.

Ever the gentleman, his hands don’t leave their position from the curve of your waist and the hinge of your jaw.

Time to literally take matters into your own hands.

He pulls from your lips with a gasp when you reach down and palm him.

“Oh my God, Bob. You’re huge,” you moan as you slip your hand down the front of his pants and grasp him.

You push gently at him and once he’s on his back, you trail kisses from his neck to his chest, smirking at the way he jolts when your teeth graze his nipples and continue your way south.

Your eyes widen at the size of his cock as it’s revealed when you tug his pants down.

That’s not gonna fit.

“Yes it will,” he chuckles breathlessly. You’re thankfully it’s dark as you blush, not realizing you said it out loud.

You bend forward and flick your tongue over the precum beading, moaning at the salty taste before licking him from base to tip, finally sucking his head into your mouth when he breathes, “Please?”

You get a little over half of him in your mouth before you’re fighting your gag reflex and have to let up.

You take a deep breath and suck him sloppily a few times, letting the excess saliva as lubricant for your hand to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. He sighs when you finally get into a good rhythm and pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to watch you in the dim moonlight.

“Ah! Wa-wait, wait, Stealth! I’m gonna cum,” he pants, tugging gently on your hair.

But you shake your head as you continue, tears leaking as you resist the urge to gag when his tip kisses the back of your throat. His body starts to tense and your teary gaze meets his as your free hand cups his sac and gently tugs.

His eyes squeeze close and he scrambles for your pillow, holding it over his face to muffle his deep groan as cums.

Your arousal coats your thighs and you rub them together to get some sort of relief as swallow it greedily with a quiet moan of your own.

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You give him a shy smile as he sets the pillow aside and the next thing you know you’re pinned under him with your shirt rucked up to your chin. He’s working you into a frenzy by alternating between your breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipple while he laves and sucks the other.

You need more. “Bob? I’m ready,” you pant, fingers combing through his hair, gently tugging to bring him back up to you.

“You really think I’m gonna let you blow my mind and not return the favor?” He chuckles lowly before pressing a kiss between your breasts then lifting himself to tug your pajama shorts off.

He settles back between your thighs, but you stop him. “Wait! You don’t have to do…that. I-I mean I’m ready to go.”

“Do you not want me to?” He asks, causing you to shiver as his warm breath caresses you.

“I don’t…know? Do you want to? Tyler only did it a few times when we first started dating but could never get me off, then he kind of just stopped and said guys don’t actually like doing it. Gave me a complex,” you laugh awkwardly.

“Another reason he’s a fucking idiot. Yes, I want to. If you’ll let me?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

You nod, hesitant, but any nervousness is forgotten with the first pass of his tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow as he licks into you with his tongue. “Fuck you taste good,” he murmurs against your clit, flicking it gently with his tongue before he grips your ass and pulls you closer.

He doesn’t hold back as he devours you; the perfect variation of sucking, licking, and nipping. A strangled cry is ripped from your throat when he presses his fingers in and curls them against your g-spot.

“Stealth? You okay?” Nat calls sleepily from their tent 15 feet away.

You clench around his fingers, trying to still them as you try to reply steadily. “All good, j-just a dream.”

“Mmkay, G’night.”

“Night,” you answer just as an intense orgasm hits you. You taste the coppery hint of blood as you bite your lip to keep from making noise.

“Mmm,” Bob hums quietly as he works you through it, slowly only when you start to twitch from overstimulation. You whimper when he places a light kiss on your clit before moving back up your body.

“I’m going to lay you on my bed and do that for hours when we get back,” he murmurs against your lips before pecking a kiss to your lips.

“I can’t wait,” you whisper, reaching down to rub the head of his cock between your legs and lining him up.

“Shit, I didn’t bring any condoms,” he sighs, his head dropping to your shoulder in frustration.

“I didn’t either. I do have an IUD though, and I was clean at my physical a few weeks ago before we deployed. I haven’t slept with Tyler in over 5 months and we always used a condom. We could go without if you’re okay with it?”

“I’m clean too, are you sure though?” He asks, arms shaking as he holds himself back.

“I’m sure, I want you to fuck me bare,” you whisper in his ear with a nip to his lobe.

A strangled noise leaves him at your words and he presses forward.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he grits out, pausing to let you adjust halfway In.

You force yourself to relax, take a few deep breaths, and nod, “I’m okay, keep going.”

He groans in your ear when his hips finally meet yours; you whimper in his as he withdraws to push back in.

“Good girl, taking all of me,” he pants, groaning as you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when I call you a good girl?”

You mewl and nod, unable to form words as he angles his hips so your clit gets friction with each thrust.

You sink your teeth into his shoulder when your orgasm takes you by surprise. His jaw clenches and his rhythm falters but he manages to fuck you through it, not giving into his own release.

“You still cold?” He asks when you come back down, still thrusting into you lazily.

“Huh? Uh, no I’m good,” you reply, trying to catch your breath.

“Good.”

He kneels on the ground and pulls you to the edge of the mattress, flipping you onto your stomach. The air is pushed from your lungs when he presses back in; the new angle allows deeper thrusts right over your g-spot.

“Fuc-mmph!” You start, but Bob’s hand over your mouth cuts you off.

“Shhh,” he chuckles quietly. His other hand leaves your hip to dip between your legs, gathering your wetness and coming back up to circle your clit. “Be a good girl and get there again for me?”

Your eyes roll back and you can’t control the moan that leaves you as your orgasm slams into you, thankfully somewhat muffled by his hand.

He chokes as you clench rhythmically and follows you over the edge. He bites his lip to stay quiet and drapes himself over your back while he pumps you full.

He helps get your pajamas on and holds your hand as you walk to the bathroom on unsteady legs.

“I’ll wait for you out here,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmkay,” you smile.

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Natasha walks in with a knowing smirk as you’re drying your hands.

“Must’ve been a good dream, eh?”

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[nutal]

Lifeline

(Guitarspear One-shot!!)

Ao3 Link

Word Count: 1,329

Warnings: Swearing, Referenced/Heavily Implied Sex, Post-Coital Shenanigans, Past Trauma, Abandonment Issues, Trust Issues, Insecurities, Mild Sexual Content

Summary: Adam has issues properly telling Lute how much he loves her, but she comforts him and reassures him the whole way.

Author’s Note: themmmm ughhh <3 these two are both so hurt I swear but they need each other and they love each other so much I HAD to write this. I hope it’s in character, raaahh. Anyways, enjoy your guitarspear hurt/comfort, heavy physically/emotionally intimate food!

——————————————————————— Adam’s body fit seamlessly against Lute’s, every contour aligning perfectly. She felt his sporadic breaths against her back, a gratifying reminder of how lovingly ruthless she’d been with him that night. His hands remained gripping onto her bare hips, still clawing into her like he couldn't bear to let go.

"Hey, Lute?" His hoarse voice sliced through the settled air, punctuated only by the slowing of both of their labored breaths. “Do you even realize how much I lo—“ Adam hesitated, his voice trailing off. “…Shit,” he uttered, following it with a small line of curses.

Confusion mixed with a taste of euphoria that she couldn’t quite place washed over her. Lute groaned softly, turning to face him, momentarily forgetting how much she despised having to pull away until she actually did.

As moonlight spilled through the window, casting dim shadows over his messy hair and the meticulously placed bruises on his collarbone, she cleared her throat, trying to shake off her distraction. “Sir, you didn’t finish.”

“Uh yeah, I did, actually. And just a second ago you were screaming my name so loud—“

“Your sentence,” Lute interrupted him through her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh yeeah, that,” he said sarcastically, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta forgot what I was gonna say.” He briefly glanced to the side flatly. “Sucks for you.”

“Are you sure about that?" she asked sharply, her gaze unyielding on him.

“Yes I’m fucking sure! Now hop off my dick and go to sleep or something,” he grumbled, shifting to turn away, but Lute grabbed his wrist, halting him.

He sighed. “Lute, I really don’t need you psychoanalyzing me right now, okay? Cool, sweet, thanks babe.”

“But—”

“Night bitch!” he exclaimed, feigning nonchalance as he crossed his arms behind his head, laying back and facing up at the marble ceiling. Though his expression didn’t come off as all too satisfied.

Lute’s fingers traced up his arm to his chest. She felt his subtle trembling and unsteady heartbeat. His eyes were growing distant, almost… glassy. She blinked, her brows knitting as realization dawned. “Sir, are you… cr—”

Adam turned away, sheets dragging with him, causing Lute’s hand to retreat involuntarily. “You better not finish that fuckin’ sentence Lute I swear.” His voice nearly broke as he untucked his wings from under his arms, shielding himself from view.

She wearily propped herself up to steal a glance at him, only to feel melancholy spill over her. Not a lot of things did that to her, but, seeing Adam like that, did.

He shuddered at the rustling behind him, as if being reminded she could still see him. Slowly, he resigned, groaning and shuffling right back around on his other side to pull her into a tight hug. She hadn’t expected it, but was glad it happened; she wouldn’t have let him sleep upset. Besides, it gave her an excuse to keep him even closer to her for longer, which seemed to comfort him as much as it did her.

Adam didn’t say anything for a while, his arms shifting restlessly to ensure the hold. The only sounds breaking the quiet were the subtle movements of his body and the weight of his chin resting on her hair. Lute ran her hands up him, stopping at his shoulders and curling her fingers over them. She pulled her knees up to her chest, pressing them against his own, his scent lingering of sweat and adrenaline.

As the air thickened, he finally whispered, “I love you, you… dumb bitch,” sinking his forehead into her shoulder. “I don’t know what you want from me. Your badass attitude, your perky little tits, the way you slaughter sinners like a fucking machine… it drives me nuts.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she could tangibly feel the heat spreading up to her ears.

“So you can’t just expect me not to be freaked out,” he continued, lifting his head to look at her. “Listen up, Lute, I know I basically invented relationships and shit, but what happened in Eden screwed me the fuck over. And I didn’t even do anything wrong!” He weakly flung a hand up on her back. “Look, I just…”

“I don’t want to lose you too,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper at this point, like if anyone else heard him right now he’d lose it. “‘Cause that’d be a total bummer—losing my lieutenant like that. Can’t have that happening, right?” he deflected, laughing awkwardly. “Right, Lute?”

His uncertain laugh faded into a scoff of irony, replaced by a heavy silence that hung between them. Adam looked away, neither of them speaking.

There was a painful twist in Lute’s lungs, seeing the rare cracks in his bravado. She took a steadying breath, her hands moving up from his shoulders to his cheeks and cupping them with a firm yet gentle touch, making him face her. “You will never lose me,” she declared with certainty.

Adam’s eyes searched hers desperately for any hint of doubt, before letting out a heavy exhale.

Lute’s affection practically swelled. “…I love you,” she affirmed quietly, her voice steady. Saying those words wasn’t easy for her either, but with Adam, it felt… right, almost instinctual. “More than those bitches ever could.”

He broke out into bits of laughter, his shoulders relaxing as he looked down at her sternness. “Oh yeah, they’re total bitches, and not even the good kind either,” he poked. “Awesome I have you now though, huh?” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, to which she clutched a fist over her heart. Parting, he took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to his level before moving to her lips, tangling his fingers through her hair.

Trailing down to her neck, he began returning the hickeys she’d given him earlier, leaving visible marks on the skin. Lute instinctively tilted her head back, brushing against the pillow they shared. Adam’s hands reached down, roaming from the sides of her thighs up to her stomach, sliding and scrunching up his faded band tee that she now wore. Her breath hitched, making her bite down on her lip to suppress any noises that could potentially land her in a discussion with the Seraphim the next morning.

But Adam didn’t seem to care about the consequences—not at all. Especially considering earlier when he repeatedly removed her hand from her mouth whenever she tried to cover it, because of how badly he wanted to hear her.

Overwhelmed, she grabbed onto the back of his head and pushed him down further, needing more of the sensation—more of him.

“You’re so sensitive compared to when you’re out there kicking demon ass—it’s priceless,” he murmured in between kisses.

“Adam…” she stammered out, wanting to retort, but barely able to form coherent words.

He let his hands rest on her waist, pausing to fully take her in. “You’re seriously hot as fuck, babe,” he said, his breath tantalizingly warm on her skin.

“I— thank you, sir,” she managed, albeit awkwardly, which Adam seemed to revel in, grinning slyly against her.

“But don’t get me wrong.” He let out a low laugh. “I bet all my other girls would be jealous as hell to be in the position you’re in right now—with the dickmaster himself.”

“As they should be,” she replied, her voice softening as she nestled into the crook of his neck when his movements slowed.

Adam’s lips twitched before enveloping his wings around the two of them, drawing her in close. “I love ya, Lute,” he said again, quieter this time.

From the corner of her eye, his feathers streaked with a brighter hue of gold than usual, all ruffled and in demanding need of preening—a task she'd help him with in the morning. But for now, she would simply savor their soft feel against her skin. A smile crept onto her lips as she gently closed her eyes.

“I love you too, Adam.”

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[ladylooch]

Choose Me with Trevor Moore

A/N: TREVOR!!!!!!!!!! Love bringing these little, obscure babies to life. Originally from this request, with a separate request for some angst. Also, that GIF is stupid precious. K, sorry this took so many more weekends than I thought it would!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, smutty if you squint

It’s raining in California this morning while I sip my morning coffee, looking out the deck door of mine and Trevor’s house in Manhattan Beach. The gray rain clouds meet the deeper gray of the Pacific Ocean, making it difficult to know where land and sky separate. It’s all around dreadful out and the forecast calls for more rain through the weekend. I don’t care though. Because after a grind of a NHL season, littered with scary injuries for Trevor, we are heading on a two week vacation to Maui. I am so excited. I’ve never been to the Hawaiian Islands and can barely wait. Two weeks of white beaches, poke, and coconut flavored drinks. Two weeks of reconnecting with my sweet soulmate.

That sweet soulmate is currently behind me, grabbing himself a cup of coffee as well.

“This weather sucks.” He says, groggily rubbing at his tired face. I walk over to him, going on my tip toes to give him a good morning smooch. He softens into my touch, feeling content with our arms wrapped around each other.

When the machine finishes his cup, we walk to the couch to drink our coffee together. We sit close to each other, hands easily resting on one another. Spotify plays soft country music through the house speakers as we spend some quiet time together.

“Do you have any plans for your first hockey free day?” I ask him, raking my fingers through the side of his brown hair. 

“Not much. Going to lift weights at the rink in a bit, then sit here on the couch the rest of the day.” His brown eyes slide closed, relaxing into my touch. I move forward, careful of my cup to trail kisses along his strong jaw. When I get close to his chin, he turns, capturing my lips with his. “Gotta make a decision about Worlds today though. They keep blowing up my phone.” He mutters a bit annoyed. I pause a millimeter away from his face, lips still puckered. Pre-worlds activities and practice begins right when we are supposed to be leaving for Hawaii. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, USA hockey has called and texted me every day since Saturday.” It’s now Tuesday. “Kinda sucks that I even have to be called about it… for the second year in a row.” I pull back, looking at his side profile. Did he forget?

“Babe, we are going to Hawaii.” I remind him.

“Yeah, I know that was the plan, but we could move our trip around. The tickets and hotel are refundable.” Anger shoots immediately through my whole body.

“Wow, when were you going to ask me my thoughts on this?” He senses the shift as I pull every part of my body away from his. I sit up straight, coffee mug set on the table in front of us.

“I mean… when I decided to go or not?” His tone is cautious and confused, like he isn’t understanding the sudden shift in my behavior.

“Trev, what the hell?”

“If I go, you don’t have to, babe.” He shrugs, reaching out for my thigh. He’s completely missing the point. I shove his hand off of me, standing up to pace in front of him. He’s completely alert now, sensing the fight brewing.

“What about our vacation? The one you told me to plan right after the team was eliminated. I just did all of this work and now you’re like.. well maybe I’ll go to Worlds! Without even asking me if that is okay?” Trevor is immediately put off by my raised voice and his nostrils flare.

“I don’t need to ask permission to go somewhere.” I baulk at him. 

“No, but you probably should check in with your long-term girlfriend, who you’ve been ring shopping with, to see if she’s cool with you moving your vacation.”

“Why is this such a big deal? It’s not like we can’t afford to change plans.”

“That is not the point, Trevor. Why is everything more important than me and what I want?” I wave my hands around in frustration. “I have sat here patiently next to you for three seasons now while you have lived your dream. I’ve cooked, cleaned, shopped, rubbed at your body and held you when you had insomnia because of your concussion. And this is the thanks I get? A moved vacation so you can go do more of what you love while I wait?”

His gaze drops from me. He says nothing. My chest rises and falls rapidly with my heavy breathing. I blink back tears, then look out at the different shades of California gray. I narrow my eyes. Fuck this.

“You know what, go to Worlds. I’ll go to Hawaii by myself. I could use a break from more than just this rain.” My tone is insinuating.

I reach for my coffee cup, walking it back to the kitchen sink and dumping it out. I set it aggressively in the dishwasher then slam the door shut. Trevor sighs heavily then stands, coming to block my path from leaving the room. 

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have asked if this was okay. I’ll tell them no if that’s what will make you happy.” I scowl. “What?” He responds.

“Why do I have to tell you to choose me? Why can’t you just do that?” He opens his mouth to respond as I step back from his grasp, holding my hands up. “I’m done with this conversation. I need space from you right now.”

“Okay.” He steps to the side, letting me pass without another touch or word.

I’m absolutely seething as I walk down to our bedroom. How does he not get it? Why do I have to lead him to the answer? How could he just assume this would be fine with me? I need to calm down and I know the answer is a long, hot shower.

I rip my clothes off when I get in the bathroom, still absolutely seething. Why does anything hockey related come before me? It’s like we have a third person in this relationship at all times. I’m asking for two fucking weeks of his time. Is that really too much to ask after sharing him with the world for the last 7 months?

“Asshole.” I mumble as I light my Sweater Weather candle. I grab a lavender shower steamer, tossing it onto the tile to give me some extra calming power. I take my time from there, trying to refocus my anxious energy into self-care. I do a hair mask. I exfoliate my skin. I stand under the scalding water hoping it will relax my neck muscles. I admittedly shed a few tears too.

After I dry off, I do my whole skin care routine with every oil, cream, and moisturizer I have in my drawers. I lather lotion on every inch of my skin and put in air drying hair cream to de-frizz my hair before it has a chance to poof with the rainy weather.

When I open the bathroom door, I see Trevor sitting on the edge of our bed. His doe eyes lifts to me in the doorway, fingers laced together in his lap.

“I asked for space.” I remind him, walking by his sluggish body to our large closet.

“I know. And I’m respecting that as much as I can. I had to physically restrain myself from getting into the shower with you.” I roll my eyes at him. He’s such people pleaser, it kills him when I’m angry with him.

“Should I get you a gold star?” I quip back. His jaw ticks as he grits his teeth together to avoid a similar retort.

I drop the towel, going to my dresser to grab a fresh set of bra and panties. They’re black and Trevor’s eyes watch longingly as they glide into place against my smooth skin. I reach for a pair of jeans folded in a different drawer. The sound of denim against my legs is the only noise in our large closet. Trevor leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. 

As I get dressed, my inner thoughts begin to swirl, telling myself a twisted victim story that brings tears to my eyes. I sniff as they form, turning my back to Trevor as I reach for a t-shirt. I’m so disappointed and hurt. I feel like he would rather go halfway across the world than spend time with me. When I turn back towards the door, two tears slip down my face. Trevor can’t hold back anymore. 

“I’m not going to go. I already told them no.” He wraps his arms around me, kissing my wet hair. His hands rub along my fresh shirt, pressing me as deep as I can go into his body. “And not because you asked me not to, but because I’m choosing you. I want you to know that it really isn’t a choice though. It’s always you, babe.” I collapse further into his body. “And, I’m so sorry I made you feel like just an option.” His words soothe my inner thoughts until the truth of his intentions are clear again.

“Trev, that’s enough.” I whisper, turning my face to catch his lips. “I know you’re choosing me and that’s everything.”

“I love you so much.” He says between kisses. “I appreciate everything you do for us. And me specifically. I’m so lucky. I’d be lost without you.” I smile against his shirt. “Couldn’t even make my morning smoothie.” He jokes. Last week, he almost turned the blender on without the top on.

“It would be a really sad life for you.” I agree “I’d be fine.” I purse my lips against the laugh.

“Thanks, babe.” He chuckles against my hair. “Keeping it real as always.” 

“It’s why you keep me around.” I pat his butt before stepping away from him. He pulls me back into his embrace.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He nips at my mouth. “You put those sexy panties on and think you’re leaving me?” 

“Thought you were going to the rink.” My heart skips a beat at the molten desire in his brown eyes.

This time, his choice is easy and obvious.

[kaittalkstoomuch]

HEY ALL YOU COOL CATS! Chapter Ten is LIVE! Side note, fuck migraines! 🖤

‘86 // Chapter Ten: Vecna’s Game (Part One)

The morning of March 22nd, 1986

Eddie stirs awake as I make breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and coffee. I smile at him, bringing him his coffee and food. “Hey sleepy head.” I speak softly as Eddie stretches and wakes up more. I sit on the bed right next to him. “How are you feeling?” “A little shaken up, but better. I’m still..” I hand him his coffee. “Scared.” I help finish his sentence. “Yeah…” I grab his hands in mine and hold them tightly. “I know, Eds, I know.” he looks at the breakfast on his bed side. “I made you some food.” I smile offering it to him, a smile forms on his face. The first I’ve seen since The Campaign. “I do love when my girl feeds me.” HIs groggy, raspy morning voice fills my ears.

“I love feeding you.” We share a kiss and I hold him tightly. “I love you.” Eddie chuckles holding me very tightly as well. “I love you too sweetheart.” He kisses my head as I lay against him. “My little protector.” I smile at his seemingly better mood. “Damn right.” I sip my coffee as he eats. “It’s so good, as always.” “Good. I’m so happy you like it.” “Babe, I fucking love it.” I can still feel the residual feeling of grief. I understand completely, but it does hurt seeing him like this. I don’t even want to mention the gang coming just yet. He’d freak. I’m afraid it’ll deepen his fear more.

I try to brush off my lingering thoughts. “What’d you dream about? You slept really good last night.” Eddie smiles looking at me up and down. “Well..” He clears his throat. “Corroded Coffin had a sold out tour. We were out of Hawkins, it was actually our first show. You and I were married…” he trails off, trying to concentrate on the details. “We were married?” I ask rubbing his leg softly. Eddie smiles and glows at the gesture. Also blushes a bit at a thought. His smile grows watching my hand. “You had a surprise for me.” I giggle taking a sip of my coffee. “What was it?” I take my lips off the mug.

Eddie clears his throat again taking a bite of the bacon, but laughs. “It was cute actually. It was on that night and we were due to go on any minute. You asked to speak privately. You were glowing and it wasn’t just from being my wife or our photographer. Something was up. Then, you pulled something out of your leather jacket, one that you stole from me… It was a pregnancy test.” My jaw drops in anticipation, even if I do know what’s coming. “What did it say, baby?” I tease him taking another sip of my coffee. “You lit up completely uttering those magic words, ‘Eddie, I’m pregnant’.” Eddie’s face is now lit up. Just as my heart skips a beat thinking of little Munsons running around. “Oh my god.” I manage to utter in awe. “It was so cute. You made a sign with the guys that said ‘Your biggest fans’ on it. Right in the front row too. It was a beautiful moment.”

I smirk behind the mug. “You cried didn’t you.” “Yeah, but you did too once I told the crowd.” My jaw drops. “Eds!” I laugh. “What? They loved it.” I chuckle thinking about the dream baby. I most definitely want babies, I do, but we couldn’t raise it in Hawkins. Especially with the Upside Down, it’s not safe. I would move immediately if I could. I’d take my family and friends away from this place. That horrifies me as well as becoming a mother. It’s not the physical pain, but the possible mental pain it can cause. My mother is amazing and raised two great children without my douchebag father. My fear of abandonment… I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the fact I could end up just like my father did. I know Eddie would never do that. EVER. I’m terrified of passing on the trauma to our children.

I shake it off. “Rox, are you okay?” He sets his apparent empty plate aside and holds my face. It appears I’ve been spacing out in my own trauma, evident in his worry. I snap out of it completely. “Yeah, I’m fine.. I’m just so excited for the future. Our future.” Eddie laughs nervously. “Yeah, me too. I’m so excited to get the fuck out of here.” “Me too babe. Me too.” I notice his empty plate and pick it up for him and giving him a kiss. His lips taste like a mixture of syrup and coffee. “I love you baby.” He smirks. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

My mind keeps racing and I keep getting flashes of my father leaving. My head starts to hurt from it. I grab the Tylenol and take it as someone knocks on the door. Dammit. Eddie’s smile quickly fades into a terrified expression. He holds me tightly. “Roxie…” “It’s okay baby. It’s just Robin, Dustin, Steve and our friend Max. They’ll understand.” I turn around and look up at him as he looks at me unsure. “How do you know?” “Trust me, Ed’s.” I give him a pleading look holding his hand. “They will understand.” I look at the door nervously. “It’s okay, come in!”

When the door opens, first it was Dustin. Then Robin, then Steve. Then, finally Max. The moment Steve and Eddie make eye contact, within a split second, Eddie has Steve pinned against the wall with a knife. “EDDIE PUT THE KNIFE DOWN! STEVE IS COOL! HE’S ON YOUR SIDE!” Dustin says as Robin and I try to approach the two. “DUSTIN!” I scream. “Eddie, I swear, they will help. Please believe me. Dustin help!” I yell at my brother keeping my eyes on my damaged boy and Steve. “Yeah, a little help here.” Steve can barely talk. “DUSTIN SWEAR ON OUR FUCKING MOTHER!”

Dustin panics. “Eddie, I swear on our mother.” Robin and Max agree. “Yeah, on their mother.” “Yeah.” Eddie eases up on Steve and lets go of him. Robin rushes to help Steve while Dustin and I comfort Eddie sitting him down on the bed. Poor Max, she’s terrified. “We’re here to help.” Robin says, checking out Steve’s neck. “And that’s Max. The one who never wants to play DND.” Dustin says as Max waves.

Eddie eventually calms down and Robin hands him a glass of water. “It’s okay Eddie, we’re on your side. Trust me.” Dustin says as fear still ravages in Eddie’s eyes. “We’d know more as well. We just want to talk.” Dustin continues while my mind stays racing. There’s a tinge of feeling like Eddie doesn’t trust me. Granted, he just went through a traumatic event. I completely understand, but part of me also thinks why in the fuck he doesn’t trust his own girlfriend. I put my feelings on the back burner and focus on Eddie. He looks at me for reassurance and I hold onto his hands. He still doesn’t believe them, or me. “Eddie, if anyone knows a thing or two about weird shit, it’s them… and me… I know because I’ve seen a bit.” Eddie gets worried with a hint of distrust.

“Wait, it got you too - Rox, how could you not tell me?” Tears almost form in my eyes and Dustin’s brotherly tuition radiates. “Eddie… just tell…. Just tell them what happened.” Robin, Steve and Max circle the bed slowly as Eddie looks around. Robin rubs my shoulder while we sit and listen. Eddie sniffles as he looks around and then at me. “Please.” I mouth while the tears start to form. Eddie starts to calm down and begins.

“We were at the trailer for a deal. She’s been having a rough patch and needed an escape. I don’t know what happened. I walked away to get the drugs, then when I came back, she was so still. Just standing there. The lights would start flickering erratically. Then, her body just, like, lifted up into the air… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh, started to snap. Her eyes, man, her eyes…. There was something inside her pulling…. I- I didn’t know what to do… I just ran away. To someone who I needed most.” He looks at me with sad doe eyes and tightens his hands around mine.

We look around and Eddie gets even more paranoid. “You all think I’m crazy.” “No, we don’t.” Dustin speaks calmly as Eddie freaks out. “Don’t bullshit me man!” “We’re not bullshitting you.” Max says as Robin begins to speak. “We believe you.” Eddie gives me pleading eyes. “Tell him.” I turn my head to Dustin, mouthing “please.” Dustin nods. “What I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take.” “Henderson, get to the point.” Steve growls.

“Okay…” Eddie nervously says, not letting my hand go. “You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?” Dustin begins. “They’re not way off. You see, there’s another dimension called ‘The Upside Down’. We first encountered it when Will Byers, I’m sure you heard of him, disappeared three years ago. He came back after a few days. Then a year later, a force infected him and we had to get it out of him. We call it the ‘The Mind Flayer.’ We defeated it with a girl named Eleven, she was tested at Hawkins Lab. We met her the year prior and she has powers. Ways to see into the Upside Down. Then last summer we had the Starcourt Mall. Russians were trying to take over Hawkins and the Upside Down kind of bleeds into it. That’s how Chief Hopper died, and Billy Hargrove. They sacrificed themselves so that we could live.”

Dustin stops for a moment. “Wait, El has powers?” Eddie asks. “Yeah, powers we don’t have because she moved to California with the Byers.” Eddie looks at me puzzled. “How do you know about this?” I take a deep breath, lightly smiling at the memory. “Dart. He was this little creature from the Upside Down who I met while taking a shower. That’s how I know about the Upside Down. This was around the time Will got infected almost two years ago. Dustin found him and thought it would be cool to keep him. Then he turned into a demodog and killed people in the Lab including Bob Newby.” I gesture to the bat. “That bat was from our battle with the Demogorgon. I gave it to Rox for protection.” Steve looks at Max, who’s being comforted by Robin.

“As for Billy and Heather, The Mind Flayer wanted to build an army. It ended up killing them.” Eddie seems to calm down, having less tension. “Wow, that’s a lot.” Eddie takes everything in. “See Eddie, it’s not your fault. We are going to clear your name, one way or another. Hawkins will know you're innocent.” I reassure him by kissing his cheek. “That’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin says. “Because if they’re back again, we need to know.” Max says. “It just seemed like she was under a trance, a spell.” “A curse.” Dustin answers. “Vecna’s curse.” Steve looks over at Dustin.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asks as Dustin, Eddie and I look at each other worried. “An undead creature of great power.” Dustin answers Steve. Eddie looks at me with even more worry. “A spell caster.” “A dark wizard.” Dustin says. “Great, so how do we beat him?” Steve asks. “Well, we’d have Eleven and her powers, but she’s in California, so there’s that.” I say as Robin perks up at me. “Rox, they mentioned Barb on the news.” My heart suddenly stops. Barb, Nancy and I were best friends before Steve and Nancy’s relationship and Barb’s murder. Like Nancy, Barb’s death affected both Robin and I. It was when Robin and I were becoming closer as best friends and Nancy and I became distant. Robin was also Barb’s childhood best friend, like Nancy was mine.

“We need to go back to the trailer.” I sternly say. “No, I can’t go back there. I won’t let you get hurt.” Eddie says holding my arm tightly as I stand up. “Eds, we have to figure out what happened.” “Roxie, no.” Tears form in my eyes again with my thoughts racing again. This time with Barb, Eddie, and abandonment. The fear of the unknown. Robin comes up to me. “Hey, the four of us will go. You two stay here. We will figure it out and will update you with the walkies, okay?” Robin reassures me hugging me. I look at Eddie, who nods. “Okay, you guys be careful and meet back here.”

The group agrees and leaves. I turn back to Eddie. “Eds, you know I’m just trying to help right?” I say trying so hard not to cry. I go to clean the kitchen to distract myself. “Right, I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want to lose you babe.” He says following me into the kitchen and holds me from behind me. “I can’t lose you.” He says kissing my cheek as I wipe the single tear running down my cheek. “I can’t lose you either Eds… I just… I don’t know.” “It’s Barb isn’t it.” “That and my mind will not stop racing. I have this damn headache that I took a pill for. My issues. I lost one person I cared about deeply about. I can’t lose you. Or Dustin, or Robin. Everyone.” He turns me around and hugs me. “You’re not going to lose anyone. We will beat the son of a bitch together.” I close my eyes, having flashes of my father leaving and Barb. “I promise.”

[lamps03]

Happy Anniversary/Cooking with friends 🍲🎉🎂

Derrick: Hello everyone,I would like excited to host this party. Like these two cool cats right there

Nathali: Oh,I didn't know I was a cool cat 😅

Me: Well that's not surprising given the fact, we're making songs here and there.

Kevin: Yeah like I'm friends with a synth pop artist.

Nathali: Yeah,that was one of things I was shocked on dating Lp(lamps). He just randomly says " Did you know I'm a synth pop artis " . And I was like what ?! No way ?.

Me: Yeah I had to take her to my home studio,and show her.

Nathali: aw,but I did believe you. I was just in shock.

Kevin: Dude,I don't know but he's just has has this melody.

Nathali: Oh my gosh,yes that's the word that I had in the back of my head. I'm not even into that genre that much,but hearing him sing those songs. They just make me feel warm,and nostalgic feels.

Me: Aw shucks,come on I'm flattered.

Kevin: Alright I'll be add a few more people,that we're all cool with.

Me: Yeah Kevin ,I was just about to say. If I see someone I don't like I'll be on mute, throughout the session.

Nathali: Same here , I literally had my iMessage games ready.

Me: Oh let's play right now while Kevin gets ready. Hey Aaron get join us

Aaron: [ Mute ]

Nathali: Aaron ?

Kevin : He probably heard you,but he's on mute right now

Me: Alright Chess,or Crazy 8

Nathali: Crazy 8,I'm done with chess. My brother can probably beat you.

Me: Oh,a challenge. I beg to differ,I already went against your big bro

Nathali: ugh,has anyone ever -

Kevin : Me

Me: Oh my , Yeah he did

Nathali: Thanks Kevin,Also can you send me that song babe.

Me: hmm,oh yeah. Hope you like it sis

Kevin: Hey by any chance I could play it when I add the rest of members ?

Me: Go for it

[ 10 mins later ]

[ Take me the dark forest,with the hidden trails, Take the light that shines from the ground,and not the sky. And we'll go to the hidden trails]

Kevin : alright that was The Dark Forest with Hidden Trials

Nathali: What ever happened to that The Robotics club project babe ?

Me: Well um , Aaron just wanted to make a few songs. But never really had any thoughts of being an artist. So he left the project behind.

Random guy: Hey, bailey they got that synth pop artist on here

Bailey: *Gasp* it's is him,Hi I'm bailey. I really like your songs & stories

Me: Thanks bailey,wait you read my stories ?

Bailey: Yeah,some are pretty good. But the rest are harsh or sad.

Me: Well good ones are always the best,as we like to live in a happily ever after right ?

Bailey: Yup,Oh my gosh I can't ...your really on the group call. I was just thinking about you

Random guy: Bailey likes you a lot, she's always saying how your songs make her feel really joyful.

Me: Well that's my main focus/approach on my songs. It's about having a good time,and some prescription to make your day better.

[gretavanlace]

Adoration

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, denial, masturbation (m), voyeurism, etc

*Just a short little blurb-type deal I cooked up today in light of last night’s nonsense. We all went through it, and it wasn’t cool.

Another giggle you can’t stop bubbles up out of your chest and Jake groans beside you, throwing an arm over your waist. “You’re so loud, baby. Too early. Less sound. More shhh.”

“Sorry.” you whisper, stroking your palm soothingly down his forearm as you scroll through your phone…and you do a wonderful job of stifling yourself, until you come across a particularly hilarious post. A trilling laugh sounds out of you, pulling a disapproving hum out of his chest.

“Seriously?” he huffs, annoyed and frustrated in a way he almost never is with you. He takes his beauty rest very seriously…not that he needs it. “What’s your deal? It’s like minus zero o’clock in the morning and…” he trails off sharply, discovering the culprit, and yanks your phone out of your hand. “Screen time is over, missy.”

“Missy?” you poke his side and roll in to face him. “And it’s all your fault. They’re going insane waiting for something to drop. It’s like you guys have edged the whole fandom…they’re feral, and they’re fucking funny. I hope you all realize your fans are way cooler than the four of you ever thought of being.”

“Well that’s fuckin’ rude.” he feigns anger with his rasping, sleep-drenched tone. “Joke’s on you anyway, darling, because we realized that a looong time ago.”

“Where do we go from here?” you sigh, “Straight to hell for fucking around with their emotions, would be my guess.”

“They secretly like it when we tease them.” he pulls you in closer by the hip. “Me especially, in my most humble opinion. They all want to fuck my lights out and then make me a snack. I should let them.”

“Oh yeah, Jakey.” you peck a kiss against the bridge of his nose. “Very humble.”

“What are they saying?” He reaches out, feeling around in the covers for the phone he just snatched from you, but you knock his hand away.

“Screen time is over, remember? Go back to sleep.”

“No…” he sounds slightly pouty, and it’s very sexy. “I want to know. I’m curious now.”

“You know what curiosity did to the cat, babe.” you taunt, pulling him in so he can’t get his hands on the phone.

“Yeah…about the same thing I did to yours last night. Killed it.”

Your eyes widen with a shake of your head. “You’re right, you really do need some more sleep, because that was terrible. Gross.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” he shrugs. “Not my best work. Seriously though, are they excited?”

He sounds a little unsure, and you find it hopelessly charming. “Of course they are.” you reassure. “They’re also a little pissed, but in a sweet way. They want the goods, baby.”

“Do they?” he croaks in that soft, morning voice that renders you defenseless. “Interesting. How about you? You want the goods?”

“I always want the goods.” you purr. Maybe you should be ashamed of how easily he can switch you on, but you’re not. “Can I have them?”

His gaze shifts to the ceiling, as he feigns thinking it over, until finally… “No, you can’t, actually. I quite like this edging thing. I think I’ll have my fun with you, same as them.”

“Well, I’ve heard the song about a thousand times already, so…”

“Who said anything about the song?” he interrupts, pulling you over as he rolls to his back. “Right here, darling…” he pats his bare thighs, “have a seat.”

Without hesitation, you hike your t-shirt up around your hips, straddle his legs, and reach down to wrap your fingers around his pretty, stiffening, cock, but he waves them away. “No touching, baby. Hands behind your back like a good girl.”

You do as you’re told and stare down at him, so warm and pretty…hair a tangled nest splayed out over his pillow, eyes half-lidded, lips still puffy from sleep. “You see,” he begins quietly, walking his fingers up and down your thighs “I’m sort of addicted to it, all that adoration…being watched. The way they look at me. The way their eyes track me all over the stage. The way they stare. The way they want me. All that need. I fucking love it.”

Your hips begin to rock, searching in vain for friction, but he puts a stop to that with a stern glare.

“And now…” he continues, musing as if lost in thought. “you’ve gone and described it as ‘edging’, talked about them ‘wanting the goods’, about them being all excited for whatever I’m hiding in my little deck of rock and roll cards…now I’m craving it. All that want and need…wanna feel eyes on me, wanting what that can’t have.”

Nodding slowly, you tamp a slight twinge of jealousy down inside you until it dissipates. “Jake…”

“Hush,” he sinks a gentle pinch of a warning into your thigh. “You keep your hands where they are. Understand? They stay behind your back or you won’t like me very much. You’ll like your punishment even less.”

A sharp, urgent nod brings your chin to your chest, you’re eager to please him, as you almost always are.

“That’s my pretty little baby.” he sighs up at you, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip until you can’t resist having a lick. “You listen so well for me, don’t you? You’re such a sweetheart…my best girl.”

“Jakey…” your hips buck on their own accord, eliciting a blip of a frown across his beautiful features.

“Stay still and sit pretty.” he orders in a whisper as he takes hold of his gorgeous, aching cock. “You’re going to watch. You’re gonna watch and want just like they do, because that’s what I need right now.”

“No,” you whimper, “Please, Jake, I need…”

“It’s not about you this time.” he interrupts. “You were the one that couldn’t shut up about how desperate they are, and now I want to be adored…so fucking adore me.”

His hand begins a slow drag, pumping lazily up and down his length as a languid groan shudders out of him. Your eyes squeeze closed, you can’t handle him already…he is a god beneath you and your body is on fire. Throbbing and pulsing, desperate to slip his cock inside of you.

“Look at me.” he demands, sounding strangled, but authoritative.

You shake your head and wring your hands behind you.

“Look. At. Me.” he repeats in a tone so menacing your eyes flutter open as if he has willed it so.

“Oh, baby girl…” he breathes when your stare locks in on him. “I can feel it…how badly you want me. It’s just like when I’m up there with my amps pumping all those pretty sounds into the air. Do you feel it too? The way I slip every note right straight inside them just like I slip my cock into your pretty cunt afterward?”

“Yes…” you pant, staring down as he jerks himself harder, faster, rougher. “I feel it. Fuck, Jake…I want you. Want you so fucking bad. Please.”

“Nope…” he tilts his head back, exposing his throat as he thrashes his head slowly back and forth. “You just stay right there and want me. Fucking want me.”

You can’t help but bend down and lick across his adam’s apple as it bobs with each gasping pull of air he draws into his lungs. He hisses through his teeth, but scrunches his face, determined to stay in control. “Up you go,” he pushes you back into a sitting position with his free hand. “Keep that pretty mouth to yourself. Hands off the talent, love.”

His brow is furrowed and tilted upward, mouth parted to reveal the bubble gum pink of his tongue, chest heaving and panting, betraying how close he is as he nuzzles rhythmically into the pillow, rocking his head against it in the exact same way he does when he falls into his Les Paul on stage.

“So pretty…” you gasp in quiet wonder, tilting your hips to brush the soft lips of your cunt over his knuckles on his fist’s downward pull. “So fucking pretty. Come on, baby, cum.”

He nods frantically, rolling his body beneath you, totally lost in it now, until everything comes to a sudden, grinding halt as his teeth click together, jaw clenched tightly until a growling rumble of a cry tears out of him.

His left hand digs into your hip as pearlescent ropes of cum paint abstract lines across his stomach. You reach forward to sweep the hair off of his dewey forehead, and he allows it as he groans and curses his way through his release.

You murmur adoring words of praise and pet at his breathtaking face until his body stills and he blinks up at you, blurry-eyed and satiated.

He watches, with sluggish, sleepy attention when you make your way down to lick away the mess he’s made. Cleaning him with loving laps of your tongue, swallowing him down, worshiping him…and even once there is none left to be had, you stay. Kissing and tasting his skin until he drifts back to sleep with his hands tenderly laced into your hair.

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[ririglow]

.·:*¨¨*:·. needy

Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: Fluff(i guess? i kinda suck at it lol), language

Word count: 1.3k

Request : hi! can you please write a joe burrow fluff imagine where he is his usual confident self on the field and in the media but starts getting very overwhelmed so he becomes very clingy with the reader. she’s his comfort person so he needs her to bring him back down

Request: Can you please write an imagine with reader crushing on a tv show character and joe's not liking it? thank you!

A/N: Hope you don't mind me blending the two! also I didn't proof read this so, sorry for any mistakes :)

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Joe was in an internal crisis.

After beating the Kansas City Chiefs, a tight competition that the majority wanted to see fall, and successfully doing so he had a surge of media coverage, and the general public holding him in high regard. Whether it's his sense of style or cool and confident demeanor, everyone seems to notice his every move. However as the days came closer to the big event, the Bengals facing off the Rams one of the most important events of the year, his mind started to submerge into a great deal of pressure. Fearing if he would not live up to the expectations due to his new gain of popularity.

By all means, Joe had his moments of concerns and tensity. Majority of the time he would prevail, by keeping his stress in perspective and assuming a good solution. and it worked all the time.

All because of you.

The one that keeps him together, his mirror soul, you changed his entire world ever since he met you in college, your soft touches before a big game that never fails to leave chills up his spine, and erases any doubt he had in mind. As cliché as it sounds, you make everything that's shit, turn into gold.

Which is why he's currently koala cuddling you in your shared bed, as you were busy talking on the phone with one hand as your other ran through his hair.

You would always constantly tease him about him being so smitten with you, but he didn't care, never was the one to shy away from it because he knew you were just as well in love with him.

It seemed all the pressure and stress he had been feeling disappeared as soon as your eyes landed on him welcoming him in your embrace.

He was right where he wanted to be, him laying his head on your breast legs tangled together, as he listened to your steady heartbeat enjoy the comfort of your hand massaging his scalp.

That's until you made the motion of getting up.

He open his eyes while tightening his grip, cause you to grunt,

"Hold on a second-" You said to the other person on the phone putting yourself on mute, before looking down at Joe. "Hey babe, let go I need to get up."

Joe mentally groaned in no circumstances he wanted to leave your side, instead of complying he settled for acting like he didn't hear you letting out steady breaths as if he were in a nice deep sleep. It was silent for a few seconds, and for a moment he thought his little plan worked until your body stirred again, and again up till you eventually managed to pry him off you.

"Yeah sorry bout that, what you were saying?" You spoke into the phone, while making your way out of the bedroom oblivious to Joe opening his eyes watching you walk out.

Now he was alone with the warmth your body had left in the sheets, this isn't where he wanted to be, fuck no.

He yanked the sheets from his waist and stood up trailing behind you like a lost puppy, seeking your attention.

You were busy grabbing the pitcher of water from the fridge to notice him come up behind you snaking his arm around your midsection.

"What the-I'll call you later." You said to your friend, after your heart almost felt like it was going to burst out.

"you scared the hell outta me, I thought you were asleep?!" You exclaimed after getting off the phone.

"I was awake the entire time, why did you leave?" He mumbled into your neck, his warm breath sent shivers throughout your body.

"Because I was thirsty." You told him, trying to ignore his peppering little kisses on your shoulder and neck. Lately you notice him to be more touchy and clingy than he already is, you had no problem with it of course however you do know that whenever he is clingy it's more likely he's either ready to go to pound town with you or that he could very well be feeling stressed. You guess the latter since just last night he was destroying your guts....

"Hm." Was all he said, following you around the kitchen as you finished up your glass of water.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for that one on one interview at five?" You said after placing the empty clean glass in the sink, before heading towards the living room, you didn't even have to look back to see if Joe was tagging along as well.

"Don't remind me." Joe groaned, pulling you into his lap by your waist, as you flicked on the TV. "Besides I'd rather be here with you"

You furrow your eyebrows, feeling him lay his head on your shoulder blade.

"As much as I like the sound of that, I thought you were excited about the interview?" You said deciding to binge watch "Good Girls" on Netflix, hearing Joe groaning at the choice of show, not because he thought it was bad but because of the character "Rio" is the real reason you watch it, even though you'd never admit it.

"I am, just everything seems to be overwhelming and I feel like my mind is everywhere right now." He paused, taking a deep breath, you could practically feel the stress coming off him.

"Anything that I can do to help?" You asked sincerely, bringing his hand that was wrapped around your waist to your face, pecking his knuckles.

"You being right here is enough." He said laying you down on the couch, comfortably getting situated behind you. "And are we seriously going to watch this?"

He watched as the beginning of the episode started with becky? no, bethany? he really couldn't put her name into place, running into Rio at the car dealer. Joe took a quick glance at you, narrowing his eyes when you chuckled at what the devilishly handsome character said.

"What's wrong with good girls?" You asked, keeping your eyes on the screen, while joe gently rubbed your tummy, a habit he grew whenever he felt the need to be close to you.

"It's not the girls I have the problem with." He grumbled childishly,

"You don't like rio?" You peeled your eyes away from the screen, to take a glance at him.

"That makes one of us...." He replied slyly,

"What's that supposed to mean?" You grinned already knowing what he was implying, and yes you have to admit you did have a teeny tiny crush on the fictional character.

He gave you a "really" look before replying.

"Aw, c'mon you eye this guy like a piece of candy every time you watch this."

"I do not, he's just a really good actor, arguably the best one on the show." You defended,

He nodded thoughtfully.

"So the best looking character just so happens to be the best actor on the show? okay got it!" He said sarcastically, while rolling his eyes.

"Hey! I didn't call him the best looking character you did." You chuckled as you were met with silence, titling your head up only to be met with his small pout.

"Aw, c'mere gimme a kiss." You teased, watching him fight back a smile as you climb on top of him peppering the kiss in the crook of his neck.

"Nope go kiss Rio." He said halfheartedly pushing you away, not really wanting you to get away from him. In fact he's relishing in your kisses, feeling like a little boy with his crush as his stomach flutters at the feeling of your soft lips.

You paused your kisses and sent him a tongue in-cheek smile. "Maybe I will." You pretended to get up off of him, but his arms were quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you underneath him.

"You're not going anywhere." He said as he listened to your comical laugh, not wanting to sound sappy but he's worries and hassle were long gone just for spending this amount of time with you.

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A/N: sorry for the crappy ending I finish this right after the super bowl (WHAT A BUMMER!!!!!)

[sstan-hoe]

𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 — 𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — SMUT, possesive kink, unprotected sex, marking kink, kinda mean Sharon (no Sharon slander I love her)

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — first I was like; vampire! but then I was like; nooooo I mean yeah vampire Bucky would be the hottest everrrrrr but I wasn't in the mood tho, *not my gif, reblog and comment!

• KINKTOBER

“Bucky, fuck me.” You moaned as his metal finger dragged down your chest. The cool metal sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna fuck you the way you should be fucked.” He told you, leaving gently kisses along your jaw down to your neck. Your heart jumped when he groped your breast, toying with your nipple. “Gonna fill you up so everyone knows your mine.”

His mouth opened on your neck line sucking and biting the soft flesh leaving a red with light purple mixed colour. “Mine.” He rasped against your skin.

The events of last night played in your head, how Bucky ravished you, left tender kisses down your body, marked you up. Bucky loved marking you up with every vain in his body.

“Watcha thinkin’ about doll?” Bucky sleepily mumbled besides you as he slowly rose his head onto your thorax. A tired smile lingered on your lips as you took in his sleepy state. “Last night, how much I love you.”

Your hands moved into his softly massaging his scalp making Bucky sigh happily in response.

Looking at the watch on the beside table you noticed it was almost time for the morning briefing. “Babe…” You whispered, Bucky had drifted of to sleep again. You gently nudge his head with your finger.

Slowly Bucky stirs awake. “Come on sleepy head we gotta get up.”

“No I wanna stay in bed.” He grumbled and nuzzled his head into your neck, you giggled at his reaction. “But we have to babe.” You pushed him of off you receiving a groan from him in response.

You walked into the bathroom and stood infront of the mirror looking at yourself when you noticed red-purple marks on your neck line. You stroked over them with your fingertips still feeling a light sting of pain.

Through the mirror you could see the still sleepy Bucky trailing into the bathroom. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your middle. “I made them.” He said with a proud smile.

You giggled at him. “Yes, you did.” You agreed. Bucky was like a little child who was really proud about a drawing he made.

Bucky pressed small kisses on the marks before getting into the shower.

You both walked into the briefing room and all heads turned torwards you. Sharon smirked at you, and you didn’t know why. “Is something?” You asked her. “Oh no nothing, just maybe you should be a bit quiter next time….”

Everything about that smirk blistered on Sharon’s face told you she didn’t mean it in a nice way. You tried swallowing down the embarrassment.

Bucky on the other side wasn’t happy about the comment. He patted your ass signalling you to move forward.

You sat down next to Natasha who smiled at you, her eyes wandered to your neck where the marks of Bucky were played on display. Bucky always told you not to cover them up so everyone would know you were his. When Bucky was by your side you always gained a new level of confidence but being called out like that…

“I love marking you up.” Bucky groaned as he slide his cock through your throbbing pussy. His mouth dipped down to your neck while he held your hand together above your head with his flesh hand.

His metal hand was right next to your head holding him up. “You’re mine, everyone knows.” You tried keeping your eyes open, but the pleasure overwhelmed you. “Bucky!” You screamed.

“Yeah doll, come one cum and everyone knows who you belong to.”

“You’ve got something there.” She motioned to the mark on your neck with a smile playing on her lips. One that you knew wasn’t meant to be mean no she was just trying to get you to laugh. “Oh really?” You chuckled.

“No need to be jealous Carter, you’re not my type.” Bucky bit back at before sitting down between you and Steve.

“You’re mine, these lips are mine, those beautiful eyes are mine and that pick flush pussy is mine. All of you is mine.” The soldier whispered in your ear as he drove through your walls. “Say it doll…say you’re mine.” He begged pressing his forhead against yours.

“I’m yours, everything of me is yours.”

[kazububs-archived]

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬! 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬

A/N: this is for @fueledbysano collab of "I <3 emo boys". the work is a mix of hcs and small drabbles for the kawata twins <3 but also a big thank you to everyone for 200 followers!! absolutely insane but i love you all so much and thank you for your support

Warnings: gn!reader, use of petnames, mentions of smoking, and a lil bit of swearing.

Includes: Souya & Nahoya Kawata

Both of them were too intimidated to approach you, so for the longest time they just admired you as you skated around the park and do tricks; quietly in awe at your skills.

Nahoya was the one to approach you asking if you could teach him a trick, with Souya trailing behind him fiddling with stray hairs from his beanie.

As Nahoya went off for a smoke, Souya spoke for the first time "How long have you been doing this?" A smile graced your lips thinking about how you first got into skating. "The reason why I started.." Souya staring in silent amazement as your eyes shine, recalling memories of when you first starting to skateboard. All the falls, the bruises, the rush of excitement when you nailed a trick.

And as Souya walks off to grab drinks for you all days later at the skatepark, Nahoya speaks out, "Hey sweets, wanna teach me that trick you just did?" Giggling, telling him that you could try but it takes a lot of practice to even get the basics of it down, "That's fine, don't you think i'd look hot doing it though?"

Nahoya is more bold with his flirting giving compliments and bugging for dates, well Souya is more of acts of service mixed with praise

Nahoya: Hey babe, we should check out this new ramen place after, what'd ya say?

Souya: That was a really cool trick, do you think you could, teach me how to do it? I wanna look as cool as you did!

Both will blush bright red when you help them off the ground after completely wiping out. You just assume its the embarrassment of not getting it right, but for both of them it's feeling your soft hand pulling them to their feet, and your concerned face as you patch up small scratches with cute band aids you kept on you for this exact reason.

"Ughhh fuck! Why is this so damn hard?!" Nahoya exclaims kicking his board up into his hands. "You're getting into your own head too much." Sighing as you watch him pat his pockets frantically mumbling out incoherent words. "You good 'Hoya?" Letting out a grumble he looks around, "Can't find my fuckin' lighter, must have fallen out of my pocket and I didn't notice." Giggling you slip your hand in the back pocket of your jeans, "Need a light baby?" Cue a blushing Nahoya leaning down to light a cigarette balanced between his lips.

Souya and Nahoya have matching vans and would peer pressure (lovingly I promise) you into getting purple vans to be a mix of those two that you've grown so close to.

Days spent chilling in your backyard, paint supplies spread out around you three. Nahoya peeking over your shoulder as you slip out a sketchbook. "Whatcha got there pretty?" Flipping through the pages, Souya glances over at you as well "An actual plan of what I wanna do with my skateboard unlike you dorks." Nahoya clutching his chest in mock offense, "Well I'll have you know sweetcheeks, that me and Souya already got a plan for what were' doing with ours, ya got it?" Nahoya smirks with a devious look as Souya nods absentmindedly looking through the paints to start prepping.

Hours pass by as Nahoya goes inside to grab some drinks, you inspect their boards seeing an oni's mask cut in half. "That's so cool! Does it connect?" Souya blushes at the praise but shuffles the boards around till it fits perfectly. "Yeah me and Nahoya, our nicknames are Smiley and Angry so the design kinda fits for us as twins."

Souya looks down to admire the boards, as you look at the leftover paint. "Did you just? Hey!" Giggling as you swipe another blob of paint on his cheek. "What? I think it suits ya!" Souya chuckles as he raises a paint brush like a sword "I'll show ya what suits who!"

This continued as Nahoya quietly slipped into the backyard, painting brush in hand; well not quietly by any means but you were to busy defending yourself against Souya's paint attacks. Feeling the brush slap down on your back, you turn your attention to Nahoya who's wearing a shit eating grin. "Hey! This ain't fair! I'm at a disadvantage here!"

Souya takes the chance to tackle you down into Nahoya as you all end up on the ground, sandwiched between the Kawatas. "How's this for disadvantaged?" Nahoya smirks as you blush at the close contact of the twins as Souya leans in smiling.

@tokyometronetwork

[storiesforallfandoms]

hard day ~ pete davidson

word count: 2057

request?: yes!

“Hey can I request a Pete Davidson imagine where the reader has had a long hard day at set and dealing with papparazzi and Pete pampers her. Maybe ending in smut to make her feel special?”

description: after a hard day of filming, followed by an overwhelming run in with paparazzi, he decides to help her relax

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of the door slamming alerted Pete that his girlfriend was finally arriving home. She had texted him a few hours earlier to say she was being kept late on set, but neither one of them thought that she meant she’d be this late.

Pete craned his neck to peak around the doorway of the living room as he watched (Y/N) stomp up the stairs towards their shared room. He cringed as he heard that door slam shut as well. He knew this meant that (Y/N) wanted to be left alone, but he hated to leave her alone while she was so angry. So, he paused his show and got up to make his way to their room.

Instead of barging in, Pete stood outside their shared bedroom door and knocked. When there was no answer, he tried again.

“Fuck off,” came a groan.

“Hard day baby?” Pete asked her.

“Fuck off for a bit, Pete. I don’t wanna snap at you.”

Pete sighed and decided to leave her be. He knew it was best to let her blow off steam however she felt she had to, but it was hard when all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her until the bad went away.

An idea popped into his head. He moved from their bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. He began to run the bath and put some of (Y/N)’s favorite bubble bath in. He watched as the bubble rose so high that she would definitely disappear into them. While waiting for the hot water to cool down just enough that she could get in comfortably, Pete went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Once his de-stressing scene was all set up, he went back to their bedroom. Instead of knocking, Pete just walked in. He found his girlfriend laying face down on the bed. She was still completely dressed in her clothes from the day, which made him feel a slight twinge of sadness for her.

(Y/N) lifted her head just enough to look at Pete before letting it drop back down to the bed. “Go away.”

“I have a bath ready for you.”

(Y/N) rolled over onto her back and looked over at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I think I did, actually. You seem very upset, and we both know how much you love a good bath to help calm down.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a moment longer. She had to admit he was right on that front. She loved to take a nice hot bath after a long, stressful day in order to calm down. But tonight she just felt extra stressed and frustrated to a point where it felt like even a bath wasn’t going to help her.

She couldn’t hold back her giggles as Pete lifted her into his arms and started carrying her towards the bathroom. He played her on the counter and began to strip her of her clothes.

“I think I know how to get undressed, Pete,” she joked.

“But it’s my favorite thing to do!” Pete responded, a goofy smile on her face as he pulled her pants and panties down her legs at the same time, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

“You do light up like a child on Christmas when I take my bra off,” she teased him, noticing his eyes lingering on her chest.

“Your tits are my favorite gifts,” he agreed, tweaking her nipple just once to satisfy the urge inside of him. (Y/N)’s legs tightened a little at the gesture. Pete noticed, but decided not to say anything just yet.

He helped her into the tub and poured her a glass of the wine.

“Aren’t you joining me?” she asked as she took the glass from him.

“I’ll join you in a nice glass of this expensive wine we have,” he said. “But this is your de-stressing bath. I’ll just sit here and watch and drink for a while.”

“That’s romantic,” she said, sarcastically. “I take a nice hot bubble bath all by myself, while my boyfriend sits on the toilet.”

“Hey, could be worse. I could also be naked while I’m sitting here. Imagine how weird that would be.”

(Y/N) crinkled her nose before she started to giggle. Pete smiled as well, feeling a sense of pride in making her laugh.

They both sat together for a while, just sipping their wine. (Y/N) felt her body relaxing in the hot water as she laid her head back against the wall behind her. This really was what she needed after such a long day, whether her more frustrated self wanted to admit it or not.

“What had you so worked up in the first place, babe?” Pete asked as he filled her wine glass.

(Y/N) groaned. “You’re ruining the mood, Pete.”

He chuckled. “Okay, sorry. Just asking is all.”

(Y/N) sighed and lifted her head again to look at him. “Remember how I texted you to tell you I was asked to stay a bit later in order to finish a scene? Well, that ‘a bit later’ turned into three hours later because the director kept making me film the scene over and over and over until he finally decided it was okay. Not perfect, not even great! Just okay. He put us through hours of reshooting just to decide he was going to go with the okay take! Fucking bastard!”

“What was his problem?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Beats me! Apparently nothing was good enough for him. Wasted three fucking hours filming just to get an okay scene. Then, when I left, I was tired but I wanted to spend at least an hour with you, so I decided to go get coffee. The minute I stepped out of my vehicle I was swarmed by paparazzi. I don’t know how they figured out where I went, but they would not leave me alone. I ended up not even going into the coffee place cause I could not get around at all.”

Pete reached out and took hold of one of (Y/N) bubbly, wet hands. “I’m so sorry, babe. I do get how much the paparazzi shit sucks, but on top of an already bad day? That fucking sucks so much?”

(Y/N) sighed and ran her thumb over Pete’s knuckles. “It does suck. I have to go back to set tomorrow morning and I’m dreading it so much. How am I supposed to go back there after spending so long filming that last scene today? I’ll kill the director the moment I see him.”

“You wouldn’t even hurt a fly baby, let’s not pretend here.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “You’re right, I can’t.”

The silence washed over them again. (Y/N)’s eyes trailed to Pete’s hand. She looked at it for a while, just lost in her own world as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his knuckles. Then, she started thinking about his long fingers inside of her, curling just right to hit that spot inside of her that drove her over the edge every time. She felt a heat growing between her legs, and if she wasn’t in the bath already she was certain she’d be soaked.

“What are you thinking?” Pete asked, breaking her out of her trance. She looked up at him suddenly, eyes wide with the shock of being caught.

“Uh...” she said, trying to think of something to say. She didn’t want to tell Pete she had been having sexual daydreams, but then she realized what was the harm of telling him? They had been together for quite some time, it’s not like she’d scare him off by telling him anything. “I was thinking about your fingers inside of me.”

Pete’s pants grew a bit tighter at this. “Really? Pretty specific thing to be thinking about.”

“Well, I’m here holding your hand. I’m thinking about things that relax me. Your fingers definitely cause me to relax a lot when they’re down there.”

Pete placed his wine glass on the counter next to him and pulled his shirt over his head. (Y/N) watched in slight confusion, before realization washed over her when Pete’s hand disappeared under the water. He nudged her legs open and slowly ran two fingers up and down her slit, teasingly.

“You feel so wet already baby,” he joked, a smile on his face.

(Y/N) couldn’t contain her own smile and giggles. “You’re such a fucking do - ”

Her playful insult was silenced as Pete pushed two fingers deep inside of her. (Y/N) gasped, her head falling back against the wall behind her again. Pete started pumping in and out of her very slowly, making sure he wasn’t hurting her with what he was doing.

“Is this what you were thinking about baby?” he asked her.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck yes this feels so good.”

Pete curled his fingers in a way that made it easier for him to hit the right spots. (Y/N) let out a moan and tried to buck her hips against his fingers, but he used his other hand to ease her back down.

“Just sit back and let me take care of you baby,” he said. “I’ll take all your stress away.”

Pete’s erection was becoming nearly unbearable as he watched (Y/N) coming undone in front of him, and felt her warmth wrapped around his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to really fuck any stress left out of her. But at the same time, he didn’t want that. He just wanted to make her feel good, to wipe the memories of he day away.

(Y/N)’s free hand wrapped around Pete’s bicep. Her nails dug so deep into his arm that Pete knew there would be marks there once she pulled away, maybe even full on scratches or blood, but he’d wear the marks with pride. He usually did whenever she left them on him.

He began to speed up his pumping. He felt (Y/N)’s thighs clenching around his hand, as if she were trying to hold him there. Breathy moans were escaping from her lips as he body began to tremble.

“Fuck Pete,” she breathed. “Fuck, I’m starting to feel close.”

“Yeah?” Pete asked. “Are you gonna cum all over my fingers baby?”

In response, (Y/N) moaned again. Pete picked up his pace a little more, causing her moans to become screams of pleasure. He could feel the tension building up in her as he body prepared to let go.

Pete leaned forward to kiss (Y/N) gently on her lips. “Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you.”

With those words, (Y/N) came completely undone. She screamed Pete’s name so loud he was sure the neighbors would hear her. He felt her clenching around his fingers and he wished he could actually feel her wetness and not just that of the water in the tub.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily when Pete was finally able to pull away from her. He stood and grabbed a nearby hand towel to begin drying his hands. (Y/N) watched him, a cloud of lustful fog still blocking her as she tried to recover from her high. Her eyes shifted down to Pete’s crotch area, where she noticed the evergrowing buldge.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, a lazy smile on her face.

Pete smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her again. “That’s okay babe. You enjoy your bath until it gets cold.”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed together. “You don’t want me to do anything for you?”

“Well I didn’t say that,” Pete said. “But for now I just want you to unwind. We can fuck later on. I’ll make you forget your entire day then, maybe even your own name if you’re lucky.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I hope I’ll be lucky then.”

She smiled as she watched Pete leave the room to change his clothes. Despite her teasing words, she felt like she was already the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing man by her side.

[oikadori]

VAL VAL VAL VAL pls can u maybe do more of the zoom call thing w leaving the camera on w oikawa, atsumu & bokuto ILL ADAGHAAJAK I LOVE IT <3

LEAVING THEIR CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O PART III

⇢ includes: oikawa, atsumu, bokuto| PART I | PART II

⇢ genre// cw: fluff , f!reader // suggestive, atsumu is more teasing than soft sksksksk

⇢ wc~ 1K

a/n : YESS YESS I’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU BBY sksksks i’m glad you like them I have so much fun writing them to be honest!

reblogs are v v cute 

“You look so pretty like that.”

Oikawa’s voice comes from the corridor that leads to your room. He is carrying his sport bag as he shoots a cheeky smile in your direction.

“You mean, when I’m clueless about what is the lecture about?” you scoff after you had deactivated your mic and camera. Rising an eyebrow and pointing at your laptop’s screen where is your teacher talking, you lock eyes with the setter.

“Yeah, exactly when you are completely clueless―”, he chuckles, dropping his bag on the floor with a soft thud before walking towards you, “―it makes me feel smart”

You roll your eyes before he wraps his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and leaving a trail of kisses over your skin, his fluffy hair tickling your neck, drawing giggles out of you.

“I’m still in class, Tooru” you say in between giggles as he covers your face in sloppy kisses.

“But I’ve missed you!”

“We saw each other an hour ago!”

“And your point is?”, he quirks an eyebrow before burying his face in your neck, making you chuckle even harder than before.

“You are an adorable couple, but class is not over yet!”

Your boyfriend freezes, chocolate orbits opening wide, mouth still latched at your skin as he lifts his gaze to face your teacher.

“Shit”, you choke out before desperately searching for the buttons that truly deactivated your mic and camera. Oikawa’s cheeks are a light pink as he lets out a nervous chuckle, straightening up before rubbing his nape.

“Sorry!”

“Oikawa-san~”, A bunch of female voices come out of the speakers and you automatically roll your eyes.

Regaining his confident self, he shows them his charm, smiling as he makes his trademark peace sign, causing the girls to sigh dreamily. But before they can admire your boyfriend any longer, you finally press the right button.

Oikawa immediately pouts, making you frown as he clings again onto your neck, whining.

“What?!”

“You could have showed me off a little more!”

“Doll I need ya!”

Atsumu whines, sitting in front of his desk, dropping his head back on the chair as he looks at your figure across the room.            

“I’m busy” you say not even sparing him a glance, putting a frown on his dark brows. You keep reading your book on his bed as the setter squints his eyes at you, “You are in class anyways.”

“But I have my camera off, we aren’t doing much!”, you lift your gaze, finding his hazel orbits begging at you. You sigh, standing up and taking long steps in his direction.

“What do you want ‘Tsumu?”

“Make me company! Sit on my lap, doll”, he pats his thigh with a sneaky smirk that had you frowning.

You try to gaze at the laptop to make sure there are no unexpected viewers but Atsumu quickly grips your waist pulling you onto his lap, making you grunt.

“There we go, god, you are very prickly!”

“What did you say?” you shriek, pushing his arms away to stand up when a cute laugh slips past his mouth as he tightens the grip on your waist, leaning closer to your face.

“Sorry, sorry,but you look so cute when you are angry”, a teasing grin swirls on the corner of his lips as he erases the distance between you, eyes softening as you pout.

And before you can say something else, he captures your lips, silencing any of your further complains. Your hands travel to his neck, instinctively caressing the back of his head.

“Miya―”

“SO, THIS IS THE REASON WHY I CAN’T BE IN MY OWN ROOM?!”, Osamu interrupts the teacher, his brows bowing up in surprise across the screen as the kitchen counter acts as background. You tense up as Atsumu’s chuckles resonate against your lips.

“You wanted to get caught, don’t you?”

Atsumu’s eyes blink for a moment, staring at your warm face before cupping your chin as his free hand squeezes your hip.

“Not really, but it’s a bonus they got to see how lucky I am”

“Kou, I can feel you staring, you know?”

Bokuto jumps from the small gap he left while opening the door, attempting to sneak silently into your room. You press the keyboard mindlessly, too tired to make sure your camera is actually off as you turn to face Fukorodani’s captain.

“I wanted to surprise you!”, he confesses, thick eyebrows falling but just as quick his eyes shine as he moves his hands excitedly, “I found this cool movie and―

“Kou, I’m sorry but I have to finish this group project first” you point at your laptop where your classmates are yelling at each other before smiling faintly at him,

Bokuto’s face contorts as he sees the way you squeeze your nose bridge with closed  eyes. He moves behind you before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on top of your head,

“Babe, you need to rest too”

“But―”

His big hands travel to your shoulders, putting some pressure on your muscles, giving you a so needed massage that had you letting out quite sighs.

“Feels good?”, he coos, smiling as he hears your cute sounds with each movement of his thumbs over your skin. You lean your head to the side, so your cheek rubs the outside of his palm, making Bokuto blush as he laughs softly.

“Hey, Y/N, are you falling asleep?!!”

One guy says from the laptop, smirking teasingly at the ace, causing your eyes to flutter open and your cheeks to burn realizing you’ve been observed all this time.

“She was finally relaxing, dude!” Bokuto says, frowning, as the other one chuckles in the background. He stands by your side before spinning your chair, so you face him.

“Kou?”

Without a word, he carries you Koala style, completely ignoring your classmates complains from your laptop. His face turns to the side, kissing your cheek as his strong arms hold you tightly against his bulky body.

“Sorry gorgeous but you are taking a nap right now!”

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 >> 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Second person p.o.v Warnings: well the title says some stuff Characters: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Peter(s), Pietro, Stephen, Sam A/N: This had to go under some editing before I have the courage to post it on here because honestly, it's either that I've read my works so much and feel nothing anymore or that it's genuinely trash. Also can someone please explain why people don't like peter quill/chris pratt please

-Tony Stark: "341... 342... 343..." You counted your pushups under your breath. You and Tony had made a bet: he thought Steve could do more pushups than you could, but in the heat of the moment, you bet otherwise. Now, you were obviously regretting your choice.

There you were with Steve in the living room, the rest of the Avengers watching you guys in amazement. The only thing that stopped you from winning against the super soldier was that you didn't have superhuman strength. At least you trained with one everyday. Right?

You felt your body stiffening and tiring as you continued with your pushups. You lowered your body one last time, chest hovering above the ground, but you couldn't find the energy to lift yourself up again. Steve glanced at you with a small smile on his face, watching as you struggled.

You groaned, falling to the cold floor, listening to Tony cheer, helping Steve up in joy. "You good there (Y/N)?" Asked Steve, walking over to you, giving you a hand. You glared at him, getting up on your own, making him laugh.

"You know you did better than any of us could have. That's 352 pushups in a row." Natasha praised, making you roll your eyes. "Yes, but it doesn't mean I couldn't have done better. Anyway, let's be real. Bucky is also a supersoldier, so me beating me is out of the question. He's just as strong as Steve-if not stronger."

You sauntered over to you and Tony's shared room with him right on your tail. You didn't bother closing the door behind you before taking off your shirt.

You gasped when you were pushed against the wall roughly, your sweaty body making contact with another one. " Good gods, what could you possibly want Tony?" You questioned, looking up. "You." He breathed out, leaning down to kiss your neck, sucking softly on the skin. Shivers ran down your spine at the sultry tone, and just as you were about to speak up again, he kissed your lips with hunger and need.

As if on instinct, your hands travelled to the nape of his neck, playing with the short hairs. He deepened the kiss, but it was abruptly cut short when the door burst open. "I-uh, sorry-I-um, water?" "You can put that right over there. Yeah, thanks Steve."

-Steve Rogers: You and Steve were huddled up on a couch in his apartment, watching Jurassic Park. He took a quick look at you, so focused on the movie, your lip tightly tucked between your teeth. You cuddled closer to your loving boyfriend who held you tighter, the cold getting to your bones.

"Honey, do you want me to close the window?" He asked you, already getting up. You got hold of his hand, tugging him down, your eyes never leaving the bright screen. "No, stay." He smiled and kissed your soft lips, getting your shiny lip gloss on himself.

"Um, you got something right there. Let me get it for you." You muttered, getting on your knees to kiss him once more. He chuckled against your lips, flipping you over so you were laying down on the couch. You threw your shirt off, Steve doing the same.

Just as Steve reached down to slide his shorts off, yours already long gone, the door burst open, two loud voices interrupting your moment. Two wolf-whistles caught your attention, your heads snapping in their direction. At the sight of Sam and Bucky, you pushed Steve off of you with such force he fell to the ground.

You rushed to put your shorts and shirt back on but they were at Sam's feet, so you stayed hidden behind the couch. "Nice gloss Steve. Where'd you get it from?" Started Bucky. "Oh right, never mind, where'd you get it from (Y/N)?" Sam slammed his hand on Bucky's back as they both broke down laughing. "Remind me why we gave them a key?"

-Bucky Barnes: Bucky wasn't exactly having the best day. The both of you had gone to one of your favourite coffee shops when your ex just happened to bump into you. "(Y/N)? Oh wow." And with that he started rambling off about his life, flirting with you, even with Bucky standing beside you.

You politely told him you had to go, feeling awfully sorry that Bucky had to deal with that. When you got back to the Avengers Compound, Natasha had immediately called you in for some work, leaving your boyfriend to sit in your shared bedroom all alone on his day off.

He wanted to kill your ex. Quite literally. So much that he even found his address. So when you entered your room, you didn't have the time to kick your shoes off before you were pressed up against the wall, with Bucky's lips hungrily attacking yours. You obviously kissed him back, hands pulling him closer to you by the shoulders.

When the door opened, Natasha dropped the file she was holding and her jaw slacked. Bucky closed the door shut with a growl, holding it there with his metal arm, his lips never leaving yours.

-Thor Odinson: It was a nice, calm morning for you and Thor. You were laying in bed, sunlight coming from the windows giving a nice gold tint to the room. Thor looked down, playing with your silky hair, and you smiled when your eyes connected.

He leaned down to give your lips a short peck, but you pulled him back in, finding his arms suddenly wrapped around your torso tightly. Your hands cupped his jaw and you felt Thor smile as he slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring it like it was the first time.

"Hey-oh!" Thor grunted and pulled away, looking at Tony who had barged into your room "Didn't know the Odinsons had it in them to go for a round so early." Thor held his hand out for Mjölnir which flew from the other side of the room right into his hand, making Tony run out of the room faster than thunder.

-Clint Barton: It was one of those days in the facility where no one had anything to do. No paperwork to fill out, no missions to go on and nothing fun to do. So logically, you and Clint decided it'd be a great idea to go training.

As you were sparring, he swung his leg under yours and in the blink of an eye, you had him straddling your hips on the ground.

He smirked and leaned down, his face close enough to yours for you to be kissing. He pinned your arms above your head and you whispered "Not here Clint." However you didn't protest when he started kissing your neck.

He only stopped when you both heard a loud voice booming. "Brother Clint and Lady (Y/N) seem to be busy, turn around." Clint rolled off you, the only thing heard in the room was your now heavy breathing. You saw Thor pushing Steve out of the training room making you chuckle slightly before getting up.

-Pietro Maximoff: It was a lazy day for you and Pietro. You both had some fun last night, though you were quiet and slow, not wanting to wake the others up from their light slumber.

You walked into the kitchen in one of Pietro's oversized training shirts to make yourself a coffee and a peanut butter and jam sandwich. You shut your eyes for a moment, opening them to take your first bite.

You felt arms wrap around your waist and you leaned into the familiarity of Pietro's chest. You both sighed in content; everything was perfect. Nothing could possibly ruin the weekend you were having. Pietro went ahead to place a kiss on your cheek and you turned around to get a proper one on the lips. He chuckled, his laugh throaty and raspy.

He reconnected your lips only to hear a yell "Oh get a room you two!" You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing your sandwich in one hand and Pietro's shirt in the other, dodging a disgusted Clint as you escaped to your bedroom, coffee mug forgotten on the counter.

-Peter Parker: You and Peter went over to his house immediately after class, eager to cool off with your weekly movie night. It was easy to say that the both of you had a fairly tough week. You changed into some comfortable clothes, settling down on Peter's bed with a bunch of snacks.

"You know," you started, taking a sip of your soda. "More people should watch Star Wars. Like they immediately judge, but they haven't even watched it. At least know what you're talking about if you're going to say it's bad." Peter smiled, pulling your body closer to his and kissing your forehead. You hummed in delight, snuggling into his chest. "If this is what I get for being smart, I should really start studying more."

You trailed butterfly kisses on his soft skin, from his jaw down to his collar bone until his sweater was restricting any further access. You tugged at it and Peter untangled himself from you to take it off.

Just as you straddled him, connecting your lips to his skin once more, the door squeaked, signaling it had been open. "Hey Peter-oh! Use protection!" Aunt May stepped out of the doorway, shutting the door behind her, leaving you and Peter mouth agape as you stared at the same spot she stood at mere seconds ago.

-Peter Quill: It was a crucially boring day for the lot of you. You all just sat in the Milano trying to find something to do. "Babe. Baby." Peter poked you in the shoulder repetitively, head leaning on your arm, puppy eyes ready. "What is it Peter, Baby?" "I miss you." He whined.

You looked down at his pouty face, leaning down to give his soft plump lips a nice short kiss. "I want you," he whispered in such a low voice, you almost didn't hear him. You looked around the room.

Gamora was reading a magazine, Rocket was fixing some sort of machine, probably another bomb, Drax was sitting on a one seater couch eating from a bag of chips and Mantis was doing whatever Mantis does, looking outside the ship from the big glass window.

"Come on." You told him quietly. As soon as you entered your room, Peter was planting kisses all over your jaw and down your neck. He picked you up, walking you over to your bed. He immediately crawled above you and you moaned, throwing your head on your pillows and arching your back when he found your sweet spot.

"What a show, you're disgusting." Peter didn't stop, and neither did you, only encouraging his actions when you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You only pulled away when Gamora took her shoe off, throwing it at the both of you and hitting Peter, making him jump and yelp.

-Stephen Strange: "Hello Love." You jumped slightly at your boyfriend's sudden presence behind you and heard him chuckle deeply. He had just returned from the hospital after a long day of work, leaving to your bedroom for some rest.

You sat in the living room, eyes on your book but your mind kept on drifting off to Stephen. He was a great man. He always greeted you with small kisses after long days of work, cooked dinner when he could, and went out of his way to buy you flowers and small gifts.

You don't know how long you sat there but you eventually got up to strut over to you and Stephen's bedroom. "Hey Ste-oh." There he stood, towel wrapped around his waist, hand running through his wet, greying hair.

His smirk grew wide as he approached you, hands gripping your hips. He leaned down and your arms went to his chest as your lips connected. His tongue easily slipped past your lips and into your mouth. Your fingers played with the loose towel hanging around Stephen's torso and soon enough, it hit the ground, exposing your fiancé's body to you.

Stephen groaned and your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He lifted you up and your legs found their spot around his waist, hooking your ankles together, never breaking the kiss. "Oh my god!" Stephen suddenly dropped you on the floor only to pull you back into him to cover himself. "Oh my god! Why you guys!? At least shut the fucking door!" "Get out Christine!" Yelled Stephen, his face flushed, embarrassment written all over his features.

-Loki Laufeyson: You sat in the library, nose in a book. That's how it was, and that's how you planned it would be for the rest of the day. That was, until someone snatched your precious book from your hands and started running into the depths of the library, the only sign of who it is being the jet black hair disappearing behind a bookshelf.

"Loki! Come back!" You yelled, already on the chase. "Loki!" You dragged out the last syllable you looked through the aisles. All of a sudden, you were pulled into someone's arms and then pushed back into a bookcase, a pair of lips smashing onto yours.

You couldn't help but moan out Loki's name as he pressed himself closer to you, starting to grind his crotch into yours. He smiled softly, murmuring an "I've missed you incredibly, my love." You moaned again, managing to utter "I've missed you too."

"Would you look at that! What have you done to (Y/N)'s innocence, my dear brother?" Loki pulled away with a sigh, giving Thor an 'Are you serious?" look.

-Sam Wilson: "Never again." You groaned, slumping down onto the couch, clutching your now broken wrist. "You okay baby?" Asked Sam, pulling you into a hug. You dug your head into his chest, shaking it slightly. "I think Steve likes seeing me suffer. He always sends me after the tougher guys." You whined.

He chuckled as you spoke up again, muttering about the pain. "At least you got your cast to be your favourite colour, no?" You laughed at his poor attempt to cheer you up but nodded nonetheless.

He got up, leaving the room before joining you again, a sweatshirt in hand. Your eyes lit up as he handed it to you and you pulled it on, nearly ripping it with your speed. "Careful there." He muttered as you launched yourself on him to hug him.

"Mhmm." "Don't fall asleep on me again, please." He told you, kissing your soft, pink lips. You hummed, your uninjured arm fisting his shirt to pull him on top of you. He chuckled at your eagerness before pulling you in again.

You both had been so busy these past few weeks that you barely got a morning kiss, but now that you were alone, you intended to make the most of it, showing your boyfriend of two years how much you really loved him.

Your unharmed hand held him closer to you by the neck, your broken one on the couch beside your head. You moaned when Sam bit your lip but immediately stopped, eyes widening when Natasha walked in with Tony, her eyes on her phone, muttering "Somewhere else please."

[writemekpop]

Hot Stuff | Mark Lee

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Summary: You're determined to make Mark's dirty dream a reality. 

Genre: Boyfriend!Mark, sexy times in a field 

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Sexual content, nudity 

Gif: @njaems​

Your eyes still heavy with sleep, you slipped your hand under Mark’s T-shirt. You traced the lines of his abs, enjoying the way his hot stomach tightened under your touch.

Suddenly, Mark rolled away, his neck turning red. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked. 

“Nothin’. Go ta sleep,” he replied, voice husky.  

That's when you saw it.

You smirked when you saw a definite bump underneath Mark’s side of the duvet, exactly where his crotch was. 

“Did you have an… interesting dream?” you whispered against the back of Mark’s neck, making him shiver.

“No!” Mark paused. “Maybe.”

You reached so your fingers could play with the waistband of his briefs. “Tell meeee…”

Mark whispered something in your ear. 

You gasped. “That’s your ultimate sex fantasy?”

Mark bit his lip. “Yeah babe, what ya gonna do about it?”

It was your turn to smirk. “Just you wait and see.” 

---

“Oh Mark, ravish me!” you said, running into the centre of the meadow where Mark dreamed of having sex with you. The sunset painted the sky a rich red and a breeze tickled the long grass. 

You were naked except for a picnic blanket wrapped around you. 

“Oops!” you exclaimed, winking. You let the picnic blanket fall to the ground.

Mark groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. “Did I say I love you?”

You lay down on the blanket, beckoning Mark with two fingers. He half-walked, half-skipped over, threw off his own blanket, and lay down beside you. 

He kissed you on the mouth.  

As his lips played with yours, you felt Mark’s hand lightly tracing a line down the side of your body to your thigh. He left a trail of goosebumps under his fingers.

With the wind stroking your skin, you felt more exposed than ever. It was a delicious feeling. 

Your lips attached to Mark’s neck, tasting his pulse. His breath was heavy in your ears; his skin already shined with sweat, despite the cool air. 

You smirked in delight when you noticed Mark’s hand on the blanket beside you. He was grabbing it in a bunch, his biceps flexing with the effort. 

Suddenly, the sun moved behind a cloud and an icy breeze made you shiver. 

You tried desperately to hide it, rolling over and pinning Mark to the ground with one hand as your lips moved down his chest. 

But Mark wasn’t fooled. 

“Yo, you’re freezing! Let’s stop.” His eyes were full of love as he looked up at you, your teeth beginning to chatter. 

“I’m. Fine,” you said, teeth gritted. “I’m making your dream come true! Hot sex in an outdoor field… although, I think the hot part is far gone.” 

Mark was still uneasy, but his moan of pleasure soon distracted him. 

What you could feel… were the ants. 

In between kisses, you subtly shifted your body to avoid the tickling feeling of an ant on you. 

Mark tried to keep kissing you, but he couldn’t find your lips. 

“What you wriggling about for?” Mark chuckled. 

“Damn ants. Don’t worry, I’m fine!”

The last straw… was when it began to rain. 

A fat glob of rain broke on your head, making you shiver right down to your toes. 

Mark separated you, pushing himself up to sitting. “This ain’t working, baby…”

You crossed your arms. “A seductress never gives up…”

Mark threw back his head in a laugh as he took in your body. You were streaming with rain, shivering so hard you could barely speak, and red ant bites were already appearing on your skin.

Tenderly, Mark placed a kiss on each of your ant bites. “You really love me that much, huh?” he whispered behind your ear. 

Picking up the other picnic blanket, he draped it over the two of you like a duvet. What really warmed you up, however, was his strong arms wrapped around you. 

The gentleness with which Mark smoothed the rain from your cheeks made your heart feel like bursting. 

“You don’t mind stopping?” you said, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and inhaling his musky scent.

“Next time you’re dying of frostbite, tell me, yeah,” he murmured. 

Maybe real life wasn’t a fantasy. Maybe the reality – the two of you snuggled up under a blanket, clinging to each other for warmth – was way better.

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[chil2de]

that one scene from csm but make it my favourite haikyuu characters

aka: you give them the lollipop you were eating

featuring: miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, tendou satori

atsumu

“that’s nasty as shit”

“y’all still eat those?” atsumu sneers, slumping down on the bench beside you. he slings his arm over you to set down the drink he got for you. from your peripherals, you watch him screw open a bottle of water before chugging half the contents.

“what do you mean still? you’re acting like you were born three decades ago. have you ever even had one?”

“why would i eat one? it’ll be gone in like a minute” he scoffs, screwing the lid back on.

“that’s ‘cause you’re one of those psychopaths who bite straight into it. you’re supposed to wait for it to dissolve in your m—“

“wait for it to do what?”

“huh? dissolve in your m—“

you turn your attention towards atsumu’s stifled laughter.

“you’re tryin’ so hard to not say ‘suck’ and it’s fuckin’ killing me” he snorts, eyebrows raising in amusement.

“are you a child?” you sneer, gritting your teeth a little into the candy.

“i ain’t got a lollipop in my mouth”

“that’s why ‘samu’s the better twin.” you hum. when atsumu’s mouth rolls into an ‘o’ you take the opportunity to plunge the lollipop into his mouth, relishing the way surprise paints him.

for a second, your thumb lingers on his bottom lip. his eyelids are still blown with shock before he tucks the lollipop away, delicacy audibly knocking against his teeth.

“cute.” you hum, pulling atsumu’s bottom lip down. he jams his lips closed, shooting you daggers in the process. it only fuels you more when he’s left in a pout but his eyes shriek bloody murder.

“shut the hell up, asshole.”

-

osamu

“i mean..”

“here. you wanted this one, right?” osamu opens the grocery bag, rummaging through the contents before leaning over the passenger seat to give you your lollipop.

you lean back over to him, planting a small kiss onto his cheek before murmuring a soft thank you against his skin.

“oh! you got the melon one, too! i heard they’re good.” you hum, working the wrapper off as osamu drives the key into the exhaust.

“probably tastes like melon.” he laughs with a puff of exhaled air.

“you didn’t get one for yourself?” you inquire, turning to face osamu as he leans one arm behind your seat- peering out behind him to back out of the parking lot.

“one of..?” he trails, attention clearly elsewhere for a second.

“the lollipop. you wanna try?”

“(y/n), i don’t want your cooties.” osamu hums in amusement, yet continues to pop his mouth open whilst he’s still facing you. having not tried the lollipop yourself, you quickly give it a few swipes before letting osamu taste it.

“tastes like melon.” he agrees, humming thoughtfully as he straightens himself to face forward.

“right? it’s kinda weird, like there’s an aftertaste.”

“there’s a few extras in the bag, you wanna try those too?”

-

suna

“thanks.”

you sling your arm over your bed, digging and thrashing around for your phone until it falls within your reach. even though suna’s a room away, instead of using your voice, you decide to send him a message. you can even hear the faint buzz and ring of his phone going off in the distance.

it’s a beat, two, three until you can hear rustling ring in the air; followed by the faint pitter patter of suna’s footsteps.

when the door opens, he pops his head through with a look of disgruntlement evident on him.

“are you mute?” he sighs, glancing around to try to figure out what you want before you get a chance to speak.

you grab the lollipop from your mouth, sticking it out in front of you.

“i don’t wanna eat it anymore.”

suna slumps off of the door, taking a few steps forward to extend his hand before taking the candy from you.

“i’ll throw it away for you, doll.” he hums flatly, ghosting a smirk on his lips as he listens to your clamor and turmoil at the newfound information.

subsequently, when suna settles back down at his desk, he sends you a snap. the picture includes him holding the stick at an angle so that you can see the bulge of the lollipop against his skin, ornating his cheek in a small ‘o’. moreover, the caption reads “gotem😎”

-

sakusa

“no.”

sakusa raises an eyebrow incredulously at your morbid proposal, features scrunching into mutiny underneath his mask.

“give it here. i’m throwing it away.” he tilts his digits in a ‘come here’ motion, beckoning for you to hand the lollipop over.

“kiyoomiiii! it won’t kill you!” you guffaw, hesitantly handing over the candy in betrayal. he shoots you a sideways glare, carefully covering the lollipop up with the original wrapper it came in.

“but we’ve kis—“

“—how am i supposed to know that you’re not carrying a disease?” sakusa refutes, warning you to not cause a scene in front of his team mates. if they caught wind that he even allowed you to touch his hand, let alone kiss him, he’s sure that he’ll never hear the end of it.

later that day, as you swing by the gymnasium to catch the end of sakusa’s practice, you spot him halfway across the court- resting on a bench.

with every step forwards, your eyes focus on the foreign object that pokes out of his mouth. it’s a white lollipop stick, the same one you’d given him earlier.

you raise a finger in rebuttal, tone sneering.

“is that—“

he grabs the lollipop, motioning it towards you.

“why? you want it back?”

-

iwaizumi

“couldn’t you have bought another one?”

“iwa-chaaaan! how are your blood sugar levels?”

“iwa-chan?” his face scrunches, clearly disappointed and a little agitated over the downgrade in his pet name. whatever happened to babe? baby? haji, even? he’s not necessarily thrilled that you’re talking to him at the same level oikawa does.

“huh? you good?” you wave your hand out, fanning it in front of iwaizumi’s face to catch his attention.

“yeah, what? i don’t know. i don’t check it.” he huffs momentarily.

iwaizumi’s quick to spot the lollipop sitting in your mouth, tucked away in your cheek so that you can speak properly. you can already see the suspicion crawling onto him, and unfortunately he’s half a step further than you.

“don’t you have another one?” iwaizumi sighs, refusing to meet the puppy eyes that make his heart strings pull.

“why? don’t wanna share with me?” you grin, securing the stick in place so that he can’t grab ahold of it.

“really? you’re not gonna share it with me now?”

before you’re able to start a game of tug of war, iwaizumi steals the candy by yanking it out of your mouth and swiftly taking it for him to taste.

“what the hell?” his features bundle up into disgust and his gaze locks with yours. you can’t help the slight giggles that threaten to spill past your lips.

“you got the orange one? that’s nasty.” iwaizumi mumbles, twirling the lollipop in his mouth as though he might become accustomed to the taste.

“so? no one’s forcing you to eat it. spit it out or throw it away.”

“no way.”

-

tendou

“ehh? you really wanna share it?”

from across the assortment of candy jars that lay in front of him, tendou leans over the counter. he creases his brow in concentration, as though he’s plotting his next move to win a checkmate in chess. in fact, he’s just trying his best to pick what snacks to stockpile for when he’s cuddling with you later.

tendou’s face contorts into disgust and he hisses a low tut when his eyes lay upon the untouched container of black liquorice. he moves his slender fingers towards said container, analysing the amount of content inside.

“satori? you like black liquorice? it’s okay, i won’t tell anyone.” you sneer, digging your elbow into tendou’s side. he uncoils from the jar as though he’s just touched a hot pan.

“eh? do i look like someone who likes black liquorice?” he raises an eyebrow, setting the container back down before grabbing something else and stuffing it into a paper bag.

“i mean.. yeah? you were just fondling black liquorice?”

“whaaaat? there’s some things that i like fondling, but black liquorice ain’t one of them.” tendou hums, snapping his head back to look at you in his peripherals. you send another jab to his side, apologising profusely to the employee for his inappropriate comment.

“satori!” you guffaw, watching the smug grin tilt onto him whilst you’re left speeding away from him out of embarrassment. tendou only reaches his hand out and stops you short by the arm, assertively yet carefully dragging you back to walk alongside him.

“you can’t just say that in public!”

“say what?” he cocks his head, blowing his eyelids open with curiosity. you watch his lips descend into that cute little pout and you’ve almost lost your mind already.

“oh? but i didn’t specify what i was talking about, did i? you’re so diiiirtyyyyy~”

“shut up! whatever— anyways, what’d you get?” you grit your teeth, turning your face away from him.

you can feel tendou’s cold fingertips grasp your chin. he tilts you forward, other hand dipping a green lollipop into your mouth.

“here! this is for you, angel~”

-

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