#we need to cuddle while watching TV. we need to go on walks along the riverside. i need to bring him to work for half-days.

[carnageacorn]

doggy update. i went to the shelter again yesterday bc after like two weeks of daily checking the dog i wanted had still not been posted up for adoption. he IS still there, his name is Sawyer, and he HAS been neutered (!!!) but I am now waiting for him to get some dental work. I was so scared about that because he has a really fantastic snaggletooth but the guy said it was to take care of some other teeth on his underbite and the snaggletooth will remain. but however it's a low priority dental order and the dentist is only there weekly so it might be ANOTHER week or two until i can try to adopt my dog. it's FIRST COME FIRST SERVE NO RESERVATIONS so i gotta get there early enough the morning after he's posted to make sure nobody else can take my beautiful idiot boy who i love so much from me.

all he wants to do when he sees me is press his whole body against the cage doors to try to lay on me which doesn't work but DOES make me tear up every time. he's my best friend and i would die for him and if anyone else ends up adopting him ill consider violence.

[81pastrys]

Lando taking care of a sick Lila at the track would be so cute, checking on her in between practices and cuddling her whilst looking at data and chatting with the team 🥺

Sick Day

Summary— Lila wakes up feeling under the weather and Lando brings her to the track, her sickness fading as he does his best to make her comfortable

Warnings— sick toddler ; mentions of puke

A/N— sick Lila Norris

Dad Lando List

Lila had come down with a fever, stomach bug, among other symptoms. Lando had a practice day though and had to bring her along. He felt so bad for the little girl as she whined at him.

He made sure she was done throwing up at home before putting her in a car for however long it takes to get to the track. When they got to the track he took her and all her things out with him.

“I’m gonna put a show on your tablet in my room, and have Mr. Jon watch over you while I drive okay sweetheart?” He said while setting it all up for her. She just nodded, the exhaustion of being sick every other hour was taking a toll on her. He caressed her hair and kissed her forehead before heading out to his car.

Jon had sick bags, snacks, drinks, meds, anything he’d need. Not to mention Lando was over the top dramatic. Lila watched her show and Jon stayed with her. An hour and nearly a half was really long when you’re watching a sick 3 year old.

When Lila groaned that she was hot, Jon helped her out of her jacket and asked if she needed anything else. “I want daddy.” She pouted, tears slowly forming. Jon frowned and looked to the tv broadcasting live practice. There was only 15 minutes left.

“I know, he’s almost done Lila.” He assured her. “Do you want to try eating a snack?” She shook her head at him, afraid she’d puke anything she ate. She went back to watching her show until Lando returned. He looks rushed and as if he literally just got out of his car.

“Is she alright? Nothing drastic happened?” He asked panicked as Lila reached for him to hold her.

“I took her jacket off because she said it was hot, but she didn’t get sick or eat anything.” Jon told him. Lando thanked him and turned the tablet off. Lila resting her head on Lando’s chest.

“Let’s try to eat some crackers or bread yeah?” Lando nodded. “It’ll make you feel better sweetheart.” He tried convincing her to eat. She whined but nonetheless ate 2 crackers and snacked on bread while he looked over data and statistics.

He got her to drink an electrolyte drink to get some sort of substance in her body. Lila whined at any food or drink he wanted her to eat, still afraid the bug would attack again. When she hadn’t thrown up from before FP1 to almost FP2 Lando deemed her bug free and worried a bit less about leaving her with Jon again.

This time he made his trainer bench a bed for her to nap on, her constant yawns and eye rubbing gave him the impression she needed sleep to fight the sickness. He lowered the table and laid a blanket down, giving her a couch pillow and throwing more blankets on top her.

“You’ll feel much better if you take a nap okay?” Lando said before leaving. He kissed her head and walked away once again. Jon oversaw the sleeping girl while also watching the practice. Lando had finished practice and she was still napping.

He let her be while he did medias and such, something he knew would not go over well while she was sick. He got back and the door opening caused her to stir awake. “Daddy?” She questioned rubbing her eyes as she woke.

“Yes, sweetheart, what do you need?” He asked, sitting on the table with her. She laid on his leg and was seemingly asleep again. He knew he had more analytics to look at. He sighed and sat back, waiting for her to wake again so he could carry her around.

“Lando we need to go over this telemetry.” An engineer walked in. Lando had been on his phone while Lila rested her head on his thigh to sleep. He looked up and back down to Lila.

“Mate, I really don’t want to wake her.” He said. “She’s been sick all day and I just got back.” He explained. The engineer sighed but left him alone. A couple minutes later Lila picked her head up.

“Can you hold me daddy?” She asked, still groggy from sleep. He obliged and carried the sick girl out to the engineer that had bothered him prior. Finishing up the data analysis and able to gather their things and go home.

This one is a bit longer 🩷

[woso-dreamzzz]

Natalia IV

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: Magda finds out

Spending time back home in Sweden is a must.

When you're not playing for your club and you're not playing for your country, you come home to your mothers to decompress.

Talia usually comes along for the ride as well as Reina, Kung and Prins.

Reina seems to enjoy the big house your mothers own and makes herself at home, stretched out on the back of the sofa. Kung has his own little set up in the corner of the living room and amuses himself by hopping around and trying to burrow into old clothes.

Prins is extremely happy with all the long walks he gets taken on now and thrives in the snow when you let him off the leash as well as spending a relaxing evening nap in front of the fire.

Your favourite bit is being cuddled up with someone, under a thick blanket watching whatever mindless tv you can find.

Like now as you and Pernille laze around.

Talia's across the room, typing away on her laptop while the distinct smell of your favourite dish wafts in from the kitchen.

Magda comes in, wiping her hands on a dishcloth.

"Dinner's ready in about ten minutes," She says, taking a seat on one of the armchairs and pulling out her phone to scroll mindlessly on social media.

You can tell what kind of things are coming up on it just by how her brow is scrunched up and the music playing from her phone speakers.

"Edits again, Magda?" Pernille laughs," You're a masochist."

"I..." Magda shakes her head," I just don't get it. She's still a baby. She's not meant to be attractive."

No one needs to ask who the 'she' in her statement is.

Talia grins. "I find her attractive."

Magda waves a dismissive hand. "You're an outlier."

A little laugh bubbles out of you. "I'm trying not to be offended here."

"You're a beautiful girl, princesse," Magda says," So beautiful but I don't like the fact that other people are recognising that."

"Don't worry, Magda!" Talia teases," I've got her under lock and key! No one's taking her from me!"

Magda lets out a long suffering sigh that you and Pernille giggle about.

"Did you have to choose that one?"

"Hey! I'm right here!"

You nod. "I love her, Morsa."

Magda huffs and goes back to her phone. "I mean, really? How many hand edits can one account need?"

She shows her phone and you're not surprised that it's Talia's secret one. It's somewhat of a fan favourite and you can tell your girlfriend's feeling a little bit smug when she ducks her head with a grin.

"And the captions!"

"I quite like the captions," You say, burrowing a bit further into Pernille's body as her arm curls around you.

"What are the captions like?" She asks and you laugh.

"Unhinged."

Talia's properly grinning now as she stares down at her laptop.

Pernille frowns when she watches your eyes dart towards your girlfriend and the both of you share a secret smile.

Magda's still ranting and raving about this one account and you and Talia just can't seem to help yourselves as you giggle and smile at one another.

"And there's a Twitter account too!" Magda continues, clicking the link to the attached Twitter account, which ends up being a fanpage to you.

"Magda," Pernille admonishes, coming to the conclusion that you and Talia know something they don't about both accounts," Honestly, it's just a fanpage. We had plenty of them back in the day."

"But this is different! This is our daughter! I don't need to know that people want to sleep with her!"

"They can try," Talia mutters under her breath and you stick your tongue out at her.

Magda's ranting falls silent though, not that you and Talia have noticed as you squabble about the fact that you wouldn't even notice whether someone was trying to sleep with you or not.

"Magda...What is it?"

Magda's still silent though and Pernille gently pushes you away so she can go to her wife's side.

"Magda? Is something wrong? What is it?"

In answer, Magda turns her phone around.

It's a picture of a pair of feet stretched out on a ottoman. It looks simple enough and Rocky's hanging out on the shelf nearby.

"It looks fine, Magda."

"No," Magda says, face pale," That's Princesse's house."

"I know. Rocky's right there."

"No," Magda says," You don't understand. It's the fan account!"

"What?"

"This was posted to the fan account!"

It suddenly dawns on Pernille as to why you and Talia kept smiling at each other.

Talia is the one who owns a fan page dedicated to you.

"She's got a stalker! They've broken into her house!"

Pernille sighs. "Magda. Just take a few seconds to actually think about this."

To help her along, Pernille purposely flicks her eyes towards Talia.

Clarity dawns in Magda's face moments later and her mouth open and closes like a fish.

"She-?"

"Yes, Magda."

"The edits-?"

"Yes, Magda."

"Oh my god."

Magda's sudden leap to her feet has you and Talia stop giggling amongst yourselves and you turn in confusion to look at her.

"Morsa? Is something wrong?"

"Natalia Guijarro! You've been making hand edits about my daughter?!"

[burekforsatoru]

are you still watching?

sebastian (stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 sebastian suggests a movie night to unwind after a long week... slutty froggy pjs shenanigans ensue wc: 2.5k tags: fluff and smut, oral, face-fucking, overstim

fall never stops making sure i have the least amount of free time possible. it is ruthless, with storms and ruined crops, with all the days my poor animals cannot go outside.

it’s exhausting, fixing all of those messes, but i refuse to let sebastian throw himself into it with me. he’s got enough on his plate with the game he’s developing, still doing his freelance programming. he offers, of course, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t itch to help me when he sees me all exhausted and muddy after a stressful day.

so when he suggests we have a movie night, just us two, one friday evening instead of going to the saloon–i jump on the opportunity. that morning as soon as those words left his mouth i was melting into his embrace. careful, froggy, you’ll spill coffee all over yourself , he chuckles as i quickly steady my hand, placing the mug carefully on the side and wrap my arms around his pale neck. the kiss is so warm, soft, full of understanding. i fix my beanie and finish the coffee before heading out to work, now with a bounce in my step.

the fields are a mess. weeds have taken over some of my pumpkins, making me curse the shit out of them as i carefully remove them, spending hours on my knees in the mud. once it gets dark, i run back inside, barely escaping the rain that starts chasing me. i murmur a grumpy greeting to sebastian, who was already in his pyjamas and on the couch, setting up a movie for us to watch. the blankets are carefully arranged around him, uncovering the very spot on his body where i usually slide onto his lap to cuddle while we relax before sleep.

i hurry into the bathroom, shouting i’ll only be a few minutes, i really need a hot shower. he responds with his signature chuckle, having already found a movie for us to ignore while we make out or fall asleep.

the shower relaxes my muscles, soothes my skin, washes out all the dirt from my hair and face. i walk out a new person, fresh and clean and ready to sink into our soft couch, wrapped into a cocoon of blankets. a new person – that forgot her clean underwear and pyjamas in the bedroom.

okay so maybe not completely new. still the same scatterbrained me that sebastian always promises he fell in love with so ridiculously hard and fast it’s a miracle his bones aren’t still broken.

so, with my fresh and clean body wrapped in a bath towel, i pad my way to the bedroom, passing between the tv and sebastian where he’s still sitting in the very same position on the couch, the blankets uncovering my seat. those silly frog pyjamas on, slightly pushed down as his hand is placed around his hard cock that he’s gently stroking. i walk into the bedroom and–

oh …

with a slightly embarrassed expression, i retrace my steps until i’m closer to him.

“baby…” i drawl, my eyes falling down to where his thumb slowly rubs over his cock head, so sweetly like he’s caressing a lover.

“yes, froggy?” oh there’s a layer of smugness in that voice. he knows what he’s doing to me, sees my throat bobbing while i swallow saliva gathering at an alarming rate.

“baby why… you’re not even waiting for me?” reluctantly, i lift my gaze to meet his pretty eyes, noticing the self-satisfied smirk as he watches me struggle.

my hand grips the edges of the towel tighter, holding on for dear life as i try not to immediately look down at his cock again, that pretty, girthy thing just begging to be kissed.

“i’ve been sitting like this since before you walked back in, pretty. you just didn’t notice me.” that thumb rubbing over his tip slides back down and he keeps stroking himself up and down. my heartbeat quickens, the air becomes thicker, my mouth is suddenly too empty. all i can think about right now is licking a long strip along his shaft and making him moan out loud. “c’mere,” he pats his lap, the pattern of cartoon frogs on the fabric covering his thighs almost making the situation comical, if it weren’t for his deliciously spread thighs and the outline of his balls under the bunched up material under his cock.

it takes me a couple of seconds to remember how to move my feet. walking is harder now than it was just a minute ago when i took quick, fleeting steps towards our bedroom.

i leave slightly damp footprints, my skin is still wet from the shower, but i drop the towel that was keeping me covered up as soon as i reach his legs. the fluffy blue fabric pools on the floor and i sink to my knees. his hand doesn’t slow down its movements on his pretty cock, but i boldly lean in and lick a slow stripe to his tip, feeling him twitch ever so slightly on my tongue.

the taste of his skin lingers on the tip of my tongue as he pulls his cock up a little, allowing me to grab the bunched up fabric and pull down those pyjama bottoms, freeing his balls that i quickly take into my warm mouth, one by one. his knee bounces then, at the same time as the back of his head meets the back of the couch.

sebastian lets out a pretty moan as i gently suck on one testicle while holding the other in my hand, tenderly caressing it while keeping my eyes on his bobbing throat. letting out a little hum i snap his attention back to me. back to how my tongue swirls over him. he releases his cock, letting me take over. carefully, lovingly, i hold it in the same way he did, leaning forward a little to press a gentle kiss to the head before sliding it between my lips, inside the warmth that is my mouth, a wet pretty hole for him to savor the feeling of.

“fuuuuck, you’re gonna be good for me, yeah?” i look up at him as he speaks, my eyes wide and doe-like, the way i know drives him insane.

i briefly nod, of course i’ll be good for him , and sink him deeper into my warm mouth, down to my limit. his hips buck upwards a little, having me nearly swallow him whole. obediently, i remove my hand from his shaft and place both my palms onto his thighs.

i take one more breath before his hands caress my wet hair, holding onto it firmly with those long, slender fingers.

“ready?” his voice is ragged already, the need is practically dripping from his every word. i nod in reply, letting him take the lead.

my throat relaxes just in time, for he starts moving me along his cock, using my sweet mouth as a toy while my lips close around his girth.

drool collects at the corners of my lips, and he keeps going, slipping curses and praises alike between his bitten lips, telling me just how beautiful he finds me as i’m swallowing his needy cock. sebastian looks as if he’s ascending, like he’s touching heaven through the pearly gates of my teeth.

my eyes stay peeled, watching as his eyelids flutter shut, dragging out long curses while he picks up the pace, now lifting his hips in time with moving my head. the back of my throat is already sore, but i hang on, letting him use me to his full pleasure, giving him my face to fuck whenever he wants it.

“pretty… ah pretty girl… i’m– ohhh i’m gonna cum, okay?”

a pathetic little whimper leaves my lips, pools around the base of his cock as he asks my permission, as always. it’s always a yes, or a little whining noise, always an imperative that i taste his sticky cum on my tongue and drink it like it’s the elixir of life. 

his grip tightens in my hair, the movements of his hips get more erratic as he reaches his peak, spilling his release into my mouth, making my throat constrict as i swallow around his thick cock head. sebastian’s voice is raspy, broken as he exhales, groaning lowly. he twitches while my mouth takes in everything he gives me.

sebastian gently caresses the top of my head, breathing heavily as he comes down from the intense high, lowering his eyes to meet mine as he grins.

“there we go,” his breathless voice comes out soft, loving, “so good for me, so good .”

slowly, i lift my head, letting his pink tip pop out from my pouty lips with a soft sound. it’s all slick with my saliva, shining under the lights of our living room. i press a gentle kiss to it, smirking as he twitches and gasps from such soft contact.

my towel stays on the floor as sebastian pulls me up into his lap. my legs slot beside him, straddling his bare hips as i lean down to kiss him. it’s impossible to stifle the giggle that leaves me when he smacks my ass, jiggling the flesh with his strong palm. he helps me, lifting my hips to let me sit on his pretty cock, still hard as he enters me, making me throw my head back and groan.

he joins me, cursing under his breath as i sink down onto him again, the familiar stretch never getting old. 

“fuuuck, pretty, that’s it,” he drawls, holding me by the waist as i settle, “that’s my good girl. can’t just give you one load, can it?” his head snaps back to look at me as i trail my hands up his torso and under the pyjama top.

“been feeling needy, hmm?” i tease, a smirk painted on my face as he beckons me with a quick motion of his chin.

“you’ve no idea, froggy… i nearly started without you.” with that confession he reaches my lips, capturing them in a hard kiss as his hips buck upwards into me. 

i whine, rolling my hips against sebastian’s as his hands grip me tighter, pulling me against him harder and rougher than before. needily, he wraps those arms around me, bringing me closer and fucking into me faster. he pulls moan after moan from my throat, letting me breathe only to bite delicious bruises into my collar bones.

my breasts bounce against him, grazing his skin with my nipples with each hard thrust of his sweet tip against my soft walls. it’s almost unfair how quickly he has me unraveling, shaking, and stuttering right here on his lap as he relentlessly moves.

“ ah– fuck, i’m gonna–” i attempt, gasping as he bruises me, leaning lower to take my nipple into his mouth and hum around it. 

“ mmm come on, pretty, i’ve got you.” he murmurs, vibrating my sensitive nub and sending me over the line. my warm walls contract, i shake and i whimper as he moans, switching to the other breast, biting the plump flesh and continuing his quick thrusts. “good girl, there we go,” he releases my breast from his mouth, kissing where he bit earlier, “you can give me another, yeah? one more… just one more.” sebastian doesn’t wait for me to come down from my high, he pulls me down against him more desperately, so wanting as my weeping cunt swallows him over and over as he grunts into my chest. 

relentlessly, he pulls me by the hips faster, overstimulating me to high heavens as his cock prods at my sweet spots with every move. yoba, i always forget how good it feels, no matter how many times we do this. especially when he gets like this, insanely horny like we haven't fucked in a month.

i don't know whether to curse or praise his high sex drive when he flips me over onto my back, immediately climbing over me to push my knees almost up to my chest. 

the cushion seams of the couch dig into my back, but i can't pay attention to them, to anything that isn't sebastian. like in a daze, he leans over me and kisses me tenderly while pushing his thick cock into me again. different angle, getting so much deeper as he kneels on the couch. i moan directly into his mouth and the sound almost invigorates him.

he thrusts into me with the energy of a hundred shots of espresso, desperate to feel my warm, soft walls close up around him, tightening like a vice to keep him inside and drain him of all his pent up energy. 

the lewd sound gets louder with each passing second, skin against skin, his balls against the plump flesh of my ass. it’s so loud, so hypnotizing, rhythmic beat paired with heavy breaths from sebastian’s lips and whiny curses falling from my mouth.

already getting overstimulated, having been pushed into the next high from the first one, i’m whimpering under his touch. he presses his fingertips into my skin, leaving little indents as he holds on for dear life, anchoring himself in me as if he’s not actively punishing my sweet spot with his relentless cock head. 

eyes rolling back, head dipping into the pillow, i shake. gripping his arms pressed into the cushions beside my head, i squirm, my whines get higher in pitch as he curses, leaning in to drag his sweet lips against mine.

“fuck… fuck , pretty i’m gonna– you gonna cum with me?” his syrupy voice drips onto my tongue as i moan, grabbing at his back to pull him closer, pressing him against the backs of my thighs as his hips falter.

a few more rough thrusts against my soaked pussy and he’s done, groaning when my cunt pulls him in, keeps him inside where he’s warm and welcome. holding him tightly to ensure every drop of his release is contained inside me, where it should be. 

our breaths soften, heartbeats slow down, our foreheads connect. his lips start looking for mine, desperate for tender kisses while i lower my shaking legs, feet finally finding purchase around his waist. i hold him close, gently, carefully. sebastian melts on top of me, finally spent as his energy fizzles out.

“longest… week… ever…” he mumbles, lazily kissing me as my legs keep him still, keep him inside me warm and snug.

“never going a week without sex again…” i agree, weakly returning kiss after kiss, gliding my foot over his hips, down to his mid-thighs where his sloppily pulled down froggy pyjama bottoms sit. 

the screen changes and i catch it from the corner of my eye. we’ve completely ignored the film sebastian put on earlier and now the screen is darkened with a passive aggressive message in the center, are you still watching?

sebastian snorts, turning his head away from the screen and resting against me.

“i ain’t watching shit unless it’s my wife’s tits bouncing, thanks, nutflix.” he murmurs, a smug half-smile stretching his lips as he checks for my reaction.

“you need sleep,” i giggle weakly, feeling his weight on my chest, “you’re talking nonsense again.”

“shhhh,” his finger finds its way to my lips, resting on them as his breathing slows, “love you too, froggy.”

i chuckle, resting my eyes as we settle down. “love you baby.”

[deanoheartspie]

hi:) can you please do soldier boy x reader where reader is from Butcher's team and very shy and kinda afraid of soldier boy and one night when everyone is sleeping she is awake (in her fluffy pyjamas which soldier boy finds cute) and eating she realizes soldier boys shield is there and starts examining/touching it AND of course suddenly soldier boy is right behind her so she gets scared but he makes jokes etc so they start talking

Well aren't you cute

Pairing: Y/n fem! x Soldier boy

Warnings: none.

A/n: feel free to send me more asks! I hope I did well!

Y/n had been with Butcher for a few months, working along his side with a few others like Hughie. Butcher complained and cussed as he wondered how they'd possibly take down Homlander little did he know what was coming.

••••

Next thing Y/n knew she was sitting in a motel quietly watching the news when Butcher and Hughie walked in with no other than Soldier Boy... “Well well, what do we have here... A cute lady it seems” the man states with a teasing smirk, her ears red and she turns off the TV disappearing off to the bathroom to hide out.

The woman was never good at being around new people, it made her nervous and shy so sometimes she needed a moment to herself to ease the nerves. When she came out she was dressed in her favorite pink fluffy pajamas that kept her nice in warm in shitty motels such as this one.

Butcher and Hughie were nowhere in sight, they had sent her a text that they had separate motel rooms but that she was in charge of Soldier Boy. She didn't see the man around so she assumed he was tucked away in bed, so digging through her backpack she pulled some snacks out and watched TV. The sound of her bag rustling, chatter coming from the screen of people trying to guess the answers on a game show that was rigged when she heard footsteps behind her causing the woman to freeze.

“Seems like you know how to dress for a party” He snickered, looking her up and down in all honesty he found the pajama set fitting and overall cute since that was exactly what she was.

She blushed and pulled her hands out of the chip bag ripping her hands on some napkins, she didn't say a single word to him but she couldn't help but notice the shield proped up against the bed. “Woah...” the details on the shield were beautiful, she's never been this close to something like this before and honestly? It was pretty cool, it was quite heavier then she thought it would be.

“How did you carry this all the time?” she softly asks her eyes sparkling curiosity.

“Theres handle on the back of it sweetcheeks.” Ben lifts it up like it weighs nothing, which it most likely wasn't heavy at all for him.

As they night went on, the tv was still playing in the background as they both cuddled in the bed while she tried her hardest to explain technology to him, it was not going very well.

“This shit is stupid. Why make everything harder then it needs to be?” Ben huffed out trying to figure out how to work an iPhone.

“You can ask all the rich people that” she whispered with a slight shrug.

��••••

“Good night sweetcheeks.”

[l0serloki]

JJK Boys with an Insomniac Reader

(Nanami, Gojo, Todo, Geto)

masterlist

Nanami Kento : 

Nanami has had lots of experience with bouts of insomnia. 

He tries to make tea and will ask to read you to sleep. If it helps, that's great! But he doesn’t want you to worry if you can't. 

Most of the time he comes home at weird hours during the night anyways. (Not that he wishes to be out during those times..) So selfishly he kind of likes that you’re awake.

He’s the type of boyfriend to sit on the couch with you at weird hours and watch TV and eat snacks. Secretly it’s one of his favorite things to do.

“Darling what are you still doing up?” Nanami’s voice filled the silence as he walked into the house. He slipped his work shoes off quickly and came over to kneel in front of you. You were worn out and you could not for the life of you get to sleep. You hated nights like these. 

“Can’t sleep.” You whispered out as you shuffled over the edge of the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand slithered to your back as he rubbed soothing circles along your skin. 

“That’s alright. Why don’t you just wait here while I shower and then we can watch something? Will that help?” He asked and you nodded. You loved when he would cuddle up with you on the couch, turning on some calming movie for the two of you. 

“Yes please.” You said and he hummed, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss. 

“I’ll be quick darling.” 

It wasn’t even twenty minutes later that Nanami had returned, scooting you into him as he adjusted on the couch. His head rested atop of yours as his arms held you in a tight embrace. There were no words needed as you pressed play on the show and his lips fluttered down to give you a quick kiss. These nights were your favorites. Even if you couldn’t sleep. 

Gojo Satoru : 

Gojo sleeps a little too much. It’s abnormal. 

He notices your lack of sleep and will make a few snarky responses. Nothing bad, just stuff like ‘I'll sleep for the both of us babe’ or ‘Those eyebags look sexy’.

He will ask his students for help about how to get you to sleep. It doesn’t work but it did get a laugh out of you.

In the end he’s not much of a help but if you really want him to stay up with you, he will.

You tossed and turned in bed as your boyfriend snored next to you. You believed that all of the sleep you lacked was going towards him. If he wasn’t up being stupid he was passed out. Your hand rubbed at the side of his cheek, watching his peaceful face. Part of you was jealous. You wished to remember the last time you slept that good.

“Am I just so handsome you have to watch me like a creep?” Gojo’s voice rang out and you jumped. Your hand smacked at his chest as you rolled your eyes.

“You scared me!” You retort and he only gives you a sleepy grin. 

“Sorry babe. Maybe if I do it a few more times you’ll get tired and join me.” He teases and you only sigh.

“Yeah cause that’s likely.” You grunt as he pulls you into his embrace, burying his head into your neck. His voice is soft as he whispers out to you.

“Worth a try.”

Todo Aoi :

Todo tries his best. He even offers to knock you out if it would help you get sleep. (You decline of course.)

He makes sure to get food while he’s out and stuff he knows you like. He may be a big barbarian but he knows your tastes!

He does give really good cuddles and won’t take no for an answer. Even if you say you’re not sleepy he will drag you into bed.

“I can’t seem to sleep. I slept for one hour last night.” You sigh as Todo rests against your shoulder. Your body is slouched against the bed as he peeks up at you.

“Why not?” He raises an eyebrow and grabs your hand in an attempt to calm you. You only shrug in response.

“Just can’t. And nothing I try seems to work.”

Todo seems to take this information in as he nods and then looks up with wide eyes.

“I can try knocking you out if that will put you to sleep. I’ll be gentle.” He says as he smiles, acting as if this was a perfect solution. 

“Todo how could you possibly be gentle while knocking me unconscious?” You question his thought process. He seems to finally understand that maybe that wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Guess you’re right.. I suppose I’ll just have to charm you to sleep.” He grins and you only chuckle.

Geto Suguru :

He notices quickly when you don’t sleep or toss and turn next to him all night. 

There’s not much he can do but he does offer massages and to get you anything that you think might help. 

He gets into a habit of spraying ‘sleeping mist’ around the bed before you two lay down in hopes that maybe it’ll help. 

You felt exhausted. It had been such a long day and it didn’t help that your body still felt the need to be awake. You tossed around in the bed as Geto wrote, his eyes looking up at your uncomfortable form.

“Why are you not asleep yet? Is something bothering you?” His hand rubbed at your back, dark eyes peering down at yours. You just groaned as you scooted over to him. He welcomed you into his arms, putting down his book. 

“I just can’t sleep. I’m worn out but I keep failing.” You whisper out and he only hums. 

“This seems to happen a lot. Maybe we should get you some stuff for this.” He ponders as he continues to soothe your body with his massage. You could only offer a small nod at the idea as you closed your eyes again. Just one more attempt wouldn’t hurt.

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Writer's Block

Zayne x gn!Reader

I've been stuck in a bit of a rut trying to write for these boys, so I decided to write a fic about writer's block to get out of my writer's block. To be honest, I have no idea how it worked as well as it did

Warnings: established relationship, swearing, domestic fluff, writer's block, food, eating, cuddling, forehead kisses, references to Clopidogrel the squirrel

Word Count: 2,436

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The little black bar blinks mockingly at you. The only mark on the empty document, taunting you for your lack of creativity, of imagination, of perseverance. Blink, blink, blink. Waiting for you to type anything. And you come up pitifully short.

You sigh and shut your laptop. You look around the living room, at the little knick-knacks you brought from your apartment when you moved in, the cozy blankets strewn about as the days get colder, and the clock on the wall. You could watch TV, pick out a book from the shelf, put together a puzzle…

You open your laptop again. The empty document continues to mock you.

What do you want to write about? Action? Well, you’ve never been very good at writing fight scenes or thrilling chases. How about some romance? Eh, you have no idea where to start with that, and relationship drama sounds about as appealing as a moldy pizza crust from the bottom of a week-old dumpster. If you were a bit cleverer, you would try your hand at a murder mystery.

“Love?”

You hum.

Zayne comes around the sofa to pick up your empty mug from this morning that sits lonely on the coffee table. He looks down at you skeptically. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“No,” you admit. He’d pry it out of you either way; might as well tell the truth. “My brain is stuck, right now. All I want to do is write, but nothing is coming out.”

“Why not take a break?”

“Because nothing else sounds good to do,” you try to explain. “Trying to do anything else feels bad, but trying to write also feels bad.”

He closes your laptop and sets it on the coffee table. “Let’s start with getting something to eat. We can go to that music-themed diner we saw the other day.”

You sigh, long and drawn out, but the look he gives you advises you not to argue with him. “Okay.”

He smiles slightly. “Your brain needs time to rest, even if all you want to do is push through it.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “Go get dressed. Something warm; it’s chilly outside.”

“Yes, doctor.” You draw yourself up from the cushion, body aching from sitting there for so long. He raises an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek. “Yes, my love.”

“That’s better.” He returns the kiss and heads into the kitchen to rinse out your mug.

You shoot one last glare at your laptop, before going to the bedroom to change.

-

The drive is mostly quiet. The soft hum of the AC pushing warm air throughout the car being the most prominent sound in the silence. You watch the people passing by, walking or biking along. You try to make little stories for some of them.

While Zayne is stopped at a red light, you point out his window at a teenage girl being pulled along by an overexcited dog. “She stole it from the pound.” He chuckles lightly, caught off guard by the sudden remark. “It’s a gift for her little brother, because their parents won’t let them get a pet. She’s gonna say it was running loose when she found it, and, ‘Oh please, can we keep it? We’ll take good care of it!’”

“Will they let her keep it?” he asks as the light turns green.

You huff and sink into your seat, staring back out of your window. “Who knows?”

He reaches over to hold your hand in your lap. His thumb runs over your knuckles, tracing the familiar path it takes every time you’re upset, brushing over the silver ring on your finger. It’s almost Pavlovian how quickly it soothes you. “I think they just might.”

You know it pains Zayne to see you like this, acting like a petulant child just because you can’t think of a few good words. You lean your head on his shoulder. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Mhm, but can I anyway?”

He breathes a quiet laugh. “Yes, you can.”

“Then, I’m sorry for acting like this. Thank you for taking care of me.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Of course. If you would like to make it up to me, we should go to that crepe stand in the park.”

You laugh and pinch his hand. He squeezes you back in return. “Okay, Mr. Sweet Tooth, we can go there after lunch.”

-

The diner is snug. All sorts of band memorabilia line every inch of the walls. The tables are decorated with images of album covers, protected by a layer of see-through plastic. You manage to snag a booth right by the door, giving you a perfect view into the connected gift shop, lined with instruments and CDs.

As you wait for your food, named after old 1980s and 90s songs, you and Zayne catch up. Small updates on how Yvonne and Greyson are doing, in exchange for an odd article you saw on Moments. You tell him about a cat you saw the other day that you forgot to tell him about, and he updates you on Clopidogrel, the squirrel who comes to his office window to beg for nuts. Once the food arrives, though, conversation is exchanged in favor of listening.

Over the old music blaring a little too loudly in the diner, you listen to the full tables of friends and family that chat. You overhear something about an Aunt Mindy who’s just adopted another parrot, despite already owning three. Someone’s boss who keeps microwaving fish for lunch, and the ongoing notes-on-the-fridge war about it. A friend of a friend of a friend who met some celebrity, or so they say, but they can’t be trusted to tell the truth because of such-and-such.

A couple sitting behind Zayne, right beside the entrance to the gift shop, seem to be on their first date. The guy is talking a lot, even speaking over the girl he’s with at some points. You try not to stare when she suddenly blows up about him not listening to her. He talks over her again to try defending himself. It gets so bad, two staff have to tell them to leave so they stop disturbing everyone else. They don’t even get their food as they stomp out, continuing to complain all the while. Zayne shoots you a look that says he knows you’ll be using this for your writing at some point down the line.

Bellies nearly full, with just enough left for a dessert crepe, Zayne takes a moment to take in the decor. There’s one sign high up on the wall that says, “If you remember the 60s, you weren’t there!” It must be quite old. Really, all of the stuff in here could be considered antique. It’s fascinating to see it being appreciated instead of locked away behind glass; given the chance to live again.

“Feeling better?” he asks as he leads you back to his car, parked in a lot nearby.

“Mhm. But now I keep thinking…”

“About what?”

“How glad I am that none of our dates went that poorly.”

He chuckles softly. You smile and hold onto his arm, leaning into him. “Well, there was that time early on…”

You laugh at the memory. “You should have gone right home! I told you not to worry about dinner!”

“I couldn’t leave you to eat at that restaurant alone, exhausted or otherwise.”

“But then I had to drive you back home, anyway! You know how I don’t like driving your car.”

The car in question unlocks with a beep. He opens up the passenger side door for you to get in. “I’m glad my perseverance didn’t ruin your opinion of me,” he says, before shutting the door and rounding the car to get into the driver’s seat.

Once he gets in, you poke his arm. “Of course not. It just meant I had to get on your ass more about overworking yourself.”

“Yet you still ignore my advice…” He gives you a pointed glance as he starts the car. “Do I have to start getting on your ass about overworking yourself?”

“You already are!”

“I could be far more insistent about it than I currently am.”

“Please don’t.”

-

The park by the hospital is familiar and welcoming, as always. A light breeze caresses your cheeks as you start walking side by side, and you’re glad you dressed warmly like Zayne said to. Still, you may or may not have used it as an excuse to walk even closer to him, to “conserve heat” as you fake a shiver. He’s so used to your antics by now, he teases you about the possibility of keeping an extra coat and scarf in his car for you.

The people at the crepe stand know you already. You try not to think about how often you must visit for that to be the case, as they ask if you want your usuals and get to building the crepes exactly as you like. Zayne is just patient enough to let you take a quick photo of both of your treats together to post on Moments. You fondly wipe away a small glop of whipped cream from the corner of his mouth that he misses, and he catches your hand before you can put it on his nose instead.

You walk to a secluded little bench that you’ve practically claimed for yourselves. You’ve never seen anyone else sit here, ever. It’s tucked away beside a small pond, where ducks huddle together as they float, flat beaks tucked under their wings as they enjoy an afternoon nap. The bench itself is old and worn down, covered in lichen and carved into by old lovers. But it’s yours.

You sit side by side, watching the waterfowl and enjoying your treats. When you finish your crepe, you lean your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist to keep you close, indulging in being a little more affectionate in the extra bit of privacy you have here. It feels nice, just being here with him.

“Thank you again for this,” you say softly. You can’t fight the smile that appears on your face when you feel his head rest on top of yours. “The head editor has been hounding us all lately to write something spectacular. As much as I love working for the paper, sometimes it makes writing painful.”

He hums in understanding. His fingers trace mindless shapes against your hip, only stopping when you squirm from how ticklish it is. “You went into a job that makes your hobby into work, but that detracts from the relaxing, fun experience it used to be.”

You sigh. “Yeah. And then the stuff I do end up writing for fun, I hoard to myself. I haven’t done that for years, because I like sharing my stuff with other people. Now, it’s like I have to keep that little scrap of joy all to myself.” You close your eyes and turn your head to press your cold nose against his jacket lapel. “I know I should just quit and find something else to do, but even if I want to write a novel or a book of my own, I’d still be turning my hobby into a job.”

“You would be able to work at your own pace.”

“Then who’s to say I’ll ever finish anything to be able to publish it?”

“What would happen if you didn’t publish anything?” he counters. “Aside from posting on the internet.”

You pause for a minute. If you did quit, start writing for yourself and decide to write a novel, what would happen if it never got published? There wouldn’t be an editor or boss looking over your shoulder, hounding you about deadlines or appealing to a larger audience. And there wouldn’t be people expecting a novel from you unless you bring it up yourself. You could work on a secret project for years with Zayne as your only witness and there would be no worrying about other people getting hype and losing interest when you take longer than expected. Sure, you wouldn’t get paid, but money wasn’t a concern with Zayne’s career, and you could always do a little freelance if you felt like it, or find another job that doesn’t involve writing, so you can keep it as a hobby all to yourself again.

You sigh, as though a huge burden has been lifted from your shoulders, and lean a bit heavier into his side. He welcomes it easily, adjusting his arm to wrap around your back so he can rub your arm. “I’ll put in my two weeks notice tomorrow,” you tell him. “Which means I still have to figure out what to write about for this assignment.”

“You’ll think of something,” he assures. “You can always write about that girl and her stolen dog.”

You chuckle. “Her parents will post up flyers about a missing dog, and an employee at the pound will see it. It’ll be a huge scandal. And just when she thinks she’ll have to give up the dog - which they’ve named Sir Butterton the Third - her parents will finally relent and adopt it.”

You tilt your head up to look at him, and he smiles down at you with those ever-calming hazel eyes of his. “See? You’ve already got a plot synopsis. The rest will come naturally.” He squeezes your hand, which has grown cold after spending so long in the cool breeze and autumn weather. “Now, we should get you home before you catch a cold.”

“You’re out here, too! You could catch a cold just as easily.”

“All the more reason to hurry back.” He stands first and helps you from the old bench. You’re not sure he even consciously thinks about it before doing up your jacket to keep the cold air from getting in. You don’t mind. It gives you a chance to admire the man you’ve chosen as your life partner. He gives you a questioning look. “What’s on your mind now?”

You smile and reach up to playfully adjust his scarf. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering who I should base the dad on in my story.”

His ears turn pink, but he shakes his head, taking your hand from his scarf and leading you back toward the car. “If that’s the case, I would recommend a different name for the dog in your story.”

“Oh? What should it be, then?”

“Aprotinin.”

“I’m not naming the dog after a drug!”

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Netflix and Chill 18+

Reader x Beth Mead

Work count: 4,060

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, squirting, daddy kink, clit teasing, teasing, unprotected sex, Creampies, blow Job, throat pie, rough sex, R doming Beth, Beth Receiving, R using Beth’s folds for friction, cumshot, Positions: Missionary, on side, reverse cowgirl

*Y/n's pov*

It was the second week of camp. We had the next two days off, we were at breakfast I sit down at a table when I get my food. Leah, Lucy, Rachel and Millie join me at the table. The rest of the girls have their own conversation, Beth places her hand on my thigh and gently rubs my thigh.

I bite my lip as I get a bit turned on. "Wanna come back to my room after breakfast and we can cuddle and watch some movies?" Beth asks.

Beth grabs my dick over my shorts, I bite my lip and get more turned on. "S-Sure I'm down." I say.

Beth smiles, and nods. Coach walks in. "Okay ladies, sorry for the last minute notice but we are gonna do film when we are done eating so don't leave when you guys are done eating." We groan as coach says this.

We finish eating, coach turns off the lights so it was pretty dark in the room so we could see the screen. We had couches, and comfy chairs in the Lucy room with us. Me and Beth move to the couch.

I sit down, Lucy and Niamh sit with us on the couch, there wasn't enough room for all three of us so Beth was sitting on my lap.

Beth smiles. "Hey beautiful."

I smile. "Hi love." I smile and greet her.

I bite my lip, as she shifts around on my lap. I can feel how wet she is under her shorts. "B-Beth....you okay?" I ask her stuttering a bit.

"Y-Yes why?" Beth asks.

I didn't want the girls to hear so I lean in and whisper in her ear. "You're soaking wet baby, I can feel your wetness on my leg." I whisper.

Beth  blushes darkly as I say this. "S-Sorry." Beth pauses for a second. "I was really turned on. I was touching myself before breakfast and forgot to put my panties back on." Beth says.

I smirk and nip on her ear and whisper. "Yeah baby? Were you fingering yourself?" I ask teasing her. "So naughty not wearing any panties."

"S-Shut up." Beth says. She squeezes her thighs together and squirms a bit.

I giggle. "You're so cute mmm you're soaking wet baby."

*Beth's pov*

Fuck Y/n is really turning me on. I bite my lip as she whispers dirty things in my ear. I squeeze my thighs together as I feel myself getting more wet. I scoot back onto her lap, I blush darkly and bite my lip as I feel Y/n's bulge rub against my ass from behind.

"S-Shit." Y/n moans quietly.

"Shit baby I can feel your dick throbbing and rubbing against my ass." I moan quietly.

We finish the film and do a quick review, after a little while coach dismisses us. We leave the cafeteria and go back up to our rooms, Y/n follows me back to my room.

*Y/n's pov*

Beth unlocks the door and opens it. We go into her room, I close the door behind us and lock it. "The A/C is busted in here, so we can cuddle and watch movies in our sports bra and underwear." Beth says.

I nod. "I'm okay with that."

Beth nods. "I'll be right back. I need to use the toilet real quick."

I nod, she goes into the bathroom. I take off my shirt and shorts and lay down on the bed. I grab the tv remote and turn on the tv, I turn on Netflix and patiently wait for Beth.

Couple minutes go by, Beth comes back out. She smiles and bites her lip when she sees me in my boxers and sports bra. Beth smiles, she takes off her shirt and shorts leaving her in her sports bra and panties, she join me in bed.

I smile and cuddle her, we flip through Netflix trying to figure out what to watch. "What do you want to watch beautiful." I ask her.

"Mmm what about comedy." Beth says.

I nod, we watch Ride Along, Pineapple express and then No Hard Feelings. I get up and fix the tv, I lay back down in bed and spoon Beth.

*Beth's pov*

I smile as Y/n spoons me and holds me close to her. Y/n presses her front against my back, I blush a bit as I feel her bugle press against my ass. Y/n wraps her arm around my waist, she slips her hand under my shirt traces and slightly scratches my abs.

I bite my lip as this turns me on and makes me wet. I move my ass back against her and slowly grind against her. Y/n quietly moans in my ear, I smirk and bite my lip. I lower my hand and rub her bulge over her boxers.

Y/n moans a bit louder. I lick my palm and slip my hand into her boxers. I wrap my hand around her dick and slowly stroke her dick. Y/n moans and grabs my ass, in pleasure as I continue to stroke her dick.

Mmm fuck, I wanted to feel her inside me so fucking bad. I rub my thumb over her tip and feel her precum leak out. She was really throbbing and really needed a release, I bite my lip to keep in a moan as she squeezes my ass.

*Y/n's pov*

I bite my lip and give her ass a squeeze, I quietly moan in Beth's neck. I place kisses on her neck, Beth pulls my boxers down freeing my dick from its confinement.

She strokes my dick a bit faster I quietly moan and squeeze her boobs. "Mmm fuck." I moan In her ear. Beth presses my tip against her ass as she continues to stroke my dick faster than before.

"Take off my bra baby." Beth says.

I moan and do as she says so, I take off her bra and toss it off to the side. Beth  strokes my dick faster. I moan loudly in pleasure  as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm lower my panties and cum on my ass baby." Beth says.

I moan in her ear. I smirk and get an idea, I slide my dick between her legs and folds. "I'll do you one better and your folds for friction." I moan.

I smirk and rub my dick through her folds. Beth quietly moans as I slowly thrust back and forth sliding my dick between her folds. Beth moans loudly in pleasure as I thrust back and forth faster.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot:

I can't take it anymore, ropes of thick cum glazes her folds, cum shoots onto her thighs, onto her abs. The cum accidentally makes my dick slip inside her. Beth blushes darkly, her eyes widen as my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

Beth bites her lip and slowly slides back and forth on my dick helping me ride out my high as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

"F-Fuck I'm sorry." I moan.

Beth smiles. "It's okay baby you finished in the right place." Beth says.

I smile and nod, I warp my arm around her and hold her close to me as we continue to watch the movie. I smile and kiss her neck and shoulder.

"Mm you're so beautiful." I say.

Beth smiles and leans back against me. "Mmm thank you. So are you baby." Beth says.

I bite my lip as her walls clench around me. "Mmm fuck baby you're so tight. You feel really good clenched around me." I moan in pleasure.

The movie finally ends. "Thank god." Beth says. She takes the blankets out of us, she takes my dick out of her. She lays between my legs and slowly strokes my dick, I moan in pleasure as she strokes my dick.

I bite my lip and  moan as she strokes my dick, faster. I moan as she does this, "mmm fuck." I moan.

"You like that baby?" Beth asks as she strokes my dick even faster. I moan loudly in pleasure, once I'm hard Beth takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Beth hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster. "Holy shit.... Mmm fuck right there." I moan.

Beth massages my balls and sucks the soul out of my dick as she continues to give me head. "Holy shit I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan.

I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. Beth chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. Beth  deep throats me as she continues to give me head.

"Guck...Guck....Guck." Beth makes noise as she deep throats me after 5 more minutes of an amazing blowjob I feel my balls tighten.

"Beth Baby I'm gon-" I'm unable to warn her in time.

*throat Pie*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Beth chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth and down her throat. Beth swallows my load, she gets the last of my cum and swallows it.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Beth giggles and places kisses on my V line and abs. "Mmm you taste amazing love." Beth says.

"Mmm I need more of that dick baby." Beth says seductively.

Fuck that's mmm may have been this hottest thing I've heard. Beth scoots back against me I take off my bra and toss it off to the side. I lift her leg a bit, Beth bites her lip and spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy.

I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Beth moans as she takes my dick deep inside her.

"Mmm so tight and Warm." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm you're really deep in there." Beth moans.

*Beth's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her throbbing inside me she really needed a release. I moan and rest my head against hers, I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so cute and sexy. Her cute moans as she thrusts into me faster than before. I moan In pleasure, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster and harder.

I moan loudly in pleasure. "Fuck daddy, right there right there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and harder than before.

"Mmm I love it." I moan In pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. She was so sexy when she was a Dom, fuck her being Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in addition leagues as my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum. "Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. I squirt all over her abs, dick and all over the sheets.

Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to pound my g spot. Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I wrap my arms around her. I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy. I moan and kiss her deeply, we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game.

Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder than before. My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and really needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot coming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby in close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench spring her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So fucking bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brain out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me. "Mmm F-Fuck." Y/n Cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming. "Mm F-Fuck." I moan.

Beth giggles and moans. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Beth moans loudly in pleasure.

creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Beth moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Beth moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Beth ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes into the bed.

We both moan and lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Beth pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm so can you." I say.

Beth lays in the bed and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed. After we catch our breaths I lay Beth down in Missionary. I smirk and rub my dick through her folds.

"Y/n s-stop teasing and just put it in." Beth moans.

I smirk and slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby." I say letting her get used to my size again.

"M-Move." Beth moans in pleasure.

I smile and kiss her. We both moan in the kiss as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Beth wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer making me go even deeper inside her. We both moan.

"Mmm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as I slowly slide back and forth. Beth moans in pleasure. "F-Faster." Beth moans.

I smirk, I hover over her and thrust in and out of her faster and faster. I moan and kiss her neck, Beth moans and scratches my back.

"Ugh fuck." She moans, her toes curl.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. "Oh fuck, right there. Right there." Beth moans.

My dick slips out from how wet she is. Beth Cutely groans and pouts. "Put it back in, put it back in." Beth says begging.

I quickly slide my dick back inside her, I moan I go at an angle and pound her g spot fast and hard. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Beth screams in pleasure. "I'm gonna squirt."

Beth screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts like crazy.

"Ahh fuck." Beth moans.

I smirk, I continue to pound her g spot going faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck." Beth squeaks out with each thrust.

"Mmm so good, I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Beth giggles. "Is someone close to cumming again?" Beth asks teasing me.

I nod and moan in pleasure. I lean down and kiss her deeply, I smirk against her lips as I feel her walls clench around my dick.

"Need to cum again beautiful?" I ask her.

"So damn bad." Beth moans.

"Let go baby." I moan as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Beth moans.

I lean down and kiss her as I kiss her I feel her juices on my dick and abs. I moan as I continue to thrust into her faster and faster. I moan as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

"Beth baby I'm gon-"

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Beth moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

I help Beth ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My thick cum oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds and oozes onto the bed.

We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breathes. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Beth pants out. I smirk, I wrap my arms around her and pull her back. We both lay down, her back to my tits, I spread her legs a bit with my own. Laying us in the reverse cowgirl position.

Beth moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it back in, put it back in." Beth cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick back inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more." Beth says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Beth moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Beth moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Beth moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Beth screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. we aren't stopping until you give me every last drop of cum." Beth moans.

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Beth screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Beth moans and shudders as I do this, Beth moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "B-Beth baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop don't stop." Beth moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Beth know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Beth moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Beth moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Beth. I help Beth ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me." Beth moans.

I smirk. "Good, hehe I stuffed you full." I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

We lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. Once we catch our breath we shower together. Let's just say that we went another round in the shower. Once we are dried off we get dressed.

"Mmm I'm starving." Beth says.

"Mmm you wanna get dinner love?" I ask her.

"Yes I'd like that." Beth says.

I smile and nod, we finish getting dressed and get ready. We grab our phones and wallets. Beth grabs her key card, we put our shoes on and leave the room.

We leave the hotel and go to a nice Italian restaurant. We order food and make small talk, this is the happiest I've been in a long time.

Beth and I drink whine and eat our food. Beth reaches over and holds my hand. "Y/n.... I." She trails off for a second.

"Hey." I look at her. "What's going on in the beautiful that pretty head of yours?" I ask.

"I like you Y/n. I really like you, more than friends." Beth says.

I smile and kiss her hand. "I like you too Beth, more than friends."

"Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" Beth asks.

I smile. "Yes, a thousand times yes. I will be your girlfriend Beth."

Beth smiles and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss her back. We finish eating dinner, we pay the bill and head back to the hotel.

It was now 9 pm. We decided to call it a night, we get ready for bed. Beth smiles and cuddles with me, I smile and hold her close to me. I kiss her. Mmm I can get use to this, I fall asleep and hold Beth in my arms.

[nebula-chao-agere]

You guys had to have expected this at some point

Also, I would just like to note, that some of these are exclusive to certain plot lines, but since it’s Sonic, I’m kinda of blurring the lines of the plotlines ig??? Like, I’m making headcanons based on SA2 and Prime, so do with this what you will.

Regressor! Shadow

(!¡! Diaper/Pull-up mention !¡!)

He is an itty bitty baby, and regressed due to unbelievable amounts of trauma and just a lack of childhood. He deserves the absolute best.

Shadow is the fussiest little hedgy to ever grace the earth.

He has a collection of shark plushies and other assorted items/toys.

His headspace ranges from 3 all the way down to completely nonverbal. He’s not very good at pinpointing what age he feels because he has no concept of what childhood feels like.

Shadow really likes to wear baggy clothes when little, even though he doesn’t wear clothes normally. Big sweaters and sleeper onsies are ideal.

He doesn’t really understand the concept of diapers, but knows they’re for babies, so he enjoys wearing them just for comfort.

Shadow actually doesn’t understand most ‘little’ things and gets really upset about this fact. He will melt down over the fact that he doesn’t understand why children can’t just do things on their own, because relying on someone or asking for help is such a foreign concept to him.

Little Shadow didn’t know he wanted to be cared for or shown affection until it was really given to him. Rouge was the first to know about Shadow’s regression, and ever since, “Mimi” Rouge has shown him real (platonic) affection and now that the little one has had cuddles, he refuses to let them stop. He’s just a clingy little baby.

-Rouge is probably Shadow’s main caregiver. Sonic is more of an older sibling who regresses with him, but will take on a sort of caregiver role if he’s not regressed with him and Rouge isn’t there.

Instead of movies, sensory videos, or any sort of TV, little Shadow likes to watch livestreams/live video of sharks and fish at aquariums.

He’s a sassy and fussy little baby who has probably bitten before. Little Shadow does not really get along well with Little Sonic unless he’s feeling extra small, sleepy, or he just really doesn’t have it in him to fight with Sonic.

While being a fussy little goober, he’s actually one of the more calm little ones. As long as he has everything he could want (stuffies, snacks, movies, bottle, etc - just anything he needs in the moment to feel comfortable and fulfilled at the moment) without being asked to do anything, or even just being spoken to, he’s actually just a chill little guy.

-Though it can make no sense at times, there are times where, even when regressed, Shadow just needs some time alone. Whether he just needs the time to think or reflect or just to be little on his own, it’s okay to have alone time when you’re little too.

Rouge and Shadow have a made up language for safe words, just in case saying ‘no’ is too scary or saying anything at all in the moment is already daunting.

Shadow has a lot of trouble with any caregivers, not liking being told what to do in any sense. He doesn’t understand why he needs to be watched over or watched and parented when regressed, but after a small tumble that occurred in the living room after he was asked to pick up his toys, he started to understand a better.

“I don’t want to…” the regressed hedgy mumbled, crossing his arms and stopping his foot a bit. Rouge sighed softly. “Sweetie, if you can just put away your toys in the toy box by the time Mimi comes back, we can watch the shark videos tonight before bed, okay little guy?” Shadow continues pouting as Rouge walks into the kitchen to quickly clean the dishes. Not watching where he was walking, he went to go sit over on the couch, but stumbled over some of his blocks on the floor. Tears sprung to his eyes, even it hadn’t hurt all that bad, Shadow having been through far worse, it still frightened the regressed Shadow. Rouge heard the tumble and quickly rushed in, finding the misty eyed hedgehog breathing shakily as he carefully situated himself so he sat on his knees now. “Baby! Hey! Little guy, what happened?! I didn’t even fully step out of the room!” She pointed out. Shadow didn’t even turn to look at her, far too stubborn. With shaky hands, he started to move his blocks and other toys to the toy box like Mimi asked. Rouge looked worriedly over him, but smiled softly when he got all his toys put away. After which, he crawled over to Rouge, and softly cried to her shoulder. He was just an itty bitty baby… “Mimi…I feww down.” Shadow finally admitted. “I’m sor’y I didn’ c’ean up m’ toys.” He sniffled, shivering a bit as he sat in her lap.

He has a lot of nightmares, and gets very uncomfortable talking, about space. Being stuck in The Void in Sonic Prime and Space Colony ARK for a huge part of his life, it’s a very uncomfortable and isolating topic for him. Most people find space to awesome while he wants to curl up and hide away from it.

-Silver had only good intentions when he bought Shadow the glow in the dark stars for his room, not expecting a small Shadow freak out. It wasn’t a big panicky freak out, but he went nonverbal and closed himself off to everyone else in the room. Silver didn’t know, but would later gift the stars to Sonic instead, and got Shadow some new bath toys with some recommendations from Rouge.

Shadow gets flustered easily by little nicknames far too easily, and will the act like a ‘big boy’ but after a few minutes of little names, praise, and tons of kisses on his cheek, you’ll have a giggly little hedgy in no time.

Surprisingly, he has little to no shame with his little stuff. He’ll be having a normal conversation, and in the middle of someone talking, he’ll pull out his pacifier and pop it into his mouth and act like it’s the most normal thing ever. He doesn’t really understand that it’s not a normal thing for someone to want to do, but he also knows that any judgment will be kept to themselves, Shadow having the ability to easily kick just about anyone’s ass.

Bottles >>> Sippies

Rouge LOVES to spoil this little guy, and has dedicated most of her living room to be a safe play space for little Shadow. She has done everything she can to make it feel like a genuine play space for a child, not just a makeshift attempt for an adult who’s never experienced childhood. She wants to give Shadow a taste of a real childhood.

-He loves playing on the road carpet with his toy cars, especially when Sonic comes over. Silver likes playing with their plushies more when he comes over, the two having a closer headspace, while a Sonic is like the older cousin coming over to play.

(I’m so sorry my energy/motivation are DEPLETED right now. Trying to post stuff still, I swear.)

[billslittlebaby]

You should do a 2005 Bill fluff!! For example like Bill is sick and clingy so the reader takes care of him and then he begs for cuddles but the reader is like “Bill I cant your sick” and then he just whines and begs till she gives in and then they cuddle each-other to sleep!!

sorry for inactivity but ofc !!

made for female readers ! / warnings ; none !

you were over at the twins house during winter break for a few days, everything was fine and you and Bill were having fun till one morning Bill woke up to feeling sick, you basically had to take care of him all on your own since his parents had to go to work and Tom was hanging out with some friends.

You were downstairs making soup for Bill to help relieve his fever, while he was upstairs in bed watching TV. Although Bill wasn't particularly interested in what was on, he was feeling very clingy. Eventually, he got out of bed and made his way downstairs to the kitchen.

You were completely unaware of Bill as he made his way downstairs until he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist while you were cooking. “Baby, hurry up... I want to hold you,” he complained. Startled, you turned around to face him. “You scared me! Bill, I love you, but I don’t know if we should cuddle. I don’t want to get sick…”

He let out a soft sigh at your words. “Please… you won’t get sick, and it’ll make me feel better.” You sighed at his insistence, replying, “Bill, maybe after. Let me just finish making this first.” You gently moved out of his grip and walked to the cabinet next to the stove. As you reached up to get a bowl, you realized you couldn't quite reach it. Turning back to him without saying a word, you subtly hinted that you needed him to help. He easily reached up to grab the bowl and placed it on the counter before making his way to the dining table.

You smile softly as he places the bowl on the table and you whisper a gentle, "Thank you.." After that, you pour some soup into his bowl and set it on the dining table along with some utensils. You head back to the kitchen to quickly clean up the slight mess you made while preparing his soup. Once you're done, you return and sit down beside him. You gently take one of his hands from the table and intertwine your smaller hand with his, rubbing it gently as he eats with the other hand.

Once he’s finished eating, he looks at you without saying a word. You both stand up, and you gently take his bowl and place it in the sink for his mother to wash later when she gets home. You feel a bit guilty for having declined his earlier request to hold you. So, you walk back toward where he’s standing and look up at him. “O-okay… let’s go upstairs..I’ll let you hold me now..”

He smiled at your words, gently taking your hand back in his as he led you upstairs. You both made your way into his bedroom, where he guided you to the bed. As you lay down, he looked at you with a content smile before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "You're so pretty," he said, before lying down beside you and holding you in his arms. You talked for a little while, but eventually, he got tired and fell asleep on you, causing you to drift off peacefully in his embrace.

( Hii guys sorry for this being a bit short, I wasn’t sure what else to put down, and I’m so extremely sorry for being inactive I kept telling myself I would post and just never did until now ofc, I went through my inbox and found this so I hope whoever requested this enjoys this, anywayssss send more requests bye bye ! )

[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 9

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I got hella distracted trying to write this! Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait. If you missed it, this is the time travel/soulmate au with Elvis and a fem!reader. It's still 2016/1966.

Need to catch up? Here's my masterlist.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, FLUFF (this chapter is pretty tame)

Word count: ~1.9k

Instead, you lay together intertwined so that you can't tell where he ends and you begin.

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In the morning, you awaken to him watching you sleep. When you stir and open your eyes, he kisses your forehead gently.

"Good morning, honey."

"Hi. Did you sleep?"

"A little bit. I was kind of afraid this was a dream. And I didn't want to wake up." You snuggle into him and wrap your arms around him.

"This is real. I'm real."

"I'm so glad." You look up at him from where your head is on his chest.

"You didn't leave last night."

"I know. I don't plan on leaving any time soon."

"Elvis-"

"Let's just not talk about it right now. Please."

"Okay." You know the argument needs to happen, but not right now. It's too nice to just lay in his arms again. Honestly, you wouldn't mind it if he stuck around for a while.

The alarm on your phone goes off. You only have half an hour to pack up and check out of the hotel. Then you'll need to begin the long drive back to your house. You flick the tv to the weather channel just to check the weather for the trip. It's still February, so you never know what might be happening.

You gasp and sit up when you see the map. There's a snowstorm covering your entire area of the country. You look back down at Elvis and he sits up too.

"We need to go. Now."

"Is that snow?"

"Yes. We need to get back there before it's too bad." His eyes sparkle with excitement.

"I love snow." He pops up out of the bed and starts gathering things from around the room, eager to get on the road.

Twenty minutes later, you're walking down to your car with your suitcase. Once you settle into the car, you begin the long journey back to your house.

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You finally make it home after the two-day drive, stopping at a motel for the night in between. This time you only get one bed and spend the whole night cuddled up together. The hours spent driving are filled with conversation and laughter that bring you closer together with each mile that passes. And when you don't talk, you sing. He loves how you can harmonize with him and the music you make together is beautiful. Sometimes he just listens as you sing along to a song he doesn't know. And sometimes you listen to him, especially when it's a particularly soulful gospel song. Overall, the trip serves as a reminder of your affection for each other and by the end of it you're as much in love as you've ever been.

When he pulls into your driveway, the snow is already coming down pretty heavily and you're glad he is there to drive for you. You run into the house and drop your suitcase in the foyer. He lifts you in his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

"Which way?" You direct him to your room, where he kicks open the door and half tosses you on the bed, both of you laughing. He crawls in on top of you and pushes his hips into yours. Then, he lays his head on your shoulder.

"Honey, as much as I want to fuck you tonight, I'm exhausted."

"Oh thank God. Me too. Can we just sleep?" You laugh and kiss his forehead. He kisses your lips and then lays next to you.

"When did we get old?" He turns his head and looks at you.

"Speak for yourself. I'm only 29." He rolls over on top of you again and kisses your neck aggressively, tickling your sides.

"Oh, I'm old? Am I too old, honey?" You giggle and try to wriggle away from him.

"Stop! No! Never! You said you were old!" He continues to tickle you with his chin on your chest and you laugh hysterically. He laughs too as you wrestle and eventually get to where you're straddling him as he lays on his back.

You collapse on his chest and he holds you while you both try to catch your breath.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Elvis." He kisses the top of your head. You both kick off your shoes and then you settle into the crook of his arm.

"We should put on pajamas."

"Yeah, we should."

But you don't. You both fall asleep in your clothes, snuggled together on your bed.

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You wake up to the sound of Elvis opening the drapes in your bedroom.

"Look at the snow!" He is practically giddy with excitement.

"What time is it?"

"Time to get up!"

"Elvis. I don't really like the snow." You feel like you're about to break his heart with this admission and he does look rather stricken.

"You don't? Why not?" You really don't want to tell him, but you've never been good at keeping secrets from him.

"Honestly? Snow makes me wish I had children to play in it."

"Oh, honey." He comes back to the bed and kneels down beside you. You sniffle and try to hide the fact that you're about to cry. He kisses your cheek and then strokes your hair.

"I just want to stay in bed today." He looks at you and considers your request.

"Nope. We're going outside. I'm your kid today."

"Elvis-"

"No excuses." He throws the covers off of you and you groan. "Please. For me."

You sit up and look at him pouting like a little boy. It won't hurt anything to go outside with him. You stand up out of bed and his whole face lights up.

Once you're both dressed in appropriate snow attire, he drags you outside. There's a good 10-12 inches of fresh powder on the ground, so there's plenty to play in. He starts by laying on top of you to make a snow angel. You laugh as he moves your arms and legs.

"I've never made a snow angel like this before." You giggle.

"You've never made 'em with me before." He kisses you on the mouth deeply before pulling you to stand up. You turn to admire your angel and as you do, he grabs a fistful of snow and chunks it at your back.

"Hey!" You turn around and he hits you in the chest with another one. You grab a handful of snow and throw it back at him. It hits him on his shoulder and he runs at you, throwing you over his shoulder while you scream. This continues for a while before he has the idea to build a snowman.

You roll and pack snow until you step back to admire your handiwork. He's not pretty, but he'll do. Elvis wraps himself around you from behind and kisses your cheek. That's when he notices you're shivering. He sings in your ear.

"Baby it's cold outside." And you nod. You feel like your socks are soaked through. "Let's go in and get warm. It'll be dark soon anyway."

You look at the sun where it hangs low in the sky. You've spent the whole afternoon outside playing in the snow with him. Together, you make your way back to the front door. Once you're inside, you begin the process of stripping off your wet clothes. While you do that, you order a pizza to share. It comes and you sit at your small dining table and eat.

"I'm gonna make us a fire. Does your fireplace work?"

"Yes! And I even have firewood."

"Good. Gather up some blankets." You do as you're told and he moves the coffee table and builds a fire for you. Then, he lays out the blankets on the floor and makes a sort of pallet for you to lay on together.

"C'mere." He settles himself on the blankets and pats the space next to him. You lay down next to him and he wraps you in his arms. For the first time since this morning, you're actually warm.

"This is nice."

"It is." He kisses your ear and you shiver for a completely different reason. You turn to look at him and he runs his fingertips down the side of your face. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours gently. His hand finds its way to your hip and he plunges into a more passionate kiss, pulling your hips in to his. You feel him hardening as your tongue slides against his.

He begins to undress you, layer by layer, removing his own clothes as he goes. Eventually, you're both naked, pressed against each other on the blankets, the fire crackling behind you. He drags his fingertips down the side of your body and back up again. This gives you goosebumps, so you scoot in closer to him, laying your leg over his hip. He's fully hard now, his dick pushing against your lower stomach.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, baby?" Your eyes are locked together as he gently moves his hand over your body.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your body is incredible. And I love your soul with my entire being." He kisses your lips softly.

"I love you too-"

"I'm not finished yet."

"Please continue then." He smiles and kisses you again.

"You are the other half of me. I love your passion, your heart for others, and the way you love me. I can't imagine my life without you." You look into his eyes, not sure where he's going with all of this.

He lifts your leg and gently pushes his cock inside you, filling you slowly. He holds your hip with his hand and begins to slide in and out of you.

"Nothing about me makes sense without you. And I want you- I need you- more than anything else on earth." He moves a little faster, fucking into you passionately. You start to sweat a little as the combination of the pleasure and the fire heat you up. He's sweating too and the places where your skin meets are burning and wet. He pushes your hair back, running his fingers through it. Then, he rolls over on top of you without pulling out. He moves faster and faster as he pumps in and out of you, kissing your neck and your chin up to your mouth.

"I am more in love with you than I ever thought was possible. I belong to you, body, heart, and soul." He continues to push in and out of you with more and more speed and intensity. You feel your climax begin to build and pray that you'll be able to reach it together. As the tension continues to grow, he kisses your mouth deeply and rolls his hips forward to meet yours over and over. Finally, the coil snaps and you feel your body float as the blood rushes from your center out to your fingertips and back again. At exactly the same time, he shudders and shoots you full of his warmth. He pumps weakly a couple more times and then kisses your mouth. He pulls back and looks into your eyes.

"I'll say it a thousand times. I love you, y/n. I'm staying here with you. And I want you to marry me. Will you?" Your heart skips. That's what he was building up to. A battle rages inside you for thirty seconds and then it stops and you know there's only one answer.

"Yes."

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Chapter 10 coming soon!

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[cyberrfangs]

“Popcorn?”

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IN WHICH…

You and Nick spend a calming and cozy night to just yourselves. Cuddled up to each other in the comfort of the couch, enjoying a movie.

WARNINGS: male!reader

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IT was an ideal June night. The weather was warm yet carrying a pleasing, chill breeze to it.

PERFECT for cozying up under blankets and relaxing.

NOW, in the comfortable confines of the triplets house. You and Nick were ready for your night together.

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Sat in the living room, Nick to my left as his head rested on my shoulder while the both of us were occupied on our phones.

A sudden gasp from Nick drove my head to turn to him almost immediately, noticing a TikTok video playing on his phone and a colorful grin on his lips.

“What?” I spoke, tilting my head uncomfortably so I could look at him. His eyes coming to meet mine.

“We should have a movie date night, we have pretty much all of the things we need here,” Nick said, handing me his phone as I watched the video of a woman and her significant other preparing for a movie night together.

The idea began to grow on me the more i watched the video. Watching as the lady set out snacks and cozy blankets, Netflix opened on the TV just visible to the camera.

“Well, why not? Looks fun.” I smiled lightly, passing his phone back to him as he sat up.

“Okay, I’ll go and get the snacks ready. Go grab some blankets and pillows from my room.” Nick spoke to me over his shoulder as he walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.

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The savory smell of freshly-popped popcorn filled my nostrils as I brought the last few blankets and pillows down to the living room, setting them onto the pile I had started on the couch.

“Nick?” I called out, huffing at the lack of a response from him. My feet already leading me into the kitchen, my eyes falling onto the empty popcorn bowl and the few bags of candy sitting on the countertop. Then to Nick, his headphones over his ears.

“Nick,” I called again, a ghost of a smile lingering on my lips as the faint sound of Nick's voice humming along to the melodies chimed softly throughout the room.

I leaned against the doorframe, his head turned towards the microwave as bagged popcorn popped from within. Completely unaware of me just a few steps away from him.

“Nick!”

Suddenly, he turned towards me. His slightly widened blue eyes met mine, an uncontrollable smile spreading across my face as a laugh slipped from my lips once he took his headphones off.

“I've been trying to get your attention, what were you even listening to?” my amused voice rang out, stepping towards him as I observed him pause the music connected to his phone. A familiar album across the screen.

“It's not my fault. I was listening to Kesha.” he laughed, turning back towards the microwave as it beeped. Immediately catching both of our attention.

I watched as Nick opened the microwave, the persistent beeping stopping as he did so. His hands worked to pour the steaming bag of popcorn into the previously empty bowl, the kernels tumbling to the bottom of the bowl.

“Could you take the candy to the living room? I'll get the popcorn.” he nodded his head toward the bags of sweets on the counter, tossing the empty bag into the trash before taking hold of the bowl and heading to the living room. Me following shortly behind him.

A sigh fell from him as he stepped foot into the space, setting the bowl on the coffee table. Turning to me with a look of playful dissatisfaction.

“What? I brought the pillows and blankets down, just like you asked.” I laughed, finding amusement in his expression.

“Yeah, you brought them down. But you didn't set them up, how are we supposed to watch a movie in comfort if all the blankets and pillows are in one big pile?” Nick expressed, a sigh escaping him as he walked over to the bundle. Beginning to sort the pillows from the blankets.

“Get over here and help me.” he waved me over, a playful grin on his lips.

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The next ten minutes were spent sorting, choosing, and situating all of the comfortable items around the couch. Me and Nick both ending up cuddled up to each other once we were finished. His head against my chest and our legs tangled with one anothers.

The coffee table was now moved closer to the couch, making it easier to reach for the bowl of popcorn and bags of candy. For the sake of both of our comforts.

“Okay, now we just have to think of what movie to watch,” I murmured, flicking through different streaming platforms before Nick spoke up.

“I mean, we could always watch Edward Scissorhands,” he suggested with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Can't go wrong with that.” I couldn't help but agree, my fingers working to get to the beloved movie. The beginning of the film bringing a sense of familiarity to me as it started.

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NOTE:

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🏳️‍🌈

A little late into the month already but I finally got something posted.

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[whispering-ways]

•♡✧ movie cuddles ✧♡•

✯ summary: you and tamaki have your first date and watch a movie together

✯ pairing: tamaki amajiki x reader

✯ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✯ notes: nothing really, hope you guys like the story :)

“Where did I put it?” you say, looking through your closet for your tote bag. It was the last thing you needed before you went to Tamaki’s dorm room for your movie date. Movie date. The words themselves made you blush.

You’d had a crush on him for a while now, since you first became friends really. I mean, you’d always had a thing for shy boys, so it didn’t surprise you but it was more than that. Although many people couldn’t look past his shyness and his introverted nature, you found it endearing.

He’d grown to have a little confidence though; it honestly made you proud to see him be able to speak up for himself and be more outgoing but at the same time keep that same old timid personality that you adored so much.

It surprised you when he texted you last week asking whether you’d like to go out on a date with him. At first, you two were going to the theaters, but Tamaki seemed a little apprehensive about the crowd given that it was a really popular movie.

Eventually, you’d both settled on just having a comfy movie night at his apartment so he wouldn’t have to worry about spiking his agoraphobia. After what seemed like ages, you finally found your bag. You put your share of the snacks that you were bringing to the date along with your water bottle and sent Tamaki a quick text telling him that you were on the way.

Tamaki was making his bed when he heard his phone chime from his desk. He reached over to see it was you texting to let him know you’d be over in 15 minutes and suddenly his nerves shot to 100. He wanted everything to be perfect. He’d set up his bed with the comfiest blankets he had and even got your favorite snack: Chocorooms. Although you both were originally going to see the new All Might movie coming out in theaters, you both agreed on just staying inside and watching an old Barbie movie.

Frankly, he had never watched any Barbie movie, but he knew you loved them since you were a little kid, so he suggested that you both watch Barbie of Swan Lake. He was so excited for this date; it’d taken him weeks to build up the courage to ask you out. When you said yes, he was on cloud nine for the entire day. He was lost in thought thinking of you and the soon-to-be date, when he heard you knock at the door. He tried his best to calm his nerves before heading over to the door to let you in.

“Hi Tamaki! Thanks for inviting me over!” you say, as cheery as ever. Tamaki thought you looked adorable; you had hoodie and sweatpants on, but somehow you made the simple outfit look so lovely. He gave you a shy wave and let you inside.

“H-hey, just uhh...make yourself..um...comfortable and you know what’s mine is yours. There’s a couple snacks on my desk if you maybe wanna eat,” said Tamaki in his soft voice as he went over to his TV to set up the movie. You went over to his desk to look at your snacks and to your surprise he had your favorite snack! You don’t even remember whether you told him or not.

“Aww Tamaki, how’d you know these were my favorite? Did you get these just for me?” you say holding up the bag of Chocorooms.

“Y-yeah, I think you mentioned it once when we...umm...went to the mall and I-I thought you’d like these for the movie,” he said still meddling around with some cables trying to hook up his laptop to the TV. Finally after couple moments, he had the movie up and loaded. He walked over to the light switch. After asking whether you'd like the lights on or off, and you saying you prefer them off, he switched the lights off. Then, he sat next to you on the bed, albeit a couple inches away from you, but you chocked that up to his shyness. In all honesty, you were a little glad. Maybe if he was closer he’d be able to see how much you nervous you were.

As the movie progressed, you both got more comfortable with each other. You’d point out small details in the movie and funny moments where the animation look a bit wonky and you’d both share a laugh. Tamaki slowly started inchin closer to you until eventually his shoulder was barey touching yours. Well, not quite touching your shoulder; you were both wrapped up in individual blankets and you couldn’t quite feel his shoulder anyhow. That didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks.

After a while, Tamaki looked over to you as if he wanted to say something, but chose to not to say anything.

“Did you want to ask something Tamaki?” you ask, feeling his eyes darting back and forth between you and his twiddling thumbs.

“Well...uhh...I was just wondering whether you’d maybe want to share a blanket? It’s okay if you don’t, but like...uhh... it’s winter so w-we’d be warmer if we shared a blanket, you know?” he said nervously.

“Of course that’s okay! Here, let me rearrange the blanket real quick,” you say, shifting the blanket so that it rested around you two, bringing you both closer than before. Tamaki was right, it definitely was warmer now. The warmth was making you a little sleepy, so you carefully laid your head on his shoulder to get more comfortable. Tamaki immediately froze up, unsure what to do and incredibly grateful that the darkness of the room hid how beet red he was. But after a while, he was able to ease into it and laid his own head against yours.

Slowly as you both got more and more relaxed, you both ended up cuddling. By the end of the movie, Tamaki had his arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you in close and you were holding hands. You were more focused on being able to be so close to him than watching the movie at this point, so it surprised you to see the credits playing. It seemed like you’d just came to his room and now the movie was over and you’d have to head back to your room.

You’d gotten a bit accustomed to his warmth that you frankly felt a little sad when he had to get up to turn the TV off. He started cleaning up the snacks from the bed before turning towards you, a rosy pink blush dusting his cheeks.

“W-would you maybe wanna sleep over?” he asked hesitantly.

You’d never said yes quicker in your life.

[edgessunflower]

Hi, cutie pie. Can I request PCOS comfort with poly! Judgement Day? Because of this syndrome of mine, I'm basically growing a beard under my chin and my mom said I look like a man if I don't shave, maybe you could do something like the boys and Rhea helping reader to shave?

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Pairing: Judgement day x Fem reader

Description: Your partners help you deal with your PCOS especially with your unwanted facial hair

Embarrassment floods through you looking in the mirror only to notice the small patch of little hairs under your chin making tears form in your eyes as Dom walks in. You lean against him as he wraps his arms around you with his chin on your shoulder "What's wrong pretty girl?" the pet name makes your heart swell and crack as you sigh slowly lifting your face up where he sees "Oh baby it's okay this can be taken care of" all your partners knew of your condition with PCOS and knew that it made you self conscious with what it did to you from the chin hair, bad acne, to oily skin, and your period being chaotic as all hell but your partners always helped you in anyway they could and never judged you for your condition and when it affected you badly like right now as dom holds you "What's going on loves?" you smile seeing Rhea as she brushes her hair watching dom grab a razor "Starting to get stubble?" she laughs at his offended look before you show her your chin making her run her hands along your cheek "We could wax this" your eyes widen remembering the last time Finn waxed your chin when the two of you were at home while the others were on the road turning when you hear Damian chuckle before pressing a kiss on your forehead. After talking for a bit rhea came back in the bathroom with an eyebrow razor sitting you on the sink counter slowly gliding it along your chin while damian made breakfast downstairs with finn cracking jokes and dom gently teaching you how to use a normal razor if you needed to use it and rhea doing the same with the eyebrow razor since you didn't use them opting to just pluck the hairs with tweezers and letting finn wax it one time and once only after the waxing made your chin bleed a little smiling as you look at your now smooth chin before heading downstairs and having breakfast together leading to now as you lay on damian wrapped in his arms watching tv who noticed that you were in a bit of pain and more tired but that didn't bother him giving you Tylenol and snuggling you "Go to sleep Mariposa we'll be here" the other three smile seeing you asleep on damian before waking up an hour later grabbing and putting on dom's hoodie feeling more tired than you had before dozing off until you feel yourself be lifted off the couch opening your eyes slightly to see finn carrying you to bed tucking you in as rhea wrapped you in her arms rubbing her hand on your side under the hoodie and loose shirt. The next day all of them each told and taught you how to shave in case you needed to while all of them were on the road and couldn't do it for you or help you melting at how caring they were smiling as you are tucked between damian and rhea in bed watching tv after dinner smothered in cuddles, love, and kisses until you fell asleep to dom rubbing your arm and molded against damian listening to his heartbeat after each of you shared a soft kiss and an I love you to each other.

[skz1-4-3]

MY DEMON CH.1

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Pairings : DEMON!Hongjoong x reader , slight Wooyoung x san(not detailed , just a lot of skinship between those and lolevly chemistry)

Warnings : not proofread , Mentioning of blood , stabbing , choking(in a movie reader will watch) , harassment(reader gets harassed by men on the streets at night). Gore , head being sliced of by unknown power , knife. LMK if i missed something that could be triggering. <3

Word count : 1.7k (1,721 to be exact)

Readers POV : „you…“

Y/n POV : „I…“

no direct interaction with hongjoong yet , but i promise in the next chapter there will be.

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„No, please ! Stay with me , you can’t leave me. Im begging you!“

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-1 YEAR BEFORE THE DAY OF THE INCIDENT-

[READERS POV]

You grunted as, you finally carried the last box into your new home, from the van . Your aunt had just passed away due to a tragic car accident, she was the last family member you had left , but now shes gone aswell. Somehow every single one of your family member all died due to tragic events.

You emptied each box and settled down on the slightly dusty couch that got a little damaged from the transport. You prior lived in busan , a small town in South korea and now you were here in Seoul , the city you and your aunt dreamed of visiting before her death.

„I should probably go grocery shopping , since i had to throw everything away“ you sighed , tired from moving. You stood up , grabbed your new keys and drove to the nearest store to buy some food and other things you might think were necessary.

„okay lets see , first lets get some food , i already have enough water at home so no need to worry about that for the time being“ you said out loud , even though there was nobody around that you talked to. You walked down the aisle , scanning the shelves to check if you needed anything in particular . Nothing looking infront of you, you accidentally walked into something or rather someone.

„Oh my , im so sorry. I wasn’t watching where i was going.“ you apologized and bowed to the person you walked into , as they put a hand on your shoulder.

„Please do not bow , its alright.“ a male deep voice said and you raised your head to look at the owner.

„My name is mingi by the way and these three are yeosang , san and wooyoung.“ he introduced himself and his friends to which they all nodded and two of them-san and wooyoung- gave a little wave and ‚hey‘

„Nice to meet you , my name is Y/n“ you spoke and gave them a little smile , they seemed so nice and had a friendly aura. Especially mingi , his aura basically gave you energy . You could see their auras thanks to your moms witch side,that flowed through your veins.

„where are you from by the way ? I can hear an accent“ Mingi asked you , tilting his head in curiosity. You told him that you were from busan and you all had a fun conversation about anything that came to your minds.

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..2 MONTHS LATER

-10 MONTHS BEFORE THE INCIDENT-

This encounter was 2 Months ago . Along your journey you all became good friends , almost family. Everything felt natural , you had also met Seonghwa , Yungo and jungho . Today you were all hanging out at you apartment, having another sleepover . You all gathered around and on the couch.

„So what we gonna do?“ Wooyoung asked and everyone turned to look at him . Mingi suggested to watch a horror movie and everyone agreed ,since halloween was approaching anyways. So you gathered some blankets and pillows ,to built a small nest ,to sit in. Everyone sat down comfortably , you were between mingi and yeosang,while wooyoung and san were cuddling each other. Seonghwa and jongho were on the couch, while yunho turned on the selected movie on the TV and proceeded to sit down infront of you and lied his head down ,between your legs. You put a blanked on him ,so it was warm and cozy .

The horror movie felt more like a thriller, as it showed a scene ,where blood was splashing basically everywhere. The character shown on screen was being brutally murdered and stabbed several times as Ghost face-the murderer in the scene- let out a maniac laugh. His free hand which wasn’t holding the knife , choking the poor girl.

Soon the movie was over and you all decided to play a classic game called truth or dare . Whenever you were bored , truth or dare was your solution.

„Okay , Wooyoung . Truth or dare?“ Yeosang asked wooyoung in anticipation.

„Hm truth , i dont trust you with a dare man.“ wooyoung answered and yeosang asked him ,if he was interested in anyone ,at the moment . The young man, had found a love letter in the notes app ,of wooyoungs phone , so he got quite curious. Wooyoung answered „no , i dont think i do.“ so yeosang asked him „what about that little love letter of yours?“ with a sly smile on his face . „I was just trying to be poetic i guess , im planning on writing a song about past relationships.“ he swiftly answered ,as if he was prepared for this question.

Playing another few rounds , yunho got up and walked to the closet beneath the TV to see what other movies you got stored in it. „Hey y/n , what book is this.“ he asked as he held up a book, that your aunt had left you behind, before her death. Strangely to you , it seemed like she knew the date of her death and was waiting for it . Becoming more anxious day after day , and two days before her accident, she gave you the book. It was filled with sentences, in what you assumed to be latin , but some words were still unknown to you ,so thats why you thought, it must be a different one.

„My aunt left it behind for me .“ you told him and took the book out of his hands gently . You opened the book on the last page, since you were supposed to read it from right to the left , other than usual books.

„Bestiam arcesse , tegere , necare , facere quod volo . At mihi ne noceas, ut sum dominus.“( summon the beast, to protect , to kill . But it shall not harm me , as I am its master.) you said out loud , yes you knew that you came from a family of witches -just like mingi , you found out about that when he used a spell to change clothes without knowing that you saw him- but you aunt always told you , that you were to weak to cast a spell , since your dad was human .

Or so you all thought

After you read it out and san raising his eyebrow , seonghwa asked. „What does that mean?“

„I have no idea“ you responded and you all returned to truth or dare and you placed the book behind you. Behind you … just like the weird stare you suddenly felt.

„Okay y/n , truth or dare .“ wooyoung asked you , you answered „dare!“ slightly excited. Wooyoung always had the most fun dares to do. But this time it wasn’t that fun .

„i dare you to get some snacks from the 24/7 store down the street. Please? I am starving.“ he said leaning into you with puppy eyes. You sighed and agreed. Should’ve picked truth. „Let me go with you , its already 2AM and dark outside.“ yunho said being the gentleman he is.

You disagreed and said thats its all good since the store is just down the road and been to it several times before after 3AM. After some arguing he accepted to just stay and wait for you to come back. You took you purse , put on shoes and jacket and left the house.

As you walked down the street with your hands in your pocket , you started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Weird… , you thought as you grew anxious. Out of nowhere a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you , into the alleyway. Another hand covering your mouth as the one that grabbed you held your wrists together behind you. You tried to scream but your sounds got muffled .

„Okay sweetheart , this will god by quickly if you just comply with us.“ said one of the men ,as he twirled the knife in his hands , a disgusting smirk plastered across his face. Your eyes filled with fear and pleading for them to let you go.

Unexpectedly the one holding your wrists let go , or so you thought. When you turned around you saw him unconscious on the flore . The other three were shocked and walked over to him , slapping his cheeks. The second time something weird happened was when another mens throat suddenly splashed a circle of bloods from around it and his eyes widened , you eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then his head , fell off of his body , landing on the floor next to the -which you thought was unconscious- dead man. The remaining two screamed and your eyes widened in horror. You quickly turned around and ran home where you were safe. Not really.

You were still dazed from what happened. Did the other two die aswell? You questioned yourself in your mind ad you walked into the living room where you found 7 men on couch and floor -or both like mingi whos upper body was on the floor but hips and legs on the couch- all sleeping.

You sighed in relief not having to answer the questioning of wooyoung which would lead to you vaguely telling them what happened , which then would lead to yunho feeling like he should be the one to blame for it.

You walked over to the free couch, which no one was on and settled down. You muscles thanking you ,since you just ran as fast ,as you’ve never been before. Looking down on the table you found the book open on the page from before again. The the guys read it ? You thought before you layed down to finally get some rest.

Why you weren’t confused on what happened just now? You were always told stories ,by your aunt and some of your mother , before they both passed ,on how crazy events happened to them, because they were witches.

Must be a witch thing…

Was the last thing you thought as you finally fell asleep.

[thatgoblin]

Summary: When John goes on a cattle run, you and Simon get some time to get closer.

Warnings: Past sexual harassment, smooches, cuddles.

“What is she doing?” I mumbled, watching the movie on the TV. “How is that even comfortable to stand like that in heels?”

“I don’t think it is comfortable, Sweetheart,” Simon said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in my lap. “It probably feels like she’s walking on glass. The woman deserves an Oscar for acting through the pain.”

“Really.” 

Simon was the only one home with me for a week and a half. John had to haul some cattle across the damn country with a friend, only known as Soap from what I had gathered, of theirs to make sure they got the best prices from a buyer in Texas. I hated that he’d be gone for so long, but I also knew that it meant we’d get a big paycheck and would keep bills at bay another month or two longer. That was something no one really talked about with ranches and farms. There were so many bills ranging from utilities to taxes that you’d think we were making bank with the herefords that we sold. If anything it just barely got us by. 

But that was the other thing about owning and working a ranch or a farm. You didn’t do it for the money, you did it because it was what you loved. It was because we loved the life we were living that the money didn’t matter so long as we could make our bills on time. It didn’t leave much room for big vacations or big toys that some, much larger, ranchers had. We didn’t need those though. We were happy spending our evenings together in front of the TV after a long day of working while laying with each other. 

It had been nearly three weeks since I’d arrived and I had settled even more. There was no more hiding emotions or ducking affection. I talked out my feelings and even gave my own touches of affection. In getting more comfortable with the two Alphas, I began to let down my guard more and more. To the point that we even walked around in towels. Only towels.

I wasn’t ready to take that next step of plain ol’ nudity, but I did enjoy watching John in his towel that skirted above his knees. He was strong and hairy, his arms and legs covered in dark sandy hair that didn’t do a thing to hide the very solid muscles that let him easily carry Simon around as much as he liked. My favorite part was his belly. It wasn’t flat or chiseled, but a healthy bit of roundness to it while having soft hair trail down to his groin. He looked breathtaking with his freckles from being out in the sun so much, as well as  a few scars kissing over his belly and back. On warmer nights like that night, before fall was really taking hold, they’d both sit on the sofa with no shirt on while I was in short shorts and a tank top.

And Simon. That man was much larger than his clothes made him look. Covered in tattoos, not just his arms, he was nearly completely covered from his ankles to his neck His arms and legs were just as thick as John’s were, giving them equal power to pick me up to throw me on their shoulders. I always complained and swatted at them, but I actually didn’t mind. Not that I’d tell either of them that. While emotions were more readily displayed, I was not ready to actually work with my attraction to them. They were handsome Alphas and I was lucky they were just as sweet and caring, but I had never had a romantic partner, let alone kissed anyone. 

Until I figured out how to actually go about flirting, I was not going to pursue anything else. 

“Do lines like those really work?” I asked, staring at the TV with a frown as an actor gave an actress some cheesy pick up line that she giggled at. 

“They might get a laugh at least,” Simon said. “But they don’t really work. I’m sure you’ve heard your fair share of bullshit lines growing up from the Alphas and Betas.”

“I guess,” I said, not really remembering any lines like in the TV show. Usually it had been along the lines of the kids making fun of me for being an Omega, but I would then beat the snot out of them. When I got older, the teasing turned sexual and there wasn’t much courting happening till after high school. Even then, most of the time the Alphas and Betas that tried would just come up to me to say they thought I would be a good Omega for their pack and that we should mate. There wasn’t a lot of romance like the TV shows. 

“What’s the worst line you’d ever gotten when someone tried to court you?” Simon asked, turning from the TV to look at me. He shifted in his seat fully to face me, propping his face up on his fist with his elbow on the back of the couch.

“Uh. . . Probably the one I got from Matt Keller in my freshman year of college,” I said. “He basically just told me he wanted to see my stomach swell with his babies.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon groaned, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I broke his nose,” I said with a smirk. 

“Good. He deserved worse, but at least you gave him a taste of it,” Simon said with a nod. “Was there any courting that you thought maybe someone could actually be a decent person?”

“Not really. It was a small town and I was the only Omega. Not a lot of people really cared how I felt or what I wanted, so I just ignored just about every person who tried to “court” me because it wasn’t really courting. It was just a proposition to be a mate or the Omega of a pack, which neither interested me and I made sure everyone knew it. Not that it stopped them from continually trying,” I said with a shrug. “I didn’t get to go to house parties or prom or sleepovers because I wasn’t allowed to. Partially because my parents didn’t want me to come home knocked up and partially because none of the other parents wanted me around. I always caused trouble by getting in fights, even if it was to defend myself. They didn’t see it as being a proper Omega.”

“So, no magical kiss with a prom date under the stars while necking in the front seat of your El Camino?” Simon asked with a raised brow.

“That’s strangely specific, but no. I did not. I stayed at home and worked on school. It was all I had really and I didn’t want to give anyone a reason to take it away,” I said. “I wanted to work on my dad’s cattle ranch. I wanted to run it, so I didn’t really make time for finding actually good romance or friendships really. . . That’s kinda sad, isn’t it?”

“Naw,” Simon said with a chuckle. “Things have changed. Despite your experience in the small town sphere, Omegas have more freedom of open choices in the bigger cities around the world. You would be able to go to college without Matt Keller giving you that horrific pick up line. Which means, no awkward flirting and courting that is.” 

“Oh yeah?” I asked, setting the bowl of mostly corn kernels on the floor before moving to put a foot in his lap and letting him do the same with me. Well, my foot was in his lap, half his leg was in mine. The man was long. “No cheesy one-liners from you or John about how you can make my night wild?” I asked with a giggle as I began to rub his foot while he rubbed mine. 

“Sweetheart, you’ve seen our wild nights,” Simon said with a smirk. “The most wild we get is changing our sleep spots.”

“Then am I really missing out on anything?” I asked. “I mean, we kinda skipped the whole courting process. Save for being bonded and legally married, there’s not a lot of reason to use those one liners.” 

“Would you really want them anyways?” He asked.

“Not really,” I said after a moment of thought. “I’d rather have this honestly. It’s easier and feels like a more solid foundation than just courting a few weeks then bonding. At least this way, I actually get to know you and John and you get to know me. We’re not strangers just forced together because of our sex organs. . . Even if it did kind of start out that way.”

“Do you like what we have going on?” Simon asked, his fingers working my arch. “This whole situation of us together without the sex organs part?”

“I do. I mean, it helps that I don’t have heats, but I figured before this you and John. . . You know, ‘took care of each other’ for that stuff,” I said, looking down at Simon’s foot as my cheeks heated up a bit. 

“Now what do you mean by that?” Simon asked, snickering as he tickled the sole of my foot a moment. I nearly kicked him in the face as I gasped and glared. 

“Do NOT do that, Simon Riley,” I snapped, jerking my foot back hard. “You know I’m ticklish as hell on my feet! And you know what I mean.”

“I’m going to need you to explain this one to me,” Simon said, giving me a devilish smirk, letting me settle my leg before going back to rubbing my foot. For as serious as he could be sometimes, Simon was a bit of a teaser that would always get me when I wasn’t expecting it.

“You’re seriously making me do this?” I asked with a huff as he wiggled his foot in my hand. “Fine. I assumed before I moved in that you and John. . . Did stuff. . .”

“Like?” Simon asked, egging me on. 

“Like sex, okay?” I grunted, rolling my eyes. “I figured you two had sex with each other before this.”

“Was that so hard?” He asked with a grin. “And yes, for the record we did. Still do when you’re busy with something and we’re alone.”

“What!?” I cried. “How!?”

“Well, when one Alpha and another Alpha love each other VERY much-”

“Oh shut up, I know how sex works,” I said, slapping his calf playfully. “I meant how are you having sex and I’m not noticing?”

“You are surprisingly good at focusing on chores and don’t seem to question us spending a lot of time in the barn with the horses,” Simon said with a chuckle. 

I sat there in stunned silence as Simon grinned at me. It took a moment for me to soak in the realization of how dopey I felt that I had missed that giant indicator. It all added up and I was none the wiser till Simon had to spell it out for me. 

“In case you’re wondering, we made sure that we could work around you till you were ready or if you’d ever be ready,” Simon said, his fingers digging into the ball of my foot to get my attention. 

“Ready? For what?” I asked, suddenly finding myself lost and flustered. 

“You really don’t know how to flirt or have a conversation about this stuff, do you?” He asked as I kept staring at him with a slight frown. 

“About sex? Absolutely not, I was lucky I learned anything from sex ed in school. . . and that’s not what you’re talking about,” I said, groaning as Simon laughed at me finally catching up. “Look, I’m not on the up and up about sex and romance, give me a break.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be nice,” Simon said with a hum. “But as I was saying, we were working around you. We didn’t want to force anything or make you uncomfortable. That didn’t mean we were going to go celibate though.”

“Understandable, if not reminding me how oblivious I can be sometimes,” I said with a nod. 

“No problem,” Simon said with a hum. “But now I’m curious, have you ever had sex or fooled around before?” He asked.

“Absolutely not,” I said with a snort. “I never understood the appeal of it the way it was shown to me. Rough and claiming, just doing it because of the excuse that it was a base instinct for everyone. I mean, I never wanted to be with someone like that. Someone that only wanted the knot and didn’t care about much else in sex. I’ve read more sex positive books about Omegas and figuring out what worked for them, but I just. . . I didn’t feel safe to experiment with anyone, let alone kiss anyone.”

“Well, if it helps, I know two Alphas who would happily volunteer to help you experiment,” Simon said, raising a brow and smirking. Oh no. Oh fuck no. That was a face of his that I could not look at without blushing because it was plain as day that he was getting ready to get cheeky with John or me. 

“I’m sure you do,” I said, clearing my throat to look away towards the TV. My hands idly kept working his foot, but Simon’s hands were being evil. They slowly slid up my calf and began pulling me towards him. I was determined to ignore him though, sitting up straight and rigid as he managed to pull me halfway into his lap after pulling his own foot away. “Can I help you, sir? I’m trying to watch TV,” I said, as he settled me with my back to his chest, keeping my gaze forward and not on Simon. 

“I just want to give my friend a hug,” he said, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to his bare chest. The skin to skin contact felt nice and before I realized it, I was turning my head to scent his chest as I purred. “Have you really never been kissed before?” 

“I mean, by relatives,” I said.

“I meant romantically,” Simon sighed softly, looking down and nosing at my hair. 

“Yeah,” I said, looking up at him. “Never been kissed. Most I’ve done is with you and John by sleeping in the same bed and holding hands.”

“Would you like to be kissed?” He asked. I had to think about that. It was everywhere on TV, in schools with young couples, people on dates, but I didn’t know if I wanted it. 

“What’s it like? Romantically?” I asked, moving to sit in his lap side saddle so I could see him.

“It’s like you’re closer than a hug,” he said, his thumb stroking my arm as he took a moment to think of his words. “It feels nice. It’s as if you’re connecting to the person on a deeper level. It’s hard to describe really.”

“Closer than a hug, but not as close as sex,” I said, trying to help. 

“Basically. It’s something you have to experience for yourself. I know that some of my favorite memories of me and John are us kissing. Just kissing. Nothing leading up to anything, just us curled up together like this and kissing. One time we were in line for a concert in the rain and we did our best to wait it out, but the bar closed it off because they were at capacity,” Simon said, looking at the TV as he remembered the details of that night. He had a smile on his face, a fondness of the story he was telling coming through. “We were mad because we had been in line for so long and were on a short leave between our military work, but after a minute it didn’t matter because the place was quickly shut down for being over crowded. Even if we had made it in, we would have still been kicked out. 

So, we cut our losses and ran back to the truck. We were both soaking wet and it had to be nearly freezing. After we get into the truck and I turn it on, our heavy breathing fogs up the windows so we have to wait for the heat to kick in. John said something about it being a sign, but I just blew it off. He was more cautious back then. We were. . . Hell, I think we were 23 or so when this happened. I asked him what kind of sign it was. He said it was a sign that we were supposed to be together. Apparently concerts getting canceled and freezing rain meant long love signs,” Simon chuckled.

“We got the truck going, we defrosted, so we headed out. We were probably about 10 minutes from home when the truck slid into a ditch. I was going maybe 20 miles an hour, but the curve of the road had us sliding so slowly that we just sat there holding on as we came to a stop. John said it was another sign, I said he was being stupid, but as we were about to pull back out a lorry truck came sliding past us, barely missing the truck then kept going. John and I sat there for nearly half an hour till the rain had stopped and a salt truck drove by. I managed to get us back on the road and made it home safely.”

“Where’s the kiss?” I asked, frowning. I had been waiting for that part specifically. Was it a rain drenched kiss or maybe one by the fireplace where they laid together to warm up? I was invested and needed to know. “You were telling a story about you and John kissing.”

“Was I?” Simon asked, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“You’re a horrible man,” I huffed, rolling my eyes at him. He laughed, shaking his head at me before continuing the story.

“We got home, walked inside, looked at each other for a moment before we held each other close. It was our first real date and our first real brush with death off the battlefield,” Simon said after a few beats of silence. I knew they were retired military, it wasn’t hard to figure that out after seeing dog tags and the gear they had with them. But I never asked about their time in the service or pushed about it. I thought that if they wanted to talk about it, they would. “We kissed each other when we laid in bed, holding on to one another like we might drift away. There had been kisses before, but that one. . . That was our first kiss as a couple. We were together for the first time officially and weren’t hiding it.”

“That’s really sweet,” I said, smiling at him. “It was a relief for you both, then. The kiss, that is. After everything, you could still kiss one another.”

“I guess you’re right,” Simon said, that fondness back in his face. “I kiss him good morning and goodnight every day, but those small moments are my favorite.” 

“I want that,” I said, looking forward as I rested my head on his chest. “Small moments of connection with someone. I want that.”

“That’s something that John and I can offer you, if you want it from us,” Simon said, nuzzling the top of my head. “We want to give you that. We want to be that for you.” 

It was another door to step through, a choice to make on where I wanted this relationship to go. I wanted it. I wanted them. 

Looking up, I nosed at Simon’s cheek as I moved to straddle his lap. We went slow, his arms holding me as I shook a little. Scared and excited as we just shared the same space. 

“I’ve gotcha, Sweetheart,” Simon said softly before he pressed his lips to mine. 

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