#gonna try having a nap and when i wake up im going INSANE

[ragingtwilight]

WHY AM I SO EEPY!!!!! WHY NOW!!! I HAVE ATTACKS TO MAKE!!!! REVENGES NEED TO BE DONE!!!! THIS IS CATASTROPHIC!!!!!!!

[giamee]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍!

... aka something super self indulgent because i'm going insane right now

༊*·˚ featuring ➻ the hsr men

༊*·˚ gia's notes ➻ this is probably gonna get posted way after exam season is over but here it is!!! my coping mechanism!!! i have 3 exams in 8 days im gonna explode bro. and before that i had a THREE HOUR STATISTICS EXAM 😀😀

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 MAKES SURE THAT YOU SLEEP COMFORTABLY.

you've been running yourself into the ground recently with revision- yes, it's important and you need to study to get good grades, as he is more than aware of due to your multiple stressed rants to him when he suggests that you take a break.

it doesn't bother him, not really. he knows that you're beyond stressed right now and don't mean to be so snappy. he just wants to make sure that you're still taking care of yourself despite everything.

he's in your dorm room, not really making much noise, scrolling through reals with his phone on mute, just present to keep an eye on you and get you to take a break whenever it's been a little too long since you've moved from your desk.

it's some time where it's debatable whether it's very late or very early- both of your sleep schedules are fucked- and there comes a little thunk from your desk that interrupts the otherwise silent room.

your boyfriend glances up, smiling in triumph as he sees that you've finally succumbed to the nap that he's been trying to convince you to take for the past... 36 hours? something like that.

and now that your body has finally given in to exhaustion, he springs to action.

you'd been studying for days, you'd done more than enough for your upcoming exam, and a solid few hours of uninterrupted sleep is exactly what you need right now.

he slips off of your bed, his movements quiet and calculated as he sidles up next to you. your glasses are smushed against your face, and he gingerly removes them as gracefully as he can. you stir a little as he does so, and he grimaces, waiting for you to settle again.

it looked like you would wake up if he carried you to your bed- looks like he'll have to improvise.

he snags the fuzzy blanket folded neatly at the foot of your bed, wrapping it around your sleeping form still sat at your desk as best as he can. he then takes one of your smaller pillows, coaxing it between you and the solid wood of your desk as best as he can before admiring his handiwork.

hopefully, you wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.

and finally, as a cherry on top, he places a kiss to your squished cheek and sits back down to let you take a well-deserved nap.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ BLADE, gallagher, BOOTHILL ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 IS YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHILE YOU'RE STRESSING.

you don't have to lift a single finger when he's around. luckily for you, his exams finished a lot earlier this term than yours did, leaving him ample time to help you as much as he is capable of.

and what an attentive boyfriend he is! amidst all the stress, you can't help but swoon for him all over again because of how attentive he's being towards you. he just wants you to help you study and not worry about anything else!

if you're hungry, he'll have a plate of food ready for you before the request has even left your mouth. your back or neck is aching due to being hunched over? his strong hands are rubbing circles into the muscle, making you sigh contentedly as the stiffness melts away.

he's honestly like an angel in your time of need.

you feel guilty about how one-sided this all is, but he merely smiles, giving you a quick kiss and assuring you that he understands and just wants you to do well. you almost cried because of how sweet he was being.

once these exams are over, you're definitely going to make it up to him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ GEPARD, jing yuan, sunday ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ACTS AS YOUR TEMPORARY STUDY PARTNER.

despite not doing your degree, he's clever, and he knows enough without googling to help you out when you revise.

he's an advocate for the "teach someone about a subject until they understand it as well as you do" and luckily for you, he's all ears... and even if he does get some things a little quicker than your fried brain can explain, he still bites his tongue and plays a little dumb to probe you further with questions to test your understanding.

it'll help in the exam.

you've decided that this is way better than being cramped in a booth in the library- you have the freedom to wave your arms around and pace the room, to fully illustrate your thoughts and knowledge as he flips through the colourful flashcards that you made, reading the answers on the back of each of them, grilling you on the questions like a tiger mum.

he'll be damned if you don't get an A.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ dan heng, DR RATIO, welt ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DEFUSES YOU WHENEVER YOU'RE GETTING TOO STRESSED.

in the days leading up to your exams, it was best to describe your stomach as a pit of nerves. it was honestly distracting you from revising, all the pent up anxiety that churned within you until you were on the verge of a meltdown.

and while you may be too stressed to realise all of this and do something about it, your boyfriend's watchful eye realises this.

and so he does what he does best- he makes you feel better.

he pulls your body to rest against his where he lies in your bed, his large hand drawing comforting circles up and down your spine- and after a few minutes he can feel you melt into him, your body finally releasing the pent up stress that it's been holding for too long.

"it's ok to take a break, honey."

you sigh into him, and he hugs you tighter.

"c'mon, let's go outside for a few minutes. it'll help you feel a lot better."

you shake your head.

"you wanna just stay here for a bit?"

he feels you nod against his chest.

"ok, then let's do that."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SAMPO, luocha, AVENTURINE ++ your faves!

IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?

the sweet and caring nature of the hsr men is also shown through them being your roommate <3

[princessbrunette]

I feel like if one of the twins is having a tantrum and jj is like so overwhelmed, would he call reader to calm them down or would he not? - 🤙🏼

before i dive into this i want to say i decided on the twins names. going off my own headcanon (i don’t wanna hear it) that jj stands for jesse james, im gonna say the twins have names taking inspiration from other figures too. jj’s little brother is called billy, named after another cowboy billy the kid (much like jesse james.) jj usually calls him bill for short, depending on his mood. jj’s little sister is called liv, or olivia — based on olivia newton john. her mother loved grease when it came out so it felt right. jj often nicknames her olive ‘cos it makes her laugh.

˖⁺‧₊🐭𝜗𝜚

but yes, sometimes it does just get too much for jj. as soon as you pick up the phone, you hear the wailing of two children in the distance— and before you even greet your boyfriend he’s rambling down the phone at you.

“hey, hi — you picked up, okay so— y’know i really hate to ask this of you i mean really, you’re not a babysitter by any means n’i don’t want you to think i just keep you around for — whatever, the issue is— i’m goin’ insane. both of these kids are screamin’ and i’ve tried everything man i just can’t do it—”

“jj, slow down. do you want me to come over?”

“please? i mean i’m not one to beg but i will literally get on my knees right now dude i can’t do it.”

“okay! i’m coming, just hold tight okay?”

they were both in hysterics when you arrived. there were toys all over the floor, a pair of pants, some food too. you step through the mess and find them, rolling about — screaming the house down whilst jj tries to intervene.

it turns out, billy was the first to get upset— and billy being upset and loud made liv get all overstimulated which caused a whole kerfuffle. you separated them, taking a child each and calmed them before putting them down to have an afternoon nap— knowing jj would need the peace and quiet for a little. once you’ve entered their shared bedroom and checked on them, you tip toe out to find jj sat on the couch amongst the mess with his head in his hands.

“theyre out cold, exhausted themselves i think.” you smile softly, easing yourself down next to jj. he jolts, like he didn’t know you were there and sits up suddenly, trying to be subtle about the way he wipes his eyes and sniffs, huffing out a bashful laugh.

“yeah.” he chuckles, cheeks splotchy and pink. you exhale out your nose, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you rub his back. “sorry it’s just, ah— one of those days or whatever. m’not cut out for this, man.”

“s’okay, jayj. it’s hard raising two kids that aren’t even yours. i think you’re doing good.” you muse and he shakes himself off, not wanting to get too vulnerable as he stands up— surveying the mess.

“yeah, it’s whatever. i should probably clean up around here, looks like a bomb went off at the lego store.” he sniffs, averting his eyes as he twists his body to look around. you stand, moving infront of him and placing both hands on his chest.

“or… i clean up, and you also take a nap.” you grin, tilting your head sweetly in a way you knew would help convince him.

“tempting, buuuuut i can’t let you do that, young lady. this is my very humble abode n’i gotta take care of it. so if i could just—” he goes to move you aside but you dodge him, standing your ground with a grin.

“well, you’re my boyfriend and i gotta take care of you. so now what?” you challenge and he huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head as he whips his hat off his head— slightly vulnerable still.

“i’ll have you know, i’m meant to be taking care of you, girlie.” he pokes your waist and you giggle, trying to force him back on the couch.

“you’re difficult.”

“rude, you’re sexy.”

you bust into quiet laughter, careful not to wake the kids as you finally manage to wrestle him back down on the couch, straddling his lap to make sure he stays down. “hm, i like where this is going.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“its nap time. go to sleep.” you cover his eyes with your hands and he smirks, his lashes tickling your palms.

“effective method babe.”

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[spacexseven]

nice glad to see drunk yans was a hit. yeah i agree that dazai would be 1000% HUMILIATED that he just entirely blew his cover with you but on the bright side thats something he can jot down in his Evidence That Darling Secretly Has A Crush On Me list. its in the same notebook where he scribbles “mr. osamu darlingslastname” with hearts around it and ingredients for love spells he looked up online. he’ll find one that works eventually mark his words. i think for ADA dazai he’d just pretend he doesnt remember to avoid having to have the “im obsessed with you” conversation but rest assured. he is also writing about it in his insane little diary. 

ANYWAY sleepy!drunk ranpo as promised. it’s rare for ranpo to actually get inebriated, despite his gluttony. dulls his detective mind. but it’s alright to let loose on occasion, especially when that occasion gives him and excuse to spend some more time with darling! his flirtation strat is just to put himself in darlings line of sight as much as he can. once he gets drunk he’s pretty much just Gone. you’re honestly amazed someone as talkative as ranpo could ever be this. quiet and subdued. just blearily blinking his eyes and slurring out little whines about how its too loud in here. catch is: he doesnt wanna sleep just any old place, he wants to sleep on YOU. he’ll perch his head on your shoulder and doze off, lay down on your lap, grab your hand and put it in his hair, try to drag you over to the couch and get you to take a nap with him, etc. refuses to go to bed unless you agree to go with him. oh, and theres no waiting until he passes out and quietly slipping away. if you move away from him he’s waking up instantly and following after you, sleepily asking “where are we going” like he was invited or something. ur probably still on cuddle buddy duty when he wakes up hungover too. 

clingy!drunk akutagawa. this one also cannot hold his liquor for the life of him so he’ll start to tilt into Weird after like. 2 drinks if that. typically, akutagawa is pretty avoidant with you. you’re not good for him. he cant focus on the task at hand if he’s close enough to smell you or feel the warmth that radiates off your skin or even hear the lilt of your voice, so he tries to cut down direct contact as much as he can. (stalking is fine tho he can do THAT all day long) if someone actually manages to get him drunk, however, as soon as he sees you he’s gravitating towards you like a magnet. he doesn’t really say much. just attaches himself to you. sits so close his leg is practically on top of yours, gently grabs your sleeve when you walk somewhere so he doesnt lose track of you, stuff like that. he’s just your shadow for the night. might get a bit bolder as the night goes on and actually take a crack at talking to you, but nothing he says is gonna make much sense. WILL try to follow you home be aware him doing that. (also, quick aside…flirty!drunk akutagawa… akutagawa acting completely unlike himself, laughing and smiling and boldly touching you… leaning into whisper salacious things in your ear… pushing you down into the booth or up against the wall… much to think about.)

BONUS ROUND smiley!drunk fyodor. fyodor is even less likely to deign himself with the crude act of drink than the other two. doesnt like being out of his own head, and with all of his various ailments drinking in excess could prove problematic… but gogol dared him to so now he’s half kicked in the ass. normally, fyodor smiling at you is something very creepy that you have to be worried about, but now he almost looks kinda… sweet. just genuinely grinning and lightly giggling like hes having the time of his life just being near you. i mean, it’s definitely still kinda creepy but you know. less so than usual. he probably wouldnt talk much, just the occasional hi :) or something in russian you cant understand. he’d occupy himself mostly with grabbing your hand and toying idly with your fingers or running his fingers through your hair. just little touches. things he rarely affords himself sober. he’ll only stop smiling if you try to leave, pouting and grabbing your hand to try to keep you with him for longer. might try to go after you but he’s very wobbly so youll have to catch him, also contact that he enjoys. he actually wont be embarrassed by any of this he’ll just go that was fun :) the next morning. 

- 🩹

ranpo sleep on me wink wink i cant write flirty akutagawa for the life of me but he lives in my mind <3 also please imagine this w manga fyodor!! he has a very pretty smile lol (if its ooc i do not care once in a while it's good to write him not as evil !!)

cw: yandere characters, obsession, intoxication, implied stalking

ranpo needs to be drunk to be all clingy, but drinking only makes him more shameless about it. he's decided to attach himself to you, literally sleeping on top of you, and so on. he's unnaturally quiet, though, and more...vulnerable? you're suddenly reminded of the fact that ranpo isn't an ability user; just a regular person with an unrelenting mind when you see him blinking slowly and drinking from his cup.

he's never had a reason to hide his infatuation with you, not caring about what anyone else, including you, had to say or feel about it, but now he looks a little shy, staring quietly at you and looking back at his drink the moment your eyes lock, looking a little flustered. it was almost like he was another person entirely.

however, after some time passes and he seems to have warmed up to your presence, he becomes more demanding. stumbles over to drag you towards the loveseat at the back of the room, quickly wrapping his arms around yours so you wouldn't move while he snoozed away. though he's asleep, his grip on you is almost painful and even the slightest nudge would make him tighten his hands. maybe he'll loosen up the more he slept...?

you've never seen akutagawa drink. you've always thought he would be quiet even if he was intoxicated but he seems to be acting...oddly. the previously stoic look melts into a devious expression on his face that reminds you of someone that you can't quite put your finger on, and a dangerous look in his eye, not unlike that of a predator on the hunt. he takes short breaks in between each sip but doesn't seem to be bothered by the alcohol, still silently studying the room and inspecting every individual until—

—he sees you.

his eyes widen a fraction before he catches himself, straightens up, and walks towards you with a confidence that you hadn't expected. he sits next to you and continues sipping from his cup, lmost as though you didn't exist. you get up to leave but his voice startles you.

"where are you going?"

akutagawa had a low, melodious tone when he spoke, something you had never noticed before since he rarely talked to you. you were strangely flustered by the sudden attention on you...you didn't even know that he knew who you were.

"home...it's getting quite late."

he nods, "i'll walk you back."

it was not an offer or a question—this was an implicit order. silently you wonder if he was sober enough too walk around and make his way back later. still, you didn't want to annoy akutagawa, more so when he was drunk and unpredictable. surprisingly, he doesn't seem to stumble around his way or need you to guide the way, seemingly knowing exactly where to go and which floor your apartment was.

would it be rude to not invite him in? he waits outside as you open the door and shuffle in, but before you can ask him to come in, he goes in for a hug. you're frozen still as he sighs in your warmth, then lets go almost as quickly as he latched on, as though he never did anything in the first place. as you watch him walk down the hallway, you wonder just what else he's been hiding.

fyodor is...not really much of a drinker, from your own observations. still, he's not exactly opposed to a few drinks every once in a while, and today, since the sky casino was throwing a party, you supposed he couldn't skip the occassion. he's always had this alluring yet uneasy presence, like something about that sweet smile and the amused glint in his eyes just felt off, but drunk fyodor is...almost irresistable.

you know what he can do and you've witnessed how dangerous he is, but somehow he looks far too approachable now. a soft little smile, nothing like the ones he uses to disarm and charm people, humming under his breath—it was impossible to look away from him.

as nikolai leaves his side, fyodor's eyes scan the room lazily, before they find you. his smile grows a little, and he raises one hand up. a silent request. before you can even think about it, you find yourself making your way over to him, unsure if the slight buzz in your system was from the alcohol or the sensation of him asking for you.

he gestures over to the now empty chair beside him, watching you closely with a sleepy smile.

"enjoying the party?" you nod eagerly, watching as he chuckles and reaches out for your hand, twisting the rings around your fingers. he inspects each one, still humming, before bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it. you were not expecting any of the affectionate gestures, but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice, someone aa attractive and as important as fyodor having only eyes for you.

"you look very nice," he says, eyes inspecting every inch of you in a manner thar should have been alarming but in that moment, it was just nice to be complimented.

you sit like that with him for a while more, him mumbling things in russian under his breath every so often, squeezing your palm and stopping to compliment you ever so often. once, he reached up to touch your hair, apologizing right after for messing up your hairstyle. like that mattered when you were on cloud nine.

an acquaintance of yours calls you over, but fyodor's grip tightens around you, and he frowns for the first time that evening. he croons at you, letting a pet name slip that has you absolutely endeared, asking very softly for you to stay a little longer. he whispers that he likes your presence. the other person is hence ignored.

he asks, again, if you could help him up to nikolai, and his voice, while you know it's not meant to be that way, sounds almost seductive. you have to shake off your thoughts before helping him wobble over to the clown, who was happily entertaining some guests. fyodor smiles at you one laat time that night.

the next day, while you're sure he would not remember the night before, he pauses his steps when he sees you in the hallway, inspects you with those devouring eyes, and smiles, telling you to have a good day.

[hyunsvngs]

what do we think ab dad!skz

i think im extremely hormonal

chan: cutest dad like he’s just made for it!! the type to take them to the beach! i think you’d defo end up having multiple kids with him but he’d LOVE to have a kid he can play sports with. and he’d be so sweet on sports day!! shouting and embarrassing the kid LMFAO but hes just so so soft. christmas day waking up to the kids bouncing on your bed so excited and channie just scoops em up n cuddles them :(( oh my god

minho: the type to plot your downfall with your own child. definitely would be ever so soft if he had a little girl. i think he’d only want 1 or 2 but he’d be absolutely so cute with them!! he’d dress them up in dumb little cat costumes lmfao. also the type to take ur kid out for the day and they’d come back with 2 new cats and ur like ??? but minho’s like our baby wanted more :) when in reality it was him who convinced your child fml

changbin: oh god. those two would be like BALLS of energy!!!! the child would be doing gg dances as soon as it was able to walk ngl. and imagiiine binnie napping on the sofa with the baby curled up on his chest all cute :( he’d be so cuddly with his baby thats HIS baby and you two made that??? fuck?!?!? would luv if the baby looked like you too :(( so fucking cute. i think he’d maybe want a boy & a girl just like him n his sister bc they’re so close :))

hyunjin: finger painting. absolutely finger painting. you would have so many paintings of your baby’s hand next to hyunjin’s, getting bigger and bigger as it grows but never as big as hyune’s :(( andddd definitely cuddles and films in bed with the baby. endless selfies with the baby. the baby in versace clothes. all of these things would happen. annddd imagine he does a huge mural on your baby’s nursery wall :(( fuck. i think he’d want an army of little baby girls that he can dress up tbh

jisung: god i’m going insane so imagine him playing guitar with ur baby on his lap. he’s so the type to have the baby wear a matching bucket hat to him. also the type to text you when you’re out like “babe… so small… the baby’s so small…” and you’d just be like well yeah sungie? that tends to be the case? LMFAO. the baby would be so well dressed too. i also think jisung’s the type of dad to carry the baby around in a baby carrier on his back LMFOAHDJG. he’d def def want a kid he can teach guitar too and is interested in music but also imagine sungie as a dad and his baby painting his nails when it’s old enough:(( he’d LOVE that

felix: y’all already knew i was gonna say this: baking dates with the baby. baking with your lil toddler. ur little bean. they bake u a cake and when u get it there’s loads of little finger marks and ur like ?? and felix is just like well the baby wanted to try… LMFAOJDDJ definitely the type to take your baby to the playground CONSTNATLY and he’d take a million pics of the baby too. sending them to stays on bbl fr. they’d just be spammed with the baby wearing a massive pair of sunglasses or smth

seungmin: says to the baby “go and tell mommy she stinks” and the baby does it. partners in crime. i think he’d want a little boy but also imagine him with an evil little girl fml. his disciple. he’d have the baby in pochacco pyjamas and little bear onesies with the tails. just a little fucking bean. tbh u’d not be able to get a word in to ur baby bc the baby would be SUCHHH a daddy’s boy/girl. worships the fucking ground they walk on fr

jeongin: ohhhhh god. i think jeongin would be SUCH a good dad. i’ve briefly spoken about this before like how i think he’d be absolutely amazing bc he has a younger brother, he just has the natural abilities. carrying the child on his hip 24/7, singing the baby to sleep with a lullaby. cute mirror selfies maybe with the baby wearing innie’s massive shoes :( i KNOW he’d be a good dad.

[hollandsmushroom]

A dom tom were the reader find him playing cod and she plays with him but then she say im going to get a snack and then she have an idea and put the song white tee summer Walker and come to tom and gave him. A lap dance. 🌝I hope you understand and yes i forget and then tom fucks her sooooo rough and haaaaarddddd and faaaaast and please let her sqouirt 2 times please ♏♏♏♏

Okay, I really hope that I got this right, and I hope that you like it. I wrote this in what felt like a fucking fever dream, like it just poured out of me.

A/N: This was my first time writing Dom!Tom or really even this rough of sex, I’ve never really written degradation before but I hope you enjoy. 

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Summary: Just look at the request

Word Count: 2,417

Warnings: Pure Filth, Degradation, Fingering, Lap dance, spanking(a couple mentions), Overstimulation, Riding, Squirting, internal Orgasm, Dom!Tom, Mean Dom!Tom, Biting, If I missed anything I’m sorry. 

 Silence filled your ears as your feet led you mindlessly down stairs, the knuckle of your thumb rubbing into your eyes as you tried to swipe away the sleep that had built up during your nap. You were in search of your boyfriend, waking up with an insatiable urge to hold him, that wasn’t the only thing that you wanted to do but your intent was not to go for the x-rated part of your needs first, you wanted to see you you could get Tom to initiate it, to tempt him. You followed the only noise you could hear in the house, guiding you to your boyfriend. Small utterances of exasperation leading you to the den. You leaned your shoulder against the door jam, watching Tom where he sat, his thumbs flitting rapidly over the controller, only making you think about how they would feel on your clit, rubbing over the pulsing nub. You shook your head, a physical attempt to shake those filthy thoughts loose from your brain. Your movement caught Tom’s attention, dragging his eyes from the TV to your oversized t-shirt clad frame, hair a mess from your pillow, a lazy smile  adorning his cheeks as he turned back to the screen.

“Afternoon sleepy head” he chided, eyes flitting back to you before scooting over on the couch. “Come sit” he offered, the empty space next to him inviting your form. You shouldered yourself off of the wall, walking towards Tom and picking up your pace for the few steps that you impaired his vision, your body colliding with the soft cushions of the couch as you fell back. You cheek met Tom’s bare shoulder, leaving light kisses in your way of saying Hello to him. 

“Love, you’re distracting me” he hummed, raising his shoulder and pushing you away from him, a small frown developing on your lips as you pouted at him, that hadn’t worked, an immediate and offhanded denial of your affections, this may be a little harder than you had thought. 

“Was only trying to love you but okay then” you bit at him, slightly grumpy at the rejection. 

“Sorry, babes, I’m trying to beat this level” he explained, it made more sense now but it didn’t mean you liked it. 

“Can I play?” you asked, if he was going to deny your affection then maybe you could do something with him, a lay over to your actual intention seeing as you had resolved that you would get dicked down before the sunset. 

“F’course, doll, here” he passed you a controller that was sat on the coffee table in front of you, not making eye contact but you purposely brushed your hand against his as you took the remote out of his hand. You pressed the center button and joined the game, smiling as you began to play alongside Tom. Throughout the game you made moves on him, getting closer to his body, rubbing your bare thigh against his, biting your lip in concentration and he managed to ignore all of it. 

You let out a moan when you character died, under the guise it was a moan of frustration but it came out close to pornographic, making Tom’s ears prick up his eyes moving to watching you next to him, your legs spread and you panty clothed core showing from under the hem of your shirt, a small wet patch catching his eye, a smirk spreading on his lips in realization, you were needy. 

“M’ gonna go get a snack” you mumbled, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, arching your back and sighing in pleasure, the upward motion of your shoulders exposing your panties and the bottom of your stomach. Tom knew what you were doing, and it made something boil inside of him, you were being a little brat, you could just ask for what you wanted, but no, you went about it this way. 

“kay” Tom responded, watching as your hips swayed on your way to the kitchen. He smiled to himself at your actions, proud that he managed to make you as horny as this without even doing anything. He went back to his game but his attention was no longer fully in the graphics that flashed across the screen, his mind now focused on the memory of your tight cunt and how well he filled you as you would scream his name, begging to cum. He noticed the addition of music to the atmosphere as you strutted back into the room, a devilish smile on your face as you fell to your knees in front of Tom, hands resting on his knee caps as you pushed them away from each other to spread his legs. His eyes widened at your bold movements, setting his remote control next to him on the couch and placing his hands behind his head. 

“Watcha’ doing, Love?” he hummed as you began to rise from your place on your knees, your chest brushing against his hardening cock, your pointed nipples poking through your shirt and catching Tom’s eyes as you continued to go up his body. 

“Giving you a show” you spoke as if it was obvious, because, well, it was. Tom captured his lip between his teeth as you put your knees on either side of his hips, grinding your hips down against his, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat as you threw your head back, arching your chest into his face. His hands went to grab your ass, instinct beginning to take hold, his need to dominate the situation, but you slapped his hands away. Crawling off of Tom’s heated body. You stood in front of Tom, stripping your top off and grabbing your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples and biting your lip, looking Tom in the eye, teasing him. You turned around, bending down as if you were touching your toes and giving your ass a small shake, Tom had to hold his hand back from smacking or biting the supple flesh that was so tauntingly jiggling in front of his face. You sat back, placing your hand on his thighs and your ass on his dick, once again grinding down against him, this time making him moan. You began to move your hips in circles to the final beats of the song that you had been dancing to, your hands going back to behind both yours and Tom’s head, grasping that back of his neck and bringing you back flush to his front, arching your naked chest up as you finished your movements. 

As soon as the last notes of the song played out Tom’s hands were on your breasts, squeezing them harshly and tweaking the nipples aggressively between his fingers. 

“So needy for me, Love, you could have just asked,” Tom teased, his lips moving to just beneath your ear and beginning to suck on your sweet spot, sweet moans falling from your lips. 

“Tommy!” you moaned loudly, but you needed more “I need you Tommy, I need you” you breathed out between sighs of pleasure as the little stimulation he was giving you.

“What do you need, baby?” he wanted to hear you beg, to cry out in need for his cock or tongue or fingers.

“All of you, Tommy” you whimpered pitifully, the squeeze on your nipples nearly becoming too much. 

“Yeah? All of me, huh, how's this?” he asked, his fingers slipping into the front of your soaking wet panties, immediately applying ample pressure to your clit with his thumb and to fingers teased your dripping entrance, he smirked as he realize that your arousal had spread along your thighs and down your taint, pride growing in his chest at just how desperate you were for him. His fingers sank into your core without warning. 

“FUCK” you cried, his fingers beginning to slide in and out of you at a rapid pace, dragging against every ridge of muscle that adorned the walls of your tight cunt. His fingers picked up the pace, the only sounds in the room being your sighs and pants of pleasure and his fingers digging into you as if he was searching for something at your cervix. He bit down on your neck, whispering quietly to you. 

“You take my fingers so well, needy little slut aren’t you” he sucked over the spot he had just bitten, groaning as your hips ground back into his. “My needy little whore, all mine,” he whispered, his words in juxtaposition to the tone of his voice which carried the tone of worship, and it was, just your unique form of it. He curled the tips of his fingers into the soft spongy spot that hid deep within you, your legs trying to clamp around his hand as he repeated the motion. 

“T-T-Tom, I’m g-gonna cum” you managed to get out through the pleasure that was taking hold in every part of your body. His knees hooked in the inside of yours, holding you open for him to continue his assault on your core. 

“Cum for me, let go on my fingers, soak my palm, feel lucky that I’m letting you cum you fucking tease” he encouraged your orgasm, his thumb pushing upwards and harder against your clit, the extra pressuring sending you spinning into your orgasm, your cunt emitting a sloshing noise that made Tom bite his lip, knowing what had just happened as his hand got insanely wet. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came down from your orgasm, the world around you seeming to still as you felt and uncommon amount of cool between your legs, your soaked panties sticking to your core as Tom withdrew his hand, turning you around in his lap so you faced him, watching as he brought his fingers to his parted lips and sucked them clean of the cum that now graced his pale digits, pulling pack and flattening his tongue against his palm, licking the slickness that had gathered on his palm.

He didn’t let you fully catch your breath, lifting you by your hips, ridding you of your soaked panties and sliding his pants down his hips, positioning his cock with one hand and guiding your hips with the other, slamming you down onto his length, fully sheathing himself in your heat with the first thrust. A scream ripping from the back of your throat as tears pricked your eyes, the stretch nearly too much for you to handle. 

“You’re gonna take what you get, this is what you get for teasing me” he bucked his hips up into yours, your ass slapping his thighs, the impact stinging your cheeks as he continued the motion, the relentless pull of his foreskin against your walls burning through your body as you arched your chest into Tom’s face, his teeth capturing one of your nipples and biting down hard, a mixture of pain and pleasure exploding through your body as you felt another orgasm building up in you. 

“Tom, I-I’m gonna cum again” you panted, it all felt too much but his lips replaced his teeth and he sucked relentlessly on your nub, tears leaking down your face as you came again, squirting onto Tom’s lap, it splashed off of where you skin met and soaked the bottom of Tom’s shirt, something you’re sure he would enjoy and avoid washing it for at least a couple days. Your body shook as everything went fuzzy, your head throwing back in pleasure causing your neck to crack but you didn’t care, too focused on the overstimulation of the fact your boyfriend's thrust had not slowed, in fact they had sped up. 

“Tom, can’t-I can’t, it's too much” you whimpered, your body feeling like an ember as Tom flipped your positions, your back meeting the cushions of the couch as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly. 

“You’re gonna take it baby,” he demanded, knowing that if you really needed it to stop you would say the safe word. “I’m close baby, but I’m gonna make you cum a third time before I fill you with my cum, like the little cum slut you are,” his voice was shaky, he was fighting against his orgasm, wanting to see you fall apart one more time before he came and ceased his movement. Your body hadn’t fully recovered from your last orgasm when you felt your third one building already. 

“Tommy, I’m-” you didn’t finish the sentence, a mixture of cold and warm pleasure beginning to burn in your cunt, overtaking the veins in your lips and spreading down your thighs to your feet, toes curling in response as the feeling moved up as well, igniting your breasts and your mouth falling slack, your whole body going tense and Tom kept thrusting into you, cumming deep inside of your cunt with loud shouts of your name, but you couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. You came back when he pulled all the way out of you, grabbing his wet cock in his hand and jerking the rapidly softening flesh, letting the final spools of cum shoot from the slit in the tip and fall onto your sweaty cum covered frame. You watched as the white ropes landed on your skin, admiring how they looked till you couldn’t hold your head up anymore, letting it fall back into the cushions, eyes falling shut as your body went slack. Tom’s eyes widened as he saw this, worry rising in his body as you lacked motion, your breath too shallow and your sudden collapse leading him to think that something was seriously wrong. 

“Love?” he asked tentatively, praying that you responded. 

“Hmm?” you groaned, eyes fluttering open and meeting his worried orbs, highly contrasting to the pitch black shade of desire that they had been moments before. 

“Oh thank god, I thought I had fucked you to death, and though you brought it upon yourself that isn’t how I was hoping this saturday would end” his words making you giggle.

“I just needed that dick” you spoke as you tried to sit up, only to have Tom wrap his arms around you and pick you up, The cum that was on your torso rubbing against his shirt, now marking it with the both of your guys cum. 

“And you got it, now you need a bath” he kissed the top of you head softly as he lead you to the bathroom. 

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[kaunis-sielu]

What’s Next: End

You look back and forth between the two. This is insane right? How would this even work?

“I, I think I need a minute.” You tell them before hurrying out of the cabin. You can’t believe this is happening.

Steve is wonderful, sweet, smart, good, handsome, he treats you like a princess.

Bucky is funny, snarky, charming, flirty, sexy and he makes you feel a little wild.

You’re absolutely into both but you certainly can’t marry both. Not in the traditional sense at least. You bury your face in your hands and let out a long groan, what the hell are you supposed to do?

You decide what you’re going to do. You burst back into the cabin and when both men look up at you stalk over to them. Steve is still standing leaning against the counter so you make your way to him first pressing a kiss to his lips. It’s quick and hurried and he doesn’t have time to respond. Then you turn quickly and catch Bucky’s face in your hands pressing a kiss to his lips too. You try to give him the same quick kiss that you gave Steve but he catches your hips before you can go anywhere. He kisses you back for a moment before pulling away.

“Is this your choice? Both of us?”

“Yea. I can’t promise that it’ll stay that forever but for now I’m willing to give it a try.”

“What do you mean for now?” Steve asks.

“I mean, if we, if one of us wants to get married we can’t all, be, married. Like that doesn’t work.” You stammer and Steve gets that soft look in his eyes that you love.

“We can come to that when we come to that.” Bucky says and you nod. “But for now let’s just, be.”

“Be?” Steve says, “when did you become so chill?”

“Shut up Steve.” Bucky grumbles and you laugh.

“You,” you point at Bucky, “Promised some swimming. Why don’t we go now?”

So you do. The three of you spend the first night hanging out, trying to get a feel for the dynamic of being in a three person relationship.

Steve leaves the next morning. You stop him with a hand around his wrist just before he goes and he gives you a soft smile.

“I’m gonna let you and Bucky have the rest of the weekend. I got you last weekend.” He whispers.

“Okay.”

“Wednesday night? Dinner?”

“I can’t. I have to close that day. I could do breakfast though?”

“It’s a date.” He agrees pressing a soft kiss to your lips before leaving. You turn and cuddle back into Bucky then and fall back asleep.

When you wake up next Bucky is awake, just letting you sleep on his arm.

“Morning Sugar, you know where Steve went?” He asks glancing down at you.

“Home I think. He said he wanted to give us the weekend since I spent last weekend with him.”

“See, we can make this work.” He says with a cheeky grin before he twists and is looming over you in the bed. He presses a kiss to your lips and his loose hair brushes your cheeks making you pull away with a laugh.

“Your hair tickles.”

“Sorry Sugar.”

“I like the longer hair on you. It’s sexy.”

“Yea?” You nod and he grins then kisses you again. “Breakfast?”

“Sounds good. Then can we go for a ride?”

“That sounds like a great plan Sugar.” He agrees. You cook breakfast together then go for a long ride. When you come back it’s a battle between a nap and lunch so you decide on a quick lunch so you can nap with Bucky in the hammock on the deck.

The three of you slowly figure out how to navigate the relationship you’re in. It’s not always easy, sometimes you feel like they need more than you have to give and you’re constantly worried about spending equal time with them. Neither of the boys ever seem worried though, Steve with his thoughtful surprises and Bucky with his surprise visits both seem completely content with the relationship. You don’t scream about dating two men, and them being okay with it. But your friends and employees all know and are happy for you. Nat even teases you saying you’ve gotta be the luckiest bitch around.

She’s not wrong.

After nearly two years you decide to all move in together. Steve’s brownstone makes the most sense because it’s closest to your and Bucky’s shops and is the biggest. He guts the top floor for you and Bucky to renovate and the bottom floor for you and him to redecorate. The middle floor has the main living spaces, like the kitchen, on it. You bounce between their beds, neither man really caring to have a relationship between them.

Talk of marriage has come up. Bucky had confessed after a night of drinking that he’d never really seen a reason to get married. If you live together long enough you’re married in the governments eyes anyway no paper needed. Steve however, had always wanted a marriage. At least from what Bucky had told you. He’d wanted what his parents had and what they had was a solid, happy and loving marriage and Bucky had told you if you wanted to marry Steve he would be right there standing beside his best friend.

But for now you’re happy where you’re at, sharing a home and a life with the two men who make it their constant job to keep you happy and loved.

And they do the job perfectly.

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[mydaydreams]

Glass Walls

Tony Stark

Warning:filthy lemon, ignoring infinity war, oh and alsoi love Pepper Pots so fucking much but tbh i made her a huge bitch in this.

Sum: Pepper is jealous of Tony and y/n's new relationship and y/n knows it. Its clear she wants Tony back. Y/n goes out of her way to make sure Pepper knows that ship has sailed.

*****

I walked up a flight of stairs an overnight bag slung over my shoulder and a pile of file folders in my arms. Tony had left them at my apartment over a week ago and i was only just now returning them. We hadn't been staying at my place much lately so i had finally gone home to get them. Tony did however tell me to pack a bag while I was there so I could come back and stay. I wondered when he would cave and have me move in but the relationship was still fairly new so i didnt want to rush things.

I sighed as i made my way to Tony's office and spotted the annoyingly familiar blonde hair through the glass door. Tony nowhere in sight.

I awkwardly pulled the door open offering her a nod and small smile in 'hello'. She rolled her eyes at me.

"You couldnt have gotten him to work on time?" She asked with a hint of bitch in her voice.

"Im his girlfriend not his alarm clock and I stayed at my place last night im not sure where he is." I said walking behind his desk and slinging my overnight bag over his desk chair and setting the files on his desk. Her eyes widened as she got a look at the files.

"You have had these files this whole time?" She gasped snatching them from the desk. She huffed and paced out of the room not waiting for my sarcastic reply.

Pepper had never liked me. I think it was mostly because I'm much younder than she is. She thinks shes been replaced with a youner module. Acting like i was just like one of Tony's cars or something.

It was clear and had been clear that she wants him back. Lingering looks here inappropriate touch there. It was really starting to piss me off. Plus i knew for a fact she was only in here early so she could hop up on top of Tony's desk and cross her legs while he worked.

I was sure she never did that when they were together. She had only started doing it when i did it.

The little copier. It was starting to get annoyingly childish. It started making me feel childish. Ever since i walked in on her sitting on his desk in front of him while she fixed his tie I have had this desier to out do her.

I sighed and flopped down on the couch in his office.

"Hey doll how'd you sleep?" Tony asked his voice groggy and his eyes blood shot.

I snorted at the nickname. Ever since he made up with his little boyfriend Steve hes really hitting the lingo.

" not as bad as you did it looks like. How many hours did you...?" He lifted his fingers '3'. I frowned and stood up reaching for him. He didnt really sleep well without her.

"Well you have been working none stop lately. Why don't you come back to the room with me and nap for a bit?" I said melting my body into his letting his warmth wrap around me. I took a deep breath of him and reached my arms around his neck.

"Can't, pepper has a list a mile long of shit for today." He said digging his head into my neck. I hummed softly but our moment was cut short.

"Starting now, you're late Tony!" Pepper voiced from the door. I cringed at the sound of her voice and seperated from Tony.

Tony sighed loudly and looked down at me.

"Head to the room and I'll be there in a few hours." He said handing me the nightbag from his chair. I smiled at him and pecked his lips before making my way to the door.

"Dont count on it." Pepper said under her breath but i could totally hear the bitch. I rolled my eyes and stepped out heading to the room and to fucking bed.

Not but 20 minutes later I felt large warm hands run my shirt up my back. Tony gently stroked the skin of tge small of my back with his fingers. I hummed.  "I thought i had to share you today." I said turning my head so i could look at him. "Oh baby you dont have to share me with anyone." He said his voice still groggy from exhaustion. "Oh i love it when you talk to me like that..." I said straining my neck up to kiss him.

He sighed pleasantly into my lips as if he had been waiting all day for this, though we had kissed not but maybe 30 minutes ago. His body fell limp leaning against hers as they kissed. She pulled away from him.

"As much as i love hot sleepy sex Tony, I think you could really use some sleep." I said rolling him onto his back. He sighed heavily and his eyes closed the second I had turned him. I shook my head down at him and smiled.

" i love you so much you stupid sleepy man" I said kissing all over his face for a minute before shimmying down the bed to pull off his pants. He let out a struggeled chuckle as i pulled them down his legs.

" thought you said I should sleep." He said his eyes still closed but a new smirk playing on his lips.

"You are...we are going to sleep but i know for a fact you have had these clothes on for more than 20 hours so I'm gonna get them off of you." I said with a laugh.

"Only if i can get yours off of you." He flirted making me giggle and blush hotly. He leaned up slightly only to flop back down.

" i dont think you have the energy for that iron man." I said pulling the covers up both our legs and sinking into his side. He pouted

" at least take your top off for me? You know i cant sleep if i dont get atleast one peak at the girls" he said referring to my 'rockin tits' tony calls them.

" here i thought you just needed to be graced by my presence to have a good slumber." I said laying back. He turned over onto his stomach and leaned up on his elbows to look me in the eye.

" nope, its always been those rockin tits doll!" He said using one hand to catch the seem at the bottom of my shirt.

" just a peak." He lied as he pulled the shirt completely off and threw it on the ground. I laughed loudly as he began motorboating the my girls. I let out a happy girlish giggle/scream as he had his fun.

" Tony Starrrk!!!" I Scolded swatting at his sides as he took tight grips of each of my beasts and smushed them against his cheeks.

" never had a girl with tits as perfect as yours. Never had a girl with such a banggin body" he said as he starting kissing.  This made me laugh he never talked like this. And i know he uses the work rockin offten while describing my body but i havr never heard the word banggin before.

" no i know your sleep happy." I said kissing his lips and making him lay down flat with my head on his chest.

"No sex?" He asked still in his sleep deprived state.

" the faster you fall asleep the faster i wake you up with my lips wrapped around your Co..." I didnt get to finish the sentence before i heard him snoring. I laughed a little thinking he was making a joke but when i looked up to kiss him he was actually forreal dead ass asleep. I just smiled and pecked his lips.

It had maybe been 3 hours when the shrill voice woke me.

"Tony it is well past 2 pm, you have missed 2 meetings and i have the board of directors on the phone waiting for your approval on...." She stopped talking wjen she saw me sitting up in his bed topless my gaping breast practically waving at her. I screamed and flopped back down on the bed pulling the covers over me. My reality brain finally catching up with my sleepy brain. What the fuck is she doing with a fucking key?

"Pepper what the hell are you doing in here?" Tony asked harshly as I hid under the covers into his side.

" what the hell am i doing? What the he'll are you doing? Fucking the staff in your place of work during office hours." She said raising her voice. I pocked my head out.

What the actual fuck? And who the actual fuck does she think she is.

First of....why the fuck does she have a key, why the fuck does she think its okay to just barge in to her bosses quarters while he's trying to sleep. And most importantly why the fuck does she have a key? Has she had it this whole fucking time? Had she never givin it back to tony when they split almost 2 years ago.

The shocked look that was plastered on iron mans face was a face only pepper fucking pots could bring out of him.

"Pepper what the fuck are you doing?" He said repeating himself unable to even comprehend her shots at him about fucking y/n while in his own fucking home. 

"Tony, you and i have work to do but instead of maning up and doing your job you come back up to your little fuck toy. This is starting to get rediculos Tony! Your slacking at work, falling asleep on the job and not to mention...." She took a long dramatic pause before turning to me for a short second. "Your Little fuck toys should not be handling classified work files much less letting them take the files home with them to screw up." She finished sticking her bony little finger out to point at me.

"You know those files were missing for 2 weeks. We had a team searching for those documents Tony." She bitched as tony just looked at her like she was the insane.

"Pepper what the fuck?" He asked again rubbing his eyes.

"Peper what the fuck pepper what the Fuck... Stop pepper what the fucking me. You know what im talking about. Your new relationship with her has interrupted your work for the last time tony this is completely unprofessional and insanely inappropriate." She said her hands on her hips and her foot tapping on the ground over and over in frustration.

I wanted to just grab Tony's blaster gun and just shoot her. Who the fuck does she think she is?

" Pepper, y/n is not a fuck toy! Shes my girlfriend. The next time you refer to her you will call her "Tony's girlfriend" or you will call her by her fucking name. And if you really think my job performance is suffering, check what the fuck i was doing all night that left me this sleep deprived and exhausted. Was in my lab all fucking nigjt working on some tech for bruce and you would fucking know that if you went to the debriefing this morning instead of trying to beat my girlfriend to my office just to fucking bug her. You think y/n's and i's relationship is Inappropriate? You are the one that just broke into your bosses home and bedrrom just to tell him to get up for work. News flash pep just cuz i made you CEO dose not mean you are the fucking boss. Get the fuck out of y/n and i's room I'll be in work when im good and fucking ready!" He yelled his voice harsh and rough. His tone made me flinch but the fact that the tone of voice isnt directed at me made me smirk.

Pepper's mouth hung open her face was red from what i can only assume is embarrassment. She finally caught herself after about 45 seconds of complete and uter silence and she turned and walked towards the door.

" and Pepper i dont know where the fuck you got the key to our room but you can leave it at the house keeping counter. Im instructing friday to never let you back into this room under any circumstances ms.pots. and your on thin fucking ice pots, walking in on my girlfriend naked and i trying to sleep. You are lucky you didnt just lose your job. Leave!" He said sternly his face hot with anger and his hands gripping hard against the sheets.

Once pepper finally left Tony's room he turned to look down at me.

"Darling I am so sorry. I didnt kniw she could get in here. Im so sorry she saw your..." He didnt finish i just shook my head. After all its not the first chick to see my tits and its not like she dosent have the same parts....well my parts may be a bit bigger and better than hers but that nore here nore there.

" its fine baby its just fine. You dont have to apologize for anything after what you just did." I said scooting closer to him from where they had sepreated in the dramatic moment.

I couldnt believe he had said all of that. Tony and i have been together for over a year but with his ex still working right under him it has been a bit of a struggle. Tony had always been good at standing up for others especially his girl. And pepper had been pushing it for weeks. He thinks he knows why pepper is only just know acting out about their relationship. She finally gets that its becoming serious. After just one year his relationship with y/n was stronger, better, and, more serious than tony and peppers ever were. And tony and pepper had multiple years together under their belts yet after just one year of being with some yoinger ethnic girl tony wants to take her to see the world and their planing trips and sending out fucking christmas cards. It had made Pepper's blood boil so she would continue to try and undermine anything y/n was trying to do in front of tony. Every time she would try and make a cute joke or tell a funny story pepper would try and ruin it or just interrupt y/n in the middle of her stories to start on of her own that no one wanted her to begin.

The other avengers caught on to this quickly too. After meeting me, one by one they all had their own issues and opinions on tonys new gf. Of course thats a given they were all so close and then i come in all new and young and not knowing anything. After a while everyone was eventually okay with my existence all but pepper of course. When they would interrupt most of the team would end up finding their way back to me to find out the rest of my stories. They could all tell Pepper had issues and wasnt over tony she wasnt exactly being suddle but...tony tony just completely shut her the fuck down. And plus that...he called it our room not just his. Then he called her ms.pots instead of pepper in the end completely changing their friendship status to im not even gonna call you by your first name status. And that had to be worse than just a basic acquaintance.

Our room, I cant believe it.

" inappropriate! We're inappropriate? Please. I'll show her inappropriate!" He said making laugh

" its okay babe."I said reasuring him that im totally fine.

" no its not. Plus she ruined my nap time wake up blow job. If she wants to see inappropriate I'll take you to my office right now and fuck you in front of the team, the staff,god and everybody. I swear Thor will be able to hear your screams from fucking asgard." He teased but i took 100% serious.

I coughed nervously before saying " i mean...id be down for that." Tonys mouth grew into a wide smile before he rushed into action.

By now the regular staff of employees have already gone for the day and just the people who live in building and pepper are left. Pepper's desk is diagonal from his and smaller in space but it still shows that it is a person of authority.

Tony and I had been chatting in his office for a minute. Each of them stealing glances over at Pepper where she had her head stuck in some case files. For a second i thought maybe Tony was totally joking and we weren't about to fuck on his office desk and in a way i was right...he didnt fuck me on the desk.

He Sat and spinned on his chair for a minute before beckoning me to come and sit on his lap. He did this dangerously sexy thing where he spun in his chair and stopped to make eye contact then he would look down at his lap making my eyes follow his. His arms out on his legs. His hands pat his meaty thighs just begging me to take a seat on my thrown. It made me gulp

Shit we really were bouta do this?

He grabbed my hand as I got nearer to him. He looked up at me for a minute just staring into my eyes. It gave me a chance to really look at him. His eyes were no longer blood shot and his pale skin had finally changed back to its regular tan. He looked well rested, happy, content.

He let his other hand fall off his legs to reach out for mine. His finger tips traced up my thigh and under the skirt. He gace me a devilish look before his eyes slightly flicked to ms.pots desk. He smirked again as he saw she was in fact watching his every move. He let his hand grip onto my thigh to lift it up in the air and over his lap. This quick movement starteled me, i grabbed a hold of his shoulder for leverage as he yanked my other leg up and onto him as well so he had me successfully straddlling his waist.

He hummed into my chest for a minute before kissing his way up my neck. My body instantly relaxed against him as he started up his trail to my lips. He hadnt had sex in what...40 hours. 50? God it was like a life time.

His hands struggling to grade and massage at everything he could get a hold of. He almost regreted making her put clothes back on and leave the bedroom in the first place. He alreay had her in nothing but a thong on his bed. But of course he had to follow his public place kink....but hey...im not complaining.

My peripherals caught site of Peper crumpling up pieces of paper on her desk. They were actually making her scwerm. Good the bitch deserves it.

And with that thought, i pulled my top off slowly making sure to thro the shirt into the glass whwre peper was looking in from where she sat at her desk. Tonys windows were fairly tented higher than any other office in the building so they werent 100% visible but if you squint it's not hard to see.

I pressed my tits into Tony's face for the second time that day and he let out an almost childlike laugh causing me to blush hard. Tony pulled his shirt over his head finally letting my hands run down his firm chest. I leaned down to kiss at all this new skin he was showing. 

His hands moved to hike my leg up and over one of the arm rests of the chair so he could get his hand under me.

"Mmm look how wet you are." He moaned his eyes closing as his fingers spread my lips open for a second before dipping his pointer into my juices only to slush it around. My body was already twitching And ready for him to touch.

" so smooth, you're so perfect for me baby" he said slipping two fingers into me. I gasped out and wrapped my arms around his neck and took a tight grip on his hair. His beefy fingers plunged into me, stretching me out and making me hot.

"Tony" I whined at him trying to buck my hips into his hand. He chuckeled at me as his fingers slowly started moving in and out of me. I grinded up agaisnt his palm as his fingers curlled and hit the not inside me.

I threw my head back as his handsl moved faster his fingers hitting the right spot over and over.

" Fuck fuck Tony" I moaned trying to hump down on him. His other hand snaked up to pinch my clit ever so lightly and he knew he had me. My walls qlenched around his fingers and he continued to curl them up into me making me moan loudly each time.

"Your gonna cum y/n. Then I'm going to make you sink down on top of me. You're wrap that tight pussy around my cock and I'm gonna fuck you up against this glass wall. How does that sound baby?" He asked looking up at me. My mouth hung wide open as his words and i could feel my slick dripping from me and into his waiting hands.

"Mhmmm yes. Please Sir Yes!" I said my voice high pitched. He groaned loudly before i felt his hand withdraw and move to shove his pants down his legs and off. I took that chance to free him from him boxers and stroke up his length. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment only to grip both of my hips.

I knew he was ready so i lined him up and he all but shoved me down. He filled me quickly making me scream his name but only for a moment before he already had them moving.

The tight grip he had on her thighs left her room for no control over her own hips. They were going at his pace and it was agonizingly slow but felt to amazing to tell him to move faster.

"God your so fucking tight around me." He moaned his head falling off the back of the chair. His eyes rolling back a bit. I took that chance to start pushing down on him a little faster. The tip of his dick finally deep enough to bump my cervix. God his dick is so long...thick....ughh how can i have it inside me and want it in my mouth all at the same time.

"Fuck you feel so good!"he said his eyes opening to watch my breasts bounce up and down for him. He humps up inside my making me gasp out a loud throaty moan. I moved my hips harder to grind into him. That move obly made me twitch hard and cum all over his lap and down his dick. My body shook above him in a hot orgasm but Tony wouldnt stop. Bucked up into me fucking me upward making all my cum and slick splash down on his thighs. The grip i had on his hair tightened as he pumped is load deep into me. He let out a loud moan of my name before letting my body fall slack against him almost locking his cum in place inside me.

We sat there for a minute trying to catch our breath. Pepper completely forgotten. I thought maybe he was bluffing earlier and we were done fucking in his office for fun but after aminute he starts nibbling my ear lobe before saying

"Stand up and put both your hands on the glass."

My eyes shot open to look at him. Was he serious? The only thing pepper could really see right now was my bare back and i thought that may be enough but tony Bucky his hips not just penetrating but pushing me up too.

I hoped off of him and turned away from him. Doing as he told, I raised my hands up and leaned against the glass.

Tony was sex laughing joyfully as he stood up behind me. He kicked my ankles apart and ran his hands down my back.

"Sometimes i wish i would have fucked you like this in the tower. That way everyone in the city would see iron man fucking whats his."

His breath tickeled my neck as he spoke. It made me shiver as his chest pressed agaisnt my back. His hands slid up my sides and around my front to squeeze my breasts.

" still cant believe these are real"

He whispered as he started kissing from my ear to my shoulder.

"Tony please!" I said begging unable to take any more of his torture.

" you know what i want to here." He said his hand moving down to my sex. He gently slapped my sex making me gasp and flinch.

"Please fuck me with your Iron, Iron Man!" I bagged turning my head to look at him and biting my lip. He took that moment to push my body fully against the glass. My body shivering from the cold of the glass against my skin.

He kissed my lips before pushing inside me. My head fell back against his chest and I let out a loud moan of his name.

He hummed from behind me as his hips thunked into my back side.

The sound of our sweaty hot skin slapping together echoed through the rooms the only other sound were my erratic breaths and moans.

His pace quickened sending tingeles through my body as he rocked me into the glass.

" fuck fuck yes Fuck!" He had me chanting as his poundings god harder, my moaned getting louder. I reached up on the glass trying to grab fro someyhing only to just hit my fists against hit twice as my walls clinched around him.

" Tonnnn...yyy" i screached as my cum gushed around him.

" fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum." He said lifting his hand up to grabe my face so i was looking at him again. He kissed me and Basically sucked my tongue into his mouth making it wrestle with his as his cum spread throughout my insides. He bit down on my lip before pulling away to look at me.

" that may have been the hottest thing we ever done." He said after catching his breath. He pulled out of me but kept me in his arms. He stept backward 2 steps and all but fell into his desk chair with me on his lap. He sighed and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I smiled down at him and kissed at the hairs on his chest where my head laid.

" not even the time in the elevator?" I asked playfully. He smirked but didnt open his eyes.

"Nope."

" or the time in loki's old cell."

"Nope."

"Not even the time when..." He stopped me finally looking at me.

"Maybe the time in asgard on thor's thrown." He said making me laugh.

"I still cant believe he dosent know. I mean its not like we cleaned up after." I said giggling. Tony laughed loudly for a moment his eyes sparkeling.

" I thought you said you had." My mouth dropped open at his words. I bit my lip in an almost funny embarrassment feeling.

"Oh... Well i mean you hadnt asked me to." I said only making him laugh harder and longer. He wiped his eyes in his hysterics and slapped at the knee i wasnt propped up on.

After a few minutes of loving, naked, silence he looked down at me his happy face was now replaced with a look of guilt.

"I'm really sorry about Pepp...oh shit.." He started before landing on her nam and remembering why they were in his office in the first place. Both his and my heads snapped to look at peppers desk. She was in fact no where to be seen. I started blushing hard before making eye contact with Tony again. He bit on his lip trying to hold back a smile. I broke first but we both burst out in loud huffs of laughter. His chest shaking hard. My head fell down on his chest as I shook my head in disbelief.

"We really did that." I said he laughed again.

"We really really did that." He said pulling my hair back to expose my neck to kiss me.

" and im about ready to do it again." I said moaning. He matched my pitch with a groan.

" God I love you!" He said I kissed him hotly and nibbled at his facial hair.

"Tony." I said softly

"I love you too!"

[themangoeswrite]

Remy’s Dreams

okay so first of all, this is part of a bigger series that I currently don’t have time to sit down and write so im probably gonna be dumping a bunch of one-shots and stuff from this au some stuff you should probably know before you start reading: this is a pjo type au, camp half-blood and all Remy - child of Hypnos, nonbinary, they/them pronouns Emile - child of Aceso, genderfluid, he/she/they pronouns

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Remy Somnus was used to irregular sleeping patterns.

They sometimes slept for a week, sometimes just an hour, sometimes not at all for days on end. Sometimes they ignored the urge to sleep for fear of their dreams. Not that they’d ever say that to anyone, even Emile. Instead they smiled and said something else like “I’m too fab for sleep, babes.”

But the truth is that Remy was scared - terrified, even. Not because of the dreams themselves, but because of the feelings from the dreams. They dreamt of a boy in a place, happy on the outside, panicked on the inside. They felt his emotions, stronger than they’ve felt any emotion of their own.

The boy felt trapped. Trapped in his body, trapped in his mind, trapped in this place with no escape. He was trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped.

And then something changed.

The boy looked up. But he didn’t look through than like everyone else, he looked at them. And then promptly freaked out.

Panic spread on his face and he ran away. Remy reached towards him - towards answers and the dream slipped away.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    The next morning, Remy plopped down on an empty seat at the Aceso table. Which was easy as only one person usually sat there.

    Remy squinted at the person’s necklace and nodded, greeting her. “Morning, Em.”

    Em looked up from her book and squealed. “Remy! Good morning! You do how do?”

    Remy smiled, relaxing almost instantly at their friend’s behavior. Her eccentric personality always soothed them after a rough time. “I’m totes perf, babes.” And maybe they moved their sunglasses down and winked at her, just to hear her giggle. If they did, it’s not like anyone could blame them. “How is my lovely lady tonight?”

    She immediately grinned, the way she always did when Remy did this on a she/her day. “I’m doing wonderful, although it isn’t nighttime yet, Rems.”

    Remy might have blushed, the way they always did when Emile gave them a nickname. They opened their mouth to respond, but a certain twin plopped down next to the two.

    “Morning! Have you ever thought of-” Before Remus could continue what was no doubt a gruesome thought, Remy interrupted. “Not that I’m not totes looking forward to hearing the end of that, but what are you here exactly?”

Remus stopped, frowning. “Emile over here said my name, I simply headed his call.”

    Em flinched making Remy sigh and say, “Em over here, she said Rems, not Remus, dumbass.”

    Remus looked apologetic, a rare sight. “My apologies, Em, I should have checked your pronoun necklace.” Remus regained vis grin that bordered on insane. “And I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone once I tell you this funny thought I had-”

    Em perked up, seeing Dante enter. “Hey Remus, is that Dante?” Remus perked up as well, standing up and racing over to Dante without a goodbye.

    Remy sighed, pretending to wipe sweat off their eyebrows. “Not that I don’t totes love Remus’ presence but I am more glad that I can talk to you alone, sweetheart.”

Em blushed, not used to Remy being so serious. She grinned, glad that they were happy. “So, did you need to ask me something or did you just stop by for a chat?”

Remy sighed again, knowing she would find out at some point, whether or not they told her directly. Anything remotely interesting at Camp Half-Blood was always exposed quickly by Drew, the leader of the Aphrodite cabin who could charmspeak anything out of anyone. They stood up, holding a hand out for Em. “You mind if we talk somewhere else?”

Em nodded, accepting their hand and rising to her feet, letting Remy lead the way. They led the way through the woods, following a path only they knew. They helped Em over a couple of branches, making sure her skirt didn’t catch or tear.

“Where exactly are we going?” Em asked, stepping over another branch.

Remy smiled, continuing to lead her to the place. “Just trust me, sweetheart. I won’t let you die, don’t worry.”

Em nodded, letting herself be led. “I trust you, Rems.”

Remy nodded back, stopping at a tree. “Good, because I’m about to ask you to walk into a tree.”

Em, fully trusting Remy, walked into the tree and leading Remy with her, as they were still holding hands. Once in the clearing through the tree, Em gasped, putting her free hand over her mouth.

In a word, the clearing was beautiful. There was a small spring with the clearest water Em had ever seen. It was ethereal, the way the sun shone on the water. The trees were all pushed to the edges of the clearing, making it look as if someone had planned it out. It was peaceful.

“It’s beautiful.” Em gasped out, admiring the clearing even more. She was still entranced by the peaceful air about the place.

Remy, who had been staring at Em the whole time, admiring the way her hair shone like strands of gold and her eyes reflected the clearing like small golden mirrors. She looked ethereal, her beauty more captivating than the clearing. They couldn’t look away even if they tried - her beauty rivaling even Aphrodite’s.

“She sure is.” Remy muttered softly. Em looked at Remy confusedly and Remy coughed, taking their hand back and turning towards the clearing. “This - this place, I mean - it-it’s pretty. That’s why I - uh - that’s why I brought us here.”

Em cocked her head, more confused. “I thought you brought us here to talk.”

Remy coughed again, adjusting their sunglasses and trying to play it cool. “I did, but I also wanted you to see something as beautiful as yourself, babes.” They winked, forgetting that they had sunglasses on, covering their eyes. They were doing fantastic.

Em giggled, smiling up at Remy. Remy did not immediately melt. They did not. (They totally did.)

“Anyways, what do you want to talk about?” Em asked, pulling Remy down to sit with her.

Remy sighed, running a hand through their hair. “I had a dream. Usually it’s just dreams, normal nonsense, subconscious lessons about something I usually don’t remember. But this time - I saw a boy. And it wasn’t like where I dream of someone’s life or anything, because he saw me. He looked up and saw me.”

Em nodded, her - what she called ‘therapy mode’ - now engaged. “Was this the first time?”

Remy shook their head. “No, I’ve seen him before. He’s always in the same place. But he’s always seemed like he was under a trance or something. He totes looks like he could go for a year long nap.”

Em cracked a smile. “Rems, that’s a coma.”

Remy nodded, “TBH, he needs it. The bags under his eyes aren’t even designer.”

Em giggled, and motioned for them to resume their story.

“Anyways, he usually looks zoned. But this time-” Remy paused, trying to find the words. “He seemed present. Present and-. And scared. Like he didn’t know where he was. He felt- trapped.”

That hung in the air for a minute until Em said something. “You have to talk to him.”

Remy immediately turned to Em. “I do?”

“I mean, it doesn’t hurt you to dream like this, right?” Em waiting for Remy to nod, which they did. “Then you should try to talk to him. He might need help. Is it even possible for you to communicate with him through this dreaming thing?”

Remy shrugged, not having experimented with their power before. “I’m not sure. No one else has my kind of dreams, even in the Hypnos cabin.”

Em nodded. “You should try it. Just to see if it’s possible.”

Remy digested what she said. Logically, it made sense. They could learn more about their powers and potentially help someone. If they couldn’t communicate - which Remy doubted based on the way the boy had looked at them, full of terror - then it was no harm done. They nodded, laying down with their head next to Em’s lap.

“What - what are you doing?” Em asked, a blush creeping onto her face.

“Taking a nap. Thought that was obvious, sweetheart.” They winked at Em, but again, it wasn’t very effective as they still had their sunglasses on. Photophobia really was a bitch.

“Here? Are you comfortable enough to sleep?” Em questioned, worry on her face.

Remy smiled. “Don’t worry about me, babes. Child of Hypnos perks, I can fall asleep anywhere whether or not I’m comfortable, and I won’t wake up with any cricks in my neck or anything.”

Em frowned. “Just because you can fall asleep without being comfortable doesn’t mean you have to.” She shrugged off her jacket and folded it into a pillow. She carefully shifter their head so she could place the jacket underneath. “There.”

They were bewildered. “Why-?”

“Because now you have a pillow. I’ll stay here until you wake up. I have a book, don’t worry. So sleep safely, Rems.” Em said fiercely. She smiled. “I got your back.”

Remy blushed, turning on their side to hide it.

“Thank you.” They muttered before falling asleep on Em’s jacket.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Remy was back in the casino.

    Bright lights, loud noises - they cringed slightly, pushing up their sunglasses to try and lessen the oncoming headache. They hated their photophobia.

    “I know you.” A voice said behind them. “Every now and then you show up. But only if I haven’t eaten a lotus in a while.”

    Remy turned around and saw the boy from before. They were shocked by how beautiful the boy was up close. Also by how wary he seemed to be of them. Remy stuck their hand out to the boy. “I’m Remy. My pronouns are they/them, what about you, babes?”

    A flash of surprise flitted across the boy’s face, obviously having never had someone introduce themself with name and pronouns, nor asked him. He quickly schooled his face back into its original guarded expression.

    “He/him. You may call me Anxiety.” He was not willing to share his name quite yet.

    Remy frowned but didn’t say anything. “What is this place, Anxiety?”

    Anxiety shrugged, obviously glad that they hadn’t said anything. “Casino. They serve water and lotus flowers. Water’s harmless, but the lotus flowers neutralize your brain or something. Head goes foggy and you can’t remember how long you’ve been here.”

    Remy slowly nodded. “That sounds totes not good, babes. What day was it when you got here? Can you remember how long it’s been?”

    Anxiety shrugged again. “I only eat the lotus when I have to, every time I get so hungry that I nearly die. I usually fake it until then though. And it was September 1st, 1989 when I came here.”

    Remy’s jaw dropped. “Anxiety, hon, it’s April 17th.”

    Anxiety’s brow furrowed. “So I’ve only been here a couple of months? That’s like- a year less than I was expecting.”

    “Babes, it’s April 17th, 2019.”

    Anxiety immediately shook his head. “No, I can’t be-”

    Remy’s hearing was cut off as they heard someone shout their name, their vision going blurry. Someone was trying to wake them up. Anxiety noticed Remy fading and immediately tensed.

    “You’re leaving.” He said solemnly.

    Remy nodded, opening their mouth to apologize for leaving so soon but instead they faded away into nothing.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Remy shot up, nearly knocking heads with Em.

    “Are you okay, Rems?” Em asked, putting a hand on their forehead, checking for a fever. “You were shaking horribly, like you were having a seizure or something. I was worried.”

    Remy nodded, looking at Em, their eyes flicking down to see Em’s pronoun necklace, realizing that while they slept, it had changed from she to he. They smiled, looking into Em’s eyes.

    “Well it seems that an angel of a boy saved me, sweetheart.”

    Emile blushed, moving his hand away from Remy’s forehead. Remy caught his hand, raising it to their lips and kissed it softly. “It’s true, love.”

    Emile smiled, bringing Remy into a hug. “I like being friends with you too, Rems.”

    Remy sighed, hugging Emile back. “Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

    Emile smiled wider into Remy’s shoulder before pulling back and kissing their cheek. “C’mon, let’s get back.”

    He stood up, holding out a hand to them. Remy smiled, grabbing Emile’s hand and pulling themself up. “Yeah. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure your skirt doesn’t get caught, pretty boy.”

    Emile laughed, hugging Remy again. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Rems.”

    Remy smirked, picking Emile up and maneuvering him so they carried him bridal style. “Same to you, sweetheart.”

    Emile giggled, turning his face away from Remy. Not seeing how their face dropped as soon as he wasn’t looking. Wishing the two of them could be more than just friends.

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roommates (bucky barnes)

NEW NEIGHBORS

summary: the mundanity of being roommates with bucky.

pairings: au!bucky barnes x fem!reader (platonic/EXTREME slow burn)

warnings: swearing

a/n: a new character has been added in...

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y/n was awaken at the ungodly hour of 3 in the morning because of furniture being moved. her bedroom shared a wall with the next apartment over. before, it hadn’t been a problem. she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore it. she pulled pillows over her head to no avail. eventually she threw the covers to the floor and stormed to bucky’s room.

“bucky!” she exclaimed, bouncing onto his bed. she kneeled over him, hands on her hips.

he sleepily opened an eye at her. “hm, baby?” finn the kitten was sleeping next to his head. he meowed at y/n.

“our new neighbors are dickheads. go fight them,” she gently tugged on the blanket that covered him.

“sleep for a little bit.” he grabbed a hold of her waist, pulling her down. she lost her balance, falling beside him just as he had planned.

“bucky, no,” she protested. “i’m going insane.”

“just sleep here,” he insisted. his eyes began drooping.

“your bed sucks.”

“ouch.”

“if you go and talk to them, i will let you sleep in my bed tomorrow night and take naps in it for the next week,” she suggested.

“talk later. slept late. stay if you wanna.”

“you have to talk to them at 6, or the deal’s off.”

“yes, baby. sleep, baby.”

for the next three hours, bucky slept soundly beside her. his face was pressed against the pillow, lips parted. she couldn’t fall back asleep, so she laid on her back staring up at the ceiling. she looked at the alarm clock on the night side table every now and then. sometime an hour later, bucky rolled over onto her. his head came to rest just below her chest, his arm thrown over her waist. she let out a long breath, through her nose. she brought her hands up to his soft hair, carding her fingers through. slowly, she fell asleep.

the alarm clock read 5:54 when she woke up again. she was somehow on bucky’s side of the bed, and finn the boy cat was sleeping on her head. she pushed him away, earning a meow of protest. bucky’s leg was thrown over her stomach, and his head was hanging off of the edge of the bed. she shoved it off, receiving a grunt. she got up, pushing the heels of her palms into her eyes.

she picked up a long sleeved shirt from the ground, pulling it over her head as she made her way to the bathroom. she did her business and brushed her teeth and hair before returning.

“wake up.” she bumped his hip with her knee. he jerked awake his body, falling to the ground. she stumbled back, hitting her head on the wall just behind her. “ah, fuck, bucky!” she exclaimed, rubbing her head.

“what the fuck?” he groaned. “you’re the one who attacked me!”

“whatever. get up. you have to fight the neighbors.”

“no.”

“bucky, you promised!”

five minutes later, he had used the bathroom, pulled on a shirt, and raked some pomade through his hair.

“do you wanna grab some bagels after this?” he asked her, grabbing his wallet and keys. “i’ll pay.”

“if you insist,” she responded, putting on her birkenstock’s. “do i look fine?” her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a pair of flowy striped shorts and his white thermal shirt.

“you look beautiful,” he answered, sticking his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. “ready to go?”

“yes, let’s go fight these assholes.”

when bucky and y/n’s new neighbor opened his door, he was greeted with a very grumpy woman, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. she still looked pretty, despite being evidently pissed off. the scowl faltered when she made eye contact with him and her expression changed to one of mild irritation. the man standing next to her was quite the opposite. he was smiling widely and said, “hey, man! nice to meet you,” and put his hand out.

when bucky and y/n’s new neighbor opened the door, the pair was greeted with a hunk of man. gorgeous blond hair and glittering blue eyes. he wore a tight white shirt that stretched over his pectoral muscles. his face was slightly confused. y/n pressed her lips together to keep from drooling.

“hey man, nice to meet you!” bucky put his hand out, “we’re your neighbors, in 19c.”

“nice to meet you, too,” he said, cautiously, accepting his hand and shaking it.

“i’m bucky, and this is y/n, we just wanted to stop by and say hello before we headed out for breakfast. you’ve been moving around for quite some time, huh?”

“oh, i’m sorry, was i disturbing you?” he grew concerned.

“no,” bucky said at the same time that y/n said, “yes.”

he shot her a glare before turning his head back. “you weren’t! if you need any help, let us know.”

“thank you, bucky. i really appreciate it. i’m sorry if i woke you up last night.”

“don’t worry about it. i didn’t catch your name.”

“oh, i’m steve.” he held his hand out again. “nice to meet you. you said bucky, right?”

“yes,” bucky shook his hand.

“and y/n,” steve shifted his attention to her.

“y/n,” she repeated, taking his hand after bucky kicked her foot.

“thank you for stopping by. i’ll see you around!”

“goddamn, he’s so sexy!” y/n blurted out the second the door closed. steve heard it. his face went red.

bucky rolled his eyes, beginning to walk down the hallway, peeling her away from his door. “are you gonna be able to keep yourself away from him?” he teased, nudging her shoulder with his.

“oh, god. i don’t know,” she sighed. “have you ever seen a man that beautiful?”

“yes. every morning when i look in the mirror.”

“oh, c’mon bucky. you know how attractive you are. but, he. he really did that.”

“i don’t understand you when you speak like that.”

“oh, shut up.”

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Home | Luke Hemmings x Reader

Pairing - Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count - 1.7k

Rating - PG?? It’s like really subtle but theres a suggestive line or two.

A/N - this features Father! and Husband!Luke and it was actually really fun to write. im not great at fluff, so i apologize if it’s not great but i tried my best

“Shh, baby, please. Daddy’ll be home in less than half an hour. Can you just be good until he gets home, yeah?”

Ignoring your desperate pleas, the infant in your arms continued bawling. You groaned in frustration.

“Baby girl, please. I don’t know what you want! You didn’t want any food, you didn’t go potty, I don’t know, boo boo,” you cooed to her, raising your voice to what Luke called your “baby talking voice.” You gently bounced her up on down on your hip, doing anything that came to mind to calm her.

“Do you need nappy? Nap nap?” You internally rolled your eyes at yourself, referring to her favorite blanket as nappy.

“I have one baby, and I go absolutely insane,” you muttered to yourself as you made your way to the room you and Luke had converted into a nursery. Reaching into the crib, you grabbed the small blanket, pulling it up to her face level.

“This what you want, huh?” Instantly, her crying stopped, and a smile made its way onto her face. She reached out for it, making grabby hands. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby girl,” you whispered as you pressed a kiss against the top of her head, tucking the fabric around her.

“Let’s go wait for daddy, yeah?”

She let out a gurgle, and you accepted that as approval enough. Adjusting her on your waist once more, you two made your way back into the kitchen. Setting her back down in the high chair, you resumed what you had been doing before she began crying: making dinner for Luke and yourself. He’d had a long day, getting up early and being in the studio until late.

Ever since the two of you had Livvy, sleep had become an almost foreign concept. One or both of you would always wake up in dead of night to screaming and crying from her room. But you wouldn’t have it any other way - married to the love of your life, a beautiful baby girl that you got to call your own; nothing could make you happier.

You stirred the chicken in the pan, checking on the vegetables in the pot sitting on the next burner. You heard the distinct sound of the front door opening and closing.

“I’m home, baby girls!” The voice of your husband filled the house.

“In the kitchen,” you yelled back.

A pair of arms wrapped around your middle, and a curly haired face appeared by your shoulder, buried in the soft fabric of your shirt. “Hey baby,” he mumbled.

“Hello,” you smiled softly.

“What’s on the menu?” He propped his head up, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“For us, it is teriyaki chicken with a veggie stir fry. For her,” you motioned to the infant in her seat, “it’s gonna be applesauce.” He let go of you and stood over the baby. She lifted her hands up to him.

“Ah, and how has my princess been today?” He lifted Livvy out of her seat, not grabbing her blanket.

“Oh Luke don’t--”

Your warning was cut off by the shrieking cry that only a 5-month old can manage.

“Jesus, Liv.” He snatched the blanket up, holding it in front of her face. She quieted almost immediately, giving him the same toothless smile she gave you.

“Were you a good girl for mommy while daddy was gone?” His voice was raised to the baby talking voice, bringing a smile to your face. He always sounded adorable like that.

You chuckled slightly. “If by ‘good girl’ you mean a crying screaming mess, then yes, she was perfect.” Grabbing plates down from the cabinet, you placed the food almost messily on the two plates, setting them down on the table.

“I’ll grab the silverware,” he rested Livvy against his hip - quite like you had done - and grabbed two forks and a spoon.

“She likes you more, it’s unfair,” you huffed as you grabbed another applesauce cup out of the fridge.

“She’s daddy’s little girl, isn’t that right?” He smiled as he brought your daughter up to his face, rubbing his nose against hers.

You rolled your eyes. “I think it’s just because you spoil her when you think I’m not looking. Don’t deny it, I know it’s true,” you say with a smirk as he opens his mouth to protest.

All throughout dinner, the two of you took turns giving her spoonfuls of the mushy food, Luke making funny faces as he did.

“Do the dishes for me, babe?” You didn’t give him time to respond as you picked up Livvy - and her blanket, thank god - wiping her face gently with the bib. “I’ve got baby duty.”

Luke groaned. “What if I want baby duty?”

You threw him a smile over your shoulder. “You just don’t want to do the dishes. But I cooked, so I’m not doing them.”

He sighed, but obediently made his way to the sink. You left him to it, taking Livvy with you into the living room, sitting on on the carpeted floor.

“Wanna give crawling a try again, Livvy boo? Show daddy what we did today?”

She smiled at the mention of her father, and started babbling. You scooted back a bit, patting the floor in front of you.

“She’s not a dog, Y/N,” you heard from behind you. Twisting around, you saw your husband leaning against the wall, smirking at you.

“Lucas, I gave birth to her. I am quite aware that she is not a dog. Did you finish loading the dishwasher?”

“I got bored,” he stated simply, making his way over to you, sitting on the floor right next to you.

“Babe!” You slapped his chest playfully.

“Hey, I haven’t seen her all day!” His eyes were indeed on the baby in front of him.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Your argument is valid, but I swear, if those dishes are not done by the time we go to bed--”

“What?” He cut you off, smiling mischievously. “You gonna ground me?”

“I just might. Don’t give me any ideas, Hemmings.”

“I’d never, Hemmings.” He kissed your nose before reaching for your daughter. “So what’s this I hear about you crawling now?” He brought her into his lap, tickling her belly and listening to her giggles.

The evening was spent like that, the three of you quite literally rolling around the floor. Before long, it was a certain little girl’s bedtime.

“Luke, it’s 7:30. We gotta get her in bed or it will be an absolute nightmare tomorrow.

Your fully grown husband looked up at you, lip jutted out and eyes wide. “Five more minutes?”

“No, Lucas. You’re not the one who’s gonna have to spend all day with her tomorrow.”

“But Y/NNN,” he dragged out the last syllable of your name, somehow making his pout ever larger.

“I said no. Now please help me get her ready to sleep. Look at her, she’s dozing off in your arms.”

Indeed, his princess had her eyes closed, resting in his hold.

“Fine,” he sighed, doing his best to stand up without jostling the infant.

You stood with him, leading the way down the hall to the nursery. He ever so gently laid her down in the crib.

“She’s got me completely wrapped around her finger,” he whispered to you. “But that’s okay.”

You leaned against his side, wrapping an arm around to gently run up and down his back.

“She may be a handful, but I love it. I love her. I love you for giving me her. You two mean the world to me.” His whispered confessions filled the room, a gentle caress to the empty air.

“We love you too. She may not be able to say it yet, but I know she does. You can see it in her eyes when you come home and hold her. And you know I love you. I love you more than anything.”

His eyes watered ever so slightly, and he brings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer to his side. Luke pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded softly, interlocking you fingers with his, and led him out of the room. The two of you plopped down on your own bed - or at least you did. Luke crawled over top of you, hovering over your body.

“I love you, Mrs. Hemmings.”

“And I you, Mr. Hemmings.”

He leaned down, slotting his lips against your own, beginning a night of pure bliss.

~~

You both woke in the middle of the night to Livvy’s cries. Your legs were tangled together, your head resting on Luke’s bare chest.

“I don’t wanna move,” you whined.

“I’ll get her,” he sighed, beginning to nudge you off him so he could get up, until you pushed him back down.

“I don’t think your boobs can produce what she probably wants, and we’re out of formula. I got it.”

You picked a nightgown out of the top dresser drawer, throwing it over your body hastily before rushing down the hall to your baby girl.

Sure enough, she wanted some food that only you could give her. After a good twenty five minutes of having Livvy attached to your chest, she began to yawn and close her eyes, unclenching her fists. You rocked her gently in your arms, soothing her back to sleep.

“You and me both kid,” you whispered as she yawned one last time, sleep overtaking her tiny body. You laid her gently back in the crib, ready to return to bed yourself.

However, on your way back into your bedroom, you happened to catch of the kitchen . And the dishes that remained in the sink.

Huffing a sigh, you continued back into your room, laying down on the bed again. Luke sleepily opened his arms for you, and you gratefully slipped back into his hold.

“Lucas Robert Hemmings, you are grounded,” you muttered.

“What for?” His sleep filled voice made you crack a tiny smile.

“There are still dishes that were not put in the dishwasher.”

“Oops.” He buried his nose in your hair, and you could feel his smile.

Yes, this was home. Your husband and your daughter with you, and absolutely nothing could compare.

@cxddlyash

[kitanoko]

`Snow White Au 

todomomo week day 1: Kiss (pretend that todoroki got his red hair from someone else other than endeavor pls…and this is totally not like the original snow white im sorry LOL)

LETS BEGIN THIS JOYOUS WEEEEEK~

genre: humour and fluff

-todoroki was a prince of an ancient land where his mother remarried a man so vile and cruel that todo and his siblings wanted nothing to do with him. His name was Endeavor.

-Now Endeavor wasn’t a bad looking dude but he was clearly jealous of todoroki’s good looks so he asked his magic mirror “mirror, mirror in my hand, who’s the fairest in the land” and the mirror replied “Todoroki Shouto” 

-For once, the mirror answered with someone other than him?!?!?! this was blasphemous! And so, Endeavor was forced to order an assassination of his own step-son. He was NOT going to lose to some kid!

-At the young age of 18, Todo was fleeing for his life after Fuyumi had warned of him of the dangers that were to come. Fuyumi had suspected something was up when she had accidentally bumped into her stepfather’s meeting with two mysterious beings. Her suspicions were proven correct when she had heard him say ‘kill shouto’ as if it was the most normal thing in the world

-Todo thought his sis was joking at first ‘cas are you serious, a grown ass man feeling threatened because of his appearance? Though when he escaped death by a hair when the two assassins came at him at full speed during his hunting trip, he was 100% sure Fuyumi was speaking the truth. Todoroki held his own and was able to knock one of them out instead of fatally wounding him, the other, seeing Todoroki’s kindness towards his partner decides to spare is life. The assassin handed Endeavor the lungs and heart of a wild boar, claiming it to be his stepson’s organs and fools the King. 

-Todoroki galloped with his bags towards the river and found an empty cottage completed with 7 small beds. He found it odd but shrugged, leaving his bag on the floor and horse outside as he fell asleep on the bed labelled ‘grumpy’. 

-the 7 dwarfs came home and freaked out! Who the heck was this dude with such weird hair?! And why was there a horse?! 

-”What the actual fuck?,” Grumpy yelled and Sleepy yawned while mumbling, “what a banquet of darkness.” Grumpy’s anger woke Todo up and he flinched at the sight of the 7 mini people adorned with cute ruby red triangular hats

-Btw if it isn’t obvious enough, bakugou is grumpy, and tokoyami is sleepy. Then, iida is doc, yaoyorozu is happy, haha just kidding, uraraka is happy, deku is bashful, tsuyu is sneezy, and kaminari is dopey

-”Whoa what the–” Todoroki sat upright and almost kneed Bashful in the face. Bashful noticed the prince’s beautiful eyes and turned away shyly. Grumpy snorted.

“Who the motherfuck are you?! Get off my damn bed you dirty piece of shit!” Grumpy kicked Todo on the shin. Todo almost chuckled ‘cas it felt like a tickle.

“I’m the prince, or …was…” 

Everyone gasped. 

Doc pushed Grumpy aside. “Your royal highness, why are you in our abode if I may ask.”

“My father tried to kill me, I just need a place to stay for now.”

The dwarfs looked at each other in concern and huddled up. 

“This may be dangerous …for us.” Dopey said and Sneezy nodded after a few sneezes. Grumpy gritted his teeth and agreed silently, which was unusual for him. Perhaps he felt bad that he overreacted earlier. Doc gave a sigh.

“I think we should help him, we should be helping those in need.” Doc said and it was Happy and Bashful’s turn to agree.

“Fine,” Doc turned to say and Todoroki smiled back. Happy clicked her tongue playfully and lifted herself right next to him. She directed a bright grin at him and he appreciated it. 

-After that todo slowly warmed up to the little dudes and grumpy sorta tried to return the affection. They give awkward glances to each other sometimes when they go fishing (grumpy gives todo advice on how to catch the biggest salmon and that’s the limit to their friendship)

-todo learned that happy enjoys playing catch and she told him that she wants to learn how to fly someday (todo didn’t wanna break it to her but that’s not how the human body works)

-Doc is the smartest of them all and the most reasonable; dopey enjoys daydreaming and cloud watching; bashful is…well…very cute and shy and seems to be the only one who can control grumpy somewhat; sneezy is really good at swimming and can hold her breath underwater for a very long time, so long that todo thought she drowned but she didn’t; sleepy is very poetic and extremely philosophical and todoroki would never know how to have a proper conversation with him….not that he usually could with any of them anyway…and why the heck does sleepy look like a crow and sneezy a frog…strange

-Todo built his own bed with the help of the dwarfs and Grumpy labelled the bed “Weirdo”

-Its been more than 2 weeks and todoroki felt like for once, he could live in peace. He went out to hunt by himself one day, despite the concern of the dwarfs (grumpy was like who the fuck cares if he gets himself killed we’ll all be free, but he didn’t really mean it LOL), and he went further than he had planned (he wasn’t gonna let that deer escape!)

-right before he sent an arrow flying towards the poor deer, he caught sight of… a human nearby? in the middle of these woods? He followed the swift silhouette with a stern gaze and he leapt off his horse (his horse is named Pretty Peach btw, a name given by Fuyumi, ‘cas it has a strawberry blonde mane). 

-”Who’s there?” Todoroki called, hands gripped tightly on his bow. If its another assassin, he may not be as kind this time. “Is it a hobby of yours to hide behind trees? Come out or I’ll shoot.” 

-The figure emerged and …hell no. It’s of course the most elegant woman he had ever laid his heterochromatic eyes on. How was he gonna kill her now?

-”I’m..I’m just a guard! My name’s Momo!” She replied, hand in front of her defensively, “I mean you no harm!” Seeing that her hands were away from the hilt of her fachion, he relaxed.

-Todoroki patiently waited for her explanation and turns out she was just intrigued by his hunting skills and wanted to learn for herself. 

“Not that I could ever hurt these animals,” she confessed and the deer licked her outreached palm. It fled after. 

-So anyways, after that mostly-silent encounter, todoroki met her a few more times and brought the dwarfs along with him; she came whenever she had a break from guarding whoever the nobility was from the next kingdom

-She was like those disney princesses that has a bunch of animal friends for no apparent reason but of course she was no damsel-in-distress ‘cas she could slice anything in half without a blink. Todo actually somewhat scared of her. Or he’s fallen in love. He shook his head. Nah, no way. Those goosebumps he gets when he sees her swing her falchion was ‘cas its cold. That must be it.

-Doc raised his concern over other ppl spotting Todo if he goes off too far and yes it actually happens ‘cas todo was too into his new ‘friendship’ with momo and a spy told Endeavor his discoveries. 

-one day when todo and momo met up again, this time to string necklaces out of wildflowers because momo wanted to do something different for once (Grumpy knew todoroki was crushing hard on momo at this point but todo was too damn clueless to do anything about it), they get ambushed by a group of mercenaries hired by Endeavor 

-momo surprised todo ‘cas she basically told him to sit still and she owns all of their asses single-handed and todo gulped. yes. okay. his heart was racing but not because they were about to get killed but ‘cas he’s fallen hard and fast for this crazy fighter girl with a big ass sword.

-”I can’t believe they RUINED my necklaces, look at these daisies?! They’re trampled! UGH!” Momo complained, fists clenched as they head back to the cottage. 

Todo snorted.

“AND your FATHER sent them to kill you? How absurd!” 

She went on and on and todoroki’s just chucklng at her flushed face from the battle earlier. 

“The next time I see your father, he will feel my wrath!” 

Todo stopped dead in his tracks and pulled her to him with one hand and awkwardly said, “You’re really cute Momo.”

And her face gets even more red and she just stopped talking on the rest of the way home.

-Okay so news get back to Endeavor that the mercenaries pretty much all in critical condition. “An insanely skilled lady” was with todo and Endeavor’s like “alright I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

-Endeavor dressed up as a witch (he gotta disguise himself ‘cas it’d be weird if people saw a King out by himself and somehow dressing as a witch felt right) and went to the forest and also brought a box of poisoned soba along ‘cas his stepson loves soba. Hopefully this mysterious lady with him also loves soba

-Endeavor found the dwarfs’ cottage and left the box at the doorstep (yes he knew todo lived there ‘cas the spy had tipped him). Endeavor hid behind a bush and saw Dopey bring the box inside the cottage and he smirked

-”Yo these noodles don’t look right.” Grumpy pushed the box away from his face and Dopey looked sad. “I ain’t eating this shit, someone try it first in case I die. I’m too cool to die.”

“Grump-chan please don’t say that,” Bashful said.

Todoroki looked at it and Momo swore his eyes lit up.

“Soba, it’s good,” Todo merely said and he took the chopstick that came in the box and took a bite.

Oh shit.

“Fuck, his face doesn’t look right. And I mean it looks even more messed up than before,” Grumpy said.

Todoroki felt the world spin before him and he just collapsed onto the floor. Momo freaked out but found his pulse and his breathing steady.

“He looks like he’s taking a nap…” Sleepy noted.

“Don’t say it…”

“…Of darkness,” Sleepy finished.

-Momo lifted Todo onto the nearest bed and Doc examined todo and doc’s like “I think he’s in a coma”

-Now a week passed but todo still didn’t wake up. Momo said she’ll find a doctor to come and see what to do. The doctor refused to go to the forest with Momo ‘cas that sounded sketch

-Momo came back defeated and Bashful randomly went, “hey…have you ever read those…children’s books?”

Momo’s like “what?” And Bashful’s like “most stories say curses are broken by a kiss from true love!”

Everyone looked at each other and Grumpy’s like “well no shit you have to be the one to kiss him, I ain’t doing it.” 

“But why me?” Momo asked and Grumpy told her how he suspected that there’s something way deeper than friendship going on between them and Momo got all flustered and she felt it too but it was hard admitting it.

“Don’t kiss him on the lips though,” Doc said matter-of-factly, “what if you got poisoned too.”

Happy and Bashful covered their faces, feeling embarassed for Momo

-She leaned closer to todo, and he appeared so peaceful sleeping like that and she was starting to feel her cheeks heat up. This was her first time kissing anyone! Ever! The distance between them close in and Momo gave him a peck on the cheek. Suddenly, Todo’s eyelids fluttered open.

-”Why is everyone –OMPHF” 

Momo wrapped herself around him before he could finish the question

-Momo was really angry now, whoever this person was, she’s guessing todo’s douchebag father, gotta pay for what he did. She devised a plan. Todo told her the plan was too dangerous but she reassured him that she had thought of plan B to Z if plan A didn’t work out.

-Momo went to the castle dressed as a man the day after, and acted as if she had an important tip to tell the King in regards to the prince

-Okay Fuyumi’s like wtf right now btw ‘cas her brother just escaped death three times?

-Momo told Endeavor to follow her to the forest because she saw the prince still alive. Endeavor’s knights said they’d go with him but he had had enough of failed plans. Even the soba didn’t work goddammit

-Endeavor was weary but Momo was so good at acting; she led him towards a trap built by the dwarfs and Endeavor’s horse gets caught in a bear trap. The King fell to his knees as his horse crashed onto the ground. And with a broken ankle, he tried to stand back up but Momo held a sword against his neck 

Endeavor was named one of the most powerful men for a reason. He knocked her back and sent Momo flying. Todo and the dwarfs saw this from behind the trees and they run to help her.

-”What…Shouto…you became friends with these midgets?!” Endeavor roared. 

The dwarfs took offence to that and they kept throwing rocks at him and Grumpy headbutts him and stomped on his broken ankle. The King winced in pain and with the help of Todo, the dwarfs somehow cornered him to the cliffs. With one false step, the King slipped and fell to the depths below

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” 

Todoroki heard his father’s screams echo. 

-Though that was a horrid end to his filthy father, Todoroki was happy as now his family was free from his evil reign. Todo returned to the castle but still visited the dwarfs every week. 

Momo was invited to the castle from time to time and Todo finally proposed to her with flower necklaces that she taught him to make before; the dwarfs helped them set up a wedding ceremony in the meadows and all of Momo’s animal friends came as well.

The end

[askdarus]

Cutscene: Post-9x02

Story update, character development, a new character, oh my!

“How do you do it?” Paul asked softly. His head was pounding, mostly because Richie was up screaming most of the night.

“You mean Gracie?” Aaron asked, looking at his daughter, who was napping in his arms, “Paul, I have one...you have two kids. I can’t really-” he winced when Meredith ran through screaming with Richie running after her, “I can’t really give you advice there.”

“But you’re doing it alone,” Paul said quickly, not even phased by the screaming at this point, “Just...how?”

Aaron looked up at him, shocked, “You want to do it alone?”

“No,” Paul mumbled, “I don’t...want to. I love Daryl, you know that. But lately…” he swallowed, “Aaron, Richie doesn’t even want to speak with him on the rare occasion he’s home. I thought with Carol taking over the Sanctuary that things would be better, but they aren’t. He just turned into Maggie’s lacky instead of Rick’s,” he said quickly and sniffled, “I respect Maggie’s decision, hell...I would have done the same thing,” he swallowed, “But why...why’s it always my husband that does the dirty work, huh?” he demanded, “Why’s it always my family that gets bit in the ass?”

Aaron pursed his lips but didn’t say anything, just looked down at Gracie, who was napping in his arms, “Hey, I bet we could start getting a daycare going here. There’s a school, at the Kingdom, yeah...but nothing for the younger ones,” he looked up at him, “I’m sure we could find someone interested in teaching...and it would do you good not to be in the house all the time.”

“Alex says I’m getting paler,” Paul snorted, rolling his eyes.

“And how is Alex?” Aaron asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Paul pursed his lips, looking out the window, “He’s…” he trailed off and shook his head, “He’s certainly...looking at me,” he snorted, “Don’t tell Daryl...I’ll never hear the end of it if he knows he was right about him still…” he shook his head again and winced when Meredith let out a particularly loud screech, “Mer, quiet down a little,” he called, standing up and looking through the cabinets, “Daddy has a headache.”

“Need me to get you something from Harlan? I can run over to the trailer,” Aaron told him.

Paul shook his head and held up a bottle, “He already got to me,” he laughed, leaning on the counter, “Somehow he noticed I had one...despite looking after about four communities.”

“At least he has Siddiq...and Alex, I guess,” Aaron smirked.

“It’s never good to have Alex,” Paul snorted, “The good doctors probably need these more than I do with him around.”

Aaron walked up and clasped his shoulder, “I’ll ask around about getting a daycare set up,” he said, “Hang in there.”

Paul smiled at him weakly, “Thanks, Aaron,” he said, watching as he walked out. He popped the tylenol Harlan had given him and put the bottle away before looking up at the clock on the wall.

Noon.

Paul sighed, walking down the hallway towards the other bedroom, “Vi, c’mon, you can’t be sleeping this late, they’re going to start calling you lazy,” he said, knocking on the door for a moment.

Silence.

Paul sighed again, “Vi-” he opened the door and froze.

There, was his little sister, in bed with someone else from Hilltop.

It wasn’t the first time he’d sadly walked in on her...Violette had walked in on him several times as well. During the few months their parents gave them to spend together in the summer, the two always got into trouble...it was just who they were.

Hell, you leave two people in their teens in a beach house for months, there was bound to be trouble.

“VIOLETTE!” Paul snapped.

“What?” his sister groaned, burying her face in the pillow.

“It’s noon and you’re naked with…” he trailed off, gesturing to the woman beside her.

“Lily,” Violette said, “Who just got back last night, Paul.”

Paul felt his anger dissipate immediately and he grinned, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Well, you’re still just as high strung as she described,” Lily said, turning to him despite not having anything to cover her chest and nothing on.

Paul immediately put his hand over his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

“Yup,” Violette said, tossing her a shirt with a grin.

Paul rolled over in bed at three in the morning, wincing as he grabbed his phone.

He really didn’t  need his father waking up, especially from a noise. It would immediately turn into lockdown mode and he didn’t feel like dealing with sitting in the basement until morning when his father deemed it safe.

“Hello?” Paul asked, his voice scratchy.

“Paulie?” Violette whispered on the other line, “Hey, little brother, how’s it going?”

From the time Paul was adopted, Violette was determined that she was the older sibling, despite being younger. Paul was adopted after Violette was born, so she was determined that she was the older one here.

Violette was twenty one now and Paul was twenty four. Violette was living in New York with a job at an upcoming fashion industry, three hours behind him, since he was still living with their father in California.

“What’s goin’ on, Vi? It’s three in the morning,” Paul said, rubbing his eyes.

“I met...the most amazing girl,” Violette said, giggling drunkly, “Her name is Lily Marie Teller...fuck, Paulie, you’re gonna love her.”

Paul rolled his eyes, sure this wasn’t going to go anywhere. He’d dealt with plenty of calls like this from his sister before.

But it did go somewhere...it went to Violette bringing Lily to their annual summer trip, to meeting their dad, to bringing her all their family holidays…

“Welcome back,” Paul said, still looking up, “How’d you find this place?”

“Saw some of the signs in Ohio. I was with a small community, nothing big...” Lily said, pulling her shirt on, “Figured...if the Rovias were anywhere, they’d be in a big place like this,” she smirked, “The two of you were always so preppy, I figured you’d have to have a place with a mansion.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “Well...I’ll introduce you to my husband when he shows up. Have you met the kids?”

“Not yet,” Lily grinned, “But I’d love to.”

Then, it hit Paul.

Lily.

Lily was a pre-school teacher.

Finally, things would start going his way, especially with Aaron looking to start a daycare.

“Well, lunch will be soon, you can meet them then,” Paul said, turning around with his hand still over his eyes.

He ran right into the wall, making the two burst out laughing.

“So...when’s that husband of yours coming home?” Lily asked that night, “Starting to think he’s made up.”

“Funny,” Paul snorted, crossing his arms as the kids watched and old VHS tape, “He comes around eventually,” he said.

Paul watched as Violette gave Lily a little shake of her head, a silent don’t bring it up.

Someone knocked on the door.

Paul sighed and got up, almost tripping over one of Snowball’s four children in the process. He was pretty sure it was Buttercup that was under his feet.

He swung open the door and Alex stood there. Paul sighed and stepped outside, “What, Alex?” he demanded immediately, leaving the door slightly cracked behind him.

Alex handed him a paper.

Paul sighed and took it, “Is that all?”

“Yeah,” Alex nodded.

They stood there in silence.

“Are you going to read it?” Alex asked.

Paul sighed and opened it, reading down the page quickly.

Dear Paul,

I know this is kind of weird...a letter. It’s the same way that we called things off...but I’m also hoping it can be a new beginning for us too.

It’s no secret around here and probably outside of the community that you have been having issues with Daryl...hell, you’re not the only one. But after tonight, after what I’ve heard, I’m saying this as your friend as well as the person who is still very much in love with you, that I fear he’s dangerous.

That being said, we don’t have to tell anyone if you’d ever want to

Paul stopped reading and shoved the letter into his arms, “Okay...first of all...no. Just...no. We’re not,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “We’re not getting back together, Alex. Are you completely insane?” he demanded, “I have two kids...just…” he shook his head, “Second, what did you hear?”

“You haven’t heard?” Alex asked, “Harlan and Siddiq are getting ready to leave now. Aaron’s arm was amputated at the sight of the bridge construction. Apparently the Saviors dropped a bunch of logs on it and Daryl lost his shit, beat the guy with a pan or something,” he snorted, rubbing his arm awkwardly, “Not exactly safe to be around kids.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll be the judge of that,” Paul snapped, “Alex, you’re my friend. I thought we were on a good page and then you just…” he took a shaky breath, “I need to...can you leave?” he demanded before walking inside and grabbing his coat.

He looked at Violette and Lily, “Can you put them to bed when it’s time? I need to go.”

“What’s up?” Lily asked immediately.

“Family emergency...stay with them,” Paul said before dashing out the door. He pulled his beanie down over his head and waved down the car that Harlan and Siddiq were in just before it headed out of the gate, “I’m going with,” he called, getting in the car.

Paul rushed into camp, following quickly behind Harlan and Siddiq as they rushed to the medical tent. He looked around and caught eyes with Rick for a moment before trying to hurry after them before he caught up.

“Jesus, wait a minute,” Rick called.

Paul sighed and turned around, “Yes?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Look,” Rick cleared his throat, “I know me and Daryl haven’t been on...the best of terms lately. But I wanted you to know...you ain’t alone in this. We’re a family, you included. Okay?”

Paul nodded, not saying anything.

“What are you doin’ here?” a shocked voice asked.

Paul turned around and saw Daryl. He quickly pulled him into a hug.

Daryl hugged him back, “Sorry,” he mumbled against his shoulder, “Was tryna get back, but this happened a-and I…” he took a shaky breath, “Couldn’t leave ‘im, Paul, you gotta understand.”

“I know, I know,” Paul said, carding his fingers through his hair, “C’mon, let’s go inside and see what the docs say,” he said.

And the two went inside to check on their friend.

[gracetrack-higgins]

3am

I already posted this on Ao3 but here it is again for all you lovely Tumblr people!! Spot and Race adopt a baby and Spot gets very introspective and sappy at 3am about it. 

this is the cutest thing i’ve written to date. soft spot conlon wrecks my heart.

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13425714

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Spot Conlon was used to staying up late and never really had any problems with late nights, or even all-nighters. But his lifestyle changed a lot the older he got. The stamina for the all-nighters he’d had in college was significantly less. He had a schedule now. Go to bed by midnight, up by seven, out the door by eight, in the office by eight-thirty. When he was younger the thought of stability and routines were both terrifying and repulsing, but now that he had it, Spot wished he didn’t waste so much time avoiding it. He’d spent a lot of time as a young adult avoiding the life he loved now, and was internally fighting regretting all the wasted time.

Younger Spot was terrified of the things that made Older Spot so happy. Younger Spot was afraid of school and doing anything that wasn’t sports. Younger Spot was afraid of the way he felt about his best friend. Younger Spot was afraid of getting a job and an apartment. Younger Spot was downright terrified of getting married or having kids or settling down.

But Spot faced all his fears. He quit sports, went to law school, got a great job as a lawyer at an extremely competitive law firm in downtown Manhattan, moved in with his boyfriend, eventually got married to his boyfriend, and settled in a life together.

And now they just adopted a child. Which was sending their lives down a whole ‘nother crazy road Spot never wanted. But now that he was on it, he didn’t know why he’d ever wanted anything else.

It was three am, way too late for Spot to be happy about being up, but this time, he didn’t mind. He stood in the lush apartment’s kitchen holding a baby in one strong arm, rocking her as she fussed, simultaneously making a bottle with his free hand. He bounced the baby gently, screwing the lid of the bottle on tight and shaking it gently before offering it to the infant, letting her eat.

Spot and his husband Race finalized the adoption of their daughter only a week and a half ago, and despite the parenting classes, baby books, social worker visits and advice from their friends, having a baby was still an insane change. They’d waited for years for the chance to adopt a baby and went through a rigorous adoption process once they were finally off a waiting list and matched with a child.

And then just like that, Brooklyn Higgins-Conlon was theirs. Their apartment became overrun with baby supplies. Bottles and toys and strollers and diapers and blankets and onesies filled every corner of their formerly-typical-guys’-apartment. Instead of takeout and beer, their fridge was now filled with baby food and formula. Race and Spot had been taking turns staying up with their new daughter as they attempted to get her on a sleep schedule like all the books said they were supposed to. But like her fathers, Brooklyn Higgins-Conlon seemed not to care too much about rules, or following them.

Spot swayed back and forth, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Brooklyn drinking from the bottle hungrily.

“Geez kiddo,” he said softly, “Ya only ate a couple’a hours ago, you’s actin’ like we’s starvin’ ya.”

Brooklyn’s big dark eyes were drifting shut as she continued to eat.

“And now you’s gonna crash on me?” Spot teased, “After all’a that fuss?”

Brooklyn snuffled, finishing the bottle and sighing a little as her tiny eyes shut and she promptly fell asleep. Spot set the bottle down on the table and shifted the baby in his arms so she snuggled into his chest. Spot glanced at the clock. 3:34am.

Rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand, Spot carried his sleeping daughter back to his and Race’s master bedroom, setting her down in the crib at the foot of their bed, and then climbing back into bed next to his sprawled out husband. Spot just slid his hand around Race’s waist, getting comfortable and closing his eyes, when he heard whimpers.

Nononono. Please stay asleep.

The whimpers turned into whines.

Ugghghhhhh.

The whines quickly turned into cries, which reached screeches within seconds. Spot groaned, Race stirred next to him, shoving his head under the pillow, slapping at Spot lazily.

“Spottyyyyy,” Race whined, and Spot shushed him, quickly slipping out of bed again to pick up the screaming baby.

“Alright missy.” Spot said as he held the baby to his shoulder, bouncing her as he left the bedroom, closing the door with his foot and going back into the small family room, pacing back and forth, trying to get the baby to stop crying.

“C’mon Brooklyn,” Spot muttered, patting the baby’s back lightly. After a few moments she calmed down, but refused to be put down, so Spot sat on the couch, holding his four month old daughter in his arms, trying to get her to go back to sleep.

“You’s a handful, Lil’ Miss.” Spot told her softly, letting Brooklyn suck on his fingers. “It’s almost four in the mornin’. You’s lucky I took time off’a work, otherwise I’d be a very grumpy Daddy havin’ ta get up early.”

Brooklyn cooed and Spot smirked.

“Ya think it’s funny?” he snorted. “One’a these days I ain’t gonna be able to stay home all the time, an’ then it won’t be so funny.”

Brooklyn gurgled a laugh and Spot shook his head.

“Yeah yeah, go on an’ laugh.” Spot pulled his fingers from the baby’s mouth and she shrieked in protest. He quickly shushed her, handing her a baby toy to play with instead. “It ain’t gonna be half as funny for me, Princess. ‘m already dreadin’ it.”

Brooklyn waved the toy at Spot, who grinned a little. He made a face at her, which prompted a new bout of giggles.

“I wish I had your energy.”

Brooklyn giggled more, bouncing in his arms. He bounced a little too, hushing her as her giggles turned into shrieks.

“Shhhh, Papa’s sleepin’, you’s gonna wake ‘im up. He already spent all night up wit’ ya last night, ya lil monster.”

Brooklyn seemed to get the memo, shoving the toy back into her mouth, resting against Spot’s strong arm as he held her close.

“Finally gettin’ sleepy?” he asked, rocking her instinctively. He was surprised at how easily some of this baby stuff had come to him, since until Jack and Kath’s kids were born, he’d never even held a baby. And at first, the prospect of raising a child, having a kid relying on him for food and shelter and life and…well, everything, was terrifying. But now, at four in the morning, holding Brooklyn in his arms, he wanted to give her everything and anything. It put everything in perspective. He didn’t want to go to work. He wanted to stay home and change diapers and make bottles and watch her nap. He wanted to hear her first words and watch her take her first steps and be there for everything. The thought of having to be at work all day instead of at home with her and Race made Spot’s stomach ache a little with sadness. And they’d only had her for a little over a week. How was he this attached after such a short amount of time? Why did she feel like a piece of him that’d been missing?

“There we go,” Spot said encouragingly as Brooklyn started to calm down, and he replaced the toy in her mouth with a pacifier instead. He rocked her back and forth gently, running his free hand lightly through her soft dark curls. “That’s my girl.” he smiled.

“I ain’t never thought I’d be sittin’ here,” he told her softly, “In my own place. Married to anyone, let alone your Papa.” he booped her tiny nose. “Holdin’ you.” Spot sighed contentedly. “Now I dunno what I’d do without ya.”

Brooklyn’s eyelids started to drift as Spot continued to rock her.

“I know I ain’t gonna be great at this,” Spot told her next as Brooklyn’s little tan hand wrapped around his finger. “Bein’ a dad. I didn’t have one, so…” he shrugged. “I’m not too sure what ‘m doin’ half the time. But I promise, I’ll do everythin’ I can to make sure you’s happy an’ you’s loved, ‘kay?”

Brooklyn’s little eyes closed and he smiled.

“Good.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, still rocking her gently to make sure she stayed asleep.

“I think you’s pretty great at this.”

Spot looked up at the sound of his husband’s voice and rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, you heard that?”

Race smirked, curling up next to Spot on the couch, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” he smiled. “It was real cute.” Race looked at the baby asleep in the crook of Spot’s arm. “An’ she’s sleepin’, so you’s definitely doin’ somethin’ right.”

Spot groaned lightly, but tilted his head to rest against Race’s.

“Bein’ a dad is a lotta work.” he said, and Race nodded.

“Yeah, it sure is.” Race yawned, reaching one hand over to gently to brush at Brooklyn’s curls. “‘s a good thing she’s cute.”

Spot smirked. “I think she knows it, too. She knows we’ll let her get away with anythin’.”

Race breathed a laugh. “Yeah, an’ that’ll only get worse as she gets older.”

Spot nodded in agreement, both his and Race’s eyes watching their sleeping baby.

“‘m real glad we’re doin’ this,” Spot whispered, “I’m sorry I made ya wait so long.”

Race shook his head. “If we didn’t wait, we wouldn’t have Brooklyn.” he said simply. “An’ she’s perfect.”

Spot smiled. “She is.”

“An’ so’re you.” Race added, and Spot rolled his eyes jokingly.

“Ew, affection.” he whined, laughing as Race flicked him in the head and then pulled him into a kiss.

“Love you,” Spot offered between kisses.

“Love you too.”

Race smiled as they parted and stood from the couch, holding out a hand for Spot to join him. He did, taking Race’s hand in his, Brooklyn still asleep in his arm.

“Maybe she’ll finally stay asleep.” Race said hopefully as they started back to the bedroom.

“She can just sleep with us,” Spot joked, “Since she’s so attached.”

Race shoved his husband’s shoulder lightly. “Allow me to reference chapter 14 of every parenting book ever: Co-Sleeping Is A Trap Do Not Do It. We ain’t doin’ it.”

“I know, I know.” Spot laughed, setting the baby down in her crib gently, watching her for a second before joining Race back in bed. “If she cries again it’s your turn.”

Race mocked offense. “After last night? How dare you?”

Spot pushed Race down against the mattress, tucking a hand around his waist and pulling him close as they got comfortable.

“You overheard my private sappy conversation with our baby. It’s the least ya can do.”

Race snorted, burying his face in Spot’s t-shirt as he snuggled against him.

“Shut up an’ go to sleep.” Race murmured and Spot smiled, kissing Race’s curls and relaxing against him.

“Night, Racer.” Spot whispered.

“It’s mornin’.” Race mumbled.

“Mornin’, then.” Spot amended, smiling as he felt Race’s smile against his chest.

“Sleep, moron.” Race drawled, and Spot grunted, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

Now please don’t wake up again. He thought to his daughter as he finally drifted back to sleep.

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[actually-impostor]

The ‘Logic says “I love you” in different languages to Anxiety’ ask was a prompt if you want to write it or just to share if you don’t want to write it. I thought it was a cute idea and that you’d enjoy reading it. Do with it whatever you want

This promptis the one that killed me (“Necro you say that about every prompt” “YES BUT THEYARE ALL SO CUTE!!!”) and honestly Ihope I kill you all with fluff too. A million thanks to the beautiful anon thatsent me this I love you so much please let me hug you.

In a multitude of languages

Analogical

Warnings: teeth-rooting fluff,misunderstandings, as a reader you might get frustrated, slightly sad Anx

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It started slowly,unsure words in a soft whisper, but eventually they were sure, clear, stillwhispered but strong. And it was always when the other knew he was in the room.

“Wo ai ni, jiaolu” (chinese)

“Je t'aime, anxiété” (french)

“QamuSHa'” (klingon)

“Ek is lief vir jou, angs” (afrikaans)

“a lav vous” (simlish)

Anxiety was…well, anxious. He wasn’t sure what the more logical side was saying but he did knowit was every time he was there. Whenever it was only Morality Logan never saidanything under his breath, and Logic had confirmed to Anxiety that everythinghe said in another language to the Royal one was to insult him

“Maybe he… he got bored of me? Maybe he’s tiredof being my friend. Maybe he hates me now”

It hurt, itreally hurt to think that the one he loved was now tired of him. He only wantedLogan to like him even if it was just as a friend, but apparently he hadsomehow managed the contrary. He felt like crying suddenly, but was stopped bythe concerned voice of the one in his thoughts.

“Anxiety,are you okay?”

“U-uh? Oh yeah,sorry”

“All isgood, did something happen?”

“Notreally? Sorry for worrying you Logan”

“Well… ifyou are sure, do keep in mind I’m here if you happen to need it Liebste”

“Uh… thankyou, what does that last word means?”

“I beg youpardon?”

“That… uh, l-lieabste?”

“Closeenough, Liebste. And it’s nothing youshould worry about Anx”

“…okay, heyum.. I’m gonna go nap so, wake me up for dinner?”

“Of course”

Anxietyturned around to leave and froze for a second, there it was. Another softwhisper, but this time it was in a language the other one actually knew

“Ti amoAnsia”

“N-night!”

He ran tohis room and closed the door as fast as possible. That was Italian, holyshmokes that was Italian, he could actually translate it now! He could discoverwhat Logan was actually saying about him!

He froze alittle, the idea terrified him. If it was actually something negative like whathe said to Princey then Anxiety wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with it,he would probably lock himself in his room and refuse to go out.  But he had to. His curiosity was, for once,stronger than his fears

After a fewseconds of cursing his phone and the internet for not working well enough hefinally managed to open the translator, he was sure he was ruining the writing buthe had no actual idea how to type it and besides Google usually helped withthat. Once the translation had actually appeared on his phone screen heblushed, there was no- no, no that was impossible.

He stoodthere in the middle of his room staring at his phone, his face blushing evenmore every time he even glimpsed at his screen. Without even thinking it heleft his room, his feets guiding him to Logan’s room without his consent. Anxietystared at the door for a few seconds and took a deep breath. He could do this,of course he could.

He knockedsoftly and waited for a few seconds, when Logan opened the door he stared atAnxiety confused but moved to the side anyway to allow the other in his room

“Anxietywhat-”

“You’vebeen whispering things for like 2 months now and it’s been driving me insanecause I don’t know if you are trying to insult me like you do with Princey ornot”

“I wouldn’t-”

“But yousaid something in Italian now, and it’s the first time I’m ever able toidentify one of the languages you’ve used”

“What doyou-”

“Itranslated it and, Logan, im actually begging you” The darker trails stareddirectly into the slightly panicked eyes of the logical side “Please tell mewhat all of it means, please tell me in English what you have been telling mein a multitude of languages”

“… I loveyou Anxiety, I love you so much”

The younger one could feel the tears filling his eyes, but he refused to shed them.He had to answer; he had to tell Logan it was a mutual feeling.

“I love youtoo”

“Mi querido, te amo tanto.Ich liebe dich. Wo ai ni. Je t'aime. Ti amo. kocham Cię. Ľúbimťa.”

With every “Ilove you” Logan keep saying he was also kissing Anxiety’s cheeks and drying histears. He stopped to stare directly into Anxiety’s eyes and smiled

“I loveyou, may I kiss you?”

“You may”

[a-lil-inspiration-quincest]

"Boyfriend Tegan" Heartthrob Era Tegan and Sara One Shot- QUINCEST- Fluff, Smut, Bondage, Harsh Language, Strapon/Feeldoe Sex

TEGAN’S POV “Sara let me rest for five fucking minutessss.” Im exhausted. I actually recorded a song start to finish for once. I mean yeah, i’d love to make Sara my bitch but i’m just….out of it. It wouldn’t be as fun. Kind of like when either of us is not so sober and try to go at it.

I looked over towards the door to see my twin burning holes in my head with her stare. “You’re so fucking lazy Tegan. Big fucking whoop you recorded a song right for once. Have your little nap.” She turned away slowly, a devious smirk on her face. Finally she leaves the room but before i could even consider what she meant, i’m drifting asleep and i’m not fighting it.

SARA’S POV “You’re so fucking lazy Tegan. Big fucking whoop you recorded a song right for once. Have your little nap.” She’s looking at me like i just spoke a different language. She’s lucky she’s cute.

I made my way out of our room, giving Tegan some time to fall asleep before i undergo my plan. She thinks she’s so smart honestly. After a few minutes I headed back to our bedroom and to no surprise, there she is passed out on the bed.

I walked over to my night stand, quietly pulling out leather restraints. Slowly, I move towards Tegan to check if she’ll wake. I grabbed her wrist waiting and eagerly watching for any movements. None at all she’s out like a damn light. Should have known. I get to work tying her wrists together to the bed frame and then her ankles. We’ve done bondage before but Tegan isn’t one for being submissive. She’ll learn soon enough. Next i strip her of her cloths, leaving only her sports bra and boxers. As i’m pulling down her pants i notice a bulge in her boxers. Slowly I pulled the waistband down and there it is, her strap on. “I knew she wanted it.” Just as i said that she started to stir. “Fuck.” I hopped off the bed and went back over to the nightstand, still keeping a close eye on Tegan. I rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a blind fold and hopped back on the bed putting it over her eyes. She started stirring more. Lastly i opened the window to let the cold frigid air fill the room. And off i went to wait outside of the door for Tegan to wake up.

TEGAN’S POV Fuck it’s cold. I wake up to my wrists and ankles bond and i can’t see anything. Shivers flow through my body as i fee the gusts of cold Vancouver air hit my….bare body?? “SARAAAA!”

SARA’S POV “Oh TeeTee did you need something?” i say sarcastically, watching my twin pull at the restraints and try to move on the bed. I climbed on top of her straddling her hips. “Oh baby, did you not like my little surprise for you?” “You’re gonna…” as she was trying to say something, i leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, shutting her up. “TeeTee i have a question.” “What? What could you possibly question that i can’t at this moment?” I reached down and took the cock in my hands, “If your so tired…then who’s your little friend.” She said nothing as i grasp the strap on in one hand and run my other hand up and down her cold, tight abdomen. My hands were hot against her cool skin, leaving goosebumps all over her. She’s moaning but still fighting it. “It’s fine Tegan, you don’t have to answer. I was gonna come in her and just lay with you but then i felt your little friend and thought, since you’re SO tired, that i’d help you out.” Tegan is moaning as i reach over her and grab lube out of her nightstand. I get down off of her and hear her whimper. “Oh Tegan i wish you could see me, i’m wearing those panties that drive you crazy. But i guess it’s only fair that you can’t especially since you’d probably be too tired to pay attention.” “Please Sara.” I get back onto the bed and on top of Tegan like i was before. I pull my panties down and shoved them in her mouth to silence her moans. I reached back over her letting me breast rub against her chest as i grab the lube. Squeezing some into my hand, i lubricate the cock and letting the end grind into her cunt. stifled moans are seeping into the cold air. I mount her and let the cock fill me up, my walls squeezing the phallus as i pump up and down. Tegans moans are getting louder and louder through the panties still in her mouth. Tegan is arching her back trying to gain friction on her aching clit. I leaned down and pulled Tegans bra up over her breast. Taking each nipple in my hot mouth as she sinks her head deeper into the pillow. the cold air still rushing through the window. she’s soaked through her boxers and her nipples are wet just as i cum all over her thighs. i dismount and kiss her lips softly. she’s sweating and flustered. As i removed the panties from her mouth, i layer down by her heaving body. “Tell me what you want TeeTee.” “I want to see you when we fuck. Please Sara i need release.” her voice is low and raspy. I went back over to the nightstand and pulled out a leash and feeldoe. Removing the strap on from her waist and throwing it to the floor. I went to lay back down by her and removed her blindfold. “Fine.” I say as i kissed her lips again. She watches attentively as i hook the leash to her neck and push the feeldoe into her, letting it stand at attention. holding the leash chain in my hand, i leaned over Tegans face to untie her, letting my breast taunt her. “Get on your knees.” she does and i pull her over me so she’s in between my legs. i pulled on the leash hard bringing her face to mine and whispering into her messed up ear “Fuck me Tegan, make me your bitch.” and at that she pushes into me and pumps in hitting every sweet spot in my dripping cunt. “Oh, Oh fuck….Tegan baby right there.” She goes faster pumping in and out.

TEGAN’S POV Fuck she looks hot as hell. I grabbed her legs and pulled them higher around my waist, fucking her at an angle that i knew would drive her insane. and it does. she’s moaning my name i can tell she’s gonna cum soon. “You like that SaSa” looking into her lust filled eyes. She pulled me down on top of her with one forceful pull of the chain. Damn that’s hot. We kiss hungrily and that’s when i hit the spot deep in her pussy that only i know about. She’s moaning into my mouth, “f…fuck Te..TEGAN” and at that she’s coming hard. Cum pooling down the cocks shaft and onto my thighs as i slow down my thrusts. I pull out of her and she gets up kneeling in front of me. I put my hand behind her her head and lead it down to the soaked cock. She eagerly takes it in her mouth and does wonders. we keep eye contact and i push her deeper until she chokes. “Fuck Sare” She releases the cock and comes back up to my level kissing me hard. her cum lingering in my mouth and the kiss becomes heated. we stay there for a good minute kissing as i reach down and grope her perky breast that have been begging for my touch. she pulls away and takes my collar off and throws it to the floor. We put our under garments back on and she leads me to the living room. hand in hand as i watch her ass sway from behind. She pushes me on the couch and pulls a blanket around the both of us.

SARA’S POV I laid my head on Tegans chest listening to her breathing. Running a hand up and down her abdomen like i did earlier. looking up at her and catching her eye,i smiled saying “you’d make a good boyfriend Tee.” She smirked and kissed the top of my head. “Damn right i would, babe.”