#i’m really excited but i haven’t noticed anything Stand Out to me yet so i want to hear from y’all

[relaxxattack]

question for hs2 readers who said the writing on this new update felt noticeably different— what about it felt different? would you be able to elaborate on that with specific details besides vibes?

[hpimagines]

You know better. T.N

Tw: Sub/Dom, unprotected, pain kink (kinda), probably more idk it’s late sry

You were at a celebratory Slytherin party, the quidditch team had just won a game against Gryffindor and everyone was as thrilled. Everyone drinking and partaking in the victory- everyone except for your boyfriend, Theodore Nott. He was actually really excited for the party, until he saw you outfit that is.

The way you danced, swinging your hips as if no one was watching. Though, someone was watching, he was. Any previous excitement leaving the second his jaw clenched. He made his way towards the drink table, downing a few shots before walking up to you. You jumped at the sudden hands around your waist, going to push the person off before getting a wiff of his oh so familiar scent. “Amore, what the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” His voice low and rough, hot breath against your ear sending shivers through your body. You turn around, looking up into his eyes “A dress, obviously” you smiled up at him teasingly. “You know how I feel about showing off what’s mine” As the last word left his lips you felt a tight squeeze on your ass, small whimper leaving you lips. “Act like a brat all you want, you’re already ruined for wearing this shit without asking.” Though you should be annoyed, your core ached. You wanted to push his buttons more- and so you did. “Okay then, if you say so” You winked, walking away towards Enzo.

“I need you to help me out just like flirt with me or something” you quickly said approaching him. “No thanks, I’m not getting killed for you” he rolled his eyes returning to his drink. “Fine then” instead of walking off you fake laughed, hand landing on Enzo’s shoulder. You knew that was all he needed, and you were right. Almost as if it was on queue Theo’s hand was wrapped tightly around your wrist, pulling you with him.

Before you knew it your body was pushed against his door, hand landing on your neck squeezing harshly. “You always think you can get away with everything, you’re going to learn today principessa” His lips found their way to yours, immediately taking control. His free hand sliding up and down your thighs, slapping your ass occasionally- “Such a dirty girl, using my own friends to make me jealous” He began to rip your dress off, tearing it in the process. “That should’ve never left this room, thank me for ruining it.” You face flushed, though you were sad about the dress this turned you on so much, “Thank you..” you thought for a moment “sir.” Might as well go all in. His reaction towards the name was nearly animalistic, grabbing you by your waist and harshly throwing you onto the bed. “You have no clue what you do to me, drive me fucking crazy”

His face found its way between your thighs, slowly kissing their way up towards your heat. Your underwear was pooling more and more, wet spot growing more noticeable by the second. Just as his lips were to meet your aching core he simply skipped over it, kisses landing onto the opposite thigh- you felt his smirk against your skin as you lightly whimpered at the lack of contact. Your hips began to involuntarily buck forward, earning a slap on your inner thigh. “Tell me how much you want it” His fingers tracing up your boobs, slowly circling over your hard nipples.

“Please Sir, I want it so bad, I need you so bad please, anything” Your words coming out softly “Good girl.” Two fingers plunged into you, starting at a dangerously fast speed causing immediate pleasure. Moans began to escape your mouth “I knew you’d fucking love this, my dirty girl.” Just as you were going to respond you felt his tongue swipe over your clit, softly sucking, “So fucking delicious” His speed of eating you quickening, your moans echoing in the room. You didn’t care if anyone could hear you.

“All of this and you haven’t even had my cock yet” He chuckled, removing his fingers and standing up. “Turn over, ass up for me.” He demanded as he began to remove his pants. You immediately did as he said, wanting his dick as quick as possible. Without warning he slammed into you, a screaming moan leaving you a mix of pleasure and pain that you loved. That you craved. His pace was hard and fast, perfectly hitting your g-spot.

“so fucking tight.” He moaned out, voice sounding deep and husky. You couldn’t think straight, his harsh pace driving you crazy. “whose fucking body is this, hm?” Harsh slap landing on your ass, whimper leaving your mouth. “YOURS S-SIR” you choked out between moans. Gripping your hair from the back he yanked you towards him, your back arching towards his chest.

He was hitting an entirely new area now, your pleasure increasing more than you thought possible. “You like this don’t you bitch?” another slap landing across your chest, the way it stung your sensitive nipples made your core tighten. You were too lost in ecstasy to realize you didn’t respond- harsher slap landing on your already aching chest. “Did I not ask you a fucking question?.” The slap sent you over the edge, you felt your orgasm flowing over you “YES FUCK! I FUCKING LOVE IT” Your moans sounding more like screaming sobs of pleasure.

His thrusts became sloppier as your walls clenched around him. “I’m cumming fuck fuck” He slammed into you a few more times, moaning a string of italian curse words before pulling out and collapsing beside you.

“You took that so well Amore mio” He kissed your cheek pulling you close to him.

[priniya]

🖇️ THE STORY OF US

synopsis. when minho comes back to kiss after the winter break he’s not only surprised to see kitty back, but also a girl she introduced as her new roommate, who at the same time was a girl minho used to be head over heels for.

notes. minho (xo kitty) x reader. i haven’t published anything, xo kitty became my epiphany (fr)

all minho wanted after taking a sixteen hour flight from los angeles to seoul was just to take a nap as soon as he get to his dorm, well, meeting his roommates in the meantime, but sleep was all he wanted. definitely not to see kitty song covey, laying in one of the couches talking so rapidly about…

…whatever kitty could talk about. he focused himself on here for less than a second, and his gaze caught something so familiar, yet so unknown. then, when you parted your lips to answer a question asked by q, he connected all the possible dots. you were the girl he was put up in the same room with, when multiple schools were staying at the same hotel. minho seemed like a total douchebag, just like you’d assume a son of a famous actress would act, nevertheless, since the staff couldn’t really do anything particular to change the rooms, he was… a nice guy.

however, while bonding at the trip, you fell out of touch immediately after as you decided to not share each other’s contacts, so you could meet up in future life if your friendship and… quite more, was meant to be. it was his idea, you were eager to stay in touch as you grow on him in those four weeks.

your new roommate smiled at him, probably excited to see him. “i’m back!” she exclaimed melodically, grabbing your arm in between. “i think yuri pulled some strings, and this is my new roommate, she just transfered. we’ll be living in the boys building, we’re neighbours!” she added, too happy to notice the boy’s shock on his face.

“oh, my god.” he started, but covey quickly interrupted him with a roll of eyes and “i don’t care what you’re gonna say. im exhilarated to be back.” though minho was too focused on you to even listen to your american roommate.

“hi, minho.” you spoke so softly, you could see he almost died. without wasting any more time, q has suggested to let you guys talk alone as it was so obvious you two knew each other. he replied in low voice, clearly not believing his own eyes. “so good to see you again.” a smile rosed on your lips, when his arms were wrapped around your posture.

reuniting with him was unexpected as you never thought you’d see him again, and you believed the plan you set was a complete absurd. you tried reaching out, but he was a son of a star, how could you possibly achieve that? now, it just felt like a scene from a movie, where two lovers finds each other after a long time, although you weren’t really lovers – or were you?

that night you barely had any sleep, you sneaked out of your dorms, and he showed you around, while catching up on almost everything. it wasn’t a lie that something between you has stayed the same, the same butterflies in your stomach when your hands accidentaly touched, the same lovestruck looks, the same way you held hands, the only thing that wasn’t as it used to be was your ages and appearance.

you were standing at your doorstep, when he put his phone number into your phone. “thank you so much for tonight, minho.” you stood on your toes. “i think i missed you.” you whispered with a smug, before leaving a soft kiss on his blushed cheek. without letting him respond, you walked into the room.

minhoe: pls, don’t do me like that

minhoe: come back here and kiss me

a part of you really wanted to be true, but the other decided that you’d just make a fool out of yourself, so you just trail back to your room, slight regret appearing in the back of your head.

the next few weeks looked almost the same — the school were so hard you spent it on studying for most of your free time, which caused minho to think you were avoiding him, when in reality you were tutored by yuri and juliana. “minho’s been asking ‘bout you, quite a lot, you know?” han started.

“bugging our asses for half the lunch break.” juliana added, braiding your hair as the soft tunes of frank ocean played from her speaker. “told us you guys almost kissed…?” her eyebrow’s shot up, scanning your face in the mirror for any signs of embarrassment.

“i mean we did kiss a few years ago at the summer camp, but not now.” you shrugged, not hiding the blush that crept on your face. “don’t look so shocked! we were a camp couple, but he wanted to be sappy and said if the universe wants us together, it’ll let us meet each other again.”

“that’s romantic, isn’t it?” kitty rolled on the bed to face you and juliana. “i mean, you really gotta believe you’re soulmates if you risk something so valuable.” she sighed, smiling softly. “you two remind me of my sister and her boyfriend, lara and peter.”

you frowned, thinking about her words for a minute. was it so valuable or did he just want to have a moment of peace? did he even think about you during the few years you’ve been apart? well, you thought about him, but did he about you? it was your first time in a week that you’d see minho, and ever since the day one, he’s been somehow flirting with you, so you were quite nervous.

you never said you liked him out loud, not because you didn’t (maybe ‘cos first love is the one you’ll always remember), but because katherine would decide to use her matchamaking skills on you. you wanted it to come out naturally, just like back then. your relationship with minho was incredibly special to you, it was something no one could take away from you.

now, you were just trying to look decent. you were going out with him and dae, being asked out so suddenly you couldn’t refuse. you were quite sure that dae’s presence there was just to get you out of the room, and then disappear. you wore a white, flowery summer dress that yuri borrowed you a few days ago, your make up was light and the braids looked cute.

“should i be nervous?” you asked, fixing a few things on your face, before the clock has been the closest to the final minute. a knock on the door was heard from the beginning of hallway. “yeah, it shows you actually care.” yuri’s girlfriend smiled at you as you flattened the fabric of your dress.

minho was breathless, last time he’d seen you in a dress was back at camp, during the last day when you just wanted the boy to remember you as well as he could. “uh, hey.” he uttered, eyes you in shock. “you look, woah, gorgeous.”

just as you expected, dae, who showed up late, didn’t stay with you for longer than ten minutes, saying he needed to see kitty, with whom you were earlier, so it was just the two of you. minho offered you an airpod as you walked down the street to the park, his fingers wrapped around the handle. it was the first time you had been alone with him in weeks, as someone was always near, whether it was q and florian, dae and kitty, juliana and yuri or everyone separately.

“i wanted to find you sometimes, y’know?” you began, leaning onto his arms, when you finally sat down. “what? then why didn’t you? i really hoped you’d do it.” his head fell delicately on your, fingers intertwining themselves with yours.

“well, your mom’s a famous actress, i wouldn’t even be able to text you so… i just followed you on insta.” you shrugged softly, not wanting him to change his position. “and it was your idea to come up with something like this, losing you broke me in half, really. my parents even reached out to your mom.” his face lightened up with shock and confusion, nevertheless he let you continue.

“but her manager or whoever said that hundreds of people call just to say their daughters are your friends, so… i guess the call wasn’t forwarded?” minho groaned, annoyed. he’d give up everything to just have you by his side, when his mom and dad were splitting up.

“i am so sorry y/n.” a sigh left his lips. “i’ll regret that stupid decision till the end of my days, really.” he’d talk and talk, and talk if you didn’t do what you did.

when the soft tunes of lana del rey’s song was replaced by the starting notes of “there is a light that never goes out” by the smiths, you turned around to face him, and after putting your hands on his cheeks you kissed him. his lips moved so godly against yours, you almost melted into his touch. with that, your friendly hangout turned into a date — not that you didn’t think of it earlier, but now it was confirmed. it was a definite date.

when you came back, the living space was empty so… considering you had half an hour before curfew, you decided to snog a little more, while watching a movie. his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder, a bowl of snacks resting on his thigh. beside that, you didn’t even think about kitty, and what her reaction might be if she came back. now it was just you, minho and your rosing relationship.

[luvrxbunny]

sleek

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Prompt: Car Sex

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, f!oral sex, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.7k

A/N: pretty sure the truck was Tommy’s but we’ll pretend it was Joel’s

You and Joel were on a supply run, nothing you haven’t done a million times before. You guys were wandering around, looking for anything you could find when you heard him let out a sharp gasp. You grip your gun reflexively and start looking around for whatever he saw, but you find nothing. 

“Aww look at this!” He’s admiring a bloody, muddy, beat-down truck. He’s crouching, groaning at his knees when he stands back up to circle the truck. “Wow…” He actually sounds in awe… you don't get it.

“Joel, that truck is in horrible condition.” You deadpan. He turns to you with a childlike glee in his eyes. “No! Don’t say that! She’s jus’ a fixer upper that’s all.” He pats her hood with a smile. “Looks just like my old truck, from before… Of course, mine was cleaner… yeah.”

He runs his finger through the coat of dirt with a sad sigh. “I kept her so nice, so clean.” He glances over at you with a shy smile. “I woulda taken you to a real nice place in her, make it a long drive jus’ to show off for ya’.” It warms your heart, the softness of his fantasy, the domesticity of it.  

“Yeah? I’d be so impressed too.” You make your way over to him, admiring the truck a bit. “I used to love a guy with a truck, especially those ones that need a step to get in.”

You see excitement fly over his face as he holds a finger up to you and rushes to the side of the car, opens the passenger side door, and showcases the step at the bottom of the doorway. “See! You woulda been so impressed.” He sounds a bit deflated at the lost opportunity, you try and indulge him. 

“Where would you take me?” The light returns to his eyes when he turns to you. “Where’d ya’ wanna go?” He stands quickly and rushes to stand in front of you, to watch you answer as though he really needed to know. “Uh- I think I’d love to go to a drive-in theater… especially with a truck!��� His smile is wider than you’ve seen in a while.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’d get some blankets, and make the back all nice and comfortable for ya’. You’d be so impressed with me, baby, I swear.” This felt like it was bordering on self depreciation talk and you wouldn’t have it. “Joel. I’m already impressed with how well our date nights go. We’re living on a commune in the apocalypse yet I still feel like the most important thing when I’m with you. That’s the most important thing to me.”

His eyes meet yours sadly. “I have more charm with the truck though.” He has a shy smile on his face as he says it, embarrassed at how true he believes it is. You laugh at his claim. “Sure, Joel. The only appeal this truck has to me… is that there are more places to fuck you in. Other than that, it doesn't serve much purpose.” You watch his face contort in shock for a moment before turning slightly pink. You giggle at his reaction and tell him you guys have to get a move on. 

You’ve taken a few steps when you realize you don’t hear him behind you. You look around and don’t see him at first, then you notice he’s gotten in the truck. 

His obsession is gonna get us stuck out here after sundown. 

You shake your head and make your way back to the truck, his jacket is off, and his back is turned to you. “Joel, what are you doing? You can’t fix the truck” He turns to you and his face is still red, his chest is lightly heaving and there’s a bulge in his pants. “No, but I can still fuck you in it.” 

You look down at the seat to see he’s laid his jacket out for you, so sure that you’re going to let him fuck you in this fake copy of his old truck. He’s right. 

You smile and he reaches his hand out for you to take as you climb in. He watches you press yourself up from the step and almost fall into him. He catches you with a chuckle and your lips are already pressing into his. He groans against your lips at your desperation, at the way you’re already trying to lick into his mouth, repositioning yourself so you can try and wiggle your way onto his lap. 

He smiles into the kiss, pulls your hips away from him, and starts sliding them down, letting you lean back against the seat cushions. He pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees before just diving in. His head buries itself between your legs before you can gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive skin. 

His tongue is licking across anything he can reach, trying to taste every part of you. One of his hands pulls away from its painful grip on your thighs to unzip his pants. His cock is pressing painfully into the denim as you mewl above him, whining for more, for him to stop and just fuck you, you don’t even know what you want. Joel brings that hand up to lay across your waistline, pressing your hips down against the fabric of his jacket. 

You feel bad because you know you’re making a mess on it. You’re soaked by the way Joel was trying to drink you up, at the groans and grunts he’s letting out between your legs and the way his hips have started to slowly grind his aching cock against the seats. 

Your hips slowly begin to rock into his face, your hands come down to hold his head in place as you do. He groans your name into your pussy as you use him, riding his nose as his tongue tries to wiggle its way inside you. His eyes are shut in concentration but they shoot open to look at you when you start moaning his name. “Joel. C- Joel I’m close- so close, Joel. Joel-“ 

Your hushed voice comes out as a whimper as you try and warn him. Joel is lost in the way you say his name. The way you feel the need to have it on repeat as you cum, like it’s the only thought in your head. 

His hand comes down to palm his raging bulge, relieving some of the tension that’s been building as he fucks into the dirty seats. He’s pulsing for you, to get inside you, to fuck you in his this truck. 

His eyes close at the thought. In an alternate universe, Joel thinks you’d be softer. You’re already so sweet and sensitive for him but without the added sense of danger, Joel thinks you’d be a mess for him. Just melting all over whenever he touched you. 

He’d be more affectionate too, get you into that headspace that makes everything fuzzy. Keep caressing you until all you can do is cling to him and ramble deliriously about how good he makes you feel. He’d love to have the opportunity to take his time with you, bring you so high that you feel like you’ll never come down, and then throw you over the edge. 

“JOEL-“ His name comes out as a shouted gasp before you’re creaming all on his tongue. His eyes roll back behind his shut lids as he desperately tries to drink up all your juices. He’s relishing your taste, moaning praises to you from buried between your legs. He knows you can’t hear them but he means them so truthfully he doesn’t even need you to, he just can’t stop them from tumbling out of his mouth. 

You have to tug his hair to get him out, to stop him from. overstimulating you to the point of immobility. “Joel. S- You s-said you’d fuck me.” 

You’re whining for him, already begging for more and he is more than willing to give it to you. He’s already pushing himself off the ground, pulling his jeans down, and climbing over you with a smirk. You’re wearing a pout that’s reluctantly turning into a shy smile under his gaze. He helps you pull your pants completely off your legs before spreading you open. 

He has one leg over his shoulder and the other resting on his hip, his hands are clutching each ankle as he smiles down at you. “Wanna put me in, baby?” His accent makes the words slide out of his throat like honey, spilling from his lips like they’re the sweetest syrup. 

Your pussy is already squeezing down on nothing, begging him to stretch you. He chuckles at the whimper you let out before grabbing his thick cock and lining him with your entrance. You can feel his tip resting so far outside where your hole sits naturally and your heart begins to race. You can tell Joel is having the same thoughts by the way his gaze is focused on where you two are touching, where his tip is just leaking into your hole. His breaths are coming out in small pants and he’s trying to stop his hips from thrusting his cock inside you, pushing his way through. 

You wiggle your hips slowly, trying to ease him in. His tip slides in quicker than you expected, you flinch and moan at the sensation, winning a rare whine from Joel as his tip catches on your ever-constricting pussy. His hand has to leave one of your legs to push your hips down onto the seats, ensuring that you don’t take any more of him in. 

If you did, Joel thinks he’d blow his load instantly. 

Now you’re whining on his tip, begging him for more as he squeezes the base of his dick, trying to will his load to stay at bay. Your whines start to get a bit weaker, more watery and you start to sniff. Joel’s eyes snap to yours and see your face turned away from him with little steaks of water from wiped tears on your cheeks. He reaches for you immediately. 

“What? What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt? Wan’ me t’take it out, baby? C’mon, talk to me.”

You turn to Joel and shake your head with a sad smile before trying to kiss him but he turns away to whisper in your ear. “Gotta tell me what’s wrong first, darlin’.”

He lets you cling to him, a hand still on your hip as you try to coax more of his cock into you, wiggling your hips and clenching rhythmically to try and convince him to push into you as you let it little sobs into his neck. “J- Just need you s- so bad J- Joel. I need it, need you.”

He swears his vision blurs for a moment. He’s heard you say this to him countless times and it turns him on, sure. But he’s always known you say it for that specific reason. 

This time, however, it feels like you really mean it. The way your body is crying- the way you’re literally crying for him. It’s all too much, it doesn’t feel real. He can’t believe the way he makes you feel so good, it’s all he wants; to make you feel good. His cock won’t stop pulsing inside you, he’s trying to calm down but your whines for him are almost too much. 

He starts thrusting into you, he doesn’t work his way up to the brutal pace he’s currently at. He started that way, fueled by the shout of his name from your lips. He hides himself in your neck and your hands come up to cradle his head against you, your hands digging into his soft hair as he ruts into you. “I’m not gonna last.” 

The words rush out of his mouth and you moan his name in response. Your pussy suffocates him, pulling him- forcing him closer to the edge. “I w- want it, Joel. Please cum inside me-” You gasp at your own words and Joel can feel his balls tightening at them. “Joel-” Your tone becomes frantic and you’re clawing at his shoulders, his neck and gripping his hair to pull his head from your neck. You’re staring at his face now, hands on either side, but his eyes are still closed. He’s still too close, he doesn’t want- he can’t risk cumming before you. He needs you to cum on him first, for you to moan his name in the way you only do when he’s got you shaking on his cock… but you’re whining at him to open his eyes, to look at you. You’re begging him. 

“Look at me when I cum, Joey. P-please. Joel-” You gasp out a moan and your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him in for a blind kiss. He can’t help but open for you, letting you lick into his mouth, trying to ignore the way his stomach burns at the taste of your tongue. He takes a shaky breath to calm himself and you’re moaning against his lips again. “I need it.” You’re breathless as you try not to cum, letting out breathy keens and high-pitched sighs of his name. He can feel you twitching on his cock, squeezing him for a moment before whining and trying your hardest not to. He can’t deny you any longer. His eyes open and meet your instantly. 

You pull his head to yours, desperately trying to fall into his eyes as your orgasm crashes over you, only waiting for Joel’s gaze to unleash it. Your mouth opens wider the tighter your pussy chokes his cock, you’re gazing right into his eyes as you cream all over his cock. 

He can’t. His breathing picks up as you stare into him, so lovingly. He starts panting, his breath fanning over your face until little whines and curses work their way out of his throat. His chest is heaving and his hips are slowly losing their rhythm. “I-inside, Joel. Wan’ it.” Your words slur together as your eyes roll back at the pulsing of his cock inside you. 

Your name is falling from his lips like a plea before he brings his body flush against yours. His hand comes behind your head to pull you up into a sitting position as he leans back onto his heels, still thrusting into you slowly. “‘M gonna gi-give it to you, baby. Gonna fill you-” Pleasure runs up his spine with a shudder and his eyes fall shut. 

“ ‘M cummin’, sweetheart.” The words are more whiny than you’ve ever heard him and he starts spilling into you. He’s grunting out sounds that vaguely resemble your name, working himself up into a whine as he continues to thrust into you. His brows furrow and his hips stutter to a stop but he’s still filling you, so you start to grind on him. His eyes shoot open with a ragged moan. “Can’t- It-” He struggles to get the words out as you swivel your hips on him, enticing his cock to let another round of cum spit into you. His eyebrows pull inward as you smile at him deliriously, letting an innocent giggle fall from your mouth. 

He moans your name against your lips, his hands on your lower back to hold you up as he finishes filling you. His entire body shudders with the last rope of cum that shoots into you, earning a pretty moan from your lips. “Fuck, Joel.”

He grunts into your neck, placing soft kisses there while he tries to calm down. You’re humming at each one and stroking the back of his head softly, resting your head on top of his. He’s letting shuddering sighs out against your skin as his cock softens inside you. He slowly pulls his head out from your neck, you leave your hand on the back of his head and give him a crooked, lazy smile that warms his heart. “Tha’ was so much, Joey.”

He groans at the pet name and smiles at you fondly. You’re whispering fucked out praises in his ear as he cleans you up and you cling to him the whole way home. 

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

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Starry Starry Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,949

Summary: Some nights it’s hard to sleep but you have an idea that might help both you and Bucky. 

Author’s Note: I was thinking about glow in the dark stars the other night and then I thought about how fun it would be to have them with Bucky. This is just silly and sweet and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness, fluff and fun (problems sleeping) 

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @dianaofthemyscira thank you sweets🥰

“Can’t sleep either?”

Bucky’s tired voice cuts through your racing thoughts and you look up at him with glassy eyes.

“Hey Buck,” you whisper. “Nah. Just can’t turn it off tonight.”

He nods in understanding.

“Whatcha eatin’ doll?”

“Cold pizza,” you say with a small laugh.

“Got anymore?” he asks as he slips behind you to check the fridge.

“Yep, still a half a pie in there.”

“Thanks doll face.”

You sit in comfortable silence, every so often glancing up at each other with a smile.

“I’m so tired,” Bucky sighs.

“Me too.”

“I even tried these new sheets Sam suggested. Supposed to be really soft and comfortable but I haven’t noticed a difference yet,” he shrugs.

“What color are they?” you ask.

He looks caught off guard by your question before he answers it.

“Gray.”  

“Do you like the color gray?” you giggle.

“I mean…it’s fine I guess,” he starts. “What was I going to get…light blue or yellow or…?”

“Why not?” you chime. “Mine are pink.”

Even under the dim lights you can see him blush, his cheeks matching the color you just mentioned.

“That sounds nice,” he says quietly, dipping his head.

“You should order the blue or yellow if that’s what you like,” you tell him as you get up to rinse your hands and grab a drink. “Get a color that makes you happy.”

“Maybe I will,” he answers, his smirk growing. “What if I got pink?”

“Go for it Buck! You might love it.”

You lean against the counter and yawn.

“I’m gonna try to get some sleep before the sun comes up. Thanks for hanging out with me.”

“Happy to have the company doll,” he says, his eyes on you until you disappear into the darkness of the hallway.

Forty-five minutes later you toss your pink sheets off your body with a huff of frustration and stomp out of bed. You stand in the middle of your room and exhale, deflating like a balloon.

“This sucks,” you grumble to yourself.

A thought pops into your head as you stand there and you turn on the light, open the drawer of your bedside table and rummage through it.

“Here they are!” you say with far too much excitement for 2:45 am.

You creep down the hallway and stop in front of Bucky’s door, gently pressing your ear to it and waiting. You don’t hear anything but you see a small sliver of light coming from under the door and the shadow of moving feet.

‘Knock, knock.’

The shadows come closer and you hear the doorknob turn.

“Heya doll face,” Bucky says, standing there in nothing but his sweats. “You ok?”

For a moment you forget how to talk, your mouth hanging open as you force your eyes to stay on his.

“Fine!” you say far too quickly. “I um…found something I thought you might like.”

“Come on in,” he says with a lopsided grin.

You walk in and eye his dark gray sheets, crumpled and spilling off the bed and onto the floor.

“Still no luck huh?”

He shakes his head with a quiet no and leans against the wall.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing to your hand.

You hold up the package of glow in the dark stars and planets. He steps closer to you, taking it from your hand and reading it over.

You’re determined to stare at the package and not at his bare chest or his dog tags nestled neatly against his muscled skin.

“I love space stuff,” he smiles.

“Huh?...OH! Yea, I remembered that and then I remembered that I had these and thought maybe you would want to put them up. I have them in my room and it’s nice to look at while you’re falling asleep at night. Not as good as the real thing but in the city we don’t see them much anyway so…”

“I love them,” he says, gently interrupting your rambling. “Thanks doll.”

“Sure!”

You inwardly wince at your overly enthusiastic response and turn toward the door.

“Aren’t you gonna help me put them up?”

You stop mid step and start to slowly turn back his way but he quickly fills in the silence with, “unless you wanna go to sleep. I totally understand that. You must be exhausted. Don’t worry about it doll face. I can manage.”

He hangs his head and rubs his hand down the back of his neck, letting out an exhale.

You step into his space and rest a soft hand on his arm.

“I’d love to,” you say quietly, taking the package from his hand. “You’re going to have to do most of the ceiling stars though. I can’t really reach.”

“You got it doll.”

After brief but careful consideration Bucky decides to try a constellation on the ceiling and you’re going to simply cover the walls in an array of stars. Bucky takes out his phone to look up a star chart and you grab a sheet of stars and get to work on the wall above his bed.

You’re reaching for a far corner of the wall, bouncing lightly on the bed to get some height, when you feel the press of Bucky’s warm and hard body against yours. He takes the star from your fingers and easily secures it to the spot you couldn’t reach.

“Looked like you needed a hand,” he chuckles, still close enough that you can feel his chest expand with each breath.

“Yea couldn’t quite get that one. Thanks.”

“The jumping looked fun though,” he chuckles.

You bounce again, making him loose his footing. You laugh with another bounce, this time really getting a good jump in.

He grabs your outstretched hand and jumps with you, making the whole bed bounce. The two of you bounce up and down as the pillows roll into our feet, causing you to fall to the bed. Bucky’s laughter fills the room and it’s your favorite sound.

“I haven’t done that in too long,” he admits when he sits up. “That was fun.”

“It was! We need more of that!”

You start to get up and lean into him for balance. He stands with you and holds you against his side to steady you. You press your palm along his stomach, his abs flexing under your skin and you gently smooth your fingers over them.

“You good?” he asks as his hand slides up your back.

“Good,” you say with hard swallow.

He throws you a wink and goes back to his constellation.

“Which one are you making?” you ask him as you watch.

“Cassiopeia…I really like the love story of Perseus and Andromeda…”

His blush returns and he quickly starts to fiddle with the small star in his hand.

“I love that one too. I’m glad they got their happy ending,” you state.

“Me too,” he agrees.

He looks at his phone and then looks up at the ceiling.

“Just need this one…” he says as he stretches upward and places a star, “and…this last one right here.”

You want to pay attention to what he’s doing but you can’t drag your eyes away from his hips and how his sweatpants ride low, exposing a hint of the deep and muscular V and the trail of hair that falls between it.

“What do you think doll?”

“Wow,” you murmur. “It’s um…,” and you lick your lips. “It’s perfect.”

His eyes are bright and playful and the corners crinkle with a wide smile.

“Glad you think so,” he says.

“I hope I did ok with the walls. The corners might need some additions,” you laugh, turning to check your work.

When he doesn’t answer you look back his way and find him staring.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Just perfect.”

“That’s good then,” you breathe out, feeling your heart skip a beat.

He takes a step closer, the bed dipping under his weight and making your body shift with it. His strong hands grab your waist and steady you.

“Sorry doll,” he laughs.

He doesn’t let go of you, his thumbs slipping under your shirt and pressing against your skin. Your eyelashes lower and you feel a rush of heat across your body.

The bed shifts again and when you lift your eyes his face is just inches from yours, his warm breath fanning your cheek. He dips his head, his eyes falling to your lips as he tightens his hold on you.

“We should shut the lights!” you blurt out.

His eyes widen and he steps back, making you lose balance again and plop down onto your butt.

“Sorry,” you whisper, curling your knees into your chest.

He steps off the bed and says, “it’s ok doll. Let’s try ‘em out.”

With a flick of the switch the room is bathed in a darkness that allows the stars to glow brightly.

“Wow,” Bucky whispers as he crawls back onto the bed.

He lays down flat, spreading out and nudging you with his arm.

“Come on, doll. Look.”

You stretch out next to him, your sides pressed together as you stare up at the ceiling.

“Wow is right. Cassiopeia is amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” Bucky whispers, turning on his side to face you. “Thank you for doing this. I already feel better.”

You slowly turn and face him, the new angle getting you closer to his pillow and the smell of him.

Without a thought you bury your face in the softness and inhale. His laughter brings you back to reality and instead of removing your face you press it harder into the pillow and let out a mumbled, “fuck.”

He laughs harder.

“It’s not funny!” you chide as you free yourself. “I just smelled your pillow… IN FRONT OF YOU!”

“Well?” he asks with a smirk.

“Well, what?” you retort, still unamused.

“How does it smell doll?”

Your lips start to lift into a smile and before you answer you bury your face in the pillow again and inhale dramatically several times.

“Just like you.”

“Is that good…or?” he questions, suddenly looking nervous.

“Better than good,” you tell him. “I love the way you smell.”

He visibly relaxes and moves closer, sniffing the pillow.

“Hmm,” he says, raising his brows. “Not bad.”

“When do I get to smell your pillow?” he asks.

You blink at him several times before bursting into laughter.

“Ok,” he says, joining in, “why did that sound so creepy?”

When you finally catch your breath and meet his eyes, he’s staring again.

“What?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t answer and instead slides his metal arm under your body and tugs you into his chest. Your fingers tentatively lift to caress his cheek, brushing over the dark stubble that lines it. When you reach his lips he kisses your fingertips, sighing your name.

His flesh hand rests on your thigh and he gives it a light squeeze before he slowly slides it higher, reverently tracing the curve of your hip and waist. Your head slips lower on the pillow, closer to his, until there’s nothing but a breath of air between you.

You drop your hand to his chest, ghosting it over the chain of his dog tags. Your fingers close around the metal, tugging lightly and his eyes drop to your mouth.

The feeling of him so close is dizzying and you cling tighter to his dog tags as your nose bumps his.

“I promise I’m not going to interrupt this time,” you whisper against his lips.

He smiles before his hand cups your face and his fingers splay across your cheek.  His thumb brushes your lips and he tilts your head, closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @dreamlessinparis @jhangelface0523 @goldylions @hiddles-and-skittles @hiddles-rose @jhangelface0523 @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @nano--raptor @randomfandompenguin @seitmai @weekendgothgirl @breakablebarnes @late-to-the-party-81 @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @rebel-stardust @getwellsoontana @lookiamtrying @justile​ @peaches1958​ 

[cosmal]

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

note — this is for @sparklingsin spookinktober!! it was queued to be posted on halloween but tumblr deleted it!! so I had to rewrite it :((( so I'm sorry that this is so late and so terrible!! I tried my best to rewrite it like it was fr. i do genuinely hate this now, i’m sorry.

summary — eddie comes back after a week and sees you in your angel costume. he has to fuck you right then and there.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, smut, mdni, piv, fingering, needy!reader

wc — 1.8k

“Steve, have you seen Eddie yet?” You stand on your tiptoes to get closer to his face, leaning over the breakfast bar that separates the two of you. 

Steve probably yells too eagerly. The music is loud, but you’re not exactly far away, “Y/N like I said fifteen minutes ago, he’ll be here at 9 o’clock.” 

“What’s the time?” You laugh. Winding Steve up is always fun. 

Steve sighs like he’s annoyed. You know he’s really not, “8:45.” 

“Awesome. I’m gonna go sit on the couch until he gets here.” You tell him before spinning on your heels. The feathers of your angel wings tickle his face as you turn and Steve wrinkles his nose. 

“I’m sure you will, Y/N!” he calls before you turn the corner. 

And you do exactly that. You’ve waited for Eddie to get back all week, what’s fifteen more minutes? By the time Eddie arrives, the wiry angel wings on your back have grown a little itchy. You’d take them off if you weren’t excited to show Eddie your costume. 

Picking at a loose thread on your frilly, white skirt, you don’t even notice the pair of knees in ripped, black denim, hovering over your own. Eddie leans forward to nudge your leg with his and you startle. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie does that signature smile of his, it almost fries your brain and you forget to react. 

“Oh my god, Eds!” It’s a blur of feathers when you leap from the small couch. Pushing your arms over his shoulders and leaning your whole weight into him. He almost topples when he wraps his own arms around your back. “Eddie,” 

Eddie’s mouth finds its home in the juncture of your neck like it always does, breathing in your lost scene and pressing his lips to your skin. “Y/N.”

He pulls away, but not before you give him one last squeeze, holding you out at arm's length. “God, baby. You look so fucking hot,” he groans. 

You turn your hips until your skirt swishes, “You think?” 

Eddie reaches around to fiddle with one of the feathers, smoothing it out between his thumb and pointer. “Shit, yeah.”

“Where’s your costume?” you ask, poking him in the chest until he rocks on the balls of his feet. Heavy boots thump along with the bass of the music. 

“I’m in it,” he laughs. 

“Yeah?” 

Eddie swishes like you did but the only thing that moves is his leather jacket that stiffly flaps around his waist, “Yeah. Your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes like you’re actually not amused by his answer, “You wear that every day.” 

“Well, you haven’t seen me in it for an entire week.” He leans in to peck your cheek. Twice for good measure. You grasp his jacket in firm hands and hold him close.

You hum, “Yeah. Missed you.” 

Eddie leans in again to snake his arms around to give your ass a squeeze, bunching your skirt in his hands. You’ve forgotten where you are for a moment when he says, “Wanna show me how much you missed me?” 

Pretending to act like you don’t want Eddie more than anything at this moment would be harder than telling him exactly what you want — so you don’t. You run a hand down his chest, over the cotton of his shirt, feeling the bumps and divots tentatively until your reach his waist. Hooking a finger around a belt loop to tug him closer. 

“I think I do.” you smile. 

Eddie groans, “Shit,” 

You can’t even pretend to be surprised at how quickly it takes Eddie to drag you to the nearest bathroom. His insatiable need has you giggling the entire way there. Pushing through strangers and ignoring the pointed look Robin shoots you from the bottom of the stairs.

Once you’re inside, Eddie fumbles with the lock on the door while you tug at his free arm, “C’mon, Eds,” you whine.

Eddie cheers when he gets the door to lock, turning to lift you up and onto the basin. The ceramics are cold where it touches the bare skin on your legs and you gasp. Eddie is quick to catch any noise with his mouth when he leans in to kiss you.

“Fuck,” kiss, “angel,” kiss, “you look so hot.”

Your laughter peels from within you and you’re huffing into his mouth, “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be showing you how much I missed you.”

He pulls away to lift your skirt up so it pools around your waist, tugging your panties down until they stretch over your knees, “Just sit there looking all pretty, that’s enough for me, baby.”

Eddie lets you do as you please, placing a firm grip to stable yourself on his shoulders when he traces the tip of his finger up your slit. Grazing down to your entrance to gather the slick that’s already begun to pool on the counter.

“So messy,” he coos, exploring with his finger to push through your pudgy folds, “Missed this pussy, angel.” 

You lean forward to press the top of your head into his shoulder, wrapping a hand around his bicep. When he finally slips a finger inside you, you let out the tiniest gasp and your hand tightens in its grip until the leather of his jacket squeaks. 

You angle your head up to leave a line of lazy kisses along his neck. Your hot breath and tiny gasps are a whisper against Eddie’s skin. He pushes a second finger in, now middle and marriage, and you hiccup against his skin. Eddie pushes in further, determined to get you to make more pretty noises that get him all worked up. 

“Eds,” you pant uselessly. More tiny gasps. 

“Y/N,” he almost mocks, exploring deeper inside your weeping hole. Slick traces down his palm and threatens to dirty his sleeve. If Eddie has ever cared about that, he’s never shown it. 

You rock your hips against the bench to try and get closer to his hand, his palm pushing into your clit. The stickiness of his thumb and pinky thudding against your skin echo in the tiny bathroom. 

Eddie can sense your neediness, “Slow down, baby.” 

You grip the hair around the base of his neck which only causes him to groan out. “Need,” you pant. 

“What d‘you need, hmm?” Eddie asks, pulling back to check you over. Using his free hand to brush the hair from your eyes. You blink at him slowly. 

“Fuck me, Eddie. Please.” Your eyes are terribly pleading and Eddie stills, deep-seated inside you. “Missed you- need you, Eds.” 

Eddie can see you working yourself up and kisses you on the highest part of your cheek. Pulling his hand from you he says, “Yeah? Need my cock?” 

“Please.” 

“You’re so, very polite,” he coos.

There’s a metal zzz of his zipper unravelling and the shushing of his jeans being pushed down just below his ass, before he’s tugging at his cock with familiarity. A familiarity that has your stomach aching. 

Eddie wraps his wet hand around the fat of your thigh to tug you closer to the edge of the basin and you yelp, bracing yourself on his chest. 

Once you’re close enough, the ruddy tip of his cock presses into your clit and you jolt, head lulling into the juncture of his neck. Eddie wraps his arms around your back and holds you close, dotting kisses over your clavicle. His teeth scrape and nip playfully until goosebumps raise your skin. 

“Ready?” he asks as he runs his cock down your slit to line up with your entrance. 

“Uh-“ you stutter, wrapping your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together, “Uh-huh.” 

Eddie sinks in and you have to squeeze your eyes shut. “That’s it,” he groans, breath trembling, “Fuck.”

You squeeze him closer like it’s possible and gasp when the air is forced from your lungs at the proximity. Your hands tremble around stiff leather and your hips ache when he rocks in to the hilt. Filling you completely. 

“Ah — Eddie,” you gasp, harder when he’s rocking in stronger. 

Eddie starts to move, slow and tentatively, rolling his hips into your wet heat. Spreading your legs further apart and your underwear slips down onto the floor.

“Please,” you plead, “harder.” You dig your knees into his side. 

Eddie grips your thigh to hold it up and closer to him and when he feels as if he’s not hitting the right angle, he hooks his arms under both of your legs to lift you from the counter. 

Gasping, you sink down onto him, keeping your arms and ankles hooked around his body. 

Eddie moves to grasp at your ass, squeezing fat between his fingers to keep you upright. Lifting you up and you help him settle back down until you find a perfect rhythm. 

“So,” Eddie grunts, hard to be heard over the sounds of skin slapping and your pitched-up moans. You’re also lucky the music outside is loud enough to muffle anything. “so wet, sweetheart.” 

You hum what sounds like an uh-huh, trying your best to meet his movements. Eddie’s grip is tight and it stings. Pain turns to pleasure when he starts to hit the spongy spot deep inside you. 

Eddie’s doing his best to fuck you onto him. Especially when your pelvis burns and your arms ache, going limp against his frame. 

His grunts mix in with your Ah ah ah’s, Eddie has no free hands to smother your noises so he plants his lips to yours, catching any sounds. 

“Eddie,” you say against his lips, hot and wet, “M’gonna…” 

“Cum f’me, baby,” he says, speeding up. 

When he’s repeatedly hitting your sweet spot at the perfect rhythm, the coil in your core snaps, bleeding through your abdomen until you’re clamping around Eddie—tensing up in his hold. 

Weak and panty, Eddie throws you back down to the basin, hips stuttering inside you. 

“Fuck, where can I?” 

“Inside,” you say. No, beg. 

“You sure?” he groans. 

You nod your head, clamping your twitching walls around him and that’s all it takes. Dragging, now slowly through your gummy heat, his own cum sobbing from your hole when he’s finished. 

He’s pulling out, slowly when he watches your face crumple, keeping your legs hooked around his sides. Placing a wet kiss against your damp hairline, he says, “That was amazing- You’re amazing.” 

“I know,” you grin, resting your legs down until your knees click. 

“Mmm,” he kisses you again, “M’never leaving for that long, ever again.” 

“Never,” you agree. 

There’s a beat, that’s not very silent, filled with the party that’s still thrumming. Loud chants and chatter fill the bathroom from the crack under the door. 

“We should really go home,” he says. 

“I think so,” you hum, “I think I heard about ten people knocking on the door.”

“Shit,” Eddie snorts. 

“Shit.”

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 6. wax play

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “candle queen”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the scent of the candles just made this year extra cozy, maybe sodo has some tricks up his sleeve for how to make things cozier

pairing: sodo ghoul x afab!reader

a/n: i want sodo

cw: nsfw content. making out. wax play. bondage. tail fucking. sodo is a little shit.

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“fuck you turn me on, especially when you’re covered in all of that…” —❤︎

┅✦┅

a long day from running christmas errands really took out a piece of your soul.

slamming the doors shut with a relieved sigh, you dragged the many bags from your holiday haul. what a relief that was, you finally knocked out all of the important stuff on your list.

groaning from the fatigue of carrying so many items all at once, you dragged your body over to the living quarters where all the ghouls resided, standing in the middle of the halls with one bag in hand. the halls were decorated to fit the seasonal festivities of christmas. cute little decorated plushies filled the shelves, small pine trees with glossy and colorful ornaments hung up on each one. paper snowflakes strung up on the ceiling to simulate that crystallizing beauty of snow falling on the ground.

the sight of it was just gorgeous, and rather touching. it almost made you forget about your exhausting trip. however, there was a reason you went out on a chilly winter night.

a certain fire ghoul had requested you buy something specific for… “special reasons”, as he phrased it. you had no idea what the little scamp could possibly be thinking of doing with the items you got for him. but the way he spoke to you about it, it indicated something much more intimate.

“hello?” you called out, trying to coax out that devilishly handsome firecracker, the sound of your voice echoing off the church halls.

and speak of the devil himself, as you were about to turn around to exit the ghouls dorms, a pair of charred arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into their chest. you looked down to see the recognizable brazen hands of sodo, who’s face was buried into the back of your shoulder, nuzzling into it affectionately.

“missed me that much?” you asked with an amused chuckle, and the little spitfire only let out a cute little ‘hmph’, before burying his face into your shoulder more.

“more than you can imagine.” sodo replied in a slightly hoarse voice, his breath hot against your delicate skin, making you shudder.

the fire ghoul took notice to this, and immediately started nipping his teeth at your skin, being careful to make sure his fangs didn’t pierce your flesh. you let out soft, quiet gasps at the feeling, and he grinned into the crook of your neck.

“did you get them?” he asked, fangs ghosting over the lobe of your ear. you let out a shaky sigh.

“yes.” you replied.

sodo let out a satisfied groan at that answer.

“good.” he practically growled into your skin. “let’s use them now.”

“now?”

“you know i’m an impatient ghoul, and my dick is already hard down here.”

it was true. you could feel sodo’s not-so-little friend poking you behind onto your ass. you snickered at this, and teasingly pushed your lower body against his clothed dick, making sodo groan with need and frustration.

“fuck.” he uttered out.

“wow, you’re really hard just from the sheer thought of what we’re about to do.” you teased, turning around to face him. “horny little ghoul.”

“shut up.” he spat back, but when he met your gaze, he couldn’t resist a cocky grin forming on his blazing features.

the two of you shared a look, before sodo leaned down to whisper into your ear. “let’s take this to my bedroom now, shall we?”

you nodded in agreement, feeling your excitement pool into the core of your stomach and between your legs.

“lets.”

—

“lay down on the bed for me, darling.”

an amused grin made its way to your face at the fire ghoul’s sudden command.

“so demanding… and we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“mmmh, shut up, come here.”

sodo let out a devious purr, his hot breath tickling your skin before he pulled you in for a fierce, searing kiss, his lips pressed against yours that screamed for lustful contact. the two of you giggled into the kiss and continued to make out like your lives depended on it. his lips tasted ashy, and with a hint of bitterness, like there was a light layer of brimstone on his lips, but his taste was addicting. sodo pushed you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you while his lips remained locked with yours.

sodo didn’t waste any time discarding your clothes. he was unraveling your naked body like an early christmas present, in which it felt like it was. he didn’t stop until both you and him were completely bare for the world to see.

his tattooed fingers gripped your wrists as he continued to make out with you, pushing his forked, ghoulish tongue into your mouth to intertwine with yours, creating lewd, sloppy sounds that had you both drooling and moaning.

“shit… you’re so fucking addicting.” sodo groaned, his tail reaching for something in the nightstand. he then pulled out what seemed to be red rope.

you just let out a lusty chuckle, eyes half lidded from the pleasure. “yeah, i know i’m hot shit”

sodo scoffed playfully at your arrogance.

“narcissist.”

“not my fault you’re so desperate to get into my pants.”

the spitfire only muttered a quick ‘shut up’ before bringing the rope to his hands, forcing your wrists upwards and tying your hands to the bed frame with swiftness and precision. the force of tightness binding your wrists together made you curse.

“fuck. that hurts.” you rasped out, voice hoarse from all of the kissing.

“that’s the point.” sodo snarled out quickly, licking his lips at the sight of your body completely bare and immovable, all for sodo to have fun with.

sodo’s hands greedily grasped at any bare flesh he could get his claws on, softly kneading the smooth skin underneath his palms. his demonic tail coiled over your leg, and the spade of it flicked teasingly against your aching clit, making you gasp.

“fuck!” you managed out, and sodo chuckled darkly above you.

“ah, there they are. that’s the naughty little pet i know.” sodo sung lustfully, before he grabbed another item.

it was the thing that you bought during your christmas errands— shea butter candles. sodo wanted to keep things extra cozy for the holiday season, and to of course stay close with his lover. so, he had an interesting, yet exciting idea on how to do that.

taking one of the candles, he straddled your legs and lit one of them with a flickering flame dancing on his fingertips, watching the wax slowly melt from the base. his tail was still teasing your sensitive folds, and sodo was reveling in how you were reacting. you were gasping and grunting, mostly from anticipation, and he was having such a power trip.

“now, let’s get started.”

the shea butter wax has this almost silky texture to it as it was melting from the top, and the fire only softly illuminated yours and sodo’s features in the dark, creating an atomosohere that screamed kinkiness and desire. the wax dripped onto your smooth skin, and sodo rolled the candle in the fingers to allow more of it to drip onto your body.

the feeling of the hot, almost scalding wax made your body jolt with both pleasure and pain, but the pain wasn’t actually harmful— only created a sense of excitement that electrified throughout your body.

as you let out airy and high pitched moans from Sodo pouring the wax all across your arms, legs, chest and torso, his tail stayed between your legs and teasing your soft, puffy cunt.

“s-sodo..” you moaned out, the burning hot wax making every other touch on your body ten times more sensitive, but it only fueled your arousal even more.

“that’s it…” sodo whispered into your ear, the spade of his tail finally entering your hole. you cried out at the feeling, and your legs twitched. the red rope binding your wrists kept them secure, and you squirmed around when sodo’s tail started to thrust in and out of your wet, needy walls. your pussy clenched around sodo’s tail refusing to let go.

“fuck you turn me on, especially when you’re covered in all of that…” sodo growled out, his lips attacking your neck briefly. his cock was hard and was leaking precum, which shimmered underneath the soft glow of the candle.

he kept the candle dripping all over your thighs, some of it even going between your inner thighs.

the heat radiating off of the wax only made you more wet, and sodo’s tail was brushing up against all of the right crevices and corners inside of you. you could feel an orgasm approaching soon.

“s-sodo… fuck! i-i’m gonna cum…!” you warned, wrists clanging against the bed frame and toes curling into the bedsheets from how good sodo was fucking you.

he let out a soft chuckled and pushed his tail deeper inside of you.

“then cum for me.” he encouraged teasingly, watching your face contort into one of pure bliss.

you screamed, and came hard, the sensitivity from the wax making your orgasm more intense. cum coated sodo’s tail, leaving a sticky, gooey trail of the viscous liquid as it dribbled out of your sensitive hole. your body was left shaking from the aftershocks, and it felt so, so damn good.

you panted heavily, and sodo grinned, snuffing out the candle and putting it aside, before brushing the hair out of your sweat-slicked forehead.

“that was hot.” he whispered. “both literally and figuratively.”

you laughed at his little joke, still tired from your climax. “you’re so corny.”

“yeah, i know i am.” sodo grinned.

his claws traced over the wax that stuck to your body, watching it harden and stay clamped onto your skin. sodo chuckled and untied the ribbon, before scooping you up and smiling affectionately at you.

“now let’s get this all cleaned up.”

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[asgirlblog]

You’re Out Boy-scout. Part-1

Backstory: It’s your first year at Oxford, you’re one year below Felix and Oliver, who have already been friends for a while now. You struggle finding your footing as one of the few Americans there, but eventually figure it out. On your first day, like many other girls, Felix immediately caught your eye, but what happens when you catch his as-well?

Felix Catton x female reader 🎀

No warnings for this part except for language if that counts.

As you roll your suitcase along the rough pavement beneath you, you take in all of the Oxford scenery. A sense of joy and excitement flows through you as you think of the fresh start that is to come. Walking through the gate you momentarily stop to look for any sign that may point you in the direction of your dorm. That’s when you see him. Towering over everyone around him, except for who seemed to be the only other American you spotted so far. Deep brunette shaggy hair, just barely reaching the bottom of his neck. Heart stopping brown eyes that seemed to almost radiate warmth. Thick eyebrows with a silver piercing that shone in the sun. You find yourself starring at sharp and chiseled figure. Starring, and starring. He was gorgeous, everything you had imagined in your dream man brought to life. You’re eyes begin to feel dry when you quickly blink and look away as he looks in your direction. You pull out a map and you pretend that it was what you were going to do all along. You feel his gaze, looking you up and down. A warm sensation stings your skin. You scramble around the pages as if you actually know what you’re looking for, when he quickly strides in your direction. Almost creating a breeze with his long legs. You continue looking down like you don’t even see him. “Do you need help finding somewhere?” he asks with a bit of intrigue in his eyes and voice.

You hesitantly look up and lock eyes with him. Kind and inviting. “Um.. yes actually, I do. Thank you.” you say with a small smile. His eyes widen. “You’re American?” he grins. “No, I’m Australian.” you joke. It was a lot funnier in your head, but he lets out a soft laugh nonetheless. “So where are you trying to find?”. You close your map and brush your white flowy skirt. You explain to him how you’re trying to find your dorm, and about how you were under the impression that someone would be here to escort you. “Well, I guess that’s my job now. Wasn’t busy anyhow.” Felix takes your bag and leads you toward the direction of the dorms. You look back to the place where Felix was standing to see a short blue eyed man and a taller curly haired man. They didn’t look pleased to see you walk away with Felix either. Felix notices the looks that you guys exchange. “Oh, that’s my cousin Farleigh, and my bud Oliver by the way.” You slightly grin.

The two of you walk for nearly 2 minutes when he stops. “I’m sorry, I haven’t asked your name. Fuck how rude of me.” You tell him your name and you see the side of his mouth just barely curl up. “Nice to meet you, I’m Felix. Catton” He extends his hand towards you and his large hand grips yours. “You as well.” you say and laugh. You keep walking but can’t help yourself from thinking about how his touch felt, even if it was just a handshake. You two stop in front of a tall brick building with bikes parked out front. “Well would you look at that, I’m just across the way.” He points towards his building. “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other often.” He smirks at you. You look up at him and say “Guess so.” You go to grab your bag from him. “I’ve got it.” he says. “No really, it’s ok.” you insist. He lets go. “Well if you need anything else..” he gestures towards your phone. You hand it to him and he types in his number. As he glances up at you he has a sincere yet charming look and places it back in your hands. “Thank you, you’ve been a lot of help.” You say as you beam up at him. “No problem, maybe I can show you around sometime soon if my schedules not too full with all the partying I do, y’know.” He says sarcastically. You giggle and nod your head. He pivots on his foot and trails of back in the other direction. You grab your bag and see the blue wool sweater out the corner of your eye turn towards you and wave before he continues on. You smile at him, and then to yourself for a little too long. He was kind, but you still struggled to fathom that he had even approached you to begin with. Seems a little to good to be true you think to yourself. As you press the button to the elevator your mind floods with all the possibilities of what could happen this year. You step in to the empty elevator, and close your eyes, you meet Felix’s face again. You’ve only spoken to him once and he’s already consumed your mind, he tends to have that effect on people. This is going to be a long semester.

My first time writing so let me know what you think! Not sure how many parts yet but I’ll try and get the next one out soon.

[prettyyoungandbored]

Babydoll - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem! Reader

Same characters from ‘Be Careful’ and ‘I Wanna Marry You’

Author’s Note: Eventually I will find the energy to write about their Vegas wedding. Eventually. If you guys have any ideas, let me know.

NOT MY GIF

“Are you having fun?”

Y/N looked up from her glass to see Johnny standing there, beer in hand. Her stomach twisted as excitement tingled throughout her body. She had been at this bar Bam had picked out for nearly two hours and had yet to have some one on one time with Johnny, which was the only reason she went.

Or at least that’s how Holly was able to persuade her to go.

“I can make that happen easily because he’s definitely into you,” Holly remarked. “He calls you Babydoll.”

Y/N shrugged. “It’s just a nickname. He has one for everyone.” She paused. “Although he does call me that quite a lot.”

Holly threw her hands up. “Ok, fine. But you do notice that he doesn’t subject you to the same bullshit he subjects everyone else to, right?”

“I’m not in the cast.”

“You’ve seen him involve production people!” She smirked. “I actually suggested you do a stunt and he shot me down immediately. Said there’s no way in hell he’d ever let you get yourself involved like that.”

“He’s just being nice. Plus, I’m not exactly a daredevil like you all.”

That’s when Holly got on her knees. “Y/N, I’m begging you. Please come to the bar.”

Y/N shook her head, a big smile on her face. “Alright, get your ass off the floor. I’ll meet you guys there.”

She saw Holly talk to Johnny when she walked in. She waved at them, Johnny giving her a small smile when she passed by.

And then she spent the next hour with Holly, Bam, and Ryan, occasionally turning her head to watch Johnny play pool.

“Sure am,” she responded, her lips slightly curving.

He scrunched his nose, head shaking. “I don’t believe you, Babydoll.”

She didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her system or the fact she, but she blurted out, “Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what? ‘Babydoll’?” He shrugged and put the beer bottle to his lips. “Just a nickname.”

He took a swig of his beer and then paused. “Wait, do you not like it? Am I offending you?” The sincerity and concern in his tone was sweet.

She laughed, waving her hand. “It’s fine.

“Good. Besides, I only reserve that nickname for you.”

He gave her wink, which nearly made her melt in the chair. Instead, her reaction was just to roll her eyes. “You mean to tell me I’m the only woman you call ‘Babydoll’?”

“Yup. Swear to God.”

“Then what do you call the woman you pursue at other bars?”

He didn’t flinch, his smirk still intact. If anything, he looked even more amused than before. “Either ‘honey’ or ‘baby.’ Depends on the woman. But don’t worry, I haven’t used those names in quite a long time.”

“Two months isn’t that long.”

He put a hand on his chest. “Ouch, Babydoll!”

“Oh, c’mon now Johnny! I’m not shaming you! I’m just saying.”

He leaned against the bar. “How do you know it’s been two months?”

“That’s how long we’ve been shooting,” she replied.

He shook his head. “Well, you’re wrong. It’s actually been six months.”

“Poor you.”

“Yeah it’s been difficult,” he laughed. “But what about you? You must be picking up guys left and right.”

Her eyes widened. “Me? Absolutely not! I mean, I used to but, uh….” Her voice trailed off. “It’s been a while for me.”

“Six months for you too?”

“Two years actually.”

His mouth dropped. “Really?”

“Really.” She tapped on the rim of her glass. “After awhile it stopped being fun so I decided to focus on me and my work.”

He nodded, impressed. “Good for you, Babydoll.”

She hummed. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. Shoot.”

“I need you to level with me here because it’s been bothering me for the last couple of weeks. When you call me ‘Babydoll,” are you flirting with me?”

Johnny’s grin widening, signaling to her that she might have made this worse somehow. She exhaled sharply, feeling the heat of embarrassment in her face.

“Yeah, ok, I’m leaving,” she said, standing up from the chair.

“No, hey, wait.”

She turned to see Johnny’s hand holding on to hers. Her eyes glanced up at him to find him staring at her once again with complete sincerity.

“You’re really askin’ me that? Has that really not been obvious the entire time?”

She stopped fighting to hide her smile as heart beat picked up it’s pace.

“Well are you gonna do something about it?” she asked.

Johnny pulled her face to his, his lips devouring hers. The second their lips touched, she felt the electricity, the high, and the energy all at once. And yet, she also felt a comfort she’d never experienced in her years of kissing. If a kiss were ever to make sense to a person, this one did to her. It was as if all her years of kissing had led up to this moment.

A moment in which it felt the world was theirs and theirs only.

They pulled away, his breath on hers. She opened her eyes to find his dark brown eyes looking into her, almost in disbelief in what just happened.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to do that,”’ she said, hoping maybe his disbelief would settle into relief.

And it did, before that damn smirk returned to his face.

“Oh, Babydoll, I’m gonna show you what else I’ve been wanting to do with you.”

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She woke up tangled in heavy sheets. She looked over to see Johnny lying on his back, fast asleep.

To say the night before had been exhilarating was putting it rather lightly. At least to her.

Then, out of nowhere it hit her. That damn pang in her chest that reminded her of why she stopped sleeping around. She had grown attached.

But none of those nights felt like last night and you’re not the woman you used to be she tried to rationalize to herself.

And while her heart agreed, her head told her it was time for her to run as fast as could.

She pulled the covers off and knelt down on the floor, grabbing her underwear and shirt first. She slid on the underwear and threw her shirt over her head.

As she leaned down to pick her jeans, she heard a voice grumble, “What’re you doing?”

She looked over to see Johnny awake and rubbing his face.

“I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Impossible. Come back to bed.”

“But-.”

“I promise I’ll buy you breakfast from that diner you like.”

She stopped. “How do you know about that?”

“I’ll tell you if you come back to bed.”

She sighed and crawled back into bed. Johnny smiled as he threw an arm around her, nestling his nose against hers.

“Too early to be up,” he whispered. “Also, Holly told me you like it there.”

She exhaled as she prepared herself for the worst. “Look, I like you, but I’m not into the whole friends with benefits thing. I’m sorry if that ruins everything, but I can’t do it, especially not with you.”

Much to her surprise, he chuckled. “We’re not gonna be friends with benefits.”

“Then what-.”

“You and I are gonna go on a date. Tonight. I’m gonna take you to this place I think you’ll like and we’ll see what happens from there, but I have a good feeling we’re gonna go on another and then some more after that.”

Her heart burst at the thought. Still, she kept her excitement to herself and just smiled at him. “Is that so?”

“I know so.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “Then that works with me.”

He pecked her lips before pulling her closer to him.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me before?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you?” he countered playfully.

“Because, look at you. You’re smart, courageous, handsome, and the kind of guy every woman wants.”

The way his smile softened had her wondering if maybe she’d said something wrong.

“And here I was, afraid you’d see that you’re too good for me,” he said.

She laughed. “Trust me, I’m not.”

“Well, I happen to disagree so we’re just gonna leave it at that.”

He pecked her lips and closed his eyes. She pulled back her lips.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want me to call you Johnny or by your real name?”

He opened his eyes. “How’d you know Johnny’s not my real name?”

“I was in charge of your paperwork and I saw your real name. Philip John, right?”

He nodded. “Or P.J. for short.”

“P.J.?”

He smiled, licking his lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anybody say that name as sweet as you.”

She beamed. “Then it’s settled. I’ll call you P.J. and you can call me Y/N or Babydoll.”

“You got it, Babydoll.”

[maximoffromanoffs]

First Kiss

Today was just another day on set. Or almost just another day.

We were in the middle of filming a movie, one in which I was over the moon to be chosen for the part. Getting to work with Scarlett was a dream, but getting to play her love interest was even better.

But just as that scene (I previously felt so excited about) is coming up, I’m feeling myself getting increasingly more nervous. Having never kissed anyone before, I don’t want to make it bad. I know it’s just for the screen but I still don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Scarlett. I mean it’s Scarlett Johansson.

It’s one of those scenes where we’re speaking, but she cuts me off by cupping my cheeks and kissing me essentially. But they told us to not make it fast, like to let the audience see the decision to lean in for the kiss, before we actually do so.

Yet the moment I feel her hands reach for my face, I panic, grabbing her hands and pulling them off my face for a moment. Uttering my apologies for messing up the scene, Scarlett shakes her head and says “It’s okay y/n, really. You want to try again?” I nod, and we repeat our previous actions, reading our lines, and just as she’s leaning in I can’t help but pull away again.

This time I look to the director asking if I can have a short break, needing a moment to breathe. As soon as I get the nod of approval from them, I take off, stopping on a bench around the corner. I pull my legs up and sit resting my head down on my knees, trying to persuade myself to get over it and just kiss her.

I’m mumbling to myself “Stop being so stupid, just do it, it’s only a scene.” I’m cut off when I feel a gentle hand on my back and I turn to see Scarlett with a worried look on her face.

“Hey honey, is it okay if I join you?” I can’t help the blush that spreads across my face, as I nod to her words.

“You doing okay? I knew something was up because you usually never mess up our scenes.”

I notice she’s looking at me, and can’t help but meet her eyes, until I realise I still haven’t said anything in response to her. I’m just staring.

I’m sure I’m blushing even harder than before as I say “I’m okay. I just um- haven’t ever, you know.”

Noticing I’m getting anxious again, she places a hand on my thigh and strokes her thumb across my leg. “Haven’t ever what, my love?”

I look down to avoid making eye contact as I mumble “I haven’t ever kissed anyone..” as quickly as I possibly can.

There’s a moment of silence, and I automatically assume she’s judging me, I mean most people have their first kiss in school. I know it’s weird that I still haven’t kissed anyone, and that I didn’t mention that when I agreed to be in a romance film with Scarlett, but I really didn’t think it would be an issue for me. Oh how wrong I was.

She breaks me out of my thoughts, when she places a gently finger under my chin, to direct me to look at her face. When I do, she has a gentle smile on her face.

She has such an infectious smile I can’t help but smile back, making her hum, happy she’d made me smile again.

I almost choke when she asks me “You want me to teach you?” She cups my cheeks, as if to not let me pull away this time.

“Deep breath lovey, you’re okay.” I listen to her words and take a deep breath. She leans in a little, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then whispering “Close your eyes.” with her lips still pressed into my skin.

My breath hitches in my throat, as I obey and close my eyes.

I feel her soft breathing against my lips as she's getting closer to my face. Her lips already touching mine as she mumbles "keep breathing" before fully pressing her lips against mine.

It's nothing major, nothing too much, just a simple kiss to make me more comfortable with the scene.

As she pulls away I see her signature smirk spreading across her face as she continues to cup my face and keep me close.

She then asks "Wasn't too scary, huh?" making me giggle while shaking my head. "No, definitely not."

We both stand and decide to head back to set, me feeling a lot more ready for our 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 kiss.

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

[Chapter 4] First Steps

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“Fuck-” You get up from the bed and run to the bathroom. This is your every morning now. Hopefully it’ll end when your first trimester ends. In four weeks.

A week after your ultrasound, Satoru calls daily to check up on how you’re doing. It’s so clear how excited he is… Or at least worried about everything. You hope he shares the same feelings as you.

You’re mainly worried about how your life will turn out, how you’ll be able to balance everything. Working, studying, and being a mother. But you’re also so excited. You’ve always wanted to be a mother. And although it isn’t the best time of your life to have a baby, you’re still excited.

Although that excitement doesn’t display in the mornings after you puke your guts out. You’re reasonably groggy, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You always swear you’ll buy some medicine for the morning sickness, but you always forget. Each morning you’re reminded and punished.

There’s a knock on your door, and you look at the time. It’s so early in the morning so you wonder who it is, showing up with no prior notice. You doubt it’s Satoru because you’re sure he’ll call beforehand, plus you’re meeting later today.

You open the door, raising your eyebrows as you look at Kaya. She holds a teddy bear, a big smile on her face as she waves the plush’s arm. “A little gift for my niece or nephew.”

“Kaya…” You say, sadly not too excited. You’ve been keeping in touch with her, but you hadn’t seen each other since she told your secret. Although you aren’t exactly mad at her since you’re now keeping your baby, you can’t help but feel a bit betrayed. “Come in.”

“How have you been doing?” She asks as she enters the apartment. She goes to the couch and puts the teddy bear on the coffee table. You close the door and walk to the living room to sit down beside Kaya. 

“I’ve been doing… Good.” You answer. You have some time off before the next semester, but you can’t say you’re doing so well when each morning you puke your guts out and anything that smells too strong makes you run to the bathroom.

“You’re eight weeks along, right?” She asks and you nod in response. “So you’ll be having a cancer baby.”

“A what?” Your eyes widen. She realizes how wrong that sounds, and is quick to apologize.

“Sorry. Like the zodiac sign.” She clarifies. “Have you done some shopping? What are your plans for the day? Maybe we can go out shopping.”

“I haven’t really gone out shopping. But today I’m going out with Satoru to look at places to move.” You share, and her eyes widen, sparkling knowing the questions she has to ask next. She’s been wondering, but asking over text isn’t the most appropriate thing.

“How is he? What is he going to do? You never told me any details.” She begins, and you sigh. You stand up and walk to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

“He’s fine.” You keep the answer vague. You don’t want to share any details. You’re not in the greatest mood for talking either. “How’s Daisuke?”

“He’s… I’m not sure.” She says. She stands up and walks over to the kitchen to be closer to you.

“Why? You two are usually all over each other.” You tell her, and a sigh escapes her lips. She bites the inside of her cheek, debating about telling you. She decides it’s not worth it, it’ll be resolved eventually she just has to give it some time.

“How has morning sickness been treating you?” She changes the topic. “Have you bought something to treat it?”

“Not yet. I always forget.” You answer.

“I can buy some for you.” She offers, but you shake your head.

“It’s fine, I’ll ask Satoru later to stop at a pharmacy.”

-

“Satoru… You should’ve sent me a text so I could meet you at your car.” You tell the man. He smiles at you, holding a box of chocolates, which you gladly take from his hands.

“I don’t know… I don’t like that. I want to properly greet you.” He says. He walks into the apartment and awkwardly looks around the place as you put the chocolates in your pantry. It’s his first time actually stepping into the place. “Plus I have to make sure you’re wearing the proper attire so our little nugget doesn’t freeze.”

“Little nugget is killing me each morning.” You share as you grab your purse. He raises his eyebrow as you walk over to him. He looks you over, making sure that the coat you have on is appropriate for the weather outside. “Let’s go.”

You both walk out of the apartment and go to his car. He opens the passenger door for you and you get in. You put on your seatbelt as he gets in the driver’s side. Instead of beginning the drive to your first stop, he reaches into the backseat.

“While out shopping I saw this pacifier and I couldn’t resist.” He confesses as he gives you the item. You look at the giraffe pacifier. Your heart melts at the thought of your baby with it. You don’t say anything, instead you just smile. He notices the smile, causing him to smile as well. 

He begins to drive, and it’s quiet for a couple of minutes while you get comfortable. You just stare at the pacifier. You look at Satoru, studying what you can see about him. At least you know that your baby won’t be ugly. 

“How’s work going?” You ask.

“It’s… Good.” He answers. He doesn’t want to get into details so it’s best just to say good. “How about you? You work, right?”

“I do. Work is good.” You respond.

“Have you thought about quitting?” He questions, and you can’t help but raise your eyebrows. Quitting? Not really. You wouldn’t be able to support yourself.

“Not really, why?” You reply.

“I’m willing to pay for everything and give you an allowance. I just want my little nugget to be alright.” He offers, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You think about it, but at the moment you can’t give the man an answer.

The rest of the ride is quiet. The moment you think of your next question, the man parks outside an apartment building.

-

After looking at many apartments, you’re still left unconvinced. None of them seem good enough to have a baby in. And now Satoru sits across from you at a fast food restaurant, watching as you eat the fries.

“There’s one more apartment around here… But I’m not sure you’ll like it.” Satoru says before he steals one of your fries. You glare at him, even though he bought the food. He refused to get anything and now he dares to eat some of your food?

“Maybe we can look at two bedrooms… I was thinking about it this week, and maybe a spare bedroom would be useful.” You begin, watching as he takes another one of your fries. You’re tempted to slap his hand, but you manage to control yourself. “Plus, I’m sure you’ll be staying over a lot. You’ll need your own place.”

“How about a three bedroom?” He suggests. “I’m paying for everything, of course.”

“Why a three bedroom?” You question. “We’ll be moving to a house eventually, for now a two bedroom would do.”

“I know but… Wouldn’t it be fun to decorate a nursery?” He asks, which takes you a bit back. You hadn’t really thought about that. You had been thinking of just having the crib in your bedroom, and although you’ve always thought of decorating a nursery while pregnant, it hadn’t come to your mind. Because your pregnancy isn’t one that was planned, so solving everything has been on your mind. Everything that has to be done. The cost of having a baby. So you haven’t been thinking about a nursery.

“It would be.” You smile. You continue eating, and he continues stealing your fries.

“So… Do you have parents?” Satoru asks, which feels beyond awkward to ask now that you’re pregnant with his child. This should’ve been done before you two even thought about having sex. You nod in response. “Do they know about your pregnancy?”

“Not yet…” You answer. You’ve been putting it off. You want to tell them in person. “I’m going home next week, I’ll tell them then.”

“I can go with you if you want… We’re going to meet anyway considering I’ll be active in nugget’s life.” He offers, and you nod in response. He has to meet them, and you hope they’ll be less harsher if Satoru is right there.

“How about your parents, Satoru?” You question, and the man sighs. “We don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll tell them… Although they’re not really active in my life. They weren’t with me much while growing up.” He replies. “But I guess we can share the news with them. Although I want to tell them after we tell your parents.”

“Fine by me.” You respond. The man continues eating the fries, and you furrow your eyebrow. “If you want I can get you some food.”

“I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head.

“Well I am. Carrying a baby is not easy.” You say, taking your fries and making them hard to reach. Satoru chuckles, an apology leaving his lips. He hadn’t realized how annoyed you were.

“Did you know that the baby is the size of a kidney bean?” He brings up, and you tilt your head before shaking your head. The corner of your lips turn upwards.

“No… That’s nice to know though. Thank you for the information.”

“Sorry if that sounds weird. I’ve been researching.” He confesses. You sigh, feeling incompetent because you haven’t really bothered to research much about your pregnancy. You can’t even get simple medicine for your morning sickness. It’s just all so… New.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. He raises his brow, wondering what you could possibly be sorry for. “I should’ve told you… Or well, tried to tell you on my own terms. You only found out because Kaya slipped up and told her little boyfriend. I just didn’t think you’d want the baby so I refused to tell you.”

“Oh… Why did you think I wouldn’t want to keep the baby?” He questions, and you sigh.

“Because the morning after you told me it was a mistake, so why would you want to keep a baby that’s a mistake?” You tell him, and the man sighs. That brings up so much. “But I’m glad that you’re so happy about nugget.”

“I’m sorry for… Being such an asshole the morning after.” His voice is low, and you feel the need to change the topic. You’re apartment hunting, and you still have to continue looking for your next place so you can’t afford to ruin the mood.

“Let’s get going.” You stand up, picking up your tray of food. He steps up and follows behind.

You get to the car, and before Satoru starts the car, he reaches into the backseat once again. You wonder what it is this time. The man takes off his shades as he grabs the item. He puts the item on the console of the car, and you swear you’ll cry.

“I found…” He begins, he looks at you. You look at him for a minute or so, admiring the eyes that you rarely see. “I found some of my old baby stuff, and I found a pair of my baby shoes. And I want my baby to have these.”

“They’re so cute, Satoru.” You hold back tears. You don’t understand. It’s the pregnancy that makes you sentimental. He’s so happy, it makes you jealous. Not an ounce of worry seems to consume his mind. While you’re mostly worried about everything. How it’ll all turn out.

“So when are we going to your parents’ house? I need to know so I can request to take those days off.” He asks as he begins driving. You inspect the baby shoes that your baby will wear eventually.

“I’ll be leaving on Friday and spend an entire week there.” You inform him.

“Alright then. I’ll be leaving with you on Friday.”

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[anatee]

Bloody Skywalker | Pt. 2 | Anakin x Reader

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Obi-Wan knew that putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. The most interesting things, however, are happening right where he can’t see the bloody Skywalker.

Content: Anakin x Female!Padawan!reader, bits of angst, fluff, no mature content (yet 😏), Revenge of the Sith references

Word count: 3.2K

There’ll be a part 3! Tagging as requested @50svibes​  @ssophiebirkas​

Time was flowing agonisingly slowly while she was anticipating that meeting. She had her own obligations to focus on, yet found herself constantly thinking about the upcoming event. Every time she and Anakin met on the roof, they could talk heart-to-heart, and these were the conversations that partly made her fall for him. They stopped them when he got together with Padme, even before Y/N knew about it, which only confirmed it was something really intimate.

When the time came, she felt extremely nervous yet excited at the same time. She thought she was early, but Anakin was already there - standing by the barrier and enjoying the view. She had to take a deep breath before getting his attention, but he had already sensed her - and turned to face her first.

"Hi." He beamed, standing there without the robe, but just in the outfit he always wore underneath it. With his hair a bit ruffled by the wind, and his toned body leaning against the railing, he was as dreamy as he could, making her weak in her knees.

"Hi," she replied, taking another deep breath. "I suppose neither of us wanted to be late, huh?" she added, hoping to release the tension.

"We're both in time for the night views. Come, take a look."

She approached him and leaned against the barrier, too, making sure she didn't touch him in the process. He seemed to notice it, but didn't comment, keeping that few inches long distance between them.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, enjoying the views, but the atmosphere was definitely tense, and they could both feel it. When it became too much to handle, Y/N spoke:

"You know, I miss Naboo at times. The landscapes, I mean. But... Coruscant at night is breathtaking, too. Certainly has some..." She turned to glance at him. "Views to enjoy," she added, then quickly looked away, realising what she'd said.

"We can agree on this," he replied, also looking at her. A shiver went down her spine, and she wasn't sure if he noticed.

"You're so cheesy I can't stand you." She rolled her eyes, smacking him on the arm.

"You started!" he argued, and they both started laughing as they smacked and poked each other teasingly, as if they were just kids again. As the laughter started dying down, Anakin suddenly grabbed her wrists gently to stand opposite her and look into her eyes, causing her to stiffen.

"Y/N, there are no words to express how much I've missed you," he admitted, still breathing heavily. "And all of this."

"Me too," she replied before she could think about it, but it was the truth. "But you know... I didn't want to... Make things awkward. I mean, if I had a boyfriend like you..."

"What do you mean like me?"

At this point Y/N thought that it would be best if someone just severed her tongue before she talked to Anakin at all.

"I'm not going to compliment you because I won't hear the end of it," she said, freeing her wrists from his hands. "The point is, I wouldn't want some random girl hanging out with my boyfriend so much."

"You're not a random girl. You've never been," he replied, making her heart skip a beat yet again. "But I understand what you're saying."

Y/N turned away from him once again to be able to calm down.

"While we're at it... Has anything changed? How are you feeling?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I haven't been better in a long time. And you? Tell me you don't want to leave the Order anymore."

She took another deep breath. "No, I don't."

"I'm so glad," he admitted, still looking at her while she was trying to avoid his gaze. "I was so scared. This place wouldn't be the same without you."

She didn't comment, afraid she might embarrass herself even further. Instead, she really focused on the view, the sparkling lights of the night reflecting in Anakin's eyes she tried not to look at.

"You know, I almost forgot how beautiful it can be around here."

"That's why I hope we can come back to meeting here."

"Because of the view?" she asked just to say something, not expecting his answer at all.

"Because of you."

Y/N turned her head to look at him, more confused than ever. These weren't even jokes anymore and she didn't know how to react. What was he saying?

They were standing opposite each other again, closer than before. A small, almost shy smile didn't disappear from Anakin's face as he carefully put his hands on her shoulders, sending shivers through her body.

"You look beautiful," he admitted, and she closed her eyes as if in pain.

"Oh, why did you have to say that..."

"I'm sorry. That's just what I see," he replied, unaware of what exactly he was apologising for. "I know I've never told you this before, but I have always thought that."

At that moment, Y/N didn't even know what to think anymore. Her heart was racing, but she tried to stay conscious and not miss anything he was saying. The Force was tingling inside her as if hinting that something was about to happen.

"Oh, I just remembered... That guy... The one you fell in love with..." Anakin began suddenly, lowering his head.

"Anakin, he doesn't exist," she cut him off, panicking. "No, I mean, he does, but... Oh, can we just pretend like I've never said that?"

Anakin could sense even through the Force how nervous and clearly embarrassed she was. He wasn't sure whether to drop the subject or try to help her...

"Y/N, if something's wrong, you can always talk to me..."

"Nothing's wrong," she whispered, but it was a lie, and she couldn't even look into his eyes as she said that.

"But you know I can sense it, right?" he said with sincere concern. "Oh, Y/N, just come here," he added as he opened his arms to envelope her with them, causing her to hold her breath.

They've never hugged. Not like this.

It was so warm and comforting, and of course she didn't want it to end, but at the same time she was panicking. This embrace wasn't helping her case, if anything, it was worsening it, making her wish he would hug her like this more often.

"Better?" he asked quietly as he pulled her even closer, so close she could hear his heartbeat, and if that wasn't only making her fall harder...

"Better. Thank you," she replied, sighing. "But we should stop, someone might see us," she added quickly, taking a step back that clearly took him by surprise.

"We're not doing anything wrong," he said, and she could swear she saw something gleam in his eyes when he did, sounding a bit darker than usual.

Well, if I weren't falling in love with you as we went, then yes, we wouldn't be.

"You're not exactly the one to trust when it comes to rules," she said with a chuckle, once again trying to relieve the tension.

"Oi, don't act like you've never broken them," he retorted and she sighed again.

I'm breaking them every time I see you.

"Obi-Wan says it's you who demoralised me," she said truthfully, leaning herself against the barrier again.

"He didn't stop me, though," Anakin said proudly, and they both laughed again.

"And you don't seem ashamed at all!"

"Hey, but what did I do? Only made you race with me once or twice..."

"Or twenty times." She nudged him with her elbow.

"It's not like I put a lightsaber to your throat, you agreed to it."

"But if you weren't there, I would have never even thought of such races."

"But you enjoyed them!" he argued teasingly, and both of them were unbelievably happy that the atmosphere changed to such a relaxed one. "And now we don't race because you know you can't defeat me."

Y/N smacked him in the head with no hesitation.

"Hey!" he yelled in surprise.

"Not everyone was piloting aircrafts from the moment they were born!" She smacked him again, leaving him flabbergasted. "I only wanted to grow plants and stuff!"

A cocky smile quickly appeared on his face.

"But if you stayed on Naboo growing plants, you wouldn't be here with me now.... And isn't now a better option?"

Her first instinct was to say yes immediately, but then she realised...

If she had stayed on Naboo, at least she would have never fallen in love with him. But then, when they were there together, laughing, teasing each other, relaxed...

"Maybe it is," she admitted. "And maybe I just like you too much, bloody Skywalker," she added quietly, avoiding his gaze again. It was somehow therapeutic to tell him this without him knowing what she actually meant.

The cockiness on Anakin's face turned into sincere happiness as he grabbed her hand again, making sure to use his real hand instead of the metal one.

"Me too," he replied, and before she could melt into a puddle right then and there, she cackled, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yes, you definitely like yourself too much."

"Hey, you know that's not what I meant!" 

They began laughing again, hysterically at that, not having felt this relaxed for ages - and they would be doing this for much longer if it weren't for a familiar voice that interrupted.

"There you are."

They immediately composed themselves and looked to their side - Obi-Wan was approaching them with a small smile on his face.

"Oh," Y/N cackled one last time, then took a deep breath to calm down. "Hello, Master."

"It's nice to see you two in high spirits," he said, then looked pointedly at Y/N, as if asking how things were. She replied with a face that clearly said everything was alright, even if it wasn't.

"Nice to see you too, Master," Anakin replied with exaggerated happiness.

"I have news. Anakin, it was decided that we'll be trying to rescue the Chancellor in a few days."

"Finally," he said eagerly.

"And am I going?" Y/N asked, and Obi-Wan frowned.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. We're taking the best at piloting."

"Oh, of course." She laughed, then patted Anakin on his shoulder. "And here we have the best pilot of the Galaxy."

"At least you're admitting that now," he said proudly and she shook her head.

"Shut up or I'll use the Force to do it."

"You two are still kids, aren't you?" Obi-Wan shook his head, too. "I want to leave you to yourselves, but who knows? Maybe you'll blow up the temple if I leave?"

"Oh, Master Kenobi. You know I am responsible," Y/N claimed, giggling.

"But are you responsible enough to handle him?"

"Are you both against me?" Anakin asked, pretending to be outraged. This was when Y/N seized the opportunity and walked a little to stand next to Obi-Wan.

"What do you say, Master Kenobi?"

"I can't believe this." Anakin stared at both of them, then sent Y/N a look that made her want to shout at him for doing it next to Kenobi. No matter what his intentions were, his gaze was so suggestive it made her feel hotter. Obi-Wan, however, seemed to have missed it.

Soon they returned to the temple and all in all, that evening turned out to be much nicer than Y/N anticipated. Her nerves were gone and she was eager to meet with Anakin yet again, this time ready to talk to him, even if her feelings were still devouring her from the inside.

However, on the night before Anakin's departure, things went downhill. Fear filled up her heart and the scariest visions - mostly those of Anakin dying - began to haunt her. This was when she began wondering... If she were to never see him again, maybe she should confess to him?

Would it haunt her forever if she didn't?

Unexplainable were the feelings that led her to his bedroom that night. The moment she saw his door, however, reality washed over her. It was ridiculous.

Little did she know Anakin wasn't asleep, either. He was staring into the ceiling above his bed, thinking about the upcoming mission, when suddenly something disturb his thoughts.

A familiar voice, echoing in his head... It didn't take him much to realise it was Y/N's voice.

Her thoughts were so full of fear and so loud he could hear them through the Force even without intending it. She was close, and he really wanted to know why.

"No, I can't go to him, this is so stupid... Why did I even come here? Why would I even tell him? I can't tell him the truth..."

These words ignited his curiosity even more. He left his bed quickly, then walked to the door even faster as he could feel she began walking away.

"Y/N," he said, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.

"Anakin?" She gulped, turning to see him, and then she immediately gulped again when she realised he was shirtless. "Oh, what are you doing here?" she asked as if she didn't expect him to be there at all.

"I sensed you. And I know you came to see me."

Her heart dropped. He couldn't have heard, could he?

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you. You have the mission tomorrow, so I'll just go back to bed now, good night."

Anakin wasn't going to let it go and he used the Force to pull her back towards himself, causing her to gasp.

"Y/N, tell me why you came." He put his hands on her shoulders as she tried not to stare at his bare chest. "You know I would never... I don't know, do anything to harm you in any way. Why are you scared?"

She didn't have any response to this. Looking down, she just hoped it could just pass...

"Come inside, let's talk." He gestured towards his room, then let her in before closing the door.

Another silence enveloped them, one that Anakin wasn't going to endure.

"After our meeting on the roof, I thought we were okay again?" he asked and she just gave up.

"Kriff, I'm just scared for you, okay?" she said eventually, dropping her hands. "I'm devastated by the thought that you might die during this mission. And now more than ever I regret all these moments when I was avoiding you. That's it."

That was not it, of course, it was just part of the truth, but already more than she had intended to tell him.

Anakin's expression softened immediately. His heart fluttered at these words, and he thought it was high time he stopped lying to himself, too.

He moved closer to her. "Oh, Y/N..."

"I know I should be used to this as a Jedi, but..."

"Shhh," he whispered, then suddenly cupped her face to make her look at him. Warmth filled her up immediately; she didn't expect that of him, but at this point it was only between them and the darkness around... 

"I understand. I will be scared for you, too," he admitted. "But I will come back safe. And with the Chancellor. I assure you."

"Promise me?" she asked before she could stop herself and he nodded, smiling softly.

"I could promise you this and much more."

Everything was getting warmer - her body, the atmosphere, the air in the smallest gap between them, the hands that were still holding her face. They were both looking into each other's eyes with their hearts racing, the Force tingling them as if trying to foreshadow that something was about to happen.

"I trust you, Skywalker."

"And I'm... So happy to hear that." Anakin's gaze suddenly wandered to her lips... And they have never been closer.

"Y/N, maybe before I go..." he began quietly. "Maybe I should do something I should've done much earlier."

"What is it?" she asked, almost shivering under his touch.

His eyes wandered to her lips again, and then it happened so suddenly she didn't have time to stop him: he kissed her, full on the lips, bringing her as close to himself as possible.

And at that point, nothing else mattered as she responded to the kiss, deepening it immediately when she put her hands on his bare chest for support. Her heart was racing faster than ever, even though her mind hadn't registered what was happening yet. Her body seemed to be acting on its own, knowing that the only thing it wanted was him. It was electrifying; they were lost in each other, and neither of them cared about anything else other than the person before them.

But when Y/N’s back hit the door under the pressure of his kiss, she woke up.

"Anakin, we can't," she almost cried, pushing him away from her with as much force as she could.

"Did you not want that?" he asked in disbelief, his heart shattering just a little when he saw the look on his face.

He had realised how he really felt about her a long time ago and wanted to prepare her for it a bit more delicately, but since the opportunity came... He just could not let it go.

"It's not about what I want, it's... We can't." She was saying all of this with a knot in her heart, knowing very well how much she wanted to stay with him right then and there, and give into the night. "I'm sorry, I... Have a safe mission," she added and before he could stop her, left the room as quickly as possible.

Anakin stood in the same place for the moment, as if glued to the ground, then plopped onto his bed with his head hung low.

He knew they weren't supposed to do this. But if so... Then why did it feel so right when their lips met mere minutes ago?

Now he knew the mission was the least of his concerns.

Y/N was walking as fast as she could back to her bedroom, running almost, holding back tears of frustration. That kiss, that few seconds were the most blissful seconds of her entire life, the happiest she's been in months, maybe years even... And yet, she wasn't allowed to feel this ever again.

Maybe the Jedi weren't as perfect as she had perceived them... If they didn't even allow happiness.

Eventually, she couldn't hold it back anymore - she stopped in one of the corridors and let the tears flow, her sobs echoing in the sleeping Jedi temple. With her face covered, she didn't even notice she had company.

"No need to cry there is."

Y/N almost jumped at Yoda's voice. She looked up and wiped her tears at once, composing herself.

"Oh, Master Yoda." She bowed slightly. "I didn't expect you here."

Yoda gazed at her searchingly.

"Conflicted you are, I sense."

She knew there was no use in lying.

"Yes. A lot," she whispered, not looking at him, and he fell silent for a moment.

"Take a break you should," he said eventually. "So many bad emotions the way to the dark side are."

She nodded, bowing again and thinking that a break might really help her.

"I will, Master."

[pinejayy]

Yandere! Bob Velseb x Reader (Sweet Candy)

I’m simping very hard for Bob like god damn choke me harder daddy.

Trigger warnings: Blood, implied cannibalism, choking, kidnapping, curse words, knife, Bob just being terrible in general.

There’s probably a lot of grammar mistakes, my bad it’s been awhile since I’ve wrote something.

Halloween night, you were home watching horror movies and eating candy. There was nothing like watching classic horror movies.

As you were watching your movies and you heard a loud crashing sound in the kitchen. You quickly got up and heading towards the kitchen. “Stupid kids, why are they always crazy during Halloween.” You muttered to yourself. You wonder why kids got like this during Halloween, they already get free candy and they decide to be little fuck heads. Thinking that some kids threw rocks at your windows but you were wrong. Deadly wrong…it was more sinister. 

When entering the kitchen you saw a man wearing a devil mask with a red hoodie and he was holding a knife. Your blood went cold…pale face. Shaken up by what’s in front of you , your eyes widen as he slowly started to make his way towards you. He was huge. Tall and a bit on the bigger side. What did make him stand out was his smile… his creepy sinister smile.

As he was making his way towards you, you backed up. Not knowing what to do you panicked grabbed the nearest item, a lemon. He laughed at you, his laugh was enough to send shivers down your back“What are you going to do, SEASON ME.” Throwing the lemon at his face as hard as you could you made a run for it. He growled slightly. Running after you. No one has really ever stood up to him but you…he liked you. Bob was breathing heavily, he supposed to kill you but something about you catches his attention. Oh he’s definitely going to play games with you.

You panicked, trying to find a hiding spot. And you decided to run to your room, your phone was there so maybe you could call the cops before this guy gets to you. Once you got to your room you locked the door and went over to your phone. As you were dailing the number you heard the door crash open. The guy was standing there, he broke the door with no effort. He was quick and already by your side. He slapped the phone away from you and stomped on it. He quickly grabbed you and pinned you to the nearest wall. Grabbing you by the neck. He was choking you, he slowly brought the knife close to your face. “Did you know, a heart can keep beating even when outside the body.”

Gasping for air you struggled against him, when you heard him speak he gave you a weird fact about the human body. “Hh I a-already k-knew that.” You wheezed out. He looked at you, he loosen the grip against your neck. You gasped for air but still struggled against him. “Please..don’t kill me. I’ll do anything. I won’t call the cops please mister..”

Bob smiled even more, laughing deeply. Anything huh? “I do need a new doll.” He said letting you go. Backing away slowly he looked around the room. “Stay put or I’ll gut you like fish.”

Nodding quickly he looked around the room. He was looking for something. You just stood there shaking. What’s happening, what does he mean by a new doll? You slowly started to cry, looking down. As you cried he was standing in front of you. You haven’t noticed him yet.

“Now this is gonna hurt doll.” He said. You quickly looked up confused, looking at him with tears in your eyes but quickly your eyes widen. He was holding a lamp, without any hesitation, he quickly smashed against your head. Everything went black for you and Bob just laughed. He picked your limp body up,throwing you over his shoulder and walked away. He was quick on leaving your house and made his way to his place. An old hidden house in the woods. He just had to be careful so he doesn’t get caught.

He had a long way to his place but at least he has a new toy to play with. As he was walking he got excited, he was thinking on the things he would do to you. He could tie you up and force feed you a meal made from a family member or friend. Or he could tease you with a knife. He was breathing heavily. Obviously getting a little too excited. After awhile he finally made it to his place, once he got in he carried you to his bedroom, throwing you to the bed not caring if he woke you up. He locked all the doors and windows so you wouldn’t escape him.

Once he was done with that he made his way to you, he tied you up with rope. He looked at your body, looking at every detail and every curve. Mouthing watering he wondered how you would taste like. Maybe soon he’ll find out. But for now he looked at you licking his lips.

A few hours passed by and you slowly started to wake up. Damn what a crazy nightmare all you remembered was that this Devil guy was inside your house and took you away. But soon after your head started hurting. “God fucking damnit my head hurts.” You mumbled to you. You tried to move your arms but couldn’t, you looked around panicking. You noticed that you were tied up. Then everything that happened to you wasn’t a nightmare.

“Ah you’re finally awake my Sweet Candy.”

You looked up and saw that red Devil guy. Oh my god, what does this guy want. Looking around his room you saw blood stains and skeletons and dismembered body parts. You wanted to throw up. Who was this guy?!

“Sorry about the mess Sweet Candy, I get a little messy when I eat.” He said laughing. “Now that your my little doll now, I should introduce myself. I’m Bob…Bob Velseb. What’s your name?”

Wait you recognize that name. He was the guy in the news that escaped prison. He was charged for murder and cannibalism. As you were thinking you completely ignored his question.

“I ASKED YOU YOUR NAME!” He yelled at you, grabbing you by the face with one of his hands. “Are ya gonna answer me or do I have to force you.”

Whimpering out “I’m Y/N… Y/N L/N.” Crying out. Bob just laughed at your reaction. Soon after he let go of your face. “Now that wasn’t so hard right Sweet Candy.” He said, getting up. “Now I’m going to untie you and you better not do anything unless…” he said and lifting his sweater up a bit showing his knife. You got his hint and shook your head.

“Good.” He simply said, untying you. Rubbing your wrist, you looked at him. He looked very intimidating. God what did you get yourself into. Not knowing what to do you just sat there with your head down. Was this your life now, or until he decides to kill you.

“Now Sweet Candy, don’t be afraid of me I won’t hurt you unless you give me a good reason.” He said, looking at you, sitting next to you. He lifting up your chin forcing you to look up at him. He stroked you check with a finger of his. “You belong to me.” He growled softly.

Nodding at his comment, which just made him smile even more. “Good..now you should rest up. I’ll cook you a nice dinner.” He said, his mouth was already watering up. He couldn’t wait for dinner. And with that he got up and walked away shutting and locking the door behind him.

You broke down crying, curling up into a ball. Was this really your life, you weren’t going to see your friends and family anymore. And you didn’t even want to think about what this guy is going to cook for you. Hopefully you can find a way out of this.

( What do you guys think, yeah yeah my writing skills are very rusty but I hope you like it. But maybe a part 2??)

[swap-and-possessions]

Suit Vlogger: Confidence & Addiction

Channel Name: Swapsider99 Subscriber Count: 240,999 (+8,898 within the last hour)

Aiden: Good morning, guys! My name is Swapsider99, and welcome back to my channel. If you’re new and haven’t watched my previous videos, this is where I showcase the latest and hip bodysuits in the market. As you can see, I’m at the local gym owned by my best friend’s uncle. There’s nobody else here yet since it’s too early in the morning. It’s my first time here. And by here, I meant the gym. I was more into books than lifting weights when I was growing up. So, don’t ask me why I don’t have a single pound of muscle on me.

[Aiden lifts his arms and tries to flex them. His biceps didn’t bulge out no matter how hard he tried.]

Aiden: If you’ve watched my previous videos, you might have noticed that the bodysuits I bought were mainly twinks – twunks, at most.  This time, I’m trying out a new one since I finally got paid by my first sponsor. 

[The video shifts to a different scene detailing Aiden’s new sponsor]

[Add an edited picture of various bodies]

Aiden: This video is sponsored by Body & Suit™. They specialize in top-of-the-line bodysuits at affordable prices. Their suits can range from the sexiest twinks to the beefiest bears. They boast bodysuits with millions of neuropathic junctions that ensure you’ll feel as if you weren’t wearing a bodysuit at all! Follow the link in the description, and you can use the code “SWAPSIDER99” to get a discount on your latest purchase.

Aiden: Now, let’s move on to the bulk of the video.

Aiden: Our sponsor for today has graciously gifted me one of their top-line bodysuits. I was thinking of buying this bodysuit – but I guess they caught wind of me first. I read their email saying they want me to host one of their bodysuits on my channel. If I agree, they’ll send one for free! Wouldn’t you believe it? I love free things as much as I love bodysuits.

[Aiden pulls out a massive box from out of the frame. He struggled to lift it from the floor but managed in the end.]

Aiden: Phew! This **** is heavy [word is blurted out to prevent demonetization]. They said it was, but I didn’t expect it to be this heavy. Anyway, the box looked expensive. It’s not cardboard but metal [Aiden knocks on the box, and a metallic ding rings out]. I can’t find a lid or a seam, though. How can I open this thing? Wait. What’s this? There seems to be a button with words underneath. It says I should put it on the floor and press the button. 

Aiden: **** I'm stupid. I should’ve read it first before lifting it from the floor.

[Aiden returns the box to the floor]

Aiden: I’m really not for lifting. I lift one small box, and I am sweating like crazy! Anyway, let’s see what this button does. 

[Aiden pressed the button, and steam hissed out from the top. A seam formed at the top of the box and spread apart like an open book. Suddenly, the sound of a balloon being squeezed can be heard from inside. A flesh-colored object inflated from the box and sprang out immediately. From the mound of flesh, it slowly followed the shape of a human being. It stood taller and twice as wide as Aiden. It looked like a guy – if not for a visible distinction. There’s a slit running from its nape to the lumbar region.  It’s a bodysuit, but unlike anything Aiden has tried before.]

Aiden: Whoa! That’s new. I guess this was the solid bodysuit our sponsor talked about. It’s a new technology reserved for larger bodysuits. Muscular and beefier bodysuits tend to make them stiff, which would allow the empty bodysuit to stand on its feet. I didn’t expect they could fit this entire slab of meat inside this box. 

[Aiden rotated the bodysuit, with its front now facing the camera. The pelvic region was blurred for NewTube viewers but not for viewers on OnlyBods.]

Aiden: Wow! Just wow. If this isn’t a man, then I don’t know what is. This- This is perfect! 

This was Aiden's most muscular bodysuit, yet. His excitement is clearly visible on the camera.

[Aiden touched the inanimate bodysuit. His fingers ran on the hardened muscles and the valleys in between.]

Aiden: It’s like I’m touching an actual person. I can feel the warmth emanating from its body. The texture of its skin is more authentic than my previous bodysuits. Hell! I could feel the slight stickiness of his sweat and the fine hairs from his arms. It’s amazing! 

[For NewTube viewers, the scene cuts off but continues for OnlyBods subscribers. Read the continuation here at this link]

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[The video cuts to black, but the scene returns minutes later for NewTube and OnlyBods viewers. Aiden was out of the bodysuit with a piece of cloth in hand. He wiped the glistening streak of cum from his cheeks. Behind him, the empty bodysuit stood shining with sweat. Behind the blurred crotch, the viewers could see that the dick was dripping with cum. After cleaning, he wore the bodysuit again and grew hard for the second time this day.]

Aiden: As much as I want to abuse this monster in my crotch, I must restrain myself because the gym is about to open. I don’t want to scare away the customers with the horrid sight of a man masturbating inside. Wait… Maybe, it’ll invite more customers instead. I’m such a hot guy right now, and it would be a sight to see. Testing it might get me kicked out by Kyle’s uncle, though.

[The scene shifts to a busy gym. Large hulking guys and small newbies are busy minding their own business of using the various machinery in the gym. The camera would shift to Aiden using the Lat Pulldown Machine. For those who don’t know, it consists of a bar you must pull down while sitting.]

[The camera was shaking as if somebody was holding it]

Aiden: That’s it, Kyle. Keep the camera straight. Aim the lens toward my biceps.

[Aiden pulled the handlebar downwards, and the weight attached to it made his biceps bulge. It was heavy, but the bodysuit’s strength was enough to carry it all. It was painful, and the moment of respite when he lets his strength go brings only numbness. He pushed through the sweat and grit and took joy whenever he drove himself to the limit.]

Aiden: Th- This must be how these people feel every day. This is amazing!

[Kyle, the cameraman, aimed the camera at Aiden’s back. With every pull, the muscles of his trapezius and latissimus dorsi clenched. They formed deep valleys that disappeared whenever Aiden released the handle.]

[Behind Aiden and Kyle, other gym patrons stood in awe. Aiden was getting self-conscious from the staring eyes, but Kyle assured him with a look that he was doing fine. He showed him the proper form of using the machine, after all. In time, Aiden accepted their eyes and slowly reveled in them. He was already showing his bare body to his online viewers. Real-life viewers aren’t that much different.] 

Aiden: Three more reps! Two. One. And I’m done. I can see now why people like to exercise. It’s painful, but it’s addicting. I’m afraid I’m getting masochistic, but that’s what I feel right now. Now I could understand why they say, “No Pain. No Gain”. 

Aiden: Well, that’s it for today’s video! I wanted to test the limits of this bodysuit, but I’m afraid I’m getting too much attention. [Aiden looks around to see a crowd of people around him. Some of them have their cameras aimed at him]. Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and tune in for the next video.

Aiden: Swapsider99, signing out.

[smallestapplin]

Shiny Anon:

How about a badly injured!reader and concerned-and-afraid Emmet (and Ingo). I’m sure the twins have first aid training, but it’s not meant for this sort of thing. Not the best way to end a date…

Have a bit of a prompt for it:

“Hey, don’t close your eyes!” The blood is soaking through Emmet’s coat, staining the white fabric a terrifying red. You try to obey, you really do, but everything is going fuzzy and dark at the edges. A whimper of pain escapes you as Emmet presses down harder.

“Stay awake, stay with me!”

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What happened, the cause, the consequences, everything else is up to you.

-✨

P.S. sorry if this got asked before, tumblr seems to like sending my messages before I’m ready to send them. That said, this is the actual ask.

I’m not very good with long prompts so I hope this is to your liking!

CW! Blood and injury!

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You always knew your lovers were decently popular, so you aren’t caught off guard when on dates you three get stopped.

It doesn’t happen often, thankfully.

Ingo and Emmet are usually very good at keeping interactions brief.

But you know how much they love to battle, you can tell when they haven’t had a battle, or a good one in a while.

They love the thrill and the on spot strategies, they just find it so fun! They are truly in their element.

You three decided to take all your Pokémon to a park, to hopefully get out some energy.

But you knew they wanted a battle.

You offered, but a double would be better, yet there are only three of you.

But a fan of theirs happened to over hear your problem, such a sweet young man offered to help.

Emmet was so giddy, you alone are a strong trainer! So a battle buddy for you? This will be exciting!

Ingo perked up at the promise of a battle, Chandelure humming happily with her trainer.

And thus the battle went underway.

You can feel your blood pumping, as you stand in front of Emmet, and your companion in front of Ingo. Though a stranger, your battle buddy was kind and easy to work with.

Both of you communicating easily to land effective attacks.

Both sides are on the ropes, each person down to their last Pokémon, one last round to determine the victors.

Ingo’s Haxorus and Emmet’s Archeops, are all they have left.

You should be able to win this, if you two plan this right.

The area around the battle field is cloudy, the dust being almost thick, you can hardly see.

Ingo’s shout brings you back from your thoughts.

“Haxours! Use dragon claw!”

A loud roar echoes from the dragon, before thundering footsteps rapidly approach.

Your body moves on autopilot.

Haxorus had missed her opponent, in full charge the large Pokémon tries stopping, momentum keeping her going.

Noticing too late she missed.

The man barely on time to move.

Luckily you noticed before he did. You slam your shoulder into him, knocking him out of the way and onto the ground.

You gasp, feeling the attack hit you. Your body doesn’t touch the ground as the dragon type holds you. Your blood quickly dripping from the new gashes across stomach.

The dust slowly settling, with a pained cry from Haxours

The twins are terrified once they can see again.

Eyes widening at the sight of blood covering their beloved pokemon.

The man sparring with you quickly pulling out his phone, frantically dialing and calling help.

The brothers quickly rush over, trying to get Haxorus to let you go.

“Darling! Darling answer me!”

Emmet shouts, while Ingo talks the Pokémon into laying you down.

The both had first aid training, but not for anything like this.

You can’t respond, you feel so tired, your eye lids feel like lead.

You whimper.

It’s the only thing they hear from you.

Emmet holds you close, while Ingo yanks off his coat.

“Hey, don’t close your eyes!” The blood is soaking through Emmet’s coat, staining the once white fabric a deep red.

Ingo balls up parts of his coat, applying pressure to the gashes.

You try to stay away, you try to talk to them, to keep your eyes open, but everything is going fuzzy and dark at the edges.

Looking up, all you see at the scared expressions of your beloveds, tears streaming down their cheeks.

A whimper of pain escapes you as Emmet holds you tighter, and Ingo presses down harder.

“Dear, please! Stay awake, stay with us!”

You can’t.

You’ve never felt more exhausted.

You hope they can forgive you.

The last thing you hear are their panicked screeches.

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You wake up to an awful bright light shining through the curtains.

You lazily open your eyes, groaning in agony.

It feels like you were hit by a bus.

You body feels so stiff and sore.

You try to move your arms at least, but find they feel heavy.

Looking down, you see on either side of you, Ingo on your right, and Emmet on your left.

Both twins holding and laying their heads on your arms, holding onto you like your disappear.

You don’t want to bug them, they look so tired, like they could use some extra sleep. Though you doubt these positions are comfortable.

You shift, trying to get comfortable in the hospital bed. You didn’t mean to wake them up.

Emmet shoots up at the movement, his eyes unfocused, but he’s trying.

Ingo jolts, before slowly rising, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Darling you’re awake!”

“Careful Emmet! Be mindful of their injury!”

Emmet slows his roll, he looked like he was going to lunge at you before being scolded.

His arms are still quick to wrap around you, as best he can.

Before smothering your face with tear filled kisses.

Ingo is not far behind, slowly kissing up your arms to your neck, waiting for Emmet to move so he can kiss you too.

“How do you feel, dear? Do you need anything?”

You groan a bit before laying your head completely back.

“Some water, please? I feel like I’m dying.”

“I’ll be right back!” You don’t think Emmet has moved so fast.

Which leaves you and Ingo.

He holds your hand, kissing the back of it before moving up to kiss you. His lips press against yours gently, as if you’d break.

“I’m so sorry, we were so worried that…I….I’m just so happy you’re okay.”

A few stray tears fall down, he leans his forehead against yours, taking in and basking in your presence.

“I know, but I’m okay! I love you.”

Ingo breaks, lowering his head to your shoulder and sobs.

His shoulders shaking with each cry he lets out.

It was his Pokémon that harmed you, it’s all his fault, had he and Emmet not wanted a battle you wouldn’t be in a hospital.

Had he just said no, and waited for a challenger on his line.

He’s sorry.

“I thought, I thought I’d never hear you say that again!”

You leans your head against his, still feeling so tired.

But you’re relived.

Emmet comes back, tears of his own brimming his eyes.

“Water for darling!”

You go to move, but he’s quick to help you, letting you lay back while he holds the cup for you.

You greedily drink the ice cold water, it feels so refreshing after Arceus knows how long.

“Thank you.”

Emmet quickly settles in next to you. His smile quivering.

“Anything for you, love.”

You don’t know what’ll happen after this, but you’re glad to know you’re going to be well taken care of.

[abiiors]

been completely obsessing over your mini posts this weekend!!!

more ideas if your up for it!

matty and the gf meeting a fan while they are out for dinner and invitint them to have dinner with them

the gf messing around in the studio but they end up loving it and sampling it on an album

Burgers and Milkshakes

A/N: Thank you so much for reading them, you're really sweet 🥺

I've tweaked the first one a bit so it doesn't get super long and rambly. As for the second one, I truly don't know the first thing about studios and how songs are recorded so I'm gonna have to skip that one unfortunately :(

Still, I hope you enjoy this one!

‘Wanna get some burgers tonight?’ You poke your head inside his home studio, ‘I don’t feel like cooking.’

He looks up from the piano, still not fully registering what you’d just said. ‘Burgers. Tonight,’ you repeat. ‘Unless you feel like cooking.’

He debates it for a second, ‘whatever you want,’ he answers distractedly. He’s so engrossed in his work that you know you’ll have to remind him of this conversation in two hours when it’s tea time. As predicted, he walks into the living room two hours later. 

That’s how you end up at the small burger joint in a bustling part of the city. He’s excited today, you can tell. He chats about the songs he’s been working on, tells you that something you said to him three Wednesdays ago is going to make it into the lyrics, slings a hand over your shoulder as you walk together. 

The burger joint is crowded as usual. Despite being on a small street, it attracts a lot of people in the area. Just to keep up the anonymity, he hangs back and lets you order the food as well as the milkshakes (strawberry for him, vanilla for you). Once the food has been acquired, you find him sitting at a small table in the corner. 

The night air is just cool enough that both of you get away with wearing oversized hoodies. He’s gone one step ahead and added a beanie to hide his curly hair.

When you sit down with your food, he instantly tries to steal some of your chips and you smack his hand away. 

‘Do you or do you not want a sip of my milkshake?’ he challenges.

‘Are you trying to bribe me?’ you challenge back.

That’s exactly how it goes every single time. He inhales his own food in ten seconds and then tries to steal yours. You have already lost count of how many times you’ve bickered like an old married couple over this. 

As you take another sip of your milkshake, you notice him look at something behind you and then lower his head.

‘Uh…’ he leans in a bit closer to you, ‘I think we’ve been spotted.’

Your eyes widen a bit at that, fan interactions have always been a mixed bag but he’s quick to put a hand on yours. 

‘I mean they haven’t approached us or anything yet.’

You scoot your chair a bit so you can get a better look at them without being too obvious about it. And he’s right; it’s two girls who stand, hand in hand, a bit farther away from you. They are very obviously trying not to stare but the taller one of them looks like she’s debating coming over to say hi. 

‘It’s your call, babe,’ you say to him. Both of you only have a few chips and some more milkshakes left plus it’s not like this is some grand dinner at a fancy restaurant. 

‘Are you sure?’ he asks and you nod at him.

‘In fact, why don’t I wave them over?’ you volunteer.

He asks again if you're sure about this. You give him a quick nod, turn around and wave at them. 

The girls, who are still hesitating, seem to freeze when they see you wave. Then both of their smiles break into huge grins and they waste no time in coming over. 

‘Oh my god, I wasn’t sure if I should approach you while you’re eating,’ the shorter one of the two says a bit sheepishly and you tell her it’s no big deal. 

The other girl is still hanging back and it looks like she’s trying to fight the pink tinge making its way up her cheeks. 

‘I’m Allie,’ the shorter girl introduces herself, ‘and this is my girlfriend Mia. We are huge fans of The 1975,’ she grins. 

Both you and Matty introduce yourself and this time Mia laughs, tells you that of course she knows who you are and she’s so happy that she ran into you. ‘We were at the Manchester show, and honestly, it was such a blast!’

Matty looks genuinely happy to hear that and he tells them as much. They shyly ask for photos and he agrees to it happily. You even volunteer to take the photos but they ask you to be in the photos which is a bit surprising. 

‘We were just here to get milkshakes,’ Allie laughs, ‘I didn’t think I’d run into you.’ She holds up their to-go containers and you notice that they are Strawberry and Vanilla—just like yours. 

It’s such a trivial detail but it endears these two girls to you. 

‘It’s been a good night,’ Mia says. She even sincerely thanks both of you. Then the two of them say their goodbyes and leave, hand-in-hand just like they’d come in. 

‘Ah, young love,’ you sigh, ‘bet they don’t try to steal each other’s chips.’ 

He gives you a cheesy little grin and then swipes the last fry anyway.