#you can't just whisper in someone's ear larry

[zarla-s]

thing is larry isn't even doing it on purpose, he just didn't want anyone on staff to hear him lol

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[starboye]

starring: chris sturniolo x male reader

request: Reader and chris being in the same influencer friend group, after talking for a bit they end up in Chris's room, reader POUNDING chris from behind, Chris's face shoved in a pillow, ass up. (Degradation kink chris)

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, handjob (chris receiving), rough sex, cursing, degradation kink, top!male reader, bottom!chris sturniolo

a party is definitely not where you saw yourself doing tonight, you wanted to spend the night wrapped in bed watching your movies but when larray called you and begged you to come to the party you couldn't tell him no so you lazily got out of bed and threw on something casual before trekking to the party at the unfamiliar house but larray greeted you at the door.

"hey frienddd" larray cheered obviously under the influence, you got dragged to the living room and saw the group of influencers around the place, immediately you caught the gaze of chris staring at you and he looked away quickly when his eyes met yours making you smirk a little.

"hey guys this is y/n" larry introduced you to everyone, you knew some people but others were unknown to you such as the triplets, everyone waved to you before going back to talking with each other over the somewhat blaring music, larry then tripping over to talk to some other people so you make your way to the kitchen to pour a drink.

"hey im chris" you hear someone say and turn around to see the triplet holding out a hand to shake "nice to meet you chris im y/n" you say shaking his hand firmly "oh that's a pretty firm grip you got there" he nervously chuckles sipping at his cup "yeah sorry" you apologize taking a quick look up and down when chris turns his head away from you for a second.

looking at his pretty good physique and sipping on your drink when chris turns back to look at you "so how do you know larray" chris asks trying to start a conversation "we met a long time ago and have been friends ever since" you say "well im glad he introduced us now" chris flashes a sweet smile, you looked at him for a while, tongue prodding at your cheek.

with a little liquid courage from the alcohol he was drinking chris invites you to his room "uh yeah sure" you shyly agree and chris leads you to his room, now standing nervously in his room as you fiddle with the plastic cup in your hand "hey wanna do something fun" chris says with a devious grin.

"like what" you ask watching as chris stands up and walks to you "this" he mutters before leaning in to lay a kiss on your lips, the kiss was needy and sweet at the same time "no we can't" you say setting your cup on his desk to pull him off but when his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth you're smitten by him.

after some pretty wet kisses chris pulls back and begins undressing himself to nothing, you admire his body for some time before doing the same and stripping naked and pulling him back into a kiss and falling onto his bed as the messy but sweet make out continues "fuck me" chris breathlessly begs looking up at you with pouty eyes.

"you sure, i wouldn't want your brothers to hear you getting your ass pounded by a guy you just met" you teasingly whisper in his ear as your arms trap his head still "i don't care i want it" chris sternly reassures, and with a swift move of your hands you flip chris over and sit up on your knees, his ass now arched up to you while his face rests in the pillows.

you let some spit drop onto his hole and massage it in with your cock head, listening to little whimpers and whines fall from chris' mouth into the pillow "fuck put it in already" chris snaps from the teasing of your head "don't say i didn't try to prep you" you shrug your shoulders and move your hands to hold onto his hips to push your member into him slowly but chris pushes back onto.

your whole dick sinking into him in one motion making him let out a guttural moan so you push his face deeper into the pillow to silence him before you start fucking into his tightness, stretching him open with every thrust as you lay slaps on his ass every now and then to keep him going "fuck daddy you feel so good" chris whines out holding onto a pillow for dear life.

"yeahhh such a good slut for me aren't cha" you cockily laugh wrapping your fingers through his fluffy hair and pulling his head out of the bed "c'mon let me hear those pretty moans" you say kissing his neck, leaving slight hickeys that lead down to his shoulder as little whimpers fall from chris' lips, trying to hold back from letting out his ungodly sounds.

you didn't like this very much, you wanted to hear him moan your name out like it was the only work he knew so you deepen your thrusts, your hips snapping into his ass harshly, to chris it felt like his whole body was on fire with how good you felt plowing him from behind, it felt like his legs were already going weak.

"you like the dick that's ruining your hole right slut" you say through gritted teeth moving one hand to hold his hip to keep him in place "yes daddy it's so good" chris moans out "im gonna fucking fill you up so well, it'll look like your pregnant m'kay" you grunt wrapping your hand around his throat to pull him up and push him flush against your back.

you move your hand to start stroking his aching cock watching it twitch as he nears his own climax "cum with me" you whisper into his neck as you lay more kisses on him, chris nods at your words and soon arches his back as he cum on your hand, some spraying onto his bed "good slut, such a good slut for me" you huff dropping your head and letting out a groan as in one more thrust you cum.

painting chris' walls white with your arousal "fuck" you pant, both you and chris chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath from the heated session "so wanna go for round two" chris questions "hell yeah" you chuckle starting to move your hips again.

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[your-divine-ribs]

Kinktober 🩶 Daredevil

"Imagine what your friends would think if they knew what you were letting me do to you right now."

Words: 1.1k // Playing Hard to Get Van // exhibitionism

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🩶 "There's not enough room in the car for us all," you sigh to your friends. "Someone's gonna have to miss out. I don't mind, I can catch up with everyone later in the pub."

🩶 It's a beautiful sunny bank holiday Monday and you've planned to take a drive along the coast to Anglesey. You fancy a change from Llandudno seafront which is bound to be teaming with tourists with hardly a scrap of beach clear to even lay down your beach-towels.

🩶 "Who invited Van and Larry anyway?" Rob mutters under his breath. He's been scowling since they arrived at Katie's house and you laugh on the inside. Rob was hoping to spend the day on the beach with just you, Katie and Kim so he's not too thrilled about the prospect of any male competition coming along for the ride.

🩶 "There's room for everyone," Katie announces, looking pointedly at Rob. "And it's my car, so I say who goes. We can all squeeze in together, Kim's only tiny and Y/N can sit on someone's lap... I'm sure Van won't mind."

🩶 You note the sly smile on her face as she looks between you and Van and you feel your cheeks instantly colour. You've not told anyone what's been going on between you two but your friend's definitely noticed the chemistry there and she teases you about it at every opportunity she gets.

🩶 "You can sit on my lap!" Rob blurts out quickly, making a lunge for the back seat door but Katie cuts across him, opening up the passenger door instead. "There's no way you're going in the back Rob, we have to fit four people in there and you're bloody huge... no offence!"

🩶 Rob grumbles his dissatisfaction but he can't really protest, he's twice the size of Van with his huge hulking rugby-player's frame. Larry and Kim climb in the back, followed by Van who pats his knee with a huge smirk on his face. "C'mon Y/N, what ya waiting for?"

🩶 You slide on to Van's lap, trying to keep your composure as you feel his hands curl tightly around your hips. He shifts in the seat, pretending to get comfy but you know he's just trying to find the perfect position to torment you in.

🩶 "Everyone ready?" Katie calls from the front and all you can do is gulp out a quick yes as you feel Van's lips brush your neck as he whispers ominously into your ear. "You'd better be ready... you're gonna be such a fucking mess by the time we get there."

🩶 "Oh yeah? There's not a lot you can do here in front of everyone," you whisper, smirking playfully, confident that you have the upper hand.

🩶 "We'll see about that shall we?" He replies, jutting his hips out and pulling you back even further so you're flush against the plane of his chest, grinding himself upwards so you can feel every inch of him pressing against you through his jeans. You know you're in trouble, heat already starting to bloom between your legs.

🩶 From then on the journey is pure torture. Your flimsy sundress offers no protection flared out around your thighs, your skimpy little bikini the only thing between your already throbbing pussy and Van's denim clad bulge that's growing by the second. Every tiny bump in the road makes you bounce a little in his lap, forcing a friction that sees you biting down hard on your lip to stifle a needy whimper.

🩶 "Bet you're dripping wet already sitting on my lap like this," he taunts, his voice low so no one else can hear over the car stereo. "Let's find out shall we?"

🩶 He adjusts his position, sliding a sneaky hand under your dress to run his fingers over the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. "Hmm... just as I expected… you dirty girl."

🩶 It takes you all your restraint not to rut yourself against him to relieve the ache between your thighs and when he slides a long slender finger under the material to rub your clit you let out an unexpected moan.

🩶 "You okay Y/N?" Kim asks. "You're looking a bit flustered." She's sitting next to you so she can definitely feel you squirming, and her question causes everyone in the car to look around. Even Katie who's driving is glancing at you in the rearview mirror. Van chooses that exact moment to sink two fingers deep into your tight heat, his other hand tightening on your hips to keep you right where he wants you. You almost hit the roof of the car.

🩶 "Errr... yeah... I'm okay, I'm just a bit... hot, that's all. God it's so hot in this car, I'm burning up!" Your voice comes out all strained and breathy and Rob narrows his eyes at you, instructing everyone to crank their windows down to give you some air.

🩶 "Van... please!" You whisper urgently as he starts pistoning his fingers in and out of you at a pace that makes your legs tremble. You can feel your slick dribbling between your thighs and soaking into his jeans. You can even hear how wet you are. The fact that your friends are sitting all around you while this is happening should be utterly mortifying but conversely the thought turns you on even more.

🩶 "Gonna sit here and take it like a good little slut," he mumbles into your ear. "Could probably fuck you right here and now if I wanted. Bet you'd like that huh? Taking my cock in front of all your friends."

🩶 "You wouldn't dare!" You hiss, your heart thudding wildly at the thought of him being so bold. You're writhing on his lap now whilst he finger-fucks you, surreptitiously grinding your hips to push his fingers even deeper inside you.

🩶 "Wanna bet? That sounds like a challenge to me." He nips sharply on your ear lobe, pulling his fingers suddenly free. You almost whine from the sudden feeling of emptiness but then you feel him fumbling with the fly of his jeans and the unmistakeable feel of his warm, hard cock pressing against your entrance.

🩶 "Fuck," you mutter under your breath, having to bury your face in his neck to hide your blissed out expression as he slides into you, surprisingly easily as you're already so wet.

🩶 "Feel so good babe," he groans quietly, hips pushing upwards as he sinks your hips down even deeper. Your eyes almost roll back into your head. "You're such a good, dirty little slut for me. Imagine what your friends would think if they knew what you were letting me do to you right now."

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Bi-Curiosity Killed The Cat: Chapter 3

Info: The Pilgrim family home is empty; Stacey and Wallace take advantage.

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Virginity Kink, Daddy Kink, Unsafe Sex

Disclaimer: They're hot, sorry. Don't like, don't read :P

“They're really leaving you here by yourself?”

“Yup. I didn't feel like going, so they told me to hold down the fort”

“What about Larry? He isn't gonna be here?”

“When is he ever here?”

Wallace blinks and then shrugs at Stacey's response as she opens the door to her family home to let them inside. It's dark and quiet save for the low hum of a hidden furnace, and Wallace feels his heart leap into his throat when it dawns on him that he's finally alone with Stacey in her own home. It's exciting as it is a little strange; he's never been in here without Scott, so to see Stacey and only Stacey bouncing around turning on lights and hanging jackets without the lingering presence of her parents or her older brothers was surreal. Stacey finally had the house to herself, and in turn, Wallace finally had Stacey to himself.

Wallace hasn't felt excitement like this in a long time.

“Throw your coat wherever, it's not like my folks are here to complain.” Stacey said. “You hungry or anything? I think my mom made some japchae for me before she left.”

“Is that like the beef and noodles thing you cooked for me before?”

“Yuh-huh,” Stacey pulls out two containers of food. “Mom made enough for me and Scott, but since he's off doing that venue, there's plenty of extras.”

“I'll gladly take two bowls then.”

“Woah, for real? She doesn't skimp out on the beef you know.”

“I need all my energy for later, don't I?”

Stacey giggles as she starts prepping Wallace’s food, the older man quietly admiring the girlish way Stacey flipped her hair and batted her lashes at him. It's been a long time coming, but Wallace and Stacey were finally ready to fuck. They talked about it and of course made sure to prepare Stacey for it, so after months of dry humping and naked ruts under the sheets, Stacey and Wallace planned a time when they could actually be more intimate without any interruptions. They figured winter break would be best since Stacey's parents would be out of town again, but it was just sheer luck that Scott and Lawrence would be out the house, too. Scott was apparently at a headline with Natalie while Lawrence simply disappeared. No one knows where since he hardly talks to anyone these days, but Stacey suspects it's at an arcade somewhere.

“Here ya go,” Stacey gives Wallace his japchae and smiles. “Gave you some extra just in case.”

“Damn, hun,” Wallace grabs some chopsticks and smirks. “You ready to get fucked that bad, huh? We got all weekend.”

“I've been waiting for this for a while, of course I'm ready.” She grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and cracked it open. “I mean, yeah I'm nervous, too, but it's like a fun kind of nervous...”

“Well so long as you're still up for it, we can fuck as much as you want, as long as you want.” He stuffs some veggies in his mouth. “I'll take care of you. Fucking you stupid is a job I'm proud of.”

Stacey rolled her eyes. “...God, you're such a slut.”

“Takes one to know one, don't it, baby?”

“Save it for the bed, perv,” Stacey sticks her tongue out at him. “Mighty confident for someone who's never fucked a girl before.”

“It's the same mechanics in the end, yeah? Thrusting and busting is the same no matter who you fuck, babe.”

“Still, you're not a little nervous?”

“What's there to be nervous about? Not like I don't know what I'm working with. I can't wait to get up in those guts.” He motions at her crotch and licks his lips. “You're gonna make me hungry for something else in a minute.”

“Hold on, old man, we don't wanna give your ticker a start just yet.” Stacey rounds the table to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. “I'm gonna freshen up; powder my nose, stuff my bra and all that.” She rubs his chest and grins playfully at him. “I better see a clean bowl and that big cock when I get back, okay?”

Wallace gulps and nods, lips curled and eyes beaming when he takes in Stacey's words.

“Goddamn, whatever you say, baby.”

“Good boy,” Stacey tittered before running off upstairs. “See ya in a minute, darling~”

Wallace watched Stacey for a few moments until he couldn't see her anymore and let out a shuddering breath when he heard her bedroom door close. With great mental strength and willpower, Wallace calms down the erection growing in his underwear and quickly eats the rest of his food. He's never heard her talk so dirty before and he absolutely loves it. He never expected to turn a sweet thing like Stacey into such a slutty little girl; just thinking about her eating cum and creaming on his cock made his dick rock hard.

Wallace palms himself through his jeans, fingers tracing a foot long cock that braces the length of his thigh once he cleans his bowl. As he sets his chopsticks down and bites spit-slicked lips, he smirks deviously at the stairs that led to the second floor and promptly followed after his little girlfriend's trail. The sooner he fucks her pussy, the better.

When Wallace arrives at her bedroom door, he doesn't bother knocking and walks in uninvited, catching a half-naked Stacey by surprise. She's in the middle of pulling down her jeans, and like a hungry dog eager to pounce on his prey, Wallace snatches Stacey by the waist to guide her to the bed, wet lips sucking and biting purple bruises into her chin and neck.

Stacey is floored but doesn't try to fight it. She instead relaxes and half-heartedly attempts to push Wallace off of her.

“W-Wallace...” Stacey moans and then flinches when Wallace crawls between her legs. “Wait, lemme just...”

Her words fall on deaf ears and turn into drawn out mewls that make Wallace grind his cock into her panties.

“Fuckin’ tease...” Wallace pinches her nipples and twists them between his fingers. “Can't just beg for it and run off like that...” He feels her shiver and runs his tongue over her collarbone. “You think just cuz I'm gay, you can get away with showing that cunt off?”

“I wanted to take a shower first...” Stacey coos and bucks into his hips. “Couldn't wait for me, huh...?”

“What do you think?” He kisses her mouth and nips at her lips. “I wanna fuck you, baby...” He does it again. “Wanna know what it's like to fuck sweet pussy like yours...”

“Oh my God, Wallace...” Stacey scoffs against his lips. “Just shut up and do it already, perv...” She wraps her arms around his neck and returns his kiss with feverish gusto. Wallace chuckles and strips Stacey of the rest of her clothes as he revels in the taste of her mouth, hands groping and squeezing exposed flesh and deep curves while Stacey works on the buckle to his belt. She's soft and supple like a plush doll; Wallace has to remind himself to be gentle with her, but with how bad she wants it, he isn't sure if he can trust himself tonight.

Especially when the little brat starts palming his cock.

“Mmm... Fuck, hun...” A string of spit bridges their lips when he pulls away to kiss down her neck. “You're so fuckin’ hot...”

Wallace moves down her stomach, mouth craving for teen cunt. His cock humps Stacey's bed and his hands grab for her hips once his tongue tickles the hood of her clit. Stacey arches her back and moans, writhing and panting when he peels back her clit to suck on her bud, lips making suction that melts Stacey into mush.

“Hnngh...!” Stacey whines as she digs her fingers into his hair. “Wallace, that's too h-hard--!” Her hips leave the bed then, her opening ravished by explorative digits while her clit is pinched and rubbed between long fingers, piss hole teased by the tip of his nose.

Wallace doesn't say anything as he doesn't wanna ruin the fun. She complains that he's too hasty to make her come, but he knows she likes this, likes it when he treats her like this. She wants Wallace to finish her off because he's the only one who knows how to make it happen. She says that she tries to do it herself, but only wants him to do it, her excuse being that she can't. Wallace gets hard at the thought of her needing him so badly and works to make her cream every time he plays with her pussy.

Wallace thumbs her asshole next, doesn't prod or push, just circles and pokes around puckered flesh. Stacey flinches and squirts all over Wallace’s tongue then, drenching him with slick he's quick to drink down. His throat tingles and his tongue lolls as the taste of her pussy settles in his mouth, prompting Wallace to kick off his pants so he could kneel over her, long member hanging menacingly over her bellybutton and pubis as her shiny pink pussy trembled against his balls. His girlfriend is breathless and shy when she realizes how close Wallace’s cock is and starts to squirm, unsure of herself.

Wallace notes this, his toned stomach rising and falling in time with her heart. He grins and grinds his shaft into her folds to reassure her. It's his first time, too, at least with a woman, but experience guides him. For Stacey, this is something new, taboo, and dangerous; a harsh transition from girlishness to womanhood.

“Hey,” He swirls his hips and watches her face. “Look at us, hun.” An adjustment leads to the tip circling her slit. “C'mon, look,”

Stacey looks down, sees his thick cock pressed into her pussy.

“You're so pretty like this, you know that? So pink and pretty, just for me, right?” Wallace wraps her legs around his waist, cockhead splitting her lips apart. Her maidenhead pulses against his skin, reminding him he can't go crazy even though he wants to watch his prick bruise that pretty pink flesh he loves so much. “Just gotta open up for me, hun, okay...?” Another prod, followed by a hitch in Stacey's breath. He bends over and holds her in response, her little body trembling the more he pushes. “It's gonna pinch, but it'll only be for a little bit, baby...”

“It hurts...” She winces, her nails digging into his shoulders when he fits the tip in. “It really, really hurts...” She doesn't throttle or move away though and keeps holding on, accepting a barrage of kisses and licks that ravish her cheek and neck.

“I know...” He shushes her, takes this as a sign to go further, and slides into her with stuttering hips and a shaky constitution. “I know, baby doll...” He's a third of the way in now and it takes strength not to buck his hips, not to fuck her stupid. Her pussy quite literally clings to him, dragging along his shaft and pulling him deeper within. Instinct begs him to plow her, but he resists and opts to hold her tighter when he slides the rest of the way in, her yelps of pain sending a jolt straight to his cock. Stacey clings to him for dear life soon after, little pussy stuffed to its limit as crimson droplets collect around his shaft, making him shiver. He popped her cherry--took her and ruined her on his cock and his cock alone, an accomplishment only he can revel in. Stacey looks up at him, in pain but still expectant, and Wallace quells that pain by rocking his hips, ink black eyes half-lidded and predatory when the sight of Stacey's tear-stained cheeks suddenly makes his loins ache.

“So good...” His movements are slow, steady. He can't jostle her too much lest he risks ending this early. “Such a good girl for me...”

“W-Wallace...” Her eyes are pink and puffy, wet from pain, just like her pussy. His name is like a mantra on her tongue, a pleading mewl meant only for him that grows more desperate the longer he pumps her cunt. She doesn't resist, doesn't want to ruin this either because she wants him so badly, but she wants comfort, downright begs for it with her eyes, so Wallace babies her, spoils her. She gets it out of him so easily, and while she'd be hard-pressed to admit to it, Stacey loves being spoiled and shows her love for it when she's at her most vulnerable. Independence is lost on her when she's under him and is replaced with juvenile reliance, a power trip that Wallace embraces and cherishes whenever he has her like this.

She calls for him, the way he wants her to, the way she's always too embarrassed to do. She doesn't think twice this time though, doesn't hesitate when she does; she just wants his attention, wants to know if she's being good for him, if her candy sweet, pretty pink pussy was as good as he thought it was going to be.

“D-Dad...” She gasps, g-spot agitated. The word turns Wallace’s ears red. “Daddy...”

Sparks, intense like fireworks, like cherry bombs that pop in the sky, ignite behind Wallace’s eyes. There aren't enough words in the world that can describe how elated he is to have Stacey's cunt, so he shows it the best way he knows how. He fucks her nice and hard, pulls out all the way and slams back in so his dick can kiss her cervix. Stacey's back arches and her eyes widen, mouth agape and letting out broken moans overpowered by Wallace’s grunts. He gives himself up to her in body and spirit, unable to keep his composure when he asks her to say it again.

“More.” He holds her hips and goes faster. “Say it more...”

His eyes glaze over when she does, like it's the most natural thing in the world, the thrumming sharpness in her g-spot and cervix compelling her to obey him.

“Daddy,” She says, breathless. “Daddy, daddy...”

“Fuuuuck...” He sits straight up, pumping his hips fast. Stacey is jostled upwards with each thrust, big tits bouncing on her chest. She's moaning now, bracing herself against Wallace’s thrusts by holding his sides, eyes rolling into her head. Her skin is spanked pink by his cock and balls, wet with sweat and precome that rolls over her labia. She tightens up, gets slicker, rolls down on his cock when he thrusts up. Wallace likes that, almost too much, and sinks deep inside, humping into her womb, unable to pull out.

“Fuck, Stacey, so fucking good for Daddy...” Wallace sings his praises of her. “Tight little girl cunt, wanna fill it up, make you come...” He huffs and bites his lip, pleasure blooming in his gut. “Love you, baby, love you so much...”

“M-Me, too...” Stacey throws her head back, shaking terribly. “I love you, Daddy, I...I love--!” She bows off the mattress, letting out a shrill cry that leaves her cross eyed. She came all over him, soaking his cock in rich girl juice. He digs her out, the squelch of her sex and her rapturous cries driving him over the edge. When his balls clench, Wallace has enough self-awareness left to pull out and empty himself on Stacey's belly, but isn't able to. Stacey locks her ankles and pulls Wallace down by the shoulders to lick his lips, drunk off sex and too addicted to his prick to let him leave.

“Give it to me,” She pleads to him. “I want it, I want it so bad...”

Wallace should be more hesitant, knows better than to risk Stacey's womb for a good nut, but he doesn't think clearly enough to care and laps at Stacey's tongue with his own rather than fight her on it.

“Here it comes then, baby...” Wallace’s hips snap forwards, his voice strained. “Here it fucking...comes...”

Stacey gets off to it, to his come flooding her pussy. She sighs ecstatically at the warmth that splashes her womb and holds him tight while Wallace loses all strength in his limbs, collapsing on top of her in a heap. They take a moment to catch their breath, too exhausted to do much else but lay there and make out with each other. Wallace is the first to pull away once he realizes that his seed is rapidly pouring from her cunt however, but is stopped once again by Stacey's little voice.

“It's okay,” She simply said. “Safe day.”

Wallace relaxes and decides to warm his softening cock in her sex, loving the plushness of her insides. Stacey meanwhile reveres him with kisses and nuzzles, his sweet girl consumed by a post-sex haze that makes her focus on “daddy” and only daddy. Wallace smirks, enjoying how blissed out Stacey is, and plays with her clit to keep her floating on cloud nine.

“Are you gonna make me come again, daddy...?”

“Of course, baby,” He laughs. “I love it when you make a mess.”

“I wanna do it on your dick still...” She bites her lip, eyes teary again. “Please, can I?”

“Gotta give me a minute, angel, daddy still needs a sec.” He kisses her hair. “Once I'm ready, I'll bounce you on my cock next, okay?”

Stacey nods, happy. Wallace hides a shit-eating grin from her by burying his face into her neck. It's like the more he touches her, the more needy she becomes, like a desperate kitten. It's a trait Wallace looks forward to exploiting this weekend if it means turning his sweet new girlfriend into a baby slut, desperate for his cock.

Yeah, Wallace was definitely bi.

Or, rather queer-adjacent.

Pilgrim-sexual, maybe?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

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ailesswhumptober day 27: before vs after / alternate universe / "well, there's a first for everything"

chapter 6 / 7 of i'm too close to breaking | rated t, chose not to warn

"why are we walking if flit can just teleport?" 

so what if cliff and the bus had been her first choice, and now she's got larry? at least when he opens his mouth to talk, he usually has something useful to contribute. 

"flit's not able to go any closer to this place." jane still hasn't told larry where they're going, or why, exactly, they're going to it, but he didn't seem to mind the mystery, until now.

"this place being…?"

"the farm where the girl grew up. a lot of fucked-up shit happened to her there." she doesn't mean to slip, to seemingly be speaking in third person about her past, but she isn't the girl. 

larry, to his credit, doesn't ask about that. "well, with all of that, and flit's reluctance… why are you going back? if she's scared, aren't you?" his voice is gentle, like he's talking her back from a ledge that she hasn't even stepped on yet, and she can't deal with that right now.

jane sets her jaw. "doesn't matter," she replies truthfully, staring straight ahead at the road and ignoring larry's gaze. "the girl lost something here and i got to get it back."

"but if coming back here is so awful -"

"that doesn't fucking matter! i need to be useful right now, to do what everyone else in this stupid body is too chickenshit to do, or i'm gone! i have to show the girl that i can do things for her that the others can't do."

"wait a minute, back up. what do you mean, gone?"

jane sniffles, not bothering to hide her tears. "if they have no use for me - if she has no use for me - then there's no reason why i should be allowed up here." she stares up at larry's stupid glasses, hating that she looks as small as she feels. "i have to go and get it back, okay?"

"okay." larry nods. "i get that part, wanting to be useful, but that shouldn't determine your worth as a person."

what the fuck? has he forgotten the past three decades of living together or are the scants still in his head? she laughs bitterly, unable to respond. 

"i… i don't understand. what'd i do now?" 

"i don't need you to understand. i need you to be here with me, 'cause somebody's got to anchor the rope while i go down the well."

if cliff were here, he'd be blinking cartoonishly. he'd shrug, then say some bullshit about being the perfect anchor weight and be way too enthusiastic about spouting therapy buzzwords at her. larry might be blinking, and there's no way to tell, but it's clear he would never have agreed to being jane's accomplice in confronting one of her biggest traumas. 

"you want to go dumpster diving in a well?" larry asks bluntly.

jane shakes her head. there's no point to any of this, is there? maybe the scants are still in her ears, or she wouldn't be making such bad decisions. even if they do make it to the farm, there's no guarantee that the well is still there, and even if it is, there's no way harry hasn't decomposed by now. miranda is already everyone's new favorite persona and candidate for primary, accusing jane of childish jealousy because of her doubts rather than listening to her reasoning. miranda may have returned from the underground's well, and even though she couldn't make it back to the real one, no one else cares about that big fucking deal that can only mean nothing but trouble for the girl. 

jane sits down on the road, hyperventilating and suddenly overwhelmed by the futility of it all. 

"i don't wanna go back," she mumbles, bringing her legs up to her chest. "i just want harry."

someone sits down close to her, but still far away that they can't touch. "if you tell me where harry is, i can bring him back for you," he says, his gentle voice a bit muffled like he's whispering into his shirt. 

she shakes her head. "he's gone," she says sadly, tears pouring down her cheeks and onto her lips. "harry's gone and left me all alone again." her body shakes as she cries, and any minute now, she just knows it, the person is gonna punish her, but she can't stop. 

"oh, kid," he says, putting a big fluffy jacket on the ground in front of her. "you'll catch a cold like that." 

she looks up through tear-stained lashes and finds that the person isn't a person at all but a mummy. a scary monster wouldn't offer his jacket, would he? daddy certainly never did. thunder roars in the sky. it isn't raining yet, and she doesn't want to be cold when it starts to fall, but if she takes the jacket, the mummy man will be cold. she pushes the jacket back towards him, because he'll definitely hurt her if she takes it, even now that she's stopped crying like a baby. 

"it's okay," he says. "you can borrow my jacket. my bandages and clothes are water-proof. i pinky promise." 

he holds out his pinky, and she slowly loops hers around it, then quickly brings her hand back. she puts the big jacket on and instantly feels better. it's like the blankets at abuelita's, soft and safe, and she mutters a 'thank you' as she wraps it around her. she takes a few deep breaths, then says, "i wanna go home."

the mummy man's silly goggles make it hard for her to tell if he's blinking or staring, but he just looks at her for a long minute. "okay," he nods, and even though he's not exactly saying her name, it makes her feel better. "we can do that. do you know the street address, or what number is on the house?"

no, she realizes, she doesn't. abuelita walks with her every time, between home and the bad place where monsters live, telling her happy stories and sometimes giving her little crayons to keep hidden in her room. she was too stupid, getting so caught up in the stories that she didn't pay attention to the roads, and all she knows is that home is on a dirt road, not a paved one like the one they're sitting on. 

she starts crying again, all over the jacket which isn't hers, but she can't stop. harry's gone, abuelita's not here, and the grey clouds have started to open and pour their rain down. 

"there's an empty house just down this road," the mummy man says. "how about we walk over there, just to get under the porch until the storm clears and we can figure out how to get you home?"

she nods a little at the idea, but shakes her head when he offers a hand to help her up. she rolls the sleeves up on the jacket, presses her hands on the wet pavement, and stands up on her own. the mummy man is tall when he stands, but tall like abuelita and not like the monsters. 

"no more rain, please," she whispers. even through the jacket, it feels too much like being on her knees in the bad place, and she really doesn't wanna go back there. 

"just a quick walk," the mummy man says, pointing to the nearby house. "then no more rain, okay?"

"kay."

[agape-28]

Hey love!! Here to give you attention!! What's your favorite outfit style of Harry and Louis. Hairstyle? What is a headcanon you can't stop thinking about? Do you ever dream about Larry? Or just one of the boys?

Love you <3 (this is me cuddling you)

hi aaliyah my dearest! okay there's a lot of questions here let's get to it!

1) Favorite outfit style

Harry -> idk if this is an outfit style but basically the one where he wears long sleeves but it's slightly unbuttoned at the top! good stuff 👏

Louis -> whenever he wears blazers! or more formal wear. he looks very sophisticated and smexy. HAHAHA!

though if i'm being honest i don't really think of my favorite outfits for them... just ones i dislike LOL

2) Favorite hairstyle!

Harry -> Prince hair Harry! lion harry. beautiful sweet harry. gender envy harry. disney harry.

Louis -> whatever hairstyle this is. sir the things i would do just so you can wear your hair like this again. the crimes i would commit.

3) Headcanon I can't stop thinking about

oof i have loads of those headcanons in my head. i think they're tagged as #cute on my blog. but one thing that makes me go 🥺 is when people make hcs about how they just. cannot shut up about one another when they're with their friends. louis' out with his lad crew and rambles on about harry being the hottest person alive, harry's at some meeting or whatever and he gushes about how much he loves louis' eyes. and everyone around them is just like "we get it you love each other please stop." wholesome stuff!

4) Did you ever dream about Larry/one of the boys?

if we're talking about solo dreams, there was one time before i became a larrie where i dreamed about me, harry, and Bruno Mars on that James Corden eating show 😂😂. But i had one larry dream, and it is so cute 🥺🥺🥺

basically i think it was fetus louis and harry(?) or at least their younger selves, and i was with them. we all met each other for the first time behind a shed or something, and somehow we broke into a mansion. then louis and harry started making out LMAO and i was just watching them and suddenly someone whispered in my ear "No matter what universe they're in, they'll always be in love."

i like to think that's the universe telling me that they're very much together, very much in love, and still going strong! 💪❤️

send me asks about harry or louis

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

COMING HOME

Jackson “Jax” Teller x Reader

Anon #1 asked: Jax teller x reader a smuuuuttttttt one pleaseeeee

Anon #2 asked: Oh yay! Bc I really wanted to request something, although if you're not comfortable writing it I totally understand. I wanted to request Jax Teller x reader where the reader is being mistreated (how ever ur comfortable writing that) by a boyfriend and she escapes to the club house where Jax is there late one night, and he ends up taking care of her and comforting her. She tells him she broke things off & he ends up telling her how he feels and it's really fluffy? Or some variation of this.

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author comments: First time writing for Jax and I don't know what the fuck I did. The story of my life. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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When you want to realize, you're stopping dead the wheels of the car in front of the Teller Morrow workshop. Your eyes are filled with tears, running down your cheeks and getting mixed with the blood on your face. It hurts a lot, even the smallest movement you make with your face. There's a gap under your left eye, product of a hit that Larry gave you with one of his golden rings. He also broke your lower lip by a similar punch. You know that tomorrow it's going to be worst. But you can't handle it anymore. Every night is the same shit. Alcohol, drugs and take out his anger with you. 

The main door of the clubhouse gets opened. You stand close to your car, with a hand supported on the hood. Your cry stops for a second, watching Jax giving some slow steps towards you somewhat confused. When he notices the blood, he runs faster than never almost colliding with your body. Cupping your cheeks into his hands, the man has a quick look of your face, clicking his tongue before taking off his jacket to place it on your shoulders. You haven't noticed that you're wearing nothing but a long shirt. No pants, no shoes. Nothing. Jax lifts you up between his arms, letting you get a little relaxed knowing that you're already safe.

“What happened?” He asks without looking at you, and his jaw tightening.

You just shrug your shoulders in silence, while he leaves you over his bed. You're not trying to protect your boyfriend, you don't want to see him again after all the pain he provoked you. But seems pretty obvious what happened and why you ran away from your house. Jax have always been so kind and gentle with you, that you thought he was the one who could protect you. You met him almost six years ago, just by a coincidence, and you started to be friends since the first moment you impressed him talking about his bike. And of course, he never liked Larry, knowing the piece of trash he is.

“I'm sor—sorry. I didn't know whe—where to go”.

“Home. You're at home, okay?” He replies, leaning towards the mattress with a knee nailed in to leave a kiss on your forehead. “I'll be back in a second, don' move”.

You simply nod, trying to clean your tears and staining the back of your hands with some blood. Not much after, he comes back from the bathroom carrying some cotton, alcohol and stitches to fix you up. It hurts. The hydrogen peroxide in contact with your skin itches too much. And you're ashamed because of Jax is seeing you falling into pieces, even when he warned you about that guy and what he could do.

“I will leave by morning. Just… please, let me stay tonight”. You beg desperate, pulling away from him your gaze as soon as he finishes of putting the stitches. 

“You can stay here all the time you need. There are enough empty dorms. And I will take care of you, so Samcro will too”. Lifting up your face by two fingers under your chin, he forces you to look at him. “I'm gonna give you some clothes, so you can take a shower, okay?”

Helping you to get up from his bed, Jax lets you go barely a few seconds. Enough time to find another shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You take it from his hands, almost caressing it ephemerally, before walk into the bathroom closing the door behind your steps. The warm water finally relax your body, falling all around you from your hair to your toes. You know that the nightmare has ended and that your, now, ex-boyfriend is not going to bother you anymore. Although you can't help but feel somewhat restless, wrapping your body with a towel and sitting on the toilet, having a deep, deep breath. 

When you're ready, wearing the clothes that Jax gave you and having a last look in the mirror of your bruised face, you walk out of the bathroom. The man hangs up a call before you can hear anything he's talking about.

“Better?”

“Yes… Thank you”.

“This has to end, (Y/N)”.

You nod licking your lips, standing up close to the bed.

“Tomorrow Chibs, Happy and I will go with you to pick up your things. You can stay here, if you feel safe”. He sentences, knowing that you don't have any option, even if it's the best one. “I can't… see you again like that”.

“I'm sorry, Jax…” You say again, sitting slowly by his side.

“I'm being serious”.

“I know”.

“I told you”. 

Seems like he's getting desperate, rubbing his face with both hands and pulling away the short hair back to his nape. You can't help but hug him, wrapping his shoulders with both arms as you sink your face on his neck. It feels good. His smell is enough to make you lost all the fears that were running through your body, knowing that everything is going to get better. 

“That asshole doesn't deserve you. You're much more than a one-night-stand. You have to know it”. He mutters holding you a little more tightly.

“Ja—”

Before you can say anything else, not even a word, he lifts up your chin colliding your lips with his. Your heart jumps, racing faster than you could think. And it takes you some seconds to react, but you kiss him back. Slowly. So slowly, enjoying the taste of beer and cigars, while his nervous hands holds your hips wanting you closer if it's possible. When his tongue finds yours looks like an explosion inside your mouth. You were desiring it since you met him, and seems like he was feeling the same way. 

“Stay with me”.

One of his hands cups your cheek, tangling the tiptoes in some bristles close to you ear. His nose touching yours, eyes closed, drinking each other's breaths. 

“I want you to stay with me, lemme' make it up to you”. 

The mutter colliding in your lips makes you nod in silence. Running down his callous hands by your sides, Jax lifts up the Reaper Crew shirt to throw it somewhere, enjoying the views of your bristling nipples calling him. He leans forward to them catching one between his lips and the other with two fingers. One being bitten, the other being pinched. And a soft moan growing in your mouth. He knows exactly what to do, wetting it with his saliva and touring your skin with the tip of his tongue. His free hand travels down right to the waistband of your sweatpants, going under it to lightly touch your beaten clit needed for any kind of caresses. For Jax feels so good find you so wet, only for him. Something that he has been wanting so fucking bad since a long time ago. He curves his finger inside your pussy, slowly, trying to learn every single inch of it and its tightness. 

Your hips moving unconsciously looking for more friction when you feel how he is getting harder every second you're on top of him, gasping and begging for more whispering. After taking off his shirt, the man bites your lower lip, pulling away his finger from you just to make you lay down above the mattress. He finally undresses you, being exposed to his blue eyes getting darker and watching how he licks his lips.

“Touch you as I would do it”.

You don't say nothing, opening your legs for the SOA' president and placing them to both sides of his body kneeled on the bed. He's going to remember it his whole life, looking how he follows every move your right hand does. It goes down by your stomach before continuing for the pelvis. You can feel the heat that emanates from your thighs, when you dig a finger in your pussy. Yes, it's wetted like never before. And you start to jerk yourself off, maintaining his lustful gaze, somewhat faster than he did before. The first moan appears when you see him rubbing the lump on his crotch, so needed to feel it inside you.

“Fuck, Jackson…”

“You like it?”

“Yes… Yes…” You try to nod, going a little bit deeper, almost arching your back. “Can you… Can you… Hm… I want a second finger, please…”

“You got it, baby”. He answers hardening his tone.

And you step in another one, containing yourself of gasping too loud, not knowing if someone else is in the clubhouse. You pound your hot pussy imagining that is his cock, spreading more your legs to let Jax sees how much you want him. Your palm almost hitting your entrance, intensifying the uncontrollably sounds your vocals chords utter. You want a third one and a fourth one thrusting you, to compensate that it's not his hand, nor his dick, burning in pleasure and desire.

Jax frees himself of the jeans, showing you that huge erection with some veins marked in, making your mouth watering by imagine how it could feel pressing it to your throat and filling you completely till drown you. His long fingers moving his own sensitive skin from top to bottom, as fast as you're fingering your pussy. 

“Put a third one, baby”. He asks you licking his lower lip, not being able to raise the look of your hand.

You obey as the good girl you are, screaming out his name when you push it harder into you. You can't help but intensify the erratic move, provoking him to do the same. You're about to come, squeezing your legs over the sheets, when the older grabs your forearm to pull it away making you growl somewhat upset. 

“Lemme' taste you”.

You can't talk. You just nod in silence, watching how he lies down between your legs, putting his arms under them but nailing his hands on your abdomen. His tongue goes slow from your back entrance to the other, tasting and drinking your fluids until he reach your swollen clit. His beard gives you some tickles every time it touches your thighs. Jax gently bite that sensitive part of your body, tangling your wetted fingers in the blonde bristles.

“Cum in my mouth, (Y/N)”

Even if it's a petition, it finally sounds like a command, thrusting two fingers decorated by two gold rings under his tongue. Into you. 

“Fuck, Jax!” You cry out, pushing his face closer among your legs.

His tongue feels delicious, moving so fast around your entrance that you can't handle it for much more, while his fingers completes the next level of pleasure you have never felt before. Arching your back at the exact moment your anatomy shakes because of his mouth, he presses his nose against your skin touring your pussy to taste your cum. He can assure that he has never tried something better.

And the man doesn't let you any time to recover yourself, when he's already helping you to sit up.

“All in fours, my love”. He whispers close to your lips, before leaving a smooth kiss on them.

You do, turning your body to support your weight on your palms and knees. Chest resting above the pillow, spreaded legs and waist raised up. Positioning his body not fully naked among your thighs, Jax guides his dick all over your ass and pussy to tease you a little. You can hear the sound of a spittle, feeling it colliding to your entrances, and the saliva running down to the bed, knowing he's gonna fuck you without having to ask for it.

So he does. Nailing his hands on your hips almost hurting you, he digs his cock among your folds, making you scream with broken voice. Far away stayed the slow moves to make you feel loved, pounding you so hard that the headboard collides with the wall. Your moans getting tangled with his guttural growls wandering around the dorm. His lower abdomen hitting your ass once and again, resting your forehead on the pillow, as he goes deep into it. You want more. You couldn't be tired of his thrusts, being satisfied for the first time in years. 

Jax is so big. More than he wants to hide under his typical jeans. And it feel so good when you find yourself close to the edge again. The orgasm finds you some hard pounds after, crying loud his full name and making him smirk proud of it. 

“I want to cum in that delicious mouth yours, baby… Can I, uh?”

It's pretty fun how he has been giving you orders the whole time, to now ask you for something. How could you even say ‘no’? You raise a hand back to his chest, making him know that you want it too. Quickly, Jax pulls out his throbbing erection, jacking himself off while you lie on your back and he practically sits on your breasts. Taking your nape with his free hand, he lifts up your head until his red glans is above your open lips ready to receive his cum. You step out your tongue at the moment he finally fills your mouth with his hot seed, right to your throat. Jax has to slightly lean his neck back, cursing himself for not being able to see your face. But he does when you swallow his juices, before sucking his cock. Stealing him a loud moan, you press your wall with his glans, tasting the most sweet than bitter fluids on it, licking his skin with your tongue and wetting it with your saliva.

“Good girl, take it all”.

Leaving it there until an arcade appears, you feel one of his hands touching your pussy again, soaking it with your jizz before lying by your side. Then, he brings his fingers to your mouth, enjoying the way you have to lick them so calm and slow that you could make him fall into the ecstasy again. His lips finds yours, with that mix of alcohol and your delicious cums on your tongues.

Jax takes the advantage of get full undressed, before getting comfy close to you, with tired and short kisses traveling all around your face.

“Will you lemme take care of you?”

You nod in silence, trying to catch back your breathe and placing a shaky leg surrounding his waist. He caresses it with his right hand, putting the left arm under your neck to hold you closer.

“I love you, (Y/N)”. He mutters into your lips, drawing a goofy smile on the corner of your lips.

“I love you, Jax”.

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

🛏 sleepy Sal x reader, and kissing his scars 💋

I excitedly walked around my apartment double checking everything one last time. Pizza, video games, movies, snacks, soda, and music. Perfect. I wanted tonight to be perfect. My best friends Sal and Larry were coming over tonight for a sleepover and I couldn't wait.

My parents had gone away for the night so I told him and Larry to come eat pizza with me. Being as our building was known to have some issues (like the paranormal Kind) Larry suggested someone stay over with me. He was always like an older protective brother to me. Larry also knew about my feelings for Sal and was trying to onvince me to do something about it. Larry also thought Sal was having some trouble sleeping so I thought I'd see what was up.

A sudden knocking at the door caught my attention. I practically skipped over almost tripping over my own feet. When I opened the door Larry and Sal were both stood. Larry had one of his goofy smiles on and it looked like Sal was blushing a small bit from the color of his ears.

"Hey ya (y/n)!" Larry cheered as the two entered my apartment. "Hey Larry Hey Sal!" I exclaimed hugging them both. "You can set your stuff down I'll go get the plates and drinks!" I instructed running into the kitchen. Larry entered the kitchen a few moments later. "Hes definitely not sleeping well lately dude hes been practically falling asleep all day." Larry informed me. I looked up at him concerned. "Hopefully I can get him to sleep tonight." I said worried about my crush. "Just so you know it's just gonna be the two of you tonight." Larry informed me. I whipped around to face him again. "W-What? You're not staying?" I stuttered nervously. "Nah I'm not into third wheeling." He chuckled with a wink.

       "I really think you should go for it tonight. Just take it easy on Sal. He's a great guy but he's very new to having a girl like him." Larry pointed out Seriously. I nodded understanding walking out and setting the stuff on the table with the pizza. Both boys made their way over grabbing plates. We sat on the couch eating pizza and listening to Sanity's Fall for a couple hours. I had completely forgotten about the nerves in my stomach till Larry informed us that his mom wanted him home and he left.

        "So... Just us I guess." I laughed nervously scratching the back of my neck. "Yeah guess so." He chuckled staring at the floor. "I'm gonna go get my pajamas on." I said awkwardly excusing myself. As soon as I was in my room I pressed my back against the door running a hand through my hair.

This has to be the night I can't hold it in anymore. Besides Larry said if I didn't say something tonight he'd make us play truth or dare or something. I took a deep breath before pulling on my pajamas which consisted of an over sized Sanity's Fall shirt and short shorts.

I made my way back out into the living room to see Sal had changed into his pajama pants already and not wearing a shirt. The two of us were watching a movie and Iciuld practically see his head bobbing to the side every time he began to doze off. "You ok Sal?" I asked concerned. "Hm oh yeah I just need another refill and I'll be fine." He smiled reaching for his soda. I grabbed his wrist stopping him. "I think maybe you should get some sleep come on." I said pulling him up with me. I shut off the tv making my way into my room.

I hopped up onto my bed patting the space next to me. "O-Oh I uh. I um don't think that's appropriate but I can sleep on the floor next to your bed if you'd like." He offered nervously. I had to admit him being so adamant about it stung. "O-oh ok blankets are in that closet there." I said pointing to my closet. He nodded making his way over to open it. "Sal if you're that uncomfortable around me I can sleep on the couch and you can sleep here but I really think you should get some sleep in a real bed. You're eyes are starting to look more like a raccoon than Larry's." I blurted out making him freeze in his tracks immediately turning to face me. "N-no that's not it it's just.. it's not you it's... uh." he stuttered out shaking his head. "What Sal?" I asked confused by his behavior.

He sighed wrapping his arms around himself. "It's my face. I don't want you seeing my face. And I have really bad nightmares I'd probably keep you up anyhow with how bad they've been lately." Sal explained. It was then I remembered how scarred he said his face was. I crawled forwards wrapping my arms around his small body.

"Sal I'm so sorry I didn't even realize. You're more than welcome to sleep wherever you want. However if you chose in bed with me I promise to not judge or make you uncomfortable." I whispered placing a kiss on the cheek of his prosthetic. He turned towards me hugging me tightly. After a few minutes of the embrace I pulled away and crawled back up to my pillow. I pulled the light switch and got comfortable under the covers.

"You deserve a good nights sleep. If you'd like you can come up here and be the little spoon and I'll take the nightmares away. Otherwise like I said there's blankets in the closet use as many as you need. I know you get cold." I told him silently hoping he'd take my offer. After a few minutes he moved next to me facing away. I pulled the covers up and over his small form. "Want me to take out your pigtails?" I asked in a whisper. He nodded his head mumbling a shaky please.

I gently pulled the hair ties from his electric blue hair setting them on my night stand. "If you wanna take off your mask you can, I promise not to look. Tonight I just want you to sleep." I smiled playing with his hair. "I don't wanna scare you away." He said with his voice riddled with pain. "Sal that's not gonna happen. Truth is I really like you and-" before I could finish my sentence he sat straight up facing me. "You like me like you have feelings for me?" He asked shocked.

I giggled shaking my head before flipping the light back on. "Sal I've had a crush on you for a while now. And trust me whatever's under there isn't scaring me away. At least lift it up a little." I reassured him moving my hands up to cup his head. He let out a breath before moving his hands up to undo the bottom buckle. He lifted the mask neither to reveal his lips and chin.

There was bad scars and indents showing. A big chunk was missing above his upper lip. The scar tissue seemed to create a resting look of sorrow on his face. I used the pad of my thumb to caress the small portion of his cheek that was visible. "C-can I kiss you?" He asked making my heart leap out of its chest.

I nodded quickly and he wasted no time in pressing his soft slightly chapped lips against mine. The second our lips connected it was like fireworks were going off in my chest. We pulled away for air leaving us both smiling. "What do you say can I take it off?" I asked in a quiet tone. He nodded biting his bottom lip. I carefully reached around to unbuckle his mask. I pulled it from his face setting it near the hair ties.

 I couldn't help the tears that formed in my eyes. Despite his broken skin he was absolutely beautiful. I let my finger tips wonder his skin. His icy blue eye watched me fearfully. He was so scared I was gonna reject him. "Sal you're so beautiful." I said smiling widely. "W-what?" He asked clearly taken back. "You're so perfect." I whispered. I leaned in and carefully and gently pressed a kiss to each and every scar that littered his face.

       Something seemed to cloud over Sal's eyes as he pulled me into his lap connecting our lips again. His hands rested on my hips still slightly shaking while my hands made their way to to his hair.  Our mouths collided passionately for a good while til Sal pulled away and buried his face in my shoulder holding me tight 

      "Thank you (y/n)." He mumbled with a small sniffle. "Your welcome Sally Face. Now let's get some sleep Yeah?" I asked laying down holding my arms out. He smiled cuddling into my chest wrapping his arms around me. And we drifted off just like that.

       I woke up to see Sal still cuddling with me his breathing still and steady. It honestly felt so right to just be laying in his arms. I ran my hands gently through his hair. He let out a few mumbles as he snuggled into me more. I couldn't help but giggle at the adorable sight.

       I felt him move again and I could tell he was waking up. "Morning handsome." I beamed moving his hair away from his face. He sat up a bit leaning on his elbow to face me. "Morning Beautiful/handsome." He yawned a small grin on his face. I stared at him in adoration reaching out to caress his face. He leaned into my touch closing his eyes. I kinda had him pegged as someone who was touch deprived and I guess I was right.

        "You're really not scared or grossed out?" He asked opening his eyes. I shook my head smiling before placing a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled widely before his facial expression changed and he crooked his head to the side. "You know I actually didn't have any nightmares last night." He pointed out still smiling. "Sal that's great I'm happy you got a good nights sleep." I cheered happily. He reached down to his bag and pulling out a phone. "Come here." He said sitting up and motioning to the space in front of him. I slid over in front of him and he wrapped his arms around me handing me his phone. "Can you take a picture of us for me? I wanna send it to Larry." He asked a small blush on his cheeks.

        I took the phone and gently kissing his cheek again. He buried his face in my neck so I angled the phone and snapped a picture of the two of us. "Perfect!" He exclaimed grabbing the phone and sending both Larry and I a copy. "Now he'll shut up about me asking you out finally." He chuckled pulling us both down so I was laying on his chest. He turned to me like he had a sudden realization.

       "(Y/n) um. Did you uh want to be my girlfriend?" He asked nervously. "Yes Sal of course." I smiled kissing his chin. Sal's phone dinged with a notification so he picked it up letting out a small chuckle. "Larry says we make a cute couple." He grinned showing me the message. I smiled happily kissing him again.

~Lex💛

[s4msepiol]

Headcanon #1 | Yeux Disent Le Contraire

• Title: Yeux Disent Le Contraire  • Type: Fluff                                  • Requested by: @ramimalekrp-roleplayerpage • Request: “Can you do something with the character falling in love but using the attack method of hating you that couldn’t express his love to reader?” • Prompt: How the two of you went from enemies to lovers. • Pairing: Rami | Ahkmenrah | Josh | Finn | Reader

Whenever someone asked you about your relationship with the actor you weren’t quite sure about what to answer them.

You were his stylist that was a fact, something concrete and tangible, black on white. Unfortunately, most interviewers weren’t satisfied with such a pragmatic answer.

Was it friendship? Totally not. “Friend” was probably the last word that would have come to your mind to describe your relationship with Rami.

“Okay… Mr. Malek look over here… Perfect.” You heard the photographer say to Rami who was pretty photogenic under that light.

In fact, you could have found him handsome if your opinion of him wasn’t polluted by his extraordinary ability to make you lose your temper.

“Thank god, now I can take off that horrible shirt…” Rami said loudly enough for you to hear at the end of the photo shoot, with the exact same smirk he had every time he tried to get on your nerves.

That smirk could have sum up the whys and wherefores of every argument you had had with him.

The outcome of which was always the same, no matter what the reason.

He would fire you or you would resign then both of you would fight to prove that you were the one that had decided to put an end to that disastrous collaboration.

He would finally call you at an ungodly hour to stammer some excuses explaining that you were the only stylist he wanted to work with. After a few minutes you would put an end to those bowing and scraping with a concise yet so satisfying ‘I hate you, Malek.’ and at those words he would know that you would be back at work the following day.

At the end of the photo shoot, you packed up your things and were going to leave when you heard Rami’s agent’s voice.

“Y/N wait! I would need you to go to L.A next week with Rami for the SAGs.” And before you could answer anything you heard an all too familiar voice say:

“What about just sending the outfit to my hotel, trust me you would do me a favor by not coming with me.” Rami snapped directly at you.

“You’re sure you’re gonna be able not to put your pants on backwards without me, Malek.” He opened his mouth only to be interrupted by his agent.

“Are the two of you done? I’d like to see both of you alive by the end of the award season.”

“It wouldn’t be a great loss…” Rami sputtered ignoring his agent’s remark.

“Yeah picture that ‘Stylist kills an extra from Twilight.’” You retorted miming a newspaper cover.

“At least you would get to make the cover for once.”

“Fuck you.”

 “You wish.” And at those words, his agent handed you your plane ticket.

“We have a reservation under Malek, please.” Rami declared to the receptionist.

The latter gave Rami only one key…

“Excuse me, sir. There must be a mistake… Hum… I’m pretty sure we reserved two rooms for tonight…”

Do I need to mention that Rami’s attempts to find a solution were vain, the hotel being completely booked…

“You can have the bed, if you want, and I'll take the couch.” You heard Rami say from the bathroom.

“I’ll save you from that cliché...” You stated putting on your jacket. “I’m gonna sleep at a friend’s place, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when you opened the door to leave, you froze at his raspy voice.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” You said turning away from the opened door to face him.

“Take two steps backwards every time I take one forward.” He literally took a step towards you, as if to prove something. You didn’t flinch.

“Rami, look I’m really not in the mood to fight with you at the moment. I thought you’d be happy not to have to spend the night with me, but you’re even more complicated than I thought…”

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend the night with you, Y/N?” He whispered to your ear, his left-hand closing the door behind you, his right-hand pulling you to him before crushing his lips to yours…

At your arrival at the museum while everybody was greeting you, he stayed away and stared at you with a look you couldn't quite identify at first. Hatred or indifference, maybe both but before you could put your finger on it Sacagawea dragged you through the hallways meanders of the museum.

Your first argument was about his guards obeying to you whenever he wasn't around, your Arabic being better than his. This disagreement only being the first of many.

He wasn't sure about how he had figured it out, probably because of the Iris scent floating in the Egyptian exhibit hallways when he came back or because of the chuckles of his stone giants whenever he would speak to them in Arabic.

I “أتعتقد ان هذا مُضحك ؟” I (you think that's funny?) He asked you dryly, interrupting your daily attempt to reconcile Jedediah & Octavius after the latter had insulted the first one’s mother in latin.

I “أتعتقد ان هذا مُضحك ؟” I You corrected him, putting the emphasis on the right syllable. He had developed a special ability at hiding what he felt when he was around you but you could see by his clenched-jaw that his annoyance was overflowing out of him like Nile after the rainy season.

“Lady Y/N, would you join me for a walk?” Lancelot asked you politely, interrupting Larry’s daily attempt to reconcile Ahk and you, his main idea being about looking for what the two of you had in common instead of fighting about your differences.

“It would be a pleasure.” You answered, secretly thanking Lancelot for putting an end to Larry’s lecture. Standing up to follow Lancelot you felt a pair of eyes on you and for some reason the feeling of those vibrant green eyes on you felt kind of pleasant.

“So what, you’re just gonna leave us here, Y/N?” Larry deplored as you passed your arm through Lancelot’s inviting him to walk with you.

“Don’t take it personally Larry but those little sessions between the three of us are less pleasant than the ten plagues of Egypt, deaths of firstborns included.” And before you even finished your sentence, Ahkmenrah’s expression went from a gaze darker than his coal hair to a chuckle he was desperately trying to hide, in vain.

Joining back your exhibit at the end of that little walk with the knight, you noticed Ahk sitting on your sarcophagus, in the dark.

“How was it?” He asked, his tone closer to the whisper than to a question. For the first time in what felt like millenniums there wasn’t a single ounce of irony, sarcasm or bitterness in his voice.

“It was like feeling what Jews felt when they crossed the Sinai desert…” You retorted, sitting next to him.

Another half-hidden chuckle… and for some reason you realized that his laugh was one of the most melodic thing you had ever heard. Still, his eyes were avoiding yours.

I “هل حاول تقبيلك؟” I  (did he try to kiss you?)

You couldn't tell what surprised you the most, his question or the fact that he asked this in a perfect Arabic.

I “لا.” I (no.) You didn't know how many seconds, minutes, centuries had passed between his question and your answer but you were sure of one thing: his eyes never left yours during that span of time.

“Good.” And at that word he pressed his lips against yours…

You and Josh used to be very good friends.

Your friendship often earning you some dumb jokes from the band about when the two of you would take it to the next step.

You don't really know when that friendship (not to say little infatuation) turned into the taste of ashes you had in mouth every time Chris would mention Josh's name.

You had been one of the few persons he had accepted to see after his sisters’ disappearance.

The only person, in fact… and that for a while…

You used to pick him up after his sessions with Dr.Hill, and despite circumstances that tradition was your favorite moment of the week.

And something was telling you that he looked forward to this Wednesday tradition as much as you did.

He would always find an excuse not to go home right after his appointment. Excuses that went from a new horror movie you desperately needed to see, to a new pizzeria in town which pizzas were “better than almost any trip to the bone zone.”

You often caught yourself smiling at the thought of the note he had once left you on a napkin willingly forgotten in your car.

You can't tell when or why he decided to put an end to those traditional Wednesday afternoon trips but one thing was sure, you hadn't seen it coming.

“Hum… Sam offered to take me home after my session tomorrow… I’m hope you don’t mind…”

Not that you were against the idea of Josh making up with Sam, Chris and the others. You had been encouraging him to do so for months.

But he had done it so quickly almost precipitously…

And the closer he got to them, the farther you felt from his orbit…

Your exchanges soon only consisted of a nod in the morning when the two of you would join the band.

You weren’t even friends anymore, just two persons having friends in common.

Soon enough, the indifference turned to hatred.

You often thought about tearing that freaking napkin apart.

Still, you've never been able to... Because that stupid piece of paper was the only thing proving that you had been friends, if not more. The only thing proving that you hadn’t made it all up…

To your surprise, he invited you to the lodge with the band.

But you knew Josh, probably better than he knew himself, and you had noticed that the closer you got to his sisters’ disappearance anniversary the harsher and more acrimonious were the few remarks he granted you of.

You soon concluded that he didn’t want you to come, that he just didn’t want to be the kind of asshole that invites everyone besides one particular person.

So you came up with some lame excuses about not being available because of a family dinner.

And for the first time in months, you caught the glimpse of a smile on his face at your words. It was official, he hated you...

You're the first person he asked for after waking up in the hospital, the day following his prank.

At first, every cell of your body told you not to go, that he wanted you only because everyone had turned their back to him after his demonstration of humor.

Unfortunately for you and your will not to care, while you were on the phone with Josh’s mother explaining you how important you were to him and how he didn’t want to see anyone besides you, your eyes lingered on the piece of paper pinned on the wall.

“I’ll go.” You said out of the blue, interrupting whatever she was saying while your fingers brushed the words on the napkin, as if to feel the hand that had left them there.

“Y/N? You came?”

“I did it for your mother… and because that’s what…” You stopped at the thought of Beth and Hannah. “… they would have wanted me to do.”

You hated that man with every fiber of your being, still your heart bled at the sight of the scratches, bruises and stitches on his face.

You can’t tell how much time you stayed there on that chair next to his bed, your mind emanating and analyzing a thousand thoughts per second.

“What are you thinking about?” Josh asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I just don’t understand you, Washington. So what, you hate me enough to destroy every shred of affection I used to have for you but not enough to pull that sick prank on me?”

He remained silent.

“You know what? That was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have come.” You declared before standing up to leave.

He grabbed your wrist before you could do so.

You looked at him, searching in his eyes to know what was happening in the battlefield that he called his mind.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” And before the sound of his voice even stopped resonating within you, his lips captured yours.

Tobey hired you after you beat him in a car race.

The guys were so excited at your arrival, their team despite being the best of the country desperately needed to be spruced up.

Finn quickly shook your hand before going back to the mustang he was working on.

You decided not to care, your attention being fully caught by Joe and Benny's questions about your favorite brand of hubcap or your opinion on this or that car model.

The first car you worked on with the team was a Swedish Koenigsegg Agera R.

After 1 month spent pampering that car, you could count on one hand the number of times you and Finn had talked to each other.

“Guys… hum and Y/N, the work you did on that beauty is breathtaking. I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I’m sure everyone here will agree with me… Y/N I would like you to drive her at the next De Leon.” Tobey solemnly declared handing you the keys of the car. Benny and Joe opened a beer and drank to you.

“To Y/N and her new steed. I hope that it won’t be the last thing you will be riding.” Benny declared raising his beer.

You hadn't been able to appreciate every sexual nuances of his joke, the latter reminding you that the De Leon, despite being the most prestigious race was also the most dangerous.

“That’s out of question.” Finn retorted suddenly, reminding you by doing so that he was there.

Joe, Benny and Tobey defended you, reminding him that you were the best and that he knew it.

“You heard me, that’s out of the question. I’ve put so much effort in that car that there’s no way I’m gonna entrust it…” He stopped as if to gather the courage to speak. “… to a girl.”

The garage remained silent for a few minutes.

“Go fuck yourself, Finn.” Tobey finally said, putting his jacket on and inviting Joe and Benny to do so.

The minute you heard their cars driving away, it took you all your will not to kill Finn right there and then.

Wrenches were thrown.

You had never noticed his skill at avoiding objects thrown in the air by a woman’s bruised ego.

“You know that I’m gonna drive it whether you like or not.”

“Nope.”

“You know I am.”

“That’s what we’ll see.” Finn taunted you before trying to break the window of the car with a wrench you had “placed” there sooner.

You stood in front of the car window before he could do so.

You were not even sure, given your relationship with him, that it would keep him from ruining 4 weeks of hard work (or incidentally from putting an end to your life).

It worked.

He dropped the wrench, the impact sound of which on the floor made you flinch.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” He ordered you, while staring at your face to be sure he hadn’t hurt you.

He had a smile drawn on his face. Finn was a handsome man; a thousand thrown wrenches wouldn't change anything to that.

“What makes you smile?”

“You’ve got a bit of…” He said low while wiping away a small stain at the corner of your mouth. “… motor oil.

You couldn't tell if it was true or not but the kiss he placed on your lips right after felt better than winning any race.

✉️ @dearmrmalek @ramimalekrp-roleplayerpage

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and i never want to let you go (out of my arms) - Larry

By: wittlesmilez

Summery: Louis is a clever little bugger, Harry knows this. Somehow Louis manages to get Harry to carry him to bed anyway.

Notes: this fic is based off of this tumblr post because it was adorable and i had to write it.

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Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

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and i never want to let you go (out of my arms)

wittlesmilez

Summary:

Louis is a clever little bugger, Harry knows this. Somehow Louis manages to get Harry to carry him to bed anyway.

Notes:

this fic is based off of this tumblr post because it was adorable and i had to write it.

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Harry has always been one to admire someones beauty. Right now, this someone being Louis. It wasn't hard to get lost in the beautiful person that is Louis, and Harry is not daft, he knows this. It's always been extra hard to look away from Louis, his Louis, the Louis that's eyelashes sweep across his perfect cheekbones, the Louis that's lips are parted as his soft puffs of breath spill out, the Louis that's smiling crinkles are smoothed out, the Louis that is all Harry's, and only Harry's.

This Louis is Harry's favorite Louis because no one else gets to see him like this, cuddled in on himself and snuggled against Harry's chest as Harry pulls him closer. Louis is undeniably warm, radiating heat that sets Harry's skin on fire, and makes his heart give a pathetic little flutter. This Louis is the Louis that is vulnerable, actually admitting that he loves when Harry can wrap him up and carry him tucked into his body before his quick brain can catch up with the words that spilled from his mouth.

This Louis is also very hard to say no to, his sleepy innocent blinks and declarations of, "Harry, I'm too tired to walk all the way upstairs!" don't ever give Harry a chance. The result is a sleepy Louis in a lovesick Harry's arms traveling up the steps and gently set into the bed.

Right now, they're cuddled on the couch with steaming mugs of tea in their cupped hands, and Harry is just admiring, stopping Louis in the middle of sentences just so he can kiss him, rubbing his fingertips over Louis' cheekbones and scratching his scalp until he's pliant and falling alseep in Harry's lap. Harry shifts so Louis is curled in between his legs, Harry's hands wrapped around his back and clasped over his slowly rising chest. Harry can't help himself, can't ever help himself, so he leans down to place a gentle kiss on top of his feathery soft hair.

And because they mirror each other, barely containing their love that radiates throughout them, Louis sighs happily even in his sleep, squirming closer to burrow into Harry, and Harry wants to cry and write sonnets and bake heart shaped cookies all at once for Louis, but most of all he just wants to kiss him silly, which he can do.

Later, Harry drifts in and out of sleep, holding on to Louis like if he didn't, he would float away. He can practically hear Louis complaining about how bad his neck will hurt in the morning if they sleep like this. Harry blinks himself out of his Louis daze leans down to whisper in his favorite person's ear, "Lou, baby, wake up."

Louis shifts, puffing a sigh and refusing to open his eyes, even in his stubborness, Harry can't resist to smile at his Louis. This has happened countless times before, Louis acting all cute and irresistable and not waking up. Harry knows his motives, knows what he wants and Harry always complies to make his favorite boy happy. That's Harry's favorite thing to do, make Louis happy.

Harry shifts carefully, sliding out from under Louis and stretching, hooking his arms under Louis' body and tucking him into his chest like he weighs nothing. Harry holds him close and brushes his lips over Louis' cheek, muttering things along the lines of, "my favorite Lou, you're my favorite. Y'make me very happy, I love you," all the way up the steps.

When Harry goes to set Louis down, Louis doesn't let go, giggling when Harry's eyebrows crease in confusion. Louis doesn't budge, hooking himself around Harry like a koala. Harry stands there for a moment, caught in a daze like always, before reaching a hand between their bodies to tickle Louis' stomach. Louis shrieks, letting go and falling onto the bed with a soft thud, reaching up and tickling Harry. The two of them giggle and fight until Harry grabs both of Louis' hands and pins them above his head, pushing Louis into the matress as he kisses him, reaching his hands behind Louis' head to cradle him there, gently holding Louis and sighing happily when Louis kisses back, pouring as much love into it as Harry. Louis tastes like tea and sugar, and just louis.

Harry pulls back to rest his forhead against Louis', whispering a quiet, "you're a sneaky one," and Louis' eyes cross as he tries to meet Harry's, smiling a little as he pulls Harry down to hold in his small arms.

Harry strains his neck to lean down and kiss all around Louis' face, his lips just barely touching his chin, nose, eyelids. He hears a tiny giggle at that, feeling Louis' soft skin crinkle as he smiles. Harry finishes the job with a quick peck to Louis' lips as a tiny hand reaches up to poke at his dimple, a thumb traveling up his face to shut his eyelids and mumbling, "sleep my sleepy little Harry."

Harry grabs Louis' hand in his, whispering back a, "love you lots, Lou."

Louis pulls Harry's hand into his chest as he settles with his stomach to Harry's, shutting his eyes with a final, "love you and your warmth."

Louis is a clever little bugger, Harry knows this. Somehow Louis manages to get Harry to carry him to bed anyway, and somehow he manages to make Harry fall head over heels in love with him again and again, too.