#I think he flipped over a mattress that was bothering him and sat on it

[rouge-wall-enthusiast]

Wow, could that be Marvin having a bad time?

Gift of Marvin, back in the Mattress infested swamps of Sqornshellous Zeta, for @gay-r0b0ts

Happy holidays!

[xetswan]

The Switch Of Daylight- Reincarnate pt. 1

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[five] [six] [seven]

Bella was currently getting ready for the night of shopping with Jessica. I sat in her chair, watching her. She obviously was forcing herself to do this but I was proud nonetheless. I know how much this is probably taking out of her. She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed. “What?” She suddenly speaks and I tilt my head. “What?” I repeat back to her. “Why are you looking at me like that.” She questions me. “Because I can?” I stand up, smiling in an annoying way on purpose. “Well, knock it off weirdo.” She throws a pillow at me from her bed, which was easily caught in my hands. I gently toss it back onto the mattress. “Shouldn’t you get going? That movie is in like 30 minutes.” I point out to her, changing the subject.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice.” She lets out a loud sigh, messing with her hair before grabbing a few things. “Uh, do you think you can come with?” She asks, a hand in her back pocket. “Jessica might get upset if I tag along.” I start to think about it. “More the reason to come, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders as Bella rolls her eyes trying to hold back a laugh. “C’mon, [Name].” She shakes her head, she turns her lights off and we head out.

We exit a theater, just getting done watching some Zombie film, I wasn’t really paying attention. A smell was bothering me the entire time and I couldn’t even tell what it was. “I don’t get why there are so many zombie movies.” Bell states out loud, and it sounds kind of muffled at first when she speaks. “It’s, like, a metaphor? For crass consumerism or something.” Jessica says and both Bella and I glance at her then at each other. “Not that you’d know anything about consuming, Bella. You didn’t buy anything. Surprisingly [Name] did.” Jessica announces, slightly lifting my bag that holds a few clothing pieces. “I bought something.” Bella argues. “Socks don’t count. ‘Course I was surprised you even called.” The girl says truthfully. “I’ve been kind of out of it.” Kind of? Girl was in mourning. “Kind of? I mean, at first I was worried. Then I’m like okay, she’s still bumming? It’s not like I wasn’t going through things too. Like Mike deciding he wanted to “just be friends?” That was really hard and…” Wow… way to make things about herself, Jesus Christ. “How ‘bout a ride girls?” A guy questions from across the street. “How about you fuck yourself?” I flip him off, Jessica and I start to walk off, listening to the guys whistle and talk about my little comment. “Come on.” Jessica tries to pull on Bella to follow with us. “I know them… I think.” Bella mutters and my eyes widen then give her a dirty look. “Bella Swan, come on right now.” I fold my arms. “Can we just go-“ Jessica pulls at her arm but it’s shrugged off. “I want to see something.” Bella walks away from us. Jessica and I watch my sister go up to these guys and I notice her heart speeds up and then for split seconds it has a weird beat to it. Her body stops realizing something. I don’t listen to the guys speak, just focusing on Bella’s movements and her heartbeat. Bella climbs onto the bike and I stiffen up .”Bella!” The bike already went to a movement and then I hear Bella tell the man to wait. Then she screams at him to stop and he does so, of course with a stupid ass comment. She scrambles off and comes back up to us. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jessica storms up to Bella, meeting her halfway. I pinch my nose bridge shaking my head. “I saw something.” Bella was really just speaking to herself. “You are insane. Or suicidal.” Jessica walks in front of us. I observe my sister. “The more dangerous… the more real it was.”

“So, what, you’re like an adrenaline junky now? Go hang-gliding or bungee-jumping. Don’t be a complete freak.” Jessica tells my sister and Bella looks over at me to which I shake my head at her. “That was not okay.” I point to her chest, walking ahead with Jessica.

The next day I decided to do some research on a few things. I guess Bella went to the rez. I would’ve gone if it wouldn’t have been awkward around Sam now. Charlie’s been getting phone calls from Sam every two hours it seems. He’s been practically begging me to just answer it but I have nothing to say to the guy. I scrolled on my laptop, trying to find the myths of the Quileute tribe. Only to find the same ones over and over again about werewolves. I rolled my eyes, accidentally slamming the laptop closed, standing up as I do so. “Shit.” I mutter, I’m gonna have to go to the library the Quileute people have. And usually I get stares from the older generations because they can sense what I am somehow.

Placing my hands on my hips I think about what I’m going to do. Staring at the window I could sneak out of or just tell my dad the truth about where I’m going. I close my eyes and listen in on my dads heartbeat from the other room. It was steady and slowed. Definitely sleeping. That means I have about an hour until he wakes up to try to figure out dinner or whatever. I hurry out of the window and get my motorcycle. Since it’s going to make noise I glance around to see if anyone would be outside. Seeing as it’s clear I rush it down the road before starting it up and speeding down. Hearing the roar of it speed up made me think back to the feeling of jumping off that cliff. The little things that almost make me feel human.

I had to snap out of my thoughts before I get carried away and forget where I was going. Pulling into a parking spot I stared at the building in front of me. Bella said she went here before when she was trying to find out about the Cullens before. I got off my bike and slowly made my way to the building, looking around feeling something watching me. Trying to shake the feeling, I enter the library with a smile. The lady at the front desk goes to smile back but once she looks at me directly her face falls slightly. “Do you have any books on the myths of the incarnates?” I speak up, patiently waiting for her to calm herself down. “Yes, who is it for?” She questions me to which I raise a brow to. Taken a back obviously. “Myself? I am interested in knowing more about them.” I try to give her a smile again but she just gives a dirty look, walking to the back. Knowing she’s not going to want me to follow I just stand still. Moments later she comes back with two books in hand. “Here, books are usually taken out for two weeks, most I can give is maybe three. Unless you’re looking to purchase.” She doesn’t look me in the eye anymore. I figured that’s the response I would’ve gotten. I’m not an idiot. “Two weeks is fine.” I tell her. “Name.”

“[Name] Swan.” I can be just as short too but that’s not how I am. I stick with my sickly sweet attitude and still have a smile on my face. These people obviously have their myths for a reason. I’m not upset that she’s treating me like this because I have no idea the extent of what the vampires have done to her ancestors and others. “Email.” I give the rest of my information out to her and tell her to have a goodnight as I leave. Barely getting a mumble out in return.

I get on my bike, still feeling this odd sense of being watched I look around again. What the hell is going on? I speed off, going around people who decide they should walk in the middle of the road and not on the side walks. Of course getting middle fingers, I do it back.

Getting back to the house I sneak back into my window, hearing my dad’s heart beat still slow and steady I know he hasn’t even woken up. I close my window and turn on my bright ass light that’s on my ceiling. I stare at the books that now lay on my bed, wondering what I’m even going to find out.

I opened the first one. It’s definitely older. I feel like I shouldn’t even be able to hold this in my possession. My eyes scan the first page. The title sending shivers down my spine, “Reincarnate of Gods.”

For hours I read each page, observed each picture, reread many lines and paragraphs. Listening to my sister come through the front door didn’t even faze me. Along with my dad coming into my room numerous times just to stare at me. Not one word was said to me. Not even for dinner for some reason. Maybe he thinks I’m reading for school. Who knows.

I started writing down the information I was getting from the books as well. Knowing that I’m going to have to speak with Billy Black after this. There’s no way I can understand most of this on my own. Like how it says it’s a descendant from the Gods then to the Quileutes. I’m confused to say the least.

I then should’ve been an incarnate for Wolves. And if that’s true I can’t be a vampire. And I am. Most definitely am.

Sorry Tumblr is acting up I had to delete the last one. This one’s editing is a little worse but there’s really not much I can do🙄

[russellsppttemplates]

mick smut (if you’re open to it): you complain that your neck and shoulders are sore when you come home from work and mick offers to give you a massage. that doesn’t last long before you’re both in bed and well …

Note: I've only posted two big pieces with smut in them, and while I love reading it, I don't think I'm that good at writing it. Still, a blurb seems less daunting to post! Also, I have the worst shoulder/neck pain right now so...

Cw: reader has muscle pains, smut

The minute you got home, Mick could tell something was bothering you, "what's the matter, liebling?", he wondered, kissing your lips as Angie sat by your feet, waiting for your usual greeting, "my neck and shoulders hurt", you groaned, letting him take you in his embrace and rest there for a bit, "Oh, Angie, baby, mama will pet you, just-", you hissed, touching her snout briefly, "That's as much as I can right now, babygirl", you pouted.

"Go and have a warm shower, okay? I'll finish dinner and I'll be upstairs when you finish to give you a massage, how does that sound?", he added as you nodded.

When the shower stopped running, Mick cleaned his hands on the kitchen towell and headed to your shared bedroom, finding you in your towell, "I have this cream here, it's supposed to help", you showed him the pot as he gestured for you to lay down chest facing the mattress.

"I'm going to this on your back to make you feel better, okay? If I hurt you, let me know, liebling", he said sweetly before you nodded, pushing the towell away from your back so he could give you a massage, "I'm sorry you feel like this", he said sincerely, kissing your bare skin as he followed along with his hands, rubbing in the product as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

The sweet lingering touches turned into more as he started kissing around your shoulders and neck, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe, "we can try another ways to release endorphins and soothe the pain", he checked with you before flipping you over.

Arranging the pillows how he knew you would be the most comfortable, “if anything I do hurts you, let me know, okay?" he checked over once again as you pulled on his t-shirt, "take this off", you whispered, enjoying the show as he undressed all in one go.

He knelt on the mattress, his lips kissing from yout lips to your chest, his hands on your chest as his thumb grazed your boobs, making you take one of the hands you had in his hair and place it on your boob, "it feels really good here, it's a good distraction", you muttered as he squeezed, taking from the way you whined pleasurably that it was feeling good for you.

"All good?", he checked in, his hand going to the spot between your legs that ached to be touched, his fingers circling your clit has he groaned, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingers, testing how you should move your body to meet his movements, "don't worry, liebling, I'm going use my fingers here", he said as his thumb circled your entrance, your faint mutter of an affirmative answer urging him on, "you're doing so well for me, so so so good", he praised when he felt your hand looking for his, lacing your fingers together in his as his other hand continued its ministrations, adding a second finger when he saw how well you were responding to his touches, your moans and leg squirms indicating that you were close, "you can come whenever you want to, darling", he said, unlacing your fingers and going back to your nipples, hoping the extra stimulation would bring you over the edge.

"Mick, I'm going to cum", the words tumbled from you as you did, your eyes closed as your expression looked like pure bliss to your husband. When you opened your eyes, heat rose to your cheeks as you realised you came in a very short amount of time while Mick was still fully dressed, your eyes landing on his penis before he supported his weight on his arms on the mattress on either side of you to kiss your forehead.

"It doesn't hurt that much, if you're willing to do most of the work, I'll be fine", you giggled, pulling his hips to meet yours, his arms supporting his body on either side of yours so he could finally slide inside you, his thrusts building their speed as Mick held you closely to his body, kissing your lips and mumbling praises to eachother, “I love you”, he muttered into the skin, "you're always so good to me", you groaned back as you felt his high coming soon.

Moving his hand to your clit, Mick circled the bundle of nerves to get you there too, feeling your walls squeeze him as he muttered announcement that he was close, the both of you cumming as his hand moved to caress your tummy.

A few minutes after, Mick scooted away from you so he could face you, "Did it help in anything?", he said as he caressed your cheeks, his lips going straight to your lips to steal a peck, "I feel really good, better than any painkiller", you giggled as you snuggled further into his chest, "thank you handsome".

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

ᝰ 18:29 PM — c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): f2l, fluff. wc: ~1k. warnings: mention of politics in a jokey way. an: i had this thought after reading People We Meet On Vacation and a tweet mocking beomgyu’s seemingly endless plaid shirt collection. enjoy!

you tear open your best friend’s wardrobe and your face twists in dread. you fix your hands on your hips and twirl to face him.

“you’re kidding me, right?”

“what?” he replies, not looking up from the book he picked up beside him. the book you had been reading and subsequently tossed upon realizing the time, jostling him awake. realizing he was deflecting. like he was still doing now.

you observe him. he’s wearing a black t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans cuffed at the bottom. you guess that he totally intended on just throwing one before he left. if he ever intended on getting off his butt.

you roll your eyes, “why do you have so many plaid shirts? you’re going to bring her home after your date and she’s going to think you’re a serial killer.”

he doesn’t answer. instead, with sleepy eyes he continues to flip through the book. he lifts it above his head, turns it in every direction like it’s some code he’s trying to crack, and then tosses it back to its place. it’s like he’s trying to piss you off.

“beomgyu!” you half yell, half groan. he leans back, resting his elbow on the mattress and perches his head in his hand. he regards you with a lift of his eyebrows, and you wonder if he’s actually being nonchalant or just an ass.

“you said your date’s at seven-thirty. that’s in round about an hour from now. and all you have in your cupboard, are plaid shirts.”

he looks as if he’s confused to what the problem is. “what if she likes plaid shirts. we’d get along pretty well then. you like my shirts.”

ofcourse, he makes a perfectly valid point. you love his plaid shirts. he wore them well, and whenever you got cold he gave them to you to swim in. no literally, they sat on you like a dress. and it has never bothered you that he always wore them, but you were worried his date would make the biggest mistake of her life and underestimate him.

you sigh, not in complete defeat. not yet. you were no quitter. you crawl back onto his bed, and he adjusts himself so you can sit in the same position you were before: head in his lap while he reclines against the pillows. he smells like fabric softener, and lavender, and the cologne that drove you nuts.

“no one dresses that causally on a first date. especially with someone like kim haram. she’s practically an angel.” its no wonder she wanted to go out with you.

he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. he touches a strand of your hair and brushes it from your face. “why is this so important to you anyway, it’s just one date. who’s to say i’ll bring her home anyway. who’s to say i’ll even want to sit for the full duration. who’s to say she’ll want to?”

you shoot up, like he’s just told you Hogwarts isn’t real, and scowl. “don’t you give me that,” you jab a finger at him, “you’re so much more wonderful than your wardrobe suggests; she’ll be head over heels before you know it!”

he grins, the corners of his eyes creasing and whisker-like dimples form on his cheeks. your heart feels as if it could burst. it was no secret that your best friend had the prettiest smile in the universe. you were pretty sure that smile could turn trump into democratic putty. beomgyu was nonpartisan by the way.

a small part of you wishes you could keep it to yourself forever. the smiles of this sleepy, plaid-wearing boy.

“what if i were to say i’d ditch the date if it meant we get to marathon marvel movies until sunday,” he says, smile never faltering, fingers still gently brushing through your hair.

your heart leaps and your cheeks burn a shade of pink you hope he’ll never notice. if he does, he doesn’t say anything.

you bite your lip, “stop being a wuss. she’ll love you. like i do. except in a wholly unplatonic way.” his eyebrows crease and you swallow deeply, choosing to focus on the ceiling now instead of his face. “plus, you hate marvel.” you mumble.

he’s quiet for a beat and you pray he says anything, because your heart is racing and, in the quiet of his room, you’re afraid he’ll hear it.

you sneak a peek at his face, and he looks as if he’s thinking– hard. like he’s weighing what he wants to say in his mind before he says it, and all you can think is that you wished you could see what was on his mind.

“i like how it looks on you.” he says finally, softly, almost like he’s unsure if he wants you to hear it.

you’re confused though, not a clue what he’s talking about. “huh?”

his fingers slip from your hairline to the side of your face, and he runs his thumb across your cheekbone softly. there is an aching in your chest, but you tuck it away quickly, aware and afraid of it.

“i love how my shirts look on you.” he says, his voice a little firmer this time, soft, silvery locks skirting the brown eyes boring into yours. “that’s why i have so many of them. i think of you whenever i see them, and then i buy them.”

your heart combusts at the confession, and the emotion you forced away comes bubbling to the surface. you bring your hand over your face, hiding the gigantic, teeth-showing, smile that stretches across your face.

you peek at him through your fingers, and he looks down at you with the sweetest smile you ever saw him wear, light shades of rose dusting his cheeks and ears.

a gentle breeze slips in through the window, and his windchime chimes softly. the golden hour catches the side of his face as he leans down and places a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“and an excruciatingly long movie marathon, of movies– you’re right, i don’t care for, sounds alot more appealing when you’re curled up with me.”

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[whorekneecentral]

Can you pretty please give us you being an employee for Mercedes and having grown really close to Lewis during your time working there, and one night you’re alone in your hotel room trying so hard to get yourself off after a long day of being sexually frustrated between Lewis’ teasing and seeing how hot he (and his massive bulge) looks in his race shit. But while masturbating you didn’t realize that you accidentally called Lewis and he’s been listening to you while simultaneously getting himself off. And when you realize this, you’re all embarrassed and on the verge of freaking out until he soothes you and let’s you know that he’s on his way to your hotel room so you can be fucked properly 😌

And cue you both being in for one hell of a night 😮‍💨

okay pur this is so hot, how did this get buried in my inbox ?? - part two

His press officer followed him everywhere. Everywhere Lewis was, you followed behind. Not just because it was your job but because you actually liked the guy. 

You and Lewis got on well, you had the same sense of humour, got along outside of track, your personalities complimented each other. 

Everyone seemed to notice that; the fans commenting on how sweet you and Lewis were. 

A picture of you two went viral, Lewis give you his coat as the rain came down, holding the umbrella over the two of you as you walked back to the Mercedes hospitality together. Lewis’s coat swallowed you whole, the jacket too long and too big on him so it basically covered all of you. 

It was late in the afternoon when you got back to the hotel, Lewis driving the two of you back. 

Once again, you were wearing his coat because you left your sweater in your room that morning. The driver walks you to your door, you give him back his coat. “Thank you.” you smile as you hand it back to him. 

“No worries, sweetheart.” Lewis rests a hand on your arm, “sleep well.” 

“You too,” you step into your room and shut the door. You were exhausted, quali was washed out by the rain, the media in a frenzy about the starting grid. 

Lewis didn’t bother changing before press today, his racesuit hanging off his hips as he spoke to the reporters. His black fireproofs clinging to his body. The image engraved in your mind as you dropped yourself on your bed, you stretch and relax into the mattress. 

You just needed to relax for a bit before doing some work for tomorrow. 

Your white shirt smelled like Lewis’s cologne; strong and manly. Your head was swirling, next thing you know, your hands are between your legs. 

The phone on the bed was unlocked, you didn’t even realize with all the shifting, you had accidentally called someone.  

Lewis was confused when your name popped up on the screen, he sits on his bed before he answers. “Y/n?” he asks, the line was quiet. Lewis calls you name again before he realizes what had happened. 

You called him by accident. 

Just as he was about to hang up, he heard a faintest moan. Surely he heard wrong. 

There’s no way you’re - “Lew,” you breath, your voice light and airy.

You were touching yourself.. on the phone with him... to the thought of him? 

No, his ears were deceiving him. There’s no way in hell he’s hearing right. 

“Lew - oh, like that.” You mumble, your back arching slightly, the knot in your stomach tightening. 

Lewis sat quietly on the other end of the line - it was wrong to listen but he couldn't pull himself away. 

To hear his name fall from your lips like that was like heaven on earth. 

The sound slipping past your lips was angelic, his cock twitches just at the sound. He can’t help but think what you would feel like wrapped around him.

You were laying there, catching your breath when you heard him call your name. Your blood run cold, unsure if your mind is playing a trick on you. 

“Y/n,” you hear again, you flip the phone that was tossed on the bed over. Lewis’ name on screen, 12 minutes into the call. 

“Lewis, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to call you, I hope you don’t think I'm-” “Sweetheart, I’m coming over.” He cuts you off and you sit up, confused. 

“What ?” You ask him. You can hear the shuffling on his side. “You can’t think I would listen to all of that and not fuck you afterwards.” Lewis tells you, walking down the hallway to your room. 

Before you could protest, there’s a knock on your door.

“Open the door,” he tells you over the phone, waiting for you to come and do it. 

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

CIX “Getting caught in the act”

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Not requested but needed to do something to get out of my funk. Stream CIX’s comeback!!!

BX/Byounggon: 

It was like you two were the only one’s in the world, Byounggon’s hands in your hair and holding your face close to his. His eyebrows were furrowed, gently rocking his hips up into you. Soft groans spilling from his lips as you whimpered, tightening the grip of your legs around his waist. 

Seunghun had long texted him, giving him the warning that he was on his way back because he knew you were around. Assuming that he had given you both enough time to get decent. However, Byounggon didn’t even care about his phone. Now flipping you over and pressing you into the mattress, kissing you deeply.

Byounggon could feel you getting close, your sounds picking up along with his pace. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He complimented, looking at the way you were falling apart for him. “You two really need to look on your phone’s more.” Neither of you had anticipated a 3rd voice in the mix, Byounggon’s head whipping around to see Seunghun standing in the door way. 

You scrambled to cover yourself as Byounggon shooed his roommate away. “It’s not my fault, I tried to warn you!” You heard Seunghun laugh as you tried to stifle your own. You didn’t feel as bad, because Byounggon took the brunt of it. But when he came back, he sank into your touch and burried his face into your chest. 

“I’m so embarrassed, I even heard my phone but decided to ignore it. You felt too good.” 

Seunghun:

You didn’t think you could get anymore turned on than now, face down in the couch pillows with your ass in the air. Seunghun’s hands gripping your waist before leaning forward to whisper in your ear as he fucked you roughly. “You like this don’t you?” He asked and you could hear that he was smiling. All you could do was whimper and grip the sheets, the worry you had in your mind earlier about possibly getting caught totally gone. 

No, all you could think about was how good he was making you feel and that you felt totally and utterly cock drunk. You were whining and whimpering with every thrust and word, even Seunghun felt like he was losing it. So much so he didn’t hear the door opening. 

“Jesus Christ Seunghun you have a room.” Jinyoung’s voice sounded nearly unbothered. Seunghun’s hips stuttered, pulling out of you and helping you cover up quickly. “Where’s the fun in that?” He retorted as Jinyoung simply walked away to his room. He had the decency to not look at you as you sat with flushed cheeks, nearly completely bare on their couch. 

“I told you someone would walk in!” You smacked Seunghun’s bare arm as he tried to hug you. He feigned injury, though went to hold you anyways and kissed your forehead. He genuinely felt bad but he was down too bad for you to care, it didn’t seem like Jinyoung did much. 

“Didn’t seem to bother you earlier.” 

Yonghee: 

You had totally been swept up in the morning atmosphere, that and the fact that Hyunsuk went home to visit his family. It had left Yonghee’s shared room, empty and you were simply enjoying it. Your hands splayed over Yonghee’s chest, his head thrown back into the pillows and his hands guiding your hips over his own. 

Yonghee’s hands pulled you down, flat against his chest and he smiled at you. You couldn’t help but reciprocate before kissing him, feeling him buck his hips into you. Humming in content as he fucked into you, you were to wrapped in eachother to notice that Hyunsuk came home early. 

He hadn’t planned on coming home early, but he didn’t think it would be a big deal either. He also didn’t think he would find his roommate in such a compromising position. Opening the door, letting out a shriek and shutting it again. You had never moved so quickly, scrambling off of Yonghee and pulling the blankets over your body.

“Are you okay?” Yonghee asked, cradling your face at it heat up in embarrassment. He was embarrassed too but that wasn’t important, the way you were feeling was important. “I’m fine, I’m fine just a little embarrassed.” You said and pulled the sheets over your head so that you could laugh it out slightly. Yonghee joined you, kissing your forehead before jumping out of bed and heading for the door. 

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” 

Jinyoung: 

Jinyoung wanted you to see and feel everything, gripping your hair and forcing you to look down at where you were connected. “You see that, you see how good I am making you feel?” He asked, not quite expecting an answer from you other than whimpers. Your nails scratching down his back and moans out of control. 

Jinyoung loved seeing you like this, so fucked out that you couldn’t even form words. It nearly made him proud of himself, he didn’t care who could hear you at least that was what he thought. When you have a room to yourself, you don’t quite expect your housemates to wander in. 

Yonghee had been wearing headphones, reviewing lines from a script when he realised he needed to borrow something from Jinyoung. With no idea what was happening in the room, he wandered in. “Hey!” Jinyoung yelled, making Yonghee look up. You watched his groupmates eyes go wide as Jinyoung blocked you from sight. 

Yonghee turned around, his back facing you both as he furiously apologized. “It’s fine, just leave!” Jinyoung yelled, not caring about the apologies and simply wanting his previous privacy. Yonghee stumbled walking out of the room and you burried your face into the pillows, the embarrassment slowly setting in. Jinyoung dropped his body weight on top of you, cupping your cheeks in the process as he settled between your legs again. 

“You okay to carry on? Or do you want to stop and watch a movie or something?” 

Hyunsuk: 

He had discovered that he adored the feeling of having you trapped under him, or between him and the wall. His sheer size being enough to keep you there, he absolutely adored it. Especially now, as his hand was clasped over your mouth and his hips pistoned into yours. You were caged between him and the wall and Hyunsuk was doing everything in his power to drive you absolutely nuts. 

You were gripping onto his shoulders, trying not to make to much noise as you knew his members were on the other side of the wall and Hyunsuk could see your effort. It left him smiling down at you gently, such a contrast to the number he was doing on you. He just didn’t think twice about the noises the members could hear. 

Byounggon had heard a few odd thumps, not quite putting together what they could have been. He was even concerned that someone might have been hurt, so without thinking he pushed into the youngest member’s room. You let out a shriek, seeing Byounggon over his shoulder and Byounggon instantly shielded his eyes. 

“Hyung!” Hyunsuk yelled, still keeping you trapped between him and the wall so that you were covered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!! I thought you hurt yourself or- I’ll just leave!” Byounggon left the room as quickly as he came in, leaving Hyunsuk to bury his face in your neck as he cringed. He was never going to hear the end of this and he knew the whole group would know within a minute. 

“I’m never, ever, ever going to hear the end of this.” 

A/N: I’m out of my funk!!!!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy. 

[lovrre]

Could you do Eddie Munson with a stuttering partner who has adhd?

The presentation~

Summary: you’re very nervous about a presentation coming up and your boyfriend knows just what to do to motivate you.

Author note: sorry this took forever, I didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so it’s just fluff. Btw…REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

Word count: 1k

Warnings: nothing really there’s like one curse word just a little fluff

You were sitting at your desk in your room, coloring in the letter on your poster. Eddie sat a cross from you on your bed flipping through a magazine from off your dresser.

“These m-m-markers are dull as fuck” you say aggressively, dropping the marker down on the poster Board. “Do you got anymore?” Eddie asks, looking at your annoyed expression.

“Ya over there,” you say pointing to a shelf holding up a pink pencil case (the hard plastic glittery kind) Eddie places the pencil case down on the desk next to you.

“What’s bothering you y/n,” Eddie says, sitting on the edge of your desk. “It's This dumb ass p-p-presentation” you had been stressed all week about the presentation not just because you were scared you wouldn’t finish it but because you actually had to present it. Meaning, you would most likely stutter in front of the whole class. Everybody already knew you had a stutter, it used to be a lot nastier before your speech exercises. It’s still really hard for you to pronounce words that start with S or p, and occasionally, you hum on m’s, Not to mention it worsens when you're nervous.

“I don’t wanna p-p-p-present my-” you pause before attempting The next word. “Project so everyone can laugh at me” Eddies face falls a bit. “Have you asked the teacher if you can get a pass on this one ?” “Of course, I did and of course, she said no, MMMM-Mrs” you take a deep breath before continuing. “Mrs. Helton hates me”. Eddie stays silent for a second before talking,

“Let's practice then!” Eddie Announces

“No, thanks,” you say, shaking your head in disagreement. “Practice is good,” Eddie tells you, “I'm not doing it” you reply sternly

~~~

You stand against your room wall, poster in hand, while Eddie sits on the edge of the bed pretending to sit at a desk. “I don't wanna do this,” you say grudgingly. “Go on,” Eddie says, shooing you forward to continuing. You roll your eyes and continue “I decide to do m-m-my project on” you take a deep breath again hoping not to mess up the next sentence too much. Not that Eddie would care, he’s always understanding of your stutter and your struggles with ADHD. “On how colors coordinate with emotion in film,” in mm-Many movies, colors are used to portray emotion. Most commonly blue, yellow, and red.” You continue with the rest, but before you can finish Eddie starts clapping “LOOK AT YOU” Eddie says smiling ear to ear. You laugh and roll your eyes. “ SHHH BEFORE MY DAD HEARS YOU,” you say, quite yelling.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie says lowering his voice, “But you did really good at the “how the colors coordinate” part” “I did” you reply walking back to your desk. “You’re Not gonna finish?” Eddie asks, turning his head in the process.

“No forget it, I don’t think i-I-I-m gonna do it,” you say placing the poster on the desk before walking towards the mattress and plopping next to Eddie.

“Why not,” he asks, turning his head to face you. You don’t answer right away, still staring at the ceiling. “Because…” you say trailing off

“I think you should” Eddie interrupt, you turn to face him this time. “Hmm, I think I should……NOT” you say smiling to yourself.

“Are you really gonna make me bribe you?” Eddie asks, lifting a brow, “Am I?” You ask, pretending to be clueless.

“I’ll take you to Cherries?”

You instantly sit up, “are you serious!” Eddie nods, sitting up on his arms. “Pinky promise?” You say, extending Your smallest finger. Eddie does the same interlocking pinkies. “No, take b-b-backsies? Cherries is a serious P-p-promise”

“Cross my heart” he responds giving you a small smile and making an x gesture over his chest.

And cherries was a Big promise, and you mean Big. Not only was it the best ice cream place in the world with over 75 flavors. It also was 7 miles away, so you rarely got to go. But it was the place to go after a celebration.

“Ok then deal”

~~~~.

Today was the day of the presentation, and you were up next to present. Instead of listening to your classmates present like you probably should have. You were making up fake romantic scenarios in your head while mindlessly biting your nails. “Y/N” your teacher called making you jump. “Huh?” You say, still a little dazed, ripping your hand from your mouth, “it’s your turn to present”:

“Oh yea, sorry,” you say, picking up your poster that had been resting against the legs of your chair. You walk up to the front of the class and give your classmates a sarcastic simile that hides your lips. “I did my-” before you can finish your sentence, you see someone out of the corner of your eye. Eddie gave you a little wave through the window of the door. Your teacher follows your eyes and looks towards the door. Eddie quickly ducks down to hide.

You return to speaking, and you see a figure reappear in your peripheral. Instead of looking again, you continue with the presentation hoping not to get him caught. “Umm… I did my presentation on how colors coordinate with emotions in film” you show your poster and point to A drawn scene from a movie you colored in.

I don’t know if y-y-y-you guys have ever seen (A little lam) but in the mmm-movie. You take a deep breath “when Molly is happy everything is yellow, but after her lam dies everything is gray and monotone”.

You continue on with the rest of your presentation, you stutter a little here and there but pretty much smooth sailing. When you finish a couple of people clap, and you walk awkwardly to your chair, sitting down quickly.

You start fidgeting with your nails when your classmate across from you taps your shoulder. “You did fantastic!” she says smiling, exposing pink braces That matched with her quirky hair clips. “Thanks” you reply with a genuine smile before watching your next classmates go up to present.

~~~~~

When you get out of class, Eddie picks you up and spins you around. “You did so good,” he says after placing you back on the ground. You roll your eyes before speaking, “you’re so dramatic, all I did was read” you say trying hard not to smile. “I’m just happy you’re overcoming your fears,” he says quietly his eyes darting to your lips, You lean in for a kiss “thanks to you,” you say smiling against his lips.

“Oh my gosh eewww,” some random girl says in a preppy high-pitched voice. You quickly flip them off, not breaking the kiss.

~~~~

In the long line at cherries, you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear in anticipation of being the next’s one’s up. “Hi, welcome to cherries What can I get you today,” the lady says behind the counter in a high pitch southern accent. Before we get to say our orders, she starts back.

“If it’s hard to choose, I suggest the walnut Winkle or the berry cherry sorbet. If you don’t like any of those, we also have over 75 different flavors. Nana's banana, Rocky road, wacky walnut, very berry blueberry, Mono-“

“ we’ll willtake a sugar s’more in a waffle cone and swirl in a cup,” You says cutting The woman's list short, she smiles “ok that will be $5.36” Eddie hands her the money, A minute later she hands him the swirl in a cup and me the s’mores cone.

“It’s cute you know my order” Eddie says rubbing your head and messing up your hair.

You and Eddie sit on top of A picnic table close by, eating your ice cream. You give your ice cream another lick “ delicious” you hum closing your eyes land slowly shaking your head. Eddie puts down his now empty cup of ice cream. “You still aren’t finished?”, Eddie asks watching you take your time on your cone. “I actually wanna taste it, unlike you.” You say laughing, Eddie doesn’t say anything, just Silently admires you with a smile on his face. “What?” You say, quickly whipping cream off your face with your finger and putting it in your mouth.

“Just thinking about how much I gotta love you to wait in a 35-minute line for Damn ice cream ”

“a lot” you respond pecking him on the lips, “and don’t act like you don’t love this ice cream”

[toffyrats]

country/city boy javid for @the-woild-is-y-erster :3

i took some creative liberties and made it a college au bc i can. i think it still works. plus for some reason i was imagining uksies javid but u can imagine whatever ver u want

anyhoo i’m also still in high school so just assume i barely know shit abt how college actually works

so. yeah enjoy

david sat on his bed, staring at the wall and picking at his nails nervously. his roommate was supposed to be here around twenty minutes ago, and his phone battery had run out waiting. he glanced around the room, looking for something to do. he could explore the dorm building, but he wanted to be here when his randomly selected roommate came in. 

     almost all of his books were downloaded on his phone, which at the moment was in the middle of the room, charging painstakingly slowly. 

     david sighed and stood up, cracking his back with his palms. fine, you know what, i’m just going to walk around a little bit, it can’t hurt. right when he was about to open the door, it slammed open, and a flustered-looking boy stood in its place. 

     the newcomer jumped backwards, shocked, before sighing and relaxing a little. “damn, you scared the crap outta me,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

     “…sorry,” david managed after a pause, stepping aside so the other boy could get inside. 

     “s’alright. i’m jack, by the way.” the boy- jack- edged his way into the dorm, bringing his suitcase along with him. 

     “david.” david was a little overwhelmed by all this- not completely because of how rushed his new roommate seemed- and somehow, was still twenty minutes late- but because of how downright gorgeous he was. dark hair, brown eyes, shorter than david by a decently large amount-

     “nice ta meetcha, davey.” jack’s voice interrupted david’s thoughts, and in turn reminded him to stop being so gay for once.

     wait- ‘davey?’ where’d he get that from? 

     there was a few minutes of silence as jack started unpacking. 

     “where ya from, then? ‘round here?” jack asked finally from over his shoulder. 

     “manhattan,” david hummed, barely paying attention. “so- i mean- yeah, around here.”

     jack whistled, starting to fill the drawers on his side of the room. 

     “is that news?” david asked, flopping down on his bed.

     “is to me. i’m from new mexico.”

     “long flight,” david replied, his voice betraying his surprise. then again, he had assumed jack lived far away- his voice had a hint of a southern accent, and david didn’t think he would’ve been so late if he lived right down the road. 

     “yeah. s’alright, jus’ a little jetlagged. i drove, actually.” jack turned and shot a bright smile over at david, whose face flushed at just the small gesture. he hoped to god jack didn’t notice. 

     “this is my first time ever leavin’ the south. what’s it like in new york?” jack turned back to his suitcase and finished up filling the drawers, turning instead to his bed. 

     “uh. loud,” david answered weakly. “busy. can you see the stars in the south?” he asked, flipping over to face jack and hanging his head off the side of the mattress so he was upside down. 

     jack nodded. “all the time. millions of ‘em, pretty much anywhere there’s sky- ‘cept for the small city here an’ there.” he sat down on his newly made bed and snorted at david’s new position. “why’re you layin’ like that?” he asked, snickering.

     a light blush crept onto david’s cheeks, his brow furrowing, “is it bothering you somehow?” he mumbled.

     “naw, it’s fine, just funny.” jack laughed, laying back on his bed. “you’re turnin’ so red-all the blood rushin’ to ya head.”

     that’s not why, david thought, but bit his tongue and tried to change the subject. “what’re you majoring in?” he settled on asking. 

     “art,” jack said simply, “you?” 

     “computer science,” david answered, sitting up on the bed- his head actually was starting to hurt now. 

     “huh. what’s that involve?” jack asked, his voice curious. 

     “uh- coding, design, little bit of engineering, a pretty good bit of math…”

     jack groaned. “i hate math. that was the only class i failed in high school.” his tone made david think it wasn’t the only class.

     “how old are you?” he wanted to slap himself for asking. but per his overly nosy nature, he had to know.

     “‘re you suggestin’ i got held back?” jack lifted his head and glared daggers in david’s general direction. “because i did,” he finished after a moment of david stressing and trying desperately to figure out what to say. jack burst out laughing, david staring at him, dumbfounded. “i’m 19,” he added when he finally pulled himself together.

     “an old man, i see.” david fought a smile. 

     “what are you, 11?” jack let out another beautiful laugh- not that david thought he was beautiful or anything. “c’mon, you gotta be at least 18.”

     “i am. you’re gonna be 20 this year though, right? so, you’re old.” david shot jack a shit-eating grin as he finished.

     “shut up,” jack grumbled, waving david off. “he crack i heard goin’ down the hallway was probably your back or somethin’.”

     david’s eyes widened. “you heard that??” he near shouted.

     jack doubled over laughing, grabbing the headboard of his bed to keep from falling off. “that- that was your back, wasn’t it!?”

     “of course it was my back!” david’s jaw was on the floor, and his face was turning a darker red by the second. 

     jack wiped tears from his eyes, still laughing. 

     a smile crept onto david’s face as he stared gazed civilly and heterosexually at the other boy, his face beginning to get red for an entirely different reason. with a roomate this gorgeou- enthusiastic, maybe this year is looking up. 

I HOPE U ENJOYED 🙏🙏🙏 just know i will almost always accept writing requests so ,,, yk if ya want,,,

it kinda ended weirdly but. yeah

[mykingdomforasong]

skysolo + FWB + “will you be good for me?”

[prompt list]

One of these days, Luke thought as his back was pressed into the lumpy old mattress of the Falcon's captain's quarters, he was going to insist they sprung for a hotel room.

He couldn't get the words out now though, with Han's mouth already on his, one hand holding him up over Luke as the other skipped the shirt and went right for the closure of his pants. He hadn't even gotten his boots off yet.

Luke should have expected something quick and messy when Han had comm'd an immature "u up?" When Luke messaged back "yeah" (it was the afternoon on Yavin, why wouldn't he be?) Han let him know he was only minutes away in the hyperspace lane. They'd taken off again just about as quick as they'd landed. Han had some business on one of the core worlds, but he had to pass by Luke's way. Figured he'd pick up some company.

They had hours to kill now before they arrived, and Luke wasn't sure exactly when Han would bring him back.

Han flipped them over. With Luke now on his hands and knees over Han, Han was able to finally get his pants open and pushed down over the curve of his ass. The air on the ship was a little cold on his bare skin, but Han's hands were warm, and they quickly pressed into the soft, bare flesh of his ass. Luke pressed their mouths together again, blindly tugging at the hem of Han's shirt, untucking it from his pants.

Once Han felt Luke's hands on the bare skin of his chest, he broke the kiss and breathed out a desperate, "C'mon baby, touch me."

Luke smirked. He knew from the comm that Han was horny, knew from the second the Falcon landed he was itching for it, and knew by the time his back hit the bed that Han was rock hard.

"You haven't touched me yet," Luke said. Through half-open eyes, he could see Han frown, before reaching a hand around to his half-hard dick and stroking it gently. Luke bit his own tongue to hold back a whimper, not ready to give Han that satisfaction.

Han leaned up to kiss him again. Luke leaned in to it, but he didn't move his hands.

"I wanna fuck you real bad, baby," Han confessed. "Been thinking about it all day."

Luke almost laughed. He didn't doubt that Han had been thinking about fucking all day, but he doubted his thoughts were actually on Luke. Ever since he'd first bent Han over a table after the Battle of Yavin seven years ago, they'd always been an outlet (or an inlet) for each other when tensions got high. Nothing more than that. If Luke had to bet, Han's thoughts were on some holoporn star who was also maybe blonde.

It didn't bother Luke. His focus on a new Jedi training school meant he hadn't know the pleasure of anyone but his own hand recently. And anyway, he'd never really been one for romantic relationships. Han couldn't get one to work either, so they routinely sought each other out. They were ideal for each other in those ways.

Luke moved his hands up further under Han's shirt, running fingers over his nipples, something he knew did absolutely nothing for Han. Han rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you going to be good for me?" Han asked. Han liked to imagine himself as a brat tamer, and even though he'd succeeded in tying Luke up and getting him to a proper, pleasurable submissive headspace on more than one extra fun occasion, he'd never succeeded at breaking Luke's bratty attitude.

"Am I ever?" Luke asked before kissing him again.

Han grabbed Luke's ass, pulling him down a little as he thrust up. The rub of his pants dragging across Luke's hard cock. It wasn't particularly pleasurable, but it did make Luke long for more.

Luke rolled over, and Han followed, pinning him under him. Luke pushed back, rolling but only onto his side, before Han pushed him back down. Luke wrapped his legs around Han's hips, not sure if he was going to use the position for momentum to flip again, or to encourage Han to shut up and fuck him.

"You're always good, baby." Han sat back on his heels, forcing Luke to drop his legs. Han pulled off Luke's boots, then started to work at his pants. "Just wish you'd behave."

Luke almost laughed at the idea, but the sound died in his throat as Han undid his pants. It wasn't a remarkable cock, as cocks go, average in just about every way. But Han knew how to use it. Luke reached a hand between his own legs and started to touch himself at just the sight of it, waves of anticipation and pleasure building low in his pelvis just at the memory of its familiar pulse inside him.

"Well, what would you like. me to do, Captain?" That was a much rarer nickname between them compared to Han's signature baby. It turned Han's cheeks pink, but he tried to hide it with a steady command.

"Take off your shirt, then roll over."

Luke did as he was told, watching as Han fully undressed himself next to him. He watched Han slip a condom on as he got onto his hands and knees Han ran a hand up his back, and Luke leaned down to press his face into the mattress, resting his forehead in his arms.

Luke thought Han would start fucking him fast and rough with how wound up he was, and Luke wouldn't have minded. They'd done it like that dozens of times by now. But instead, Han decided to take his time fingering Luke. He seemed to enjoy the hot tightness of Luke on his fingers, the way it was always enough to bring Luke right to the edge, until Luke was begging "wait, stop, I'll cum!" but never actually did.

The bastard wants me as ready to bust as he is, Luke realized. It was working though.

"Han --" Luke said.

"Tell me what you want," Han said.

"You're the one who came all this way just to get me," Luke said. "You can do whatever you want."

Han pressed a kiss to Luke's lower back, before gripping his thighs tight and pressing in, his cock warm enough that Luke barely noticed the cold of the lube.

This time, Luke couldn't help it. He moaned on Han's cock. Hardly half an hour had passed since he'd gotten Han's first comm; when it arrived, sex had been far from his mind. Now he was begging to be fucked, whimpering on Han Solo's cock. It would have been embarrassing if he wasn't enjoying himself so much.

Luke reached a hand around and gripped onto Han's thigh, holding him close even as Han pulled his hips back to thrust again.

"Touch yourself," Han told him. Luke didn't need to be told twice.

They hardly ever talked once they really started fucking. Sometimes Han would pull out some dirty talk, but Luke mostly just offered a string of moans, yelps, and yes's in return. Talking dirty took thought, and he didn't want to distract any of his thoughts from the slow drag of Han inside him.

Han only lasted for a few minutes, cumming with a grunt and without warning, his hips pressed up against Luke's as he finished. Luke couldn't judge him though, because once he felt the erotic pulse of Han's dick, he came too. Once he started, he realized they'd forgotten to put a towel down. He did his best to catch his spend in his hand, but he left a few stains behind anyway. There were plenty of stains already though, most of them his. One day, he'd inside Han buy new bedding.

[bluestar22x]

Second Chance Addition

Second Chances (Part 10): Second Chance Addition

Summary: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes... - Marcus and Elena POVs

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 18+ rated chapter

Warnings: Plot involves labor, birth, and breastfeeding (nothing too descriptive, I swear, but we’re playing safe). Fluffy moments.

Word Count: 2,112

Author’s Note: This is done for now, but I could be persuaded to write more for the Moreno family in the future. Hint Hint (My asks are open, though I can’t guarantee I’ll write what you ask for or when I will.)

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Series Masterlist

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It was just after two in the morning when Marcus woke to Elena shifting uncomfortably on her side of the bed, a hand pressed to her belly.

“Are you okay honey?” he inquired, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She met his eyes and sighed as whatever was bothering her left her suddenly. “I think I’m in labor.”

Marcus sat up in bed at that, concerned. “How long?”

“A few hours maybe,” she replied, sitting up too. He had to help her. “It was painless at first. I thought it was just those fake contractions the doctor talked about, but it’s been getting slowly more and more intense.”

“Have you been timing them?” he asked her, doing his best to sound calm, though he felt a familiar nervousness sweeping through him. This being Elena’s first pregnancy they probably didn’t need to worry about getting to the hospital anytime soon, but he knew tracking the time between her contractions was an important part of the waiting. He remembered hating the waiting part.

“Last was fourteen minutes apart,” Elena informed him with a sigh. “I used the alarm clock to time it. Still likely have a long time to go, like the doctor said it’d be.”

Marcus rubbed her lower back. “Anything I can do?”

“Nothing right now,” she replied.

“You should try to get some more sleep while you can,” he suggested.

She made a face at him. “By the time I fall asleep another one will wake me up.”

“At least try to close your eyes,” he told her. “I get it’s easier said than done, but you’ll need it.”

She nodded but a fear developed in her eyes. “What if my water breaks while we’re in bed?”

He laughed a little and kissed her temple. “We’ll get a new mattress. Don’t worry about it, honey. You getting whatever rest you can get is far more important.”

They both managed to get in short naps throughout the night, but they were up at the crack of dawn as Elena’s contractions started getting intense enough for her to feel the need to pace around. As she did so, Marcus packed whatever they’d need for the hospital into the car and made some calls. To the hospital, to let them know how far along she was, and to his boss, to let her know that he wouldn’t be going into work for the rest of the week or the next. All heroics were allotted at least two weeks to spend with their families when they had a new addition to them. It was far more than most men got in the US and he was grateful.

Once he’d done that and he and Elena had dressed up, he made them breakfast, eggs and toast, not sure if the doctor would let her eat once they got there. Elena was standing, bracing the back of one of the kitchen chairs, when Missy entered the room.

“I smell breakfast,” she declared, before the smile on her face turned into a frown. She’d noticed the pained expression on Elena’s face. “Are you okay?”

Elena gave her a short nod and breathed deeply as the contraction passed. “I’m okay. I’m just having contractions.”

“You’re in labor!” Missy exclaimed, wide eyed. “I thought your due date was only in two weeks?”

“Babies rarely come as scheduled,” Marcus informed her as he flipped the eggs in the skillet before him. He glanced over his shoulder. “In fact, you were a week late.”

“It’s close enough not to matter,” Elena finished, sitting down on the chair she’d been holding and taking a swipe at her sweaty forehead.

“Is it time to go to the hospital?” Missy asked.

Elena shook her head. “Still only eight minutes apart. But we’re getting there.”

“Eat up,” Marcus told Missy, shoving a plate in front of her and Elena. “After this I’m going to call your abuela to stay with you here. She’ll bring you to the hospital when visitors are allowed in the room.”

Missy’s eyes brightened. “So I can skip school today?”

It was March 30, and a Thursday, so her school was still in session.

“If you want,” Marcus decided. “I’m not going to force you to go and I think the teachers would understand if you’d be too distracted for it.”

“Yes!” she nearly shouted. “I don’t think I could bare listening to Miss Landry talk about algebra problems knowing my baby brother or sister could be born any second.”

“I’ll call it in then,” he promised as he sat down in between her and Elena, who’d already started shoving her eggs down. Probably wanted to finish her meal before the next contraction.

After she was done eating and Marcus and Missy were halfway done, she called her parents. They lived on the opposite coast, but they’d promised to jump on the next available flight.

Missy then did the dishes while Marcus made his planned calls. Anita showed up in record time.

“How far apart are they now?” she asked Elena, who’d since taken to the couch and the comfort of Marcus’ arms.

He was stroking her back when Elena answered, “Six minutes apart.”

Anita clicked her tongue. “That’s close enough. You two best be going. Keep me updated.”

They both knew better than to argue. “Will do,” Marcus swore.

She shooed them out of the house and they were on their way.

Five minutes into the drive, ten minutes from the hospital, Elena had another one. She reached out to him at a stop light and squeezed his arm tightly. Her grip was a little too tight, but Marcus didn’t care. He knew what she was going through hurt way more.

“You’re doing great honey,” he reassured her. It wasn’t a lie. She was handling this better than he’d expected, was being more contained than she needed to be. But he could tell by the way she chewed on her lower lip that it wasn’t for the lack of pain. “Breathe through it,” he reminded her.

She nodded and did so until the wave passed. When it did, she splayed a hand out over the expansive mound at her waist and closed her eyes in momentary relief. “I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad so soon.”

“You can change your birth plan if you want,” Marcus told her. “Get an epidural. It’ll help.”

Elena shook her head, eyes baring iron will. “I refuse to get jabbed in the spine. And I’m strong enough to do this.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t,” he said as the light turned green as he drove forward. “There’s nothing wrong with making it easier on yourself.”

She shook her head again.

He sighed. A part of him wished she’d change her mind, but he also admired her stubbornness. She knew what she wanted and would stick with it until the end. Not many people were like that anymore.

Besides, there were other ways to help her deal with the pain, and he silently promised that he’d do everything in his power to make sure he and the hospital staff were doing everything possible to make it a little more bearable for her. It was the least he could do.

X

It was another seven hours before you heard your baby’s cry accompanied with a rush of relief, both mentality and physically. Seven hours of intensifying pain that you didn’t know could get worst until that day. Seven hours that blurred in your mind as soon as your baby was laid out on your chest by Marcus himself, who’d been allowed by the doctor to catch them at the last push, as you both had planned.

“We have a son,” he told you with tears in his eyes, and you cried with him, because finally your baby was here and he was as perfect and wonderful as any baby could be. Ten fingers and ten toes, a thick layer of dark head hair, and a set of lungs you knew you’d regret at night, but were grateful for in the moment. He was alive, he was healthy. That was all you’d needed after the last eighteen hours, particularly after the last hour of pushing.

You were riding high on emotions and hormones for a while after as the doctor and nurses checked out your son, cleaned you both up, and had a lactation consultant briefly come into the post delivery room to show you how to properly nurse him.

After you’d fed him you’d passed him over to Marcus, who gleefully took him in his arms for a proper cuddle. You couldn’t remember a time he’d ever looked so joyful, and it warmed your heart, combating the ache that had settled into every part of you. You were tired and sore, yet also content.

“Get some rest,” Marcus murmured, kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll take care of Teo.”

You smiled. Teo. You and Marcus had decided on that name for a boy about a month ago. You were glad you’d figured that out then. That way he didn’t have to go without a name while you rested.

When you became aware of your surroundings again, when you stirred from your nap, Missy and Anita were in the room, fawning over Teo, who was still in Marcus’ arms. You glanced at a clock on the wall, discovering that it had been three hours since you’d closed your eyes.

You’d awoken because Teo had started putting up a fuss.

“He’s probably hungry again,” Marcus guessed.

“Give him to me,” you ordered, and his eyes shot in your direction, surprised. He hadn’t noticed that you’d awakened.

“You’re going to need some food too,” he said as he hesitantly passed Teo back to you. You understood why he struggled with it. If you hadn’t been so exhausted earlier, you’d have wanted to cling onto Teo too. To stare down at his little face and figure out what parts of it belonged to you and what parts belonged to Marcus. You’d do it soon enough.

“I’ll let the nurses know she’s awake,” Anita declared, heading for the door, dragging Missy with her. “Come with. You didn’t eat supper either. Let’s find something in the café.”

“Hope you’re feeling okay,” Missy called back to you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as she fought against Anita. “I’ll make it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Missy nodded and obeyed Anita. After they’d left you guided Teo to your right breast and let him drink. You were thankful that he had a healthy appetite. It was one of those things you’d fretted about before he was born. If you’d be able to feed him and if he would suckle well.

Marcus sat down next to you on the full-sized bed and squeezed your shoulder. “You did amazing, honey.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” you countered with a laugh. “But I’m so glad he’s here. I don’t regret it.” You were a mom again. You’d given the human being in your arms life. Thinking about it made you a little breathless. Why did something so common feel so astounding?

Marcus smiled at you, having noticed the light in your eyes. “I’m glad.”

“Going to take time to wrap my mind around the fact that he is this big and yet he still managed to come out of me,” you said humorously.

It was his turn to laugh. “He’s seven pounds, four ounces. They said that was average.”

“Didn’t feel that way.”

Marcus smartly suppressed a second laugh, pressing his forehead to yours instead. “I love you so much, Elena. Words are not enough to show you how much you mean to me. You’ve given me more than I could’ve hoped for. When we first met I didn’t dare dream we’d get married, let alone have another child. I couldn’t have dreamed that I’d found the best person to share the rest of my life with. But I had.”

You tilted your head to kiss him on the lips, arms still holding Teo securely against your chest, though he’d stopped nursing. “I love you too, Marcus. And you’ve given me as much back. If I was your second chance, you were my first. And I’m so grateful for that, for the family we share together.”

He grinned and you felt your heart jump. You grinned back. You couldn’t imagine his smile ever getting old.  

You knew life would never be perfect, that you and Marcus would have bad days alongside the good ones, but in that moment you also knew that come what may, you’d face it together.

[secretly-small]

G/t July: Day 1

There are so many awesome short stories and art pieces that’ve been released so far! Ngl, I’ve no idea what I’m doing. Some of the pieces y’all’ve released take today’s word prompt “fluffy” very literally, describing something soft to the touch. Others take it as “fluff,” as in, the opposite of fright. IDEK what I’m gonna interpret it as, so just- here’s a kiss scene.

This features Lindsay Pratt and Nathen Krolav. They’re characters from my published works, The Rise of the Royals series. For context, they are size shifters. Lindsay can shrink things and people, Nathen can do the opposite. 

Please do not compare this oneshot to my official writing. The stuff I publish has been betaed, rewritten multiple times, and professionally edited over the course of months and sometimes years. This is just a sloppy piece I decided to jot down in the middle of the night.

ALSO, this is the first time I’ve ever written a kiss scene, let alone a G/t one. So I know it sucks. Just, bare with me, okay? 😅

CWs: clean romance, PG

Word count: 1,152

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You. Are. So. Boring, I thought to my Link as he leaned over the much-too-tall stack of papers before him. He paid no mind to my presence on his desk, instead continuing to scribble down notes with a pencil twice my size. 

His gaze inched toward the end of the text. I took my chance, jumping atop the page before he could turn it. I crossed my arms and plopped down in defiance. But he didn’t even allow me the satisfaction of an eye roll before he brushed me away with a single finger.

The page flipped, slightly displacing the air around me. I sighed as he leaned over a new paper full of endless gibberish. A quiet moment passed as he read. So quiet even the slight shuffling of Nathen’s dad was audible through the door. As far as I knew, they were both working. “Chief business,” apparently. Despite the fact that Nathen technically wasn’t Upperlander chief yet. He’d been doing this stuff for as long as I’d known him, and from the way he talked about it, probably since he was a mere child.

I wracked my brain for something to talk about and end the staleness of the situation before my Link turned into some kind of reading zombie.

“Did Matthew and Ruth send another letter yet?” I asked. 

He didn’t bother looking up as he answered. Though, it wasn’t really an answer so much a comment. “We just got back from our last mission two days ago, Lindsay. There’s usually at least a few weeks between them.”

I crossed my arms, shooting him a glare. He payed it no mind as he started to jot down another note on the edge of the paper. I kicked the pencil as hard as I possibly could, then yanked away, clenching my jaw as I clutched my foot. The slight mistake to his perfect handwriting was worth it, however, along with the annoyed side-eye from my Link.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered as he attempted to erase the error, but it never completely faded. I grinned, leaning against his pencil cup. It dropped quickly, though, as Nathen’s expression shifted back to neutral and focused.  

After a moment of scrubbing the mistake with his eraser, he finally sighed and set the papers aside. My grin returned when his hand slipped in front of me, palm up. It was pure habit to scurry on at this point. I didn’t bother to think once, let alone twice.

I didn’t entirely realize just how much I’d grown to dislike his desk until I found myself being completely compliant and unquestioning as he set me on his bed, rolling over to face me.

His eyes were glazed over, focused on nothing in particular as he stared past me at the wall. A few moments drifted by, drawing an exhausted sigh from my Link as he further relaxed into the pillow. I copied the motion, but the plush mattress didn’t give to my weight like it did his, instead creating a pitiful indent where I sat with crossed legs.

I scanned my Link, mind filtering through every possible way I could distract him. For a second, I considered putting myself in mortal danger and refusing to allow him to save me until the very last second, but I’d already done that one too many times this month.

Then it hit me, as my gaze landed on one feature in specific—an infinitely sensitive and tempting feature he’d unknowingly placed just a few inches from me. I didn’t hesitate. In a fraction of a second, I’d jumped up and slammed my lips against his upper one, jamming my eyes closed. 

Nathen’s reaction was delayed but not unexpected. After the hour-long moment of him finally realizing what it was I’d actually dared, he shot up. The bed rejected the sudden movement, causing me to stumble onto my hands and knees. I looked up to find him staring back at me with wide grey eyes and a flushed face. His mouth hung slightly agape in a way I’d never seen from him before. 

One of my proudest smirks found its way onto my face at the sight. That was an expression worthy of a million points. Clear, unfiltered shock.

My gaze flicked from his eyes to his hand when he hesitantly pointed a finger to his lips. His furrowed eyebrows indicated it to be a question, to which my smirk turned into a grin. 

Such a feat as that would surely leave him mortified enough to practically flee from the room, desperate to do something that’d take both our minds off it until we both completely forgot. Maybe he’d go bird riding with me, or request another mission from the Messengers, or- success.

Somehow his eyes grew wider, but my view was quickly disrupted as he turned his body away from me. He faced the ground, favoring that over me. My crossed arms fell to my sides when I realized how the rise and fall of his chest had stopped completely. 

Surely I hadn’t broken him that badly….

After a moment, he reassumed his position of resting on his arm, causing my mind to freeze. I didn’t get a chance to properly look him over again before his hand began inching toward me. Slowly, making absolute certain I saw the movement before it settled behind me and created a wall at my back. Again, my mind refused to form a reaction beyond the sudden drop of my jaw.

I suppose I knew, though, what was actually happening as he drew closer. But my mind lagged, not willing to process it until I was pressed between his lips and his hand. My heart stopped, and my body melted against the warmth. His soft skin pressed against an entire half of my body, rendering it all useless.

But it lasted only a second. My magic lurched as he started to pull away, acting on the first thought that entered my mind. White light flashed. Before he could respond to the pain, I’d jumped on him and tangled my fingers into his blond hair. I pulled his head to mine, forcing him into a proper kiss. He took a second to get over the pain of shifting before his hands slipped down to my waist. He tugged me closer until our bodies were pressed entirely against each other.

I didn’t know how long had passed until we finally separated, only that my muscles had started to grow weary from the impact. Nathen’s greenish grey eyes met mine, offering me a sheepish smile. I couldn’t return it; my jaw was too busy hanging half-open. But that was quickly fixed when he pulled a letter from his pocket and handed it to me. I squealed in excitement, ripping it open. Sure enough, scribbled onto the paper in two different sets of handwriting, was an assignment from the Messengers. 

This would be fun. 

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Whenever Part 2

Thanks @captastra for tagging me, I know i’ve already done one, but I started working on some post-canon stuff and thought I’d share a snippet.

It was late, later than Max had expected it to be as he looked at the clock on the table beside him, and he was only just now hearing the front door of their apartment open.

The lights flicked on in the hall, Ava had finally come home.

It was becoming an all too common occurrence; Ava would arrive home late in the night, after he had gone to bed. Only for her to disappear back to her work in the early morning hours before he even had the chance to wake.

He knew how important her work was, he certainly didn’t blame her for getting so involved. But he also had to admit just how badly he missed their time on the Unreliable when they were never more than a floor apart and if he needed her she was always right there. The distance could be felt now, even at home she was still always thinking about her work, what the colony needed. Her body may have been with him, but her mind was still at the office.

Twelve a.m. It was the latest she had ever been coming in the door.

She opened the bedroom door, trying to be quiet, tiptoeing into the room so as not to rouse Max from his sleep.

“You don’t have to be quiet on my account.”

He spoke out of the dark. She stopped in her tracks, like a prowler who’d been caught.

“You’re awake.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Not until I knew you were home.”

He could feel the mattress droop at the foot of the bed from her weight as she sat upon it. Flipping the switch on the lamp, the room was filled with warm golden light.

“Tough day?”

Ava lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. It was a habit she didn’t usually partake in, but since coming to Byzantium it seemed to help relieve the stress. She knew better, but as far as she was concerned it was better than taking to the drink.

A long stream of smoke escaped her lips with a heavy exhale, “You could say that, yeah.”

“Should I even bother to ask if you want to talk about it?”

“I’ve talked enough today.”

“You need to take a break, Ava.”

“Ha, and how am I supposed to do that? I’ve got colonists to settle, meetings to attend…”

“Isn’t that what Clarke and Sanjar are there for?”

Ava sighed, rubbing her temples. Headaches were now just one of the many symptoms of her stress. Lack of sleep certainly didn’t help, she’d never run on very much in life, but two to three hours was beginning to test her limits.

“Why don’t you go on a trip? Nyoka’s always telling us to come to Monarch.”

“You want me to go?”

“Not like that. Please don’t twist my words… I can’t go anywhere right now, but consider it like being a political envoy - A chance to see how Monarch has been handling being brought back into the fold.”

“I’d rather not go there. I just started getting the smell of sulfur out of my clothes.”

Ava stood up and stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, she circled the bed and crawled under the covers with him.

“I’m sorry that I’ve put you in this position, I don’t want you to feel trapped. I know I haven’t exactly been here, not the way I should be. You deserve better.”

“I told you I would always be at your side. This is just a rough patch, we’ll work through it.”

She ran her hand down the side of his face, stroking her thumb across his cheek. She pressed herself tightly against him and kissed his lips.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Max placed his hand on hers, stroking the smooth skin on the back of her hand. Rolling on to his back, Ava snuggled up against him, wrapping her arm over his chest. She laid her head against his shoulder.

As he woke to the sun streaming in through the window, he found the other half of the bed was empty again. It reminded him of the days of their burgeoning romance aboard the Unreliable. They’d spend their nights together, but to keep the secret going one or the other would have to sneak out of their partner’s bed in the wee hours of the morning to escape the questions. Not that any of the crew ever woke up before they did, but it was a careful precaution. The only thing that was different now was that he wouldn’t find her in the kitchen making coffee. She’d be across the city in that tower.

[find1ngmys4nity]

Villians' Arch

(suggestive!!!)

-A Frantic Fanfic Story-

Tomie and light had been together for a while. They were hanging out at yagami's place, it was tomie's first time there. "well you have a comfy place" she said in a sarcastic tone. "you don't need to be sarcastic" he defended. Tomie wandered around his place, he didn't mind that much since they've known each other. They have alot of things in common. As she was looking around she found a notebook on his table. Tomie walks closer and take the notebook, examining it in full curiosity. The notebook stand out so much, "what is this?" she asked. She was about to open it but suddenly light took the notebook from her. "You're not allowed to touch any of my things". "aw why not" she said as she playfully tilted her haid to the side.

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"I just like to keep my privacy? Do u mind" he said rhetorically before placing the book into his desk Tomie sat down on his bed feeling his covers and observing his room "your room is pretty plain and boring.. is it to hide something more interesting?" This statement seemed personal but light remarked "like I said I'm a private person" tomie scoffed at his remark, "not to me your not" she stood up and got closer to him snaking her hands up to his shoulder ,face to face "I know what you are" she teased, "And what would that be" he asked sarcastically maintaining a stoic composure, "your like me, you take and break" she whispered closer beside his ear while her hands caressed his neck, he didn't reply to her comment as if it was something he already knew, suddenly her hands started to reach down his torso, he slowly took ahold of her wrists "what do you think your doing?", "isn't this what you wanted or what all men want?" He rolled his eyes "if your gonna assume I'm like all men I wouldn't continue this" "I see, are you sure you don't want this" she said seductively while planting small kisses on his neck, This time he didn't stop her, he let go of her wrists as he slowly leaned closer making her walk behind and fall on the bed

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Their lips interlock as their bodies pressed together in the mattress. Tomies' weight pushing down at Lights' as his hand run down her back in return. "Don't hold back" Tomie demanded, exploring the boys' mouth with hers while her fingers unclasped her bra, earning Light more access to her body. "Fuck" The boy groaned feeling a wave of pleasure build in. As his fingers traced small circles around the girls' back before flipping her over, getting on top. "Trying to top?" The girl teased, her nipples perking through her shirt as she looked up at the others' sultry gaze "Not trying" despite knowing their incompatibility, Light didn't bother thinking with any rationality at this moment as he trailed kisses down Tomies' bare stomach, stopping once he reached her lower abdomen before gently tugging on her shorts "Fuck...do it" Tomie permitted, even if the other would've probably done it either way. Pulling it down, Light got a view of the girls' damp underwear letting his finger run up and down her crack against its confines "You're soaking" He took notice as his own member started to throb, begging for attention as it was also leaking pre cum whilst being inside his pants "Then hurry" The girl teased, letting her legs touch the others' groin, earning a low groan from the boy before he nipped his pants pulling out his hard cock they dropped its wetness down the sheets beneath him. He slid down the girls' panties, leaning forward catching her mouth in his as his length rubbed along her wetness. Pulling away, Light gently stroked his shaft before gently position his tip along the girls' entrance, holding her hips down before he slowly inserted himself.

[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

Warnings: Smut smut smut, porn with a plot, 18+ please

Summary: Geralt gets angry with you, which leads to some fantastic make-up sex.

A/N: white-haired big man make brain go brrrrrr

“You foolish girl!” The white wolf roared, his teeth gritted together in a terrifying snarl, throwing the girl in his arms to the cottage floor.

“I told you to stay behind! That barghest would have slaughtered you without blinking an eye! What were you thinking?!”

Your eyes met his furious glowing golden ones as he looked down at you as if he were to eat you alive.

“I-I sorry, just-,” your voice was small, cut off by Geralt’s booming, fuming tone.

“Sorry isn’t good enough! Not if I had lost you!"

Your gaze fell to the floor in shame as you imagined the pain you would put him through if he did lose you.

“I’m going to the tavern. If you dare follow me, I won’t bother coming back.” He hissed, slamming the door behind him without a second glance.

And he left you there on the floor, shaken, crying, and wishing curiosity hadn’t gotten the best of you.

.

Geralt growled in distaste as Jaskier plopped down next to him, the Witcher’s grip tightening around the handle of the cup that held a particularly strong ale.

“Your long face looks longer than usual,” the bard inquired, motioning to the bartender to give him whatever his friend was sipping on.

Geralt gave an annoyed, unamused grunt, before taking a long swig of his drink. He was going to need it.

“Where’s you lover? Or is she the reason your here?” Jaskier said half as a joke, but Geralt’s sudden silence was loud.

He gasped, “Geralt has lady problems? What a shocker! You’re the most unargumentative person I know. Thought women liked that…,”

“Piss off, Jaskier.”

“Well, I hope that’s not the attitude you had with her. If I were you, I’d go home and apologize,” Jaskier huffed, standing up with a newly acquired pitcher of ale, and disappearing into the crowd of other tavern patrons.

Geralt finally looked up from his ale, his expression morphing into one of understanding, knowing now what he had to do.

The clinking of the coins on the wood of the bar was the last thing heard from the Witcher before he left, sinking into the cold night.

.

Your eyes were swollen and tinted red with all the tears you ended up shedding in his absence. Laying down in your bed, you curled yourself into a ball, part of you wishing you could sink into the straw-filled mattress, the other hoping your mind could find the sweet release of sleep.

The sound of your cottage door opening and closing went ignored as you sunk under the covers deeper, hoping that he would think you were asleep.

You heard the creaking of the floorboards under his monstrous weight, the clunks of his gear slipping onto the ground making you tense up.

The gentle tug of the covers made you aware of just how close he was now, most likely in nothing but his wool breeches, his chest bare.

You felt the heat of his body against your back and you curled up tighter. His arm slowly draped over your waist, his breaths gently blowing against the back of your neck.

A sudden surge of anger powered through your body towards the large man lying next to you. How dare he think he could touch you like this when he spoke to you like that?

You flipped over, straddling him quickly before smashing your lips against his, firey and full of lust as he grunted in surprise.

Your nails began to claw at his nude chest as his hands flew to your waist, grinding you harshly on his growing member, a deep rumble sounding from his mouth into yours.

You sat up and ripped through his pants to get to your prize, humming seductively when his cock was freed, slapping up against his broad chest.

His member looked angry, the tip a violent red as the rest flushed pink, the veins pumping and throbbing.

"I have half I mind to leave you here like this," you hissed, "angry, horny, and in desperate need of release..."

Geralt released a disapproving growl, the rumble in his chest a warning, making the corner of your lip curl upward.

Two giant hands suddenly flung up, grabbing both of your wrists before flipping you two over, hovering over you with a wicked look in his eyes, his gaze on your now flabbergasted face.

He leaned down, his tone low and dangerous, his words slipping in your ear, "I think you've seem to have forgotten who is in charge here, petal."

A whimper crawled its way up your throat before you swallowed, feeling one of his large hand trail down your body and under your nightdress, smirking when he felt the absence of underwear. He guided his cock up to your slick entrance, softly rubbing up and down your sensitive slit, a pathetic whine escaping your throat.

Suddenly, without warning, he plunged into you to the hilt, making you yelp out in shock. Your hands went to his biceps, your nails digging into his skin and leaving small crescent-shaped marks in its wake.

Your head flew back as you felt the sensation of him beginning to draw his angry cock in and out of your tight heat, your core tightening when you heard him grunt and groan. You lived for the sounds that your pussy could make him emmit.

After a few minutes of his slow, hard pace, you looked him in the eyes, your gaze demanding, "Geralt," you hissed, "harder."

That's when his golden eyes were set ablaze with desire, the falsetto of his voice vibrating through his chest, "Be careful what you wish for..."

His pace became suddenly punishing, your beautiful noises of euphoria sounding out against the bedroom walls, your dangerous cat-like claws marking his back with vigor. You felt a coil tighten in your core, your body now chasing release.

Geralt almost finished right then and there when you began to buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, your teeth gritted as you tried to keep up with that bear of a man.

"M' close!" you finally whimpered out.

Two giant fingers suddenly began to circle your clit, rubbing quick and small circles. Pleasure overwhelmed you as you felt your mouth drop in a silent scream, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

White-hot rapture vibrated through your body as you felt the could deep inside you crack like a whip, your whole body tensing as you experienced what you had been longing to since your lover stormed out of the door to the tavern.

Like a domino effect, Geralt felt your tight heat suffocate his cock, making him tense. He felt himself flood your waiting canal, watching the bulge from his cock grow with the addition of his cum. He couldn't help but place his large hand over it.

You, on the other hand, were too fucked out to comprehend anything, your body shaking and buzzing from its recent release of so much pent-up emotion.

He slowly pulled out, making you whine, before shoving himself to the side, pulling you into his chest, his hand immediately staring to stoke your hair, the other ruffling his own.

"You understand why I was upset, Petal?" Geralt question, looking down at your panting form.

You could do nothing but nod your head, your throat sore and voice hoarse from all the sounds of pleasure you had made. And yet you managed to say this:

"If you ever yell at me like that again, I'll take your sword and slay you myself,"

Geralt laughed, actually laughed, before saying, "Alright, Petal."

[sadomas0chist]

my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

[mostlybarnes]

It’s My Party, You’re Not Invited (Part Two)

Summary: The morning after Bucky threw a party, you confront him but it doesn’t go according to plan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: more angst, arguing, Bucky is an asshole, language, not proof read, mistakes are my own!

Words: 1,567

Author’s Notes: Wow. I absolutely can not believe the support on part one! I’m so happy you guys liked it, and of course I’m always happy to give people what they want and since so many of you asked for part two, here it is! Really hope you won’t be disappointed, please let me know what you think. And don’t worry, there WILL be a part three. This isn’t the end!!

As you had predicted, you got no sleep. Your night consisted of you tossing and turning and occasionally groaning loudly into your pillow.

Your pillow was your closest friend, it captured your falling tears, and provided you with comfort when you couldn’t rest. The morning sun was pouring through your parted drapes, a new day was beginning and you knew you definitely wouldn’t be getting any sleep now.

Lazily, you threw the blankets off of you and sat on the edge of your bed, your palms on either side of you, digging into the mattress. Bucky not inviting you to his party shouldn’t have bothered you, but for some reason, it did. It was the reason you got no sleep, and you were annoyed by how Nat and your friends treated you last night. They were laughing and you couldn’t help but feel like they were laughing at you, even if they weren’t. Today would be the day you would confront Bucky, no matter what. But first, you needed a hot shower to try and wash away the tension that was rolling off your shoulders.

The shower itself would have taken a good ten minutes on a good day, but you spent almost an hour on the shower floor with your knees tucked under your chin and fresh tears disappearing under the shower head. Pathetic, you told yourself. Crying over something that wasn’t even your fault. How dare he treat you this way and make you feel broken. Speak of the devil, through the sounds of your cries and the water cascading down around you, your thoughts snapped back to reality when you heard his laugh from the hallway again.

Enough was enough with his games, you needed to know why you didn’t get an invite, it was just a simple little question.

Standing up off the shower floor with shaky legs, you turned off the shower and stepped out to grab the towel off the rail and pat yourself dry. In your haste to get dressed, your clothes were mismatched and your sweater was turned inside out. You didn’t care about that though, you needed to speak with Bucky. You needed answers.

You left your room and followed the sounds of the chatter coming from the common room. Your feet quickly carried you there, stopping in the doorway and noticing the room was completely trashed from last night’s shenanigans.

Broken glass was scattered over the marble floors, there were literally hundreds of solo cups all over the tables, there was even a broken window.

What the hell happened here? You wondered, stepping into the room, being careful not to tread on glass.

“Watch your feet!” Bucky warned, holding his hands up to halt your footsteps. “There’s glass everywhere.”

“No shit.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest and rolling your eyes. You heard him click his tongue as he worked on sweeping up the glass. “I heard you had a party?”

“Uh yeah, just some close friends and stuff.” He shrugged, and ouch if that didn’t fucking hurt.

“Really? I didn’t know you were– were close friends with people from…. statistics?” Anger was rushing through your veins, his nonchalant attitude wasn’t making this any easier and neither was the lack of sleep. You wondered what had happened to the sweet guy you knew. The shy Bucky who couldn’t even make himself a sandwich because he was afraid of being mocked by the other avengers. Or the Bucky that loved to sip herbal tea at 3 in the morning. Where did that Bucky go? Who is this Bucky? It was like a switch flipped and he changed overnight.

“What is this about, Y/N? You walk in here with some kind of an attitude problem and I’m tired, it’s early and I’m not in the mood.” He snapped and that was it for you. If he was tired, you were something else.

You stepped into the room regardless of the broken glass still all over the floor, not caring if any shards cut your feet as you stand toe to toe with Bucky. You shove him, but not surprised when he doesn’t budge.

“Where was my invite? What did I do to you to make you forget about me? It shouldn’t even be a big deal but–”

“Then stop making it a big deal! Is that what this is really about huh? It was my party and I invited the people I wanted to be there!”

“Wha– but you invited everyone but me!” You cried, your voice breaking at the end.

“Then maybe that tells you something.” He offers no sympathy to your state of distress. At least not to your face, it’s when you turn your back and he hears you cry harder does his own heart break. He didn’t mean for this to happen and the Black Widow’s footsteps behind him is about to remind him of his mistakes.

“You’ve really messed this up Barnes. I’m not sure Y/N will ever forgive you.” Bucky turns to look at Nat. Guilt and anger written all over his face.

“You don’t think I know that?! I did it to protect Y/N!”

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

////

The day away from the compound was exactly what you needed. The air was refreshing and cold, biting against your skin. It helped to clear your thoughts that were running in circles since you talked to Bucky. You still didn’t have a clear answer as to why he chose not to invite you, and that bothered you more than anything, but what he did say replayed in your mind. You suppose he had a point, it was his party and up to him who he chose to invite but it confused you because you thought you were on good terms with Bucky. Did you get it wrong? Where did it all go wrong?

Your fingers wrapped around the mug as you sat in the corner of the quiet coffee shop with a friend as they watched you watch the world go by.

“Okay, what’s going on?” They asked, blowing into the hot liquid before taking a quick sip.

A deep sigh fell from between your lips. Your body and mind felt exhausted, it was hard to concentrate.

“I don’t even know. I feel like I’m overreacting.” You shrugged, licking your lips and looking into your coffee as if seeking the answers to your unanswered questions.

“Overreacting? Did something happen on the mission you just got back from?”

“No, no. Something that happened after that. You know Bucky, right?”

“Bucky Barnes?” They asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What about him?”

“I just– I– would you be honest with me and tell me if I’m overreacting?” You bit your lip nervously and your friend nodded.

“Of course! Tell me everything.”

True to their word, your friend sat and listened to every single word without interruptions or sassy remarks. They didn’t stop to ask you questions, and they didn’t make you feel pathetic like you felt. Talking about it out loud made you feel stupid, maybe it was stupid to get angry over something so small. That maybe deep down Bucky had a good reason not to invite you. Maybe you just weren’t close to him after all.

“I’m so stupid, aren’t I?” You shrugged, the wooden table becoming more of an interest.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid but I think he likes you.” Your head snapped up and so did your eyebrows.

“You’re insane! Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Of course I did!” They defended with a smirk, “and here’s what we’re gonna try.”

///

Your friend’s idea was so stupid and this dress was far too tight for your liking. You felt like your your body was spilling out at the seams, a complete opposite to what you were used to wearing: comfortable clothing or pajamas.

Walking in heels was another problem for you. Any second now, you were sure you were gonna have to call Dr Cho because you had somehow broken your neck. However, after a few laps around your room, you felt confident enough to walk a few blocks in them. Grabbing a purse and a jacket from your closet, you staggered out of your room and into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He asked, pushing you away from him. He eyed you up and down, making you feel naked under his gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I be? And what are you doing here? Outside my door?” You folded your arms across your chest, big mistake as it pushed your cleavage together and with the height difference, Bucky had a pretty good view. He was a gentleman though and kept (or tried) to keep his eyes glued to your face.

“I came to apologize. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“It’s a bit late for an apology. I got your message loud and clear from this morning.” You scoffed. “And I’m going out with my real friends, not that it’s any of your damn business.”

“A party?” He wondered, his jaw clenching at the thought of you dancing with other people that weren’t him.

“Yes, and you’re not invited.” You smirked, turning on your heels and walking towards the waiting elevator, ignoring his calls of your name.

Bucky watched as the metal doors closed, his hands tugged his hair so hard he was afraid he would rip it out. He’s fucked up, Natasha was right. There was no way of fixing this.

“Fuck!” He yelled, kicking a hole in the wall next to your door.

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