#and the tongue thing in the last 😝

[disasterbijamietartt]

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

heyy, could you write abt bestfriend!bucky x bestfriend!reader, where they talk abt random stuff and then it comes up that bucky never saw boobs irl and reader decides to show him? maybe some smut in the end😝🎀

Help You Out With That » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky admits that he’s never seen boobs in real life so you decide to help him out with that and show him yours. Then one thing leads to another and you two end up hooking up.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, brief mention of alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, female receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“There’s no way you did that.” Bucky says laughing.

“I did.” You laughed. “When I was 16, my friends dared me and gave me $20 to jump in the river with no clothes on.” You tell him. “I just didn’t know there was a cop there.” You said laughing.

“Did you get arrested?” He asks curiously, taking a sip of beer.

“Yep.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. “My parents were so pissed and I got grounded for the rest of that month.” You say.

You were over at Bucky’s apartment spending time with him and talking about random things. You two haven’t seen each other in a while due to him being on a week long mission. He got home last night and he asked you to come over today.

“So you were totally naked when you jumped in the river?” He asks.

“Yes.” You answered.

“Meaning that your friends and the cop saw your boobs?” He asks curiously.

“Yes.” You answered. “The cop told me to put my clothes on before he handcuffed me and took me to the police station.” You say.

“Hmm.” He hums, taking a long sip of his beer. “I’ve never seen boobs.” He admits.

You stared at him with a surprised look on your face, blinking a couple times. James Buchanan Barnes, the ladies man of the 1940s and your best friend, has never seen a woman’s boobs. He looks and seems like the kind of man who has seen literally almost everything in his life.

“You’ve never seen boobs?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

Bucky nods to confirm it, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You bit your bottom lip when an idea popped into your head. You leaned forward just enough to take off your tank top, dropping it on the floor. Bucky stared at you with wide eyes.

“What- What are you doing?” Bucky asks.

“Showing you my boobs.” You confidently said. “I’m just gonna help you out with that.” You say with a wink.

Bucky watched you take your bra off and drop it on the floor. You stood up and sat on his lap, straddling him. Bucky wasn’t sure if he should look at your face or boobs.

“You can look at them.” You tell him. “I trust you.” You say.

Bucky’s eyes move down to your boobs, his breath got caught in his throat. He licked his lips as he stared at them with hungry eyes.

“You can touch them.” You say, shaking your chest to make your boobs jiggle.

Bucky hesitantly brought his hands up to your boobs. He put his hands on your sides just below your boobs. You shivered at the cool feeling of his vibranium hand against your skin. Bucky’s thumb rubbed against the underside of your boobs before moving his hands more towards your boobs. He gently cupped them, his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, making you moan softly.

Bucky decided to take it a step further. He leaned his head forward, placing kisses along the swells of your boobs. His teeth nipped on your skin, hard enough to mark you up. He slowly moved his lip down towards on of your nipples, taking it in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple, flicking the hardened bud with the tip of his tongue. You moaned at the feeling. Your hands grasped onto his shirt, clutching it in your hands.

You didn’t even realize you were moving your hips against his till you felt his bulge rubbing against your pussy through your shorts. You could feel your panties getting wetter by the second. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. You were also enjoying the feeling of his stubble against your skin.

Bucky’s hand found its way to the back of your head and moved it so you were looking at him. He moved his lips upwards to your lips, kissing you hungrily. You cupped his cheeks to intensify the kiss. The kiss got more heated by the second. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, making you part your lips just enough for his tongue to slide itself in your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth.

Bucky put his hands on your hips, holding onto you with a tight grip so he can maneuver the two of you so you were laying on the couch and Bucky was on top of you. His right hand left your hip to unbutton and unzip your shorts. He slid his hand inside of your shorts, touching your panties and finding out how wet your panties are.

“You’re so fucking wet, doll.” Bucky groans against your lips.

“It’s all because of you.” You say.

Bucky smirked against your lips and slide his hand in the front of your panties. His fingers began rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips against his hand, wanting more. Bucky chuckles at your eagerness.

“Eager, aren’t you, babydoll?” Bucky chuckles.

You whined at his words and bucked your hips against his hand again.

“Patiences, doll face.” He says softly.

Bucky pulled away from your lips and kissed down your body, stopping just above the waistbands of your shorts and panties. He looked up at you, waiting for permission, which you gave him. He hooked his fingers in the waistbands of your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one go and threw them somewhere in the living room.

He kissed both of your hipbones before placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, making his way to your wet pussy. You shivered when you felt his breath on where you need him the most. Bucky licked in between your folds, catching you off guard and moaning to himself.

“Just as I thought.” He licks your folds again. “You taste amazing.” He practically moans.

His tongue licked from your entrance to your clit a few times before circling the tip of his tongue around your clit. You bucked your hips at the feeling. Bucky laid his vibranium arm across your hips to hold you down.

“Stay still.” His voice sounding husky. “I want to enjoy your sweetness before I fuck you.” He says.

Bucky latched his lips onto your clit, sucking on it while his tongue continues to lick your slick on your folds. He ate you out like a starved man. Your hands flew down to his head, your fingers tugging on his hair. You lifted your head up and looked down at him. Bucky’s eyes flickered up at you and winked at you.

You were caught off guard when Bucky slid a finger in your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his finger rubbing along your walls. You got lost in your thoughts. You were curious to know how this man knows how to eat pussy like a pro, but has never seen boobs. That thought floated around in your mind till Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Did I make you go dumb with my tongue, doll face? I was expecting you to go dumb on my cock.” Bucky says cockily.

You just moaned at his dirty words. His dirty words turned you on even more. You threw your head back against the arm of the couch in pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Nuh uh.” Bucky’s vibranium hand gently tapped your cheek. “Eyes on me, babydoll.” He orders.

You huffed softly before opening your eyes and readjusted your head so you were looking down at him eating you out.

“That’s it.” He softly praises. “Good girl.” He praises again.

Bucky went back to eating you out. His tongue licked from your clit to your entrance. The tip of his tongue prodded your entrance, catching you by surprise and making a pornographic moan fall from your lips. Bucky smirked to himself and did it again, earning another pornographic moan from you. Your pussy also clenched around his finger.

Your orgasm began to build up and your legs started to shake a little bit. Your back arched off of the couch when his finger hit your sweet spot. His tongue continued to flick against your clit. You already knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I can feel you getting close, doll.” Bucky huskily said. “Are you gonna cum?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!” You answered in a whimper. “Please let me cum!” You begged desperately.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He says.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan of his name left your lips when you came, soaking his fingers and face. Bucky’s tongue gave your clit one last flick before he sat up. His beard was drenched in your juices. He hovered over you, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss to take off his clothes. You watched with hungry eyes. You licked your lips when you finally got to see his perfectly sculpted body. Your eyes wandered further down his body. Your eyes stared at his cock. He’s big. His cock is hard and leaking with precum.

“My eyes are up here, gorgeous.” Bucky says, playfully snapping his fingers.

You sat up and reached for his Army dog tags, grabbing onto the chain and yanked on them to pull him closer to you. You kissed him with hunger. You moaned when you felt his cock against your pussy. You reached a hand down and stroked his cock, making Bucky moan softly against your lips.

“Fuck me please, Bucky.” You begged softly, letting go of his cock.

Bucky held the base of his cock, lining it at your entrance. He watched your facial expressions as he slid his cock in your pussy. Your mouth fell open when you felt him stretching you open.

“So big.” You say breathlessly.

You spread your legs wider to give him more access. Bucky’s hands rubbed up and down your waist before holding onto it. His thrusts started off slow and loving, but sped up enough to make it pleasurable. Your hands grasped onto his biceps, digging your nails in his skin and the vibranium.

You quickly got entranced by his dog tags dangling just above your face. His dog tags swung every time he thrusted. You grabbed onto them and pulled on them just enough to get Bucky to lean down to kiss you. The kiss was sloppy, but your lips with in sync with his.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss and moved back just enough to stare at your boobs, quickly getting mesmerized by them bouncing as he thrusted into you. He licked his lips at the sight. He dipped his head down to kiss softly along the swells of your boobs. While his lips were occupied with kissing your boobs, his right hand left your waist and found its way to your boob. His thumb rubbed over your nipple and circled it a few times before pinching it. A tingle shot through your body, along with a moan falling from your lips.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned.

“I love the way you say my name.” Bucky huskily said. “Say it again.” He says.

“Oh Bucky!” You moaned again.

You moaning his name urged Bucky on. His thrusts got faster. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together and pulled himself closer to you. That made Bucky’s cock go deeper in your pussy. A loud moan left your lips when his cock found your sweet spot with ease. Your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails in his skin and making red line marks.

“Right there!” You tell him. “Right fucking there!” You say again, followed by a moan.

“Is that your little spot, babydoll?” He asks in a cooing voice.

You moaned in response. You arched your back in pleasure. You practically shoved your boobs in Bucky’s face, which he had no problem with.

Bucky’s vibranium hand snaked its way down to your clit and started rubbing it. You jumped slightly at the cool feeling, but quickly got used to it. Your pussy clenched around his cock at the feeling of his fingers against your clit, making Bucky moan at the feeling.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans.

Your orgasm built up the more Bucky rubbed your clit. You felt your lower stomach tighten. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you. You weren’t sure how much you could take.

“Bucky, I- fuck!” You moaned more in a whimper. “I’m going to cum.” You tell him. “Please let me cum.” You begged desperately.

“Cum for me, gorgeous.” Bucky says huskily.

His fingers rubbed your clit faster. That’s when you fell over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and his name fell from your lips in a loud moan when you came.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises. “Good fucking girl.” He praises again.

Bucky gave your clit one last rub and then focused on his own orgasm, which wasn’t too far behind yours. His thrusts got sloppy, but he quickly regain rhythm. Bucky’s head fell against your chest.

“I need to- fuck… I need to pull out, doll.” He says, panting.

“No!” You whined. “Cum in me.” You tell him.

“You can’t just say shit like that, babydoll.” He says.

“Just do it! I want to feel it!” You tell him.

“Dirty girl.” He growls.

Bucky came inside of you after a few more thrusts. His thrusts came to a halt. He unwrapped your legs from his waist and sat back on the couch. The two of you were panting and sweaty.

“That was…” You breathed, trying to find the right words to describe the best sex you just had with Bucky.

“Fucking incredible.” Bucky says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, nodding your head.

Bucky looked over at you. He admired the hickeys he left all over your boobs.

“Thank you for helping me out with that.” He says.

“You don’t have to thank me, Buck.” You sat up. “I’ll show you my boobs anytime you want to see them.” You say and bit your bottom lip, shaking your chest to make your boobs jiggle.

Bucky grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, making you squeal.

“You have great boobs.” Bucky says, licking his lips and making you giggle.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[uhohdad]

Can i request hehe? loser!könig x clingy reader 😞🙏, thank youu😍🥰😘🫦😝😏

(18+) Loser!König x Reader

König’s never met someone so touchy before. Laying your soft, delicate hand on his arm so casually, not even slowing the story you’re recounting. He’s stopped listening the moment you made contact with him, it’s impossible to focus on anything but the searing, electric heat that builds under your hand.

He freezes whenever you greet him with a hug. You don’t even seem to notice how he short-circuits when you smush your cheek in the space just below his chest, little arms slung around his waist. He can’t even bring himself to return the embrace, staring down at you with wide eyes long after you pull away. A bright, toothy grin on your face as you ramble on like you hadn’t just gifted him the most intimate moment he’s had with another human being in years, entirely oblivious to the cock at attention and filling the slack in the front of his pants.

König doesn’t text. And when he does, he restricts it to business matters only. So he’s truly not sure how to respond to your messages that consist of mostly nonsense. The café drink you ordered this morning, a picture of a random dog you saw while out and about, a joke he doesn’t understand in the least bit … asking about his day?

You care about how his day went?

And now König texts. Fighting the truly arduous battle of having large hands and a tiny phone keyboard. Sending you responses that are littered with typos and nothing short of cryptic. He feels as if you’ve classically conditioned him, because every time his phone lights up, so does he. He nearly throws his phone across the room trying to retrieve it to see what you’ve sent him this time. He spends way too much time, especially before bed, rereading your old conversations and smiling at the silly things you send him.

His favorite are the photos. Selfies, you call them. Pictures of you doing mundane things - except you’re in them. Giving him a photo of your face without thinking twice, not knowing the worth of such a priceless treasure.

König could stare at your face for hours, soaking in every detail as he replays your conversations in his head, the echoes of your laughter in his ears and his hand wrapped around his frustrated cock.

He likes to imagine how soft your lips would feel, where those delicate hands would wander as you press your tongue to his. Those pretty, sparkling eyes staring up at him while you’re on your knees, struggling to swallow a cock that you’re clearly no match for. Wondering what your face would look like twisted with overstimulation and pleasure as you take his thick cock, your plush chest bouncing against your ribcage with each powerful thrust of his hips. He stares longingly at your photo through drowsy, half-lidded eyes, pumping his cock until his breathy grunts turn shallow, every muscle tight and trembling. His finish splatters over his stomach in creamy droplets, coating his hardened hands while he milks every last drop, imaging he’s staking his claim deep inside your cunt instead.

You’re torturing him with your insistence.

He hopes you never stop.

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[probably-writing-x]

Fault.

Summary: you’re an incredible writer!!! could you write conrad x reader where she is belly’s best friend and goes with them to cousins for the summers, and she tries really hard to not like conrad because belly does but he likes her back and they start secretly hooking up/dating? hell maybe even throw in that jeremiah likes her too 😂 and everyone finds out somehow, i live for the messy drama 😝

Warnings: Sexual references and innuendos, 18+ DNI

Cousins had been a part of your childhood like it had been for Belly. You’d met her in kindergarten and been inseparable ever since, so you were practically the third sibling to her and Steven. You spent countless summer days with them, then came home with Belly and spent the rest of the year counting down until next summer would come around.

When you were young, it was just fun and sun and summer and Belly’s undying crush on the older brother. Not too much of that had changed as you’d grown up now - but perhaps you’d changed.

You weren’t sure when it had changed. But, one summer, it was like you looked at that older brother and saw what Belly was on about this whole time. You didn’t see him in the same infatuating way that she did, but you couldn’t deny any longer that he was attractive. There was just something in those eyes, the sort of half smile he gave you, the way his words just rolled off his tongue so smoothly. You couldn’t help it.

Once you’d came to that realisation, perhaps two summers ago, you’d done your best to completely suppress it. You ignored it. You ignored him. You avoided being alone with him, brought up Belly whenever you felt like the conversation might be shifting. You did everything in your power to stop yourself from ever feeling that way about Conrad. It wasn’t that you didn’t want something to happen - but breaking your own heart would be better than breaking your best friend’s.

But those damn eyes…

———

“It feels weird doing this drive myself,” You point out, indicating into the last street that would lead you into Cousins, “I’m used to your Mom complaining that we’re too loud.”

Belly laughs in the passenger seat, “Now you’ve just got Steven complaining.”

You glance in your rear view mirror to where Steven was resting against the window with his eyes closed, “Shut up.”

“Come on Stevie, we’re almost there,” You taunt, turning once again into the final road to the Fisher-Beck household.

Laurel hadn’t driven you this year, she had some fancy author thing to attend so she’d be meeting you next week. Belly couldn’t wait to come to Cousins, however, so you’d offered to drive the three of you.

When you pull up into the driveway, it’s like every bit of summer ignites - the start of a million memories.

Almost instantly, the door opens and Jeremiah comes hurrying out.

“Thank god you’re here!”

He opens the driver’s side door of your car and sticks his head in, grinning widely at the three of you.

“Good to see you too, Jere,” You laugh, stepping out of your seat to hug him.

He smells like mint and limes.

“We’ve got so much to catch up on,” Jeremiah comments, hurrying around to hug Belly too as Steven drags himself out of the car.

You laugh and ruffle his hair, much to his disgust, at the same moment that the front door swings open again and the other brother steps out, squinting a little at the sun. He’s wearing a navy t-shirt and grey shorts, dragging a hand through his messy hair. He jogs down the few steps from the front door and makes his way over.

“Hey!” You clear your throat, swinging your keys in your hand.

Conrad looks at you and smiles lightly, the sort that meets his eyes in a brief moment, “How was the drive?”

You shrug, “Mostly okay, I still hate all these country roads though.”

He laughs, looking down at his feet, “Yeah, I know you do. You’ll get used to it.”

You nod and both of you fall silent for a moment.

“So do you-“

“Did you-“

You both look at each other and laugh.

“You first,” He gestures towards you, stuffing his hands into his pockets soon after.

“No, um,” You shake your head, “I was just going to ask if you have plans tonight. Someone at the gas station told us there’s a drive in movie. We were thinking we could all go.”

Conrad nods, “If it’s a musical I’m not going.”

“Deal.”

You turn back to the rest of the group as Steven and Belly are grabbing bags from the trunk.

“Oh it’s so good to see you all!” Beams Susannah as you all trail inside.

She wraps Steven in a hug, does the same to Belly and then comes over to you, squeezing you tightly.

The house is no different but it always feels brighter at the start of summer, like it’s welcoming you back. You breathe it in for a second, a sigh of relief at your return.

“Alright, get settled into your rooms and everything and I’ll make us up some lunch,” Susannah encourages.

You follow behind Belly towards the room that the two of you shared, walking past the ajar door to Conrad’s room. You ignore the fluttering in your chest.

“God it’s good to be back,” Belly grins, dropping down onto the mattress and spreading out her arms.

“Yeah, it feels like forever since we’ve been here,” You nod, setting your suitcase down onto the floor and sitting yourself on the edge of the bed beside her.

She reaches over and grabs Junior Mint, setting him down on the mattress.

“I still remember when Conrad got me this,” She mumbles, brushing her thumb over the white fur.

“At the boardwalk right?” You comment, “It was that day I was sick.”

She hums in response.

You remembered that day too. Conrad had come home with a toy giraffe stuffed in his bag and told you it was meant to make you feel better. He hadn’t won it, but he paid someone else for it. You’d kept it in your suitcase until you got home - knowing it wasn’t worth upsetting Belly over. And, to this day, on the same mattress sat the same toy you’d had for all those years.

“I don’t get him these days,” Belly shakes her head, “Sometimes I’m so sure he feels the same way about me and then other times… it’s like his heart is somewhere else.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, “That’s all guys for you.”

“Not Jeremiah,” Belly laughs, “He’s been in love with you since I first brought you here.”

You laugh too, “I don’t know where you get that impression from.”

She scoffs, “You’re just blind, (Y/n).”

Belly looks up at you from where she lay and smiles, hugging the polar bear close to her chest. You smile back and ignore the slight tightness in your chest at being back here this summer - being back with the boy that your heart just seemed to pull to.

———

That night, you all start heading out to the drive in.

“Okay I’m just saying we’re not all sitting in one car to watch this movie,” Steven points out, “We won’t be able to see anything in the back.”

“You’re so dramatic, you’ll fall asleep halfway through anyway,” You roll your eyes, tugging your shoes on at the door, “I can just take my car too if it’s that big of a deal.”

Jeremiah, Belly and Steven all make their way outside, fighting over who will get shotgun in Jere’s car.

You glance back and see Conrad eventually coming down the stairs.

“Where are the others?” He frowns, grabbing his shoes and pulling them on.

“Um,” You clear your throat, “They’ve gone already, they’re going in Jere’s car, we’re taking mine.”

He nods, “I’ll drive.”

With that, he stretches out a hand to take your keys and you oblige, following behind him to where your car sat in the driveway.

Every so often, you could convince yourself that Conrad might ever feel the same way about you. It was in the little things. The glances, the comments, the smile. You could convince that small part of yourself that he was waiting for you as much as you were waiting for him. But it disappeared quickly.

But, now, seeing him behind the wheel of your car, humming along to the song playing through the radio, it felt like this could be something. You weren’t sure why. It was just a feeling.

———

By the time you get to the drive-in, it’s packed out. Conrad drives around the back and pulls into a space, nowhere near to Jere and the others.

“We can go and find them if you want,” You offer, glancing out of the window.

Conrad shrugs, “I like the peace and quiet without them.”

You laugh, “Just us then.”

The film starts and both of you sit in relative silence. You shift in your seat and cross your legs beneath you, leaning back against the chair. There’s a couple in the car beside you and your eyes drift over to them - how he sits with her head against his shoulder, his arm around her, looking down like she’s the only person in the world. You’d never had that with someone. Not that you hadn’t wanted to, or options hadn’t been there, but it just was never right for you.

And then your eyes turn back to Conrad. The light of the film catches against his skin, glowing his eyes just a little. It shadows down his jaw, darkening his jawline and brushing over the muscles. You take a deep breath. Ignore it. It wasn’t worth it.

He turns his head to look at you and you quickly look away.

“(Y/n)…”

“I’m going to grab a drink,” You say quickly, rushing to open the passenger door and scrambling out.

As soon as you’re outside, you gasp at the air like you hadn’t taken a single breath beside him. Like he’d taken them all away.

Ignore it. It wasn’t worth it.

———

“Oh my god this storm is awful,” You hiss into the air between you and Belly, snuggling under the covers of the double bed that you shared.

It was the following day and a storm had started to sweep over Cousins. There was a chill in the air all day and it had now turned into a full blown storm in the middle of the night. The rain was hammering down, wind sweeping over the houses, and thunder claps every few minutes.

“Belly,” You hiss again, “You awake?”

You’re met with the balanced, shallow breaths beside you that tell you she’s not hearing you. You sigh and shift in the bed until you’re sat on the mattress, debating your options. Sleep wouldn’t welcome you when the weather was like this. It wasn’t that you were scared of storms, they just unnerved you. Okay, you hated them.

With another clap of thunder, you step out of the bed and pull a hoodie over the crop top and shorts you’d been wearing, padding through the silent house and down the creaking steps. You wince with the creak on each one until you’re finally downstairs, stepping through into the kitchen.

“(Y/n)?” A voice speaks softly into the dark voice and you flinch instantly, spinning on your heel.

It’s Conrad.

“Con?” You frown, “Why are you awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” He returns.

He’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a forest green t-shirt. He looks cosy and innocent.

“Yeah, I just… uh-“

“You hate storms.”

You feel your cheeks heat at his words, looking down at your feet as if he’s just embarrassed you in front of no company at all.

“Come on,” He gestures with his head, his hands stuffed into his pockets, “I’m going to start the fire.”

You follow him through into the lounge and sit down on the floor beside him as he starts fixing up the fire. You hand over logs and he sets them in place, you hand over the matches and he scratches them against the box to set it alight, holding it against the paper until it ignites. The heat hits you almost instantly in the too-cold house, wrapping you in an embrace of crackling warmth.

At the same moment, another rumble of thunder sounds from outside and you visibly flinch, glancing quickly out of the window at the hammering rain. Conrad chuckles from beside you, only quietly.

“Don’t worry, we’ve had worse storms here,” He assures you.

“That doesn’t help,” You roll your eyes, drawing your knees up to your chest.

“Oh, come on, I promise it’s okay,” He nudges your shoulder, “Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Conrad Fisher are you going soft on me?” You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re normally so blunt.”

He looks away with a smile on his lips, “For everyone else, maybe.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat, the words escaping you. There was just something about the way he looked at you, the way his eyes just melt into you.

“You know I-“ He stops himself, taking a deep breath, “I kind of felt like things were different with us this summer.”

“D- different?”

“Don’t you?” He says, “I just feel like you’ve been… distant?”

You stop yourself from speaking again.

“And, tell me to stop, but I’m-“ He half-laughs as if it’s a way of escaping the nerves, “I’m… I just thought I was so sure that there was something between us.”

“Con-“

“And you can tell me that I’m wrong but I don’t think I am.”

“Conrad I-“ You pause, biting your lip, “I can’t.”

“Just…” He shuffles in closer to you, his hand slowly rising to your cheek, thumb brushing the skin, “Tell me to stop.”

With that, he leans in and you find yourself pulled to him too, every bone in your body finally giving in to what you wanted. Your hands move to grip his shoulder, his breath fanning over your lips as he presses his against yours, slow at first and cautious.

You practically gasp at the contact, pulling him into you as if you don’t want him to slip away. His hand moves lower from your jaw and down to your neck, fingers wrapping around the back to keep you drawn to him, his other hand moving down to your waist. His fingers slip further back to the base of your spine, guiding you back against the floor as his other hand lowers your head down softly. You pull him back to your lips, fingers tangling into his hair. Both of you tangled between each other as his legs settle next to and between yours.

Once both of you are breathless, he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” He mumbles, laughing gently against you.

“I think I have some idea,” You respond, gripping his shoulders once again to pull him back into you.

———

It’s much later than normal the next morning when you eventually wake up. You and Conrad had split off into your separate rooms just as the fire was dying out and, with the sun blaring through the windows now, it just felt like it hadn’t happened. Like last night was a dream.

“Hey! You’re finally awake!” Belly announces as she walks back into the bedroom, “What happened to you last night?”

“Oh, um,” You lean up onto your elbows, “You know what I’m like, I hate storms.”

She nods, sitting on the edge of the bed, “We were thinking of what to do today.”

“Yeah? What’s the plan?” You drag a hand through your hair, feeling the flashbacks of Conrad’s fingers tangled amongst the strands.

“I don’t know yet, maybe we could go out tonight? There’s a party I think, one of Jere’s friends,” Belly suggests, picking Junior Mint up from the floor and setting him back onto the bed.

You feel your heart drop. The realisation seemingly hitting you like a ton of bricks. This was awful. What had you done?

It would break her heart if she knew what had happened last night.

But, god, you wanted to see Conrad again.

She disappears again to let you somewhat wake up fully and you push yourself enough out of the bed that your legs dangle over the side, dragging your hair away from your face and rubbing your hands over your eyes.

You don’t hear anyone coming into the room until he’s already dropping down onto the mattress behind you. The weight shifts and an all too familiar figure sits behind you, leaning forward to press a kiss to the exposed slither of skin on your shoulders.

“Good morning,” Conrad mumbles softly, his voice thick with sleep like your own.

You let yourself lean into his touch for a moment, every sensation from the night before seemingly reignited. It was real. He leans forward and perches his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head to look at you from the awkward angle.

“You know when we said last night that we’d be careful this isn’t what I meant,” You point out as he turns to kiss your neck, “This definitely isn’t careful.”

Conrad pulls back and you turn around on the bed so that you’re facing him, he reaches up a hand to brush the hair away from your face, “We’ll be careful. If that’s what it takes, we’ll do it.”

“I just…” You shake your head, “I can’t hurt Belly like that, not like this.”

Conrad nods and reaches a hand down to squeeze yours, “You won’t, I promise.”

You smile, taking a deep breath.

“But,” Conrad stands up, still holding your hand like he can’t bring himself to lose contact yet, “I would like to at least see you today. So if you could figure out a way for me to get you alone, that would be great.”

“God, you’re so needy Fisher.”

He rolls his eyes at you and disappears back out of the room, leaving you with a smile on your lips that it was impossible to get rid of.

———

Later that day, you’re outside with Belly, Jere and Steven by the pool, deciding on your plans for the evening.

“I’m just saying we should go, if it’s shit we can leave,” Jeremiah shrugs, “But like everyone’s going to be there.”

“Looking for someone to hook up with Jere?” Steven raises his eyebrows, splashing him with water from the pool.

Jeremiah scoffs, “Obviously not,” His eyes glance over to you, a small smile on his lips, “I just think it could be fun.”

“Alright but if we’re going we need drinks,” You point out, the idea crossing your mind as soon as you say the words, “I can go to the store.”

“There’s no way you’re getting anything,” Belly laughs, “You don’t have a fake.”

“No, but they know me less than they know you guys - so I’ll be more likely to get away with it, no?” You mention, pushing yourself up to stand, “Need anything else if I’m going?”

They all look at you slightly suspiciously but you ignore it, hurrying inside.

“Hey! I was just looking for yo-“ Conrad starts, just stepping down from the stairs as you rush through the house.

“Come on Fisher!” You grin, grabbing his hand on your way past, “We’re going out.”

He laughs breathlessly to catch up with you, following close behind as you grab your keys and run with him to your car.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” He raises his brows, pausing at the passenger side of the car.

You smile, “Didn’t you say you wanted to see me today?”

Conrad grins, “I won’t ask any more questions.”

Both of you pile into the car and you drive off, feeling like a new level of weightlessness when it was just the two of you together. You feel his eyes on you as you drive, like he’s infatuated by every part of you, and when you look back to him he doesn’t look away - the smile on his face only brightening at the connection. Part of you still couldn’t believe it.

You drive the two of you through the country lanes, through the rolling hills until you reach any level of seclusion, pulling up on a bank just over by the beach, overlooking an area that seemed completely untouched.

“Have you brought me here to kill me?” He looks at you slightly dumbfounded, “Should I be worried?”

“Well, there’s nobody here, I figured it was perfect,” You shrug, reaching into the back of your car to grab a couple of blankets.

“It is,” Conrad says, following your moves as you both get out of the car and walk down the short bank towards the sand.

The clearing of the beach is completely empty, and you stretch one of the blankets down onto the white sand, dropping down onto the soft surface and tossing the other blanket to your side. Conrad stands above you, his head blocking the sun as he grins down at you, his hair falling around his forehead.

“Hi,” You squint up at him, reaching out your arms until you can pull him into you.

He falls down beside you, leaning up onto his elbow.

“I still can’t believe this,” You comment, reaching up a hand to brush through the locks of hair around his eyes.

“Can’t believe what?”

“This. Us.” You say, feeling your stomach flip at the words, “I never thought it would happen.”

He frowns a little when you speak, “Why did you think that?”

You take a deep breath, “I’ve always been Bells’ friend, I thought that’s all you saw me as. God, they’re probably wondering where we are an-“

He leans down and silences your worries with a soft kiss, his lips lingering over yours without any pressure.

“They’re not thinking about us,” He assures you, “I’m thinking about us.”

You feel the smile tugging at your lips and he captures it into another kiss, as if sealing it between you.

You grip at his t-shirt and the back of his neck, pulling him into you as he shifts so that he’s over the top of your frame, deepening his connection against you. You’re breathless against his lips, desperate for more of him. His hand moves down to your waist, slipping below the hem of your top to hold your skin. You hiss at the contact, the cold touch of his fingertips.

He pulls back and smiles at you, glancing back around at the empty scene around you, “You know, there’s nobody around.”

You grin, looking to the side and pulling over the other blanket, shaking it out. He grabs it from you and stretches it over his back, burying both of you under your own seclusion.

His hands and lips find you again, his hips increasing their friction against you. And, in those moments, you’re sure that you two are the only two people in the world. Nobody else.

———

You get back a couple of hours later, carrying in a brown paper bag of liquor as Conrad walks behind you with two crates of beer.

“Listen I’m just saying that-“

You stop in your tracks as the door closes behind you and Jeremiah is stood in the hallway by the front door, at the base of the stairs.

“Where did you guys go?” He asks, glancing between the two of you.

“To the store,” Conrad says, nodding down to the items in your arms, “Getting the goods for you kids tonight.”

Jeremiah nods, “I could’ve gone with you (Y/n), if you needed help.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Con was just in the house when I came through so I asked if he wanted to come.”

Conrad smiles down at his feet and you fight the urge to nudge him in his side.

“Here, let me take that,” Jeremiah offers, taking the bag from your arms.

You thank him and he walks into the kitchen, Conrad following behind him, wiggling his brows at you before he disappears. You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile he always seemed to evoke.

“Hey!” Belly comes jogging down the stairs, “I thought I heard you, did you get everything at the store?”

“Yeah, yeah, got everything,” You nod, “Conrad got beer, and we got a bottle of tequila and vodka.”

“That’s where he was,” Belly returns, “I wasn’t sure where he’d disappeared to.”

You drag a hand through your hair, “Yeah sorry it was just a last minute thing, I figured I could do with the extra hands.”

She agrees, “I don’t think he’ll come tonight, he’s been distant recently.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m sure we can convince him,” You glance over to where him and Jere are stood in the kitchen and he laughs at something his brother has said, his eyes creasing as he does so.

You’re sure this is the brightest he’s seemed in a long time and you feel your heart swell a little at the sight.

And then Belly moves beside you and you’re flicked back to reality momentarily, a reality where your stomach sank at the thought of lying to your best friend.

———

All of you arrive at the party an hour after it had started, having made your way through at least half of the drinks you’d brought with you. You were wearing a pink floral fitted mini skirt and a white corset top that hugged your figure. You’d felt Conrad’s eyes on you almost as soon as you’d come downstairs.

The boys follow behind you as you all disperse amongst the party, you holding onto Belly’s hand as the two of you make your way to the kitchen.

“I’m already a bit buzzed,” Belly says into your ear, wearing a romper that she’d stolen from you, “I don’t think I should drink any more.”

You smile at her, “Here,” You pour lemonade into a red solo cup and push it into her hand, “They don’t need to know.”

You take your own bottle of beer and crack it open, holding your thumb over the top as you move back through the mass of bodies in search for the three boys’ heads that would pop up over the crowd.

“Wait,” Belly stops you, grabbing your arm, “I need to ask you something.”

You frown at her, shifting to face her against the moving bodies around you, “What is it?”

She leans in closer to you as she speaks, “I think I’m going to tell Conrad how I feel.”

You feel your heart drop, a lump forming in your throat.

“I just… I’ve been waiting for too long. And if I don’t say it now I never will,” She explains, “I can’t do that any more.”

You still can’t find the words, certain that you’ll stop breathing if the lump in your throat gets any larger. Your hands start to feel a little numb and you grip tighter onto the neck of the beer bottle to feel like you could be grounded at least a little.

“I have to say something,” She persists, “And hopefully he’ll tell me he feels the same way.”

Without realising, you stumble a little in the crowd and she reaches out to catch you.

“Are you okay?” Your best friend frowns at you.

“I just- I need some air,” You return, trying to force your words to be loud enough over the pounding music.

You push your way through the remaining people until you get to enough of a clearing, where you can get outside into the garden. Instantly, it’s like you’re gasping for a breath it was impossible to find.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Belly asks you, holding your arm as if holding you up.

“Um,” You drag a hand through your curled hair and look back at her, “Yeah, yeah, sorry, I just felt a bit dizzy in there.”

“God you terrified me,” She half-laughs, “Come on, the boys are over there.”

Belly guides you over to the beer pong table set up at one side of the terrace in the garden, Steven and Jeremiah are stood on one side and Conrad on the other.

“Hey! Bells, (Y/n)!” Jeremiah waves, “Come join us, we’re just starting.”

“Okay but I’m not drinking,” Belly grimaces at the sight of the half-filled cups.

“You can join our team then, (Y/n) can go with Conrad,” Steven shrugs, “Let’s go rookies.”

You walk over to Conrad’s side of the table and watch his eyes drag up and down the sight of your body, cocking your brow at him when his eyes finally meet yours. He blushes, fighting back a smile.

Jeremiah throws the first ball and it bounces from one of your cups, Conrad catching it as he throws it back, sinking it into one of the cups at the edge of their triangle.

“Nice shot,” You comment quietly, sipping from the beer in your hand.

He reaches an arm around your shoulders and takes the bottle from your hand, bringing it to his own lips to take a sip.

“Come on, drink up,” Steven breaks the moment, gesturing towards the ball now landed in one of the cups on your side.

You roll your eyes and pick up the cup, tipping back the drink and grimacing at the overwhelming taste.

“Alright, my turn,” You say, picking up the ball and lining up to throw it towards them.

Conrad’s hand falls to the small of your back, the bare skin between your top and skirt. You glance back with slightly widened eyes but quickly try to ignore it. He was buzzed, that’s what it was. All of his inhibitions were lowered, and his widened pupils couldn’t help but focus on you. You throw the ball from your hand and it bounces to land in their front cup. In one movement, you shift to stand directly in front of Conrad, trying your best to shield his desperation for you. The other three seem too distracted anyway, bickering over which one of them has to drink as Conrad holds your waist, pulling you back against him.

“Con,” You say under your breath, tightening your grip on the edge of the table, “Not here.”

He listens almost instantly, his hands loosening on you as he steps to the side, eyes not leaving you.

“We’ll leave early,” You mention quietly and he smirks, pursing his lips together.

“Come on losers, one of you has got to drink,” Conrad encourages, clasping his hands together, a new lease of life seemingly coursing through him.

You go about the rest of the game and you and Conrad both grimace through another two cups each before you eventually win the game, pushing your remaining cups to the other side for the rest to drink.

“Alright, I need to find the bathroom,” You mention, checking your reflection in the black mirror of your phone screen, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You squeeze Conrad’s forearm before stepping past him to walk towards the house, trailing through the bodies and eventually making your way upstairs to the nearest available bathroom, shooting him a text of ‘second door on the left’.

You sit yourself on the closed lid of the toilet until, only a minute later, there’s a tap at the door. Without so much as a second thought, you stand up and unlock the door quickly, grinning at the sight of Conrad on the other side. He glances once over his shoulder to check for any prying eyes in the empty corridor before stepping in, hands gripping your waist instantly and turning you around, pressing you against the door as it closes behind you. You gasp at the contact and your mouth falls open, Conrad dipping his head to kiss at your neck.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you in this,” He grumbles, pressing against you, “You’re killing me (Y/l/n).”

“Yeah? I couldn’t tell,” You smirk, your hands moving down to unbutton his trousers, pushing him back until his back hits the opposite wall.

———

You adjust your skirt once, twice more, before stepping outside, running a hand through your hair once again, dragging a finger under either of your eyes. Conrad had left a couple of minutes ago so it was likely safe for you to do so too.

“There you are!” Belly exclaims, hurrying over to you as soon as you step onto the staircase, “Conrad said you were being sick.”

“Um,” You swallow to compose yourself, “Yeah, yeah, just too much beer I think.”

“Okay, yeah, Steven’s been sick in the garden too, I think we’re going to head home,” She nods, “Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?”

There’s that feeling again, the sinking in your chest. The sick in your stomach, not the kind of sick from Conrad’s lie. This was real. It was real because your best friend was stood in front of you and she cared about you, so openly and blatantly she cared about you, and you were lying to her. Over something that would break her heart. You were lying to her.

“Come on, let’s go,” She puts an arm out for you to take her hand and leads you down the staircase to where the three boys are waiting at the bottom.

Conrad looks up at you as you come down, a smile on his lips before he looks back down at his feet. His hair was messier than normal and you wondered whether anyone had questioned it.

“You feeling okay (Y/n)?” Jeremiah frowns, “Here, take this.”

He tugs the flannel from around his shoulders and hands it to you, waiting for your arms to slip into the sleeves.

“Oh, yeah, thanks Jere,” You nod, adjusting the material around you.

Conrad clenches his jaw, opening the door and stepping out without another word. You all follow behind, taking the shortcut that lead you back towards Susannah’s house, eventually reaching the familiar setting. Steven stumbles and clings onto Jeremiah, telling him that they should carry on drinking, and Belly looks at you every two seconds as if you’re about to break beside her, Conrad doesn’t look back at you.

Everything just feels… off. Jeremiah’s shirt seemed to itch around your arms and it didn’t sit right around your shoulders, and Belly’s arm was linked in yours but it just didn’t seem to rest there properly and it made your arm ache when you focused on it for too long, and why wouldn’t Conrad look at you?!

You eventually get back into the house and Jeremiah carries Steven’s weight through the corridor as quietly as he can, making sure he takes one stumbling step at a time. Belly tells you she’s going to get in the bathroom before anyone else does and you and Conrad are left stood in the doorway.

He glances back at you.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” You offer, pulling Jeremiah’s shirt from around you.

“You could’ve used mine,” He mumbles softly.

“Your what?” You frown, blinking at him in the low light.

“My jacket, you could’ve borrowed it,” He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Conrad Fisher are you jealous?” You scoff, and for a moment in your laughter you forget about everything that had been worrying you on the way home. It’s just you and him again.

He rolls his eyes, “No, I just mean-“

You step forward until you’re directly below him, waiting until his eyes will meet yours.

“Admit it,” You state simply, “Admit you were jealous.”

“Im not jealous it’s just-“ He stops, “I don’t- I didn’t-“

You raise your brows, fighting to stop yourself from laughing at him.

“Good night,” He grumbles turning away from you.

You grab his hand and stop him, turning him around so that you can press the quickest peck to his lips. Conrad looks at you with a smile on his lips, drawing you back in to kiss him again, a second longer.

It’s only when you pull away that you both think to glance to the top of the stairs - to the figure stood at the top of them.

“What the fuck?” Steven mumbles, stumbling a little and catching himself on the wall.

Conrad looks at you almost instantly and you watch the worry cast over his face, him watching the exact same expression pass over yours.

“Come on, man, let’s get you to bed,” Jeremiah encourages, hurrying back over to Steven and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

He pauses when he sees the two of you at the bottom of the stairs, both looking up like you’ve seen a ghost.

“Good night guys,” He frowns, hooking his arm below Steven’s armpits and dragging him towards his bedroom.

Conrad looks at you again and his mouth opens as if to say something, stopping before he speaks, closing his mouth again, waiting, and then saying, “I’m so sorry (Y/n).”

You look at him and frown, hearing the way the words catch in his throat as if assuring you they’re honest. You can practically feel the way his chest would have been tightening against the words, the way he’d struggle against them.

“Hey,” You reach out a hand and take his, squeezing it, “Not your fault.”

He looks down at you and swallows the lump in his throat.

“Come on, not here,” You encourage, pulling his hand with you as the two of you walk through the empty bottom floor.

You lead him into the lounge where the two of you sit down in front of the fireplace. You cross your legs and face him and he stretches his out towards the fireplace, leaning back against the couch behind you.

“Okay, chances are Steven’s not going to keep his mouth shut,” You begin, “Even drunk, he’ll probably remember what he saw.”

Conrad just nods.

“Look, I get it. It’s only been a couple of days, and this ruins things and I totally understand if you don’t want this to carry-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Conrad bolts upright, “What gave you that impression?”

“Well,” You look down at your hands in your lap, “I know we’ve been hooking up but everyone knowing is going to make this into something and I don’t know if you’re ready for that or if you want that or… I don’t know.”

“(Y/n),” He takes one of your hands and interlocks his fingers with yours, his large grip folding over your knuckles, “I want this. Not just sneaking off and hooking up, I want this. I want you.”

You feel your heart skip a beat, your whole body feeling like it could ignite under his touch.

“If they find out now, then we deal with it, okay?” He waits until your eyes find his, “We’re in this for the long haul, right?”

You nod and watch the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. You turn so that your back is against the couch beside him and he wraps an arm around your back, your head resting on his shoulder and his resting atop yours. You’re sure you could stay like that forever. And, somewhere along the line, both of you drift off to sleep.

———

When you blink your eyes open, for a second you hope you’re dreaming… or perhaps this is more like being in a nightmare. Stood directly in front of the pair of you, are the looming figures of Jeremiah, Steven and… Belly. You nudge Conrad and he blinks awake too, groaning at the stiff pain in his neck.

“God I thought I was dreaming last night but I wasn’t, was I?” Steven gestures between the two of you, “I mean, you guys are…”

You glance at Conrad and back to the others, scrambling to your feet, “I can explain-“

You reach out for Belly but she pulls away, storming out of the room as quickly as she can. You feel the tears bubble in your eyes, the lump in your throat.

“I mean, seriously (Y/n)?” Steven scoffs, “You knew how she felt about him. She’s meant to be your best friend.”

“I didn’t mean for-“

“Conrad?!” Jeremiah exclaims, “Seriously, of all the people you could’ve been with you went for Conrad? The one person you knew would break Belly’s heart.”

“It wasn’t like that,” You shake your head quickly, “It just happened and-“

“Well maybe if you weren’t so busy thinking about fucking-“

“Hey!” Conrad stands up beside you, stepping ahead so that he shields you from them, directing his anger onto his brother, “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable, do you know that?” Jeremiah laughs, “I tell you I like a girl and you take that as a sign to get her for yourself?”

“Jere, stop,” Conrad warns, “You’re going to say something you regret.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Jeremiah raises his voice, “You knew that I liked her, you knew I fucking liked her and you just cared about yourself.”

“It wasn���t like that, (Y/n) decided who she wanted to be with, I did too. It’s not always about you Jere,” Conrad shakes his head, “When are you going to grow up and realise that?”

“When am I going to grow up? How about you growing up and realising you’re going to break her fucking heart?” Jere shrugs, “I mean, seriously, emotionally unavailable Conrad? In a relationship that’ll last? You’ll break her heart and she’ll come crying to-“

“Stop!” You raise your voice, pushing to step aside from behind Conrad, “Both of you stop fucking talking about me like I’m not even here. I can’t deal with this right now, I need to find Belly.”

“(Y/n)…”

You hear the faint tone of Conrad’s voice behind you but it’s overshadowed by the blood pounding in your ears as you hurry through the house to find her, catching sight of her just by the pool.

“Belly!” You call, pushing open the door, “Belly please just talk to me!”

“You knew, (Y/n),” She spins on her heel to face you, her eyes puffy with tears, “You knew I liked him. From the minute we were in middle school I told you I liked him. I told you every summer since, and you listened to me every single fucking time. And then, what? You just wanted him for yourself this whole time.”

“It wasn’t like that…” You shake your head, “I never meant for it to happen, especially not like this.”

“Then what was it like, (Y/n)?”

You pause, seemingly incapable of finding any words in the moment, “I- I just…”

She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at you as if you’re a person she doesn’t recognise.

“It was a couple of summers ago, I don’t know what changed. He just seemed… different. And then I noticed it more last summer, just the little things in how he was acting with me, I couldn’t explain it. I never told you because I knew how much it would hurt you to think that I liked him too. But the other night things just happened and he told me how he felt about me and… I never meant for you to find out like this, and I never meant to lie to you.”

“Well, which one is it? Did you not want me to find out or did you not want to lie to me? You can’t have both.”

“I-“ You fight back the tears stinging at your eyes, “I didn’t want to break your heart, Bells. But I could feel myself falling in love with him and him falling in love wi-“

“In love?” She steps forward, eyebrows raised against the redness of her cheeks, “It’s not love, (Y/n). Conrad doesn’t love you. You’re just there and he knows he can have you. You’ll realise that eventually.”

Her words are void of any emotion other than hatred, spitting from her mouth like she’s desperate for them to escape her. She storms past you and down the side of the house, each one of her steps carrying more anger than the last.

You feel your chest tighten, the way it seems to contort and twist when you’re on the verge of tears.

The garden door opens again and it’s Conrad this time. At the second your eyes meet his, you release every emotion in side of you, letting out a sob. He reacts almost instantly, hurrying down to scoop you into his arms, letting you bury your head on his chest, soaking through his t-shirt. One of his hands grips around your back and the other holds your head against him, running through your hair.

“It’s okay, (Y/n),” His voice is soft, like he is terrified of breaking you further.

You pull away from him and look up to his face, shaking your head through the tears still spilling from your eyes, “How is it going to be okay, Con? They hate us. All of them hate us.”

“Hey,” His hands move up to either of your cheeks, thumbs brushing under your eyes to swipe away the tears before they can even fall, “It’s you and me, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

You let yourself sink into the feeling of his arms around you, his heartbeat sounding less certain than his words did.

“You’ve got me.”

And in that moment, you know it’s true.

[madzlang]

COD REQUEST

Simon Riley with a shy reader who has ZERO experience with men.

as much as I would’ve loved to make this full blown smut, my brain would not allow that with this ask so no smut 😝 this time at least. if I get enough motivation (and this gets enough notes), I’ll probs make a second part that has smut

anyways, thanks for the ask 😘

Bread, Croissant, and a Date

simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: sorta smutty-ish, just Simon being kinda pervy and stuff

The ding of the small bakery door on the corner of the street echoed around the almost empty shop, that was nearly a singular room if not for the tiny kitchen through the back door.

Simon Riley looked around, seeing an old man sitting at the one table, sipping a coffee and holding a news paper, giving Simon a dirty look as if he interrupted his peace.

Simon raised his brows, walking to the counter and tapped on the bell after seeing the sign near it that said: “ring the bell if I’m not at the counter :)”

A few moments later, a small girl, who was around a foot shorter than Simon, hurried to the counter, a blush on her cheeks.

“Sorry.” She spoke, her voice small as she looked at the counter.

“Don’t worry about it, love.” Simon responded, his voice rough as he looked at her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.

Her eyes darted up to look at him, the blush on her cheeks even darker.

“Uh- what.. what can I get you?” She asked quietly, looking up at him.

“Just a loaf of bread, love.” His eyes were still glued to her body as he spoke.

She nodded, turning around and walking to where she kept the bread, her back turned to him.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down her body, stopping on her ass before looking back up as she walked back.

She placed the loaf of bread on the counter, saying a quiet “$1.50”.

He nodded, giving her the money in coins as he picked up the loaf of bread. “Thanks love.” He said lowly as he walked out, the ding of the bell echoing around the bakery once more.

A week later, Simon reentered the bakery. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted this time, well, apart from the sweet girl working there.

He walked up to the counter, seeing the same old guy from the week before, sitting in the exact same spot, doing the exact same thing he was last week.

Simon tapped on the bell, watching as the girl came out of the back room a few moments later.

“Hi.” She said quietly, looking up at him, a look of recognition on her face, but she quickly looked down again. “What can I get you?”

His eyes darted around the shop, trying to stop his eyes from landing on her tits (although the did many times), and actually find something he wanted.

“Uh, can I get a croissant, darling?” He asked after a few moments.

She nodded, bending down to grab a paper bag and open the display case, getting a croissant out.

Simon had to physically bite his tongue from letting out a groan as he saw her bend down, his thoughts going wild about how her dress tightened on her ass.

She stood up a few moments later, her cheeks pink as she put the paper bag containing the croissant on the counter. “$3.00” she spoke softly, her gaze down at the counter.

He nodded, sliding the amount over in coins. “Thanks, pretty girl.” He missed out on her cheeks turning as red as a tomato as he turned around and left, a sly smile on his face, a bulge in his pants, and a paper bag containing a croissant he didn’t even want in the first place.

Simon couldn’t help but visit the bakery once more, only a few days later.

The bell dinged and he ignored the dirty looks the old man was giving him as he approached the counter.

The girl immediately came out of the back room, approaching the counter, looking up at the him.

“Hi. What can I get you?” She asked, her tone slightly more quite than last time.

“Your number, love.” He spoke, his rough voice a stark contrast to her sweet and quiet voice.

Her cheeks turned bright pink and her eyes widened.

“Sorry.. what?” She asked quietly.

“Your number. So I can ask you out on a date.” Simon was quite proud with his display of confidence, leaning on the counter and running a hand through his messy blond hair.

The girl’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to respond before she reached under the counter and pulled her phone out, opening her contacts list and giving it to him, silently telling him to put his number in.

“You gonna message me if I do this?” He asked although he was already typing his number in.

She shrugged and nodded, her cheeks still bright pink.

“Good girl.” He said lowly, giving her phone back, turning around and leaving, a grin on his face once more.

Part 2 is postedd

[lqveharrington]

Birthday | A.W.

summary: it’s your birthday, so of course aaron and your daughter have to go all out.

pairing: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!reader

includes: MAJOR FLUFF, suggestiveness toward the end, that’s pretty much it

a/n: warner is actually the loml. like i always like the blonde men (with the exception of a couple of brunettes and dark haired men 😝)

Every year, both you and Warner went all out for your birthdays. You knew of his past and he knew of yours; This meant that all future birthdays had to be ten times better than the last. However, there has been one factor that prevented some birthday festivities. For the last five years, both your birthdays have been spent with your daughter. She kept your days busy, but still enough to have dinner and cake during important days.

But given both your pasts, you and Warner chose to cherish your daughter’s birthday far better than your own childhood birthdays. For her birthdays, Warner would wake up every morning to make chocolate chip pancakes whilst you made beautiful paper crowns for her when she woke up. It became a tradition for your family to do so, but your daughter adored the day more than you and Aaron ever did.

It wasn’t until your current birthday that Warner and Lana decided to turn the tables and celebrate your birthday with such traditions.

“Baby, we have to be quiet.” Warner pressed a kiss to his daughter’s cheek, letting her add the chocolate chips to the batter. Snagging a piece himself, he let the candy melt in his mouth as his daughter munched on the chocolate. “You don’t want mommy to wake up before we can surprise her, do you?”

She gasped with a hand reaching out like it was the worst news she ever received. “Daddy no!”

He chuckled at Lana before helping her down the counter, giving her a small twirl and taking the bag away. He watched her take quiet steps toward the breakfast nook to finish up her birthday card and crown for you, freezing when she heard feet pattering against the floor.

“That’s just Honey, you can move, baby.” Warner glanced over his shoulder at his daughter while petting the golden retriever’s fur; Clicking his tongue when she tried to bite the chocolate. “You’ll get sick, Honey Bee.”

“Daddy, I need string.” Lana called out to her father, admiring her handiwork. She adorned the paper crown with stickers, jewels, and dried out flowers, creating a charming design that would soon be bestowed atop your head.

Warner adjusted the stove’s heat as he poured a fresh batch of pancakes onto the pan, guiding their dog to follow toward the other side of the kitchen, away from the chocolate and cooking batter. Pulling the designated junk drawer open, he found multiple colors of yarn that were used for this particular reason.

“What color yarn do you want to use, Lana?” He held two different colored yarn balls up, knowing both were your favorites and you wouldn’t care which was chosen.

She looked between the two and back at her crown before tapping her nose in revelation. “The pink one.”

He tilted his head in a dopey manner at his daughter’s action, knowing you would do such a thing when you figured something out. Warner balled the remaining yarn together and tossed it in the air. “Catch, sweet girl.”

Lana caught the yarn and giggled when the fuzz hit her cheek, her blonde hair partially covering the view. “Thank you!”

Warner let a soft smile take over as he went back to the stove, letting Honey run out the kitchen and back to the rest of the house. He loved the family you and he created. He loved that he was able to make up for all his misguided actions for his own family. And he especially loved moments — such as these — that remind him that he’s exactly where he needs to be:

In the loving home of his doting family.

“Aaron?” You mumble sleepily, arm patting around his side of the bed. Typically, you were up bright and early to make breakfast and check in on Honey, but it seemed as if you were up late with the disappearance of your husband. It was unusual for Warner to be out of bed before you were up. More so when you knew you were given many kisses on the morning of your birthday. So when you found that he was gone, it only left you frowning with the question of ‘why?’

Sitting up, you glanced at the clock before looking back at your bed. It was only six in the morning and Aaron was already up and gone. You were sure he would leave a note, but you found none in the area. Pursing your lips, you tug on your silk robe and shuffle out your bedroom. Across the hall, your daughter’s bedroom door was wide open. Your mind started to wander. What the hell did those two have planned today?

However, all thoughts stopped when your golden retriever ran up the stairs and started pawing at your legs. You creased your brows at the action, taking her paws in your hands. “What’s gotten you all riled up, Honey?” She barked up at you, making you frown again. “Let’s go outside then, okay? I don’t know if Lana and daddy are still sleeping somewhere.”

She nudged your knee with her nose as she followed you down the steps. The morning had gotten more unusual at each passing second. And with your family missing from their rooms, you didn’t know what to expect for the rest of the day. Honey kept shooting looks back at you and the hallway toward the kitchens, continuously pushing the back of your legs toward said kitchen.

“Honey Bee, what’s wrong?” You stop all movements and kneel in front of her. Sadly, you had stopped right before the kitchen. She whines, licking your hand as if she was asking you to keep moving. You rubbed her head in confusion and worry, “We’re almost outside, it’s okay.”

Barking again, she runs out of your arms and into the kitchen with loud stomps across the tiles. You sigh as you stand and dust the invisible dust off. This was not going the way you expected your birthday to start. Taking a step into the kitchen, you call for your dog before another voice interrupted.

“Honey—“

“Honey Bee, please stop barking.” Warner tried to calm his dog down while flipping pancakes. “Lana, can you play with Honey for a second? I’m almost done.”

Your eyes widen at the sight. He was making the traditional birthday breakfast for you. A faint smile graced your face as you tilted your head and shifted your gaze toward your daughter. She seemed to be working on the crown and the card before Warner asked to play with Honey.

“Honey, come here!” Lana pulls a treat out of the bin and waves it in her direction, gaining the attention of her dog. Honey sits patiently in front of her, tongue out in anticipation. “You can’t bark because mommy is gonna wake up, okay? Daddy is almost done and he’ll be upset if you bark again.”

Honey puts a paw on her leg, making Lana giggle. “Here you go.”

A small laugh left your lips as you leaned against the doorway. There wasn’t a young girl around that was like your own child. And knowing her, she’ll be just as amazing at anything like your husband. She was the epitome of your existence and you would change that for the entire world.

Your eyes snap back to where your husband stood as he flips the last pancake on the plate in front of himself. Even the plate was decorated with your favorite flowers in a small vase. Warner shut the stove off and made his way to soak the pan, calling out to his daughter.

“Lana, can you grab the juice from the fridge so we can bring mommy her breakfast?”

She nodded and happily walked over to the fridge before her eyes widened in surprise at your presence. Her mouth open in shut in response before asking for her father. Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Mommy’s already down here.” She whispered in slight disappointment as the surprise was ruined.

You let an amused smile take over your face at your daughter’s sudden shyness. Slowly, you walk over to her and take her into your arms. “Good morning, sweet girl.”

“Good morning.” She mumbled into the crook of your neck. “You’re supposed to be sleeping still.”

“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” You press a kiss to her cheek and tuck a blonde lock behind her ear. You meet her bright eyes, rubbing soft circles onto her cheek to help soothe her. “But everything smells delicious. Did you help daddy make the pancakes?”

She nodded, “I added the chocolate…”

“That’s my favorite part.” You spoke softly, running your fingers through her bed hair. You nod your head toward the breakfast nook, “Did you make a crown for me?”

“Mhm! I made it all different kinds of colors.” She got excited again, pulling you up and tugging you toward the table. She shuffled up on the bench, sorting throw the papers to find the crown. “But I made sure the string was pink because it’s your favorite.” Lana took the crown and attempted to balance it atop your head. “See!”

“I do see.” You kiss her forehead, taking the crown from her. You thumb the paper crown as you watched her throughly explain her process, nodding when she looked over at you. Your heart practically melted at the sight, but soon started beating faster when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“I thought you would still be sleeping, my love.” Warner pressed a kiss to your cheek before resting his head in the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses down toward your shoulder.

You feel him squeeze your waist gently as you turn your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze and lips eagerly. “One, I always wake up early.” You grin against his lips before continuing. “Two, I can’t sleep when you’re not there.”

“Did we surprise you though?” He left one last kiss to your lips before taking the crown and tying it around your head.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting it.” You take your daughter into your arms again, balancing her on your hip.

“Mommy, you look like a queen!” Lana held your face in her hands, giggling as you peppered kisses onto her face. “So daddy would be the king!”

You give her a bright smile and nudge your nose onto her cheek, “And that would make you a princess, baby.”

Warner brought over the pancakes and juice, cutting pieces for Lana. He kissed her cheek, “Do you want to make a crown for yourself?”

She looked over at you, waiting if she could make one even if it wasn’t her birthday. You nodded your head, setting her down on the cushions to sit properly for breakfast. Lana took her fork and took a piece, humming at the deliciousness hitting her tongue.

Warner pulled you to his chest again, lowering his voice so only you could hear him. “I owe you your favorite birthday present, love.”

You flush pink at the thought, smacking him in the chest. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, finding them filled with amusement and lust filled thoughts.

“What about Lana?” You murmur, resting your hands delicately on his chest.

“What about her?” He put a finger underneath your chin and placed a light kiss to your lips.

You smile before pulling away, whisper-shouting toward the blonde. “Aaron, I’m serious!”

Warner chuckled before turning to Lana, squatting to watch her reaction. “Baby, is it fine if mommy and i leave you here for a bit? We’ll be back, we just have something to discuss.” He asked the young girl who was kicking her legs joyfully at the pancakes.

“Mhm.” She answered, mouth full of pancakes.

Aaron quickly spun around toward you, making you raise a brow. “What?”

“The little princess won’t bother us.” He pressed open mouth kisses onto your shoulder, slowly backing you out of the kitchen and tapped your thigh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, humming. “You’re positive— Aaron!”

He picks you up and takes the stairs two at a time. You throw your head back and laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You press your lips onto his, threading your fingers through his hair. “I just love you.”

Warner smiles, “I love you too.”

And for the first time in years, you had three major birthday gifts. One given nine months afterward.

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[ceridescent]

mommy’s got you — m., wanda

wanda maximoff! x female!reader

summary: wanda helps you de-stress.

tags: smut and fluff

warning/s: dom/sub dynamics, md/lg, mommy kink, praise, vaginal fingering, breast play, slapping, dumbification, & aftercare.

word count: 1, 727

author’s note: dedicating this to all the stressed, drained, and burnt out college girlies! 🫡 go get them degree lovelies 😝

18+ only. men and minors DNI.

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“mommy’s going in now, sweetheart,” wanda’s velvety voice rings in your ears as she pushes her middle finger in slowly, sloshing their way into your hole. a deep breath you exhaled, closing your eyes, relishing the feeling of her slender fingers and the crisp of them. “is this okay, moya lyubov?”

you hum, unable to speak, your mind cloudy, the words and phrases dying out. “just relax, okay? i’m here,” wanda reassures whilst she rubs her thumb against your clitoris, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from your drying throat. you bob your head in understanding, giving her full permission.

“midterms sucked ass, huh? my poor little thing,” she cooes, “you’re so exhausted. your body was so stiff and tense when i gave you a massage!” your mommy squeezes your inner thigh for emphasis, coming off slick and wet with your juices. “but they’re placid now,” she licks her lips, “so thick and flowy, my baby.”

wanda had been teasing you since dinner time, coming home to the smell of the classic french bouillabaisse you had been wanting to make for a while. distorted and exhausted from the last hour of your midterms, your girlfriend made sure to congratulate you and pamper you for being a committed college student. wanda provided you everything, from the dining utensils to spoiling you with her undivided attention.

placing her hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt, whilst asking about the taste of her cooking. she never once mentioned about your studies, aware that it’ll worry you more. when wanda came back to hand you the dessert, she watched intently as you licked and sucked the ice cream clear off the spoon, squeezing your inner thighs and massaging them, her patience running thin.

when you fought hard (weakly due to being drained) to deal with the dirty dishes, she let you, but not without accidentally (purposely) brushing her hands against your bum, which you believe it was, until wanda pressed herself against you, humping your clothed back.

“‘m so tired, mommy,” you slur, her words floating inside your clouding brain. your dozing eyes slowly flutters close, heavy lidded eyes begging you to shut down. but wanda, your darling woman, has to release the stress corrupting your body before anything else follows. it will make you feel better, relaxed, somnolent. she leaves a chaste kiss on your flushed cheeks, sighing in content and concern.

“i know, my little one. mommy knows you’re so tired by working so hard, my good girl,” she hums, gliding her hand along the plane of your stomach, electrifying your skin. “hence the fancy homemade dinner, the yummy dessert you enjoyed, and now this,” wanda’s voice turns muffled as she peppers your tummy with kisses, making them wet and warm as much as possible. “so just lie back, get comfy. let mommy think for you.”

“t-thank you mommy,” you yawn and blink back tears, whimpering as wanda twists your right nipple, observing your reaction like she’s doing an experiment. “one day,” she starts slowly, as if softening a surprise, “mommy will make your nipples come,”

you shiver, your legs shaking at the thought of your mommy playing with your tits, grabbing her hair or her back to ground yourself. “mommy’s going to have so much fun drinking your milk, baby,”

whining, you could only nod your head, small moans coming out of your opened mouth.

“but for now, my baby has to lay back and rest, take mommy’s fingers.”

your girlfriend latches her lips onto yours, moving her tongue against yours in a slow tango. she drinks all your moans and whimpers, pressing you onto the mattress, her fingers penetrating slow as a snail. you can’t complain about it, falling into the abyss, falling into her. your brain clouds all your remaining thoughts but her.

wanda is the only one that keeps you in the present moment, holding you down.

when she pulls away, she’s grinning down at you while biting her lips, nothing but adoration in her eyes. she smacks her lips against your cheeks to interrupt you from dozing, your eyes fluttering close like a butterfly’s wings. it helps a bit, you know, along with her fingers spreading your sopping hole, stretching you out in pleasure.

“feeling much better, my honeybunch?”

you giggle, shaking your head, mewling a little “no.” “no what?” wanda retorts teasingly, lightly slapping your thigh, “is mommy not making you feel better?” halting the motion of her fingers.

“no, mommy, please mommy,” you whine, shaking your head, barely able to lift your hips upwards no matter how strenuous your efforts were. “‘m not honeybunch,”

“what are you then?” wanda huffs, resuming, fastening her pace. “ah!” you scream and fling your hands to hold onto wanda’s wrist, whimpering multiple “mommy”’s. she asks you again, almost breathless. “what are you, huh?”

“‘m mommy’s princess…” you cry, meeting wanda’s fingers as she supports your lower back, pressing them upwards so you can feel her fingers plunging into you deeper.

“mommy’s princess you say…” wanda chuckles, trailing off, her gaze sharpening at the perspiration that falls down the dip in the middle of your stomach. this time she nibbles against your skin, looking up at your pleasured face, preciously distorted and almost there. her own clitoris throbs, wetting her thong, in awe of your half-asleep, baby face.

“who do you belong to, princess?” wanda whines, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, unable to get enough. she could swallow you whole at this point, with her never-ending penetration and wet kisses.

you want to tell wanda it’s her, it’s true, but you can’t, words turning into moans as you try to utter it out of your mouth.

“do you need mommy’s help, princess? tell you who you belong to?”

“gah! mommy! mommy!” you sob, tears cascading down your cheeks, your head reeling like it’s falling apart, your skin scorching, your legs shaking so much. wanda pecks your cheeks, groans erupting from her throat, never messing up her tempo.

“is that a yes, my precious one?” wanda chuckles, watching the mess you have become, having you at the palm of her hand. a particular scream rings inside the bedroom when she thumbs your clit, rubbing it in circles, aware that you’re about to come.

“n-no- no-m-mo-“ you whine and give up on articulating your thoughts and instead you thrust your hips upwards so you can make your mommy hit you harder on your g-spot, but it doesn’t work, and you’re too spent and messed up to find out why.

“say, i belong to mommy. i am mommy’s princess.”

as you nod your head, wanda imitates, “say it, be a good girl,” pounding in her two fingers harder, every thrust your mommy makes a deep moan escapes from her. she drives you into your apex, and when you think it couldn’t get any better, wanda curls her fingers mercilessly, hitting your spot wave after wave like she’s dealing with a punching bag.

“i-i belong to mommy! please, plea- i am m-mommy’s princess!”

wanda lets out an animalistic growl, “that’s right, mommy owns you. mommy owns this pussy,” slapping your pussy, a resounding thwack coming off at the motion, your cries echoing inside the four walls of your shared apartment. it surely is music to wanda’s ears. “mommy owns these gorgeous tits,” wanda strikes them before putting your tits inside her hungry mouth in a tight grip, sucking as loudly as she possibly can, moaning along with the fullness and the noises that you let out. she lets them go with a pop, saliva connecting with the tip and her swollen lips.

smirking as you shake your head, your lower body stilling at the exhaustion, only able to do little thrusts to meet her. she continues, “mommy owns these lips too, both of them,” devouring your cusps in a passionate kiss, harsh and sloppy, at the brink of losing herself in the moment of claiming you.

“mommy!” you sob, “m-mommy!” breathing hotly in wanda’s mouth, coming apart in a perfect arch, blissfully bucking your hips up as she grips tight around your bruising waist, “that’s it, that’s it detka,” mumbling into your mouth in return.

wanda drags it out, cooing and purring words of affirmation as you cried out for her, brushing the strands of hair that blocks your face, tucking them in your ear. “mommy’s here, moy malen'kiy golub'. mommy’s got you,” she whispers against your cheek, exchanging with you a butterfly kiss.

you hum, catching your breath, your eyes no longer awake. wanda peppers your cheeks with light kisses to distract you from pulling her fingers out of your pussy, moaning silently as she loses your warmth. taking her wet fingers to clean off your cum, she clamps around them, savoring the delicious taste of you. “oh, moya lyubov,” she hums in delight.

slowly sliding her hand below to reach for your clammy hand, your mommy unlatches your fingers from the blanket, intertwining your fingers together.

“hi,” she begins timidly, laying herself on top of your naked form, poking your nose with a kiss. you scrunch it in the process, goosebumps flaring from your back down to your stomach. “hi, mommy,” you respond in your little, raspy voice, dizzying.

“moy malysh, you did so good. my sweet, sweet girl, you deserve loads and loads of rest,” wanda rasps in her mommy voice, caressing the crook of your arm with her thumb, nuzzling your jaw. she lets you know her plan to “i’ll pull away for a moment, okay? i don’t want to squeeze moy malysh,” and even so you whine and cry her name, loneliness creeping through.

“i’m here, mommy’s here,” she pacifies you with a purr, occupying her space on top of you, grinning softly as she takes your hand midair and places grumpy bear in your hold.

“grumpie!” you gasp, squeezing the fuzzball, hugging him in your chest. “mommy!” you say in the way she understands your gratitude, mewling at the purity and tenderness of your contentment. “it’s your favorite stuffie, my princess, makes my princess sleep better” she cooes, giving you a peck on the lips.

“thank you, mommy,” you sigh, fluttering your eyes open for a second before completely succumbing to slumber.

“everything for you, moya printsessa,” wanda sighs with a soft smile, watching you sleep, listening to your silent snores.

[webslingingslasher]

omg can you do y/n asking peter “can I borrow a hoodie?” “I don’t know, will I get it back this time?” and peter asking y/n “are those my sweatpants?” cause they share clothes hehe 😝🤲🏼

based on this prompt list

someone also requested one so i included it, this is kinda like a timeline of their relationship, can you find the taylor swift lyrics?

contains spicy commentary

“That’s my shirt.” 

Was it impressive? Maybe passive aggressive, no, maybe he was annoyed, or threatened? 

Peter had his finger pointed at your shirt, no hidden tone, just stating a fact. 

You play coy, “oh is it? I found it on my bedroom floor, it seemed out of place.” 

You’d started hooking up a month ago, the first time Peter had actually left proof he had stayed in your bed the night before, he was always gone before you woke up and always cleaned his mess up, like he was never there. If he left it there it was on purpose, it’s not like he had a change of clothes at your place, he left without a shirt and there was no way he didn’t know it. 

“It looks really good on you, you should keep it.” 

You look at your phone, you have ten minutes before your next lecture and it is halfway across campus. You start walking away from him, you shout your words behind you as you leave, you miss the bright flush across his cheeks. 

“The shirt or the guy that left it?” 

—---------------------------------------------

Peter’s apartment was freezing, you figure he does it on purpose, to keep you tucked to his side as much as possible. 

“I promise, baby. I didn’t do it on purpose, the heat went out a few weeks ago and I haven’t called the landlord yet.” 

You whine, “but petey, look,” you cup your hands around your mouth and breathe out, you’re expecting a cloud to appear, it’s that cold. 

Peter rolls his eyes at the dramatics, he starts to stack the plates from the coffee table, he has a whole dinner mess to start packing up before his roommate returns. “I’ve been dating you long enough to know that you can handle things much colder.” 

You follow him to the sink, you speak over the running tap, “do you ever think about the fact that we’ve been fucking longer than we have dated?” 

Peter hands you a cup for you to dry off, “no, do you think about fucking me often?” 

Your nose wrinkles, the chill has made its way up your arms. “Kinda, I mean like, you had a lot of game, but now that I like, know you or whatever,” Peter mumbles, ‘or whatever,’ under his breath and you have to smack him lightly with the back of your hand, “you’re kind of a nerd, and I love that! But seriously, how did you take me home without shitting yourself?” 

Peter’s hands are covered by soap suds, “honey, be honest, does this keep you up at night?” 

You groan, “sometimes! Like, when we finally went from fucking to more,” Peter grunts, he always hates when you say that, “the more I learned about you the more I loved, but it also opened up way more questions.” 

Now he’s curious, “like?” 

Your fingertips are starting to wrinkle, one hand holds the wet plate while the other dries. You look over at him with your tongue poking out the side of cheek. “Oh you like this, don’t you?” 

He shrugs, “maybe. You know, I’ll answer anything you ask.” 

He’s just given you the opportunity of a lifetime. 

“Did you try to hook up that night or did it just happen?” 

“I didn’t have that intention, but when you started flirting I went along with it.” 

“Interesting, have you wanted to hook up with me for a while?” 

Peter looks at you then shies away, eye contact on the dishes. “I always thought you were very pretty.” 

“Did you ever fantasize about me before we got together?” 

Peter stops scrubbing, if you don’t break now he’ll cut the conversation short. 

“Kidding! Just kidding, babe.” He relaxes, and continues to scrub.

“Okay, how did you do it?” 

He looks at you when he hands you the last bowl, “whaddya mean?”  He turns off the tap and tugs the rag from your hands to wipe his dry. “Court me, date me, execute taking me home.”

“What, you wanna know you scared the piss outta me?” 

“You’re just being funny now,” you slap the rag across his lower back. 

Peter pushes you against the counter to cage you in, his arms gripping the countertop on either side. Suddenly you feel like he’s taking the easy way out, trying to seduce you subtly. “You made me nervous, you still make me nervous. How did I do it? Pure adrenaline, probably.” 

“Then why didn’t you ask me out on a date?” 

Offended, “I did.” 

You blow your lips, “after two months.” 

“I had to make sure you’d say yes!” 

You grip his shoulders and feel up the muscle, “babe, I had your balls in my mouth and you questioned if I liked you?” 

“Just because you’re hooking up doesn’t mean you want more, and after the first couple times it happened I felt stuck in the loop.” You pout and run your hands all over his arms, you could’ve had him sooner. “Well, I would’ve said yes. I thought it was obvious after wearing your shirt to school.” 

Peter gasps and whispers your name, “are you trying to tell me you tried to claim me?” 

“Yes, but please tell me everything, one time and I’ll never ask again.” He throws his head back with a groan, “I just told you everything!” You whine, “but there’s not enough detail, I love this so much you little mastermind.” 

He sighs and leans in to kiss your forehead, “I had a thing for you since the group project in english one, you were with Jake-” “Ew,” you gag at the mention, Peter exhales a laugh and continues, “at the time, so the most I did was like your instagram pictures. Then, I may have had a friend with an in, who let me know that you were free game,” 

You clench his shirt, “who?” Peter smirks, “I can’t reveal all my secrets, sweetheart.” You narrowed your eyes and waved to continue him along, “so then I found out that you were going to that party, and I promise I was going anyway, but that just really solidified it. And I saw you and walked up to you,” 

Peter pinches at your hips, it makes you squirm and lean into his chest as he lightly tickles you. 

He speaks louder over your giggles and squeaks, “and my knees were like jelly, and I had no idea how I was going to talk to such a pretty girl, and then she looked at me and I swear the second she saw me it’s like she said, ‘that’s who I’ve been looking for,’” 

Soulmates are real and that just proved it. Because that night you saw Peter, truly saw him, you knew he was it for you. He was home, the person you’ve looked for your whole life, and you didn’t know him that well, but it felt like you’ve known him forever. 

“That’s fucking scary cause I really did.” 

“So, I walked over to this beautiful, gorgeous girl, and she told me, ‘about time,’ and all I could think about was that I needed to keep you looking and laughing at me.” 

“How scared were you when I asked you to take me home?” 

“I nearly pissed myself.” 

You push on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth, “If I could go back to Peter like, six months ago and tell him that I am like, soooo in love with him, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” 

Peter frowns, “you’d terrify him, please don't.” 

You push him away and are met with the wall of cold air, you didn’t realize how much Peter was insulating you until he wasn’t there. Peter slaps your ass and passes in front of you, “wanna watch a movie?” 

“Can I borrow a hoodie?” 

“I don’t know, will I get it back this time?” 

—-------------------------------

You’ve been together long enough that mixed laundry has turned into community laundry. 

It didn’t matter if you took a shirt from Peter or if he took your fuzzy socks, both would end up in the same basket, washed at the same time and put into the same closet. 

Sharing a home with someone you loved was incredibly domestic, even the quiet moments were loud with love. 

Peter was upstairs showering, you were folding laundry while humming, a background show playing on the TV. You purposely move your two favorite shirts of Peter’s into your pile, you wear them as nightshirts most evenings, he never wears them anymore because of that. 

You yawn and finish loading the basket, this time it’s clean and folded. 

Steps echo down the stairs, a towel covers Peter’s waist, “hey, baby?” 

“Yeah?” You call out to him, he’s halfway down the stairs. 

“Have you seen my,” he stops and looks down at your feet kicked up on the coffee table. 

“Are those my sweatpants?” 

[sluttygallavich]

Ian and Mickey looking into each others eyes while Mickeys slapping Ian’s cock on his tongue and sucking the life out of him 😝😌😍

Mickey hears all the Lady Gaga queers collectively gasp when he pulls Ian’s half-hard length from his jeans. He’s not surprised. The two of them were still watching from the sidelines when the others started throwing their clothes around, and, frankly, Mickey didn’t see anything to write home about. Nothing like his husband’s gorgeous pink cock—nine inches, cut, and curved just so to get Mickey seeing stars on every thrust.

He feels more than he sees the others stopping to watch on appreciatively as Mickey gives Ian a few leisurely pumps to plump him up to full hardness before dropping to his knees at Ian’s feet. He tugs Ian’s jeans down and helps him step out of them, Ian taking himself in hand to continue stroking himself slowly, the slit of his cock already beading with pre-cum.

Mickey runs tattooed fingers up the back of Ian’s thighs and settles his hands on Ian’s ass, squeezing possessively. He looks up to Ian’s face and his heart gives a violent kick when he finds Ian’s hooded eyes already trained on him. Fuck. They haven’t really discussed this. What they want to do, what they’re comfortable with. Not the way they probably should have. But with their eyes locked on each other now, Mickey just knows. He belongs to Ian, and Ian to him. Signed, witnessed, and notarized, bitch.

Mickey’s never been too keen on sharing what’s his—probably something to do with growing up dirt poor and having to fight for every last scrap—and he’s sure as hell not about to start now, not when he’s finally got the one fucking thing in his life that’s ever been worth a damn. Worth everything.

Ian uses his free hand to run his fingers gently through Mickey’s hair before gripping on tight, and looking into his blazing eyes, Mickey just knows. Same page.

Keeping his eyes locked on Ian’s, Mickey opens his mouth and presents his tongue. Something inside him has settled in Ian’s gaze and now all he wants is to have Ian inside him. To taste him. To claim him and be claimed.

Ian groans as he slaps his heavy cock on Mickey’s outstretched tongue once, twice, three times before Mickey closes his lips around the tip so he can get a taste. Ian pulls back out and uses the dripping head to smear his pre-cum around Mickey’s lips before tugging on Mickey’s hair and issuing a single command.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Mickey nods wordlessly and lets his mouth fall back open, tongue out and greedy as he waits for Ian to start slowly feeding him his length. Everything around them sort of whites out then—the strings of bright patio lights, the grating pop music, the heat of other men’s eyes.

Let these fuckers look all they want. Mickey even kind of loves the idea, if he’s being honest. Let them see how good they are together. How good they have it. Let them turn green with envy when Mickey takes all of Ian down this throat, eyes watering but still locked with Ian’s, and starts to suck the life out of him.

But let no one dare touch Mickey Milkovich’s husband. Not unless they want to lose a fucking limb.

[lipglossanon]

What’re Ya Buyin’?

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The Merchant x fem!reader (follow up, one shot)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pussy spanking

not proofread ✍️ but edited cause I forgot to cut out a part I left in til now 😵‍💫

Title from a RE4 Merchant quote 😝

have some brain rot that wouldn’t leave (but don’t expect more! 😜)

part i

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“I have something I think you’ll like,” his voice calls out to you as you slip around the corner, walking into the halo of his purple torches. 

“Oh?” you return, grinning at him like you’re not covered in dirt and blood and the viscera of someone else’s insides. 

He chuckles and opens his ridiculously large jacket up, showcasing some shiny new baubles and trinkets; however, it’s the dull metal of a scope that catches your eye and pulls you to his table. 

“Thought it might interest ya,” his voice comes out light and teasing making your eyes flash to him, head tilting in curiosity. 

“How much?”

“How much d’ya have to offer, stranger?”

You don’t miss the hungry gleam in his eyes as you look through your pockets. Placing two gold ingots and some sapphires on the table, he clicks his tongue. 

“Doesn’t look like that’s enough cash.”

Heat pulses through your pussy at his rough voice, clit already throbbing in your panties—still dirty from the last encounter.  

“Oh that’s too bad,” you pout at him, body language open, “is there another offer you might accept?”

“There is,” he nods, reaching over the table for your hand.

Once you take his rough hand into yours, he guides you around the wooden furniture to his side. He presses you against the wall, his bulky mass dwarfing you making you moan softly. 

“Haven’t even started yet,” he laughs, low and deep, “can you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” you gasp out at him, hips rocking to meet his but growing frustrated with his coat blocking his lower body, “please.”

He shucks his pack off onto the table and slips his jacket off, along with his hood, making your eyes widen in surprise. Turning back to you, he’s still bulky but now it’s just him. Meaty pecs covered in a smattering of chest hair that leads down to his stomach and thick happy trail. Mouth watering, your eyes eagerly rake down his body, taking in how fit he actually is underneath all the wares. 

But you’re more excited to see him without the hood. Dark tousled hair, offset by deep blue eyes watch you in amusement while his mask covers the lower half of his face still. 

“See something you like, stranger?”

“Oh,” you murmur, feeling caught out, “I just didn’t expect…”

You trail off, feeling hot under his gaze as he takes his turn to look you over. 

“Well now, this won’t do,” he murmurs dragging his palms down your sides, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting until he’s pulling it completely off of you. 

Shivering, you let him run his rough hands over your bare skin, the heat seeping into your muscles making you relax into his touches until you’re as docile as a kitten. He ghosts over the nipples showing through your bra to cup a hand around your neck and tilt your head back so he can meet your eyes. 

“Pretty little thing,” he murmurs, voice hushed and reverent as your eyelashes flutter, brain pleasantly quiet as he smooths his other hand across your jaw and cups it.

His thumb presses in on your bottom lip and you part your lips to swipe your tongue over it, inviting him to press it into your mouth. 

He obliges you, eyes heated and dark as he presses his thumb into your mouth and down onto your tongue, letting saliva pool around around the warm digit. 

“What I wouldn’t give to taste that mouth,” he rumbles, his voice making your skin tingle. 

“You can,” it comes out softer than you intended since you were aiming for sultry, “I can close my eyes again, if I have to.”

“Oh you can, hmm?” he teases you making you squirm under his gaze which seems much more intense without the shade of the hood to block your view. 

You kiss the pad of his thumb, “Uh huh.”

He sighs a little, hands moving completely away leaving you with a chill.  

“We’ll save it for next time,” he compromises, “now let’s get down to business.”

You pop open the button on your jeans and slide down the zipper, pushing it along with your panties down to your thighs before he’s grabbing your wrists to pin you in place. 

“Allow me,” he holds your wrists in one hand as his fingers glide across your slippery clit. 

“Still wet from last time, ey?” 

You moan when he shoves two thick fingers into your pulsing cunt. 

“Pretty pussy still dripping my cum,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, eyes dilated and heavy as they stare at you. 

His fingers scissor your hole open before slowly plunging back inside your fluttering walls making you mewl. 

“Please, I need you inside,” you gasp as he rubs across the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, “oh, oh god.” 

“Mmm, I’d pay a pretty penny to keep you like this,” his masked mouth presses a covered kiss to your neck.  

He pulls his fingers out of your pussy with a slick noise and shoves his pants midway down his thighs. 

“Fuck you’re so big,” you whine, eyes hazy with need. 

He chuckles and strokes his cock once, the fat head dripping precum. 

“It fit once already, love,” he murmurs to you, pressing his fat tip into your clenching heat and sinking into your body. 

Shuddering as he sinks inch by thick inch deep into your wet pussy, your hips cant towards him until his pelvis presses flush against you. 

“Best cunt I’ve ever had,” he growls, pulling his slick shiny dick halfway out before sinking it back into your fluttering walls. 

You whine, fingers curling into fists as he keeps a tight hold on your wrists. His free hand slips down to pinch and rub your swollen clit until you’re continually squeezing down on his cock. 

“Want me to cum inside this juicy cunt?” his deep voice makes your nipples ache.

“Please, s’only a fair trade, right?” you tease him, laugh morphing into a keening moan as he bullies his cock hard against your g-spot. 

He spanks his fingertips across your pudgy clit, gloves rough against your pussy lips. 

“That’s right, love,” he chuckles as he humps his cock deeper and harder into your squelching hole, “fair is fair.”

He spanks your clit again as he frees up your wrists. 

“Spread that sweet little cunt for me,” your eyes have a hard time pulling away from his mask covered face, the sight making your thighs clamp together. 

Your hands reach down and grab your pussy lips, spreading open your cunt so your pudgy little clit is on obvious display. 

“Beautiful,” he mutters, eyes staring down at your exposed pussy. 

You cry out as he spanks your swollen clit hard.

Again. 

And again. 

And again. 

You’re drooling all down your chin as each slap sends white hot electricity all through your pussy making slick gush all over his thrusting cock. 

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train making you wail as he repeatedly spanks your pulsing clit as you clamp down, milking his fat throbbing dick. 

“Good girl,” he praises, moving his hands to grip your waist, hammering up into your spasming pussy. 

With a rumbling groan, he buries his cock balls deep and cums, hot spurts of sticky jizz filling your cunt until it drips past your stuffed hole. 

Once you both come down from the aftershocks, he slips out making you whine at the empty feeling once again. He only chuckles and helps you pull up your panties, eyes dark and hungry as he covers up your cum dripping pussy. 

You gasp when he smacks your cloth covered mound. 

“Gotta say, stranger, you’re my favorite customer.”

[prettynice8]

Hidan x preferably male reader

Okay I’m going anon because this is gonna be KINKY

Um anyway haha I’m talking hair pulling

I’m talking like uh biting

umm umm 😇 oh yeah like um

idk fucking…um maybe can you do A fucking trans ftm reader or some shit idfk if it’s just male that’s cool too i don’t know

like i don’t know sex that’s what usually happens ⁉️

i don’t know I’m so tired right now 😭 this is turning out not that kinky OH SHIT WAIT choking yeah that too but it needs to be HIM anyway yeah 😎 yeah anyway thanks im so tired so im not editing fucking *shit* but yeah hope this is readable anyway thanks bye im gonna go take a nap 😍

oh yeah but then it’s like he calls you a Bitch etc because it’s da- Hidan like ⁉️ anyway but we know he loves us �� stupid man couldn’t last a day without us with his horny ahh 😝😚✌️ okay bye for real why is this so long help im sorry they say im chatty but wow but yeah now bye 🥲💀

OMFG this was so funny I can't

Hidan x ftm male reader

This guy

Stuff: swearing, degradation, BDSM?, kinky shit, choking, biting, possessive Hidan, hair pulling, dom Hidan, subby reader, top Hidan, bottom reader, smashing, rough sex, hints of fluff

Word Count: 1,036

Notes: by far the most entertaining request I've gotten. And sorry if this isn't quite right, I'm cis so I don't know a whole lot. happy pride

Hidan had been gone for an awful long time on Akatsuki duty, a whole 3 months to be exact, far too long from his home, and more importantly far too long from his adorable little boyfriend. Though he's been gone even longer, this trip felt particularly difficult because he missed your final bottom surgery, and he secretly felt terrible.

Right when he walks into the house, he sees you and his gruff demeanor quickly brightens up, but just as quickly drops since he has to keep up a certain image and fawning over his boyfriend didn't particularly fit that.

The moment you see him your face beams, so you run and jump into his arms, which thankfully he's quick enough to catch you.

"I've missed you so much honey." You stated with a massive smile on your face. Hidan does his cool guy thing and simply gives you a slight smirk.

"God, you're acting so clingy, so fucking annoying." He said coldly. "How'd the surgery go?" He asked, clearly his compassion for you getting the better of him.

"Pretty well, it felt weird at first, guess you're lucky you didn't have to be there for the worst parts." You answered, still brightly smiling at him.

He looked down at you with an apologetic look for a moment, "Sorry I wasn't, I'll try better to stay with you." He said, his cool guy persona practically destroyed at this point, but you had to open your fucking mouth.

"Aw, you care about meeee." You cheekily exclaimed, causing his light smirk to darken into a glare.

"I care about you fucking ass, speaking of which..." He replied before tightly gripping your ass.

You yelp gayly at his tight grip before your bright smirk returns to your face, though in your eyes now there's a burning hint of lust. "Fuck yeah!" You cheered brightly before Hidan pulled your hair, pulling your head to the side and exposing your neck, which he dived into the crook of your neck, attaching his canines to the spot.

He starts aggressively nipping at your neck, you would call them love bites but with the way he does it, they're hate bites, but you still continue to moan lightly. He continues this assault on your neck before going to sucking.

He sucks at a certain part of your neck, leaving a dark purple mark in his wake, causing your moans to get even louder. He multiplies into several deep purple marks until your neck is a mess of purple and red marks scattered throughout.

Hidan continues his sucking even through carrying you to your guys' shared bed, only stopping after finally laying you down. He then crashes his lips into yours, creating a kiss made of only teeth and tongue.

His kiss is powerful as his tongue completely dominates your own, causing you to moan deeply into the kiss. He then tries out your brand of penis, cupping the clothed member in his hand, causing your sounds to become even more frequent in the passionate kiss.

He takes your pants off and starts jerking you off, pumping his hand along your now hard cock.

"How is it? Now I have a new way to make you act like a fucking slut." He stated, both tightening and quickening his grip on your cock, causing you to moan at an ear shattering noise as you burst into his hand.

He licks up the cum on his hand, licking up as much as he can before stripping the rest of your clothes off you, and then soon after his own.

Hidan then flips you over so that you're on all fours and winds his hand up, causing it to quickly come crashing down on your ass in a powerful spank. You shriek in a mix of pain and pleasure, loving that you have your boyfriend back and he hasn't changed at all.

He roughly pulls your hair back to gently kiss you on the cheek, the duality of men. "I missed you." He said lightly. What a kind and uncharacteristic thing to say, he fixes this by plunging his cock into your already lubricated hole.

You already prepared before he came home. Hidan is a lot of things and one of them is consistent. He doesn't give your preparation a single thought as he thrusts his hips roughly into you, pounding the shape of his cock back into you.

"Sorry bitch, I just figured that you've probably gotten too tight, I had to re-loosen you up." He said, and loosen you up he does.

He thrusts his cock wildly and almost painfully into you, causing your moans to only crescendo and fill the room, along with the sound of skin quickly slapping into each other.

He wraps his hand back around your hard member, only quickening, because of course he still can, his pace into you. Hidan matches the pace of his hips with that of his hand, making you putty into his hands, literally, since he causes you to once again burst in his hand.

He quickened his pace as he reached his upcoming orgasm, filling your insides with his warm seed. He slows down his hips, gently rubbing your sides that have been bruised by the same hands, but he is far from done.

He goes right back to fucking you, his big cock rearranging your insides. His hands pull you hair back so painfully that tears develop in your eyes, a mix of the pain and amazing pleasure you were feeling, evident from how you have your now third orgasm of the night, eliciting the loudest moan yet, which is saying a lot.

He quickly flips you over and traps you into a deep and powerful kiss, one that is strangely warm and loving from him, before he once again cums in your abused hole.

He keeps his cock in your ass, still very far from being done, but he wants to stay like this with you for a few moments, holding you tight in his arms as he rests his head on your chest.

He gently traces the scars there, happy to have this moment with you. "Hope you're ready for round 3 bitch."

THE END

[marimayscarlett]

I bet my right nipple that Richard, kink-vise, will and has tried everything once so he knows what he likes and don't.

From previous slips of tongue, RZK is into oral, both ways. 😝

Anons betting and giving away their nipples left and right on behalf of knowing saucy details about Richard, what a time to be alive 😀

Like I mentioned in this ask, Richard's assumed ...eagerness to experiment is at least verified in his love to try out new things musically, so I guess your assumption wouldn't be far from the truth? I guess?

And that Richard enjoys different pleasing methods is rather evident since he talks about it rather openly in different interviews:

In this one here he mentions "Jeder Fellfrosch schmeckt anders" meaning every Fellfrosch (we know what this synonym means) tastes different - seems like the guy has a certain amount of experience 👀

In this short one with Kerrang he says he'd give his last 20€ for a nice handjob since 20€ = 20min of fun = good value! This man absolutely has no filter

For whatever you'd get down with Mr. Zee Kay, just be prepared to listen to Lana del Rey or Peter Gabriel (as mentioned here) in the background 🎶

Everything else is left to the imagination I guess 😇 I just leave this here...

[gif source]

[marias-assumption]

This is such a sad song for me… it just has curiousest lyrics but w the profoundest meaning. —> Have i found you flightless bird? like… is it you? the one that won’t run away? have i found you already? or isn’t you after all?…

but at the same time is actualy a plaid for her to actually be the end-game for him.

and it says some weird stuff ab fat house cats, pissing on magazines 🐈 which i’ll explain 😝

first starts with “i was a quick wet boy diving too deep for coins all of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys” which means i was a poor little boy who spend way too much time outside the house, even playing with my toys in the street, knowing all the people are there to stare… with surprised or horror. very driven and moved to “Do stuff” to find meaning of live but at the same time not believing much in miracles (skepticism- not valuing the coins of the miracle’s fountain) with more of a materialistic ambition, and also with “quick wet boy” makes an allusion to “quick witted” which means smart… so i was a very driven and smart kid hoping for too much, not putting too much faith into heaven but driven to find myself in the world.

Then concludes that w “Then when the cops closed the fair I cut my long baby hair, stole me a dog-eared map And called for you everywhere” meaning, then time got me and i was growing up, and realized i need to “cut my long baby hair” long time being an immature person and realized i need to find this other bigger than myself stuff, and realized i really wanted someone, not keep on playing w my toys on the street… also the disapproval of peoples got a hold on time and was tired anyways.

(yeah. deep)

then the chorus suggesting he has been in the field, searching for its partner. bc it says “Or lost you? American Mouth” which alludes to just another lips i kissed. fast-lived. pointing out that the American culture can be so detached and filled w ill-used relationships, but he does lives this as a loss bc he also says “or lost you- “ is a loss for him. and ends with “Big pill looming” the fear of loss, or the threatening “another failed experience thrown into the trash” and he can sees the pills prescriptions coming. like is just another paperwork. But also, alludes at the saying “that’s a big pill to swallow” which could also refer to as the threatening unpleasant truth that appears its coming, a hard truth which he is not ready to accept yet

Last verse “Now I'm a fat house cat Nursing my sore blunt tongue, Watching the warm poison rats, Curl through the wide fence cracks, Pissing on magazine photos Those fishing lures” meaning that now he’s comfortable with her, kind of playing too comfortable, so comfortable that kind of forgot to take care of the relationship or himself. If you are blunt, you say exactly what you think without trying to be polite, so he was nursing his blunt tongue, words were a little too sharp. a house fat cat is a tamed animal, so he’s watching the rats run (the toxic things) just “happening” without doing much.. again. a little too comfortable. getting comfortable on the big creeks the house fences has, the door was open, it wasn’t a secured future yet, bc they were getting through tough times. is now or never- get through this. but he was “sleeping” on the cracks. Being passive-aggressive (like cats when they piss on places where they shouldn’t lol), but not trying to get into conflict, so he’s not fighting for her. He “caught” all those fishing lures the devil was throwing at him, they looked like food but it hurt, he engaged into all the vices being tricked, falling on the trap of laziness and gluttony.

but then he got kicked out sleeping outside: “Thrown in the cold and clean, Blood of Christ mountain stream”, and then he even went to ask for the forgiveness of his sins, hitting rock bottom, realizing his bad habits and looking up to God. Took him to believe in religion to really repent, and realizing what he was ab to loose (bc the cat slept outside, is not fully over)- He had matured, was not a skeptic little kid anymore. he’s now respectful of the fountain of miracles and he takes life seriously, he was sleeping on it.

Last chorus slight change “Have I found you? Flightless bird - Grounded, bleeding - Or lost you? American mouth Big pill, -stuck going down-“ Meaning now that he repents he’s asking if even after all this war, all this bad times, could she stay with him forever and be the flightless bird? he feels sorry for her bc now that he truly sees her he can see the damage done, and he knows asking her to stay forever after all this is like a flightless bird wounded, bleeding. Now believing in repentance, mentioning “blood christ mountain stream” he swallows the blood of christ and maybe even ready to get married (thing he was being so lazy for before- thinking she was asking too much), so he asks again “can you stay? i know you’re wounded but i promise to solve this” (have i found you flightless bird .grounded. bleeding), he doesn’t feel good offering her this not-so tempting future w him, also alluding the guilt and regret he feels. Bc he repented he is ready to fully be what she needs, he will do it with the right way (alluding religion, sins, forgiveness, church, marriage maybe as well)… but he also gives her the the option to leave, because she’s free to decide, but if she does, this will be the big pill that’s gonna get stuck going down. like “have i lost you…? no. i’m not ready to believe it. it’s too hurtful to imagine now. you’re not gonna be just any hard pill to swallow, you’re gonna be the pill that’ll get stuck in my throat…” meaning, he will never be able to get over her.

So it’s like a realistic love song, after the hard times has passed… you can see he really loves her, putting the other person above your needs, or your selfishness, is really love… this song is a whole journey, talks ab his learning on learning how to love and how to live

**finishing writing this actually tearing up a little*** 🥲

[yuken-gf]

hello, can you write smut for murayama, anything can happen if you don't write smut, something cute will happen 🤠

itadakimasu // murayama x reader

genre: smut (18+)

summary: Murayama is hungry. You are the food.

pairing: murayama x fem!reader

WARNINGS: pussy eating, nipple play, nipple sucking, porn without plot, murayama is freaking insane. or am i?

NOTES: is that a threat😝😝 i’ll grant your wish then. this is my first smut. i wrote this at the weirdest timing possible (math class, sosiology class, waiting my cutie ride going through a wheel check), i hope it slaps.

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The room filled with a sloppy sound and small moans every few seconds. The moans, of course, came from you. Not your fault, though! Murayama is kissing you hungrily like there is no other tomorrow. Tongues dancing since the last five minutes. When he pulls from the kiss, you’re trying to catch your breath.

Murayama on the other hand, continue to kiss every part of your body. Attacking that sweet spot on your neck, he slowly going down to your chest and giggled when he’s facing your breasts. “I really love them.”

“Suck them, then?” You almost sound like you’re underestimating him. You just want his reaction. 

“My fucking pleasure.” Murayama’s fingers made their way to play with your nipples without any warning. Causing you to moan a little too loud. “You sound heavenly.” Murayama whispered, laughing at your current state. He replaces one of his hands with his mouth instead. He moves his tongue in a diagonal motion, making you gasp. He loves the respond, so he circled your nipple while giggling.

You really want to cry from the pleasure, your nipples are hard, potentially swollen if Murayama keep going like that. He moves to the other nipple and do the same thing. You’re trying your best to not making any sound. You don’t want to feed his ego like this.

“Aw, you’re cute when you’re trying to hold your moans like that.” He mocked you.

“I’m not holding anything.” You replied to him.

“Sure, Brat.” He went further down, taking your panties off and throw it somewhere on the floor.

Murayama is face to face with your pussy right now. He smiles and give you a smirk, his eyes are so dark, you gulped in response.

Murayama gives your clit a kitten lick while still making eye contact with you, “Itadakimasu.” Without hesitation, he is now making out with your pussy. He is hungry.

You grab his hair as a reflex. You feel like your head is spinning. You couldn’t hold your moans anymore, so you just let it all out.

“Fuck! Yoshiki!” You pull his hair, making him groans to your pussy.

He laughed, the vibration makes you lift your hips and follow his pace. “You’re so impatient.” He curls his tongue and you can't hold it anymore, you cum all over his face, and he lick it all clean.

You are trying to collect yourself. Murayama is kissing you slowly. He whispers between the kiss, “Gochisousama.”

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Yoa, 230209

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

Da dumb won ze poll

So I drew him

OKA SO HERES THE THING I forgot today was Easter till I went out with family n friends so when I got home about like what two hours ago I realized Huh didn’t do any Easter post which I mean is fineeee

But then I RECALLED that in a discord server I’m in its lowkey tradition for me to draw Blitzwing cus I always do it and then I realized SHIT I haven’t even made a SKETCH so I Drew this REALLY FAST I hope u guys like it GRAAAH

Last year I drew hothead in a similar rabbit fit but I probably will NEVER POST THAT EVER because it’s terrible and I hate it I love hothead and SPEAKING OF WHICH how come I can’t rig my own polls HOTHEAD ISLOSING BY 20 MILLION GAZILLION VOTES WAAAAAAAAH WHERE ARE THE HOTHEAD FANS AT pull up PULL UP random is winning by HALF THE VOTE H-A-L-F HALF (I am a hothead fan)

ALSO ALSO ALSO the Blitzwing poll is HILARIOUS every hothead fan sends like paragraphs upon paragraphs on why hothead is the best which I AGREE someone posted something on the poll like Did you know toothgaps were a sign of beauty and I read that and my mind EXPLODED NO WONDER HOTHEAD IS SO ATTRACRIVE I love these paragraph upon paragraph explanations of why hothead is the best because we all know he definitely can’t read Thus he wouldn’t be able to read to paragraph and understand how badly we are embarrassing him by calling him our little silly rage schnookums and baby boy

and then icy fans are funny bcuz they are simple. Succinct. Icy fans just be like yeah icy is the most attractive 😍 that’s why I like him that’s why he is the best and to that I ALSO AGREE icy kinda looks like one of those high-cheek boned high fashion models I feel like he is simple though like if I beat him in a game of chess he would surrender to me and we would be married I will sapiosexually bottom him he’s probably like a chess grandmaster with like 20 million degrees and phDs in being smart and devilish sexy so that would be hard to beat him

And then random fans are just like. Heeheee hoohooo he’s the funny man and I CONCUR I feel like random like. Made Blitzwing. Like if hothead n icy just existed without random Blitzwing wouldn’t be Blitzwing he would be Blutzwuss RANDOM is the funny glue that says one-liners from time to time but the one liners are the best thing you’ve heard all day and they make your day and heal your depression or something

He also has a crazy long tongue so I see the appeal I see 😝😝😝😝

Anyway happy Easter THANK YOU for looking at my post n my ramble daily reminder that Blitzwing is pretty cool and I am still brainrotting Okay Love You Bye

For April fools should this blog become a astrotrain love club or Blitzwing HATE ZONE🤔

[mimisempai]

We’ve come full circle

Summary:

Hob regrets not having been foresighted when, in the middle of the way to home, it starts to rain and he has nothing to take shelter. But this was without counting a certain lord of dreams... Notes

When I started writing just a little less than three years ago, I never thought it would become my main hobby, or my coping mechanism, or even that I would write this much. But here we are, today I celebrate my 1,000,000th word! Of course it's with Dreamling, and of course, fluff being my brand, this 1,000,000th word is the word "love"!

And I thank you, my readers of all kinds, readers just passing by, regular readers, readers who leave or do not leave kudos and/or comments. I love you all!

Rating T - 479 words

Of course, he had to leave the house this morning without looking at the weather.

Of course, it had started raining right in the middle of the way.

Of course, it was a street where there was nothing to take shelter. However, he had no choice, so he kept going.

It only took him a few steps to be soaked to the skin.

"A little help?"

He turned back to see Dream holding an open umbrella above them.

Dream, not waiting for Hob's response, moved his hand toward him. Hob felt just a brush and then realized that he who was soaked just before was dry now.

Dream pushed back one of his strands behind his ear and Hob swallowed, moved by the gesture at the same time so soft and so caring.

Then, still holding the umbrella, Dream moved his elbow out, making a space for Hob to snuggle in and slip his arm through.

He said softly, "Let's go home quickly."

Hob slipped his arm around Dream's and although his lover's umbrella was quite large, he leaned against, reveling in the warmth that emanated from his body. They started walking towards home.

The rain was still pouring down.

But Hob didn't care anymore.

He glanced at his lover and was overwhelmed at the thought that this lord of dreams had come to "save" him from the rain. He could not hold back and throwing his arms around Dream's neck he captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Under the surprise, Dream dropped the umbrella which fell on the ground. 

It took them only a few seconds to be both soaked, but neither of them cared now.

When they separated to catch their breath, seeing their respective states, they started to laugh.

Suddenly, Hob saw Dream swallowing as he looked at him, following with his eyes a drop of rain that rolled down his chin to his neck.

As if drawn by a magnet, he moved closer to Hob, put his hands on his shoulders and leaned toward his neck.

With his tongue, he followed the reverse path of the raindrop, sliding up his Adam's apple, then from Hob's chin to his lips

Hob gasped and whispered, his voice husky, "Don't stop there..." before parting his lips.

Dream took Hob's face in his hands and pressed his lips to his, resuming the interrupted kiss.

In a last moment of lucidity, Hob remembered another rainy evening when he was running after his stranger, fearing he had lost him forever.

And now more than a hundred years later, here they were.

Embracing each other under this same sky, under this same rain.

Creating a happy memory.

It was like coming full circle.

Then Hob forgot everything, the bad memories, the rain, to feel only Dream, his warm body against his, his lips on his.

To feel only one thing.

Love.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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