#ugh i want More. I want to time travel just so i can eat it again

[indecisive-dizzy]

Bedtime has been interrupted by Hungry (and my inbox, im gettin to that-)

sigh i love food combos that may sound odd but aren't.

[phagodyke]

damn I rly have another 4 weeks of holiday this year huh. I should start making some plans

[seungfl0wer]

Bangchan As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut 🩵

•He’s such a cute, giggly, bushy mess. He’s so giddy about everything.

•Finds everything you do just so damn cute.

•One of his favorite things is when you get to talking about something you love.

•The way you’re so excited about it just makes him smile while listing.

•The sparkle in your eyes just makes his heart do flips.

•Another thing he absolutely just melts at is you in his clothes.

•He finds it so cute and attractive just seeing you in his shirts/hoodies.

•The day he finds you all curled up in bed in his hoodie snuggling up to his pillow.

•Ugh man feels like his heart is on fire.

•He’s such a sweet Clingy man.

•Wants to always be touching you in some way.

•Is he slightly possessive or is he just doing loving boyfriend things?

•The answer is yes. Yes to both.

•He always has a hand on you. Either on your thigh, holding your hand, touching your arms. Anything.

•He’s very thoughtful.

•Remembers all the things you tell him.

•So when he’s traveling and sees your favorite animal, snack or favorite character in that one show you guys binge watched.

•He’s buying it for you.

•Speaking of buying things.

•Loves buying you both matching clothes.

•Finds it so adorable.

•He’s getting you both a whole wardrobe of couple outfits.

•Just loves showing you off.

•Talks non-stop about you.

•”y/n loves those!” “Omg those are y/ns faves!”

•“Y/n and I come here all the time” “y/n did this funny thing today”

•Plans out time for his schedule to make sure he has time to spend with you.

•Does in fact cry when he’s away from you for too long.

•He gets you to wear one of his hoodies for a while before leaving so he can snuggle it.

•Also cries into that.

•He’s just so head over heels for you it hurts being away for so long.

•When he does eventually come home.

•He’s all over you.

•You’re not leaving his sight for at least a week straight.

•He’s gonna be glued to you.

•Arms wrapped around you.

•Telling you how much he missed you. How much he wants to take you to the places he was.

•Giving you all the things he found for you.

•Also apologizing for leaving you for so long.

•Which you always playfully smack him telling him

•“I don’t mind, I knew when we started dating this would happen. At least at the end of everything you come back to me.”

•Your words always bringing tears to his eyes.

•Mans has a whole folder of songs he’s made for you.

•There’s some he’s shown you but a lot are special.

•For special occasions like birthdays/anniversaries.

•He also has a whole folder of pictures/videos of you.

•A lot. A LOT. Of unflattering ones.

•Has those saved in a special folder so you can’t delete them.

•He thinks they’re cute but you think they’d be perfect blackmail material.

•He really enjoys your input on things.

•Music, style, life. He really likes to hear what you have to say.

•Always checks up on you, just simple “did you eat today?” Or “Did you drink water?”

•Sends the sweetest good morning texts

•And you know something?

•The spark yall have never dies.

•The longer you date, the more he knows he’s gonna marry you.

•He falls more and more in love with you every day.

•Truly heart eyes for you constantly.

•Chan is really just the best, he’s so caring, compassionate and just.. the man you want forever with.

•And nothing would make you happier than to spend that forever with him.

︵‿︵‿୨Smut Below୧‿︵‿︵

•As loving as he is normally that transfers to love making.

•And that’s what it is.

•Love making.

•He’s so sensational, and passionate.

•You both definitely sit down and talk about what you both like.

•Chan always wants to make sure you’re comfortable.

•But god does he just lose control sometimes.

•His mind goes as he’s fucking you.

•He looks like a dog with his tongue basically hanging out.

•The noises he makes are so hot-

•This man’s vocal on a daily you think he’s not in bed?

•If he’s not making noises he’s talking.

•Big into talking.

•”Baby, you feel so good” “ah you’re taking me so good”

•”My love your milking my cock-“ “you’re so good for me baby”

•Ugh-

•Definitely loves interlocking hands.

•He can get a little rough sometimes.

•Spanking, Choking, hair pulling, probably has a daddy kink.

•I said what I said.

•We all know he does-

•He’s such a softy though.

•Soft dom for sure

•Always. Always makes sure you cum.

•You could have been an absolute brat.

•And yeah he’s gonna punish you but honestly.

•He’s gonna let you cum.

•Even if he says he won’t.

•He will.

•He always does.

•Also listen-

•This man’s going down on you often.

•So often.

•He just can’t get over how you sound.

•Can’t get over how you look when his tongue is lapping at your hole.

•Really just drives him crazy.

•So much aftercare. Ugh dude-

•Cleans you up, cuddles you, gets you a snack and a drink.

•”You did so well baby” “it’s ok baby I’m here I’m not going anywhere ever. I love you”

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[mountainficss]

hii hshshs what are your thoughts on jeonghan as a menace bestfriend who likes to tease you but one day you decided to tease him back by shoving a ruler in his face and asking if you could measure him HSBDHDHDJFB SORRY THIS JEONGHAN BRAINROT IS JUST 😓😓😵😓

!! mentions of: dirty talk

omg i TOTALLY understand anon. jeonghan is just so…ugh…

jeonghan would be a little SHIT. i imagine him doing the most irritating things to tease you. you usually just sit through his teasing, rolling your eyes and letting it happen. of course he does it because he loves you, but it’s irritating when your best friend is that pretty. he’d sneak up behind you and whisper dirty things in your ear, the way you jump at his sudden proximity making him giggle. would also convince you to hug him, outstretching his arms towards you until you sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around his torso. his arms would trap you in, and he’d press playful kisses to your cheeks until you push him away. there are times where his kisses would travel to your jawline, causing you to let out flustered yelps as you shove him. he’d just smile like the little shit he is, giggling at your angry expression.

one day he’d be acting extra annoying (and horny), and would make even more vulgar statements than usual. during class you’d yank a piece of his hair after he pissed you off, and he’d respond with a groan and a muffled “pull harder next time. ’m into that.” you’d just gasp and swat him in the arm, earning a sleazy smile from him in return. after you eat lunch with him, you would complain about how full you were. jeonghan would make a joke about how he can fill you up too, and you’d search for the nearest object to throw at him (a grape at the time). you’d have no idea why jeonghan was acting like this, but you’d start to get fed up.

“you know, i bet i could make you happy,” hannie would muse vaguely, his hooded eyes staring up at you sitting on his desk. you’d gaze down at him from over your nose bridge, lifting an eyebrow up in questioning. “’m really good with my hands. my mouth too.” he’d tug his lower lip between his teeth as he smiles, the habit making your stomach churn. he always looked so pretty doing that. you were tired of his teasing though, so you decided to fight back. “well, hannie…” you’d start, narrowing your eyes at the boy sitting below you. you’d snatch up the ruler sitting on the table, swiftly leaning in close to jeonghan from above while you shove the ruler in his face. “can i measure you, then? i wanna make sure your dick is just as good.” you’d smirk meanly, watching his eyes cross cutely to look at the ruler, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. his mouth is ever so slightly agape, little stammers and stutters tumbling from his pretty lips. he can’t even look at you, eyes practically glued to his desk as he tries to get it together. you had always been so insouciant when it came to his teasing, so pliant. so hearing you snap back with something so dirty, he wouldn’t even have the words to respond. you’d slide the tip of the ruler underneath his chin, using it to gently guide his face upwards. he’d stare up at you with wide, glazed over eyes while you flash him your prettiest smile. “is that a yes?” you’d tease, enjoying the shock on poor jeonghan’s face. he wanted to tell you that you could do more than just measure him, but all that escaped his throat was a choked “mhm!” you’d just scoff at him, leaning in closer so you were barely a foot away from his face. “fine then. you can meet me at my house later since you want me to so bad.” he wouldn’t even be able to answer you, his mind would just be whirling with all the thoughts of what you had planned for him. that’s what he gets for teasing you all the time <3

taglist: @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @luvseungcheol , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes , @dokyeomkyeom , @allieyaaa

[cinnbar-bun]

Heartless Giant- Chapter 1

(Excuse the banner)

Pairing: Crocodile x GN!Royal!Reader

Rating: SFW

First part of a collaboration with @fanaticsnail 's Storyteller collection! I chose to do the "Heartless Giant" with Crocodile. Thank you for having me as a part of this, dear <3!

Summary: Your older brothers claim that the man who tried to overthrow your kingdom is still in the dungeons below. Such a monster shouldn't possibly exist, right? After a bet and a promise, you and your brothers travel down the dungeons to find the proclaimed "giant". Those rumors should be nothing more than gossip... right?

Notes: GN!Reader, Prisoner!Crocodile (for my Impel Down Croc lovers), implied age gap, Reader is an adult but age is not specified, violence, bad siblings, protective Crocodile, "falling for my father's enemy" teehee

You can read this on my AO3 here!

Word Count: ~2.7k

It happened years ago, they said. A man- more akin to a beast, if anything- tried to take over and kill the king. Your father, ever the gallant ruler, fought the giant beast and sentenced him to eternal imprisonment in the lowest cell of the castle dungeons. 

A part of you was thankful you were not there to witness such a sight. To see your beloved father have to fight what was perhaps the scariest enemy in a long time would’ve frightened you. Yet, another part of you was admittedly… curious. Your elder brothers always warned you against going to the dungeon. They always joked that the giant would eat you and your heart. 

“He towers over everyone… his shadow looms over everything,” the eldest would say. Your second brother chuckled along with him before hunching his back and cupping his left hand. 

“He’s got a big hook, too. If his ugly face sees ya, he sinks it into ya!” He swung his arm around like it was a hook and your third brother pretended to be scared. He grinned after his performance and slunk to you. 

“And, father says, with only his right hand, the giant takes away your life. He just,” your brother covered your face with his right hand and shook you while growling loudly. “Drains you until you’re a husk!” 

You shove your brother off of you and roll your eyes. 

“There’s no way anyone like that exists,” you huff and adjust your appearance. Your three older brothers laugh wildly, as if you had told the funniest joke in history. 

“Oh come on, you didn’t see him!” The third one says. “You were on a different island!” 

“I doubt you saw him, either,” you cross your arms. “You guys would be terrified if a man like that really existed.” 

“Are ya callin’ us liars?” The second one frowns and raises a brow. “Don’t make us throw you into the dungeon with ‘im!” 

“Maybe I am! Why would you go and try to make a joke out of a man that father had to battle like that?” 

“Ugh, there you go, again,” the first rolls his eyes. “Can’t even take a joke!” 

“I think all those books ruined yer brain, (Y/n),” the second chortles as he points at the book in your hand. 

“I think all the seawater melted yours,” you shoot back and hold your book tighter. 

“Well, I just hope you can fight if that beast breaks out one day!” The third one laughs. He takes his sword out of his holster and swings it with calculated precision. He sheaths his sword and you sigh. 

“We can hope he never does,” you reply. “Maybe you three will be courageous enough to actually look him in the eye.” 

“Those are fighting words! Ya think we can’t look him in the eye?” The second yells. 

“I don’t think so,” you taunt. “He probably doesn’t even look anything like what you just said.” 

“Fine. We’ll take ya down to see him and prove to you how dangerous he is. And when you cry, we won’t save you.” 

Seeing your brothers so adamant to prove themselves made your arrogance rise as well. Not to mention, that little voice in your head that was always, always wanting to see the man your father had cursed under his breath over and over since that day. In a sick, twisted way, you wanted to see the man that nearly brought your kingdom to ruin when you were away. 

“Fine. We can all go together and we’ll see just how tough you are from the ‘giant’.” 

Your brothers smirked and nodded. The eldest stepped forward and whispered. “At midnight. Be quiet. The guards and father are having a meeting tonight. Use the back staircase and we’ll all meet by the doors.” 

All four of you shook upon it and continued with your day. Your heart raced, your thoughts drifting to that beast locked away in the dungeons. 

A man who towered over everyone. A man with a hook. A scarred face. The power to take life away with only his right hand. 

You tried to imagine how this monster would look, but all images your mind conjured were hideous and unsightly. You shivered, yet the way your feet bounced with nearly every step gave away the excitement you secretly held inside. 

After pretending to fall asleep on your bed, you waited till the moon was at its highest and opened the door. You peered out the hallways, checking if the coast was clear before scurrying along to the rendezvous point with your brothers. Just as they had promised, the three of them were waiting for you with eager grins and smiles. 

“So you really did come?” The first chuckled. “Thought you would’ve hid away.” 

“I wasn’t going to,” you clicked your tongue. “I’m ready to see how you three will react to him, though.” 

“Please, that man’s got nothing on us,” the second dismissed. “Four against one, he’s done for.” 

“More like three against one,” the third snorted, nudging his head to you. 

“I don’t need to fight. None of us should need to, actually. We’re just taking a look, and then we’re leaving.” 

They glanced around before your second brother picked the lock to the cellar with a pin he had taken from your mother. They urged you inside and checked that none of you would be discovered. 

The dungeons were dark, mildewy, and worst of all, freezing. You shivered as you realized your nightclothes were a bit too light for this cold place. 

“Come on, hurry up,” your brothers whispered as they practically ran down the steps to the lowest dungeon level. You made an effort to catch up with them before you noticed how low the temperature was down here. Every time you and your brothers let out a breath, you could see the small amounts of steam cloud around you four. 

They lived in such conditions…? 

Your brothers quickly made their way to the farthest cell in the dungeon and laughed loudly. 

“There he is!” 

“Ahaha! My god, he’s hideous!” 

“Come on, give us a glance!” 

You gasped at what your brothers were saying. “Don’t say things like that! You know better than that.” 

As foolish as you were to come down here, you were not foolish enough to insult the beast. 

The third rolled his eyes. “Oh, quiet down will you?” 

“What are you, our mother?” The first glared. He began to bang on the bars. “Wake up, will you?” 

You made your way to the cell and noticed the looming shadow in the corner. His back was towards you and your brothers, barely clothed in the rags he wore. There were two large chains wrapped around his arms, preventing him from using them to escape and use the ferocious powers your brothers discussed. He was sitting, hunched over, yet, even in this position, you could tell how large and massive he was. He hardly moved or flinched at the noise your brothers made, making them more upset. 

“Come on! Give us something! Look us in the eye!” They hit the bars again, but the man stayed as still as a statue. 

This was the man who nearly ended your kingdom… 

You didn’t need to see his face, but through his behavior alone, you knew that despite him being in the cell, you and your brothers were his prey. 

“Cut it out, now,” you warned, the anxiety creeping in your voice. 

“What? Scared? Scared the ugly beast will eat ya?” The second brother called out. The third brother continued to make loud noise. 

“Come on, we got our little sibling here! Don’t you want to impress them, giant?” He yelled before he grabbed you and pushed you against the bars. You yelped in pain and from the cold metal pressing into your face and body. 

“Stop it! Let me go!” You screamed. 

“What happened to the beast who tried to end us? Huh? I thought you gave my father a good fight! So look at us!” The first glowered at the giant before he smirked at the ground.

“What are you doing? Stop that!” 

“Would you just shut your mouth?” The first leaned down to pick up a large rock and tossed it in his hand. Your other brothers chuckled darkly while you shook your head. 

“No… this wasn’t what we said we’d do! It was just to look!” 

“He can’t do anything to us. Look at him. He’s wasted away. Just watch,” the first says as he pulls his arm back before launching the rock at the giant. It hits him square in the back of his head and echoes as it patters to the ground. 

All is silent as you and your brothers stare. Yet, still, the giant does not move. 

“What a waste! He’s a dumb ogre! Can’t even look at us properly,” the second sighs. 

“Why would you do that?!” You shout at your brother. “Why would you throw that?” 

“You challenged us to see if we were scared. I think that beast is scared of us! He doesn’t even move!” 

Your brothers roared in laughter while you heard the rattling of the chains. Your eyes widened in horror as you noticed the man’s arms were beginning to move slowly. 

“G-guys. Let go. We need to go,” you beg. “Let me go.” 

You try and remove yourself from your brother’s grasp while they all laugh harder. 

“What? Scared? You’re even stupider than him!” They tease you. The third shoves your face harder into the bars. 

“Oh go on, you’re both stupid cowards! Go on! Why don’t you give him a little kiss? He might like that!” 

You struggle against your brother as you hear the chains clink. Your brothers laughter echoes in the dungeon until the third screams loudly in pain. 

You hardly have time to notice what is going on as you’re flipped around and see the third is on the floor, gripping his bleeding hand in pain while your other brothers are wide-eyed and trembling. Your back is now against the bars and you feel a cold metal against your throat. 

You’re shaking, afraid for your life as you glance down to see a gold hook pressed against your skin. 

Your other two brothers quickly unsheathe their swords and point it to the assailant, but their fear is evident by the way they can’t even hold their weapons properly. 

“The g-giant…” the first whispers, quaking in his boots. You know it’s a bad idea. Every part of you is screaming to not do so. Your mind races with warnings and against your better judgment… 

You lean back and try to glance up. You freeze as you look up to the giant’s sharp features. You can’t see much from this angle, but you can make out how tall he is. Your brothers’ descriptions of him didn’t do him justice, and you recognize how much more imposing his figure is. 

He presses his hook harder, pulling you further to him. He was careful not to use the pointed end of it to hurt you, but in your current state, you couldn’t care. 

A low grumble catches your attention as you realize it is the giant attempting to speak. 

“Do not touch them ever again,” his low voice threatens. Your brothers are even more shaken by the giant’s voice as they squeak and stumble backwards. 

“W-wait, don’t-” you cry, not wanting to be alone. Your brothers put away their weapons as they force themselves back up and run away, screaming bloody murder. Your heart sinks as you watch your brothers run off without you as their voices get quieter in this dark dungeon. The giant removes his hook from you, dropping you unceremoniously to the ground as you struggle to breathe. 

“Go,” is all he says, his shackles shaking as walks back to his corner. You don’t know what to think. 

“You’re not…?” You begin, unsure of what to say at all. Do you thank him? Apologize? Cry? Leave? You’re too stunned to know what to do next. 

“No. Just go. You shouldn’t be down here, anyways.” 

“Wait,” you call to him. “Why did you save me?” 

“Would you prefer I kill you?” He sharply replies. 

“No. I just… I didn’t expect that from you…” you mumble. He sighs. 

“You were foolish for coming down here. And you were even more foolish for allowing them to use you like bait.” 

“I didn’t think they would,” you admit pathetically. 

“Of course you didn’t. Life’s pretty easy up there, isn’t it, your highness?” He bitterly laughs. 

“Don’t patronize me. I just wanted to know why you would do such a thing.” 

“Telling you wouldn’t make a difference. Just let me rest and rot away the rest of my life in peace, would you?” 

You stop and nod, the adrenaline wearing off as you’re back to feeling the bitter cold on your skin. “Are you not freezing down here? You’re hardly wearing anything that could keep you warm.” 

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Prisoners aren’t afforded that luxury, your highness. We stay in the cold and in this silence to pay for our crimes.” 

The logic was understandable, but you felt a pang of guilt in your heart. 

“I haven’t thanked you for saving me and stopping my brothers, yet,” you start, fumbling through the ideas in your head. “Thank you. As a show of my appreciation, I’ll bring you something to keep you warm.” 

He stood still, as if considering your words. “You would do something like that for me?” 

“Yes. I will do so. I’ll bring it down for you as soon as I can,” you assure him, feeling resolute in your decision. Criminal he may be, but royalty you were. Even the worst subjects required kindness and repayment for their actions. 

He turned his body around, and you managed to see his face fully under the dim light of the lantern. His face was sharp, chiseled, and scarred. The scar ran across his face over his nose, and the stitches on it looked brutal. The dark circles and bags under his eyes were prominent, like the strands of hair that were falling and framing his face. It was clear he tried to slick it back, but given his situation, he couldn’t do much with it in this grimy cell. 

You gasped at his appearance, taken aback by how strangely beautiful you found him. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. 

“Don’t worry, I get that a lot,” he smoothly teased. “Do I look like the monster you thought I was?” 

“No,” you earnestly respond, surprising him, somewhat. 

“Oh? Why is that?” Unlike your brothers, who cowered away in fear, you looked directly into his dark eyes with a firm resolve. 

“You look just like a man…” you reply. His eyes flicker with light for a brief moment, before they return to the dull color they were a moment ago. 

“Monsters can look like men, your highness. You should know better than that.” 

“Yet you did not kill me when you had a chance. Would a monster spare me?” 

“I guess not,” Crocodile sighed. “Perhaps I’ve gotten soft while being locked away for so long.” 

“I can only hope. But I promise, I will bring you the gift soon.” 

“Hm, don’t take too long, your highness. It gets terribly cold down here,” he replied in a drab voice. He turned himself around and faced the stone walls. “I don’t have anything else to say to you tonight.” 

You were taken aback by his abrupt statement but chose not argue further. He had done you a massive favor, and you too would probably feel the same way if locked away here for so long. 

“Thank you again,” you said to him before you pulled yourself up and dusted the dirt off your nightclothes. You glanced back at him, but the man was back to staying silent and not moving. 

What a dreary life that must be…

[kawaiigirly21]

Gem of Olympus 6

"Wait, say that again. I'm afraid I didn't hear you correctly. You…want…her…back?” Apollo stared at his brother as he sat across from him in the large garden. “Yes Apollo! I want her back! I-i miss her. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can barely look at Aphrodite without wishing she was… Natasha… I still love her. I don't think I ever stopped…” Ares put his head in his hands. This was one of the very first times he displayed his true emotions in front of anyone besides the goddess he was previously married to.

Apollo sighed as he took his eyes away from his brother to look at his wine glass. “Look Ares, I'm sure your feelings are genuine but do you know how much you hurt her? She unraveled because of you. Her confidence became undone. And so did her clothing. She went around starting affairs to compensate for what you did to her. She never once doubted her beauty until you planted those seeds of deceit and pain. She simply did all those things to feel beautiful again. To regain some semblance of power. Control.”

Ares could do nothing but simply listen to his brother as he spoke words of truth to him. His ears now finally opened and his mind cleared to truly understand what he had done. “I don't doubt your love for her, Ares. In fact when you two first started courting, I had never seen you so happy. But she's no longer yours. And if you want her back. If you want to be her husband once more, you have a lot to work on.” Apollo then stood from his chair and walked past his sulking brother.

“Now if you'll excuse me, I do have to get going. I do believe I hear mortals praying for me to heal their sick. Till tonight brother.” Ares simply waved his brother off and made his way out of the garden. He knew Apollo was telling the truth. He had much to work on. Such as getting rid of Aphrodite. Elsewhere on Olympus, Poseidon and Hera were planning his proposal. As Hera was the goddess of marriage, she jumped at the opportunity to help her brother wed Natasha.

“She did say she liked Dolphins right? Or was it tiger sharks… this is stressing me out…” Poseidon sighed as his eyes scanned the parchment in front of him. “It was indeed tiger sharks. Please don't let this bother you. It's just a proposal. It's not the wedding… yet.” Poseidon nodded before grabbing a pen. “I just want this to be perfect… I love her Hera… I truly do..” Hera smiled warmly. “I know you do. I can tell. Now back to the planning, you want to do this when?” Poseidon quickly answered. “The day after tomorrow! I don't want to wait any longer!”

While the two continued their planning, Hades, Persephone and Natasha were playing with Cerberus. “Come on boy! Come on! Go get it!!” Natasha smiled brightly as she watched the three headed dog run off to fetch the log she threw. “It's hard to believe he used to be so small you could hold him in one hand. Now look at him.” Persephone put a loving hand on her niece's shoulder as she led her to their usual table. “We have much to discuss my dear.” Hades spoke as he took a seat besides her.

Natasha knew exactly what it was they were about to discuss and smiled as the gossip flew. “Then she claimed she didn't know I was there. Can you believe that?” Natasha sipped her tea as she listened closely to her uncle's story. “Ugh unbelievable!” She added. “I personally wouldn't have tolerated such disrespect!” Persephone said. Once every month, Natasha traveled to the underworld for 3 days to spend time with her aunt and uncle. Most of the time, it was tea, cakes and all the gossip they could stand.

Other times....“Ah! Oh! There! There! Mm!!” Hades growled in Natasha's ear as he took her from behind. “Put that mouth to good use, darling.” Persephone purred as she led Natasha's head to her pussy. “Ah~ good girl~ mm~” Hades smirked as he pushed himself deeper into Natasha's weeping cunt. “Agh shit!! So tight you are little one! Fuck!!” Persephone smiled as she pet Natasha’s head. “Oh fuuuuck~ You’re too good at this~”

Later that day, Natasha laid in her bed reminiscing about her past affairs and her previous lovers while petting her lion. “Hmmm Hercules gave you to me. You big ball of fluff.” The nemean lion simply yawned while snuggling close to her. “Not much to say on that. You’re so spoiled.” As Natasha looked up at her ceiling, she heard a soft yet firm knock at her door. “It's open.” Fully expecting to see Hermes, considering his knocks were the only kind that sounded that way, the goddess’ eyes widened when the man in her chambers was not in fact Hermes but Ares.

“Do you have a minute?” He asked with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Um…sure. What is it?” Natasha moved from her lying position to sitting up with Leo, her lion, moving to place his head on her lap and continue his nap. “I um..here. These are for you. They’re your favorite right?” Ares asked as he pulled a bouquet of belladonnas from behind him. “Yes they are. I didn’t know you knew. Place them on my night table. I’ll vase them once Leo moves his large head.” The war god nodded as he placed the flowers down and stood in front of Natasha awkwardly.

“You may sit Ares. I’m not forcing you to stand.” As the god found a chair to sit in, Natasha watched confused. Why was he so awkward and nervous? He wasn’t even like that when they first started courting. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other night…and for …everything…” This threw Natasha for a major fucking loop. Ares? Apologizing?! Since when!? “Oh well…You’re forgiven…at what cost though?” Natasha eyed her Ex husband suspiciously. “What do you mean? Can I not apologize without having an ulterior motive?”

Natasha immediately shook her head and stroked Leo’s mane while he purred loudly. “No. Not from what I've seen.” Ares sighed as his head hung low. “I beg for your forgiveness. Not for the benefit of myself, but for my love for you…” Natasha’s eye twitched as she watched in disbelief.

"Your love for me? When did you ever have love for me?! You cannot just come in here Ares and expect me to embrace you with open arms! After what you did to me?! You’re grateful that I even accepted your flowers and allowed you into my chambers! You want my forgiveness?! Work for it! Now…If you'll excuse me, I must get ready for bed. Goodnight.” Ares left the room tight lipped and humiliated. It wasn’t as if he expected her to take him back right away but he definitely wasn’t expecting that reaction either.

As the war god moved to make his way to his own room, He stopped in his tracks when his ears caught the condescending chuckle of his uncle. “Didn’t go as you planned, did it?” Poseidon asked as he appeared from his place behind a pillar. “How long were you there?” Ares asked as his eyes squinted. “Long enough to know I have more of a chance than I once thought.” Ares stepped to his uncle with an angered expression on his face. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” Poseidon simply smirked as he walked past his nephew.

“Exactly what you think nephew. You had your chance. Now let me show you how a real man charms a woman.” Watching in irritation, Ares’ eyes widened as Poseidon not only knocked on Natasha’s door with a much firmer sound that just screamed authority and confidence but that it looked as if Natasha scrambled to open the door and immediately let the king of the seas in. while she was dressed in her finest nightgown as well. Before the door closed, Poseidon sent an all knowing smirk Ares’ way. It became all so clear then. This was war. And Ares was determined not to lose.

[hungharrington]

Could you write some smut of Steve with a girl who’s insecure about her thick thighs and he’s like obsessed with them

thank u for the request honey! hope this is okay <3 1.3k. warnings: afab!reader, steve eating r out, fingering, r is very critical of her own body image so beware!) remember babies, every body is a good body <3 ur all hot as fuck

By the time Steve’s kisses reach your stomach, you’re beginning to squirm.

Not for the reason’s one might hope for though.

Somehow, Steve notices as well — which is a surprise considering you’re focused entirely on trying not to show this part of you, literally and figuratively. Maybe you should be endeared that he’s so keyed onto you that he can tell the moment a concern worms into your head. It’s all love, after all.

“Uh oh,” Steve says, mouth still hovering just above your belly. He presses one more quick kiss and moves up a bit more so he can see your face clearer. His own brows knit together as he says, “You got that little wrinkle between your brows—”

He pokes between your eyebrows with his finger lightly and you realise he’s right, your face smoothing as you try to school it. Too late.

“Something’s wrong.” He states obviously. His next words are softer, kinder. “You not in the mood anymore?”

You’re shaking your head before he’s even finished his sentence, sitting up a bit straighter. “No, no, it’s not that.”

Steve relaxes a bit at you words, more of his weight resting back on the cradle of your hips. You can feel the hairs of his happy trail press against your tummy, the bend of his arms pressed against your sides. He ducks his head low and plants another kiss to your ribcage.

“Mm, what is it then?” He hums lowly. Another kiss, his bottom lip scraping as he drags his mouth along your skin lovingly. They drop from his mouth easily, one after the other, leaving a mess of wet kisses across your midriff.

You sigh softly, desire churning up inside your belly, fiery hot. Steve trails down, hands slipping to pinch at the edges of your panties and he begins working them down. You let him, breathes turning to pants as Steve’s kisses turn a little meaner. He nips and nibbles as he travels down.

Pulling back for a moment, Steve grins as you kick out your ankle and send your panties flying— his hands settling back on your knees and gliding down to hold your thighs tenderly. You can’t help it— you squirm again.

“There!” Steve says, about to lean back down to kiss you but pausing when he notices it again. “What are you- why’re squirming, honey?”

And oh, he’s figured you out completely.

You fight the urge to pout and find it hard to meet Steve’s brown eyes when he’s doing that goddamn sweet look that makes you want to tell him everything. It’s stupid. It’s stupid.

Steve tries to give you a comforting squeeze but he doesn’t seem to realise he’s squeezing the very problem; your thighs. You squirm again.

“C’mon, what is—”

“I just don’t… like my thighs that much.” You admit, swallowing back your embarrassment. You stare at the ceiling, a little annoyed that you’ve interrupted sex so you can talk about this. “And when you touch them too much… it just draws attention to them and— ugh! Can we not talk about this right now?”

Your try to press your thighs closed, feeling too exposed, but Steve doesn’t let you. His hands are gentle but firm and you look back down at him, wilting a bit at his sad and confused expression.

“What’s wrong with your thighs?” Steve asks earnestly. He sounds genuinely a bit devastated.

“Steve.”

“No, I wanna know.” He insists, hands still on your thighs, fingers pressing in. “What’s wrong with your thighs?”

You feel like you might cry — in frustration, in your own freakin’ self pity. Your voice is a weak whisper when you say, “Steve, they’re huge.”

Your eyes crush close so you don’t have to see Steve’s face, sighing to yourself and the ugly emotion wrestling with your chest. You wait for the touch on your thighs to retreat but… it doesn’t.

“And?” Steve says finally. He seems to remember his hands, fingers moving deftly to start massaging the flesh of your thighs. All the moves of a well-learned lover, devoted.

“And you don’t think that I love that?”

He bends and peppers kisses along the inside of your thigh, slow and purposeful. You can’t help how you squirm under the touch but this time Steve is expecting it. He doesn’t let up, just switches to the other thigh and murmurs against your skin, “You think that I don’t love that there’s more of you I can love on?”

You feel like, maybe, you want to cry again for a whole ‘nother reason this time. He’s so fucking nice to you.

Steve’s kisses grow more fervent, his teeth nipping at the skin — his hands slide down to your hips, grabbing at the doughy flesh appreciatively.

“Can’t believe,” he murmurs between his kisses. “You don’t think I love these— that these aren’t one of my favorite things about you.”

His kisses are so far down your inner thighs, it sets your arousal spiking high, you’re slick just inches from his hungry mouth. This time when your say his name, it’s in a whiny keen.

“Steve.”

“I got you, honey,” He assures you, his fingers gliding along the softness of your inner thighs, finding the well of slick building at your entrance. He teases at it, fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.

His kisses resume where you thigh meets your hip, easing his finger into your cunt and this time, when you start to squirm and write, it’s because of the blazing lust that aches deep in your gut. You can’t help but moan.

“Shhh, I got you.” Steve whispers, his finger fucking slowly in and slowly out. Every movement is paired with a dozen kisses along your thighs, dropping little reminders of his love. Your heart blazes nearly as hot as your cunt, especially as Steve’s murmurs continue. “Yeah, that’s it, I got you, sweet girl.”

You mewl pitifully at his words, torn between the urge to squirm at how he grips your thighs again, fingers spread wide and grip hungry — but it’s devoured up instantly when he leans down and puts his mouth on you.

His tongue is warm, poking around your clit almost experimentally. He hums, a deep nearly growling noise of content, and dives in. His lips wrap around your clit and he flicks his tongue expertly, in time with his finger pumping in and out of you, making your back arch and another whimper of his name leave your mouth.

“Steve, fuck— Steve,” you pant. One of your hand begs to be holding his but he’s too enraptured by doting on you and your particular insecurity.

Steve pulls off, reaching his thumb up to roll your clit beneath it tantalising well. He nuzzles into your v-line adoringly, planting even more kisses. “My pretty girl, mmm,” He says, voice raspy. “So good, letting me make her feel good, yeah? Letting me love on her thighs.”

You nod without thinking, just agreeing with whatever comes out his mouth. You’re getting warmer and warmer, wound tighter and tighter. This time when you go searching for his hand across the sheets, Steve spots it right away and his free hand lurches out to intertwine with yours. He gives it a quick squeeze.

“You squeeze real hard to tell me how good m’doing, okay?” He says, not really asking — because then his mouth is back on your clit, his finger in your cunt joined by another and moving with renewed vigour. A moan warbles out your throat, hips rolling in your pleasure as he plays with your body in that perfect way only he seems to know. Pleasure mounts, close to blooming. Your thighs start to tremble.

Your hold his hand is so tight, you must leave indent marks, half moons on his skin — and you don’t let up the whole entire time. Testament to how good he is, at loving you and making you feel good.

[syoddeye]

from: housekeeper anon

I can't believe we were both thinking of mean edging from price at the same time. ugh great minds and what not.

kind of frothing at the mouth at price being all "babies need loving parents" (can you imagine how absolutely feral he would be if reader actually said she loved him unprompted?? like "ily" slips out on accident then suddenly she's bent over the nearest surface djsksk)

anywaysssss love you love you love you aghhh

hi friend. sorry for the delay! yeah, no, i can imagine reader slipping up and murmuring i love you as a more of an offhand remark than an actual declaration. i took this in a direction that may not be for you. my bad. 560ish words.

tags: noncon, period sex, graphic descriptions of period related pain, blood

it's a complete accident. a polite nothing she murmurs after emptying a shopping bag full of last-minute necessities. between john's ritualistic, rough fucking he insists on at least twice daily and scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees, the brutal onset of cramps from her period could not have worse timing.

pain radiates down her thighs to her knees as if splintering her patellae. eating through the cartilage, then licking up her femurs for good measure. the kind of pain where she wishes to take a melon baller to her own organs and scoop.

(she explained it to john in as disgusting terms as possible, begging him for supplies this time around. for him to just lock her in the closet and run out to grab whatever was on hand at the nearest store. to her shock, he did. all that scrubbing must've softened him up.)

it's a courtesy, recited without thinking when he brings back chocolate, painkillers, a heating pad, tampons, pads—a tired, anguished i love you grumbled while holding her stomach, uttered in one of her weakest moments.

she doesn't realize what she's done until he bullies her into the kitchen corner, breath hot on her face when he tells her to say it again. he's made her say it before, but she's never said it unless under duress. universes start and end in the three seconds she does the math and forces herself to repeat it.

it's a miracle he lets her out of the kitchen unfucked.

john sends her to wash up. tells her to take her time—something he never allows. in the shower, she hears him traveling the hall several times over. hurried, thunking footsteps wearing a path from the kitchen to the bedroom. the paracetamol and shower help ease the pain, but all she can think of is what awaits. of her mistake.

he pops into the bathroom once. makes a show of grabbing towels.

her knees nearly fail. of course. of course, he wants to fuck after accidentally saying i love you. period be damned.

she doesn't get out until she's pruney, but wrinkled fingertips don't deter john. neither does the watery blood he finds between her legs. not the man who kills people for a living.

say it again, he asks, in a voice she thinks might be as soft as he manage. c'mon, sweetheart. he grits out, feeding his cock into her cunt. mesmerized by the extra warmth and color. she relents, hoping it'll speed things along.

it's disgustingly loud and sensitive, and she's apoplectic when she comes twice on his cock. his fingers are slippery over her clit, sticky and tacky. his body weight heavy as it presses down on her, grinding. he hisses in her ear, say it. tell me, c'mon, fuckin' say it.

her ears ring from the guttural groan those three stupid words unleash. if she comes a third time, she scarcely feels it, disassociating while he's distracted.

she comes back to her body as it's being kissed and stroked. her husband's soft, soaked in gore, resting on her hip as he half-spoons her. he whispers. little susurrations. knew you'd say it f'me. love you so much, sweetheart.

the worst part, she realizes when he rises to tenderly clean her, cooing and chuckling at the murder scene between her legs, is that her cramps are gone.

[steodraws]

Stacy's Sister💥

bada x fem reader

disclaimers: suggestive, curses, smoking, lowkey age gap.

a/n: this is for fun purposes only, i don't mean to defame or disrespect bada & her personality. enjoy ✨️

Summary: Agreeing to hang out at Stacy's place got you all excited. The minute you lock eyes with her sister, Bada Lee, who you've seen a couple of times before, your legs go weak, like you might just crumble in front of her. You've got this major crush on Bada, and honestly, she seem to find you quite cute.

based on mad tsai's song:

WC: 1.2K

The sun dipped low in the sky as you stepped into Stacy's welcoming home, you just came back from uni and now it's finally time to get some rest. She welcomed you warmly, leading the way through the cozy living room.

As you rounded a corner, there she was – Bada Lee.

Leaning against the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, Bada held a cigarette between her fingers, the smoke curling upward as she exhaled, creating a hazy atmosphere; her street pants were slightly pulled down, revealing a glimpse of her Calvin Klein underwear. She sported an oversized button-down shirt over a stylish black cropped top, and her hair was artfully arranged in a tousled fashion.

Stacy's older sister exuded a somewhat distant expression, giving off an intimidating aura. Yet, there was something undeniably attractive about her presence.

Her gaze at you traveled from top to bottom, and she slyly nibbled on her lower lip.

"Bada! I told you not to smoke inside home!" Stacy sighed, looking at her own sister.

"Tsk... don't be annoying," Bada complains as she stubs out her cigarette and lets it go. "Happy?"

"Nope, the smoke smell is still here. Oh Lord," Stacy remarks, shifting her attention to you. "Don't mind my sister; she's always like that." However, your focus stays so fixed on Bada that you almost doesn't hear.

"Erm... it's fine; my brother's just the same," you reply, offering a sheepish smile, now avoiding eye contact with Bada.

"Hey, I'm hungry. Go grab something to eat," the tall girl asserts, looking at her sister.

"Not today! You can go if you're starving that much. I don't know what your lazy ass wants."

"The usual. Go on, brat."

"You're sounding more bothersome than usual..." Stacy grumbles and takes my hand. "Come with me? I'll show you our neighborhood!" she invites, with a smile.

Suddenly, i feel another person holding my arm, preventing me from taking any step.

"She stays. Go on," it was Bada, saying with an imperative and impatient tone.

"Ugh, the hell?! Can't i even hang out with my friend? If you mess with her, i'll kill you, Bada."

"I'll take good care of her. Now go, go," she says, giving a slight grin, while waving for Stacy to leave.

While Stacy reluctantly steps out to grab some food, Bada maintains her grip on your arm, her touch exuding possessiveness and warmth.

"Such a stubborn," she comments, her gaze intense.

Feeling unsure of how to respond, you softly ask, "Hey, can you let go of my arm...?"

Bada seems to catch onto your hesitation and, with a slight smile, she releases your arm, the touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "If that's what you want."

The girl smoothly slides her fingers to snag a cigarette from her pocket, taking and lighting it. Again, the bitter smell permeates the air.

"Can't you smoke somewhere else...?" you mention as soon as you smell the sour aroma, trying to keep your cool and not show nervousness.

Bada edges a bit closer, staring, "No" she replies, before exhaling a puff of smoke toward your face. "Bothered?" Her gaze remains fixed, teasing your unease, which, no matter how hard you try to conceal, she could sense from afar.

You immediately cough as the smoke aggressively wafts through your nose. "Don't you think trying so hard to seem like a 'bad girl' might be a bit cliché?"

Bada lets out a brief laugh, but the intensity of her gaze doesn't waver. As you take a step back, she inches forward, nudging you against the wall with a subtle firmness. In a swift motion, the cigarette falls, but the smoke mingles with the tension-laden air between you two.

"What do you think you know about me?" she murmurs, her voice now a whisper echoing in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine.

Faced with silence, Bada lightly trails her finger along your chin, lifting it slightly to meet your gaze. "Cat got your tongue?" She chuckles, keeping her eyes on you.

Avoiding eye contact once again, you look around, regretting ever opening your mouth.

"Look at me."

With no response, you continue to glance around, avoiding looking directly at Bada.

"I told you to look." She holds your chin with even more firmness, making you inevitably meet her gaze. "Good girl."

As the tension lingers in the air, Bada's playful smirk remains. The lingering touch on your chin keeps you rooted, now lowering a bit down to a tight grip on your waist.

"You know, i've seen you checking me out a few times. Not that i mind," she adds, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

Your cheeks flush, and you stammer, "I- I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me," she says, bringing her face closer to yours. You can feel your heart skip a beat as she places her hand on your nape, gently caressing, teasing you once again.

"Tell me how much you want me," Bada says, still caressing you.

You gaze at her lips and into her eyes, desiring them more than anything, but struggling to articulate just how much.

"If you don't say, i'll stop," she warns, abruptly ceasing to caress the back of your neck and pulling away.

"Wait!" You pull her close again, and now your faces are mere inches apart. "Don't. I really... want you."

"Now, wasn't that easy?" she teases, her eyes locked onto yours.

The room feels smaller, the air heavier with anticipation. Bada takes a step even forward, your lips are on the verge of touching. The once gentle caress on the back of your neck turns into a firm and dominative grip.

Bada closes the remaining distance, her lips finally meeting yours in an intense kiss. Her movements are deliberate, each press of her lips demanding and commanding. The intensity amplifies as her lips part slightly, with hunger.

After a breathless moment, she eases the firm grip on you, allowing a brief respite to catch your breath. The air is thick with tension, and you both stand there, eyes locked.

"Fuck, you taste good" she says while biting her lips, now moving toward your neck, nibbling it, leaving a trail of small wet kisses. "I don't think just a kiss will do."

The room was filled with the heat coming between the two of you. Bada slides her arms around you, lifting you off the ground with surprising ease, guiding you towards the nearby couch, and, carefully, presses you against it, positioning herself on top of you.

It feels like your body is burning, you let out a small moan as her fingers trace a path along your skin. As she notices it, her grin widens even more, in a mischevious expression.

She unbuttons her shirt slightly, revealing only the black crop top she was wearing. She looks at you, expecting you to do the same with your clothes, and you comply.

"So pretty... so fucking ready for me," she gazes at you entirely and pulls you into another kiss, your bodies pressed against each other. Things were about to heat up from there.

a/n: and now we go for a time skip HAHA. use your imagination i guess ✨️

"I'm back!" Stacy announces, taking off her shoes as she enters home, looking for you and Bada. "Your food is here, come get it!" She shouts, still waiting for her older sister to respond and leaves what she bought on the table.

You were in Bada's room, glancing at her one last time, your breath heavy, and you close your eyes from exhaustion. Bada wraps her arms around you and yells in response to her sister:

"Forget it. I'm not hungry anymore."

and we're done! try to stop me from writing smoker bada and fail miserably LMAO. tysm for reading until here~ it's my first "spicy" (?😭) fic so i'd appreciate any feedback!!! i hope you enjoyed it. 💥

[icallhimjoey]

Lost & Found

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader    

Summary: You take a little break, a week away to somewhere warm to relax and calm your senses. So does Joe – same flight, same hotel, same travel plans and, worst of all, same suitcase. What was meant to be a lovely trip to the sun starts off on the wrong foot when you find expensive designer outfits belonging to a man in what you thought was your suitcase.    

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, lots of swearing, we get a little spicy but nothing too bad, 18+ just in case though!    

Author’s note: um little warning, my current state of being is starting to mirror this fic in all the worst ways, so apologies bc this isnt doing my writing any favours (little unfair how it's only the bad things like the lack of sleep and the stress and the hangovers and not the, you know, joe of it all, but, whatever i guess) hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

So, um... let’s go over this again…

You were in Joe’s hotel room. In his bed. Coffee in hand. He was no longer holding you, wasn't even in the room now, but he had held you. For long. When you were all sweaty and gross, and your heart was beating out of your chest in the dark. He had held you until your breathing turned normal and then he’d very softly moved aside and it was sort of... perfect. Did exactly what it needed to do.

It wasn’t ideal to have someone witness what you were like when a nightmare set your skin on fire and made your blood run cold, but it was nice to not have to deal with it yourself for once. Had you been alone, you’d have gotten up and out of bed. Gone for a shower, maybe. Would’ve gone to sit out on the balcony to watch the sunrise.

This time, it had gone different.

Better.

You'd managed to go back to sleep and get a couple more hours in.

Something unheard of.

Everything was different and better, because Joe had invited you into his hotel room even though you didn’t even really know why you’d walked inside.

Joe did know.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You were stood in the middle of the room as Joe locked the door behind you.

You shook your head.

“I can never sleep.”

Joe's shit was everywhere. Just, all over.

Why were you in his room?

“Insomnia?” Joe asked as he walked around you, grabbed you by the biceps to move you out of the way as he got back to what was obviously his side of the bed, crumpled covers, pillow dented.

“I guess? I don’t know, just... stress, I think.”

“You didn’t have trouble falling asleep earlier,” Joe said all casual, like it was normal to have this conversation in the middle of the night in his room as he climbed back into bed.

He nodded his head to the empty spot next to him and beckoned you with an arm.

What were you doing here?

“You came back for another massage?”

“I came to bring over your jacket.”

“At... at one in the morning.” Joe pointedly said, eyebrows raised up high on his forehead and a smug little smile playing at his lips.

You carefully sat down on Joe’s bed near the end, folded your legs and pretended not to want to get under the covers with him. Joe sat up against the headboard and leant his head back. Tired. Clearly very tired.

“It’s not one in the morning.”

It wasn’t. It had just gone midnight.

“But I wouldn’t mind another massage,” you shrugged as you said it, feigned innocence as you touched a shoulder. “You know, it still hurts a little...”

What were you doing?

Joe didn't move and looked you over all slow, took a moment to think of what to do next.

“Did you eat?”

Ugh, you didn’t need that. Didn’t need him to fret over you not taking care of yourself. He wasn’t your mum.

You were also strangers, still. Let's not forget.

Yes, you were on his bed, and had worn nearly all of his clothes, and he’d sat outside of your bathroom as you showered, and then he’d massaged you to sleep after, but... you were strangers still.

“I didn’t see you downstairs,” Joe clarified after you rolled your eyes. “Or am I wrong to assume you’ve also got a table booked downstairs for the whole week?”

Oh.

Yea, you did.

“I do, but tonight I got room service.”

Why were you there?

“Did you drink?”

“If you count the overpriced corona from the minibar, yes, I had one drink.”

You didn’t know why he was asking the questions he was asking, but it seemed like he was considering something and needed to know. Needed to know all these little bits of information before deciding.

Deciding what?

To get his hands on you?

The silence lingered a bit too long and Joe kept looking at you with his head leant back against the headboard, all half-lidded eyes, mouth in a weirdly charming half-smirk that made you grow self-conscious at a steady incline.

“Sorry, I’ll… maybe I shouldn’t have come, you've got– I gave you the jacket back, I’ll just–” you went get up off the bed, already had one foot touching the carpet, but then Joe leant forward and grabbed what he could.

“No, don’t,” he got you by the wrist.

Don’t what? Get up? Leave? Be awkward?

Well, too late.

You were being awkward as fuck.

You hadn’t walked into Joe’s bedroom to have sex with him. The attention was nice, and you did want him to touch you more. To use his hands. Make your skin tingle underneath his fingers.

“No, don’t,” Joe had said, and you took a second to look at where Joe's fingers wrapped around your wrist. You frowned as you sharply inhaled and answered,

“I don’t... I mean– sorry, I’m not...” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Joe scanned your features, then nodded in understanding and said, “Okay,” before moving the covers aside for you to get into bed next to him.

Was all you needed.

“So, stress, huh?” Joe held up covers with two hands and helped as you crawled in.

Were you just... going to sleep? With Joe? In his bed?

Who were you?

“Just, work, you know how it is,” you slid under the covers and were surprised by the warmth you found there. Instant comfort.

Joe moved over to turn off the light and chuckled as he said, “I thought I did, but... I don’t think I do,”

“I’m fine!”

So defensive.

“Clearly.”

Sarcasm.

“I am!”

“Stop biting at your fingers,”

Caught red handed.

Shit.

“Sorry,”

“Don’t apologise,”

“Okay sorry,”

You both huffed breaths through your noses in laughter before silence took over the room.

You were in Joe’s bed, and you weren’t exactly sure why you were in Joe’s bed. But here you were. In Joe’s hotel room and somehow, it was million times better than being in your own hotel room.

It was silent for a second and you weren’t touching each other, but you were close enough to feel Joe’s body heat radiate, that side of your body tangibly warmer.

My God.

You realised you had so much to update your friend on.

How were you ever going to explain what the fuck this day had been - this whole trip had been, so far?

It had all been weird naps followed by weird experiences with Joe followed by weird naps followed by weird experiences with Joe.

What a trip.

“Did you... did you just come over to come stare at this ceiling instead of yours?” Joe whispered after a while.

“I came over to return your jacket,”

You did. You had returned the jacket, hadn’t you?

“Here,” Joe said, and gave you his wrist. He used his fingers to place yours on his pulse point and you felt how his fingertips found yours.

“Feel that?”

His heartbeat. Warm skin. Soft skin. He made you feel his heartbeat as he monitored yours in tandem.

Oh, Jesus. This was intimate.

“Focus on that.”

And so you did. It was steady. Slow. If you didn’t focus on it, you stopped feeling it, would lose it altogether, so you kind of had to pay close attention.

As if on autopilot, your breathing grew just as steady and you couldn't fucking believe it when you realised your eyes were closed. You didn't remember closing them.

You were in Joe's bed, and you were touching hands and wrists, and listened to each other breathe, and felt each other's heartbeat.

You knocked out in no time.

But different surroundings and no alcohol in your blood made your brain do silly things, didn't it?

You dreamed of intruders that you could hear and feel but couldn’t see.

Strange people in your house that were there to harm, who made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as their voices whispered in the wind, and you could sense they were there, you knew they were there, but where could you hide?

You couldn't fucking see anything.

You were alone and it was dark and there was real danger so close to you and everything inside you said run! Hide! Get the fucking fuck away, you dumb bitch!

A touch to your shoulder woke you up in a panic. Sweaty. Panting. Choking on hyperventilating breaths.

And it was dark. And, shut the fuck up, who was shouting?!

Fuck, why couldn’t you see anything?!

“It’s me, it’s me, it’s just me, it’s me,”

Joe had latched onto your back, wrapped arms around and held you tightly. Squeezed the panic right out of you. Whispered right into your ear, soothing shushes followed by reassuring words of being safe, and it was just nightmares, was just thoughts in your mind, and it was just him.

It was just him.

But it didn’t help.

Joe was a stranger and why the fuck were you in his bed again?

Yea, it was just nightmares. Just hallucinations the night plagued you with on the reg. You knew and understood in your mind that you were fine. That you were safe.

But fear didn’t just leave your body so easily.

Fear had a way of grabbing onto you with long fingernails that dug into your flesh and squeezed you until you had to remind your lungs of how to ask for oxygen again.

Breathe.

“Hey, hey, you’re fine, you’re okay, shhh, take deep breaths,”

Easier said than done, you thought.

Joe found your wrist again when your breathing didn’t steady quick enough, and helped you locate his pulse with your thumb.

“You’re fine, you’re fine, shhh, feel my pulse? Match it. Match your breathing, you’re fine. It’s just me. Relax your shoulders, you’re okay.”

And it was so stupid.

So silly.

It fucking worked.

Something about feeling a heartbeat that wasn’t practically vibrating helped.

Helped a lot.

It took a little while for you to fully relax again. To catch your breath. To even consider going back to sleep. Had you been alone, you’d have gotten out of bed to pace the room a second. To have a sip of water and to maybe scroll TikTok for...um, yea, for hours, you couldn't lie.

God.

How fucking embarrassing.

Maybe this was the time to get up and go back to your own room. Coop up inside there for the rest of the trip. Avoid Joe at all costs.

Or, maybe not.

Joe was still hugging and squeezing, had an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and, yea, you felt gross. Damp. Hot and sweaty and sticky and absolutely disgusting.

But you also felt protected. Cared for. All safe and shit.

“Don’t apologise,” Joe suddenly whispered and wasn't that exactly right. You absolutely were about to tell him you were sorry. Sorry for waking him. Sorry for being all wet. Sorry for being there to begin with.

But you were just told to not do that, and so instead brought a finger up to your mouth to bite at the skin there.

“Go back to sleep,”

You felt Joe press his forehead to the back of your neck. Felt how he rubbed his skin against yours like a cat would.

“Can’t, I never can,” you croaked, voice in pain for whatever reason, slightly muffled from the fingers at your mouth.

“Try,” Joe said sleepily as he used the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist to save your other one from being bit at without looking. Brought your hand down to your stomach where he held it in place.

And, fine.

You could try.

You always tried and it never worked, but Joe was holding you with heavy limbs and trying felt like the easiest favour you could do for him right now.

Joe held you for long.

Joe held you until he detected no more tension in your body.

Joe had eased off when he knew for sure you'd fallen asleep again, surprised that it had even worked, happy to have been of help, and gentlemanly enough to then give you space.

Because... what the fuck was he even doing?

Giving a girl his clothes to wear. Making sure she was okay after a miscalculation in energy management. Leaving his jacket after he'd massaged her to sleep in her hotel room. Inviting her in when she knocked on his door in the middle of the night...

What was he even doing?

Yea, what was he doing was the right question.

Made him reflect for a moment in the quiet dark of the early morning, pretty girl next to him now calm and asleep again.

What was he doing.

Helping.

Helping, he decided.

He was just helping. That was all.

Like he helped by not making a huge deal of meeting you in one of his literal outfits. Like he helped by lending you another jacket upstairs at the bar. Like he helped when you'd fainted and you needed to get out of the sun and into the shade.

Getting you upstairs.

Listening as you showered.

Kneading your knotted muscles.

He was just helping.

That was all.

And then Joe helped more when he woke up a little later and made two coffees.

Joe helped more when he slid out onto his balcony for a cigarette, and stayed out there to give you time and space to wake up slowly by yourself without another person in the room.

And Joe helped even more when you peeked your head around the sliding glass door and smiled a squinty smile at him, coffee cup in hand, and he greeted, “Good morning.”.

“Thanks,” was all you said, raising and moving the cup around enough to show Joe that it was empty.

You meant for the coffee. Thanks for the coffee. But also, um, for all the other things.

“You’re welcome,” Joe replied, gave a squinty smile in return.

He meant for the coffee. You’re welcome for the coffee. But also, for all of the other things too.

You awkwardly pointed a thumb over your shoulder, stammered through reasons of why you should be getting back to your own hotel room, to shower, to go have breakfast, to get out of his hair. Before you disappeared back inside, Joe asked, “Have you been down there yet?” and looked out towards where the sand met the still ocean, sun reflecting on the barely-there waves.

You hadn’t.

“Up for a beach day?”

And just like that, the unspoken agreement became that you would just... spend the trip together. Why not, you know? You were both on your own, in similar situations if you squinted, and seemingly enjoyed each other’s company enough to spend it in each other’s vicinity.

Not together together, but together enough.

You didn’t sit down at the same table for breakfast, but sat near each other.

Raised your cup of freshly squeezed orange juice in cheers over the tables in between.

Bit into your croissant as you saw him bite into his and tried to not laugh croissant flakes all over your table-for-one.

Got into the lift together, said, “Meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes?”, then shaved your legs in record time and before you could even think to slow down enough to grow doubtful of your choices, your eyes found Joe in the lobby and he looked... not ready for a beach day, that was for sure.

“Are you... do we have a boardroom meeting first? What’s going– should I get changed?” you poked fun, and thank fuck, Joe immediately matched the playful energy. Went, “What’s wrong with this?” all cartoonish and exaggerated.

“You’re not wearing a black button-down shirt to the bea– a long-sleeved black button-down Dior shirt?”

You gave him a look. Really, Joe? Really?

“I’ve got the sleeves rolled up!” Joe stuck out both arms to display his forearms and... those didn't have the right to look so nice.

“Oh my G– I can’t. Please go wear what you wore yesterday? Or– no, you’ve got that– you brought T-shirts. Wear a T-shirt.”

Joe couldn't fucking believe what he was hearing, mouth slightly agape, pulling into a smile.

“Please go change into a white T-shirt, or even the black one. I’ll wait here.”

Joe chuckled, shook his head and was about to admit defeat and turn back to walk to the lifts, but then he stopped, said, “All right, but you get someone to get a new plaster for your eyebrow,”

Ugh.

“Fine,”

“Fine.”

Two hours later, you found yourself with your feet in the water and sand between your toes, a fresh new way thinner plaster stuck over your eyebrow and Joe right next to you.

In his black T-shirt.

The one that still smelled vaguely of your perfume which Joe only realised when he pulled it over his head earlier.

You were walking and talking and it turned out you’d booked the exact same trip on the exact same website.

Same agency. Same flights. Same hotel. Same dates. Same suitcases.

It was a lot of the same for this one week.

Everything else you could think to talk about? Vastly different.

You lived in opposite ends of London.

Worked in severely different fields, ones where you couldn't even imagine what each other’s day to day looked like.

Liked different music genres. Film genres.

Had different interests. Different hobbies.

Same humour though.

Joe had you giggling the whole time.

And, dared you think it, same love languages.

Joe reached over hands to touch you a lot. Small fleeting little moments, never inappropriate or crossing any boundaries.

You fucking loved it.

You spent time walking the shore, went into the water til it reached your knees for a little bit, and then spent time on sun beds that you had to pay for.

Well.

Sun beds that belonged to a restaurant so they made you order food and drink, which was fine.

Before you could order yourself a cocktail, Joe’d asked for fresh fruit and mocktails.

Mocktails.

When the waiter’d left, you softly scoffed at him.

“We’re in the sun,” Joe reasoned, the image of your face draining of colour before your knees gave out still fresh in his mind from the day before.

“We’re in the sun,” you mocked him, ready to burst into laughter when he would.

But then instead Joe reached over and removed your hand from your mouth, and fuck all the way off, you hadn't even realised you were biting at a nail again.

Ugh.

You groaned, annoyed with yourself, were about to say, why can’t I stop making myself bleed? but were stopped by Joe’s fingers that interlaced with yours.

You looked at the tangle of fingers that rested on his thigh and your vision went a little fuzzy.

“There.” was all Joe said, just helping.

You ate fresh tropical fruits in the sun.

People-watched in the sun.

Drank mocktails in the sun.

You drank expensive juice and then even had some water because you were being all sensible now. Stayed hydrated. Kept food in your system. Were well rested, for once. Held hands with an attractive man. Ate a chunk of pineapple from his fingers.

Handsome man in expensive clothes.

Handsome man who made you laugh a lot.

Handsome man who’d held you through a nightmare comedown.

Handsome man whose nose was starting to burn from the sun a little.

Handsome man who awkwardly said he should probably get out of the sun. Go back to the hotel. He didn’t want to, he was having a great time, but he hadn’t brought sunscreen with him and it was probably best to head back.

You said it was fine, you were kind of ready to head back yourself too.

You didn’t hold hands as you walked back to the hotel together.

You didn’t hold hands as you stepped back into the air-conditioned hotel lobby together.

You didn’t hold hands as you stepped into the lift together, and then you didn’t hold hands as Joe pressed the button for his floor and then didn’t hold hands as you waited until the doors closed.

Joe looked at the buttons.

Then at you.

You hid a smirk.

Joe didn’t catch it and pressed the button for your floor.

Just helping, wasn’t he?

Okay, well... no worries. You just... you just thought that maybe you’d been on the same page, you know? But it was fine. Fine. Okay.

Joe didn’t catch what you were trying to do and it was fine.

Joe had pressed the button to the 11th floor because that was where your room was and he just hadn’t caught on to why you hadn’t pressed it yourself.

Fine.

Joe was just helping. Didn’t see what was going on underneath the surface with you.

Fine.

It was fine. Deep breaths.

But then he did catch it. It took him a second, maybe two, but then he caught it in your reflection. In the way you bit your lips into your mouth and nodded slowly at yourself as you looked down at your feet. It took a moment but then he caught on and... yea. Yea, that could work. Would work. Was going to work. Absolutely. Yes.

Yes.

The lift reached Joe’s floor and you held your breath as the doors opened.

Joe didn’t move.

You thought maybe he didn’t know what to say. How to say goodbye. How to maybe ask you to dinner later.

Joe didn’t move until the doors slowly closed again. You made eye contact in the reflective surface and both let sneaky smirks pull at the corners of your mouths.

Yes.

Good. You were lying before. Nothing was fine. But now it was.

More than fine.

The lift moved again and you saw how Joe’s eyes trailed down the reflection your body ’til they found your hand. You saw how Joe watched his own hand reach for yours.

Soft touches.

Fingers intertwining.

You held hands.

Joe squeezed your fingers and you held hands.

Smiles were no longer hidden. Bashful and blushing, absolutely, but nothing hidden as you held hands.

You held hands as the lift reached your floor.

You held hands as you both stepped out, sand from the beach still in between your toes.

You held hands as you walked down the corridor until you reached your room.

You held hands as you found your keycard to open your door, and then you held hands as you both stepped inside, and then you held hands until the door fell into its lock behind you.

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[pablitogavii]

Panic

Summary: You help one of your friends who suspect she is different, but when Pablo finds the positive test in your shared bathroom, he starts to panic.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: none :)

"Oh my God! I'm pregnant! Like actually pregnant!" Amelia said as tears fell down her cheeks and you held her hand reassuring her that she was not alone.

She was in an abusive relationship for a whole year and when she finally was determined to leave, this happens...it was valid that she was sad and helpless.

"I don't want it! He will never change! And he won't let me do an abortion...he will kill me if I even mention it.." she sobbed and you took the test leaving it on the washing machine before helping her up and taking her to the living room to calm down and drink some water.

A few days pass...

Pablo was packing for his next big match in Madrid, when he noticed the test rested on the washing machine thinking he was crazy but those two solid lines made his stomach flip.

He googled "how many lines means she is pregnant?" (ofc he did :) and seeing that it was two his jaw kept clenching as he stared at it in disbelief.

His girl was pregnant...and she didn't tell him. Why?? Is she scared of his reaction?

He heard you come home from Uni and he hid the test inside his bathroom purse before walking to the living room to meet.

"Ugh..my feet hurt so much" you say falling onto the couch before smiling wide when you noticed him at the door of your shared bedroom.

"How are you amor?" Pablo carefully asked thinking that maybe she was going to tell him now but when she just smiled saying she was alright he knew she was planning on keeping it a secret...but for how long does she think that would work?

"You sure? No sickness?" he poked and she gave him a questioning look wondering what's gotten into him all of the sudden.

"Not really...I mean yesterday morning I was s little sick " she said not really seeing the significance of this but all Pablo registered was "morning sickness" his stomach clenching.

Pablo sat down and she moved to rest her head on his shoulder and he pulled her closer gently kissing the top of her head. He was scared and no doubt shocked but even though it wasn't planned, he would never be angry with her..and would never stop loving her.

"Are you packed for tomorrow?" she said sadly and he nodded reassuring her that he will be back home before she even notices he was gone.

"Impossible Pablito...I'm gonna miss you every hour you are gone..both of us" she said and his face turned serious while she chuckled.

"Me and Pablo 2.0" she said pointing at the big bear Pablo got her for Valentine's Day to cuddle with whenever he had to travel.

"I still give better cuddles than him!" Pablo said proudly and she giggled straddling his lap and kissing his lips a few times before they hugged.

You watched a show for a few hours before it was time for bed since Pablo had to wake up early to meet his teammates and you were really tired from a long day at the Uni.

"Amor? Is there no more pickles?" you ask from the kitchen and Pablo got up walking up to you. Were you just having cravings??

"Um..yeah there are some spears in the fridge. Why?" he asked and she chuckled opening the fridge and taking the jar out.

"So I can eat some duh?"she said biting one and he felt more nervous with every passing moment...maybe if he shows that he know, she won't be scared to tell him the truth.

"You craving them?" he suggested and she just shrugged nodding her head wondering what got him so curious about her eating habits.

"Let's go to bed, mi campeon" she said putting the jar away and they left. She was sleeping peacefully while Pablo could barely stay motionless...he was going to become a dad...like it was scary but also some part of him only wanted that with you.

Barcelona won the game in Madrid and Pablo was coming back tomorrow. He couldn't really contribute much on the pitch considering that his mind was elsewhere but he was glad that didn't cost his team.

"Hola, bonita. How are you feeling? Have you been sick again?" Pablo asked on a FaceTime and you reassure him that everything was fine apart form how much you hated sleeping alone.

"Congrats on a win, my cariño. You looked a little distracted during the game, everything okay?" you ask since Pedri did tell you that Pablo was acting strange the whole trip being quiet and searching some private information online.

"Everything is fine, don't worry about me amor. I've just been a little tired lately. Can't have all games be perfect.." he said and she nodded deciding to let it go for now knowing that if something was seriously going on, Pablo would tell her about it.

On the day that he was coming back, you promised Amelia to go to the abortion center with her. She needed someone there and being her best friend you promised to be her support.

She was still having bruises barely healed form the last time baby's father 'got angry' so it was understandable why she didn't want this to be her life but it was still a difficult choice.

Pablo arrived to the Camp trying to call you numerous times but your ringer was off since you wanted to be fully present for your friend who was getting checked by the doctor.

"Dónde estás querida!?" he said to himself after leaving another voice mail and Pedri reminded him that he can use Snap Maps to pinpoint your location.

He never really does so, but you also never dodge his calls for hours..he was worried and checked to see that you were at the nearby Abortion Center.

Abortion Center..

Pablo started to panic grabbing Pedri's hand and pulling him to the parking lot before telling him to drive as fast as he could. He needed to get there on time..he needed to be there for you..to tell you that you don't have to do this because of him.

"Santa Mierda Pablito! Is she.." Pedri asked after reading the sign and Pablo just rushed out of the car without a reply yelling your name on top of his lungs.

"Ai chico, you can't be yelling! This is a hospital!" one of the older nurses said and he apologized begging her to tell him if she saw you while showing her your picture rested on his arm from his phone.

"Yeah, she went to the second floor" woman said

"Muchas gracias!" Pablo quickly said before rushing up the stairs again yelling your name and you heard him from one of the rooms when Amelia was already done.

"Go, I'm okay.." she smiled and you nodded walking outside seeing Gavi's tearful face meet yours.

"Pablo? Que pasa? What are you doing here?" you ask drying his tears afraid that something terrible happened form the way he looked like.

"Amor, I know..it's okay. I'm not angry...I know we are young, but we love each other and we will figure it all out together...I don't have to travel as much..I won't leave you hanging, I promise...just please don't let them kill our baby!" he held her waist pulling her in and she felt her heard melting despite the fact that this was all absurd.

"Pablo.." you tried to speak but he kissed to shut you up.

"I'm not pregnant Pablo!" you push him back a little having to say that since he was definitely acting crazy.

"What?? But...but your test in the bathroom..and why are you here then?" he said and you smiled shaking your head realizing that you forgot to toss away Amelia's test in all the craziness.

"I'm here with a friend..it was her test...plus you bought be tampons a few days ago because I am on my period, idiot!" you chuckled and Pablo relaxed running his hand through his hair before cheering loudly being sushed again by nurses.

"You are on your period! That's right! Oh Díos mio!" Pablo said and you laughed pulling him into a hug before raising you off your feet and twirling you around.

Amelia's mom came to pick her up and she thanked you for being there with her before you and Pablo went to Pedri's car to get home.

"Okay seriously guys! Are you pregnant or not!? Is that why you were googling baby bottles and best pacifiers online?" Pedri said the moment we came in and you burst out in laughter while Pablo blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm not pregnant. Pablito got some things mixed up Pepi..please drive us home" you say and the boy sighed turning the engine on and dropping you off in front of your apartment building.

"So you were googling baby things??" you ask while you were cuddled up in the living room by the fire drinking some chocolate milk Pablo loved so much.

"Stooop! I thought you were pregnant so I saved some ideas.." he said and you smiled kissing his cheek really feeling better that you have a man who would not leave you alone no matter the situation.

"Can I see it?" you ask and he groans pulling out his phone showing you some pictures he saved on his camera roll.

"All these are for boys? Were you expecting a son, Gavi??" you tease and he tossed the phone to the side ticking your sides before laying you down and hovering above you.

"Don't test me or I might get my son after all.." he smirked kissing your neck before both of you giggled at the whole situation.

Hope you liked it! :))

[daisybianca]

Could you do one where you're having an argument and flash him your tits. All or lando please and thank you 🥰

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: you get into a mini argument with your boyfriend because of his demanding job. so you figure out a way to calm him down.

warnings: angst, sexual themes, nakedness

(a/n) this is truly... I can't even describe the feeling I got when I first read it. Thank you for suggesting it <3

YOU FELT LIKE you had barely seen Lando the previous day for a couple of minutes before he collapsed into the couch, tired from racing and practicing all week.

Indeed, you loved him too much to complain about the constant distance between the two of you, but this had to stop at some point.

It was like you weren't in a relationship at all.

People at work asked you, "How's Lando doing?" and you just stated he was fine, even though you had talked to him for no more than five minutes that day.

He was too important to you.

So, as you heard the door of your house open, you rushed to greet your boyfriend. "Hey, babe," Smiling, you hugged him tightly and after a few seconds, he wrapped his hands around you as well. "I missed you."

"Ugh..." Lando growled and you took a step back to analyze his facial expression.

"What is it, babe?"

"This headache has been killing me since this morning." He rubbed his forehead as if his flesh could erase the pain there. "I should probably take a long, very long nap."

He got rid of his jacket and backpack, heading to the bedroom after washing his hands and teeth.

You sighed to yourself.

You had to discuss the problem with him in order to fix it. Right now. Your relationship was too worth it not to talk about your personal issues and troubles with each other.

"Umm... Lando?" You entered the enormous bedroom, looking at your boyfriend sat on the mattress, scrolling through his phone.

He immediately dumped his phone on the nightstand, unlocked. A few moments later, the screen of the device blackened. "Yes, love?" He tapped his lap, signaling that he wanted you to sit there.

Approaching, you did as he asked. "I want to talk about something that's been stressing me for a little while, okay?"

"Of course. Tell me what is it and we'll fix it together."

He was so sweat...

If only he didn't have to work all day...

"I feel like we barely spend time with each other lately. And I don't like this feeling at all." You admitted and he looked at you patiently.

"I know," Lando sighed. "I'm so occupied with work and when I get home I'm so exhausted I can hardly eat a meal to keep myself robust."

You were about to cry. Your sensed the burning in your eyes, craving to be released but you tried to hold it back. You didn't want him to see how this whole thing affected you because... it was his job. He loved it just as much as he loved you. There wasn't a single chance you'd forced him choose between you and racing.

"...but you know there's nothing I can do about it. F1 requires constant traveling and practicing. We talked about this before we moved in together."

"Lando, I know, but..." You arised, trying to find the best words to describe your emotional condition at the moment.

"(y/n)!" Lando stood up as well, trying to calm you down. It clearly didn't work. "There's nothing to discuss about. We'll just wait a few months until the summer break and everything will be fine!"

You didn't speak. There was nothing left to say.

He was right. You know he was. You'd been in a relationship for almost three years. This wasn't the first time you and him experienced obstacles like this. You just found ways to overcome them united.

"I've talked to you about how I feel about this." Lando went on. "Even though I adore my job, there's nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy, but honestly--I--I mean..."

"Lando!" You tried to make him stop talking because you already knew he was right. But he wouldn't listen.

So you figured out a way to force him to stop.

"No, (y/n). All I wanted was to--"

Lando's eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised and his jaw kind of... dropped open.

"(y/n)..." He tried to voice his thoughts but it came out weak, his tone unsteady. Your boyfriend, in a failed attempt to cease contact with your naked chest, rubbed his eyes roughly. "Heavens above, I--"

You laughed and collided your lips with his.

His face was so warm and reddened. You loved it.

"This was the only way that could make you shut up." You said between the kiss as his one hand cupped your breast and the other one traveled to your lower back.

"You could just kiss me." He titled his head, aparting your faces just a few inches so he could look directly into your eyes. "Nevermind," He grabbed you, picking you up and placing you on the soft mattress of your bed. "Your boobs reminded me that it's time to cherish them, just like I should be doing every single day for the rest of my life."

[half-dead-writer]

pure smut. no plot. just smut. something came over me, sorry (it was picture of a whining Matthew in my head) UPDATE - added NSFW art

Please (NSFW)

Very smutty drabble of Matthew being teased by Reader

character: Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~1,7k

reader: gender neutral (purely focused on Matthew getting off)

warnings: lots of pleading like you have no idea

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

You looked over Matthew's face, slowly melting into impatience.

"Please…" Matthew mumbled, his voice not louder than that of a whisper. He sat on top of you, his erection fully on display. It was begging to be touched. He was certainly not used to such vulnerable positions. Even though his hesitant expression tried to convince you otherwise, he was eating up the way you could tease him.

"...Please, what?" You continued sizing him up with your stare, enjoying the way his body shivered with anticipation at your question.

"Ugh, Y/N, please do something..."

Matthew whined, his hands grabbing onto your hips with desperation. He practically begged you, but you stood your ground, not doing anything until you forced the words you wanted to hear out of him.

"Hm? Do what?" Your expression turned into amusement, seeing how pathetic he looked.

Matthew's grip on you tightened ever so slightly. His hips moved subconsciously, trying to find any sort of friction.

"Anything." He pleaded you, his voice cracking slightly.

One of his hands released your hips and travelled down, starting to palm himself through his jeans. The pressure was too much to take, he had to do something, even if you weren't gonna do it yourself. You were quick to catch his wrist until it reached it's destination, holding him firmly in your grasp.

"A-ah." You reprimanded him, looking sternly into his eyes.

"B-But, why not?" Matthew whined again, sounding almost devastated. He didn't even try to struggle, your hand on his wrist was enough to keep him in place.

"Only I can touch you. Understand?" Your tone was soft yet commanding, giving him a clear warning.

"Y- Yes! I understand." Matthew responded quickly, nodding in agreement. He would do anything to get some relief. Looking at you with his doe eyes, he was intently focused on your face, still remaining the one who held the power.

Your hand slowly snaked to his crotch, brushing lightly over the spot with your fingers. "Now tell me, in detail, what do you want me to do? And say please, like a good boy."

"Nnnf-" The high pitched noise escaped him as his hips bucked, trying to push into your hand that was barely giving any pressure. The feeling of embarrassment washed over him, making it even harder to control himself. His eyes screwed shut as he fought the urge to let out all of his intense feelings. He almost felt like he wanted to cry from all of the emotions building in him.

"P-Please," he began, "Please, god, touch me… I'm begging for you to touch me-" He hesitated for a moment before continuing, an octave lower this time. "... I'm really, really horny. I- I need you."

Speaking about his obvious arousal felt like committing a crime, especially when you forced him to do it. Fortunately those were the words that convinced you to go further.

Your fingers teased putting even more pressure on his aching groin. "I love hearing you be so desperate," the sentence rolled off your tongue effortlessly, basking in the joys of having such a vocal boyfriend. He was just... perfect.

Whimpers began to spill out of him as busied himself, lightly moving his pelvis. You still hadn't actually removed any of the layers of his clothing yet, and it was starting to become painful. He still tried to keep his hands off of himself though, like you had told him. He just had to be good, and he would soon get rewarded.

"Y-Y/N, please- I-I need-"

Matthew cut himself off with a gasp when your hand touched a particularly sensitive spot, almost writhing in place. His head felt fuzzy, his thoughts nothing but a chant of the one cursed word, pleasepleaseplease-

You smiled satisfied, your fingers finally going to unzip Matthew's fly. He was being good, after all.

Matthew leaned back, allowing you to free him from his jeans and boxers. His face was already flushed, and now that he was finally out he just felt relieved and… embarrassed, vulnerable.

He rarely felt this way, and it was getting to him. Actually, he probably never felt that way. Every time his desire forced him to do something about it, he'd get over with it pretty quickly. But here you were, edging him, withholding the pleasant feelings that were just within his reach, like dangling a carrot before his eyes.

Even though it was very intense and pretty stressful, your caring yet dominant eyes forced him to go along with it. It was an ecstatic feeling that he could not achieve in the comfort of his room, alone.

Your fingers wrapped fully around his girth, yet dared not to move. Matthew looked at you with furrowed brows, waiting, aching. Why weren't you giving him the sweet friction he so craved for? Wasn't he good enough for you already? What more could you possibly want?

Matthew bit down on his lip, trying to stop the noise from coming out of his mouth as he looked down. He had been edged for so long already, the boy couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, move-" he pleaded desperately, his hands digging into the sheets. He wanted to be good, but it was so hard.

"…Fuck yourself on my hand" The filth leaving your mouth almost disgusted you, but you knew it was worth it to see the shock slowly paint itself on Matthew's face. His eyes widened. For a second, he didn't think he had heard you correctly. Then, he realised he had, and oh god.

Matthew's hips immediately started to move, starting out with an unsteady pace. He couldn't seem to stop the noises escaping from his mouth, quiet whimpers and gasps hitting your ears sounded like a sweet melody. It felt good, but it It wasn't enough.

Matthew's eyes shut once again, his breathing getting even heavier. He wasn't even doing much in terms of physical movement, but the last bits of pride forced him to compose himself, which was taking all of his energy. He felt vulnerable, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. The only thing going through his mind right now was more.

He started to increase his pace, moving faster as his hands grabbed a fistful of the covers. Matthew's whole body felt as though it was on fire, heat spreading from his stomach to his rapidly falling and rising chest.

"Please-" He said, feeling as if it's too hard to say anything other than the already repeated phrase. Thankfully, it still seemed to satisfy you.

"...Hm?" You smirked, still keeping a steady grasp on his dick, feeling it unevenly slide in and out. The precum leaked generously on the side of his dick, dirtying your hand in the process, yet guaranteeing smooth friction without any issues.

All the sounds Matthew was letting out were getting cut off by his hitched breaths and gasps, he had to take a moment before saying anything. "I-I can't hold it anymore, I'm, so close-"

Matthew's pace was getting more frantic, both from him being desperate and a need to chase his release. He knew he had to get your permission first, though, which is why he struggled to huff out the information.

He looked like a mess, hair falling into his face and eyeliner beginning to run down his cheek. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and you were proud only you were able to see it. You almost wished there was a mirror in your bedroom, so your boyfriend could appreciate his pathetic appearance as well.

"…You look so pretty," your words were sweeter than honey. You knew Matthew liked getting praised, and it was like small droplets of rain before the big storm. He was about to finish pretty soon, judging by his whole disheveled appearance and the way his hips started to stutter.

"T-Tell me I'm good-" He whispered halfly out of breath, embarrassed, yet yearning to hear more of your voice.

"You're doing so good for me, love." You smiled, seeing his expression twist into pure ecstasy. "...Just hold on a bit longer for me, okay?" You purred, only now beginning to very faintly jerk your hand.

Matthew made another noise that sounded something close to a sob, his mouth parted. The praise just made everything feel so intense. He just wanted to be a good boy, for you.

"I- I don't think I can anymore-" Matthew panted, looking down to meet his lover's eyes. His dick twitched, all pent up and needy for a release. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, he was just so close-

"...You've been a very good boy, Mattie." Your thumb started to glide over his wet tip. "Cum for me."

That was it.

The pet name seemed to have sent Matthew over the edge - he let out a strangled gasp, his whole body tensing. Your whole wrist started vigorously move up and down along his length, adding yet another wave of overstimulation. Strings of white rapidly shot up, and you watched as it managed to hit his black shirt, along with some landing on your hand.

Matthew slumped forward and laid on your chest, trying to stop his body from trembling so much. He had definitely made a mess out of himself. He was panting, trying to calm his racing heart and breathe normally. His legs felt shaky and he looked tired, like he was about to pass out.

You almost worried you've gone too far and literally broke your boyfriend, but aside from his labored breathing, he seemed fine. Reaching your hand closer, you combed the fingers into his hair with gentle affection. He tiredly opened his eyes and took a few minutes to collect himself before speaking.

"I- ...I'm sorry I ruined your shirt." He flashed you his teeth in a bashful smile, already feeling the sticky substance cling wet and uncomfortable to the both of you. "Both of our shirts, actually..."

You chuckled lightheartedly. "It's fine. Let's go take a bath, I'll clean them later." Your finger rolled the lock of his hair off itself while you spoke.

"...I love you." He murmured, a weak smile adorning his lips.

"I love you too, Matthew." You reciprocated the confession you heard probably a dozen times by now, kissing the tip of his nose and gathered yourself to get up.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 3: Secrets

Dipper POV

My grunkles thought it would be a great idea to take everyone out to eat. They claim it would bring us closer together and catch up on what me and Mable been up to since we left. We are at the diner where Susan works.

I stare out the window with my chin resting in the palm oh my hand. I feel as if something bad is going to happen while I'm here. I just want to go home.

"So how has it been with you two kiddos?" Stan asks while looking at us, mainly Mable.

"School was so much fun, grunkle Stan! I met so many guys, but they were all jerks. I made many friends that I'm still in contact with, too! Prom was so much fun too. I had a pink dress and my date was so cute! Oh, and waddles had kids with another pig, but we had to give them away...." Mable said, pouting at the end.

"Well, that's something. I would've given those boys that did you wrong a knocking to! Haha!" Stan said while trying to flex the muscles that he barely has.

"What about you, Dipper?" Ford asks while writing something about a two-headed squirrel.

"Grow any chest hair?" Stanley jokes.

Mable giggles, "I highly doubt he has. I still have that small curly hair in my scrapbook."

I groan as I begin tapping my leg. "You know I'm not a fan of chest hair nor any kind of hair except the hair on my head and face."

"Oh come oooooon Dipper! Lighten up." Mable pouts while nudging my arm.

I tense up and turn my head, giving her a warning look. Just how many times do I have to remind her not to fucking touch me?!

Mable stops, nodding her head. "Sorry, dip dot."

"What happened just now?" Ford asked.

"Oh, nothing! But yeah, Dipper, do you or do you not have chest hair? I bet it's still the same as it was when we were 12!"

Mable and Stan laugh while Ford is to focus on that damn squirrel. I groan, pulling my hoodie off in front of them. I look at their blank expression, my lips in a thin line. "Happy now?"

Mable and Stan look shock while Ford stares at me. "Oh wow, Dipper, I didn't know you had abs!"

"Well damn kid, you did grow chest hair, even though it's stubble. You're one of those kids who shave chest hair." Stan sighs disappointly.

"Dipper, what is that on you back?" Ford asks.

My eyes widen slightly, but I keep my blank stare. "Nothing, Ford."

"Mable, what's on his back?"

Mable looks as her eyes widen. "U-uh....It's Bill's wheel grunkle Ford."

"Why would you get such a thing done to you, Dipper?!" He shouts.

"Quite down, Stanford. Don't draw attention to us." Stanley comments.

I frown once more, quickly putting my hoodie back on. "I was bored and got drunk one night. Everything else is a blur after that...." I said, lowering my head, memories of that day traveling back.

Mable coughs to clear the air. "I'm sure Dipper only got it because it looks cool!"

"Yeah....let's just order." Stan said.

"Oh hi, Stanley!" Susan chirps.

Stan groans as Ford and mable chuckles. "We would like to order." Said Ford.

"Two pancakes." ,said Stan and Ford.

"A pancake, eggs, and bacon!"

"Monster stack." I said blankly.

"Whoa! Do you think you can handle that? I remember when you were just a boy!"

"Yeah, kid, I don't think you can handle that -"

I cut Stan off by slamming my fist on the table. I jump over Mable and walk over to that damn manly test machine that I could barely ring. I pick up the hammer and slam it down on the button. I watch as the ball inside the machine hits the bell so hard that it cracks and breaks apart. I hiss, placing my hand on the side of my left face.

"Stay calm, Dipper....Just stay calm." I whisper to myself while taking slow, deep breaths.

I walk back over to my family. "I lost my appetite, but as you can see, I'm no longer a kid. So I would appreciate it if you all stopped calling me that. Anyways....I'll be out for awhile." I said, walking out of the diner as quickly as I can.

I walk towards the forest, pulling at my hair with both of my hands. "Ugh damnit! I'm not a fucking kid I'm a grown ass man!" I shout, punching the nearest thing next to me which is a tree.

I look at my bloody knuckle and sigh, chuckling. "Christ Bill, I think your short temper is rubbing off on me."

I rub my fingers over the dent I made in the tree. "Why don't I go blow off some steam, yeah?"

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I step over the 'keep out' tap that's tapped all over the trees surrounding the minigolf court. I walk towards the center and whistle with my two fingers.

"ATTACK!!" I hear one shout as they begin to throw sticks at me.

I smirk and stomp on the first set of fighters, blue color liquid splashing on my shoes. I watch as many begin to crawl up my leg. I reach down to grab five of these damn things. I shove them into my pocket and run out of there. I'm not stupid, I can't take on thousands of those mini shitty golf heads.

I laugh loudly, whipping the sweat off my forehead. That was so cool. The sound of golf heads crushing under my boot brings satisfaction throughout my whole being! Well, next on the list is the nom vomit. I walk down the trail I remember that leads to the noms hideout. Once I get there, I knock on one of the trees, one nom coming out, and to my dislike, it's the one that talks a lot.

"Oh wow, look at this! Dipper, is that You? Wow, it's been a while since I last saw you. How is your sister doing? You know the offer to still marry her is on the table -"

I cut him off by kicking him in the stomach. He groans and leans over, clutching his stomach in pain. I pull a jar from my duffle bag and place it in front of him.

"You talk too much. Now be of use and hack it up before I kick you again."

He looks at me with fear clouding his eyes and begins to throw up rainbow crap they call vomit. I take the jar and close it, placing it back into my bag once he's done. I walk away, heading back towards the diner. When I made it to the end of the forest, its nightfall.

I reach into my pocket, pulling out a minigolf creature. I smirk as I hold it by its head, placing my two fingers on its body. I watch as it cries, feeling the fear through my fingertips.

"Remove the body slowly from the head." I said, remembering the intrusions given by the journal.

I slowly pull, biting my lip at the sound of the cracks and snaps. "The eyes and mouth will wither from its holes, leaving access to the soul of the sacrifices."

I pull out a different jar, placing the head inside of it. I repeat the process four more times before reaching in my bag for my change of clothes I picked up from the shack as well as my other things. I change into a black pair of pants, a black hoodie, and place leather glove on my hands. I pull out my favorite knife and walk towards the diner.

I can hear Susan's annoying humming from here. I rub my finger over the blade that I place in my pocket. I place the jar on the bar stand as I let out a chuckle.

"O-oh my! Who's there?!" I hear her shout from the kitchen area.

"Come and find out. I think you'll like the surprise." I chuckle, trying to control my laughter.

I watch as she stupidly listens to me. I walk towards her, slowly pulling out my knife. She looks down at the blade, her eyes widening.

Before she can scream, I jump on her, causing both of us to fall. I place my hand over her mouth, raising my blade that in the air.

"Do I still look like that kid you remember, Susan?" I laugh as I stab her over and over again, drops of blood splashing on my face.

I slit her throat for good measure, watching the blood ooze from her body. I stand up, holding my head as I feel a slight pressure as if something is forcing its way into my skull.

"B-Bill....is this you d-doing this? B-but I didn't - "

"It's ok, pinetree! The more sacrifices you kill, the more I'm able to use my power beyond the mindscape, but we have company..." I hear Bill's darken voice ring through my ears. I look at the door, my eyes widen in shock.

"D-dipper?" Pacifica shudders, her voice barely above a whisper.

She looks between my knife, Dead Susan, and the door. She quickly grabs the door handle, but I stop her. She freezes and looks back at the wall, noticing the knife next to her head.

She touches her cheek and looks at her fingers. She screams, but I run to her and place my hand over her mouth, squeezing her jawline. She whimpers as I bag her head against the wall, pulling my knife out from it.

"Pacifica Pacifica Pacifica....isn't this the meaning of 'at the wrong at the wrong time'?" I laugh.

She whimpers, digging her nails into my hoodie. I laugh, my vision changing from clear to red. "Oh, I could just kill you right now! Ooooooooooh, but what's the fun in that? Oh yes, yes, yes! Stare at me with those fearful eyes! I think I'm addicted to this-ahahahahahaha!"

I remove my hand from her mouth and placing it on her throat. She gasp, her hands now crawling at my wrist. I laugh louder in her face while placing my knife in between my fingers and rubbing my bloody glove down my face. My eyes roll back as my vision goes from red to yellow, my voice distorted.

"L-let's make a deeeeeeeeeal! You don't tell anyone my pinetree did this, and I promise he won't kill you? Deal?"

She nods her head, gasping as my grip tightens.

"Let's shake on it, llama sweater!" I cheer, placing the knife back into the wall as I hold my hand out while my body begins to twitch.

She quickly grabs it and shakes my hand, blue flames covering it. I drop her to the ground, watching her gasp for air. I watch as she stands and runs out of the diner as fast as she can while the lights in the diner begin to flicker.

"And remember! We'll be watching yoooooooou-ahahahahahaha-HAHAGAGAHA!"

[tklpilled]

aether’s never been on a proper date before. honestly, he’s never even had a partner before, or…whatever he and xiao are. he thinks it’s normal to be nervous, but he doesn’t want to be. he knows xiao. it’s not like this is a first meeting or anything, right? just a normal dinner together. with romantic feelings attached.

after kicking paimon out and leaving her for itto to babysit (which really just means shinobu is babysitting them both), he began cooking. he spent the entire day before stressing over the decorations in his teapot home, wondering whether xiao would like them, and while he’s still uncertain, there’s not much more he can do. he prepares practically an entire feast—grilled tiger fish, adeptus’ temptation, jade parcels, stir fry, and of course he tries his hand at almond tofu—anything he can think of that xiao might like. so, maybe it’s a bit of an overkill, but at least paimon will eat all the leftovers.

xiao arrives at their planned meeting spot exactly on time, not a second early, not a second late. aether perks up as soon as the familiar dark mist appears in front of him.

“you’re here!” he exclaims, jumping to his feet.

“did you think i wouldn’t be?” asks xiao, quirking an eyebrow.

aether invites him into his teapot, where the sun sets over a table for two, surrounded by a variety of trees and flowers. he’s lit candles around the area, giving it a welcoming ambience.

“oh, unless you’d rather be inside!” aether quickly adds, gestures towards the mansion.

he thinks he sees a tiny smile appear on xiao’s face. “this is fine.”

…so.

ugh, aether should have practiced for this.

they eat without saying much, aside from xiao thanking him for the food with the occasional compliment, in his own xiao-like way. it's somehow not overwhelmingly awkward—which isn't to say it's not awkward, but it's tolerable.

as he finishes his food, aether's mind starts to wander. he hasn't planned anything aside from this. will xiao leave right away? will he stay to talk? probably not, he's not exactly social, but aether can't think of anything to say and he absolutely can not have them sitting in complete silence for the rest of the night.

there's a squeeze on his knee and he yelps, kicking his leg out and accidentally banging it on the underside of the table. he looks up, embarrassed.

xiao keeps his hand where it is. “stop doing that,” he says, nodding at aether's leg. it's only then that aether notices just how violently he's been bouncing it.

“o-oh,” he stammers, nodding. “sorry.”

he expects that to be the end of it, but xiao gives him a curious look. he doesn't have time to question what it means before he feels another squeeze. his reaction this time isn't as dramatic, but it's still noticeable; he makes a surprised sound, his leg jerking once more.

“what’s wrong?” asks xiao, leaning in close, which makes aether squeak and nearly fall off his chair. “you aren’t injured, are you?”

aether shakes his head frantically. “n-no, not that, it’s just ticklish! nothing bad, you don’t have to—ack?!”

“i’m familiar with the term, i believe,” says xiao, looking down at his hand, which has just squeezed again. “it’s something humans do with those they’re fond of, yes?”

“um.” aether can’t do much but stare at him, cheeks growing hotter by the second. he thinks he knows where this is going. finally, he nods. “y-yes, that’s right.”

“then, traveler,” xiao looks up, locking eyes with him, “why don’t we do it?”

well, aether has a hard time saying no to that face.

they end up inside the mansion, in the farthest room from the entrance. no one else is around, but xiao locks the door behind them anyway. aether almost feels trapped, but he doesn’t hate it.

“so,” xiao starts, once he’s straddling aether’s waist on the bed. “i simply…squeeze?” he accompanies his words with a pinch to aether’s side.

the blond flinches. “w-well, it’s hard to explain…certain spots are more sensitive to certain methods.” he feels uncomfortable and embarrassed explaining tickling of all things, but xiao listens intently and nods.

“i see,” he says. “such as what?”

“um, well,” aether starts, shifting a little. “like this?” he reaches out and places a hand on xiao’s side, skittering his fingers up to his ribs.

xiao stiffens, eyes widening slightly. “right,” he says, his voice a little shaky.

“or like this.” aether starts to poke his fingers in the spaces between ribs, but his wrist is pulled away.

“i understand,” xiao insists, cheeks flushed a little. aether can’t help but laugh at the sight of someone so composed in such a state.

xiao, to be frank, isn’t great at tickling. he’s inexperienced and hesitant, but aether is ticklish enough to make up for it. 

“if you’re so ticklish, why do you leave your stomach exposed?” xiao asks, tracing his fingers along the bare skin. he’s getting better as he goes, seemingly fuelled by aether’s reactions.

“i-it’s nohohot like i’m ahasking for ihihit!” aether protests, trying his hardest to keep his hands out of the way. xiao hasn’t restrained them, but he doesn’t want to make it stop just yet. maybe he’s having a little bit of fun. sue him.

“you clearly enjoy it, at least.” xiao isn’t looking at aether’s face, more focused on what his hands are doing. “you’re letting me do this.”

“th-thahahat—xiahahahao!” aether squeals as a finger pokes his navel experimentally, before going back to dancing along his tummy. “thahat’s because ihihit’s yohou!” he feels himself blushing as he admits it. he’s glad that at least xiao doesn’t have much shame.

“i think it’s…rather cute,” xiao admits. “i enjoy hearing you laugh.”

aether makes an embarrassed whining sound. “l-lehehet me tickle yohou next tihihime! it’s ohonly fahair!” he's not sure what it is — a threat? a challenge? either way, he plans to tickle xiao one way or another, no matter how much the adeptus insists that he's not ticklish.

he can't worry about it now, though, because xiao has just figured out that light touches work wonders, and it's absolutely awful. with anyone else, it's torture — but with xiao, somehow, it feels like love.

[jaebeomsbitch]

Victorian Wh*re (R.R)

Summary: Roman suggests maybe you can watch each other touch yourselves. Fem reader!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, swearing,

A/N: We're bringing back the dildo thing in the next fic! God I just know it would drive him crazy but also he'd feel so insanely bad about himself after. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

“You diddle yourself, I diddle myself come on it’ll be a fuckin’ disgusting fuck fest” Roman says. He’s always the one to initiate any intimate moments between you two because you knew how uncomfortable he was with it all. It’s like his body wants it, craves it but his mind immediately snaps him out of it when things get too far. You hadn’t gotten past phone sex which was even surprising to you. You didn’t know much about Roman’s sexual issues because he isn’t the most emotionally available person.

“Can you even…” you don’t finish the sentence. Your mind immediately travels to the image. The way his mouth hangs open, his hips twitching, that vein on his forehead popping out as he pants for breath. You can always admit that your…boyfriend? Whatever he was, was attractive. And although he has a vulgar personality you can’t help but look at the way his lips move or the way he perfectly quirks his mouth into a smirk. Meeting Roman made you realize you probably had odontophilia, your eyes always trained on his mouth. Something that Roman has picked up on but he’s yet to use as ammunition. Something about the way he has sharp canine teeth turns you on. Maybe it’s some sort of primal urge in you, like in caveman days he’d probably be really good at eating raw meat. 

“Oh fuck off! Yes I can jerk off, I jerk off so much I’m surprised I still have skin,” he says. You can’t help but laugh at his admission. 

“God you sound like a teenage boy,” you shake your head. His hazel eyes narrow at your little chuckle. 

“You want me to prove it to you?” He asks, eyebrow quirked, lips pressed into a slight grin. You look at him for a second.

“Oh you’re serious. Can- can you even get it up?” The words leave your mouth before you can think. As much as you always love your back and forth with Roman you never liked poking fun at his sexual trauma.

“Well…just— just try it with me and you’ll see,” he says, that grin a little wider but his eyes hold a certain vulnerability. 

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second as you press your head into the pillow. Are you really gonna do this? It’d be better than that time he tried to have sex with you and ended up dry humping your thigh for two seconds before just giving up and turning away. He didn’t let you comfort him either which only made it worse. 

A part of you was scared of crossing this line with Roman, you didn’t want to scare him off and create only more bad sexual experiences for him. But, you did feel pent up, would you mind if he just watched you if he couldn’t touch himself? 

“Ugh, fine,” you finally say, deciding to get out of your head. If he felt comfortable enough to do this with you then you’d let him. You didn’t want to deny him that part of himself, especially when you know how much he struggles with intimacy. 

“Throw me some pillows,” you say. Making a pile of them at the foot of the bed. You situate yourself so you’re half sitting half lying down. You have a clear view of him as you lay diagonal from him. He sits leaning against the headboard, you can see the way he gulps down his saliva. Was he expecting you to deny him?

“We can do this another time,” you say, giving him an out to say no. 

“What are you scared?” He taunts but his voice sounds a little broken. 

“I’m serious Rome, if you’re not ready you’re not ready,” you say, actually addressing the problem. 

“Oh fuck off, you got a fuck up vag or something? Oh god it’s fucked up isn’t it? Like a fucking acid explosion down there?” He says. 

You laugh, “on the contrary, all my partners have said I have a ‘pretty pussy’” you say laughing. It wasn’t true but you weren’t ashamed of your vulva, why should you be? Everyone’s look different. 

“Well I’ve gotten quite a few people thirsting over my cock. Said they wanted to make a mold of it or something. Oh those sick fucks probably would make a dildo and fuck themself with it,” he says. 

“Wait, why is that kind of a good idea?” You say. 

“What?” His attention snaps back to you. 

“Well if you can’t fuck me, then give me a replica of your cock. Then I’d at least know what it feels like,” you grin up at him. He’d probably love it, seeing you moan at the feeling of his rubber cock in you. 

“See, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he says.

“Did I ever deny it?” You bite back. He looks at you for a second almost shocked before he snaps out of it. 

“Well it’ll happen one day,” he says a little sadly. 

“Hmm, one day,” you nod. 

“Okay it’s time to jerk off~” He sing songs, clapping his hands. 

“You want me to touch myself dry? You gotta give me some material to work with,” you grumble. 

“I mean just look at me,” he flexes his muscles. 

“Okay well you’re fully clothed and I don’t think you’re necessarily up for removing them,” you say. 

“You need me to expose an ankle or something. ‘Ooh I’m a baaad Victorian girl’” he says in a faux sexy voice, putting a finger on his lip and pretending to act coy, his leg stretched out dramatically to show off his right ankle.

“Oh yeah, that ankle has got me turned on beyond belief,” You laugh.

“No seriously, I’m gonna need to watch a video or something. I’m not exactly revved up right now,” you ignore the way he wiggles his ankle at you. 

“Okay fucking Toyota calm down,” he says. 

“Well-- maybe you start? It’ll give me some inspiration… hopefully,” you smirk. 

“Not a problem, I’m so fuckin’ hard right now. Ugh your ankle and knees are out? You whore,” his eyes run over the expanse of your legs. You can’t help but flex your feet in response. 

“Oh you’re hard at that? Well I can do so much better. Shit, I think if I flashed you, you’d fuckin cum in your pants,” you laugh.

“That’s a challenge I’m willing to bet on. I’d like to see you try,” he says, eyes half lidded. His hand sliding towards the bulge in his sleep pants. 

“Yeah?” You breathe. Oh this was getting real. He silently nods, the palm of his hand rubbing at the fabric. He tips his head back to lean against the headboard, his eyes trained on your body. They flicker towards different parts quickly like he’s unsure where to look. 

“Just fuck— take ‘em out,” he groans, his voice a little too desperate for his liking. 

“You’re a sick fucking pervert,” you say but the demand certainly sounds intriguing. He’s touching himself as you’re fully clothed, how would he react if he saw something… new? He shudders at your words but you don’t seem to realize it. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t jerked off in a long time or something. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m a sick fuck,” he replies, trying to make it sound like a joke but there’s something there. A new tone you don’t recognize. It’s like you start to see Roman in a different light. Maybe you didn’t see him as a sexual person before but you’re definitely seeing it now, as his hips slowly tip to meet the palm of his hand. Shit why was this kind of hot? You’re definitely wet now, as you look at him, small whines in the back of his throat threatening to spill out. He keeps his mouth shut, embarrassed that he’s already worked up.

If he wants a show you’ll give him a fucking show, you bunch up your baggy sleep shirt. Your nipples perking at the cold air.

“Ooh fuck,” he moans, eyes trained on your chest. You decide to give him a show. If this was your only time doing this you had to make it memorable. Your hands slide up your ribs to cup your breasts, your thumb brushing over the taunt nipples.

“Ooh,” your breath hitches at the sensation, watching as his hand moves faster against his cock. 

“Put it in,” you moan, eyes trained on his hand. 

“What?” He chokes.

“Put your hand in there, you can’t just rub it all day. Touch yourself for real,” you say, eyes flicking up towards his. You notice the way his canines dig into his bottom lip. Fuck… your hand absentmindedly slides into your sleep shorts, your finger slowly circling your clit as you see him put his hand in his pajama pants. The fabric straining against his moving hand. 

Maybe it’s time to try out your new theory. “Fuck, you’re disgusting Roman. Look at you” you groan, finger pressing into yourself. His eyes flick towards yours, he can tell he’s turning you on. You wish you could mean it though, the words come out all breathy as you slide your middle finger in and out. You wish you could say any of your next words with conviction but your breath hitches when you see his mouth hung agape, his eyes closing for a second before looking at you hungrily. His gaze trained on the movement of your shorts. 

Fuck! There wasn’t enough space in them to reach your sweet spot so you quickly slide the fabric down your legs. You bend your knees to give him the perfect view of your finger sliding in and out in your cunt. 

“Oh fuck” He moans, eyes almost staring holes through your flesh. 

“God, you’d fucking love to watch me fuck myself with a dildo of your cock wouldn’t you? It the only way you’d ever fuck me. You’re a fucking sicko,” You whine the last part, your fingers relentlessly hitting the squishy part inside of you. Your other hand slithers around until it finds your clit, your fingers move quickly as you see Roman is close. 

He’s practically fucking his hand, his mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Ooh Fuck, yeah. I’d fuckin’ love it. W-want to see your face stretch around my… F-f-fuck!” He moans. 

His head slamming backwards into the headboard with a loud thud but he’s too caught up in this. Jerking off was something but this? This was so much different. The air crackles with your attraction for one another. You’d felt attracted to Roman in your weak moments sure but now, now you felt like you just opened a can of worms. Like crossing this line is going to make you crave more of him. 

“You’re close aren’t you? One look at me touching myself and you’re cumming in your pants like a fucking virgin,” You taunt, but your words have no real bite. It doesn't matter how harshly you say it, you want this. Want to see him ruin his expensive sleep pants, watch the way his eyes roll back and how his teeth will rip his lip open. 

“F-fuck M’close,” He slurs, his eyes half-closed but he keeps them open. He wants to keep this memory burned into his brain. He never wants to forget the sounds you make and the way your legs slightly shake as you circle your clit. 

“Shiiit me too. Let me see you cum,” You say, your voice higher pitched than normal as you try and stave off your release. Your eyes flutter, threatening to close shut but you force them open. You weren’t losing this experience. It’s almost like the aurora borealis but much more rare and a lot prettier. 

“Oh f-Uck,” He whines, his hips bucking wildly against his hand. Until you see them stutter, his canines digging into his bottom lip to try and keep himself quiet, his chest heaves, stomach twitching violently at the feeling of this new release. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” He groans, his cock twitching in his hand as the spurts of cum paint the inside of his boxers. The sticky mess seeping into the fabric of his pajama pants. He finally lets his cock go, taking his hand out from the waistband. You can see the glistening of his cum coating his hand as you work yourself faster. 

“Shi-it,” you shiver, the heat in your stomach building and building. It feels like you’re an old house caught on fire, your whole body sweating, your legs starting to tremble as you maintain eye contact with Roman. 

“Let me taste it,” You grunt, in between moans. 

“W-what?” Roman says confused. His mind is still on cloud nine as he licks away the drops of blood on his lip. 

“Roman I swear to fucking God I will fucking–” You can’t think of a decent insult, your mind turning to mush as you watch him carefully but enthusiastically crawl over to you. He smears his cum on your lips, his fingers prodding at the seam of your mouth until you relent. You eagerly lick at his hand, the fire builds more, the foundation of the house collapsing as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. 

“Ooh,” He shivers, his voice lower than normal as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth. The cadence in his voice pushes you over the edge. Your entire body tenses up for a second before everything releases. You moan around his fingers, accidentally biting down on the flesh as your eyes roll backward. Roman watches you, you almost look possessed as you whine around his fingers, your body going completely limp. 

“C-can I?” You hear Roman ask but you aren’t really listening, not that you’d expect it anyway. Roman was one to take and never to ask. You languidly nod your head, the heat of Roman’s thighs pressing into the side of your leg is the only thing keeping you grounded.

That is until you feel him remove his hand from your mouth. His saliva coated fingers wrapping around your wrist as he uses your sticky fingers to dip into your cunt like a dunkaroo and scoop your cum, your eyes widen at the intrusion and boldness of it all. He brings your fingers to his mouth, the sharpness of his canines brushing the pads of your fingers as he cleans your fingers off.

“Oh f-fuck, Rome,” You moan, your eyes barely open watching him commit this obscene act. He knew about your weakness, he noticed the way you stared at him with that far away look when he bit into his thumb. 

Your thighs still twitch in the aftershocks of your intense moment. Your fingers are long clean but the tips of his teeth press into your fingers before he lets your wrist fall. He retreats back to his corner of the bed. You lower your shirt back down over your chest and slide on your underwear leaving your shorts lost somewhere in the sheets. You sigh as you lean your head back into the mound of pillows. 

“So was it as hideous as you thought? Worse than a mangled up ball of rotting flesh?” You joke with a twinkle in your eyes as you look at him.

“Oh definitely fucking worse, I had to stop myself from gagging it was so disgusting,” He says, a small smile on his lips and something different in his eyes. You can’t pinpoint it but something has changed. 

“You know, your ankle had me a lot more aroused than I was expecting,” You laugh. 

“Yeah? I got better ankles than a fucking marathon runner. I could put those victorian whores to shame… really fuck up their business,” He says sinking into the sheets. 

“Oh yeah? How much would you charge?” You ask, staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck was your life?

“I don’t know, like five grand at the minimum. I only want the rich fucks looking at my ankles especially if I’m gonna have to look at old men jerk off” He says, dramatically shuddering in disgust. 

“...I’ve got five grand, when's your next available appointment?” You ask looking back at him. His eyes meet yours. 

“Yeah?” He asks, seeming to speak without actually speaking about it, a big grin on his face. 

“I’m good for the money,” You say, a small smile on your lips. You both lay there in silence, what you just did hanging in the air. Roman somehow feels lighter. Sure he’d still have difficult days, days where he can’t stand to look down at his body or days when you hold him while you sleep and he silently cries but he had this. He was capable of some sort of intimate relationship even if it was unconventional. 

You grab a pillow and crawl over to your side of the bed and lie down. 

“Roman?” You whisper, a little afraid of pissing him off especially after all this. 

“Hmm? Need another look at my ankles, this one’s gonna cost you double,” He says, lazily turning his head to look at you. 

“Only if you throw in a free elbow,” You smile, cuddling into your pillow. 

“That can be arranged, which one though?” He asks, placing his hands underneath his head as he mimics your position. 

Your eyes flick to his already exposed elbows, “Right, definitely the right.”

“Sure, I’ll throw it in only because you’ve been a loyal customer,” He says, hazel eyes searching through yours.

“I’ll continue to be loyal,” You try to reassure him. He doesn’t say anything, no smart quip, just an ever so slight nod as he closes his eyes. You can't help but stare at his face, at the slight stubble, the freckles painted onto the bridge of his nose.

“Stop staring or I’m gonna have to charge you by the second,” He says, his eyes still closed. 

“That’s okay, my boyfriend is a billionaire,” You whisper, scooting closer to him. 

“Boyfriend?” He whispers like the word is foreign. Your fingertips brush his hair out of his face. Everything was okay, you were both okay. He was your Victorian whore and you were all too willing to pay his hefty price.