#I’m going to be watching it n chilling out tonight so I’m kinda pumped for that

[dadbots]

title screen vc: resident.. evil… FOURRRRR…..

[yuujilogy]

trouble (gojo satoru x reader)

REQUEST:  what do you think about fem reader and gojou sensei having a secret relationship like they’d be sneaking late at night to fuck or smth but they have to keep quiet or else the other students will hear esp with them thin ass walls

| PAIRINGS:  satoru gojo x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: smut, explicit, little bit of degradation, little bit of cum play, breeding kink if you squint, exhibitionism, rough, unportected (be safe), grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 2,745

A/N: OH FAWWK YEA  some gojo spice to make things more interesting!! kinda went off with this one bc c’mon, we all know gojo is freaky and sexy in bed 😳 anyway i hope this is what you expected !! enjoy !!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Satoru pulled you inside of his room as soon as he opened the door after knocking just once. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait anymore, capturing your lips in a feral kiss as he pushed your back against the door to close it, you both moaning into each other’s mouth as his hand groped your ass to press you against him.

It’s not like you minded these kinds of escapades with rough sessions, where Satoru just threw you over the edge over and over again, showing his stamina off and fucking you stupid.

But right now, you were at the dorms of the Tokyo facility at midnight, where the other students and teacher were probably already sleeping soundly not that far from here. When he called you to this room, you thought he wouldn’t actually take the risk of taking you to bed, considering your relationship was still being kept a secret from your professional lives for two reasons: you were both teachers, and the heads above were just assholes who wouldn’t let Satoru−or you−hear the end of this.

Well, turns out this man is still full of surprises even after two years of dating, revealing at least one to you almost every day.

“S-Satoru…” you said between kisses, your hands flying to his hair that was already styled down due to the absence of his blindfold. He pulled away and looked down at you, smirking. Oh, he knew what was coming. “W-We are at the school right now, Gojo. What if they hear?” Your cheeks were already heating up, flustered by the surprising, wet kiss.

Satoru limited himself to let out a low laugh, his free hand caressing your cheek with slender cold fingers before travelling to the side of your neck. You could barely see the brightness of his blue eyes thanks to the moonlight coming through the windows.

“And what about it?” Satoru said indifferently, the hand previously on your ass making its way to your hip, too slowly it was sending chills down your spine. “You scared everyone will hear how I make this pussy mine the whole night?” his hand cupped your centre, making you jump and gasp. “I can already feel how wet you are just from some sloppy kissing, baby. I wonder if I could just slip my cock inside.”

God, you hated to admit it but he was so right. Satoru was always right and knew the right buttons to push at the right moment. You couldn’t help the grinding of your hips against his hand, already throbbing and clenching around nothing, in need of relief. Your hands grabbed the frame of his shoulders, moaning softly as you tried reaching for his lips once again. Yet he didn’t give you the chance to get what you wanted, pulling farther apart from your face. You complained with a huff, frowning, and he kissed your forehead.

“You’re so whiny tonight, baby. Better keep quiet.” He started making his way towards the bed with you, making you fall over your back, positioning himself on top of you. “Because I sure won’t hold back with you this time.”

With ease, he unbuttoned your jeans with one hand before pulling them down along with your panties. Both of his hands gripped your thighs, opening your legs to feel the chill weather hit your centre, feeling way too exposed. You were so sensitive already for some reason, you had to cover your mouth with your own hand when his fingers started rubbing your clit softly, your hips starting to move involuntarily trying to meet his movements.

You don’t know if it’s the fact you must stay quiet regardless of his sweet torture, or if it was the way he overpowered you so easily, but you were so turned on right now.

“So fucking wet already” Satoru groaned under his breath, more to himself than to you, the friction coming to a stop. Uncovering your hand to complain, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan when two of his fingers entered your warm core. Talk about timing. The sting of being stretched open feeling so good, arching your back as you bit your lip harshly. He knew your body so well and the fact you liked a little bit of pain from time to time. He chuckled. “You’re such a wet mess, Y/N. This dirty pussy is swallowing my fingers so easily.” Satoru brought his face to the exposed skin in your neck to start sucking softly at your sweet spot behind your ear.

It was too much. The risk, Satoru’s fingers and demeanour, and just overall the situation. All of that was making you feel so aware and sensitive, making it harder to control your whimpers.

“F-Fuck, ‘toru. I need-“ your words were interrupted by his fingers increasing their pace and going deeper, hitting the perfect spot inside of you, and, before you could make another sound, Satoru kissed you roughly, swallowing every single noise. He could feel the way you were tightening around his fingers, letting out small cries, and smiled against your lips before pulling away with a string of saliva between you.

“You naughty slut,” his fingers left your insides, looking at his fingers covered with your slick and then back at you. “You thought you were going to cum with only two fingers, didn’t you?” he guided them towards your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sucking them, tasting yourself, without breaking eye contact with him. “Are you that desperate of letting everyone know who makes you feel this good?”

You could only nod, humming around his fingers with pleasure before releasing them with a pop, your lips coated with a mix of your juices and saliva. Gojo pulled away from your body to get rid of his shirt, unbuttoning his pants afterwards and pulling them down, his throbbing hard cock springing free. Your mouth salivated at the sight of him wrapping a hand around his shaft, pumping it a few times while staring at you.

Satoru totally loved this sight: you spread open for him, your tortured wet cunt in display waiting to be ravaged by him. Only him. Just the thought of it made him eager to finally be inside you, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the tip of his cock as he bit his lip. God, he wanted to ruin you so badly.

“You’re so lucky I can’t wait to fuck you either” Satoru almost growled as he positioned himself again between your legs, his nails digging in the flesh of your legs to spread them further apart, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You held back a whimper as your small hands rested against his stomach as he was entering you. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

And almost too easily, he slides inside of you with a steady pace, his long hand covering your mouth as he bottoms out with just one thrust. You instinctively want to put your legs together, but Satoru’s hands didn’t let you, his nails digging into your flesh. His long cock was rubbing exactly where it had to, your insides pulsating and clenching around him. The feeling of his hips connecting with yours in such rough manner was too much you couldn’t help the heat in the pit of your stomach from appearing, throwing your head back with a muffled sob before you could even stop it.

Fuck. Satoru could cum from this sight alone, watching you tremble around him as his free hand lifted your shirt to reveal your breasts, squeezing them as you tried your best to stop the moans from coming out. You were sinful. Fuck. Fuck.

“Look at you” He started circling his hips still inside you, rubbing your inside walls deliciously. “Fucking losin’ it over some cock” the way he was degrading you this night, in this exact place where anyone could hear was way more pleasurable than you would like to admit.

Satoru didn’t want to hold back anymore, pulling almost completely out before slamming back roughly, even pushing your body back due to the force of his next thrusts, quick and deep. If it wasn’t for his hand still covering your mouth, you were sure your loud moans would be joining the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. Satoru was actually being nice here, helping you stay quiet as he kept hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he growled lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, knowing he went crazy whenever you did that.

Oh, but he wasn’t going to be nice anymore. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, leaving your mouth suddenly uncovered as you looked up to him through hooded eyes, mouth hanging open, drool starting to run down your chin as you gasped for air instead of making any sounds because, god, you were about to break at any point now. Satoru started controlling your movements, impaling you with his cock however he pleased with his own force, as if you were his fuck toy. You threw your head back, grabbing a pillow and biting it harshly because, lord, have mercy, you were about to scream if he kept fuck you so good.

“Yeah, just like that, baby” He was basically using your body as a toy to pleasure himself, looking down at the part you were connected to each other, biting his lip and letting out a sigh of pleasure as he continued his rough thrusts. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you was so perfect, your juices coating every inch of himself; you were born to take his cock, nobody but him could pleasure you. “Mm, fuck, I’m making such a mess out of this sloppy cunt. You hearing that? So wet it’s almost pathetic.” Your mind was going blank at this point, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs started shaking around him as the pillow muffled all your cries of pleasure, feeling that familiar heat in your core.

You were close and Satoru knew it. He was fucking you stupid this early into the night and he could go for hours now that he was actually fired up. He wanted to make you struggle a little more, so he decided that throwing away the pillow you were holding onto with dear life was a good idea. Your eyes opened in surprise, no longer being able to hold your moans at the lowest volume, raising higher in tone as his thrusts went by. He wanted to hear you come apart, secretly wanting the rest of his colleagues to hear how you were falling apart in pleasure because of his ministrations to your pussy. One of Satoru’s hands flew to your cheeks, squeezing them roughly to make you look at him, his thrusts slowing down a notch, but still going deep.

“You wanna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked through heavy pants, a smirk never leaving his face as he watched you struggle to form even a word. You whimpered a little louder this time. “C’mon, say it. You can do it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up.”

“P-Pleawse.. Nghh… Satoru m- Ahh!” You babbled non-sense through your moans, and you knew it, the pleasure being too much for you to handle right now, the grip in your face making it even harder to speak. God, you were actually pathetic, huh? All you needed to do was answer one single question and you would be seeing stars. But Gojo thought that was enough for this one time. Only this one time.

“Please, Satoru” He mocked, ridiculing you and releasing your face to grab your legs once again, spreading them open as you shook uncontrollably and continued with his fast pace. Tears started forming around the corners of your eyes due to the stimulation and how close you were to bursting, your walls pulsating around his cock so badly as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “You’re allowed to cum, baby, don’t hold back.”

And that was all you needed to throw you over the edge, head falling back with a silent sob once again as you squeezed the sheets into your fists. Satoru chuckled lowly, placing a finger over your mouth to remind you to stay quiet but you were far gone, still shaking for the still ongoing orgasm you were having. You bit Satoru’s finger subconsciously to avoid your whining getting louder. It seems he was also a sucker for pain as he was the one to let out a louder than before moan, bending over to get closer to your body, his face mere inches away from yours.

“F-Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you up so good.” The way you were squeezing around him was suffocating and the pain he was feeling from your biting was also bringing him closer to his release, his thrusts becoming sloppier and erratic as his free arm helped him for support when he grabbed your face again as you looked at each other. Everything else was a blur except for his cloudy eyes, foreheads pressing together as he kept groaning all the way through his release. You squeezed with the little force left in you, expecting to push him over already. “Ugh, yeah, just like that. Fuck, yes… Fuck, Y/N!”

He captured your lips into a sloppy kiss, muffling his own groans of pleasure as he stilled inside you, painting your walls white with every spurt as you felt him throb inside you, moaning against his mouth as he grinded against you. Satoru was cumming too much you started feeling it dripping out of you with the small movements of his hips. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as you both were coming down from your highs, and smirked, caressing your cheek and pressing another kiss to your lips, softer this time.

“God, baby…” a low chuckle escaped him as he pulled away, pulling out from you as he saw his seed coming out of you. He felt himself throb again at the sight. “We made such a mess.” Satoru gathered some of his cum in his fingers and smearing it in the outside of your walls. You whined hoarsely as you watched him play with his own release with his fingers, his cock still hard for another round.

After all, he was a big fan of sloppy seconds.

“Well, whose fault is that?” You kicked him weakly with your feet, rolling your eyes in annoyance, even if your body was feeling numb. You enjoyed it, of course, but reality was hitting you like a truck right now. It almost seemed as if Satoru made it his goal to actually get you both caught. Oh, girl, if you knew. “You sure are dumb.”

“Oh, c’mon baby, don’t be so mean. There’s no way we were heard.” Satoru pouted, his whole demeanour changing quickly as if he didn’t just fuck you into oblivion a few seconds ago. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sound of his phone inside of his forgotten jeans interrupted him. “Wait, someone is calling me.” He pressed a kiss in your forehead and stood up quickly, roaming through the room to find his phone to answer it. The light of the screen lighted up his features before bringing it to his ear. “Yeah, my dear director~?”

Oh, no.

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, hehe~” Satoru laughed sweetly, scratching the back of his head and sparing you a quick glance before a blush creeped up his face. You frowned. You knew the director Yaga wasn’t just calling to talk with your boyfriend at 1am on a Friday. Hell, he wouldn’t call Satoru at all if he could. “Haha! That’s funny because− What? Y/N?”

Oh, no, no. Please, no.

“I mean, yeah but− Yeah. Yeah, I understand” He let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. You swore you could hear Yaga’s loud, angry voice all the way to where you were. “Right. Yeah. Goodbye.” Satoru hung up and gulped harshly when he felt your glare piercing through his thick head. He turned to look at you with a sweet but nervous smile, forgetting the fact he was still fully naked. You could almost see the cold sweat running down his face. “Teehee~, we are in trouble.”

You were actually going to kill him.

[switchyfox]

in case you're open to Eddie Munsons requests 👉👈 maybe Reader and Eddie are drinking/smoking together and Eddie finds out that R becomes super affectionate when high/drunk? and Eddie just being super amused by it. no pressure tho :3

Thank you for the request, I loved it!! This is the first I decided to fill in, so it's my first time writing for Eddie. I hope you'll like it anon!

Eddie Munson x male!reader (drinking/smoking together - fluff)

You can read it on Ao3 here.

1.7k words - 3rd person - reader uses he/him pronouns - set before the events of season 4

“Hey, you’re still coming tonight, right?” 

Y/n never promised that he would be there, but with Eddie looking expectantly at him like this... there was no way he could say no to these pleading, soft brown eyes. Besides, he was a little excited to enjoy an evening with Eddie and his friends. They had only started to hang around together a few weeks ago; Eddie had approached him during lunch break and asked if he wanted to help him set up a DnD campaign. Y/n had been a little reluctant, but he soon found out that Eddie could be very persuasive. That, and the guy just kept rubbing him the right way, shooting compliments about his art and writing (that he had noticed during their classes together and extra scholar projects displayed around school through the years). Eddie sounded so excited at the idea of sharing a hobby, and y/n desperately needed this kind of friend, so he accepted. They had been spending time together developing ideas for the campaign ever since then, but they hadn’t had any occasion to just chill together outside school yet. 

“Yeah, count me in. I'll bring a six-pack.” 

Eddie pumped his fists in victory, a broad smile plastered on his face. 

“Awesome! Jeff and Gareth can’t wait to meet you.” His attitude changed to serious in a matter of seconds. “Just remember, no matter how hard they push, don’t drop any info on the campaign. It is crucial.” 

His interlocutor nodded. 

“Roger that. My lips are sealed.” 

This earned him another smile from Eddie, along with a pat on the shoulder. 

“Great. See you tonight then.” With that, he bowed before leaving towards his car, a grin on his face. 

***

The night was going well. Just as Eddie expected, his playmates had jumped on the occasion to try and get information from y/n as soon as he had arrived. The latter had held his ground through the evening better than expected, and the two nerds had stopped trying to get him to spill the beans hours ago now. 

Gareth had claimed the armchair to the left as soon as he had entered the trailer in the early evening, Y/n was currently sitting on the floor with his back resting against the empty side of the couch and Jeff was comfortably seated on the far-right end of it. They were discussing the upcoming Aliens movie; all were hoping to be able to watch it in the theatre. Maybe they would go together. Eddie had just left his spot on the sofa to fetch them another tape to play, they had all agreed to change to something calm after they finished the last Black Sabbath album. They had already drunk their way through two six-packs, shared a couple of joints, and they were all getting a little drowsy. 

Some chill classic rock tunes started playing from Eddie’s room, and when he came back to the living room, the conversation between his friends was still ongoing.  

“Actually, I think the Xenomorph is even more fuckable than Ripley. She’s hot and badass, don’t get me wrong, but have you seen this thing? Made me all flustered every time it came on screen in the first movie.” Y/n slurred, doing his best not to laugh at his own thoughts. 

“Wow dude, that’s gross.” replied Jeff. 

Gareth tried to think of it for a second and his face contorted in disgust. 

“I don’t even want to imagine how the whole sex thing would work.” 

That’s when y/n burst into laughter. 

“I’m only kidding guys, it is kinda gross. I mean, imagine if... ok ok, I’ll stop here.” He shut himself up by taking a long sip of his beer, amused. 

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes away from y/n. He knew he had been developing a bit of a crush on the boy, but to see him so relaxed, buzzed from the alcohol, the music and the weed... He couldn’t help but think he was the most handsome guy he had ever laid his eyes upon. No matter how unappealing whatever y/d just said might have been for anyone else, Eddie was not bothered in the slightest. He was glad that his friend was enjoying himself without the usual anxiety weighing on him, enough to share whatever silly thought was coming to his mind. 

As the conversation died down, Jeff got up and announced he needed to take a trip to the toilets. The three other nerds nodded lazily in acknowledgment. Eddie walked around the table in the middle of the room, picked up a joint that had been left there for later, and took over Jeff’s spot on the sofa. He lit up the cigarette, staring at y/n from where he was, and he put a hand on his shoulder as he took a puff. The boy turned to face him, and he exhaled the smoke. 

“It’s your chance to get a much more comfortable place to sit down for the rest of the night. C’mon.” 

He noticed the faintest sign of embarrassment on his friend’s face when he stood up, not so steadily. Eddie patted the spot to his left and y/n pushed the hesitation aside, plopping down next to him. Eddie smiled and threw his left arm on the back of the couch, handing the cigarette to his friend with his other hand. Y/n borrowed the cigarette from him and took a puff of his own, eyes closing for a few seconds as he held his breath in. When he exhaled, he handed the weed back to Eddie. He didn’t bother asking Gareth, as he had already stated that he wouldn’t smoke anything tonight. 

All three of them were now sitting in pleasant silence, if only for the soft music coming from the distant bedroom. They were all getting dozy, and y/n wriggled into a comfier position, snuggling a little closer into Eddie’s side, and he found himself drawing patterns with his fingertip on the leg of the metalhead. 

“You feeling good, y/n?” he asked, a little surprised. He had never seen him show signs of enjoying this kind of intimacy, not with him, not with anyone else back at school. 

“Mmh-mh, very good. You’re so... warm and comfy...” he mumbled. 

Eddie was a little taken aback but amused. He enjoyed this version of y/n. Actually, he was enjoying being snuggled next to him nearly as much. Taking another puff, he moved the hand that was resting on the couch to y/n’s back, rubbing it softly. The boy nearly purred at that. Eddie chuckled. 

“Someone’s in a mood, mh?” he asked teasingly. 

“Sorry, I’m just... it feels so good, I don’t think you’ll ever get me to move away from here.” 

Y/n reached out for the joint, softly grasping Eddie’s wrist. But instead of simply taking the cigarette from his grasp, he covered Eddie’s hand with his own and brought them to his face to take a hit. 

Eddie’s breath caught up in his throat when he could feel his friend’s lips brushing against his fingers. 

Y/n exhaled and he realized Eddie had stopped petting his back. His other hand was still hanging in the air where y/n had been holding it. A little concerned, he angled his head to stare back at him. 

His face looked a little flushed. He looked cute, y/n thought. And with his plush lips slightly parted, he looked so… kissable. Without even realizing it, y/n's tongue peeked out to wet his lips. 

This seemed to break the spell, as Eddie broke out of his stupor and averted his gaze, taking one last hit of the joint before crushing the nub in the ashtray. He had to bend over to reach it on the low table, and  y/n took advantage of the movement to sit up a little more properly, still very close to his friend. As Eddie straightened his back, y/n ran his fingers along the spine. He could feel his muscles tense slightly at the touch, but all the tension seemed to release off his body when he reached his nape. 

“Can I touch your hair dude? It looks so soft…” 

Eddie chuckled. Y/n was really full of surprises tonight. He turned his head to face him. 

“Only if you let me mess up yours later.” 

Y/n pretended to think it over, humming lowly. He didn’t give a clear answer before his fingers skimmed through the thick, dark locks and started to massage the crown of Eddie’s head. Eddie’s eyelids fluttered. The presence of y/n by his side was comforting, and the gentle movement of his fingers was making his head tingle in the best way. 

“Feels good?” y/n finally asked. 

“Never better. I think I won’t let you move away from here even if you try.” 

At this moment, Jeff walked back into the room, yawning. 

“It was a really great evening guys but I’m gonna head back now. Anyone needs a ride?” 

Gareth perked up at the offer, he was nearly falling asleep. 

“Uh yeah, I think I’m too tired to walk back all the way home.” 

Jeff turned his attention to y/n while Gareth mustered the motivation to leave the surprisingly comfortable armchair and gather his belongings. 

“What about you? Want me to drop you off?” 

Y/n didn’t answer the question, instead he turned to look quizzically at Eddie. He wanted to know if he was welcome to stay the night, he didn’t exactly feel like leaving now. Eddie picked up on that. 

“I think I’ll keep him here a little longer. Want to talk through a few ideas for the campaign before I forget them.” 

“Well then, it was really great to finally spend some time with you dude, you should hang around with us more often! I can’t wait to see what you both come up with for our party.” 

“I’ll definitely do, it was a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me in the first place guys.” 

“Don’t mention it, you’re welcome to hang out with us anytime. You’re part of the group now.” 

Eddie was glad that they all got along so well so fast. 

***

A few minutes later, after everyone had bid their goodbye, the two friends were gone. Y/n was still snuggled up against Eddie, playing with his hair while the guitarist traced lines on his back. 

“You’re really not gonna move, mh?” 

Y/n shook his head, yawning. 

“No way. I guess I’m just gonna pass out on top of you and you’ll have to deal with it.” 

“I guess I could handle that.”

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

BEAUTIFUL PLAYER S.G ROGERS

Pairing: FratBoy!Steve x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1830

Summary: You’ve always watched Steve from afar,and at a party one night you decide to really get to know him. You may REALLY get to know him later on in the semester... 

 Warnings: oral (female receiving), implied smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, light choking and slapping, fingering, clit slapping, drugs and booze mentioned, pet names 

Note** this was sorta kinda inspired by the song “ Beautiful Player” by Lana Del Rey ( unreleased) check it out on youtube!! ( also can you tell i like lana lol anyways stream blue banisters) hope you enjoy:) -claire

The water felt slightly chilly around your calves, tingling your toes and causing a deeper chill up your body from the breeze. Tonight was not the night to have worn a short skirt, let alone dip your feet in the pool at some random peoples frat house. Your mind isn’t all in the right spot, booze seeping through your veins. You swirl around the clear liquid, your cup half empty as you attempt to remember how many you’ve downed. Was this number three or four? And what even was it? Vodka?! 

A  gravely voice broke you out of your trance. “ If you don’t mind me asking love bug, why are you in the water? It’s freezing.” 

Steve Rogers sat down beside you, a grin on his face. Steve was beautiful. You couldn’t deny it, as much as you wanted to. Steve was smart, beautiful, funny and one hell of a package. He was strongly built, made of muscle, and towered over you at 6’4. He was the quarterback at your universities football team and could woo any woman he wanted. That’s why you tried to deny your very blatant crush on the man, because you didn’t want to be like every other girl- turning head over heels over some guy. You were extremely independent, and you’ve never felt as if you needed a partner. 

Yeah, going on a few dates was fun- and your ex-boyfriend Jermey wasn’t too bad- but you really liked being able to take care of yourself. Steve though- Steve was different. He grasped your attention like no one else ever had before. You were drawn to him like a magnet, although you were too scared to talk to him a lot of the time. You were a quiet person, very down to earth and constantly immersed in schoolwork. The odd time you did talk to him, or show up to parties like tonight- you loved talking to him. Steve was so easy to get along with, he was sweet and charming. You mainly watched him from afar, and prayed he wouldn’t notice. ( Which he did notice, very much in fact and he enjoyed it immensely. He may have also watched you too when you were busy with your head over a book or two).

 “ Well, you’re in here too now, so I’m not the ONLY crazy one here.” You giggled, meeting his grin. Steve shrugged and rolled his eyes. 

“ I guess I guess if you insist.”

 He held his hands up mockingly and you snorted with laughter. Steve looked down at your red solo cup ( and maybe was checking out your thighs that were slowly becoming more and more on display as your skirt rose slightly higher with each movement of your beautiful long legs in the pool)   “How many you at now y/n?”

 “ Whats it to ya?” You asked and he just shrugged. 

“ Wanna make sure you don’t fall into this pool because if ya do I’m not rescuing ya. Too damn cold.” You grumbled and Steve laughed. The music pumped through the speakers outside, lights changing colours and your head became fuzzy. You suddenly became quite tired and rested your head on Steve’s arm and he looked down at you.

 “ You good love bug?” he asked worriedly. You never really showed physical affection with him- so he knew the booze was probably hitting harder. “ Oh gosh I am so sorry I didn’t even ask if I could do that-” you mumbled, setting up suddenly. 

“ No no its ok its ok I don’t mind at all.” Steve laughed and you looked away, suddenly extremely embarrassed. “ You know I’ve been watching you tonight.” Steve trailed off. You looked up at him, a blush filling up your cheeks. “ God that sounded creepy I-” 

“ Hush.” You cut off his rambling. “ You just look really pretty tonight y/n.” You smiled, butterflies filling your tummy. 

“ Really?” you asked breathless. Steve thinking you looked pretty? That was a dream come true. You couldn't even believe he said that, you were seriously contemplating asking him to pinch you. 

“ Really.” 

Steve looked down at you and smiled shyly. You smiled at him and looked out at the party in front of you. People all around the pool, mingling and chatting, some people dancing, some refilling their cups. Music and voices swarmed through the air, and smoke left a haze above you from the blunts people were constantly lighting.

 “ So love bug, do I have your number yet?”

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As the semester continued on, you and Steve became closer and closer. He would walk you to your classes every day, meeting you at your dorm in the mornings to bring you a coffee and your daily blueberry muffin. Every day when Steve would knock, your roommate and best friend Darcy would yell “ Y/N it’s your boyfriend!” and every day you would blush while Steve would just laugh it off. The two of you were always together, becoming closer and closer. You would stay and watch his football practices and he would sit with you in the library, listening intently as you gushed about Shakespeare. Your crush for him was growing and growing by the month and deep down, you prayed he felt something too.

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It was quiet at your dorm, Darcy being at her parents till the next morning. You and Steve sat in your bed, curled up under a blanket the two of you shared. The rain pattered down lightly down the window as the clouds covered the moon slowly. Music trickled out of your speaker quietly as you read a book to Steve, enjoying the peace and quiet.

 “ Two lovers they were but time could only tell how much the love would remain.” You read the ending quietly and set the book down beside your bedside table. “Hmph” Steve snuggled in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

 Your breath hitched as he lifted up your hoodie slightly and started tracing circles on your stomach with his fingers gently. Wetness pooled in your thong. Oh god oh god you were not supposed to wet right now. Not at this time, when he was so close to you.  And Steve knew. Oh god did he ever. He noticed your breathing hitch, as you wiggled your hips slightly against him- trying to get some form of friction. He hummed softly and you whimpered quietly. 

“ Tell me something love bug.” “ Hmmm?” You murmured. 

“ Would you do anything I asked of you?” you turned around to face him quickly, and he smiled gently. “ Of course Stevie, anything!” You exclaimed. You always wanted to make him happy, and you would do anything to make him pleased. You craved his validation more than anyone else. 

“ So obedient for me..” Steve murmured, brushing his thumb across your lips.

 You gasped. This was really happening. Oh my god. Every fantasy, every time you pleased yourself to the thought of him, it was happening now. In real-time. 

“ Open.”

 he commanded and you complied. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked his thumb, and he hummed in satisfaction. “ Good girl bunny. Such a good girl for me hmm?” He asked and you moaned around his thumb. He took out his thumb with a pop and a string of saliva connected from it to your lips. 

You looked up at him with puppy eyes and he wrapped his hands in your hair, kissing you hungrily. Teeth and tongues crashed and he swallowed your moans eagerly. Steve yanked your hair back, exposing your neck, and marked it with blues and purples. “ Ohhh god Stevie please.” A slap stung across your cheek and you moaned, getting even wetter.

 “ You call me daddy. That’s the only thing you get to call me. Got it slut?” His eyes were filled with hunger and you craved him more and more by the second. “Yes daddy.” You whimpered and he grinned. “Good girl.” he threw off your clothes, and they landed in a heap on the floor, with his shirt. God he was built. He traced his fingers across your body and you squirmed. 

Steve lifted your legs up, kissing and biting down them until he reached your dripping core. “Mgmh Daddy please!” You moaned, already incapable of forming a coherent sentence. He swiped his finger across your clit and closed your legs on instinct. “ Oh no bunny. No you don’t.” Steve pulled your legs apart and placed them around his broad shoulders. You felt a slap to your pussy and you shrieked, eyes rolling back. 

“ Oh she liked that didn’t she? She’s getting more wetter by the second. Don’t worry bunny I’ll give her what she wants. What she needs.” 

Steve slapped your pussy a few more times and wrapped his hand around your throat and he went down on you. You swore you were in heaven. He was eating you out like a man starved, licking and sucking on your clit. All you could do was moan and babble, your legs started to shake from the pleasure. You reached down to grab his hair as he sucked on your clit hungrily and tightened his hand around your throat. Steve looked up at you, your juices running down his chin. 

“ God I’ve wanted this for so long bunny. So long. You’re so sexy and such a perfect little girl for me.” You panted, feeling light-headed from pleasure. “ Tell me bunny, do you think about me when you touch yourself?” Steve asked, already knowing the answer.  

“Mmmgmh oh god yes daddy I do!” You moaned and he grinned. 

“ I know.”

 He winked and slid a finger in you. Your eyes widened and you clung to him. “ So tight and wet for me bunny. So perfect for me.” His fingers hit your g-spot with every thrust as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. “ God I can’t wait till she’s milkin my cock dry baby.” He growled in your ear and you couldn’t take it anymore. “ Daddy please I’m going to cum!” You screamed, feeling the coil in your stomach start to snap. “ Go ahead bunny. You’ve been such a good girl for daddy. So needy hmm? Craving my validation like the slut you are?” You fell apart. White-hot pleasure washed over you and you swore you saw stars. Steve rutting his hips against the bed turned you on even more, and you squirted all over his hand that was rubbing your clit. “ Oh shit bunny, so fuckin sexy.” He moaned. Steve worked you through your high and you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. 

“ You with me bunny?” He whispered in your ear, stroking your cheek delicately. “ Mmm” You whispered and he chuckled.

  “Thank you, daddy. You’re so good to me.” You sighed and he smirked. Steve kissed you passionately and you had never been happier in your life. “ Well don’t worry bunny-” He said, 

“ Cause I’m going to make that pretty pussy of yours cum all night long. I love when you sing those little noises for me.” 

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i got horny and wrote this after some ideas you guys gave me!! thank you again to those who suggested it, i hope you all enjoy! ♡

All For Me

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, unedited sorry for errors

A laugh escaped (Y/N)'s lips as Reiner told her another joke.

An annoyed sigh left Porco's mouth at the sight of her giggling and smiling at Reiner's jokes. He hated the way Reiner looked at her, all those sweet laughs should be all for him and only him. Porco was never one to show his jealousy, he always failed to admit it because he was just stubborn like that.

Reiner and (Y/N) had been close friends for awhile. She knew him since high school and Porco was introduced to her when she started hanging out with Reiner.

The two had been dating for about a year and a half, she fell in love with everything about Porco. He was perfect to her and she wouldn't trade anyone else to be with him.

(Y/N) had always been very reassuring, Porco had jealousy issues and he was afraid that someone might take her away from him. He was always scared she could do better. Of course he believed her, but Reiner could be a little too close for his liking. He knew the two were friends, but sometimes he felt like Reiner could swoop in anytime and take her.

Porco watched from afar as the scenario unfolded, the bar was pretty packed tonight and it was Reiner's idea to go out. Of course (Y/N) was all for the idea of going out.

He sat watching as Reiner and (Y/N) sat in the booth and talked. Porco swirled his drink around, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. There wasn't much he could do anyway, Reiner asked her to come sit there and Porco wasn't one to interrupt.

"Don't be such a debby downer Pock,"

His eyes averted towards Pieck who had a beer in her hand.

His yellow eyes rolled, annoyance clear on his face. "I'm not a debby downer... I just wanted to spend tonight with (Y/N)," he replied and took a sip of the drink.

Pieck sat down in the stool next to him. "I'm sure everything is fine. (Y/N) and Reiner are just friends! You have nothing to worry about," she said, patting his shoulder.

A scoff came from his mouth. "Some friends huh.." Porco replied, placing his glass onto the counter. "I gotta run to the bathroom, keep me updated." he added and stood up.

(Y/N) laughed again as Reiner told her another joke, he was always one for jokes.

"You're quite the jokester tonight," she said, smiling as she calmed down from laughing.

The blonde chuckled. "I am quite the jokester. Say uh.. I wanted to ask you about something if you don't mind," he said and placed his hand onto hers.

Her eyes grew wide as she looked around the bar for Porco. She didn't see him anywhere. Worry ran through her as she pondered on where he could be.

"Sure! What's up?" she asked and nodded her head.

Reiner squeezed her hand a bit. "I wanted to ask if Historia was single.. I know you two are close and I was wondering if you could set me up," he asked.

Relief ran through her veins. "Well.. I'm not exactly sure if she is. I can ask for you through," she replied, smiling.

He laughed a bit, smiling in the process. "Thank you really.. I just don't know how to approach her," he said.

(Y/N) nodded her head. "No worries! I can help you out," she said and giggled a bit. "We can do it together,"

"Hey."

(Y/N)'s head snapped back to see Porco standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder. He didn't seem too happy by the way he was staring down Reiner, his eyes seemed to notice his hands on hers.

"Hi babe! What's up?" she asked, smiling at him.

Porco looked down at her. "Can we get out of her baby? I kinda want to go home. My head hurts," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

She blinked a bit and looked towards Reiner. "Sorry to cut it short Reiner. Text me, okay?" she said, standing up and grabbing her purse.

The blonde sent a smile her way. "No worries"

She waved at Reiner before Porco took her hand into his, the grip was tight. He lead her outside the bar and towards the car, she felt the chill of the night air hitting her skin causing chills to go down her body.

She couldn't help but notice how Porco was in a rush to get back, he practically dragged her outside to the car which made her question what was going on.

Sitting in the car she felt Porco's hand slide onto her thigh, giving a small squeeze onto the flesh. He was driving kind of fast and she couldn't help but notice how his jaw was clenched, his eyes never leaving the road. His eyes flickered a few times towards her form.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked, trying to break the tension between them.

Porco cleared his throat before speaking. "Mhm.. I can see you did," he said and turned the wheel.

Her gaze panned over to the road, they were almost home. She wanted to just get out of the car and drop the tension.

-

Within a few minutes the two arrived back at the apartment they shared. (Y/N) fidgeted a bit as Porco unlocked the door to the apartment, pushing the door open so she could get inside.

Porco tossed the keys onto the kitchen counter. (Y/N) stared at him as she removed her shoes, he looked pissed. She tried recalling if she said or did something to piss him off, Porco could be a hot head sometimes and it bothered her when he acted this way.

"Porco.. what's wrong?" she asked, breaking the silence.

Silence.

He didn't even bother responding, his eyes averted towards her but no words were spoken.

She began to become frustrated. "Okay you know what? Give me the fucking silent treatment. I'm going to bed," she said and walked past him.

That's when she felt the grip of his hand around her arm, his hand squeezed the flesh of her arm tightly so she stopped in her tracks. A slight yelp escaping her throat.

Her body was now in front of his, Porco's eyes bored into hers.

"You know.. it really pissed me off when you sat with Reiner the whole night. You know how much it pissed me off?" he asked, his voice low next to her ear.

She swallowed thickly. "I-I'm sorry Porco.. he just wanted some help," she said and looked down at the ground.

He used his hand to tilt her chin to look at him. "Seeing Reiner touch you really pissed me off (Y/N).. you know how I feel about him," he replied.

"Porco.. please, Reiner is just a friend. I love you," she said and chewed her bottom lip.

Porco smirked. "I'm gonna have to show you who you belong to.." he said, moving his hands down to her hips giving them a small squeeze.

She felt the print from his cock against her belly. A small gasp escaped her lips as Porco lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom and lied her down on the bed.

He hovered over her form, his lips pressed onto hers enveloping her into a rough yet passionate kiss. She slightly moaned into the kiss as Porco's tongue swiped over her bottom lip asking for permission, she opened her mouth a bit so his tongue could enter her mouth. The hot muscle explored her mouth.

Her hips moved upward to brush against his.

A chuckle escaped his throat. "Eager are we? Don't worry princess... I got you," he whispered, kissing her neck.

Her breath hitched as she felt his tongue against her neck, he slightly sucked at her sweet spot leaving a mark on her skin. A small whimper escaped her mouth feeling his kisses trail down her chest.

He pulled her dress down her legs, tossing it to another part of the room. Her skin was exposed to the cool air, goosebumps formed onto her skin making her shiver a bit.

He leaned down, kissing in between her breasts causing her nipples to harden. He used his hand to play with her bud as he continued kissing down her stomach.

"P-Porco.." she whimpered as she felt his lips against her skin.

The ache in his pants worsened as he heard her whimpers.

Porco smirked as he got to her panties, noticing the wet spot that formed darkening the material. He licked his lips hungrily at the sight. He opened her legs, hooking his fingers under the hem of her underwear and removing them within one swift motion.

Her body was growing hot feeling his touch, her skin tingled and electricity was running through her body.

Her pussy glistened in the light, making Porco's cock twitch. "Fuck.. your pussy is so wet. Is this my pussy baby? Who can make you this wet?" he asked, looking up at her.

She let out a shaky breath. "Y-You.. only you," she replied.

He kissed at her thighs. "Good." he said before leaning in and running his tongue along her folds.

A moan escaped her lips as she felt his hot tongue exploring her pussy. She bucked her hips into his mouth.

He held her hips down with his arm, forcing them onto the bed. His tongue flicked over her bead, causing whimpers and cries to escape her throat. He shoved one of his fingers into her core, knuckle deep in to feel her walls.

"Porco! Fuck!" she cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back.

The feeling of his tongue along her nerves made her mind cloud, her jaw was slack open as he continued pumping his fingers inside of her. Her walls fluttered around his fingers.

Porco shoved another digit into her, pumping at a quick pace. His fingers curled against her g-spot, making her vision go white and causing her back to arch off the bed. He pushed her back down and looked up at her with blown pupils.

"Keep your hips on the bed." he ordered, slowing the pace of his fingers.

Her fingers dug into the sheets as he continued working his fingers in and out of her pussy which was now dripping. He used this tongue to suck on her clit, squeezing the flesh of her thighs. He felt the hardening of his cock as he ate her out, begging to be freed.

The knot in her stomach began to tighten up as her orgasm slowly approached. Tingles danced along her body, her mind clouded from the pleasure.

"P-Porco..! I'm g-gonna cum.."

Those words made his eyes flicker upwards towards her face, he could see her eyes squeezing shut and her jaw slacking open with moans and whimpers escaping.

He hummed against her clit, causing vibrations to run along her folds. She suddenly reached her orgasm, her walls tightening around his fingers as her cream coated them. He removed his fingers which were coated with her arousal, he took a look at her pussy which was leaking cum.

He ran his tongue along her clit, lapping up the cum that leaked from her pussy. She cried out in pleasure at the overstimulation, her pussy throbbed with need as he continued to eat her out.

"I love the way you taste..." Porco said, leaning up a bit exposing his lips which were covered with her cum.

She swallowed thickly as he continued licking her folds. A layer of sweat began to form against her skin at how hot the room became.

Her hands found their way into his neatly combed hair, she dug her fingers into his scalp, a few strands becoming undone and flowing down towards his forehead. His hands hooked around her thighs as his head slightly moved around against her clit.

"Porco.. mm! Fuck..." she moaned, moving her hips upwards against him.

He used his thumb to circle her clit as he continued to lick along her dripping folds. Another orgasm began to approach, her moans becoming louder and the grip on his hair tightened.

"Fuck! Baby! I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum so fucking hard!"

Porco's tongue flicked against her bead, he squeezed the flesh of her thighs tightly which forced her hips down. Her legs became shaky and her eyes saw white feeling his tongue savoring her.

Tears pricked at her eyes as her orgasm took over her body.

"Oh fuck Porco!" she yelled, pulling strands of his hair.

Tears escaped her eyes feeling her high, electricity danced along her body from her stomach down towards her legs.

Porco sat up, his chin covered in her arousal. The wet spot in his pants showed as the fabric was darkened. Strands of his hair were now messy and undone. His eyes still blown with lust.

His belt unbuckled, pushing his pants off and removing his shirt. Her body shivered as he hovered over her, his eyes exploring her body.

He ran the tip of his cock against her slick folds, earning a moan from her lips.

"You want me inside of you..?" he asked and leaned his body down towards hers. Their chests against each other.

"Y-Yes.." she replied, moving her hips against his.

"What's the magic word?"

"Please."

He smirked, positioning himself at her entrance which was now dripping with arousal. He pushed himself inside of her, a groan escaped his throat as her walls hugged his cock. A moan slipped out of her mouth as he began to move his hips slowly into her.

"You're so fucking tight.." he groaned as he thrusted into her.

Her toes curled as his cock began to push into her, the tip of his cock brushing up against that spot inside her. Her vision going white as he hit against it with every thrust.

"Baby! Right there! Porco.." she cried, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked into her.

Feeling her velvety walls around him made Porco go crazy, he clenched his jaw as he felt her tightening around him every so often. Groans escaped his mouth feeling the pleasure.

Her arms went around his neck, bringing his face down so he could engulf her into a hot kiss. She brought her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her core.

"You like when I fuck you like this princess? You can be such a slut sometimes.." Porco said lowly in her ear. He slightly bit at her neck, causing moans to escape her mouth.

Her walls tightened a bit as the words escaped his mouth. She felt that familiar band in her stomach forming, her body feeling hot as his thrusts continued. Euphoria danced onto her skin.

"P-Porco.. I'm going to cum," she cried, throwing her head back.

His own orgasm was approaching, feeling his cock twitching inside of her and his thrusts becoming sloppy. His mind was going crazy.

He put his hand around her throat and leaned down towards her ear. "I'm gonna cum deep inside of you.. fuck, do you want that?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Y-Yes.. please!" she cried.

"What's my name..?"

"Daddy.."

"Who's the only one that can make you cum?"

"You daddy.."

A smirk formed onto his face. "Good girl," he said, thrusting quickly into her.

Her walls tightened around him as she creamed around his cock. Porco hit his own orgasm, a loud groan coming out of his mouth as his cum coated her walls.

The two breathed heavily for a moment as they recovered from their orgasms. Porco sat up, removing himself from her tired cunt and watching as a mix of his and her cum leaked out of her pussy. He smirked at the sight.

He lied down next to her, pulling her against his chest. "I love you.." he said, rubbing circles into her hips.

She kissed against his jaw. "I love you too.." she replied.

"Your love will always be all for me, right?" he asked and looked down at her.

She looked up and cupped his cheek. "Yes of course babe," she said, smiling at him.

He pulled her against his skin. "Good.." he said and lied his chin against her head.

[write-orflight]

Settle Down: Chapter 2

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev -  Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 2K

Warnings: SMUT!! (fingering, sexual content, small breeding kink i guess), cursing. things of that nature

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

AN: Unedited. This chapter has smut, not intense smut but it is to further the plot. comment on this chapter or message for taglist. much love Cia!

 Chapter 2: Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?

You never want to thank serial killers for anything but you were slightly grateful that they decided to chill for a week. You and Spencer didn’t really want to have to put this off another month and you very well couldn’t go to Hotch like “you mind if Spencer sits this case out so he can knock me up?” 

You decided that you wouldn’t tell the team what you guys were doing until you were at least 4 months pregnant, which getting Garcia to keep it a secret was proving to be its own task. You thankfully had been able to intercept her before she could tell Derek. 

Spencer was over every night after work now, cuddling you on your couch watching a new Disney movie. For a man who seemed to know everything, his classic children movie knowledge was lacking. Right now, you guys were watching Ratatouille. He was sitting on the couch and you were on the floor beneath him between his legs, his hand aimlessly raking through your hair. You were on the verge of purring like a cat. You had forgotten how it felt to be comfortable around someone. 

“I don’t understand. If this movie is supposed to be about a rodent in a gourmet restaurant. Why is he making a peasant dish?” 

“It’s called Ratatouille. Why do you think?” You say, looking up at him. “It’s a pun.” 

He smiles down at you. “Well, it’s a play on words. Not a pun.” 

“Whatever, nerd.” You go to turn your attention back to the screen but his hand slides from your scalp to around your chin, forcing your head to stay up. 

“Tomorrow’s the day, you know.” Spencer says. 

“Trust me, I know.” You say. 

“Are you…. nervous?” He asks, eyes kind of shifting. 

“You don't make me nervous, Spencer.” You say, turning so you can look at him fully. “But something tells me you are. Tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“It’s just…. Idontwantittobebadforyou.” He rushes out. 

You look confused for a second before you realize what he’s saying to you. “Oh, Spencer you don’t have to worry about that.” You say, tapping him on the leg. “After all, you are kinda the only one it needs to be good for.”  

“Actually some studies have been showing that women are more likely to become pregnant if they also achieve orgasm.”  

“Now that’s something I didn’t know.” 

“I just… it just feels selfish. You’re not getting anything out of it.” 

“But I am getting something out of it, Spence. The best thing, our kid.” You laugh. “That’s what we’re doing this for, right?” 

He hesitates slightly. “Y-Yea, it is. Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

“Hey, it’s alright. Caring if I orgasm already puts you above like 90% of the guys I’ve fucked.” You shrug. “Now, shut up. I’m trying to watch Remy.” You say, turning your attention but to the kitchen antics on the screen before you. 

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You had been antsy all day. Penelope tried to pry out of you what was making you so jittery but you never told her. As far as Penny was concerned, you and Spencer were going through the clinic. She didn’t need to know the details of how you were getting pregnant. 

After work, you and Spencer piled into your car and drove to your house. Once inside, Spencer waited in the living room while you went to the bathroom and took an ovulation test. Not exactly the sexiest thing to set the mood but what are you gonna do? You come out some time later brandishing the test before tossing it in the trash. 

“Well, I’m ovulating.” You say. “How are you feeling?” 

“F-Fine.” He stutters before clearing his throat. “I’m fine.” 

“Ok so you’re clearly not fine.” You say. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re having doubts. We can wait as long as you need.” 

“No, I’m fine, just nervous.” 

“This is probably the wrong time to ask but you’ve…. Done this before right?” 

He looks at you incredulously. “Christ, Y/N. I’m not a Virgin.” He exclaims. You hold your hands up in surrender. “It’s just weird. You’re my coworker.” 

“We can pretend I’m someone else if you want. Like I’m someone from the bar? Or where do you even meet girls? The library? Comic con? Pen gave me a Star Trek shirt last year. Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?—“ 

“Can I just kiss you?” He cuts you off. “Can we start there?” 

Your face can’t help but soften at that. “Yea, Spencer. That’s fine.” You say, stepping into his space. You feel his hand cradle your face before he leans in kissing you softly. You go at his speed for a while, slowly letting your tongues meet in the middle as you wound your hands into his hair. Soon a gasp is leaving you as you feel hands circling your waist pulling you closer as his kisses become rougher. Soon, you find yourself pressed against your wall. You let out a small yelp not expecting that at all. Spencer slots a leg in between yours, rubbing it against your clothed sex slightly. You groan when you feel his erection against your hip. Spencer’s now kissing you extremely rough. His hand drifts from it’s hold on your hip to the bottom of your jaw, fingers spreading slightly so he's almost gripping your neck like he wants to but is trying to hold back for right now. You’re a little surprised at that, you would’ve never thought Spencer Reid was into that. He pulls away for a second, hand still on your jaw looking at you with hooded eyes. 

“Bedroom?” He asks. You nod. 

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The two of you didn’t even have time to have an awkward moment because as soon as you’re in your room behind the closed door Spencer is on you, his lips finding your neck and that spot behind your earlobe that makes you moan. You reach to start unbuttoning his shirt, he helps you and you feel the slight smirk against your jaw. As soon as he’s undressed, you take off your clothes and sit on the bed. You look up and see Spencer still standing up at the end of it, watching you. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“Nothing.” He says. “You’re just- you’re beautiful, Y/N.”  

You don’t like the way your heart flutters at that. You need to get a grip and remember this is just a one time thing, a business interaction. 

“So do something about it.” You say. 

Spencer is on top of you at the speed of light, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. You moan loudly, back lifting off the bed when his lips circle around your nipple, fingers playing with the neglected one. He looks at you softly as he starts to pull your underwear down. His fingers ghost above your sex, waiting for your permission. You nod, moaning when you feel the first digit slides across your wet folds. You had thought about Spencer’s hands before but nothing could prepare you for how they’d actually feel inside you. He says nothing, just gently pumps the two fingers inside you, smirking at how much you’re falling apart under him. It’s somehow hotter than when guys talk to you in bed. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the line you had set for yourself as you get closer to the edge. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you were. Your moans got more and more loud as you felt yourself falling over the edge, praising Spencer’s name all the while. He still says nothing, just studies you with a look of wonderment crossing his face as you ride out your orgasm. 

“You ready?” He asks. You nod, helping him pull off his boxers before he settles in the space between your legs. You feel the tip of his member press against you before he looks you in the eye again, silently asking for permission. You push back against him, granting it. The two of you groan loudly at the feeling as he presses inside of you. Spencer gives you time to adjust to his length, he was definitely a lot bigger than you thought he was going to be, then again you never really thought about any of your coworkers genitalia before. You nod when you're ready and he starts moving, slow at first but quickly picking up pace when he hears the groans and moans escaping your body unintentionally.   

“Fuck, Spencer. R-Right there.” You stutter out, Spencer moves your legs higher up on his waist as he started fucking you faster, hitting that spot inside you nearly every thrust. You went into this expecting nothing, really just the most mediocre sex possible. Which was fine, you were only doing this for your baby. You certainly weren’t expecting Spencer to actually be good at this. But here you were, moaning like a pornstar underneath the man she didn’t even like just weeks ago. 

“Fuck,  Y/N.” He moaned, head dropping into your neck. You could feel him panting into your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so tight, baby.” 

You don’t know where that baby came from but you were too caught up in it to care. Your moans get louder and louder and Spencer drops a hand to your sex, rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves that had your back arching off the bed. You were so unbelievably close you and Spencer could tell by the scratches you left down his back. He placed a small bite on the small patch of flesh behind your earlobe and that was all it took back over the edge for the second time that night. You felt Spencer’s thrust start to falter shortly after.  

“Shit, you feel so good, Y/N.” He groans into your ear. “Fuck.” 

You knew it wasn’t wise and if you could take it back you would. But you got swept up in the moment and still reeling from the two orgasms you had that you turned your head and whispered directly into Spencer’s ear. 

“Give me your baby, Spence.” 

Spencer’s leans his head up to look at you now, an almost feral look crossing his face as he starts fucking you harder. Looking you so intensely in your eyes. He brings a hand up to your neck squeezing the sides slightly and gripping your head so you can’t even look anywhere else if you wanted to. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” He says, fucking you impossibly hard. You moan loudly, gripping his wrist attached to the hand around your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna--” He cuts off, and you watch him shake as he releases inside of you, thrusting shallowly as he rides out his orgasm. 

A minute passes and he separates from you, placing another pillow under your hips. “I’ve seen some studies say it’s better to keep the hips propped up for five minutes after sex to increase chances of fertilization.”  He says. “I’ll be right back.” 

He leaves you alone in the room for a second and you decide to spend that time gathering your thoughts. This could not be good. Spencer just gave you the best sex of your life for what most likely, was going to be a one time thing. You don’t even know how to go about working with him and raising this child knowing what he was like in the sack. This was a bad idea, but it was also a little too late now. 

He comes back in with a cold water bottle, prompting you to drink it which you happily accept. He goes and runs a hand softly through your sweatshined hair. 

“Sorry for… doing that, I know you said it wasn’t necessary before but you seemed close and it felt cruel to just not.” You look at him confused for a second before you realize what he’s saying. 

“Are you…. Apologizing for making me cum?” You ask. Spencer looks down awkwardly for a second. “Spencer, trust me it’s fine. In fact, it’s more than fine. Thank you for this. I know it was less than ideal for you.” 

Spencer playfully ruffles your hair. “It was not as bad as I thought it would be.” 

You roll your eyes at that. “Gee, thanks Casablanca.” 

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughs. “I should get going.” 

“It’s already late. You could just… stay if you want.” 

“I don’t want to impose--” He starts but you cut him off. 

“Spencer, stay with me.” You say again, looking him in the eyes. “Please.” 

He looks at you back for a second, decoding if you were serious before nodding and crawling into the bed next to you. You immediately turn and toss an arm over his torso. 

“Goodnight, Spencer.” You say. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says back. 

You can almost swear you feel a kiss at the top of your forehead before you drift off but you’re so tired. 

 You probably hallucinated it. 

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[babayagakeanu]

Sweet As Sugar*

Pairing: Wade Walker/reader

Summary: Wade gives you your first orgasm. ‘Nuff said. 

Warnings: smut, teeth-rotting fluff, virgin!reader

Wade has only been your boyfriend for about a year. You knew that he wanted to be closer to you in an intimate way, and if you were going to be honest with yourself, you were terrified. It’s the 1950s and you knew that sex before marriage was frowned upon, so if your mother ever found you two in your bedroom, you would never be able to see your love again. Alas, here you are, in Wade’s room, kissing you until your jaw was aching for release, and you decided it was time.

“Wade, honey, can we take a break?” You wish you didn’t have too, you loved the way he tasted as he licked into your mouth. “My jaw’s gettin’ kinda sore.” Wade smiled at you, kissing your lips one last time before he went to grab you both some water. You got up and threw on one of his spare flannels, the evening chill of the night raising goosebumps to your skin. It smelled just like him, and you sank into the warm cotton layers of the black and white flannel.  Underneath the flannel, you had stripped down to nothing, the flannel covering your breasts, but open enough for him to see the heavy swell of your breasts, and you had left your panties on as well. You looked like a sexy pin-up girl, and the boost of confidence was helping calm down your nerves. 

“Here, sugar! I got us some wa—” the cups come crashing down to the floor once he sees you lookin’ like that in his bed. “Hi, crybaby.” You put a seductive twist to your voice, and it seems to do the trick because you can see the large bulge forming under the tight leather constraints of his pants. “y-y/n, are you sure? If you aren’t ready, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me. I want it for both of us.” You shake your head at your pretty boy. “No, baby. I want you, I’ve been dreaming about you ravaging me all night long.”  You see your crybaby’s eye practically roll into the back of his head and before you know it, he’s crossing the room and catching your lips in a bruising kiss, something that you love about Wade. Your tongues taste each other, Wade sucking at tip of your tongue, causing you to gasp into his mouth as you capture his lips again.

“Oh, baby... you’re sweet as sugar.” Wade comments, “couldn't get enough of you even if I tried.” You moan lowly as his lips leave searing down your neck, sucking fat purple marks into your skin. “Wade, my mother is gonna kill me if she sees this!” His chuckle against your skin vibrates. “baby, that’s why they make turtleneck shirts.” You swat his arm, and he laughs again, going back into your neck to taste more of you. “I can���t believe your all mine, and the fact that you’re going to be naked in my bed, for my eyes only.” His lips reach your open chest, peeling back the flannel revealing your hardened buds to his chocolate eyes. “Oh, Christ almighty!” He shouts, and you silently thank God knowing his grandparents aren’t home. Self-conciuosuly, you move your arms to cover your modesty, but he looks into your eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever see, y/n. Please don’t hide from me, alright? I won’t hurt you.” He kisses you sweetly, “it’s all about you tonight.” 

You lower your arms only to watch as Wade takes a nipple in his mouth as he watches you. You’re convinced you’ve never seen anything sexier than what you just witnessed. He lavishes your bud, nipping it a little watching as you squirm under his touch. “Wade, please..” he snickers and kisses down your stomach, licking and sucking at your soft flesh. He gets to your panties, and looks at you, silently asking for your permission to remove the last piece of clothing separating you and Wade. You nod and watch as he peels your panties off with his teeth.

You had done some maintenance down there for this night so you were glad when he stopped what he was doing and stared down at you in awe. “You are an angel, sugar.” He strips down to nothing and you stare as his length bobs against his stomach. Your mouth instantly waters but you’re too scared to give him one of those blowjobs you hear girls talking about. He lays flat against his stomach on the bed and kisses up your thighs. Slowly pushing open your legs, he presses a kiss to the top of your mound, and you felt yourself growing wetter and wetter by the second. He takes a long lick up your cunt, growling as he tastes your sweet juices. “God, you taste like fuckin’ heaven, babydoll. Gonna get you all nice and worked up for me before I fuck you nice and good, baby.” He inserts a finger, slowly working your hole, and you arch your back, the pleasure you feel too overwhelming. He adds his tongue to the mix, slowly circling your clit, causing a tight knot to form at the pit of your stomach, and you remember that this is what your friend, Betty was talking about. 

Your first orgasm was approaching, and just as you feel Wade circle your clit and pump his fingers inside you one more time, you unravel before him, crying out his name and pulling on his formerly slicked hair. Coming down from your high, Wade kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “Beautiful, baby. You’re absolutely beautiful, I love you.”

“I love you, Wade Walker.” You say, staring into the wondrous orbs of your boyfriend. He smiles, running a finger over your lips before pulling a shiny metal packet from his bedside drawer. It’s like he sees the gears in your mind turnin’ but he smiles at you, “baby, I won’t hurt ya’. I’ll go slow, I promise you.” He slips the condom on, and after, teases your entrance with his cock. He slips his head in, watching in sadness as he notices you wincing. To ease your pain, he kisses you once again, before slowly and sweetly bottoming out inside you.

“Ah!” You gasp, scratching your nails along his back, prompting Wade to moan lowly in your ear. He waits until your comfortable enough, and as you tap his shoulder, signaling your ready for him to move, he does, slow and encouraging thrusts in your sweet cunt. 

“Oh, fuck doll, didn’t know you would be this tight. Hugging my cock so good.” His lewd talk is working you, making it easier for him to slide in and out inside of you. “Fuck!” You gasp, watching as he hits the perfect spot, making you clench around his cock. “Jesus, doll. If you keep clenchin’ around me like that, I’m not gonna last long.” He pumps while he attacks your breast, sucking and biting at your nipples, throwing long licks at them to soothe the bite. 

It’s not long until your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, careening through your entire body, legs shaking against Wade’s waist. He follows after a few thrusts and empties inside the condom, plopping down against your chest as you both catch your breath.

——————-

You lay in the afterglow of your love, Wade’s fingers tracing circles on the side of your arm, as the tv casts a soft light inside the dark bedroom.

“I love you, crybaby walker.” You say, softly against his mouth.

“And I you, y/f/n, y/l/n.” 

[hunni-pen]

KINKTOBER DAY 5: SHINSOU/READER

Warnings: Mentions of drugs(just weed nothing to bad) Shotgunning,.

Notes: Finally, I’m all caught up. Someone pray for my fingers, I type entirely on my phone😭

Word Count: 1069(I ended up cutting it short for time)

(He’s hot)

Was college hard? Yes. Were you stressed, no. Because you had the perfect stress reliever. A boyfriend. Correction, a stoner boyfriend. He always had everything you needed to relieve that tension after a particularly hard test or to get to sleep, whether it be sex, weed, or both. You had everything you needed all in one guy.

Shinsou was the last person any of your friends were expecting you to date. He was kinda a lazy looking guy who always wore baggy clothes that never fit just right and he didn’t stand out much, but you loved him. He was funny, chill, and loving, all you could ask for. Your friends saw that, and were very supportive of the relationship.

Although there was a secret side of him that nobody but you received the pleasure of seeing. Shinsou was a total sex god. He hardly needed the stimulant of whatever made you feel so good when you smoked hybrid. But that was definitely a plus. Shinsou always made sure you came. If not before he did, he sure took the time after to give you all the love and care to get you to that spot.

“Babe, come to bed, I loaded a bowl and everything,” Shinsou said, already having the covers pulled over his lap.

“Lemme finish looking over this last page of notes,” you responded.

You heard him sigh deeply. “You don’t have class for another 2 days but go off I guess.”

“It’s best to study your notes 24 hours after you take them,” you responded smartly. Your high school history teacher used to spout that line at your class all year, and you chose to live by it.

“Whatever,” he sighed out. Knowing he was fighting a losing battle with you. Nothing could tear you away from your study habits.

You heard the flick of the lighter and the sound of Shinsou sucking in a deep breath of smoke. “Open the window babe, the neighbors might complain,” you said, uncapping your highlighter.

The bed creaked as Shinsou stood up. You heard his feet tapping lightly on the floor, and a shadow fell over you. You looked up at him expectantly.

He leaned down, using his hand to tilt your chin up. His lips pressed to your in and open mouth kiss and your own lips parted, you inhaled the smoke from his mouth into your own.

He pulled away and you joking blew the smoke back into his face. A smile growing on your lips, as he waved the smoke out of his face.

“Come to bed (Y/N),” he said softly. “I don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

You closed your notebook. “Well when you ask like that, how am I supposed to say no?”

He pulled you up and you flopped onto the bed, Shinsou laying next to you after he opened the window. You moved yourself to sit up. Taking the pipe from him and lighting it for yourself. The two of you passed the pipe back and forth. Talking aimlessly about your day and Shinsou complaining about his part time job, and you talking about the assignment your professor was currently getting you all prepared for.

“It’s so fucking stupid though. Like no one cares about these old dead men that definitely killed tons of people,” you exclaimed.

Shinsou snorted out of a laugh, “too bad you're such a model student then huh?”

You playfully glared, “quiet you. I don’t want to hear that from a movie major.”

“Film major,” he corrected like he always did.

You cuddled down into the covers, watching him lovingly as he put your stuff into the drawer next to the bed, finally turning over and looking at you.

“Yes?” He asked.

You shrugged, “I just think you’re pretty.” You laughed to yourself and turned over. It felt like the world was moving slower. The best feeling in the world.

“I’m hardly pretty,” Shinsou rolled over to hover over you. “You on the other hand. A work of art.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.

One kiss turned to two, and two to four. And before you knew it he was kissing down your torso. Lithe fingers pushing your underwear to the side, teasing your entrance.

You laughed between sharp breaths. “If I’d known where this is where we were going tonight, I would’ve worn my cute undies.”

“Your underwear don’t matter to me. I just wanna eat you out babe.”

Your cheeks flared up at his bluntness and you looked away from his piercing gaze. He laughed at your embrasement, pressing his lips in an open mouthed kiss to your clit.

You felt his warm tongue begin to work away to your entrance, small moans and gasps falling from our own lips. One of his hands gripped your waist to keep you from rolling your hips, from being “too greedy” as he liked to say.

“Taste so fucking good,” he moaned, the virbrations shooting up to your stomach and back down to your core where you clenched around his tongue.

He slowly inserted a finger, his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves that was your clit. The pressure on the sensitive spot causing your back to arch and a moan to rip from your lips.

“Hitoshi, if you keep doing that-“

“You’ll cum right? I want you to. Cum right in my mouth okay babe.”

Your breath hitched as he dove back down, adding another finger and pumping them in and out. You covered your mouth, trying not to be too loud this late at night. You didn’t want another aggressive letter from your neighbors.

A knot began to form in your stomach and you couldn’t help the way your moans raised in volume as he continued to work his fingers in and out of your soaking core. Before you knew it you were cumming in his mouthing. Tightening around his tongue and he attamepeento slurp up every drop of cum.

Your ears were ringing and your legs shook as he climbed over on top of you. Amused eyes taking in your orgasmic glow. He leaned down giving you an open mouth kiss. You returned the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. Your own flavor filled your senses and he pulled away.

“Swallow.” You did as he said closing your mouth. “Good girl, now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

————

*dances in shinsous whore*

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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[stripper-patrick]

If only they knew🤡 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, oral (m), fat shaming, fingering

Relationship: Henry Cavill x black plus sized reader

“Hey are you busy” I look at my newly done nails

“No I had just went for a run then I was about to get in the shower. Why?” Henry asks. I frown my face up

“Because I wanted to come see you”

“That’s fine. She’s not here”

“Ok I’ll be on my way”

...

I knock at the door waiting for Henry to open it. I stare down at my feet painted a pretty opal color dressed in Steve Madden sandals Henry got me. Oh yea me and him are having an affair basically. He’s married to some model but he already knows she’s cheating so I guess this is payback. Me and him have been friends since before he even met this girl. We’ve been this whole friends with benefits thing for a long time. Before I got pregnant. You can guess where this story leads to now. I had my affairs child and never told my own husband. Because Zara, the baby looks so much like me just with lighter skin. Scott, my husband, doesn’t realize.

He opens the door pulling me from my thoughts and I see his dripping wet body clad in a towel hung low on his waist.

“Hey how are you” he smiles with his phone in hand.

“Hi I’m good” he lets me in pulling me in for a hug getting me all wet

“Ugh Henry now I’m wet”

“Wouldn’t be the first time” he smiles kissing my head “how’s my baby girl” he refers to his daughter Zara

“Good teething so she’s kept me up for a minute. Scott took her with him to give me a break”

“Mmm” he mumbles

“My clothes”

“Let me help you” he pulls my shirt off and I push him to the recliner in the corner of the living room. I unravel Henry’s towel dropping to my knees as he sits in the recliner. I think my head on the tip watching his eyes shut completely trapped in what I’m doing.

I jerk him from the base sucking on the tip collecting all of his precum on the tip of my tongue. As his eyes are closed and I’m still sucking I grab it unlocking it with the password. I click on ‘Contacts’ and select the name ‘Christina’. I let it ring and when she picks it up I set it on speaker on his chest “hey babe”

His head shoots up and I smile “h-hey honey”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing” I sink my head further. Luckily I don’t have a gag reflex. Henry tries to push me off but I swat his hand away. “I was just calling because I think we should have Y/N and Scott over tonight for dinner” my head shoots up. I smirk tightening my grip around him making a low moan escape.

“That’s a great idea. What should we have for dinner” before he responds I massage his balls and suck his tip hearing him moan again

“Oh? What are you doing babe” I hear her getting flirty but Henry pushes it off

“I stubbed my damn toe. Uh steak is fine”

“Oh ok cool. With mashed potatoes”

“Yup perfect” he looks at me grabbing a fistful of my head guiding him further. Henry pushes his hips upward and I smile letting him fuck my face. “Honey i gotta go I’ll see you later”

“Ok love you”

“Love ya too” he hangs up throwing his phone and pulling me up. Henry pulls my leg on his and I sit on his dick feeling him stretch me out. He puts my legs on his shoulders and holds my arms out bouncing upward to penetrate me. I moan smiling and then my phone rings. I look at Henry and he smiles “answer it or you won’t cum”

I whine and grab it putting it to my ear “h-hello”

“Hey babe” it’s Scott “hows the nail salon”

“It’s good I’m at the gym now. What’s up” I say rushed

“I just got a call from Christina inviting us over for dinner tonight. Did you wanna go”

“Yes” I moan. I snap out of it when Henry fucks me harder “Yea sorry these leg days kill”

“Trust me I get it. I’m going to the liquor store did you want anything”

“Uhhh” it’s harder to think when I have a huge cock plunging into me. He lets go of my arms and I straddle his waist. He’s still bouncing into me. Henry’s face dives into my bouncing breasts. “Uh cupcake champagne” my body starts shaking

“Ok wh-”

“I gotta go bye” I hang up dropping my phone and my body caves forward. Henry groans squeezing my hips as we both leak on each other.

“Look at you. You filthy bitch” my body shakes more at his degradation and I smile.

“You feel so damn good” I moan

He pumps us out the rest of the way and stops. I feel his dick throbbing inside of me.

“I gotta go home and go shower to get ready for our dinner tonight” I smile. I pull myself off of him and get dressed “your wife will be home any minute”

“That she will” he stands up walking me to the door not even before clinging his towel to his waist again.

“I’ll see you at dinner?”

“I’ll see you at dinner” he smiles winking

....

I’m at home fresh out the shower when I hear Scott get home “babe”

“I’m upstairs” I yell back. I oil my body down and he walks in holding Zara. I smile as he puts her down and she walks towards me. I pick her up kissing her cheek.

“I got the drinks” I nod “damn where’d all this weight come from I thought you went to the gym” I put down the baby and finish getting ready giving her a toy to settle her.

“The shit doesn’t just fall off overnight asshat”

“You need to lay off everything you eat” he chuckles

“Get ready so we can go” I slip into a short dress and grab my sandals. I grab the baby taking her downstairs and shake my head. His comments are really sticking to me today. I grab my phone texting Henry titles under ‘Dominoes’.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” I text

“Of course why?” He responds

“You ready?” Scott asks. I yell back a yes and reply to Henry

“Did he say something to you again?”

“Yea. We’re on the way”

“Ok darling. Don’t worry I have something special for you tonight”

...

I knock on Henry’s door and Christina greets us at the door. She hugs both of us and I smile “thanks for having us” Zara smiles at her.

“Of course no problem. Come in” I walk through smelling the delicious food. If she couldn’t do anything else, Christina could cook. I think that’s why Henry is still around. He likes to eat. Trust me I’d know.

We migrate to the dining room where the food is neatly placed on the decorative place mats and Henry smiles standing up. He wraps me in his embrace. Henry lets go and a part of me wishes he didn’t. He tickles Zara’s feet and she instantly clings to his large arm. He hugs Scott and we all sit. Me with Henry and Christina with Scott. Zara on his lap.

“So how’ve you been” Henry asks Scott as he starts feeding her.

“I’m good. Works kicking my ass” he smiles

“I understand” I take the fork starting to eat while Christina smiles at me

“So when do you plan to get pregnant again Y/N?” I nearly choke

“Uh not for a long time I’m perfectly fine with Zara” I smile “I’m too busy with work. What about you?”

“We’re trying but nothing yet” she says sadly

“Aww you’ll get there” I feel Henry’s hand slide up my thigh all the while he’s still holding a conversation with Scott. Now they’re on the topic of business and how Henry owns multiple.

His hand moves further up parting my legs. I rest one on top of his to give him easier access. Henry rubs my clothed clit and I trip up on my words.

“How’s w-work coming along?” I ask her

“Great. Me and Henry have a banquet to go to next weekend which should be fun. I bought this beautiful gold dress” She grabs her phone and Henry inserts his fingers inside of me. I hold his large hand grinding myself against his hand. I smile as I see the dress and control my fast breathing. He uses his thumb to run my clit while stimulating my g-spot.

“That is...” I take a minute to collect myself “stunning”

“I’m so excited” she smiles “we’ve been thinking about getting another dog”

“Uh you’ve been thinking about it. I’m perfectly fine with Kal” the British hunk chimes in curling his fingers. I stab my fork into some broccoli trying to shove as much of it in my mouth as possible masking a moan.

“Damn babe can you chill with eating so much. I told you about that”

“I just got the perfect idea” Christina says “we should go to the gym together. It would be so much fun”

I can see Christina means no harm in her words but Scott’s words were dripping with humiliation. I grip the sides of the chair and I see Henry’s chest rise and fall faster. His nose flares in anger as he presses my spot harder.

“Scott that was a little mean don’t you think?”

“Come on Henry look at her. She looks like a whale”

My legs tense and start shaking while he keeps a straight face destroying my insides with just two fingers “I think she looks great especially for someone who just had a baby” he emphasizes. I can see he’s pissed. Scott did this a lot when I was pregnant as well which would make Henry go off sometimes.

I tap his thigh lightly succumbing to my demise. I let out a shaky breath and squeeze my eyes shut leaking all over his hand.

“Y/n are you ok?” Christina asks. I nod

“Headache” My nails dig into his thighs and I hear a low growl come from him feeling him hash out the rest of my juices.

I take another bite and Zara smiles. Scott feeds her another small bite of mashed potato.

“Yea but damn it’s been a like 11 months. She should look like Christina by now”

“Clearly they’re two different women” he says getting angrier. Zara pulls off of Scott’s lap walking over to Henry with her arms up. He grabs a napkin wiping his hands and picks up Zara with his clean hand. She stands on him playing in his hair ruffing up his curls.

“Hi pretty girl” she smiles giving him her one dimple. Like his.

“Can we all just eat a civilized meal” Christina says adoring Henry and Zara. God. If only they both knew. “You two are so cute together”

Henry smiles as she moves on to his buttons.

“I never realized how much Zara kinda looks like Henry” my breath catches in my throat and I cough.

“You’re right” Christina says. I grab the cup of water taking a sip “ugh Henry give me a baby tonight”

“It’s not that easy” he smiles

“Yes it is” I blurt out “sorry” I laugh glancing at Henry He smiles at me with a small smirk

[keanuvibe]

Professor Reeves (Keanu x Reader) Pt. 2

A/N: well, I’m not too proud of this one. I got super demotivated and kinda finished it just to finish it. I’m sorry y’all, I've been really insecure about my writing lately so, I just haven’t been posting. But, I managed to gather some courage I guess. (this is also unedited- straight off the grill)

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: smut, public sex

The echoed tick of the clock only seemed to add the anticipation that floated throughout the space, bringing excitement to each student who was eager for summer break. It’s Friday, the last Friday of the semester to be exact. Tomorrow, you and all of your peers will be free people until the coming fall. You’d already begun to make plans with June and her child, planning to become the fun ‘Aunt’ over the break. June had also asked you to move in. Knowing you live with your parents, and needing another set of hands around the house was her main reasoning. You couldn’t turn down the offer, and with your part-time waitressing job you can help with the bills. 

Though you were eager for summer break, there was one thing you were going to miss about college. Your eyes raised from the book you were reading, focusing on your Drama teacher across the room. He sat at his desk, looking at his laptop screen with a furrowed brow. A little smile couldn’t help but crawl across your cheek at his focused expression. The end of the semester meant the end of your after school activities. The two of you hadn’t discussed the status of your ‘relationship’; mostly because you are too shy to ask. Hell, you’ve been seeing each other in the most vulnerable way for almost a year, yet you can’t ask him a simple question. The brain works in mysterious ways.

The bell ringing, dismissing class for the last time, startled you. The room immediately jumped to life as students rushed to say goodbye to Professor Reeves and ran out of the door. It seemed to have emptied quickly as you, June, and a few other stragglers remained. 

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early?” June asked, referring to your moving plans. She finished zipping up her bag and turned to face your person, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.   

“Bright and early.” A wide smile covered your cheeks as you nodded. June’s beaming gaze said all that it needed to as she huffed her backpack over her shoulder and said a quick goodbye before exiting. June didn’t know about you and your teacher, somehow you’d avoided the subject for the entire school year. She never questioned why you hadn’t gone on dates or mentioned anything along that sort, which you appreciated. She must know that in due time something will happen.

“So, what are your summer plans?” The familiar voice of your teacher caused chills to cover your spine. You hadn’t noticed the other students leaving, causing the two of you to be alone.

“Well, you already know June and I are moving in. Otherwise that? Working, probably.” You responded, slinging your bag over your shoulder and turning to face the man. “What about you?”

“Some house projects, maybe do a few local shows.” He spoke, leaning against one of the tables with his arms folded across his chest. “Speaking of; my band is doing a small gig tonight at the bar on forty-fifth and Gibson.”

“Band?” You questioned, raising a brow. He’s never made mention of being in a band before. Although, over the course of the year he’d surprised you with little details of his life. Like, for example, when you found out he builds and collects motorcycles. It was a wonderful little crack into his world; which he shielded most. You know his wife passed away twenty years ago, but he hadn’t talked to you about it; you only remember that from when June gave you the ‘run-down’. Maybe that was the start of privatizing his life. 

“I play the bass. Have I never told you before?” His deep voice brought you back.

“No! That’s so hot.” You breathed, letting out a short laugh. You heard the man chuckle as well. 

“It starts at nine, but we’ll be there by seven to set up.” The man spoke, standing up straight, padding closer to your shorter frame. You witnessed his eyes glance around the room before focusing back onto you. One of his arms pulled you into his chest while the other hand pulled your chin upwards. Your lips softly met, his stubble scratching your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close before breaking the kiss.

“Okay, I’ll see you at eight. Fashionably late.” You let out a soft chuckle, feeling giddy from the energy he gave you. The man let out a snort, shaking his head at your comment. 

“You have a habit of being late anyways.” His tone was laced with humor, but you fake scoffed to get a reaction.

“Maybe you’re just too early.” 

“Sure, I’m just too early.” The man's response made you giggle before you quickly pulled him in for another kiss. His arms pulled you close, hands roaming your bum. The kiss deepend slightly, however, you pulled away wanting to tease.

“I’ll see you tonight, Professor.” You spoke low, biting your lip as you pulled away and stepped back. Your teacher’s eyes scanned your full figure up and down; eyes dark with want. You knew you had him hooked, causing goosebumps to form across your skin.

--

The cold night air nipped at your exposed legs as you walked towards the entrance of the bar. Packs of people stood outside, some smoking, others held bottles of alcohol as they socialized. The music that thumped inside could be heard as the bass slightly shook the walls. Looking down at the watch donning your wrist, the clock read 7:43. You were late, but not as late as you joked. Pushing through one group, you found the entrance. You handed the bouncer your ID prompting him to read and scan the card before letting you pass through. The music quickly got louder as you entered the space. It was full, people were definitely shoved into the small-ish space. At one end of the long rectangle room was the actual bar, and on the opposite side was a small stage where the DJ stood pumping his fist to the beat.

Scanning the room, you found the familiar tall man standing at the bar, a glass of dark liquor in his hand. Smiling and subconsciously fixing your outfit, you quickly pushed through the herds to reach the bar. Once there, you tapped on his shoulder, prompting the man to turn around. His face beamed with excitement upon seeing you.

“You made it!” He exclaimed over the music. You nodded, standing on your tippy toes and pulling him in for a quick kiss. The man obliged, leaning in with eagerness before you broke away. 

“Of course I made it!” You responded, rubbing your hand along the front of his chest. He was dressed down, only wearing a t-shirt with a front pocket and jeans. His long hair was uncombed and disheveled too, just as you loved it. He seemed to be slightly buzzed as well; his cheeks giving it away by being faintly flushed.

“Do you want to move to a booth where it’s quieter?” He then asked, leaning close to your ear. You nodded, smelling the dark liquor that stained his breath. The man grasped your hand and led the way; pushing aside the crowds with ease. You couldn’t help but wonder where the rest of his band was, if they were out mingling before the party as well; and, if you’re going to be introduced or not. 

Keanu gestured for you to slide into the seat first, and you complied. The man followed in, sitting closely to your figure. It was quieter now, being you’d moved to a different side of the bar. A few other groups occupied the remaining booths, lost in their own worlds. 

“Drinking before the show?” You questioned with a cheeky smile, turning your figure to face the man better in the seat. The teacher laughed, holding up the glass in his hand.

“Calms my nerves.” He humored, looking back at you. “And, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. I picked my skimpiest dress, just for you.” You responded, giving him a sarcastic wink. It felt really wonderful to just sit here and goof around with Keanu. Over the year, your meet-up’s were kind of like dates; romantic events and happenings, rather than just two people getting drunk.

“I appreciate it.” The man smirked, his eyes visibly trailing your figure; stopping at your cleavage for just a little longer. You slyly placed your hand on his thigh, leaning into his body a little more. Once your eyes met, they didn't break contact as the man set his drink back down and snaked his other hand around your waist pulling your body as close as the booth could handle.

“You're handsy when you're drinking.” You giggled, enjoying the sensation of his touch. His answer was a low chuckle and a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I don't have to hide you anymore.” Keanu then spoke near your ear. Goosebumps covered your skin as the words left his lips, prompting your stomach to flutter as well. You didn't answer, only placed your hands onto the sides of his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss. The man's hands grasp your ass tightly, a soft moan escaping his lips as he did so.

Pulling away, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes were dark with lust, casting the look that gave you butterflies and caused your core to throb. Biting your lip, you ran your hands over his growing bulge, being discreet enough that the other patrons wouldn't notice. 

“Oh baby, we shouldn't.” The teacher finally spoke, though you could tell he didn't want to stop. 

“I just like to tease.” You mused, a cheeky smile crossing your cheeks as you slid off his lap and onto the booth. The man clicked his tongue, lifting his drink and taking a sip. He nodded towards you after swallowing, agreeing with your statement.

“You do like to tease.” He spoke, “It’s mean.” He added, humor evident in his tone. You stuck your tongue out, giving him a taunting wink in the process. He chuckled lowly, sipping his drink again. Turning your head, you managed to catch the waitress and order a drink. She brought it back before you had time to jump into another conversation with the man across you. 

The first sip of alcohol slid down your throat with a wonderful mix of ease and burn. In the lull of conversation you observed the area you two sat in. It wasn't the big rectangle room; it was a different space off of the main area. That explains why it was quieter, and less crowded. Your eyes found their way back to the handsome man sitting across from you. He smiled warmly when your gazes met, making you giggle. 

“I like you.” He smirked, one of his large hands reaching across the table for your own. Lacing your fingers together, you enjoyed the feeling of his roughened skin. 

“I like you too.” You responded, biting the inside of your cheek with glee. To think, at the beginning of the school year, this was only a fling. You've gotten to know this beautiful soul for nine months, not even realizing he’s kinda been your boyfriend the whole time.

 You haven't specified anything per your agreement, of course. But now? The year is over, maybe Keanu would like to take it further. Sure you faced some minor hurdles; like your age gap, telling family, and, telling June as well. She’s graduating in a couple days anyways; however, would she be comfortable with a former teacher staying over some nights? It made you sweat a little, but you took a deep breath to soothe your nerves.

“Keanu?” You then asked, grabbing the man's attention. He raised his brow, waiting for you to say whatever you were going to. You studied his features as you forced yourself to speak. 

“I-I don't know if this is the right time,” Your eyes quickly gazed to the drink in your grasp, fidgeting with the glass. “But… What are we?” 

Gathering the courage, you met the eye line of the man across from you. He seemed like he didn't have an answer, which was fine. You did spring the question on him out of nowhere. He opened his mouth to speak, however, was interrupted.

“Hey- uh, sorry. We’ve gotta set up, man.” A deep male voice commented. Turning your head, you met the sight of a man, dressed casually like Keanu. He looked near the professor's age as well. 

“Oh, right.” Keanu spoke, scooting out of the booth. “The show should be starting soon, um… we’ll talk after.” With that, he slid out and clapped the man on the shoulder as they exited the space. Exhaling, you didn't even notice you'd been holding a breath.

--

Herds of people began to form a group in front of the small stage, but you stayed back by the bar; drink in hand. Shortly after Keanu left, you sat and overthunk for a minute or two before deciding that getting more drunk is the answer. It hurt that he didn’t have an immediate answer, you couldn’t deny that. And now you have to wait for him to perform instead of leaving and secluding yourself in your room for a few days.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Someone calling your name caught your attention as you turned to see who spoke. Your eyes widened upon seeing your ex-boyfriend, Jake Stevens. The two of you grew up together, and actually dated through junior and senior years of high school; sharing interests in wanting to pursue acting. When you moved to New York, he followed. However, things quickly fizzled once you two were out in the real world. The cozy comfort of romanticized adulthood in your New York apartment was nice for it’s time. You haven't seen him in over nine years, since the split. 

“Oh my god, Jake Stevens!” You exclaimed, buzzed by the few drinks you've managed to scarf down. The man raised his brows and laughed at your reaction, enjoying the energy you gave. 

“How've you been? I haven't seen you since New York!  What’re you doing back home?” The man hurled his questions at you with an eagerness for an answer. You took another sip of your drink before answering.

“I’ve been alright, just uh, living my life.” You responded to his first question before moving on, “And, I guess New York wasn't for me. So I moved back home two- well, now three- years ago and actually just finished my first year of community college.” Beaming, you brought your drink to your lips and took a sip. Jake laughed and raised his glass as a ‘cheers’ before he too took a drink. 

“What’ve you been up to?” You then asked. Jake began to give you an answer, but the feeling of someone staring at you caused your skin to crawl. Turning your eyes and glancing towards the stage, you saw Keanu standing in a group with his other band members, However, the teacher's gaze was stuck on you. Your stomach dropped at the intense stare, but you swallowed the fear. Before now, the man hasn’t really shown signs of jealousy. Then again, you’ve never actually been on a public date before; let alone a bar date.

“(Y/N)?” Jake’s voice brought you back and you quickly looked back to the man in front of you. “You okay?”

“Yes, sorry... Just drunk.” You quickly shook off his comment and took another sip from your drink. You could still feel Keanu’s eyes set on you, and  could only imagine the rage he must be feeling by seeing Jake talk with you. 

“So, you here to support local entertainment?” He then asked, gesturing to the stage. You felt the man's eyes scan over your cleavage, but brushed it aside. “Every Friday, this bar hosts an open mic night. I've been coming for a couple months now. I assume a fellow actor would want to take advantage of that.” Jake winked towards you, flashing a smile but you shook your head, preparing to answer.

“Oh! No, actually, I know somebody performing tonight.” You answered, your eyes turning back towards Keanu. He wasn’t looking this time, instead he was focused on his bass, holding it to his ear as he tuned it. 

“Is he like your boyfriend or something?” Jake’s tone was somehow defensive and sarcastic at the same time. You furrowed your brow, confused at his sudden change in behavior. Did he think he was going to get lucky?

“Well, No- But-” You stuttered out a few words before being interrupted. 

“Then, can I buy you a drink?” Jake’s voice asked close to your ear. “We can catch up, head back to my place.” The wink at the end of his sentence said all it needed to. 

“Gross, Jake.” You quickly scoffed and pushed him away before sliding off of the barstool and making your way towards the crowd. Pushing through, you managed to get to a spot near the front left, on the side Keanu was standing. His eyes were scanning the crowd, undoubtedly trying to find you. Once he reached your side, you raised your arm slightly higher, waving to gather his attention. 

The singer announced the first song before counting off, sending the group into the number. The crowd began to react, dancing and jumping around to the energetic song. The drinks you had consumed began to take over your body as the music thumped loudly throughout the space, prompting you to sway your hips to the beat. 

You watched as the man expertly played his instrument, clearly knowing it well. His fingers plucked the strings perfectly, eyes focused downwards. His long hair flowed in front of his face, but you could still make out the expressions he held. His skin glowed with sweat, only adding to the fantasies growing in your imagination. Now you understand as to why he's so skilled with his fingers. 

Keanu finally looked up from his bass, eyes settling on your figure in the crowd. A little smirk grew across his cheeks as he witnessed you dancing in the petite dress clinging to your body. The way you beautifully filled it out- fabric hugging your curves in every perfect way, accentuating your breasts and bum- was so agonizing for the man. Plus, witnessing another random guy trying to flirt with you only added to the flame. 

Though it seems like you've managed to ditch the random guy, Keanu still couldn't help but feel a jealous and possessive nature take over. Of course the first night you're out together, you get hit on. He's always thought you're too beautiful and free for him. You're young, full of vigor and energy; He’s old and a boring teacher. You like to do adventurous things, he likes routine. Though you've got those differences, he wasn't going to let you get away.

After you asked ‘What are we?’ The man didn't know how to answer; being scared of your reaction. Love isn’t something that comes easy to him, and his feelings for you were a little overwhelming at first. He’s had to relearn how to be affectionate and allow himself to be loved. Alas, with each meet-up it became easier and easier to allow you deeper into his life.

--

The whole set lasted maybe fifteen minutes. The band played through three songs before closing out and exiting the stage. Pushing through the herds and heading back to the bar, you found a clearing and shoved your way in to order more drinks. Just as the bartender slid the glasses in your direction, a hand warmly placed itself on your lower back. However, before you could flip around and see the assailant, Keanu’s warm voice gently whispered in your ear.

“Hi beautiful.” 

Goosebumps littered your skin as you flipped around, eyes meeting those of your teacher. He was sweaty from performing still, a large wet stain covering the front of his shirt. Grasping the sweat-stained article, you pulled him in for a tight kiss. The man chuckled before kissing you back with a matched vigor. His large hands slid down your body, nearly grasping your ass before you remembered where you were, and broke the embrace.

“Someone’s eager!” You giggled over the music. Keanu leaned in close to your ear, pinning you between himself and the bar. His beard tickled your ear once again.

“I mean, have you seen yourself tonight, (Y/N)” His voice was low, causing your stomach to drop and a heartbeat to form between your thighs. Letting out a soft whimper, your eyes fluttered closed; imagining the things he’s going to be doing to you later. 

“That other guy couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.” The jealousy and frustration was evident in the teachers voice. “Like you are just some play thing.” He grasped the drink you’d ordered for him, leaning away and taking a sip of the dark liquor. Biting your lip, you took advantage of not being pinned, and innocently ran your hand down his still sweaty chest. His gaze looked down, meeting your own. Mustering up the most naive smile and wide-eyed look, you ran your hand down further; caressing his semi-hard cock over his jeans. Raising his brow, You could tell he was turned on. 

Setting the drink back down, Keanu grabbed your hand tightly, pulling you away from the bar. He managed to shove through the crowds to a secluded hallway back by the bathrooms. The man looked both ways, checking for other patrons, before he quickly opened a door that led to a one stall bathroom. Pulling you in and closing the door, you heard the lock click. Anticipation filled your belly when the teacher flipped around, his eyes filled with lust. 

He stepped towards you, large arms scooping you up and placing you onto the small counter surrounding the sink. Your lips met with a firm, impatient passion as you wrapped your legs around his figure, pulling your bodies close. Eagerly, his large hands searched your torso before finding the zipper to your small dress. You wasted no time undoing his belt and button, slipping your hand underneath his boxers. A low moan escaped Keanu’s mouth, only fueling your fire. 

Pulling down the zipper, the dress slid off your chest. The man broke the kiss, eyes immediately looking towards your nearly bare skin. You couldn’t help but giggle, quickly unhooking your bra and freeing it from your body. Large hands replaced the article, gently kneading your breasts. Your lips reunited with Keanu’s; more fire coursing through your veins than before. 

Hooking your fingers and sliding down the teacher’s jeans and underwear, his cock sprang free from it’s confinement. Coyly wrapping your hand around him, you gave a few pumps prompting the man to moan softly. He was quick to reciprocate, slipping one hand past the waistline of your panties, while the other remained on your breast. His middle finger knew exactly where to find your clit, rubbing gently. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” Keanu broke the kiss, eyes meeting your own. Joy filled his expression watching how well he was pleasuring you with just his finger. 

“All for you,” You breathed a reply, the sensation giving you the familiar warm burn in your belly. The teacher removed his hand, noting the change in your breath; however, before you had time to complain, he pulled you off the counter, flipped you around and bent you over. You could feel his cock against your bare bum, only adding to your excitement. Sneaking your hand down, you gave your clit a few rubs; however Keanu’s hand caught your wrist quickly after. You heard him click his tongue in disappointment.

“No touching, darling. Hands on the counter.” His low voice gave you chills, quickly doing as he asked. His body leaned over your own, chest lining up with your back as he kissed your neck. One hand gathered your loose hair, pulling it into a makeshift pony within his grasp. The man loved the control he had when you were in this position. You felt as his beard gently scratched your back with each kiss. Your skin felt hypersensitive with each touch, electricity filling your belly.

With one quick motion, the man thrust, burying himself deep inside your heat. Your cries of pleasure echoed in the small space, however the thump of the music covered it for the most part. Using his free hand, the man’s finger returned to your clit. He quickly found a rhythm, matching whatever song was playing outside. 

With your hair still in his hand, you were able to watch your reflections in the mirror. The man’s gaze was focused on your ass, watching as he fucked you. His hair fell disheveled around his face, hiding most of his expression. He’d never taken off his shirt, only adding more sweat to the already stained article.

A stinging slap against your bum caused you to cry out, gathering the man's attention. Noticing your reflections, a lustful smirk covered his cheeks as he gained a faster rhythm, slapping your other cheek, kneading the skin gently, afterwards. The man released his fingers from your hair, now using his large arm to hold you in place, veins and biceps glistening from sweat. His finger against your clit gained speed as well, almost prompting your knees to buckle. However, Keanu’s grip is so tight holding your hips, you doubt you could fall if you wanted to.

The familiar heat began to burn your lower belly, all sensations becoming nearly overwhelming. Crying out, your orgasm took you by surprise. Feeling your pussy tighten around his cock, the man tightened his grip on your hips, sure to leave a bruise. You could feel as his thrust became sloppier and sloppier until he too finished, still buried in your heat. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Your teacher spoke softly, looking at your reflection. 

“Of course I will.”

[birdsaesthetic]

surprises

A/N: Sorry I’m posting my participation for @holidayblindspot very late, but I was so caught up with homework, which never ends... I simply thought I would make Jane’s first birthday with Kurt fall during Autumn, because it’s just the best timing throughout the year, right? Now this is a wordy fic, but I promise it’s so much fun and sexy! Anyway, ENJOY  🎈🥳🍂.

Song inspiration: Happy Birthday by John Legend. (you may listen to this song while reading. It’s so beautiful!)

They’re lying like two spoons in a drawer, very tight against each other. Kurt’s warm, silent breathing is grazing Jane’s neck in a regular rhythm, to which she flutters her eyes open to bright sunlight shining between white curtains, and to the sounds of birds whistling noisily from outside.

For more or less a minute, she stays perfectly still, only blinking in laziness and yawning as she tries to figure out where exactly she was, and to piece together the events of the previous night.

As she does so, she struggles a little; her memory is patchy and there’re definitely several gaps missing, but the parts she can recall are amazingly vivid.

Last night she celebrated her Birthday with Kurt, she remembers that for sure, but not in details. She also remembers having had so much alcohol, which up until now she can taste its powerful taste in her mouth. And at the feeling of her body retaining traces of having been pulled in, kissed, caressed, and given orgasms, she remembers the mind-blowing sex she had last night and so she sighs.    

 Kurt’s bare skin against her back has the right amount of warmth that now is engulfing her, tempting to shut her eyes close and go back to sleep. She doesn’t resist the urge and does so, just after having rolled over so she can face him, then snuggles deeper into his embrace, wrapping an arms around his middle. Now, at the new posture, her cheek and ear are squished against his chest and as her eyes maintained close, she listens to his heartbeat, vividly pumping against her ear. And so she decides to stay like this for a while, because the feeling is unmatched...

But it’s not after a couple minutes that she reopens her eyes, changed position by crawling a little up, and looks deeply at his face in rest. He’s silent and still. Peaceful and handsome. Half of his face is tucked against the pillow as he lies down on his stomach. A warm smile of contentment begins to form on her sleepy face for having woken up yet another morning of her life next to him, and for being able to see him and touch him while she brushes a hand against his hair to fix its pattern in one side. Next her fingertips outline his ear, which, last night, she’d kissed it, gave it little bites, blown her breath into it, and inhaled its fragrance, all while he was inside her.

As she continues to touch him softly and randomly, a question crosses her mind. Is it really true what Kurt told me last night, that the most beautiful things in the world aren’t necessarily seen, nor touched, but rather felt with the heart?

Even now she’s still thinking about it, even if last night she herself told him that this wasn’t entirely true and then they changed the subject.

A warm touch of yours must be as fulfilling as the feeling it leaves behind it on your beloved ones. And the feels of anticipation rush through your mind is just as exciting as looking into your beloved ones eyes, the window of the soul. This is simply how Jane concluded last night, although back then, at that particular moment, she was a little drunk and very, very sexually aroused. She’s still embracing her conclusion from last night nonetheless, up until now. And again, she thinks that might differ from one person to another.

What else happened last night? Oh God, a lot.

The two were having dinner, grilled salmon steaks with boiled vegetables nicely put aside, when Kurt gazed at Jane from across the table and asked, “Are you ready for tonight?”

Jane looked up at him in surprise; she’d been pouring her full concentration into cutting her steak, but that question, his husky voice, and the teasing look in his eyes, threw her off gurad. “What is tonight?” She asked in confusion, to which Kurt bursted out laughing.

She frowned, hardly swallowed down the chunk of food she was chewing, and then yelled at him, “Kurt!”

He laughed for one last time, before he fixed his eyes on her and stared silently for a little while—surprised to see her own surprise.

Leaning over the table, he said, “It is your birthday, and you seem to have no idea!”

Her jaw dropped to have just remembered that, and then she ducked down her head in an attempt to hide what she knew were flaming cheeks. But did it even work? Since he was mere feet across her from table, and with that huge chandelier hanged right above them, making every little change happening in her face visible?

It wasn’t until she pondered for a brief moment, doing some math in her head and finding out that tonight would actually meet with her Birthday, that she looked up and spoke. “Oh my God! It just slipped my mind.”

Kurt stared at her for a long moment, a warm  look in his eyes. He couldn’t blame her, really, given how everything in their life had been crazy lately. Yet, he never forgot it, and had been waiting for it impatiently like a little child waiting for something.

“It’s okay, I remembered it and I’m so ready for it, are you?”

“Ready?”

“Yeah! You gotta be ready too, tonight, after an hour or so. I have a surprise for you.” He told her, before taking a forkful of mixed vegetables into his mouth. It had been long since Jane had put her fork down after realizing that the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't let her continue eating, and now she was watching him chew his food and cut into it for maybe a minute straight.

Normally after dinner was their bedtime: they’d quickly clean off all the mess in the kitchen and wash off the dishes together. Though this time around Jane was excused to go get ready as Kurt did all of that.

She rushed out of his sight then, and went straight away to grip a shower first, which, with haste, had taken her good ten minutes. When she was done with that, she entered the bedroom to find Kurt lying over their perfectly made bed, facing the ceiling, his eyes shut. He also seemed ready, fully dressed up.

Shutting the door behind her, hair soaking wet, body wrapped in a white towel, Jane smiled the tiniest of smiles at the sight of him  lying in rest, before she set the lighting to be more illuminating then walked the few paces toward the wardrobe and opened it in search for something to wear tonight. A minute passed, two, three, but she was yet to decide what or how she should dress for tonight.

Staring at the shelves full of clothes, indecisive, she called Kurt’s name, to which he immediately opened his eyes and reasoned, always anticipating her needs.

“What should I wear for tonight? What kinda place you’re taking me to?” She asked, head turned toward him getting up on his feet.

“Umm, I can’t really tell you much. But I can pick you something, if you feel indecisive.”

“Yes, please.”

By now, Kurt was already at the wardrobe next to her, having a brief look at the items within the wardrobe before deciding. A few seconds later of rummaging through the items hanging in the wardrobe he actually ended up choosing something. A soild black dress with long sleeves. It appeared so tiny that it would definitely accentuate every curve in her body, and it would stop at her mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her legs bare.

Kurt’s face broke into the widest grin as he turned around and held up the hanger of the dress so she could have a good look. Just like him, Jane seemed to have loved it so much by the smile appearing in her face as she reached out and took it from his hand. It was a dress that she’d never had a chance to wear it before, so it was in a perfect condition, had been nicely hanged.

Once Kurt dismissed himself out the bedroom, after having shot her a knowing look, Jane took her sweet time as she put on a nice pair of underwear then slipped into the dress. A tiny eureka moment she experienced when it fitted her just like a glove and she chuckled aloud to that. Maybe it looked a little tight, a little short, but she’d fallen in love with it already and decided to match it with black heels. For makeup she didn’t bother with much: she applied minimal eyeshadow and paired it with matte, deep burgundy lipstick that looked so fierce and brought everything to the next level. As usual, she let her hair air dry as she did all of that.

The final look was the simplest yet hottest set, having both the the burgundy lipstick and the mess of tattoos over her legs contrast with the darkness of the dress...

So beautiful.

And, because it was in midst of Autumn, during which chilly winds blew all the times and the sky might be threatening at any given moment, she gripped a coat with her, a black one. Before getting out, she asked Kurt if she should take anything else with her besides that, but he shook his head with ease, approached her, then pressed his mouth against her ear. Keeping his voice to whispers, he told her, “No, nothing. It’s only you that matters.”

That, the slightest attempt of flirting Kurt managed, made her body secrete adrenaline with anticipation of how this night was going to go.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

They left home exactly at midnight. The weather was incredible outside. A perfect example for a perfect Autumn night. There was a really nice chill in the air.  Every gentle touch of wind against the face felt like a caress, and every fierce one felt like a kiss. As they walked the few paces to the car, each one wrapping an arm around the other, the two expressed how much they loved the weather.

During the ride, there was a few exchanged loving looks between them, a silent dialogue and lots of teasing smiles. Jane’s eyes, however, glowing with curiosity, were alert and searching for any clue, any possible way to know where Kurt was driving them, because he was too far stubborn to tell her anything about the surprise and she was just as stubborn to know something.

His stillness suddenly made her realize how very constantly she was sifting, blinking, breathing, and rearranging herself every three seconds, because unlike her he seldom blinked an eye, and every turn of the steering wheel or push of the pedal he made was as small and efficient as possible because he was smartly preserving his energy for later.

Jane gave in and leaned back in her seat then; it was wholly pointless, she then realized. So she resembled her husband posture and let things follow its natural course. Or the way he wanted them to.

It was thirty minutes later when Kurt parked the car at a random spot and pulled out a piece of clothing out from his pocket. Her eyes were drawn to it immediately. With a deep glow in his eyes, he looked up at her. “I’ll have to blindfold you now.” He maintained his eyes fixed on her for a long moment, and awaited her to come close enough so he would do it. Seeming amused, Jane made a faint sound and blinked once, twice in his direction, then she rolled her eyes away, grinning.

He didn’t ask again, he awaited with all smiles. And eventually, she gave in, closed her eyes and leaned her head in his direction. His fingers first pushed all the hair that was framing her face to be tucked behind her ears before he tied the rose-colored, silky blindfold around her skull.

Though blindfolded, and the curiosity sparking in her head, Jane kept still and focused on her remaining senses. There was the same breeze of the other cars from outside as before. The air was just starting to grow tense—or perhaps that was just how she felt alone. She took a deep breath that was almost audible and reminded herself that she was in the safest hands in the world.

The car had already started moving. All it seemed it was moving forward for what felt like a full minute then it took a couple turns before it paused completely. Jane turnd her head toward Kurt. “What’s now?” She asked in a low voice, just a second before she felt unexpected caresses on the base of her chinz

“Can you wait some more?” She heard him say, before which she heard the door open within the car then close. It was suddenly awe without him in the car, but thankfully it didn’t take him long to reach her in the other side of the car and open the door for her.

“Your hands, please.”

She gave him both hands and clenched his own so hard her knuckles turned red as he helped her out of the car. It’d gotten much colder by now than when they first left their apartment, but weather it had or not, she clung impossibly close to him, who wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her forward in the streets then into a place that Jane assumed was a huge building, and possibly bright.

The most significant sound Jane could hear now was her heels knocks choing against tiles, besides that there were dull and mixed sounds that could be others moving around.

“Are there people around?” Jane wondered in whispers, before which she felt Kurt warm breathing tickling her ear as he replied, “A few.” She could tell he was grinning as he did so then he asked, “Why are you intense though?”

When she turned her face to him—so she could whisper to him that she wasn’t necessarily intense, but rather feeling ridiculous walking around people while being blindfolded—her lips brushed against his, and that unexpected sensation just made her want to steal a kiss, or two from him so damn badly. But she swallowed that instant urge and put on a smiley face, because she knew it, deep down, that tonight they’d do way more than just ‘stealing a kiss’. She could picture it in her head now, as she continued to walk with him, her back against his front. She could imagine how it would possibly go and to what extent. How it’d possibly feel, before, during and afterward. Because she was more than certain that, whatever kurt had arranged for tonight must have a convenient time, place where they could do all of that.

Together, they’d been moving forward rather slowly, but at some point they paused completely and Kurt happened to be pressed against her from the front. It also got silent.  Oddly silent. Jane’s lips were a tight line as she slid her hands up his chest, over the ridge of his collarbone, close to where his heart was beating underneath the clothes. In comparison to her elevated heartbeat, his maintained a normal rhythm. She felt him lift his hands to her cheeks, cupping them. He was so close now, his warmth engulfing her entire being, which resulted in a warm smile to start appearing on her lips.

“Can you tell where are we now?” He asked softly.

“Umm, at the elevator?” She guessed, her smile growing wider.

“Right! Can you tell if we’re alone or not?”

Jane chuckled. “Definitely alone.”

She was still smiling when she felt his fingers lift her chin then him capture and kiss her lips in earnest. Even with a cloth already against her eyelids, she squeezed her eyes hard, the same way she would even if she wasn’t blindfolded, and kept on kissing him back deeper and pulling him closer.

Too soon, the elevator seemed to have stopped when Kurt gently withdrew after planting his final kiss. Catching her breath, mouth slightly open, a wave of dizziness hit Jane, having experienced that much amount of gravitational forces pull her downward simultaneously while the elevator was pulling her upward. she’d lost all her remaining senses at this point, even breathing was a little hard to manage. And so, she dug her nails into Kurt’s shoulders and held him so close as if to hold on for her life.

They stumbled out of the elevator, half-breathless and already a little disheveled.  Kurt held her hand in his and tugged her along with him, through what seemed to feel like a very, very quiet and narrow hallway. Forward they moved. Forward. Turning right. Some more forward. Then turning left.

“Kurt,” Jane called quietly, given how quiet it was so all around her, but all she heard after that was her own voice echoing—and of course the knocking of her heels against the floor as she walked some more forward.

Briefly after that, they finally paused. A sound of door was being opened. She was pulled inside then the door closed behind her. They were certainly alone by now, behind that closed door, Jane thought. Also, it got so warm, almost unbearable, given how she was moved, dragged all the way here. So she just loathed that coat she had on.

“Kurt,” she called again.

“Here,” he assured, as his hand released hers, which she never would’ve allowed it if she hadn’t been sure that he was already stepping closer toward her and then stopped, just like before at the elevator.

He began to unzip her coat and it slid easily when she shrugged it off, impatient for this part to be done since, for her, it was growing hot. The next part, he started to untie the blindfold, and she held her breath as he did so.  

“Finally,” she muttered.

Kurt’s smiley face was first thing to see. God, it hadn’t been that long and she already missed that lovely face! He stepped back and began to admire the sight of her surprised as her eyes, wide open, traveled across the place he’d gotten her into.

What must be a hotel room looked so beautifully decorated, pretty huge, and the lighting must be on the dimmest setting it could possibly be without being completely off. On very available surface there were nicely put numerous of candles, each one with a little flame flickering and dancing the way her heart was at this exact moment.

Two meters or three away from where she was standing was oversized bed that dominated a majority of space. A single lamp emitted light from the corner of the room, making it atmospherically feel warm.

When she took a deep breath, a bit overwhelmed, there was this heavy fragrance, which made her slightly turned to the side to see red, velvet roses bouquet. It was so huge. Breathtaking. Beside it there was the cake, and she could smell it too. Finally, there were the shelves filled with so many drinks, huge bottles of them in all brands and colors.

Jane jumped into his space and pressed lips together. It was one kiss but it was long, slow, and it carried so much affection within it. When she pulled back, she told him what that meant to her and thanked him repeatedly, every time came from the bottom of her heart, genuinely meant.

Kurt was quiet, unlike her. He let her express—whether it was in words or by gripping harder onto his neck—how she was feeling, and let her hot breathing tickle his face. He was so appreciative to the sight of her so happy, surprisingly blushed, and carefree. It really suited her, being this much happy. He wished if he could just quickly frim her up in this particular position and take a picture of her, so he could admire it later. But she wouldn’t simply let go of him; she was hugging him in earnest, with fluttering eyes that were framed with wet lashes by now.

“Let’s show you around.” Kurt suggested, after what felt like a full minute. She nodded with a warm smile, intertwined their fingers together, and then they stepped toward the other side of the room, where floor-to-ceiling window took place.

It wasn’t just a huge window, when they got closer to it, it was actually a balcony door. There was an invisible handle at the side and, with a good deal of effort, Kurt pulled it to be opened to the view of the whole city, New York City. From Jane’s point of view, as she stepped in the balcony along with Kurt, there were glimmering lights, bouncing dots of colors that danced and reflected and contrasted with the darkness of the night. The crowd of cars, bustling and honking in desperation to be released, free, she enjoyed watching that part. Not that anyone would ever enjoy being in the crowd itself, but it was quite appealing to her to only watch it from a cozy, high place. And sharing such a place, such a view with Kurt was just... She couldn’t ask for more or less than that. It was the meaning of perfection in her opinion.

The breeze blowing of the wind grew strong by every passing minute, but they stood still and firm, clenching in one another. Eyes sparkling in curiosity, Jane stepped some more forward and, since their hands were still entwined, Kurt stepped along with her to the far side of the balcony. Her free hand clenched on the handrail as she gracefully leaned against the wrought-iron railing and asked thoughtfully, “In which floor are we?”

“The twentieth.” He answered quickly, to which she gasped, turning her head to face him and pretended to look impressed. “Wow!”

Curling her arms around his neck with ease as he pulled her closer by the waist, she narrowed her eyes and wondered aloud, “I wonder how much this costs for one night.”

Kurt seemed to be busy studying the beauty of her features, having her this up close.

“How much?” She repeated, rather louder. This time her eyes were wide; she was seriously asking not like before just wondering.

“I’m not telling you.” He shook his head and, undeniably, there was a laugh in his voice.

“You’re not telling me!” She began, her challenging behavior making him entertained, fail to hide a grin. “You don’t need to know.”

She pretended to pout, then glanced away at the outside scene as her hair gently flow in the wind. But it wasn’t until she felt his mouth patting her ear and whispering, “I just brought you here to enjoy it.” that she looked back at him and, at the close proximity, their foreheads rubbed.  “I already am.” She whispered back.

“That’s the only thing that matters.”

They shared a long, loving look, soon followed by a smile then a soft kiss.

As if glued together, they were so close as they headed back into the room and then Kurt turned on the music.

Humming in pleasure, Jane closed her eyes at the beautiful sound of music when it covered the silence with its delightful tunes. She allowed herself to melt against his rigid frame, pressing her forehead against his chest, which just had the right amount of warmth that she was quite addictive to. Voice muffled against his chest, she whispered, “This’s nice.”

 The comment made Kurt chuckle softly, not that there was anything funny about it, but it was just a way through which he could express the great pleasure he was experiencing at the moment. And just like him, Jane chuckled softly for the same reason before pulling a little back, only to see his smile creep onto her face.

She tucked that smile into her memory and, smiling back, she tucked her fingers between his own. He squeezed hers in return and possessively slid a hand about the sharp curve of her waist as her free hand rested with a feather-like weight on his shoulder.

Beautiful, beautiful, no other name

I knew from the moment you came

I've seen in your eyes the dawn of a day

Where nothing will ever be the same

And now, they were dancing together, swaying in slow motions as the music spun around them. Everything seemed perfectly going, from the mutual feeling between them to their movements that stayed in sync: when he stepped right, she stepped right. When he stepped forward, she stepped backward. But when he gave her some space and stepped backward and simultaneously lifted their entwined hands, she spun around in an elegant, slow movement, her body resembling the tune to the music. There was a sort of possession, aggressiveness in the way he pulled her back to him after having spun that made her gasp faintly. But then, as a reaction, she bit her lip and looked down at the small space between them, mind recording every fraction of the moment, taking mental images, and most importantly enjoying every emotional sensation.  

Feel my heart beating through my chest

I'll get used to just saying "yes"

Yes, I'll love you with all I am

Yes, tonight is where we begin...

His lips were pressed against her forehead for a long moment as they continued to dance in the same way, which was a demonstration to their love for each other. Their real, mutual, simple yet deep love.

Oh, I wanna dance with you

Oh, I'll promise to stand for you

I'll do anything for you

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Tonight, my love all I want

I wanna sing for you

Yeah, I'll sing for you

Happy birthday, baby

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, baby

Happy birthday to you...

The music lasted for more or less five minutes, and when it was starting to fade away, reaching its end, Kurt improvised and, as though she were the center of the universe, he spun around her just the same.

Both fell into soft laughters afterward, before Jane snuck her hands up to his neck and hugged him tightly, and he returned the hug just as tightly. Silence fell again, that pleasant, comforting kind of silent. And so, they lingered in such a position for a moment, neither willing to break apart.

The next moment, Jane hardly detangled herself from his grip then looked over his shoulder, where the all bottles of drinks were nicely settled, and then back at him with a knowing look. Kurt, with no troubles, took the cue and, from his pocket he pulled out the same rose-colored blindfold, raised his chin in pride, then asked her to turn around first, his voice rich and husky.

 Surprised Jane raised a brow in response. “Again!”

“Again.”

 She rolled her eyes. “You brought me here, to this beautiful place, so you blindfold me!”

“You know," Kurt gripped her shoulders and turned her around himself, and just like the previous time, he tightened the blindfold around her skull as he explained, “I’ve read a quote, just recently, that says something like, the best and most beautiful things in the world aren’t necessarily seen, nor even touched, but rather felt with the heart.” He then turned her around so she was facing him and he added, “I want you to see if that’s really true or not, okay?”

“But I can’t see.” She joked, to which Kurt grinned widely, and simultaneously she matched him with a very similar grin, although she couldn’t see him by now. She could hear it nonetheless.

“You just have to feel.”

 With that being said, Jane nodded in acknowledgment, her shoulders relaxed and jaw unclench. Kurt cupped her face into his hands and brought it impossibly close to his own that their lips were touching. “Now, how about some drinks?”

Jane, having been craving that, gave a frim shake of her head. “Yes please! I’m quite thirsty.” She whispered against his mouth, before stealing a wet kiss then another from him.

kissing her back, harder that her head went back, Kurt slid his both hands down from her face to her back and then her hips. He kept roaming his hands all over there in earnest, which felt so damn good. Every curve in her unyielding body that his hands passed by filled in the depths of his pleasure. Just like that, and he was so turned on at this point.

But no matter how he was kissing her almost violently and nipping at her lips, blindfolded Jane was exploring his mouth, tasting him, and licking up every honey-like drop from his lips. Her arms flew all the way up to be wrapped around his neck when she felt her body being held with ease as if she were weightless, lifted, and then sat upon a table.

Panting, unwittingly chuckling, he asked, “Okay, what shall I get you, birthday girl?”

“Dazzle me,” Jane smirked, with an exhaled chuckle lacing through her spoken words.  His finger patted her chin before it drew, and then, there was a sense of more empty space around her. He wasn’t in her hand reach now, which made her take a deep breath and await him and the drinks with impatience.

 Kurt wasn’t actually that far away from her as he began to prepare a Daiquiri cocktail that contained rum, freshly squeezed lime juice, and sugar syrup. He shook all that together before pouring it into a nice coupette glass then walked back the few paces toward her in pride.

“Hey,” she welcomed him as he approached, feeling his warmth already with a hand in the air to catch him. And he took it, her hand, and replaced it on the glass instead. "Here. Don't be shy to disappoint me." He warned.

After a short sip, a content hum spoke genuinely even before her words did. “Impressive! Not too sharp, not too light and sugary. I love it! Thanks.” She was grinning as she said it, her voice in the sexiest tone. Feeling his palms widespread over her thighs, she raised the glass then took several small sips, knowing that his eyes were fixed on her.

 “Glad you liked it.” He said, his own mouth dry, but he did not care to do anything about, not this moment; he was busy staring at her unblinkingly, admiring her and every movement she made, from sipping to swallowing down. Her eyes would’ve been squinting and looking right into his and admiring him just the same way, Kurt thought, if that was an option right now.

Forcefully swallowing the stinging sensation down, after pouring down the last sip, Jane lifted the now empty glass between them in a gesture for a refill, which had Kurt notice the perfect impression of her hot, red lipstick on the glass and he just... admired that too.

“Is it that good?” He asked, after taking the glass.

“So good, haven’t you tasted it?”

“No.”

A smirk pulled at one side of her mouth. “Come here,” she told him, bringing him closer with an arm around his neck at the same time that she opened her mouth to the fullest and took over his own. Her tasty, wet tongue had entered his mouth in ease by now, where it hungrily intertwined with his like a young snake messing with another young snake.

Tasting all that incredible mixture in her sweet, hot tongue, Kurt was also rewarded when her hand ran through his hair for a bit before she pulled him back. “Umm, so luscious,” he breathed.

 “I want some more.” She requested with a smile. And so he went to bring her some more. As she waited, there were sounds of a glass clinking  another surface and liquid being poured into into it in generous manner. Lastly, there were his easy footsteps approaching, soon followed by the feeling of his warmth. Welcoming him back, she expanded an arm up in the air and when he finally was close to touch, she gripped him so close.

“Let me,” he whispered, and she allowed, so he lifted the glass to her plush lips for slow sips. She enjoyed every sip was poured into her mouth and he enjoyed every second that passed at the sight of her cheeks go rosier from the booze.

And so, she parted her lips once more, on an assumption that another sweet sip would be in its way inside her mouth, only to feel the iced liquid running all over her neck, her chest, to which she gasped, recoiled back, and heard Kurt rushing to say sorry.

“Kurt,”

She pushed him back and was so close to standing on her feet and taking the damn blindfold off when he held her hands still in place. “It’s okay, nothing happened,” he soothed, “I’m sorry it spilled out. Now we just have to take your dress off; it’s all damp and cold.”

Mouth parted, she shivered a little before nodding. “You did it, didn’t you, Kurt?” She claimed him, at which he mischievously grinned as he helped her stand up on her feet. “What?” He pretended to sound busy, slipping down the zipper of her dress from the back then, with an effort he made, begun to lift it all the way up. She rose her arms without needing to be asked. As soon as the collar was clear of her head she was already ditching her heels out of the way, with a hand upon his shoulder for support.

He was gone after that and Jane, naked only saved for a pair of underwear, stood there in what felt like a vacant space in absolute darkness behind the blindfold, hands empty at her sides. “I know you spilled it over me, Kurt.” She pretended to complain, also aware that her voice had a touch of relief at having been freed from that tight dress. Now the direct contact between her skin and the air felt nice, but what would feel even nicer was his touch against her skin.

“Are you gonna hate me for that?” She heard him say from a decent distance, then heard a breath that might be a laugh. “Not if you you come right here right now.” was her condition.

He was trying to frustrate her, she knew. It wasn’t in him to do such things, but the day was full of surprises. He’d ruined her dress already, spilled the drink all over her when she’d least expected it, and now God only knew what he was doing.

But even though she wasn’t seeing him, she was able to hear his breathing, hard, out of his nose like an animal. She could also feel his gaze hot on her from head to toe, which made her covered in a thin sheen of sweat all over her chest and between her thighs, the sparking center of her desire. That was all because of her insides, being boiled from stress, from arousal, and from anticipation.

She could, of course, end all of that with the tip of her finger either pull the blindfold down to hang around her neck, or up and then toss it in the air. And, having waited long enough, she threatened him to do so, “You know that I can take this off with the tip of my finger, right?” She supported her threatening words by pointing an index finger at the piece of cloth over her eyes.

Just then he finally surfaced. “Don’t. I’m right here.” Said Kurt, finally approaching her from the back then reached out, wrapping his arms around her middle very, very strongly that she really didn’t need to use her feet anymore, and melted against him, her head falling back, when his lips met her ear. She twisted her neck so her lips could kiss wherever she could reach in the given position, while desperately shrinking a hand then snuck it between their bodies. But he gathered her both hands quickly, that were only seconds away from undoing his belt, then lifted them up and kissed and patted them.

 “Kurt...” she hissed, and her disapproval was very, very obvious by the tone of her voice. “Enough with the teasing, Kurt.” She begged him, who continued to kiss her hands, which by now were wrestling his grip. He retaliated by hauling her against him in a loving way. “There’s one one thing before that.” He tried to assure.

“What?” She breathed, from both her mouth and nose.

He revealed her eyes, lowering the blindfold so it was hanging around her neck as he clumsily walked her forward, his front to her back. He hooked his chin over her shoulder and, because of how heavy he was leaning against her back, she had to brace her hands against the table they reached that had the cake upon it.

It wasn’t large, the cake, but it really didn’t need to be. After all, it was just the both of them tonight. There would be a larger party for Jane with their friends later this weekend. But today, Jane was booked for him. And only him.

So he started lighting the candles on the cake, one arm doing so while the other still hugging her by the waist so firmly, then he said, his warm breathing tickling her ear, “I got you this cake from the same store we got our wedding cake, remember? and it’s the same exact recipe. You seemed to have loved it so much back then, so I thought I should get you the same.”

He tilted his head then, so he could see her reaction: she was stunned, eyes fluttering and face awash with emotions. Her makeup and hair that had looked gorgeous once, now looked out of place. “Yeah, I loved it.” She mumbled.

“Make a wish,” he encouraged.

“Should it be out loud?” She asked, twisting her neck so she could meet his face.

“Not necessarily,” he smiled, and then she turned both her head and attention back at the cake ahead of her. The thin candles planted at the top with mini flames dancing made her heart warm, and so she made a wish, within the bottom of her heart.

I want this to last.

She’d meant a lot by just saying this. And then, as if she were going to dive into the ocean, she drew in a deep breath then blew it out until all the candles went off, at which she grinned in absolute happiness then was rewarded with a genuine kiss over her cheek.

 “Happy birthday, love.”

She closed her eyes, inhaling this moment in particular. “Thank you,” she whispered as she once more twisted her neck and kissed him one, deep, long kiss.

“Now comes the taste test. See if this still tastes like our wedding day or not.” He eased one hand from her waist, replaced it over hers, and both their hands held the knife. Together, they cut the cake into half, their hands steady and their faces awash of happiness.

Kurt gripped a fork and with it he took a forkful of the cake, then straight up to her mouth. He waited just a second before asking, “Is it good? Is it the same?” which made Jane fight between chewing the chunk of cake and laughing at his impatience. But then she brought a hand up to her lips and laughed and chewed and shook her head yes all at once.

Her taste bud felt like it just went to a wonderland. In other words: the cake tasted amazing, so nostalgic, and just the same as their wedding day. When she had just barely swallowed that down, she was rewarded with another forkful of cake that she accepted. “The cream is just so good.” She told him as she turned her face to face him, humming happily and chewing.

“Really?”

She hummed some more, shaking her head yes, to which he brought up a forkful of the vanilla cream to her mouth, only to pull it away from her mouth reach the second she tried to take it in.

He laughed.

She frowned.

He then again offered the same fork up close to her mouth, which she rejected it this time around.

“I thought you loved the the cream!”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

“Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“Yes Kurt and you know what I want now.”

“Okay, I’ll have it then, just after I put this back because you no longer need to see things, right?” He’d covered her eyes again by now, to which she said nothing and stayed still.

The following seconds, she felt a strong contrast sensation between the coolness of the cream over her chest—being applied there—and the warmth of Kurt’s tongue licking it all over there. Moan out loud at the sensation was all she could do, and feel like falling down from pleasure was all she felt before she was caught close to his body, lifted, and laid upon the bed in matters of seconds. 

Then he was everywhere. She felt him everywhere all at once. Stroking, kissing. His fingers tugging at the remaining the underwear she still had on until he stripped them off. His mouth wet and sucking over her. Nipping teeth. Hoarsely voiced words of love and praise.

He tore his lips from hers then pulled back for a bit, during which she breathed heavily, still feeling the staying power of his kisses and strokes all over her body. And before long, she felt him lift the blindfold and toss it aside.

Wide-eyed, Jane stared at him in appropriation: he was so charming, fully naked. For all her impatience earlier, though, she didn’t seem to rushe now. She brought him closer that theirs lashes brushed against each other yet their eyes maintained opened to the fullest as she brushed away what she could from the sweat building up all over his back with her palms.

“Have you concluded, if it is true or not? What I have told you earlier.” Kurt only intended to keep his voice quiet, but it emerged so, so soft.

She swallowed, her hand making its very obvious way to the length of him. “I don’t think...I don’t think it’s true.” She managed to say, as she guided him to the inside of her warmth. The two muffed their moans by joining their mouth together before Jane grinned, gasped as it got intense, the sensation, then breathed out. “It might be true, though...for me, touching and...looking at you like this feels so good...So damn good.”

Kurt grinned then kissed her in the neck, allowing her to catch her breath before he settled on the right position to take her in.

“You impressed me a lot today—breathing—come on, impress me some more.” She mumbled in encouragement, and he laced his fingers through hers, pinned them against the pillow, then began doing his magic on her.

Briefly after this round followed by another, the two were bathed in sweat, lying down impossibly close to each other on top of perfectly made bed that had every corner of its blanket still fitted in the right place. But when they gained some strength back, they rose and talked for whatever had reminded of the night, pressing kisses or throwing light punches every now and then.

 They talked dirty, lovingly, and everything in between. Among the talking, Jane cupped Kurt’s face with a smirk in her face and threatened him, “When your birthday comes, I’ll whip your back as my gift for you and you won’t say anything about it.”

“Will you remember my Birthday when it comes?”

“I will! Just because mine slipped my mind doesn’t mean yours will.”

“Will see about that.”

Even after two in the morning, they refused to go to sleep. Instead, they poured some more alcohol and drunk it together as though they were opponents in a contest, who would drink more and do it faster.

As for the present time, Jane smiles as these memories of last night start to surface. Next she pulls off the blanket, and just when she’s making progress to get up, she collapses back against the mattress with a groan. Her head is heavy like a rock. Tense. It almost feels like there’s an iron ring tightening around her skull, to which grimaces, realizing what a serious hangover she is going to have for the next few hours.

Bringing her fingers up to her temples and massages it there while inhaling every bit of air her lungs could take in. She wonders what time it is. It must be late-morning or noon, she guessed and continued massaging her temples, and did that for a while, closing her eyes in the process.

When she feels the slightest progress, she wraps herself with a robe, gets out of bed, and goes straight to the far wall, where she draws the curtains and open the door to the balcony.

It’s a refreshing morning, and the room is in desperate need of fresh air. It also is chilly outside, but not what you would call cold. She can smell Fall in the air, and she loves that feeling so much.

The sunlight streams in and the curtains rustle in the breeze. Behind her back, she begins to feel of heat coming—that heat must be coming from another body. She then turns around and, without even looking into his face, she presses her entire being against him in a generous hug.

“Do you feel the same way I feel right now?” He asks with a chuckle, his mouth against the top her head as she shakes it yes. “Yeah, but it’s definitely worth it for me. How about you?”

He only chuckles some more.

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Forty-Two

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry wakes up feeling your butt shift against his pelvis. He opens is eyes slowly and sees you scrolling on your phone. You were reading something, but he couldn’t make out what. His head didn’t feel too bad, but he knew he drank too much. He felt so happy he had you to take care of him. He was also happy that your drama with Sarah had come to a close.

The arm that’s draped over you moves up from your stomach and to your breast. He presses his morning wood against you. He kisses on your neck and you wince.

“What’s wrong?”

“Spot’s a little tender.”

“M’sorry, did I hurt ya last night?”

“Didn’t hurt while you were doing it.” You turn onto your back so you can look at him. He gets a better look at it.

“Yikes, I’m sorry. I’ll, uh, cool it there for a bit.” He rests his head on your chest. He lightly plays with one of your piercings. “You have such a beautiful body, you know that?” You giggle and run your hand through his hair.

“Thanks babe.”

“You took care of me last night?”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have drank that much.”

“It’s okay, you weren’t that difficult to take care of.”

“Are you sure?” He props himself to look at you. “Sometimes I can be a real goober.”

“Oh god.” You groan while he laughs.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t get over it. What a weird name for candy!”

“But they were good right?”

“Yeah I actually really liked ‘em.” He kisses your cheek. “Is there anythin’ we need to do today?”

“Grocery shop, laundry, other chores.” He groans.

“I hate cleanin’.”

“Well…you don’t really clean.” You stroke his cheek gently.

“Wha’? I clean.”

“And then I re-clean.” You smile. “I really don’t mind. I kinda like doing it myself. If you want maybe you could meal prep the lunches.”

“Deal. And I can do all the laundry.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” He moves to hover over you, and he kisses on the less tender side of your neck. Your phone starts to go off. It’s Niall.

“He can wait.”

“It could be important, Harry.” You swipe to answer the call. “Hey baby what’s shakin’?” Harry glares at you. He can hear Niall chuckling.

“He still in bed with ya?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re funny.”

“I’m aware. What’s up?”

“Do ya have plans later today?”

“Well it depends on when I finish all my chores and stuff, why?”

“Wanna come over for dinner?”

“Just moi?”

“Just toi! Sarah’s totally cool now.”

“Oh that’s great. Did you two have a good night?”

“Very good.”

“Yay! Okay sure I’d love to come for, shit, dinner.” Harry’s hand moved between your legs and started rubbing on your clit.

“You okay?”

“Mhm, I’ll text you later okay?”

“Alright, BYE WIFEY!”

“Bye hubby!” You hang up the phone and put it on the nightstand. “Very funny doing that while I’m on the phone.”

He moves your legs to wrap them around his waist.

“You know I don’t really like the husband/wife shit.”

“It’s just a joke, chill.” He nods.

“Hm, chill?”

“Yeah, chiiillllll.” He plunges two of his fingers into you. He smirks at your reaction. You tighten around him and moan out. You loved having sex in the morning, you were always way more stimulated. “Fuck.”

“So he invited you over tonight?”

“Harry please.”

“It’s a simple question.”

“I, fuck, don’t wanna think about him right now.”

“Good answer.”

He pumps in and out of you faster. You move your hips along with his fingers.

“Harry, please use your cock.” He pulls his fingers out of you completely.

“Nah, we gotta go grocery shoppin’.”

“What…what do you mean nah?”

“We have shit to do today, love.” He gets off of you and goes into the bathroom, leaving you there stunned. What in the actual fuck? Was he seriously edging you? He comes back out and smirks at you. “C’mon, time to start the day.” He starts getting dressed. You get out of bed, glaring at him.

You were completely frazzled. Not only did he deprive you of his dick, but he deprived you of an orgasm. Rude. You get dressed, and go through the shopping list on your phone. Harry throws a load into the wash before you leave. The car ride is quiet at first.

“Harry…you’re not mad that I��m hanging out with Niall tonight, are you? Would you have preferred I asked before agreeing?” You’re asking in a genuine tone. You didn’t want his feelings hurt.

“Not at all.” He places his hand on your thigh. “Want ya t’hang out with your friends. Why would you think I’m mad?”

“I don’t know…this morning…” You pinch your legs together.

“Left ya hangin’ did I?”

“Little bit.” He nods but doesn’t say anything else.

You get through your shopping. You clean up the kitchen while Harry flips the load of laundry. You turn some music on, and start mopping. Harry watches while you dance around with the mop. Next you dust and vacuum while he starts prepping your lunches for the week. It was a pretty good system. You really didn’t mind cleaning. You knew he wasn’t going to deep clean certain things. Plus, you loved when he cooked so you knew you’d enjoy your lunches even more this week.

“All done babe.” He says throwing the sponge back in the sink. You hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you so much! I can’t wait to eat your delicious creation this week.” He wraps his arms around you.

“My pleasure. Thanks for cleanin’ everything else up.” He squishes his nose to yours and you giggle.

You tilt your head up to kiss him. You were still feeling sort of deprived from earlier, so you deepen the kiss. His hands slide down to your butt and kneads your cheeks. His eyes glance over to the clock. You feel him smirk against you.

“What?”

“Nothin’, you should get goin’, wouldn’t wanna keep hubby waitin’.”

“You are mad at me…”

“I promise I’m not. Go on, have fun.” He kisses you on the cheek.

“I don’t have to go right this second, we could-“

“Nah.” He shrugs and goes over to his desk. “I have some stuff I need to get done, love.” You sigh and grab your things.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a little while.”

//

You drive to Niall’s slightly annoyed. You knew exactly what Harry was doing to you. He wanted you to want it so bad it would be all you thought about while you were with Niall. Maybe you wouldn’t want to stay as long, or maybe he just wanted you to think of him the entire time. You ring Niall’s buzzer and he lets you up.

“Hey!” You both say at the same time and hug. You come in and hang your jacket up. “I ordered a pizza, know you don’t get to have real cheese too often.”

“God that sounds amazing.” You both get settled on the couch.

“Thought I would put that Wet Hot American Summer series on in the background while we chat. Haven’t watched that in a while, but it’s not somethin’ we need to pay attention to.”

“Good thinking.” He turns on Netflix and puts the show on.

“Okay, I want every single dirty detail, and I want it now. How was the first time?” You take a bite of the pizza.

“Where should I begin…”

You tell Niall everything, even down to Harry accidentally coming on your face. You both laugh hysterically about it. You tell him about the couple of times after that, and you laugh even harder when you talk about Niall walking in on you.

“That was so awkward.” You say.

“I felt terrible about it. Literally was the last thing I was expectin’.”

“So everything really is cool with you and Sarah now?”

“Yeah, we talked through a lot. She felt really bad for trying to ruin our friendship. She explained she just needed more reassurance, which I’m happy to give her.”

“Little Niall, in love.” You jostle the hair on his head.

“It’s a great feelin’ for sure.”

“And she was fine with giving up a date night to let you hang with me tonight?”

“Yeah, she said her and Rachel were going to hang out.”

“Oh good.”

“And Harry was okay with it?”

“Mhm. We got all of our Sunday chores out of the way today, so tomorrow we can do whatever.”

“So what’s he up to then?”

“Working, I think.”

“Do ya want anythin’ t’drink? I have tequila.”

“Yes please! Do you have anything to mix with it?”

“Orange juice work?”

“You bet!” He comes back with the drink. “Thanks.”

“Alright, so, I know we’ve both been busy so I’m assumin’ you haven’t watched the second season of You yet?”

“Nope.” You grin.

“Shall we take the opportunity to binge?”

“I don’t think we have a choice.” Niall pulls up the show, and you both get comfortable.

“The first season was so good, I hope this is a good follow up.”

“I’ve heard excellent reviews.”

//

Harry didn’t realize how much time had passed. He had ripped through a ton of his freelance work and had actually gotten caught up. When he looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 9:30, he got a little worried. You said you were just going over for dinner. He didn’t think this would be a late night thing. It was Saturday night after all. He wanted to call to see when you’d be home, but he didn’t want to seem controlling.

//

You were on your third drink, and third episode. You knew it was getting late, but this is what you and Niall used to do all the time. You would binge entire seasons of shows together. You were also just enjoying the quality time. You guys had a lot of time together at work, but it was nice to not talk about work.

“I love the way this show is narrated.” He says.

“Me too! It really feels like someone’s inner thoughts. I also just like the way his voice sounds. The cadence is interesting.”

“Agreed.” You finish your drink. “Hey, could I have some water, I should probably start to sober up.”

“Sure!” Niall gets up and fills a glass for you. “Here ya are.”

“Thanks.”

“You know I can just drive you home?”

“I know, but then I’d have to come to get my car tomorrow and it’ll be a whole thing.”

“You could call Harry. Bet he would just uber over here, then he could drive your car back.”

“No, I don’t wanna bother him.” You sigh. “I don’t think he likes that we’re married.” He starts laughing.

“Harry? I never would’ve guessed.” He says facetiously. “Jesus, he’s not gonna start gettin’ all jealous now is he? We just got over all this drama.”

“I don’t know, he was acting weird earlier. I don’t think it’s jealousy, I think…I think it’s a territory thing.”

“Ohhh, yup, I could definitely see that. Something I’ve learned about him over the years is that once something is his, he doesn’t really like having to share it, even if that thing has someone else in their life.”

“So…he’s done this with other girlfriends?”

“No.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “M’talkin’ about Louis.”

“Oh! Like when him and El first got together?”

“Even when him and his ex were together. Harry got very territorial with him. But Lou was also territorial with Harry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know really.” He shrugs. “They had this like big brother/little brother thing. They were just protective of each other. I also think, at the time, Harry couldn’t wrap his head around Louis only wanting to be with one girl since he was happy just hookin’ up.”

“You don’t think he’d try to tell us we couldn’t hang out, do you?”

“Nah. But I could see him making sure it’s known that you’re no one’s but his.”

“He knows that.”

“Yeah, but he wants to make sure everyone else knows that…I’ve told ya before, he’s sorta needy. Little bit clingy.”

“So I’ve noticed.” You smile.

“You don’t mind?”

“Honestly? No. I kind of like it. I’ve never been with someone who just likes everything about me the way he does. I think…he really sees a future with me.”

“And movin’ in together didn’t make ya realize that sooner?” He smirks and swat your hand at him.

“He’s just been dropping small comments lately. Like, for example, he mentioned how our potential new place had room to grow.”

“For like a dog?”

“That’s what he said when I asked him to clarify, but I think he meant for like a baby.”

“He loves babies.” He chuckles.

“I know! And then last night when he was drunk, I made a joke about something for the rest of my life or whatever, and he was like I hope so.” You sip on your water. “Like…does boy wanna marry me?” You giggle.

“Y/N, you really read too far into things. I don’t think he’s been thinkin’ about it yet…even if he has, so what? A lot of people get engaged after being with each other for a year, sometimes less. Oh! Like in I love you man, Peter and Zooey get engaged after only eight months and they’ve been livin’ together.”

“Oh my god, how cute of you to compare us to one of the best film couples of all time.” You put your hands over your heart. “We need to watch that movie again, I love it so much.”

“Maybe that could be our next double date! We could invite Rachel and Lora too.”

“If Harry and I get the apartment we could have a small house warming and watch it!”

“Why are we literally the two most brilliant people in the world?”

“This is why we’re mom and dad of the division, I swear to god.” You both laugh.

Around eleven you decide to call it a night. You were itching to get home to Harry. You were surprised he hadn’t texted you, but to be fair you hadn’t texted him. You help Niall clean everything up.

“Text me when ya get home.” He hugs you.

“Will do.” You hug him back. “Thanks for a fun night, love ya!”

“Love ya back!”

//

You key into your apartment. Harry was wrapped in a blanket on the sofa watching TV. You smile when you see him.

“Hi baby.” You say.

“Hi there.” You walk over and sit down next to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun?”

“Mhm.”

“Didn’t think you’d be gone for so long.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve texted you to check in. Time just got away from us.”

“What did you guys do?”

“Caught up on life. Then we binged the first few episodes of You season two. It’s really good so far. I can’t wait to keep watching. We’ll have to use our lunch breaks to keep watching together.”

“That’s all you guys did, sit and watch TV?”

“Mhm, we love watching TV together. We like to make insightful comments with each other.” He can smell the tequila on you.

“Did you drink?”

“A little, but don’t worry I sobered up. That’s why I’m home so late, I didn’t wanna be buzzed.”

“You could’ve called me.”

“I didn’t wanna bother you babe. What did you do tonight?”

“Got caught up on all my freelance shit.”

“That’s great!” You smile at him. “I appreciate you being so cool about me hanging out with him tonight. He really is one of my best friends, and I’ve missed spending alone time with him.”

“I get it, making time for friends is important. Just maybe next time could you let me know when you’re going to be home? I didn’t know if I should wait up or not, and then I got kinda worried.” He rubs the back of his neck. “But I also didn’t wanna call because I didn’t want you to think I was up your ass.”

“I’m sorry baby, I feel bad you were worried. I’ll definitely check in with you next time.” You yawn. “Are you ready for bed? I’m tired.”

“Sure. Did you, um, think of me at all tonight?”

“Course I did.” You kiss him, and get up. He follows you into the bedroom.

You go into the bathroom and do your nightly routine. When you come out Harry’s in the bed with his glasses on, an arm behind his head, and the other hand has his book in his hand. You notice it’s a new book. You get into bed.

“What’s this one about?” You tap the outside of the book.

“Oh, this is a good one. This is a friend’s to lovers story. I think I’ve read it like four times already. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Would you read it to me since you’re just starting it?”

“You’re going to fall asleep though, I’d want ya to be fully invested.”

“I’ll tell you what, I will sit up while you read, and if I feel really tired, I’ll let you know. I love when you read to me, please?” He chuckles

“Alright.” You shift to sit up against the headboard. “Ready?”

“Proceed.” He clears his throat.

“’They had been friends for as long as he could remember. They had been through everything together, he was even in her wedding party. Eric was the best friend Jane could have ever had. When her husband left her, he was right there for her. Being a single mom to a two year old was not easy. Eric often helped Jane out on the weekends. He would babysit so she could have some time to herself. He loved that child like it was his own.’”

You were hooked immediately. You loved the way the words fell from Harry’s lips. You couldn’t wait to learn more about Eric and Jane. When you hear Harry yawn you look over at him.

“Think that’s enough for tonight.” He dog ear’s the page he’s on, and puts the book on the night stand. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. “What do you think so far?”

“I am invested.” You giggle. “Do you always reread books like that?”

“Sometimes. I get into these funks where I just miss the characters.”

“God, Harry, you are so sweet.” He turns off the light, and you lay on his chest. “Seriously, you are the cutest thing in the world.” You look up at him. “You’re so sensitive, it’s so sexy.” He feels his cock twitch.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He rubs your back lightly. You move to straddle him, surprising him a little. “I mean, there’s a lot of sexy things about you.”

“Like what?” He plays innocent.

“Well, for starters, these lips.” You brush your thumb over his bottom lip. “So sexy.” He kisses your thumb. You move your other hand to stroke through his hair. “And your beautiful, soft hair? Incredibly sexy.” You make a fist and tug at it. The hand near his mouth slides down to his throat. You run your thumb over his Adam’s apple. “God, and that deep voice of yours? When you whisper in my ear…I mean, fuck, that’s sexy.”

He leans up and kisses you. There was nothing more he enjoyed than when you loved on him like this. He missed you all night, and you were totally making up for it. His hands move to cup your cheeks as the kiss deepens. Your hands flatten on his chest. Your tongues drag against each other and you moan against him. Your hips roll down on him, and his lift up to yours. You reach between the two of you, and grip his hard cock. You lift slightly, and guide him in. You both moan out at the contact. You slowly grind down on him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and hide your face in his neck.

Harry’s hands move down to your hips, and grips you tightly. He helps you move up and down on him as he thrust ups into you. You could feel your forehead sweating against his neck. You were letting out small moans. He was getting in so deep from the way you were sitting on him. You kiss on his collarbone, and suck his skin into your mouth. He gasps at the sensation. He moves you faster on him. Your hands move to his hair. You were feeling so good.

“Harry.” You moan into his ear.

“Talk to me, angel.” One of his hands moves to your clit, and he rubs slow, sensual circles on it.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Do you like how tight I am around you?”

“God, yes.” His head nearly rolls back as you continue to move together.

“You like fucking me like this?”

“Yes.” He says through gritted teeth.

“You make me feel so hot, Harry. I’m so fucking wet.” You tighten around him.

“Oh, fuck.” One of his hands moves to your back to press you as close as he possibly can.

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re the only person I ever want to fuck me.”

“Shit, shit, Y/N.” Harry shoots his come up inside you. Between the warmth from that and the way he’s rubbing on your clit, you release as well. “I…love…you too.” He breaths heavily. He presses his head into your shoulder.

You move your hands to tilt his head up. You make sinful eye contact and kiss passionately. He shifts the two of you so you’re lying on your back. You feel him getting hard again inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and rest your heels against his butt.

“You’re the only person I ever want to fuck.” He says into your ear. He takes both of your hands in his and lifts them above your head as he moves in and out of you. “You feel so good around me.”

This was some of the best sex you two had ever had. It was so passionate. You could feel the sweat pooling between both of your stomachs and it didn’t bother you at all.

“Keep talking, baby.” You moan.

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” Jesus. “I’m going to have you screaming.” Oh god. “I’m going to have you begging me to never stop.” Mother of fuck.

Harry delivered on everything he said to you. You had sex four times. FOUR TIMES! You lost track of how many orgasms you had. He had you all over the bed. Eventually you just felt too raw to keep going. You both fell asleep with big smiles on your faces.

//

The next day it hurt to walk. You felt like if you even sneezed your vagina was going to fall out. It honestly felt like after the first time you ever had sex years ago. It also hurt extremely bad to pee. You wondered if your body would ever get used to the way Harry stretched you out.

He was walking on sunshine when he got up. He was enjoying your state of being way too much. He didn’t want you to be in pain of course, but he was very proud of his work. You were completely and utterly fucked for him, and knew it. 

[twistedanddecayed]

All Kindsa Trouble

Summary: It’s not often the Winchester’s roll back into town to seek refuge in their safe house but when they do, they bring more questions than answers. Tired of the sexual frustration that’s been building with each flying visit, one drunken phone call is all that’s needed to scratch that long-overdue itch.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader.

Prompt: “you’re drunk. i’m driving you home.”

Words: 2770

Warnings: oral sex (male), Dean’s smutty mouth, mentions of voyeurism.

A/N: So this is for Lisa’s Christmas challenge/follower celebration. It’s not BETA’d so all mistakes are my own. But I saw this gif and couldn’t not (even though while writing this I pictured him in all that season 9 splendour), which resulted in me hating myself on a whole new level.

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Taking a swig from the half-empty bottle, you savour the delicious burn as you swallow. You’re well on your way to becoming drunk, unsurprising considering you’ve been knocking back the drinks for the most part of the day, but it’s doing nothing to prevent you feeling the chill in the air this evening. You can’t stop the shiver from taking over and you tug your jacket around you a little more as you peer down the street, hoping to spot any oncoming headlights or the distinct engine you’ve come to crave to hear but so far, the road remains deserted and you can’t hear anything from the main adjoining road.

You hadn’t thought Dean would answer, but the temptation to call him had been a little too much and judging by his tone, it was a little too tempting for him to answer too. The bourbon had been whispering dirty and unspeakable things into your ear with each passing hour, cheering you on to press that dial button and rejoiced when you took another shot, said fuck it and listened to the dial tone as you swallowed your pride while waiting for him to answer.

He’d answered quickly, saying your name in a hurry before asking if you were alright. You could barely hear him and so grabbed the bottle you were drinking, stepped out of the bar as you asked him to repeat himself and felt the cool air hit, sobering you enough to hear the slur in your voice when you replied, “I’m fine. Just peachy.”

“Fine my ass,” Dean had growled, “you’re drunk. I’m driving you home. Where are you?”

“I’m sure you remember which bar.” You’d staggered to the wall, feeling everything swaying a little now you were out in the open. He’d told you to stay put before hanging up.

There was something about him that pulled you in. Maybe it’s because both Dean and his brother kept themselves to themselves on the rare occasion they breezed through town, only staying for a week tops before disappearing for months again. The only time they’d leave the property while staying is to go get takeout and more beer - though it wasn’t uncommon to hear the car starting up in the middle of the night and returning just before dawn. Most of the windows were blacked out for complete and utter privacy, they were quiet, never had visitors and their presence brought more questions than they were prepared to answer.

Dean had struck up small talk after catching you off guard, with a rather lacy and expensive lingerie set in your grasp as you were hanging the clean laundry out on the line. He’d rested his arms against the fence, his eyes scanning over your body as he’d run his tongue over his bottom lip before catching it between his teeth.

“I usually have to buy dinner before I get to see those.” He’d quipped and flashed a grin your way. You knew within seconds you were in trouble and your panties were soaked.

He was charming, disgustingly so; complimenting you in one breath and making you want to ride his face in the next. You exchanged flirtatious comments when you’d seen him, marvelled at the way he’d drag his gaze over you, especially when he shouldn’t. You’d caught him on numerous occasions unapologetically watching as you’d dropped your towel after your shower. The first time was a genuine accident, he wasn’t supposed to be back. The house was supposed to be empty and the first time this had happened, you had been left more than red-faced, wishing the ground could open up and swallow you whole to save you from the shame that you’d felt, but you couldn’t forget his reaction.

The way he’d sat forward, dropped the book onto the table beside him and brought the beer bottle to his lips. He’d pulled his gaze away from you momentarily, an act of chivalry, but it was only for a moment and his eyes were back on you once more. You’d knelt to pick up the towel, using it to cover your breasts and letting the rest of it fall down your front, leaving the rest of you exposed. You knew he’d be wanting to see the rest, could now easily picture that naughty lingerie set on you far too clearly, and you’d left him like that, leant forward wanting to see more as you’d drawn the blinds and shut him out. The next few times were not an accident and thinking of Dean slamming his way into the house and fucking you so hard that you’d feel it for days after was how you were able to bring yourself to orgasm for months that followed.

Dean and his brother aren’t the “do you have a cup of sugar?” kind of neighbours but having the two of them there brought a sense of security and safety. Something which proved to be true one night in the local bar. Some jackass who had drunk far too much had decided to get far too handsy, attracting quite a few stares from those surrounding the two of you, yet no-one tried to help. You hadn’t seen Dean enter the bar, but after your fifth refusal to the drunken guy had gone mostly ignored, Dean’s hand had gripped his shoulder, spun him around and connected his fist with his jaw.

Dean had wasted no time in throwing him out, not wanting to make more of a scene than had already been caused before making sure you were OK. He was pumped and more than happy to go back out and finish what he’d started. The veins in his temple and neck had stood out, with the one on his neck demanding to be kissed and fuck did you want to. You were tempted to coax the guy to come back just so you could watch Dean in action once more. Something had switched in him - you’d seen it on his face, the ghost of a smirk on his lips before he’d landed the first punch. He enjoyed it and being honest with yourself, so had you.

Darkness had washed over him and it unnerved you how much you liked it. You’d felt the hot pull within your stomach and your panties became sodden. He’d lost his cool so briefly, with such a calmness that it both alarmed you and made you more aroused than you cared to admit.

He’d made you promise to call him if you were in any sort of trouble and put his number in your cell.

“Is that why you disappear? Too many girls calling in need of your assistance?” You’d tried to joke, though you were eager for any nugget of information he could give about the two of them.

You’d heard Sam scoff behind him and mutter, “you’re not far off with that assumption.” Chuckling at his brother’s comment, Dean wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and replied, “well princess, saving people? That’s kinda our thing.” He didn’t explain further and you didn’t ask.

Until tonight, you hadn’t considered calling as they’d skipped town the day after he gave you his number. You’d heard the purr of Dean’s car pulling up last night and both brothers whisper shouting; deep in an argument that didn’t seem to be ending and certainly, not one which had just begun. They’d slammed into the house and you hadn’t heard from them since, but the beautiful car that you’d pictured Dean fucking you on the backseat of, remained on the driveway before you’d left and that was a good sign.

It wasn’t a long drive from yours to here, nor was it late which meant you’d pulled him from his bed, but the longer you spend sitting outside on the old crumbling brick wall, you’re slowly sobering up. Annoyed, you take several deeper swigs of the burning liquid and sigh. The rumble of the engine alerts you, pulls you from your thoughts and you begin to wonder what the hell you’re going to do now with Dean Winchester when the headlights appear as he turns down the narrow street to where you are

“Whose ass do I need to kick tonight?” he asks as begins to climb out. The businesses here are all closed up for the night, no security cameras are about and the only noise now is from the bar, which is just far enough away to have a bit of privacy but close enough should you need to try and get back there in case anything happened and you needed help. The car door slams and he leans against it, his arms crossed over his chest as he waits for an answer.

“You said I was too drunk to go home alone.” There’s less of a slur to your words now, “there’s no drama tonight. Just you trying to be a hero.”

“Then why’d you call me?” His brows knit together, and he looks back down the street towards the direction you’d come from. It’s still quiet, with no one about but it’s in the wrong part of town. It’s dark and dingy and perfect for public fucking.

“I was horny.” You reply simply with a shrug as you lift the bottle to your lips as you watch him.

“Horny? Yo-you pulled me away because you wanted to get your kicks like some teenager?” He growls and pushes away from the car before yanking the bottle from your hand. “Give me that,” he says while he glances down at the label and nods approvingly before taking a mouthful. “What did you think was gonna happen? I’d come pick you up, you’d tease again like your damn window show and then walk away like nothing happened?”

“You seemed to like those damn window shows.” You bite back, pushing from the wall to stare up at him.

A smirk curves his lips, and you hear the clang of his belt being unbuckled. He puts the whiskey bottle down on the wall and unfastens his jeans quickly, “darlin’ that smart mouth is gonna get you into all kindsa trouble.”

“It’s a good thing you and Sam like saving people then isn’t it?” you know you shouldn’t have replied but you couldn’t help yourself. His hand is on your shoulder, shoving you down onto your knees, while his other hand pulls free his thick cock and strokes over his shaft a few times, causing pre-cum to dot the slit.

“Ah, but Sammy ain’t here tonight sweetheart, now open up.” He barely gives you time to adjust before his cock fills your mouth, knocking you back onto the heels of your feet and has you gripping his thighs for support as you’re almost knocked off balance. You reach up, your hand curling around the base of his cock and without him prompting you to do so, you begin to sink your lips down his cock, swirling your tongue over the tip as you drag your mouth back to the head before repeating. He leans back against the car, his head turning to peer down the road as a commotion sounds outside the bar. “Not my fucking problem.” He hisses as one of his hands fists your hair.

The moan that escapes his lips travels directly to your pussy, making you shift your weight though never breaking pace as you continue to suck his dick. You let go of his thigh and begin to unbutton your jeans, desperate to satisfy the need to climax. The hand gripping your hair loosens ever so briefly as he gives the back of your head a warning slap, “take it all and don’t even fuckin’ think about touching yourself.”

You take more of him as you relax your jaw, enabling him to slip past the back of your mouth and nudge into your throat and hold him there for a moment. He pulses within your throat, his grip on your hair tightens and his hips buck, making you gag around him. Your throat tries to expel him immediately and tears threaten to spill from your lashes and you’re inhaling as much air through your nose as you can as you briefly panic when Dean doesn’t hold up or pull out. Your hand tightens into a fist, trapping your thumb between your fingers and palm and squeeze, bypassing your gag reflex now as you take him further into your throat, your nose pressing to his pubic bone as you take every inch he has to offer. His hips pull back, slipping himself from your lips as his expression darkens as he stares down at you as he bends to your level and grips your jaw, his thumb smears over your lips.

“Now, you listen to me. You don’t ring me up like a cheap-ass booty call and then try this shit. You want to be fucked like a whore? I’m going to need to hear those noises baby. If my dick is in your throat, I’ve earned those gags. I’ve earned the sound of you choking on it and I won’t have you refusing to give them to me.” Smirking, you flick your tongue over his thumb and suck it into your mouth. “You’re going to open, you’re going to give me what I want and once I’ve finished with that pretty little mouth of yours, you’re going to thank me for it.”

Dean stands, his thumb pulls from your mouth with a wet pop before reaching around to the back of your head. You obediently open and he wastes no time in slipping his cock back into your waiting mouth. He provides no build-up. You slacken your jaw the best you can as he thrusts his hips to you. Spit gathers at the corners of your mouth, your eyes begin to water and spill down your cheeks at the same time as your saliva running tracks down your chin and dripping onto your chest.

“So eager earlier for it. And now look at you.”

Your throat contracts around him and all you can do is grip his thighs and waist as he fucks your mouth as though it’s your cunt. His eyes are only on you, watching his thick length penetrate you, feeling the tightening of your throat around his head. He no longer gives a shit if he’s caught. You give him what he desires; the sound of him hitting the back of your throat and each gag as he holds himself there for a moment or two longer than he should. Your nails sink into his thighs, your vision blurs and your chest heaves as you try to breathe.

He pulls his cock from your mouth, just long enough for you to gulp in several large breaths before he’s pushing back into your mouth once more, filling it completely. When you moan, the vein that presses against your tongue pulses, his cock twitches and he hisses. With each drive of his hips, you hollow your cheeks as his balls slap against your chin.

“You’re gonna swallow everything I give you.” He demands, his hands fisting your hair harder. You groan around him, wincing at the pain that shoots through your scalp and the hands that rest against his thighs ball into fists of your own. His eyes lock with yours as his thrusts become erratic and within moments, he’s burying his cock as deeply into your throat as possible, your nose squashing against his skin as he empties everything into you.

Pulling from you, he pulls his clothes back into place and begins to zip himself back up as you get to your feet, wiping the spit from your cheeks and chin as you take him in. “C’mere.” He gestures to you with two fingers and you step towards him. “Spread them,” he instructs, and you do so. Your button remains undone from your feeble attempt at pleasure-seeking and he makes quick work of it, slipping his hand into your panties and pushing two fingers between your soaking folds. The sharp intake of breath and slow whine of his name brings a grin to his face as he thrusts his fingers into you for a few moments before pulling his hand free and pushing them between his lips. You watch his cheek sucks in as he licks them clean and his grin becomes bigger. “I always hoped you’d be good at taking dick and if that fine tasting pussy is anything like your mouth, then you’re in for one hell of a ride tonight.”

[pappydaddy]

Say It (Three Words pt.2) (s.h)

a/n: gosh! i wrote this so long ago, look at baby pappydaddy’s first ever imagine! so much has changed since i posted this, it’s kinda crazy to look back upon this. anyway, i am here to say that i am going to revamp this fic! i’ll rewrite it eventually, but for right now, i am making it look somewhat like my newer fics!

and yes, i reused the a/n from part one since now, i would have just made this one part instead of two😅!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

not requested

tv show/movie: stranger things

warnings: angst, just basic relationship things.  

part i  | part ii - you are here!

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- not my gif -  

  The entire drive over to the Henderson residence, where this weeks movie night was being held, was filled with Robin talking endlessly about the plan she concocted to give Steve the perfect time to tell y/n he loved her. Robin was excited, her hands moving wildly in the air as she talked, too busy to look at Steve as he drove. While Robin couldn’t help but feel excited, Steve couldn’t help but feel like he was driving to his death - his own personal Dooms Day. With each passing second the tires of his maroon BMW rolled closer to Dustin’s house, he feel the pending doom looming over him more and more, like an ugly black coated monster. 

  “This is going to be perfect, as long as you don’t mess it up,” Robin spoke through an exhale, her hands falling to rest on her jean clad thighs. Steve hummed, not really listening to what she was saying. He was too caught up in the fact that in a matter of one minute, he could wreck his relationship. Robin finally looked over at him, shooting him a glare as he turned onto Dustin’s street. “You have to do it tonight, Steve. Just do it and whatever happens happens, you two are both adults, you can talk about it if it doesn’t go perfectly.” She reminded him. 

  “Yeah, you’re right, we can talk about what happens next if she isn’t ready yet. That’s an option. Or we could break-up and I could die.” He spun out, slowing his speed down to make the drive last longer, not wanting to pull into the Henderson’s driveway just yet. He wanted to prolong the drive as long as he can, wanting to think out every scenario, especially the one where she says she doesn’t love him and Steve’s heart is ripped out of his chest and stomped on once again. 

  “You’re not going to die, y/n loves you - even if she’s not ready to say it yet, sh does,” Robin told him honestly. “Besides, the worst thing that could happen is she says she’s not ready, doesn’t mean you will break up.” Robin felt like a broken record at this point, but she knew she had to keep saying it in order for it to get through Steve’s thick head. 

  “No, the worst thing that could happen is that I die because she thinks I’m creepy.” Steve told her. Robin groaned loudly, slamming her head back against the headrest, her eyes squeezed shut in annoyance. She had him convinced in the store that she wasn’t going to say no, but the second they started to drive, he was right back to thinking she was going to shatter his heart. 

  “I am this close to punching you out and telling her you love her myself, Harrington,” Robin seethed, lifting her head. Steve slowed down even more, the Henderson's driveway only a lawn away. “Turn into the damn driveway and get in there, take y/n into your arms, tell her you love her and kiss her. Stop overthinking, just do it.” Robin basically yelled at her best friend, clearly frustrated with him. 

  “But-” He started, finally pulling into the driveway, parking the car. 

  “I swear to god, Harrington,” She threatened him, gritting her teeth as she gave him a wild look. Steve looked at her with wide eyes, slowly turning the car off and pulling the keys out of the ignition as if any sudden movements would set her off like an attack dog. “It’s almost like you want to be scared of love your whole life. Can’t you admit that one tiny little part of you wants to feel love again and doesn’t want to shy away from love? You love her and nothing is going to change that,” She took a deep breath, her voice becoming compassionate. “I know you’re scared, but no matter what you do at this point, you might end up getting hurt; if you don’t tell her you love her, she will never know and your relationship will end eventually and she will move on while you kick yourself for not telling her it soon enough.” 

  “You know, that’s not really helping, Robin.” Steve shot back, opening his door, the cold night air rushing into the car. 

  “Steve Harrington, you were scared shitless when we were held hostage in a Russian base, but you didn’t let it stop you from trying to get out even with you knowing that we could die if we were caught, this is practically the same thing,” Robin pointed out, giving Steve tough love now. “We were damned if we did and damned if we didn’t, but we did try and escape and we are still up and walking - free from the Russians,” She paused, her eyes pouring into Steve, her tone dropping. “You are feeling the same way now, damned if you do and damned if you don’t, but from someone seeing everything from outside your relationship, you’re completely damned if you don’t.” 

  “You’re right, I am damned if it don’t say it,” Steve breathed out. Robin could have cheered out in celebration. He finally was back on track. “I would be even more of an idiot if I don’t say it.” 

  “Hard to argue with that logic,” Robin chirped, opening her car door and sliding out into the cold air, slamming it while Steve just stared at the Henderson’s front door. “Let’s get a move on Romeo, before you start overthinking again.” Robin walked around to his open door, yanking on his arm to get out. He complied, unbuckling his seat belt, forcing himself not to think about it. Mentally pumping himself up, playing positive affirmations over and over again as he followed Robin to the front door. He tried to smother the looming monster manifestation of his fear, taking deep breaths. 

  “I can’t believe you put butter on this! Popcorn seasoning is better!” Lucas’ shout greeted them as soon as Robin pushed the front door open. They shared a look, kicking their shoes off and shrugging out of their jackets. 

  “Butter is better, that’s what you always get at the movies - a large popcorn with extra butter, why is this any different?” Mike shouted back. Robin and Steve rounded the corner into the living room, seeing Mike and Lucas standing there, Mike holding a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn in his hands. 

  “Because I want popcorn seasoning, not butter and this isn’t movie theater popcorn, dumbass!” Lucas shot back, pointing to the popcorn. Max and Dustin just start on the couch, watching the fight, not saying anything. Steve looked around for y/n, but his search of the living room came up short. 

  “You’re the dumbass! Popcorn is popcorn!” Mike argued, shoving the bowl towards Lucas who pushed it back, a few pieces spilling out of the bowl at the forcefulness of the push. 

  “Hey! Don’t spill buttered popcorn all over the floor, my mom will kill me, Dipshits!” Dustin yelled, interjecting himself into the kerfuffle. Just like an angel, y/n rushed into the hallway from the kitchen, a second bowl of popcorn in her hands. She smiled, seeing Steve and Robin standing in the doorway to the living room as she slipped by them, holding the bowl out to Lucas. 

  “There, freshly popped popcorn with popcorn seasoning, now you two can stop fighting. Mike, sit at that end of the couch, Lucas, on that end,” She instructed, pointing to opposite ends of the couch. “Whoever wants to eat buttered popcorn, sit by Mike, whoever wants to eat seasoned popcorn, sit by Lucas. Everything is settled.” She breathed out a sigh, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she turned to Steve and Robin. 

  “Why don’t you go get some fresh air, y/n, I will take care of things in here.” Robin suggested, taking y/n by her shoulders and directing her towards the front door. Y/n went along willingly, slipping her shoes on once Robin let go of her shoulders. Behind y/n’s back, Robin sent a warning glare towards Steve, nudging her head in her direction, telling him to go with her. 

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes, thanks Robin.” Y/n announced, sliding her coat over her as she opened the door, slipping out it. 

  “Take your time! No rush,” Robin told her, glaring at Steve as he shook his head wildly, panic building back up in him. Robin pointed to the door, her eyes narrowing as it closed behind y/n. “Get out there and say it!” She hissed. 

  “Shouldn’t I just give a like a minute to chill-” 

  “Harrington, if you miss this opportunity I am hauling your ass into the psych ward to have your head examined. Just remember what we talked about in the car and you will be fine.” Robin cut him off abruptly, her frustration showing. Steve blinked, shocked by her outburst. He nodded, his mind set on his mission. 

  “Okay, yeah, just- don’t lose your mind.” He muttered, brushing past Robin who watched him slip his shoes back on, walking out without his jacket. He took a deep breath, twisting the door handle and stepping into the night. The cold breeze made him shiver slightly, but he pushed through it as he gently closed the door behind him, his heart racing. His mind batted away the negative thoughts that kept trying to slip in and ruin his confidence, but everything melted away when his eyes landed on y/n leaning against the side of the house by the door. 

  “Hey, Steve! I haven’t talked to you all day, I missed you,” She smiled up at him, not noticing how he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans as he slowly walked towards her, swallowing thickly. “What’s up?” She furrowed her brows, her heart jumping in fear at his nervous facial expression, her mind automatically thinking the worst. 

  “I, uh,” He started, jamming one hand in his jean pocket, the other one clasping the back of his neck, rubbing it. He cleared his throat, his eyes dropping to his feet. Taking another deep breath, he gathered his courage. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.” He told her, looking back up at her, their eyes connecting. 

  “Sure, what is it, babe,” She asked, her hand coming out to rest on his arm gently, her eyes soft, showing him that he could say anything. He swallowed once again, nerves bubbling up in his chest. She was so sweet and caring, Steve had to question what twist of fate allowed her to even think about going on a date with him, let alone loving him. “Whatever it is, just say it and we can go from there.” She told him. Her mind raced, thinking he wanted to break up with her. She started to question how she was going to explain to the kids why she had to leave once Steve broke up with her. How she was going to hold it together long enough to leave with at least a sliver of her dignity. 

  “I’m just going to say it,” He mumbled to himself, almost as if to push himself to do it. “Just say it, Steve,” He repeated, taking deep breaths, making y/n even more nervous. “Just,” He paused, pulling his hands in front of him and pushed them forward as if it would help him say the words. “Say it.” 

  “Steve, if you don’t say it, we aren’t going to be able to talk about it-” 

  “I love you,” He blurted out, his eyes closed as he waited for her response. Y/n filtered in her step closer to him, not expecting him to say that. She was expecting for him to tell her he wanted to break up, not that he loved her. Her heart felt like it was floating, trying to rise up to the clouds drifting in the night sky. Drift into the sparkling stars, to float around the planets of the universe. Steve pried his eyes open at her silence, taking in her shocked expression. “And you don’t feel the same, I am so stupid! I told Robin that this was going to go bad, but she insisted that you loved me too-”

  “I do,” y/n finally spoke, her voice firm. Her eyes looked into Steve confused ones. His mouth opened to ask her what she meant, but she beat him to it. “I love you,” She clarified, stepping even closer to his body, her arms snaking around his torso, pressing her body against his. “I was shocked because I thought you wanted to break up with me, that’s why I didn’t say it back right away.” She told him, nuzzling her cheek into his chest as his arms wrapped around her, swaying them back and forth gently. 

  “Why would I ever break up with you? You’re amazing.” Steve questioned, wondering how she would ever think he wanted to break up with someone as perfect as her. She shrugged, pulling her face away from his chest to look up at him. 

  “I dunno, I just thought you were acting weird and then when you came out here looking nervous and not wanting to say something, I automatically thought you were breaking up with me,” She confessed, stepping back so she could look at him better. All the tension and stress in his body was gone, his normal goofy smile on his lips, his body relaxed. “But I’m glad you said you loved me.” She smiled up at him, rolling onto her toes to press a kiss to his chin. 

  “I’m glad I said it too.” He agreed, dipping his head down to press a long, lingering kiss to her lips. 

[coldlittlecuties]

Bundle Up

The boys are on an early season 1 hunt in Michigan but aren't quite used to how cold it is. (Words: 2086)

I might continue this if anyone is interested.

Dean shoved Sam through the entrance of the nearest store, the little bell above jingling. The younger hunter was shaking so harshly from the frigid Michigan air that Dean feared it was a seizure. He steered Sam over to the nearest vent, then began brushing off the snow while hot air blew over him.

"You okay?" Dean checked.

"F-F-FFF-F-Fi-Finnne," Sam stuttered.

"You're not fine, you're frozen! The Hell were you thinkin', man?!" Dean scolded. Sam looked at him with the most heart-wrenching puppy eyes he'd ever pulled. Of course him being all huddled up and shivery made it all the more effective.

Dean sighed. He brought his brother's icy hands out from his jacket sleeves to check for frostbite. "Look: I don't care how close you think the library is. When it's this freakin' cold, you call me to pick you up. You don't walk! Man, look at you! You better have all your toes."

"*fffffuhuhuhuhuh* N-N-NN-NN-No-ot th-th-that *buh-buh-buh-buh*bad," Sam denied. He then shuddered so hard Dean had to stop him from falling.

"Yeah, tell that to your teeth," Dean interrupted. "Geez, Sammy! If you're gonna be so underdressed, at least wear gloves."

"D-D-D-Do-on't ha-ha-avvve 'nnnny-y," Sam explained. Dean lightly smacked him upside his head.

"You should've said something! I told you we'd be close to Canada this hunt! Are these the warmest clothes you have?" He berated. Sam's lack of eye contact was all the answer Dean needed. He sighed, washing a hand over his face. "You trying kill me, Sammy?"

"Y-Y-You-u'd c-c-c-co-co-com*mmm*ee b-b-bb-back a-a-an *huhuhuh*haunt m-m-m-me."

"Damn right I'd haunt your ass," Dean smirked. "Now let's see if this place has anything to keep you from turning into the abominable snowman."

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The brothers have stayed in some pretty awful places: motels that reek of cigar smoke, empty houses infested with pests, even outside on cold concrete if the situation was dire enough. This cabin might be their least favorite place. Sure it looked beautiful, was clean, and free from rodents or bugs, but it was not built for winter.

It's insulation is nonexistent, the windows are single paned which let the chill seep into the cabin, there is no fireplace, and no matter where they are, there is always a draft to send shivers up their spines. Dean was convinced that the cabin was colder than the snowy forest outside. He was tempted to sleep in the Impala, but since she was made of metal, she would be even colder (though he doubted it was possible for colder temperatures to exist).

Their father trained them to withstand cold temperatures and how to deal with cold weather emergencies. Dean kept trying to regulate his breathing like he was taught. Every inhale felt like a brain freeze to his sinuses, even inside! Despite all of this, Dean was still more worried for his brother.

Sam has never been very cold tolerant. His skinny body just didn't hold in enough heat. Living in the warmer climate of the Bay Area made him even less tolerant. Dean's stomach clenched at the memory of his baby brother shivering through cold weather training, his teeth clacking together so intensely that even their father allowed him to wear another layer. It was excruciating to see his little brother freezing without helping him.

This time wasn't cold training. This is one of the circumstances they trained for. Only this time, Dean won't sit idly by while Sammy freezes to death. He'll do whatever it takes to keep him warm. Whatever he did, he knew he'd have to do it quickly. Dean could already see his brother shaking from the cold, even in his new winter clothes.

"Why don't you go find some more blankets and I'll see if I can pump some heat into this place," Dean suggested. Sam nodded, rubbing his arms as he walked away. Dean examined the cabin, trying to find a thermostat or a furnace: anything. He nearly cheered when he found the water heater. All he had to do was relight the pilot light and... done! In an hour, it would be warm enough for a hot shower or two.

"D-D-Dean!" The older brother sprinted to where he heard Sam call. "We d-d-don't have p-p-p-p-power."

"Hang tight, Sammy! I'll try to find the generator. Stay here!" Dean ordered before running off. He checked the kitchen, the living room, the hallway, the bedrooms, the closets, even the bathroom. It must be outside. Dean rushed outside and around the perimeter of the cabin. Finally, he found the generator piled under a mountain of snow. His gloved hands made opening the control panel very difficult, but if he took them off, he'd lose fingers to frostbite. Dean's hopes fell when the door opened to reveal every piece either rusted or frozen.

"Sonovabitch...," he grumbled, slamming the door shut. Hopefully whatever they had in the Impala could help, just until they could drive back into town for supplies. Dean ruffled through the trunk, the hidden compartment, the interior: all he found were a few more scraps of clothing and a lighter. He sighed.

"Generator's busted. We'll pick up stuff to fix it tomorrow. I did find a few more gloves and socks though," Dean explained, shaking off the snow from his jacket before putting it back on again.

"Don't worry, Dean. The stove's gas powered with a full tank of propane. It's kinda cozy," Sam replied, holding his gloved hands close to the lit burner. Dean was glad Sam wasn't shivering anymore. He knew from experience that it made his muscles sore as Hell.

"You wanna roast marshmallows and chestnuts?" The older brother teased.

"I know you're joking, but I could seriously use some hot chocolate right about now," Sam smirked, rubbing his arms again.

"You said it. We should get some mix. And some milk! Watery hot chocolate is disgusting," Dean added.

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After a couple of hours researching, Dean heated up a few cans of soup over the fire. It was getting dark, especially with the increasing snowfall. It wasn't too bad thanks to the candles they lit. They also provided some much needed warmth. Both boys divided the remaining clothes and blankets among themselves, Dean making sure Sam got whatever was warmest. His kid was bundled up in as many layers as he thought he could wear without Dean noticing. Of course, he did. But he wouldn't say anything.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched Sam blow into his gloved hands and bounce his legs. While waiting for the soup to warm up, he rifled through the cabinets in search of something that could help Sam. He found a few heat packs and even one of those aqua bead pouches that could be heated or cooled. There was also some tea and sugar. Dean started to heat another pot of water for the tea and to heat up the aqua pouch.

"*huh-huh'PSHH! h'NSHuuh! hih-GISHhuuh!*"

"Hey, Sammy. Why don't you take a break for a bit. Stretch thise freakishly long legs of yours," Dean suggested, hoping to lure his brother closer to the heat source.

Sam happily left the dining room chairs, taking the long route to the kitchen so he wouldn't be too obvious.

"*HISHhuuh! tchSHOO! Heh-hih-ihHSHSH!*"

"You getting sick?"

"No. My nose is just running 'cause it's cold in here. And my scarf tickles sometimes," Sam explained, hugging himself.

"Wanna try one of these hot pack things? They're suplosed to be for injuries but they advertise heat," Dean offered, already preparing a pack. Sam nodded, but Dean would've put the pack on him anyways. The younger hunter shuddered violently when his shirt was pulled up in the back. He felt the pack stick to him, then Dean let go of him.

As upset as Sam wanted to be with Dean for invading his personal space, the glorious warmth of the pack started to kick in. He sighed contentedly, almost purring, as it helped his shivery muscles loosen.

"It's so warm," he thought aloud.

"That's why it's called a hot pack, Sammy. Here, eat up," Dean explained as he handed Sam a bowl of soup. The brothers stood by the stove as they ate the soup and drank the tea. Both were savoring the warmth from the dishes as well as their contents.

"You think you're gonna be warm enough, tonight Sammy?" Dean checked, handing him the warmed aqua pouch.

"Yeah, I'm good. What about you, though?" Sam worried.

"I'm too hot to freeze!"

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Dean let out another shuddery breath as a chill wracked him. He tried to curl himself into a tighter ball, but it wasn't helping. The hunter was so cold he couldn't stop shivering. His teeth kept making that annoying chattering sound no matter how much he wrapped himself in the blankets. He even used some spare towels from the closets!

"S-S-S-S-Sa-ammmy's w-ww-wwarm-m-m," Dean kept telling himself. "*huhuhuh*He's wwwwa-warm a-a-and s-s-s-s-sa*fffff*fe." He then shivered so hard it rocked the bed. Dean was wearing every piece of clothing he could. Everything else (minus the Fed Suit) was mingled in with the towels and covers. How was he still this cold?!

Finally fed up with turning into a popsicle, Dean eased himself out of the blankets to stand by the stove for a while. He was amazed to feel how much colder the room was outside of his cocoon. All his shivering reminded him to check on Sam. Dean shuffled around the corner and into the kitchen. He turned on the gas for the stove, but couldn't work the lighter with his gloves. He took them off then shuddered impossibly harder.

He dropped his lighter with a loud *THUNK!*. Dean winced, hoping the noise didn't wake his little brother. He decided to turn off the gas until he could find another way to light the stove. No sense in poisoning them both. While he waited for an idea to come, he saw one of the hot packs on the counter. Dean took off his gloves on the other hand so he could open their package. But he was shaking too much to properly grasp it.

"I knew it!"

Dean whipped around as Sam came out of his room with a blanket wrapped around him.

"You lecture me about the importance of of staying warm and wearing plenty of layers while you go and do the exact opposite!"

"M'f-f-ff-fi-ine S-S-S-Sam," Dean assured.

"You're not fine, you're frozen!" Sam echoed, wrapping the blanket around his brother. He grabbed the dropped lighter, then lit the front burners. Dean gave a shuddery sigh as he felt the warmth and held his palms out.

"Here: put these back on." Sam watched Dean struggle to put the gloves on for a few seconds before doing it himself. Dean looked away as he huddled into the blanket. Sam opened the hot pack and slipped it onto his brother's back before he had a chance to protest.

"Why didn't you tell me you were freezing? I could've added more layers and given you more blankets!" Sam demanded, preparing a pot of water for tea.

"Y-Y-Y-You wwwere *cuh-cuh-cuh*co-old a-all ddday," Dean explained.

"And you've been freezing all night. Maybe even longer!"

"*muh-muh-muh-muh*my-y j-j-jjjob-b... p-p-p-prot-tect y-y-yo-ou...."

"What's my job then? Sit around all warm and cozy while my big brother freezes to death? I can deal with being cold. I can't deal with losing you too." Sam looked away and took a breath to compose himself.

"S-S-Sam-m-my?"

"I'm fine!"

Dean unhuddled from the blanket so he could pull his brother into a hug. Sam burried his face in Dean's shoulder as he relaxed into the embrace.

"S'ok-k-kay S-Sammy. I-I'm g-g-getting warm-m-mer nno-ow. M-M-M'ok-k-k-kay."

Sam nodded into his shoulder. Dean's shivering slowed to a stop after a few minutes. Neither brother was willing to let go of the other just yet.

"You wanna try to sleep a bit more?" Sam offered, suppressing a yawn. "You can stay in my room 'cause it's warm."

"Yeah. Let's get'cha to bed, Sammy," Dean chuckled. Reluctantly, they let go to walk into Sam's room. They crawled under the covers on opposite sides of the bed, but they ended up gravitating towards each other. Their chilly and sleepy minds only registered the soft warmth and the presence of his brother.

Sam was snuggled up against Dean's chest, his head tucked right under the older hunter's chin. Dean wrapped his arms around his kid and nuzzled his soft hair. That was how they fell asleep: warm, cozy, and protected.