#Ughh day off and I feel like shit again

[ist4rgirlo]

i want a conrad x famous reader imagine so bad rn!! the fisher-conklins meeting her (susannah is alive cause connie needs to be happy) and thinking she’s so cool but belly just thinking “she’s not all that” cause she’s jealous! idk they in love and met at brown cause she was filming a movie there and they fell in love

ughh it just warms my heart and her fans love him cause our conrad needs some lovin

────── 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

HEADCANONS !

summary : conrad fisher bringing famous!reader home.

warnings: FLUFF, belly being a jealous b*tch, shit talking, physical touch

You guys first met at Brown, you were filming something there for your series when you saw Conrad pass by. You thought he was cute so you literally did everything to get his number, it might be creepy but you told your assitants and your makeup artists to go up to him and ask him for his number, at first he was sketchy about it but soon gave it when he knew that it was you.

You have always been one of his favorite actors and he always had a little crush on you and would watch series that you are in. You guys got close but there was still something happening to him and Belly which you respected so you guys stayed as friends for a long time.

You would hang out with him and sometimes post about it, but stopped because he told you that Belly kind of got jealous about the comments because your fans were just shipping you with him.

Him and Belly decided to take a break to focus in their own things. He did want to get back with her because they didn’t have even end things you know? but he decided not to because he saw his brother and Belly kiss so that just broke his heart in so many pieces that he thought he could never trust anyone ever again.

But you were the only exception, you never took advantage of his feelings. You never broke his trust so he kept on coming to you.

You basically helped him put his heart back into one piece. That soon developed, with you doing that, he started to fall inlove with. You’ve always had a thing for him, you always liked him, it never stopped.

There was just an event that you got invited to and you decided to have him as plus one and that just escalated things quickly, rumors happened. You guys were so sweet during the event, there were pictures where Conrad was touching you, you guys were just so touchy that night. You couldn’t take your hands off of each other.

Both of you basically realized that you have feeling for each other so you started going out and going on dates more. Your fans absolutely loved it. You guys were just inseparable, he was so happy, you were so happy. You were meant for each other, you guys got together.

After a month or three of dating, he decided to finally bring you back home to meet the Conklins and the Fishers. Susannah ABSOLUTELY loved you and thought that you were so cool to the point where she would always invite you to dinners or lunch with the family or just you two.

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During the dinner

“Omg I absolutely loved you in that series!” Susannah said excitedly. You giggled, amused about the stories the Susannah is telling about her watching the series with you in it. She said that you were her favorite character and she thought that you were so cool.

Laurel agreed, “Yes! I used to watch that with Belly, right? You loved that series!” she said, nudging Belly with her elbow. Belly shrugged, “Yeah sure, she’s not really all that. She’s fine” she said, scoffing. Making your brows furrow, you just nodded, “Yeah, I kind of messed up a lot of times there” you said said, agreeing. You felt Conrad’s hand reach for your hand, he looked at you shaking his head, “No no, you we’re absolutely amazing, baby. I loved that series, you we’re so good, I could watch it all day” Conrad said, smiling at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. You heard Belly scoff but you chose to ignore it, just listening to your boyfriend compliment you, placing a kiss on his cheek.

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Conrad was the most supportive boyfriend you could ever have. Whenever you are filming something, he would always go there when he have the free time. He would bring you food, sweets and just anything tht you want. He would he there, happily watching you.

You would take him to events and red carpets. You wouldn’t always tell him to go since he wasn’t really the type to like the famous life, you would always ask him first and respect what he wants. He would always say yes and is happy to go with you, support you there and be your hype man.

When your fans knew that you guys are together GOD they absolutely loved Conrad. They would always ask where he is whenever they would see you in the streets when you are not with him, they would ask you to make him join your live if you go live on ig or tiktok or wherever.

They knew how sweet of a boyfriend Conrad was. He was literally the STANDARD LIKE LITERALLY. He would get a lot of praises and a lot of love, it did overwhelm him a little bit BUT THATS WHAT CONNIE DESERVES, you always told him that it was he deseves, he knows it he just does.

Well ofcours your love for him still had a different effect on him. OMG the love you give this man is absolutely out of this world. A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENED TO HIM AND HE JUST DESERVES A LOT OF LOVE YOU KNOW? so you give him a lot of love. You just basically melt him with all of your love.

You are head over heels with him and he is to you too. You just love each other so deeply.

another cutesy headcanon for connie baby. i absolutely love giving him love in my fics BECAUSE IT IS WHAT HE DESERVES SO KEEP EM COMING EVERYONE <3

[bitchimasnake-sss]

unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!

in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)

warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)

luffy:

sfw!!

- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired

nsfw!!

- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with

bonus!!

- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃

zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3

[vendetta-ari]

Your fav anon is backkkkk! Hey Love! May I request a Vox (and you can include Lucifer too) x Artist (f!) reader headcannons? As I’ve said before, take your time! ♡ ♡

UGHH OH MY FUCKIN GOD IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO GET TO YOUR ASK BRO ILYSM ANON TYSM FOR YOU PATIENCE UR FRFR MY FAV ANON ♡♡♡

anyways, here Luci + Vox x artist reader

Lucifer

~ Lucifer and you always create and paint things together, he loves your creativity and he adores your art

~ You and Luci exchange ducks on special days, like valentine's day,  Christmas, and birthdays.

~ You always exchange art tips with each other,  bother being artists and your own unique ways.

~ Many times you have painted Lucifer's ducks for him when he's feeling down.

~ You two took a picture on your anniversary and you printed it out and painted it, he hangs it up on his wall and he always says its “The best thing I've ever, ever owned my dear!” he always gets all cheery and smiles when he sees it

~ You paint lucifers nails for him, last time you made a lil duck design on them

~ People can always tell when you two have been hanging out because the two of you are all giggly and smiling covered in paint

~ You painted a mural in his room, an apple using both his and your favorite colors

~ you give all your art pieces to Luci, you tried to sell one of them and the poor guy almost cried

~ he's basically drowning in your paintings and all your artwork, he doesn't mind at all though. although he is running out of space…

~ whatever he'll just expand his room to fit more of your work.

~ you have forced Lucifer to let you do makeup on him, he wasn't too happy but you laughed your ass off at his annoyance and makeup covered face

~ He cant stay mad at you for too long though, when your mad at luci you'll grab one of his ducks and paint them a different color completely and rub paint off some off his other ducks

~ when you finally calm down you repaint all for them with him though, as an apology. 

~ the two of you often take walks through the rings of hell for inspiration 

~ surprisingly, the screams of everyone being tortured is great to get those creative juices flowing

Vox

☆ Now let's be for real here guys, Vox can't draw for shit, so him being with an artist reader is kinda cute and unique and funny

☆ But you on the other hand, “your art is beautiful! n’ it should be hung up in a museum or something like that doll, I seriously dunno how you do it”

☆ During certain shows where they need sets, props, or anything related to that, you'll be the one painting them being the first to volunteer  you totally didn't draw a dick kn one of the sets and embarrass him on live television pft- noo psh- hah why would you ever do such a thing? it must've been val!

☆ You couldn't keep your laughter when Vox drew that picture of Alastor when be was throwing his hissy fit on live television 

☆ you redraw a picture of Alastor for Vox to tear up crumble and kick around as a stress reliever 

☆ Vox realized that you drew a picture of Alastor, didn't matter what it was for you still drew him, just then he got angry again and demanded that you draw a picture of him

☆ just one more thing to stroke his ego I suppose 

☆ You and velvette are besties, she often steals you away from Vox so you two can draw up outfits

☆ and he totally doesn't ever never get mad at her because of that

☆ You often draw in a red and blue journal Vox gave you as a gift once, it was in a whim but you still love it dearly 

☆ you draw pictures of him and you together with little hearts around them, but vox doesn't need to know that

☆ but one time he did look through your journal, out of curiosity. trying to hide the blush that spread across his face, he grabbed a pen and wrote little messages on a few of your doodles "Didn't know she was that obsessed with me" he mumbled under his breath while flipping through the pages

☆ “We're gonna recreate this photo tomorrow,  meet me at my office in 4:00 dollface” -Vox

☆ when you noticed the note you almost lost your mind fangirling over this TV man

☆So you did as you were told and met him at his office, getting there a little bit early

☆ And just like that he picked you up and carried you bridal style to his chair, kissing you softly all over, with you giggling and blushing, creating your drawing perfectly.

-xoxo, Ari

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Not really a sexual request but… thoughts on Daryl coming home upset? Like genuinely hurting over something or anxious about something. Personally I think Daryl would have some level of anxiety that every now and then can get bad so maybe something happens with that? Idk I just love your writing and wanna see your take on sad Daryl🫶🏻

UGHH I’ve been CRAVING some sad Daryl for a while I have this idea of Daryl having a mental break where he isolates himself from everyone because he has no clue how to properly communicate his feelings so instead he decides to stay in his own space and silently drown to death alone in his own thoughts.

Normalize holding adult men like babies because obviously thats what they are

I feel like lately my writing has been kinda bad?? 🧍🏾‍♀️Maybe this is just too short idk but something is OFF.

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It had been two weeks since Daryl locked himself and your heart in the basement.

He needed some space, that much was obvious, but the worrying started the first week when Daryl didn’t touch the plates of food you or Carol would leave outside the door. He never left the room, never made a sound either. If it weren’t for the years of a living in an apocalypse, you would’ve thought he was dead.

Daryl felt dead, his bone weighing heavy with emotion and anger he just didn’t know how to get out. Years of bottling up everything now seeped through his grimy skin, mind running two miles a minute as his hands fisted his greasy matting hair.

He almost felt like a teenager again, rotting away feeling sorry for himself in bed while internal screaming at himself because lord knows he couldn’t do it vocally. He pushed everyone away, he needed to. Nobody needed to see him like this. Nobody needed to deal with him like this. Nobody needed to help him like this.

Daryl knew you and Carol left food outside his door, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to eat. Didn’t deserve to drink. He didn’t wanna open the door one day and see one of you standing there with a pitiful look on your face. He didn’t need pity.

He also didn’t need the jarring sound of pounding at said door. “Go ‘way” He mumbled, but instead the door creaked open, softly shutting. Maybe he should learn how to use a lock.

“Daryl” You voice was soft against his burning ears, however he felt a twinge of anger surge through him. “Get out. Don’t need anythin” He pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed and only glancing over at where you stood with your arms tightly folded. “It’s been weeks”

He knows. “So? Gonna be another weeks too, now leave” You stood firmly in place, not budging.

Daryl screamed at himself for trying to throw you out, you of all people. Only his internal monologue didn’t match the one coming out his mouth. “Dammit woman I told ya ta leave!”

You stared at him silently, taking a few steps towards him and not faltering when he stood up, merely inches from your face. “Don’ need ya in here feelin’ fuckin’ sorry makin’ me feel worse”

“Well if it makes you feel any shitter I feel sorry for you inside and outside the door” You shrugged up at him, looking at him with a more causal expression than anything. “Why are you pushing me away Dixon?” Daryl bared his teeth at the question, angry at himself cause he didn’t know why. “Why’re ya in here?”

“That’s not answering my question” You scoffed, and Daryl turned to frustrated kick the night stand. “I don’ hafta answer tha’ stupid fuckin’ question! Why can’ ya jus’ leave me tha’ fuck alone?” He began pacing around the room, trying to put distance between the two of you continued to stubbornly close it. “Because I give a shit? You don’t get to suffer in here alone because think you deseve it”

You shoved Daryl’s chest, and surprisingly he shoved back, tears burning hot in his eyes. “Why not?!”

Your face softened and you grabbed Daryl’s hands, holding them tightly in yours. “Fucking stop!” He tried pulling himself out your grip, shaking his head as more traitorous tears spilled. Daryl grunted as you pulled his arms towards you, causing him to stumble which gave you the opening to finally capture him in a tight hug. “Get offa me” He mumbled even as his body desperately melted against yours. “It’s okay sweetheart” You whispered the words and walked backwards, lying on the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

“Ya shouldn’t- Ya shouldn’t see me like this” Daryl buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling an unfamiliar lump form in his throat. He no longer felt anger, but saddness. He was sad, so sad that he didn’t know what do to other then straying away. His chest hurt, and he felt so vulnerable in your arms that he just exploded, body shaking as sobs racked through him. “I’m here now babyboy, it’s okay” You, quite literally, tangled your fingers into his hair, soothingly scratching the scalp as Daryl’s tears ran down your skin and soaked your shirt.

It hurt so bad yet felt so good to finally, finally let it all out.

You moved to sit up against the wall, bringing Daryl along with you and positioning him to lay across against your shoulder, brushing hair out his red as he sniffled. You wiped his tears with your hand, staring down lovingly at him as you stroked his cheek. “Tell me what's hurting you” You whispered, listening to his soft whimpers and snotty sniffles. Daryl leaned his head against you, eyes flickering up to meet yours as he searched your face. He felt so grateful to have someone like you, caring about someone like him.

“Jus’ everythin” He whispered back.

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there. “Anything in particular?”

Daryl shook his head, soaking up every ounce of attention you gave him. Each tear was wiped away by soft fingers, followed by a gentle kiss.

For the first time, Daryl felt like a little kid, huddled up sweetly in your arms as you ran your hands across his back, slowly rocking his frail frame.

He cried harder than he ever has, muffling sobs into to the fabric of your shirt. You only stroked his hair and told him that it was all okay.

And he believed you.

Daryl could physically feel the love radiating off you, seeping through his clothes and filing his weakened body.

It was so peaceful in the room beside from Daryl’s sniffing, he felt like you were the only people left on earth. As he glanced up at you through clumped lashes, he wished that you were.

“M’sorry” He mumbled.

You quirked a bow. “For what?”

“Fer pushin’ you”

“Away or earlier?” Daryl shook his head slightly.

“Both” He responded.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Ugh. I guess I forgive you”

Daryl cracked a small smile, one of his fidgety hands reaching for yours. His fingers were cold compared to yours.

“I love you” You whispered, squeezing his hand in yours.

He searched your face, eyes glassy as they once again filled up with tears. “I- I love ya too”

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[lonelym00n]

Is it okay to run when you're feeling weak?

Part 3 of The Devil Likes the Pirate Series

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: You get closer with Tara and all her friends. She opens up to you about her past.

It had been a few days since you last saw Tara, and though she did follow up on her promise to text you, it was hard not to feel a bit sad about the time spent away from her. And sure, maybe it was ridiculous to be feeling that way, but within the short span of time that you’d gotten to know her, Tara had you wrapped tightly around her pinky finger. 

You’re currently tucked into your favorite corner of Blackmore’s library, textbooks splayed haphazardly in front of you. Your backpack occupies the chair to your right and the two positioned across from you remain empty, a rare occurrence for this time of the year. You would’ve expected the library to be filled with students cramming for exams, but then again, you had to admit that midterm week wasn’t as hellish as you expected it to be. While you normally despised studying, you were honestly just more thankful for the reprieve from being buried up to your eyeballs in assignments. 

Your attention is barely on your studies, way too preoccupied with thoughts of Tara and when you’d get to see her next. The last you’d heard from her was that Sam had her locked up in their ‘dungeon of an apartment’ and that she likely wouldn’t be able to escape for a while. You felt bad for being the cause of not only a huge fight between the two sisters, but the loss of Tara’s freedom too. You’d jokingly told Tara over text that you’d shimmy up the fire escape so the two of you could hangout and she replied that Sam would probably shoot you if she caught you. Having witnessed how scary the older girl was when mad, you certainly weren’t going to find out if the threat was empty or not. 

Just as you’re about to turn back to your work, your phone buzzes with a notification. You curiously shift your eyes to it and nearly jump out of your seat in joy as Tara’s contact name is displayed on the screen.

Tara: hey stranger

Y/N: hey matey

Tara: enoughhhh pirate jokes 

Y/N: okay okay

Y/N: so what’s up?

Tara: i’m bored, pls tell me ur doing something fun so i can live vicariously through u

Y/N: sorry nothing exciting, just studying for midterms in the library

Tara: shit i almost forgot about those

Tara: i hate house arrest

Y/N: house arrest must suck

Y/N: any chance you’ll be off of it soon?

Tara: ughh hopefully sometime this week

Tara: why, do you miss me or something? ;)

Y/N: god you’re insufferable

Y/N: but… maybe i do miss u just a little bit

Tara: awww i knew it <3

Tara: i’ll talk to sam when she gets back from the store and see what i can do

You click your phone off with a sigh. Sam would probably refuse to let Tara out of the house and you’d be stuck thinking about her from a distance. Whatever reason Sam has for being so protective of Tara must be a really good one. You couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened. Tara did mention that she’d tell you eventually, and you made a mental note to be extremely patient with her in the meantime. 

Reaching into your backpack, you pull out a pair of noise canceling headphones and place them onto your head. You switch on some soft music to play in the background while studying and start reviewing the exam material.

You sit hunched over your thick textbook for what must’ve been at least an hour or two. You’re so engrossed in your reading that you don’t notice that the two chairs in front of you are being pulled out. It isn’t until you feel a tap on your shoulder that you register that there are now two people sitting in front of you. 

“Oh shit!” You jump slightly in surprise and tear the headphones off your head. “So sorry, I didn’t even see you sit down.”

You finally glance up to see who is in front of you and promptly choke on your spit.

Tara grins cheekily back at you, grin stretching further at the coughing fit you’re now caught up in. “Surprise!”

“Tara, what the hell are you doing here?!” You practically splutter out the question, cheeks tinting pink (as they so often do around Tara) in embarrassment when you realize that another person is witnessing you literally choke at the sight of Tara. 

Tara mischievously raises a single eyebrow at you and her eyes twinkle with joy, “You should know by now that giving your location to your kidnapper is a bad idea.”

You laugh gleefully at the familiar joke and a feeling of warmth blossoms throughout your chest. 

“Jokes aside, I convinced Sam to let me come here to study for midterms. She allowed it but made me bring a friend with me.” She turns to where her friend is sitting silently beside her and then looks back at you, “Do you remember Mindy?”

The girl looks sort of familiar, but you couldn’t say you remembered exactly who she was. You smile apologetically at her and exchange a quick hello before speaking, “It’s nice to officially meet you Mindy. I’m assuming you were part of the group that helped rescue me?”

Thankfully, Mindy doesn’t seem offended that you don’t remember her. She nods and slowly smirks, “Y’know I’m not surprised you don’t remember me, you were too busy making googly eyes at Tara here to notice anybody else.” 

You flush a deep red before groaning and ducking your head down to bury yourself in your abandoned textbook. 

Above you, Tara and Mindy snicker at your reaction. 

“Told you she blushes easily.” The two laugh some more at Tara's retort.

You lift your head up with a frown etched onto your face. Promptly, you flip both of them off. They each respond with a chuckle.

“Anyways, even though you so rudely insulted me,” you roll your eyes playfully at Mindy before softening your expression, “I want to say I really appreciate whatever your part in helping me that night was. I already told Tara this, but it means so much to me that you guys were looking out for me. I’m sorry for whatever drama I caused in the aftermath”

Tara eyes you softly while Mindy waves off your apology. “No need to apologize. It was the right thing to do and I’m glad we were able to help. Even if Sam did almost kill me”

Tara swats Mindy on the shoulder for her comment. Deciding to change the subject, she scans her eyes across your study space before fixing you with a scrutinizing look. “How long have you been here for?”

“Uhh,” you tap your pencil against the desk while you think, “Two, maybe three hours. Why?”

Tara gasps and tuts at you disapprovingly, “Have you taken a break from studying to eat something at least?”

You shake your head, now that she’s mentioned it, you could use a snack. 

She stands up and gently pulls you out of your seat. “C’mon,” she tugs your arm, “I’m gonna get you a snack.”

Obediently, you go to follow, but stop dead in your tracks when Mindy speaks up in alarm, “Wait, Tara?!” 

Tara sighs heavily, drops your arm, and gives you a pointed look that tells you to wait where you are while she goes to talk to Mindy,

From your spot a few feet away, you can just barely make out their hushed conversation.

“You heard Sam, she said I need to stay with you at all times! We can’t piss her off again.” 

Tara grunts in annoyance, “No, she said not to let me out of your sight. We’re just going to the coffee place right over there, you can watch us from where you are.”

“I don’t know.” Mindy sounds unsure.

“Mindy please? I’ll buy you a brownie and a latte.” You can tell by her adorable tone that she’s pouting and it takes a lot of self-discipline not to turn around to see it.

Mindy draws out a long groan, “Fine! But I’m gonna be watching so don’t do anything I wouldn’t want to see.”

Tara’s smile is triumphant as she skips over to you and threads her fingers through yours. You give her hand a small squeeze. 

As the two of you wait in line, she looks up at you sweetly, “So did you really miss me or were you just joking earlier?”

You bite your lip, hoping to god she won’t tease you if you tell the truth. “I did miss you. You grew on me really quickly Tara.”

She sighs happily, “Good, because I was thinking the same thing. I really missed you too.”

You grin like an idiot, so glad that you weren’t alone in your sentiment. 

The line shifts up slightly and it is swiftly your turn to order. You give the barista your order and motion for Tara to do the same. When she relays her coffee order, you do your best to commit it to memory. She adds Mindy’s items and before she can retrieve her wallet, you whip out your card and tap it against the screen. Tara glares at you but you only smile back innocently.

The two of you slide down to wait for your food and drinks to be ready. 

“Well,” Tara drags out the word and releases a breath, “I know you’re probably wondering why Sam locked me in the apartment or why I couldn’t come here without Mindy. And I do owe you an explanation but-”

You hastily cut her off, “You don’t owe me an explanation for anything Tara. It’s all up to whether you want to tell me or not. Whatever it is you went through, it’s obviously a very big deal. I’d understand if it’s not something you want to ever share with me.”

She pulls you into a quick hug, “I do want to tell you, but I think I need more time. Just so you know though, it’s something that me, Mindy, Chad, and Sam all went through. That’s why we’re all so protective of each other.”

You give her an understanding look, “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

She nods, “Sam’s still really mad at me and she probably won’t let me go alone anywhere for a while. I do want to keep hanging out with you though. Do you mind that it has to be with one of my friends?”

Your brow furrows slightly and you’re fast to shake your head, “No I don’t mind at all. I totally get it and I’m honestly just happy that I get to see you at all. Plus, your friends seem really nice, it’d be nice to get to know them.”

Tara sighs in relief before wrapping her arms around your neck and leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. 

You smile brightly at the gesture. 

A few seconds later your name is called and you step forward to collect the order. Tara grabs the items you’re unable to scoop up. The two of you return back to where Mindy is sitting.

She chirps out a thanks and the three of you enjoy your food silently. The rest of the afternoon is spent with you continuing to study, with Tara and Mindy begrudgingly joining you. You take frequent breaks to poke fun at each other and your heart flutters happily in your chest. If this is what it felt like to have friends, you never wanted to let them go.

From that day forward, you began to spend a lot of time with Tara and her ragtag group of friends. You loved hanging out with them, they were everything you felt you’d been missing in college. Mindy was sarcastic and hilarious and Anika was kind and bubbly. You liked her especially because she would always put a stop to Mindy’s teasing. Chad was cool, but you found him to be a bit more intimidating than everyone else. You didn’t mind Ethan, he was just a bit too shy and dorky for your liking. 

Overall, you found a sense of home in the group. You were so grateful that they accepted you into their circle with open arms. 

Your feelings for Tara were stronger than you’d ever felt for anyone thus far in your life. Her personality shone so brightly, it was no wonder why all her friends gravitated towards her so strongly. She was so sweet, yet so witty, brave, and strong. You are beyond thankful that you were lucky enough to stumble into her life, and you tell her so all the time.

The weeks fly by as you become even further integrated into the group of friends. You’re no longer on the outside, you’re one of them. Not a day goes by where you don’t feel so fortunate to have met them.

It’s after one of your many hangouts with Tara, Mindy, and Anika (you refer to them as double dates in your head) that Tara tells you she has a surprise for you. She takes you to a beautiful park and leads you to a more secluded spot, where a picnic is neatly laid out. You squeal like a child and excitedly run over to take a seat on the blanket. A conversation you can’t make out plays behind you.

“Anika and I are going to be just over there. We’ll be able to see you the whole time. Are you sure you want to tell her?”

Though Tara feels nervous, she nods her head nonetheless, “I trust her Mindy. It’s going to hurt like hell to talk about it again, but I want her to know. Besides, she’s in danger even being around us, so I feel like I owe it to her to tell her.”

Mindy agrees, she’d done the same thing with Anika when things got serious between them. She understands the position that Tara is in. “Okay. Call out if you need us.”

The three girls split off, heading their separate ways. 

Tara plops down next to where you’re splayed out on the blanket, her thigh bumping against your own. You grin lazily at her.

She takes a moment to herself to admire you. Her fingers card through your hair before shifting to smooth the pads of her thumbs across your cheeks. You relax into the touch, sighing softly.

Tara’s lips press to your forehead and you close your eyes at the gentle contact.

She murmurs out your name and you leisurely open your eyes. “I’m ready to tell you about what happened.”

You open your mouth to protest but she shuts down your attempt, “No it’s okay, I want to tell you. Everyone else is okay with you knowing. Even Sam.”

You sit up straight, “Even Sam? She knows about me?”

Tara eyes you a little guiltily, “ I told her a while ago that we’ve been hanging out. She isn’t thrilled about it, but she was glad to at least know. She’s been trying to meet you, but I keep turning her down. I didn’t want her to scare you away before I could give you the full story.”

It’s a little scary that Tara’s overprotective sister knows about you, but you reassure Tara that it’s fine. “Well at least we haven’t been sneaking around her back, she’d probably be more upset if that were the case. I’d love to meet her someday.”

Tara seems thankful that you don’t freak out about it. The two of you sit in silence for a moment. Tara turns to face you, a faraway look in her eyes. Sensing that things are about to get heavy, you give Tara your full attention. 

“Have you ever heard of the Stab movies?”

You scratch your chin in thought. “Maybe? I think I’ve heard of them but I’ve never seen one.”

“Well,” she explains, “The original movie is based upon a series of killings that took place in Woodsboro, California. The two killers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy and killed a bunch of their friends. After the first Stab movie came out, the events of the killings became well-known by everyone.”

You’re completely unsure why you’re hearing facts about this movie, but Tara must have a reason, so you remain silent.

“Ever since the original killings and the first Stab movie, different people have taken up the killer’s mantle. These series of killings have been repeated five different times and three of them have taken place in Woodsboro.”

You feel dumb, how hadn’t you heard about a literal horror movie being remade five different times? “Oh my gosh, I had no idea.”

Tara’s eyes brim with tears and she looks smaller than ever at this moment. “Y/N, I moved here from Woodsboro a few months ago.” 

You gasp and tears jump into your own eyes. You gently pull Tara into your lap to comfort her. “Oh Tara, I’m so sorry. It must’ve been so scary to live there.” 

You press a few soft kisses into her hairline as her tears begin to silently drip down her face. 

“I didn’t just live there." She pauses for a long moment. "I lived through one of the killings.”

Oh my god. Your body shakes as your own tears spill out. You hug her closer to you and she wraps her arms around your neck.

After a minute of quietly sobbing, she continues with what you are sure must’ve been a real-life nightmare, “It’s a tradition for the killer to wear a black cloak and a white mask with a screaming ghost face. I was home alone the first time I got attacked. I got stabbed seven different times and the killer broke my leg.”

She cries into your shirt and you clutch her so tightly in your arms. It’s unbelievable to hear that the girl who seems so put together at all times almost died a few months ago. 

“I was so scared when I woke up in the hospital. It was almost impossible to believe that I had survived. And then about a day later, I was attacked again at the hospital.”

You reach aimlessly into the picnic basket and fish out a bottle of water, which you then offer to Tara. She takes a meek sip, but gives you a grateful look.

“After that, Sam decided we needed to leave town. It wasn’t safe anywhere. But, I didn’t have an inhaler with me, so we had to stop at my girlfriend’s house, where I kept a spare. It was a trap, and my sister’s boyfriend Richie and my girlfriend, Amber, revealed themselves to be the killers.”

She sobs brokenly at the mention of her girlfriend. You do everything you can think of to comfort her, even while knowing that it would never be enough to make her feel better. The betrayal of her own girlfriend almost killing her would likely stay in her mind forever.

“Fighting spread all throughout the house. Eventually, Amber and Richie were overpowered. Sam killed Richie but I- I-” 

You coo at her and rub your hands soothingly around her whole body. She’s crying so hard she can barely breathe and you fish out the inhaler you’ve seen her take out of the front pocket of her pants many different times. You spew words of praise and encouragement at her as her shaky hand wraps around it and she takes a puff of much needed air.

Once her breathing has calmed, she continues her sentence from earlier, “I killed Amber. I shot my own girlfriend right in the forehead. I’ll never forget seeing her body crash into the ground. Some days I can’t live with the thought of what I did to her.”

“I’m so so sorry Tara. She never should’ve put you through that.”

Tara sniffles. “I lost so much over the course of three days. We all did. Our best friend Wes and his mother were killed. Chad was attacked and he lost his girlfriend, Liv. Mindy got stabbed in the shoulder. We didn’t deserve to go through all that pain.”

You hum in agreement. The three people you proudly called your friends certainly didn’t deserve that. You had so much more love and appreciation for them now knowing what they’d fought through. 

Tara has calmed down a bit and just as you think the worst of it is over, she speaks up again, “A few more things. Sam is the daughter of Billy Loomis, the original ghostface killer. I learned during Woodsboro that she and I have different dads. Mindy and Chad’s uncle, Randy, was a part of the original killings and didn’t make it through the second. Basically, all of this means that you’re in a ton of danger just from hanging around with us. Ghostface always comes back to haunt the survivors.”

While you should, you don’t care that your life is in danger. You’re more worried about someone coming back to attack your friends. You would never be the same if you lost one of them so cruelly.

Tara has stopped crying, but she still looks so sad. “I understand if you don’t want to hang around us, you know?”

You huff out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Tenderly, you tilt Tara’s chin up until her eyes meet yours. “Tara, I could never leave you or our friends. In fact, you’re going to have to try harder than ever to get rid of me. Now I’m the one who’s not going to let you out of their sight.”

Her brown eyes swirl with so many different emotions as she looks up at you. You’d pay a million dollars for the chance to take a peek inside her head right now. 

You’re suddenly met with the familiar warmth of her lips pressing gently into yours. You melt into the sweet kiss.

Tara pulls back reluctantly and bops you on the nose while she slowly climbs off of your lap. You miss her warmth immediately, but don’t protest.

“Look, Y/N, I really really like you. But as much as I want to be, I’m not ready for a relationship right now. I’m sorry, I never meant to lead you on.”

Tears spring out of your eyes despite your desperate attempts to keep them in. Though you are completely understanding, your heart still breaks at the news. “It’s okay Tara, I get it.”

She wants so badly to reach out and comfort you, but she feels she’s done enough damage for one night. 

You pull your knees up to your chest and cry softly. Tara, who you had flirted with and even kissed several different times, was now telling you she didn't want a relationship. Your hopes had been so high that things were going to work out romantically between the two of you that you hadn't prepared yourself for the possibility of being turned away. Regardless of the way your chest aches with sorrow, you feel stupid for crying in front of Tara, who has gone through so much. 

You swipe your tears away aggressively, berating yourself for your moment of weakness. “Can we still be friends?”

You don’t even really know why you’d asked the question. Being just friends with Tara, the girl you feel so strongly for, is going to tear you apart from the inside out. A whole new set of tears trickles uselessly down your face, clouding your vision completely. 

Tara’s heart clenches at the sadness that oozes out of you, “Of course.”

You can’t stay here anymore and let Tara witness you being a worthless mess. You call out to Anika and Mindy, who come rushing over. 

Before they make it into earshot, you whisper to Tara, “I’m sorry. I know it’s the asshole move, but I just need some time to get a handle on my feelings for you. I still really want to be your friend, but I can’t do it right away. I care about you so much, so please keep yourself safe.”

A protest flies out of her mouth as you stand up and dust yourself off. “I’m so sorry Tara, thank you for trusting me with everything, I’ll never tell another soul. See you in a bit.”

Anika and Mindy arrive shortly after you tell Tara goodbye. They try to call out to your retreating form, but you’re too wrapped up in your deprecating thoughts to listen. The three girls can only watch helplessly as you trudge further and further away.

[tomssexdoll]

Hiiiii!!! I just want to say I love your work!! if you haven't already can u please do one where tom is sick and the reader takes care of him and hes super clingy.

Thank You!!!!! Love you!!!

hi love! tysm for all the support ur so kind <3

Sick

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom has been feeling sick lately, after a meet and greet he contracted someones sickness. He's been really clingy and whiny but you love it, you take care of him because you adore and love him. A/N: this era ofc cause why tf not WARNINGS: none, just love <3

Tom has been feeling really sick lately, throwing up and sneezing quite a lot. He had a meet and greet a few days ago and thinks he contracted someones sickness, he did infact shake so many hands.

He whined and pulled me closely as I was walking by, "y/n..come here" I giggled and pulled away as he tried to kiss me "eww tom you have snot all over your nose, there's no way i'm gonna catch your sickness."

"You're so mean" he groaned and turned away from me, I rolled my eyes playfully "stop acting like a child Tom, here put your hands out" I tapped him, he turned a little and peeked at me, holding out his hands as I squirted some hand sanitizer onto them. "Rub it in, i'm not doing absolutely everything for you baby" I chuckled. He sighed dramatically loud and rubbed the sanitzer in his hands.

"Stay here and rest, I'm popping out to the shops and getting you some things" he whined again but I just ignored it, as much as I loved him he got so clingy when he was sick.

I got into my car and drove to the local pharmicist, buying medicine and a few snacks for him, the ones I knew he loved.

I returned home and heard his heavy footsteps as soon as I came to the door, he must of heard my car in the driveway.

He opened the door and hugged me tightly, "I missed you baby" he kissed the top of my head like 20 times. "Relax Tommy, go back to the couch and I'll show you what I got" I smiled.

He raced to the couch and I sat down beside him, opening the back and pulling out the medicine, along with his favourite snacks, his eyes lit up "holy shit! i love these!" he smiled brightly and kissed my cheek "thankyou schatz, ich liebe dich." He instantly starting munching on the chips I got him, groaning "it's so good" I chuckled "yeah yeah, time for medicine liebe, open up" I grabbed the bottle of medicine and poured it onto a tablespoon, grabbed the spoon from me and poured it into his mouth, gagging a litttle "fuck that tastes like shit" making dramatic faces and noises, I giggled "it's not that bad don't be dramatic."

Later in the night I woke up to him coughing quite badly, I winced, not wanting him to be in pain. I got up and got the medicine again and heated up some chicken noodle soup I had made for him before.

I softly woke him up, "liebe..you were coughing pretty badly, sit up so I can give you these" I turned the bedside lamp on and waited for him to sit up. He groggily got up, his eyes still shut.

"Ughh..I hate being sick.." he whimpered, taking the spoon of medicine from me and pouring it into his mouth again. He turned to go to sleep but I stopped him "ah ah ah, not yet tom" he groaned and I slowly fed him the soup, making sure he didn't gulp it all up at once because he did that once when he was sick and I didn't need a repeat of that event.

"Cmon liebe, lets go to sleep" I smiled softly and turned off the lamp, getting into bed beside him. He grabbed me and pulled me closer, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "need you close..love you so much" he mumbled before drifting off to sleep, I giggled quietly and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning I woke up and noticed Tom was out of bed, I went into the living room and saw him playing video games, his nose clogged with tissues and his eyes red from him itching them so much. "What did I tell you about rubbing your eyes Tom?" I groaned, rolling my eyes and stopping him from playing, applying cream onto his eyes, "baby I almost won!" he whined, I snapped back at him "I don't care Tom! You're sick and I'm taking care of you!" I heard oo's and shes mad from Bill, Gustav and Georg from his headphones, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Shut up guys" I laughed and walked off, preparing some healthy food for him to recover from his cold. I chopped up some vegetables for the soup I was making. I poured him some lemonade, "here you go baby, it'll make you feel less nauseous" I smiled and he gladly accepted the glass, slowly sipping on it as I had instructed him to multiple times before.

As I was making the food, so focused on chopping vegetables, I forgot about Tom gaming and didn't realize the yelling and noises stopped, I felt his hands wrap around my waist behind me and his soft lips pressed against my neck. I smirked and turned to look at him "yess tom?" "I love you baby, thankyou for taking care of me" he said, smiling lovingly, I kissed his lips softly "of course, you know I love you a lot."

"Hey! Didn't you say you weren't gonna kiss me cause I'm sick!" he complained, I giggled "yeah, but now you can take care of me if I get sick" I winked and he chuckled, kissing me again.

E/N: This was actually adorable, I loved writing this

[scribblewrites]

Just be with me

Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader hurt/comfort

this is my first time writing so don’t expect much

this is very much just me projecting lol. Reader feels like crap, Bakugou comforts them. He might be a bit ooc

TW: mentions of SH, Reader has anxiety/breakdown and is overall feeling bad

take care of yourselves! ♥

— Bakugou sat in the common area as the smell of the class's dinner (now slightly burnt thanks to Kaminari setting the oven wrong) filled the air. He disinterestedly scrolled his phone, occasionally listening to the extras complaining about how hard Aizawa sensei had pushed them in training. A scoff was thrown in here and there from Bakugou’s place on the couch.

Motioning to get up and start yelling at Kaminari for ruining dinner, Bakugou stopped as his phone went off with a flurry of texts. Grunting, he opened his phone again

“Tch, what the hell is it now”

——————————Y/N——————————

7:14 PM -hey

7:14 PM-can you come to my dorm?

7:16 PM -soon, please

He stared at his phone, worry slowly forming on his face. Now that he thought about it, y/n hadn’t joined the rest of the extras after class like they normally do. They hadn’t been roaming the kitchen impatiently waiting for dinner like normal either. Suddenly their absence became increasingly prevalent in his mind. He noticed a slight change in their behavior the past few days but chalked it up to the stress of upcoming exams the whole class was experiencing.

“I’ll be back, gotta grab somethin’ from my room” Bakugou hurriedly walked towards the elevators before anyone could say something.

—Reader’s POV—

You were sitting crisscross on your bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of you desperately trying to control your breathing. The stupid overwhelming feeling in your chest sat heavy as you silently willed tears, sobs, anything to escape. Anxiety weighed you down the past couple of days. Ignoring it didn't work like you hoped, resulting now in the panic and shame suffocating you.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The sting of your outer thighs began to feel more and more intense. They were scratched to hell, red marks swelling slightly in the tracks of your nails. Small cuts were littered among the scratches. Not deep enough to cause any real damage or scar, but enough to now sit as an ugly reminder of your outburst mere minutes ago.

“Ughh, why did I text him” you groaned, pressing your palms into your eyes and laying back.

It’s stupid. You just didn’t want to be alone now. it hasn’t been this bad in months, shit maybe years. Over the weekend it got progressively worse and now you’re stuck, feeling somewhere in between numbness and regret.

knock knock

The harshness of the fist on your door gave away who was there. Slowly sitting up and letting out a shaky sigh you called him in.

“It’s open.” the door quickly swung open and shut as Bakugou stormed towards you.

“What the hell is up with your ominous ass texts? You’ve been actin’ weird all day and it’s throwing me off” It only took him a few strides to cross over in front of your bed.

He looked you up and down, finally analyzing your face after his rough entrance. His face shifted slightly after he saw the dullness in your eyes and the state of your legs. The normal disinterested look on his face remained, but you didn’t miss the subtle softening in his eyebrows or the concern growing in his eyes.

“Oh.”

“hey, too you too Katsuki” The half-hearted jab fell weakly from your lips.

“Shit. Um, I could-- do you want me to"

“No.” you interrupted his awkward attempt at figuring out what to do. “I don’t want you to do anything. Last thing I need right now is someone judging me or trying to fix this.”

You pulled your knees to your chest, trying to keep your voice level as you got your request out.

“just— just be with me.”

He paused briefly, clearly searching for a response. "Tch, yeah…I can do that.”

He shuffled a bit, pulling his hands out of his pockets and crossing towards you. A sigh of relief left you as you realized he wouldn’t judge you. He didn’t try and spew fake comfort, instead, he shoved you to make room on the bed. Reaching for your laptop, he settled in next to you and scrolled through YouTube.

After a few hours of watching dumb reactions and video essays, you melted into his side. At some point, you felt his rough hand lightly rubbing your arm. Sleep was creeping over you as your eyes burned from the bright screen. Picking up your phone, you registered that it was almost 11 pm. Katsuki would’ve normally been asleep hours ago.

“It’s past your bedtime old man” you joked as you shoved the time in his face.

“I’m not the one starting to snore, dumbass” he nudged your side with no real bite to his words.

“Rude!” you chuckled and weakly shoved him back in retaliation. Settling back into his side, sleep was finally winning. Before drifting off, you whispered almost inaudibly,

“Thanks ‘Tsuki”

you began lightly snoring before he responded, his head dipping to softly kiss your head.

“G'night, y/n”

hope y’all enjoyed this! pls leave any feedback, this is my first time writing anything like this and I’d love to improve ♥

[wandanatrules]

Nobody else

pairing: possessive beefy natasha romanoff x bratty wanda maximoff

word count: 2575

summary: a misunderstanding leads natasha and wanda to think they have different intentions about their “relationship”

warnings: smut, nat has a penis, foul language, degradation kink, slight blackhill, slight nat x darcy, slight wanda x carol, “cheating”, groping, rough sex, spanking, slight angst  

“uggh, please natty it feels so good, go harder i need you.” Wanda panted out while she was being rammed into from behind, by her mentor.

Wanda and Natasha had been friends for a few years, ever since Wanda had joined the team. She needed someone to look up to and Nat was the perfect female mentor. It wasn’t until a few months ago that their friendship blossomed into something else.

It all started one night when Wanda came to Natasha’s room pleading for her to help with the ache between her legs. Wanda had been attracted to Natasha since the day they met, but it was seeing her in the gym earlier that day that set her off. Wanda walked in on her lifting weights, and drooled over her muscles from afar. She even went as far as following her into the shower and was pleasantly surprised when she saw the special treat between Natasha’s legs. She felt ashamed of herself and ran back to her room, trying to appease the ache on her own, but after several fruitless attempts, she found herself knocking on the door of her mentor’s room.

She’s so glad she found herself in her room that night, because it was then that their friends with benefits relationship had begun.

“You are such a little slut Wanda, you find yourself in my room every night begging for my big cock to split you open, have you no shame?” Natasha asked as she picked up the pace ramming her 8 inches in and out of Wanda’s abused hole.

She gripped the younger girl’s waist guiding her thrusts as she panted and moaned in her ear, kissing her neck. Wanda’s tits flopped all over the place hitting her face, as she whined and moaned like a professional whore.

Wanda’s cunt clenched around Natasha's dick, making her slap Wanda’s ass as her dick twitched and her balls swelled. “God baby, i’m gonna cum and fill you up." Natasha sighed in her ear.

“Yes Natty, please i’m cumming too ughh. You have the best and biggest dick on the team, nobody else here has fucked me as well as you do.” Wanda exclaimed, while pushing herself back onto nat to reach deeper.

Natasha’s hips stalled for a second, taken aback by what Wanda had just said. Natasha knew that they were a casual friends with benefits thing, and they weren’t dating, but she didn’t like how she felt when she heard wanda talking about fucking the other avengers.  

A deep carnal urge spread throughout Natasha and she picked up the pace, ramming into her at an animalistic speed. “You’re mine.” she grunted, roughly.

“Damn natty, yes I am ahhh right there oh- please it feels so good, you're hitting the spot just right.” Wanda said, her words vibrating off her chest as her body is thrown around for nat’s pleasure. Not noticing that nat was currently rage fucking her.

Nat felt herself twitch again, so she pulled out and released her load all over Wanda's naked body. Viscous, white liquid painting her and sticking to her hair.

“Oh wow, that was amazing natty.” Wanda said, reaching for Natasha, who normally cuddles her after sex.

Natasha pulled away, throwing her, her clothes and a rag. “Clean yourself up and get dressed, I have to shower and you have to leave. I have shit to do.” Natasha said harshly as she walked into the bathroom.

Wanda was confused about Natasha's change in demeanor after having, what she thought was, incredible sex. Did she do something wrong? She brushed it off and cleaned herself up, dressing before leaving her room.

The next day Wanda ran into Natasha after she finished her training. She admired her from across the kitchen, holding back her saliva from watching her muscles tense as she moved around the kitchen.

Walking over to her, she made sure nobody else was around before speaking. “Hey natty, care to join me in my room?” she asked with her best doe eyes while caressing her biceps.

Natasha scoffed and pulled away, responding, “Not today Wanda.” before leaving the kitchen, leaving wanda shocked.

She wanted to follow her and see what was wrong, but she decided to let her be alone and figure it out by herself. Wanda didn’t know what to do, so she decided to go lay on the couch for a nap, while Nat got her emotions together.

A few hours later Wanda had awoken from her nap and it was dark outside. She decided that it was time for her to go to her own bed. While walking down the hall she heard noises as she was starting to walk past Natasha’s bedroom.

There were grunting and panting noises coming from her room. Wanda listened through the door growing wetter at the sounds. Natasha was pleasuring herself and Wanda wanted to be a good “friend” and help her out, hoping that it would cure her bad mood.

Wanda quietly opened the door, so that she would be surprised when she came to give her a hand with her erection. When wanda fully opened the door she was met with a sight that she was not expecting at all.

Natasha was laying back on her bed, while Maria from the office department was bouncing on her cock like a certified slut. Natasha’s abs flexed as did the muscles in her arms as she guided Maria’s movements. Maria’s naked tits flopped all over the place, before Natasha reached up to tame them and suck her right nipple into her hot mouth.  

“Oh shit Maria, your pussy is so tight and wet, squeezing me so fucking well.” Natasha said as she lifted her hips pistoning off the bed into Maria's hot depth.

Wanda watched in awe for a while, but quickly left before being discovered. She was holding back tears as she walked to her room, letting them go when she arrived. She couldn’t believe that Natasha was having sex with other people. The girl knew that they were just casual friends with benefits, but she thought they had an unspoken vow to be exclusive.

She wondered if the reason Natasha was being so rude to her was because she replaced her with Maria, for the role of her late night booty call. Wanda was devastated, but decided that if nat was going to replace her then she would do the same.

The next day was one of Tony Stark's weekly parties, celebrating the fact that he can afford to throw weekly parties. Wanda decided that she would dress up nice and go to attract attention from someone else who could fuck her.

She put on the most revealing body con dress she owned, which happened to be purchased by Natasha, that was tight in all the right places. She curled her hair just the way Nat liked it and made sure her boobs looked plump and noticeable. Her goal was to make Nat jealous even though she doubted that she would even be there, considering Wanda had asked Nat to accompany her to one of these parties many times but to no avail.

Wanda walked into the party, scanning the room. She was shocked when she saw in the center of the dance floor, Natasha dancing behind a seductive Darcy who was grinding her ass on Natasha’s front. Natasha was running her hands all over Darcy's front and sides.

Wanda was hurt when she saw Natasha sexy dancing with Darcy. She was told by her over and over again that “ Stark’s parties just weren’t her scene” when Wanda pleaded with her to be her date.

Wanda looked to her left and saw a lonely Carol sitting at the bar. She decided that she would go over and try to get her mind off of Natasha.

“Hello there Carol, why are you sitting alone?”, Wanda asked as she sat down next to her at the bar.

Carol smirked at her, “I figured looking lonely would attract pretty girls, and it’s obviously working. Let me buy you a drink?” Carol responded slyly.

“Oh yes please.”, Wanda said as she reached over to softly caress Carol’s juicy biceps.

Carol smirked and put her hand on Wanda's barely covered thigh, inches away from her naked core, opting out on wearing underwear with tonight’s dress, as she beckoned the bartender over.

Natasha watched from afar as she saw Wanda flirting with Carol, her blood starting to boil. She was incredibly upset that Wanda dressed herself up like a slut to go and flirt with their teammates.

She decided to leave her be. That was until she saw Carol stand up and grab her hand, aiming to lead her out of the room. She moved away from Darcy and furiously stomped across the room to stop Wanda from leaving with her.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” She said, grabbing Wanda��s wrist.

“Why do you care Nat, I think Darcy is waiting for you to go back and dry hump her ass some more.” Wanda spat back.

Carol let go of Wanda’s hand walking away, not wanting to be involved with whatever lover’s quarrel they had going on.

“I can’t believe you are such a slut showing your body off to whoever will fuck you. Such a dirty whore!” Natasha growled out, picking Wanda up and throwing her over her shoulder, taking her to her room.

Wanda felt herself becoming humiliated and ashamed, but mostly horny. Her thighs collecting the wetness secreting from her pussy.

“I thought you were a good girl Wanda, but since you want to act like a bad girl i’m going to treat you like one.” Natasha said as she opened the door to her room and threw Wanda face first on the bed.

“Nat- please i’m sorry I just wanted your attention.” Wanda pleaded, as she knew what was coming next.

“Well you got all my attention now, slut.” Natasha said as she sat down on the bed, lifting Wanda’s ass over her lap and pulling up her dress, scoffing at the lack of panties.

“You know what to do.” She said as she reigned down a harsh swat to her ass, feeling her cock harden as she watched the recoil of her ass jiggle in her face.

“ Uggh-  one ah!” Wanda moaned out as the sickly sweet feeling littered her ass cheeks.

The pattern continued until they got to 25, Wanda’s ass sore and throbbing from the spanking. Natasha’s hand groped her ass trailing down to her pussy, being met with her soaking wet heat.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe your fucking pussy is wet from me spanking you. Such a whore even when I am punishing you.” She spat out before sticking a singular finger into her cunt.

Natasha pulled the dress off all the way, before unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her shirt. After they were both completely nude, Natasha stood in front of Wanda with her 8 inches standing proud in front of her face.

“Go on and fix the problem you caused.” Natasha said, slapping Wanda’s face with her length.  

“yes natty,” Wanda replied as she reached out and gripped her length with her hand, rubbing the pre cum from the tip up and down with her thumb, before taking it into her mouth. She licked the veins, before sucking it in deeply.

Natasha gripped her hair, holding her steady while she discovered a rhythm, thrusting harshly into her mouth. Wanda was gagging as Natasha hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

She felt her cock twitch and her balls swell, knowing she was close. After a few more reckless thrusts Natasha released into her mouth, gushes of hot sperm coating the back of the younger girl’s throat.

“Ahh, look at you such a cock slut, practically begging for me to fuck your mouth.” She said as she pulled out, admiring the trail of cum and spit connecting her dick to the girl’s mouth.

She pushed her down onto the bed face first once again, before following suit behind her. She put her hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you slut, hopefully it will help put you back in your place.” Natasha said as she rubbed her tip through the girl’s dripping folds.

“Yes please natty, I need you so bad.” Wanda pleaded while pushing back onto Natasha’s cock. Natasha gripped the girl roughly and penetrated her from behind.

She snapped her hips quickly, while she established a rhythm. Her cock felt suffocated by the tight, wet, heat that was Wanda’s pussy. Wanda matched her thrusts while she pushed back and clenched Nat’s dick.

“Oh god detka, I have never had a pussy that was better than yours, you suck me in and i never want to leave. I don’t know how I am able to last this long inside you.” Natasha praised the girl in front of her.

“Natasha, I heard what you said when you were fucking Maria, I know what you are saying to me isn’t true.” Wanda panted out with a whine while Natasha kept up her movements.

Natasha hadn’t known that Wanda knew about her sexual endeavor with Maria, confused as to why she was upset considering her “many sexual escapades with the Avengers crew.”

“Oh malysh, is that why you were acting out? You were jealous of me fucking Maria. Don’t worry about her, she was good, but nobody can get me as hard as you do. Why do you even care when you’re obviously having sex with multiple members of our crew.” She said, still thrusting into her perfectly.

Wanda was confused. Why did she think that the girl was having sex with the other Avengers?

“What do you- ahh mean uhh- Nat.” Wanda asked mid moan. “ You are the only person I have had sex with since I left Sokovia and even then I only did it to get money for my family. This means something to me, you mean something to me. I was upset, because I didn’t like that you were fucking other women. I want us to be exclusive and I thought you did too.”

Wanda poured out her heart to the other women while she was trying to soothe her still raging erection.

“I want us to be exclusive too, Wans. I was jealous because the other day you talked about sex with the other Avengers, so i thought you did it with all of them and I wanted to get back at you by fucking Maria, and grinding with Darcy.” Natasha said while calming her thrusts turning more gentle.

“Ohh” Wanda said thinking back to her comment about how Nat had the best dick, “I only said that, because I was trying to be sexy, I'm still new to all this dirty talk so I thought it was a compliment. I’m sorry I never meant to hurt your feelings.” the brunette said as she turned her head to look at Natasha.

“Oh, well in that case, your mine.” Natasha growled with gritted teeth, increasing her pace to what only could be described as animalistic.

“Oh wow Natty, yes please you take me so fucking well.” Wanda moaned out.

“I better be the only person on the team, better yet the whole country that gets to fuck your perfect little pussy, because I own you now.” Natasha said, leaning to whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek.

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[chrissturniolosbitch]

WORK

a/n- this is a cute short lil smut!

summary- y/n has a bad day at work, then comes home to a messy house and shit goes down.

another a/n- most my shit is short and straight to the point... get used to it!! and ily 🎀

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Today has been a stressful day. All day at work people were being such assholes to me, even my co-workers, and boss. i just wanted to cry.

I knew i couldnt just leave, so i had to go a whole shift listening to everyone bitch and complain about how much i suck.

I just wanted to go home and be with my boyfriend.

When i got off work, i sped home. I knew i just needed Chris. But, nothing today was going good for me.

I pulled into the driveway, and went to the front porch. As soon as i unlocked the door i saw chris, he was just sitting there playing fortnite while the house was still a mess. He had all day to clean up for me, and i even asked him to, 'Why.. Just why.' i think to myself as i started to crazy clean,

"y/n? Hey baby!" I ignored him and continued to clean, "What wrong? Are you okay?" He said trying his best to put 2 and 2 together. I lost it in that moment everything today just sucked.

"Christopher i fucking asked you to clean before i got home. Is this all you do? all fucking day while i slave away at work you just play fortnite?" I said holding back the tears that wanted to spill out of my eyes.

Chris frowned.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a spray bottle so i could wipe down the counters when chris decided to speak again, "Im really sorry baby.. i know youre frustrated and im seriously really, really sorry y/n"

He said a he slowly opened his arms, and started walking twards me, "No! chris dont fucking touch me im not in the mood right now!" I warned him, but he still walked twards me with his arms out.

When he finally got to me he wrapped his arms around me tightly, no matter how much a tried to get out he always knew how to calm me down, "Its okay baby, im here for you. Ill always be here for you." He said petting my head, squeezing me tight.

In that moment i bursted into tears. I cried, and cried, and cried.

"Please chris im sorry, today has been such a stressful day, everyone just hates me, and acts like im a lazy peice of shit, im so sorry chris pl-" I said sobbing into his chest leaving his shirt wet, when chris suddenly cut me off, "Its okay y/n. And i dont know what there talking about, you are the most hardworking, independent woman i know!" Chris said trying to make me feel better.

For the rest of the day chris, and i
cuddled, watched movies, ate dinner, and showered.

After we got out of the shower chris took off my robe leaving me bare, i shivered at the cold touch of the air hitting my skin, "Wow. You are so beautiful ma" Chris said scanning my body, "I think youre petty handsome myself!" I said pulling chris in for a kiss, the kiss started of slow, when suddenly chris gabbed my waist, and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I tried my hardest to fight for dominance, but Chris obviously won.

Chris pulled away and suddenly pushed me onto the bed, "chris." I said giving him doe eyes, "I know baby." He said pulling his towel off his waist, his dick was already hard with precum dripping out off his tip, and down the sides.

I scotted back on the bed opening my legs to let chris know im ready. He looked me in my eyes for approval and i just nodded, "Words baby, speak up" He said innocently, "Yes fuck chris, plea-" Before i could even finish my sentence chris punded his dick into me, I moaned at this sensation, and started to cried from pain, and pleasure, "fuck christopher" i practically screamed grabbing onto his biceps.

Chris kept on slamming into me at an ungodly speed, "ngh. ughh" I said unable to get my words out, "Do you like this baby? huh? do i make you feel that good you cant even speak?" Chris said chuckling, "Yes chris you make m-me fuck.. fell s-s-so good ugh" i said barley able to get my simple sentence out.

I felt a familiar knot start to for in my stomach when chris suddenly started to slam directly into my g-spot, "FUCK! please chris dont stop im so close" I said about to release, "I wont stop baby, i got you. Always" He said as he started pound even faster and harder into me.

I felt my legs start to shake, when suddenly i released all over chris, "fuck baby can i cum in you?" Chris asked looking you in the eyes, "yes please fill me with your babys" His eyes widened as he grunted out my name and busted a whole load inside of me.

i let chris stay inside of me untill he softened up.

"thank you chris, for always making me feel good" I said pulling him in for another kiss, while he started to pull out.

"always mama" he said kissing my back.

[lemmetreatya]

hii hope your having an amazing day! i am litr in SUCH A BIG miguel brain rot and it’s unreal. like imagine reader having such a bad day at work and comes home so sad and shit and miguel just cheers her up!! like he’s so sweet UGHH. i feel like he could be fluffy or smutty 🤭🤭

contains: cunnilingus

“Hermosa!”

As Miguel hears the door open and close, he shouts the usual petname into the air — an indication of where he is within the apartment. However, once he hears the irregular stomping and hard clanks of your items clashing around, he knows somethings up. 

“Babe?”

Miguel’s already making his way towards the front of the apartment, meeting you as you’re about to move into a next room. Just by your pudged frown alone, he can tell you’re not in the mood. 

“Bad day?”

“Worst.” 

You move past him, already making trudging effort for the kitchen. Miguel can only follow after you with his head constantly trying to poke over you to see what you’re doing. 

“Sorry to hear that, mi cielo.” Unsure, he keeps a safe distance. “Anything I can do to make it better?”

“Barely.” 

As you get out a glass and an already opened bottle of wine from the fridge, you brashly pour yourself some. Turning to Miguel, you finally unleash everything you’re feeling.

“I just feel like everything at that establishment is always going wrong and I’m always the one having to be caught up in it. It’s honestly about time I get something else but the process in finding work is so tedious.” 

Miguel blinks a few times as he watches you from across the counter. 

“I could always get you something at Alchem—“

“Be fucking for real. Why the fuck would I work at such a dubiously immoral place like that?”

A twitch of an unpleasant feeling flashed across Miguel’s face as he’s taken aback by your words. Even before he makes that expression, you realise how harsh they were as soon as they left your mouth. 

It was an insensitive thing to say to someone who contributed greatly to the company’s success. 

“Sorry. That was unfair.” You say. 

Miguel, as ever understanding with you, simply shakes his head. You know if this was anyone else or even a different scenario that he would have snapped back with something uglier. Instead he only shrugs. 

“No, it’s okay. It’s not like you’re far off.”

“Miguel, that wasn’t okay. I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.” 

The man softly shrugs again as he comes closer to you. He stretches his arm out for you to hand him the glass of wine and you comply. 

“Hey, so you haven’t had the best of the days. I get it. I’m not mad at you, but we gotta find you a way to distress before you’re hurting anyone else, hm?”

He places the glass down on the counter besides you both before cupping your cheeks and planting a kiss to the button of your nose. You pout at his sweet gesture, already melting into his touch. 

“I guess…”

Miguel kisses your nose again before planting one to your mouth. As you feel him smile against your lips, you already know he has a method in mind. 

Soft whimpers leave your throat as you wither over the bedsheets, fingers digging into the material and duvet. You make a mental note that after this, they’d need to be changed.

“Fuck, Miguel.” 

The man hums against your dewy cunt as he hears your reactions, mouth too busy to give a proper reply. He finds no problem in then latching his lips to the nub of your clit and sweetly such on the meat of it. 

Another curse leaves your mouth and your hands find a way to tug at the roots of his hair. You can tell it’s had an effect on Miguel because his head lifts with the pull and he lets out a succinct groan. Either way, he doesn’t reprimand you for it. If anything he only uses the pull to come up for air and conversation. 

“Work was that bad?” He jokes. 

“S-shut up.” 

Miguel chuckles with his eyes looking up at you. He knows its a tease, a play at making you so wound up that your climax can only be euphoric as it reflects your pent up frustration. 

“Annoying…”

“But you love me~” He coos before going down on you again. 

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: What a great day!

• Girl this compatibility test kinda made no sense like I’m just answering questions that so obviously correlate to Oakley or Shawn what is the point???😭

• And what guy would that be exactly?…

• Oakley being most compatible with me AHA! y’all are never tearing us apart idgaf😛

• She’s so me like why I’m kinda in love with her.

• Outfit time un!

• Ok um…roaring twenties!

• This is so Emel coded. Aw I kinda miss her a lil.

• That poem chile…Max you gotta go😭😭😭

• Claudia toying with Liam and Max lame asses ughh that’s my muva DOWN.

• Team Shawn and Kyle actually cuz Liam and Max fucking suck omg. Also yes Kyle romancers you’ve converted me a little bit, he’s cute.

• Pushing Liam in the pool wasn’t enough tbh like he needs to drown I’m sorry.

• “I can’t stop thinking about last night” You mean when I kicked you out and slept alone Shawn? Ok.

• Bro this same shit happened last season what the fuck did I need to put on a dress for just to go speak to niggas??? Fusebox will do anything for a bag😭

• Anyways, outfit time deux!

• Werk!

• Great! Now I have to deal with Liam for the rest of the season🙂

• Being forced to bring a boy back is actually so dumb. What is he gonna be there for other than to watch me ride Oakley’s dick constantly?

• As she should! Let’s not act like Theo wouldn’t JUMP at the chance to taste this coochie if I let him, please.

• Me just having the option to leave Shawn behind back at the Villa god I feel so bad. I still did it tho😛

• AHHHHH EXACTLY BOO EXACTLYYYYYY!!!

• PFFFFFFTTTTT BE FOR REAL BRUH🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

• BAD BITCH PARTY OF ONE! BAD BITCH PARTY OF ONE YOUR TABLE IS READY!

• I’m sorry but-

• So glad I get to let Shawn know right away that I’m a girl on a mission and he’s just gonna have to be okay with that.

• Bitch don’t make my girl already have to slide yo ass after being back for three minutes.

• The daybeds chat ughhkdkdksns just give him back to me already like y’all keep playing with me!

• Ok first off, I looooove Hazel already she’s so cutesy and fun and girlypop. Second off, I really don’t give a fuck what happened while I was gone cuz at the end of the day…Sienna is NOT badder than me…like at all.

• Outfit time trois!

• Cheetah print so I can show this ho just how fast I can reclaim my man oh exactly!

• Bea sis I love you but you can’t be mad at Liam for being an ignorant fool when you brought said ignorant fool in here like…

• Ooo wait this different scenario options for different LIs gave me Choices tease for a second…why they can’t do this more often???

• This shit had me giggling and kicking my feet god I love this man.

• Hazel and Hari are lowkey goals I love this.

• LMAOOOOOOO LAME ASS🫵🏽🤣

• Uhhhh Luna don’t be mad just cuz I got the attention of four niggas in here and you only got the attention of one. We may have made up but TRUST I got enough smoke for you and Sienna!

• Everybody just watched Oakley and I share this romantic ass, dramatic ass, chick flick ass kiss but they still gon act like there’s a chance I want somebody else I hate it here.

• Course it was Liam that started the big blow up.

• How dare y’all assume I’d rat my bestie Claudia out omg?

• Them bringing my name up in that argument between Theo and Claudia just for it to not even mean anything…like I said earlier anything for a fucking bag.

• You’re telling me Jin and Luna were actually able to end their pointless arguement in a time frame of under two minutes this time? Wow shit really is changing around here.

• AHHHHH YOU MAD🫵🏽😝

• Oh brother can we just tell Oakley that we’d never cheat on him and get to fucking already jesus why do we have to wait for that AGAIN???

[slutforleeminho]

I’ve seen the maid minho and I didn’t dare to ask u for MAID LIX but ITS MAID LIX?!? idk like him wearing high things socks and the reader underwear? That would soo hwtt likee STFU I’ve thinking for days bout that and him being all subby and the fem reader being whipped for him ughh oh n the minho fic was soooooo goooddd i luv ur writing btw i talked alot lmao have a nice day/night thxx <3333

maid lix holds a special place in my heart. tysmm!

MY THOUGHTS ON MAID LIX<3

he would be standing in front of the full body mirror, scanning his eyes over every detail of his outfit to make sure everything looked perfect for you. everything had to be perfect for you.

you would enter the room after returning from a shopping trip with your friends, taken off guard by the sight of him. he was wearing white, shear thigh high stockings, and his pink maid dress. he had on a pink hoodie over the dress— the sleeves so long that they covered his hands and created little paws, he looked like a little kitten— so all that could’ve seen was the pink lacy skirt.

he noticed you in the mirror and quickly turned around. “you’re back!” he smiled so big his eyes almost disappeared. his freckles were darker too, decorating his cheeks so perfectly.

“y-yeah,” you stuttered out, but composed yourself by clearing your throat and continuing. “ i got you something” you set the shopping bags on the bed and grabbed the bag that had the mentioned “something” in it.

“you did?” excitement washed over his features as you reached your hand into the bag.

“well i actually got them for me but i think you would look way better in them” you pulled out a white lacy pair of panties, with a teeny tiny bow on the front. his eyes widened and his hands reached forward to take the item from your hands so he could examine it closer. he felt the soft material under his fingertips and he couldn’t deny that the thought of wearing something that was yours made his dick harden.

“these are so pretty. are you sure you want me to have them? you said you bought them for your-“ he started handing them back to you, shaking his head as a sign he couldn’t except your gift. “yes lix i want you to have them,” you took a step closer to him “i want to see you in them” you pushed back a small piece of hair out of his face and placed your palm over his cheek. he nuzzled closer to your hand, closing his eyes and humming in contentment.

“now will you put them on for me, pretty?”

—

once again he stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring the beautiful white, thin material covering his sex.

you sat on the edge of the bed, scanning your eyes over every detail of him. but not staying away from his crotch for too long. “give me a twirl” he hesitantly spun, giving you a show. his hands held up the bunched up fabric of his dress, so you could see clearly. “so pretty” you stood from the bed and trotted over to him. he shook as you ran your fingers over his exposed thighs, feeling his skin prickle from your touch.

“let me make you feel good hmm” you grazed your fingers over his prominent bulge before palming him. he let out a little whimper before nodding quickly.

you led him to lay down on the bed, the dress scrunched around his waist. “now let’s see how these look around your ankles” you yanked them down his legs before he could respond. his cock sprung forward, finally free from the confines. he was so hard and leaking pre cum. you grabbed the base of him and slowly drug your fingers up his shaft, just enjoying the weight of him in your palm. when you reached the tip, you ran your thumb over the slit, spreading his essence to use for lubricant. “oh-“ he whimpered when you squeezed him a little harder. you stroked him faster causing him to be a moaning mess. his hips jutting forward in search of more friction, which you gladly gave him by placing his tip in between your lips and sucking hard. “oh shit!” his back arched and his eyes screwed shut. his thighs tensed up, signaling he was getting close. “are you gonna cum, lixie?” he didn’t use his words to answer. he simply gripped the sheets and squeaked as he reached his peak. but before he could quite get there you pulled away, ceasing everything you were doing.

his hand shot to grab his throbbing dick and finish the job himself. but you grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head. “you’re getting brave aren’t you, pup? perhaps i’ve spoiled you too much” his breathing was erratic.

“why did you…” his voice trailed off but you knew what he was asking.

“do you really think you deserve to finish so quickly after that little stunt you pulled? getting all dressed up, cause you knew i wouldn’t be able to resist you” his breathing halted and his mouth closed into in this line. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes now. “i knew it. you knew what you were doing” you tucked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at you. “do you not have anything to say for yourself?”

“i- i’m sorry. i just wanted your attention” he didn’t look at your eyes, he was too busy staring at your lips.

“oh honey all you had to do was ask” that dominant show was melting away, he was too sweet and innocent to punish. “what do you need from me, love?”

“want to be inside you” his big puppy eyes stared up into yours. how could you say no?

you slipped your pants off, followed by your underwear. once you were hovering over him once more, he had a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. “what’s the matter, baby?”

“can i be on top this time?” you thought your heart would explode at his words. you teased him and ruined a perfect orgasm. and he still wanted to make love to you. “of course you can” you flipped over on your back and spread your legs open for him to slot between. he hovered over you and placed his lips on yours. the kiss was eager and messy. he wanted to slow down but he was so needy, the remnants of his spoiled orgasm lingered in the pit of his stomach. it was hard to hold back.

he was the first to break the kiss, leaning back on his knees and lining himself up with your entrance. his face contorted with pleasure as he pushed the tip in. his eyebrows knitted together and his bottom lip in between his teeth. it took everything inside of him not to blow right now, but he wanted to make you feel good first. once he bottomed out he took a moment to breathe, finally releasing the breath he was holding in. you held the skirt of his dress up so you could have the perfect view of him so snug inside you.

he finally started moving, starting of slow but deep. hitting every sweet spot. he started to pick up the pace, causing you to whimper every time he slammed into you, pressing up against your cervix. “just like that, lix.” you threw your head back, just enjoying the feeling of him filling you up so good, until that familiar feeling started to fill your lower belly. “shit i’m gonna cum”

“yeah?” his voice was like a squeak, cracking as he spoke. he grabbed the back of your right thigh, pushing it up and close to pressing against your stomach. the new position gave him access to go even deeper. “fuck!” your vision went dark as you came, your legs shaking and your walls clamping down on felix, which pushed him over the edge. he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

he collapsed on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck as he came down from the amazing high. you hugged him close and played with his hair, pulling on the strands every now and then, making him grunt. the vibrations of his deep voice tickled.

“that tickles” you giggled and shied away from him, but he only pulled you closer, placing wet kisses all over your neck. “come on big boy let’s go shower” he whined and held you tighter. he was still inside you so you did the only thing you could think of to get his attention. you clenched your walls around him as hard as you could. he flinched from the overstimulation.

“don’t do that!” he whined and pulled himself out of you. you could already feel his cum dripping out of you.

“well don’t ignore me! and don’t forget i’m still contemplating on that punishment” you said only half jokingly.

“fiiiine” he helped you of the bed and into the shower in which he joined you. “i love you” he said while kissing your neck.

“i love you more, lix”

I’m SOOO sorry this took so long! i’ve been having trouble writing fics that i actually think are good. tbh i’m not very fond of this one but i felt horrible not responding for so long:(

@yumiblogs @fawnpeaks

[dwreader]

interior design insp/references dubai edition

Just like with Louis's wardrobe in Dubai I feel like there's a lot of misconception about the design of the penthouse and what it's meant to represent. First of all, dark modern was and still is super popular design style amongst the wealthy!! It's a very popular way to style large open spaces (like a penthouse apartment). Light and airy designs are usually intended to reflect more natural light to make your rooms look bigger but when you already have a MASSIVE space that's kind of unnecessary. Also it doesn't need to be said that these are vampires so enhancing natural light with bright wall colors/furniture is utterly irrelevant and quite frankly counterproductive to them. You would rarely see a very dark design in a tiny apartment though, that's why its popular mainly among the super wealthy in their mega penthouses or modernist mansions.

Black furniture also screams lux because it's a PAIN in the ass to maintain like lint, dust, grime, etc gets everywhere constantly so by purchasing black furniture you're pretty much announcing to your guests that you have a maid who cleans for you cause your rich ass sure as hell isn't dusting that shit every day.

While the overall aesthetic of Dubai I would say is highly modern, there are interesting touches that suggest a couple that has collected items through time. In the first screenshot, you see Daniel and Louis sitting in the ultra modern living space while Armand is off to the side at his very mid-century chair, a very early hint that he's maybe from a different time.

Looking at this shot, you can see as many as 4 different design styles in a single frame. The table is clearly ornate traditional, the chair (which looks like rattan or bamboo) is more mid-century/boho and the japanese garden, and finally a little pink modern organic henri dejeant lamp. It's such a perfect representation of how long Loumand have been alive and together cause its normal for couples to accumulate different pieces over the course of their lives together and try to fit them in even though they don't exactly match the current designs. But this is what happens when you've been together for 75 years!

It's also interesting to see how the design choices of the penthouse evolved because an earlier visualization had a green mario bellini couch instead of a dark grey/black. The bellini couch was a 70's design that made a huge comeback in the last couple years, which is like the WHOLE 2nd interview like someone from the 70s who has entered the picture again after a long absence. However, I bet they probably pulled back on the bellini couch cause it was becoming overdone although it is still mega expensive (comes in at around $20k) but it's kind of become one of those ughh not that shit again kind of item.

[nerdieforpedro]

Let me at them Nylons darlin' (part two)

Joel Miller (no outbreak) x plus size female OFC

This fanfiction is 18+

Masterlist / Joel Miller Masterlist / Drops of Sugar Series

Summary: Joel arrives home to see what his surprise is. Smut ensues. Feelings are difficult sometimes. Words can evade you until you can't stop talking. Fluff in the end.

Note: I personally loved writing the two part version of Joel. Even though he's fictional, he seen so much darkness, I wanted him to have something sweet. I also think if you get to know him, he's hilarious and will have you laughing your ass off. I made my OFC plus size and have a bit more confidence than I have but kept her vulnerable I hope. I did give her coily hair similar to mine. These two freaky ass kids.

Link to part one - I’m your fool Sugar

Warnings: smut, smut with nylons, P in V unprotected (wrap it up), oral sex (female receiving), fluff, switch Joel (Dom/sub), music lyrics, Joel's southern accent (I played it up a lot - not sorry at all), mentions of alcohol, pet names, some cursing, self-doubt, fighting children, mentions of age (OFC is mid-thirties, Joel is late forties), discussion of having children

A week before Joel asked Layla moved in, she caught him sniffing her nylons.

She didn’t feel like getting a new pair and it was colder than she thought outside so she has put her stuff out in the car and went back upstairs to put a pair on. She heard Joel groaning and saying her name softly, opening the bedroom door slowly, her honey was seated at the edge of the bed, naked as the day he was born, stroking himself. His cock was inside one of the legs of her stockings and the other leg he was sniffing and had in his mouth, the sight made her swallow hard as she quickly slipped in the room and closed the door. Sarah was still asleep down the hall, so they needed to be quiet. 

Layla ran her hands over Joel’s back as she kissed his neck, he was startled and slowed his pace but didn’t stop. He loved those lips, those hands, so soft, but she has caught him in the act. Most women didn’t really wear stockings too much anymore. He had first seen her in them last week when it started to get cold and he was able to resist, but this time he couldn’t, she had worn them twice so her smell was in them. God he loved it.

“Joel, let me watch you cum from here. If you’re quiet, I might wear those to work provided you haven’t made any runs or rips in them.” Layla moaned deeply in his ear, licking his ear lobe. Joel looked down for a brief moment assessing these nylons he didn’t see any runs or rips, but the one leg had long drips of pre-cum on it so it might be covering it. His hand started to move faster again, but he couldn’t rub as hard as he wanted to for fear or ripping it. His darling used her fingers to circle his nipples and spread her legs so she had one knee at each side of his hips and her arms were over his shoulders, his head was between her breasts. She was all around him, her scent, her nylons, her soft body in back of him.

“Good Lord I’mma die a happy man sugar. Fuck, touch me more, I’m gonna see you walking out of here wearing my cum. Doing your presentations and shit in that telephone voice….ughh you use…” Always one to slip in a joke, Layla laughed, he could tell her different voices already, her professional voice from her relaxed one she used with him and Sarah. Her nails dug into his chest as she watched him stroke himself for her fast. 

“No runs baby, you can do it. Cum in them and I’ll wear them to work and send you a picture of what they look like at lunch.” She promised, his eyes that had shut trying to focus, shot open, his body jerking as his cum sprayed down the leg of her nylons, Joel tried to move the other leg of the nylons down to get an even amount of cum on each leg, but it snagged on his beard of all things. 

“Dammit to hell! Sugar please, it’s a small rip. You can still wear them, right? Right Layla?” Joel panted, he turned and looked back at her pleading. She took them from him and have to a look over unfortunately, the rip was on the calf, her skirt hit at her knees, so it was going to be seen. He kissed her softly, trailing kisses down to her neck, but stopped at breasts, he remembered she was going to work, so he couldn’t mess up her clothes. 

“I’m sorry Joel. It’s too noticeable.” She frowned and kissed his forehead. She handed him the nylons back. She would head on to work as Joel sulked, no pictures, no seeing her in cum soaked nylons…well damn.

At the door, Layla turned back and smiled, “You can always try again though. There will be other cold days Joel. I may still send you a fun picture anyway. You’ll have to help me pick out some new nylons.” With that she left and Joel was stumped. This woman….did not think he was insane or creepy while he was using her worn stockings to pleasure himself. She instead went with it and told him that she would wear them to work as long as he didn’t ruin them. Hell, she even told him she’d wear them to work stained with his seed.

“I have to convince her to leave that apartment. There is no other way. Sugar is it.” He said before tossing the nylons in the trash and hopping in the shower, he then brainstormed ways of asking her to move in and how not to rip them, he was determined the next time she would be wearing them to work with his seed in them and she did. He also got the pictures of her fingering herself lightly in her office while on the phone with Joel. He figured out how to save them in a folder on his phone. He was very proud of himself.

Joel arrived in the driveway, making sure to turn off the headlights and lock the car up before heading inside the house. He quickly removed his boots and stripped down to his boxers, he would worry about his clothes in the morning or sometime tomorrow. As he made his way up the stairs, he heard music, though he couldn’t quite place the singer, except for Layla, she was singing along. 

Oh, now you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there…

She held the last note as she danced in the room, her arms were over her head and holding another pair of nylons. Joel came to the door that was part way open and he watched as she swayed her hips from side to side, the light was on so he could clearly see in the room. He saw his sweetheart wearing a red and black corset that her breasts were spilling out of. Her dark areolas were peeking out as they jiggled with her movement. She was also wearing black panties which from the front…Good God almighty…he didn’t see a crotch on them things. Joel Miller let out an audible groan from the whole picture of Layla, drinking it in like he had happened upon some 1972 Wild Turkey whiskey and was sipping’ it real slow to savor it.

And you're the only one Who makes me come running 'Cause what you got Is far beyond compare, ooh

While turning around, she spotted Joel and put the pair of nylons she was holding around her neck and bid him to come closer drawing her arms toward herself. She only felt this free with Joel. They could be themselves, no matter how weird, curious or what items their love life involved. She never really put too much stock into the sex part of the relationship until Joel. It was always just sex. Never any fun, never any build up, nothing unexpected and even expected things were below average. Her honey always made her laugh, made her feel more comfortable with herself to try different positions and different items. Layla didn’t really care about stocking one, way or another and preferred leggings or tights, but Joel loved the damn things. He would unravel for her and it was one of the few times she would see him do so.

And it's just like honey (yeah) When your love (when your love) comes over me (comes over me) Oh, baby, I've got a dependency Always strung out For another taste of your honey

With her hands on his shoulders, and Joel moving his from his hardness to her hips, they continued to sway as the song finished.

“You got a dependency do ya’ sugar?” He grinned, giving her a peck on the lips. Layla chuckled, her hands ran up his neck into his lovely brown curls. She leaned forward and bit his bottom lip.

“That I do Miller, you gonna give me my fix or are we stay just like this?” Licking his lip, her nails massaged his scalp, Joel let out a small moan.

“Nah sweetheart, I gotta take you in slow. You did go to the trouble of getting all this ready for me after all.” Joel bent down and gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her up to which Lalya reflexively grabbed his shoulders and yelped. “You’re gonna cry for me darlin’ and soak those nylons before I rip them off.” He grinned while he tossed her on the bed and climbed on top of her working to get the clasps on the front of her corset undone. Joel was always good at multitasking, so his teeth nibbled at one of her fleshy mounds that was spilling out of the top of her corset, he bit down as Lalya moaned, her knees opened and she pulled him closer to her, though Joel resisted. “Slow, baby, slow. Unwrapping you sugar…” His voice trailed off as he got the corset open and took one of her dark nipples into his mouth, and sucked hard, it being more erect against his tongue. His hips grinded into hers slowly before he leaned back up on his knees to quickly remove his boxers, exposing his girthy, swollen cock, dripping onto her thigh. Layla reached up for her honey, her fingers taking hold of his biceps.

“Dammit Joel, for fuck’s sake…” She moaned, pushing her hips forward to slide her wetness against his hardness, he didn’t move so it just grazed, he was doing well, resisting the urge to plow into her right way, instead he had an idea. He took her wrists and tied them behind her head with the pair of nylons she had been dancing with. She whimpered, trying to rip them, but he had done a double knot. Exasperated, she huffed, “Why in God’s name do you know how to tie knots like that? Were you in the boy scouts? Went to nature camp?” The man laughed and ran his nose down her soft wobbly belly, leaving a trail of red marks from bites, he made it down to where her nylons began and traced his calloused from her stomach to her ample hips, then settling his hands on her thighs, pushing them even far apart. Her crotchless panties and nylons were soaked in her juices, dripping from her slick lower lips.

“Lest you forget doll, I’m a Texas man born and bred. Learned all that with my father when my brother and I were little.” He took a finger and ran it across her entrance, only inserting up to his first knuckle. Layla cried out Joel’s name struggling to get her hips to move, he was leaning on one of her legs to prevent her from moving too much. Joel was dead serious when he said he wanted to savor this experience. He may as well because although his sugar was screaming his name, she was also pissed that he was edging her so much. “You this dripping wet for me darlin’, I know you think I’m being an asshole but I want to remember this for years to come Layla.” The man stated softly before removing the finger and licking it clean. She watched him, taking in his words, ‘years to come?’ It’s not like she thought they were going to breakup or separate but that sounded like…

“Joel… you just,” She began to ask but Joel unceremoniously inserted two fingers into her womanhood and held them while running his fingers over her soft flesh that was under the nylon stocking on her thigh, he poked a hole in it a ripped it, tearing it and rolling his tongue into the hole he had just made. His fingers remained still inside her as he sucked on her thigh, biting it, the bridge of his nose deep into her plush thigh meat. Sugar’s hips began to roll on her own and Joel didn’t try to stop her this time, he had pushed her pretty far. He also didn’t want to answer the question she was going to ask because he wasn’t sure he could say it. When Joel finally did start to pump his fingers, he managed to slip in a third before her cunt became too tight as it expelled her juices. With that much stimulation, Layla continuously cursed Joel and cried out for him to let her cum. He felt her getting close so her removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue sampling her nectar, The woman’s legs wrapped around his head as she humped his face, her back arched and she climaxed, shivering before heaving her chest as she was spent from the orgasm. 

Joel moved up the bed slowly and laid next to Layla, her eyes closed, still breathing heavily. He untied her hands from her and set the other pair of nylons aside. “Layla sugar, I don’t mean to be assuming things but…” Her eyes shot open and turned to look at Joel. He had been torturing her mere moments ago and now was as cuddly as a teddy bear. A large, gruff, sweet, devilish bear. She let out a sigh and sat up, then straddled him and pinned his arms above his head.

“Joel Miller, you are a stubbornly gorgeous man who I can’t seem to get through how much you truly deserve to be loved. You’re my damn fool indeed.” Layla’s eyes teared up as she leaned forward and kissed his nose, touching it with her tongue and went for his lips, giving them a flutter of small kisses before drawing back and smiling. He frowned, but she smiled. “I know you came already but for for this next one, you’re going to let me ride your thick dick so you can fill me with your cream, and I don’t care how much you whine about your back honey.” Joel just nodded as she let his wrists go and she leaned her hips forward and ran his hands up her thighs, just touching her, he would let her lead. He growled once he felt her hand touch his shaft, her fingers tracing his veins before circling the tip of his hard, spreading his pre-cum before she directed it to her moist center. She hovered a bit, looking down at Joel as his grip tightened on her thighs, he wasn’t pushing his hips up, nor was he forcing hers down. He was waiting for her, as he always did.

“It drives me insane how patient you can be times Joel, with everything,” Sugar slid down slowly until she was fill to the brim with him, Joel, her Joel. Her walls were quivering already, “I also love…fuck… that about you too, though…aahhh” her head tipped back as she began to ride his hips, grinding, her body glistening with sweat that gave her a soft glow under the bedroom light. Miller’s hand ran up her hip, over her belly which bumped against his as the moved slowly together in time, her cupped her breast. It overflowed out of his hand, her nipple rolled against his calloused palm, her softness of her body and vulnerability with him despite how he never said things he felt properly at all. Fuck his back, he sat up and planted one arm on her back and the other he used to pull her hip toward him, it was at an angle, but the higher pitch in her moans meant it was the right direction. 

“Darlin, you takin’ my cock so deep and indulged me tonight,” He groaned into her neck, sucking on it in-between his own moans. Sugar’s fingernails made red lines his back, bucking her hips as she continued to call his name. “Layla, I’m filling you up this entire weekend, I’mma drink some whiskey and take some motrin for my back. Fuck you’re tryin’ to milk me woman!” She was vibrating around his shaft, so close, he knew to let her hip go and trace her clit, she held him so close, they were chest to chest and he pinched it, his sweetheart let out a bellowing scream with her nectar spilling onto his cock, thighs and their sheets. Joel was then able to get about four more pumps in as he released long strings of his seed into her, their heat marinating one another, he fell back and she fell on top of him, his flaccid member slipping out of her along with his milk. They panted together, basking in their afterglow. After a few minutes Layla kissed his chest and ran her fingers over the salt and pepper hairs on his chest. 

“I did milk you honey.” She grinned, he returned the smile with rubbing her back, her looked at her hair and chuckled, she’d be mad at him when she looked in the mirror in a few but it was well worth the added volume to her already fluffy hair.

“Damn right you did sugar. You spoil the hell out of me and I…well just I’m happy. Layla, I want to be this happy. I don’t wanna lose it is all.” He became shy again, though it came out clearer than it had been in his head, for this he was thankful. Timing never seemed to be his forte though, he maybe could have said it over some breakfast. A delicate hand ran across his nose and beard with its thumb stroking his bottom lip. They hadn’t really been this up front with how they were feeling the entire time they were dating. The pair of them were acts of service and gifts sort of people. 

“Joel, when you asked me to move in with you, I didn’t hesitate. I felt safe, just like I do now. We both could do better at actually saying things, but I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to have to fight me to get me out of here.” She laughed and kissed his chest. “There is no other man I would ever let fuck me in nylons,” She pointed to his chest, “You are quite the special man, papa bear.” Layla buried her face in his chest as Joel let out a deep howl. Sugar reached down and pinched his belly and he winched. 

“Stop laughing! You told me you didn’t like teddy bear so I figured that would work. I’d not really a fan of that daddy stuff in bed. I got issues but that’s not one of them.” She huffed.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t say it with a lick of confidence, that’s what was funny.” He explained, wrapping both his arms around her. “Never a dull moment sugar. You seduce me, use nylons against me, whisper sweet things to me and then have the nerve to pinch my belly and call me papa bear. You’re a livewire as a live and breathe.” 

The pair continued to chuckle together for a few minutes before starting the trek to the bathroom, care not to trip over stockings and lingerie. They both got in the shower and washed, Layla ran some hot water over Joel’s back to help it not be too sore. While he picked up the clothes of the floor and tossed them in the hamper, much to her chagrin, she went downstairs to get two glasses and whiskey and some Motrin. Joel sat on the bed as he took the meds and sipped on his drink as did Layla, she would drink it on occasion with Joel but still preferred the mixed drinks. Joel chuckled at the sour face she made every time she sipped it, he always told her she didn’t have to, but she told him she was trying to learn why he liked the stuff so much.

“I could be a papa bear if you wanna be a mama bear.” Joel muttered, eyes a little hazy from the drink.

“I’m already a mama bear for Sarah. I will fight a kid for that little girl.” She knocked back another sip of the whiskey.

“Well, yeah, I know that but, what if there was a little you around?” His hand clasped her knee, he finished his glass and set it down on the nightstand. 

“There could also be a little knot-tying, guitar playing little boy, who will pick some flowers for his mom and sister and also help his mom fight a kid.” Her hand rested on top of his, interlocking their fingers. His eyebrows raised. “I haven’t not thought about it. Seeing you with Sarah, considering her my own and maybe one day we have a child. I thought I was having baby fever or something, but it wasn’t that. I sometimes think about making a tiny human with you Joel, but I’m in my mid-thirties and never been pregnant before so…ugh…way too much…” His sweetheart sighed looking down. Women in her family typically didn’t have issues with fertility, but they also started a lot sooner and it was another thing they hadn’t spoken about. Layla’s timing rivaled Joel’s honestly.

An arm snaked around her shoulder and he kissed her forehead. “You’d make a wonderful mother, just like you are with Sarah now. We can try and maybe we make a baby, maybe we don’t. If you think of yourself as over the hill, then I’m damn near at the bottom in a valley ‘cause I’m near fifty.” The pair laughed and Layla gazed up at him with misty eyes. “Just say the word and you can stop taking your pill and we can start tonight or tomorrow, whatever time you want.” His lips connected with her shoulder as he gave her puppy eyes, pleading.

“You’re a damn sexy ass fool Joel Miller. Managing to make me think things are possible and shit, what’s wrong with you?” Tears ran down her face as took his in her hands. Every time she thought it might not work, something might be wrong, damn if he didn’t anchor her in the mist of her anxieties.

Joel nuzzled his face between her breasts wondering what she would look like pregnant and even more plump that she already was growing a baby. Would they have his soft curls or her coily thick hair? His dark brown eyes or her honey-colored ones? Would they be as intelligent as she was and have her sense of humor? Would they like hunting, cars and creating things with their hands like he did? What would be the child’s taste in music? Would they like sports, arts, science, all of them or none? The possibilities were endless.

“I’m your damn fool Layla darlin’. I ain’t going nowhere either.”

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[geordikisser]

thinking about porter, missing porter.

i just imagine one day porter is injured on treasures door step on day, and unknowingly enough, they end up at lovelys house for help due to them being childhood friends. id like to think treasure is keeping the fact that porter is a vampire to lovely & vincent [ spoiler alert: vincent & lovely already know porters a vampire obviously,, ] but lovely doesn’t know that !

not canon behavior in the slightest don’t behead me

lovely: treasure? wyd here? OH MY GOD—

treasure: please lovely you gotta help!

vincent: whats all this racket? OH.

porter, barely hanging by a thread: ughh,,,

treasure: please lovely! idk how to do first aid!!! :-(

lovely & vincent: ,,,

lovely: so ,,, how’d this happen ?,,, where’d you find him ,,

treasure: he came onto my doorstep weak! he was covered in injuries and at first, i thought it was foreplay— ,,

vincent, slightly disgusted: freak ass foreplay ,,

treasure: but then he fell into my arms and i realized he was actually hurt & came to me for help! :-(,,

lovely: wow. ok uhm ,, don’t worry, we’ll help him! he’ll be brand new when you see him again

treasure: wdym again?

vincent: give us a moment ,,, treasure.

treasure nods as they step out the room

vincent: im not aiding this freak.

lovely: vincent cmon!! your healing magic is better than mine!

vincent, grimaced: god can you believe they thought this was foreplay ,,, they gotta be into some freak shit, lovely ,,,

lovely: god don’t get me started, literally felt my heart fall to my ass when they said that.

vincent: porter being a masochist doesn’t surprise me though tbh, it just justifies the reason he acts the way he did way before now

lovely, giggling: vincent!

vincent: what!? i’m not below kink shaming!!!

lovely: jesus that’s not what i—,, ok,,

vincent: you think treasure was the human he wanted to bring to the summit?

lovely: no, i mean probably not anyway, treasure doesn’t believe in this stuff. i don’t even think they know about my situation

vincent: really? they must be real stupid then if they met porter & haven’t pointed a thing supernatural about him yet

lovely, mad: boy? get to healing since you wanna talk like that >:-(

vincent: ugh. fine.

treasure, wakes up: ,,, mmh, porter?

porter: treasure ,,? where are we ,,

treasure; a super close friend of mine! don’t worry— they don’t know your secret. we are safe here

porter, feeling unsettled: ,,, treasure. who is this friend of yours,,,

treasure: my childhood bestfriend! darlin’ & their boyfriend vincent.

vincent: hello porter.

porter: wow. this is just my luck.

treasure: and don’t worry! i didn’t tell them your seeecreeet

lovely: uhm what

porter, awed: you poor thing d’aww,,, thank you though, treasure.

vincent: what happened porter. who roughened you up?

porter: i stumbled across the wrong crowd, that’s all i’ll say,,,

lovely: treasure, you got to be having body if you can carry porter from your house to ours tho lowkey

treasure: what?

vincent: i was thinking the same thing lowkey, porter is a hunk of meat ill say

porter: that a compliment, vinny?

vincent: a hunk of meat. that’s easy to cut and tear apart.

porter: oh don’t put such a fantasy in my head infront of your partner mr. solaire!

vincent: jesus— porter, don’t piss me off in my own house,,,

lovely: i’m unconvinced that he pulled them for some reason.

treasure: we should all go on a double date sometime! that would be lots of fun!! i didn’t know you two knew each-other :-3

porter: what do you say, you two? you don’t want to break my poor sweet treasures heart do you,,?

lovely, winced: eeermm yeah treasure,,, social cues were never your thing ,,,

vincent: sure.

lovely & porter in disbelief.

treasure: awesome! maybe a lunch date? :-D

porter: uhm treasure ,,, maybe dinner, how’s that?

treasure: oh yes—!! i nearly forgot. erm. maybe the farish house? they have good mediterranean food!!

vincent, smirking: we can discuss this later when your partner isn’t in agony, yes?

porter looks horrified (didn’t think vincent would say yes.)

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

I hate you more.

steve harrington x female reader.

just because ive been obsessed with steve over the past week or more.

content warnings/info: enemies to lovers, SMUT!, hate sex, degradation, slight praise, "baby", "i hate you", after care, femdom at the beginning, slight breeding, slight angst I guess, a lot of kissing.

I'm in my living room, cleaning up as the room was just a complete mess. My entire house was wrecked. I'd been too busy and too stressed to clean up.

And today was my day off, I would finally be alone and I could clean up and-

knock, knock, knock..

I groan. "Come in! The door's unlocked." I yell out, quite aggravated as I assume it's my landlord.

I continue to clean up the clothes off the floor, not bothering to look up. "Listen, I know it's a mess but please.. I've been so stressed.." I drown out as I look up to see Steve Harrington standing in all his pride in my home.

"Harrington, I really don't want to deal with your shit today, it's my day off and I need to clean if that wasn't obvious." I sigh, continuing to clean.

"Yeah? I couldn't tell." He chuckles before I scoff.

"If you don't need anything can you get out?" I begin to shout, stopping cleaning to attent myself to him.

"You know that landlord is supposed to come today, right?" He asks, placing himself on my couch.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you sitting down?- no, nevermind that, why are you even here?"

"I must've forgot. You know what, I blame your messy house." He stands up, examining the house, walking around down the hallway himself.

"Then leave. Or help me clean, make yourself useful." I finish cleaning up the clothes off the ground.

"Why would I do either of those? That's so boring." He chuckles, walking in front of my couch again.

"Because it's my day off!" I shout pushing him onto the couch. "So.. either you are going to help me or get the hell out!" I point to the door, not realizing that I'm on top of him.

"Is this what you meant by help you out?" He scoffs.

When I try to get off he pulls me back towards him.

"Awe. You look so ugly up there." He smirks.

"You look uglier down there." I lean down to his face smiling.

I feel hot breath fanning against my face when I bring my face into his, aggressively bullying my mouth against his.

"Mm- yeah? Wanna- do it- mm- like this?" He says inbetween kisses when I find the opportunity to put my tongue into his mouth.

I grind against him as he sits up, moaning into the kiss.

We break apart, I get off of him, knees to the ground as I begin to unbuckle his pants.

"Straight for the dick, huh? You really are a little slut." He insults, moving his hips up so I can pull his pants down.

"It's probably small." I mewl, looking up at him before his cock springs upwards towards his stomach.

Saliva collects in my mouth at his size.

"For something so small, you sure are speechless." He chuckles.

"Shut up. Even I expected more." I say as I wrap my hands around his cock, pumping it hard.

He moans into my touch when I lick the tip.

"Ughh- god-"

"What? You like that, don't you?" I say, taking my hands off of his cock.

"Fuck- yes! Why would you stop?" He sits up, attempting to grab my hand when I pull it away.

"Then beg for me." I smirk, now feeling dominant.

"Please, ugh. You're always actin' like such a bi-"

"Doesn't sound like you want it." I look up at him.

"Ugh- please y/n.. please please- god- please keep touching me. Fuck I'm so hard." He groans as I bring my hands back to his cock, pumping him softer than before.

"Yeah? You just love when I pump your cock like this don't you?" I say getting more aggressive. "Bet you want me to suck it too, don't you?" I look up to see him nod and bite his lower lip, moaning pretty high-pitched whimpers.

I lick up his shaft before taking his tip into my mouth, bobbing my head on half his length.

I snake a hand down into my pants to rub my puffy clit, needing for friction.

He moans at the sight.

He sits up and pulls me onto the couch effortlessly.

"You had your fun.. touching.. teasing.. licking. It's my turn now." He says lifting my shirt up over my head.

I bite my bottom lip and giggle at his expression he made when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra.

I take my hands up to play with them as he watches, in the mean time taking off my pants.

He removes his own shirt before I lay back against the couch, playing with my clit.

He shoo's my hand away, inserting his middle finger into my wet hole.

I grind against his hands as his thumb rubs circles on my clit.

He begins to go faster and harder, inserting his ring finger.

"Fuck- Steve!" I call out.

"Oh baby, say my name." He grins and groans pushing into me lucidly.

"D-don't- mm.. call me that." I moan, tusking at his hair.

"Mm- what you don't like that? Or is it because it's me?" He pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper at the loss of contact.

He brings his cock to my entrance, rubbing the tip along my folds covering it in my slick. He slides into me and I bring my lips to his, moaning into the kiss.

"God, I hate you." I say between wet sloppy kisses as he fucks into me, hitting a deep spongy part each time he thrusts.

"I hate you more." He says as we kiss messily.

"Doubt it- ah!" I moan, my chest puffs up towards him.

He leans up away from me, grabbing my thighs, prying them apart when I bite my lip at the sight.

He humps into me as I grind back.

"Fucker- gonna make me- ugh- cum.." I make grabby hands at his shoulders as he leans down.

I kiss him again, scratching at his shoulders assuring red scratch marks to be there.

"Mm.. gonna cum f'me baby?" He says ending our pretty kiss.

My pussy tightens at him calling me baby. The way he says it ignites something in me that I no longer think is hate.

"Oh- I thought you- fuck- didn't like when I called you baby?"

"I hate it.." I pull him down to kiss me, muffling my orgasm.

I scratch at his back. "I'm gonna- cum.." I whisper to him.

"Mhmmhm." He chuckles in a groan. "Me too." He whispers back, moving a piece of hair out of my face before kissing me again.

I giggle into the kiss and I can feel him smile against my lips.

I pull him off me by his shoulders.

"Come on baby, cum with me.."

I bite my lip and grind into him, reaching my high, I snake my hands down to rub my clit.

"Ughh.. please Steve. Feel s-so good n' so deep.." My tits are bouncing up and down.

"C-cummin'!" Steve shouts out to warn me as we both cum together, him inside of me.

The room falls silent besides our heavy breathing mixing together.

"Fuck." He breathes out in a chuckle.

I giggle looking into his eyes when they lock.

But neither of us pull away.

"God, Harrington.. oh my god!" I push his shoulders up, his erect that slightly softened inside of me painfully slipping out.

"Ow, ow, ow.." I suck breath in from the pain.

"What? Are you okay?" He says softly, grabbing my shoulders.

"I'm fine.. but.. what- we just.." I put a hand to my head before looking at him, who's smiling.

He places a kiss to my forehead.

"Aw, baby. You regret it, so soon?" He kisses my lips softly before pulling away, I find my lips chasing his.

He uses a finger to reject my lips.

"Come're, baby." He pulls me to lay down on the couch with him, I cuddle into him.

"I'll never get out of this.." My sigh turns into a chuckle. "Not to mention my house is still messy. And I don't know why you're here."

"What? You don't love me?" He winks at me.

I kiss his lips softly.

"I hate you." I smile, feeling down his chest, kissing his neck.

I look up at him and bite my lip.

"Oh baby, I hate you more."