#and then wear a tshirt with an open button up over it

[yamujiburo]

if you don't mind, would you rank ash's outfits from worst to best? (also on the same topic, would you have wanted to see him in ethan, brendan, victor, and any other missed protag's outfits?)

Oooh this is a great question I've never really thought about

Shoutout to @/leafbladex_yt for this cool edit of all Ash's fits! (it's helping me judge the clothes alone rather than the art style). Ranking under the cut!

Going from least favorite to most favorite! AG, DP, SM, JN, XY, BW, OS

AG- I'm not a huge fan of this one. I feel like there's not a lot helping break the colors up in this design. The block of blue and the white "U" shape are competing to draw your eye and it feels unbalanced. I feel like if the "U" shape was on his chest or took up more space it'd help

DP- This outfit is pretty similar to AG's except Ash has a popped collar rather than a hood. However this one has two things going for it that I like. The "V" shape placement is nice and is what I wished the AG design had and also the black shirt is very unique compared to all of Ash's other designs that tend to be blue-leaning! Also like the extra pockets that make the pants feel less empty than the AG one

SM- Another unique look for Ash that I do like but isn't my favorite. It's simple and I do like the pants a lot actually but idk I just want a little more. The shoes make me laugh a bit. I like that they're going for a more slick look for the shoes but the little circles on em feel vaguely clown-like haha

JN- From here on I really like these designs! I like the JN shoes a lot and they honestly be my favorite shoes of the bunch. Not the hugest fan of the hat but I really like the vest and the white undershirt with red stripe. The balance and colors are really nice! My only gripe is the color of his shorts. It's not egregious but the purple that's only slightly different in value compared to the vest is weird to me. It works but idk I think a higher contrast might've been nice or just going for simple black shorts would've felt better to me (?)

XY- Don't have much to say about this one! It's just a solid, clean design. The hat is fun, the simple shirt with white trim and just enough lines to make the design look cool but not crowded is great! I also like the black undershirt. It's subtle but this design would look weird without it

BW- UGH this design scratches my brain just right. I looove the tall collar/hood, the 1/3 blue 2/3 white combo is soooo clean especially with the blue accents for the pockets. It's also nicely broken up by they yellow zipper and bold black "U" lines to separate the blue and white. So beautifully balanced

OS- This is a hard design to beat. It's just so iconic. Love the league symbol on the hat and the white panel in the front of that hat (forgot to mention I like that about the BW design too). The green gloves are great, I'm kinda sad they just defaulted to black in his other designs. The blue overshirt is great with the white collar/white sleeves. The yellow trim on the bottom, for the buttons and pockets give it just enough visual interest while keeping the design interesting. Keeping the overshirt open for the black tshirt is sooooo nice. It draws the eyes to the center and balances well with the light jeans. Love that it's tucked in also so the overshirt is noticeably longer creating even more variation. The belt is also a great touch! Love a belt. Belts are such a nice way to break up a design. The cuffed jeans are a look and I love that the shoes are designed but not over designed. The black and white combo with red accents is balanced super nicely. 10/10 no notes.

As for an outfit I'd wish we'd seen Ash in........ honestly Victor's. It would have been a huge deviation from what Ash usually wears, similarly to SM. Idk if it would have been my favorite look but it would be so wildly different to see Ash in long sleeves, actual skinny jeans and a beanie haha. Might have to draw this at some point

[artdcnaldson]

stepbro patrick who comes into your bathroom while you’re taking your lil bubble baths to yap at you and bother you. it’s become so normal, you don’t even question it anymore. this time though, he comes in on a night you’re unbelievably pent up and wanted to just relax with an orgasm or four in your bathtub… but this mf will not stop talking and he looks so good in his stupid white tshirt and jeans, having just come back from hanging with art. you’re trying not to be too obvious about the fact that you keep having to press your legs together to get your poor cunt to stop throbbing every time he looks at you, but he knows.

He’s so meannnn :((

Just lounging on the edge of the tub, occasionally turning on the hot water tap so the bath doesn’t get cold while you’re talking. He keeps picking berries off of the little charcuterie board you’ve made yourself, stealing little swigs of wine straight from the bottle. Your face is so hot you can feel it radiating off of your skin, which you blame on the wine and not on the molten arousal pooling in your belly. He doesn’t even know that he interrupted you, at least you’re pretty sure he doesn’t. The second the door swung open you had to practically tear your hand from between your thighs.

He’s going on and on about his plan to get Art to do pro doubles with him, how he really thinks they’d have a chance if they just did it together. Which is fine, but you’ve heard him talk about this a million times before, and you’re just sitting in a steadily cooling bath wondering when the fuck he’ll leave so you can finger fuck yourself into oblivion…. Respectfully!

“Am I boring you?” He asks, leaning forward. You’re properly covered by bubbles (not that it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before), but the way he’s leering at you makes your tummy flip. “Do you want me to go away?”

Yes. “No,” you say quickly. “It’s fine. Just… doubles, yeah.” He steals another berry, and you watch the liquid-y smear of red juice drip from his full lips. You swallow. Hard. He’s probably not saying anything important. And god, you just want to rub at your clit until the persistent hum of need is satisfied and goes back into hibernation for a few more days.

What was it even that set you off so bad? You try to remember if it was a book or a movie or even a goddamn song, but all that’s coming to you is Patrick. Patrick in your room, stripping off his shirt as he tries to get you to pick between two button ups he’s picking to wear out with Art. Patrick, leaning over you, smelling of the nice cologne you’d brought home from a trip with your mother to Paris. Patrick squeezing behind you at the sink so he could shave off a bit of stubble that had started growing back in. You’d dropped your toothbrush and he laughed like you were the biggest idiot.

Or maybe it was because you were watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Who’s to say?

Either way, you’re squeezing your thighs together, squirming in the tub. “Can you turn the hot tap on again?” You ask, but your voice comes out a little uneven. Patrick grins like he’s in on some sort of secret, and obliges. You finish your glass of wine.

“You’re gonna be so pruney when you get out of there,” he says. You lift your foot and turn off the tap with your toes. He grabs your foot in his hand and the motion nearly submerges your top half. “See? Your toes are all wrinkled. You should get out.”

“I should,” you say back. “Turn around.”

He doesn’t move. He just looks at you expectantly, like you’ve just challenged him to a game of chicken. Maybe you have. Your cunt aches with need, his leering gaze isn’t helping. You wonder what he’d do if you just… slipped a hand between your thighs, if you alleviated that craving. But you can’t do that. Even if you now he’d like it, that you’d like it just as much.

When you stand up, his eyes take in your entire figure, raking over you from your partially submerged calves all the way up to your eyes. He wants you to know he sees you, that he’s memorizing the lines of your body. You’re lucky you’re soaking wet, so he can’t make out the slick need between your thighs. “Can you hand me that towel?”

“Yeah,” he replies quickly, swallowing, mouth twitching with the need to say something. He steps closer and wraps it around you, tucking the end in so it won’t fall. He leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight.”

You swallow, take a shuddery breath. “Yeah, goodnight.”

When you’re sitting together at breakfast, eating quiches and fresh fruit from the garden, you don’t talk about it.

[cyberseong]

sunsetz.

pairing: mingi x f!reader.

genre: smut/pwp, slight fluff(?), established relationship.

warnings/topics: there's quite a bit of plot before it gets to the actual smut, mingi is super gentle, slight fluff because it's mostly cute, fingering, teasing, it's just really intimate idk. word count: 1.07k

a/n: hi! this is my first fic that i’m publishing on here— it’s not proofread, but i hope it’s still enjoyable. reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

y/n and mingi have been dating for 2 weeks now— the relationship was overflowing with love and desire each day, and each touch exchanged held a meaning that only the two could comprehend. they were both content with how their relationship was blooming, but only one flaw was starting to shine through the cracks of their bond.

the increasing amount of sexual tension between them was anything but unnoticeable; unbearable.

each time they would be close to crossing the line, mingi would take two steps back. he was overly careful, and he wanted to wait for the right moment to become that private and personal with y/n.

“welcome home, love. did you eat? i can cook something up for you if you’d like,” mingi greeted y/n as she slipped her shoes off at the door and set her keys down on the small table adjacent to the front door. they were both busy, so they would typically meet up at each other’s apartments after work to spend as much time together as possible.

“no, i’m okay min; i had dinner with some coworkers today. how about we just cuddle instead? i’m exhausted.” y/n sighed with a warm smile. mingi nodded his head and rested his hands against the dips of y/n’s hips, guiding her into his bedroom.

“would you like to change out of your work clothes first? i wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable at all,” mingi proposed, leaving a loving peck behind y/n’s ear.

y/n shuddered at the action, feeling mingi’s breath just slightly blow against her neck. she muttered a soft ‘yes’, and told herself that it was not the time to be forming such ill-suited thoughts in her mind.

mingi gently let go of her body, treating y/n like a fragile porcelain doll— he then proceeded to his closet, coming back with an oversized graphic tshirt for y/n to wear.

they were comfortable enough with each other to change in close proximity to each other, so y/n immediately stripped out of her blazer and button up, followed by the navy tinted slacks she had worn to work. she was now left in only her undergarments, which caused mingi to look away quickly, his cheeks and ears tinted a rosy red out of embarrassment.

y/n chuckled as she noticed, “you don’t always have to look away, you know. i can’t say i wouldn’t favor the attention from you.” she then slipped off her underwear and unclipped her bra, discarding it to the floor and reaching for the shirt mingi provided for her.

“are you sure? i’d hate to make you uncomfortable, in any w-”

“mingi, trust me. i don’t think it’s possible for me to get any more comfortable with you.”

mingi took that as permission to gaze upon his lover’s body. y/n was currently pulling the shirt over her ahead, in an agonizingly slow manner on purpose; giving mingi time to get a decent view of her bare body before letting the shirt swallow everything. the taller’s face only appeared with more red pigment than a few seconds ago; y/n thought it was cute how easily mingi could get flushed over things.

with y/n now fully covered with her boyfriend’s oversized shirt, mingi engulfs her into an intense embrace— he wanted her to feel just how much love he felt for her. “everything about you is beautiful, god, i love you,” mingi breathed out as he left slow open kisses against y/n’s collarbone whilst slowly gravitating their bodies against the soft plush of his mattress. y/n moaned softly into mingi’s ear, moving her hands up to grip the platinum blonde strands of the other’s hair for support.

mingi’s hands and mouth began to move lower down y/n’s body with ease; from the collarbones, his face glided down to the crook of y/n’s breasts, leaving light kisses on the fabric that covered them. his hands had reached her upper thighs, subconsciously kneading them.

y/n released soft whimpers from her lips, whining out to mingi with desperation, “mingi, please do something. i’ve been waiting weeks, just please…”

mingi lifted his face up from y/n’s cleavage with big glistening eyes, his head tilting slightly with curiosity. “really? i just didn’t want to go too fast with things. are you sure you want to do this, love? let me hear you use your words,”

she breathed in sharply upon hearing his words; the way mingi spoke was so welcoming, yet provocative— there was no questioning as to why she fell for him.

“yes, i’m sure, mingi– please, i need you,”

mingi smiled with assurance, moving his head farther down, specifically in between y/n’s upper thighs. he pushed the bottom of the shirt up to be scrunched around her waist, slightly gliding a finger between her folds. he noticed she was nearly dripping wet, which allowed his finger to slip into her with ease. y/n let out an airy moan, not expecting mingi’s fingers to fit so deeply inside her hole. he slid his finger in and out rhythmically, deciding to add a second finger to scissor her delicately. “faster, mingi, please,” y/n moaned.

mingi steadily picked up the pace, eventually adding a third finger. the veins that were normally present on his hands stood out even more with the amount of tension his fingers caused within his hands. mingi’s vacant hand continued to caress the sensitive skin of y/n’s inner thigh, only heightening the feeling of getting closer to her climax.

“i’m close— fuck, you’re doing so well mingi, keep going please,” y/n’s voice began to tremble as her breaths began to quiver. her legs begged to close, which only caused them to lock mingi’s head in between them. mingi tried to move his fingers at a faster pace than they were currently going, all whilst whispering praises to y/n, to which she responded to with vocal moans— she couldn’t utter any words anymore.

y/n soon reached her climax, cumming hard onto mingi’s fingers as her body shook from the overstimulation. mingi removed his fingers from inside of her, and brought his clean hand up to cup her face. he placed a passionate kiss on her plump lips before smiling contently at his girlfriend.

“i love you, y/n.”

“I love you more, mingi.”

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Sneaky

Warnings: age gap (early 20s reader), smut

I was lying in bed scrolling through random apps to relieve boredom. I relax more in the bed further after plugging in my phone. It was peaceful until I jumped to a knocking on my window. I sat up from my bed feeling a rush of adrenaline and being bold, I peeked through the blinds. I sighed in relief to realize it’s only Negan. Also my dad’s best friend, whom I’ve been seeing for a while now. My poor dad was clueless but we may get caught if he keeps sneaking into my window. I go pull the blinds up and unlock my window. He moved close and opened it for himself.

“You know you’re going to get us caught one day.” I say just above a whisper. He just kept a big smile on his face as he walked in and accidentally fell. It made a loud thud noise and I panicked by closing the door. “Shit!” I whispered loudly and helped him up.

“Well, hello to you to babygirl.” I was about to speak up but heard footsteps coming toward my bedroom. Immediately thinking fast, I pushed him to hide under my bed. I made the motion for him to stay quiet as I closed the window. I then heard my bedroom door open to see my dad all groggy.

“You okay in here honey?”

“Yeah. Everythings good, I just fell trying to open my window.” I say shutting the blinds. He only sighed and shook his head. “Be more careful alright? I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” I nodded and said goodnight as I go to lock my door. I let out a breath as Negan moved to stand up. He stretched his back and looked over at me.

“Well. We didn’t get caught did we?” He says above a whisper. Negan just laughs as I give him a glare. He takes off his jacket to drap over the night stand. I see him ruffle his hair and lays on my bed. His shoes were kicked off and looked over at me. Negan raised his finger to motion for me to join. I walk over and lay next to him and he had his arms around me.

“You haven’t called me in a week. Where exactly have you been baby?” Negan asked as he rubs my lower back.

“You know I have a job for the rest of the summer, right?”

“Yeah. But whenever we started this, I thought we’d be able to have more fun. Instead of you staying at your folks to save money.” He pouted as I shifted to lay on top of his body. “Well I need money for my next semester of college. You know that.” I say touching his chest. He ran an arm up my back toward the back of my head. I look at him and felt him pulling me into a kiss. Obviously he wanted to avoid the conversation. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms on his neck. For a few minutes I made out with him as I laid on top of him. His hand rubbing my lower back and going under my shirt to touch my skin.

“Why don’t you start taking off these clothes?”

“Only if you do it to.” I say in between kisses and felt him smile. I leaned up on his lap to toss away my shirt and show off that I was wearing no bra. He licked his lips and followed along by removing his own tshirt onto the floor. I bit my lip and lower go to kiss him again as his hands massaged my tits. I moan against his lips as he pinched my nipple. He moved my body to sit up and lean to suck at my chest. I held his head and kept in my voice so we don’t wake my dad. “Remember, we have to be quiet Negan.” I whispered.

“You don’t need to worry about me. You know I can make you scream.” I blushed as he took opportunity to lay me under him. Fuck he was so hot with his body being lit from the dim lamp. His body settled between my thighs and go to touch his shoulders. “Want me fuck you?” He teased when tugging away my shorts. I go to pull them off my hips and he practically tore them off my ankles. We both laugh lightly and went to undo the button of his jeans. I look at him feeling my thighs squeeze together and wanting him so bad. Negan grabbed a pillow and carefully stuffed it behind the headboard to avoid noise.

He moved faster and shimmied his pants and boxers down his thighs. I pull him to kiss me again as he situated himself to thrust into me. I whined feeling his cock, he went to cover my mouth.

“Shh. Don’t be too loud.” He warned and I nodded. He kept his hand in place as he moved his hips. I groan into his hand as he moved slow but brought force into his thrusts. Negan knew exactly how to fill my pussy so good. I whimpered as my thighs tighten on his waist. He bit his lip to keep down the noise as he fucked me.

He hit me so deep and I held onto his shoulders. I did my best to not make a noise and it must’ve been too long without him since my pussy was clenching on him. He was already there seeing the look on his face. He lean to whisper “Come baby.”

That’s all I needed to fully let go and I felt bite my neck once he released. We both had to take moment to steady breathing and our bodies fell against the bed.

“Shit. Too long without your pussy.”

“I know. Too much time without you.” I say caressing his cheek. He shifted his body to pull out of me and laid by my side. I moved to cuddle with him and he kissed my head. “Live with me.”

“What? No, do you realize my family with kill us.”

“So? I care about you and you wouldn’t have to work anymore. I’ll take care of everything baby.”

“I don’t know…” I spoke hesitantly and drew patterns on his arm.

“At least think about it.”

“Maybe.”

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[lfghughes]

Can I request going to the NHL awards with Jack and like matching I just want something cute and fluffy with them celebrating

a/n: but remember when i jinxed his win guys. this is my redemption post

This was your first time at the NHL awards and your first time on a red carpet in general. Before coming here you were definitely nervous but you weren’t going to give up your plus one spot that Jack had offered to you. As you looked at your boyfriend, a small smile spread on your lips at his suit that he was wearing. “I was ready to fight you if I saw you in a tshirt for this.” You teased which caused him to roll his eyes at you. “You’re never going to let me live down the all star red carpet are you?”

You quickly shook your head, maybe if you had gone with him to that you could have convinced him to at least have worn a nice button up. Once you were both ready you met up with his parents and immediately Ellen started gushing as she took in the two of you. “Look at my two babies.” A smile grew on your lips at her words and how easily she had accepted you into the family. “I’m so happy you’re wearing a suit and not a tshirt.” She pointed out which caused you to laugh. Glad everyone was on the same page as you.

At the red carpet it was exactly how you had pictured it. Cameras were everywhere, Jack was being stopped pretty regularly to get interviewed and to sign things. Every once in a while you would get into a photo with him but mostly you stuck near his parents. You would be lying if you said you weren’t in complete awe of your boyfriend and the way he acted like a natural even though you knew he wasn’t a fan of interviews. “I want to get a photo of you two, go stand with him.” Ellen ushered you forward and you did exactly as she asked.

“Mom, should we do an awkward prom pose?” Jack teased as Ellen snapped away on her phone. When she got her pictures, you went back to her to see the photos she had gotten. “Babe, look” Jack got your attention and you couldn’t help but laugh as he pretended like he was snapping photos of you on an imaginary camera. “You’re such a dork.” You shook your head as you watched him go up to the next interview. During this one they had asked what made him a gentleman and his response about holding the door open made you laugh.

“That’s your son.” You pointed out to Ellen who was shaking her head at her son. “He sure is.” You were glad to get inside into the ac and to finally be able to sit. “I can’t wait for us to go celebrate on broadway after.” Jack whispered to you as he sank down into his seat next to you. You were definitely looking forward to that too but first you wanted to see Jack win his award. Except well when it came around to it, he hadn’t won. Your hand went to his leg, giving him a reassuring squeeze as he shrugged. “It’s okay.” But you could tell he was a little bummed about it.

The rest of the night felt like it dragged a little but this was still an experience you would do all over again. When the night came to an end, Jack and some of his friends still wanted to go out and you definitely weren’t going to turn down a night out in Nashville. “Alright, you kids be safe. Okay?” Ellen warned the both of you. “Of course mom, we will.” He told her, giving her a hug goodnight. “Also baby, I’m proud of you always.” Your heart grew ten sizes as you watched your boyfriend with his mom before he came over to you. “I’m proud of you too and you are my favorite gentleman.”

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 3/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: shoko, higuruma, mahito | see: part 1

ieiri shoko:

shoko is soooo lana del ray coded to me 🍒

so in my mind, she takes you to a fancy restaurant on the coastline

i know she has the salary of a school nurse but just hear me out~

she’s wearing a cream colored pantsuit with assorted gold jewelry

omg shoko is such a baaaabbbeeeee (respectfully) smash

anyways- you’re wearing a low-cut navy blue bodycon dress and your favorite jimmy choo’s that she got you for your birthday a few years ago ✨

she drives you there in her black cadillac ct5 with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a cigarette that she inhales from occasionally

when you get to the restaurant, she takes the car to the valet to have it parked and offers you an arm to lead you inside the restaurant

when you’re seated at you reserved table, after you’re served generous glasses of chilled dom perignon, you order only the finest foods: caviar, lobster, wagyu ribeye, and various other delicacies

your dessert assortment is even more lavish ✨

countless trays of pastries, cakes, fraises, and thing you can’t even name are set out in front of you; chocolate mousse cake, mini fruit tarts, serveral varieties of pudding, coconut cakes, lemon scones

all these shiny, expensive things, you think, but the only thing that matters is sitting right in front of you 💞

you pull a special surprise out of your pocket that you had been hiding excitedly all evening~ a 24 karat gold ring with the initials IS inscribed on it

you take your lover’s hand, slipping the dainty piece of jewelry onto her finger: “i love you, koko,” you explain, “thank you for sharing your life with me”

hiromi higuruma:

higuruma’s taking you to a lil steakhouse ✨

he just got off work, so he swings by your apartment to pick you up, still wearing his black suit-and-tie and white button up shirt

you’re wearing a fluttery red sundress that goes down to just about your knees with a little bow in the front 💋

his jaw absolutely drops when he sees you, his beautiful girlfriend, in that gorgeous dress !! he’s a lucky man 🥺

the drive to the restaurant is quiet, hiromi still trying to decompress from a stressful day at work

you make sure to tell him how proud of him you are, though because he works really hard 💞

the restaurant is super nice, the staff are friendly and the food is amazing!

you talk about all the things you’ve got going on in your lives right now

he tells you about the case he’s working right now, a divorce that’s fighting over custody arrangements

you tell him about your plans for the end of the year: visiting your mom in kyoto, your best friend’s birthday that was coming up, a new movie that you wanted to see in theaters

over all just very chill and domestic vibes 🥰

once you guys are done eating, he takes you back to his apartment where y’all get ready for bed (he lended you a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tshirt for you to sleep in)

you cuddle in his bed and watch grey’s anatomy until you both falling asleep, whispering sweet nothings and planting chaste kisses before you do ✨

mahito:

you can interpret this as canon mahito or human!mahito, whatever you prefer 🥰

so you and mahito are dating and are currently staying at a luxurious beach resort ✨

(i’m sorry i just couldn’t bring myself to write mahito at a restaurant because wtf 💀 there will be food in it though 🤷🏼♀️)

your villa is gorgeous, the warm summer breeze flowing through the open windows and linen curtains blowing about lazily

it’s huge, about six thousand square feet in total

but currently, you’re not inside the beach house; you’re laying by the shore, absorbing as much sun as you possibly can before you have to return to the city

your boyfriend is lying on the cot beside you, his arms folded above his head

the two of you had decided to order room service, so there were several trays of food on the little wooden table between you

there’s cebiche, orzo salad, intricately cut pieces of watermelon (you swear one looks to be in the shape of a familiar white-haired sorcerer), roasted chickpeas, and several other dishes you can’t name alongside two glasses of mai thai

you decide to try a couple options from the assortment, spooning a couple pieces into your boyfriend’s mouth that he eats reluctantly)

he does like the salad, though, claiming it has a ‘unique taste’ (you think he was just trying to make you happy by saying that)

as the sun starts to creep below the horizon, mahito rolls onto his side, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear

he leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek, then another one on your lips

as the two of you trudge tiredly back to your villa, mahito’s arm wrapped around your waist for support, he tells you how much he loves you and wishes every day could be like this 🥺💞✨

[svts-things]

Night Stay

Jun×fem reader

Warning:little suggestive

You were at your boyfriend's place right now.

This was your first night stay together and you were nervous.

You were thinking to take the couch and not expect much.

You went to his room as it's door was already open.

"Jun baby can I-"

You were greeted by his naked back and realized you just walked in while he was changing.

He turned to you and you felt hot after seeing his crisp abs,biceps,chest-

"Can u what babe?"

You didn't hear him as were focused on his naked torso

He smirked when he noticed your stare and came towards you

You unconsciously lifted your hand and were about to touch his abs but then you realized what was going on

"I'm sorry I should have knocked and come"

"I kept the door open tho because I don't mind"

"If you don't mind then can I touch you?"

He blushed and felt shy

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"You can"

"No I won't I'll be waiting for you outside"

You turned around but he grabbed your arm and before he could pull you close you poked his side

As soon as his grip left you ran away laughing

Jun smiled to himself and shook his head

You were on the couch waiting for him

After a min he came out in a Grey sweatpant and a loose black tshirt

"We are matching"

He said while laughing

You realized you were wearing Grey shorts and a loose black shirt

You had kept you hair in front to cover your chest as you weren't wearing anything inside

"Oh right "

You gave him a smile

"So what were you asking?"

He asked while sitting beside you

"Can I take the couch tonight?"

He frowned and by the look on his face you could tell he wasn't expecting that

"Why?"

"It's just...."

You felt embarrassed to tell him the reason

He assured you by gently squeezing your right knee

"Um can I please?"

"If you aren't feeling comfortable it's alright but you take the bed I'll take the couch"

Your eyes widened

"No I'll-"

" I won't let my hot girlfriend take the couch"

He said with a quick glance on your chest

You looked down and saw three buttons open instead of two

You quickly button one of them with a blush

"Don't regret later for taking the couch then"

He smiled

"I won't don't worry "

It was 12:53 am

You were wide awake staring at the ceiling and the fan

Your intrusive thoughts were wide awake too letting you think a lot of what ifs

You realized you needed jun by your side

You went out tip toeing and saw jun sleeping one the couch

You felt bad disturbing him so you went back to the bed

You sat on it but after a few mins you stood up and went out again only to see the couch empty

You went towards it but were hugged from behind

Strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder

You knew it was jun so u didn't get scared but then panicked when realized you were just wearing a shirt and he was back hugging you

"Babe wait wait leave me pls"

"Why~?"

He asked in a husky voice

It sent shivers down your spine

"What were you doing tho why aren't you asleep?"

He asked

"Well I wasn't able to so I thought to call you-"

He quickly went and gathered his pillow and the extra blanket from the couch

"Let's go"

He said while almost bouncing

You let out an amused laugh and followed him

He went to the left side where you were before and layed down

Your went beside him and layed down

He tucked you under the blanket along with him

You were facing the ceiling while he was facing you

You felt his gaze on you and you could te that he was smiling

"Can I hold you?"

"Uh..."

He frowned and sat up

"You trust me right?I love you and I won't do anything to you .I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable I can go out-"

"NO"

He was startled at your loud yelp and looked at you

"I was just....I have never done a night stay even with my friends and this is my first relationship so I was just nervous "

He smiled lovingly at you

"You tell me what do you want me to do"

"Um hold me?"

"Alright "

He layed but closer this time

He loosely layed his arm over your waist

"Is this ok?"

You smiled softly at him which made jun go crazy but he controlled

"Yes....good night babe"

"Good night love"

You closed your eyes and felt very peaceful in his arms

"BTW you know your always welcome to stay here right?"

"Yes I know and I will when I can"

"And your more than welcome to sleep without a bra always "

"WEN JUNHUI!!!"

[jake-g-lockley]

Ok, My Precious (Javier Peña x reader)

Masterlist | Wanna be tagged?

A/N: Get it? Ok Kanmani? @lil-stark asked for a desi fic ages ago and here it is :”)

Warnings: Men can be a little dumb bless their hearts, a little bit of smut, a tiny panic attack and crying other than that, soft fluffy javi <3

Word Count: 1.7k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javi watched as you bopped your head to your music, singing to its catchy rhythm. You were working on an assignment, occasionally looking to the left of your laptop to write something on your notepad. You were absolutely obsessed with this song, singing it over and over again, even singing the ad libs.

En Rojaa Neeya

En Uyire Neeya

En Anjalli Neeya

Geetaanjalli Neeya

Javi loved the way your eyes would light up when you managed to get something right and how your eyebrows crinkled together when you didn't get the answers you needed. He tilted his head and continued to stare unabashedly.

En Kadalil Alai Paayum

Oar Mouna Raagam Needhane

Kaatruveliyidai Ellaam Naam

Iruvar Parandhu Sellathane

Javi leaned against the door frame and watched your lips move as angelic words tumbled out of them. He sighed softly and looked at you dreamily, his safe little haven away from the atrocities of his work. You were wearing one of his baggy tshirts and your fluffy slippers, hair twisted into a bun and a turmeric face mask on your face. 

Javi shifted to cross his legs and you finally noticed him at the door, your eyes widening as your hands come up to shield your face from him.

“Eek, Javi! Don’t look at me!” you squealed, pressing your hands to your face, smudging the mask all over the place. 

Javier laughed, “See mi preciosa, look at the mess you've made.”

He walks to your shared bathroom and comes out a few minutes later with a wet towel. He pulls a chair out beside you and drags your chair towards him so that you are situated between his thighs. He gently pulls your hand away from your face and places them upturned on his lap and begins to wipe your face.

You stare up at his handsome face as he gently rubs the turmeric away from your skin. When he was done with your face, he moved to your hands, kissing each fingertip as he cleaned them with the towel. He pulled you close for a hug when he was finally done, placing a feathery kiss onto your hairline and placing the stained towel aside.

Your heart swells with love and happiness as you snuggle close, your fingers gripping onto Javi’s shirt, your cheek pressed into his exposed skin where his buttons were opened as you felt the soft beat of his heart

“Te amo, roja.” Javi whispers, your heart fluttering with the tamil nickname. 

“Te amo, raja.” You whispered back. 

A message bloops on your laptop, bursting you and Javi’s little bubble and you sigh, sitting up straighter. 

“Go on baby, do your work, I’ll fix you something to eat.” Javi smiles softly at you, kissing your cheek before getting up and taking the towel with him. 

A few minutes later Javi returned, holding a bowl of fruit, a fork and a book. You smiled happily as he began to feed you fruit as he read his book, keeping you company as you softly hummed your favourite song while you worked.

You kissed him softly when you were done with the fruit, making him hum at the sweet taste of juice on your lips. 

He held your hand, playing with your ring as you continued working. The little white gold and diamond ring sparkled in the late evening light and he moved his hand around, making the light refract from it and bounce around the room. The ring was a gift from your mom for your 21st birthday and you never took it off and Javi loved playing with it. 

Javi kissed your finger and gently nibbled at your finger making you hiss slightly. He shifted closer to you, kissing your palm and your wrist, gently sinking his teeth into your skin, a sign that you wouldn’t be doing much work for the rest of the night. 

Still you ignored him and stared hard at your laptop, your free hand clutching your mouse tightly.

“Relax, amor, let me take care of you.” Javi’s lips grazed your ear as you sighed. 

You cave, melting into Javi’s touch as he curled his arm under your legs and lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom, making you giggle softly into his neck. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javi always wakes up before you in the morning. He sat up and stared at your sleeping figure, his eyes tracing your curves as they noted the love marks that he had carved throughout the night. Your hand was draped over your tummy, your red nails another reminder of the delicious marks that littered his back.

His eyes stopped at your ring again, the one that sat perfectly at the base of your middle finger. He began to imagine how it would be like to slip on another ring beside the current one. You’d definitely make a beautiful bride and an even more beautiful wife. He suddenly couldn't help but think that your name was written with his in the stars and he had the inexplicable urge to solidify it

You sighed in your sleep and turned around, and Javi leaned down to kiss your shoulder, shaking off his thoughts. He got out of bed when suddenly a nagging voice popped up in his head, urging him to grab your ring.

He frowned and shook his head

“Not steal it, idiot. To get her ring size.” the voice hissed again and his eyes widened

Javi gently dropped to his elbows and eyed your fingers. Before he could stop himself, his own fingers met yours and began to pull the ring from your finger. 

“Oh boy, we’re really doing this.” Javi thought as he gently placed your hand back onto the bed.

“Yes we are, doofus.” his mind voice spoke to him again. “Now run before she wakes up.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You literally couldn't stop bawling your eyes out. You did not only wake up to the fact that Javier had disappeared and gone to work, but your favourite ring was missing. You've had the ring on your finger for about  ten years. It was one of the only things keeping you close to your mother who lives thousands of miles away. You sunk onto the floor after literally turning the entire house upside down, your hands clutched to your heart. 

You fell asleep curled up on the floor in exhaustion and woke up to an alarmed Javier kneeling in front of you.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” his soothing voice only made you want to cry again as he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“My ring…” your voice falters as you begin to sob into Javi’s shirt.

Javier’s eyes widened and guilt immediately rushed around him. He internally face palmed as he subtly felt his pocket for your ring. Instead of pulling it out immediately, he jumped into action, pulling your hand to eye level as if to inspect it. 

“Alright, calm down, breathe, it must be here somewhere, mi preciosa.” Javi whispered through your sobs and gently pulled you up with him. 

“Let's start with the bed, yea?” 

Javier sneakily pulled the ring out of his pocket as you frantically tossed the pillows.

“AHA! I FOUND IT!” Javier shouted and you immediately give yourself whiplash when you looked up at him. 

“Oh thank god!” you jumped onto the bed and threw your arms around Javier’s neck and he subtly breathed a sigh of relief.

“You worked yourself up too much, baby, come on now, let me run you a bath.” Javier said softly as he slipped the ring back onto your finger. 

“Thank you, Javi, I love you.” you sighed , wrapping your arms around his body. 

“That was close,” the grating voice whispered in Javier’s head.

“Shut up.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It had been three months since Javi bought your ring. Every morning he would look at your ring, before shaking his head slightly and putting it back in his hiding spot. It wasn’t like you had anything wrong with you, he just wanted to find the perfect timing. 

Then one day it just clicked. 

It had been a long night for him, and he was exhausted the second he got home. His ears perked at the music that was playing the minute he put his hand on the doorknob. He threw the door open and his eye caught you spinning around, your arms thrown up as an upbeat song played in the background. You turned to look at him, running up to him to pull his bag away from him and he immediately snaked his arm around your waist to dance with you. Music consumed the both of you and Javier immediately forgot about his horrible day.

It was at that moment where he felt like his life without you would probably mean that he would have to live a horrible one alone. You let go of his arms and danced on your own, throwing your head back as he watched your eyes flutter close. 

He didn’t know how he ended up on one knee, the box ready in his hands as he looked up at you. 

Your music stopped and you huffed, stalking over to your laptop. 

“Baby, did we pay the Spotify bill-” you started to say when you noticed what Javier was doing. 

Your mouth dropped open as a soft gasp escaped your lungs. Javier felt so vulnerable in that few minutes, his mind racing as you both stared at each other.

“Marry me, kanmani.” Javier felt the words tumble out of his mouth in one breath. 

You know the moment you look at someone and your whole life with them flashes before your unfocused eyes? That was exactly what was happening to you. Birthdays, first days of school, graduations and anniversaries popped up in front of you as you found yourself living  a dream. 

You closed the distance between the both of you in a flash, wrapping your arms around his neck as one of your hands slid up his curls.

“Oh god, Javi.” you whispered as tears seeped out your eyes. “Yes, I will!” 

A choked sob escaped Javier’s mouth as he breathed a sigh of relief. He pressed his forehead to yours as he took your hand in his, slipping the ring onto your finger. Both of your tear drops mingle onto your hand and you pull away slightly to look at Javier’s beautiful brown eyes. You were positive you saw your whole world in his eyes as he pulled you close for a bruising kiss. 

“You okay, kanmani?” “I’m your kanmani hmm?” you giggle, pressing your nose to his. “Always and forever, en kanmani.”

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

The Double Negative Effect

Summary: Javy knows deep down after he goes into G-LOC that he’s not going to be selected for the mission. He goes to a bar on his own to drink away some of his sorrows, and while he’s there, he meets someone who is having just as rough of a time as he is. Misery loves company, and together, they cancel out the bad day the other is having, replacing it with a night they’ll remember for all the right reasons. 

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: mentions of almost dying/being lucky to be alive, language, mentions of blood and injuries. 

Notes: Written as a little gift for @roosterforme. I’ve been itching to write another Javy fic, so I hope you enjoy this one, babe! Thanks to her and @mak-32 for reading over it for me, as per ushe💚💜

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Quite honestly, Javy had never felt sorrier for himself in his whole Naval career. Perhaps even his whole entire life.

It was irrational, he knew. 

G-LOC wasn’t something that an aviator could ever really stop once it set in. He had done everything that he could to prevent it from happening. He had relied on his training and was keeping his breathing as regulated as possible, he was tightening and releasing all the right muscles to keep his blood flow moving normally. But the higher g’s he was sustaining proved to be too much. He didn’t even realize what had happened until he was snapping out of it and seeing the mountain side coming at him with alarming speed. 

He was lucky to be alive, and he knew that’s what he should be focusing on. But he couldn’t get over how of all times for this to happen, it had to be now. 

There was no way he was being picked for the mission. The actual event would be so much more intense than the training route, and his body had proved that it couldn’t handle it this time. He should just consider himself honored that he was one of the twelve that had been called back to be into consideration for it - one of only four solo pilots in the entire Navy. He knew that later on, he’d be able to appreciate all of those facts. 

Now, though, he was going to enjoy his pity party, attendance of one, ignoring his phone as it dinged in his pocket with Hangman checking in on him. 

He knew all of the others were at the Hard Deck, but he hadn’t been in the mood to be surrounded by the rest of the squad. So he had ventured a little further from base and found some nondescript place near a strip of corporate offices. It was mostly full of men in suits and women in heels, grabbing a drink after work. He knew he stood out wearing dark jeans and a black tshirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

Javy sat alone at the bar, nursing his bottom shelf whiskey. It burned his throat when it went down, but he welcomed the feeling. 

“Work, family, or your love life?” 

His eyes, which had been staring into the dark liquid in his glass, snapped up at the sudden voice. When they met yours, he sucked in a breath. 

You were sitting a few seats over from him, and he truly wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you when you sat down, because he definitely would have noticed had you been there when he got here. You were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and you were talking to him. When you raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, he realized he was staring, with his mouth open nonetheless. Embarrassment heated his cheeks and he cleared his throat. 

“Sorry?” 

You shrugged a shoulder that was covered by the silk of your dark green button down shirt and took a sip of your own drink. You crossed a leg over your opposite knee as you turned more toward him, and he couldn’t help but track the movement with his eyes. Even with black dress pants and sitting down, he knew you had to have amazing legs. He had always had a thing for legs.

“You’re alone at the bar, staring into that glass like it might have the answers, looking like someone kicked your puppy. Oh!” you exclaimed once you realized what you had said, pretty eyes widening, “was it your dog?” 

Javy let out the first laugh he had been able to muster since regaining consciousness in his F-18. He shook his head, informing you that he had never owned a dog in his life. You let out a sigh of what looked like relief, before raising both eyebrows at him again. God, you were so cute. He could practically feel some of the tension he had been holding slipping off his shoulders just by looking at you, and how you were looking back at him. 

“Work,” he told you. 

“Ah. I was betting on your love life.” 

Your tone was playful, and there was a glint in your eye that had him smiling. With another chuckle, he motioned toward the empty barstool directly beside you. “May I?” 

“Please,” you said, and Javy stood and carried his glass a few steps until he settled into the seat next to you. He held out a hand. 

“Javy,” he introduced. You told him your name, slipping your hand in his to shake. Your skin was soft against his, and warmth spread through his whole body at your touch. He repeated your name softly under his breath, and realized he liked the way it tasted on his tongue. 

“What about you?” he asked, gesturing to your own drink once you had pulled your hand away. “Work, family, or your love life?” 

You tilted your head slightly, a teasing smile on your lips as you seemed to consider his question. You tapped a finger against your chin in thought. You took another sip of your drink, your eyes never leaving his face. 

"Well, let's see. Work is demanding, family is complicated, and love life... Well, who really has time for that nowadays when you have the first two taking up all your time?" 

"Tell me about it," Javy replied, a hint of wistfulness in his tone.

“Wanna talk about it?” you offered, waving your hand in front of you. “Misery loves company all that.”

Javy hesitated, contemplating whether or not he should. The whole situation had been weighing on him since it happened, consuming his every thought as he went over it time and time again. He was surprised when he found himself not as worried about it now all of a sudden. 

“I was…in consideration for something at work,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “Something really big. But I had a bit of a setback, and it most certainly messed with my chances.” 

You hummed at his words. “That sucks.”

He huffed out a laugh, nodding in agreement. He finished his drink and motioned to the bartender for another one. When he looked at you with a silent question, you finished your drink off as well, nodding to the bartender. 

“What about you?” Javy asked. 

“Asshole clients. Even more of an asshole boss. Plus parents who say I’m not living up to my potential.” 

He winced in sympathy. “Ouch.” 

The bartender set down the fresh round of drinks, leaving quickly to tend to other customers. You lifted yours in his direction, a small, intriguing smirk on your face. “Here’s to bad days and strangers.” 

Javy tapped his glass against yours with a smile before bringing it to his lips. For a moment, the rattling sound of ice and the sound of the bar around you were the only things filling the silence, but you never looked away from each other. 

Once you set down your drink, your eyes twinkled in curiosity and you leaned toward him. “So tell me, what do you like to do when you’re not sitting alone in a bar?” 

Conversation flowed effortlessly after that. It was like once the two of you started talking, neither of you could stop. He barely noticed how much time had passed. You traded questions back and forth as you got to know one another, swapping stories and hobbies and beliefs. The dimly lit bar offered a temporary escape from the rest of the world, and you were the best company that he didn’t even know he needed to get lost with. You exuded an air of confidence as you talked, your voice pulling him in like a magnet. Javy found himself completely captivated by you. 

He noticed that you tended to talk with your hands, something he found absolutely adorable. As you animatedly spoke about a book you had just finished, you knocked into the glass you had been drinking from. Your reflexes had you reaching out to try and stop it from falling, but you were just a millisecond too late. It shattered on impact, and a jagged shard from it scraped your palm. A sharp gasp escaped your lips. 

Without hesitation, Javy grabbed a napkin and grabbed your hand, applying pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. When he looked at your face, your eyes were wide and your mouth slightly open, and your breathing was coming quicker. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It doesn’t look too deep.” 

You didn’t seem to hear him, or if you did, you didn’t acknowledge his words. He said your name again, and then once more. This time, you met his eyes. You swallowed thickly and took a shaky breath. 

“Um,” you began, voice unsteady, “now might be a good time to tell you I am…not great with blood.” 

“Oh. Shit.” 

Despite the panic on your face, you managed to muster up a weak laugh at his reaction.  “Yeah.” 

Javy quickly scanned the bar, spotting the bartender who was just returning from grabbing a crate of glasses from the back.  

“Excuse me,” he called out, trying to get his attention. The man looked over, eyes widening at the sight of broken glass and him holding a wad of flimsy bar napkins to your palm. "Do you have a first aid kit or something?"

He nodded and went to the other end of the bar, grabbing something from under the counter. He returned with a small first aid kit in his hands. Javy thanked him as he took it. Glancing around, he noticed a few pairs of curious eyes looking in their direction. 

“Hey,” he said gently, waiting until you met his eyes to continue. “Let’s go sit over there, okay? It’s a little more private.” 

You seemed to catch on to what he was saying, and you nodded jerkily as you slipped off your barstool. You thanked him under your breath as he led you to an empty corner booth, gratitude clear in your voice. He let you slide in first before he slipped in next to you, angling his body to keep you away from prying eyes. 

Opening the, admittedly dismal, first aid kit, he grabbed some sterile gauze and adhesive tape.

"I'm sorry about this," he said, voice filled with sympathy as he reached for your injured hand again. "Just look at me, okay?”

You still looked a bit shaken, but you seemed to trust him. He couldn’t deny that the notion filled him with warmth. He gently pressed the gauze against the wound, applying steady pressure. Despite your unease, you managed to keep your focus on him.

As he cleaned and taped you up, Javy spoke softly to try and keep you distracted. He told you about flying in the Navy, and shared that ironically, he had a bit of a fear of commercial airplanes. The look you gave him in return was completely incredulous and full of disbelief. 

“You’re kidding.” 

“I’m not,” he assured you with a laugh, “A fighter jet is completely different. I’m one person, manning a very small aircraft. A plane that can hold hundreds of people and cargo, and only be flown by one or two people? Just doesn’t make all that much sense to me.” 

“That…might be the best contradiction I’ve ever heard. Wow.” 

Javy grinned at your bewilderment. He didn’t care if it took spilling one of his more embarrassing secrets, because you were smiling too, the panic in your eyes having almost completely faded. 

Once he finished with your hand and made sure it was covered properly, he rubbed his thumb over the dressing.  

"There we go. Should be good as new in no time," he said. 

You nodded, releasing a deep breath as you briefly glanced down at your injured appendage. You assessed the bandage before looking back at him. "Thank you, Javy. Really.”

"It was no problem," he replied sincerely, enjoying the way his name sounded on your lips. "I'm just glad I could help."

You stared at each other for a long moment, not saying anything. He swore you were starting to lean toward him when a loud cheer sounded from across the bar. It seemed to break the spell and you coughed, looking away. He groaned at the missed opportunity.  

You both seemed to realize how late it had gotten after that. Javy had an early flight tomorrow, and you mentioned a meeting first thing for you, too. He picked up both of your tabs despite your protest before he offered to walk you to your car. He didn’t want the night to be over quite yet, so he was glad when you accepted eagerly. 

“This is me,” you told him, stopping beside your little blue car. Javy cleared his throat, swallowing down some of the nervousness he was suddenly feeling.  

“I’m glad you asked me if my dog just died.” 

Your eyes widened and you let out a loud, surprised laugh. Javy knew his grin was spread out across his whole face. “Well I’m glad that wasn’t the case. But I’m happy I did, too.” 

Javy gazed at you, taking in your radiant smile and the way your eyes sparkled under the harsh glare of the parking lot lights. It was shocking how his night had turned around, all because of you, and he somehow knew deep down that it was meant to be that way. 

A soft breeze rustled through the air. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He traced his finger down your cheek and you shivered. 

“I want to see you again,” he stated. Relief flooded him when you nodded immediately.  

“I’d like that.” 

You exchanged numbers, and once his phone was back in his pocket, your eyes locked. There was a heat in the air between you as you stared at each other, more intense than what it had been sitting in the booth in the bar. When Javy took a step forward, you didn’t step back. Instead, your small hands came up to rest on his chest. He took that as his silent permission and leaned down, pressing the gentlest of kisses against your lips. Electricity shot through him, just like he seemed to know it would. He thought he could kiss you all night and not get tired of it. Still, he didn’t linger, pulling away after only a moment. Your eyes fluttered open, and with a wink, Javy reached behind you and pulled open your car door.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” 

You smiled shyly at him, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth before you nodded. “Goodnight, Javy.” 

As he watched you drive away, he couldn’t help but think that there would be other missions, but he would never have the opportunity to meet you for the first time again. Somehow, it made it all worth it.

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Notes: Oh, Javy. I love you so much, you sweet underrated man. As always, feedback is appreciated 💚

Masterlist

[bangaveragewhitewine]

Wanna be with you everywhere

Surrounded by your earthly possessions, boxes upon boxes stacked and looming over you in your new home, you don’t know where to start. Steve reminds you that the most important thing is right in front of you (and has a box of his own for you to open). 

Word Count: 2.7k

Content / Warnings: This is fairly tame and sweet. Reader is overtired and overwhelmed, but other than that - total fluff. Moving in together, a brief sex mention, Steve being romantic and totally down bad for reader. Maybe a big question is on the cards, idk. 

Reader is referred to with one gendered honourific. (No spoilers…👀) I have tried to leave physical descriptions as neutral and inclusive as possible 🧡

If you are not 18+ please do press the back button

Author’s Note: Once again, soft Steve Harrington has invaded my brain. This is pretty short and sweet. Oh to feel safe and loved in his big beefy arms, amirite?

I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the love on Clean Slate & Pinch Me recently - it means a lot!!! Once again I had way too much fun on Canva... Let me know what you think / if you catch any typos!

Please do not do any AI fuckery with my work or repost on other sites.

Boxes. Heavy, full and labelled with a blocky scrawl. They are everywhere, stacked by the coffee table you had thrifted, the big squishy armchair for you to read in. You haven’t seen so many since your high school weekend job filling shelves and scanning groceries and wearing your customer service smile until your cheeks ached. 

The smell of fresh paint and cardboard combined with the dry feeling that the boxes left on your hands makes you want to peel your skin off. You look around the room with your hands pressing into the small of your back while you stack more tasks on your mental to-do list. The room was empty a few hours ago, a total blank canvas. 

The floor calls, grounding you.

With a sigh that pulls from the tips of your toes, you lie back against the cool wood and stretch your arms out by your sides. This is where the couch will go when it arrives. You close your eyes and feel the all-over ache from packing, carrying and lifting. Before the carrying and lifting was days of packing and organising.

That’s when it dawns on you - you still need to unpack them all.

Tears push themselves up and you feel your ugly-cry face break the dazed-but-happy expression you had been wearing all day. All you want is a hot shower and your comfy new bed. And -

“Hey.”

Steve.

Your dry hands cover your face, swiping your wet cheeks as your boyfriend closes the door - the door to your first apartment together - and navigates his way around the boxes to get to you. His presence cuts short your catastrophising.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asks, sounding almost panicked. “Do you hate it? I know the paint dried a little darker than we thought, but we can redo it. It’ll be okay.” Steve is quick to join you on the floor, lying on his side by you with one arm wrapped over your shaking body. “Babe…”

When you move your hands to look at Steve’s concerned face, you see that he looks as tired as you feel. Despite that, he’s still the most gorgeous person you have ever seen. His hair is crushed under a backwards baseball cap and there’s pizza sauce on his tshirt. His deodorant and aftershave has long worn off but you let him hold you, lying half on top of him on the floor, not ready or able to speak yet. Big hard-working hands sweep soothingly up and down your back. Steve’s good at that, letting you just cry it out, holding you steady and safe when you need to weep. He always seems to know what you need; a distraction or silence, gentle words or just the steady thud of his heart against your ear. 

Despite the sweat and dust, Steve presses kisses to your forehead as you slowly settle. The fact that he’s so handsome and nice to you makes you sob shakily one more time. 

“Just breathe, you’re okay.” 

Steve is calm, but you know that inside that he’s wracking his brains to get to the bottom of why the love of his life was crying in the middle of their brand new apartment while he was waving off the friends who had helped you move. Had he said something stupid, was the paint really that ugly… Steve didn’t let his mind even go near the idea that you might be second guessing moving in together.

When he sees you peering up at him, his heart beats double time like it always does when you look at him. His attention is back on you now, out of his own head. You can see the cogs turning in his head and feel worse for making him worry about you, feel insecure or like he was the reason for your tears. 

“Hi,” you whisper. “Sorry. Overwhelmed.” 

“Don’t say sorry, honey. It’s okay.” 

You rest your cheek on his chest again. His tshirt is stained wet from your tears now too but Steve doesn’t care.

You lie together on the floor, both aching and bone tired. From somewhere, you summon the energy to  squeeze Steve as tight as possible, needing him to know how much you adore him. He makes a small happy noise before returning the squish. 

“We’re here,” you murmur against his chest, before you free each other to lie side by side in the golden glow coming from the big un-curtained windows. 

“Here we are. Welcome home, baby,” Steve says, turning his head to look at you again. He covers your hand and stroked his thumb over your racing pulse. “What’s going on in that big juicy brain of yours, huh?” 

“Ew.” You laugh, wincing when your body reminds you that it has clocked out for the day, and meet Steve’s gaze. “All the boxes freaked me out. We still need to unpack everything, and the couch won’t fit if we don’t get some of them out of here -” Your voice shakes and catches and you make yourself take one slow deep breath. Steve squeezes you once, no rush. “I’m just so fucking tired, Stevie.” 

Steve gives you a little smile. “I bet. You’ve been running the show today, making sure everything is perfect.” Steve had been up before you, excited to get going, and had spent the day lugging boxes with Eddie, never letting you take the heavy ones. You had caught yourself staring at how his biceps bulged deliciously a couple of times - Steve had caught you too and made sure to come give you some kisses when his hands were free. And he had checked in with you, not wanting you to get too caught up in making everything perfect or taking on too much of the responsibility - you were just better organised than him. The brains to his brawn, though he knew you didn’t like when he thought like that.

He sits up, then stands, groaning like a man older than his twenty-odd years. He holds out his hands to help you up, and he puts his arms around you once you’re upright. 

“Everything’s where it needs to be. You and Nance had that list. Everything’s all colour coded.” You had both been armed with coloured markers and sticky notes to make sure the boxes were in the right rooms. “What’s the word? It’s meticulous, baby.” You can hear a smile in Steve’s low soft voice; he’s proud of himself for remembering and of you, for everything. It helps ease the tension bunched in your shoulders. 

He kisses your head with a fierce amount of love. “It doesn’t need to be perfect right away okay? We’re in this together and we’ll figure it out. All that matters is you and me, yeah? You and me in our first place together. S’already perfect for me.” 

Your heart hurts with how much love it holds for Steve Harrington. He’s right; all that matters is the two of you, boxes of bed sheets and belongings be damned. 

Steve starts a slow sway, his fingers tucked into the belt loops on the back of your old jeans as you settle your hands on the base of his neck. He hums a song you both loved, one that had come on the radio in a moment of pure fate when you started the short drive from his old place to your new one together. 

I want to be with you everywhere…

The smile Steve had graced upon you then was like pure gold and you turned the volume up loud, rolling down the windows as you sang together.

Now you feel his smile, wide and lovely, against your temple and peel back to look up at his face. “What’s the smile for, handsome?” 

“M’happy.” You see that boyish twinkle in his eyes, and when he smiles Steve looks so innocently happy, the little boy who had to grow up too quickly. You press up on your toes, ignoring the burn in your feet to lessen the gap between you. He is quick to meet you halfway and accepts the kiss you land on his smiling mouth. Steve’s joy is contagious and he is as generous sharing it with you as he is with his kisses. 

“I’m happy too, promise.” Foreheads pressed together, you close your eyes and let the calm feeling wash over you as Steve starts the sway again. You’re pressed together, head to toe.

“S’okay if you’re not. You don’t have to say you are if you feel shitty.” Steve’s voice tickles your cheek and he chases it with a kiss there. 

“I am. We’re going to be so happy here, Steve. I love this place.” You feel the truth of your words deep in your bones, beyond your aches and pains. “Love you.”

Your words make his heart zing. “Love you more,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his own as he kisses his way back to your lips. “M’happy with you wherever we are, I just want to be with you.” 

As you hold each other, swaying in the setting sunlight, you let the thought of unpacking shrink and enjoy the moment, calmness washing over you like a balm. Over the next few weeks and days you and Steve will place your things side by side, hang up pictures and clothes and fill the blank canvas. You’ll try the diner down the block for breakfast in the morning as a treat, and do your first grocery shop together. You have already promised each other that you’ll have sex in every room to christen the place (Steve’s idea, you loved it) and in a week or two you’ll invite your friends around for a party. You’ll make up the spare room for when the kids who aren’t kids anymore come to visit. There’s no rush, you have the rest of your lives to feather your nest together, find a bigger one when you’re ready.

You breathe him in, finding that scent that is simply Steve behind the fresh paint and sweat and the lingering smell of the pizza you shared with your best friends to say thank you for their help - the first party of many in your home together. 

Steve presses his love into you with his kisses and stroking hands, thinking of the only box that matters to him; a small ring-box housing soft gold and sparkling jewels that reminded him of you. It’s not in any of the cardboard towers, or the overnight bags with the basics for your first night and morning. The little green velvet box sits heavy in his back pocket, plucked from the Beemers glove compartment while he was waving Eddie and the girls off (all of them had whispered their good luck while they hugged Steve fiercely tight).

Seeing you in tears made him second guess his timing, but as he sways with you now he couldn’t be more sure that you’re the one he wants to marry. 

“Hey. Lemme take a picture of us,” he whispers, “The disposable still has a few shots left on it. Stay there.”

“Steve I look so gross,” you whine - but you have to admit it’s a sweet suggestion. His lips meet yours and he pecks the pout away. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says in a murmur against your lips. “We can show our grandkids someday. You’n me, young and cool in our first place together.” 

Steve’s heart beats double time at your grin and he makes your nose scrunch up when he dots kisses all over your face. “Wait there. The light is..” He kisses his own fingers with an over exaggerated ‘mwah’. 

He leaves you laughing as he dodges boxes on the way to quadruple check the ring and fetch the camera. 

You had both been snapping pictures all day, pictures that would end up in a photo album with little annotations of the date and who was in each shot; Steve & Robin hugging outside their apartment before hopping in the moving van, Eddie in an Iron Maiden tee with the sleeves cut off sticking his tongue out as he carried a box under one arm, you and Nancy deep in conversation on the sidewalk, you and Steve stealing a kiss in the empty kitchen (Nancy was stealthy with that one). There were three clicks left.

When Steve arrives back you’re poking through a box of books and thinking about how you’re going to stack them on the shelves (which will be dropped off tomorrow). Your smile when you see him lights up the room already glowing with the setting sun. You both think ‘how’d I ever get this lucky’ and find your way to each other, sharing another kiss before getting your picture taken. 

Steve stands in front of the windows, tucking you under his arm as you both make the most of the golden light illuminating your tired smiling faces. After the click, he rolls the film on. 

His heart beats hard and quick with anticipation, but he’s not nervous - he has never been so sure of a decision in his entire life. You are the one; his one.

Steve places the camera on the windowsill before taking your hands. “You’re the love of my life y’know?” 

You look up and nod, squeezing his hands. “Mhm. And you’re mine. I love you so much I could scream.” You mean it too, thinking about how you could open up the window right now and shout to the city that you love Steve Michael Harrington. 

He presses a single soft kiss to your forehead. “The best day of my life was the day you smiled at me in that little dive bar, baby. Ever since then, I knew I was a goner.” He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand. “I don’t ever want anyone else. Waking up next to you every day, and going to sleep with you every night... I feel like I’m dreamin’ sometimes. Like, how’d I get this lucky?” Steve squeezes your hands three times ‘I love you’. “You’re my love, my best friend.” 

Your face hurts from smiling, about to quip that you promise not to tell Robin or Eddie, but instead you see Steve lowering himself down onto the floorboards - dropped down on one knee. 

For a moment your mind goes blank until you see that little green velvet box, which he flicks open to show you the ring inside. 

Steve says your name so quietly as he gazes up at you, “Will you marry me?” 

All capacity for speech evades you. Your focus is all on Steve, barely comprehending the gorgeous ring winking at you in his hands. Every cell of your body is screaming S T E V E. You manage to nod as more tears press and push up and spill down your cheeks. 

You let him take your hand to slide the ring on. A perfect fit. If you could think straight you would remember one of your favourite rings going missing for a week a while back - the culprit kneeling in front of you.

You pull him up this time, crushing your body to his as you babble ‘yes!’ a thousand times, even as he kisses you with his own wet cheeks pressing to yours. 

Everything feels soft around the edges, luminous and dreamlike, as you see Steve and his smile and his love for you in bright high definition. You take his face in your hands - the left one ever so slightly heavier now - and you bring your faces together. 

“Hi Future Mrs Harrington,” he whispers, each syllable filled with an almost-giggly bubbling joy. 

“Hi Mr Harrington,” you whisper back, feeling his hands squeezing your hips. You kiss him again, smiling too much to make it last pass a few slow romantic pecks and you’re just holding each other, glowing. 

In that moment everything is perfect, your previous sense of total overwhelm replaced by utter joy. Tired and still a little sweaty, dust on your jeans and your hair coming undone, you’re still the most beautiful creature Steve Harrington has ever laid eyes on - even more so now with the promise on your hand. 

Steve reaches out to take up the camera again. “Still got two more. Engagement pic for the grandkids?” he asks, and you practically squeal with delight when you realise he had it all planned. 

As he angles the camera in front of you both, hoping the light is still okay and that he’s not chopping off his own head, you hold your ring up to make sure it’s in frame. That picture, and the next one of you two sharing a kiss with diamonds glimmering in the dipping sunlight, will take pride of place in that little album of the day you moved in together, the day Steve Harrington asked you to marry him. 

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[inosukebakugo]

Work Hard, Play Hard

Rengoku x Reader | cw: overstimulation, manhandling, dirty talk | 18+ | ~ 1.8k

Modern AU where Rengoku had a bad day at work but luckily he can take it out on you

Under the cut because I have literally no chill, enjoy!

The door to your apartment banged open and then slammed shut. From the texts you’d gotten through the day, you knew that your beloved had a rough one. Standing from where you’d been curled on the couch, you rounded the corner to see a blond head of hair wrestling to get his left shoe off. He tossed it in the general direction of the shoe rack before standing up straight with a huff. His shirt was half untucked already and his tie was loose. It was unusual to see your man in such a state but not unheard of. Sauntering up, you run your hands across his broad chest and pull his tie loose. 

“What’s wrong Kyojuro?” you purred and pressed yourself against him, trying to leach out some of the tension.

“Stupid fucking admin decisions, that’s what,” he spoke through gritted teeth before doing his best to relax his jaw. 

“Tell me what you need, handsome,” you cooed, your fingers trailing down his chest and circling around one of the buttons on his dress shirt. “Don’t think about that stupid job, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Golden eyes bored into yours as he watched you nod. “Seems a little leading when the only thing you’re wearing is one of my shirts.”

“I just want to help you relax,” you feigned innocence as you looked up at the tall man, gently undoing the buttons on his wrinkled shirt as you spoke. “You could easily ask me for something else but I thought this was a pretty good guess.”

“You’re damn correct.”

The strong man easily lifted you into his arms and pulled you in for a searing kiss. He carried you into the living room and sat you on the back of the couch. With his tongue in your mouth and his hands sneaking up under the tshirt to find that you were in fact naked, you decided to spur him on further and let out a whimper. Bruising fingers dug into your hips, pulling a gasp from you and making the man in front of you pull you back in. He stole all of your oxygen as your hands went to undo his belt. Instead of letting you help, Rengoku slapped your hands away and knelt on the floor. One of your legs was slung over his shoulder as his fingers began rubbing your clit. He hadn’t even bothered to push the shirt off of you, too eager to taste you.

“Kyojuro,” you moaned his name as your hands twisted in his hair. “Please.”

“Keep begging like that and I’m going to wreck you,” his voice was serious before his tongue was otherwise occupied.

His warm tongue began lapping at your entrance and clit. Every so often he would suck the sensitive nerves into his mouth and before long, one of his thick fingers began pressing at your hole. He kept it there, a mean tease and a threat all at once. Your whines grew more pathetic and he chuckled against the sensitive skin of your thigh. Teeth nipped at you as his finger plunged in. He stood again and made sure to hold you steady as he toyed with you. A second finger began to stretch you out and Rengoku’s lips and teeth assaulted your neck. Desperately, your nails clawed at his back as he fingered you open. His gentleness was slowly breaking away as his dick hardened. It wasn’t long before he had you coming and cruelly pulled his hand back to leave you clenching around nothing.

“Kyo,” you panted desperately. “Please, I’m not done.”

“Neither am I,” he flipped you over so you were bent over the back of the couch. “And I won’t be until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Then wreck me,” you challenged, saying anything to get him to give you what you wanted. 

He was thick and it felt like heaven as Kyojuro filled you. The stretch made your eyes roll back in your head, your hand touching your stomach just to see if you could feel him from the outside too. When you tried to reach further down to play with yourself, Rengoku shoved your hand away with a growl and slowly pulled out. He pushed back in and kept fucking you at a punishingly slow pace. You were nearly crying, begging him to fuck you as he kept you where he wanted you. His fat cock finally sat inside you again and you tried to push back, to get even more, when you heard him chuckle.

“This is your very last warning sweetheart,” his words were strained as he whispered them in your ear. “Last chance to take it back.”

“Make me into your cocksleeve, fuck me against the window, I don’t care,” you pleaded with him. “Please Kyojuro, I need you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“A personal sex toy does sound pretty good,” he purred in your ear.

Without warning, the blond began moving at a decent pace. It wasn’t enough and he knew it but Kyojuro wanted to see how far he could push you. Bent over the couch and unable to get much leverage, you were at his mercy. One of his strong hands pushed your leg up until your knee was on top of the couch too and the new angle made you gasp. A wicked smile stretched across Kyojuro’s face as he repositioned his hands. Digging into the plush skin of your thigh and hip, he begins truly fucking you.

“Fuck yes,” the words come out stuttered from how the strong man behind you is moving. His hips slapped against yours and the sound echoed through your living room. “You’re so deep Kyo.”

“Tell me how good it feels,” he orders you, a sharp slap across one of your ass cheeks accompanying it. 

“Your cock feels amazing,” you moan obediently, rewarded with a matching swat to your other cheek. “No one can fuck me like you do, Kyojuro.”

“Damn right,” he growled and reached around you to thumb your clit again. “Are you going to come all over my dick like a good girl?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands desperately gripping onto the couch cushions. “Yes, please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

“Since you said please.”

Between his fingers and the force of his thrusts, you were putty in his hands. He shoved himself as far in as he could and let you orgasm completely full. Your back arched almost painfully against Kyojuro’s chest as you came, his name on your lips. Before you could clear the black dots swimming in your vision, the blond captured your mouth with his. A smirk grew on his lips when he felt the leg you still had on the ground begin to shake. Still inside you, he pulled your knee off the couch so you could stand on both legs.

“Getting tired already?” he teased. “Get on the couch.”

You did as he ordered and watched in anticipation as he rounded the side of the sofa. Pushing you to sit in the corner, he pinned you down with his arms and laid down to eat you out for the second time. His fingers were rougher and more insistent but it wasn’t unwelcome. A third orgasm was building quickly from your lover’s skilled fingers. He knew what you liked and used it as a weapon against you in the best way. Before long, you were trying not to squeeze his head between your thighs as he made you come again.  Leaning up to kiss you, his face was sticky and your hands greedily went to his dick. He let you stroke it back to full mast before threading his fingers into your hair.

“Open,” he tapped at your lips with the head of his cock.

He didn’t even really have to say it. Eagerly, you opened your mouth and took in as much as you could. Hearing his small sounds of enjoyment only started making you wet again and as soon as Kyo felt like he had enough of your saliva, he pulled back. He knelt on the floor again before pulling you half off the couch. With his hands supporting your ass and your legs over both his shoulders, he pressed into you again. Another wicked grin stretched across his face as he watched you moan from just the tip of him. Reaching up to touch your own nipples, you lock eyes with your lover before he slams you down to the base of him.

“Holy fuck!” your moans are slowly growing into yelling. “Oh my god, yes Kyo!”

“Such a good whore for me,” he was panting as he hammered into you. “Taking everything I give you.” 

“More,” Even half numb and three orgasms in, you still found the strength to ask him for more.

“Ha!” he laughed as he watched your eyes roll back in your head again. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him as he kept slamming into you through your own orgasm. Nearly boneless, he was still fucking you ruthlessly. As your moans turned incoherent, he slowed and pulled out of you. Your weak whine was met with another chuckle from the blond. “I’m still not done with you yet.”

Strong hands pulled you down onto the floor with him and you pulled a throw pillow along with you. Shoving it under your cheek, you lifted your ass into the air and looked back at Kyojuro. You barely had time to wave your ass at him before he was on you again. It wasn’t hard to tell that this was his favourite way to have you and he wasted no time in stuffing his cock back into your used hole. The force of his thrusts knocked the air from your lungs and moved the two of you up the carpet. It burned your palms and knees but at least the pillow saved your face. Pain mixed with the feeling of Kyojuro chasing his own orgasm and you couldn’t help but weakly come below him again. With a cruel laugh, Kyojuro’s pace slowed as he reached for something. 

“You’re not done yet,” he tutted before you heard the buzz of what he’d turned on.

“You’re trying to get me to-ahhhhh oh my god,” your thought was cut off by the vibrator he pressed against your clit. “Holy fucking shit Kyo.”

“I’m not stopping until I get one more from you,” he grunted as he picked up the pace again.

It took Kyojuro all of five more minutes until he had you spasming on the floor, your mouth open but no sound coming out. For a moment it was like you couldn’t even see. The blond kept fucking into you but he let the vibrator go, slamming into you and chasing his own high. A few minutes later and he pulled out of you completely. Before he could even say it, you were waiting for him with your mouth open and you easily swallowed his cum. Sitting back, the man looked around the living room and chuckled to himself. You two had certainly made a mess.

[itsmebytch001]

can i request the morales family with a toddler reader who has a bad habit of running off or disappearing, and also do you think aaron would have those baby leash things? its like a backpack with a stretchy thing attached to keep the child from running off?

You developed the habit of going on walk about at 6, the first time it happened you two where going clothes shopping, when he turned around with a pile of things for you to try on, you were gone.

you were gone

YOU WERE GONE

Holding a hand full of clothing he began to walk up and down every isle yelling for you, drawing the attention of the shop employees and sourouding shoppers. One lady approched him with a name tag, Sammy.

Sammy: "Excuse me Sir, is everything okay?"

Now, Aaron wasn't stupid, he knew if he a single Dad expressed that he had lost his daughter, they would under mine him as a parent, maybe even get child services involved, but he had now checked every single isle and you were no where.

Had someone taken you?

Where you lost?

Aaron: "No, no I've lost track of my daughter"

Sammy: "Okay, well what dose she look like? I'll send out a call for her"

Aaron: "Uh, well she's 6, but looks a bit older, a bit chubby, long black curly hair, uh wearing a purple sweater and black joggers"

Sammy: "And her name?"

Aaron: "Y/n"

Sammy: "okay" She leant into a tiny speaker on her tshirt.

Sammy: "Were looking for a missing 6 year old, wearing a purple sweater and black joggers"

Aaron was still looking over the isles while standing in front of Sammy, scanning again and again over the shop just to catch a glimpse.

Sammy: "We can take you to the front of the shop to do a call out if you like?"

Aaron: "Yeah Yeah" He wasn't really listning, just still looking over the store, Sammy began to lead him to the front of the shop where there was a small desk and a mic.

Sammy: "Once I press this button, anything you say will be blasted around the store, okay?"

Aaron: "Okay"

Sammy pressed the red button, and Aaron leaned over to the mic.

Aaron: " Y/n, Its me Papa, If your here I really need to come to the front of shop, where the plastic models are, okay? I'm not mad, just please come"

His voice echoed in the store, while across the area shoppers and employees where looking for you, and after about twenty minutes Aaron kept just pacing again and again at the front of the shop, until another shopper came to talk to them. "excuse me, but there's a little girl who's locked herself in a changing room and is refusing to come out"

And so Sammy escorted Aaron into the girls changing room, ignoring the strage look from other Mom's and young girls, and he understood why, he a grown man was standing in the Womens section of the changing rooms and trying to get a small girl out from one of the rooms. Aaron knocked on the door.

Aaron: "Baby Its me, can you please open the door?"

Y/n: "No."

Aaron: "Why not?"

Y/n: "Beacuse I like this dress"

Aaron: "Okay?"

Y/n: "And I know you won't let me buy it"

Aaron: "And why's that?"

Y/n: "Because Its $74 dollars"

Aaron: "Baby, that's way to much for just one dress"

Y/n: "NO! I Love this dress and I'm not leaving until you buy it"

Aaron: "Y/n...Open this damm door"

Y/n: "No"

Aaron: "Open the door"

Y/n: "NO"

Aaron began to giggle the door knob to no avail.

Aaron leaned over to Sammy.

Aaron: "Do you have a master key or something?"

Sammy: "Yeah, Ive sent someone after it"

He groaned as he giggled the door again.

Aaron: "Open this door right now Y/n or I'll give away ALL YOUR DOLLS"

Y/n: "NO!" You screamed back.

Aaron began to bang on the door with a closed fist again and again.

Aaron: "I will Y/n Don't play with me!"

Eventually after about a half hour of yelling back and fourth, finally another employee came with the master key, Aaron backed away from the door and watched as Sammy opened the door, you rushed out the room full speed, Aaron tried to catch you in that yellow dress but you slinked past him, sprinting down the hallway and towards the exit, it took Aaron to fully tackle you to the ground to stop you from running past the detectors.

It was due to this incident that you were forced to wear a child leash, or course miles gave you flac, while he was able to walk freely where ever he liked, while you were a dog.

Whenever you would make a run for it, your Dad would haul you back so quickly your whole body would jolt forward, but you found a way around it...The Micheal Jackson Lean...

You would lean so much forward that if it weren't for the leash you would fall forward, and if Aaron moved towards you, you would fall on your face, now of course Miles also found this funny, Aaron was paranoid that people would take this as abuse, get child services involved. But eventually, after about a year you finally stopped trying to run off, and you were free from the child leash.

[flowerandblood]

The Crime and Punishment (4)

[ modern! lawyer • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, age gap, smut, angst, domination kink, sexual tension ]

[ description: Aemond becomes a co-owner of one of the largest law firms in the area. He is invited to cooperate by one of the best lawyers he knows. While working in the evenings on further matters at his house, he meets his daughter, much younger than him, whose behavior gives him sleepless nights. Anon Request: Age gap, domination, lots of sexual tension and guilt. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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She'd never been as excited as she was the day that they were supposed to fuck in his office. The night before when they had talked, before she went back to her room to sleep he had let her sit on his lap, sitting in the armchair. They kissed and rubbed against each other. She almost just unzipped his fly and started riding him. However, she decided to respect his request.

The next day she showed up at their law firm late in the afternoon, surprising her father. She was wearing her favorite short, black, boat neck dress with a white collar. It was fastened from the front with nice, decorative buttons. She thought that it was perfect for what she wanted to do today.

"What are you doing here? Something happened?" He asked anxiously. She quickly shook her head.

"I promised Aemond that I'd help him write up the protocols of some of the recent interrogations." She said lightly, taking the backpack off her back and placing it on the chair. Her father raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"His assistant doesn't take care of it?" He asked uncertainly. She laughed at his words.

"She does, but she's too slow. And he needs it for tomorrow's trial." She spoke truthfully. He really needed these documents and said it would be a good excuse for them to meet. Her father nodded understandingly.

"I see. I hope you get on with your work quickly. Call me if you need anything." He said and patted her head.

She nodded and walked past him, heading for Aemond's office. She went inside and closed the door behind her.

He sat behind his desk and looked at her intently, his face tense. She thought he looked incredibly handsome in the tight, black Tshirt he was wearing.

"Good afternoon." She said softly as she sat down at the other desk and opened the laptop. She looked around and thought that Hannah was indeed quite a mess. There was nothing to find on her desktop, folders scattered chaotically and senselessly.

"Where are the records I have to listen to?" She asked, looking at him uncertainly.

He sighed heavily, getting up from his seat and walking over to her. He stood behind her and bent down, taking the mouse from her hand. She shivered as she felt the touch of his hand, his hot breath on her neck.

He fumbled through various folders, cursing under his breath at the mess his assistant had on the computer. He finally found what he was looking for, marked her with nine files, each at least half an hour long.

"I have to write down all these recordings?" She asked terrified, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked down at her with an impassive expression on his face.

"Yes. I need it by tomorrow. Hannah only managed half of what I asked her to do during her working hours." He said low, frustrated and unhappy. She blinked and nodded her head.

"Okay, I'm getting to work." She said, sighing softly, plugging her headphones into her computer. She could feel him staring at her thoughtfully for a moment longer.

She felt a pleasant shiver run through her as he leaned over her suddenly and brushed his lips against her neck. She didn't have time to say or do anything, because he got back up and headed for his desk, sitting down behind it and going back to his paperwork. She put on the headphones, sighing softly, and played the first recording.

Several hours had passed, and she still had three recordings to write down. She was already tired and sleepy, the witness was babbling terribly and she had to go back several times to listen well to what he was saying. She couldn't afford to make a mistake when Aemond would later rely on those records in court.

She rubbed her eyes, replaying one of the excerpts, and opened the text file window jotting down what she heard. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Aemond get up from his desk. She took one earphone out of her ear, seeing that he was looking at her expectantly.

"Do you have much left?" He asked low. She glanced at her watch. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. She sighed heavily.

"Three more recordings." She said resigned. "This man is babbling horribly. I'm not surprised Hannah was taking it so slow." She said, wanting to defend her a little in his eyes.

Aemond pursed his lips and sighed.

"Go home and rest. I'll finish it." He said gently. She blinked and furrowed her brow.

"That wasn't the deal." She said calmly, looking at him intensely. He rolled his eye at her words.

"Don't be childish." He said, putting aside some papers and folders. She put the earphone back on and went back to typing on the computer, ignoring him.

She heard him say something else to her, but she didn't know what. He ran a hand over his face, not knowing what to do with her. He finally approached her impatiently and took the earphone from her ear.

"I am talking to you." He said angry. "Take your backpack and go home. Do you want me to order you an Uber?" He asked, but she didn't answer, trying to pull the earphone from him which he had taken from her hand.

"You're interrupting my work." She said indifferently. He squeezed her wrist firmly, leaned over her, and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"Do not provoke me." He spoke coldly and low. She smiled involuntarily at his words.

"Or what?" She asked defiantly.

His lips pressed into a thin line. He tapped his tongue against his cheek, his expression changing as if he had an idea. A shudder went through her.

"Do you want to see what I'm capable of?" He asked quietly. She felt goosebumps rise on her arms. She swallowed hard, feeling the throbbing pressure between her thighs. There was no one else in the office except for them.

"Yes." She whispered.

He stared at her for a moment with black, blank eye. She squealed loudly as he suddenly grabbed her from her chair and lifted her, carrying her to the guest couch on the other side of his office. He laid her down on her, the cool leather covering almost burning her hot skin. She was breathing unevenly, excited.

He crouched astride her, undoing and pulling down his belt. She saw that with a few confident movements he made two loops out of it.

"Give me your hands." He said low. She blinked at him in surprise, her heart pounding wildly. He raised an eyebrow.

"Give me your hands or go home. Choose." He said in a voice that brooked no argument.

She pursed her lips and held out her hands to him. He smiled in satisfaction, tightening the loops around her tiny wrists.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, looking at her carefully. She shook her head, and he grunted in approval, taking her bound hands and placing them above her head.

"Turn onto your stomach." He said calmly.

She swallowed hard and did as he asked. It wasn't going according to her plan, but she was incredibly turned on. She thought that no men had ever affected her the way he did in her life. She felt him slip her shoes off her feet.

She sucked in a quick breath as he grabbed her hips and lifted them quickly with a firm motion, so that she had to bend over and stretch out, seeking support in her knees. Her bound hands lay in front of her, clenched on the fabric of the couch. She knew she was completely at his mercy.

She swallowed loudly as she felt his hand on her buttock. She knew that in this position he could see her panties perfectly and he was just enjoying the sight of them. His touch sent a pleasant shiver through her, her insides clenching around nothing.

"You've been driving me mad on purpose for months." He grunted low and slapped her hard on the butt with his open palm. She squealed softly and groaned, leaning forward a little, surprised and excited by the sensation. He began to rub his hand again to the place that was so pleasantly burning.

"I have to admit, it's hard to discourage you. But it's over now." He spoke calmly and darkly, his tone of voice sending shivers down her spine.

Her lips parted as she felt his hands slowly sliding down the thin fabric of her panties. She felt a chill against her bare, hot skin. She tightened her fingers on the fabric of the couch as she felt his thumb on her entrance, teasing her swollen clit once in a while.

"Have you been so wet all these hours?" He purred, his thumb rubbing her hot, throbbing skin in circular, measured motions. He gave her another loud slap on the ass when there was no response.

"I can not hear." He said menacingly, his hand tightening on the skin of her buttock. She sucked in a breath, breathing fast, writhing beneath him.

"Yes." She whispered helplessly and heard his soft chuckle. She mewled softly as she felt him lean over her, his tongue brushing over her wet, throbbing womanhood.

"So wet and desperate. You'll be begging me for mercy today." He purred and began teasing her with the tip of his tongue, licking her entrance and clit gently, moving it up and down, never giving her complete pleasure anywhere.

She moaned helplessly under him, her buttocks trying to push harder against his face, she felt her nipples harden all over. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, keeping her from finding fulfillment.

"Don't move or you won't be able to sit on your ass tomorrow." He said warningly, returning to earlier caresses after a moment, his tongue once in a while slid deep inside her, making her body bend, a long, sweet moan came out of her mouth.

"Feels good? Do you like it when I lick you like that?" He asked in awe, watching how easily he drew the reactions he wanted from her. She shivered at his question, panting softly.

"Yes, don't stop, keep licking me" She mumbled, and he happily went back to his previous activity, burying his face between her thighs, his tongue now even deeper than before.

Its rough, supple structure rubbed hard against its fleshy, hot walls, tightening around nothing. She moaned loudly as he began to lick the place where her most sensitive point was, driving her crazy.

"Yes, yes, please" She moaned loudly and clenched her hands helplessly as he pulled away from her suddenly, licking his lips in appreciation. He watched her thighs quiver with thirst, her juices running down her skin.

"What a mess. So much of you come out just by licking that tight pussy?" He asked in disbelief, undoing his fly. She flinched with pleasure at the sound, but he slapped her butt again.

"Stay still if you want to come today." He said low, pulling down his pants and boxers, pressing his throbbing, swollen cock against her wet entrance. He rubbed it in her juices until he was wet.

They both gasped loudly at the sensation. He heard her muffled groan as the tip of it teased her, pushing in and out a little. She sobbed under him, her thighs shaking.

"What's going on? My disobedient girl wants my cock inside her? Hmm?" He asked, rubbing her buttocks, entering her lightly and coming out at once, teasing her. When she didn't answer, he slapped her butt again.

She squealed loudly, her skin already red and burning. She swallowed in the humiliation of having to say the words, but she was too desperate to defy him.

"Yes, please, I need you" She mumbled pleadingly, breathing heavily. She heard his satisfied grunt at her words.

"So you can be good and obedient if you want to. Is it that hard?" He asked delighted, sliding her skin to the sides and entering her whole, pushing her fleshy structure to the limit.

They both moaned loudly at the sensation and immediately began to move, unable to control themselves. He wanted to torment her a little, but since last night he dreamed only about fucking her.

"No, please, I promise I'll be good already, I'll be so good to you" She moaned helplessly, her thighs opening in front of him invitingly.

He moaned low at her words and began to fuck her with all his strenght, thrusting in and out of her with a wet, loud, pervert slap. They both began to breathe heavily, her buttocks coming out to meet him, her hands clenching on the couch.

"Yes, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She moaned loudly and he groaned helplessly, his hands clenching her buttocks, accelerating, his balls hitting her skin, their shared juices running down their thighs.

"You're not so talkative now, huh? You don't have much to say with my cock deep in you." He hissed through clenched teeth, fucking her brutally, both of them feeling their fulfillment coming, he had never been in such a trance before.

All he could think about was how tight, hot and wet she was, how tight she was clinging on his cock, making him almost lose touch with reality. He felt her close to orgasm, her wet walls throbbing against him rhythmically.

He came out of her suddenly, rubbing against her again, and she moaned helplessly and sobbed, her thighs shaking all over, her hands clenched into fists.

"What happened? You almost came?" He purred, stroking her buttocks soothingly.

"Didn't I tell you that you'd be begging me for mercy?" He asked with satisfaction.

She swallowed hard, resting her cheek on the couch, glancing at him. She saw his gaze dark with lust, his parted lips, sweat trickling down his face, his sticky hair matted with effort. She thought she could still break him and get what she wanted.

"What do you want me to do, sir?" She asked in a trembling voice, smiling slightly. She saw his face froze at her question. He licked his lips involuntarily and shivered all over. His cock teased her entrance again, driving her crazy.

"Say that you will always obey me and do what I ask. That you will always be as good to me as you are now." He purred, stroking her buttock steadily. Her lips parted, her body trembling with desire.

"I will always obey you, sir." She whispered and moaned loudly as she felt him enter her again. He moved slowly inside her, teasing her throbbing and swollen walls.

"Keep talking." He gasped in delight.

"I will always do what you ask." She moaned helplessly, feeling him move faster and faster inside her. They both began to gasp with pleasure again, he finally allowed her buttocks to collide with his thrusts.

"I'll be good, so, so good to you" She moaned and with that sentence they began to fuck wildly, finally giving each other what they wanted, the wet, loud slaps of their bodies hitting each other reverberating around the room. His hand slid between her thighs, massaging her clit in circular motions. She moaned loudly, feeling their impending fulfillment.

"Please, I'll be so good, please, please, please!" She sobbed and felt a strong shiver run through her body, making the sound stick in her throat. She moaned almost painfully as a strong, sharp orgasm washed over her body in waves, giving her a pleasure she had never experienced before in her life.

"Fuck, yes, that's right, that's my good girl" He panted loudly and came hard inside her, his hot seed spilling all over her insides, filling her to the brim. They moved for a while, his cock thrusted into her involuntarily, not wanting to interrupt this wonderful pleasure.

"Fuck, that was good. It was so damn good." He gasped, sliding out of her finally, his cum running down her thigh. He leaned over her, finally releasing her wrists from his belt. He took them in his hands and started rubbing them.

"Everything's all right?" He asked in a whisper, leaning over her ear. She lay under him with her eyes closed, breathing raggedly, her lips slightly parted.

"I've never felt better."

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[oftenwantedafton]

Moody and Gray - William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 5

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content

Also available on AO3

William Afton is standing on your balcony with a cigarette, the sliding door partially cracked to conserve heat. You’ve got his wool coat in your lap, the ripped pocket pulled inside out so you can mend it.

“I’m surprised you know how to sew.” He takes a drag, watching you work. He doesn’t seem to even mind being outdoors without the coat. You think about his air conditioned office and the way heat radiates off of him.

“My mom made me take lessons when I was a kid. I messed up laying out the pattern pieces for the pockets so I ended up having none. Not my finest moment. But I can manage the basics.”

The end of the cigarette flares. A cloud of smoke surrounds his face. You’re know you’re going to taste that when he kisses you goodnight.

You hope he doesn’t know you’re stalling. The truth is, you don’t really want him to leave. You’ve accidentally stabbed yourself with the needle three times doing this task for him just to keep him around a bit longer.

You knot the thread a few times and sever the end with your teeth, tucking the nylon lining back into place. “Alright, Gray. Finished.”

Your employer exhales and grinds the remains of the cigarette into the pot of dirt you’d used for flowers last summer, stepping back inside and tugging the slider closed. It’s a relief to be freed from the draft. You’re only wearing an oversized tshirt and panties.

“Thank you.” He folds the coat over the end of the couch and sits next to you.

“Fuck, you’re freezing. It’s like cuddling with an ice cube. Will!” You protest when his chilled hands slide underneath your shirt and along your spine, squirming to get away, letting him pull you closer.

You comb your hair through his errant tresses. “You’re such a pretty bastard.”

“Thank you, I think.”

“It’s a compliment.” You smirk. “Don’t let it go to your head. You’re arrogant enough as it is.”

“You’re certain you like me, right? You don’t have me confused with someone else?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You kiss him. “I like William,” another kiss, “fucking,” still another, “Afton.”

“Hmmm. Yes, that’s me.” He releases you, raising one arm to glance at the time on his wristwatch and frowns. “I need to get going.”

“Okay.” You try to make it sound light. You should not be this attached this early. You should not be attached at all. It’s just a fling. He’s married. It’s not like anything could ever come from this.

“Let’s do dinner another night, yes? I mean share a real, actual meal,” he adds.

You nod. That sounded promising, anyway.

“Alright, Moody. Walk me to the door.”

You watch him slide the dress coat back on as you lead him to the front door. He doesn’t bother fastening the buttons. The apartment is small. It’s only a few steps to the exit.

“I had a lot of fun,” you say.

“It wasn’t unpleasant.” You stare at him open mouthed and his lips twitch.

“You’re a jerk.” You swat his arm playfully and the gesture becomes something lingering as your hand clutches his lapel. You look up at him through your lashes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. On time.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You tug slightly on his coat, expecting him to kiss you at any moment.

“Don’t make me chase you again, Moody.”

You sigh. So back to this again. This need to assert dominance. You suppose you’ll allow it, seeing as how he’d been on his knees for you quite a bit this evening. It was only fair. “Please kiss me goodnight, Mr. Afton.”

“So polite.”

“I can have manners when I—”

His mouth covers yours, swallowing the rest of the sentence you’re about to utter. He does taste like ash. You release his lapels and slide your arms inside of the coat, wrapping them around his waist and hugging him. You’re surprised when he hugs you back.

“Goodnight.” He presses his lips into your hair.

One step out the door, he turns to look back at you. “Don’t forget to set your alarm. No excuses.”

You aim for his shoulder and he blocks the maneuver easily, pulling you in for another kiss. And another. And still another.

So maybe it’s not easy for him to depart, either.

***

As bad as the weekdays are, the weekends at Freddy’s are a million times worse.

The place is an absolute madhouse. You’ve no sooner taken one table’s order than another family crowds through the doors. There’s always a slew of mishaps. The kitchen put the wrong toppings on the pizza or they’ve double booked a reservation for a birthday event or one of the arcade machines is busted or the claw machine jams and they’re demanding a refund. Even if they’re things that aren’t your specific department, you’re still forced to address them. After all, you’re front end. The face of the business and all that.

You’d think the time would fly by being so busy, but it still seems to drag. You finally decide mid afternoon to duck outside for an imaginary cigarette break.

You haven’t seen William much today. A brief glance over the sea of faces, once from the office, and once in the back when you’d had to go to the kitchen to find out why the order was messed up.

You slide into your jacket and push the door leading to the rear of the restaurant open, trying to brace yourself for the cold air that you know will strike as soon as you exit.

William’s outside, his back to you.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding. You should have come and got me, Will….” Your voice trails off as you realize he isn’t alone. There’s a woman on the other side of him, mostly blocked by the dress coat and your boss’ tall frame, but you can hear the voice, soft and breathy and lilting.

It’s the new hostess.

You’ve forgotten her name already. Miranda or Marissa or something similar. You didn’t really care to learn it. That position in particular tended to be a revolving door. A college student, you think she’d mentioned. You weren’t really paying attention. You doubt she’ll last more than a month.

William turns to face you. “Hi. How are you?” Just like that. As if you are just another employee, and not the woman he’d eaten out in the shower and fucked in your bed without pausing long enough to towel dry off in between the previous evening.

“Hi!” the other girl says, too bright and cheerful, like she’s still on the clock greeting patrons and ushering them to their tables. “I didn’t know you smoked, I’ve never seen you out here.”

“I don’t,” you grit through your teeth.

“Oh.” She frowns over that before her mind flits on to the next topic. “Mr. Afton, can I borrow your lighter?”

He withdraws it from his coat pocket—the one you’d fixed for him—and hands it to her. She struggles with it, the flame refusing to light until he assists her. She smiles in gratitude before taking a drag. Her nails are immaculate, like she’s just gotten them done at the salon. Everything about her is fair: light skin, light eyes, light hair. She looks so tiny beside him. So delicate. The fur lined parka—you’re willing to bet it’s real and not synthetic— hugs every curve. You think that jacket must feel like being wrapped in a cloud, so fluffy compared to your own pathetic threadbare specimen. Leggings tucked into black high heel suede boots that are strictly for fashion and have no practical use in winter. She looks like a model who’s walked straight off the runway or been pulled from the pages of a fashion magazine. Your work clothes are stained with grease and tomato sauce and ice cream and you can feel your hair falling in disorganized wisps around your cheeks, loosened over the course of the work day. You suddenly feel very, very inadequate.

You feel the weight of the owner’s stare but you choose to ignore it, glaring daggers at your oblivious coworker. You debate about just going back inside, but you’re too proud to slink away.

The new hire continues to talk to the older man beside her, prattling about how fun the day has been so far and how charming the children are, drawing your boss’ attention away. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, pink and pretty. The cigarette is stained dark fuschia from her lipstick. You keep telling yourself you are not going to be jealous of some vapid, ass kissing, privileged college girl. Her sleeve brushes his. They’re standing entirely too close. There are moments when she clutches her bottom lip with her teeth or looks up at him through her lashes and she even touches his arm after he makes a comment and she laughs, a pleasant tinkling sound that grates on your nerves and you see red.

The minutes drag and her cigarette is finally, finally done. “I’ll see you back inside,” she says, smiling at you on her way through the door. She doesn’t even walk normally. She’s got a floaty, gliding sway that demands attention.

You decide at that moment you’re going to return indoors as well, reaching for the handle.

“Moody, wait.”

“No, I think I’m good. Break over. Wouldn’t want to steal from the company and all that.”

William’s hand closes over yours. “Look at me.”

“Nope.” You shove the door open. “Need to get back to work.”

Your employer follows, his hand closing on your arm as he drags you inside the nearby custodial closet, flicking on the light switch with his free hand. The smell of disinfectant is heavy in the air, even more choking when he shuts the door behind him.

“What the fuck?” You shrug his hand off your arm. He’s blocking the exit. “Let me out of here. This place is gross. I don’t think that mop has ever even heard of clean water, let alone seen it.” You point to the bucket of murky liquid in the corner.

“Not until you talk to me.”

“About what? You just had fifteen minutes to talk to me and you spent them with that googly eyed bimbo instead of me.”

“You don’t have any reason to be jealous.”

“I am not jealous. Come on, move out of the way.”

He leans back against the door. “No.”

“Seriously?”

“What did you want me to do? I was trying to be polite.”

“Bullshit. She was putting the moves on you and you were liking it. You barely even acknowledged I was there, too busy flirting—”

“—I was most certainly not flirting. What, did you expect me to just start making out with you?”

“It would have been preferable, yes.”

“So I should have just grabbed you then. Like this, maybe?” He tucks his hands in your pants pockets and tugs you against him.

“Yeah, that would have been a good place to start.”

“And then what? Just started kissing you?” His mouth covers yours. You struggle against him briefly, still pissed, but your body is already relaxing against him, your lips melting soft and warm. “What else did you want me to do to you?” He kisses you again. “I will bend you over my desk and fuck you right now, if that’s what you want.”

“Um…” God damn it. How were you supposed to turn that offer down? “Yes, I do. But I’m still pissed at you.”

“Rest assured you are the only person I want.”

“She’s gorgeous,” you admit grudgingly.

“She’s not you.” Something in the way he says you makes your heart stutter. He really does like you, you realize. Beyond just the sex aspect. Speaking of which…

You give him a headstart before you ascend the steel staircase at the edge of the dining room. It’s so obnoxiously loud today.

You close the office door and lock it. The blinds are shut. William’s hung his coat back on the rack tucked into the corner. You’d forgotten how cold it is in this room, the air making the hair on your bare arms rise when you shrug out of your coat, tossing it onto the office chair.

William guides you over to the edge of the desk. He unknots your apron and it falls to the floor, the weight of the order pad making it fall swiftly, then unfastens your pants and jerks them down off your hips. His breathing is going ragged, his eyes going dark.

You kiss him and your mouth worries his bottom lip. “Fuck me,” you urge, sliding a hand over the erection pushing against his trousers.

You’re shoved down onto the desk, facing the locked door. You hear his zipper parting. One hand grips your waist near the hip. The other aims his cock against your entrance.

“Fuck,” he groans as he eases inside you. You’re embarrassingly soaked. Maybe there’s something to this angry fucking after all. You push back against him, making sure he’s completely buried. The angle hits you so good. He pulls back and thrusts in again and you moan softly. You don’t know how much sound travels from this room. Given the noise downstairs you could probably get quite loud and no one would be the wiser. But you think it’s still best to err on the side of caution.

A light slap on one ass cheek. You huff another moan. He begins picking up the pace. Your bodies collide wetly together.

“Is this what you wanted? My big cock stretching that tight little pussy of yours?”

Oh God. That British accent, combined with the dirty talk…

“Well? Is it?” He presses, his hips driving him forward again.

“Yes,” you gasp. “You feel so good…”

Another slap, a little firmer this time. “That’s it. You take my cock so well.”

Your fingers curl over the edge of the desk blotter. You see some neat cursive writing filling one of the squares of the calendar. An afternoon dentist appointment for someone named Evan. One of his children, maybe.

He slams into you and your eyes lose focus. One hand snakes around your waist and his middle finger begins stroking your clit. You whimper and he pulls you back upright, continuing to fuck into you while caressing your bundle of nerve endings. You know you’re getting louder and you can’t stifle it, alternating between moans and desperate gasps for air.

“Come on, Moody.” He’s got you close and he knows it. The pressure on your arousal saturated clit is just right. You come undone against his hand and over his cock. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You shiver and it’s not just from the cool temperature in the office.

He guides you back down to rest the upper half of your body on the desk, bending to kiss the center of your spine. “I’m going to fill you up so good, love,” he whispers against your skin. You shiver again. He sits his hand in the space where your neck joins your shoulder and pulls. He’s as deep as he can go, hitting your cervix, your post orgasm walls still spasming around him as he cums, spraying a flood of hot seed, the fingers still clutching onto you digging deeper for a few moments before he relaxes his grip and he sighs heavily.

“Hang on, let me get…I think there’s napkins…” He’s still recovering, panting in between words. You hear a drawer slide open. He pulls out and immediately begins wiping you off. Christ he’d filled you full. You can feel a steady stream spilling back out of you. “Just to tide you over until you make it to the bathroom and…are you laughing?”

You can’t suppress it any longer. There’s just something so absurd about all of it. Getting pissed at him and then angrily fucking him and now he’s cleaning up after the load that he’s dumped inside of you with napkins that probably have the restaurant’s logo printed on them in this oddly tender gesture of aftercare.

You push yourself upright and turn to face him, still smiling. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, not really, it’s just…” You heave a shuddering sigh. “Oh, Will…” You gently comb back the pieces of hair that have become dislodged during your session.

“So you’re not upset with me anymore then?”

“I guess not.”

“Good.” He kisses you softly. “It’s good to see you smile. I like seeing you happy.” He clears his throat. “So, back to work then. After you go get cleaned up.”

“Yes, sir.” You bend to pick up your apron off the floor. Afton hands you your jacket, stealing another kiss before you leave his office.

***

Your feet are killing you.

You’re not sure if you’re going to make it to the shower. You might just flop in bed and call it a day, you think, trudging in from the parking lot to your apartment.

There’s a white rectangular box in front of your door. You sigh. Great. Someone delivered to the wrong address. You bend wearily to pick it up, freezing mid motion.

Your name is on the label.

You know that handwriting. An exact match for the sample you’d seen on William’s desk calendar.

“Someone dropped that off for you earlier.”

You look up to see one of your neighbors. Middle aged, kind of nosy. You’re not surprised she’d noticed. “Tall, dark, handsome. Looks like he comes from money.” She grins at you.

“What time did he come by?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Sometime late morning, maybe? Or right around noon.”

So before the mishap outside, then. You nod and insert your key in the lock.

You lay the box on the kitchen counter. There was a time when you would’ve been glad not to be scheduled to work until closing. As tired as you are, you kind of wish you could’ve stayed past close to spend a little extra time with William.

Your curiosity overwhelms you and you lift the lid of the box.

There’s a winter jacket inside.

Soft cream. A proper puffer coat, stuffed with warm filling. Hat, scarf, gloves also included, a shade darker, like oatmeal. A small card tucked into the pocket.

For my moody girl

—Gray

You give a little surprised laugh, the hand clutching the card covering your lips. Unbelievable.

Your first gift from William Afton.

[spnshortcake]

Smutttttt post! ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+ ⚠️

Request from my blurb follow party! Thanks @just-a-girl-who-wrytes for this request Can I request a smutty Deacon fic based on the prompts “your body was made for mine” and “you’re mine and I take care of what belongs to me.” ?! 😍 thank you! ❤️

a/n I don’t write smut often so I hope you enjoy!

Deacon and your relationship has always been great. From all the dates to everything you guys do in the bedroom. Tonight is one of those nights. Deacon just got off a long shift and a bad one at that. You have been worried watching the news hearing about the bomb that went off in the courthouse down town LA. Being a swats wife is got it’s ups and downs. But you wouldn’t change that for anything.

The lock on the door turned and opened as you see your husband come home and shut the door smiling at you. He has debris from the ash on his face and you run up to him. Kissing him. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’ve missed you” he smiles looking at you placing his hands on your butt carrying you to the couch. Laying you down gently.

“I’ve missed you more I have been watching the news.” You say pulling at his collar of his black tshirt pulling him down kissing him again. You always love having him touch you. His hands where rough but they always satisfied you.

“Yeah it was a rough shift but I’m just Thakful I get to see your beautiful face especially in my favorite red silky pajamas.” He smirks at you playing with your buttons on your pj shirt.

“But you like them more off though” you smirk up at him biting your lip. You have never been this brave in a relationship before with anyone else. But deacon just brings that out in you. Makes the marriage more fun.

“Oh baby you have no idea.” He takes his shirt off showing his beautiful muscled chest and you love watching his hands go all over your body.

He leans down and kisses you moving down your neck.

“Mmm that’s my favorite spot” you whisper already feeling a pool inbetween your thighs. He finds your ear and says “it’s not mine but I’ll get there” your body shivers at his comment. He always knows what to say to keep you wanting more. He stands up looking at your unbuckling his belt taking it off his pants and grabbing your hands putting them above your head and wrapping his belt around them restricting them from going anywhere. He looks down at you and starts slowly unbuttoning your top one by one. You wished he would just rip it off.

“Stop going so slow de.” You moan out trying to get your hands out from his belt. He chuckles.

“Babe you know they more you move the more slow I’ll go and you and I both know you need me in a certain spot.” You nod not even forming any words.

His hands make there way down your tummy and then your hips. Gliding your pj bottoms down your soft long legs that he loves so much he notices your wearing his favorite black lace panties that he got for y’all’s 3 year anniversary.

“Oh wow baby I’m gonna love taking these off.” He kisses your ankles and going up your thighs.

“God your body was made for mine, it just responds so well to everything I do” he licks his lips kissing your sweet spot and hears you moan he smirks looking up at you. “Im gonna take really good care of you tonight.”

He pushes your panties to the side and kisses your center.

“David stop teasing me , I just want you so bad” you moan out looking down at him.

He just knows where to go and what to do to make your body shake.

David is always such a sweet guy but in the bedroom it’s like his dark side awakens.

“Oh do you now. Where do you want me” his little smirk always kills you.

“David I need you inside of me right now don’t make me beg” you whine already feeling your body throb with need.

“Oh hey sweetheart I love hearing you beg for me.” He smirks as he pulls out his dick and puts it at your entrance.

“I love taking care of you baby.” He slams in without any warning and you moan out trying to get out the belt but it’s no use.

“De that feels so good!” You scream out as he goes at a erratic speed and putting his hands on both your hips holding you there making you take every single inch.

“Oh god baby you just mold to me such a good little girl” he starts rubbing your clit as he keeps up his speed and you feel the feeling in your belly tightening.

“David IM GONNA CUM. Don’t stop” you screech put not even caring if the neighbors can hear you guys.

“Oh baby I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

When he says that it just the icing on the cake and makes you go over the edge and you cum so hard.

“Oh I love how you feel clenching me as you cum baby girl.” He keeps getting sloppier snd you can feel his cum shoot all inside of you. He slows down and puts his forehead on yours and takes the belt off your hands and smiles at you still inside of you.

“That made my night so much better.” You giggle and say “that always make me feel better”

“I love you so much y/n” he says pulling out and giving you his shirt and you pull it over your body. He lifts you up bridal style taking you to you guys bedroom.

“Round two I told you I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.” He uses his foot to shut the door behind y’all as he throws you on the bed as you giggle.

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SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FORVER TO GET OUT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! I don’t write smut to often so sorry if it is not good! But I just see deacon doing all this 😂 😉😝🫠🥵

Love,

Elizabeth

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

How's it going, fellow kids? Chapter 6 of If You Can't Stand the Heat is liiiive! (It's smutty)

Oh, a snippet? Sure!

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Cas’ door opened a crack as Dean walked as quickly as he could along the corridor without making any noise, and opened momentarily so that he could slip inside.

‘That was some bullshit today.’ Cas said gruffly as he closed the door behind Dean, immediately pulling him closer and kissing him roughly. Cas kept one hand on the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue seeking Dean’s, and his other hand moving straight for Dean’s belt and unbuckling it. ‘And you’re seriously going to make me wrestle with a belt after driving me fucking crazy?’ He kissed him hard again, a small moan escaping as Dean’s hand brushed against his erection in an effort to help Cas undo the belt buckle. ‘Couldn’t just wear track pants or pajama bottoms could you? Have to make things harder.’ 

‘You usually like it when I make things harder’ quipped Dean, wishing he was able to resist a joke when they weren’t exactly appropriate. Luckily, Cas laughed against his lips, making him weak at the knees.

‘Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to pretend to be mad at you.’ Cas said with a smile, his fingers moving onto the buttons on Dean’s jeans before yanking down the zipper and roughly pushing the jeans over Dean’s hips, allowing him to step out of the pooled denim before pulling Dean’s hips against his own and sliding his arms around Dean’s waist, kissing him deeply all the while. 

Dean slid his hands under Cas’ tshirt and pushed it upwards, breaking the kiss only to pull it over Cas’ head and then returning straight to his lips as he dropped the tshirt beside them. His own tshirt followed, and then he was lifting Cas by the ass as if he weighed no more than a bag of flour. Cas moaned and wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist, allowing himself to be carried over to the desk and placed upon it, as Dean thrust his hips into Cas, who pulled him closer with his legs.

‘What would you like to do to me, Dean?’ Asked Cas, panting and pressing his forehead to Dean’s as Dean rocked his pelvis against Cas, his erection brushing against Cas’ with each slow thrust. It was so good it was almost devastating. 

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You can read the whole thing over on AO3, if you're so inclined.