#you want to pull your hair out your scalp

[zyafics]

Hi, zya! I love your writing and I love 'whatever she wants' the most! I was wondering if you could do a jealousy bitchy!kook!reader and rafe? if not, it's okay!!

i should be studying.

HER WAY | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Oneshot)

Pairing — Rafe x Bitchy!Kook!Female Reader

Content — 18+, smut, power/dominance play, jealousy, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, and Reader being a spoiled princess.

Word Count — 2.4K

lıllılı Her Way by PARTYNEXTDOOR

Rafe Cameron thinks he’s funny.

He thinks it’s a joke. Some sick foreplay where he can get you to submit.

Across the room, during a house party, Rafe allows another woman to touch him. She isn’t being discrete; her nails graze the length of his bicep, head tilts with a sultry smile, and she’s giggling at everything he says—when you know for a fact, he isn’t that fucking funny. While you’re sipping on a fruity drink with your girlfriends, your boyfriend entertains a random skank from who knows where.

Rafe leans against the wall, holding a beer bottle with his hand, and while his body language doesn’t exude invitation, Skank takes it as one. Stepping closer, chest nearly touching his, her hand travels to the open top button of his Ralph Lauren shirt, meeting skin.

Before you can stop yourself, you cross the room, grab a handful of her hair, and yank it back. She winces in pain, hands cradling her scalp, as you toss her to the side. She stumbles backward, hitting the couch's armrest, before meeting your vicious glare and scurrying away.

Rafe’s mouth curls with amusement.

You huff. “You think you’re cute?”

“I’ve been told to be pretty,”

Ever since that party, where Rafe claimed you as his, you’ve enjoyed the exclusiveness of being a pampered princess in his arms. But you forgot about the reputation he boasts. The roster he owns. Rafe thinks you’ll easily concede because he has a long list of women who’d flock to him?

Think again.

“Fuck you, Rafe,” you sneer, “We’re not fucking tonight.”

You don’t wait for a response before turning away, discovering Topper sitting on a nearby couch, witnessing the entire conversation.

“Top, take me home,” you command with a flick of your manicured finger, taking a step towards the door.

Following orders, Topper stands while Rafe glares at his best friend. “Top, don’t,” he commands lowly, causing you to halt your steps and glance over your shoulder at the stagnant dog. Topper sits back down.

“Top, let’s go.” You order, a sharpness coating your tongue that scares the young blond. Once again, he rises to his feet.

“Topper, sit,” Rafe snaps, the roughness of his tone edges with darkness. Topper, unsure of what to do, settles midair, not completely reclaiming his seat.

You let out a frustrated groan. Rafe pushes himself off the wall and steps closer. “I’ll take you home.”

“Go entertain your skank,” you snap, glancing back to Topper. “Are you coming or not?”

He doesn’t move. From the look on his face, he’s more afraid of Rafe, and that agitates you further. A man who’s pathetically bounded to the whims of his best friend’s calling. This is why you could never be with someone like Topper.

You aren’t sure you want to be with someone like Rafe either.

“Fine,” you toss your hands in the air, “I’ll order an Uber.”

With quick strides to an exit and a half-hearted farewell to your girlfriends, you leave the party. Nighttime during the summer contrasts with the day's humid heat, and meets your skin with a shivering cold. You wrap your jacket closer around your arms, pulling out your phone and swiping through the screen.

Music fades in the background with each furthering step, and an accompanying noise of rapid footsteps follows after you.

“Come on, doll,” Rafe coaxes, his voice inching closer. He’s taller, his stride faster, so that it easily matches yours in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t start with me,” you say, still loading up the app, the blinking circle loads as your patience wears thin.

“I’ll take you home.”

“You’ve lost that privilege.”

“Top can’t take you home,” Rafe declares with a bite of annoyance, trailing you as you make your way down the driveway, meeting the asphalt road.

You toss a look over your shoulder, “Why not? You’re flirting with him, too?”

Rafe huffs. “Because it’ll be a fucking riot if my friend takes my girlfriend home.”

“Ex-girlfriend,”

“Don’t say that.” Rafe captures your wrist, stalling your pursuit. He steps in front of you, chin tipped downwards, his cerulean eyes meet yours, and a sincere look passes through his expression. “You’re my girl.”

You snatch back your arm as if his touch burns.

“You want to know something, Rafe?” You demand, clicking your phone off, “You think I’m like your past girlfriends. That I’m willing to tolerate things like this because,” your voice twists into mockery, “Rafe Cameron’s giving me attention,” you scoff. “You would be so lucky to have me.”

Resuming your walk, you finally catch a signal and order an Uber. But it blinks again, waiting, filtering, passing through another stream of misconnection that leaves you steaming at the side of your road because you refuse to walk home in your expensive Louis Vuitton heels.

A familiar car slides into your view a few moments later and rolls down the passenger window.

“Get in,” Rafe commands.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

“So fucking stubborn,” he mutters under his breath as he exits the car and rounds the bonnet. Eyes widening, you twist to run, but Rafe snatches your waist, tosses you over his shoulders, and shoves you inside the car.

He clicks the safety belt and returns to his side. With a flick of his wrist, he shifts into drive and heads down the road.

You begrudgingly accept your fate in the passenger seat. Awful rap music plays from his stereo, contrasting the agitated mood you’re in, to the point you turn off the radio and throw the disk into the backseat.

Rafe chuckles.

The drive to your house is silent, forcing you to mellow in your anger. Rafe tried to talk, but you refuse to look at him, refuse to give him a spec of validation. When he parks, it isn’t a full stop before you rip off the seatbelt, head to the door, key already in hand.

You slam the door on his face, and it works—for three seconds—before he produces his own copy and enters. Another wild chase ensues where you quickly ascend up the spiral staircase, slide into your bedroom, and lock your door behind with a loud bang.

Good luck getting in now, asshole.

After you remove your jewelry, strip down, and replace your clothes with a silk pajama set, Rafe knocks on your door.

“Baby,” he says softly on the other side of the hardwood, “Let me in.”

“Go home,” you shout, but you don’t want him to. You want him to fight, to beg for your forgiveness, to hang around like a lost puppy. If he does leave, you’re sure it’ll leave you more infuriated. “I don’t want to see your face.”

Rafe doesn’t answer, and your heart twists. Until he knocks again, knuckles rapping against the hardwood in soft, dejected clicks. “I was wrong.”

Exhaling sharply, you walk across the floor and unlock the door, but stand in the entryway, not yet granting him access.

It shouldn’t be possible, but Rafe looks deviously handsome, even after the whole cat-and-mouse game, and it makes you furious that he can never seem to be disheveled by your acts. Quite possibly, Rafe Cameron is the only man on earth who can handle your attitude.

You cross your arms. “I’m listening,”

“For what?”

You huff, “Are you not going to apologize?”

“For your jealousy?”

You shove the door closed, but Rafe plants a firm palm out.

“Let me make up to you.”

“Why? We’re not together.”

He groans, “Stop saying that.”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” You snap, “A good boyfriend doesn’t entertain shanks while their girlfriend is across the room. A good boyfriend apologizes when they’re wrong.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“A good girlfriend doesn’t sit around with her girlfriends while her boyfriend wants her around. A good girlfriend doesn’t act like a brat in front of his friends.”

You scoff, “Then it’s settle, then.”

“Sure is.”

“Get out.”

“No,”

You attempt to close the door again, but he shoves inside, shouldering the door until he passes the threshold. Your eyes widen as you step backward, but Rafe grabs your face in his large hands, the callouses of his palms contrast with the softness of your skin, and you sigh fondly.

Your gaze connects with his, and while his breath reeks with peppermint and cheap beer, his eyes are sincere. “Let me make it up to you,” he whispers.

Heart thumping in your chest, “You want to make it up to me?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for forgiveness.”

He reels back, releasing your face, causing you to desperately miss his touch. “Fuck, no.”

“Fine,” you say, stepping back, unblocking your top button-by-button, each revealing another silver of skin. Soft silk slips from your shoulders, and you reveal the lacy red bralette that’s his favorite. “You see this?”

Rafe nods, his eyes following your hands as you trace the hems of your shorts, pushing them down enough to show him the matching red panties. “Yes.”

You snap the band back in place, “You’ll never touch me again.”

You don’t know how it happens. One second, you’re turning away from him, and in the next, Rafe tosses you onto the mattress, laying you flat against the sheets.

His large, warm palms planted on either side of your thighs, Rafe settles on his knees at the edge of the bed—the position you wanted him in—with his hands sliding up the bands of your shorts, tugging them down slowly, needfully.

“Let me eat you out.”

“Only good boys get to do that.”

"Let me be a good boy,” he all but begs. Your lips curl into a satisfied smirk. You hide your expression as you gently lift your hips, allowing Rafe to pull down your shorts and panties in one quick swoop. A shiver passes down your spine at the way his eyes stares at your exposed pussy, the whip of the low-blowing AC fanning against your heating skin.

His thumb travels between your legs, rubbing broad circles for the inside of your thighs, and your pussy flutters with need. Rafe lowers himself, spreading you further apart, as his hot breath fans against your cunt, and his thumb finally grazes your wet folds.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, more to himself than you.

Breathlessly, you ask, “Are you going to do something about it?”

His gaze lifts, pupils dilated to pitch-black, before he lowers his head and covers his mouth on your clit.

He sucks, tastes, and plays—but the thing about Rafe Cameron eating pussy is he’s nasty; his tongue strokes your swollen nub, his fingers teasing your holes, and he sucks so sloppily, your slick forms a pool on your sheets.

He slurps up your arousal like a thirsty man returning from the desert, squelching noises echoing from your walls, while your legs clenched around his head. He does it so well, it seems like it’s purely for his own enjoyment.

Writhing and grabbing the sheets, our head tips into the silk pillow, as Rafe tightens his arms around your hips, keeping you in place. Moans and whimpers slipping out your mouth in pure desperation, you can feel the faint smile of Rafe’s grin against your cunt as you chase your high.

At the peak of your carnal desire, Rafe pulls away.

“Say you forgive me,” he declares, his tongue kissing your slick slit with kitten licks. Breathless, you’re unable to comprehend his words.

“What?”

‘Say you forgive me, doll,” he declares, his thick digits teasing your entrance in a way that has you lifting your hips, begging for more friction. But he carefully anchors you with his arms, biceps wrapped around your thighs. “And you can come.”

“No,”

“No?” He asks mockingly, his mouth meeting your swollen clit again, sucking for a faint second before withdrawing his hot mouth. You squirm under his touch. “I can’t hear you.”

“N–no,” you stammer, but Rafe is rubbing tight circles against your clit again, knowing the right pressure to add that has you at the palm of his hand, but not inching closer to release. “Rafe.”

“Maybe you don’t want to come that badly,” Rafe taunts, pulling again. Your body clenches at the denied orgasm. “Maybe you need another lesson.”

“No,” you wrap your legs around Rafe’s shoulders, trapping him, and your fingers thread through his tousled hair, pushing him back against your needy cunt. Resolve cracks. “I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you.”

You don’t see it, but you feel him grinning, and his mouth latches back on your clit, fastening to towards a much-needed orgasm in lightning speed. Your high reached, you never came so hard before, so quickly, and you’re messy, dirty, and heaving as Rafe withdraws from between your legs.

Rafe meets your gaze as you pant, “Want to return the favor?”

Chest rising and falling, you nod and pull your weak legs to stand. You force him to stand too, and your fingers trace the bands of his jeans as you step forward. He steps back. It’s a dance, like you’re about to screw him against the wall, until he crosses the threshold of your room and you slam the door on his face, locking it.

The doorknob rattles.

He calls your name, but you lean back against the doorframe, needing it to steady you upright with heaving breaths. “What the fuck?” Rafe demands.

“Sleep on the couch tonight,” you say with a hint of a smile.

“You said you forgive me,”

“It’s dirty talk,”

He shouts your name again, but you don’t concede. Rafe has two options: listen to your orders, or leave.

By next morning, you had the best sleep. Unlocking your door, Rafe is nowhere to be seen. Disappointment clouds your chest at the thought that he left after all, but when you descend the staircase, you find your favorite flowers covering every inch of your foyer to your living room, with your favorite breakfast plate made on the marble island, and a jewelry box sitting beside it.

Smiling, you settle on the bar stool, as Rafe exits from the guest bathroom, approaches you, and kisses your cheek.

“What’s this?” You ask, tilting your head.

“An apology,” he declares.

“Know what you did wrong?”

He nods.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he murmurs, “Won’t happen again.”

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[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

wc: 488. not proofread

soft!sukuna who loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. he instantly closes his eyes and nuzzles closer. the feeling of your nails grazing his scalp os sensational. he lets out breathes of contentment, resting his cheek on your chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. and don't you dare stop. he'll look at you like you just offended his bloodline. "who told you you can stop woman?", he places your hand back on the top of his head, while you just smile at him.

soft!sukuna who feels the most reassured when he has your hand in his in public. especially when there's a large crowd, or even if there isn't, he just likes having your hands in his warm, rough and larger hands. rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb and lightly squeezing it to let you know he's there.

soft!sukuna who jolts awake almost instantly when you move away from him in his sleep. before meeting you, he had a harder time falling asleep, but he can now, almost immediately with you in his arms. but if you move away from him, he gets up with a scowl on his face and pulls you closer. "try that again and see what happens", this time pulling you in closer and tighter.

soft!sukuna who absolutely adores your forehead kisses but will never admit it, not even to you, but you know. the way his cheeks and ears immediately flush and he avoids eye contact from you, trying to act like it doesn't faze him. and when you don't give him a kiss, he basically acts like a brat towards you, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. "don't act like you care", he says when you try to ask him, but one kiss and he'd back in your arms.

soft!sukuna who as big as he is, prefers to be the little spoon whenever you cuddle. especially on days when he's just moody and wants to enjoy the comfortable silence between you two. the feeling of his cheek pressed against your chest, and the soft beating of your heart easily calms him down during one of those days.

soft!sukuna who lets you have the first bite of his food whenever you go out to eat. "have some. need to make sure it's not poisoned before i eat it", he jokes but in reality, he just like feeding you. just the act of you taking the spoonful no questions asked and the face you make when is delicious or not, he lives for that. his heart and stomach doing weird things to him.

soft!sukuna who will never admit to anyone, not even you, that he has a soft spot for you, even though it's so obvious because of the way that he treats and regards you, as someone important in his life. someone he loves...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[xmensbaby]

Sergeant.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Bucky something he doesn’t expect.

Word Count: 815

Warnings: Smut, No plot, like literally not even a drop of plot, Hair pulling (blink and you’ll miss it), Bucky Barnes (because he is a warning), Improper use of the word “Sergeant”, No use of Y/N. i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: this is my first fic, so please be kind :) normally i don’t think i will write pure smut without any kind of plot at all, but this came to me in a dream so… yeah. hope you enjoy! <3

It happens three months into your relationship. You don’t know where it comes from, or maybe you do, but you are not sure if you’ll admit that to yourself just yet. It happens when you are just so overwhelmed, the drag of him in and out of you making your eyes roll, stretching you open in the most delicious way possible.

His eyes are on yours, both arms barricading you, flesh hand curled around to prevent you from hitting your head against the bed frame. He is on you, his body weight making you feel oh so safe and you feel like crying.

It’s all so much already.

So, when he gives a particularly hard thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs and says your name in a voice that makes you clench around him, you don’t know what comes over you.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, doll?” He says, his voice raspy, the hand holding your head caressing your hair.

You nod, not able to find your voice at first, but he doesn’t want that. He wants to hear you. Always does.

“Words, baby.”

You take a sharp breath, your brain all fuzzy, trying to hold his gaze when it just slips out, “Yes, Sergeant.”

Bucky freezes, and so do you.

For a moment, the only sound is the heavy breathing of both of you, filling your ringing ears. He is twitching inside you, but otherwise not moving, his piercing eyes on you without blinking.

“Bucky,” you start, panicking. “I-“

“What did you say?” he interrupts you, brows drawn together. And while you’ve gotten rather good at reading him for the years you’ve known him and the months you’ve been dating, you can’t tell what he is feeling.

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m so sorry. I’m s- Ah.” He interrupts your rambling with a slam of his hips to yours, his vibranium hand traveling to your waist to circle it so tightly for a second that you gasp before he very slightly eases his hold.

“Fuck, doll,” he breathes, and if he didn’t before, he sounds utterly wrecked now. “Don’t know why that-“ He shakes his head, a chuckle escapes his lips, cutting himself off.

You are stunned to silence, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to understand what he means, watching him lose himself in you with wide eyes.

He huffs. “Saying sorry as if I would- Fuck.” He is completely gone, his whole body shaking, his flesh hand caressing, holding and pulling your hair at the same time like he doesn’t know which one he wants to do more.

His head falls to your shoulder, his breathing frantic. Your hands move up from his back, burying your fingers in the now short hair to scratch his scalp just as he likes. He is still shaking, but his movements have slowed compared to a moment ago.

You find yourself at the edge of the cliff you began to know too well since being with him, taking in a shuddering breath and whispering in his ear, “Bucky, I’m so close.”

He nods. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, not changing his pace, but turning his head to bury his nose in your neck instead. Taking deep breaths, the arm circling your waist moving between your bodies to gently circle your clit with just the right amount of pressure that he knows you need to fall off of that edge.

You moan, and it makes him clench his teeth, his bicep twitching next to your head.

“Baby,” he breathes when he feels you clenching on him impossibly hard. His voice is shaking now too. “Say it again.”

You are not sure what he means at first, so lost in your own pleasure that the words don’t register until he says your name, raising from your neck to look into your eyes. “Say it again,” he repeats. “Fuck.”

You come with a silent cry before you can formulate your thoughts to do as he asked, and Bucky watches every second of it without blinking. He fucks you through it, lets you ride it out longer than you thought was possible.

When the shocks start to subdue and your vision returns, he is a mess. His eyes struggling to stay open, chest heaving, brows drawn together.

You take his face in your hands, make sure he is looking into your eyes for a second before whispering, “Come for me, Sergeant.”

That does it. He basically growls your name, accompanied by a dozen of curses, hugging you so tight before spilling inside you with a final thrust.

It’s completely silent other than both of your heavy breathing for a minute or two.

You are still slightly trembling when he lifts his head to look you in the eyes, an almost confused look in them.

It makes you giggle. “I am so calling you that from now on.”

i will be posting more stuff if you guys like it! :)

dividers are from @cafekitsune <3

[moonstruckme]

hi!! 🤍

was wondering if you’d do james x reader where they’re like showering together after a long day 😓 nothing like sexual, just fluff and all where theyre just existing with each other, you know?

i love your writing btw, thankyou!! 💗💗

Lovely, you have no idea how you sent this at just the right time for me. This is exactly the sort of thing I was in the mood to write just before it popped into my inbox, thank you <3

cw: nonsexual nudity

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 489 words

Your bathroom is heavy with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender. Steam curls up by the ceiling and drips as condensation down your mirror. In front of you, the gorgeous topography of James’ back muscles shifts as he scrubs his hands through his hair, head hung forward so the water falls down over his face.

“You’re hogging all the heat,” you say. 

He laughs through his nose, turning and flipping his hair over in the process. Droplets of warm water splatter on your chest. You let him grab your hands with playful roughness, hauling you up against his front. 

“Come here, then,” he says, as though he hasn’t just manhandled you where he wants you. The eucalyptus smell is even better up close. 

“You rinse your hair like an idiot.” 

“Do I really?” 

“Mhm. It’s like you’re waterboarding yourself.” 

“That’s on you, lovie.” James turns you both, putting your back to the stream. “You shouldn’t have fallen in love with an idiot. No getting out now.” 

You don’t deny it, taking your turn to wash the shampoo from your hair. You shut your eyes as you do it, but you sense, somehow, when James’ hands are about to join your own. They don’t surprise you. His fingers are thicker than yours, starting at the base of your skull with nice, broad circular motions. 

James takes his time. He works his way from the back of your scalp from the front, starting on the outsides and moving inwards, his fingertips pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. You let your head weigh heavy in his hands. Soon, you allow your own hands to fall, relinquishing yourself to James’ ministrations. The sound of water streaming from your hair to slap on the porcelain of the tub is a strangely soothing din. 

Eventually, his hands slip from your hairline, sudsy fingers splaying on either side of your face. You open your eyes. 

James smiles. Sweet brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hi,” he says. 

“Hi,” you say back, your mouth curving in kind. 

His thumbs push over your temples. He lays a lingering kiss on your lips, reverent. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” you murmur. “And also…” 

“Hm?” he asks, kissing you again. 

“Mm?” 

James’ smile worsens. You think that if you’re in love with an idiot, he’s something worse; he finds you funny when you’re not being anything at all. 

“And also…” he prompts. 

“And also,” you sigh, “I’m gonna fall asleep.” 

He chuckles (further evidence against him), pulling you out of the stream for a hug. You wrap your arms loosely around his waist and enjoy the slipperiness of his shoulder against your cheek. 

“That’s okay,” says James, palm drawing up your spine. “It’s been a long one, yeah? I think you’re due some rest.” 

“I’ve still got to condition your hair, though.” 

“Right, well.” He mushes his nose into your cheek. “After that, of course.” 

[ryesmind]

I feel this so hard BUT I think the best way to like combat the cons is to make showering more approachable and more enjoyable!

For me, that means splurging on getting an electronic body brush (big fucking game changer ngl) a scalp massager (manual for that one) and just HAVING these items makes me go from "Ugh I don't want to shower" to "Ooooooo but if I do I get to use my fancy things"

I have done the same thing with my dental care routine--I bought myself a water pick to replace flossing (because I'm so bad at manual flossing) and an electric tooth brush. The water pick is the main reason why I now go from "argh brushing my teeth noooo" to "BUT POWER WASH SIM IN MY MOUTH GO BRRR"

Now that doesn't solve every problem, but it does remove some dread over getting these things done and turns them into something nice actually!

I also think that there are methods of reducing the amount of steps for getting in the shower at the very least. Like how I hang up whole entire outfits for me to just grab and go rather than having to pull shirts and underwear and pants from a drawer. Keeping your towels on a shelf in the bathroom or on a towel rack next to the shower will also reduce the amount of things you Need to Remember To Bring With You into the Bathroom. I also recommend getting a shower basket for your shampoo, conditioner, and body soap (and other tools if you need it, like I comb out my hair in the shower so my comb goes in there) if you have more than one bathroom and need to grab your shit and go from one to another.

The idea is that you want to reduce the amount of "Steps" it takes for you to get into the shower in the first place to just "Grab a few things and go"

And bonus: if you have a hamper in the bathroom and make your outfits ahead of time (during laundry day), you'll have a minimum amount of steps coming out of the shower too--you just need to dry off, put your dirty clothes and towel into the hamper, and then put on your new clothes.

So yeah! TL;DR: use systems that work best for you to reduce the amount of effort it takes to get in the shower, to bathe, and to get out of the shower, because the more approachable you make body maintenance, the more likely you'll just want to do it.

showering:

pros: you get to feel clean. you get non greasy hair, non oily feeling skin, it just in general makes you feel better, more energised, refreshed.

cons: there are so many steps. oh my god are there so many steps. before getting into the shower there are steps. during the shower there are steps. and once youve gotten out of the shower? guess what!!! more fucking steps!!!!!!!! UGHHHH

[mattsweethrt]

pleaseeee do a fic with slow morning sex with chris

「 morning sex ᵎᵎ 」

smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, pet names

you softly stirred awake at the soft sounds of birds chirping outside, early morning sunshine dancing across you and your boyfriends shared bed. you glanced to your nightstand, your alarm clock reading a little after seven am. sighing heavily, you nuzzled into chris’ embrace, trying to let sleep overtake you once more.

at your movements, chris hummed softly, his arms wrapping around you while he buried his face into your hair. “morning sweetheart,” he whispered softly, planting kisses on your scalp, “you sleep okay?”

you nodded, your face in his chest as you inhaled his scent. “i missed you,” you mumbled quietly.

he laughed, his voice still laced with sleep. he continued to press feather light kisses to your head, trailing down across your forehead and to your cheek. “y’missed me? i was with you all night.”

you giggled as his lips and messy hair tickled your skin. “doesn’t matter, still missed you.”

he pulled away for a moment, admiring your sleepy state. he leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your mouth, his lips slotting between yours. he hummed lowly before pulling back. “i missed you too.”

a grin spread across your lips, leaning back in to press your lips to his again. chris let out a low groan, arms snaking down around your waist as he pulled you closer, repositioning himself to be on top of you.

the kisses began to grow more heated and sloppy, chris’ tongue slipping into your mouth as you let out a sigh.

“i know, baby, i know,” chris murmured, his lips puffy and red. his hands slipped down between your bodies, pulling your panties down, his fingers dipping into your wetness. “i got you, just relax, okay?”

you nodded, chris freeing himself from his plaid pj pants. his cock sprung up, already oozing with precum.

“someone’s excited,” you joked quietly as chris began to stroke himself, lining up with your entrance.

“jus’ missed my girl is all,” he replied with a lopsided grin as he slowly pushed himself in. your walls squeezed around his length, the both of you moaning lowly at the feeling.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses to your exposed collarbone while he bottomed out. “fuckk baby, you’re so tight f’me.”

your arms were around his neck in an instant, holding him close to you as your fingers threaded through his brown curls.

chris slowly began to move in and out, his hips moving against yours in a rhythmic pattern. with every thrust, your pussy clenched around him as it dripped with your arousal. the feeling was euphoric, chris’ dick deep inside you as his mouth moved against your skin, whispering soft praises into it.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as his lips found yours, “could spend all day in bed with you.”

he continued his motions and praises, talking you through your orgasm at it crashed down over you. he wasn’t too far behind, giving a few more thrusts before coming deep inside of you, collapsing onto your chest.

he whined softly as he pulled out, a mix of both of your cum dripping out onto the sheets beneath you.

“i’ll make you a deal,” he said softly, “you clean the sheets and i’ll cook breakfast?”

“you’re gonna burn whatever you make,” you giggled, playfully pushing his arm as he hovered above you.

he leaned down, grinning while pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “that’s a yes then?”

bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ sorry if the ending was rushed i forgot to finish this when i started it yesterday and wanted to post tonight ! i need lazy sex with him so bad it’s not even funny

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

May prompt: delay

408 words

Rating: G

No warnings apply

@steddiemicrofic

“Harrington’s got her, don’t’cha, big boy?” Eddie asks, grinning wide like he’s talking about something lower-stakes than this, like stealing a Winnebago is a game.

Steve doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t know what he can say.

Later, Robin certainly knows what to say. “Steve.”

“I know.”

“Steven.”

“I know, Robs.”

“Steven Annette-”

“That’s your middle name, Robin, and I know! Okay? I know! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?” He runs a hand through his hair, clamps his fingers shut. Pulls a little, relishes in the slight sting tickling along his scalp. “I froze up, and I’m just gonna freeze up again, because it’s the end of the fucking world and what am I supposed to do? Tell the dude?”

“Would it really be so bad?”

Steve levels her with a look. “Oh, I dunno. How would you take it if the person whose friends in high school bullied you came up to you and was talking about how they like you?” He sets judgmental hands on his hips.

“Yeah, but Dingus,” she says softly, “big boy? Even I couldn’t make that sound like anything other than what it is. He’s flirting with you. And what’s wrong with a little end-of-the-world flirting?”

“Nothing,” Steve mutters, scuffing his shoe and sighing. “Everything. I want it to mean something, Robbie.”

“And it won’t with him? Or it will with him? And which is the bigger problem?”

“Either. Both.” He sighs. “I dunno.”

“Well,” she tells him, “way I see it, you got two options. Either you tell him how you feel, or you don’t. You talk it out, or you keep it locked up forever.” She leans against him, taking a break from making Molotovs. “And I know which sounds worse.”

He sighs, watches Eddie tackle Dustin, their laughs ringing out over the field. “Yeah. Me too.”

It’s later, after the War Zone and planning and more preparation, when they’re in the Upside Down and Eddie tells him, “Make him pay.”

There’s no hesitation. No delay from Steve’s brain to his body, to his mouth to form the words. He steps forward and kisses Eddie, hard and needing. “Make it out alive,” he demands. Begs. His hands, around Eddie’s neck, tremble.

Eddie brings a hand up, clasps Steve’s forearm. “I’m no hero,” he murmurs. “I told you that. And you just gave me the best kind of incentive.”

“Good,” Steve breathes, off-kilter.

“Good,” Eddie agrees, grinning.

[cathnospam]

Your best friend Bakugo has a very interesting habit of laying FACE DOWN between your thighs when he comes over.

It’s not often he comes to your dorm since he’s been so busy lately, but when he can, he either takes you away from UA or lock your door and spend the evening there with you if he’s not in the mood with anybody else. Which you don’t mind, next to Kiri and Deku you’re his closest friend. #1 closest female friend he ever had . Probably for as long as you both became self aware.

And when you both do the second option to stay in your room he goes to use your shower, comes out with nothing but his dog tag you got him and black sweats. You’re usually laying on your back reading something on tumblr or playing on your switch when you feel the weight of your best friend spread your legs and comfortably lay between your thighs.

The only slight problem is that once he is completely out of it he shift his head a lot and he lands face first in your crotch.

It’s not THAT BAD, you’re not technically feeling anything seeing as your body is extremely sensitive to touch, but his forehead on your pelvis, but you’ve looked up at your full length mirror to see how he sleeps on you and if anybody walked in…

well…

it would look like he’s eating rather than sleeping.

You clearly don’t hate it nor complain, you just don’t remember when he ever became this touchy.

Once you started to fall asleep your hands landed in his hair, fingers twitching causing a small scratch to his scalp. He’d wake up before you, a small string of spit on your inner thigh he wipes off and that’s what stirs you awake.

“My bad.” The rasp in his voice makes you blink yourself awake, holding your upper half on your elbows, “We been sleep for 5 hours? the hell.” He got up from his position to stretch and grabbed a water from your fridge.

“Well you seemed exhausted…and comfortable. Didn’t wanna wake ya.”

Your tone made him turn his head at you and glare, “The hell that’s supposed to mean.”

“Nothing,” You already knew this was going to turn into a bickering fiasco, so you debated for a moment if you should indulge him or not,

and you did.

“You just needa start sleeping on your back and not your stomach.”

“Don’t tell me how to sleep.”

“Well if i’m going to be your personal pillow I just want you to know about how badly you sleep on me if someone were to walk in on us.”

“What?!”

You reach out and take his hand, he stares at it before your grab it to pull him down and readjust him to the same position he was when sleeping, but turned his head to face the mirror, “Ya see.”

“I—“

It’s like you could feel his cheek warm up, his hands definitely started to sweat as they gripped your leg, his face was a mix of anger and embarrassment, you wasn���t sure if this was something he may unfriend you for actually.

“Well why didn’t you say anything!?…Pervert.”

“PER-PER-PERVERT?!”

“YES PERVERT?”

“I didn’t wanna annoy you while you slept last time i did you fucking popped me with an explosion! ….And my thighs are soft and smooth I don’t need no bruisers and scars on ‘em!”

“Oh for fucks sake.” Bakugo groans in annoyance to get up and grabs his bag, but he honestly didn’t want to leave, but he’s bakugo of course he’s going to be dramatic, “Just say you liked it and get over it.”

“You liked it too?! I’m not mad or anything you can use me all you want, ‘Suki.”

“Oh don’t make it fucking weird, y/n.”

He did though. He kept sleeping between your thighs because whether he admits it or not you’re the best sleep he’s ever had.

Just this time he sleeps on his back.

[captain-hawks]

dee… please elaborate on spitting in rin’s mouth while he’s jerking off 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

18+

>>: If you’re going to jerk off to porn in the middle of the night could you at least wear headphones Suna: sry Suna: ill cum faster if u wanna just come spit in my mouth Suna: lol jk

—

it’s been three days since rintarou sent you those texts, too high and tired and horny to temper a filter between his brain and his fingertips as they skirted across his phone screen.

you’d ignored him, naturally, and he’d come hard to the thought of you listening to him jerking off through the thin wall between your room and his.

(he’d woken up later to the sound of you making far more noise than was necessary out in the kitchen at some ungodly early hour, cum dried across his fist.)

nobody ever said suna rintarou was a good roommate.

it’s been three days, and rin feels just as dazed now as he did that night, but it’s for a wholly different reason.

“you know you’re kind of pathetic, right?”

whatever porn rin had been watching at full volume (no headphones, of course) sits forgotten on the dimmed screen of his laptop, the device pushed aside to make room for your thighs to straddle his lap.

rin blinks up at you, at the way you’re staring down at him expectantly, fingers buried in his dark hair, pulling just hard enough to keep his eyes on yours. (as if he could look anywhere else after experiencing the sight of you storming into his room wearing nothing but a tiny pair of sleep shorts and one of his goddamn shirts—)

“yeah,” he gives you a crooked smile, a lick of arousal flaring hot in his gut when you give his hair a rough tug in turn.

you roll your eyes, and he fights the urge to rock his hips upward. you’re sitting up on your knees, hovering over the erection that he’s been lazily palming through his boxers for the past half hour as you cage him in against the headboard.

“i have to be up at six for work,” you tell him, voice tinged with annoyance.

rin slowly pushes the heel of his palm into his shaft, shivering at the sensation.

“i can’t control when i get horny,” he shrugs, teeth dragging against his bottom lip as he feels more precum begin to soak into the growing wet spot on his boxers.

“i feel bad for whoever you’re sleeping with if you always take this long to come.”

rin tilts his chin even further, relishing in the way it tightens your grip on him, pain blooming on his scalp.

“it’s called edging,” he breathes out.

you level him with an unimpressed look. “well i want to go to sleep, so open your mouth.”

his cock twitches at the implication, and lips obediently fall open for you. and he swears he hears the word pathetic muttered under your breath again, but it’s all noise as blood rushes in his ears when you lean in, lips ghosting over his own.

rin’s not sure when he shoved his boxers down to let his flushed, leaking cock spring free, not sure when he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft.

but he’s already groaning, hips thrusting as he fucks into his fist when your spit lands on his tongue.

“fuck,” he moans, mouth pressing into yours in a not-quite kiss as you card your fingers through his hair.

his dick feels like it’s on a hair trigger when he eagerly swallows your saliva, a desperate sound tumbling up his throat, hot pleasure flooding his veins. his balls ache. rin thinks he might die here, maybe.

that’d be okay.

and because you know he’s pathetic, you do it one more time, tilting his jaw as he feverishly strokes his dick.

when you spit in his mouth this time, rin comes with a shout, hips stuttering hard as he pumps rope after rope of hot, sticky cum from his cock, not at all sorry for the way half of it ends up splattered across your thighs.

(you leave him panting atop his sheets before he can get a word in. and he doesn’t bother trying to clean you up, not when he can imagine you splayed out in your own bed, touching yourself with slick, wet fingers coated in his cum.)

[makeitworse]

BABY IT AIN’T FAIR

mtl submissive w fem reader. 18+ ft. GD ‧ TOP ‧ DAE ‧ YB ⟢

𝐉𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 (MOST LIKELY)

jiyong is a power sub, loud n’ proud. you’re the only one the king bows to, and thinking about it gets him all hot. fame’s nothing compared to the way you look down at him when you’re rutting your hips against his, drawing out shameless moans from his throat. he’s a shy and needy lover. jiyong’s easily excitable; you’ll often catch him checking you out, getting flustered when you tease him over it. he can’t help how often he wants you. even just ghosting your lips over his neck can have him whining your name. at times he needs to be put back in his place. while you’re bobbing your head on his cock, a buck of his hips to hit the back of your throat has you pulling away. jiyong reaches for you with a whine, when you press your thumb into his frenulum, watching him writhe. though, he can get impatient. when he remembers he’s gdragon, he’ll act like a brat: kissing you with a force that cranes your neck back, carelessly tugging your clothes to the side with rough hands— trying to take whatever he wants. but, once you shove him under you again, you remind him why that’s how he likes it best.

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

daesung is a switch. he’ll go along with whatever you want. if you just want to lay back, then he’ll gladly put the work in. but when you’re in the mood to wrap your fingers ‘round his neck and push him down against the sheets, daesung couldn’t be more willing. he’s very into his hair being pulled. even when you’re just laying together, mindlessly playing with his hair— a light tug on his scalp is enough to have him sighing, kissing your jaw like he’s asking for permission. he’s a thoughtful partner. it’s sweet, he gets off to your pretty smile when he’s submitting to you. he could so easily take back control— but daesung wants to do what pleases you the most, though not without a little fun of his own. when you’re on bouncing on top of him, he’ll keep steady hands on your hips, looking up at you like you’re the air he breathes. he’s noisey on purpose; he loves seeing your reaction to his moans, how you speed up the rocks of your hips. and, when he feels your thighs go slack, that’s when he’ll rock his hips to meet your thrusts, revelling in the way you gasp at him.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐄

youngbae is a soft dom. he wouldn’t exactly deny letting you take control— rather, you know he performs his best when you let him take care of you. he’s a very doting lover. if you wrapped your wrist around him, he’d thrust his hips to match the speed of your hand. if you took his dick into your mouth, he’d tell you how beautiful you looked while you’re down. while you’re not exactly “in charge”, he’d still follow your every word. anything his girl wants, he’ll give. if you feel like being a little bossy during sex, he’ll play into it. he’ll even smirk when you roughhouse with him. it always ends with him mounting you, asking if you’re done playing around with a cocky smile— leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. actual power dynamics are a no-go for him. he wouldn’t ask you to submit yourself, either. it’s pretty much always love-making with youngbae.

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 (LEAST LIKELY)

seunghyun is a service dom. it’s a known fact that he has a strict boundary on letting people see or touch his body. of course, you’re one of the very few exceptions— but he shines during intimacy when the focus is you. he’ll keep his head buried between your thighs till you’re practically prying his mouth off of you. and even if you reach for him, try to return the favour— he’ll just hush you with a kiss to the lips, before he’s sliding his hand down to rub little circles on your clit, still tender from when he ate you out. he’s got a lanky build, which he absolutely uses to his advantage: he’ll keep you pinned down with firm hands around your wrists or gently wrapped around your neck. he loves when you’re helpless to just taking what he gives you. it’s difficult to thwart the control he has during sex. it’s one of the few things he strictly takes seriously. while he’s up to experimenting in the bedroom— the act itself is vulnerable enough for him, so being in charge is where seunghyun’s comfortable. don’t waste your time trying to take control— just lay back and let him do what he does best, yeah?

notes: spreading my sub!gd agenda. i wrote this while very sleepy so apologies that it’s not polished

tags: @lightinbug @sherrayyyyy @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @loveesiren @ttturnitup @pinkpunkdynamite @heartubeatusalon @breakmeoff

d/t the huzz @burlesquerade @emmiesoverthemoon ✄✄

[dykeforhire]

non-sexual/casual intimacy headcanons

Pairing: emily prentiss x reader

Masterlist || ao3

A/n: this came to me in a dream…

…

- sharing showers with you, she absolutely adores when you bathe each other, taking the time to scrub her body down and washing her hair for her, before doing the same in return.

- another thing she loves about showering with you is lotioning each others skin afterwards.

- wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, whether it’s whilst you’re cooking, cleaning, making a phone call… you got a waist? She has arms? It’s meant to be.

- crawling into bed with you in a cooler night, she always tends to run a little cold so when she finally gets under those covers, she’s pulling herself flush against your body. She loves to try and crawl under your skin, sticking her arms up your shirt… her face beneath your chin… her teeth chattering as she tries to warm herself up with your body heat.

- she always has to be touching you in some way… when your at the office she’s a pretty subtle about it, brushing her hand over your back in passing, her foot bumping against yours under the round table. But when you’re at home? She’s all over you. Sitting at the dinner table? Her feet are wrapped around your ankles. On the couch? She either laying her head in your lap, or laying on top of you. She is quite the clingy lover.

- she loves playing with your hair. It’s somewhat of a stim for her at this point, she does it absentmindedly. Twirling a strand when you’re driving and her hands in the back of your next… massaging your scalp and running her fingers through it as you sit between her legs on the couch.

- she’s very big on kisses… it’s the first thing she does when she wakes up in the morning and the last thing she does before she sleeps at night. Whether that be a chaste peck to the cheekbone or a full on, slobbery almost make-out session. She also loves just pulling you aside at work when she misses you, cradling your face in her hands and kissing all over it.

- she enjoys evening walks with you (when your schedules allow it, of course). Strolling down the sidewalk outside your apartment, or along the Potomac as the sun sets. One time she even tried to bring Sergio along on a leash… that did not end well.

- she loves the summertime… or more so, she loves being with you in the summertime. She loves it when there’s finally a weekend off where the pair of you can take a short trip, spend the day at the beach cuddled together on a big blanket under an umbrella, sharing snacks and reading. She always asks you to apply sunscreen for her (she burns easily).

- Emily enjoys dressing and undressing you, in the most innocent way (non-innocently too but that’s for another list). She loves when you come home and just fall into her arms, letting her slip you out of your day clothes and slip one of her old shirts on in replacement.

- she tends to also use you as her own personal stress ball, or rather fidget toy. She likes twisting the rings in your fingers as she holds your hand, toying with the charms on your necklace, sliding the chain between her fingers.

- I think Emily would love to do your makeup or hair from time to time… just so she can sit atop your lap at the vanity, or stand a little too close in front of the bathroom sink.

- Emily is a total nerd, and when it comes to sharing her interests… the way she gets so excited and practically starts glowing is the most beautiful thing. She adores sharing her readings with you, telling you little fun-facts over breakfast, pointing out plants and constellations by name… I feel like she’d also know a lot of random pop culture facts.

…

A/n: I might add more to this if thoughts come to me lol… lmk what other headcanon lists you’d want to see !!

[dannyriccsystem]

3, 7, 18 for Carlos I'm gonna melt - also congrats!

AND I JUST CAN’T CONTAIN THIS FEELING THAT REMAINS!

1K SPECIAL - CS55

Soft make out session + dancing in the kitchen + comparing hand sizes

SUMMARY: Making pancakes with your boyfriend :)

WORD COUNT: 876

WARNINGS: FLUFF, Reader and Carlos are both parents, Carlos making pancakes deserves a warning

FEATURING: Carlos Sainz x Wife!Reader

NOTE: That picture, why does he look so pretty I love him so… sooo…. soo much

YOU AWOKE TO A KISS. The room had erupted into small giggles and a deep chuckle, no doubt sourced from both your husband and your daughter. You grinned in your sleepy state, eyes still shut as you rolled over onto your side, away from them. Carlos drawled out a quiet laugh, yanking the covers away from you.

You groaned, reaching out with grabby hands for your blanket. When it wasn’t handed to you instantly, you gave up and let your arm fall to your side again. With a deep breath, you sat up, earning a kiss atop your scalp. “Good morning,” He muttered into your hair.

“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” Your daughter cheered, tugging on your hand to drag the attention back to her. You laughed, ruffling her hair affectionately, thanking her softly. “I gotta go work on your gift mama, so papa is gonna take care of you.” She lightly pulled on his index finger.

“Oh thank you baby,” You spoke dramatically. “I’m definitely in good hands then.” Your daughter scampered off, presumably to finish up your gift, whatever that meant exactly. You turned your attention to your husband. “I hope you know I don’t expect you to take care of me,” You teased.

“Nonsense, amor.” He pulled on your hand, dragging you out of bed. “First we have pancakes, and then lunch, and then your mom is paying a visit— Don’t forget that I need to send my mamá a gift as well.” You slid on the slippers that sat by your bed as he pulled you along to the kitchen. He had all his ingredients out, but no product yet. “Just sit while I cook you breakfast.”

“Mmm, no, I want to help.” You insisted. It was a simple recipe, but cooking was always much more fun when two people were involved. He gave you a look that was nearly offended.

“On Mother’s Day?” He asked incredulously, like he couldn’t believe such a suggestion.

“Yes, Carlos.” You giggled, adjusting the robe he had thrown on you. It was fluffy and soft; something you usually only wore for special occasions. “On Mother’s Day. I like cooking with you.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes playfully, a strong hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the kitchen. “Pancakes. You know what to do.” You did indeed. It was his signature recipe, you were bound to know.

Soft music played in the background. The TV was set to the station that played music, most of it being slow songs. If you listened closely, you could hear your daughter humming and singing along from the living room, accompanied by the scribbling sounds of crayons on paper.

You both worked deftly in the kitchen, combining your skills to make the journey more efficient. When you had finished whipping the egg yolks, or ‘zzzz-ing’ them, as your husband liked to say, he had subconsciously scooped some up onto his finger and into his mouth. You blinked, staring at him with confusion.

He swallowed, and then you both erupted into a short fit of laughter. “Not sure why you did that,” You teased.

“Ay, mi amor. I have no clue myself.” He slyly placed one hand on your waist as the song transitioned, and you turned in his hold to face him. Your other hands joined in a closed dancing position, causing you to laugh.

“Sneakily dancing with your wife?” He shrugged suspiciously in response. You both swayed to the music, sharing a look of utter love. “Your hands are huge, Carlos.”

He laughed, shaking his head softly. “You had my child and you’re just now realizing that?” Your cheeks grew warm, and this time you were the one dramatically shaking your head. “Maybe your hands are just small.”

“No way. These things are monster-like.” You both shared laughter again, filling your kitchen with temporary mirth. He even twirled you, your slippers sliding against the hardwood flooring. When he tugged you back in, his grip firm, he pressed his lips to yours.

The kissing didn’t stop there, though. You both swayed along to the music still, but this time your lips seemed to join in the rhythm. In between each peck was a soft giggle from either side, or a witty little comment.

It wasn’t until your daughter marched into the kitchen, gasping at the sight of her parents sharing a sneaky kiss, that you broke apart and realized just how long it had been. The half-finished pancake mix was just sitting off to the side, waiting to be finished.

“Gross!” Your daughter squealed, laughing along. “Look mama!” She held up the drawing, which featured the two of you as stick figures, holding hands in a grassy field with a sun peeking out in the corner, adorned with a pair of sunglasses. She even wrote ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ at the top in her messy handwriting.

You broke away from his hold, leaving him to lean against the counter and watch the heart-melting moment from afar. You crouched before your daughter, accepting the gift and pulling her into a hug. “Thank you baby, it’s beautiful! Best gift I’ve ever received.”

“Even better than papa’s kisses?” She grimaced, like just thinking about it grossed her out.

“Way better.”

“Hey!”

[livingmybestfakelife]

Birds Of A Feather

Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Annie Moore, Elias “Stack” Moore x Annie Moore (Platonic)

The usual sounds of moaning, cussing, gambling and headboards banging up against the walls were currently being replaced with a Hoover vacuum picking up every crumb, dust and dirt on the Moroccan imported rugs that laid on the first floor of the mansion. A cleaning crew of six went to work as scheduled to freshen up the house. Every Sunday at 8 o’clock on the dot, the men and a few women of Harrison’s Housekeeping had entered L’Étalon to do a deep cleaning of vacuuming, dusting baseboards, sweeping and mopping the hard wood oak floors. Sometimes when bed linens pilled up, they would even take that down to their laundromat and wash them for an extra fee, which was no issue for Miss Annie.

Annie Moore née Walker, had inherited the stunning mansion by her late mother Juanita, who was also a madame. She taught Annie everything she knew on how to run a business like this and how to keep your gigolos and their tricks in check. It wasn’t a career field she’s ever dreamed about, but it’s what she was good at. And the same was said about the Smoke Stack twins. The handsome men and voluptuous woman had all grew up in the gritty Delta that had various ways of survival, and that was either racketeering, hard labor in the fields, scrubbing laundry for rich folks, or turning tricks. And the twins were very good at the first and latter options. Stack especially enjoyed the fucking, that much was obvious, and he thought he might as well get paid for it so why not. That’s when he went into “business” with his dear old friend Annie. Doing four nights in the week, he had a decent amount of frequent customers who paid a generous cut for him to fuck them good into the mattress, it was no surprise that he was one of the fan favorites.

While the rest of the house was being cleaned. Annie was in her en suite soaking in her clawfoot tub. The warm water of the bubble bath heated up her soft skin while the fireplace was beginning to heat up her bedroom. She added some drops of lavender oil within the water, a fragrance she’s loved as long as she could remember. As she scooted herself up, some heavy footsteps made its way behind her. It belonged Stack. He had sat down on a plush cushioned foot stool and began to run his fingers through her hair. She moaned at the feeling, loving the treatment from one of her dear friends. He soon began to separate her hair into sections and took his time to oil her scalp. He never rushed this process, it was one of their bonding moments. He did it for her every other day and she would be the only person he trusted to shave him. Some moments later they began to sing a tune together, it was their song.

“My girl, my girl , don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night, in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through”

He picked up her boars hair brush on the little table next to the tub. It had a sterling silver handle with flowers and vines engraved, a gift from Smoke when they got married. He gently brushed her soft tight coils. The feeling almost made her drift off to sleep. He ended the grooming session with a kiss to her temple and stood up to walk to the mirror in front of the sink to spruce himself up. Today was the only day of the week he got to visit Smoke, the inmates of Haywood Detention Center allowed twice a week visitations and only one person was allowed to come at a time, he used one day and Annie used the other. Stack always liked to look his best, even if it was just to visit a jail. He pulled a little comb out of his sweater pocket and combed his facial hair, he would wait a little while longer for Annie to shave him, liking the slight scruffy look for now. He topped off his own grooming with a few dabs of Florida Water that Annie kept in the mirror cabinet.

“Anything you want me to update him on?”

“No…it’s been slow this week, not much going on”

“It’s because of that new police chief in everyone’s business, scaring off folks from round here”

She sighs at the reminder. Vernon Hanley was steady “cleaning up the streets”, and one of the ways he was doing that was slowly cracking down on the red light district part of Clarksdale. Which was bad for business. He was part of the reason that Smoke was locked up now, though it was unrelated to the hoeing. He got caught up in a racketeering conspiracy which would’ve been five years, but with the help of a smooth talking yankee white lawyer, it was able to be talked down to just a year and four years probation. Which meant Smoke would have to have no parts in his and Stack’s casino business. He was screwed on that part, but it was better than the chain gang and not being able to see his wife and brother everyday

He nods and goes to walk out of the bathroom, but not before turning around and letting her know about the decision he made. Last week Stack had discovered Annie’s emotional affair with one of her workers, Lonnie. He’s been working there for three years and managed to fit in well enough, though Stack never warmed up to him as much as everyone else. Annie tried hard to convince him to leave him be, that she’ll fire him and make him leave town, and most of all, that it never got sexual. But Stack didn’t care about none of that, to him, Lonnie was a threat to the already built in family, he told her that he’d think about it, but that was just to calm her down for a while, he already made up his mind the moment he found out.

“I’m sorry Annie….but he had to go”

She begins to shed some tears, looking at him with the most devastating eyes, deep down inside she already knew what Lonnie’s fate was, but she still wanted some hope, how silly of her.

“Did you make him suffer?”

“Nah, it was quick, don’t worry”

She nods and sniffs and looks in the opposite direction to compose herself, if she saw his face a little bit long she was bound to get sick.

“Smoke will forgive you, he always did, and always will….I do too, I mean with Smoke been tangled up in this shit you needed a shoulder to cry on, a woman can’t be without her man for too long, it’ll make her crazy”

“Elias, please…”

He walks over and crouches down in front of her, he gently grabs her chin to look at him.

“It was always just us, the three musketeers against the world, you really thought I was gonna let a muthafucka come between us like that Annie?”

“All we did was talk, I was hurting and alone-“

“You come to me then! You talk to me, not an outsider”

He wipes her tears and rests his forehead against hers.

“This whorehouse, the casino, none of this shit makes us Annie, we’re bigger than all of that, whatever temptations that come from it we fight through it, we’re all that matters, okay?”

“Okay, yes alright”

He gives her a forehead kiss and leaves for visitation. Annie hasn’t felt this much guilt in a long time, she felt like she could’ve tried harder to keep Lonnie at a further distance, keeping it more professional, no matter how hard he wanted her attention, she should’ve tried harder, but she couldn’t. It was too little too late to turn back now, Lonnie was probably buried in the woods somewhere, waiting to be consumed by whatever type of nature consumes him.

@sinnersappreciation

@childishgambinaax

@uzumaki-rebellion

@browngirldominion

@tforpresz

[bradleysass]

finger - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 574

Barty’s head rested heavy in Evan’s lap, the weight of him both familiar and fragile. His chest rose and fell with the uneven rhythm of someone who hadn’t quite settled into peace but was finally… okay. For now.

Evan’s fingers sifted lazily through his hair, catching in knots and tangles the color of sun-bleached gold. Each snag made Barty’s eyes flutter open briefly, then close again with a hum. It wasn’t annoyance—it was grounding. Every time Evan’s fingers paused to work free a small tangle, Barty felt tethered to something solid, something safe.

The earlier storm still clung to the edges of the room. Pillows overturned from when Barty had thrown them. A cracked glass abandoned on the floor. The echo of slammed doors that hadn’t quite faded from the walls. But here, in this sliver of quiet, it didn’t matter.

“You know,” Evan murmured, his voice like warm honey, “if you let me brush your hair every once in a while, it wouldn’t be such a mess.”

Barty let out a low, dry laugh. “Where’s the fun in that?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

Evan smiled faintly, thumb stroking a line over Barty’s temple. “You’re a menace.”

“And you love it,” Barty sighed. His hand reached up blindly, fingers curling around Evan’s wrist, holding it there against his skin like an anchor. “Thanks for staying.”

“Always,” Evan said simply. His other hand resumed its slow exploration, fingers threading and catching, catching and releasing. Trapped, but gentle. Never pulling too hard.

Barty shifted a little, pressing his cheek further into Evan’s thigh. His grip around Evan’s wrist loosened but didn’t let go. “You’re too good to me,” he muttered, half like an accusation, half like a confession.

Evan’s fingers paused their movement, resting lightly against Barty’s scalp. “I’m exactly as good to you as you deserve,” he replied softly.

A snort. “Bullshit.” Barty opened his eyes, tilting his head to look up at him. “You’ve seen me today. You heard me.” His voice cracked a little. “No one sticks around after that.”

Evan gazed down at him, his expression quiet but unyielding. “I did.”

“Yeah,” Barty breathed, his throat tightening. He blinked rapidly, then looked away, focusing on the faint cracks in the ceiling. “But why?”

Evan’s thumb brushed under Barty’s eye, gentle, like he could wipe away the questions. “Because you’re not your worst day,” he said simply. “You’re not your loudest thought. You’re… everything else too. The way you laugh when something’s really funny. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. The way you let me hold you, even when you’re convinced you don’t deserve it.”

Barty swallowed hard, biting the inside of his cheek. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” Evan admitted. “It’s a choice. Every day. And I keep choosing you.”

Barty was quiet for a long beat, his breathing shaky but steadying. “You’re gonna get tired of me someday,” he whispered, less defensive and more afraid. “I’m too much.”

Evan leaned down, pressing his forehead lightly against Barty’s. “I don’t want less of you,” he murmured. “I want all of it. Even the hard days. Even the mess. I’d rather have too much of you than nothing at all.”

Barty’s breath hitched. His hands curled into Evan’s sweater, pulling him a little closer. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” he whispered, voice thick.

Evan smiled softly, his lips brushing Barty’s temple. “Yeah. I am.”

[sturns-mermaid]

LOVE AND PIERCINGS .ᐟ

part of my au special , fluff , mention of needles | reader gives matt an eyebrow piercing | more of this au here

wc: 941

You and Matt were currently bed rotting. He had spent the night at your house once again, he practically lived there. He was straddling you from behind, head resting on your shoulder as you both watched tik tok on your phone. Your thumb mindlessly scrolling through videos before landing on one that interests you, a video of a girl giving her boyfriend a piercing. Instantly, a grin appeared on your lips as you giggled under your breath. Matt, of course, caught on to your shenanigans, causing him to let out a small groan and bury his face in the small of your neck.

“Raven, you're not giving me a piercing,” he mumbles, his lips pressing onto your skin. Shifting slightly, you turn around in his arms, trying to face him just as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer, his face going right back to the spot on your neck. “Come on, baby,” you teased, voice all syrupy sweet. “It won’t hurt that bad.” Your fingers slid into his messy brunette hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp.

A few more minutes of your nails dragging along on his scalp, and he was putty in your hands. “So you’ll let me give you a piercing?” you ask, tugging gently on his hair to make him look at you. Your fingertips moved from his hair to trace over his features, the pad of your index finger tracing over his eyebrow. “Maybe an eyebrow piercing, hm?” you question, tilting your head slightly as he looks up at you. You lean closer, pressing soft kisses on his face. “It’ll look so good on you,” you whisper against his skin, pulling back and smiling. “Fine,” he grumbled, trying to act like he hated the idea, but his body betrayed him as he leaned into your gentle touches. 

You were so giddy as you pranced around your room gathering the supplies you needed. The self-piercing kit that you used to give yourself the many piercings you had. You sat down on your bed in front of him, watching as he nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his hand already near his mouth as he bit his nails. Matt was a nervous wreck; sure, he had plenty of tattoos and his ears were pierced, but he had gotten them done by a professional. He trusted you, of course, you wouldn’t suggest doing his piercings if you didn’t know what you were doing. Cupping his cheek with your hand, you tilted his face towards you, meeting his gaze.

“Hey,” you said softly, “we don’t have to do this.” You searched his face for any sign he really didn’t want to. Then you let out a quiet giggle and kissed him quickly. “It won’t hurt too bad. Promise.”Just like that, you felt the tension start to melt away from him,like your touch alone could steady him. Matt sat on the edge of your bed, legs slightly bouncing, his eyes flickering between you and the piercing kit in your hands as if he wasn't sure if he should run or let it happen. You on the other hand were way too excited for his comfort, a grin stuck on your face as you cleaned the needle and prepped everything like it was no big deal. “You still have time to back out,” you said teasingly though your tone made it clear you were hoping he wouldn't. “If I survive this, you have to play minecraft with me for an hour,” he said, giving you a look. “You say that like it’s a punishment,” you giggled, settling between his thighs. “Okay hold still baby.” Matt’s hands immediately gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as you pressed the cold alcohol wipe to his brow.

Your touch was gentle, practiced. You’ve done this several times before, still his breath hitched as you leaned closer, your eyes squinting in focus, tongue peaking out from the corner of your mouth. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he asked, voice low, trying not to let it shake. You bit back a grin. “A little.” You carefully marked the spot with a pen, pulling back to admire your handiwork. “That’s the spot. It’ll suit you.” Matt just hummed nervously, chewing his lip. You giggled. “Last chance.” he looked at you rolling his eyes acting like you were the one being dramatic. “Just do it before I pass out,” he muttered. You nodded your features softening. “Okay. deep breath.” you lined up the needle, one swift practiced push and it was done. Matt let out a sharp breath, his body tensing beneath your hands but he didn’t move. “And done,” you whispered soothingly as you slid the jewelry in and twisted it securely. Matt blinked, like he couldn’t believe it was over that fast.

“That’s it?” “Mhm.” You leaned in, brushing your lips against his cheek. “You didn’t even cry. I’m so proud.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you could see the way he was fighting a smile. His hand instinctively went up to touch the piercing, but you gently caught his wrist. “Nope. Hands off for now,” you warned. “Let me clean it first.” Matt let out a dramatic sigh but obeyed, slumping back on the bed like he’d just survived a life-threatening operation. You cleaned the area with practiced care, your fingers feather-light against his skin. The whole time, he watched you, his were eyes soft, like he wasn’t thinking about the needle anymore. When you finished, you kissed the spot right beside the new piercing. “You look hot,” you whispered. “Yeah?” he asked, his cheeks turning a bright red.

note: this au special only resonates with the au pairing not the current works published of the au!

thank you @applecidersturniolo for helping me edit the pic! 💞😛

tags: @itsmaddielouis @oliviasthatgirl @scorpio1205 @brianna-grace12 @mattsplaything @courta13 @conspiracy-ash @anyaa2s @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @immaqulate @t0riiiis @heartsonlyforchris @blushsturns @hearts4werka @sweetshuga @leoslaboratory @pair-of-pantaloons @riasturns @lezleeferguson-120 @sturnsflirt @sturnsblogs @fratbrochrisgf @mi-co-uk @sturniolohohoho @vanteguccir @luvs4matt @bbgirlmatt @tezzzzzzzz @nodoubtily

[satorella]

Note: (Request from 01/13/25) I hope this was to your liking anon! I’m sorry it took so long, there was a lot of asdfghjkl moments while trying to come up with the drama/angst for this, and I had some writer’s block for a bit as well😅 Anyways! I did tweak this around again lol. But nonetheless, iss hereeee. This’ll be my last for the Unrequited au bc I can’t hurt bae like this again🥺

“𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝” 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

(𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

So as it turns out, Jinpachi Ego was looking for a temporary assistant to help out his current assistant, Anri Teieri.

Luckily for you, you took online classes, and everyone at Blue Lock was already familiar with you. You were the perfect “match” for the job, (pun intended), as Ego said. This means you get to finally see your boyfriend on the daily again, while also making a bit of money!

“Are your parents actually cool with you staying here? I mean I know it’s only a temp position, but you know how they are…” Isagi asks while he walks you to your new personal employee living space. “They were thrilled, surprisingly.” You shrugged. “They’re probably just happy they can get a few months of alone time.” “Babe! Ew!” You gave him a playful shove. He chuckles, grabbing your hand and holding it against his chest. “I’m thrilled too. I miss you.”

“Ah, I knew I heard the voice of an Engel [Angel] around here somewhere!” Kaiser suddenly appears at the other end of the hall, interrupting your sweet moment. “This fucker again…” Isagi grumbles under his breath. “Language, Yoi.” You whispered to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before turning to look at Kaiser and giving him a polite smile. “Hi Micha.” He returns your polite smile. “What’re you doing over here, Kaiser?” Isagi asks. Kaiser looks at him, his polite smile slowly fading. “I wanted to congratulate and welcome the newest member of Blue Lock.” “You just keep tabs on everything around here, don’tcha?” Isagi forces a smile, his eye slightly twitching again. You noticed that only seems to happen whenever he interacts with Kaiser, sometimes Rin too. “Only on the things that matter.” Kaiser’s eyes flickered over to you for a quick second, before going back to Isagi. No one else, including you, would have thought anything about that minor, innocent action. But to Isagi, it was loud and clear. Sensing your boyfriend’s subtle mood switch, you decided to interrupt. “We should go unpack my things now. Nice to see you, Micha. And thank you!” You dragged Isagi past him.

Kaiser gets a whiff of your scent and takes it all in…

“I hate that guy.” Isagi blurts once you guys were in the privacy of your new room. “Micha? Why?” You genuinely were confused. “God you’re so naive sometimes babe. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead before moving to open up one of your boxes. Eh? “What’s wrong with Micha? He’s nice…” Isagi’s eye twitches again at your obvious naivety, but he can’t blame you. “Of course you’d think that. You’re too nice and innocent to pick up on how much of a jerk he really is.” He rolls his eyes and continued unpacking your stuff for you. You frowned, walking up to him and cupping his face in your hands. “You know I don’t like when you talk like that…” Isagi lets out a soft sigh as he leans into your touch, his hard expression softening just for you. “I know, I know… sorry love.” He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder. “Maybe if you got to know him better, you’d feel differently, hm?” You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He lets out a satisfied hum at your touch, holding you closer against him. “I doubt it… that guy just rubs me the wrong way… I don’t like the way he looks at you… and I don’t like how he acts familiar with you.”

“So… was it… a mistake for me to apply here at Blue Lock?… I thought it’d be great because then we’d get to see each other everyday again rather than just the weekends… but if it’s going to start problems… then…” Your voice was soft, with a hint of sadness in it. God, you were so cute. Isagi pulls away from your shoulder and looks up at you with an expression full of nothing but the utmost love and adoration for you. “No! No baby, it’s not a mistake at all. I really am happy to have you here. Seeing you every day is going to be like old times! I’m excited!” He smiles up at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “…It’s just… that damn guy. Be careful around him.” You simply nod your head in understanding. “Good. Now, let’s open up this one.” He grabs another box. Your eyes widen, “Wait! Don’t-” But it was too late. “…Umm babe? What are… these…?” He raises a brow at you.

“Unfortunately, my work is getting pretty backed up and I don’t have time to just really sit there and do the research. So what you’ll be doing is helping Ego come up with workout routines and strict diet plans. From now on, you’re in charge of keeping the guys healthy and in shape.” Anri explains your job position. “Okay, seems easy enough.” You flipped through the guy’s medical files. “It may sound easy, but you really have to put your foot down with these athletes, Y/n. Take Ego here for example. He doesn’t listen to any of my nutrition advice.” She rolls her eyes, while Ego slurps on some ramen noodles. “I’m hoping you can be a better example for them. They seem to be very fond of you.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m on it.”

After a couple hours into your first day of work, you heard familiar voices through Ego’s big monitor screen while organizing your new desk. You looked up, and saw that the guys were in the cafeteria having lunch.

“So you know that Kaiser guy has an eye out for our Y/n-chan, right?” Bachira asks in his usual playful tone. Isagi chokes on his food before composing himself, clearing his throat. “Yeah… I already warned her.” Isagi answers. “Y/n may be a bit naive, but she’s not stupid.” Chigiri adds. “How do you feel about that though? Like he actively seeks her out, just to piss you off.” Reo asks, shaking his head. “This is why girls are nothing but trouble…” Nagi mumbles while playing on his phone as usual. “Why are we talking about this?” Rin barks. “Just worried about sweet Y/n-chan, is all… aren’t you worried for her, Rinnie?” Bachira giggles. Rin scoffs, turning his face away as a hint of pink lightly started to color his cheeks at hearing your nickname for him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. I just have other things to worry about. Like, oh I don’t know, becoming the number one striker.” Rin pokes at his food, “And also… don’t call me that.” “But Y/n-chan calls you tha-” “She’s the only exception because it doesn’t sound stupid coming from her.” Rin gets up to leave. Like Kaiser, Rin had a somewhat soft spot for you as well. It could easily just be seen as respect, but Bachira was able to figure out the signs, as small as they may be. Though unlike Kaiser…

Rin knew his place.

“Here’s your bowl, sir.” You handed Ego another bowl of ramen, and made one for yourself as well. During your breaks, you sat next to him and watched the guys on the big screen. This was pretty much what you’ve been doing for the last few weeks since you started working at Blue Lock. You hadn’t seen Isagi as much as you’d hoped. His schedule was strict, while yours was busy. You guys only had about enough time for a quick kiss on the cheek when you passed each other in the hallways. But you saw him on the monitor screen often, so you weren’t too down in the dumps about it.

“Why so blue, mein schatz?” Kaiser suddenly says from behind you while you were getting a drink from a vending machine just outside of the cafeteria; his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Micha! My goodness, don’t scare me like that.” You jumped, turning around to face him.

You shouldn’t have done that...

“I’ve been thinking about you.” His face was so close to yours. “Oh?” You swallowed hard, “W-What about me…?” “Just how beautiful you are, of course. And kind. And smart… everything I want in a lover.” He answers, trailing the tip of his finger along your jawline. “Your baking is delicious. It makes me wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

You couldn’t deny that you liked the attention. Kaiser’s words were like honey. They made you melt. You’ve been so deprived of this. With Isagi being gone for weeks because of joining Blue Lock, and now too busy to even see each other when you guys were under the same damn roof. You’ve probably seen Kaiser more than him.

Kaiser’s lips hovered over yours… making you snap out of it.

You quickly turned your face away before the situation could escalate any further. “What are you doing, Micha…” He sensed the disappointment in your voice. “I know what I want, and I take it.” He answered bluntly, voice low and soft. “Even when ‘what you want’ is already in love with someone else?” He huffs at your words, “That ‘someone’ probably doesn’t even remember that you’re here. While I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. Worried if you’ve settled in okay. Has he even bothered to check up on you? I bet you haven’t spoken him since your first week. I always use some of my free time to come see you, can he say the same?”

He had a point, but you knew how much this all meant to Isagi. You couldn’t be angry at your boyfriend for having dreams and goals…

“Micha, I’m in a happy… loving… relationship. I’m not giving it up any time soon.” You stated firmly. “Even for me? For the love and life I could give you?” His brows slightly furrowed, but not in frustration, more like in despair. It tugged at your heart strings. You hated hurting people, but what he was doing wasn’t the right way to go about things.

“You should go before Ness comes looking for you.” You gently pushed at his chest, making him take a step back. “Focus on soccer, not me.” Surprisingly, he nodded in understanding; not wanting to push you into doing something that you might regret. He loved you that much.

“Maybe in another life.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “If you’re ever in Germany… give me a call, ja?”

Just as you watched him disappear down the hall, the love of your life emerges from the cafeteria.

“There you are! I finally got a little break.” Isagi wraps his arms around you and peppers your face in kisses, “Was that punk ass Kaiser you were talking to?” “Yeah.” You gave him a small smile. “Eugh. What’d he want now?” He rolls his eyes.

You decided to keep what just happened to yourself, for now anyway. Both Isagi and Kaiser needed to focus on their careers. Mentioning Kaiser’s confession would only stir the pot even more; competing for a girl, rather than for the title of being the #1 Striker. It would ruin the purpose of being here at Blue Lock.

You looked up at your boyfriend. Your wonderful goddamn boyfriend. How did you honestly get so lucky?

You shook your head, “Nothing important.”

Isagi smiles that handsome smile, “Okay. Well, you hungry?” He leads you into the cafeteria.

“Y/n-chan! Ya made it for lunch!” Bachira chimes as soon as he sees you approaching their table. You smiled and greeted the rest of the guys, joining them.

You were exactly where you were meant to be.

“In another life” my ass.

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