#I'm just picking up race to the edge again and this popped up when i searched for it

[thesinglesock]

How does a show get 7 seasons in under 2 years???? on Netflix??? in this economy?

[justmystyles]

Having Your Baby

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: you get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

warnings: vomiting

a/n: this is probably stupid, but it popped in my head today so i figured i'd write it.

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @brightlightsinlife @cute-as-ducks420 @gem1712 @golden-hoax @gothmingguk @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @lexiecamposv @n0vaj3an @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @tiaamberxx @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

Harry stretches the sleep out of his body before reaching across the bed to pull you closer. His eyes snap open when he is met with an empty space where you should have been. As he sat up, he could hear the sounds of your stomach emptying in the bathroom. 

He rushed in, kneeling beside you to hold your hair with one hand, and rub your back soothingly with the other. “You’re still not feeling well, love?” 

You sit back, wiping your mouth and shaking your head, afraid if you open your mouth, you’ll start vomiting again. 

Harry went to the sink, running a washcloth under the cold water before coming back to you and wiping the sweat from your brow. “Angel, will you please see a doctor? I'm starting to get worried.” 

“I’m fine Harry, I promise.” You smile softly before standing to go brush your teeth. “I love how much you worry about me though.” 

“You’re my wife, how could I not?” He comes up behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “I’ve got to head out for rehearsal. I want you to take it easy today, alright? And if you’re still not feeling well, don’t come to the show. I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.” 

“I’ll rest today, but there’s no way I’m missing your show.” You insist. 

Harry rolls his eyes with a sigh. He knows how stubborn you are, and if you say you’re going to go to the show, you were going to the show. Nothing was going to stop you. As much as he wanted you to rest, he couldn’t deny how much he loved looking out from the stage to see you out there supporting him. 

Once Harry was gone, you hopped in the shower and went back to bed to relax and watch television. As you were scanning through the channels, your phone pinged with a text message. It was Harry’s mom confirming plans for next week when you would be in town. You replied back confused, because you weren’t scheduled to be there for two weeks. 

When she clarified the dates you realized that you were mentally a week behind. Touring with Harry always messed up your internal calendar, so it was no shock that you were off by a week. A wave of panic ran through you as you opened up the scheduling app on your phone. 

Shit. 

Suddenly, all of the trips to the bathroom, the nausea, it all made sense. You changed out of your pajamas and into some of Harry’s workout clothes so that you could run to the store to confirm your suspicion. 

You sat on the edge of the tub, looking down at the test in your hands, two prominent lines staring back at you. Your heart and mind racing. You and Harry had talked about starting a family, it was something you both wanted, you just hadn’t talked about an exact timeline.

As you sit there, thinking about how you want to tell Harry, your phone rings, pulling you from your thoughts. You take the phone out of your hoodie pocket and look at the screen to see your husband’s face smiling up at you from his contact photo. 

“Hey you,” you greet him cheerfully. 

“Well you certainly sound like you’re feeling better than when I left you this morning.” 

He wasn’t wrong, you were feeling better. You were still a little nauseous, but it didn’t bother you as much now that you knew why. “I am. A lot better actually.” 

“I’m so glad to hear it.” He said, his voice dripping in relief, “I’ll send a car to pick you up at the hotel in an hour.” 

“Perfect, I really can’t wait to see you.” An idea clicked in your head at that moment. You knew exactly how you were going to tell him. 

“I can’t wait either, princess. I’ve gotta go take care of a couple of things, but I’ll see you soon, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You sigh. “Hey Harry?”

“Yes, my love?” 

“I love you so much.” 

There’s a pause on the other end of the phone, you’re sure you can hear Harry’s smile. “I love you so much too.” 

You arrive at the venue, dressed comfortably in a pair of bike shorts and one of Harry’s hoodies, using the extra bulk to conceal your surprise until the perfect moment. Harry made sure that you got there early enough for him to spend some time with you before he had to change and head on stage. 

While you were with him in his dressing room, you asked if there was a more private place you could stand for the show tonight. Usually, you would be in a blocked off area on the floor, which you loved. Though Harry never spoke publicly about his personal life, you included, his fans knew who you were, and they were always so respectful and kind to you. You told him that you wanted to be isolated in case you got sick again, but the truth was, you knew that if you did what you were planning on the floor, it would be on the internet before the show was even over. Harry said he had the perfect place for you, running you over there quickly before getting into the pre-show huddle. 

You stood in your spot for the entirety of the show. Harry was electrifying as usual, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. You never could, but watching him onstage, in his element, was so hypnotizing. And knowing that you were about to flip his world upside down in a matter of moments added an extra layer of excitement. And nerves. 

Harry ran from end to end of the stage, hyping up the crowd and you knew it was time. He was getting everyone loud and crazy to lose their minds for Kiwi. It was time. As he opened his mouth and the song began, your stomach began doing flips. You will yourself to keep it together for just a few minutes, you had a plan and you were going to stick to it. Harry glanced over to you, and you smiled, singing the song back to him, and dancing in your spot. You knew if you kept your energy up, he’d come back to you a couple of times. You were waiting for the end of the song, Harry was a consummate professional, but you weren’t sure what was going to happen once you dropped the bomb, so you wanted to make sure they fans got as much of him as possible.

As he was doing his ‘kiwi kicks’, you took a deep breath. This was it. You reached your hands into your hoodie pocket, pulling out the test. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect if you tried, he skipped over to your side of the stage as the final lines of the song began, you held the test up in front of him and mouthed the words ‘I’m having your baby.’ 

He smiled at you, not immediately registering that you were holding something, he glanced down quickly before doing a double take. He looked back up at you with wide eyes, his jaw practically on the floor, frozen in place. You smile, feeling the tears build up in your eyes and nod at him to confirm. You tip your head, signaling that he needed to finish the show, and he suddenly remembered where he was. He smiled at you, wider than you think you’ve ever seen him smile, he blew you a kiss and ran back to the crowd, waving and saying goodnight to the crowd. 

Once he was sure he had hit every corner of the stage, instead of running off his usual side, he ran straight for you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you off the ground and burying his face in your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and your tears immediately began to fall. Time seemed to stop in that moment, your surroundings disappearing. It was only you and Harry.

... and your baby.  

[writingforstraykids]

More than friends - Chp.4

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 2839

Summary: Chan has trouble forgetting about the day he stumbled in on Minho and you. With Minho gone for business and stress rising he decides to take matters into his own hands...accidentally calling you instead of Min ...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, top!dom!chan, bottom!reader (not quite sub I think), p in v, masturbation (chan), fingering (f receiving)

A/N: As I promised, I'm tagging you @onmykneesforchanlix👀🤭~🌙

PART THREE | PART FIVE

It's been two weeks since Minho left for his trip. Two weeks since he made you whimper his name, bruising your body with kisses and loving bites. Two weeks since his fingers traveled to your most intimate places, made you slowly lose your mind and push you over the edge over and over again. Leaving for three weeks must've made him sentimental. It's also been two weeks since someone touched you, and damn, you're starting to miss it…you're not the only one. 

Two weeks ago, the night before his departure, after fucking you stupid all day while Chan was at work, Minho started searching Chan's near. You watched with interest how the very man who had ruined you in bed only hours before was now shyly gazing at his boyfriend, searching for his touch. Chan had picked up on it quite soon and promised when they thought you wouldn't hear them, that by the end of the night, Minho wouldn't know his own name anymore. That made your heartbeat drop to your lower regions in a matter of seconds. Judging by the sounds resonating through the walls, he made his promise come true, and you don't think you've ever heard Minho that wrecked before, bed slamming against your shared wall. Oh, how you longed to be in his place for one time only. 

Chan is gone a lot, working late and drowning in schedules and songs that need to be finished. You barely see him at the moment, but every morning, you wake up in his arms, his face buried in your back as he's finally asleep. He still searches your near, allowing himself to get more comfortable around you. But with Minho gone, he can't quite shake the thoughts of your first kiss and the time he walked in on you and Minho. Chan tries so hard not to think about it, feeling dirty whenever your bare body pops up in his mind and steals his breath once again. The more stressful his schedule gets, the more tense he is, and the more such thoughts slip into his mind. He really fucking misses Minho. 

Chan drags himself up the stairs to the front door of your home, blindly fumbling for his keys. His body is screaming for a release by now, but you're literally always there when he comes back home. He thought about calling Minho for help but he was pretty much always busy. So when he got to know he'd have a day off, he couldn't believe his luck. He'd just have to get you out of the house somehow. The first thing he notices is your favorite pair of sneakers missing and calling out for you, as he closes the door, he gets no answer. Chan drops his bag and races upstairs, realizing you're not here. 

He groans softly, taking his sweater off and throwing it onto the floor, his beanie and sneakers following. He quickly grabs the bottle of lube, safely stored away in the bedside table, and climbs into bed. Leaning against the headboard comfortably, he palms himself through his sweatpants, a low moan falling from his lips at that. "Fuck," he whispers to himself, quickly shuffling down his sweatpants and boxers to his knees in one go. He squeezes a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand and gets straight to work. "Fuck, yes," he moans out in relief as soon as his hand wraps around his dick. Soft gasps fall from his lips as he strokes himself, and his eyes flutter close at the much-needed friction. His toes curl as he thinks of his beautiful boyfriend, doe brown eyes staring into his, face contorted in pleasure as soon as he takes care of him. "Min, fuck," he whispers to himself desperately, thinking of the way he feels, clenching around him, body writhing beneath him. "Oh, yes, Min baby," he chokes out, arching into his fist. His thoughts wander, and suddenly, he sees you on top of Minho before his inner eye. "Y/N, shit," he whimpers. No, stop right there. 

Chan fumbles for his phone and shakily opens his contacts. Luckily, he had both Minho and you saved with an A before your names, so he doesn't have to scroll far to contact his boyfriend. Chan's body shakes at a particularly good twist of his wrist, and his thumb presses down, calling Minho. After two rings, Chan can tell he picked up, and he's too far gone to give him a proper warning. "Minho baby," he moans out obscenely loud. "Miss you so much, fuck," he adds, speeding up the movement of his hand. "Can't stop thinking 'bout you and her that day."

Your eyes widen at how wrecked he sounds, thighs instinctively pressing together tightly. Is he touching himself? Is he thinking of Minho and you? "Channie," you breathe out. "It's…it's Y/N." 

"Y/N?!" he shrieks in panic, a soft, suppressed moan following. "Shit, sorry." 

"It's okay," you tell him, glancing around the bus nervously. Hopefully, no one can hear anything. "Are you…are you touching yourself right now?" you ask quietly, and Chan whines softly. 

His movements falter, and he urges himself to stop. The sweet sound of your voice isn't exactly helping. "I'm so sorry, I meant to call Min," he pants softly. 

You chew on your lower lip and check the monitor, noticing with relief you'll be getting off in a bit. "It's fine. Rough day?" 

"Rough two weeks," Chan admits, biting his lower lip hard as his whole body screams at him to continue his previous activity. 

"Go on then," you say, getting up as the bus approaches your station. 

"Wh-What?" he stammers. 

"I suspect you called Min to get that last push," you say, and Chan hums, barely audible. "Who says I can't do that?" you ask and hop out of the bus, crossing the street quickly. 

"Y/N," Chan whines gently. 

"You just said you're thinking about me jerking off. I think you figured out the depth of your feelings by now, haven't you?" you ask, walking down the street to the house way quicker than usual. 

"I-I guess so," he nods and bites his lower lip hard. 

"Go on," you repeat yourself and feel the heat pooling in your stomach as a groan leaves his mouth. 

Chan wraps his hand around his dick, head falling back at the needed friction. "Okay," he breathes out, starting to stroke himself again. 

"Feels good?" you ask, finally spotting your house. 

"So good," he moans, putting you on speaker. His free hand slips beneath his shirt, pinching his nipple with a delicious whine. 

"What were you thinking of?" you ask curiously, searching for your keys. 

"Thought about Min, looks so - ahh- pretty when he cums," he tells you and picks up the pace a little, hips bucking into his fist. "Thought about you, ho-how he fucked you that day," he continues. "Wished it was me and - oh fuck," he groans, frustrated, still only dancing along the edge but never falling over. 

"We can arrange that," you say, but this time he hears your voice double. Chan looks at you through half-lidded eyes, jaw slack as sounds of need leave his mouth. His hair is starting to stick to his forehead, and his shirt's only half covering his toned torso. 

"Y/N," he moans desperately, a blush creeping up his neck. 

You kick off your shoes and discard your jacket to the floor, crawling onto their bed. "I'm here," you say soothingly and climb into his lap, replacing his hand with yours. His hands grip the sheets, head falling back with a needy whimper as you start stroking him, flicking your thumb over his tip. You bite your lip as you watch him squirm beneath you and gently cup his face with your unoccupied hand. "Always so hardworking, Channie," you say softly and plant a tiny kiss on his nose. "You deserve a reward, don't you think?" you ask, kissing his forehead. 

Chan feverishly lunges forward into a kiss, lips crashing onto yours. "Take it off," he mumbles against your lips, tugging at your shirt. 

You let go of him and grind down against him instead, taking your shirt off. Chan's hands grip your hips firmly as you unclasp your bra, giving him a better view. 

He buries his face in your breasts with a soft sound, immediately licking and leaving tiny, soft bites on your warm flesh. He guides your hips, moaning softly as he feels your wet warmth, even through those lace panties you're wearing beneath your skirt. "Fuck, Y/N," he pants, rutting up against you in need. His hands travel down, grabbing your thighs, squeezing them. "Can I cum inside you?" he asks so innocently, pupils blown with lust, it makes your stomach clench. "I promise I'll make it up to you; I just really wanna cum inside you," he babbles, still guiding your hips against his. 

"You can," you encourage him and yelp in surprise when Chan throws you onto your back, hovering over you within seconds. He doesn't waste much time ripping your panties in an attempt to get them off you. 

His fingers dip between your folds, drenched in your juices in no time. "Fuck you're so wet already," he groans, lips attacking your breasts once more as he pushes the first finger inside. 

You moan softly as he eases it in, licking over your nipple. Chan sucks on your breasts with a delicious little whimper, and your hand shoots up to bury itself in his curls. "Fuck, Channie," you moan, eyes rolling back as he already adds another finger. 

"Oh baby girl, gonna fuck you so good," he promises and kisses down your neck hastily. "You sound so sweet already," he growls, and there's the third finger. 

"Chan, shit, do it already," you moan out impatiently. 

Something in him tells him to scold you for being such a brat, being impatient, and everything. Who is he kidding? He's the one desperate to be buried inside you. He pulls out his fingers, sucking them clean with a low groan before finally pushing into you. The whimpers leaving his lips at that make him blush but he can't help it. You feel so good and are exactly what he needed all week. "Oh, shit, yeah," he moans, burying his face in your neck as he gets used to being inside you. 

"Channie?" you pant softly at the pleasurable stretch, soothingly scratching his scalp. 

"Yeah?" he asks softly, pushing himself up on his arms to lock eyes with you. 

"I can take it. Whatever you need," you say, and his hips involuntarily buck forward, making you moan. 

"I-I'm not sure," he shakes his head, blushing heavily. 

"Just pretend we did that a few times already," you tell him. "We can act all romantic another time. It's been years; I can wait another day," you tell him, and his eyes darken, lips parting with a soft gasp. 

"Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod. "Words, doll," he shakes his head. 

"I'm sure," you nod firmly. 

"Color?" he asks, lovingly caressing your thigh. 

“Green,” you smile gently.

Chan starts moving, finally, massaging your walls so perfectly. Your head falls back with a loud moan, pulling at his hair as you do. Your eyes flutter close as he soon picks up the pace, pounding into you with soft whimpers and needy groans. He pushes your legs up against your chest, practically folding you in half, and buries his face in your neck, hungry kisses littering your skin. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl,” he slurs out, hips snapping against your skin. 

“Shit, Channie,” you choke out as his thumb meets your clit, stroking in circular motions. A needy, frustrated groan leaves his lips, and you can tell he’s holding back. “Chan.”

“Wh-What?” he asks, burying himself deeper into your neck, embarrassed by the sheer need his voice and movements are dripping with.

“Stop holding back,” you tell him, nails digging deep into his back. “Use me.”

“Y/N,” he whines softly; the mere thought is enough to make his stomach tighten painfully.

“Do it,” you moan out at another harsh snap of his hips. “Take what you need.” His next thrust has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails digging deep into his back and pulling at his hair. “Oh, fuck.”

Chan grabs your hands and pushes them down above your head as he pounds into you, desperately chasing his high. A string of incoherent curses mixed with your name falls from his lips, his cheeks blushing at the sheer need he’s taking you with. Fuck, you’d never let him forget that one, would you? “Y/N?” he whimpers, hips stuttering, already so worked up from before that it didn’t take long for him to get close at this pace.

“Fuck, fill me up already,” you moan out, seeing stars as he toys with your clit so perfectly. He tenses up above you only shortly after, painting your walls with his hot release. A broken sound leaves his lips, and he has trouble keeping up the rhythm of his finger against your clit. You don’t care because the intensity of the scene is enough to make you follow close, milking him dry as you clench around him. 

Chan collapses on top of you and buries his face in your neck, panting softly. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes after a minute of silence. 

You giggle breathlessly and run your hand through his hair. ���There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for, my dear.”

“I don’t know what the fuck just happened,” he chimes in, chuckling. “It was long overdue, I guess.”

“Mhm,” you hum softly and fondle his hair. “I guess Minho was right; we’d fuck before we talk this out.”

“God, he’ll be so pleased with himself when we tell him,” he groans.

“Leave him some fun; we’ve caused him enough headaches,” you chuckle.

-

A week later, Chan and you have settled everything, deciding to be boyfriend and girlfriend from now on. Chan is driving to the airport to pick up Minho as a surprise, and you can’t stop smiling at the thought of finally seeing him again. “Y/N?” he asks gently.

“Yes, angel?” you ask, glancing at him curiously.

“How open do you want this to be?” he asks you, taking a turn left.

“You mean how many partners or-?”

“No,” he giggles. “The two of you are more than enough,” he grins, and you gently punch his arm. “I meant public wise?”

You nod slowly and search his eyes once he parked the car. “I have no issue with being your girlfriend in public. I know there’ll be people hating me for being loved by you and Min. I know some will call me all sorts of names for being together with both of you, but honestly, I don’t care.”

“You’re sure?” he checks once again, and you nod firmly. “I know Minho only told no one because of me because, honestly, he doesn’t give a fuck…so I think I’m ready now.”

“You mean let’s greet him like we would at home?” you ask, growing excited. 

“Yeah,” Chan smiles shyly and giggles as you lean over, pulling him into a firm kiss. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Damn right,” you giggle and hop out of the car. 

Chan’s hand slips into yours as you step into the airport, and you flinch back, surprised for a second, as bright lights meet you and people start screaming. “I’m here,” he promises, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you to Minho’s gate. “Sorry, should’ve warned you about that.”

“It’s alright; I should get used to it by now,” you snort at yourself, and Chan presses a soft kiss onto your temple.

“Neither I nor Min are,” he chuckles.

Only shortly after Minho comes down the hallway, pulling his suitcase with him and chatting with one of the managers by his side. His eyes light up as he spots the two of you, and he excuses himself, closing the distance between you. He pulls you into a tight hug, eyes widening in surprise as you kiss him. Minho doesn’t think much, having missed you too dearly, and kisses back tenderly. “Hi there, kitten,” he says softly. You smile at him and take a step back, making room for Chan. Minho searches his eyes curiously, seeming even more surprised when Chan cups his face and kisses him lovingly. “Well, that is a surprise,” he giggles happily at the pair of you.

You gently take Chan’s hand and smile at Minho. “There’s one more.”

You don’t have to explain, and Minho pulls you both into his arms, beaming. “I’m so glad you figured it out. Now let’s go home, I want all the details.”

“Told you,” Chan laughs.

“You’ll love this story,” you smirk and Chan blushes heavily. 

Minho watches him curiously before grinning. “Can’t wait.”

PART THREE | PART FIVE

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

curiosity

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 1.3k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, oral (m and f receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), prostate milking, a little overstimulation. let me know if i've missed anything!

a/n: idgaf this is purely self-indulgent. perhaps it reveals more about me than i care for but idc!!!!!! let me live!! (thanks and sorry to @brandycranby for inadvertently helping me with this lolol) not proofread in the slightest, so any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and appreciated :)

It starts with your curiosity.

You've had moments of wondering with past partners, about whether or not they'd be into it, but you never acted on that curiosity before. You never felt like you could, like you'd be safe to explore something new sexually with those people.

But with Jake… Jake makes you feel the safest you've ever felt in a relationship. You're still a bit shy, unsure of how to ask how he'd feel about it, because what you're wanting to do might be too much for him. At the same time, you know he'd never make you feel bad for asking.

So, when it happens, you don't actually verbally say anything.

You've got Jake sitting on the edge of your bed, with you on your knees between his, mouthing wetly at his hard cock. He’s making soft sounds above you, one hand propped behind him holding himself up while his other hand is holding your hair away from your face.

When you look up at him through your lashes, sucking on the tip of his cock, he bites his lip and tips his head back with a sigh. Slowly, you begin to take more of him into your mouth, bobbing your head and adding suction on the way up. You see his abs clench as he grunts when you dip your tongue into his slit. You trail your hands everywhere; you slide them up his thighs, across his hips, to his pecs to thumb over his nipples.

“Fuck,” he breathes, whispering your name reverently as you suck him harder.

You hum around him and he curses again, dropping to his elbow, hips shifting minutely upward into your mouth. Meeting his heavy-lidded gaze again, you cup his balls, softly applying pressure to them. He groans deep in his chest and falls completely on his back, legs spreading wider. It feels like the perfect opportunity.

Keeping your eyes on him, on how he's breathing heavier and squeezing his eyes shut, you let your fingers wander down to his taint, waiting for his reaction. All he does is let out a rumbling noise, so you bob your head a little faster and shift your fingers lower, to his crack. Cautiously, you press in to pet over his hole.

His eyes fly open then, glancing down at you with blown pupils and lips bitten red, cheeks much pinker than they were just a second ago.

“What–What are you doing?” he asks, voice gruff.

You lazily pull off his cock, swirling your tongue the whole way and making his lashes flutter, a moan punching out of him when you let go of him with an obscene pop. “I'm just curious,” you confess quietly, looking up at him innocently, stroking him at a leisurely pace.

He swallows roughly as he continues holding your stare. Your heart is racing, wondering if you've gone too far, if you've ruined everything.

“Okay,” he says, after a lengthy pause.

You sit up a little taller. “Really?” you ask, trying and failing to keep your eagerness out of your tone.

He nods jerkily. “Yeah, we can—you can try.”

You smile so wide your cheeks bunch up. It makes Jake huff a small laugh, some tension leaving him.

“Do you need, like…” He flushes again and waves his hand vaguely. “Lube?”

You feel warmth rush up to your own face, contemplating, but then you reach between your thighs to where you're throbbing and dripping. He sees your shoulder moving as you coat your fingers with your slick and mutters a heartfelt fuck under his breath.

“No,” you purr. “I’ve got it covered.”

You moan when you slip two of your fingers in your cunt to make sure they're as wet as they can be. Jake’s breathing picks up, watching your every move. He rises to his elbows again after you remove your fingers and bring them back to his hole, rubbing gentle circles around his rim. You can tell he's nervous, but he doesn't tell you to stop, so you unhurriedly begin to slip one finger inside him.

His brows furrow, lips parting as he exhales shakily at the new sensation. In case he's experiencing any discomfort, you take his cock back into your mouth, an act he vocally appreciates with a drawn out whine. As you’re sliding up and down the length of him, you carefully start thrusting your finger in and out of his hole. Jake lets out a noise you've never heard him make before.

“Shit,” he hisses, grunting and clenching his jaw.

You curl your finger, searching. When Jake jerks, moaning in surprise and shock, you know you've found his prostate and you hum, rubbing at that spot more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, gritting his teeth and panting, his flush spreading down to his chest.

You keep pressure on his prostate while you suck him faster, your own need skyrocketing, wanting to see Jake come apart from your mouth and hands. He’s letting out nonstop moans and whines, hips kicking up, his hands flailing as he searches for purchase somewhere, anywhere. You can tell he's close, and after a second of contemplation, you pull your finger out and slowly press back in with two.

Jake shouts, thrusting hard into your mouth and half-heartedly apologizing, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back into his head when you rub insistently at his prostate. His thighs shake on either side of you, his stomach clenching and unclenching.

He’s fucking stunning.

“I–I think I’m—fuck—I’m coming,” he stutters, voice high and breathy and needy.

You reach up with your free hand to cup his balls again and he sobs, curling upward and gripping your hair harshly as his breath hitches in his throat. With a ragged groan, he comes, body jerking while you milk his cock and prostate. You moan as you swallow around him, squeezing your thighs together to try and appease the aching throb between them.

Letting out a sharp exhale, he drops onto his back. His legs, hips, and arms twitch uncontrollably as you work him through his orgasm, until he finally whimpers from oversensitivity. You pull off of him, kissing his tip as you remove your fingers from his hole.

“C’mere,” he instructs, urging you up on the bed with him.

He directs you to sit above his mouth, and before you lower yourself you take his glasses off and place them on the mattress next to you. Impatient, he yanks you down, sucking at your clit straight away and making you cry out, holding on to his hair. He uses his hands on your hips to guide you in a dirty grind, letting you ride his tongue.

“Jakey,” you whine, following his lead, watching him below you.

His eyes are blazing, eating you out enthusiastically. You're already so close and it doesn't take long for you to come, his tongue fucking into you and nose stimulating your clit from the messy way you're grinding down on his face. Your climax leaves you trembling, thighs shaky as you try to lift off of him and collapse beside him. Jake follows, swiping his tongue across your pussy, making you jerk and whimper weakly pushing at his head because you can't tell if you want to let him keep going or to stop.

When he manhandles you flat on your back and pushes your legs apart as far as they can go, his hands under your knees, the decision is made for you.

By the time he's done with you, his mouth and chin are shining with your wetness and you're pretty sure you've seen god. He kisses his way up your torso, dipping his tongue in your bellybutton and grinning at the way you writhe away from the ticklish feeling, places gentle kisses to your breasts, and finally kisses and licks up your neck to your mouth. You make out with him for a long while, until your taste is gone from his tongue and your jaw is sore.

All in all, you'd say your curiosity has paid off this time. You wonder what else you can get him to try…

[thatgirlonstage]

mermay prompt: JamiKali + gold?

I'm not entirely happy with the way I ended this one but if I keep picking at it I will run out of time to work on other prompts so I'm calling it good. Keep an eye on the Ao3 collection next year, I might put a revised version up once I've had longer to sit on it. I really like the worldbuilding concept I'm playing with, anyway :3

(also I hope you see this, nonny — sorry for taking most of the month to get to it!!!)

———

Mermaids cry pearls and their scales are made of gold.

Those are the kinds of myths that Jamil grows up hearing, circulating in whispers through the bazaar, repeated like a dreamy incantation by traders in their cups, posted in hashtags below visibly photoshopped images of supposed beachside treasures.

“If only they knew, huh Jamil?” Kalim giggles by his side, letting silk run over his hands like water. When his fingers lift away, there’s an embroidered pattern of fish leaping along the edge of the headscarf, flashing in the sunlight. Kalim’s smile is brighter than the pure silver of the thread, a searing thing, white teeth a slash in his brown skin. “I don’t think these people even believe mermaids really exist.”

Jamil bites down hard on the urge to tell him to shut up. Drawing any attention will only make Kalim’s remarks seem significant to anyone who already overheard them. He bites down so hard that his lip splits. He tastes iron. Kalim, brow furrowing, reaches up and swipes a thumb over Jamil’s mouth.

When mermaid blood is spilled on sand, it turns into rubies.

“Are you all right?” Kalim asks, popping his bloodied thumb back out of his mouth. “You’ve been so quiet today.” He spits a shard of something glittering and red into his palm, considers it, and discards it on the ground. A moment later, Jamil hears a muffled exclamation from behind them. He does not look back. Looking back will only draw attention. People exclaim in bazaars all the time.

“It’s too hot,” he says by way of excuse. “It’s making me tired.”

Kalim pokes him in the shoulder, a friendly reproach. “You should have said! I would’ve come on my own. It’s only the groceries.”

“Last time I let you go on your own, you left an entire frieze of the legend of Sinbad carved over the entrance of the fish merchant’s stall.”

Mermaids have sea silk for hair. I bet if you plucked a mermaid’s eyelashes they’d be made of saffron.

Kalim laughs, the sound high and bright and as bubbly as a stream. “I forgot about that! The poor man was so confused.” He trails just the edge of his pinky finger along a piece of pottery, and the mosaic pattern gains a thin golden outline. “I’m sorry I make you worry, but it’s just that your magic is so abundant, I’m overflowing all the time.” He leans up and presses his lips to Jamil’s cheek. “Take a little back, okay? It’ll help me behave.”

When a mermaid kisses you, forever after, every time you speak, gems will fall from your lips.

Jamil feels his own magic surge backward into his skin, electricity racing up and down his spine. It sits there, crouching in his nerves, making every hair on the back of his neck stand up, locked in his blood. He inhales sharply and lets the breath hiss back out between his teeth.

“Warn me when you’re about to do that,” he says. “It’s not exactly comfortable.”

“Oops.” Kalim looks contrite. “Sorry, I gave you back a little more than I meant to!” He reaches as if to take some of it again, but Jamil jerks his head away.

“It’s fine.” The magic pulls at his tendons, crackling with unreleased potential. He grits his teeth against the scraping, scrabbling, screaming need for release, the way it hits a wall at every turn. Kalim is at least no longer quietly turning every pebble he steps on into sea glass.

“Your magic really is just that potent,” Kalim tells him, settling back into his place next to Jamil, grin diamond-white in the afternoon sun. “I can make anything you want, Jamil.” He slides his hand into Jamil’s, interlocking their fingers. “Just ask. Whenever you want anything, just ask and it’s all yours.”

Jamil hopes the smile he gives in return looks less forced than it feels. He can’t bring himself to speak, to tell Kalim the truth. He only breathes and lets himself imagine the contact of their palms makes his magic trickle back into Kalim a little faster, that the pounding desperation in his skull to let the magic out of his skin is a little lessened, that the tightness of his jaw is due to sun and stress and hours spent with Kalim as company, and not a curse weaving its prohibition into his tongue and teeth, stopping any spell from passing his lips.

If someone asked Jamil Viper to tell them a story about mermaids, this is what he would have said:

It’s true, mermaids can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.

But they can’t do it alone. They have to borrow your magic.

If you wish, you can promise them magic in return for jewels, for gold, for pearls, for anything your heart could desire.

So go to the river if you want, trail a finger in the water under the full moon, and send out a spark to let one of them know you want to talk.

But be careful.

Once you’ve made a pact with one it cannot be undone.

They will stay bound to your bloodline forever.

———

Mermay prompts are open until May 31st!

[kawaiiakamaru]

THE NOTEBOOK

noritoshi kamo x megumi's sister!reader

fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, sibling comfort, does mention motherhood/children?, etc. trigger warning: mention of death

word count: 1.6k ; not proofread

i do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted anywhere else! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated:)

the moon shone through the large bedroom window as noritoshi toyed with his blood-dipped arrows. its luminescence was much less prominent in tokyo than back in kyoto, but just for a few days, he didn't mind—especially if it meant he got to see you again. with missions and the 360+ kilometers between the two of you, it was safe to say you didn't see each other nearly as often as you both deemed necessary.

having been sat criss-crossed on the ground and hunched over for about an hour, his back began to cramp. groaning, he rose and rubbed his eyes before picking up his phone from his bed. scrolling through the kyoto groupchat, he rolled his eyes at the series of messages.

miwa: i'm nervous for tomorrow. i just don't want to be the reason we lose the event. i mean, they are the students of gojo satoru. 🤷‍♀️

kokichi: please do not let this worry keep you up tonight. mechamaru will protect you, miwa.

mai: 🤨

kokichi: by that i mean we are a team, so mechamaru will protect everyone. 👍🏻

mai: ANYWAYS, that white-haired oaf? no, girl. we'll be fine. 🤚🏼⚔️

todo: do not worry. the bigger they are, the bigger they are! 🥔

momo: todo, what does that even mean?

his eyebrows furrowed as he saw another notification pop up.

y/n: hii, love. do you want to spend the night? 🥰

much to his dismay, the brunette's heart began racing as he typed his reply: i will begin to gather my belongings, please be patient.

two hallways down, you smiled and chuckled softly. always so formal, you thought.

lighting a candle and fluffing your pillows before lying down on the bed, you attempted to patiently await your lover’s arrival. a few moments later, you heard a soft knock.

shooting up from the bed, you darted across your room before swinging the door open excitedly.

your wide smile immediately turned sheepish as you stepped to the side and allowed the individual into your bedroom.

sliding out of his slippers and making his way to the edge of your bed, he was the first to break the silence, "are you doing okay?"

the room went silent once again as your mind raced. sucking in a breath, you decided on an honest answer, "i'm not sure."

megumi nodded his head and began looking everywhere but you. honestly, part of him was hoping you'd just say yes, and you both could go on with your nights knowing neither of you were truly okay. however, the other part of him was relieved that you was feeling the same way.

"you know I'm not the best with words," he began, "but i think that whatever you're feeling—whatever we're feeling—is justified. gojo-sensei didn't really give us an opportunity to react." a mild grimace played on his lips as he thought back to the events earlier that afternoon.

you nodded slowly. "it's not every day that you see your newly-acquainted teammate rip his heart out in front of you and return in a box weeks later." you fidgeted with the chain around your neck.

"sorry, i'm rambling. i just." you paused, "can i say something awful?"

your brother hummed softly, waiting for you to continue.

"i'm grateful he's back, but part of me wishes he wasn't-- i'm just so worried. what happens when word gets out that he's still alive? or alive again? god only knows if sukuna is part of the reason why he's here, which could mean that yuji has even less control over his body."

megumi remained silent, taking in your words carefully.

"we watched him die, ‘gumi! i just can't handle losing him again, and i know you can't either." your voice became muffled as megumi rose and wrapped his arms around his sister.

you remained there for a few seconds before a knock interrupted your embrace and megumi gave you a questioning look.

walking over and grabbing the door knob, you pleaded, "just be civil, that's all i'm asking for." you took megumi's silence as promised adherence to your request.

swinging the door open for a second time that night, you sucked in a breath. you didn't know if it was his casual attire, his freed hair, or simply your eagerness to see your lover, but one thing was for certain: noritoshi kamo was breathtakingly beautiful.

stepping into the room, he opened his mouth to say something before locking eyes with the eldest of the two.

"fushiguro." he stated cooly. megumi could hardly take him seriously with the glittery hello kitty keychain clipped onto his duffel bag--presumably a gift you had given him in private.

placing a kiss on your forehead and grabbing the door behind him, the ravenette responded, "good night, y/n. kamo." holding eye contact for just a few more uncomfortable seconds, you rolled your eyes and forced the door shut.

"sorry about that." you began, "i wasn't expecting him to come over."

noritoshi, visibly more relaxed now that it was just the two of you, hummed. "please do not apologize, y/n. you know that you could never do any wrong in my eyes."

a tinge of pink painted your cheeks before you cupped the archer's soft face in your hands. thumbs stroking his pale cheeks, he nodded, giving you permission to lean in.

your lips connected and noritoshi, purely by instinct, grabbed your waist gently and pulled you in close, whispering softly, "you are everything to me."

looping your arms around his neck, you kissed him with more passion and lust than before. lips moving in sync, you carefully walked the two of you backwards until you felt the back of your knees hit the mattress.

noritoshi, without breaking contact, cupped the back of your head and pushed you back gently, gingerly placing your head on a pillow.

he hovered over you, legs straddled around your figure as you kissed each other hungrily; tongues dancing together with so much passion, desire, and love, it could have been mistaken as your last. deep down the both of you knew that a jujutsu sorcerer’s life was shorter than most, which further prompted you to cherish each other’s presence.

in desperate need of air, noritoshi broke the kiss and used the mattress to push himself off of you—admiring your swollen lips and staticky hair before laying his head on the pillow next to yours.

as the combination of your panting ceased, you picked up a few loose strands of his hair. wondering aloud you asked, "do you think in a world without curses or clans, we still would have found each other?"

noritoshi was silent as he pondered this idea. eventually, he settled on the words, “no, i do not think so.”

before you could protest and voice your disagreement, he continued. "i don't know what we would be doing if we didn't live in this world together, but i can imagine that a world without curses to exorcise and the pain felt from comrades dying at the hands of them and other sorcerers, without the loneliness and anxieties that come from leading a clan, life would be much closer to perfection. and i think the lack of perfection in this universe is part of what drew us together. raw human suffering is romantic because it connects us, in some grotesque way.”

your vision blurred as you attempted to blink back tears, whispering, “i never took you for a poet, kamo.”

the kamo heir snorted and lifted his thumb to your cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

god, you loved when he was like this: when he spoke his mind freely without fear of damaging his clan’s reputation. when he was vulnerable about his feelings. when he snorted, for christ’s sake.

“you’re right, you know.” you whispered. “the fact that we found each other amidst the chaos of this life is beautiful.”

noritoshi gave you a small smile. “almost as beautiful as you.”

you rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulders teasingly. “do you say that to all of your girlfriends?”

noritoshi sighed, but played along anyway. “only to the ones i can envision as a mother to my heirs.”

your heart fluttered. “i will be anything you want me to be.”

noritoshi thought for a moment. checking an imaginary watch on his wrist, he tsked before shrugging. “for now, being yourself will suffice. ask me again in 10 years.”

you grinned before reaching an arm over to your nightstand to grab a book, checking the time simultaneously.

“it’s nearly 12, ‘toshi. i’m still not that tired yet, so could you read to me?”

noritoshi huffed in fake annoyance. “is my voice really that boring?”

seeing his adorable pout, you assured him that that was simply not the case; instead, because his voice was soothing and gentle.

opening the book to the page saved by the bookmark, noritoshi’s eyes danced over the words to remind himself where you both left off.

“Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense,” he began, stroking your scalp in a way that was sure to coax you to sleep in minutes, “That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it."

author’s note: ahh! first fic done! i know it’s not the greatest, but i haven’t written anything in the realm of creative writing before—just academic essays! i am open to feedback on how i can improve so i can do right by you all. thank you so much for taking the time to read this through! likes, comments, and reblogs are all very appreciated.

dividers: @cafekitsune

[familyvideostevie]

39 with Steve?🥺

popping back to this lingering kiss prompt because i finally had an idea for it! hope you like <3 gn!reader

“everything is going to be okay” kisses ___

It's too late to be awake. Even you, a night owl, is rarely away this late. The clock on the wall reads 2:30 in the darkness of the kitchen, only lit by the single bulb you've turned on.

You sit at the small kitchen table, one leg tucked under you and the other bouncing silently. It's cold down here and you wish you were back in your warm bed next to Steve.

But your mind is racing. There are about ten thousand things you have to do this week between work and the dinner party you're throwing and bills that need to be paid and it's just one of those nights where you mind will not shut up.

The list in front of you is only getting longer but it's helping...maybe. Groceries, Call Mom, Pick up Dustin on Thursday, Call gas company, Marinate chicken and so on and so forth.

You're so busy trying to wrangle your thoughts that you don't hear Steve pad down the stairs and into the kitchen until he gently clears his throat do he doesn't startle you.

"You okay?" His voice is rough with sleep and when you look at him he's rubbing his eyes, sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair an absolute riot. His chest is bare and he must be cold.

"Sorry," you say automatically. "I thought I was quiet."

"You were," Steve replies. "But I felt you gone after a while, I think."

You huff. "Go back to bed, Steve. I'm fine." You don't know how long it'll take before you tire yourself out but you're not about to drag him into exhaustion with you.

"You're up," he says simply. "So I'm up." His tone leaves no room for argument. "Can I sit with you?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he pulls out the chair next to you and plops down.

"You're gonna get cold, Steve," you tell him, eyes raking over his torso. He's awake enough to smirk.

"Nah, you know me. I'm hot." That gets a little laugh out of you and he looks pleased, eyes squinty and still a little clouded with sleep. He pats his lap and you obey, unfolding yourself and turning in your chair to face him before you swing your legs over his thighs. He scoots closer.

"So, what're we doing?" We. Like anything that's your problem is his, too. Steve slots into your life like he was always meant to be there, filling a space made exactly for him.

You sigh. "Just a to-do list. Too much going on in my brain to sleep." He makes a grabby motion with one hand, the other resting on your knee. You pass him one of the papers and he reads it, holding it a little too close to his eyes since he's not wearing his glasses. You reach over and run a hand through his hair.

"We can totally do this," he scoffs. "Piece of cake. I'll hit the store tomorrow and then again on Wednesday for fresh stuff and I'll get Dustin, too. Want me to call your mom?" He grins.

You roll your eyes. "No, I'll handle that one. Even if she likes you better." Steve makes a small noise, a hum in the back of his throat, and his hand moves from your knee to your neck, leaving a gentle trail of tingling as he goes.

"C'mere," he says. "Stop thinking for just a minute." He presses his fingers very gently under the collar of your t-shirt and you allow him to pull your head to his shoulder, scooting to the edge of your chair so that you're almost totally in his lap. His other hand gently grips your thigh.

He breathes a little heavily, an exaggerated inhale and exhale that you start to match without calling him out on it. The sound of your breaths fill the otherwise quiet kitchen. You close your eyes.

Steve very carefully kisses your temple once, twice, three times before pulling you even closer, so gently his lips barely make a sound. It's more breath than kiss, almost. It's gonna be okay, he's saying. Everything is gonna be okay.

These are your favorite kind of kisses from Steve, though you've never told him so. It's because they seem so instinctual to him, like his affection for you is basically a reflex at this point. His lips on your skin, brushing your hairline as he stokes your back slowly with his big hand, catching the edge of your top at the bottom and brushing a strip of skin with warm hands.

"This is really just me trying to get you to come back to bed," he says softly. "Is it working?"

You open your eyes and find Steve looking down at you as best he can at this angle. Miraculously, your mind has slowed, your thoughts slinking back into the dark for now.

You nod before you're ambushed by a yawn. Steve catches it himself, and makes to stand up. You pull yourself from his hold and stretch as he turns off the kitchen light, plunging you into darkness.

"C'mon," he says. "I'm cold." You stuck out your tongue at him, though he probably can't see.

"Told you so," you say. He fumbles for your hand in the dark and pulls you towards the stairs.

"Guess you're gonna have to be the big spoon, huh?" He squeezes your fingers.

You smile at his back. "Poor me." Things could be worse. They could be better, too, but regardless, at least you've got Steve.

[kaedthoughts]

whining and trying to stifle moans because it's the middle of the night and he wanted to get handsy, pretty strap pressing between my thighs with a sleepy groan falling from his lips. it started with just spooning, cuddling and slow, tired hands making their rounds as we idly chat.

hands from behind fluttering to my chest, coaxed by my needy nods and gentle tugs at his wrist.. we're gonna be heard, i know, but his hands are such a relief that I can't bring myself to care.

my pillow can't muffle me nearly well enough when his tip grinds soft and teasing against mine.

his now confident fingers toy with my sensitive nipples to make me whimper and writhe back against his strap, which grinds the harness and base needily against his cock.

i can't help it, i wanna make him feel good too :<

he's hushed and a little croaky when he tells me to just relax, finally gliding the thick rod into me. i'm silent and coiled tight, trying not to sound too relieved once my moan finally slips at the mere first bounce and grind into my walls.

his chuckle tells me i failed. he tells me it's alright and to suck on his fingers instead. his voice makes me clench around him, my spine shivering and making my cock violently twitch.

time blurs as he slowly and precisely rocks into me, my brain empty and tongue happily occupied treating his fingers. every slow grind against his cock pushing moans from his lungs.

it felt so nice being so close, his breath on my neck. my muffled whines eventually become soft pleas, his pace picking up just a bit for that extra heated friction and pressure in response. his coos for me to cum, to let go and just breathe through it push me to the edge, his almost feather soft touches to my cock as his thrusts pick up, coaxing a bit more frantic, it's too much to resist.

the fire starts deep, licking at my walls and cock. sizzling and popping against my core so deeply i can feel it curling up my spine. i'm a quaking and trembling mess, gasping with tears in my eyes as the sensations build and intertwine like our hands.

he only removes his fingers from my lips so they don't fall victim to my sharp teeth once they click down and lock with intensity. instead, they find my neck, rubbing at my racing pulse.

i'm becoming overtimulated, white lightning outlining my skeleton in my skin, but he's just beginning to shake. his hand flexes against my throat, the other pressing and rubbing desperately at my cock.

i just have to hang on. i'm doing so well for him, his sweet darling. his good boy, such a good boy. just a bit more, could i cum again?

his voice fills my head and i squirm a bit to fight the tears and the overwhelm, nodding and covering my mouth with my hands in a panic as the sparks take me over again.

the black takes me as soon as i feel him slow, but only for a moment. i've never felt so euphoric, my hands quaking when they find his. he's resting in me, now, peppering kisses down my slick and lightly bruised neck. a gentle mark of his teeth in my shoulder pulls back my attention.

he checks in and i do too, my thank yous and praises endless. it's nearly dawn now, but we can't help but chat more and softly praise each other until an alarm in the other room goes off.

a frustrated groan tells me we should have soundproofed better...

oh well!

[qpacinho]

Between Villages

So this is a little thing inspired by this song (spotify). Just with the mental image of Mike and Pac coming home to the favela they lived in after the orphanage for one last visit, post-fuga when they're at least a year and a half older according to what I understand of QSMP Lore. Though I'm probably putting this closer to two and a half years since they were last there.

(tw: food mention)

It was warm. Not too warm, but pleasantly warm for September. A breeze rolled through the grey paver streets and danced on the exposed brick or chipped white walls of the houses. A community around and by the people that lived there. Somewhere that they could say built them. Green eyes meet amber at the top of the hill. The same smile appearing on two sets of lips as two minds settle on one decision.

Looking down the steps Tazercraft could see the street level out into a still calf aching decline. The people coming and going around them. The awning of street markets where it flattens out just enough to cram a few stalls under sheet metal. They couldn't see their end from there, but they both knew where it was anyways. Mutually shared memories of crunchy chicken and salty chips bounce around in their head.

They didn't see him coming in but if there was any chance the old stand would pop up now that the sun was setting, they needed to make that the last stop of their trip. Mike watches as Pac bounces a bit on his running blade. He questioned the choice earlier, and Pac had just smiled at him. Now he understood what Pac had been blocking him out of. With just a repeated 'surprise' over and over again.

"You were planning this all day," Mike observes, raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah! I mean. Why wouldn't we? Just one more time," Pac explains. There's a light in his eyes that Mike hasn't seen in a while.

Mike rolls his eyes. Pac laughs after. They both know they're over the moon with nostalgia. If Pac hadn't planned for it, Mike still would have initiated a race. They get the toes of their shoes to the edge of the top step, elbow to elbow. Not even three years ago this happened multiple times a week. Screaming and laughing would echo through the open windows of their neighbors. If the sunset wasn't so obvious already, you could have used it to tell the time of day.

The count down happens in their head this time.

Três. They're pressed against each other, a bid to make sure neither of them go before time.

Dois. A nervous chuckle escapes Pac. Mike understands the steps must feel daunting-

Um. Its quiet between them suddenly. Time feeling lie it slows down.

Vai! They break from each other. They almost match pace as they barrel down the flights. The wind feeling like it picks up. It blows their hair around. The left turn at the final landing finally gives Mike the lead as Pac stumbles to regain his balance. Mike narrowly avoids Pac grabbing his shirt in an attempt to unbalance him too. Tazercraft laughs.

Pac is hot on Mike's heels a second later, on a slope that could send people tumbling. It was something they'd lost little metal cars to a hundred times. Pac yells something Mike doesn't understand. He doesn't even try. It would be a waste of breath until they were at the bottom.

They skirt around people and bikes. Kids walking with backpacks, who had probably been toddlers the last time they had been here, steered clear on their own. The dimming sky casts a golden light on the greys and red of the buildings they passed. Turning white sheets on clothes lines yellow and casting their shadows behind them. Mike glances over his shoulder just a second to catch the way it lit up the path behind them. Pac looks back with him. Just a moment of soaking in the view. They wouldn't be going back up. They bounce the details between them. Both trying to get the best view possible.

Mike stops and nearly clotheslines Pac to get him to stop too. The thought of their camera goes from one mind into the other and Pac pulls it out. He leans on Mike while he lines it up. The camera flashes and not even a second later comes out the picture. Mike takes it from Pac's hand and puts it in his pocket. "Think you could take more? While we run?" Mike asks.

Pac seems to consider it for just a moment. "Yeah. Yeah! I can do that. If you don't mind them blurry." He loops the camera over his neck. Mike catches the second where hands move to grab hair that isn't there anymore. Hair that used to get caught under the strap all the time. Mike's hair was the longer of the two now. Pac turns and puts metal on stone before Mike can respond.

Approaching the market area the shutter of the camera goes off. Surely a blurry mess of a photo pops out but neither of them stop to try and look. Pac tucks it in his shirt and then they're under. It isn't a very long awning, but it always feels a bit like being in a tunnel. Running right into the sun as it sets on the other side. Pac slows to a jog for a second to turn around and take a picture of Mike. Mike sticks his tongue out just before the shutter goes off, ruining it with an ugly face. Or so he thinks.

He takes Pac's slowed pace as an opportunity to get ahead again. The slope was more gentle from here, hell compared to the one they'd just run down it was practically nothing, and Mike can see the corner they turn to reach the stall. Both of them at the same time seem to kick it into overdrive. The last stretch was always a sprint. Another picture taken, Mike hears it from behind him.

Two more and then Pac is passing him. Apparently, not in as high gear before as Mike thought he had been. He decides in that moment, he's fucked. Pac laughs at his dawning realization and Mike wants to punch him in the face. The back Pac's shirt disappears around the corner before Mike can even get a whiff of what lies beyond it.

When it hits him he slows to a jog. Then a walk. Then he stops altogether. He looks around the painted brick corner to see Pac with the camera again. He's stopped to take a picture of the stall. Mike takes his sweet time catching up and catching his breath. Taking that one last longing look around.

"I won!" Pac yells. He spins around on his flesh heel and Mike snaps his head in the older's direction.

"You won. I'm gonna kick your ass later at pool though," Mike taunts in return. All it does is make them both laugh again. He closes the gap between them with a bit of a speed walk. "What do you want?" He asks, starting to mentally put their order together.

Pac pulls the polaroids out of his binder while thinking of his response. He slips them one by one into Mike's hands as he thinks. "Uh... chips and..." Pac drags out.

"Chicken?" Mike finishes for him with a grin. He cycles through the blurry photos. He leans on Pac, just a little.

"Yeah, exactly." Pac agrees, waving the food stall photo in front of his face. Mike's own smile grows to mirror the other's.

[melancholymirth]

He's palming his neck, picking at it like it owes him money, and shuffling around like a fool - nervous, pacing, anxious to know what V's response would even be. He'd never done this before, not since Mineo. So this was new and different and hard for him, but he wanted so badly to try again, to try and change himself for someone who deserves it - someone who made his heart race and the flame and smoke within him to dance and swim, crackle, pop, burn... He felt stupid now, stomach in tight knots, heart fluttering, palms clammy as hell. There was just no way he was going to pull this off - no fucking way V would give the Problem Student Who 'Set Fires in Class' the time of day.

Garrett'd been worrying so much, he all but ruined the shitty handmade card in his other hand, thumb curving the edge by accident, causing a crease the size of Texas to form on its face. Black ink smearing because of the sweat on his palm. He couldn't give this to V. He was going to puke into the nearest trash can, the very thought made him so sick to his stomach. But it didn't seem like he'd have a chance to turn tail and throw it all away, no matter how quickly he'd done a 180 - V was standing right there, right in front of him now. Crystal blue blew wide open and he could've sworn his soul left his body then.

And again when V took the card from him.

"N-no, ay, wait--" Too late. He had to deal with it now, the embarrassment and certain rejection. There was no way-- "Hey, look, so- It's ruined, I fucked it up, let me jus'...take tha' and throw it away. S'cool. Totally cool. Stop readin' it, give it back-- V, please, I'm beggin' ya, don't- L-look, I worked real hard on tha' and now it looks like a fuckin' child made it. I-I--"

Roses are red Violets are blue Do you like goofy poems? Cos I wanna read all the ones I wrote to you Will ya be my Valentine, V?

For a moment, V could not believe what he was looking at. Not only was Daemon all out of sorts, but in his hand was a colored piece, or pieces, of paper formed into a card, and because it was being handed to him, V simply had to take it. The insecure part of his brain thought that he should be nervous about what he'd find, like there was something in there that would break his heart, something that Daemon simply could not voice. It was creased on the front and the ink was smeared, after all, but it was held with such care, such feather-light pressure, and in V's mousy, equally nervous hands it felt warm—warmth that was not entirely born of nerves, but something he'd always found comforting whenever he stood or sat quite close to Daemon. And here they stood closely once more, and those awful fires he'd been accused of starting were tame within him; yes, still burning away, but for reasons that were neither malicious nor volatile. It was, perhaps, the kind of fire one would enjoy from the hearth, in winter.

When V opened it, the fire spread. It tinged his cheeks, tickled his funny little heart, made him warmer than he had any right to be this early in February. Daemon was blubbering to him about things he rightly couldn't register, couldn't even hear—V was smiling faster and wider than he was prepared for.

Be your valentine? Is that really what it says? I'm not still in bed, am I?

He caught himself late, clapping a hand over his mouth to hide that ridiculous grin after a few seconds of inaction too many. Oh no! He saw me smiling like this—god, I'm so embarrassing! The realization made his cheeks burn harder. What point was there in hiding it now? The boy he'd grown attached to, the only one who defended him and appreciated his company and wanted it, the one who made school less of a nightmare than it had shaped up to be, the only one who cared at all to make him a creased, smudged, "ruined" Valentine's card—this boy, the one staring at V now, looking a little pathetic with about as much embarrassment on his face as there was on V's, had asked him to be his valentine. There were no words for it, not while V was robbed of voice.

His heart was like a butterfly, escaping his rib cage to finds its only passage to total freedom through his throat and out of his mouth. He felt he'd wanted to burst, suddenly, from emotion he couldn't quite place or understand. But when he finally looked up, met Daemon in the eyes, he hastily put his hand down out of embarrassment from having brought it to his mouth in the first place. This wasn't some mushy soap opera! He fought himself to smile less, but the red on his face and the strange sort of glow about him was impossible to beat back. Was there smoke in V's eyes, too? Nah, couldn't be.

The mousy little thing was almost demure in the way he dipped his head, once again avoiding the direct and very intense attention he'd been receiving. Longer lashes fluttered indecisively beneath white hair that had been long enough to fall in front of the right side of his face. He didn't hold the card back out; it was closer to his own body than Daemon's, kept now that he'd had it. When he finally opened his mouth, a squeak was all he could muster for a few seconds. Why was it so hard to speak now? Did he think he'd make a mess of his answer? Now his hands were clammy, but he wisely held the card between gentle fingertips. He tried again, more forcefully: "Yes." There was a quaver to his voice, like he might cry, like he was a baby. But, he swallowed that, swallowed it hard, and did everything in his meager power to pull himself together.

I don't know if this is love, but what else feels this way? I've never been so—

"Yes." Much more firmly now, and with restored eye contact, he made his answer. His decision, irrefutable. "Yes to...being your valentine, I mean," V clarified, going mousy instantly toward the end. "You— you wrote poems? I like this one. Even if it's silly." A futile effort, but he tried to loosen things up just a touch. The poor thing, rendered bashful beyond repair, could not decide between looking at Daemon or looking at the card, or anywhere else for that matter. "B-but I would like to see the others...! Of course! Um, th-thank you. I— I really appreciate this. Your card is not that bad. It's really not." I'm very glad you asked. Affection struck him anew, making him flush from the recoil. He buttoned his lip then; really pursing his lips, as he'd done enough talking and needed to be saved from any more. It was Daemon's turn to fumble with his words. With any luck, the two could fumble and stumble through the day together, doing whatever valentines would do.

[cades-outsider]

Robby Keene X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut!

You got me Hypnotized

You pace back and forth around your room nervously, you were finally going to meet your boyfriend Robby's dad; Johnny. Nervous didn't began to express how you felt, this was a huge thing for Robby and so it was to you too. You knew Robby and his dads past and you really wanted to make a good impression on Johnny.

Robby was laying on your bed, resting his back against the headboard while he tried to calm your nerves down. "Babe, he's going to love you. There's nothing to worry about" he said lovingly.

You stoped pacing around for a moment, his positive thoughts and words starting to get to you. Soon you began pacing again, now speaking your thoughts "but what if he doesn't like me? What do I wear? What do I say?" You started overthinking, this was such a big part of Robby's life and you didn't want to screw it up.

"Baby, calm down" Robby says getting up and walking over to you in comfort.

He lifts your chin up with his ring covered fingers bringing you to look into his striking eyes, "he's going to love you... and if he doesn't I'll personally karate chop him" He laughs, his smile lighting up your mood as his apparent dimples show through.

You sigh defeated as a laugh slips past your plump lips, this causing Robby to glance down at your lips while wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I guess you're right" You hum, moving to lay your head on his chest; hearing his soft heart beat while you do so.

"I'm always right" He jokes, causing you to laugh against his shirt covered chest.

He places his hand against your head, gently rubbing his fingers through your soft locks, causing you to sigh in comfort as your eyes start to get heavy.

"And don't worry about what to wear, i'll help you pick something out okay?" He agrees as you softly nod still resting your head against his chest, he begins to sway you both back and forth humming a gentle song.

"As far as I know we'll just be going out to diner, so everything will be fine" Robby comforts as you lift your head from his chest looking up at him, a sly smirk forms across his lips almost as if he had something planned for today.

"What's that smirk for?" You ask suspiciously, causing Robby to look at you.

"No reason" He replies as a mischievous look flows through his eyes.

You hum suspiciously but nonetheless you back down, thinking nothing of it as you get out of Robby's grasp. "So are you going to help me pick out an outfit for tonight or what?" You playfully tease as Robby continues to smirk.

"Alright, what are your first top options?" He questions crossing his arms as you rush over to your closet opening the double doors.

"We have this pair of pants with this top, this dress, or this jacket" You say picking out your top two favorite options.

Robby looks at them for a second before something catches his eyes in your closet, he smirks before walking over to it and placing it on your bed "this is the one" He smiles, obviously hiding something.

He walks into the bathroom to allow your privacy with changing while you look down at the outfit he had picked for you. It was a black pencil skirt and a white tank top with a sheer covering as the cover up.

You tilt your head, impressed with his picking as you began to get changed, you speak up letting Robby know he could come out.

He opens the door and leans on the frame, "well you look beautiful" He compliments causing your cheeks to heat up the shade of scarlet.

You shyly smile as Robby walks over, already dressed in his outfit when he got here. "Come on beautiful, let's go" He takes your hand, letting you slip on your shoes before grabbing your keys and leading you both out to your car.

A few moments you arrive at your designated destination, it was a beautiful Italian restaurant a little outside of reseda. Robby walks over to your door and leads you over to the front entrance telling the young lady that you had a reservation with Lawrence.

They escorted you to your table and placed a couple menus in designated seats, a few seconds later Johnny walked in with a kind smile and nervous fidgets as he was placed at your table.

You offered him a kind smile as the waitress placed your drinks on the table "so I'm assuming you're the famous Y/n?" Johnny kindly asks as you lend him a eye catching smile.

"Yes, i am. It's so nice to finally meet you Mr. Lawrence" You kindly say as Robby sends you a reassuring smile.

"The pleasure is all mine Y/n, and please call me Johnny. I'm not that old" He jokes with a chuckle causing you and Robby to let out a little laugh yourselves.

About half an hour rolled around of just endless amount of talking, eating, and just having fun. Soon you feel a warm hand against your thigh, the cold metal of Robby's rings causing you to gasp. Catching Johnny's attention "are you okay Y/n?" He questions obviously worried for his future daughter in law.

You quickly get ahold of yourself "O-oh yeah! I just have a slight cold is all, I'm okay" You smile reassuringly as you glance at Robby, that same mischievous smirk on his lips.

Johnny nods his head understandingly as he goes back to eating and starting up a conversation with Robby. Soon Robby's hand got to the edge of your underwear, causing you to suck in a breath as you took a bite of your food to cover the slip up.

You turned to look at Robby to see him calmly caring on a conversation with his dad while he was fixing to finger fuck you under the table.

You started to get oddly aroused by the fact that you could get caught in this position, causing you to become very soaked the more you thought about.

Soon you feel Robby's two fingers slip inside of you, not even giving you time to think as you lounged back in the chair, he was being very discrete with manipulating the sounds causing your eyes to slightly roll back at his skilled fingers.

As observant as Johnny can be sometimes he didn't suspect anything not once, the situation was making you very touch aroused and almost on the edge of cumming with the burning knot in the pit of your stomach.

  Soon you felt the tip of his ring hit your insides as his finger brushed against your g-spot causing your body to jerk slightly against his hand though you kept your noises at bay.

  Luckily Robby felt the jerk from his hands as he kept Johnny's attention on him, "so Y/n, are you interested in any martial arts per say... karate?" He asks slyly as his attention turns to you.

You quickly compose yourself "yes actually, I have. Sometimes Robby will teach me certain things and it makes me want to start learning" You smile, slowly grinding your hips against Robby's fingers also getting Johnny's attention to turn back to Robby's.

"Oh? Is that so Robby?" Johnny asks impressed as Robby's fingers increase in speed, hitting your g-spot right on a couple times causing you to slip up a moan quickly turning it into a groan of pain as you fake bitting your tongue.

Johnny thought nothing of it as he continue to spark up conversations between you two, soon your high was bulging through so you tap Robby's thigh as a sign letting him know which only makes him go harder, also adding a third finger causing you to cum on his fingers with a slight whimper under your breath, only Robby could hear causing him to let out a satisfied smirk.

Johnny soon turns too grab a waiters attention for the bill and while he does that Robby slips his hand from underneath your skirt and starts sucking on them with a moan at the taste pretending it was from the food when Johnny turned back around. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when he did that, also sending a sly smirk your way.

Johnny quickly pays the bill for you and leads you outside to where your cars sit, "It was lovely meeting you Y/n, I'm glad my son has finally found the one" He smiles kindly giving you a loving father hug as he does to Robby.

"Thank you Johnny, it was amazing meeting you as well!" You smile kindly as he gets in his firebird.

You and Robby rush back to your car, you slip inside the passengers side putting your hands over your face "I cannot believe you just did that Robby" You start laughing as you try to calm your racing heart down.

  Robby lets out a chuckle as he begins to drive back to yours, arriving in only five minutes. You both soon enter in your house, your parents being gone with the LaRussos due to work.

  You and Robby walk upstairs, you flip on your bed as Robby does the same, pressing his lips against yours in a lustful kiss until his phone starts ringing. Pulling away from the kiss with a groan Robby looks at the caller ID to see it was Johnny.

  "Hey dad" Robby mumbled slightly as they start their conversation.

  Soon a mischievous thought pops into your head as a revenge plan to get Robby back from fingering you whilst at the same dinner table as Johnny.

  Robby had walked over to your desk to sit in your office chair, spinning around while he and Johnny continue on talking, smirking slightly you get off of your bed and walk over to Robby, once he spins to where he can see you, you put your hands on the arm rest and stop the chair.

  Robby looks at you confused as you slowly get onto your knees, his eyes widening when he realizes what you're going to do, though not apposed to the idea.

You start unbuttoning his jeans before unzipping them and sliding them off his legs. By the time you had slipped off his pants he was already hard from the position you were in, though you gently cupped his bulge before slipping his boxers off letting his cock slip out lightly hitting his v-line.

  He lets out a slight his from the cold air as his hip push upwards, you smirk as you slowly start jerking his length in your hands, getting him warmed up.

  You lean down and lightly swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, running it upwards along his slit causing his hips to buckle and him letting out a strained stutter in the middle of his sentence.

  Speeding up your pace you bob half of your head down his length, tightening your lips around his pulsating cock while teasingly stroking the other half of his cock.

  Robby's head almost falls back as he grips his phone harder trying to keep a steady conversation with his dad. You began swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock again, but lazily this time with slipping more of his cock in your mouth.

  Robby has enough of you not taking him all the way so he moves your hair out of your face, wrapping it around his hand and pushes you all the way down on his cock, you lightly moan at his dominance sending vibrations through his length causing him to grit his teeth and let his head fall back.

  He continues to push your head down balls deep down his cock, Johnny must've asked him if he was alright because he responded with a strained answer.

  "Y-yeah, I-I'm fine dad" He roughly bites his bottom lip, pushing your head down more causing you to tighten your lips around his thick cock.

  Soon Robby ends the call, throwing his phone on your bed as he tries to catch his breath. "Look at you, such a filthy slut... sucking me off.. while I talk to my dad. You really like my cock don't you?" He runs his tongue over his teeth, with a mischievous smile.

  You can't help but whimper as you continue to take more of his length, Robby raises his eyebrow at this "oh you like that don't you?" He smirks pushing your head further down.

  Just as he was about to climax you pull away from his cock, causing his hips to stutter and his hands to dig into the armrest of the chair.

  He groans looking up at you with a slight lusty glare as you did not let him finish. You smirk almost evilly as Robby roughly grabs your chin pulling you closer to him.

  "You know y/n, I'm gonna make you pay for that" He replies to your smirk, causing you to gulp slightly from being so turned on.

  "Then make me..." You purr out.

  Robby's stands up grabbing you by your thighs letting your legs wrap around his waist, his once again hardened cock resting in between your thighs the only thing separating you two is the thin piece of fabric.

  Roughly placing you on the bed he presses his lips against your as his right hand goes under your skirt, moving your underwear to the side causing you to let out a low moan when he slips a finger into your dripping core.

  He doesn't give you time to process as he adds two more fingers causing you to breath the kiss panting for air as Robby leans his head on yours, watching you with his fiery eyes.

  He pulls his fingers out and begins rubbing his middle finger around your clit, "Robby..." You whimper aloud, spreading your legs wider for him.

  "No cumming, pretty girl" He smirks as he feels you clench around his fingers, getting close to your high.

  Your once lidded eyes widen as you feel the burning pit in your stomach, "but- Robby I- can't hold it" You whimper desperately, grinding your hips so you could try and orgasm faster.

  Just when you think you got through to him as he speeded up his actions, he removes his fingers literally one second before you could cum, causing your whole body to jerk and your legs to try and close.

  "Robby please.." You let out another desperate cry as he begins pulling off your shirt, along with your skirt before discarding of them.

  Eagerness took over you as you quickly unclasp your bra and pull down your soaked underwear, "someone's eager" Robby smirks as you began pulling his shirt off.

"Shut up and fuck me" Ending your demand with a desperate whimper.

"Be patient pretty girl, we have time" Robby runs his finger down the valley of your breasts, the coldness of his metal rings causing you to get goosebumps.

Leaning down he takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue as he roughly squeezes the other, his hardened cock resting in the middle of your soaked pussy.

Finally giving in to what you both want he slowly slides the tip of his cock in your entrance, looking up to meet your eyes "is this okay?" He whimpers out, whilst you nod eagerly.

Finally bottoming out he slips his whole length into your pussy, leaning upwards he grabs ahold of your legs and spreads them wider as he begins to fuck you into missionary.

He watches as you start moaning, your boobs bounce up and down with each individual thrust, you hold your legs up while he holds onto your knees for support so he won’t thrust sloppily.

"What a sight to see pretty girl" Robby smirks as his head falls back once you tighten your walls around his cock.

You let out pathetic whimpers as your eyes roll into the back of your head, arching your back you start groping yourself while Robby watches as his cock slips further inside of you only to hit your g-spot after every thrust.

Him hitting your g-spot causes you to whine, harshly gripping onto your boobs Robby smirks "found it" He groans as he feels your pussy slowly bringing him closer to the edge.

"Faster p-please" You weakly moan out as you harshly wrap your legs around his waist causing him to hit a much deeper place inside you.

Your hands grip the bed sheets as your back arches, pushing your breasts into range as Robby grips onto one for support.

"Robby Im close!" You whimper out squeezing the bedsheets firmer.

This action causes Robby to snap his head up and grab ahold of your chin, leaning down to stare you in your eyes. He manages to deepen his thrusts by the different angle "look at me when you cum" He demands, feeling himself come closer to the edge as well.

You practically melt at his actions as you continue to look up at him lovingly as his cock starts hitting your g-spot straight on causing that burn in the pit of your stomach to only increase more, now feeling like fire as he kept speeding up and slowing down every now and then.

You keep your eyes from rolling back to keep a steady stare down with Robby as that knot breaks in your stomach causing you to clench around Robby, cumming all over his cock; some leaking down your thighs and onto Robby’s v-line. Just then you realized that you just squirted.

You were so dazed into your orgasm that you didn’t care as he tried his best to ride out your orgasm, fixing to pull out "wait no cum in me Robby… please" You nod, letting him know you were still on the pill.

Robby whimpers at this as his hips stutter, finally releasing into you. His hot cum shooting inside you, some filling you up to much as it spilled out of your pussy.

You both take a few breaths as Robby slowly pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs. Just then you look at Robby. His whole stomach and cock was drenched with your cum from where you squirted so hard.

Your cheeks flush from embarrassment, "oh god Robby I’m sorry" You say guiltily.

Robby chuckles "babe, I just made you squirt for the first time. That was so hot" He smirks as he leans down to press a fluttering kiss to your lips.

You smile as he picks you up bridal style caring you both to your bathroom, filling up the tub with water. He places you into the warm water letting you sit on his lap as he rested his chin on your head.

"I love you"

That was the first time he said I love you.

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This was requested by @peachymelon69

[youknowwhatted]

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” with Andy Barber, pleaseeeeee💕💕

Ohhh ho ho! Staring this sleep over off right! Hope you enjoy, Ren!

Andy barber x reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, edging, piv, mentions of toys, slight dom/sub if you squint

A/N: I'm sorry Ren, this....got away from me and I couldn't stop 🙈

~

Your phone dinged on the kitchen island as you turned a page of the raunchy novel you were engrossed in. The sound barely registers as your eyes fly over the page. Your mind flooding with how you wanted to try some of these new found kinks with your new husband, Andy. The thought had you biting your lip and squirming on the bar stool. Your phone dinged again, this time catching your attention and you picked it up.

Notification: Your Amazon Package is 10 Stops Away

Notification: See You Package on the Map

Your face lit up, a smile spreading across your lips and you let out a little squeal of excitement. The new lingerie and toys you had secretly ordered was almost here. A delicious thought crossed your mind as you watched the little dot on the map move closer to your location.

~

Andy leaned back in the leather chair in Judge Morgan's chambers. The defense attorney droning on and on about new evidence for the trial and the possibility of a plea deal. Andy's phone dinged in his pocket and he gave the judge an apologetic smile as he reached in his pocket to silence it and it dinged again in his hand as he looked at the screen. 2 new notifications. He opened up his text messages.

The first was a picture of the new purple nipple clamps with little bells attached, laying on the gray satin pillow of your bed.

Y/N: I can't wait for you to get home 😏

Andy cleared his throat, his mind racing with thoughts of attaching the new toys to your perfect peaks.

The phone vibrated in his hand as another photo popped up in the text thread. Andy's eyes went wide before he quickly locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, using all his willpower to not get a raging hard-on in the middle of a judges chamber. Oh you were in for it as soon as he walked through the door tonight.

~

You stood in your bedroom, looking yourself over in the full length mirror, adjusting the choker tie of the red lace teddy you wore and checking your red lipstick again. Anticipation sent a swirl of butterflies through your tummy when you heard his car pull up the driveway. He hadn't texted you back after you sent a picture of you in this little number and you were a bit nervous as to how he was going to react when he got home.

Andy barely put the car in park before he was opening the door and dashing in the house, his voice gruff as he called out your name.

~

You sat on his lap on the edge of the bed, your back pressed to his bare chest, thighs spread wide over his with his cock buried deep in your soaked pussy. Your head lolled back on to his shoulder and you whined as he stopped his movements just as you were about to fall over the edge.

"Aht aht ah, Princess," he tutted, grabbing your chin in one hand to lift your head back up to the mirror in front of you, "eyes forward." He trailed kisses up your neck before hitting that sweet spot below your ear. "How many was that princess?" His middle finger taps your pulsating clit, you hips jolting at his touch.

"Seven. Please let me cum, Andy, please!" You whimpered as you looked him in the eyes through your reflection.

His voice is low as he growls in your ear, "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING," each word punctuated by a tap to your clit, winding the coil tighter and tighter, your thighs shaking and you walls spasming around his length. His hand moves to wrap around your throat, his thumb caressing your heated skin.

"Fuck, Andy, please," the coil ready to snap, your eyes closing as tears roll down your cheeks, "I'm sorry."

There were those words he was waiting for.

"Come on, sweetheart. Make a mess all over my cock," he groans, helping you bounce on his lap as colors burst behind your closed eyes. Your body moves on its own accord as heat spreads from your core, your body thrumming with pleasure and you don't even recognize the sounds your making as your orgasm rips through you. Andy groans behind you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and he can't hold back anymore, spilling his seed deep inside you.

As you both come down from your highs, Andy lays you both back on the bed and wraps you in his arms, kissing your temple.

"Thank you," you whisper, turning in his arms to face him, "for exploring this with me." You finish with a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

He smiles, "Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you too."

~

[branded-witha-j]

This request started one way and then took a whole other turn that I'm going to blame on the pain meds they gave me. I hope you enjoy it, anon reader. 😘💚💚💚

♤♡◇♧☆

Something went horribly wrong. It wasn't expected and no one saw it coming despite weeks of planning. The coppers showed up as expected, but something fell through when someone didn't do their job. A post that should have been manned was left wide open and that's how the GCPD got the upperhand.

You were there, holding your own, the armored truck on its side and smoking. The bags you helped carry were heavy and you were distracted, not noticing the officer until he had you restrained. They didn't make a fuss, pulling you away from the scene as discreetly as possible, but it didn't take J long to notice your absence.

He wheeled in place, scanning the street, and that's when he saw them dragging you away, his rage palpable. They thought you were a hostage, surely a nice, rich girl like you forced to commit such heinous crimes. They had no idea that you were important to The Joker or that you were madly in love with your so-called captor.

You fought and clawed to get back to him, but the cops threw you into a police van, the back empty except for you. Now that they had you in their custody, they intended to get you away from the scene, your father waiting for the phone call that you were safe.

You were a Daddy's girl, growing up privileged and rich. Things were planned out for you, your father the puppeteer. It didn't take long for you to tire of his control, a new Daddy altogether pulling your attention and keeping you captivated.

The Joker was just as rich, but dangerous and unpredictable. The night you met him at the annual Gotham Gala was the best of your life and you never looked back.

The van shifted as it pulled away from the curb, a single police car following while the others stayed behind to deal with and round up J and his crew. At least that was their plan. But the cops would fair no better, The Joker's men creating such a scene that J managed to slip away in your pursuit.

He wasn't alone, a handful of goons tagging along, and they were the ones to open fire. The tailing cruiser caught the first wave of bullets, the back tires popping and sending it into an uncontrollable spin. A row of parked cars cushioned the wreck, but the car was inoperable and left behind as the van tried to race for the station.

You were in the back, unable to hang on as a curve was taken too fast, crying out as you were thrown against the bare, metal wall. You found yourself on the floor, clutching for the bench leg that was bolted down, using it to pull yourself under for coverage as bullets ricocheted outside. You could hear shouting from the front, returning fire sounding close and making you scream as a bullet tore through the metal above you.

You rolled yourself into a ball and braced, not seeing the collision coming, but safe as the van slammed to a stop. It was no longer moving, but the shouting continued, eventually two single gun shots marking the silence.

Nothing happened, the van whining as someone cranked the engine and finally got it to start. You stayed under the bench shaking, beams of light shining through the bullet holes as the van started to move again. Even as the ride continued on for what felt like an eternity, you stayed on the floor unable to move out of some fear that The Joker had been hurt, or even worse, killed.

Eventually the van came to a stop and you held your breath, hearing the front door open, and approaching footsteps. They crunched in what sounded like gravel and stopped at the back doors. Then there was unnerving silence. You continued to hold your breath, eyes closing as the screech of metal unlocked the doors and light flooded over you. It took you a moment to open your eyes, the sunlight blotting out the figure that peered inside. You blinked, trying to clear your vision, and a hand at your ankle made you lash out. You kicked hard, snarling in anger as they avoided your booted defense and dragged you closer.

Hands groped at you, pulling you upright, and that's when you were finally able to focus. The Joker leaned over you, a gash at his forehead sending a steady stream of blood down the side of his chiseled cheek. He was bleeding, but seemed unharmed and very much alive. With a gasp, you clutched for him, anchoring your hands at his face and kissing him hard.

His metal teeth hurt against your own, but you didn't care, deepening it until you felt certain you could drown. He was the one to break the kiss, eyes darting and taking inventory. You were unharmed, maybe a little bruised, but not hurt. The relief made him purr and he pushed forward, kneeling at the metal floor and hovering over you.

You let him lay you back and didn't protest as his hands slid over your body, making sure you weren't damaged or in pain. As his exploration continued, you reached for him, pulling him on top of you, your arms and legs trapping him. He grimaced, a single droplet of blood falling on your cheek, and you couldn't stop yourself from kissing him. He tasted like blood and gunpowder and you savored it.

In the distance, you could hear approaching sirens, your moment ending almost as quickly as it had started. Surely the van could be tracked and they would be here soon, both of your hearts racing as you fled the scene. You took back alleyways, hiding in the shadows, ducking into dark doorways as police cruisers rolled past.

It was in one of these doors that J cornered you, smiling in his mischievous way. You smiled back, head tilting as he leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and deep, ending with a purr.

"Are you my girl?" You nodded to his question, feeling his hands on you, fingertips digging into your hips. You let out a gasp of surprise as he slid a hand over, cupping you and pushing you harder against the door. It creaked with your weight but held as J frantically pulled at the waistband of your leggings. You joined in, flipping his belt loose, and popping the button to pull down his zipper.

A single slam against the door made you both groan, The Joker not stopping until he was buried deep. He burned and stretched you in the most delicious way, his face burying at your neck. Another thrust of his hips made you cry out, the sound echoing around the alley and building as his movement grew frantic.

Voices yelled out nearby, causing you to tense, and a shift of your hips sent you over a dangerous edge. Your cries of pleasure bounced off the walls, dissolving into the air and mixing with the sounds of the city. The Joker had reached his end, as well, and held you in place, nuzzling at your neck until he left a purple mark with his mouth.

For a long moment, nothing else existed, the sounds of the city fading away. You relished in his touch and taste, his crimson smeared lips leaving no doubt that you belonged to him. It was a bubble of happiness that you lived in precariously, not ready for it to pop so soon.

But pop it did, and you were both on the run again, dragging your pants up with laughs and tripping away. The cop that discovered you was close, but not enough to catch you, both of you sliding out onto the crowded sidewalk, people rushing out of your way as you ran.

You felt like Bonnie and The Joker was your Clyde, hands joining as you ran, more fits of laughter falling from your lips as you veered off the sidewalk and into traffic to avoid another cop.

You didn't see it coming, so lost in your delirious happiness that the delivery truck went unnoticed. Brakes squealed as the large vehicle tried to stop, but too much weight and speed kept it coming in your direction, both of you freezing on the spot.

There was a second where you realized you were about to die, turning towards J, but feeling yourself lifted and flung in the opposite direction. You waited for the pain, but it didn't come, instead air whipping past and making your hair swirl. And then your ride was abruptly over, Batman releasing you on the far sidewalk.

Stunned to see him this close up, it took a moment for you to wheel back in search of The Joker, horror making you cry out at his still form on the road. You pulled and screamed, tearing yourself away from your savior to run to your lover.

No one tried to stop you, everyone frozen and watching as you collapsed by his side, hands shaking and touching him. You were frantic, pulling at him, screaming his name, but getting no response. He was gone, his body broken and bleeding before you like a living nightmare.

You tried to revive him, performing CPR, pushing and thumping at his chest until Batman pulled you away. His arms locked around you like a vice and carried you from the horrible scene, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

Your eyes pinched shut, your cries turning into begging, everything fading until you jolted awake in a cell you couldn't remember. The pressure around you that had once been Batman's arms was a straitjacket keeping you secure. It was an embrace you could never escape, eyes heavy and sweeping the empty, dim room.

Who knows how long you had been here, time meaning nothing. Who knows if anything was real, the pain in your heart the only reminder that something had been taken from you.

The ground vibrated but you barely noticed it, the extinguished lights above you swaying and sending dust down upon you. Your neck was stiff as you slowly looked up, the hanging light swaying back and forth. Another much harder vibration caused it to pick up momentum and you were mesmerized by it, not hearing the screams in the hallway.

A fresh explosion buckled the door, leaving a gaping hole filled with smoke. You stared at it, unable to move even if you felt the desire, a single figure stepping through as a floating silhouette. They crossed the room, kneeling before you, and a tug at the helmet they wore revealed a shock of green hair and icy blue eyes.

He smiled at you, your own lips twitching and pulling until the corners lifted and mirrored him. His laugh came next, eerie and almost mournful, but your own joining in until it was deafening and terrifying to all that could hear it.

Again you felt yourself lifted, this time in the arms you wanted more than anything, The Joker carrying you from the cell and into the fiery hallway. Bodies lay before you, framing your escape route, and J didn't let you go until he reached the getaway vehicle, slowly placing you in the backseat. Leaning down, his lips ghosted over yours, a new scar across his cheek catching your eye. His kiss was brief, a peck at your lips, and then he spoke the words you had been dying to hear for so long.

"Let's go home."

[quinncupine]

Need a Hug

Word Count: ~2,000

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Notes: This is largely self indulgent because I really needed a hug and who better than Izuku. I just know he would give the best hugs. I tried to leave this gender neutral but I wrote this for me so if I slip up on that, sorry

The puffy cushions of the couch nearly engulfed you as you tucked yourself as far into the corner as you could. A soft blanket draped over your knees as you stared blankly out the window opposite the couch. The sun was only just starting to set. Warm swathes of orange and hints of purples chased after the waning sun. It was the first time in a while you'd watched the sunset. Sitting in the silence, there was a sense of calm that always floated around this time of night, something you desperately needed right now.

On the coffee table, your phone buzzed. The harsh vibrations cut into your heavy thoughts, pulling your focus to the small device that jittered on the wood. Even if you couldn't quite make out the name from your position, you recognized the ringtone. There was only one person who you'd set that ridiculous jingle for. A few more rings filled the air but you didn't bother to get up, choosing instead to lazily watch it eventually give up and go silent once again. It was the third time he'd called in the last hour and a wave of guilt washed over you, though you did nothing to assuage it.

Turning back to the window to watch the last bit of sunlight creep beneath the horizon, you were interrupted by a few sharp dings. Message after message popped up and with a tired sigh, you dropped your head to your knees. That man was relentless, you'd give him that.

Over the last few days, you'd seen the small concerned glances he sent your way, trying to figure out what was wrong. You weren't even sure what was wrong, yet he still picked up on it. Observant. You could add that to the list as well. He was so many things, all of them you loved yet you still had a hard time believing there was anything he could love about you. Sometimes that seemed like a ridiculous notion because he was a good person, the best person. But other times there was a small nagging voice in the back of your mind whispering doubts about you and your relationships with those around you over and over again. It was annoying but in weak moments like this, you found yourself begrudgingly agreeing with it.

The phone rang again, the shrill ringtone filling up the space. Why hadn't you just turned it off already? Burying your head deeper into the blanket, you let out a long groan. A few seconds later a knock on the door echoed through the apartment. Your head shot up, nearly flinging yourself off the couch in the process.

"Y/N, it's me, please open up," said the muffled voice through the door. When you didn't respond, he sighed,  "I can hear your phone. I know you're in there. Please open the door."

A drop of fear flooded your chest, heart sporadically hammering away at your ribs. Of course he would show up here, he was stubborn too. The last thing you wanted to do was talk to someone, especially him while you were like this. You were in no state to talk, let alone explain yourself. Was he angry with you ignoring him? Was this the day he's finally had enough of you? Would you be abandoned again? All those questions raced through your head at lightning speed, crashing into each other, and scrambling your thoughts.

"Y/N," he said softer, barely audible, "I'm worried. I just want to know you're alright."

Worried. That's another reason you loved him; he cared. Although you weren't used to this level of care. No one had ever been concerned enough to stop by after a day or two of radio silence. Maybe that was why you felt the edges of an anxiety attack fray around your mind. You didn't want him to see you like this, it could ruin everything you worked so hard to build.

"Please," he said with a soft thump you could only assume was his head on the door.

For whatever reason, that got you moving. Sliding off the couch, you shuffled on padded feet towards the door and unlocked it. With a shy peek through the crack, you slowly met his eyes. Big giant green worried eyes.

"What are you doing here?" voice cracking slightly from unuse.

Izuku Midoriya stood there staring at you, brows crinkled in concern, lips pulled into a small frown. He didn't say anything at first, eyes roaming your face until finally, he blinked and gently pushed the door open enough to see your full form. "I'm here to see you. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Izuku," with a tired sigh, you moved to the side to let him in. "You didn't have to come all the way here."

He stepped in, glancing around the place. Most of the lights were off save for the small sink light streaming out from the kitchen. The apartment seemed in order, nothing broken, nothing misplaced, as clean as it usually was. When he finished his quick examination, his eyes found yours again.

"Are you sure?" the question was soft and seemed to fade in the darkness that surrounded the two of you. "You seem…off."

Oh god, was he going to start questioning you? That was the last thing you wanted. Questions would be too much to handle right now. Actually doing anything seemed like a herculean task. It was a miracle you'd even gotten up to let him in.

"I'm just…tired." Fingers curled through your hair as you tried to distract yourself from his quizzical gaze. He wasn't buying that for a second. "Izuku, honestly, I just need some sleep. Thanks for checking on me, but…" your eyes flicked towards the door, hoping he would take the hint.

He took it alright. He took it and Texas smashed it right out the door. "Look, somethings wrong, that much I can tell." Izuku faced you fully, eyes narrowed in determination. "I'm not gonna force you to tell me, but I know from experience that talking about it might help. You don't even have to talk to me, but talk to someone or something…just don't shut yourself out like this."

The bluntness took you by surprise. You knew Izuku well enough by now that you shouldn't be, but he'd never been so direct with you before. Usually, he would skate around whatever it was he wanted to say or do when it came to you. The man was shy and easily flustered, just like you, but there was that edge that always came out when he needed to assert his point; like now.

A moment of silent staring slowly stretched into minutes before you took a step back and rubbed your face. "Persistent," you mumbled, "that's going on the list too."

"What?"

"I don't want to talk Izuku."

That frown on his face only deepened. "If you keep bottling it up it's gonna eventually explode and it's gonna hurt." His calloused fingers gently reached for your own and you did nothing to stop him. "I don't want to see you hurt."

Scarred hands wrapped around your own, completely engulfing them. Sometimes you forgot just how big his hands were. The hands of a hero. Strong yet so cautious as if he were afraid to grip too tight. You couldn't peel your eyes away from his delicate hold as the warmth of his touch seemed to spread up your arms and through your whole body. A single touch from him always calmed you down, made you feel safe and protected. You usually loved it, but with a frown you tore your hands away and turned, tucking them under your arms.

"Please tell me what's wrong," said Izuku, trying to school that crestfallen look off his face. That was always hard for him. The man wore his heart on his sleeve. "Is there something I can do, something I can fix?"

If only.

"You can't fix this."

With that, you escaped into the living room where you plopped on the couch and scrunched your knees to your chest. He followed close behind, clicking on one of the lamps as he walked in, and you flinched at the sudden intrusion of light. Izuku paused when he neared the couch, hovering a few feet away, unsure how close he could be.

"Can you at least tell me what?" There was no anger to his voice, just slight confusion.

"I don't know."

That was the truth, at least partially. These moods came and went sometimes, but this is the first time it's gotten so severe while Izuku was around. Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was work, or maybe it was simply you. Whatever the case, it affected everything and frustrated you to no end.

Izuku fidgeted at the opposite end of the couch before he worked up the courage to sit on the farthest cushion. His body tense as he scanned you for any signs of discomfort from his actions. When he found none, he scooted just a little closer.

"You don't have to talk about it if you're not comfortable, but can I at least stay with you for a little while?" he whispered, messing with his fingers.

A slight breeze of relief swept through you. He wasn't going to force you to talk. And to be honest, his being here was comforting in its own way. Nodding, you held out your hand and he eagerly took it, erasing the rest of the space between you.

"Is there something you do want to do?" Izuku asked, thumb gently brushing over the top of your hand. "Go for a walk, or get some ice cream, or watch a movie, or-"

"A hug." It was barely a whisper and heat climbed up your neck at the request, silently berating yourself with how childish it sounded, but you couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "Can I have a h-"

Before you could even finish that sentence, he pulled you close, arms wrapped tightly around your frame. Green curls tickled your nose and once you got over the shock of the quick movement, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled good. Like a misty forest. With your eyes closed, you could almost picture standing there with him, covered by a canopy of green, soft dirt squishing between your toes, hazy sunbeams trickling through the leaves leaving warm spots on your skin, and his body tucked into yours with solid arms wrapped snuggly around you.

It had been a long time since someone hugged you like this. Really hugged you. A bone-crushing, heart-squeezing, all-encompassing hug that he poured every fiber of his being into. It must have been exactly what you needed because all that tension drained from your shoulders and you sagged against him, arms clutching onto him as if your life depended on it. Heavy tears threatened to escape your clenched eyes and after a moment you gave up resisting. A good cry felt nice right about now and Izuku would be the last person to judge on that stance. So you cried. A lot. And hard.

He never once pulled away keeping that tight grip for as long as you needed it. Rubbing soothing circles on your back as you heaved through the tears. At one point, you felt a warm wet on your shoulder. He must've started crying too. For some reason, that actually made you feel better, less alienated, less ashamed. Whether Izuku knew it or not, he was always good at the comforting part. And it didn't hurt that he gave the best hugs.

As time stacked on and the tears dried up, you were left with a slight headache and sore eyes, but that lead weight on your chest didn't feel so heavy anymore. The hollow cave in your heart slowly being filled inch by inch with Izuku's presence. It didn't erase it completely, far from it, but things were starting to feel a little more bearable now. You wanted to stay that way forever, curled up in his arms, listening to his deep breaths, inhaling whatever cologne he had on, and just having a moment of peace. But your arms and legs were starting to prickle with numbness, so with a heavy breath, you pulled away.

"Thanks," you mumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed as his own tear-stained gaze landed on you.

Those oversized eyes of his were tinged red and slightly puffy, but he managed a big smile, one reserved solely for you as he wiped away a stray tear on your cheek. You probably looked a mess. You definitely felt a mess, but with Izuku, you couldn't find a reason to care at the moment because he was a mess too. Together, you could both be crying messes and that was perfectly fine with you. He would always be there even if you didn't know you needed him because he was Izuku Midoriya: a relentless, observant, determined, persistent hero. But most importantly, he was here.

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Jared Padalecki: Help

Pairing: SingleDad!Jared P. x Teen!Daughter!Reader Pov: Jared Warnings: Comfort, cuddles, Mental Health, Depression, Anxiety. Summary (Request) Hi, so my mental health hasn’t been the best lately so I was wondering if you could do a Jared x teen!reader (14 or 15yo) where he comforts the reader and just cuddle to make the reader feel better ? Thanks!:) Word Count: 741

A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master List Jared Padalecki Master List

Being a tv star can sometimes cause me to forget the more important things in front of me.

Like my daughter. She's been the light of my life for the past fifteen years. Always has a smile on her face, but I think me being gone for so long and the start of high school it's really starting to my baby girl's mind.

When Y/n was younger she'd race to the front door and jump into my arms for a huge bear hug. Her hair up in two pigtails, and draped in one of my old t-shirts from my college years.

She yawns and smiles at me and says "Dada, I sleepy." Resting her head on my shoulder another yawn taking its way with her. I set my luggage down and climb the stairs, on nights like these where I hadn't seen my baby girl in too long.

She'd sleep on my chest, and I'd hum sweet songs. We'd fall asleep together in my huge bed. But now she's a big girl, and a big girl that doesn't come rushing down the stairs to greet me at the door anymore.

She's still my sweet girl, but something in her has made her dull. I fawn at the thought of knowing there really isn't anything I can do for her.

But I'd like to think as her father, and as someone who's sometimes dealing with the unhealthy side of my mental health that I could potentially help my daughter.

I set down my bags, and grab some things from the kitchen before heading up the staircase. It's sad now to think of the bright girl that used to run the halls, the hair blowing behind as I chased after her.

Or the little giggles the halls used to hear when we'd play hide and seek, but she could never stop giggle so I always found her. I miss how tiny, and cute she was. How innocent she was the all the hurt in the world. How perfectly innocent she was.

I knocked on her door, I don't get a response back, so I slowly creep her door open. Her headphones are in, and she's got her eyes closed. I take a moment to look at my daughter.

Her hair in a high ponytail, but it's a different color now. Her more rebellious phase coming toe. She has a few features from her mother, but I notice the way that she's tall like me, and when she does smile she's got dimples that show how truly happy she is.

I knock again, before walking into her room. She must have felt the dip of the bed, because she opens her eyes, and pulls her earbuds out.

"Hey, dad." She says. Setting her phone to the side. The thing I grabbed from the kitchen I set down next to her phone. "You've been in your room," I said.

She hummed in response. And shrugged her shoulder, before looking out the window. The silence took a hold of the room. I could tell that she'd been biting her nails, and was currently bitting the inside of her cheek.

I bring my thumb under her hin and drag her attention back to me. "Baby, you know that if you aren't okay you can always talk to me right?" I asked

I could start to see the tears that laid at the edge of her eyes. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry." I said. She fell into my arms and started to sob, I gently combed through her hair with my fingers.

In a moment like this words don't have a big effort as actions do. She may be a big girl now, but she'll forever be my little girl. We sat there for a moment before an idea popped into my head.

I picked her up and she clung to me tightly. "Daddy, where are we going?" She asked through sobs. I just shushed her and walked out of her room, and to mine.

I sat her down on the bed, and I crouched down to look at her in her beautiful eyes. "I know that I can sometimes get clouded by a lot of things, but you're my daughter, my baby girl, and right now. You and I are going to take a nap." I said

She just smiled and fell asleep on my chest. A moment like this is something I need to treasure more.

Completed on: 06/16/2021

Posted on: 06/17/2021

[arahxdjarin]

Wicked Desires

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Tags: throat fucking, some angst, some fluff too!, dom reader if you squint, unprotected sex, Loki kneeling, rough sex

Notes: I've decided to change this from a 5/6 chapter fic to a 9/10 chapter fic! so expect more from Loki and reader! I will warn you guys, next chapter is very angsty, I'm going to try to update about once a week but that may be subject to change. Enjoy besties!

Wicked Desires, Chapter 3

You place the thin, dark emerald dress on your body and tiptoe out of Loki’s chambers, two guards are stationed outside the doors, they don’t even move as you walk past them, you raise a hand in front of one of their faces, he doesn’t flinch or show any sign that he sees you there. You look down at the pendant and smile a bit realizing Loki’s magic is working. Making your way back to your chambers, you look down at the dress as it moves around you. It was quite a beautiful dress, a soft satin that clung to your skin, the entire dress being held up by two thin straps that wrap around your neck, the neckline dipping all the way down your torso, barely covering your breasts. Your back is completely exposed to the warm Asgardian spring air. There’s two high slits on either of your thighs, showing your entire leg when you walk forward. The immodesty of it caused you to blush, but you couldn’t help feeling powerful in it, it looks like you belong at Loki’s side.

You hurry into your chambers, glad to find them completely empty, you had nothing to do today besides crafting a dress for the upcoming spring celebrations, you sigh as you sit next to your sewing station deciding to busy your mind with creating a pattern until you leave for Loki’s chambers once nightfall comes.

A low whistle pulls you away from your work, you turn to see your best friend and chambermate come through the door, her arms filled with fabrics and flowers.

“Quite an extraordinary dress, does this have anything to do with why you were gone all night?” Her fingers grab the material by your hip, her eyes widening once she feels how luscious and expensive the fabric feels.

“Actually yes Risa, I was gone all night putting it together, I was hoping to use it for the spring festival but I made it a bit too risqué so it’ll be saved for a more appropriate event.” Risa’s eyes crinkle, she could always tell when you were lying but she decided to just nod her head and set the rest of her supplies down next to you.

“Well, I have to leave again but I thought I would bring you some more fabric. Are you still ok with making my dress for the festival as well?” You nod your head slowly, her harsh blue eyes still holding yours, she smiles a bit as she turns to walk towards the door again.

“You’ll have to tell me who he is at some point.” The door closes behind her but her words continue to bounce around the room, she knows you too well, of course she would notice if something was amiss. You grip the edge of the table trying to calm your breath, maybe you shouldn’t go see Loki tonight, it would be too suspicious if you were gone two nights in a row.  The logical part of you knew that is exactly what you should do, but the illogical part of you, the selfish part Loki has brought out is screaming for you to go to him, let him devour you whole, feel his hands burn their mark into your skin. You clench your thighs together thinking of his words last night,

‘The smell of me, the taste of me, the feel of me, will be burned into your mind always. Because you are mine.’ How right he was, one night of passionate fucking and you were ready to throw everything to the wind to feel his lips on your skin again.

You loosen your grip on the table and slump back into your chair, staring at the fabric in front of you, your fingers run over the smooth fabric of the dress, the motion soothes your racing thoughts. Your fingers pause, you stare at the fabric and then back to the sewing machine, a small smirk tugs on your lips as a devious thought pops into your mind.

You’re hunched over your table putting the final touches on your dress when there’s a soft knock on your door. You stand up and smooth the fabric of your regular everyday skirt walking to the door to see who was behind it, you open it slightly and see a guard. He just hands you a simple piece of paper and turns to walk away. Your eyebrows raise in confusion, you open the note. The words cause you to shut the door quickly, as if anyone who walks by can somehow read the words that were obviously meant for your eyes only.

“Darling, I’ll be all yours shortly, wait for me in my chambers, if you aren’t wearing my dress then I expect you to be wearing nothing at all.”

Yours,

L

You fold the note up and place it in the small pocket of your skirts, moving back to the dress you just finished working on, you quickly drop your average dress to the ground and step back into the gorgeous dress Loki gave you, now with slight modifications. You fold up your dress and set it on a chair in your room, closing the door tightly. You move quickly around the common room to tidy the mess you left before finally exiting your chambers to make your way to his.

The walk is shorter than you remember, or the nerves are just higher this time. Once again the guards don’t notice your presence at all, you quietly slip into his chambers, you expect to be alone but Loki is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes widen as he takes in your attire. He sets the glass down and stands up, never taking his eyes on you. He holds his hand out and you walk towards him, placing your hand in his own, he twirls you, the dress fans out showing him all your additions.

“Is this the dress I gave you?” His voice sends a shiver through you, it's full of curiosity and amusement.

“It is, but I needed to add my own touches to it.” His hand drops yours to touch the soft gold glittery fabric you added to cover the bodice and skirt, his hand roams across it before reaching up to touch the gold gems you added to the neckline, his hand lingers on top of your chest, his eyes meeting yours again, he smirks as his fingers inch their way underneath the neckline to rub against your nipple.

“You added to its beauty, but I do believe my note specified for you to be wearing my dress. Since you’ve gone and added to it, it’s now no longer my dress, but yours. Strip.” You glare at him as you move the straps off your shoulders letting the fabric fall off your body to pool at your feet.

“Is that better, Your Highness?” Your words drip off your tongue with malicious sarcasm. Loki’s eyes harden but the smirk never leaves his lips, he moves so quickly you don’t have time to dodge his advance, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You try to wiggle out of his hold but it’s impossible, he begins walking towards his room. He lands a loud smack to your backside before dropping you on the bed unceremoniously, you huff as your body bounces on the soft mattress. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, heat fills your body as your mind replays the events of last night when you were in quite a similar situation.

“Turn around and hang your head off the bed.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but do as he says, you hang your head off the end of the bed, now looking at Loki upside down, you take in his appearance, he’s wearing his usual leathers, his hair looks the same but he has an unmistakable glimmer in his eye, you repress another shiver when he meet your eyes. He works to undo his trousers, letting them fall to the floor before he works to undo his top, quick enough he’s as naked as you. Loki bends at the knee until his eyes are level with yours, his hand wraps around your throat as his lips crush into yours, he kisses you fiercely, his tongue making quick work into your mouth, you let out a small whimper as he nips at your lips before pulling away. He looks in your eyes, his hand tightening slightly.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, if you need me to stop, tap my right thigh three times, do you understand?” You nod, Loki places a soft kiss to your lips before standing, breaking the kiss. You stare at the underside of his hard cock as he strokes it, his eyes fixed on your face. You open your mouth and press your tongue against the head of his cock, eliciting a soft hiss from Loki, he rubs his head against your lips for a moment, teasing both himself and you.

“Use me Loki. I’m going to enjoy this just as much as you do.” That was all the encouragement Loki needed to slam his hips forward, his cock burying itself inside your mouth, your throat constricts around him fighting the intrusion. Loki brings his hand to the side of your neck massaging gently, helping your muscles relax. You open your jaw wider, shifting your head allowing Loki to thrust with ease, his fingers shake on your skin, you let out a small whimper as the pleasure of feeling him claiming your mouth with his cock. Loki hisses through his teeth and drops his other hand to the bed next to your shoulder. You open your eyes momentarily and can only see Loki’s body looming over you, his balls moving next to your forehead. You squeeze your eyes shut and move your tongue, trying to stroke the underside of him.

Loki’s hand tightens around your throat, his fingers still caressing the muscles there, keeping you calm. His thrusts are controlled and even, like he’s trying to refrain from possibly injuring you. Your mind is finally wrapping around the situation, your hands snake up from where they lay at your side clutching the duvet to scratch against his defined stomach, his hips pause for a second. Your hands move from his stomach, running over the smooth skin and muscle to his hips, you dig your nails in and swirl your tongue around him, letting him know you didn’t want him to stop. His hips resume their controlled thrusts, he lets out a soft whine as your fingers dig in deeper to the skin of his hips.

The sound was like music to your ears, you clench your thighs and rub them together, thrusting your hips upwards. You never thought you could gain so much pleasure from pleasuring someone else, but here you were writhing underneath Loki while he used your mouth and body as if you were nothing more than a pretty toy. You enjoyed it too, you loved feeling like you were his own personal sex doll, the feeling of him filling you was intoxicating and you were falling head first into an unhealthy addiction. The thought almost made you laugh, you were addicted to Loki, it was the best way to put it. The way his fingers touched you, the way his tongue seemed to know you better than you knew yourself, the way his cock felt buried deeply inside of you. It was intoxicating, addicting, you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to. Which you knew you should, you should stop this. It’ll never end well, if the circumstances were different then maybe — you push the thought from your mind, you don’t need to worry yourself with that, not when Loki is moaning and groaning above you because you’re bringing him pleasure. You refocus on the moment and drag your nails down his hips, his thrust stutters, the hand by your shoulder moves and you know he’s getting close.

You think back to last night when he explained he enjoyed being hit with the crop, maybe he enjoys a bit of pain with his pleasure. You move your lips, allowing your teeth to scrape against the sensitive skin of his cock. He hisses in pleasure before he rips his cock from your mouth, he bends his knees until his eyes meet yours again, his hand tightens around your throat.

“You’re getting brave little fox, I love watching you explore pleasure” his hand moves from your throat to stroke your face, his breath is labored and his eyes still hold a look of unbridled lust. “And as much as I would love to cum in your pretty little mouth, I have so much more planned for tonight, kneel on the bed in front of me.” You scramble up quickly at his command, you sit back on your heels, looking up at Loki’s face. Even kneeling on his large bed you were still several inches shorter than him. His hands move to either side of your face, his thumbs gently caressing the skin of your cheeks. You let him lean your head back, his hands move from your face to your neck. Loki leans forward and brushes his lips against your own.

“What do you want darling?” Your breath hitches as Loki turns your head to the side to run his nose along the side of your face.

“You.” Was all you were able to croak out, Loki’s warm breath fans across your face as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“And you have me, but I’m asking what you want right now.” Loki slips his tongue out and licks a stripe up your neck, he hums quietly, blowing cool air over the spot he just licked. Your fingers reach out to tangle in his hair, you turn your face to meet his eyes.

“I want to ride you, I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to shatter around you until I can no longer think of anything besides your name.” Loki’s eyes light up at your words and before you can even comprehend what’s happening he moves onto the bed pulling you onto his lap.

“Who would I be if I didn’t oblige every one of your desires and fantasies darling?” You sit straddling his lap, your fingers interlock behind his neck, he presses his forehead against yours as he guides his cock to your entrance. You both groan as you sink onto his length, his hands grip your hips to help you move. You bury your face in his neck as his cock stretches you open, you bounce up and down, cherishing the feeling of his cock buried deeply inside you. Loki’s hands massage and pull at the flesh of your hips eliciting another loud moan from your throat. His steady hold helps you keep rhythm. A sheen layer of sweat forms on the back of your neck as you continue to work yourself on his cock, the drag of it coupled with the new intense position was quickly working you to your climax.

You turn your head from his neck to capture his lips. Loki lifts one of his hands from your hips to crush your face against his. His tongue consumes your mouth in a sloppy, passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as he pulls your body closer to his, your clit catching on the skin of his groin.

“Loki — Loki I want us to cum together.”

“Then I suggest you hurry little fox, you’ve had me on edge since you walked through the door in that dress.” Loki’s hands on you tightens, he moves his hips to meet each one of your thrusts, the pressure builds quickly in your lower stomach, all the skin in contact with Loki heats as you race towards your climax.

“Loki, Gods I’m going to cum!” Your orgasm hits full force, you slump against Loki’s chest as he continues to thrust upwards into you, he lets out a loud groan and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“I’m your God darling, only me.” Loki’s chest rises and falls quickly. He falls back against the bed, holding you close to his chest. His hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. You shift your hips, feeling Loki still inside you. You try to move off his lap but he holds you against his chest. Locking you in place on top of him.

“Loki, I need to go back to my own chambers tonight, my friend brought up how I didn’t come home last night. It'll be too suspicious if I’m gone again tonight.” You try to pull away again but Loki doesn’t loosen his hold on you.

“You can spare a few more hours darling.” For some reason his words anger you. You push with all your might and he finally releases you.

“Loki, you are not risking anything by seeing me, I’m risking everything. I can not be caught up in this. I will not, I’ve worked too hard to have it crumbled by you.”

“Little fox, I’ve promised you safety, I meant that. Stay with me a while longer, we’ve just gotten started.” You stand from the bed quickly, trying to ignore the wobble of your legs, you walk from his bed chambers back to where your dress lays against the ground.

“No, I need to get back before anyone else notices my absence. I’m willing to bruise your ego to make sure my reputation is not defamed.” You turn to see Loki standing naked, his face looks pained for a moment before it returns to it’s normal stoic expression. He turns his head to the side, the green glow appears, he’s suddenly fully dressed again.

“Very well then. It seems I misunderstood our arrangement.” You narrow your eyes at his words.

“Our arrangement? If I remember correctly last night we only talked about my selfishness? You allowing me to explore pleasure. Now who’s the one being selfish?” You walk closer to him, until your chests are touching. You stare into his eyes with as much intensity as you could muster.

“Then stay and continue to be selfish darling. Can you look me in my eyes and tell me that you want to leave right now?” His hand comes up to touch the side of your face but you move away and look at the ground before he can.

“It’s not about what I want Loki, I can’t be swept up into rumors.” Loki moves quickly to wrap his arms around you, his fingers moving to the straps of your dress, he slowly pushes them off your shoulders. You want to move, you know you should move but his soft touch keeps you firmly planted in your spot.

“You’re right you shouldn’t be swept into rumors, and I’ll see to it that you're not. I can charm a double of you to go to your chambers, it’ll walk past everyone and go straight to your room to sleep.” Loki pushes the straps completely off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your feet for the second time tonight. He pushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your lips with fervor. You finally move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Loki easily pulls you off the ground, walking towards the couch. He sits with you straddling his lap, your lips fight his for dominance, if you’re going to stay he needs to give up control. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull his head. He stares up at you in amusement.

“If I’m staying you’ll have to make it worth my while.” Loki tries to move his head but you keep a firm hold.

“I fully intend to, darling, all you have to do is ask for what you want.” You lower your mouth until it's close to his face. You feel him shiver when your lips press against the sensitive skin of his neck just below his ear.

“I want to be in control darling .” Loki’s normal term of endearment falls off your lips smoothly, his hips buck up into you as his arms tighten around you.

“Anything you wish for, little fox, the control is all yours.” At his words you pull his head up and lick into his mouth.

“I think I’d like you better on your knees.” His breath catches but he’s quick to set you carefully on the couch before kneeling between your legs. “It’s a bit unfair that you're fully dressed, why don’t you change that?” The green glow appears around Loki, once it disappears you take in his full nude body again. You meet his eyes and you’re captivated by the intensity behind them, you notice his small smirk, he seems fully amused at the stunt you’ve pulled. You didn’t think you’d make it this far, your mind goes blank trying to think of how Loki commanded you last night. You just wanted to prove a point, but now you're determined to see it through.

“I think I rather like you being in charge.” Loki presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh as he speaks. You lean forward to grab his jaw, tilting his face to look up at you.

“Don’t speak unless I say so, now be good and bury your face between my legs, you said the night had barely started, why don’t you show me what else you had in mind.”  Loki’s eyes narrow slightly, he presses an open mouth kiss high up on your thigh before dragging his lips closer to your center. Your fingers stroke his hair as he licks a long stripe up to your clit, his mouth latches there. Your head falls back and you let out a high pitched whine, his mouth is fucking magical. Loki wraps his fingers around your thighs, pulling them onto his shoulders. His tongue continues to swirl around your clit and the surrounding area. You tug on his hair pulling his head even closer to you. You look down and see his eyes are still trained on your face. You push the stray hairs away from his eyes, whispering praise to him. Loki hums, his eyes closing as he drives you closer to your peak. You roll your hips on his face to create more friction. Loki’s hands tighten around your thighs, his fingers scraping against your skin.

“Fingers— add your fingers, I’m so close.” His right hand peels away from your thigh and works its way to your entrance, he teases you for a moment before sinking two of his fingers into your cunt. His fingers mixed with his tongue pushes you over the edge into another mind shattering orgasm, your grip tightens on his hair as you buck your hips into his face, he moves with you and lets your orgasm work through your body in full. Loki places a few soft kisses to your inner thigh before pulling away to look at you.

“What else would you like, little fox? I’m here for you to use.” His words send another shockwave through your body. You sit up further and turn around, your fingers grip the back of the couch as you arch your back. You turn your head to look at Loki.

“Take me from behind, and don’t be gentle.” You watch as a devious smile spreads on Loki’s face, he stands to his full height, towering over you. You turn your head to keep his eye contact, he lets his fingers trail down your spine as he lines up with your entrance. You feel the blunt head of his cock rubbing against your cunt, sending more pleasure through your body. The head of his cock presses inside of you and he pauses for a second. His hands moving to your hips. He pulls you back roughly until he’s buried deeply inside of you again for the second time tonight. His fingers dig into the bruises he left the night before as he viciously thrusts into you. Your head falls forward to touch your forehead against the soft fabric of the couch. You swear this is the deepest Loki has ever been inside of you, his thrusts continue relentlessly. You arch your back more, the angle changes causing both of you to groan. You reach a hand between your thighs to rub at your over sensitive clit. Loki catches your hand and places it back on the couch before sneaking his own hand between your legs.

“Your pleasure belongs to me darling — oh I’m sorry am I allowed to talk yet?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. You throw your head back to look at him and aren’t surprised to see the signature smirk on his lips.

“Shut up and fuck me harder.” Your words wipe the smirk right off his face, his thrusts become brutal, abusing your poor cunt. His fingers speed up on your clit, yet again launching you closer to another orgasm.

“You’re so worried about your reputation darling, yet you aren’t worried for them to see you limping for the next week?” Your fingers tighten on the couch, your nails digging into the fabric deeply. If you weren’t so close to your release you would push him off you and leave right now. Loki feels you tighten and flutter around him, he leans over the couch moving his hand from your hip to cover your own.

“Stay with me tonight little fox — please.” Loki’s voice sounds strained against your ear, your heart stops for a second, you’ve never known Loki, the God of Mischief, to ever beg anyone for anything. Your fingers spread letting him interlock his own with yours as he continues the brutal rhythm.

“Just for the night.” You whisper back to him, turning your face to look at him. He lips meet yours desperately, he murmurs something against them but you're to swept up in your own pleasure to figure out what he had said. Your orgasm peeks on a particularly violent thrust, you flutter around Loki, pressing your hips back further to grind against him. Loki shifts behind you, wrapping both his arms around your stomach, his forehead presses against your spine as he continues to thrust into you, slower now. His arms are the only thing holding you up at this point, your entire body has liquified with the power of your third orgasm. Loki lets out a soft groan behind you, his teeth scraping against the skin of your back. He hips slowing to a stop. He pulls out of you as gently as possible but you still hiss at the feeling of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. Loki lays your body against the soft couch, he gets up and works his way into the bathing room and returns quickly with a steaming towel. He presses it between your thighs to clean you. The intimacy of the action causes heat to rise to your cheeks.

You watch as his eyebrows furrow, his hand gently working the soft, warm towel between your legs, you almost giggle at how focused he looks. Once he’s satisfied with his work the towel disappears in a green glow and his eyes move to look at you.

“Lets go lay down” Loki helps you stand on your shaky legs and places a hand on the small of your back, leading you to his bed again, he places a kiss to your lips before he pulls back the duvet for you to lay down.

“I can’t keep disappearing every night to come here.” Loki sighs at your words as he gets into the bed on his respective side. He pulls you close against his body and begins to mindlessly play with your hair.

“You’re right, what about every other night?” You prop yourself up to glare at him.

“Once a week.” Loki narrows his own eyes at you. You hold his gaze until his features soften again.

“Once a week it is then, but just now you’re welcome in my bed any day of the week, you have an open invitation to my rooms.” You settle back down against his chest, his fingers move back to your hair.

“I’m only here right now because you asked so nicely, I didn’t think you had manners, it seems I was mistaken.” Loki lets out a small laugh at your playful insult.

“You’re the only one who will ever receive that treatment from me.” You turn your head to look at him, his eyes meet yours, he looks so tired, not just physically, he looks mentally exhausted.

“And why is that Loki?” Loki’s eyes light up a bit, a soft smile tugs on his lips.

“I’ve told you little fox, you’ve piqued my interest, your presence is intoxicating. I’ll do anything to keep you at my side, including asking nicely — and maybe I’ll even admit I’m wrong at some point, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late, I think my ego could rival yours now.” Loki laughs again, his fingers rub at your scalp and you’re quickly lulled into another peaceful sleep tucked next to Loki’s side.