#while all the short short haired girls have some strands that reach their chin so similar length

[kawaiichibiart]

Someone give me fem!Kasa but she keeps her hair as is, because there's nothing wrong with short hair and I think she looks cute with short hair

[primehyuck]

dress

this is the hair, the face, etc

aka Mark thinks you look really pretty tonight (very “only bought this dress so you could take it off” / “can we hear it for the dress” esque )

word count: 3.5k

contents : pretty much pure smut, pussy worship, soft dom mark, oral (f receiving) , body worship - mark thinks you’re REALLY REALLY pretty, mirror sex (kind of), lots of pet names, established relationship, mark seduced me as i was writing this

“Don’t you look pretty?” Mark smirks at you from where he leans against the door frame and you smile softly at him in the mirror, taking off the jewelry you’d worn to dinner with your friends that evening. You place the items gently inside the white vanity he’d had made for you when you moved in together the year before.

“Thanks, baby.” you take him in, fresh out of the shower in sweats and a big t-shirt. He looks too hot for his own good, his hair the longest it had been since you’d met, freshly bleached strands curling over his eyes.

“Did you have fun?” He slinks up behind you, warm fingers toying with the thin strap holding your dress in place, his left hand shutting the top of the vanity before pressing heavy to the front of your hip.

You nod “It was nice to have some girl time, as much as I love spending evenings with the boys.” you scrunch your nose earnestly, thinking of Mark’s best friends who had treated you like family since day one.

“I’m glad, though you should have seen the look on Jisung’s face when he learned you’d be at dinner with your old roommate and he was stuck cooking for the rest of us” he murmurs and you can feel the smile on his face as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. The combination of his warm breath on your neck and thick lashes blinking over your skin makes you shiver “I was sad that I missed you before you left.”

“We ended up going for a cocktail before dinner,” you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair and he lets go of the dress strap to trace up the inside of your arm. Mark turns his head to press his lips to your shoulder, pretty brown eyes blinking at you in the mirror once before skimming down the reflection of your body.

His gentle fingers drifting over your arm make your skin tingle and you can hardly breathe when he grips your bicep firmly, supporting your arm as he kisses over the shape of your shoulder, all the way to your elbow and back up again.

“Is this new?” He mumbles, the hand on your hip moving to tug at the hem of your dress. You nod, and he smiles before guiding your raised arm down to rest at your side, fingers lacing through yours. You watch in the mirror as he drags his nose into the crook of your neck, tilting your head to the side to make space for him there.

“Pretty,” his eyes catch yours in the mirror again.

“You already said that.” you tease weakly, failing to keep your breathing under control.

“My bad,” Mark chuckles quietly, left hand stretching to rub your thigh, no effort needed to hike the short dress up enough to expose your panties “I mean, you look gorgeous. Good enough to eat.”

You're surprised your knees don't buckle when he shifts his hand between your thighs to cup your clothed core.

“You think?” You mumble, turning to face him rather than his reflection. He blinks slowly at you, nodding once before his lips are on yours.

His kiss fills your lungs and you both moan. The fingers that were warming your core finds your shoulder to spin you toward him without loosening his grip on your hand. He presses you against the vanity, free hand finding a home on the back of your neck while he brings your joined fingers down, rubbing over where his cock strains against his pants. Your dress rides up to your hips when he pushes your ass firmly onto the surface of the custom table, lanky fingers digging into your skin.

“You’ll have to let me take you somewhere in this, love showing you off” he mumbles against your lips before trailing his own over your chin and down your throat “somewhere I can fuck you while you're wearing it.” You feel his cock jump at his own words, arching your chest into him when he licks gently over the swell of your breast on display beneath the low cut neck of the dress.

“Anytime,” you gasp, the hand not pressed between your bodies pulling gently at his hair in an effort to bring his mouth to yours again. He complies easily, pushing your intertwined knuckles into your clothed pussy and you feel him rut against your forearm at the damp spot growing there.

“Shit, the thought of me fucking your perfect pussy in public turns you on that much?” He stops kissing you for a second to tease meanly before taking both of his hands away from your body and you have to plant yours on the vanity to stop your head from banging into the mirror behind you.

“I want you to fuck me now” you pout, reaching pathetically for the fabric of his baggy clothes, but he’s just out of reach. You huff at him, quickly going for your own dress.

“Be patient baby, please. You’ve been able to see yourself all night.” he tuts, having to step between your legs to hold your wrists still “let me spend some time with the dress, too.”

You whimper when he drags your hips to the edge of the sleek wood to grind you against him, “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

You take advantage of his hands being on your hips to wrap your fingers through his damp hair, dragging his mouth to yours. Mark’s hands are everywhere; pulling your dress up to your waist, leaving hot prints in the wake of his fingers, gliding over the skin of your thighs before hooking beneath your knees to keep your legs open. When you try to wrap your arms around his neck he easily pulls out of your desperate grasp, but you can see the wanton look in his heavily lidded eyes.

“Gonna make you feel as good as you look,” he rasps and you nod eagerly. His fingers drag over the straps of the dress before deciding against it, leaving your upper body covered “If that's even possible.”

He pulls you off of the vanity and guides you to the bed, keeping your body flush to his until he lays you back onto the mattress. The mirror hanging on the wall above the desk tilts down so you can see your reflection from the edge of mattress, the way Mark had specifically designed it.

“That’s better, want you to watch.” he smiles, glancing behind him to make sure the only part of yourself you can't see is what he's blocking with his own body as he drops to his knees between your legs. He rubs the heel of his palm into your clothed center, fingers digging into your pubic bone while he peppers kisses up your legs. His hand keeps your hips from bucking up when he licks heavily into the crease of your thigh before he moves his palm to press a wet, open mouthed kiss to your underwear. He sucks the fabric between his lips before his strong fingers pull your underwear up tight against your pussy to perfectly outline your already engorged clit and Mark’s cheek rests heavily where his mouth had just been on your thigh.

“Shit, baby.” he groans, stretching the fabric of your underwear in his fist, shifting it side to side and watching your lips move with it “I did this to you?” he asks gruffly, face sliding further up your leg until you can feel his breath on your soaked core.

You choke out a weak affirmation as he releases your panties, moaning when the stretched out fabric sticks to you. Your whole body shudders when he leans forward, nosing over your clit and inhaling deeply, dark lashes fluttering prettily against his cheeks.

“Mark, please-“ you gasp when he opens his mouth fully over you, dragging your panties away from your skin with his teeth and sucking at the ruined fabric.

Sometimes Mark feels a little pathetic between your legs, completely intoxicated, essentially trying to drink the taste of your pussy off of your underwear. The fact that he's so desperate for you, and yet he still has complete control never fails to inflate his ego, and as always it has his dick straining painfully against his sweats.

He moves the limp fabric to the side and uses two eager fingers to pull you apart, exposing your clit and Mark swears he sees it pulse, the idea making pre-cum leak from his dick like a broken faucet.

“Could stare at this pretty pussy all day,” he murmurs, not even looking up at you “but then I wouldn’t be able to taste it.”

You both let out sighs of relief when his tongue finally makes contact, laving over your wet folds. He moves urgently, wanting to touch you everywhere but settling with one hand palming gently over your inner thigh, the other keeping your hole open for his tongue to fuck into. When you open your eyes to look down you see his own closed gently, blissed out as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your eyes flicker toward the mirror, gaze following the firm circles Mark is tracing into the skin of your thigh, the callouses from hours of guitar make goosebumps rise on your skin. You wish he’d take his shirt off, the black material stretches over his strong shoulders as he moves his mouth over your pussy. You lace your fingers through his blonde waves, his moan vibrating through you when you tug at his scalp. He moves his mouth over you with intention, wetting his chin and nose as he buries into you, never spending too much time in one spot in an effort to spend as long between your legs as possible.

“Fuck, baby, I’m already so close.” you gasp, the few minutes of teasing wound you up like a clock, the gentle flick of his tongue over your clit enough to make your entire body shake. He looks up at you, blonde curls getting caught in his lashes. The deep brown of his hungry eyes is almost enough to make you cum until he suddenly pulls away.

“No, no, no,” you wiggle yourself toward his mouth and he has to close his eyes for a moment to restrain himself, wanting almost nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue over and over and over.

“Needy girl,” he leans away from you and you whine again until you realize it’s to tug his shirt off and toss it to the side. Both hands press back into your legs as soon possible, rubbing over your shins and thumbing into the pit of your knee before gliding up your inner thigh.

“You’re teasing me.” you pant, your own hand threatening to sneak down to rub over your spit soaked clit but he stops you, glaring.

“I don’t think so, baby.” he deadpans “you can make this easy or you can make this hard.”

“I make you hard.” You smirk, attitude overpowering your need to orgasm and Mark tilts his head in surprise.

“You know eating your pretty pussy does more than just make me hard.” He raises an eyebrow, reminding you gently of all the times he’s cum from grinding into the mattress while going down on you “makes me fucking crazy.”

Your breathy laugh turns to a moan when he puts his mouth back on you, nose buried in your skin. He drapes your thighs over his bare shoulders and it takes what feels like less than a minute of his tongue rolling over your clit to get you right back to where you were. You groan angrily when he pulls away again.

“Why?” you can barely get the word out, feeling your legs move up as your boyfriend shrugs beneath them.

“I told you to watch” his arms reach from around the outside of your legs so one hand can push your chin, directing your eyes to the mirror while the other drifts over the soft silk of the dress that might as well be suffocating you. You watch the muscles in his back flex, your toes pointing to dig into his shoulder blades.

He follows your gaze, guiding your leg down onto the mattress and shifting his tosro out of the way so you can see yourself, swollen and wet from the torment of his mouth.

“Tell me what you see.” He commands softly, the hand supporting your leg moves quickly to rub over your soaked center and you blush when you realize you can hear his fingers gliding over you. You both watch the reflection of his middle and ring finger slowly pushing into you. You’re so wrapped up trying to keep your eyes from fluttering shut that you barely notice the way his breathing quickens, mouth dropping open slightly, cock twitching as your pussy sucks his fingers in.

“I see you-“ you begin to choke out but he shakes his head, crooking his fingers up into your g-spot and cutting you off.

“No baby, tell me what you look like.” He turns his head to kiss the thigh still draped over his shoulder, fingers hooking up and dragging over your g-spot at a painfully slow pace.

“I look, fucked,” you moan when he nibbles at the soft skin his lips just passed over “desperate.”

“Hmm, what else?” He dips his head in to press his swollen, pink lips to your clit, smiling when you squeak weakly “tell me what I want to hear, angel.”

“I look,” you whine again, back arching off the mattress when he takes his fingers out of your fluttering walls in favor of rubbing them over your clit, so gently you’re not even sure you’d be able to feel it if you weren’t so worked up “pretty.”

You watch the back of his head nod in agreement, stroking his fingers over your clit in a lazy circle before dipping down into you once and traveling back up.

“That’s right,” He coos, free hand groping at your tits, thumb brushing over your perked nipple as best as he can through the layers covering your upper body “what makes you so fucking pretty?”

“My mouth,” you whimper, relief washing through your body when he keeps his fingers inside of you “my tits,” your hand reaches to cover his and he smiles up at you, expectant eyes waiting for one more answer “my pussy. You make me feel so pretty, Mark.”

His chin and nose are covered in your slick, moaning at the taste when he licks over his lips, forehead falling weakly onto your pubic bone, rubbing his nose against your throbbing clit as he nods in agreement.

“My gorgeous girl, every part of you is too fucking pretty for me” He moves back to face your body again, taking his fingers from your pussy and replacing your knee over his shoulder, reaching up to meet his other hand on your chest. He palms at your breasts through the dress, shoulders breathing heavily beneath your legs while he curses himself for not at least taking your bra off, dying to tug at your nipples beneath the silky fabric. Sometimes his attempts to edge you become self-torturous, but the way your whole body shivers when he rubs his nose into your clit harder makes it worth it.

You test his patience by pushing at his head, trying to get his mouth back where you want it and he concedes, but let’s go of your breasts to traps both wrists in a single hand. His pink tinged cheeks make your heart skip a beat as you watch him rub his face in your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth eagerly before licking back down into your hole.

“Please, please, please,” you beg and he looks up at you with those pretty brown eyes when he hears your teeth chatter, pulling away with a moan that makes your back arch toward his mouth. He drops your wrists, unable to stop himself from palming over his pants, pre-cum forming a wet spot on the crotch almost as soon as he dropped to his knees for you.

“I got you, baby.” His voice is barely audible over the ringing in your ears. He uses the hand that isn’t on his dick to spread you as far apart as his fingers can manage “fuck, look at that pretty clit.” he’s sure of it now, your clit is literally pulsing, body begging for an orgasm that he can’t wait to taste. He glances up at your shivering figure, straps of your dress fallen off either shoulder, chest rising and falling dangerously quick.

A cool blow of air through his pursed lips surprises your system, entire body spasming as your orgasm hits. You think you hear your boyfriend’s “no fucking way” before his tongue starts fucking eagerly into your dripping pussy, pressure from his nose on your clit making sure the orgasm lasts so long you have to push him away.

“That was fucking incredible, I didn’t even touch you” Mark stands, stripping off his pants and forcing himself into you before you have the chance to take a breath.

“Oh my god,” you gasp at the same time he chokes out “so fucking tight”, making quick work in stripping you to rub his hand over your chest. His head falls back, mouth falling open when the aftershocks of your orgasm make you squeeze around him.

“Kiss, please.” you have pins and needles in your fingers when you lift them to his shoulders, pulling him toward you eagerly to catch his mouth. A sturdy hand cups your cheek, kissing you deeply as he begins to move his hips. His tongue is hot and heavy on yours as he fucks into you, catching every short inhale in his mouth. You want to cry when he pulls away, but are quickly overwhelmed by how fucking good he looks.

His strong chin juts out when he stares down to where his cock slides in and out of you with eyes so heavy you’d think they were closed if he didn’t mumble something about “your pretty pussy was made for me, so fucking wet”. His abs are drawn in tight, your arousal shining on the skin of his lower stomach and you reach out to touch him, dragging your fingers over the dark patch of hair growing below his belt line. He slows his assaulting pace to lean into your touch, grabbing your wrist and drawing your slick soaked fingers up his chest and into his mouth, sucking lewdly and shutting his eyes. His hair is a mess thanks to your desperate hands, sweat dripping down the side of his neck.

“So fucking dirty baby, know I'm addicted to the way you taste,” he grunts, dropping your hand in favor of spreading your legs as far as he can “the way you feel.” He slows his hips almost to a stop, dragging his cock out of you intently, listening to the sopping suction sound you make together when he slides back inside just as slow.

“Hear that, pretty baby, how much your pussy needs me?” eyes focused on where the angry, pink head of his cock prods at your entrance “can’t believe you’re real, and you’re all mine.”

“All yours,” you whisper, not trusting your voice “all yours.” his lips pull up smugly, but his eyes shine with adoration as he brings his thumb up to your mouth and watches you eagerly suck on the digit before dragging it down your quivering stomach to land on your clit.

“That’s right,” he can’t help the deep groan that tears from his chest at the look on your face when he starts to rub in smooth circles, your eyes fluttering shut “shit, you’re so fucking pretty. Look at yourself, want you to see what I see.”

He forces your eyes toward the mirror, hips picking up speed again while his thumb stays working over your swollen clit.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum baby. Always make me feel so fucking good.” you moan at his words, thighs clenching around his hips “need you to cum with me, show me that you can take it all.” he practically begs, and you feel white hot pleasure shoot up your spine, the pace of his hips and thumb on your clit working easily with his hot words in your ear.

You make a noise between a moan and a scream, nails leaving indents in his shoulders, grinding your hips up toward his sloppily. His bicep shakes under his weight, fucking into you viciously, eyes focused on the blissed out look on your face that he knows is because of him.

“That’s it, take that fucking cock baby, take it.” all you can hear beneath his words is static sound when you feel him tense before he thrusts into you for a final time.

You can’t even hold your eyes open when he drops to his forearms to grab your flushed cheeks, kissing you lazily, letting you melt into him while he softens inside of you. You hum happily when his soft lips drag over your nose and cheeks, compliments falling on ringing ears and for a second Mark is nervous that he broke you.

“You okay, baby?” he rubs gently at the mascara smeared under your glazed over eyes and you smile softly up at him with a nod

“So good,” you assure him, lifting your neck to kiss him again and he happily obliges, laughing against your lips as you cage him in with your legs when he tries to pull out, murmuring a genuine “don’t go.” that makes his heart flutter in his chest.

“Not going anywhere, don’t worry.” he promises.

———

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[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly with a shy girl౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid thank you @lucygxybaird and @babydollemsy for inspiring me <3 <3

Soft and sweet, you were Billy's opposite in nearly every way.

He knew from the second he saw you in town for the first time, in a light dress with a bow in your hair, that he was lost to all that was you. Hurtling down the path with no hope of return. But he didn't want to.

The first time he'd spoken to you, sidling up as you looked at ribbons in the market, you'd been quiet, smiling up at him but not saying more than a few words. It'd taken weeks for you to speak more than a sentence to him. You were with your brother usually, and he'd coax a little more out of you, when you weren't clinging to his arm.

Eventually, you started talking to Billy on your own, coming up to him with your hands clasped in front of you, fidgeting with your fingers. He'd doffed his hat, leaning against the post he was standing by and slouching a little so he could meet your eyes, and you'd lit up when he did. And so it began.

He asked you to go on a ride with him, to which you'd eagerly responded. When he showed up at your house with fresh wildflowers in hand, you'd been delighted, standing on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. A blush bloomed on his cheeks, and he hadn't been able to get rid of his grin for the rest of the day.

While some disdained you for your shyness, Billy found it adorable. He was proud to walk around with you on his arm, the prettiest girl in town in his opinion. In his short time on earth, Billy had been many a place, seen all sorts of things, but you were by far the most special. His elbow was always ready to bend so you could slip your soft hand into the crook, body open in case you needed his chest for comfort.

"Sweetheart," he'd coo, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, smiling as you leaned into his palm. "I've gotta talk to that man over there. You wanna come with me or stay here?" Most often you would cling to his arm, opting to stand quietly beside him, and others he'd give you a sugar cube and watch you walk over to his horse, petting his mane and speaking softly.

He brought you to the saloon sometimes, because you liked going places with him. Arriving with you tucked under his arm, looking like the very picture of perfection, he was always on guard. Billy wouldn't dare leave you alone in a place like this, and lucky for him, you were much less than willing to speak to any strangers.

Sometimes when you were out and about with him and he was chatting with someone who was a stranger to you, he'd feel a tug on one of his suspenders. The gesture always made him smile, and he'd bend down, securing his arm around your waist if it wasn't already there, letting you whisper what you wanted to say.

Billy was exceedingly careful with you, always making sure you were safe and comfortable. Protecting you was the most important thing in the world to him, and that included your innocence.

You loved kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to reach him. He'd lift you by the waist and set you on the toes of his boots, allowing himself an eye crinkling smile when you giggled and nudged your nose against his. He would start gently, letting you tell him how much you wanted and returning it in full.

This was the position he was in right now, you having pulled him up into your pretty bedroom and sat him down on the mattress. Billy had leaned back on his hands, legs spread lazily, watching as you climbed onto his lap. Your skirt bunched between your stomachs, and he steadied you with a hand at your back, obliging you when you leaned in for a kiss.

His hand found your cheek, holding you still, savoring the feel of your mouth on his. Easing you into it, Billy settled his hand at the back of your head, rubbing his thumb over your hair. You stopped after a moment, pausing to take a breath. Billy thumbed the hint of redness on your cheeks and chin, squinting in concern. "Is that hurtin', honey?"

"Hmm?" you looked up at him, blinking and nuzzling against his hand.

"Think my stubble got you, sweetheart," he muttered, still rubbing your cheek as if he were trying to soothe it away. "'m sorry."

"It's okay," you said softly, reaching up to touch it. "Doesn't hurt."

"No?" Billy searched your eyes, trying to determine if you were downplaying it. "You sure?" Frowning, he ran a hand over his chin. "I could use a shave anyways. Gotta keep cleaned up for my girl."

"You don't have to shave if you don't want to," you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

Billy's heart melted at the sight of you, and he brought your head to his chest, smoothing your hair. "No," he soothed. "Gotta keep smooth so I don't scratch up my sweet girl's face." The tiny smile that appeared on your face made his heart soar.

You were timid as could be, a closed-up flower, but he coaxed you into a bloom under his fingers. In some ways he was grateful for your shyness. This was special, how he knew you trusted him. He was privileged to hold you, to kiss you and show you he loved you.

And as you looked up at him through your lashes, leaning in to kiss him again without minding the scratch at his cheeks, he was reminded of it over and over. Sugar all tied up with a bow, neatly packaged in his arms.

[moonsgemini]

dress - ii

summary: rafe is finally able to show his girl just how much she means to him.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smutty smut, oral (f+m), p in v, smidge of dirty talk, praise kink, rafe, teasing, creampie (hate that), choking (nothing crazy), fluff, fem reader

wc: 3.7k

an: this can be read as a stand alone tbh, also this is my first time writing smut in a while so if it sucks girl I apologize lol I was really losing it towards the end but I pulled through. I TRIED MY BEST PLS

part one

The sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains had gently woken Rafe up. He had been dreaming about her and he wished he could go back to sleep. When he rolled over with his eyes still closed he realized there was someone next to him. He opened his eyes with furrowed brows, his confusion fading once he saw her messy hair sprawled against the pillows. The events of the night before coming back to him.

He smiled to himself feeling content. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. In her sleep she lightly groaned and pushed up against him. Subconsciously trying to get closer. Rafe could get used to this. The smell of her shampoo filling his senses, the warmth of the sun coming through her window. He didn’t even want to sleep anymore he wanted to be awake to enjoy this moment.

What if she woke up and remembered who he was or his reputation and decided she never wanted to see him again. Maybe the kiss last night was a tipsy mistake.

The girl in his arms began to stir awake breaking him from his thoughts. She hummed as she turned to lie on her back, stretching like a cat before turning to face him. Rafe could have died a happy man then and there as he looked at her sleepy eyes and the lazy smile that formed on her lips when she saw him.

“Morning,” she mumbled, almost shy.

He smiled, “Morning.”

He reached forward and brushed her hair out of her face, he wanted to see all of her. A comfortable silence fell over them as they both just observed each other. She couldn’t believe she had this greek god in her bed. Her friends were going to kill her but she didn’t care.

“So what’s for breakfast?” She asked innocently, hinting that she didn’t want the day with him to end yet.

Rafe pretended to think, “hmmm I can think of few things that sound good,” he smirked.

“Oh yeah like what?” She definitely didn’t get his innuendo.

He moved quickly to hover over her, he used his knee to nudge her legs open so he could rest between them. His arms on either side of her head supporting himself up. The closeness made her face get hot. She was suddenly aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he only had boxers on. She was in some tiny shorts and a tank top. She was grateful she didn’t wake up with a boob hanging out.

“I believe I owe you an act of appreciation,” He smirked and placed a soft kiss against her cheek. She closed her eyes and swallowed thickly, he was going to be the death of her.

“What does that have to do with breakfast?” She asked in a breathy whisper. She felt like if she talked too loud she would ruin the moment.

He placed a kiss on her other cheek, her forehead, and then her chin, “Well I see a very sweet meal in front of me. I’ve been dying to get a taste,” he placed on last kiss on her neck. This one lasting a little longer.

Her eyes fluttered closed savoring the contact, “You’re so cheesy,” She laughed softly.

“You turn me into a romantic,” He smiled genuinely and she reciprocated it.

Rafe leaned down to finally place a kiss on her lips. It was just as good as the night before, the kiss feeling like electricity. He sighed like he was finally breathing fresh air. The kiss started out soft and gentle but quickly turned into something more passionate. Like he wanted to make up for all the time they haven’t been doing this. Her hands found purchase in his hair. Tugging at the short strands when his tongue began poking into her mouth.

She had been dying to know what he tasted like and after finding out last night that he was even better than she imagined, she was addicted. She didn’t even care if she had morning breath because it didn’t seem like Rafe cared. One of his hands moved down to her waist. Rubbing up and down, his thumb catching onto her tank top and tugging it slightly. Her skin felt like it was on fire as he touched her. She moved one of her legs to wrap around his hips to tug him closer to her. Rafe hummed in satisfaction.

His hand moving to her hips and legs, touching as much skin as he could. He’d been dreaming of this for so long he wanted to savor it. Take advantage of having her here and feel as much of her as he could. He moved his lips back down to her neck needed to catch his breath.

She let out a small moan as he kissed that spot below her ear. It was like he knew exactly what to do. His kisses started moving lower. He sat up on bis knees and placed his hands on either side of her shirt. Looking at her to ask for permission, he didn’t want to mess this up. He wanted to be perfect for her. She nodded her head quickly, wanting to be naked already.

Rafe tugged her shirt off and lost his breath. He could have cum then and there. She was better than his dreams. She started getting timid as he kept staring at her. She’s slept with people before but it was never like this, no one ever actually looked at her.

He leaned forward and pressed teasing kisses on her stomach working his way up her torso. He cupped her breast in his large hand, his thumb moving back and forth over her nipple gently. He kissed in between her breasts before moving his mouth to the one that wasn’t getting attention. He kissed around it before he wrapped his lips around her nipple, his tongue moving back and forth languidly. He’d switch from licking to gently sucking. She was in heaven, feeling an immense amount of pleasure over something so simple.

“Fuck,” She muttered softly. Arching her back on the mattress to somehow get closer to him.

“You’re amazing,” He muttered as his mouth traveled back up her body. Reaching her lips once again he kissed her with meaning.

Rafe’s hand moved down to her shorts. His fingers skimmed over the top of them, fingers slipping teasingly under the band. He moved to sit back on his knees, he looked at her and groaned at the sight. Her pretty lips were swollen and her chest was moving up and down at a faster pace. Her hair messy around her. He wished he could take a picture but he knows he’ll never forget how she looks in this moment.

He began to rub her thighs before grabbing her shins and pushing her legs up so her knees were bent. He looked at her core seeing how the fabric pulled tightly against her heat. He could tell she wasn’t wearing underwear and he just couldn’t believe he was getting to have his way with her.

She had been struggling below him. Wanting him to do anything, she felt her pussy ache as he just watched her with a dazed expression. She could feel how wet she was already, she had began clenching around nothing. Just the thought of Rafe was enough to turn her on.

She sighed weakly speaking up, “Rafe please do something.”

He looked up at her and smirked, “Patience baby. Good girls are patient.” He rubbed his hands all around the expanse of her thighs. When he’d rub her inner thighs he’d purposely rub his fingers against her clit pretending it was an accident. His hands felt like heaven on her, she was so turned on any contact from him was sending her over the edge.

After what felt like hours he splayed his hand across her groin and his thumb hovered over her center. He teasingly rubbed light circles over the fabric. He could see a small wet patch in the middle of her shorts. It was feeding his ego to know she was this attracted to him. He felt like he didn’t deserve her, she was a goddess in his eyes. Everything about her was so perfect to him, even the way her body reacted to him was perfect.

���Fuck I can’t believe it’s taken us this long,” He pressed his thumb down harder making slow circles.

“I’ve wanted you for so long baby. Have wanted to make you feel good for so long,” His words and the movement of his hands caused jolts of pleasure to go through her body. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

“Oh Rafe I’ve needed you for so long,” She sighed opening her eyes to find him already looking at her. He had been watching her reactions enjoying how good he was making her feel.

She let out a small wine when he pulled his hand away but then he swiftly moved one of her legs to the other side and pulled off her shorts. He put her leg back to where it was so he was in between them again. He positioned her back to how she was with her feet flat on the bed. He licked his lips, saliva pooling in his mouth as he gaped at her glistening pussy. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Baby you’re so gorgeous,” He mumbled as he moved lower on the bed to lay on his stomach. His face now level with her hips. He kissed the inside of her thighs beginning from the top of the knee to where her legs met her groin. He did this on each side wanting to savor her.

She felt like she was being worshipped with the way he kissed her and touched her. Like he thought she was better than him and needed to be indulged and savored. Rafe used two fingers to run through his slit, his fingers getting coated in her arousal as he rubbed between her folds. The squelching sound turning him on even more if it was possible. Rafe felt drunk off of her.

He almost missed the pretty sounds that were leaving her mouth because he was so concentrated on the area that needed him most. She moaned and whined at the feeling of his fingers running over her. Her hands were gripping his hair. He pulled away and wrapped each of his hands around each of her thighs to spread her even wider.

Rafe leaned his head against her inner thigh as he went back to rub her clit in that way that made her eyes roll back. He would do that then move his fingers down to run through her folds to gather her wetness. He teasingly pushed the tips of his fingers into her. She let out a louder moan at this. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her. But he also wanted to tease her for as long as possible.

“You like that?” He asked not looking up at her too concentrated on rubbing circles on her clit. His other hand, that wrapped around the leg he was leaning on, reached up to cup her breast. The feeling of his fingers tweaking her nipple lightly was sending her closer to the edge.

“You’re so wet for me, you’re such a good girl.” He said turning to kiss her thigh lightly. He moved his fingers down her slippy folds teasingly until he got to her entrance again.

“Always wanna be good for you Rafe,” She whined trying to lift hips up to his fingers. If he would just put them inside of her already she’d come in two seconds.

He smiled as he slowly pushed two fingers into her, “You are good my love, the best.” He murmured as he watched some of her arousal drip down his fingers as he pushed farther in.

She was tight and warm, his dick aching in his boxers to be inside of her. But he could wait. He moved his fingers in and out slowly. His fingers curving up getting that spot that made her back arch and moans fall unabashedly from her lips. She could never reach it herself and no other partner had tried. But Rafe’s long fingers were perfect, he knew her body already.

He started to pick up the pace as her moans got louder. He could feel her walls squeezing him and that wet sounds of his movements never stopping. He lifted his head from his position and leaned forward wrapping his lips around her clit. He continued with his fingers as well.

She moaned loudly, “Oh shit I’m about to cum babe.” Her eyes were closed not being able to keep them open because of the pleasure. That fire in her stomach suddenly exploded and a tingling feeling over took her whole body. Her back arched off the bed, her legs squeezing around Rafe’s head as he relentlessly sucked and licked.

He started to slow down once she had come down from her high. He slowly removed his fingers but continued to clean her with his mouth. Not wanting to miss a single drop. After he lifted himself up to be on top of her again.

“Open,” Rafe said as he hovered over her.

Eager to obey she opened her mouth and he placed the two fingers that were inside of her on her tongue. She closed her mouth and moaned at the taste of herself on his fingers. She closed her eyes and sucked on his fingers licking him clean.

“Good girl,” He leaned down and kissed her. Her hips lifted up as she felt the tip of his dick in his boxers rub against her core. She needed him but she also wanted to make him feel good.

She pulled away and pushed his chest, “Lay down please,” she said softly knowing she would get her way with how she was looking at him. With big innocent eyes, ones he couldn’t say no to. He got off of her and laid next to her. She followed him and got on top.

y/n sat directly on his dick. His hard length pressed against her dripping core. She moaned closing her eyes leaning her head back. The feeling of him against her core was sending her over the edge. Any touch from him was making her feel like she was on fire. She leaned down to kiss him. Her hips slowing moving to grind against him, the friction causing a satisfied moan to break their kiss.

“I need to be inside of you,” Rafe said roughly, his hands gripping her hips. He pressed her down harder against him wanting more.

She kissed his chin then pressed a few kisses across his neck. Rafe closed his eyes and savored her gentleness. She continued to kiss down his chest as she moved lower. Her hands following as well as they felt the expanse of his muscular chest and torso.

She tugged at his boxers, “But I want to take care of you first,” She had a mischievous look in her eye. One that made Rafe swallow roughly.

“oh sweet girl,” He sighed, “You’re too good to me. Gonna wrap your pretty mouth around my cock?” He reached down and cupped her her face. His thumb stroking back and forth before it started tugging on her bottom lip. Y/n leaned forward with an open mouth taking and sucking on his thumb. Her tongue swirled back and forth and Rafe could have came just with that.

He knows he won’t last long if he lets her go down on him but he can’t find any words to say. Especially not when her ass is in the air as she hovers over him. Her big eyes staring up at him eager to please, how was he supposed to not let her do this?

She took his silence as a good sign and continued tugging his boxers off. His length came out slapping against his stomach. Her mouth watered at the sight, she had never wanted to please someone so badly.

She licked a stripe on the underside of his cock. Rafe let out a sigh, it felt like torture in the best way. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around him, her hand moving up and down as she got it wet. She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth, teasing him by sucking and licking softly.

His hips moved up trying to get her to take more of him. She was killing him, he had never felt this good. She took more of him and her mouth. Threw her teasing out the window and bobbed her head up and down taking him in her mouth. Rafe groaned at the feeling of her wet warm mouth. His hands reached down to wrap around her hair and hold a makeshift pony tail. Rafe felt immediately close once he saw her swollen lips around him with drool dripping down her chin. Her eyes watering from taking him deep.

He pushed her away abruptly trying to catch his breath, “I’m literally going to cum if you don’t stop that, and I have a lot I still want to do to you.” He smirked standing up on knees and going behind her.

Rafe pushed her gently forward. Y/n went up the bed and bent over. Her ass in the air with her core on full display for him. He could see that she was still wet as her folds glistened, his ego inflated at the thought of her getting wet from giving him head. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked gently before licked a few stripes across all of her.

He pulled away and slapped her ass. She moaned softly at the feeling shaking her hips and pushing herself towards him. Rafe grabbed his length and gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed forward slowing getting inside of her. They both moaned at the different feelings of pleasure. He was stretching her so good she couldn’t help but roll her eyes back.

He rubbed his hands all over her ass as he continued to push inside of her at a slow pace, “You’re so tight baby. So wet too fuck,” Now fully inside of her he leaned his head back at the feeling, “I’ve been obsessed with you since we met.”

He began to move his hips back and forth slowly, “Rafey you feel so good inside,” She moaned. He began to pick up the pace wanting her to be louder for him. He was hitting every spot she needed.

The room was being filled with the sounds of their moans and their skin slapping. Rafe had been waiting for so long for this and it was even better than he imagined. He couldn’t wait to give her what she deserves outside of the bedroom. He wanted to buy her everything she needed, would even get her a new house if she asked. He couldn’t wait to please her in every way.

Reaching forward he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. The new angle he was fucking her at felt incredible. She leaned her head back laying on his shoulder, he brought his hand around her placing it over her neck.

Rafe was in heaven, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world by being able to have her like this. His other hand reached down her stomach until his fingers were over her clit. He gathered some of her arousal and began moving his fingers in circles. An unbelievable amount of please ran through her body. She started to feel that familiar knot in her stomach start to get tighter and tighter.

“Rafe I’m g-gonna cum,” She was able to mumble out through moans. Her mind was a mess and her vision was hazy. All she could think about and focus on was Rafe. Her body fell forward so her lower half was back on the bed.

“Cum for me baby,” He said gruffly into her ear doing his best not to cum yet. She let out a loud moan telling him she was cumming. Her face was buried into the mattress muffling her cries. He felt her walls tighten around him and he groaned, leaning his head back at the feeling. He slowed his pace as she finished.

Rafe fully pulled out and gently moved her to lay on her back. He wasted no more time and pushed into her once again. She let out a gasp at the feeling of him. Rafe began to thrust in and out of her. The wet sounds from her arousal getting him even closer. Rafe groaned at the sight of her, he leaned forward and captured her lips in his.

Their tongues danced against each other. Her hands running through his hair and scratching at his back when he’d hit that particular spot inside her. She arched her back, their faces still close together. She really liked Rafe and she really hoped this would be a one time thing.

“Ah shit where do you want me to cum?” He asked as he felt himself close to finishing.

“Inside, fuck I’m gonna cum,” She whined as she felt her whole body go tingly. Her whole body on fire. She couldn’t lie that if her head wasn’t so dizzy she’d say somewhere else but she needed him in every way. And she was on birth control.

“Fuck,” Rafe’s pace picked up as he came inside of her. After finishing he slowed down, breathing heavily. He pulled out gently and laid next to her.

y/n turned to lay her head on his chest. His heart was pounding, hearing it made a small smirk appear on her lips. They didn’t speak for a couple of minutes just enjoying the silence and being close to each other.

“I really like you if I haven’t made that clear enough,” Rafe said breaking the silence.

She laughed, “I really like you Rafe. I have for a while.”

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to do something,“ He ran his fingers through her hair.

She turned to look up at him, “We’re together now.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, “Will you let me take you out somewhere nice tonight?”

“Yes of course,” She kissed one more time barely being able to because she couldn’t stop smiling.

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tags: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @kw13cheer @weareatthebadlands (if I missed you I apologize!!)

[growth-opportunities]

Interventions with the Best of Intentions, pt. 1

[A/N] Hi all! This is sort of my first venture into long-form writing. I was inspired by a brief exchange with @biggerbagingos, so I'm sure he and anyone who follows him already knows where this is headed. Also, heads up, this is gonna deal with some extreme sizes, much bigger than what I usually write about. This is part one of probably three, maybe four if I decide to pad things out. No hard timeline but I hope this gets people excited for the future! Without any further ado...

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The routine was one that Tiffany’s friends now found to be all too familiar. When she got upset, the first thing she did was gather up her long, red hair and throw it over her shoulder. This part was expected take a few seconds as her voluminous hair could be a bit unruly and often fall in front of her pale, freckled face. Once it was done, she took a deep breath, as deep as she possibly could. A second hung in the air, a brief, momentary pause, just holding the breath inside her. Then, she shoved her face into the deep crevice, the ravine, the canyon that was her cleavage and let out a long, muffled scream. It was amusing, though they wouldn’t tell her so, to watch her heave her breasts from beneath far enough to put her head between them, but in this instance, the table she sat at provided a perfect ledge on which to rest her breasts, sparing her arms the herculean lift.

This scream was particularly deep, Valerie silently noted while sipping her bubble tea, sitting across from her buxom friend. The table was on the far edge of a small strip mall, far away from any prying eyes and with virtually no chance of anyone eavesdropping. Between the autumn air and the tea, a slight chill was creeping in. For a moment, Valerie wished she hadn’t cut her dark hair so short, feeling goosebumps spread over her neck. She drew her denim jacket tighter around her slender shoulders, glancing down at her watch. Having known Tiffany since before her gargantuan breasts had even thought about beginning to grow, she knew she could count the number of lung refills like counting the rings of a tree to figure out just how frustrated her friend was. By the time Tiffany finally emerged from her own bosom, her throat burned. Valerie took another sip of her drink, reaching across the table to grab Tiffany’s drink and offer it to her, pushing the straw against Tiffany’s lips.

“Jeez, Tiff. A four? You didn’t even scream that much when you got your homecoming dress.”

Tiffany groaned, pounding her fist against the table, sending a ripple through her bust. She snatched the cup from Valerie’s hand and took a big, angry swig, as angry as one can be when drinking a Cookies ‘n’ Cream milkshake. “That was different.” Though the drink helped, screaming had left her voice hoarse. She lifted her head just far enough to put her arms under her chin, her breasts making for a soft pillow underneath. “At least then I had someone I could yell at instead of just the vague idea of ‘my hormones’ or ‘my genetics’. And, in fairness to her, the seamstress did apologize. I can’t really blame her for not believing the measurements I sent in.” Tiffany blew a puff of air upward, pushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. “This is just…” Tiffany took another deep breath, as if she was about to aim for a five, only to let it out in a defeated sigh.  “My fucking tits are already such a hassle, Val. I really don’t know if I can handle them getting much bigger. I’m gonna have to… I don’t know… carry them around in a wheelbarrow or something.”

Valerie let out a quick, wry chuckle. “Well, I’m sure you could find no shortage of guys and probably a good number of girls who would help push!”

Despite herself, Tiffany’s lips curled into a subtle smile. “I’m serious, Val! I really thought I was done growing and now… another growth spurt? My doctor told me I could literally double in size. I can’t even imagine that!” She fished one of her hands out from under her chin and lightly ran it over the upper swell of one of her tits, her oversized hoodie making them seem even softer.

“I’m already past conventional bra sizes, like, significantly. My boobs were big enough to get me out of running in gym class! Some girls are like ‘Ooh, look at me, I can almost fit half a beer bottle between my boobies’ but I could fucking bury a Stanley tumbler with room left over for another.  For all of this-“ She smacked the side of her tit, the impact rippling across her bust like a waterbed. “to double? I’d struggle to reach my own nipples, Val! I already kinda do! Fuck, I’d be at least fifty percent tit. Maybe closer to seventy-five. It doesn’t help matters that I’m more suited to be the basketball than to play it.” No one in her family was particularly tall, but the growth and weight of Tiffany’s breasts had kept her at a notably short stature, only reaching five feet when standing on her tiptoes, a dangerous feat considering how front-heavy she was. Her backside had a pleasant curve to it as well, but it was completely overshadowed by the gargantuan bust sloshing in front of her.

Valerie reached out and put her hand on her friend’s elbow, trying her best to be comforting. “Hey, your body is going to do what it’s going to do. No sense in worrying too much. You’ll roll with the punches and, no matter what, you’ve got Ol’ Val sticking by your side.” Tiffany smiled at the nickname, ironic considering that Valerie was exactly one month younger.

Another sigh rolled out between Tiffany’s lips. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right! You’re right. I’m still me. I’m more than just my boobs. No matter how big they get, I’m still Tiffany.”

Valerie’s grin took on a mischievous undertone, her brown eyes shining, as she quickly moved around to the other side of the table. She nudged her friend with her elbow, dropping her voice to a low whisper. “And I know that having a pair of big, soft tits isn’t all bad, is it?” Valerie and Tiffany were very close and there were few secrets between the two. Valerie pressed her finger deep into the soft, accepting side of Tiffany’s breast. The busty girl yelped in shock, only getting one or two syllables into asking what Valerie thought she was doing before the words were interrupted by a keening whimper. Blush surged into Tiffany’s cheeks and she once again returned her face to her cleavage, this time in embarrassment and arousal rather than frustration. She made a half-hearted attempt to push Valerie away, but the way her friend wiggled her finger, playing with her breast, made it hard to think. “Hnnngg… V-val… Not here…”

An impish giggle rose from Valerie, only stopping to lean in and give her friend a quick peck on the cheek. “Just wanted to remind you that there are some upsides to these things. Remember that one night when we got drunk and you were fucking begging me so I just kept sucking and sucking and sucking and-“

Tiffany shot upright, nearly dragging her tits off the table. Her cheeks ached with blush, close to bruising. “VALERIE!” It was a barely intelligible squeak, but it got the point across, Valerie breaking into laughter. She draped her arm over her friend’s back, rubbing her shoulders.

“Easy, baby. Relax. I’m just teasing. We should probably head over to the book store before it gets too late, yeah? I’ve been waiting weeks for them to get more of the next book in the Amethyst cycle.”

The words went in one of Tiffany’s ears and out of the other without touching anything in between. The busty girl could barely concentrate. All she could think about was how it would feel to have her breasts sucked while being twice as big. She might actually lose her mind. Beneath her sweatshirt, her nipples stiffened and quivered. She swallowed. “H-huh? Oh, yeah, let’s uh… let’s get out of here.” She winced as she stood, feeling her breasts slide along the table, bracing herself for the impact when they finally slipped off the edge and slapped into her torso. The two of them took a few steps towards Valerie’s car (The Val-mobile, as she called it) only for Tiffany to stop, reaching out for her friend’s sleeve. “Hey, uh, you meant what you said, right? About sticking with me no matter how big I get?”

Valerie smiled bright, leaning over to kiss the top of her friend’s head. Their developments had led them in very different directions; Tiffany grew outward while Valerie grew upward, nearly a foot taller than her friend and a modest handful on her chest, though anyone would look small next to Tiffany. “Of course, cutie. I love you. Always have. I’m with you no matter how big you get.”

A hint of panic crept into Tiffany’s voice. “But… But what if they don’t stop? And I’m just a fucking gross titty monster and I can’t even lift them anymore and I take up an entire room with just one of my boobs and-“

Valerie’s warm hands settled on Tiffany’s cheeks, tilting her up to look at her taller, slender friend. “No. Matter. How. Big. Okay? I mean it. You’re my best friend and that’s never, ever going to change.”

Tiffany nodded, letting her eyes close while she took a deep breath to center herself. When she let it out, she looked back up at Valerie. There was silence for a moment, a strange tension between them. Tiffany opened her mouth only to close it again. On her second attempt, she got it.

“M-more like breast friend, am I right?”

Valerie blinked before busting out in laughter. “You’re such a goofball, Jesus. See? Room-filling boobs aren’t going to take away that razor wit. Now, can we go already? I have to know what Iskandar and Alexan will do when they get to Drosenia. I swear to god, if there’s only one bed at that inn, I am going to flip.”

Now it was Tiffany’s turn to laugh. “Only you, Val. Only you.” The two chatted about the series and the improbably tense situations the characters found themselves in as they trudged to the car. No matter how many times she did it, Tiffany had yet to find a way to climb into the passenger seat gracefully, flopping down into the seat and letting her bust wobble on her chest. She was the only one who ever rode in that seat, so Valerie just left the seatbelt extender in place, letting Tiffany buckle it over her vast expanse of tit. She needed the extender even with it slightly inside her cleavage. The sensitivity of her bust reared its head once again as the engine turned over, sending vibrations through her body. As Valerie began to pull out of the parking spot, Tiffany mumbled a slightly embarrassed thanks for her friend’s care and understanding. Valerie didn’t need to reply, simply patting her friend’s thigh as the two hit the road.

The window was cool against Tiffany’s cheek as she stared wistfully out of it. She was still a bit apprehensive about growing – How could she not? – But at least, now, she felt a bit more secure in what the future could hold. As long as she had Valerie, someone to support her and care for her, nothing else mattered. And who knows? Maybe Val was right. Maybe there could be upsides to being so big.

[ellstronaut]

I’M ONLY A FOOL FOR YOU

thinking about Ellie singing this while having a messy situationship with you

it’s a constant battle of hot and cold, a dangerous dance between love and lust. some days she can’t even stand the sight of you, pretty but messy all the while—yet other times she can’t get enough—

how is it that you’re both confident and insecure, cold yet warm? a walking paradox wrapped up in the sweetest deception — you drive her to the brink of insanity, pushing her emotions to the extreme, leaving her in turmoil, desperately grappling for balance amidst the whirlwind of your presence

she hates how she can’t get you out of her head —hates how you linger like a bittersweet aftertaste. tries to be strong, tells herself it’s just physical, just pleasure, but the truth is you’ve woven yourself into her thoughts

because every time she walks away, every goddamn time, she’s sucked helplessly into your gravitational pull. it’s infuriating and exhilarating as it is addicting. but she craves it, hates it, and hates herself even more for it

hooked on your touch, the way you take care of her even if it’s to a fault. every time you kiss her, she loses all sense of restraint. every time you press your body against hers, closer and closer, skin tingling where your fingers wander

lower and lower—it’s a reckless freefall, a storm of sensations

you’re so casual about it

“so fuckin’ pretty el”

“s-sorry”

“dont be”

so unapologetic, and she’s caught off guard how effortlessly the words slip out your tongue, a mixture of pride, desire—

“you’re such a dick,” she’d mumble, a hint of annoyance. contrasting greatly with the way her body responds to you. the slight crack in her voice, a shiver of vulnerability that belies her flustered state, heart pulsing at your praise—secretly wanting to hear you say it again, because honestly? beneath her tough exterior she craves validation only you can give.

“good girl”

it makes her weak—every. single. time; the deep, smooth drawl of your voice, so firm so authoritative, so drunk

or when you gently stroke her hair — every time your fingers thread between her messy auburn locks, the shiver that shoots down her spine. every stroke, every curl—slow and tender, she can feel it, and for a moment you’re taking care of something delicate—

precious

it drives her batshit crazy. the power you hold over her, that in a matter of seconds you can reduce her to a shuddering mess, half flustered, the other half just incredibly, foolishly turned on

“don’t,” she’d warn

a weak protest, you both know it, she’d see the way the corners of your mouth turn into an impish grin, smug bastard you are—ugh.

“don’t what, baby?” you’d ask, voice low, sultry, a tad bit dangerous

“stop,” she’d try again, voice lacking conviction. you can tell she’s torn between resisting and giving in, between her ego and this pathetic desire for you to continue

“why should i?” you’d say, a teasing tone. one hand settled just above the band of her shorts, the other reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, your touch feather-light yet oh-so-intimate

breath catching. body arching, you’re so crazy observant, gingerly stroking the faint scar on her upper lip, kissing her there would be cruel, to suckle, leave a mark, this territorial need to brand her—

the thought crosses your mind,

to claim her, make her yours in that primal way. it’s an impulse, a possessiveness you can’t fully explain. she’s so beautiful, so perfect — and yet there’s something about knowing that someone else might’ve left a mark on her, some other fool who had the pleasure of kissing her, caressing her pretty pretty skin

stirs something within you

you don’t like it

ignites this animalistic feeling. a need to protect, to erase any evidence of anyone else’s hands on her body, replace it with your own touch, your own taste, your own name on her pretty pretty lips.

“look at me” you instruct, chin angled up to meet your gaze. a feral edge to your voice, a hunger that can’t be ignored. fingers wedged between her thighs, inching closer and closer towards that sweet spot. her body tensing, shaky little gasps, the tension between you almost palpable—

this idea of being the only one who gets to see her like this, vulnerable and needy and aching— it’s the only thing keeping you from losing your damn mind right—this insatiable desire to make her writhe and whimper, to make her feel things—consumes you to the brim,

it takes all of your restraint not to sink your teeth into her skin

she wants to tell you off, tell you to keep your hands to yourself for once, but the words get stuck in her throat.

so your hands move over her like you’re mapping every dip every curve. that you’ve memorised every inch, they’re gentle but firm, teasing yet tantalizing—a relentless assault on her senses

because making her cum

isn’t a chore, unravelling her in the most intimate way is your favourite game. every move on your part calculated, designed to drive her over the edge, to toy with her. no, you revel in it. it’s a challenge, an art you’ve mastered. you know exactly how to touch her, where to press and kiss, to slow down, when to speed up. it’s a slow, delicious game and she’s

so, so helpless

and so so reactive

the sound of her moans and gasps, the way your name quivers from her lips; a desperate plea.

but even then, the fights still leave her chest hollow, aching, and the silence that follows? the cold shoulder you give her? leave her reeling and desperate for comfort, any semblance of closure you know damn well you’re not willing to give her

hurts

a bone-deep ache that settles in her chest, just another reminder of how complicated things are between you—how complicated you are

it’s the way you shut her out, sweet one minute, like ice the next. she’s tired of it, tired of your flaky ass moods, the way you shut her out when you’re mad.

consistency, a normal relationship, is that too much to ask? but you just can’t seem to give her that can you?

no matter how badly she craves your attention—how good it feels being this close, there’s always repercussions. always stupid shit to argue over then apologise profusely weeks later. you blame it on your zodiac, or some stupid-self-diagnosed-shit-like-avoidant-attachment-style

she knows you’re deflecting, its easier to blame your actions on stupid shit like the stars than your own mistakes and shortcomings. and yet, she can’t help but want you. it would be oh-so easy to walk away, find someone who can offer her stability

normalcy

which only makes the pain all too real. it’s maddening, the way you make her feel. how can someone be so infuriatingly wonderful? cruel, loving, passionate

yet she can’t even bring herself to face the truth

cause fuck being vulnerable

that shit hurts

caring too much fuckin hurts

@bonnibelblanca

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All the Good Girls Go To Hell 20

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, power imbalance, injury, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You come home for the summer but your break is not as relaxing as you expect.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Note: Friday! (again)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

It takes until noon to get yourself together. The world around you feels disconnected and hazy, beyond your reach. You just want to hide from the chaos your life has become, but you know you can't do that. Bucky says as much, telling you to take it all in small steps. The first; get your car.

You slump in the passenger seat of Bucky's range rover, arms folded over your fraught stomach. Never again. It's never worth it, even if it lets you forget. You just have to remember it all the next day, all while feeling shitty as hell.

He pulls up in front of Harry's house and you slowly sit forward to look around him. You gulp and fish out your keys, the jingle making you wince. You blow out a breath and undo your seat belt.

"Should I come with you, doll?" He offers, one hand on the wheel.

You look at him. His long hair is draw back into a ponytail at the back of his head, a few strands dangle loose to his chin. His square jaw is speckled with dark stubble and few patches of silver. His steely blue eyes shine as his plain white tee and blue jeans offer a perfect canvas for his easy allure. The way he looks at you makes it hard not to notice how handsome he is.

"No, no, I'll just go get my car and follow you back to your place. Should be easy."

You pull the door handle before you can lose your nerve. You're grateful for Bucky's help but you need to do this on your own. He can't coddle you and you can't expect everything from him. You don't want to be in this situation ever again; cast out and lost.

You get out and gently shut the door. You round the front of the tall rover and push your glasses up your nose. You cross the street, tucking your hands in your pockets as you keep your shoulders curled and head down. You cross the pavement and head up the tarmac, stopping short as you catch sight of your car.

Your mouth falls open as you gape at the mess strewn across it. Shaving cream streaks the hood and roof, toilet paper draped over it in tangled strips, and eggs smashed into the worn paint. As you get closer, you notice the only blank patch is keyed with the words 'dumb bitch'. You stare stunned at the desecration of your only possession.

You shake your head and don't look up at the house. You can guess it was probably Harry and his friends. This is the type of stuff the got up to in high school and these people made it clear that you're an outsider. 

You near the car and grab a few strips of toilet paper, pulling them off and wadding them up as you try to wipe off the yolk and half-melted cream. Some of it's caked on after sitting for at least half the night. You sigh and focus on just tearing the tissue off. You can hit a car wash but you don't know what you'll do about the scratches.

As you scrape off what you can, you hear a door and sense a shadow. Harry's laughter rattles in the afternoon sun and you ignore him as you toss clumps of cream and toilet paper onto the ground. You unlock the door and he catches it from the outside, holding it in place.

"Do you get the hint now?" He asks darkly.

"Leave me alone," you tug on the door and it doesn't budge.

"Naomi is better than you. You're just some stupid nerd who doesn't know her place. The only reason Peter was interested is because he wants to make MJ jealous--"

"I don't care--"

"You're too boring for her," he sneers, "so better go off back to your corner and cry, little girl."

"Frig off," you spit at him, "and let go!"

You try to jerk the door away and he just snickers again. You bear your teeth in frustration and roll your eyes. If he wants you gone, why won't he let you go?

"She helped. The eggs were her idea," he taunts. You don't care if she did or not, her loyalties are clear enough. You saw them last night.

"Hey," Bucky's voice rips through your standoff and you turn as he storms up the driveway. "Back up, jackass."

"Jesus Christ, not this geezer," Harry snarls.

"Yes, this geezer," Bucky barks, "go inside before I show you what an old man can do."

"Whatever, bro."

"Whatever," Bucky stomps past you and stops only inches from Harry, looming over him, "I'm up for whatever you choose, boy."

Harry huffs and curls his lip. He raises his hands and takes a step back, "you're not worth the trouble."

"Sure," Bucky keeps his shoulder in front of you, blocking you in, "go on and run back to your posse of dumbasses."

Harry waves him off and turns on his heel, slides flopping under him as he tramps like a toddler back to the house. You shudder and look at Bucky as he turns to you. He rests his hand on the top of the door.

"You alright, doll?" He softens his tone.

"Yeah, fine, he's just dumb."

"Mm," he looks past you, "assholes. Let's get this thing cleaned up and--" He pauses and shifts away, bending to examine the message etched into the paint, "hmmmmm," he growls, "good thing I know how to buff this stuff out." He stands straight, hands on his hips, his pose accentuating his chest and biceps, "you want me to drive this thing till we get it washed or--"

"No, no, it's okay," you murmur, "I just wanna get out off here."

"Sure thing," he tries to smile but his cheek ticks as his eyes drift angrily to the house, "don't let appearances fool you, there people are trash."

🌞

When you get back to Bucky's, he unfolds a lawn chair and points you to it. There's little argument to be had as his anger has you tongue-tied. You know it's not directed at you but you can feel it steaming off of him. You've never been good at handling that sort of emotion, especially from others.

It's probably for the better. Your head is pounding, even in the shadow of the awning, and you stomach is still wobbly with uncertainty. You rest your chin in your hand as you watch him spraying your car with the nozzle of the hose. As he does, the splash back dampens the front of his tee, the fabric clinging to his stomach as he sneers at his task.

He shut the hose off and grabs the sponge from the bucket, scrubbing at the harder to get patches until has has it mostly clean. He gives it another rinse with hose and rolls it up, dumping the bucket in the grass and dropping the sponge inside. He puts the pail down and sits on the steps, only a foot away from you. 

"Sure made a mess of myself," he looks down at his wet shirt, wiping his hands on it before tugging it upwards. He strips it off and shakes it out as you avert your wiley gaze. "I'll buff the side later and it should be fine. Probably have to find somewhere to fix the paint properly, though."

"Thanks, uh, you've really done... enough."

"Shitty," he mutters clutching the shirt in his hand. As he leans an elbow on his knee, your eyes stray to the trim of hair across his broad chest. You hide your wandering gaze and focus on your hands, "I'm sorry she dragged you into all this. Really... and I know I've probably not made it any easier."

"I guess I'm just confused. I don't know what to do with myself. I guess I should keep looking for a job but at this rate, I won't have one until I have to head back to campus. If I even get to go." You exhale shakily, "my parents split tuition but if my mom cuts me off... I don't know what to do."

He nods and gives a thoughtful hum. He sits back and props his elbow on the step behind him, his muscled stomach tugging at your gaze. No, stop.

"I never had kids. Obviously. Always knew I couldn't give them everything I would want to, you know? But if I did, I'd give them everything I could. I just don't get it. I really don't, you're a good girl and they just don't see what's right in front of them," he sucks his teeth, "well, how about..." he stops himself and lets his leg sway one way then the other, "I could offer you a job. You could do some work around the shop. Sweeping up sawdust and stuff but the pay is good."

You nod and chew your lip. It's a nice idea. More than you deserve.

"What... what about..."

"Steve? You let me handle him. Really, he's just a dumbass. Gets carried away. Besides, sounds like he has his hands full with your mom and his wife," he scoffs, "you'll be working with me, not him."

You wiggle your foot, "I don't know..."

"It's your choice but it'll keep you busy and it could help with money problems," he puts his hand flat, "all you have to do is say yes. Oh, and obviously, whatever you decide, you got a place to stay."

You glance up at the house and frown, "I don't... what about Naomi?"

"What about her? If she comes back, same thing for her. She has a room here. I made promises and I don't break those. However she feels about me, I wasn't the one who hit the self-destruct button."

You drop your head, holding it tight as it feels ready to splinter. It's not just your hangover, it's everything else. You squeak and rub your temples with your thumbs.

"You okay?" Bucky leans forward and touches your elbow.

You lift your head gently, "yeah. I just feel awful. That I ever thought you were... bad. After everything, you won't even turn her away."

"She's lost. She's careless but she's young. I only ever wanted to help her, I was just selfish about how," he shrugs and retracts his hand, "but anyway," he stands and touches his lower back, "I think you should go inside, chill out on the couch, and watch some Netflix. I'll get you something nice and greasy to eat for that hangover."

You whimper and give a pathetic smile, "I'm sorry about that," you stand with some effort, "I don't usually drink like that--"

He laughs, "don't apologise," he waves you up the steps ahead of him, "I'm going to start being honest with you so I do need to tell you that it was really cute."

You giggle and shake your head as you reach for the front door. He's fast and extends his arm past you, opening it around you, close, so close you can feel the heat roiling off of him.

"No, it wasn't," you insist.

"It really was," he snorts as he follows you inside, "you get this pout and it's just..." he's quiet as you slip your shoes off, a lull as he weighs his words, "gorgeous."

You chuckle nervously and rub your neck. He clears his throat and toes off his sneakers. He moves around you cautiously, as if fighting not to get any closer.

"I'll go grab my phone and we'll figure out what to order," he mutters, his tone uneven, "you just make yourself at home."

🌞

You feel a bit more stable once you have a good meal in your stomach. Good being a relative term. The greasy cheeseburger and onions rings are hardly nutritious but they are satisfying. 

You slurp on your diet coke as you lay with your head up against the armrest and lose yourself in the shallow drama of the reality show personalities. An argument about a dress really is compelling theatre. You put the cup down and hug the cushion to your chest, laughing as a woman storms out, tossing her wine in the process. Wow, and you thought your life was ridiculous.

You yawn and close your eyes. It's getting late. You should probably go to the guest room and try to sleep off the last of your alcoholic regret. 

The end of the couch dips and your eyes snap open. Bucky sits just below your feet, tilting his head at the screen. He arches his brow as his eyes search the television. His mouth slants as he looks at you.

"So, why are these women screaming at each other?" He asks.

"Oh, uh, you can change it," you go to sit up but he firmly puts his hand on your ankle.

"No, I'm curious. Genuinely."

"Really, it's just a stupid show--"

"I want to know," he smiles and glances back at the TV, "they are really angry."

"Well, the blonde one borrowed a dress from the brunette and never gave it back but the blonde claims she did and the other woman is lying. And the other blonde is saying she saw the dress in the brunette's closet," you explain and end with a chortle, "it really is nonsense."

He keeps his hand on your ankle, his thumb rubbing through the cotton of your sock. He nods and squints, "the brunette is lying."

"Hmm? How do you know?"

"You can tell," he points with his other hand, his other slipping down your foot. "She keeps looking left."

"Oh?" You look between him and the television, overly aware of his hand. He pushes his thumb into your sole and you groan at the delightful pressure.

"You ticklish?" He wonders as he drags his thumb along your arch, "huh?"

"A little," you confess, "what are you--"

"Just... being nice," he grips your foot as you try to pull away once more, "just lay back. Everyone loves a good foot massage, don't they?"

"I... I wouldn't know," you push yourself up on your elbows and watch him knead your foot, barely withholding a moan. He knows what he's doing. "Never had one before."

"Really? Well, you got a lot of tension right... here," he poke his thumb into you and your squeal. It sends a zing up your leg. "See? I told you, you need to relax. I'm just helping." He grabs your ankle higher up and yanks, just hard enough to have you flat on your back, "sit back and enjoy, doll. You deserve it."

[oneforthemunny]

seek and destroy |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: based off this ask. you and eddie play your favorite game.

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contains: 18+ minor dni!!! cowboy!eddie, language, primal play, dom/sub tones, p in v sex, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie.

Cheek smushed against Eddie's worn Wranglers, those faded work jeans that were thick, protective for the days on the ranch, your eyes blinked blearily towards the screen. Your cheek was warm against his thick thigh, eyes shutting and nose tipping towards the worn blue jeans. It took everything in you not to bite the flesh, hard and tough from years of Bronco riding and work on the ranch.

Eddie's calloused hand ran through your hair, scratching your scalp lightly and letting his hand glide down your spine, tickling the top of your little cotton shorts. He let the tip of his pinkie swipe under the band of your shorts, rubbing the soft flesh of your tailbone, lazily spinning a toothpick around his lips.

You'd made him stop smoking in the house, nose curling at the smoke filled scent that lingered no matter how many candles you lit. As sweet and domestic as the cowboy was, he was still a bachelor before you, and some of those habits still carried on when you came into his life. He didn't have throw pillows, or hand towels, and he smoked cigarettes in the house; until you came along and changed all of that, changed him for the better. He still fidgeted, itched for a cigarette after dinner but wanting to stay in your company, so the tooth pick was the compromise for indoors.

You blew air from your lips, a heavy sigh, lashes fluttering and cutting to catch Eddie's reaction. His eyes stayed on the TV, watching re-runs of Alias Smith and Jones, Eddie's favorite show from when he was younger. He'd always watch it with Wayne and his Mama, while his dad and granddaddy were out drinking themselves silly.

"Ed," You sighed, turning so you lied on your back, blinking up at him. You should feel the zipper of his jeans, heavy bulge resting deliciously under your head, squirming at the thought.

A half-lidded hum was your response, puddle eyes blinking through thick framed lashes to look down at you, a dimpled smile that left you glowing and burning. You reached your hand out, cupping the stubble of his chin, thumb tracing the scruff lovingly.

Lip tucked under your teeth, you hesitated for a moment, Eddie's lips moving to the pad of your thumb, a sweet kiss that had your hear swelling, cheeks painting with red heat. Your hips rolled gently, thighs pressing together at the movement, the slight suckling of his lips around your digits.

“Hi, pretty girl.” Eddie cooed, leaving you blistering under his warm gaze, swimming in his affection.

You grinned, blinking up at him. “Hi,” you whispered back, pressing your head further into his lap to see him better, take in all those features you’d memorized a million times over. The ones you adored so much.

Eddie's brows furrowed, thick and exaggerated, making you giggle, toothy and sweet. "What's on your mind, honey?" Eddie asked, hand rubbing down your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear, feather light touch down the lobe.

You hesitated, tilting your head to the side, brushing against his crotch. You could feel his hips tense, your thighs pressing together, heat thrumming through your core, pulsing and making you flush.

"Hmm," You hummed, batting your lashes up at him. Eddie grinned, dimples and hungry eyes. "Nothin'... 'm just..." You shivered, a stuttering breath leaving your lungs.

Eddie lifted a brow, curiously- darkly. Like he knew what you were going to say, like he wanted you to. Heat pooled in the pit of your tummy, leaving you shuddering under his half-lidded look.

"'m just," You tilted your head to the side, cheeks blooming with heat. "I'm bored, Ed."

The phrase, that singular phrase was a gateway into your favorite game. A game just for you and Eddie to play, your own version of cat and mouse, hide and seek, hunter and prey.

Eddie's grin grew wider and wider, nearly comical, the Cheshire Cat smile that left you squirming, heart thumping with excitement. His hand gripped on your thigh firmly, rolling the tooth pick around his thumb and forefinger, plucking it out of his mouth calmly.

"Bored?" Eddie asked, mocking and excited. His eyes were wild, dark and lust blown. "Hmm, well, that's no fun." He hummed, tilting his head down at you.

Your heart hammered, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. You gave him your subbiest, prettiest eyes, his weakness. You pouted, lip jutting gently and nodding.

Eddie tutted, hand cupping your jaw gently, thumb rolling over your lower lip. "Well, what should we do about that then?" His brow raised dramatically, the creases by his eyes deepening. "Wanna play a game?"

That's how it started. How it always started.

You'd bound off the steps of the porch, screen door squealing behind you before sprinting off into the darkness, boots and a flashlight your only necessities. Hide and seek, maybe-sorta. Hide and seek with a twist, something more sinister at the end.

Eddie would wind the timer to five minutes, taking his time to sit in his arm chair until it shrilled to life. You used to wonder if he'd cheat, sneak and look and see where you went, but Eddie never did. No way, he'd never deprive himself of such a thrill.

Your back pressed against the wooden planks of the barn, the gentle hum of the buzzing light at the top of the barn, the only light besides the house. Your heart pounded loudly, thundering and deafening in your ears. That familiar tingling heat of excitement roaming down to you core, throbbing and clenching around nothing, the anticipation of what's to come.

You gasped a little when the timer sounded, hand covering your mouth to quiet any other sounds. The cicadas chirped and buzzed in the nighttime, and you were thankful for the sound they made, concealing your tiny puffs of air. The cutting sound of the screen door groaning open, then latching, Eddie's heavy boots on the ground. He whistled the whole way, casual and calm- menacing. Like he knew you were lurking around.

"C'mere, Medusa." Eddie's gruff voice, graveling and a little chilling. "C'mon, sweet girl. Need y'to help me, baby."

Your knees buckled at the endearments. He knew you were around, the asshole. Of course he did. Why else would he use your favorite pet names if he didn't? Now, he was just playing dirty.

You heard him step into the barn, the soft grunt from being disturbed so late followed by Eddie's soothing apologies. You saw your chance. You knew once he got on Medusa, she'd sense you nearly immediately, too close to be concealed for long. You slid carefully, soft, calculated side steps towards the back of the barn, near the opposite side.

You'd wait until Eddie went to the shed- because he always did- before making a dash for the house. You'd be waiting for him triumphantly like you did the time you'd played before. You'd been so smug you had won, and Eddie had been more than happy to give you your prize, spending the night between your legs while he made you into a mess on his sheets.

Your boots slid easily, quietly, over the soft grass, ear turned to the barn to hear Eddie's movements. "I know, girl, I know. You're just about as huffy as your mama, you know that?" Eddie grumbled to the huffy horse. You blushed at the title, a high honor from Eddie. Medusa was his favorite horse, his best girl. You sometimes wondered if he loved her more than you.

You bit back a grin, pressing your ear closer, palms flat on the wood while you side shuffled. "Don't tell me you're gonna start bein' bratty all the time too, now. Don't think I can handle two brats on my ranch, darlin'." Eddie jested lightly, and you could practically see him petting her snout, her nuzzling his hand sweetly.

You bit back a small laugh, feeling giggly and warm at the thought. The rubber tip of your boots brushed against the discarded plank on the ground, sending you into a slow motion fall. Your knees buckling, hand slapping against the wood, breathy gasp falling out of your lips.

There was a silence.

A moment where you stilled, heart pounding, eyes wide and waiting.

Eddie laughed, low and gravelly. "Well, honey, looks like I won't be needin' you tonight after all." Eddie purred to Medusa, the click of the gate made you jump. "Baby, don't tell me you went that easy on me this time."

Your heart jumped with every heavy footstep that crept closer and closer, eyes darting from the back door of the barn back to the field. Hand pushing off the wood, you took off in a sprint- well, as much as you could in your knee high boots. Rubber slapping against your shins with every pounding step towards the fenced field.

The barn door swung open, but you didn't dare look back. "Oh, here we go." Eddie laughed, hands clapping together excitedly before he was sprinting after you. Long legs stealing the space between you easily, unfairly.

You got to the rusted gate, thick rubber wedging into the pole before you hoisted yourself up, swinging your leg over the gate so you straddled it. You thought for a moment, you might really win. That you could at least get a head start towards the back door of the house, beat Eddie to the bedroom.

Two strong, inked hands around your waist ripped those dreams away from you. "Wait! No!" You gasped, gripping the rusted fence before you were yanked down.

"You went to easy on me this time, girlie." Eddie laughed, strong arms wrapping around you, holding you tight against his chest. You squirmed, boots stomping onto the ground. "I didn't even have to saddle up this time."

"That's not fair!" You whined, boot stomping onto the ground. You knew you sounded childish, whiny and bratty. You also knew Eddie liked that. Judging by the growing bulge pressing into your ass, he liked it a lot.

"I fell, Ed, that doesn't count! Do a re-do!" You huffed, wiggling in his arms.

"Oh, sweet girl, you know the rules." Eddie cooed, wrenching you around in his grasp so his nose brushed yours. Even in the dark of the night, you could see how blown his pupils were.

"But I fell." You pouted, eyes rounding helplessly up at him. "That doesn't count."

Eddie hummed, dark and teasing. "I think you and I both know, it does count." He growled. Your thighs twitched. "Now, you gonna be a sore loser? Do I need to rope ya and take you back to the house?"

You huffed, one that sounded similar to Medusa's from before. Eddie grinned, you two were spending too much time together. "No." You grumbled. "You're being mean, Eddie. You know I tripped."

"I know." Eddie cooed, taunting and babying. "That's why I'll go easy on you tonight. I won't be a gloatin' winner, I promise." He patted your ass gently, a chilling foreshadowing of what was to come.

Your lip jutted, the moon illuminating the pout in the moonlight. Eddie's heart lurched in his chest, stirring and swimming with excitement. "If ya wanted to play so badly, you coulda just asked, sweet girl." He grinned triumphantly at you.

You rolled your eyes, heavy and surly. If you lost already, you might as well act how you wanted. Eddie liked it when you'd get a little pouty, his grin spreading wider and wider on his face. Your boots stomped on the ground, arms crossed over your chest, while Eddie's arm slid around your waist, pulling you into his hip.

You took your losing like the true team player you were. The last thing you wanted was for Eddie to deem you were a sore loser.

"Look at you." Eddie cooed, standing back to admire his handiwork. Dimples that grew, carved deeper and deeper into that dark stubble, tongue poking out in satisfaction. "Pretty as a picture, ain't ya, baby?"

You didn't reply, wiggling your hips gently instead. Eddie had you hands tied, roped up in a soft rope that left your arms folded behind your back, wrist to elbow in that tight, black rope. Your legs were spread, each one tied to a different bed post, ass high in the air with the throw pillows- throw pillows you'd bought to make the place more homey.

Eddie's calloused hand ran over your thigh, skating over the naked flesh with a low growl. "Mmm, can't wait to play with my prize." He muttered. "Always such a lovely prize, ain't ya? Pretty and sweet and so obedient."

You whined, pulsing at your core. He always made a big show of tying you up, sensual teasing that had you mewling and squirming in his touch.

"Please, Ed, you said you weren't gonna be mean." You pouted, lip jutting when you looked up at him. Your face smushed against the mattress, hair braided back to keep it from falling. Eddie had gently braided it back, just a simple three piece weaving braid to keep your hair out of your eyes- he knew how much you hated it.

"'M not, baby. You just look so pretty. Can't help it." Eddie grinned, pinching your cheek gently.

"I'm tempted to just dive right in." Eddie wondered out loud, leaving you shaking in his wake. "But I think you and I both know the prize I want tonight."

You huffed, hiding your face. Of course, he'd want to fuck your ass. He always did, always slipping a pinky in when he was fucking you from behind. You only let him fuck your ass every now and then, it always left you a little sore the next day, but it was well worth it- you just didn't let him know that.

"That sound alright with you, baby?" Eddie asked, a hand gently running down your spine. His voice sounded genuine, eyes furrowing lightly. "We don't hafta if you're not feelin' it-"

"No, it's alright." You sighed heavily, eyes batting up at him. "But will you untie me if you're gonna do that."

Eddie smiled, nodding at you. "I will, honey. I know how you like it."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, blazing over your chest and neck. You were thankful your were face down, hoping he couldn't see how flustered he made you.

Eddie knelt down between your parted legs, string hands gripping your cheeks, pulling them apart. His mouth salivated at the sight, puffy lips and a perfect puckered hole, he was dying to taste.

"You'll let me know if it's too much?" Eddie asked lowly, his thumb circling your hole gently, making your toes clench and curl at the sensation.

"Yes." You whimpered, eyes squeezing tight. "I will, Ed."

"Good." Eddie grinned. He gave you a firm slap to the fatty flesh of your ass, lips rolling at the recoil. "Saddle up, baby. We're in for a long night."

***

"Fuck, look at you," Eddie grunted, hips snapping against the plushness of your ass, your hips lurching with every powerful thrust into you. "Feel good?"

Eddie could feel his knee touching the sopping towel beneath him, soaked with your release and the runny lube he'd squirted into your tightest hole. He'd worked you open with his tongue, as much as he could, until he pulled the lube out of his bedside.

You hadn't expected him to work your ass open while he fucked your sopping, aching pussy, but he'd surprised you- he always did. Pulling you up onto your hands and knees, burying himself balls deep inside of your cunt, filling you so deeply until he was jabbing that sensitive spot deep inside you that had your brain numbing with every deep stroke.

His fingers pumped further and further inside your tightest hole, stretching you open, getting you ready for his cock. "Oh!" You gasped, back arching further into his strokes, his fingers disappearing further inside of you.

"Fuck, Ed, right there! Right there!" You panted, eyes rolling back into the sockets. You felt full, so fucking full. Your legs shook, wobbly and unsteady with every furious stroke he gave you.

"Feel good?" Eddie grunted, snapping his hips so they were flush against you. "You- mmm, fuck- You feel good, darlin'. S'good. Makin' me feel like a real winner, ya know that? Always a fuckin' winner with you, baby. My best prize." He mumbled, rambling incoherently, his own ecstasy clouding his mind.

You let your head fall onto the mattress, another wave of pleasure leaving you clenching, abs sore from the constant tightening of the muscles, quivering and whimpering. Eddie slowed down, long and slow thrusts of his hips, his two fingers sinking deeper into your ass.

"I think- think you're ready f'me." Eddie's chest heaved, heart beat fluttering and pounding in his chest. "You think you're ready f'me, baby?"

You nodded, the white sound static filling your ears, too far removed in yourself but coherent enough to nod. "Baby, can you hear me?" Eddie asked, pulling out of you. You shivered at the loss, that full feeling leaving your gasping at its absence. "Can you look at me, honey?" Eddie cooed gently, hand rubbing down your back, slippery with silky lube.

You turned, eyes blinking through bleary vision to look at him. Eddie tilted his head to the side, grinning lightly at you. "You feel alright?" He asked. "Needa stop?"

You shook your head, rolling over so you laid on your back, chest rising and falling sharply, covered in a shining sheen of sweat. "'M alright, Ed. I just need to lay like this." You muttered, reaching out for him. "I wanna see ya."

Eddie grinned. "Yeah? You just needed to see me, hm? I just needed to see you too, pretty girl. Love lookin' at ya." He muttered, his lips hovering over yours, strong, inked arms caging you before his lips pressed to yours.

You felt your heart burst, the familiar racing heat that left you gooey with adoration oozing out of your chest, hands running through those sticky curls. Eddie moved himself between your legs easily, angry cock rutting against your hot, sticky core. His thumb lazily rubbing over your clit, tongue slipping past your teeth, exploring every square inch of your mouth in a lewd, sloppy kiss.

"Mmm, be gentle, Ed." You muttered, hips clenching with the harsh rub of his thumb over your aching clit. "Be careful. 'M sensitive."

"I'm sorry, baby doll." Eddie tutted, his lips still lingering over yours, stubbled cheeks rubbing your face raw. "I'll be gentle. You ready for me?"

You nodded, lashes fluttering open to meet his, taking in his dark grin, excitement flaring behind those chocolate eyes. Oh, it had you throbbing, the thrill of pleasing him in such a way- having him return that pleasure back to you. You loved Eddie, you really fucking did. You'd never let anyone else do this to you- they couldn't get you like this even of they fucking tried.

You could feel the angry, leaking head of his cock positioned at your tight hole, one arm flexing by your head, holding himself up. The other pumping his shaft, lining himself up with you.

"You let me know if it hurts, alright?" Eddie's gaze lifted to yours, dark pupils hidden by long, thick lashes, fluttering to catch your gaze.

You clenched involuntarily. "Yeah, I will." You muttered, your hands reaching out to rub his inked arms, down the protruding veins that always left you throbbing. You loved watching him work out in the fields, the way his arms would flex strong and sturdy, just for you.

Eddie grinned, tongue poking out, caught between his lips while he focused, pushing the head in gently. "Open up for me, honey. 'Lil bit wider- there ya go." He groaned, patting your thigh gently.

He shimmied in, slow and calculated, eyes moving from your tight hold sucking him in, to your face, watching to make sure you were ok. "Feel alright? Relax f'me, darlin'." Eddie bit back a moan, primal and deep in his throat.

"Feels good, Ed. S'good." You whined, hands closing in a fist around the sheet, tipping your head back into the soft quilt.

Eddie rocked himself until he was full, stuffed into you, thumb circling your clit while he thrusted slowly. He wouldn't pout you out like this yet, it was still too new to you. He was proud of you, taking him fully, weeks of training paid off. He had no problem letting you know that.

"You're so good t'me. Too good, ain't ya, baby?" Eddie grunted, hips swirling and rolling, hands under your thighs, pressing them to your chest. "My perfect little baby aren't ya? Takin' Daddy's cock s'good."

"I am. I am takin' it so good. Feels so good, Daddy." You babbled back, the combo of his thumb and cock making your mind fuzz like TV static, blanking your thoughts, leaving your breathless.

Eddie's face fell into the crook of your neck, desperately trying to hide the whiney moans and whimpers he was always so scared of letting you hear. You'd melt every time you heard them, had no problem telling Eddie that, but he'd just blush and shake his head. He was too embarrassed to grunt and moan in your ear like you did to him. In time, you told yourself, you'd get him to do it.

Eddie's shaft squeezed tightly, strangled by your puckered hole in the most delicious way. Gliding in and out of you, his fingers lazily rubbing your clit while you clawed at his shoulder, lips puckering to press to his.

"Fuck, that feel ok? Still feel good?" Eddie asked, breath caught in his throat, lips brushing against yours.

"Yes, feels so good." You whimpered, brow creasing when you closed your eyes. "'M gonna cum, Ed, keep doin' that please."

"You close? Shit, me too, baby. S'close. Feels so fucking good." Eddie's voice wobbled with pleasure, a small whimper in your ear mixed with his steady rhythm sent you over the edge, crashing into waves of your own pleasure.

Eddie followed shortly after, your clamping and spasming orgasm leaving his cock sputtering deep inside of you. Wave after wave of release dumping into your ass, oozing out that milky release when he pulled out, inked chest heaving and watching the puddle beneath you form on the soaked towel.

You still held your thighs, lazily letting your hand slip around your knee caps, eyes glossed and dazed. Even in your fucked out state, you gave him a sloppy grin. "Pretty good prize, don't ya think?" You muttered, blinking heavily up at him.

Eddie felt his heart flutter, his own grin wide and dopey when he looked down at you. It was a good prize, you were a good prize. The best prize, really, Eddie decided.

[tikosblogg]

JJ Maybank.. Christmas tree hunting.

Summary: you and JJ go searching for the perfect Christmas tree.

Warning: none, fluff

A/N: didn’t realize the date when I made the 25 days of Christmas post💀 so be ready for a bunch of fics to be posted tonight.

The sun had just started to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in pastel pinks and blues, when JJ and I set out for the Christmas tree farm. My heart fluttered at the thought of spending this special time with him; after all, it was our first Christmas together. As we drove away from the familiar coastline of the Outer Banks, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. His blonde hair was tousled by the cool breeze, and those sky-blue eyes sparkled as he laughed at a joke I’d made about tree-hunting.

The twinkies radio played soft Christmas songs, and JJ turned the volume up as Mariah Carey started belting out “All I Want for Christmas Is You.” It was cheesy and cliché, but when JJ sang along to the chorus in that mock-serious tone, I couldn’t help but giggle. He reached over, intertwining his fingers with mine, and my heart swelled with warmth. It felt good to be loved by someone who cherished the moment as much as I did.

As we arrived at the tree farm, the scent of pine enveloped us, mingling with the crisp winter air. Tall evergreens lined the path. JJ took a deep breath, smiling, “This is perfect! Just look at all these trees!” His excitement was infectious, and it ignited a sense of joy in me.

We wandered through the rows of trees, JJ playfully nudging me and picking the tallest ones for a laugh. “Too short, too bushy, too scraggly,” he proclaimed, his voice rich with mock seriousness. I rolled my eyes at him while laughing. To anyone else, they would think we were acting like children, and perhaps we were, but it felt perfect.

“Okay, what about this one?” I asked, stopping in front of a fluffy, mid-sized tree. It had the perfect shape, not too tall but full, and the needles looked soft.

JJ came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “This one looks amazing,” he whispered, so close that I could feel his breath warm against my skin. “It’s basically screaming our name, Y/N.”

A blush crept over my cheeks as I leaned back into him. I could smell his cologne mixed with the fresh pine, and it made my heart race. “You really think it’s as perfect as I do?”

He turned me around gently, so we were face-to-face. “More than perfect,” he said, gazing into my eyes. “Just like you.”

His cheesy but sweet words hit me like a wave, washing over me and pulling me closer to him. We stood in the middle of the tree farm, surrounded by laughter and joy, but all I could see was him. The way his blue eyes sparkled with excitement, the way his lips curved into that charming smile that made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I felt my heart leap within my chest.

“JJ,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I mean it. You’re beautiful, you know that? I can’t believe how lucky I am to be spending Christmas with you.”

A flutter of happiness coursed through me. “It’s going to be perfect isn’t it? Our first Christmas together?”

His grin widened. “You have no idea. I’ve already got plans! Like hot chocolate by the fire, a big feast with all our friends, and maybe a little mistletoe…”

The thought sent butterflies swirling in my stomach. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible and incredible,” he replied, winking playfully. “Now, back to this tree. You want it?”

“I think it's perfect!” I said, beaming. “Let’s get it!”

After some negotiation with the owner of the tree farm, we had our tree tied to the roof of the Twinkie. JJ had insisted on carrying it himself; he was far too proud of his newfound tree-scouting skills. I smiled, unable to resist teasing him. “Do you need help, Mr. Tree Expert?”

“Please,” he grinned, flexing his muscles. “I’ve got this!”

As we drove back to the chateau, JJ maintained his animated chatter, recapping memories he wanted to create. I admired him as he talked about his vision for our perfect Christmas—everything from decorations to traditions.

As we pulled up to the chateau, the sun was fully down, leaving a blanket of stars to twinkle overhead. JJ hopped out first, rushing to get the door for me. “Your chariot awaits, milady,” he bowed dramatically, and I burst into laughter, feeling like the luckiest girl alive.

We carried the tree inside, the rest of the pogues helping us, and began to decorate it together. JJ and John B were stubbornly determined to get the lights perfect, while the rest of us hung ornaments. A few of them were from our childhood, and we shared their tales as we decorated, watching his face light up with amusement and curiosity.

As we placed the star on top of the tree, JJ stepped back and dropped his arms around my shoulders, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “Look at what we did, y’all We made a masterpiece!”

I took a step back, my heart soaring when I finally saw our work in its full glory. “It is beautiful, isn't it?”

“Just like you,” he smiled. All I could focus on was how much I loved this boy.

“I love you, JJ,” I whispered, my green eyes locking onto his.

“I love you more,” he said, leaning in closer, his voice low and sincere. “I can’t wait to spend every Christmas with you for the rest of my life.”

[krastbannert]

"I thought we were..." // "Thought we were what?" for Toph/Azula

im fucking coming for you krast

I know you probably wanted this to be more Toph, but Azula took over. As she likes to do. But you know, writing Tophzula was fun. I've never actually considered it, but I enjoyed it, so who knows? Maybe I'll do it again some day.

Also I have no idea what I'm doing, it's been a while since I wrote ATLA and I don't know left from right anymore. Enjoy.

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“Toph?”

She’s not sure what makes her ask, basking the afterglow, still tangled in the sheets of Toph’s bed, her callused fingers running through Azula’s hair.

(She’d cut it, recently - had it cut, actually.

Short, much shorter than she was used to, but far better than the haircut she’d given herself during the Comet, years ago.)

(Another way to change herself, separate herself from what she’d been.)

“Sparky,” Toph mumbles back into her shoulder. How Toph managed to be taller than her, be the big spoon, and still put her head between Azula’s shoulder blades was a mystery.

Her heart thuds, the unspoken question hanging in the hair, caught in her throat.

“What…what are we?” Azula finally asks, her voice cracking as she forces the words out. It stings, admitting a weakness, even after all this time, but she needs to ask.

(She can’t take just being a tool. Not again.

Or, at least, if she is, she wants to know this time. Has to know, she can prepare for when the user finally puts her down.)

There’s a long, silent moment before answers.” That’s kind of a weird question. What do you mean?”

Azula sighs, rolls over to face the other girl. She wraps one arm around Toph, tugs her in a little closer, tucking her head beneath the other girl’s chin.

“I…I don’t know. I thought we were…”

“Thought we were what?”

“I…” The question knocks her off balance. As rough around the edges as Toph can be, she knows how to get to Azula immediately. Maybe that’s what made Azula respect her so much, maybe that’s why she thought Toph was so intriguing, maybe that’s why Azula couldn’t take her eyes off of Toph, maybe…maybe…

Maybe that’s why she was starting to like Toph, more and more, and maybe that’s why she was so nervous to ask.

“I thought we were just blowing off steam,” Azula finally murmurs. Her heart pounds in her ears, waiting for Toph to say something, anything, to say she was just there for pleasure, to say…anything but what Azula wants.” I thought we were just friends with benefits.”

Toph’s eyes snap open, and she frowns, as if insulted. Shit, Azula thinks, I should not have said that.

But Toph doesn’t snap. Doesn’t yell. Doesn’t say a word. Instead, she just reaches up, brushes a strand of Azula’s hair behind her ear, and tips their foreheads close. Azula places a palm on Toph’s bare chest, feeling her heartbeat though her skin. Toph’s milky green eyes stare into hers, unseeing, and yet - just like always, Toph sees everything.

She’d always been able to.

(Toph’s heart is fast, thundering - almost nervous.

Just like hers.)

“Azula, why the hell would you think that?” Toph asks. Azula can hear the hurt in her voice, the way it quivers more than it should have; can see the way her eyes flare, the way she sucks her breath in.

Azula bites her lip as she shrugs, but her heart stings a little at the thought she’s hurt her best friend.” I…I just needed to know. To know if we were just…spending time. Or if we were more.” 

“What do you want to be?” Toph whispers after a moment, almost hopeful, scared.

“...I want you to be mine,” Azula murmurs, her lips ghosting over Toph’s.

“Then I’m yours,” Toph says.

And that’s it. It’s that simple. It had never occurred to her that it could be just that - another thing Toph had, apparently, taught her.

Azula presses her lips to Toph’s, and relaxes in her friend’s - girlfriend’s she supposes - arms.

And as she closes her eyes, tucking herself into Toph’s grip, she unclenches.

(She’s not a tool anymore.

And she never would be again.

Not to Toph - that she’s sure of.)

[twstinginthewind]

Had a little private Secret Santa Story exchange w friends; by the luck of the dice, I got assigned to write a story for my bestie, @twst-the-night-away ! So, I did a Cater🧡Savvy story, before they get serious about one another. Merry Christmas, Daisy!

2100+ words. Cater-centric fluff just for Savvy, teeheeeee~. Cameos from the PMC and Trey. Music included in links towards the end. Happy reading!

A gift that’s uniquely you

“... and tbh? It’s not like I’m, like, actually competing with anyone? But it’s totes like a competition. And I don't want to come up short.”

The three members of the Pop Music club sat around the small club room table, deep in discussion over snacks and canned beverages. Cater idly adjusted the strap of his guitar, looking over at his clubmates with a pleading expression, and went on. “I just wanna get Savvy the perfect Christmas present. I’ve only got a week to come up with a real show-stopper. And I don't really know what I’m doing. I'm smelling a Top Ten Holiday Disasters in my future….”

“I think what you’re smelling might just be Lilia’s homemade trail mix,” Kalim piped up, then covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. “Oop! Ahaha. Sorry, Lilia! I mean…”

The little fae chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it’s all right. I agree the feta cheese may not have been the wisest choice. It doesn’t seem to keep as well as the other ingredients. I only had it in the cupboard for a month...”

In a single motion, Cater and Kalim reached out and pushed the dish of trail mix further from where they were sitting. Lilia rolled his eyes at them. “That said.” He sat back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the body of his bass guitar. “In regards to your conundrum, Cater. While I do realize that the young lady you wish to impress is also receiving gifts from some rather generous individuals, are any of them approaching her with the same sentiment as yourself?”

“The same sentiment? I, um…” Cater’s face flushed red, nearly obscuring the diamond marking on his cheek. “Hehe. Well, I don't really know. But #AllsFair, am I right? If I happen to get an edge over someone else, sorry, but not sorry. I just need something really memorable, that Savvy’s gonna really like. Bonus if it's a ‘cammable moment, right? Something to look back on and def remember as one of the best gifts ever.”

“Okay Cater! That’s a great starting point!” Kalim bounced in his chair, smiling broadly. His eyes gleamed. “Now where do you go from there? Will it be a beautiful pet tiger cub, maybe? Oh, or maybe some breathtaking jewelry? A trip to a private island? Custom couture?”

“Easy, Kalim, easy!” Cater held up his hands. “I'm not exactly a one percenter, you know. I gotta work within a budget.” He shook his head, and tucked a loose strand of ginger hair behind his ear. “Besides, those gifts are all kind of…” His voice faded off, and he tapped his chin thoughtfully before continuing. “...kind of a big deal. For a really serious relationship.”

“And, I would assume, you are not quite that serious with the girl?” Lilia tilted his head. “I think I would have recalled if you mentioned having a girlfriend, after all.” His nose crinkled in an impish expression. “None of us have left our bachelor life behind us just yet. Unless you're hoping this will catapult you into the Taken Man category.” Lilia put a hand over his heart, and leaned towards his cheerful, white-haired companion. “Oh, Kalim. He's so young, and he's leaping into this romantic dream. Leaving us single men behind!”

“Does that mean you won't come to club anymore?” Kalim looked panicked. “Oh no, Cater! You're our best guitarist!”

“I'm the only guitarist, Kalim. But I’m not going anywhere!” Cater looked at his phone and sighed. “Aw, man. Club meeting time is almost over. Let’s get all this cleaned up. Listen, can you guys text me if you have any more ideas?”

“Sure thing, Cater!” Kalim bounced up, brushing some crumbs off of his sweater. “I hope you find something extra-special. But don’t forget us when you're off in Boyfriend Town!!”

“Some men never come back,” Lilia deadpanned. “But I hear it's quite the way to go…”

“You two are a couple of real pieces of work, you know that? Absolute knuckleheads, fr.” Cater slipped his guitar back into the gig bag and cleared some trash off the table. “Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, at least.”

The club members finished getting their space back in shape and headed back to the mirror chamber, bidding each other farewell before traveling to their respective dorms. Cater walked down the path towards the main hall of Heartslaybul, breathing in the thick scent of roses that always hung in the air. He was no closer to solving his gift-giving problem.

Another scent beckoned to him beneath the ever-present roses, and he let that guide his steps. Something savory was being prepared in the dormitory kitchen, an unusual switch from the usual parade of sweets that Heartslabyul was known for. His curiosity piqued, Cater stepped into the warm, cozy room, waving cheerily at a giggling curly-haired freshman who greeted him on her way out. Inside, he saw his friend Trey pulling a baking tray from one of the big steel ovens.

Cater dropped into a chair. “Whatcha working on, bestie? Whatever it is, it doesn't smell half bad. Maybe it’ll help me recover from Lilia’s idea of snacks…”

Trey looked over his shoulder and smirked, his glasses glinting in the warm light. “They’re for tomorrow's afternoon tea, Cater, and I’m not offering previews. But it’s cheese and onion scones.” He placed the hot tray onto a cooling rack and slid his oven mitts off. “I hope I got the flavor right this time. I was working on a couple of variations with Joker, since she was assigned kitchen duty today.”

“I saw her on my way in. You made her miss her club meeting, mister Vice Housewarden.” Cater leaned back on the wooden kitchen chair, balancing it on its back legs as he sat. “Not that we got much done, as usual.”

“Spent the time gossiping again?” Trey stepped behind Cater, and gently but firmly put his hands on the chair back. “Come on, now . You’ll break the chair.”

“Ugh, fine, Mom.” Cater repositioned the seat to its normal standing, then sat up exaggeratedly straight with his hands folded in front of him. “Is that better?”

Trey sat across from Cater as he straightened up. “Won’t earn you a scone, if that's what you were hoping for. What do you guys talk about every day, anyway, that keeps you from making any actual music? I couldn't imagine the science club getting so distracted.”

“That may be because you’re all nerds, /aff.” Cater relaxed his posture. “Naur, but fr, I was actually attempting to get advice from the boys. I know, me, admitting a problem? It's more likely than you think.”

A green eyebrow delicately raised behind heavy glasses frames. “Interesting. And here I thought you were maintaining that carefree façade campus-wide.”

“I’m getting less cautious in my old age?” Cater offered, shrugging. “It wasn’t THAT deep. I was just complaining about how I can't figure out a decent Christmas present for Savvy. You know, the same thing I bitched about with you last night.”

“You didn’t go for the water flosser? Shocking.”

“Again? The depths of your nerdity constantly astound and baffle me.”

Trey shrugged. “It’d be unique and show that you care. Ticked off all the boxes, in my opinion.”

“Except for it being fun, Trey.”

“I thought it was fun.”

Cater sagged slightly. “Yes, but you're definitely not the target audience that I’m aiming for. Think sweeter, cuter, blonder.”

Trey reached across the table to pat Cater’s hand. “I already told you before. The best thing to do, if you want to be impressive at this gift-giving game, is to give something that no one else can. Something uniquely Cater.”

This time, a ginger eyebrow rose. “You look at me and tell me; are you following your advice for your own gift exchange, buddy?” Cater drew his hand back cagily. “Are you doing something unequivocally Trey for your special little bae?”

“I don't have anyone fitting that description,” Trey said with a straight face. “But I do end up giving people a lot of homemade sweets as gifts. It’s something that’s a part of me, kinda. And that makes it special.” His voice lowered to a bare whisper. “And I’ve got a private baking lesson lined up for the ‘special bae’ that I certainly don't have.”

Cater smirked. “You sly dog. Something that’s a part of me, huh? But I don’t make anything special, anything OOAK like you do.”

“Don't you?” Trey pointed markedly at the gig bag and shrugged. “I could have sworn you were a member of our elite arts community.”

Cater sat a moment with his mouth agape, dumbfounded. “... actual galaxy brain thinking, Trey. OM7. Memorable, unique, ‘cammable, and hella budget-friendly.”

“Not as practical as the water flosser though,” sighed Trey.

“Enough with the water flosser.”

“But it works so well.”

“Trey.”

“Sorry.” Trey adjusted his glasses and snickered. “Anyway. I have to start getting those scones onto a rack to cool. I’ll make sure you get one tomorrow, okay? Now, go put together your gift. If she doesn't love it, let me know so I can shake my head in disbelief.”

“Yes, sir, vice-housewarden, sir!” Cater offered Trey a mock salute as both boys rose. They gave each other a complicated handshake-to-hug maneuver, ending with a back pat, before going their separate ways. Cater rushed up the complex series of staircases to his dorm room, and brought the guitar back out. He was already starting to get some ideas….

The next few afternoons, Cater rushed back to the dormitory after classes, and shut himself into his room. It was a lucky thing that, as a third year, he didn’t have to worry about roommates, because he found himself staying up until all hours practicing the same few bars over and over, trying to make everything sound just right. As it stood, he only had to deal with angry pounding on his wall once, before he figured out he could run his old wired headphones through his amp.

Finally, he sat back onto his bed. He tapped his phone screen a few times, and listened to the playback. Perfect. Perfect! He almost couldn't believe it was him he was listening to. Maybe I should start taking this whole music thing more seriously, after all, he mused.

Despite the lateness of the hour, he sent a quick text message to Savvy.

> Hey! Meet me 4pm in the pmc club room. I have something for u!

There, he thought, and he put his phone down on the bedstand to change into his pajamas. He had just pulled the shirt over his head when he heard the tell-tale ping! of an incoming message.

> I have something for you, too! I’ll bring it with me. See you then!

Well. All right. Cater smiled to himself as he slid into bed, exhausted but content. Tomorrow, he would give Savvy the most impressive gift she ever got.

The next day, classes couldn't end soon enough. Cater fidgeted anxiously through each period, watching the clock as if it were slowing down just to spite him. In his last lesson of the day, the moment that Professor Trein lifted his head and said, “That will be all, thank you,” Cater was out the door and on his way to the club room.

He hurriedly set up his equipment. Amplifier turned on, phone and guitar plugged in, levels checked, tuning done, tiny party lights set to sparkle, Santa hat positioned just so over artfully tousled hair; everything was perfect. Now all that remained was to wait.

At 3:59, he heard steps coming down the hall. Cater sat up a little straighter. Now, it was his chance to make Savvy feel really special. His hand hovered above his phone, waiting. And when she walked through the door, all beautiful smiles and shining eyes and with sweet anticipation on her face, Cater took his chance. He tapped play on his backing tracks, and started to play.

As the notes poured from his guitar, he felt more comfortable and more himself than he had in a long time. It was almost like the feeling he got when he was skating, pulling off a long rail grind or a sick jump. It was freeing, genuine. Even through the cliched holiday songs, Cater could feel his own heart beating; he hoped that Savvy would feel it, too. It was almost magical. This was something he could give that was uniquely him. And he hoped she could appreciate that.

Song 1 • Song 2

When the last few notes faded away, and all that remained was the crackle of the amplifier, Cater looked up at Savvy and took a deep breath. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered. “Merry Christmas…”

[zackastor]

VIVIENNE LAI ASTOR & ZACK ASTOR

where Zack and Vivienne talk and Vivienne re-establishes their marriage @vivienneastor

Zack Astor -after getting his wound properly treated and bandaged, Zack finds himself back at prom; the fight with Nicki hasn't left him in the mood for mingling and so he once more ends up craving a smoke; reaching for his pack of smokes he is just about to make his way away from the crowd when he nearly bumps into someone- Fucking hell, watch where you- -he looks, realizing who the person is and takes a step back- Of fucking course you're here too.

vivienne astor Here? In town? Surely you haven't forgotten already. -she takes his pack of cigs out of his pocket and removes one for herself, waiting for him to light it- Yes, Zack, I'm at the party that the entire town is attending.

Zack Astor No. That was pretty damn fucking hard to forget. -Zack narrows his eyes, considering walking away but he ends up lighting her cigarette- Well ain't that fucking great. I should warn these fuckers. -he tugs a cigarette between his own lips and lights it-

vivienne astor -she looks at him for a long, completely silent beat as they smoke- Don't act as if I arrived specifically to ruin your life. I was headed elsewhere. I was intending to be with Hunter. Remember him? The brother who's currently on his way to becoming some sort of pasty goo out on the road?

Zack Astor -he regards her wearily, eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of Hunter- I didn't kill him. Before you bring that up. He was a biter. -he scoffs, quietly- The hell happened to Kelly? His wife?

vivienne astor -smooths her hair back from her forehead, blowing out a thin stream of smoke- Kelly wanted to try to get to the private flight field. To get in a private plane. To fly to the Swiss Alps and retrieve her children from boarding school. -tips her chin in a shrug- Kelly didn't make it.

Zack Astor -he regards her for a long moment, taking in her matter of fact tone before huffing- She didn't fucking deserve that, you know.

vivienne astor I didn't realize you were such a big fan of Kelly's. Was it her famed Snickers salad that won you over?

Zack Astor At least she worked hard on that. -he takes a drag from his smoke- She at least cared.

vivienne astor Did she care when she asked if the little fruit was joining us for her 4th of July gala? -also takes a drag of her own cigarette- She wasn't talking about the neighbour girl Cherry.

Zack Astor -Zack's gaze hardens immediately; he takes a long drag from his cigarette and watches the smoke billow out from his mouth- You're fucking lying.

vivienne astor Why would I make that up? I'd make up something much more clever. -she reaches out with the hand holding the cigarette, cinched between her knuckles, and smooths back a strand of Zack's hair- You might not remember it this way, but I was the kindest to you, out of them all. In many ways.

Zack Astor -he tenses as soon as she touches him; he finds himself staying for a moment before he recoils, scowling- Don't- even try that. You weren't- you weren't fucking kind.

vivienne astor I was the kindest.

Zack Astor -he stares at her, slightly wide eyed, nostrils flaring before he looks away- What do you want? A medal?

vivienne astor -she goes back to her cigarette for a while- There's none of them left, now. You and I are the only Astors out of the lineage.

Zack Astor -so Jason was dead too. And his parents. He takes a short, quick drag- Where the hell are you going with this, Viv? Do you really feel sad about that?

vivienne astor Where am I going with this? There's nowhere left to go, Zack! They're all dead. All the money is gone, and even if it wasn't, it would be useless. I don't think we've got enough government together for any sort of rebuilding of the economy but they're certainly going to mint new currency if that happens. -she does air quotes, her tone acidly disgusted- Zombie bucks. I can see it now. -shakes her head in resignation- You don't have your ring anymore, but I have mine. You haven't stopped being my child bride. I'm here to claim you.

Zack Astor -his eyes widen, and now he is unable to hide the shock and the whirlwind of emotions behind it- No, you don't- -he swallows, forcing his voice to be steady- You don't get to claim me. I won't fucking- I won't do that.

vivienne astor Yes. You will. -she turns to look at him, the full force of her impassive stare- I married you to save you from what your family did to you. That means you're mine. It's not such a terrible fate, Zack, considering they sent you to be tortured at that conversion camp. I'm not even asking you to stop chasing boys.

Zack Astor -he takes another step back, gaze weary, fixed on her as if she might lunge at him; his heart has quickened, even though he tries to calm himself- What the hell do you want from me?

vivienne astor I'm going to live with you.

Zack Astor No. -his tone is sharp, even if there is a certain brittleness to it- No. That place belongs to me.

vivienne astor I'm not heartless. I'll give you a week, and then you'll move me in.

Zack Astor -he stares at her, jaw muscles working; without another word he turns away from her to walk away-

vivienne astor Have a good week, little one. I'll take my usual side of the bed.

[talesofesther]

deep devotion

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.

Requested by anons: Here and here.

A/N: I combined two requests in this story, and I hope you guys like it, even if I feel like I deviated from them a bit. I'm not completely happy with how this story turned out, but it is what it is. Also FYI, there are a few descriptions of blood ahead, and flashbacks are in italics.

Masterlist

There was something morbid about the way the deep red color of blood mixed with the polished wood floor. It trickled down Wednesday's chin in steady droplets, splashing beside her boots in what would be an annoying stain to clean.

At least in that, the raven-haired girl could take some solace. Losing to Bianca had that effect, the one that makes you feel all bad kinds of miserable and enraged. Today especially, because it was one of those few times in which Wednesday allowed her feelings to dictate her actions.

If her labored breathing and the white-knuckled grip she had on her blade were anything to go by, she was fuming with rage. If you were here, you'd notice — this is where Wednesday's mind first goes to and she curses herself for it — but others don't, her face was kept impassive as the blade loudly clanked on the floor, as she stomped the ground with purpose, reaching the door of the fencing class quickly otherwise she'd be breaking one of the significant rules of the school. No killing your classmates.

Wednesday thought she heard the teacher calling, something about going to the infirmary; but the door had already slammed shut behind her, muffling his voice, and when he managed to reach it, she was nowhere to be seen.

She didn't really register where she was going. She just kept walking. The cold wind hit her cheeks when she stepped outside, it was comforting, she felt it on the damp and dried blood now stuck to her alabaster skin.

It was by luck, or maybe misfortune, that her path crossed with yours.

Wednesday saw you before you saw her, the pages of a book holding all of your attention as you slowly walked the stone path outside, between the lunch tables and the trees. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, waiting for the inevitable. She could taste the metallic flavor of blood on the corner of her lip, feel the sting of the recent cut and it kept her grounded.

There was something about you, something about the way the few lonely rays of sun on this cloudy day chose to shine upon the bouncing of your hair. You were all delicacy and warmth as you traced the lines on paper. While Wednesday was nothing short of a midnight moon covered by rain clouds.

That girlfriend of yours is too good for you anyways.

Maybe Bianca wasn't too far off.

"Wednesday!"

Your voice clashed with her thoughts, and before she knew it, you were shoving the book into your bag and had your hands reaching out for her.

Wednesday flinched at the sudden closeness, blinking a couple of times. The air is suddenly heavier, the clouds past the school walls are darkening quickly, it'll rain soon.

You gulped and dropped your hands, fingertips grazing the fabric over Wednesday's forearm. "What happened?" The worry in your voice was evident.

Wednesday didn't like the crease in your eyebrows or that she was the cause of it. She shook her head, strands of her hair — messy from the way she had forcefully taken her mask off earlier — getting stuck to her damp cheek, "nothing happened."

"So that just showed up there?" You deadpanned, eyes glued to her fresh wound, to the dark tone of the skin under her eyes.

"Nothing that requires you to fuss over me." Wednesday set her jaw, very much aware of you sneaking your fingers between hers. She'd never admit to liking it, but deep down she knew she didn't have to. You knew it already, you knew your way around her and it took having it, for Wednesday to understand how much she'd been wanting someone who took the time to understand her.

"I care about you," you spoke softly, somehow looking at her even softer. Raising your free hand, you pushed away the wisps of hair that had been caught in the drying blood. Your touch was all tender, as if she was fragile porcelain. Which was the furthest from the truth. Yet you did it anyway, following the same rhythm your bleeding heart set, pulsing with each beat for her. "There's a difference." You finished, and pulled her along with you.

The door to the infirmary appeared and you walked past it with no second glances, leading Wednesday to your room instead. Her hand gripped yours tighter after that.

You opened your dorm door for her and asked that she sat on your bed. She complied silently while you disappeared into the bathroom, the dark wood creaking under your steps.

Wednesday didn't say anything when you returned with a few damp gauzes and a bandaid. Or when you sat beside her, looking at her in a silent question before holding her jaw with one hand and cleaning the blood with the other; the white cloth became red, and then pink and then it didn't change at all as you cleaned every last bit from her skin, careful to not cause her any pain, eyebrows furrowed as you ever so slowly brushed her cheek.

The antiseptic stung bitterly, yet Wednesday couldn't look away from you even if she wanted to. Subconsciously, as if you were tugging at her heartstrings, she leaned into your touch, her lower lip met your palm when she relaxed. No one had the power to strip her down from her defenses as you did. It scared her, but she was addicted to the thrill of it.

You placed the purple bandaid right over the nasty cut on her cheek, and only then you asked again; "will you tell me what happened?"

Her dark eyes regarded you with caution before she averted her gaze, pulling her cheek away from your touch as it flushed pink. "Fencing class."

"Bianca?"

"She talks too much."

A beat passed in silence, the only sound being the howling wind outside your window preceding the storm. Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.

You picked up on it a few nights ago;

"Y/N if you don't turn that down I'll kick you out." Wednesday grumbled, before turning her attention back to her noisy typewriter.

You shared a glance with Enid — who sat beside you on her bed, biting her lip to contain a smile — promptly turning down the volume on your phone.

The night was a cold one, the glow of the half moon shining right outside the big round window cast bursts of color on Enid's side of the room and a soft white light on Wednesday's.

Time went by with you and Enid sharing a few laughs and Wednesday complaining about how you disturbed her peace. However, when Enid ended up sleeping on your shoulder and you squeezed yourself out of her bed to walk back to your dorm, Wednesday got up as well.

She quietly walked to her dark wooded wardrobe, opening its creaking doors to look for something inside. You followed, stopping right beside her to kiss her goodnight.

Wednesday paid you no mind, which made you frown. No matter what, there wasn't a day that came to its end without her lips settled on yours.

You reached out a hand to tug at her hoodie, but before you could, she was throwing a change of comfortable clothes into your face.

You messed up your hair as you pulled the fabric away to look at her. There was this glint in Wednesday's eyes, if you looked closely, you could see the shape of the moon on her irises. She pursed her lips in an almost smile, glancing at the clothes in your arms and then at you again.

Words weren't needed for you to understand, and your heart just about melted.

A few minutes after you exited the bathroom, now dressed comfortably in all black, you joined Wednesday in her bed. It was a tight fit and caused her body to be flush with yours — but you figured she didn't mind it much when she started playing with your hand under the covers.

Next morning you received just about twenty different pictures from Enid, most of them featuring you and Wednesday sleeping soundly, her head partly resting on your shoulder — though the last ones were all shaky, with a furious raven-haired girl reaching for the phone.

And today it's pretty evident that she's on edge, her eyebrows and lips hold a faint, permanent frown; her pupils are blown, yet miles away, as if she's here but her mind is trapped somewhere else.

"yeah, sometimes she does." There's more you want to say and Wednesday could sense it. You nagged on your lower lip as you gained the courage to do so. Her eyes followed the movement.

"Can I do something for you?"

Wednesday's eyes narrowed, her eyebrow twitched as if she was trying to solve a riddle. If you asked instead of just doing it, it was something you weren't sure she'd like. But you'd never given her a reason not to trust you.

She simply nodded, both hands resting on her lap, black nails tapping one another. Her eyes followed you as you moved to sit right behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off of you. When she couldn't see you anymore, she searched for something else to focus on, more specifically the grey clouds behind the tiny crack in your window.

When the tip of your fingers touched the end of one of her braids, Wednesday went as stiff as a corpse. She felt it, your touch barely there at first; careful, soft, as though testing tentative waters. Only when she melted the slightest bit toward you, that you started gently undoing the waves on her hair, strand by strand.

There was a lump on Wednesday's throat that she almost couldn't breathe over, goosebumps filled her skin at the same time her body felt too hot to the touch.

Her hair slowly fell in waves, a sea of dark over her shoulders and back as your fingers ran through it, untangling what was left of her braids. It was intimate, almost overwhelmingly so. Wednesday wasn't sure what you were getting at, but it felt a lot like a promise.

Once you were satisfied, you brushed aside her hair to lay your lips on her shoulder. Slowly as your top lip grazed the fabric of her jacket, you kissed her there.

Wednesday felt faint with the way you loved her. The splashes of rain hitting your window got blurred in her sight; she realized you just said to her those three words everyone cares so much about. And now she understands the weight of them.

Wednesday couldn't help but reach for your hand — the one that was gingerly playing with the ends of her curls — cold fingers wrapping around yours as she brought your knuckles to her own lips.

She said them back in the only way she knew how. And when your thumb traced the lines on her palm, she knew you understood.

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[misslovasstuff]

[Not enough]

《pairing: Dazai x fem!reader》

《genre: slight smut but nothing too heavy.》

“Wait, you actually did that?”- Dazai’s face lightens up as you tell him about your day.

“Crazy, right?”- you touch him forearm lightly, as you both start laughing.

There was such a happy atmosphere in the ADA, and it has been like that ever since you joined. Especially for one person who hasn’t skipped a day without laughing at your jokes and spending time with you while ignoring his work.

Dazai was so mesmerised by you. When he looked at you, the time slowed down that even your eyelashes closing radiated sparks that warmed his soul. The sound of your laughter cancelled any other noise in his surroundings and it was so contagious that he felt like this unknown feeling of joy was slowly conquering parts of him that only knew sadness.

He sighs fondly as you start moving things around. He places his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his palm, gazing subtly at you. You don’t notice his eyes scanning those tights that revealed too much skin, which were complemented with that reddish short skirt who didn’t leave a lot of room for imagination. But your whole being was the epitome of attractiveness. To him, it didn’t matter what you wore or how you styled your hair, there was something so sexy about you that drove Dazai mad. Multiple seconds pass and his eyes do not shift from what they want to see the most, your hands.

Oh, God knows how much he wished for your touch. You unconsciously fix your hair, making Dazai eager to turn you into a big beautiful mess.

He admires your falling locks, how beautifully they complement your face shape. Your rose-tinted cheeks that he so desperately wanted to caress, your hands who were elegant and soft, how many times has he imagined those all over his face and more.

He snaps back to reality, when you ask:

“Dazai, you have finished your work, right? Want to grab a coffee?”

“Uhm, about that, - Dazai flinches once he hears Kunikida calling him from another room. - of course I’m finished, let’s go right now shall we?”- he heads straight to the door, grabbing your wrist.

“You sure do like coffee, huh?”- you scoff, as he leads you to the coffee shop downstairs.

“Nah, I just love spending time with you, alone.”

His words catch you off guard. To say you were oblivious would be an understatement. Girl, you’re blind, and Dazai loves this about you.

The boy has made many attempts to confess and yet, those didn’t work and the point did not get across, until now.

He reaches for your hand.

“Can I touch you?”- he stops, before taking the last couple of stairs.

You are a bit taken aback, but also entertaining the idea.

“I’m all yours, do as you wish.”- you teasingly say so, not considering that Dazai was serious.

“Careful there, - he claims, grabbing your wrist and lending a kiss which makes you flinch. - I take things very literally.”

“Dazai, do you…- was it the moment to ask if he had feelings or just playing around?

“Adore you? Yes. Crave you? Absolutely. - he takes a few steps forward towards, making you lean against the wall. - Go crazy over you everyday? Yes.”

“The question that needs to be so desperately asked is, do you?”- he asks as his face leans closer to yours.

With a rapid heartbeat and sore throat, you try to gather your thoughts but it was impossible to think when a man such as Dazai stood so close to you, provoking every cell in your body to catch fire and drag everything you’ve ever been and are straight to hell.

“I… - your eyes shift to his lips, only centimetres away from yours. - I want you to kiss me.”

Dazai smiles, a small hint of possessiveness hidden in his eyes.

“You want me to touch you more?”- he teases you, picking strands of hair away from your face. - Gosh, your eyes are beautiful.”

“Please, do so.”- you look up at him, unleashing some sort of desire that drove his senses mad.

Dazai grabs your chin, his lips slowly approaching yours. The anticipation was killing you, it felt like your legs would give you up any moment now.

Meanwhile, his other hand travels to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, finally giving you a long tender kiss.

It only grows your tension as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer by his neck.

“Dazai…- you breathe out his name between the kiss, making him clench the fabric of your shirt as he desperately absorbs the aroma from your neck where he lends small yet deep kisses.

The man couldn’t get enough.

You bite his earlobe as you let out small breathy moans. It doesn’t take long until his hand starts to travel to other places, which make you turn completely red, hiding your face in his chest, which he doesn’t fail to notice.

“You can tell me to stop anytime.”- he claims, caressing your lip while giving himself all the self control he possesses.

“Now that I’ve gotten a hold of your touch, I don’t want you to ever stop.”- you claim and Dazai’s stare changes from a “I’ll take care of you” to a “I’ll gently send you to another dimension of pleasure while making you beg, right here, right now.”

“What are you doing to me?”- Dazai says as slowly unbuttons your shirt, so impatiently and yet so tenderly.

“Im giving you what you want, aren’t I?”- you claim, grabbing his shirt tightly as his left hand gets a hold of your chest, while the other is exploring your back, pushing you closer and closer to his abdomen.

“You’re so good for me, - Dazai whispers breathily in your ear, hands travelling down. You lean your head backwards as you try to contain any lewd noise that would get you caught. - I need to reward you for that.”

He plays with your underwear before almost ripping it apart effortlessly.

“Gosh, Dazai!” - your impressed smirk turns him on even more, but unfortunately for you both….

“Where is that shithead?! Dazai?!”

Fuck.

Those were the fastest seconds of your life that took the both of you to fix your demeanour before facing an angry Kunikida.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”- he asks for an explanation, while you avoid to even look at him in the eyes. Dazai notices your embarrassment and claims:

“We were just about to grab a coffe, you want to join us, Kunikida?”- you could swear there were bits of anger in Dazai’s voice, which kinda made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?”- Kunikida raises an eyebrow, and you shake your head.

“My apologies, I’ll get back to work.”- you claim as you start to walk away.

“Actually, - Dazai grabs your wrist which makes you turn back, - you deserve a break after your hard work, me on the other hand, I’m getting back to work.”

Dazai subtly caresses your arm as he guides you through the stairs. Beforehand, he nods at Kunikida, who takes his leave with broken nerves, cursing at Dazai all the way back to his office.

“You get a coffee ok? I’ll be upstairs.”- Dazai claims, holding your hand as he lends a kiss at its back.

A warm smile from you warms his heart, but that warmth is about to be turned into heat when you lean in and whisper in his ear:

“We’re gonna finish what we started later.”

[lollytea]

You so right he d randomly start playing w his hair n before he d notice he s already reminiscing willow cutting hair and gently tilting his chin to check whether everything s even

Do you think Hunter d be brave enough to ask Willow for another haircut later?

Since Hunter haven t said anything directly to willow after LR speculating abt how they interact drives me insane/lh

Rn it seems like Hunter d think about it really think about it (trying to manifest it into reality) while feeling too awkward to do so

But then (the best girl ever) Willow d chat up how his hair is growing longer n what r his plans. all while subtly mentioning she d be gladly help out again

Silly little hubtlow haircut thoughts

He WILL be twirling through a strand of it while he thinks about it. Literally drowning in the memory of all these gentle touches that somehow zap through him like electric shocks. A stroke across his forehead as she brushes his choppy bangs out of the way, two fingers to his chin as she draws his head up to the light, to her bright green eyes. How she playfully ruffled through it once she was done and said "You look really nice! <3"

Hunter was almost reluctant to wash his hair after that. He only did so when he reasoned that she had made it look so nice so the least he could do was keep it from getting all greasy and gross.

Here's the thing about haircuts tho....if you cut it short enough it takes quite a while before you need another one. So Hunter probably won't need his hair trimmed again for months probably. And by that time...will he still be awkward around Willow. Judging from what we know, probably not...

But let's say that he is. A few months later and some things are very different but some things remain the same. He doesn't know how to ask. Would it be annoying if he asked? He keeps running his fingers through it whenever she's around, just to draw attention to how long it's getting.

He's taken by surprise when Willow reaches over and brushes it back from his forehead and smiles. Just like she did when she trimmed it that one time.

"Getting long, huh?" She says.

"Oh. Yeah. Pretty annoying."

"You plan on cutting it?"

"I've been...thinking about it..."

"Mm." Her brow creases together. "I mean...I guess you'd want to have it done by somebody who knows what they're doing this time haha..."

She looks almost disappointed.

'I never said that!" Hunter blurts out, far more panicked then it should have been.

His full face is bathed in a mortified flush but the laughter Willow erupts in is overjoyed.

"I'll get the scissors!" She sounds utterly giddy.

Makes me crazy to think about that haircut potentially being the first of many.

Hunter at 28, blowing overgrown bangs out of his eyes when he hears a familiar set of footsteps sneaking up from behind. He feels a finger wind itself around a strand at the nape of his neck. A woman's exasperated tutting bounces off his eardrums, bringing a grin to his lips.

"Who allowed your hair to grow so shaggy?"

"Well, the lady who usually trims it has been busy lately. Being the best and brightest witch of the Boiling Isles has her worked off her feet."

"She'll just have to pencil you in for tonight then because this is atrocious.'

"I'd appreciate it. If she has time."

"She'll make time. If it's for you."

[starryhyuck]

thin walls. (m)

pairing: softdom!jaemin x sub!reader

words: 1.8k+

summary: you try your best to keep quiet since you know jaemin’s room is right next to yours. turns out you’re not as quiet as you think.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!jaemin, bestfriend!jaemin, roommate!jaemin, oral sex, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

“Isn’t it weird?”

“Is what weird?”

You’re having your weekly video call with Donghyuck and Renjun, the latter actually paying attention to your conversation while the former furiously clicks away on his keyboard.

“We’ve been quarantining for almost a year now. You haven’t gotten any dick in months and your roommate is like the hottest guy we know,” Renjun clarifies, raising an eyebrow. You both ignore the sound of Donghyuck grumbling loudly as he loses another game.

You roll your eyes. “And you’re so concerned about my sex life because?”

“Because clearly, neither me or Donghyuck have one. I’m living vicariously through you.”

That gets Donghyuck’s attention. “For your information, I am supporting many lovely women through OnlyFans. It’s only Renjun that has difficulties with sexual partners.”

Renjun scoffs. “I could have anyone on their knees for me, and we all know it.”

There’s a knock on your door and you take an earbud out when Jaemin pops his head in. He looks like a mess — his hair springing up in different places and eyes puffy. You frown at his disheveled state.

“Hey, are you still busy?”

Your fingers move at the speed of lightning, barely registering Renjun’s protest when you quickly leave the meeting. You toss your laptop and earbuds aside to give your best friend your full attention.

He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “If you’re busy, I can come back later.”

“Nope, not busy anymore. Are you okay, Jaem?”

He fully enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He smiles softly at you as he takes a seat on your bed.

“Not feeling too great. Just wanted to see you.”

You ignore the swell in your chest at his confession, worriedly stroking his cheek when you realize how red his eyes are. His hand comes up to play with your fingers, eyes moving in and out of focus.

“What’s wrong?” You finally ask.

He shrugs. “Didn’t do so well on my test today. Feeling a little hopeless.”

Your frown grows deeper. You move closer to him, wanting to soothe his pain.

“Don’t say that. It’s just one test, you’ll do better on the next one. I’ll help you! We can make flash cards and create some trivia games to help you remember.”

He chuckles, eyes still staring down at your connected hands.

“You always know what to say. How is that?”

You giggle. “I earned the title of your best friend for a reason.”

“I suppose you did.” His eyes move upwards to lock on you. “Can I stay here? Just for tonight.”

You freeze. You haven’t slept next to Jaemin in months, the two of you only doing so when you were really drunk or really sad. You don’t even remember what it’s like to fall asleep in your best friend’s arms.

“Sure.”

And you two fall into a quiet rhythm, Jaemin’s arms circling around you as he brings your back to his chest. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on his steady breaths as you try to fall asleep.

You’re startled when you suddenly feel a pair of lips ghost over your neck, pressing a small kiss to your collarbone.

“J-Jaem?”

He hums in response, not showing any signs of stopping while he continues to pepper kisses on your shoulder.

“Jaem, w-what are you d-doing?”

“I heard you last night.”

You pause. You try to register what he’s saying, which you find is incredibly hard to do when his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your neck. You backtrack to last night, when you were feeling so drowsy but struggled to get to sleep. You don’t remember much, except for the fact that you reached to your nightstand to grab your vibrator-

Oh. Oh fuck.

“Y-You heard that?”

He hums again, moving to suck your neck with vigor. When he finally parts from his masterpiece, he chuckles.

“How could I not? The walls aren’t exactly thin, you know. I hear everything — all your silly commentary when you rewatch your favorite dramas, your weekly conversations with Renjun and Donghyuck, the pretty little noises you make when you turn your vibrator on, and the unmistakable sound of porn you watch when you’re really aroused.”

You feel more than embarrassed, stuttering as you try to offer an explanation. Jaemin chuckles against your ear, biting softly down on the lobe. A whimper tumbles out of your mouth before you realize it.

“I couldn’t sleep last night after listening to you. You made me fail my test, baby.”

“I’m s-sorry.”

“If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me eat you out.”

You swear your heart stops. “W-What?”

“I’m hungry. You wouldn’t want me to go to bed on an empty stomach, would you?”

“U-Um, no.”

Before you know it, you’re on your back with Jaemin between your legs. His fingers thumb over the fabric of your pajama shorts and he looks up at you, his eyes glimmering with a question.

You nod. “It’s okay, Jaem.”

With your permission, he slides your shorts down your legs and throws them haphazardly across the room. His gaze darkens at the sight of your lacy panties, which you honestly wore unintentionally today. You’re glad you picked them this morning though, because Jaemin looked like he was about to go insane at the sight.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

And then his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core and you yelp. He’s almost predatory, shoving your underwear aside and diving into your sopping pussy. You moan when his tongue furiously licks your folds, curling in on yourself while he holds you down.

“Jaemin!”

He parts from you briefly and raises an eyebrow. “I think you have another name to call me.”

You’re confused yet again. “W-What?”

He snickers. “Forgot already? I listened to all those dirty videos you were watching, baby. I know all your cute little kinks. Now, I know you have a different name to address me as.”

“J-Jaemin, I-“

He clicks his tongue. “That’s not right.”

You gather all the courage you have inside of you, ignoring the clear embarrassment on your face by the fact that Jaemin has discovered all of your secret fantasies.

“Daddy, please eat me out.”

He smiles mischievously. “Good girl.”

You have no time to dwell on your self-consciousness before he’s sinking a finger inside of you, tongue lapping at your clit. You feel like a dog in heat, warmth spreading throughout your body as you struggle to comprehend the fact that your best friend is currently eating you out like his life depends on it.

“D-Daddy, daddy!” You scream when he slips another finger inside, curling them upwards while he sucks on your clit furiously. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“

You cry out when your orgasm sweeps over you in waves, thrashing and whimpering under Jaemin’s hold. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down when the oversensitivity crashes into you, desperately trying to push away from him.

“D-Daddy, no, I-I’m sensitive-“

Jaemin growls and holds you tighter, fingers still drilling into your pussy and mouth wrapped around your sensitive bud. You don’t have time to warn him when your second orgasm comes just as quickly as the first, convulsing around him. You try to gain a sense of strength to push him away before he can launch you into a third, and Jaemin gets the message as he parts from you.

His chin glimmers with evidence of your arousal, fingers slipping into his mouth while he tastes the remnants of your two orgasms.

He pounces on you, lips crashing into yours and you moan. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the fact shoots another spike of arousal to your core.

“What else did they do in that video, baby?” He whispers breathily. “Tell me.”

Your brain is a little fuzzy as you try to remember.

“H-He fucked the girl until she was crying and she took it. Anything to please her d-daddy.”

He smirks. “Is that what I should do to you? Fuck you until you’re crying? Will you do anything to please me?”

You know you trusted Jaemin with your life, so you nod.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

He grins. He quickly pulls down his sweatpants and his cock springs up, already half hard. You gulp at his size, and you’re suddenly reminded of why Renjun calls Jaemin the hottest guy you know. Jaemin’s girth wasn’t exactly a secret in your friend group, many rumors spreading around after Donghyuck discovered how well endowed your roommate actually was.

His fingers grip his base, slowly pumping himself while keeping his eyes locked on you.

“Like what you see, baby? Do you think your pussy is ready to take daddy’s fat cock?”

“Y-Yes, d-daddy. I c-can take your c-cock.”

He chuckles at your response, brushing strands of hair away from your face to fully look at you. His look is almost endearing, and you would swoon any other day if he wasn’t about to fuck you.

He lines himself up to your entrance, pausing for a second.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

You shake your head. “I’m on birth control. We’re fine.”

He doesn’t hesitate any longer, pushing into you slowly. You whine at the stretch. You haven’t been taken like this in months, and your vibrator is no match for his huge cock. He coaxes you through the pain, whispering softly in your ear and kissing your neck again to help ease you up.

Once he bottoms out, he waits patiently for your go ahead before moving. You can tell it’s killing him on the inside, brows pushed together as he tries his best not to pound you deep into the mattress.

“P-Please, daddy.”

Jaemin builds a steady pace inside of you, groaning and grunting into your ear as he sinks deeper and deeper. Your mind draws a blank when you struggle to form any coherent words, babbling while he impales you with his cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me. Always so good. Been waiting for this forever, baby. Dreamed so long of having you underneath me like this.”

“Daddy,” you gasp at his unexpected confession, hissing lowly when his fingers circle around your clit. Tears spring up in your eyes from the pleasure.

“Especially all those mornings when you were wearing practically nothing in front of me, you don’t even know how many times I wanted to take you on the kitchen counter.”

You cry when his cock hits you harder and faster.

“But you’re so good for me now, aren’t you, baby? So pretty and perfect for her daddy.”

“Y-Yes, daddy,” you whimper. “I’m all yours. All good for daddy.”

Jaemin groans loudly. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.”

Your orgasm is blinding, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your high. He follows shortly after you, grunting when he shoots his cum deep inside your waiting womb.

You both lay in silence before you suddenly burst out in laughter. Jaemin eyes you.

“What?”

“We just fucked. I just fucked my best friend and called him daddy. This is so surreal.”

He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

“Better get used to it. Who knows how long we’ll be stuck in quarantine together.”

You smile. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”