#hmm. maybe they need a separate tag...

[cuteniaarts]

Digitalised + coloured + redesigned version of my Suiren and Vaatu sketch from two days ago, as promised!!

Coming up with Suiren’s design was a very long process of trying and failing because after you’ve drawn 9+ different versions of one character, the creativity starts to run a little dry, but I’m actually really proud of this one, she looks absolutely adorable <3

(Also yeah I did mostly just scribble Vaatu’s pattern because who has the energy to draw the all out accurately. Not me, that’s who, I’m chronically tired. People who draw him on the regular have my utmost respect. He’s still a funky little guy though :D)

Bonus, Raava incessantly screaming inside Suiren (and being completely ignored because Suiren is tired of her) while all this is happening:

[spw-art]

still feel like I should have a tag for the particular iteration of Tabitha I draw because he has a history that goes back to 2017 on fucking team magma amino and while he isn’t like an oc to me at this point his story is so far removed from canon…even if I try to keep his canon personality he’s just not a character I can use canon tags with unless it’s ambiguous whether or not he’s the Tabitha from 2017 who has timeskipped into being nearly 50 years old. like who the hell are harte sekioka and claudia

[ohgodthevoices]

What if you called your boyfriend “husband” ?

tags : ts! kenma, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi x reader (separately), fluff ,established rs

kenma : kenma’s fingers move effortlessly across his controller, eyes locked on the screen as he plays. you’re next to him, sitting on the other end of the ouch, on the phone, casually chatting with your friend. he’s only half-listening until you let out a soft laugh and say, “i’m sorryy i don’t think i can come tomorrow , i have plans with my husband.”

kenma’s brain short-circuited ,his character stands completely still. did he hear that right? his first instinct is to ask—wait, husband?—but you’re still talking, so he just sits there, staring at your with his mouth slightly open, overthinking every possible reason why you just called him that.

his ears turn red, and suddenly, his hoodie feels way too warm. his mind keeps replaying your words. his foot taps lightly against the floor. he shifts slightly, hoping you’ll look at him so he can gauge your expression. nothing. after a few minutes, he finally breaks. “…what did you just call me?” his voice is quiet, unsure , but you catch the way he clears his throat after. you blink up at him “huh ?” kenma looks away, pretending to focus on his game. “never mind...”

kuroo : you’re both lounging around when you casually go, “husband, can you hand me my phone?” kuroo freezes, then turns to you with the slowest, most smug smirk you’ve ever seen. “oh? we’re married now? how was the wedding? did I look good?” you roll your eyes. “just give me my damn phone.”

“nah, nah, nah, we gotta talk about this.” he leans in, chin resting on his palm. “you trying to hint at something? you planning our future?” you snatch your phone from his hand, trying to ignore the way your face heats up. “say it again,” he teases, wiggling his brows.

“i take it back.” he gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “you can’t take it back! you’ve already spoken it into existence! we just got married and you’re already divorcing me…” from that day on, he’ll randomly bring it up, calling you “wifey/hubby” in the most casual situations just to make you flustered.

bokuto : bokuto is sitting next to you on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you’re on a call with the pizza place. he’s barely paying attention until you turn to him. “what do you want?” you ask, covering the speaker with your hand. “uh—pepperoni!” he says, sitting up a little.

you nod, going back to the call. “yeah, and my husband would like a large pepperoni—“ bokuto chokes on absolutely nothing. his phone slips from his hands and lands on his lap with a thud. his eyes go huge, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. did you—did you just— “W-WHAT?!” he practically yells, hands slamming onto the couch.

uou side-eye him, shushing him as you continue the order. but he’s too far gone, shaking your arm dramatically. did they hear that?! did you mean it?! HUSBAND?! by the time you hang up, he’s vibrating with excitement. “babe—BABE—say it again.” you smirk, pretending to think. “hmm… nah.”

bokuto gasps, grabbing your hands. “PLEASE. I NEED TO HEAR IT AGAIN.” his eyes are practically sparkling, and honestly, he looks like he might actually cry. you sigh dramatically, giving in. “my husband.” bokuto lets out the most victorious cheer you’ve ever heard, immediately picking you up in a tight hug. “BEST. DAY. EVER.” He spends the entire night talking about himself at the third person calling himself husband he even texted his friends “BRO, I JUST LEVELED UP IN LIFE”. (he’ll get upset if you call his boyfriend now)

akaashi : akaashi knows you love filming anything and everything, you love to take pictures and film vlogs no one else will see except you and maybe him. even if he’d usually ask to not be in the pictures you post, he doesn’t mind being in your lil vlogs.

you propped your phone on your table filming you and akaashi in the background sitting on the edge of the bed putting his mismatched socks on “okay so today my husband is taking me on a lil aquarium date” akaashi froze mid-pull on his shoe , did you really just call him your husband? did you mean it ? it was probably a slip up, right ? or maybe you’re trying to give him a hint- he never thought where to propose, maybe he should start saving up for the wedding- akaashi was pulled out his thoughts when you called out to him , you noticed he just stopped moving, mumbling god knows what to himself , his face turning redder by the second. the rest of the day your boyfriend was awfully quiet- focused the same face he pulled when he was on the court, he might be more on the quieter more calm sad but he looked like he was making life or death decisions. “keiji is everything okay ? you seem very-” he grabbed your wrist stopping both of you “can you take a week off next week, let’s go to [your dream destination].”

[turoce]

still figuring out Ren'py but i'm enjoying things a bit more

[boltwrites]

Kitty

Fandom: Marvel; X-Men Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine / Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: M Tags: Suggestive, Logan's cat ear hair, Teasing

Synopsis: Sleep-addled and maybe a little horny, you ask Logan if he does his hair like that on purpose.

A/N: Fun fact about this one - you could replace reader with Deadpool and the fic would probably be the exact same (but probably with more stabbing). Enjoy! Also I almost titled it Kittyuuuuuhhhh but decided against it LMAO. Is this good? No. But I needed to expel it like some kind of demon. Anyway-

You made a soft pleased noise, arching your back as you stretched as far as you could under the thin sheet of your shared bed. Muscled warmed, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, blinking blearily against the morning light that filtered in through the curtains.

You smiled - sleepy and sweet - as you propped yourself on your elbows to see the figure sat at the foot of your bed. Logan was already awake and halfway dressed, jeans hugging his hips as he leaned over to tug on his boots. Meanwhile, here you were - still in the oversized T-shirt you used as pajamas, your hair messy from sleep.

On that thought, your eyes drifted from where they had been admiring the taunt planes of his back, to Logan's own styled hair. He'd already brushed it, those little tufts that curled into what looked like tiny devil horns neatly defined in the soft morning light.

You frowned. Hmm, no, devil horns wasn't quite right. Not really.

You sat up, a hazy plan dancing through your mind as you crawled your way to the end of the bed. Logan glanced back at you - your heart flipped at the soft smile he offered you, making no effort to shy away from your touch.

"Hey, you don't have to get up because of me," he chided. You didn't listen - instead, you draped your arms around his warm shoulders, leaned in to pepper little kisses along his jaw, even if his beard caught most of them. You didn't mind how it tickled.

"But you're wearing my favorite outfit," you insisted, doing your best not to chuckle. You did like him in worn out jeans and no shirt. It looked good on him. Everything looked good on the man, though.

"I'm wearing half an outfit," he replied, turning just enough so that he could press a proper kiss to your lips. You sighed, pillowing your head on his shoulder as his lips met yours - lazy, gentle. Those weren't words you'd use to describe his kisses at any other time of day, really. This was special.

"I know," you replied, offering him a silly smile as you leaned against his shoulder, arm around his chest preventing him from dressing any further. He didn't seem to mind, though, as your free hand carefully carded your way through his hair - making sure not to displace any of his hard work.

"But something I don't know..." you continued, twirling a finger around the tip of one of the tufts. "Is why your hair ends up like this. Do you do it on purpose?"

"Do I do what on purpose?" he asked. It was laced with a chuckle, like he thought this was one of your half-awake musings. And, perhaps it was, in a way. You were, technically half-awake. But you weren't making things up. It was a real question that had crossed your mind on several separate occasions.

"You know-" you insisted, releasing that little bit of hair from your grasp. "The kitty ears."

"The what?"

He laughed it, pulled away from you if only to make sure you caught a glance of his expression - a mixture of shock and amusement that telegraphed to you that he still wasn't taking you seriously.

You rolled your eyes at him, removing your hand from around his shoulders to scratch along his scalp, up to that little tuft of curled hair. He closed his eyes, made a low rumbling noise in his throat that only seemed to further the illusion that he was really just some big cat in disguise.

"The kitty ears," you insisted, "do you or do you not purposefully style your hair so you have these little kitty ear things?"

You sat up on your knees, reaching both your hands up to curl in the tufts - tugging them just hard enough to make his eyes flutter open as he looked up at you.

"Cat ears," he deadpanned, doubt lacing his words. "You think my hair looks like cat ears."

"Kitty ears," you clarified, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "And you didn't answer my question, which means you absolutely do it on purpose."

"No-" Logan started, tone exasperated. But, unfortunately for him, he was already in too deep.

"Nope, sorry-" you laughed, sitting down behind him to wrap your arms around his bare chest, brushing through the downy hair there. "You're my little kitty now."

"Jesus Christ-" he groaned, rolling his eyes as you kissed his cheek. You made to kiss the corner of his lips next, but he turned his head ever so slightly, trying his best to quell the smile that was spreading. He'd just wanted you to pay attention as he insisted:

"I'm not a fucking cat."

"Why not?" you teased, kissing just under his ear with a little smile. "You've got the ears..."

You snaked a hand up to card through his hair again - making sure to rake your blunt nails along his scalp like you knew he loved. And, despite his dismissive tone, you caught his eyes fluttering closed, his lips parting ever so slightly.

"The claws..." you teased, punctuating each word with a new open-mouthed kiss to his neck - the last dotted with a touch of teeth that issued a sweet rumble from low in his throat.

"The fur-" your free hand slid down his chest - down the dips and curves of his defined abs, to tangle in the thicker hair that disappeared below the waistline of his jeans.

"And, I know how to make you purr," you chuckled, fingers dancing at the edge of his belt as your other hand weaved through one of those silly little kitty ears.

Logan wasn't immune to the way you touched him - when he laughed at your ridiculous comments, it was a bit breathless, even if he sounded absolutely exhausted with your antics.

"I have to get dressed," he insisted, his hand drawing over your own where you'd just started to wiggle your fingers under the tight denim. "And you're being ridiculous."

"Hmm," you hummed, nipping at the junction of his neck and shoulder. The muscles there jumped, tensed, then relaxed - and where he'd been grasping at your hand, your fingers briefly intertwined.

"If I remember correctly..." you pondered, nuzzling against his neck. "Kitties don't wear clothes."

"Oh, come on-" he groaned, laughing as he leaned back against your chest, his head pillowed on your shoulder. You grinned down at him. "How long are you gonna keep this shit up?"

"Until you're sick of it," you promised, kissing the corner of his mouth. He rolled his eyes. "Or, you take your pants off."

"We both know you'll keep saying it even if I take my pants off," he countered, his hold on your hand the only thing preventing you from inching your way into his pants.

"Touché. But -" you bargained. "I'd be distracted."

He laughed, loud and full, and your smile grew even more. That - that's what you really liked. When you could finally get some honest joy out of him. He looked so pretty when he smiled like that, even if it was brief. His hand squeezed over yours - soft, possessive, loving. That made your heart flutter even more than the thought of getting him undressed.

But he was right - you were never going to let him live this down.

[chrissssssmut]

ok! thanks for letting me know! if you ever have the time and get any ideas for Choerry I world love to see what your come up with! I really like your work with Yujin! Specially the breeding/impregnation intent. Something similar but extreme would be nice ad different! Crippling baby fever.

Yandere could always work! Im not sure what tags you are and arent comfortable with so I will keep it vague. and I would rather you write what you want and take it where you want instead of me listing what i want

Add whatever you’d like. You have a lot of group fics, maybe she has an equally baby-hungry friend (or sister 😜) in Lip. Thank you!!

OFF LIMITS (PART 1)

Choerry x Male Reader

(SMUT)

AN: As requested, here is the Choerry smut i promised! Hope you like this one anon!🫶

PART 2 LINK: HERE

Your sister had always been overprotective—especially when it came to her best friend, Choerry.

"She’s off-limits. Don’t even think about it."

But that never stopped Choerry from testing your self-control.

She had this way of pushing boundaries, acting like she was just being playful—but the way she lingered, the way she’d catch your eye and smirk, the way her fingers would accidentally brush against you when she didn’t need to?

It wasn’t innocent.

And tonight, she wasn’t even pretending anymore.

Your sister had gone out for the night, leaving you and Choerry alone. She was supposed to be sleeping in your sister’s room, but instead, she was here—in yours.

She sat on your bed, legs crossed, wearing nothing but one of your old shirts.

"You always listen to your sister so well," she hummed, her voice teasing, knowing. "I wonder if you ever think about breaking the rules."

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look anywhere but at her bare thighs peeking from under the fabric.

"Choerry…"

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with something dark, something possessive.

"You act like you don’t want me," she whispered, shifting forward. Crawling closer.

Until she was straddling your lap.

Until her lips were brushing against your ear, her fingers tracing slow, torturous circles on your chest.

"Be honest," she whispered. "You do, don’t you?"

Your hands clenched at your sides. This was dangerous.

But then she rolled her hips, pressing down exactly where she knew she shouldn’t, and any rational thought you had left snapped.

Your hands flew to her waist, gripping tight, dragging her down flush against you. She gasped—soft, breathy, so damn perfect—before you captured her lips with yours.

It was hungry, desperate, consuming.

She moaned into your mouth, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer like she never wanted to let go.

Your hands slid up, brushing under the thin fabric of your shirt—the only thing separating you from her soft, warm skin.

"You’re such a bad boy," she murmured between kisses, her lips curving into a smirk against yours. "Breaking your sister’s biggest rule…"

You bit her lower lip, dragging a gasp from her throat before your lips trailed down to her exposed neck.

"Not my fault," you muttered against her skin. "You make it impossible to behave."

She shivered, nails digging into your shoulders.

But then—she pulled back.

Just slightly.

Her eyes darkened, fingers tightening in your hair—just enough to hurt.

"How far are you willing to go, hmm?" she whispered.

She trailed her fingers down your stomach, brushing dangerously low.

"Because if we keep going..."

She tilted her head, that sweet smile on her lips not matching the way her eyes gleamed with something twisted.

"There’s no turning back."

Your pulse pounded. But when she rolled her hips against you again, a slow, deliberate tease, you made your choice.

Yeah.

Fuck the consequences.

The second your lips crashed together again, you lost control.

Choerry’s hands were everywhere—sliding under your shirt, nails raking across your skin, pulling you deeper into her. She moaned softly against your lips, her hips rolling against you in slow, torturous movements, making you groan.

"You feel so good," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Like she had already won. Like she had always known this would happen.

Your hands roamed down, slipping under the oversized shirt she was wearing—your shirt—only to realize that underneath, she was wearing nothing at all.

"Fuck," you muttered, breath hitching as your fingers found soft, bare skin.

She giggled, pressing a teasing kiss against your jaw. "What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me to be this desperate for you?"

Her hands pushed at your shirt, practically tearing it off, her lips leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your chest as she did. Each one felt hot, possessive, like she wanted to mark you—claim every inch of you.

"You belong to me now," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine.

And then she moved lower.

Her fingers trailed down your stomach, slipping under the waistband of your pants. Her touch was slow, teasing, like she was savoring the moment, drawing it out just to watch you squirm.

"Choerry—" you groaned, but she just shushed you with a smirk.

"Don’t worry," she purred, her fingers wrapping around your cock. "I’ll take care of you now. You don’t need anyone else."

Your body shuddered at the contact, your hips instinctively bucking into her touch.

She let out a soft, pleased hum, her grip tightening. "So eager," she mused, stroking you slowly. "Is this what you’ve been holding back all this time?"

Her pace was agonizing, deliberate, as if she wanted to make you fall apart just for her.

And fuck—it was working.

Your head tilted back against the pillows, breath coming in sharp gasps.

Choerry leaned up, kissing your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there as her pace quickened.

"You’re mine," she whispered against your skin. "Say it."

Your fingers dug into the sheets.

"Say it," she demanded again, her voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Your breathing was ragged, your body on the verge of completely losing control.

"Yours," you finally choked out. "I’m yours."

Choerry’s lips curled into a smile against your throat.

"Good boy."

The moment Choerry sank down onto your length, you let out a sharp, broken moan, your fingers instinctively gripping her waist.

She gasped softly, her nails digging into your shoulders as she adjusted, her walls tight, soaking wet, squeezing around you so perfectly it was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck," you groaned, your hands moving down to grab at her hips, needing something to hold onto as she settled onto you.

She let out a soft, breathy giggle, rolling her hips slowly, testing, feeling just how deep you filled her.

"God," she murmured, her voice dripping with pure satisfaction. "You feel so fucking thick inside me…"

She lifted herself just enough before sliding back down, her entrance stretching around you, taking you deeper and deeper with every slow, deliberate movement.

Your head hit the pillow, your jaw clenching at the intense heat wrapped around your aching length.

Choerry smirked at your reaction, her hands pressing against your chest as she leaned down, her lips grazing your ear.

"You’ve wanted this too, haven’t you?" she whispered, her hips grinding against yours. "I could tell… every time you looked at me like you wanted to ruin me."

She rolled her hips again, wetness dripping down your length, making a filthy, obscene sound as she took you all the way in.

"You wanted to fuck me so bad," she purred, her walls clenching around you, milking you, not letting you go.

Her pace quickened, her breath hitching as she rode you harder, faster, her thighs trembling with desperate, needy movements.

"Fuck—Choerry," you gasped, your fingers tightening around her waist.

She moaned, throwing her head back, her body arching as she bounced on your cock, her entrance tightening every time she came down.

Her skin was flushed, slick with sweat, her body grinding down on yours, desperate to feel every inch of you, to keep you buried deep inside her.

"You’re mine," she panted, her hands moving to your wrists, pinning them down against the bed.

Your breath caught—she was holding you down.

"You won’t need anyone else after this," she whispered, her hips snapping against yours in sharp, punishing thrusts. "I’ll make sure of it."

You were aching, your entire body burning, pleasure coiling dangerously tight in your core.

Choerry could feel it—she knew you were close.

She leaned down, her lips just barely brushing against yours.

"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice dripping with possession.

Her walls clenched around you, tightening impossibly, pulling you deeper, deeper—

And then you broke.

Your vision blurred, your body tensing as you thrust up into her, filling her completely.

Choerry let out a high, shuddering moan, her nails raking down your chest as she followed right after, her walls fluttering, milking every last drop from you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged, uneven breathing.

And then—

Choerry smiled, pressing a soft, possessive kiss against your lips.

"See?" she murmured, tracing a finger down your chest.

"You’re mine now."

Your body was wrecked, trembling beneath Choerry, your chest rising and falling in desperate gasps. The aftershocks of your orgasm still had you shuddering, but she wasn’t stopping.

Her hips kept rolling, slow but purposeful, her entrance still squeezing around you despite how sensitive you were.

You tried to move, tried to catch your breath, but her hands were already at your wrists again, pinning you down with a strength you didn’t know she had.

"Where do you think you’re going?" she murmured, her voice dripping with possessive amusement.

You groaned, your body jerking from the overstimulation as she grinded against you, milking every last drop from your still-hard cock.

"Choerry—fuck, I—"

She cut you off with a harsh kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth, completely dominating you.

"You can take more," she whispered against your lips, her hands sliding up to wrap around your throat.

Your breath hitched as she squeezed, just enough to make your head spin.

"You’re not done until I say you’re done."

Her grip tightened slightly before she snapped her hips down, making you gasp against her hand.

"That’s it," she cooed, watching your dazed, overstimulated expression with a satisfied smirk. "Look at you… so fucked out, so mine."

She lifted herself up, only to slam back down, her entrance taking you to the hilt, again and again.

Your body jerked beneath her, your muscles tightening from the relentless pleasure, your mind clouded and overwhelmed.

"Too much?" she teased, her grip still firm around your throat. "Then why are you still so hard for me?"

You tried to speak, tried to form any kind of protest, but she was already moving faster, rougher, her walls clenching down on you, dragging you along the edge of another orgasm.

"Come on," she whispered, her pace brutal, unrelenting, her wetness dripping down your length, making an obscene mess between you.

"I know you want to," she taunted, her nails digging into your skin, marking you, ensuring that after tonight, you’d belong to no one else but her.

And then—

She tightened around you, her body convulsing, her moan shattering as she came again, her walls squeezing every last inch of you, refusing to let you go.

The sensation was too much—the overstimulation, the tight heat, her hand still wrapped around your throat—

Your body gave in.

Your vision blurred, your hips jerking uncontrollably as you came again, your orgasm forced out of you, your release spilling deep inside her.

Your chest heaved, your mind foggy, your body too weak to move.

But Choerry?

She only smirked, her fingers tracing over the bruises she had left on your neck, her body still grinding against your overstimulated cock.

"You didn’t really think I was done, did you?" she whispered.

Her lips brushed against your ear, her breath warm, teasing, and so, so cruel.

"You’re not leaving this bed until you forget every other woman in the world except me."

You frowned slightly, but before you could say anything, she kissed you again, slow and deep, making your body ache for more.

"You’re mine now," she whispered, her voice soft, sweet, possessive. "I’ll make sure of it."

Her fingers tightened against your skin—almost like a warning.

You should’ve been concerned.

But the way she kissed you again—hard, claiming—made you forget everything else.

For now.

Choerry finally pulled herself off of you, leaving you aching and overstimulated, only to slide lower, her eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous glint. Her fingers wrapped around your slick, sensitive cock, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze before she tapped it against her waiting tongue, a smug smile curling at her lips.

You moaned, your body shuddering as she toyed with the tip, her movements hungrier than ever. A sharp gasp escaped you as her tongue flicked over the most sensitive spot, sending a jolt through your overstimulated body.

"F-Fuck, Choerry…" you groaned, your voice breaking from the overwhelming sensation.

She hummed in response, her lips brushing against you as she whispered, "So sensitive… I could do this all night." Her grip around you tightened, her thumb swirling over the slick head.

"A-Ahh… I-I can’t—"

She giggled, her tongue dragging slowly along your length before pressing a soft, teasing kiss against the tip. "Yes, you can," she cooed. "You’ll take everything I give you… won’t you?"

Her lips wrapped around you again, sucking greedily as your body trembled beneath her. "Mmm~ you taste so good… I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you."

As Choerry continued having her way with you, completely lost in her own hunger, a sudden noise from outside sent a jolt of panic through you both. Your breath caught in your throat as a familiar voice called out—your sister.

Choerry’s eyes widened, her grip on you tightening for a split second before she hastily pulled away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Shit," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the door.

Your heart pounded as you scrambled to fix yourselves. "Damn it—hurry," you hissed under your breath, trying to compose yourself despite the lingering heat in your body.

Choerry smirked as she straightened her clothes, leaning in to whisper, "Tsk… such a shame," Choerry murmured, her fingers trailing over your trembling body, her eyes locked onto your dazed, overstimulated expression. "I was just about to make you cum for me again."

She pressed a quick, teasing kiss to your jaw before stepping back, her expression turning innocent just as the handle started to turn.

As your sister walked in, completely unsuspecting, Choerry didn’t miss a beat. She smiled sweetly, brushing her hair back as if nothing had happened.

"Oh! There you are," she said, turning to your sister with ease. "Glad you’re here unnie!"

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as Choerry sent you one last glance—one that held a promise. Then, without another word, she followed your sister out of the room, leaving you to catch your breath.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzed.

Choerry: Don’t think you’re off the hook. I’ll be back for my next dick appointment. 💕

Another message came in right after.

Choerry: Better be ready for me. 😈

You stared at the message, your body still aching from everything Choerry had put you through. Your hands clenched the sheets, heart pounding as her words sank in. There was no mistaking it—she wasn’t done with you.

From the other room, you could hear Choerry laughing softly with your sister, her voice light and carefree, as if she hadn’t just been milking you dry moments ago. The contrast sent a shiver down your spine.

Your phone buzzed again.

Choerry: Oh, and don’t even think about touching yourself while I’m gone. 😘 That’s mine to handle.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand down your face. There was no escaping her. And the worst part? You didn’t even want to.

[heizlut]

To Make A Family

cw: none, very romantic and needy

tags: switch fem!reader, switch!xavier, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, xavier takes plushies very seriously lol

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

Another late afternoon is being spent at the arcade’s claw machine with your lover. You excitedly cheer Xavier on when he has a go at the machine who gives you an amused side-eye then turns his focus back to concentrate. He had already won you a cute narwhal plushie earlier but you insisted you needed ‘Fleecy’.

The claw descends and luckily grips onto the little sheep plushie and drops it into the opening. You beam excitedly and Xavier retrieves it. Straightening back up, he holds it out to you with a small smile, “We added new members to our family.” You blush at his words as you now hold onto both plushies. Keeping your eyes on the stuffed animals, you finally speak, your voice barely audible, “What if we started a real family…?”

Xavier’s senses are too sharp for your words to go unheard and he tilts his head slightly, leaning down towards you. He redirected your gaze to him with his gentle fingertips under your chin, “Is that what you’d like?” Your blush deepens as you stare into his deep blue eyes.

“Hmm? Speak up if that’s what you truly desire”, Xavier’s voice is low as he studies your face. All you can manage to do is barely whisper back a yes. A hint of a smile appears on his lips as he straightens up and holds his hand out to you, “Then let’s head home.” You place your hand in his, not entirely sure if he was just entertaining your words or if he was taking you seriously.

Once inside the apartment, Xavier leads you to the bedroom as you clutch your new plushies in one arm. He looks at you with a pondering expression as his eyes flit from you to the various plushies you two had collected together, “Maybe we should move these temporarily… I don’t want to scar their memories.” You pause for a moment and then break into a fit of laughter. Xavier was so serious about his concern for the plushies and you couldn’t help the giggles that came from you.

Xavier frowns slightly, “What’s so funny?” You cover your mouth with one hand as you try to suppress your laughter, “Nothing, it’s just.. I didn’t think you’d care about something like that.” He tilts his head again, “Why wouldn’t I?” More giggles slip out, “Okay okay, let’s just.. put them on the floor for now.” You help him gather the array of plushies and laugh again when Xavier is so careful when setting each one down, earning you another small frown.

After each one was placed on the floor, Xavier sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. You join him, straddling his lap as you settle against him. For a moment, the two of you simply look at each other before you break the silence, “Are you really serious about this?” The corners of his lips tug upwards as he nods once, “Yes. It’s something that you want and in turn, I want it as well.” Xavier pauses, looking at the plushies on the ground and then back to you, “I… think it would be nice.”

His blue eyes fall on yours and trail to your lips. He reaches up and gently rubs his thumb against your bottom lip and whispers, “Tell me this is really what you want…” You press a kiss to the pad of his thumb and leans close to his lips, “I want this… Truly.”

That’s all it takes for Xavier’s lips to crash into yours. The kiss is needy but soft and his fingers run through your hair, pulling you closer. Your fingers hook under the hem of his white sweatshirt and he gets the message, separating from the kiss temporarily to allow you to pull the material over his head. You unceremoniously toss it to the floor; the sweatshirt landing on top of the plushies.

Before you can dive back in for another kiss, he stops you. His fingers tracing down the front of your shirt, “Your turn.” You give a little smile and lift your shirt over your head, leaving you in a lacy white bra with gold trim. Xavier’s pupils visibly dilate as he takes in the garment. He reaches up and cups your breast over the bra, thumb rubbing over the material, “Very pretty…” His eyes meet yours, “Did you know this would happen today?”

You blush and shake your head, “No… But it’s best to always be prepared.” That earns you a soft smile and a breath of a laugh, “I suppose you’re right.” His hands trail down your body, igniting your skin til they stop to rest on your hips, “Let’s take these pants off too then.” Before you can even reach for the buttons of your pants, Xavier flips the two of you over, your back now resting against the sheets as he cages you in with his body, “Let me do it.”

You watch him in awe as he undoes your pants. You lift your hips to help as he tugs them down your legs and he drops them to the floor. Xavier licks his lips when he sees your panties match the bra, "Beautiful..." Your breathing picks up when he lowers himself, lips grazing the lacy material of your panties that covered your core. He presses a kiss to your clothed clit, making you draw in a breath and his blue eyes flit to yours. Xavier gives a ghost of a smile then presses another kiss to it.

He takes a breath, breathing in the scent of your growing arousal and begins to pull down your panties, letting them fall wherever they chose to land. Xavier's lips part when he finally gets to view your glistening core, seemingly enchanted by the way it looks. You pout a little and squirm, "Xavier..." A soft chuckle escapes him, "Impatient as always..." His tongue comes out, licking through your folds, and he hums when the taste of you graces his senses. The vibrations shoot straight through you, making you whine softly with need.

Xavier laps at your arousal as his thumb begins to rub at your clit. Your hands quickly grab for him, fingers tugging on his hair as you instinctively grind your pussy against his tongue, "Ngh..." His mouth moves to your clit, sucking it between his lips and giving it quick flicks with his warm tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow, fingers tangling further into his blonde locks as you whimper his name.

Just as soon as the knot inside of you reaches its breaking point, Xavier pulls away. A pathetic cry falls from your lips, eyebrows pinched together as you give him a desperate look. He simply smiles innocently at you and crawls up, trapping you under his body yet again. He peppers little kisses from the corner of your lips, to your jawline, then nips lightly at your earlobe and whispers, "Don't worry. I'm only getting started..." His hot breath sends tingles down your spine.

Unable to take his slow pace, you flip positions, catching him off guard as he lands against the mattress. He looks up at you with a surprised expression and you smirk down at him, "How about you let me take over?" He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he lets you have your way. You reach behind yourself, undoing the clasps of your bra and let the straps slide down your shoulders. The bra gets tossed somewhere in the room and all Xavier can do it admire how ethereal you look; naked on top of him with the soft, warm light of the room forming a glowing aura around your figure.

His hands have a mind of their own as they slide up your curves and cup your breasts, giving a gentle squeeze. Xavier's thumbs rub across your pebbled nipples, lips parted and staring in absolute awe of you. There are so many words he wants to say, but nothing comes out. You lean down, sliding yourself lower on his body and hooking your fingers in the waistband of his pants, "Lift up for me." Of course he obeys, lifting his hips as you did for him. His flushed and leaking cock slaps against his abdomen when it's finally released.

You take it in your hand, fingers wrapping around the velvety skin, drawing a soft hiss from Xavier. You give a couple languid pumps then run your thumb across his slit, smearing his pre cum over the blushed head, "So much for me already... You must really like me~", you tease, flashing a silly grin. He huffs and gives you an earnest look, "You know I feel much more than that for you." Your heart flutters at his words. It was hard to tease him when he was so honest with you, always ready to bare his heart to you.

Leaning down, your tongue swipes at the tip before you kiss it. Xavier draws in a shaky breath as he fists the sheets below him. You kiss down his length and when you reach his balls, you suck one gently into your mouth. Xavier's eyes widen, "You don't-" You release with a wet pop and shush him, "Let me take care of you." He lets out a sigh and his head falls back against the pillow, relenting to you. Satisfied, you take his length into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around the head and run up the underside of his cock.

Xavier's grip on the sheets tightens each time you take him, groaning when you take his length further down til it touches the back of your throat. You still yourself, relaxing your throat before you start to move again. The head of his cock continuously pokes at the back of your throat, making you sputter and drool around his length. Xavier pants under you; little grunts and groans are the only sounds he can manage when you have him like this.

His cock twitches and his hands fly to your cheeks, gently pulling your mouth from his cock. You pout at him and he caresses your cheek softly with the pad of his thumb, "There's no need to pout. I just want my cum inside of you. We're making a family, aren't we?" Fuck... The innocent way he looks at you and his straightforward honesty has you aching for him even more. Your heart races as your chest tightens. Strong emotions flood you and you can't hold back any longer. You look at him with so much love, your voice soft and low, "Then let's make a family, Xav..."

His cock twitches at your words and the way you look at him. Indescribable emotions swell within him as he sits up and loses himself in your adoring gaze, "Allow me then..." There is no swift flipping of positions this time as he cradles you against him, gently moving you to be underneath him yet again. Xavier's cock rests against your aching center as he presses himself against your body. The way he looks at you is the way that any woman longs to be looked at by their lover. Never has he looked at anyone else the way he looks at you...

Xavier's lips graze yours as he whispers, "Are you ready?" You whisper back a yes and his lips meet yours. The kiss is slow and heated, full of overflowing love for each other as his cock pushes slowly into you. A husky groan escapes him when he feels your wet warmth envelop his length. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him even closer. The weight and warmth of him was always a comfort to you, even more so now with his cock nestled inside you as he begins to rock his hips.

Xavier's thrusts are slow and deep, purposeful... His eyes never leave yours even for a second as his cock fills you so perfectly. His hot breath fans across your face as he searches your eyes, "In all my years of living, I have never once loved someone in the way that I love you..." His loving words and the way his cock drags along your walls makes your heart feel like it could explode. You wrap your legs around his waist, "I love you... so, so much..."

Your expression of love strikes something within him as he moves with a little more force. Xavier presses his forehead to yours, his soft hair tickling your skin and his brows knit together, overwhelmed by everything he feels. His cock throbs as the tip pushes against the deepest parts of you over and over again. The sounds of panting breaths, soft groans of pleasure, and rustling sheets fill the small bedroom. Your name falls from his lips as he feels himself grow closer to his orgasm, "Please... Cum with me. I want you to cum..."

Xavier's lips form an 'O' as he releases a shaky moan; his cock throbs once more when he feels your pussy contract around his length. "Oh god, Xavier... ngh.. Cumming, 'm cumming!", you cry out as you hold him tighter against you, legs trapping him inside of you. A slew of 'I love you's' fall from his lips as he releases inside your warm pussy. Thick ropes of cum fill you up; cock throbbing over and over as he orgasms. A few more lazy thrusts and Xavier finally stills.

Keeping himself inside you, he wraps his arms around you and lays you both on your sides. His blue eyes lock on yours and he nuzzles his nose against yours, "Let's stay like this for a little while longer..." You smile softly and kiss his lips, "I'm not going anywhere." Xavier returns the smile and speaks in a hushed voice, "I would hope not. After all, I look forward to seeing your belly grow round, growing our child..." Your heart skips several beats and your pussy tightens around his softening cock at his words. Xavier breathes out a laugh, his cock twitching from the sudden tightness and he kisses your nose, "Let's rest first. We have plenty of time, my sweet starlight..."

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[herecirmsims]

Betrayal

Hmm, maybe I could do an unofficial 12 days of Christmas countdown with all these finished packs... anywayyyy here's a commission I made back in July (it's not very festive but I know you all love drama lmao)! Pack contains 7 couple poses.

The masc frame Sim in the last 3 poses was intended to be a different character to the one in the first 4, so I've done separate all-in-ones.... but of course you can use these however you like. 🤷 As always there may be clipping or floating depending on individual Sim build or clothing.

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@ts4-poses @alwaysfreecc

[moonsaver]

Hmm.. what if sunday only opens up to those close to robin?

As the spokesperson for The Family, he's under a great deal of pressure and oversees a multitude of things, so naturally he's a bit sly, and doesn't keep anyone close. His sister is his only "companion"/friend who he keeps by, and as per the quest she left when she got older, so sunday would have become more and more lonelier.

So.. imagine being one of the backstage helpers for Robin's shows, maybe helping out as a staff member at penacony in preparation for the Charmony festival, or really just about any other show Robin attends, being tagged along with a few more people as her reliable team. You get close to the superstar by a few conversations, jokes, and a bit of comforting from time to time. Eventually having to travel back to Penacony in time for the Charmony festival, and Sunday seeing you help out his sister so much, being a mutual friend of hers, instead of a worshipping fan.

Naturally she tags you along to certain tasks that sunday assigns, passing a look to her asking if she wanted you to really go with her. Over time, you start tagging along with them both to handle other general matters, and all 3 of you bond. Sunday feels genuinely lighthearted for once, joking around and sharing a laugh, with his sister and you. And he realizes just how much he will miss it, how lonely it will be without his sister. So, although Robin usually relies on Sunday to take care of things that trouble her, for once,Sunday passes an off-comment about how much he'll "miss company". If to cheer him and support him back just a bit, she offers to convince you to stay back, once she has to leave Penacony.

And you get a permanent "vacation" in Penacony. Isnt it exciting? Sunday will personally oversee your day to day affairs, and includes you in meetings, some quite sensitive in their information. He says if you leave, it'll be troublesome to ensure it doesn't.. leak. For the forseeable future, you're positively trapped under his care. Don't worry – he treats his employees well. At least, he'll treat you well. Just tag along to this meetings, sit beside him, and help him with picking out an outfit, perhaps help him understand dreams by telling him some of your own. Don't mind the hand that rests on your shoulder, creeping down your arm, rubbing your elbow gently. It's just a friendly gesture. You've been so sweet to Robin, he's quite pleased you're her friend. Why don't you listen to her and stay here, instead? She'll visit, and you will never feel lonely. Just.. don't bother trying to leave. The room is locked, anyway.

How about both of you test out the new dreamscape he's been carefully crafting? There's no need to go into separate beds, just share one, it'll be more efficient. Hold his hand, he'll help you adjust to the experience, of course.

[irlnikeiyomiuri]

snzzzzzz^2

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[moonshynecybin]

Aroused By Their Voice  + Bed Sharing for Marc/vale

hmm okay so in THIS scenario its like. the first real work trip post rosquez reconciliation when everything is like. new and pale and shivering like a leaf that is unfurling into the sun and theyre doing WAYYY too much probably too soon, but hey thats just how these guys simply have to role at this point.... like for real have not spent more than a night out of each other's company for the last two months. you squint in the back of marc's fuck ass ducati ski lodge videos and hey wait a minute is that valentino rossi. using poor pecco as facsimile of a cover story. valentino voice i will be at more races this season. kinda thing. and they are travelling together on the way to a race overseas (COTA ? for ME ?) and vale is tagging along (w the flimsy excuse of vr46 business...)

but crucially they are not OUTTT yet. and if theyre using work as an excuse, then they both have like. some actual stuff to do (like RACE) so maybe theres a tense lil moment when theyre at the airport (and they both WANT to say fuck it and follow the other to their hotel room to have sex and sniff each other's armpit as they fall asleep after and shit) but there are cameras on them and theyre feeling like theyre in the panopticonnnn and they dont want to rock the boat bc theyve never talked going public. and i mean they sure as shit arent going to start NOW. in austin-bergstrom international airport. in front of JOSE....

soooooo they go to separate hotels. putz around kinda bored and sad and spend too long in the shower kind of vaguely horny. contemplate jacking off and then just go on their phone and scroll their little apps. wait until it is not weird to call. and like five hours pass and marc cant sleep and he KNOWS vale is awake bc he's seen the fucked up hairdryer setup like he is AWARE.... and marc needsssss his nine hours of hot girl sleep if hes gonna crush cota like a bug and is getting NOWHERE + hes feeling fucking sorry for himself so gives up. blinks first. and he picks up his phone and calls vale who answers after one ring and starts yammering about the ugly fucking bathroom in his hotel and this and that and the food on the plane and it ISNT sexy except for all the ways that it is and marc is staring over at the empty side of the bed knowingggg vale sleeps naked with this hot thick thing swimming in his chest and he cant STAND IT. so he interrupts. and in a casual little voice that still manages to be demanding he says you know vale you should tell me what you would do. if you were here... and vale likes improv so he does and its crazy. BUT. during phone sex he like. has to reach over and unplug the hair dryer contraption that he needs to sleep and its a stretchhhh from the bed so he nearly keels over and marc is like. laughing and hard and gasping cupping himself trying not to shoot (hot things to marc: funny guys. death sport. people just like him. huh would u look at that) saying like pleaseeee dont die trying to get me off and vale is like if i could die doing ONE THING it would be getting you off... and then he just says fuck it and comes over lmao

[cuntyhunty22]

Good men die too, oh I'd rather be with you.

(Part 2)

Pairing • Joel x reader

Description : read part 1 for full rundown.. reader is dealing with her past along with her blossoming relationship with Joel.. and his family. This chapter is a building chapter to things coming up.. fluffy.. and smutty as hell.

Tags : rough sex, cream pie, slight breading kink, daddy talk, dirty talk, fingering, road head, just lots of smut okay 😂 but fluff. Mention of domestic violence. Slight sexual assault.

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Your eyes open to fluorescent lights and beeping.. your arms are hooked up to machines and you feel like you have been hit by a truck. You look around and no one is in here with you..and that is just enough to make you have another panic attack.. your heart races setting off the machines. Heavy footsteps come your way. Everything is still so blurry and you're so groggy from whatever is in this IV. "Joel. Joel. Is that you. Where are you.!?" Darlin.. I'm here it's okay.. "what happened. All l remember is getting punch, being separated and blackness." Well baby that was 2 days ago... "I have been in here for two fucking days!? What the fuck.." baby slow down. Joel grabs your hand. Everything is .. well it's fine.. he's in jail.. but he's pressing charges.. police wanna talk to you once your better.. you had surgery on your nose because it was shattered.. you have a slight heart murmur which they think is why you passed out.. most likely caused by trauma and stress.. "I got a nose job... hell yeah." He chuckles.. of everything I just told you the nose job is what you wanna talk about.. you silly girl. "Anything else I need to know..?" Hmm.. Joel stares at you.. yeah.. "yeah what..? I don't like the sound of that yeah..." it's nothin darlin.. just when you have been out for two days it scared me and umm I'm not great at this but it just made me come to terms with some emotions.. I think maybe I could love you....

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5 months later

Hot water runs over your body. Today has been a rough day.. you seen your therapist this morning trying your best to heal. Your ptsd has been acting up.. causes your heart murmur to act us as well and that causes you to pass out .you feel like you're constantly questioning if your ex will hunt you.. or your now family down. Thoughts race as you drift off to you don't even know where, then your brought back by a pair of strong hands on your waist and a kiss on your neck.. "mhmmmm hi did you just get home.?" Yes. Walked in, Sarah and Ellie are in the kitchen.. and I heard the water runnin and I couldn't let you shower without me. "Oh my god when did they get here.. Joel is that not weird you're in the shower with me with them out there." Joel starts kissing your neck working his way down. "Babe did your hear-" mhm and he reaches your breasts, gently nipping and sucking, and you couldn't help to let out a moan. "Fuck okay guess not mhmmm" I missed you so much.. Joel kisses go lower from your breast down the stomach inching lower.. his curly hair now drenched from being Under the water. Joel gets on his knees lifting one of your legs so he can get between. "Daddy why don't we skip the foreplay and you just fuck me against this wall." Mhmmm impatient are we.. but no I missed her.. been thinkin about kissin her all day. Joel's tongue sloppily kisses all over your pussy practically submersing himself In it. "Oh my god uhh right there.." you whimper right as you feel an orgasm building. You gon be a good girl and cover me in that sweet squirt. You know I love that baby. Joel then inserts a finger as he sucks on your clit and you just explode. As you are in the middle of your orgasm Joel picks you up shoving you against the wall and his cock inside of you. "You're crazy you know this.. the water is freezing now.." shut up and take this cock. He is furiously thrusting in and out of you. Each thrust your body hits the wall.. you feel guilty because you want to keep a good impression on the girls even though your ages weren't too far apart. (Your late 20s girls 19/20) But he was like a drug. You couldn't get enough of him and he couldn't get enough of you. "Fuck daddy your cock feels so good." I know darlin Joel grunts fuck you are my kryptonite, I'm gonna cum already. " ah oh my god yes fuck me daddy cum in me please fill me up." Joel grunts ash he thrusts into you a few more times and explodes in you. God I'll never get tired of coating that pretty little pussy. He kisses your forehead. I love you. "I love you.. we need to get out now.." no. "Yes we just gave them a show and you promised dinner." Fine let's go. You step out of the shower and Joel smacks your ass. "JESUS CHRIST JOEL. Come on .!" He laughs like a maniac.

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ou both walk into the kitchen, the girls still there gossiping, laughing and just having a great time. Hi Dad Sarah says, hey baby girl. Hi you say to them. Hi! They both reply and you all start just laughing. Joel the girls at school think your a dilf Ellie says. Yeah they ask me all the time if your single Sarah replies.. "oh lawdddd I have competition." Joel looks at you all confused.. wait what's a dilf he asks.. you should tell him Sarah says looking at you giggling. You blush.. "oh my god this is a lot.." you cackle. Well you know the first part of it pretty well Ellie says unable to control her laughter. "OH MY GOD JOEL I TOLD YOU." Wait hold on.. he says.. no one has answered me.. what the fuck is a dilf...

"Daddy I'd like to fuck"

He shrugs. Okay then. He winks at you.

"Well I do have daddy issues."

Everyone laughs.

Joel made dinner, talked with the girls and just had a good family night which was something you weren't used too. After dinner the girls headed out leaving you and Joel alone. You guys decide to curl up on the couch and watch a movie. Your laying on him the same way you did the first time your were ever in this house. Head on his chest. Him sneaking forehead kisses here and there. "Babe..?" Your voice somber. Yes darlin. " I have a question.." what is it honey? " would you ever want another child..?" He shifts around so he can look at you face to face. Do you want a child.? He asks.. " honestly I don't know. It was something that was brought up in therapy today.. with the age gap and then just the trauma I have with both of my parents.. and my past relationships haven't been the best. It's hard to gauge I just don't want to bring someone in to this world to risk them dealing with the things I had to.." you start to tear up. I want whatever you want.. whatever makes you happy that's what I'll do. I made you a promise months ago and I intend to keep that. And if we did bring a child into this world they would be safe.. just like I keep you Sarah and Ellie safe.. I take care of the people I love. "Joel always the Nobel saving the day dilf" shut up and kiss me. "Don't gotta tell me twice, let's go to bed."

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It's about 6am when you open your eyes, the sun beaming in covering Joel in it and it makes him even more beautiful. It lights up his skin, his salt n pepper curls, and it this moment you had to pinch yourself. If you would have thought this was your life hell a year ago you would laugh. Grunts.. mhmm are you starin at me. "Yes you're just so pretty." His eyes flutter open.. pretty.? Darlin I'm old and rugged. You're the one that makes me pretty. "Oh shut up" come and make me shut up. "You horny old man." Joel tackles you, kissing you playfully all over. You can't contain your laughter. "I love you." And I love you darlin. You couldn't believe how easy this was. How it felt like breathing. You didn't want it to end, for it to become complicated. Joel has become everything to you. So uhh.. I have to go work on something with Tommy today okay.. shouldn't be too long.. "Joel I go back to the bar today.." you look at him pale faced like a ghost. You took some time off to clear your head and heal. You objected to it at first because you were practically broke, between hospital bills, therapy, and your ex drained your savings. But Joel said he would take care of you, that you needed time.. but that time is now past and it's back to I guess reality. Shit that's right he replies.. okay I'll finish up there and Tommy and I will come see you.? "Okay.. I'm just nervous.." that's understandable baby girl.. lots of trauma there.. you don't have to go back you know that.. "but I do.. I don't expect you to pay for everything to fully take care of me like I'm some leech sucking out the life of you." Darlin when you mention suckin my mind goes elsewhere.. you laugh.. and that's one thing he was always good at.. making you laugh, giving light to a heavy situation which by looking at him you would have never guessed. "You know what I mean Joel miller." I do and I mean what I said. If you don't wanna go back don't. Your happiness is my priority. He gets up leaving you with a kiss.. I'll see you later okay.. let me know when you leave and when you make it there. " I will.. I love you have a good day." My day will be better once I'm back home with you. I love you.

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The day passes by and you're ridden with anxiety going back to bucks. You're on the night shift tonight and you're not a closer so it should be hopefully an easy night. Today's fit was casual.. Jean shorts, one of Joel's teeshirts you cut to crop it, cowboy boots and your hair in your natural waves that you have adapted to lately. You walk in to the place that was supposed to be familiar but it's not anymore.. it's a place you associate with the past something you've been running from. HEY WELCOME BACK.!!!! Whole bar shouts.! Balloons all around and a cake on the bar. Hey girly how have you been. You look incredible.! Patsy says she's the owners daughter who's been taking over since you took some time off. "I've been good pats.. really good." (Besides the occasional freak outs you get hit with out of no where but you're not gonna say that.) well you look it.! You have this glow about you.. that in love glow.. she nudges you. You laugh. "Yeah that definitely helps.." everyone comes up to you.. asking the same ol questions.. how are you.. how's life.. blah blah blah.. and it's great.. it's good people care but it's overwhelming. You're in conversation with some regulars as the door opens.. Joel walks in flowers in hand, followed by Sarah , Ellie , Tommy and Maria.. and it hits you.. that's your family and god it feels good. Joel gives you space lets you finish your conversation as he goes to that same spot he's sat in for years.. you walk over just like you have in the past.. "hey handsome.." hey darlin. You lean across the bar to exchange a sweet peck. I got you these.. (your favorite flowers black roses purple Lillie's, some baby's breath. The most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen.) "thank you.. they are beautiful." Sarah and Ellie helped.. they said that's you if you were a bouquet and I couldn't agree more. " Mr miller.. you always know what you say.." actually I don't he laughs.. but when it comes to you.. he's cut off by the rest of the family coming over. Hugs exchanged. Jokes made. (The night before mentioned.) so we heard about dilf Joel Tommy jokes.. and the hour shower maria chimes in. "OH MY GOD." Sarah and Ellie giggle. No it's a good thing.. we were worried Joel was gonna become a nun.. Tommy chuckles.. "quite the opposite... okay love you all thank you for coming.. I gotta work let me or patsy know if you need anything." Joel grabs your hand and lays a gentle kiss on it. The night goes on.. it felt good to be back behind the bar.. serving drinks.. joking around with people you have known forever.. felt like a new chapter has began.

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It's about 10 pm and patsy let you go, as she's gonna close. Go enjoy your night with your family honey.. you deserve it.. I'm so glad to have you back. "Thank you pats. Today felt really good." The bar is still pretty full as it's Karaoke night. Ellie and Sarah have taken their turn same with Tommy and Maria. "So old man you gonna sing.." (knowing damn well he isn't even tho every once in a while he will break the guitar out and sing here and there.) humph.. you know better.. "that I do." He smiles giving you another kiss.. whiskey on his breath which makes you think of that night when he first kissed you.. how intoxicating the scent of him was. so you off now.? " I am..." you sit on the bar stole next to him. He grabs your bare thigh, immediately igniting that need. That want. Hey.. patsy says.. some of the regulars wanna buy you some drinks.. go for it Joel says.. let's celebrate tonight. "Tequila soda double with a lime." Tequila.? Joel's eyes light up.. well I know that that means.. "tequila makes her clothes fall off." Sarah and Ellie walk over.. so are you gonna sing they ask you.. " ya know.. I think I might." Drinks keep going back like water.. and it just felt good to let go.. finally feeling up to it, it was your turn to partake in karaoke.

*tap tap* "is this thing on." Everyone laughs because you were just you. The free spirit they knew you to be.

"Okay fuck it lets go." What song did she pick Joel asks the girls.. and they laugh. Dad do you remember that night she tried to teach us to line dance in the back yard.. yes I do.. because that was the first night she looked comfortable being herself. "Anyways here's any man of mine." The song starts playing. You feel the beat and stomp your boots bc you're about to put on a performance. You are really feeling your self dancing all flirtsy and you walk over to Joel and the girls when the party of the song goes I want to hear him say

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, I like it that way, you had the girls be your echo then the followed you to do the line dance part and finish the song. Whole time Joel is just smiling, talking about it with Tommy and Maria. Yall killed it Maria said. We were just moral support.. step mommy was the star Ellie cackled Sarah joined in and gave you a big hug. "ELIIE." Tommy chokes on his beer and Joel just smirks at you.

•

Few more people take their turn and it's getting late.. you run to the bathroom to freshen up.. when you leave the stall Maria is standing there. "Thank you for coming tonight, you have always been so kind to me and I look forward to continuing getting to know you. Likewise she replied.. you really bring out the light in him.. there for awhile he was scaring Tommy and I. Very depressed, grumpy as hell, just in a dark place. Obviously Sarah's mom is absent so it's always just been Joel, he's never been one to really date besides her mother, she did a damper on him. "Not trying to overstep because obviously I'm still learning his past but when was the last time they were a thing." Oh girl it's been years, but she does like to pop in from time to time and mess with his head.. not that I think that's gonna be a problem now. If it's any consolation, you have my vote. You're very much already apart of this family. You and Maria share a hug and walk out back into the bar.. you walk past a group of belligerent drunk boys when one of them decides to smack your ass.. and all you see is Joel move as fast as he can across the bar. "Excuse me what the fuck was that." The boys laughing, one replied you have a fat ass, had to let you know. That's a big mistake Maria says.. both miller brothers standing ready for whatever was about to go down because they don't play about their woman in their life.

•

Do we have a problem here Tommy asks. Joel's eyes dark his jaw is clenched. You look at him and mouth "dont it's not worth it." Nah man we good, ol girl just has a rocking body, in those tiny shorts she knew what she was doing what did she expect. You look at the boy speaking. "If I were you.. I'd shut the fuck up and leave before you cross the line to where you can't handle what would happen next." Maria chuckles. Oh here we go. Oh so she's got a mouth on her too.. Joel takes a few steps forward.. what grandpa? This your little whore.? He still remains silent.. do you speak.? "You don't want him to talk.. so like I said get the fuck out." No maybe I do, the boy now steps closer to Joel and you move putting your self in the in between.. Maria on the other side beside Tommy. Joel takes a breath. Calmly Looks at the guy. You need to leave and don't ever come back.. and if you touch her ever again... dude goes to punch Joel but instead met with bucks fist.. (bucks the owner.) "buck where the hell did you come from!?" All yall git outta here.. now.. buck screams at the boys. You my darlin have been through enough. And Mr miller doesn't need to punch anymore boys. You laugh. "Yeah I suppose you're right." I hate those frat boys anyways.. always causin trouble and never treatin ladies the way they deserve.. like the miller boys do. Thanks buck joel says.. imma come work on the building later this week. Appreciate it Joel.. do me one more favor.. yeah buck? Joel asks. Marry this girl. Give her the life she deserves.

•

After that madness, you decided it was time to go home.. Joel helps you Into to the truck because your pretty tipsy.. he gets in and starts driving .. you just stare at him. Eyes full of lust. You want him. Now. You don't want to wait. Your hand moves to his thigh across to his bulge which is already slightly hard. You gently squeeze, feeling him tense up and his dick twitch. You kiss his neck. Softly until the scent of him takes over. Biting him which entails a grunt from his lips.. Completely taken over. Darlin.. you're gonna make me wreck.. "you don't need to do anything.. just drive." You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his member out of his underwear. So hard it looked like it hurt. You gently pulled on it feeling the weight of it in your hand. Joel grunts. Baby come- you cut him off by inserting him in your moth. Bobbing up and down like your life depended on it. He always takes such good care of you that you wanted to return the favor. Joel growled. Fuck darlin. You mouth feels so good. Your swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking on it, like it was your last meal Joel now has a had full of your hair tugging gently as you work on him. You cup his balls and you take his full shaft in your mouth, knowing this is gonna make you choke but you didn't care you wanted it all. You wanted it to consume you . You chokin on my cock, might be one of my favorite sounds besides the little moans you do when I kiss your sweet spot on your neck.. or the scream when you squirt all over me. You reach up to cover his mouth and instead he sucks on your fingers, and if you weren't wet already there sure as hell a puddle on this seat. I'm pullin over. You pop your head up.. "

. "what?" I need you now. I can't wait. You're literally maybe 5 mins from your house and Joel pulls down this back road that leads to a lake and puts the truck in park. He says nothing, he gets out opens the door grabs your legs and pulls you out. He aggressively un buttons your shorts to find you aren't wearing any panties. Dirty girl.. no panties.. Bend over. He demands.. typically Joel is careful with you because he knows your trauma but this.. this is different.. and you knew how to make it even better. "Bend over why.. we are outside .. oh I don't wan-" (totally playing into his game ) He grabs you, spins you around and shoves your face on to the hood of the truck. You let out a moan. Oh you like that.? "Yes daddy." Arch for me... his fingers grazed over your slick slit leaking all down your leg. Good girl. Baby girl.. daddy needs to be rough is that okay..? You look back. High on lust. "Give me your worst." And the growl that came out of this man's mouth and he shoved his cock into you. No warning nothing. He made you so full that you felt like you could split in half. Joel had his hand on your hips to guide him, to make sure you wouldn't move, thrust after thrust after thrust.. each time hitting your cervix to the point it's making your eyes water but it felt so fucking good. "Ahh.. mhmm.. fuck.." you couldn't even form a sentence. Your cunt is so tight. Squeezing my cock. Fuck. Joel says.. Joel smacks your ass.. and he does it again.. and again.. and you realize he's taking his anger from earlier out on you.. "mhm daddy.. punish me.. take it out on me." He reaches around grabbing your throat, pulling your head back to look at you.. your mine .. ya hear me.. mine.. no one touches what's mine.. growling he looks at you, with his big hand around your throat. Watching you take him, give him the release he needs. Mhm.. I'm obsessed with you he says .. as he squeezes on your throat a bit tighter and that's enough for you to cum all over him screaming as your pussy juices leak down his leg.. did daddy say you could cum..?

You whimper "no.. daddy I couldn't.-" Joel continues obliterating you."oh my god.. fuck.." stay there... Joel grunts pumping harder faster which is not even possible.. "cum for me. Cum in me. Ruin me." And just like that.. fist full of hair a growl that was ungodly he covered your pussy in his seed. Joel turns you around.. and just stares at you.. "what.?" Hands cup your face. You were made for me. Thank you for what you just did.. I know being rough probably triggers things.. "Joel.. this is different.. I'd do anything for you.. be anything for you." I seen that tonight Joel said.. the way you were willing to put yourself in that position in the bar.. and just now.. I can't ever lose you. You consume me. You are my everything. My world . My existence.

•

You made it back home finally. Girls asleep on the couch.. tv still playing . Joel wakes them up so they can go to bed. You get hugs from both of them. And then you make your way to your room. "Hey I'm gonna wash real quick.. join me.?" Always. The warm water covers you as Joel kisses your bare back. "Mhm let's not start this baby.. it's late.." I know he replies.. you could tell in his voice he's tired. I just can't not kiss you. Your bare skin calls to me. You crawl into bed and Joel pulls you into him holding you in his big arms.. "goodnight Mr miler.." mhm night darlin. I love you. "And I love you.

•

*the next morning*

You roll over and the bed is empty.. but the air is filed with the smell of bacon and coffee.. Joel's making breakfast. An alarm on your phone goes off alerting you.. you peek at it.. (fuck you mutter) it was your period tracker.. you are a week late.. You slide on tiny shorts and one of Joel's flannels. STEPMOM.! Ellie says "Ellie it's too early.." you want step momma or milf... "neither.." but you can't help but to laugh.. at the ironicness of it so I'm guessing this is gonna be a running joke Joel asks the girls.. they laugh. No dad we like her.. we really do Sarah says.. that makes tears in your eyes as you walk over to kiss Joel good morning. " hi" hey. He looks you up and down and you already knowing what he's thinking.. you cock your head to the side.. "later.. family time." family time he replies with a kiss to your forehead.

"So what's our plans for the day?" Ellie and I wanna go to the lake down the road.. it's supposed to be super warm today. Sarah says.. "the one like 5 minutes from here.?" Yes that one. You and Joel look at one another as flashbacks from last night surfaced. Dad took me there all the time, when I was little, you should have him take you! Sarah says or we all could go today.! I took her last night actually Joel replied. "Yup it's beautiful." You blush.

The lake at night, that's romantic dad who would have thought.. Sarah jokes. You laugh because you wouldn't necessarily call what you did there romantic. "Very romantic." After breakfast the girls go and get ready.. you decide to clean up since Joel cooked and it was the least you could do before you head to the lake for a family day. you put some music on (wicked games by Chris Isaak) cleaning lost in your mind when hand grab your wait to spin you around. "Mr miller I gotta tell you something.." Darlin...? He kisses down you jaw as you sway to the music, dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life on a Saturday morning.. what could ruin that...

*knock*knock *knock

Ummm... dad... Sarah says.

yes baby girl..

mom is here...

so who's this Joel.. she asks.

(Part 3 coming soon.)

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Epilogue

Word Count: 1,664

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: fluff, swearing, mentions of fake dating, mentions of harassment, mentions of not feeling good enough, self-doubt

I know I got sappy about this in the finale, but it's just hit me now that this is the end of the series!

Again, big thank you to everyone who read, liked, commented and reblogged, I loved hearing your thoughts.

Maybe we will see these two again, who knows?

For now, however, their story has been told and I have loved every second. I hope you all did too!

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The sky above us was dark. Only the stars offered us any light.

It was quiet, peaceful, calm, safe.

It was perfect.

I could hear crickets in the grass around us, offering a break in the silence.

Our phones were off. We didn’t need any distractions.

The silence offered us more time to enjoy eachother, even though we weren’t touching eachother.

Over the last few months, Noah and I were closer than ever. Since we finally confessed how we felt about eachother, it felt as if there was this unbreakable bond between the two of us.

It was like he was my oxygen and I needed him to breathe.

It was like he was the one making my heart beat, pumping my blood around my body.

His hand crept across the grass beneath us and brushed against mine, linking our pinkie fingers together.

I turned my head to look at him.

“Hmm?” I hummed in question.

“Nothin’” He began. “Just love you.” He whispered.

I smiled at him. It felt wrong to speak within the silence, but his words felt so right.

As opposed to responding, I shuffled closer to him and burrowed myself into his side, making myself comfortable in his warmth.

“Stop wiggling and let me hold you.” He whispered with a laugh.

I placed a kiss on his hoodie-covered chest. “Sorry, I’m just cold.” I laughed.

“Wanna go back home?” He asked, pulling back to look at me.

“No.”  I replied in a whisper. “Here is perfect.”

He smiled.

It was perfect.

The wind was soft and gentle, making Noah’s short hair softly blow.

It was nice like this.

“Baby?” He started.

“Yeah bub?” I asked in reply.

“When did you realise that you were in love with me?” He asked.

The question hit my heart hard, shooting back memories of the night I left his house without a word.

“Do we have to talk about that?” I asked, pleading with him to change the subject.

“Baby it’s just a question.” He reasoned.

“I know, but we haven’t talked about that night in so long.” I reminded him.

“Oh.” He replied, catching on to which night I was referring to.

A slightly uncomfortable silence fell between the two of us as we both replayed that night in our minds.

We both had very different reflections of that night.

Both of us spent it wondering how the other felt, but since Stephen told Noah some twisted lie, he never felt the same about it.

It was hard for Noah to separate what Stephen said from how he had felt that night.

“That night was when I first said that I loved you.” I began in a quiet voice before continuing. “But I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you long before that.”

“Oh?” Noah asked, his interest piqued at my statement.

“Yeah.” I replied, more confident in what I was saying. “I think I’ve loved you since I met you partly.”

“Only partly?” He asked.

“I think I could sense that something was there, but I wasn’t sure what.” I explained. “Like I could tell you were special, but I wasn’t sure why.”

“Hmm.” He replied, clearly pondering what I had said.

We fell back into a comfortable silence, entwined in each other’s limbs, gazing at the sky above us.

“How about you?” I asked.

“Hmm?” he mumbled in response.

“How long have you known that you love me?” I pushed.

“Since the day that I met you.” He replied with a smile, his eyes filled with love.

“Really?” I asked, genuinely shocked by his answer.

“Since the moment you walked into Michael’s birthday party, I knew you were the one for me.” He said simply, his eyes reflecting the stars above, creating intoxicating constellations in his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

We lay like that for a while, just staring into each other’s eyes as memories of our friendship flashed across our minds like a movie.

“Noah…” I began in a whisper.

“Yeah?” He replied in a similarly quiet whisper.

“I’m sorry.” I admitted.

“For what?” He asked, seeming genuinely confused as to what I could be apologising for.

I took a breath, trying to steel my nerves as I tried to condense my thoughts.

“Everything.” I began just loud enough to be audible.

“Baby yo-“ He began before I interrupted him.

“No listen. I hurt you and you didn’t deserve it. I toyed with your feelings, I used you, I fucked up our friendship. I feel bad because you’re my everything but I treated you like you meant nothing. All the shit that happened between us, was my fault. That stupid arrangement was all my fault. Not yours. I put us in that position.” I said, getting increasingly angry with myself as I went on.

Noah’s large hands enveloped themselves around my own, drawing me from my thoughts.

“Stop.” He whispered. “I used you too.”

“No-“ I began, before he interrupted me this time.

“I did. I used you because I liked the fact that I got to have you, despite it not being real. Plus you scared off Grace. I haven’t heard from her since that party.” He continued.

That made me smile.

“I used you too and there’s no escaping that. I blamed you for shit you didn’t deserve. Saying that you wanted to be with Stephen? T  hat was a low blow and I’m so disgusted with myself for even thinking that.” He practically gagged saying Stephen’s name, and I didn’t blame him one bit. Stephen was a vile creature. However, hearing his say that he was disgusted with himself upset me.

“It’s okay, you apologised like a million times already.” I giggled.

“Stop laughing, I know, I mean it stop.” He laughed, playfully attempting to cover my mouth.

We continued our playful wrestling for a few more moments before retreating back to cuddling into each other’s arms. I sighed contently, Noah kissed the top of my head.

“I hate to bring up the Satan spawn.” Noah began, with a sigh, rubbing my back lazily as he spoke.

I instantly knew who he was referring to.

“Go on.” I playfully rolled my eyes, making him laugh. God I loved his laugh.

“What happened with him?” He asked.

“Well, A complaint was filed by Wendy, his assistant, for harassment. Apparently, he had been doing it to other employees too.” I said with a sigh. “Gabi and Ashley backed the claim. I think the entire department did actually. Myself included of course.”

Noah tensed as the conversation continued. Something had awoken in his brain.

Stephen was still a sore spot for Noah, especially after what happened at the restaurant. He had been left with a lot of doubt in his beautiful mind, but it had been slowly dissipating over the last few months.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a small, soft voice.

“Why?” I asked, genuinely confused by his apology.

“I feel like I failed you.” He began, his entire demeanour shifting as he spoke. “I wasn’t there for you enough to stop him sooner. He should’ve been fired a while ago. I don’t know, it just feels like there’s more I could’ve done to help you instead of just picking you up from work.”

My heart broke at his admission. I hated it when he spoke like this, like he wasn’t good enough.

“Noah, his behaviour is not on you, there was nothing that you could’ve done to prevent this okay?” I tried to assure him, placing a hand on his bicep and squeezing lightly in an effort to provide him with some comfort.

“Still, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, offering a weak smile in an attempt to convince me, failing miserably. I placed a loving kiss on his cheek, making his smile widen as a blush crept onto his face.

“Jesse literally punched him, there’s literally nothing else that you could’ve done.” I said with a laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.

“I should’ve punched him.” Noah mumbled, burying his face into my neck as he spoke. His stubble tickled my neck, making me erupt in laughter.

“You would’ve killed him, and you would be in jail and I would never see you again.” I giggled.

“Who says I’d get caught?” His god-awful attempt at an ominous voice made me laugh.

He pulled me in close to his chest.

“Idiot.” I laughed under my breath, his own laugh shaking me as I rested my head over his chest.

I could hear his heart beating loudly in his ribcage, slowly overtaking my thoughts as I listened to the steady beating.

We lay like that for even longer. The stars above us shone even brighter than before as the night wore on.

His heartbeat had become the only thing that I could hear now besides the crickets and the gentle breeze against the rustling foliage around us.

If I could, I would stay like this forever, in his arms.

It felt safe, warm, real.

It felt… right. Like I belonged in between his arms.

He held me tightly as if I could slip away from him at any moment. But I wouldn’t, and he knew that. We were both in it for the long hall. Until we’re old and grey. Until we can barely do anything other than look into each other’s eyes and admire the stars above us.

There was no denying it, Noah was the love of my life.

He was my home.

And I was his.

When we were together, everything made sense. It was like that moment when you finally finish a rubix cube that you’ve been trying to solve for months, maybe even years, but when you click those final pieces together, everything just feels whole. Like it was finally were it was supposed to be. It felt right.

Lying in the grass under the night sky like this, we fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Perfectly entwined with one another. Perfectly stuck together.

Just perfect.

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⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt who turns on the heat in the car a little while before you arrive, just so it’s warm and cozy for you when you get in. He loves making sure you’re comfortable and cared for, even in the smallest ways.

"Hmm, Matt, so good here, warm," I say, slipping off my jacket, feeling the heat of the car wrap around me.

"Anything for you, baby," he replies with a soft smile, his eyes lighting up as he watches you settle in, clearly pleased that you're comfortable.

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⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt, who lies chest to chest with you, his bare skin warm against yours, as the two of you snuggle under a blanket.Whether it’s a classic holiday movie playing or gentle Christmas music in the background, his warmth and touch make the moment feel magical and intimate.

Matt slips off his t-shirt, leaving only his boxers on, and with a soft whine, he tugs the blanket away from you. Moving over you, he settles on top, his head resting on your bare chest, and his hands begin to gently explore your stomach beneath the covers. You're both curled up, watching a Christmas movie together in the quiet, cozy atmosphere.

"Are you okay, baby?" You try to check on him, but he stops you, placing a gentle hand on your chest, guiding you back into the bed.

"Just need you," he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection, as he nuzzles closer.

──・୨୧・ ──

⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt who unzips his jacket just so you can come closer, wrapping you up in his coat and holding you tight to keep you warm.

The cold bites at your skin, and Matt notices the way you shiver. Without a word, he unzips his jacket and steps closer.

"Come here, baby," he murmurs, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his jacket around you both.

The warmth of his body melts the chill, and you relax in his hold. "Better?" he asks softly, resting his chin on your head.

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

"Good," he says with a smile. "I’ll always keep you warm."

──・୨୧・ ──

⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt who takes your hands in his, blowing warm air over them and rubbing them gently, smiling softly when he sees your cheeks flush.

"Thank you, Matt, my hands were so cold," you say softly, your voice laced with gratitude as he keeps holding them, his touch warm and comforting.

──・୨୧・ ──

⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt who pulls your beanie down over your ears, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he adjusts it perfectly, grinning when he sees how cute you look.

Is my beanie on straight, Matt?" you ask softly.

"Yeah, it's perfect, princess," he replies, adjusting it just a little anyway, his voice warm and teasing.

──・୨୧・ ──

⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt who lets you decorate the tree exactly how you want, even when the colors don’t really match and it’s not the most perfect design. He just smiles, stepping back to admire it, and tells you how amazing it looks, insisting you did an incredible job, making you feel like it's the best tree ever.

"What do you think, Matt? Is it good?" I ask, moving closer to him.

"It looks amazing, honestly—maybe even better than last yea—" he starts, but is cut off by Nick.

"Uh... not sure about the pink and red combo, though."

──・୨୧・ ──

⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt loves having you in his lap as he sits before the fireplace, feeling you against his skin as he gently rocks into you.

"M-matt".you moan.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your head on his shoulder, his around your waist, his big hands on your ass.

You're not moving fast, but the heat and friction is amazing and you can't help but grind a little harder. Your hips undulate, his thrusts meet yours, and you kiss and touch and caress and just enjoy each other's bodies.

──・୨୧・ ──

⋆ ｡˚ Boyfriend!Matt who puts on Christmas music to cover up any noise when his brothers are home, keeping things private while you share an intimate moment together.

"y-yes" you stutter, breath hitching, trying to keep quiet but it's getting more and more difficult.

"Good. Because I want to be the only one that makes you feel good, like this, love."

His hand slips down from your waist and between your legs, rubbing your clit. Your hand flies up and claps over your mouth to stop yourself from crying out, eyes closing tight as you tremble and writhe.

"Oh, that's a shame, sweetheart," Matt chuckles softly, his tone low, "I love hearing you."

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Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: A bakery au with our Moony. Could be interpreted as muggle/wizard or just a muggle au.

Tags: fluff, reader is one step from falling in love with Remus, coffeeshop, not in a relationship, daydream

A/n: I wanted to post a story in honor of our favorite werewolf's birthday. Its an old story from my a03. I am having major writer's block right now so please forgive me using an old story

Ding.

I look through the window separating the front of the store and the kitchen. A small smile appears on my face as the lanky, yet handsome man in the sweater walks in. Remus Lupin. A caramel latte and a triple chocolate muffin*. I quickly wash my hands and push the door open.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lupin." I greet with a smile plastered on my face. He chuckles as he leans against the counter. "None of that. Remus is just fine, and you know that. We go through this every time." I laugh. "Okay, Remus." His name melted in my mouth as if it was a freshly baked cookie. My heart beats faster. 'I should not feel this way about a customer.' I chastise myself.

"The usual? Or do you plan on trying something new?" He looks up at my chalk board menu, hanging in the wall behind me. My mouth dries. The sunlight casts almost an angelic glow on the man in front of me. The vein in his neck, bulging as he tilts his head to the side. I compel myself to avert my gaze. If he had ever caught me staring, I was almost certain I would die of embarrassment and shame. I wanted to trace his scars and learn about their history. I yearned to know everything about this man. To love him.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look away, hiding my blush. I have to focus. He would think I am a creep if he knew what I was thinking about. I smile up at him. "Sorry, got lost in my thoughts. Did you want to try anything new?" He shakes his head. "Just the usual." He pulls out his wallet, counting the amount of cash needed before I could tell him the total. "Want to talk about what's on your mind?" He asked, handing me the money. I shake my head. "It was nothing important. But thank you." He hums. "Go have a seat, and I'll bring it out to you once it's done." I turn around as Remus goes to his usual seat. I really need to get a hold of myself.

(Daydream)

I was baking in the kitchen early in the morning. The sun hasn't risen yet. Nor has the birds. The streets were empty.

Arms wrapped around me, pulling my focus away from my work. "Good morning, my love " I greet happily. Remus hums and buries his face into my neck. He has never been a morning person. Sometimes I swear he was a night owl, but ran warm. Maybe a wolf?

"You left me in bed all by myself." He grumbled, voice deep with sleep. I laugh quietly, wiping my hands off on my apron.

"I'm sorry my love, but you were sleeping so soundly. I couldn't bring myself to wake you." I turn in his arms, smiling up at his sleepy face. I reach up and brush his hair out of his eyes. "Would you like your coffee?" He nods, pulling me closer by my hips. "Hmm. That does sound good. But I need something first." I giggle leaning up. "And that would be?" I ask knowingly. He leans down, cupping the back of my neck. "My good morning kiss."

I finish up his coffee and grab a fresh, warm muffin. "Here you go Remus." I place it down in front of him with a smile.

"Would you like to join me?" He gestures to the seat across from him. Looking around the store, I nod. "I guess I could spare a few minutes for you." I tease, smirking. I place my apron on the table as I sit across from the customer who held my heart.

"So tell me about yourself?"

We talked for hours about anything and everything. Remus's favorite color is royal purple. He is taking care of an old friend's cat, Crookshank. He eats more chocolate than any normal person. And from what I can tell without him telling me, he was lonely.

I look out the frosty glass window. Maybe I should decorate the windows. "I should be leaving. I've kept you from your job long enough." Remus says, pulling my thoughts from the window back to him. He stands and walks across the table, offering his hand. I blush, taking it. His hand was warm. Just like I imagined. He pulls me up a bit too quickly. I fall onto his chest. I look up hesitantly. His face is red.

"Sorry." He whispers. I shake my head. "I..it's fine." We pull away reluctantly. Remus reaches up and scratches the back of his neck. "I guess I should go." I nod, knowing he was right.

"See you tomorrow?" I ask nervously. He smiles softly, grabbing the doorknob.

"See you tomorrow."

[biggiesnails]

Oh boy! Part two ok here we go!!! How does Sunshine Gal snag herself a Tol Whore of a Wet Rat Man without him getting away? Well…

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The set was over and the little lady had picked up her rainbow blanket, folding it neatly and tucking it under her arm. She didn’t question Eclipse standing around while she took a moment to get her things arranged. In fact, she seemed to take it as a sign that they were now, in fact, Festival Buddies. And once she had her things neatly arranged she beamed up at him expectantly.

“Well… where to next?”

Clip… however… hadn’t quite consciously processed the fact that him standing there seemed to imply that they’d be going to the next venue together *on purpose.*

“… … Next?”

She just laughs at his confused expression and tips her head to one side with an endeared expression while she tugs at the high bun on her head and starts to free a cascade of curls that makes him want to take two large steps away lest he jam his hands immediately into the silky mass.

“Of course, silly. Which band do you recommend next? We could go together, if you’d like some company.”

He scoffs and looks away from temptation, scanning the crowds so he has something else to focus on.

“Pfff. Do I look like I need company?”

That makes her laugh too, though in a muffled way that makes it clear she’s trying very hard not to make it seem like she’s laughing at him while taking a moment to comb through the newly freed locks with her fingers.

“No, I suppose not. But just because you don’t *need it* doesn’t mean a little company isn’t nice sometimes. If you’d rather go your separate way, though, maybe I could at least trouble you for a recommendation before you go? A lot of the bands playing in this next rotation are newer indie bands that I don’t recognize. But you seem to be a man of impeccable taste, so I’d be delighted to hear if you know anything about any of them. Good or bad.”

“Hmm…”

He hazards a peek at her out of one optic. Fans in his chassis whirring loudly, but just barely under the background noise level of all the other people chatting around them as they head toward the next stage to get good seats, even though it’ll be another 30 minutes before they play. And that’s where he manually throttles them at (internal core temperatures be damned) lest his fluster over her sticky sweet smile be discovered.

“Guess I do have pretty good taste. Alright. Well… The Back Stagers* playing on the north stage suck ass. High school noobs with autotune. Not worth your time. West stage wasn’t even worth remembering for this rotation. And if you stick around here you’ll get a bunch of Beatles wanna-be’s.”

((*note: I really hope The Back Stagers isn’t really a band I’m just gonna be making up stuff for the sake of the pretendsies music festival and if every band name I google comes up with a match I’ll be here all week. If the Back Stagers is really a fr band I’m sure they’re lovely!))

Her smile grows, sly and knowing, as he concludes his analysis of the next rotation of bands. “Well fiddle-sticks. Then I guess that means the only stage worth finding a seat at is gonna be the East stage then, huh? You wouldn’t happen to be heading there next, would you?”

“What’s it to ya?” He sniffs, equal parts pleased and panicked that it seems he might have been a little too obvious in which direction he’s headed next. His new friend just gives him a playful smile and reaches up onto her tippy toes to boop the center of his faceplate, even going to far as to *say* ‘boop’ when she does it.

“Then tag! You’re it!”

She giggles while he sputters and flails at being touched unexpectedly on the part of his face plate where the tip of his ‘nose’ is carved, even though that space is really closer to being right beneath his left optic rather than in the middle of his face where a more human nose would be. By the time he’s righted himself, her bouncing curls have disappeared into the crowd and he cannot *believe* he feels half-obligated to follow through on the challenge. He could catch her instantly, of course. He’s all leg after all. But the bristling allergic reaction he has to following through on childish, lame, dumb baby stuff like this (where people can see him) keeps him rooted in place for a few seconds. Dusting off his jacket. Making himself look very busy with getting his hood to lay just right behind him.

And then, and only then. When any soul who may have possibly witnessed him being accosted by such an endearingly cute action has likely moved on… does he finally start walking east. Leisurely pace. Devil-may-care attitude. Hands stuffed in his pockets.

And an eagle eye out for a particular set of bouncing curls headed for the east stage.

He gets there eventually. Not that he was rushing or anything. Because he wasn’t. He just has long legs, and a long stride. And optics that can zoom several times past what any human can. So it makes sense for him to make a beeline for the telltale flash of a rainbow blanket being spread put on the grass a few feet closer to the stage than he might have chosen for himself, but still uncannily close to being in the perfect spot for getting the best audio quality for his mechanical systems to process.

The bastard in him can’t help but saunter up behind her quietly and tap her once on the wrong shoulder, making her turn once to the left before she turns again with a confused expression to the right. But he’s moved, keeping his bean-pole body directly behind her with a cheeky grin. He tap on the left side again, following expertly as she turns a full circle this time with a small noise of confusion. Finally, he taps on her right shoulder, and this time she turns left instead, catching him with a quick jerk of her head in the opposite direction of his tapping. The quick motion *does* allow her to catch him, but he also catches a face full of long curls. And in his sputtering to get the strands out of his mouth, his rays (also caught in the net of silk strands) retract.

“Oh!”

“Pbth! Bleh!”

It’s a chaotic moment that freezes as soon as she hisses in discomfort as his jostling and sputtering yanks a little too hard on her hair, and he instinctively locks his joints. He’d go pale if he could, but he can’t. Instead his rays just retract harder, which ends up tugging her closer as she follows the direction she’s being pulled.

“Ooh! Oh dear! Hang on… I think I’m tangled…”

“S-sorry… uh…” there’s a bit more subtle panicked flailing as their faces are quite close now, and Clip can just barely process the silver lining that her eyes are pinched closed with physical discomfort now that her hair is quite stuck in his rays because if he had to look into her eyes from this close he might just extend his claws and cut the strands right then and there.

“J-just hold still… I’ll… uh…”

He fumbles a bit, kneeling down to avoid pulling more. Then he manually extends his rays one by one, and blindly the two of them work on gently extracting the strands from his internal mechanisms. It’s mortifying, honestly, but once the tugging is down to a careful minimum his new friend just starts giggling.

“Karma sure is quick to act,” she jokes, and Clip rolls his optics.

“Not my fault you have 17 yards of hair, Rapunzel,” he gripes, freeing a few more chunks. She just giggles again and her deft little fingers dip gently and carefully into the open track for his rays to extract the last tangle of hair.

“Maybe the updo should have stayed. My fault for ‘letting my hair down’ for once, eh?”

Clip squeezes his eyes closed at the unfamiliar intrusion feeling quite uncomfortable about the whole affair, and says the first thing that comes to mind to try to deflect around the awkwardness building in the pits of his motherboard.

“You know if you wanted to get up close and personal, you could have just asked.”

… Nailed it.

And ‘Rapunzel’… just laughs again. A pretty blush staining her cheeks as the last of her locks finally pulls free and Eclipse can spring to his feet like he’s been stung by a bee. “To be fair, you started it! You were teasing me!”

Eclipse takes a second to focus on bobbling his rays in and out to make sure no errant strands are stuck in his gears, an automatic scoff on his lips while he tries valiantly (and unsuccessfully) to move the ghost of her delicate hands on his rays and just barely inside his casing into the recycle bin in his programming.

Oh that’s gonna haunt him for a *while…* he begrudgingly acknowledges once it seems clear that there’s a few loose strands caught in the gears. Not anything that’ll cause him harm. Just enough for him to feel it tickling in places he’s not used to feeling things.

He startles at the feeling of a very gentle little touch on his arm, and he looks down at ‘Rapunzel’ with wide eyes while she looks up at him with earnest concern. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He grimaces, and it comes out a little more like a sneer than he means for it to. “Me? Pfft. I’m not exactly delicate, you know. I’ve survived a lot worse than you.”

He internally curses himself, as that does come out a little meaner than he meant. But she merely nods in response and looks relieved that he isn’t hurt. “Oh phew. I was getting worried there for a second. If you’re alright… then… is there anything I can do to make up for getting you all tangled up?”

“You could take me home tonight,” he says before he can actually process the words. And it takes everything he has to keep his internal screech as an inside thought as much as his visceral need to go find a metal pole to bang his faceplate against several dozen times.

His new friend blinks in surprise, processing his words, before bursting out laughing. A real blow to his pride. What little he has. But before he can turn heel and bolt for the fenceline she takes his hands and gives him a painfully warm smile. “Do you not have anywhere to sleep for the night tonight? I didn’t exactly bring a tent or anything with me either, so do you need a place to stay?”

“Maybe…” he admits, deciding he can’t physically bear the thought of trying to say anything more than that for a few more moments. Lucky for him, that seems to be all that needs to be said. She squeezes his hands with a warm grin.

“Well… I don’t really make a habit of inviting men back to my place so soon after meeting. But if you don’t have a place to stay tonight then maybe I can make an exception. Couch surfing has to be better than wet grass, yeah?”

“Not always, but whatever,” he deflects, extracting his hands before her body heat soaks into his joints any further than it already has. “It’s just supposed to rain tonight… so…”

She giggles and waves him over to her blanket, bidding him to join her on it this time. “I can imagine. Fellow like you probably needs to be careful of getting too wet, eh?”

“Nah. Waterproof,” Eclipse responds, grabbing the blanket (with her on it) and tugging it backwards four feet. ‘Rapunzel’ squeals and laughs as he does so, delighted to be along for the ride. And when he lets go to plop down on it, she gives him a breathless smile.

“Satisfied with this superior location now?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”

She giggles at his assessment and takes a few moments to put her hair back up in it’s smart bun, a whole process of smoothing and gathering and twisting that Clip ignores purposefully, just in case anyone he knows happens to be here and look his way.

Perhaps he can’t really be blamed if he doesn’t actually remember much from the next set of performers to come up on stage. After all, how could he while he’s dealing with the distracting tickle of a few errant, long strands of hair tangling themselves just a little tighter into his gears.

GUH. PART TWO!

ohfhhfishcjsisjbthis is so silly and cute. I love clip getting embarrassed about being goofy in public, I want to punt him into a wall

Got crazy second hand embarrassment from the hair getting caught, still adorable and funny though. Also the hair fully catching and staying in his head, ough..

Himb!!!