#back to the feeling bad thing. mghh its like

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˚. ALL OVER

⌇ matt sturniolo . smut

there was something about it. the rugged charm of it, maybe even the fact it was different — a new look on him persay. whatever it was, it piqued your interest.

it’s not just that you found it handsome, giving you some new eye candy. it’s the way it had you ravenous, barely able to stop yourself from jumping him the second he walked through the door.

“what's with the uh, the–” you motion towards his face before crossing your arms, dulling down just how much you liked it. “oh.” he chuckles, hand coming up to rub over his beard. “yeah, it’s kinda grown out a bit.” he sighs, as if it was a bad thing.

you hum, watching as he shrugs his coat off before walking over to a mirror. “i might go shave it.” he sighs.

there's nothing you can do to stop yourself, the word slipping out frantically. “no!” he turns, almost startled by your voice, raising an eyebrow at your reaction. “i mean, no.” you correct quietly, settling back down as casually as you can.

he gives you a questionable look, moving over to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “m’gonna get in the shower…” he trails off, unable to ignore the soft sigh that leaves your lips as his face touches yours — an almost sexual sigh that had him pausing for a second.

“are you—” he scoff, reading your face like a book as your eyes bore into his, giving away everything. “you’re into it, aren’t ya?”

the blush spreads across your face embarrassingly fast, causing your words to tangle up in your throat. “why’re you even—”

he cuts you off, plush lips pressing against your hard as his fingers come to dig into the skin of your cheeks. you should be thinking about how soft they are, the way they move against yours — or even the small groan that crawls out of his throat.

but all you can think about is that god forsaken beard. the stupid, mere facial hair that had gotten you embarrassingly worked up, and was all you could think about as it grazed your face every time his angle changed.

so much so, you find yourself moaning into his mouth, simply from the feeling up against your skin.

“god, you fuckin’ love it.” he scoffs, poking fun at you with a smirk of his face — only able to hide his own arousal by digging into yours. pushing you back against the wall, cornering you so you couldn’t escape the truth of it.

you can only whine back, head lolling back to hit the surface as his lips begin attacking your neck — harsh sucks and licks, all enveloped with the roughness of his beard. “you want it all over you, huh?”

“all over.” you breathe out, body becoming like jelly as you let the words slip out — giving into the feeling, allowing him to do so.

he scoffs yet again, and you can feel his cocky grin against your skin in the way his kisses, like he’s enjoying how incredibly pathetic this is for you more than anything.

“jus’ say it.” you whine out quietly, only loud enough to catch his ear as he shifts to the other side of your neck — hungrily pulling you closer by your waist. “say what?” he responds calmly, acting all coy in a way you hated.

“what you think of… fuck, of— mghh” you can’t get the words out as his lips suck hard, drawing out your moans as he buries himself in the crook of your neck — maliciously feeding into your little kink.

he hums, condescendingly, like hes answering the question without even speaking. but when you moan out a small ‘please’, weak and addictive in its nature — he can’t help himself.

“think you’re pathetic.” he breathes out against your skin, testing the waters as you let out a small whine. “and a slut for me, hm.” he adds, earring another sound from you.

“i just— fuuck.” his hand dips into your underwear, cutting off every train of thought youd had as his fingers pass over your clit — leaving you a puddle against him, completely at the mercy of his touch.

“also think youre jus’ as wet as i thought you’d be. all fuckin’ sticky jus’ cos of some facial hair.” he murmurs, barely able to hide the breathiness of his words — all giving away just how much this whole thing was turning him on.

the way youd gotten yourself so worked up over how he looked, that deep desire you had for him spreading in a way that was undeniably the most attractive thing hed ever seen.

“got yourself all worked up, hm.” he mumbles against your ear, no other response than your hips bucking forwards into his touch — desperate and messy. “bet you want m’face there.” he suggests, looking down at where his hand disappeared into your trousers.

“thinkin’ about the way it’d rub up against your thighs and your pretty pussy— all rough like you wan’ it, huh?”

you nod, although it might not be the answer you intended to give up so easily. but your lip is held between your teeth, body sweaty from the mere suggestion. and the idea is far too insatiable to ignore let alone reject.

as soon as he had you laid on the bed beneath him, it was all over for you. rough beard scratching along your skin as he dragged his lips down your body — making sure you felt it, despite the cruel teasing.

“tell me how it feels.” he murmurs against you, looking up at you with those teasing eyes — able to mock you and mask it with a pretty smirk. “g-good, so good.” you whimper, feeling his breath against your thigh.

“mm, jus’ good?” he teases, making an effort to press his face into the plush of your thigh — nipping at the skin as his fingers dig deep. “so— ahh.” you whine, arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

more of that feeling of his rough beard scratching across your skin — almost painful or uncomfortable, yet the most arousing sensation you’d ever felt.

and it’s oh so much better when his lips wrap around your swollen clit, tongue darting out to get a taste. and when’s hes nose deep, lapping you up as his beard scruffs against your sensitive pussy — giving you the perfect sensation despite his malicious teasing.

“oh, fuuck matt.” you moan out, threading your fingers into his hair in order to pull him closer, pushing him into your cunt — practically suffocating him. but he wasn’t one to complain, only sucking harder and messier, letting his mouth run loose against you whilst you used his face to get off.

his whole face, beard and all. your hips rutting up as you chased your orgasm, hanging onto the feeling of his rugged beard against you in order to reach your high — crashing down in waves, matt making sure his face was covered in nothing but you.

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notes. fuck proofreading.

[tadaxii-i]

CONTRIBUTING TO THE CROP TOP JAMES FEST because HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE HIMBOOOO

I wrote this microfic and it's really horny and kind of Reg centric because I can't help it but! It still fits the demand.

Happy Birthday - 1,550 words - Starchaser, Wolfstar, Background Marylily, Suggestive.

@croptopjames

Regulus had woken James up this morning.

Which was highly unusual, seeing as James usually rose before the sun and Regulus had to mourn his getting up every morning, reaching helplessly around his empty bed.

Today, though, Regulus kissed him awake just a mere minutes before his alarm clock rang.

"Mon coeur," Murmured Regulus against his cheek, the incessant presses of affection slowly but surely pulling James out of his slumber. "Mon amour, please wake up."

"Mghh…" Grumbled James, and the incoherence must have been funny to Regulus, because he chuckled quietly against his skin. Unwillingly, it made James smile too.

"Good morning." Smiled Regulus as he climbed above James, his head hanging like chandelier a few inches from James'. He didn't think he'd ever get used to waking up to the most beautiful sight in the whole world every single morning, with its unruly hair and returning freckles.

"Good morning." He hummed back, and Regulus pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, right where it was permanently indented from his glasses.

"Happy birthday, Jamie."

Oh yeah, it was his birthday. James liked seeing Regulus first on his birthdays - spring was returning, so his pale skin tended to brown up incredibly quickly, a myriad of freckles settling on his cheeks and shoulders. His ears took on that constant pink flush that warmed James' heart.

He must have been staring, because Regulus tilted his head to the side, his hair falling into his eyes, but still smiling. Regulus always smiled on his birthdays. James liked to joke that it was always his best gift, but he was actually always serious.

"Come on, you're falling back asleep, I can feel it." Exposed. "Get up, get up! You're only getting older from now on."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Protested James, pushing himself up on his elbows and sitting up against the pillows. Regulus scooted backwards on his knees to give him space, scrunching his nose when James brushed his sleep-puffy eyes. Regulus handed him his glasses, and suddenly the world was clearer.

"I've got a gift for you." He perked up, pushing himself off the bed to reach out into their closet. James had a premium view of the tall expanse of his legs in his shorts from here, so he was more than happy to wait for a bit.

"Why did you wake up so early? We don't have anything until this afternoon, you could have slept a little bit more." James reached out for Regulus' waist as he slid back atop the covers, a thin box clutched in his pretty hands. He leaned into his lover's touch, straddling James' legs and making himself comfortable - which was a wonderful idea, if you asked James - pushing the package against his chest.

Regulus avoided his question, instead opting for: "Open up."

James raised his brow at that, but Regulus only stuck out his tongue, so James thought it was nothing bad. He still tugged at Regulus' tongue with his teeth, though.

At a closer inspection, the box was a flat, burgundy thing with a small carving, that James recognised as a gift box he'd used for Regulus' Yule present a few years ago - probably recycling, then.

Inside, there was a small heap of fabric, meticulously folded into a neat square, of the same dark red that James knew Regulus liked on him. James unfolded it under Regulus' watchful eyes.

It was a crop top, with an inscription on it.

"Boytoy?" Scoffed James, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. "You're so rude to me! On my birthday!"

But Regulus only leaned forward, whispering against his lips.

"It's true, though."

And it was, yes. So.

Regulus kissed him, so James would do anything he asked of him. It was clockwork, at this point.

"Wear it today?" His baby murmured in between kisses, desperately fighting against the smile threatening to cut James' face in half.

"I thought it was my day." James' hand locked into Regulus' curls.

"It is. Don't act like you don't like it. I've seen your butchered band tees."

"They're not butchered!"

"Okay, 'Fleetwood' fan. No 'Mac' in sight."

"Bitch."

"Sure."

And Regulus' body against his was so very warm.

-

"PRONGS!" Sirius basically ripped his ears off as he jumped into his arms, and James caught him just before he smashed his head against the hardwood floors. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"Indoors voice, Pads." Reminded Remus, but Sirius ignored him to pepper James' face with sloppy kisses.

"Thank you, Padfoot!" James pressed Sirius against him, practically crushing his smaller frame into his arms. He knew it was the way Sirius liked hugs anyway.

James had definitely mellowed out after settling down with Regulus - his fiancé, thank you very much - but he was sometimes reminded of the way he used to be whenever he saw Sirius jumping around like an overexcited puppy. He envied the way Sirius hadn't changed a bit since high school.

Behind them, Remus and Regulus exchanged a nod and a smile, sighing at their mutual disasters. The both of them weren't much better, but they hid it better, the little shits.

James did a round of hugs and kisses for every guest, receiving 'happy birthday's and low whistles from those who dared look below his pectorals.

"Damn." Marlene slapped his ass on his way to greet Dorcas, her dimples digging into her cheeks. "You're out of control today!"

"It was Reggie's idea." He denounced, ignoring Regulus' dark stare.

"Of course it was." She winked, and he winked back.

The party wasn't really a surprise, because Sirius organised a surprise party every year at the same place, same time. James had stopped pretending to be surprised after a few years, but he still appreciated the sentiment.

Still, after so many years, everyone kept coming. There was not a birthday where someone was missing - Mary had gotten a gift for Evan, for fuck's sake! And they had nothing in common. They were their own little village, an ecosystem coexisting for more than seven years for some, and almost fifteen for the rest.

"Barty J!" James cried out, slamming his hand against Barty's and smashing their shoulders together.

"You look good!" Retorted Barty, those sly eyes wrinkling at the corners. One of the first conversations he'd had with Barty once he and Reg had started dating was some teasing, good intentioned sex advice - He and Regulus had almost been together once, actually - and a weird kind of shovel talk much too similar to Sirius'. knew he had a friend in him, whether or not anyone liked to admit it.

James let go of him and Regulus kissed both of his cheeks, smiling.

Then Evan, Pandora, and late comer Mary who - according to her words - had been snogging Lily in the bathroom, then Lily, who looked like she'd, in fact, been snogged in the bathroom.

And even as they all fell through their yearly routine of hugs, bad American movies and cake, Regulus' eyes were on him; on the expanse of skin on his stomach, on the lingering hands he grazed as he circulated, on the kiss he pressed there as he got settled on the couch with a drink in his hand.

-

James didn't even get to get a glimpse of the inside of their flat before Regulus pressed him against the entrance hall's wall.

In a matter of seconds, hungry lips were on his, and James could only reciprocate, sighing and breathing against the warm, warm, hot pressure. Hands in hair, hands on arms, hands on shoulder blades, hands on bare waists, and it might just as well been Regulus' birthday from he indulged himself. James thought he was no one to stop him, really.

"Baby," James sighed against his hair as Regulus began trailing down his throat. Regulus hummed against his throat, scraping his teeth against his Adam's apple. "Baby, please."

"What do you want?" Regulus caught his lips again - James felt like he was being stringed at the tune of Regulus' violin, something to be played with and discovered.

He didn't know what he wanted, truly. Nothing, everything, just for Regulus to touch him, for fuck's sake. It was never enough, never enough, and James wanted more more more too much.

Regulus dropped on his knees, a beautiful sight with bright blue eyes - Regulus said they were grey but he didn't believe him one second - and rosy red cheeks. He was a bit tipsy from the liquor, that peach delight Dorcas kept pouring into his glass all throughout the night and he just accepted. His lips trailed the crease of James' belly button, peering up through his lashes.

James' breath caught in his chest.

It was easy to predict that Regulus would bite. It still brought James to tears when he did, sinking his sharp canines into the flesh of his flanks, willing the blood to the surface in tiny pools. Regulus' fingers trailed where his tense muscles rippled in shock, looking every bit the blood-sucking demon James knew he was.

"I just want you, my love." James whispered, never ever willing the shame the shake in his voice if it meant Regulus would grin at him like that.

"Your wish is my command."

[s0lar-ch3ri]

okay hi waves im making a vers on here so the chat can read it (theres mentions of being sick ofc, animal death [its quick and about rats], and brief descriptions of kissing) I FINISHED IT LATE LAST NIGHT SO IF ITS WEIRD MAYBE THATS WHY ANYWAYS TAKE IT

Vyncent, or Virion, whatever name you’d like, he had no room to care right now, had lived on Prime for months. He might have even been here a year, hard to tell. Things get busy as an elf-boy superhero with your home world’s great heroes in your brain that give you use, who happens to have befriended a red head with so much energy and the power to kill the sun in a kick if he wanted, a white haired guy who had a book that could just make your worst of nightmares look tame and also sometimes a fairy, and a dead black-haired boy who couldn’t stop meeting the dead for some reason. Lots of stuff in Vyncent’s life.

So could someone explain to him that what was a common cold for anybody else here put Virion out of commission? Sure, he was more prone to getting sick, he’d face it like every other week, but at least then he could hide it! Sick wasn’t good back home. Sick was a death sentence, and this was why. When you can’t get up, you can’t run, you can’t fight. If healing magic didn’t fix you, it may work best to cut that loss yourself.

Unfortunately, Vyncent didn’t have healing magic, and trying to reach the Greats while you feel so uncomfortable and gross and, well, sick, you might rather eat rat poison. As such, he had to bug Will about it. He hasn’t even seen Will get a cough now that he’s thinking about it. Granted, he was dead and awesome, so maybe that had something to do with it.

“You’re not normally this hot, right? I have to make sure, again.” Will’s fingertips were slightly blackened, and the cold feeling on his forehead while nice almost made him jump. Right, dead boy cold. Cold dead boy. Cold hot dead boy- no, elf boy hot, dead boy cold. Yes, this made sense and was logical. Don’t question Vyncent, he’s normal and fine minus everything wrong with him.

“Mmm mmgh,” an excellent denial from Vyncent. He’s so good at this.

“Right, just…how long are you normally sick? Like, back home, does it get this bad? Do you guys even get sick there, or do you just, I dunno, shoot it better?”

He better not be mockin’ me.

He’s Will. He likes living, or whatever he is right now.

Right, the Greats. Not always Will’s biggest fans, but they weren’t going to come out while sick so rather than hear his voice insult his friend, he heard all their comments and thoughts insulting his friend. Bothering him, that’s what they’re “Great” at (he should leave the puns to the other guys).

“Mgh…” Great stuff Virion. Let’s see how William responds.

“Great stuff Vynce.” He puts a bowl on the table which seems to have a collection of ingredients that regular soup didn’t have.

“What’s-” He coughed a bit, cursed lungs. “What in that?”

“It’s a soup, just with stuff that you can actually eat. Like rats and stuff. I tried to put some medicine in it, just to see.”

“Where’d-” More coughs. “Where’d the rats come from?”

Will shudders. “I don’t think you want to know.”

Vyncent laughed a bit. He let his brain indulge itself, imagining what may have happened to get them. The image of him hunting the rats kept appearing in there. If his ears were a little more red, he’d blame being sick.

He just brought you soup, calm down lover boy.

Shut up, shut up shut up shut up.

[I think the kid’s embarrassed.]

Come on Stryder, pleaseeeeee.

Your pining is not hard to spot.

NOT YOU TOO ALPHONZ.

Vyncent turned over to his side, using the pillow to cover his ears as if that’ll work, groaning the whole time.

“You good man?”

“Yeah…’m jus’ feeling stupid…”

“Nobody feels too great when sick.”

“Mghh…”

“Can we try some soup? It should help, and you do have to eat.”

Vyncent had been so out of it, he forgot how long it had been since he ate. Maybe that’s why he felt so shit. Memory is dumb and should die forever. This is a logical conclusion. Vyncent was always a man of logic. You had to trust him.

He turned back over to Will, who happened to pull off the sickly look very well, attempting to push himself up so he could eat something. He could do things for himself, surely. Don’t ask him how well he’d do at them, because he wouldn’t lie and say he’d be great, cause that’s totally not lying. Totally.

I hope you can hear the sarcasm.

“No man, don’t- just sit back, it- it’s fine. You look deathly man, that’s coming from me.”

The emphasis was joking, making Vyncent giggle.

“Fine…”

“Save the energy.”

Like a baby, Vyncent was spoon fed soup, which the comparison he’d make would hurt more if he wasn’t just stuck on Will. His face was heating up, sure, but maybe it was less than the illness. Maybe it was more Will.

[He’s finally admitting it, good gods, took you long enough.]

Shhhhhhhhut it.

You’d think he’d have picked up on it by now, how bad you are.

Be ‘iet….

“Hm?”

“They're being loud…”

“Greats?”

“Mhm…they’re judging me.”

“About what? If they’re being dicks, uh- well, I couldn’t really fight Alphonz. Or Min. Or Ram. Or any of them- I’ll pretend like I can fight them!”

Vyncent laughs at this guy, this idiot he adores with all his heart, no matter how much of it will admit that. “Bout how pretty you are.”

Vyncent didn’t recall ever seeing Will blush, but this seemed, like, close to it. He starts nervously chuckling. “You really think that?”

“Mhm, ‘art of why I like you.”

He saw the cogs in Will’s brain malfunction and sputter. Did it make him lose it inside to have said that? Sure, but in the end, it’s Will. He’d hate to lose a friend right now, but he’s done worse and stuck around, and maybe in the end, Will could find someone who doesn’t get sick every other week.

“I- Uh- Vynce you feeling alright? Your forehead is really hot.” He starts nervously chuckling again. He did that a lot.

“Mhm, dead boy hot.”

Someone’s gained guts! Finally!

I actually have 0 idea what I’m doing and I don’t think I can back down now, so uh, thanks.

[Oh, yeah, no. You actually suck ass at this.]

Thanks asshole.

It is not a failure on your end. Your courting attempts seem to be affecting him well.

There was a detail in Will’s eyes. Just a glint of something. Was it hope, denial, something that was any more terrifying? Vyncent has little idea what’s happening at this point until they do. He’s going to hold onto that look though. He hopes it's something better than he could be. Just maybe something that gives him a sign.

“You- uh, you’re a hot elf boy, man, yeah.” He stumbled around his words, trying to not make eye contact. He sat on the sofa a bit awkwardly.

This is so stupid. I’m so stupid for this- the last sane thoughts of Vyncent as he moves- I’m so so terribly dumb for this. With a loss of any sanity and dignity he gets up and somewhat crawls over to William. He’s locked onto William’s eyes, and maybe his lips. Maybe this rotten dead man can be the medicine to cure him. His sickness feels a bit deeper than medical anyways.

“V-Vynce? W-Something up man?”

He cups Will’s face with a hand and rubs his thumb against his cheek. This is wrong, this is so so stupid and wrong and maybe Vyncent knows but also he has never felt this confidence and honestly? May as well use it to his advantage, the Fallen Ones know he would never get to do this again, not being this confident.

Vyncent had never kissed anybody. Kissing wasn’t exactly a Fauna thing, at least not what Vyncent learned, so this was new. It was a new sensation. On a regular level, this was just pushing his lips against another pair of lips. Emotionally, he was in a dream land. Things felt great. Will’s cold lips were a nice startlement, a shock turned to a calming cool throughout his body. They basically melted from the initial surprise into the kiss, Vyncent laying on top of Will as he light-headedly pulled back.

“...Woah.”

“‘Retty nice. You…your lips ‘aste ‘ice.” Vyncent had a love-strivenly stupid smile, and at this point, hiding from himself or Will was futile. It felt soft and comfortable in this moment, and knowing that even if he was weird inside, Will wasn’t going anywhere. He didn’t have to either, Virion could lay on this couch and he didn’t have to run. He didn’t have to hide. That was something to like. He snuggled into Will.

“Movie ‘ight?”

“I- sure man. Not the weirdest it could be.”

“I like this.”

“Love you too, Vynce.”

Love you too.

who up ghosting their sick knife

[fujouppy]

i wanna go to sleep so bad but my throat is sore as fuckk and its making me feel like shit