#macy reminded me about this

[ljesaw]

idk i think zuko should have a dragon fr in his fantasy verse

[oneforthemunny]

candy caned |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|

prompt: you’re desperate to make eddie’s trailer more festive for the holidays. you bring over decorations, but eddie is only interested in one- a long, plastic candy cane.

apart of the twelve days of dom!eddie's christmas

contains: smut. 18+. dom/sub themes, hints at brat tamer/brat themes. spanking with implements (candy cane lol). role play-ish?? not really established but kinda alluded to it a little. aftercare. minors dni, read at your own discretion.

A cloud of smoke left Eddie’s lips, corners of his mouth pulling up into a half lipped smirk. Your car propelled over the gravel of the trailer park’s makeshift road, a playful beep of your horn. Eddie gave a small laugh, the air in front of him clouding at the contrast. He could hear the droning of George Michael’s Last Christmas, muffled from your car stereo but a reminder of why you were here. 

Eddie bummed the cigarette when you turned off the ignition, the radio silencing but that didn’t stop you. “Last Christmas, I gave you my heeearrrttt.” Your door swung open, voice trilling out into the quiet, rainy park. Eddie grinned, shoving his hands in his utility jacket, starting down the groaning steps of his trailer. 

“But the very next day,” You wiggled your brows at Eddie playfully, a toothy grin on your face that made his chest fill with a surge of heat. “C’mon, Ed, you know it!” You pouted playfully. 

“Yeah, I do. Everyone on planet fuckin’ Earth knows it.” Eddie snorted, heavy work boots nudging your own Sorels. His hands found your cheek, pressing a soft, full lipped kiss to your warm skin. The nicotine on his breath made your head spin, melting into his touch. 

Eddie’s lips quirked, fighting back a smile. “Still not singing it, though.” He muttered, fingers squishing your cheeks together playfully, pivoting towards your trunk. 

The huff you gave did make him grin. “Such a Scrooge.” You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “No holiday spirit at all.” 

Eddie waited by the trunk, eyes shining in amusement while you unlocked your trunk. His eyes widened, gaping at you in disbelief. “You’re shitting me.” 

“What?” You frowned, reaching for the bundle of lights, tangled from the half-hearted place in your apartment’s pitiful storage. 

“Baby,” Eddie blinked, positively confounded. When you’d suggested bringing some decorations over, he expected a few knick-knacks, maybe a tiny tree. Not the trunk full of Christmas decor, looking like something straight out of a Macy’s display window he’d pass in the city. 

“There’s… This is a lot.” Eddie tried not to sound as horrified as he felt. 

You frowned at him over your shoulder, hauling the tote bag with your Zellers Christmas Village in it over your arm. “You said you didn’t have anything.” 

“I don’t.” Eddie nodded, scanning over the tubs- tubs, plural- of ornaments. “But-But you didn’t have to bring all of this. What about your place?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “I barely stay there.” It was true, you’d slowly migrated into Eddie’s space over the months, staying more and more. “And you have more space. More decorating room.” The smile you gave him was bright, dazzling and excited. 

Eddie’s was… less enthusiastic, a mix between a grimace and dread. Still, he grabbed the box of stacked ornaments, the glass rattling as he walked up the stairs, following your giddy steps into the trailer. 

“No! Not so close to the edge!” You shrieked, Eddie nearly dropping the snowman figurine in his hand. 

He’d been a good sport, he really had. Eddie didn’t complain when you handed him the tangled lights. He kept his snarky comments to himself when you had him fluff out the tree branches to the plastic tree. He’d come close to snapping when you busted out the Elvis Christmas album, but he didn’t- he tuned it out, focused on anything else. 

The trailer was transformed, a Christmas wonderland, complete with the final touches of the snowmen and Santas on the window ledge. You pushed the snowman back, tilting it to your satisfaction, nodding with approval. 

Eddie let you. The two of you had established a ‘system’- he’d put it out, and you went behind him and fixed it how you wanted it. “What about these, baby?” Eddie hummed, picking up the bundle of plastic, long candy canes. “These go on the tree?”

“No,” You shook your head, placing the last figurine on the window. “They go outside. We can do them when it’s not raining.” 

Eddie turned the candy canes around in his hand, thin and spindly, intertwined plastic red and white that were long. He pulled one out by the hook, shaking it gently- testing it. Eddie brought it down, the swoosh whistling just barely over the music from his boombox. 

“Don’t break them.” You frowned, twisting an ornament so it faced forward. “Just put them to the side. We can do them tomorrow if you want.” 

Eddie stayed quiet, brows pinched together, tongue rolling over the inside of his cheek. You paused, watching him carefully as he studied the cane. 

“You know what?” Eddie hummed, his eyes still on the red and white cane in his hand. “I think I have an idea.” 

“What?” You looked at him, scanning the room for any spare place for the decoration. 

“I can think of something better to do with this.” Eddie’s lips curled, intriguingly dark. “It would really get me in this whole most wonderful time of the year mood.” His tone animated, dark and mocking the way it was when he played DND with his friends, when they were about to be presented with a dangerous risk of a choice. It made your heart skip.

“What?” You repeated, brow quipping, waving your hand for him to continue. 

Eddie’s eyes lit up, twinkling with excitement under the glow of the colorful strands on the tree. He lifted the cane, cutting it through the air with a satisfied swish!, holding your gaze with a darkened look of desire. 

Your tummy flipped, heat rushing through your core, thighs pressing together at the insinuation. 

Eddie lifted a brow. “Think you need it. Probably on the naughty list. Aren’t ya, baby?” He purred, spinning the cane in his hand. You squirmed under his gaze, fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. 

“‘M not.” You shuddered, shrinking under Eddie’s greedy gaze. “I’ve been very good this year.” 

Eddie sucked in a dramatic breath through his teeth, stalking towards you until he was towering over you. “Hmm, that’s not what I heard, sweetheart.” Eddie muttered, nose nearly touching yours. 

Your knees tightened, wobbling with excitement. “Good news is,” Eddie started, letting the candy cane slide through his hands, brushing over your own. “It’s not too late. Can correct you now. Teach you a lesson and make sure you’ll be extra good.” 

This wasn’t exactly what you were expecting after decorating. You had hoped the decor would maybe bring some holiday spirit to Eddie, and in a way… it did? 

“I want to be a good girl.” You squeaked, tiny and breathy tone that had Eddie’s cock twitching in his jeans. 

“Yeah? I can tell.” Eddie nodded, hands clamping around the plastic decoration. “I can make sure you are.” Eddie’s hand reached for your jaw, fingers splaying over your cheeks, pulling your gaze to him. “You just gotta ask me.” 

You whimpered behind closed lips, the throb between your legs growing and growing. Eddie tilted his head, curls silhouetted by the tree’s lights. He looked nearly angelic, so pretty- it was so deceiving. 

“C’mon,” Eddie rasped, thumb stroking over your cheekbone delicately. “Ask me to help you be a good girl.”

You squirmed in his touch, eyes casting down. His hand caught your jaw quickly, pulling your gaze to him. “Please…” You swallowed, heart thumping from the thrill of anticipation. “Please, help me be a good girl? I wanna be a good girl.” 

Eddie smiled, satisfied. A gentle, affectionate squeeze to your cheeks. “Alright, I’ll help you.” He nodded, stepping back from you. His arms crossed over his chest, candy cane in his left hand, dangling loosely in his grasp. 

“Strip for me.” Eddie nodded, tongue running down his cheek, taking in your frame. Your red sweater, cropped and positively festive. 

Your hands quaked with anticipation, unbuttoning your jeans carefully, shoving them so they pooled at your sock clad feet. Eddie watched you, leaning cooly against the couch, eyes roaming your frame until you were just in a high cut, cotton thong and lacy bra- his favorite. He had helped you pick it out, snuck in the dressing room when the snobby lingerie store manager stepped away so you could model it for him. 

You looked at him, arms down by your sides, the way he’d taught you to. Eddie lifted a brow, head bobbing at you. “C’mon, keep going.” 

“All of it?” You whined. “Eddie, can I keep my panties on please? You know I hate the cane-” 

“-All of it.” Eddie snapped firmly. “You wanna be good? You’re not acting like you wanna be good. Still acting like a brat. Still acting like a naughty girl.” 

Heat rushed to your cheeks, lip jutting out in a pout that had Eddie’s abs clenching at the throb in his cock. You knew what you were doing, giving him your most pitiful, pouty look to drive Eddie wild. It was working. 

Eddie’s brow lifted, a final warning that he was done arguing, eyes flicking down to your panties, heart skipping when your fingers hooked around them, pulling them slowly down your legs. 

Your hands found your sides again, palms twitching with excitement, smoothing down the top of your bare thighs. Eddie waited until your eyes lifted to his, holding your gaze for just a touch too long- long enough to have you squirming with anticipation. 

“Bend over the couch for me. Hands in front.” Eddie nodded, his voice dropping into that dark rasp it always did when he’d step into this domineering role with you. 

The faded green carpet lacked it’s usual softness, coated with glitter from the decor and you hadn’t got a chance to vacuum yet. The usual crocheted blanket was folded over the arm of the couch, a reindeer throw pillow next to it. You set the pillow in front of you, so you’d have something to grab onto, bending over the arm of the couch. 

Your eyes stayed forward, Eddie’s hum of approval muffled out by his heavy soled footsteps moving closer to you. “Hm, how many strokes does a naughty girl deserve?” Eddie sighed animatedly. He was putting on a show for you, for him too. 

“What do you think?” Eddie tapped the side of your hip lightly with the cane, dragging the cool plastic over your ass.

You shuddered, the hook of the candy cane ghosting over the crack of your cheeks. “I don’t know, sir.” You grit, eyes closing, fighting the quake in your voice. “Three?” 

“Three?” Eddie scoffed, halting his movements, the hook side of the cane pressed against the fatty flesh under your ass. “Try again, sweetheart.” 

“I don’t know.” You whined, toes wiggling into the carpet. You were throbbing, dizzy with the desire for Eddie to touch you, spank you, fuck you- do something to you. 

“Hm, better watch it, naughty girl.” Eddie hissed, eyes narrowed in on your ass. He pressed the cane up, lifting your cheek so he could sneak a peek at your puffy lips, already slick with your own arousal. “Can see why you got on the naughty list. Little bratty thing, aren’t ya?” 

“‘M not.” You pouted, chin dropping into your outstretched arms. 

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true.” Eddie tsked, the cane moving closer and closer to your pussy. “And I think you should get a stroke for every month you were naughty this year. Twelve.” 

You squirmed, hips wiggling and rocking in place. Eddie grinned, smoothing a hand over your spine. You jumped, relaxing under the familiar touch. “How’s that sound?” Eddie muttered, tapping your shoulder blade gently. 

You turned back, chin hooking on your shoulder to meet his gaze. “Twelve?” Eddie asked, his hand still rubbing over your spine soothingly, like he did every night to lull you to sleep. 

It made your heart swell with a warmth that had your cheeks burning with tingly heat. “Yeah.” You whispered, squeaking at the small squeeze Eddie gave your hip. 

Eddie’s hand rubbed back down your spine, setting the candy cane on your upturned ass, shedding his sweatshirt slowly. “Think you’ll remember to be good this year after this?” Eddie questioned, tossing his sweatshirt on the chair behind him. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“You know what happens next year if you’re not good, right? If you’re on the naughty list again?” Eddie grabbed the cane slowly, dragging it over your ass and thighs. 

“No, sir, I don’t.” You choked out, clenching the pillow in front of you. 

“You get double.” Eddie said surely, bringing the cane down behind you. You felt the air on your skin, knees tightening with expectancy, the lingering threat looming closer and closer. “After that, I’ll just have to come down here every month. Cane you and make sure you get a monthly reminder to be good.” 

You whined behind closed lips, hips lifting at the threat. Eddie grinned, lining the candy cane up to your ass. “And believe me, if I have to come down every month, take time outta my schedule to teach you a lesson, I won’t be as nice as this. You better consider yourself lucky this time. Better learn from it.” 

“I will.” You panted, arms shaking from how hard you were clenching them. “I’ll be good from now on. I promise.” You sounded so sweet. Tone so airy and pouty and adorable, that tone that made Eddie’s vision blurry with desire. 

“Good.” Eddie nodded, tapping the cane against your ass. “I’ll make sure of it. Count ‘em out for me, baby.” 

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in through your nose. The cane pulled back, a whoosh! filling the air before it was snapping into your skin, a biting sting from the plastic spreading in a line across your cheeks. Your hips jumped, a tiny huff of a whine leaving your lips at the shock. It wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as the wooden cane Eddie used in the past, but still uncomfortable. 

“One,” You breathed out through gritted teeth. 

Eddie lined up the cane again, higher this time, before it was pulled back and sailing onto your bare skin, harder. Hard enough to have your head snapping up, toes bouncing off the carpet. 

“Two!” You squeaked, Eddie’s hand on the small of your spine to steady you. 

He watched you carefully. If this was the normal cane, you’d be crying by now- sniffly in the least. He lined it up lower, where your ass met your thighs. He lifted his hand, bringing the cane down with the type of strength he used with his hard soled slipper, hard and quick, pulling the sound he was looking for right out of you. 

The yowl, punched straight out of your core, back arching and hips wiggling away. “Ow! Ow! Three!” You hissed, a white knuckled grip on the pillow. Your nose burned, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes now, the sting was searing now, leaving a sizzling sting that had you bouncing from foot to foot. 

Eddie smirked in satisfaction, stilling you again with his hand firm on your lower back. “You learning your lesson?” Eddie grunted, the candy cane falling back down again, that white line imprinting your skin before disappearing, your cry following like clockwork. 

“Yes!” You whined, and the petulant, bratty foot stomp that followed had Eddie’s cock lurching. “Four!” 

“You’re gonna be really good this year, aren’t ya?” Eddie growled. 

Swish! 

“Yes! I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” You groaned, a watery, pathetic wail. “Five!” You bounced from toe to toe over the couch, hips shaking like you could possibly shake the sting out that way. The ache between your legs was blinding, rivaling the sting growing furiously on your backside. 

Another stroke came before you were ready, quicker than the last time but just as unforgivingly searing. You cried out, a bubbling sob that tore from your throat. “You gonna make me do this again? Gonna be on the naughty list again?” 

“Noooo,” You cried out. Your face rubbed against your arms, snotty cries from a burning nose and throat that you tried to soothe. 

“What number was that?” Eddie tapped the cane lightly against you. 

“Six.” You muttered, so pitifully sweet it made Eddie’s heart burst. The sniffle that followed was even more piteous, wet and snotty and somehow still bratty. 

“Hm, ‘s not lookin’ great, baby.” Eddie teased, the cane snapping against your sore skin. “Already forgettin’.” 

“Se-even.” You sobbed, head pressed into your arms, slack over the couch. 

Eddie was nearly drooling, watching the way your hips rocked onto the arm of the couch for friction, catching glimpses of your pussy. 

“You wanna be on the nice list.” Eddie nodded, striping you again right across the middle of your ass.

“Eight.” 

 “You know what nice girls get?” Eddie pressed, watching your shoulders shudder before he caned you, higher this time. 

“No!” You hissed, knees buckling and legs quaking after the hit. “Nine.” 

“Good girls who are on the nice list,” Eddie leaned forward, hovering over your squirming frame. “Get their pussies eaten out.” You whimpered, hips grinding down harder on the arm of the couch. “They get my tongue used on them as a reward for being so good.” 

“Please, Ed, please.” You babbled, throbbing, needy, and your mind already numbed with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and pain. “Please.” 

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Eddie tsked, shaking his head at you. “You haven’t been good.” His hand rubbed over the hot skin of your ass, tickling just above your hidden pussy, grinning at the whine you gave. You stomped, huffing into the couch. There she was, the little brat he loved to play with.

“If you were good,” Eddie grunted, swinging the cane back and forward into your burning skin. You wailed, hand slapping into the couch, clawing at the cushion to keep yourself from reaching back. “You’d get eaten out.” 

“T-Ten.” You whimpered, a pouty sound. Eddie could practically see your face- brows creased in a frown, lip jutted, tear stained cheeks and a runny nose. 

“I’d use my tongue on you,” Eddie purred. You whined, nasally and desperate, hips swiveling down for friction. “I’d make you cum over and over and over.” 

You gasped when the cane cut into your ass with an unforgiving snap, an inflamed imprint left in its wake.  “Eleven.” 

“I’d even let you sit on my face so you could grind down just like that.” Eddie teased, tapping your rocking hips with the cane lightly. “Let you do that on my face instead of on the couch, rubbing your pussy all over my couch like that when you’re getting spanked. Seems awfully naughty, if you ask me.” He tutted. 

Your toes curled, his words were cruel, teasing, made your body burn with embarrassed heat- yet you were so close. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna be very good this year. Don’t know if I believe you.” Eddie shook his head. “You’re supposed to be getting punished, not enjoying this.” 

“I-I’m not.” You panted, shaking your head furiously. 

“You’re not?” Eddie scoffed, setting the cane to rest on your ass. His hand dipped between your thighs, fingertips sliding through your sopping folds easily, smirking at the gasp that tore from your throat. 

Eddie’s finger sunk into your soaking hole, pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace that had your head lifting, eyes pinched in pleasure. You were close, he could feel it, feel it in the way you clenched and strangled around his finger. He pulled away just as quickly as he put them in, your eyes flying open at the loss. 

“What-” 

“Look at this,” Eddie commanded, his fingers coated with your sticky arousal, pointer and middle finger spreading, webs of your slick forming with ever widening of his fingers. “You think someone not enjoying this would have that? Hm? Look at it.” 

Your cheeks were scorching with heat, lifting your gaze shyly to his dangling fingers in front of your face, shaking your head lightly. 

Eddie hummed in satisfaction, pulling his hand back, wiping your release over your burning ass. You yelped, jumping at the burn of his touch on your sore skin. Eddie’s lips curled, grabbing the candy cane off your hips. 

“Last one.” Eddie muttered, lining the festive decoration up against your skin, tapping gently. “You ready, baby?” 

“‘M ready.” You sighed, cheek pressed into your outstretched arms. 

Eddie was sure he was about to bust at the sight of you- glassy eyed, sniffling lightly, whimpering with every roll of your hips. Oh, it was too fuckin’ much. 

Eddie brought the cane down hard- hard enough he thought it might snap in half. The final blow that had you gasping, a strangled whine huffing out of your chest in a gasping heave before your body tensed, quivering at the sensation the impact left. 

“T-Twelve.” You whimpered, cheek pressed against your arm, so spacy in ecstasy you were dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. 

Your ass was stinging with that itchy, red-hot irritation that had you desperate to rub it out, only you knew it would only make the ache worse. You were throbbing between the legs, slick and frustrated, desperate for him to touch you. 

Eddie’s hand skated in a feather light touch over your ass, passing so delicately over each of your lips, coated with your own slickness. “You learned your lesson?” Eddie hummed, swallowing the spit that filled his mouth at the sight of you, presented so perfectly over the arm of the couch for him- for him to fuck you. 

“Ready to be a good girl? Be on the nice list?” His hand didn’t stop, sliding down the inside of your thigh, pushing lightly so you’d spread your legs. 

“Yeah,” You sighed, airy and a little pouty, cheek still pressed to the couch pillow. 

“Yeah? Look at me, baby.” Eddie patted your thigh gently, hovering over you. 

You blinked, looking up at him with sweet, glassy, rounded eyes. “You alright?” Eddie asked, scanning your features carefully, testing the waters of where you were. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, lip jutting ever so lightly. “I’ll be good now.” 

“I know you will.” Eddie nodded. “Are you alright? You with me, baby?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded, shimmying your body so it contorted and angled towards him. “I’m ready to be good, so you can fuck me now.” The bluntness of your words mixed with the light, breathy tone, so deceivingly sweet- it made Eddie’s head spin. 

“Yeah?” He grinned, dimples creasing. “I was gettin’ to that, baby.” 

“You can get to it now.” You hummed, slipping out of that hazy fog that he always got you in, back into your bratty ways. Eddie’s lips twitched, biting back a smirk. “‘M ready for it. I’ll be really good this year.” 

“Alright, you earned it, I guess.” Eddie teased, pulling you by the small of your waist back up the arm of the couch. “How you want me, babe? This good?” 

“Yeah, just let me-” You snatched the pillow in front of you, pushing it under your chest. “Ready.” 

“You sure are, holy shit.” Eddie muttered, eyes glued to your parted thighs, your sopping cunt making his head reel  at the sight. “You gonna be a good girl? Be my good girl?” 

“Yes,” You whine, hips wiggling back further to him. “I’ll be good, so good, please.” 

Eddie slipped two fingers into your sopping hole, pumping in and out just as slow as before. Your toes curled, body jolting with that euphoric, white hot bolts of pleasure. A small whine, quiet but pathetically desperate slipped from your lips. 

Another whine followed, huffier this time, more demanding. “Alright, alright, I gotcha.” Eddie gritted, pumping his shaft slowly, smearing his own pre-leakages over his head, down his shaft. “I gotcha. Relax, baby.” 

Your vision blurred at the feeling of him pushing into you, that achingly familiar stretch, your walls tightening with every slow roll of his hips further and further into you. Your ass was raw with the still fresh strokes of the cane, Eddie’s hips and groin snapping into the irritated skin with a purposeful punch of his cock inside of you. 

Tears brimmed your eyes, of pleasure or pain or both, you weren’t really sure. The sensation was enough to have you mindless, cheek smushed into the couch cushion, whimpering. “Fuck, you gonna be my good girl? Be my-my nice girl?” Eddie hissed, eyes half-lidded, hypnotized by the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock with every roll of his hips. 

“Yeah.” You whined, a ghosting of a whimper tailing on your words. 

“Yeah.” Eddie grunted in a mocking tone, fingers sinking into the fat of your hips. “Holy fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. You know that? ‘Course you know that. This feel good? Am I makin’ you feel good, baby?” His hand fell on your ass, a stinging hand print left in its wake on your already sensitive skin. 

You yelped, head snapping up at the impact, red manicured nails curling around the needlepoint pillow, grappling at the loopy stitches while Eddie plowed into you from the back. Fingers bruising your hips and waist from the way Eddie was using your body to fuck himself, until he finally halted, heavy breathing gasps of pleasure. He pulled out, a thick stream of his own release drooling out of you and towards the faded floral upholstery. 

Somehow, the lights on the trees and strung along the walls seemed brighter now, with you curled into his neck. Eddie blew the smoke away from you, towards the chilly night air that crept in from the open window. 

“I think I kinda get it.” Eddie muttered, a hand rubbing down your back soothingly, pulling you out of your post orgasm hazy state. You hummed, nuzzling into his chest, curling into his body for warmth from the breeze that swept in. “Get why you like all this stuff.” 

You lifted your gaze, eyes still glowing with the remnants of emotion, but rounding in the sweetest way. “Yeah? You gettin’ in the spirit, Munson?” You giggled softly. 

Eddie snorted lightly, rolling the cigarette between his pointer and thumb over the ashtray. “Maybe.” He shrugged. “You lettin’ me spank you with a candy cane really got me in the spirit, babe.” You laughed, head dropping to his shoulder, eyes batting up at his. 

The candy canes lined the path to Eddie’s trailer the next day. You helped him put them out in the freezing cold, occasionally rubbing your tender ass when he’d swish the decoration playfully, eyes dark and dazzling at you. One lone candy cane stayed inside, hanging on Eddie’s bedroom door knob to make it look more festive, or so he said.

[ilovebuckers5]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩needy✩°｡⋆˚⁺

kate martin x fem!reader

themes :

-fluff (if you squint your eyes)

-smut☺️

warnings :

-sexual content

-18+

it was the night that kate and her team would come back from the away game they had two days ago. me and kate weren't always in touch 24/7 while she was away which was actual hell for the both of us. we would only call once or twice a day and could only text a little bit throughout the trip. i spent most of my time taking care of our dog, macy. going on walks more than usual, going to dog parks things like that. since i didn't have my human version of a golden retriever i spent most of my time with our border collie.

every time i got a call from kate i would drop everything to answer. i would jump into my bed and kick my feet while she rambled on about how good she did and i of course would praise her since i watch all the games on tv. words can't even describe how much i need to hear her voice.

this away game was to indiana and kate claimed that there weren't many views she found enticing but she still sent me as many sky pictures as she could. she always try's to share wherever she's going with me. she's caring like that.

i got a call from kate this morning saying that she's finishing her packing. she even facetimed so that she could show me how organized her suitcase was. (it was not organized at all.) we called all the way until she had to get back on the road to get to the airport. the second she got in the car i heard taylor swift playing from the car speakers. enchanted to be specific.

"is that my favorite?" i squeal as i here the beginning of my favorite song ever.

"i forced them to play it baby" kate whispered back into her phone. "alright hun we are headed to the airport now i'll text you once i'm on the plane. i love you"

"i love you too" the words leave my mouth while an immediate feeling of loneliness lingered on my tongue. i hung up the phone and rolled over to see macy sitting next to me with her tongue out. she quickly got riled up as i poked at her floppy tongue.

we played around the apartment for a little while before i sat down to catch my breath. the amount of times i picked up my phone to check if kate texted or called was uncountable. i set my phone down after seeing that she hadn't reached out yet.

my eyes began to get heavier and as i was about to fall asleep i heard macy whining from across the apartment. without hesitation, i stood up and rushed over to where macy was which happened to be in me and kate's room. there my dog was rummaging through a small pile of kate's sweatshirts. i crouched down to the floor to pick up one of the jackets. i remembered that before kate left she asked me to wash this exact pile so thank you macy for reminding me.

after washing the sweatshirts i couldn't help but slip on one of them. it was my favorite after all. a tan-ish fleece sweater that felt perfect around my body. once the laundry was done i took the sweater and began hanging the others up in kate's closet.

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a couple hours had passed and kate already sent me a couple texts letting me know where she was and how she's doing. i was still in the sweater, cuddled up on the couch watching friends with macys head under my elbow. it honestly seemed like macy was more interested in the show than i was. i couldn't get kate out of my head. everytime my phone vibrated i would jump up to grab it off of my charger and see if my girlfriend texted me.

most away games are somewhat like this but this one felt different. as if the girls were out of state for more than a couple days. this felt like weeks without my girl. and let's just say that my attachment issues have gotten worse and worse everytime kate left.

after a couple more episodes of friends i finally got a text from kate saying that she was getting off the plane in 1 hour then it would be a 2 hour drive. that meant that it was time to make dinner. before kate even left i decided on making lobster bisque for the first time. it just felt right.

before i started cooking i obviously had to play music so i turned my cooking playlist which is literally just taylor swift songs but who cares. i threw on a pale yellow apron and began to get my ingredients out.

the actual time it took to cook the meal was only around a hour but i had to run to the store to get heavy cream. along with the bisque i made some asparagus and prepared a couple drinks.

by the time i finsihed setting everything up on our table, i got the text from kate saying she was only 15 minutes away. for finishing touches i lit a candle and put on noah kahan to play in the backround.

just before kate pulled into the drive way i rushed to my room and switched into some light blue lingerie. i put my shorts on along with that same tan sweater. i came out of the room just in time to catch kate as she walked in.

the first thing i saw when my girlfriend walked through the door was the largest smile ever. my body immediately latched onto kate's chest wrapping my legs around her hips and wrapping my arms around her back. the sound of her laughter in real life was like the biggest breath of fresh air going through my lungs.

i dug my nose into the crook between her neck and shoulder. her chin rested on my back and i felt her laughs run down my spine sending even more serotonin through my veins.

"i missed you so much" my voice was muffled under her skin but by her squeezing me tighter i knew she still heard me.

"i did too princess" kate's hands moved down to under my thighs to lift me off of her.

i flailed my hand to the right to show her the dinner i had set up for us. her hands went over her mouth to cover her absolute awe. she giggled against her palm and pulled me into another hug placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

"you did this for me?" she said as she made her way to the dining table. i nodded back eagerly while swaying my hips back and forth.

there were so many things we talked about during dinner it's hard to list it all. half of the conversations were me telling her how good she did during her game and that i was thinking about her the entire time she was gone. i noticed her beginning to blush when the lace bra strap peeked through her own sweater.

"i just noticed are you....wearing my sweater?" laughed followed out of her mouth after she swallowed a spoonful of the food.

"yes. yes i am" i said confidently while holding my chin in the air.

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after dinner was finished we decided to go back to our room to watch a movie. we decided on watching my favorite, lady bird. once the movie started playing i could feel kates hand wandering up my shorts closer and closer to my panties. before anything else happened she lifted my leg on top of hers and left it to rest there for almost halfway through the movie.

throughout the movie i could still feel her fingers teasing with the hem of my (her) sweater and pulling at the drawstring of my shorts. small whines left my mouth everytime i felt her warm hands against my bare skin. a soft shudder left my mouth when her hand finally wrapped around the back of my hips, pulling me ontop of her lap. the movie was out of the picture now.

kate leaned against the headboard as i straddled her hips. her hands had a strong grip on my waist once i found a good position to sit in. without speaking i inched my lips closer towards kate's and gently pressed a few kisses against her lips.

the kiss began to deepen as kate's hands moved between my ass and thighs. i felt her fingernails dig into my soft skin causing me to gasp against her mouth. she slowly shoved her tongue through my lips and intertwined it with my own tongue.

as the kiss got sloppier i began to grind my hips against kate's jeans. the rough material peeked through my thin shorts just enough to send soft moans up my throat. kate's grip on my waist for tighter ad she moved me at a faster pace against her.

i moved my lips down to her jawline, taking my time to kiss every inch of her. my lips left a trail of saliva as i made my way down to the collar of her jacket.

"take this off for me baby" i whispered to kate, letting my lips graze over her ear.

without hesitation she tore her jacket off along with the tank top underneath, leaving her in a just a black nika sports bra and her jeans.

i continued kissing down to her chest, leaving dark marks across her collarbones and neck. kate let out a whine once i began to suck on the sweet spot at her chest.

"baby please...." kate groaned out.

her voice became louder as i made my way down to her abs still making sure to leave kisses in as many places as i could.

once i reached her belt i didn't wait any longer. i couldn't. i unbuckled her belt while kissing around her hips. kate lifted her hips up enough for me to slide her jeans off and toss them to the floor. i pushed myself back up to her lips, placing kisses on and around her lips as i slowly took of her boxers. one last kiss was pressed against her lips before i moved back down to her thighs.

i got a grip on her lower thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that she was sitting up. just to tease her, i left a trail of kisses all the way from her knees to her bare pussy.

as i got closer i used one of my hands to gently spread her legs enough for me to fit my mouth against her cunt. i slowly circled my tongue around her clit, taking my time just how kate likes.

her hands quickly were tangled in my hair as i sped up my pace. my lips molded around kate's clit, sucking in all of her. eventually i felt kates hips buck against my face making a smirk grow on my lips.

"fuck" she tried to stay quiet but covering her mouth with her hand or a pillow.

my tongue lapped through her folds quickly causing kate to let out groans that couldn't be muffled. i continued sucking around her pussy until her thighs were wrapped around my ears making it harder to hear her beautiful voice. i didn't mind though.

"fuck right there" i heard her moan out.

kate's heels slightly lifted up off of the floor once i forced my tongue deeper in her. i finally curled my tongue in just the right place to make her cum on my lips. her thighs loosened their grip revealing her screaming my name.

i pulled my mouth off of her cunt and moved back up her lips. kate's hands were still entangled in my hair but eventually moved back to my hips. i crawled ontop of kate's lap back into a straddling position. our lips continued to melt together while i gently began grinding down on her hips again. she pulled away for a second to push her self back against the headboard again.

once we were back at our first position, kate wrapped her hand around my back scooting my closet to her chest. i felt her fingers fiddling with the sweater that i had on. without saying a word i took of the sweater revealing the light blue bra i had put on for her before she got here.

her hands immediately gravitated to my tits massaging them in a circular motion through the lace. she surprisingly did not ask to take my bra off so she began to move her hands closer to my thighs that were still covered in a pair of shorts.

"may i?" kate teased at the edge of my shorts.

i nodded enough for her to slip off my shorts and throw them in a pile across the room. now that i was left in only my matching bra and panties kate placed her hand right against my clothed pussy. she used three of her fingers to apply pressure against my entire cunt.

a loud whine left my mouth followed by strings of curse words. kate took this as a sign to slip off my soaked panties and toss them away from us.

"my turn then right?" kate cocked her head to the side right before dipping two fingers in my sopping wet entrance. her fingers began pumping in and out at a slower pace. it just wasn't enough for me. i started to move my hips enough to ride her fingers sending an electric feeling through my skin.

my head tilted back at kate hit my g spot. a couple tears began to fall down my face now that kate started speeding up her fingers. she slowly inserted a third finger causing my back to arch.

i tried my best to not look into kate's eyes knowing that she was probably smirking at how much noise i was making.

soon enough kate drove her fingers deep enough to make me cum for the first time. i road out my orgasm and began to work at my next one. i looked into kate's eyes for a split second triggering her to press her lips against mine. since her hands were busy fucking me and holding moving my hips at a steady pace, i moved my hands up to her jawline twisting her head to fit her nose right next to mine. like a puzzle piece.

fuck i missed this.

[goldustwomun]

slipping through my fingers (s.b.)

pairing: sirius black x younger potter!reader

summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. plus, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, more of a miserable sirius this time, reader is self-deprecating and talks about not feeling 'enough' (you are babes x), loads of miscommunication or rather inability to say what you mean (it's me I'M READER), i love drama at a dinner a party sooo

wc: 3.3k+

note: somewhat proud of this so help a girl out by reblogging x

pt i. / pt ii.

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it

The rest of the week flew by much the same. You opened up the shop, shoving the collection of Dickens to stop the door from slamming into you, Sirius crashed in late everyday, so much so that you told him to not even bother apologising (that being said, he hadn’t apologised in the first place). When the two of you spoke, you tried your best to not catch his eye too often. 

Instead, you busied yourself with picking up a novel for you to read inbetween the morning and late-afternoon rush. There were always a few stragglers that ventured through the door in between peak hours, and it was only after the third or fourth go-around of a gaggle of teenagers that had stumbled in, giggling and hiding their grins behind their palms, that you realised they were more of a ‘Sirius Black’ fan club as opposed to actual customers.

You let them have at him considering the few moments of peace it gave you. 

And maybe if you put down your book or halted your busy hands whilst counting the cash or checking the inventory for the fourth time that day, you might just notice how much it bothered you. 

Growing up and finding Sirius in your midst more often than you'd have liked meant countless friendships made and lost over someone or the other wanting just a glimpse of his attention. Anytime you pass the ice cream parlour down the road from your house, you’re reminded of Macy Adams – a pretty thing with pin-straight, jet black hair and pouty lips to complete the look – using you to get to him. 

He never let anything go further than an odd flirty comment here and there with your friends (which you’ll admit was kind of him to do considering he was a hormonal teenager at the time), but you were frankly sick of it.

Because you’d never understand why.

Why him? And why you?

You’d never shared that same rose-coloured view of Sirius, never felt the same burst of butterflies from your first teenage crush being him.

Or maybe you had and it was just easier to hate him than it was to like, let alone love, him. 

So, yes. It was really starting to get on your nerves, if you were being honest. More than you’d ever care to admit.

What’s worse is that his words from days ago wouldn’t stop playing over in your head, like that one Pink Floyd tape you'd gotten stuck in the receiver and no matter or banging or prodding would get it loose.

And you had that he was right about it all -- that, in many ways, you were miserable about life and love (or lack thereof). Maybe forcing those around you to share those same feelings alleviated some of the pains and aches. 

'Cause yes, you were cranky and grouchy and frankly, a bit of a brat more often than not. You blamed it on being the baby of the family, call it youngest child syndrome, but damn it– you had been twelve and mourning your childhood, and now at twenty-something, those aches had yet to subside.

Yet you couldn’t stop it. The hate and the anger and the frustration at a world that had left you behind. Your stomach lurched at the sudden bites of sadness when a day had gone by and you’d not accomplished anything.

So when Sirius flaunts into your kitchen with a hangover and a few hickies down his neck, and your parents pat him on the back, congratulating him for his very existence (at least, you assume that's it) -- it stings. You've hated him for it, always have, but maybe you also loved hi–

No. You couldn’t.

One day, Sirius was scolding James for tugging at your pigtails, and the next, he was pulling them himself.

It didn’t matter anyway. Sirius Black would never be a pivotal part of your life. You’d keep him waiting on the sidelines, only to occasionally bump into him on holidays and during family gatherings. Sure, you you both tossed petty insults at each other every now and again, but other than that, you needn’t see him. 

Outside of your nine-to-five at the bookstore, of course. 

You returned to the words of the book you’d chosen, pleading with your mind to focus once more. You’d changed the sleeve, not wanting Sirius to see what you were reading so intently. 

Was it really so bad? A young girl – nay, a youthful girl, with interests, needs and desires that were essentially unmet for the time being. It was normal to want to read about whirlwind fictional romances, fantasise about having someone close, kissing you, touching you, being yours and no one else’s.

You weren’t about to add to Sirius’ list of things to tease you for by clueing him in on the fact that you were sitting right next to him, reading filthy, irredeemable smut with not a single suitor lined up to help you out. 

He was sat behind the counter with you, the store empty, with a journal and fountain pen in hand as he scribbled away about something or the other. You were convinced he was writing angsty poetry about the blonde who’d left him to travel around Amsterdam (yes, the same one he’d met only a week earlier), but something about the furrow between his brows had you questioning such a dismissive assumption.

Sirius peered over at you. You only knew because you’d grown accustomed to the sensation of his eyes watching your every week for the past week. Other than polite exchanges and a question every now and again about the dewey decimal system, you’d not spoken a word to each other.

You weren’t sure if the ceaseless, stabbing pain in your chest was relief or something worse.

Regret?

You were on the verge of telling him off for staring when the door jingled announcing someone’s arrival. Looking up from the blurring words on the page, you were met with the scheming grin of your brother, James.

“Hullo there lovely, lovely, people!” he hollered with only a smidge too much of enthusiasm. You worried his face might get stuck with how wide (and forced?) his smile seemed to be. 

“Why are you so happy?” you questioned abruptly, brow raised with suspicion.

“My sweet, innocent, little sister. Is your life so miserable that a singular smile makes you uncomfortable?” he teased in that boyish way of his.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, reminded of the very similar accusations Sirius had thrown at you last time you two had dared to face each other head on.

You could see– no, feel him straighten next to you at James’ words, arm brushing against yours enough that you tried to discreetly move away. 

He looked almost upset when you did finally turn to look at him, but he quickly snapped his attention back to James instead. “Don’t be a dick to your sister, James,” he scolded, and James must not have thought much of the uncharacteristic chide because he continued unperturbed. 

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway. I’ve entered your humble store to invite the two of you to a dinner party tonight at ours’. Mum and Dad have offered to take Harry for the night, so a soiree of our first night back on the ‘scene’ since becoming parents seemed in order,” he explained, all flourishing hands and expectant smiles.

“So, can I take it that I'll be seeing the two of you later?”

Sirius nodded immediately but you struggled for an excuse reasonable enough to get out of it.

“I don't know, James. I have so much to do here and– you know– Dad wants the inventory done and all that. It’s really just– yeah. I don’t think so...” You cringed at how you'd managed to stumble over just about every word, hoping, praying, neither James nor Sirius would call you out on your barely concealed attempts to avoid Sirius for at least a few more days.

It was Sirius’ turn to tease you, despite having restrained himself from doing so all week.

“Well shit, mini Potter. You’ve managed to say so much and yet so little at the same,” he pointed out, nudging your side.

You scoffed at him in return, crossing your arms out of protest. “And I saw you do inventory already. In fact, I saw you do it, then do it again, then again and– ah, yes. Again.”

You aimed a glare right at him, and his only response was a hesistant smile.

James stepped in once more with an– “Alright-y then, I will be seeing you both tonight. 7:30pm. Bring a bottle because we don’t have any and Lily is dying for a glass now that she’s not breastfeeding.” He walked the short distance towards the door, called out– “don’t be late” –then disappeared into the bustle on the street. 

It took all of two seconds of James being gone before you spun to face Sirius, clouds swarming behind your eyes. “What’d you do that for, Sirius?” you questioned indignantly.

“Well, you see, you were lying and I corrected you. Now you’re going to your brother’s ‘soiree’. Really, I don’t think it’s that complicated, love,” he answered matter-of-factly. “It's not like theere's a genuine reason to not want to go, other than, let's say... avoiding me?" he asked, cautious as if worried you'd bite.

“Well– yes– but– I mean, no that's not it--”

“So I’m right. Right?” he cut in, standing up from the stool with a loud scrape against the floor. He squeezed your shoulder once as he moved out from behind the counter and headed for the aisles of books. “Great, so I’ll see you tonight.”

Well, fuck. 

You were reluctant when you stuffed your feet into your shoes and reluctant when you apparated to the (other) Potter’s doorstep, and reluctant, once more, when you knocked on the front door. Only seconds later was Remus swinging the door open. You offered him a shy smile– finding him to be both the most chivalrous and kind of your brother’s friends – before stepping inside and hanging your coat on the peg.

It was only 7:45 but there must have been at least twenty or so people hanging around the living room, glasses in hand with the crackling stereo speakers switching between the Beatles and Slade and the odd Blondie track you were sure Lily had threatened James to include. 

“Quite a crowd already,” you noted, hanging back, stiff and awkward, and feeling utterly out of place with your brother’s friends. They were all parents and spouses and had jobs that afforded them a house of their own. They were only a few years older yet miles ahead of where you were, and it was only seeing all of their faces in one room that you realised your own predicament.

“Yeah, I think we all realised it’s been a hot minute since anyone’s thrown any kind of party, so in our eagerness we all showed up about thirty minutes early,” he mused. “Lily was livid. Her hair was still in those curling contraptions.”

“You mean... curlers?” you pointed out, charmed. 

“Ah, yes. Curlers,” he teased back.

It was only then that you realised you hadn’t quite had a proper conversation with Remus since, well, ever. And it was nice, normal, and not nearly as infuriating as just about every conversation you’d had with Sirius.

You could feel him staring at you from the corner of your eye, so when he offered to get you a drink – “A raspberry cider, please. Lily keeps them in the cabinet in the kitchen for me,” – you accepted, taking a moment to internally scold yourself for instinctively thinking of him every time something happened to you.

While you waited for Remus to return, you ventured into the hall in search of James. You figured you better make yourself known so he doesn’t accuse you of skiving your own brother’s party. 

You only managed a step or two past the threshold when a hand reached for your own, tugging you into the closet.

It was pitch black and you’d been on the verge of letting out a blood-curdling scream before a dim, orange glow bathed the cramped room.

Your vision focused, first, on the hanging tether of the light, and then Sirius’ face behind it. He looked to be somewhere between panicked and restless, and really, it was appropriate considering the beating you were pondering laying out on him.

And you hated to even think it but he looked good. All scruff and unruly hair like he couldn't stop combing his fingers through the strands, and he smelled of pine and wood and books and--

“Sirius?!"

"I can explain--" he began but you held up your hand to silence him. He must have noticed the murderous rage brewing behind your irises because, for once, he did, in fact, stop talking.

"I'm not just-- you can't just-- what the fuck are you doing pulling oblivious girls into closets, you fucking weirdo!” you scolded, your voice coming out as more of a whisper than a shout so as not to alert anyone of your current situation. 

“No, Potter, you see, I just wanted to--” and it was amusing, really, to see him struggle for once. Tripping over vowels and consonants like he'd had you (you'd never tell him that though) and every other girl to enter within a metre's radius of him doing so.

“You just what?” you bit out, growing impatient as the seconds passed by.

You wondered if Remus was looking for you now, or if he’d grown bored and moved onto the brunette you knew he had pined after for years.

“Look– if you want to lecture me again about how I’m a miserable, terrible, fucking horrible, even, person– save it. I get it. I know. I’ve heard it from you and James and I’m pretty sure Mum said it to Aunt Ca–”

“No, love, no,” he cut you off, again.

You tried to ignore how that was twice, now, that he’d referred to you so endearingly, so out of character. It bugged you but not for reasons you were willing to admit.

“I mean– yes, I want to talk about that but not to lecture you. Not now. I wanted to apologise,” he continued, forgetting to breathe between words and phrases but it seemed he had set himself in-motion and couldn’t be stopped. “I’ve been a dick, I realise that. And maybe it was a fun little bit between us when we were younger and more stupid–” you frowned at that but let him continue anyway.

“-- But I think we’ve gotten carried away ‘cause, I mean, I sure think Ihave. I said some horrible, untrue things to you that I don’t, not one bit, mean or believe in anyway. And I should have apologised earlier but things were so, so, painfully awkward and you’ve been buried in that book of yours so I just–” he breathed, finally, “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry, love.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond or if you were meant to, even, but he was staring all doe-eyed and expectant and freaking cologne of his was all you could smell and really, you blame the prospect of the cider and the scandalous books you’d been reading because you didn’t mean to tug the light off or lean forward and collide with him. 

It just happened.

It was dark and quiet and you could feel him go stiff and your own heartbeat droning on in your ears, but it was only when you began to pull away that he surged forward, too.

Pushing, scrambling, gasping into your mouth before shoving the pair of you into the opposite wall, his large palm covering the back of your head so that even whilst he was devouring you in every sense of the word, your heart raced at his tenderness. 

Your arms clung to his shoulders, pulling him in in in, until there was not an atom’s worth of space between you. The hand not currently cushioning your head moved to hook your leg around his waist, and you opened willingly, pleadingly, melting the moment he slid, firm, against you.

You sighed into his mouth with every caress of his tongue against your own, and questioned your sanity for following through with the very thoughts you’d fantasised about for weeks, months, maybe even years. 

Just as you were reluctant to attend the party in the first place, you were reluctant to pull back even just to breathe but he must have felt the air leaving your lungs as well because he moved to place open-mouthed, wet and searching kisses against your neck and collarbones– biting, sucking, nipping in all the ways he knew how. 

Fuck everyone who got him before you’d ever had the chance, but thank God for the skill he had acquired in the meantime.

“Potter,” he groaned against the dampness of your neck, sounding every bit in pain as you were. The coarse hair of his moustache scratched at your skin with every movement of his mouth, and you couldn't help but tangle your fingers into his long strands, holding him in place. “Fuck– I’ve thought about this–” and he never managed to finish before he grew impatient of even himself and returned his mouth to you. 

“I– Me too– Oh fuck!” He bit, hard, into your sensitive skin before soothing the sting over with his tongue, planting a final kiss to the spot before moving to cradle your face in his palms. He kissed you, once, twice, a third time for luck you assumed, before you managed to resist for long enough to get your words out. 

It took a second for the electricity thrumming inside of you to subside enough for your thoughts to order themselves once more.

You stared at him, pupils dilated, mouth wide in shock, and looking every bit of the mess you felt. 

“We shouldn’t have done that,” and they came out before you’d given yourself time to even really process what had just happened, or what you wanted your reaction to be.

You’d seen Sirius defeated, though only ever over the mundane and menial. A stubbed toe on the step he always forgot about that lead into your parents' kitchen, his favourite team losing a Quidditch match, or when the wrong order arriving from the chippy.

But the way his face fell-- sure it was dark but you could just tell.

He froze momentarily, before he stepped away, abrupt and robotic and so not-Sirius in every way you had come to know.

“Sirius I didn't–” you began, but he’d already tugged the light back on and with it, reality came crashing in, occupying the space he had only seconds ago. 

“No, no. You’re right, Potter,” he said, sounding every bit as lifeless as he looked now that you could actually see him.

He wouldn’t raise his gaze to meet your own, to see you pleading, silent, but pleading, that no, I lied, it wasn’t a mistake, in fact I want to do just that, more and more. And unlike every other moment in your life, for once, you couldn’t get the words out past your lips.

At least, not the right ones.

“I’m sorry,” you tried, gentle. You mourned the return of that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as your chest threatened to cave in on itself.

How was it that you felt worse than when you’d first gotten here?

Only this time it was no one’s fault but your own.

“No need to apologise, love.” He paused for a beat, glancing at the door before following through on the thoughts telling him to leave it at that before things got worse, and slipped out of the door. 

The light was still on and you noticed the shoes lined up neatly on one of the racks. Coats and jackets and umbrellas hung on the rod in front of you. Above it, there was a shelf with helmets, badminton rackets and a netball. 

There were things all around you, but you’d never felt so lonely.

You could feel the cold seeping into the space around you, one that was filled with his body heat only moments earlier.

It took everything in you to not break down right then and there.

Instead, you stepped out into the hall and plastered a smile on your face, hoping you’d make it to your room before the dam broke.

I have a rough plan of the final two chapters but eee i hope y'all enjoyed this :))

[xkaidaxxxx]

Fake love.

Hawks x reader

mentions: Angst, Pregnancy, Baby girl.

1.3k words

“ Keigo you don’t love me.” you said. “ I do love you more than anything,” he replied. “No you don’t…I see the way you look at Macy.” you replied. In this situation you are correct. Macy is one of his sidekicks. She’s so beautiful. She looks like she came out of a princess movie. Her hair flows amazingly. Her laughter is contagious and when she smiles she makes someone else’s day better. She has her own faults. Everyone does but she’s such a wonderful match for Hawks. When he comes home from work he somehow manages to bring her up in a conversation and praise her, even during important events where heroes and their loved ones are invited. There was a specific night that embarrassed you and made you cry like there was no tomorrow. “ Hey Hawks, it's been awhile. This must be your wife?” Macy questions smiling at you. “ No she’s my girlfriend.” he corrected her. “ Hi I’m Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you, Hawks mentions you all the time.” You said and the paparazzi showed up at just the right time to hear what you said. Cameras start flashing, voice records out, and notepads. 

“ Hawks, are you dating Macy?”

“ How long has your relationship been going?” 

“ Is there a proposal coming up?” 

“ Do you work with her because you two are dating” 

“ Give us some updates Hawks.”

“ Macy, do you love him?” 

“ Macy, what type of dates have you gone on with him?” 

And many more questions. 

He didn’t even deny it. Not even Macy. She smiled and walked inside in a hurry. You were pushed to the back by the paparazzi. 

“ You all are not allowed out here. Please leave. I don’t want to call the police here and have you all arrested.” he said. 

“You are in love with her!” 

“ You want her out of harm's way!” 

“ Hawks, are you planning to retire to marry her and have children?” 

He walked inside slamming the door forgetting you. 

You cried hailing a taxi to go home. When you walked inside you slammed the door shut and locked it. “ How did he forget about me? Why didn’t he say he’s with someone else..with me? Why have we been dating for 3 ½  years and he hasn’t asked me to marry me? Am I not giving him what he needs? Am I not good enough?” you asked those heartbreaking questions. “ I am good for him. I give him all my love and support. I love him. I cook and clean and always make sure he’s healing well when he has injuries. I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure he isn’t bleeding when he has cuts. I give him all I have to offer and that’s not enough. He doesn’t appreciate me. He doesn’t love me.” you said. That night and almost all the time your bed felt cold regardless if he was there. You knew that the relationship was loveless so why did you stay?

A week later you were tangled in between the sheets with him feeling happy. Happy because he showed you a bit of love. He was being so gentle and kind. He did start paying attention to you but to him it was almost a job. A task that reminds himself to do. It’s not a natural thing like in any relationship. You picked up on it and it made you feel like a burden. Gave you mixed feelings.

Happy he’s putting in effort and hurting because it’s almost a job instead of being a good boyfriend .

“ I’ll be home early today sweetheart.” Keigo said ruffling his wings. You think it’s cute when he does that “ Okay my love. See you soon.” You replied holding his hand to help you balance has you tip toed to peck his cheek. “ nice energy boost sweetheart.” He said flying away. You closed the door.

You guys are playing house at this point.

2 players

You’re the sad housewife

He’s the breadwinner

You prepared dinner and served it, waiting at the table reading the message that he’s close on by.

5 minutes turn to 15 minutes.

15 minutes to 36 minutes.

The food is obviously gone cold.

Eventually it hit 2am, he showed up drunk. You opened the door and saw his hero friends holding him up.

“ Do you need help taking him upstairs?” Best Jeanist asked. “ No sir. Thank you all for bringing him home.” You replied taking him and closing the door.

“Keigo get up. Now!” You ordered. He stood up leaning against the countertop. “I’m s’hungry. Dinner?” He said seeing the cold food.

You didn’t even bother to talk to him. You simply went upstairs to sleep.

This happened a least 5 times. When he was brought home..each time the guys would ask if you needed help. If you were okay. After all, heroes save people. Each time you said you’re good.

He did suddenly change. He did give you more attention. He’s doing it as a routine. Not out of love but out of pity. Out of guilt .

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Things he’d say to himself:

-Okay remember ask her about her day.

-watch her as she gets ready for bed and give her a kiss here and there

-don’t forget it’s date night

-Make sure to buy gifts

-never cause something to upset her

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4 months went on by.

“ You’re joking. False positive. It’s a false positive.” You said and decided to take another test. Minutes went on by. “ Definitely Positive.” You spoke trying to calm yourself down. You threw away the pregnancy tests. “ I’m pregnant. I need to set up and appointment.” You said. You were thinking about abortion but you’re creating a baby. A life. That’s something you shouldn’t take away. You decided to keep it.

You were 1 1/2 months along. You were getting signs a week ago. Now you’re showing a bit of a bump.

You’re so nervous and excited to have a baby. You thought Keigo will be overjoyed. You were working on a way to tell him about it.

Tshirt?

Straight up test in his face?

You chose to sit him down, saying you have a gift and hand him a pregnancy test.

The day finally came an you were glowing! You changed into something cute and did you make up. You wore the jewelry he had recently bought you. “Sit down very quickly. I have news for you!” You said jumping up and down. “Hey I’ll be away for about a year on hero work. The United States is waiting for me. I leave in 3 hours..endeavor is waiting for me outside..I’ll keep you updated. Tell me about your news later or I’ll be late.”he said leaving a peck on your cheek. “ Don’t promise that you’re going to write or call…you’ll be busy and I’ll only be worried if you don’t respond soon.I love you so much Keigo” you said. “ I’m still going to call. I love you princess. I’ll try and get home early.”he said leaving. As soon as you were about to tell him you're 2 months pregnant this man is saying his goodbyes and leaving“ God, Keigo, just please remember we had it all. I gave you absolutely everything I had to offer you.”You said. “Time for a fresh start.” with that you went on about your day. It took about 2 months to find a new place to live. You now live about 2 hours away from the countryside of Japan. It was peaceful. The neighborhood held a welcome party for you. When you went to your monthly check ups the woman would feel bad for you. You had no husband, not even a boyfriend that could accompany you. “ It’s a girl!” the gynecologist said happily. You looked at the screen with tears slipping. “ She’s going to be such a cutie pie.” you said giggling. When you hit 7 months It was even harder. You struggled washing your clothes, picking up things from the floor, you couldn’t put on shoes, so you wore slippers all the time. You’d have sleepless nights when your baby girl kicked and moved around a lot and when you craved something, you’d have to drive yourself to the store. 

Miu decided to come two weeks early. If Keigo stayed by your side during your pregnancy you wouldn’t have struggled much. He’d be taking you to the hospital, not the ambulance. Miu’s dada wasn’t there to see her be born. Wasn’t there to hold your hand, wipe your tears and sweat away as you pushed. It was only the nurses and the doctor. After the birth of your daughter you still gave her , her fathers last name. 

The worst part of all of it is that you’re young. 19 having a child with a 23 year old man. Not a huge age gap,but you are barely starting your life. Soon after your daughter turned 4, you moved back to get her a better education and you a better job. $9,500 yen an hour isn’t bad for a beautiful home and to raise Miu. Everything is good for you and little Miu. You both had each other and that’s all that mattered.

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love yall

<3

[lonelywriter10]

This isn’t a fairytale

Jake Seresin x GN!Reader

Synopsis- too many nights apart, too many cancelled dates, reservations, anniversaries and Jakes world is crumbling around him.

(GIF credits go to the owner )

Warnings- angst, break up, soulmates? (This was lowkey inspired by White horse by Taylor Swift.)

- Nat : I’ll be on standby if you need me.

You stare at the text on your phone, the weight of the world sat on your chest as you watch the front door for Jake. The calendar reminder on your phone telling you how you missed a dinner reservation with Jake an hour ago. Today had been one of many incidents of Jake missing something important and tonight was not an exception, but it was the final straw.

You hear the sound of the lock clicking as Jakes heavy boots sound through the entryway. The sound of your dog, Macy, rushing to see Jake. You can see how he’d get down and pat Macy, asking about her day, asking what she did as if she could talk back to him. The rain fell gently against the window and the warm glow of the lamp filled the living room. There was a sense of melancholy that hung in the air, you watched as Jake stepped into the living room, his gaze fell on you and you saw how relief filled his eyes. 

You smiled at him as he sat on the couch, it dipped beneath his weight as he let out a sigh sinking into the cushions. “How was your day?” His baritone voice filled the silent, echoing around the room. The simple domesticity of the question seemed forced, his tone of voice didn’t meet the emotions in his eyes. The soft calm tone didn't meet the dread in his eyes, the knowing of the inevitable. 

“It was good..” Your words came out quiet as silence fell between you both again. Jake could see the hints of curls peeking out of your messy bun, the discarded heels by the front door and the purse you reserved for special occasions on the dining room table.

Jake felt his heart grow heavy as he looked at you, regret filled his chest as he knew, knew you were tired of being second to his job, having to be told that he wouldn’t make your date, your anniversary dinner. Jake knew you were sick of the “Jake would miss your wedding if the army called.” Joke that his friends threw around, he knew you were dine but Jake couldn’t find it within himself to face the reality in front of him. 

“Babe I-” Jake began to speak but the sound of your scoff echoed through the room, the tension thickened as your gaze finally met his. 

“Jake, when will I stop being second? When will I be the first choice?” Your voice quivered as you spoke, the words felt like a stab into Jake’s chest. “I thought that stupid joke your friends made would be nothing but a joke, but I looked like such a clown sitting at the dining table waiting for you!”

Jake flinched slightly as you raised your voice. “Babe please I-” Jake felt a lump in his throat as he looked at you, he reached out for you and found swift rejection as you stood up from the couch. Jake admired you, draped in his old navy shirt and your sleep shorts, an attire Jake often found you in when he returned from work. Jake found something so plain, so simple to be so beautiful in his eyes.  “Babe please I’m sorry..” Jake could no longer count how many times he had said that phrase, it left his lips too often for Jake to deny it. Jake knew he said the phrase “I’m sorry.”  more than he said “I love you.”

“But that's just it Jake, you’re sorry! You’re always sorry!.” Your words came out exasperated as your breathing became ragged, the threat of tears drawing nearer as Jake stood up and stepped closer to you. “Don’t even come closer to me!” 

Jake felt his heart shatter, his world crumbled as he looked at you. The words “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Threatened to spill as he looked at you. Jake had witnessed many fights between his parents as a child, but in his head, this isn't you guys, this wasn’t what your relationship was like. Jake felt everything fall apart as you walked to the bedroom, your suitcase right on your heels as you quickly came back out. “This is it?” Jake’s lip wobbled as he slowly turned to look at you. “I’m sorry, I can’t do the missed anniversaries, the cancelled dates, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like if we ever had children, got married, would you miss those dates too?” Jake wanted to deny your words, he wanted to say that he wouldn’t but he knew, Jake knew that there was no guarantee. 

Jake took his favourite ring on a chain off his neck, clasping the necklace around your own neck. “I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t miss those events sweetheart, but if by some miracle you still want me one day this ring will bring you back to me..” Jake’s voice shook as he struggled to keep his composure, he placed a gentle kiss on your temples as more tears fell between you both. “I love you sweetheart, but I know I made you unhappy..” You shook your head no as you leaned into his embrace. “It was never you Jake, it was the job..” Jake nodded as he wished it was that simple, he wished it was the job and not him. 

Jake knew the cost of the military. 

Jake helped you take your things out to your truck, the night sky was clear. It contrasted with the blue sky during the day, the blue sky bringing a sense of promise and hope and the dark night brought a sense of dread and loneliness that Jake could only describe as haunting. Jake stood with Macy on the porch as they both watched you back out of the driveway, tears fell down both your cheeks as you got a final look at Jake and the house, and Jake got a final look at you. Taking in how the moonlight highlighted the often hidden beauty of your features, features that Jake would only see at night when he held you in his arms in bed.

He would never get that chance again. 

Jake stood on the porch for a few moments, hoping you’d turn the car around, that you’d come back to him. Jake turned around and went back into the house, Macy looked between Jake and the driveway. The confusion written in the dog’s eyes. Jake curled onto the bed you two once shared, the smell of your shampoo on the pillow, the hollow feeling of the house  echoed around as Jake cried. 

You sat at the beach, the radio played softly as you sat there admiring the glow of the moonlight on the ocean. The events of tonight played in your head, the decision was right, thats what your head said.

But your heart disagreed. 

It called for Jake, you yearned for his touch to make everything feel better in that moment. Both your worlds fell apart as tears fell almost simultaneously. 

In different places you both were still in sync with one another. 

The sound of your hearts breaking.

The echoes of your sobs. 

Fallen tears on cheeks.

(A/N Lowkey dipped on yall, sorry :( life got rlly busy it was crazy)

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Dec. 11th: You're Not My Girlfriend

Day 11: Playing with their hair/Cute habits

We’ve made it to day eleven of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)  Word Counts: 1.1k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie was very protective of his hair. It was one of the first things you noticed when you became friends. While Steve spent time styling his luscious locks, Eddie spent his time finding ways to keep his hair naturally healthy and that meant that nobody was allowed to put their oily fingers in his hair. “It will fuck with my natural pH,” He once said after smacking Gareth, who tried to give him noogie. Ever since then, everyone stayed away from the hair, fearing Eddie’s wrath.

During movie nights with the group, even before you two started dating, Eddie would run his fingers through your hair, slightly massaging your scalp as he did so. It was comforting and made your heart just sizzle and burn with affection. You quickly noticed that Eddie would do this whenever he wanted to express affection and be close when actual closeness was inappropriate. For instance, during a group dinner with Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve. Eddie, with his arm around your chair, would bring his hand up to run his fingers through your hair, running his fingers through the strands before dragging his fingertips across your scalp. You leaned in to this behavior. Eddie’s love language was physical touch and it was his way of reminding you, ‘Hey, I’m here and I love you.’ 

The fact that your love language was words of affirmation sometimes threw him off and the conversation about it was frequent. “Do you still love me?” He randomly questioned as you both played on your parents couch, Macy asleep on the floor. You were so confused, how could this boy possibly think your feelings for him have dwindled even slightly?

“Of course I still love you, probably more today than I did yesterday,” You said, reassuring the poor boy as you grabbed his hand. From that moment on, you made it your mission to express your love with physical affection so he would never question the love you had for him. 

The first time you purposefully used affection to reassure your boyfriend, you were eating dinner with your Mom, Macy, and your grandparents. Though they knew who Eddie was, they weren’t the most thrilled by your relationship upgrade. “What do you plan to do after you graduate this year then, Eddie?” Your grandpa probed. 

Eddie tensed up beside you but before he could respond, Macy interrupted. “Eddie is a rockstar, Papa!”

“How do you expected to do anything with that kind of career, will you be able to financially support a family?” Your grandpa continued asking. 

“Grandpa!” You scolded, shooting glares across the table.

“No, it’s okay, babe,” Eddie reassured you before continuing. “I love to think I’m the rockstar that Macy thinks I am but while I wait for those dreams to take off, I got a job working at the record store on Main Street.”

“And we are so proud of you,” Your mom said, smiling at Eddie from across the table. Noticing Eddie’s tight smile, you reached up, placing your hand on the back of his neck before giving him a slight squeeze. Keeping your hand there, you began lightly running your fingers along his nape. Eddie quickly relaxed, looking at you with a soft expression.

“The crazy thing, Grandpa,” You started, continuing the soft touch to Eddie’s neck. “Is that I will support Eddie in any endeavor he wants to do as long as he’s happy and passionate about it. If he becomes the next Ozzy, I’ll be at his show, side-stage, cheering him on. If he decides that he doesn’t want to be a rocker and instead he wants teach music, I’ll be at every recital or performance cheering on the best teacher there is. That’s what it means to support your partner.” You sighed, before looking at Eddie who, in returning his love language with yours, mumbled out a soft, “I love you.”

The next time, Eddie noticed your increased physical touch was during his graduation ceremony. Though it was Eddie’s third time as a senior, it was perfect as you two graduated together.  As you sat next to each other on the chairs in the stuffy gymnasium, Jason approached the two of you. “Third time really is a charm, huh, Munson.”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Jason,” Eddie grumbled out. Noticing his normally bubbly personality begin to shrivel into the person that only Jason seemed to change him into, you grabbed his hand before wrapping your other hand around his arm. Finding comfort in your touch, Eddie took a deep breath before responding again, “Enjoy your day, Jason.”

“That was impressive,” You mumbled out, pressing a quick kiss to Eddie’s neck. 

With a shudder, his hand found yours on his arm before he squeezed it. Eddie said, ”You made me feel stronger.”

“I’m always here to help you when you need it, Eds,” You whispered. “Let’s go find our families.”

And today, the rest of the party noticed too. Everyone was hanging out at Steve’s house for their weekly movie night. The couches and recliner full of bodies, you and Eddie opted to lay on the floor with you sitting up right, leaning against the side of couch, and Eddie with his head in your lap.

“I’m just saying that I think ‘Halloween’ is probably the best slasher movie ever,” Dustin said, shrugging. 

“No way, ‘The Hills Have Eyes’ scared me for months,” Lucas argued. “It’s definitely better.”

“You’re missing Dustin’s point, Sinclair,” Eddie laughed out. “‘The Hills Have Eyes’ is scary but what makes ‘Halloween’ better is how diabolical Michael Myers is with his slow speed.”

“Exactly!” Dustin shouted. You laughed at their childish argument before running your fingers through Eddie’s hair, your fingers massaging his scalp with a practiced touch. 

“What are you doing,” Gareth gaped.

“Hm?” You questioned, your fingers continuing their movements. “What do you mean?”

“You’re touching Eddie’s hair,” Gareth said, loudly with fear in his eyes. Eddie, who had fallen under the trance of your fingers popped up at the mention of his name.

“I did not know that was against the rules,” I said, glancing down at Eddie before looking at the rest of the group, who all decided to stop their discussion and look at you two.

“It’s not against the rules for you, baby,” Eddie said, grabbing your hand and putting it back into his hair. “It’s against the rules for those assholes who liked to fuck with me.”

“Hey!” Gareth argued. “You quite literally punched me in the shoulder last time I even came new your hair.”

“Yeah, and you’re not my girlfriend,” Eddie retorted. “Besides, when she does it, it feels like love and comfort. I’m not worried about what she might be doing or a punchline she might be making.”

Eddie loved physical touch and the innocent touches that you could provide, whether that was rubbing his back or massaging his scalp, provided him with the sense of safety and comfort. And you were more than willing and happy to provide that.

[chvoswxtch]

back (bc i'm obsessed with u + ur writing) to your bar to request a margarita on the rocks but you're absolutely welcome to refuse service (i am not a heavyweight queen)!!! if you're feeling up to it, may i please request matt + only bought this dress so u could take it off because i know you would eat it up 💅😌

my precious petal macy!!! 🌸

it's okay, you don't have to be a heavyweight. you can stay at mine if you overindulge. <3

bless you for requesting this bc 1) I am a reputation girly before I am a person & 2) this song has always made me think of matty & i've always wanted to write a lil something for him with it so thank YOU

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

dress

only bought this dress so you could take it off

Matt had barely gotten you past the front door of his apartment before his hands and lips were on you again, causing a giggle to slip from your lips into his mouth at his eagerness. Usually you were the one clawing at his tie, fumbling for his belt, your entire nervous system practically on fire with a craving that only he could ever satiate. But tonight was one of the rare nights that Matt finally let loose, indulging in a little more whisky than usual, and you were delighted at how handsy drunk Matt was.

His strong hands were everywhere as he pushed you up against the wall of the entryway hall, easily gliding over the satin fabric that covered your skin and accentuated every single one of your curves. He had been fascinated by the feel of it from the beginning of the night, but after a few drinks in, you’d quietly let it slip into his ear that the color of it was red, Daredevil red, and Matt hadn’t been able to keep his hands off for the rest of the evening.

“God, I love this dress.”

As his low, husky voice filled your ears, one of his hands slipped behind your back to knead the soft flesh of your ass through the smooth fabric in tandem with his teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck just above your collarbone. Your hands immediately slipped into his tresses, lightly tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck as a soft whine slipped past your parted lips.

“Was hoping you would, Matty. Bought it just for you to take off.”

Matt hummed lowly in appreciation at that, greedily sucking a mark onto your shoulder before pulling back just enough to pull his glasses from his face to toss carelessly behind him onto the table by his door. Even in the dim light of the billboard kaleidoscope that filtered around the corner to just barely illuminate the entryway, you could see that Matt’s golden hazel eyes had darkened considerably to match the midnight sky outside, and a wicked smirk bared his gleaming teeth.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I think I’d like to fuck you in it instead. I’d hate to waste such a pretty dress on the floor when it feels so goddamn good on your skin.”

You weren’t sure if it was the sultry tone of Matt’s voice, the sinful words that dripped past his full lips, or the hunger glowing in his eyes, but you were grateful to be trapped by his hips against the wall because you swore your knees were about to give out. A needy whine tore through your throat as you grabbed onto the back of Matt’s neck to pull him in closer, hiking your dress up your thigh to wrap your leg around his slim waist, gasping softly feeling the bulge in his pants brush against you just right.

“Then don’t. Show me how pretty you think it is.”

You made a mental note to thank Karen later for talking you into getting the dress with the slit up the thigh when Matt’s impatient hands nearly tore it in half getting it up above your hips.

[tomatoswup]

Trigun and Perfume: A Headcanon 🥸

summary: Roulette through the Macy's Perfume Aisle! What's YOUR favorite character's perfume smell?

characters: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, meryl stryfe, milly thompson

A/N: i said i was gonna make a headcanon post about trigun and perfumes didn't i 🥸 i had fun actually putting my frequent times smelling the perfumes at the Macy's perfume section to wORRKKKKKKK,,, have i smelled all of the perfumes listed before? yes, my friends and I are fiends for perfumes hehehe so we usually gift them out for birthdays or holidays. maybe i'll make another post that includes knives, roberto, zazie, etc. but I'll have to go perfume smelling for them. Enjoy!~

Vash The Stampede

Dior Sauvage Elixir

top notes: Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Cardamom, Grapefruit

-Vash would totally wear this perfume my top headcanon

-I can see Vash not being a fan of overall too sweet scents, but just a tad bit.

-This is his main perfume to any occasion,,,,loves that people can recognize he was there by just his smell heellloooooooooo? o//o

-He runs through this like crazy, but he does have the mini version!

My notes: This perfume starts off with a woody, musky and earthy scent at the first spray but as it settles, it leaves a very honey-like faint after-smell that makes the knees jelly. How wonderful for the Humanoid Typhoon! pheromones whoooooo :P

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Versace Man Eau Fraîche

top notes: White Lemon, Rose Wood, Carambola

base notes: musk, amber, sycamore wood

-I can see Wolfwood lean more towards the woody yet aromatic/clean scents.

-Settles in well with his skin, giving the perfume a better twist with his own smoky/natural musk scent and the clean/fresh scent of the toilette mixing.

-Sprays once in a while, he's kinda broke :/ but it's okay! The bottle is a pretty nice size so it lasts a pretty long time!

-I didn't give him any deep musk scent bc mf already kinda has that smoker scent he's on his 100th pack atp

My notes: This scent delivers a faint musk smell but honestly it kinda reminds me of what the woods would smell like but amplified 2x if they were by a waterfall.

So moreover, if water smelled like a man. But honestly, I like this scent, it doesn't burn the nose like other man colognes/perfumes. Touché Undertaker!

Meryl Stryfe

Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giolia

top notes: Lemon, Jasmine, Cedarwood

-Meryl is more of a fresh scent kinda person and this is that scent.

-It smells like peace tbh, and Meryl finds the fresh airy scent to it very comforting in the sudden chaos and trouble that always surrounds Milly and her.

-gets the smell of gun powder out of her nose palette.

my notes: if you're into very fresh scents that remind you of the nice scent of the sandy beaches or honestly like summer you'll like this one! Personally, this kinda reminds me of a freshly cut green cantaloupe(very specific hehe)

The tint of jasmine and lemon touches when you smell it give the calming effect it focuses on. Very Nice! Has to constantly rebuy bc she loses the bottle often

Milly Thompson

YSL Black Opium The Original

top notes: Black Coffee, White Flowers, Vanilla

-TOTALLY A MILLY SMELL

-LEGIT SMELLS LIKE A SOFT CARAMEL CANDY

-It's a very warm and sweet mix that I think she'll love smelling on her clothes and just generally the tint of vanilla in it.

-Honestly smells like flan,, or caramelized sugar :)

-tbh its my next perfume purchase They say it has coffee in it but it doesn't smell like it.

-I was torn between this perfume and the pink or green Burberry Her for Milly (the pink one smells like sweet strawberry yogurt and the green one smells like those lil containers of jellies that had little fruit pieces in them if you know you know) yes i have both of them

-But i found this to be a more fitting smell for her!

-Steal her jacket and it smells like Vanilla extract in the best way

My Notes: With a very caramel and vanilla smooth smell, this perfume leaves behind quite the scent of sugar and spice! A very sensual yet playfully smell of autumn! Nice taste Milly!

[lyon-amore]

⚠️Moonvale spoilers ⚠️

For my mental health, I am going to publish now some screenshots of the game about things that have caught my attention or I liked

Eric and Macie's initial relationship is basically like this

Eric: Well Macie, how are—

Macie: Don't even ask me...

I love this response, it feels very real from the stress of the previous case 😆

Nooooo!!! Reminds me of Jake!!!! 😭😭😭😭

HOW IS THERE A BRIAN!?! 😱 THEY HAVE PUT A BRIAN!?!?!

Macie is going to want to hit him just for being called that 😂😂😂

[mins-fins]

love war — ricky shen

their relationship is.. complicated to say the least. it’s sort of a war in a way, one that the both of them clearly want to win.

tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , reader is also a yuehua trainee , takes place during ollie’s birthday , they’re both technically ollie's parents , ollie is their #1 fan

“how many gifts did you buy him, oh my god?”

zhang hao looks to his friend, eyes wide as he waits for an answer as to why there was a tower of gifts on the table for one boy.

y/n simply shrugs. “i saw a lot of cute things that reminded me of ollie, so i decided to get all of them for him” he answers, zhang hao stares like he’s crazy.

“how do you even afford this?” yujin asks, his eyebrow raised.

the l/n hums, smiling. “magic” he simply says, putting his hands behind his back. “and i also just want him to have a really good birthday”.

“you bought him an entire macy’s! n/n!”

the yell from zhang hao causes for ricky to snort, making y/n furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “where the hell did you come from?”

ricky simply shrugs. “magic”.

“oh, your making fun of me now? i see how it is, lovelicky” he crosses his arms, a feeling of fake betrayal in his heart.

ricky frowns, rolling his eyes. “how rude of you, y/n”.

zhang hao stares at the scene with judgement in his eyes. he looks to yujin, whose eating a kitkat bar. “god, they’re so stupid”.

ricky sighs. “i’m tired” he mumbles, about to leave only to be dragged back by y/n. he almost fell to the floor, holding onto his waist as a way to keep himself standing straight.

“come on, it’s ollie’s birthday, and plus, you’ve been sleeping too much these days” he replies, ignoring the glare he was receiving from ricky.

ricky blinks, still glaring at the smiling boy. “no need to glare, darling, i’m just looking out for you”.

“don’t call me that”.

says ricky as he conveniently has one of his arms around his waist.

“wow, i see how it is, you two are ignoring us now” zhang hao seethes. y/n sticks his tongue out, letting of ricky’s hand as he winks at him.

“your just gonna have to share the burden yujin, hao”.

zhang hao pouts, feeling like a third wheel.

“oh, ollie, your gifts are on the counter, it’s all for you” y/n states, pointing his finger towards the table with a tower full of gifts.

ollie gasps, his jaw basically dropping to the ground. “really!? thank you thank you, you’re the best, n/n!”

the liu jumps up, running towards the table as he stares at the insane amount of gifts. “ach! your spoiling him rotten, it’s all your fault, l/n!” gyuvin exclaims, shaking the boy crazily.

“at least ollie’s happy, right ollie?”

“yep!” he yells, putting a piece of cake in his mouth. the l/n laughs, finding the sight incredibly adorable. he ruffles the younger’s hair, completely enamored by him. “you’re so cute, baby ollie”.

“y/n seems like a parent to ollie, don’t you have a partner n/n?” yujin asks, his mouth full of even more chocolate as he waited for an answer.

y/n hums, thinking, averting his gaze towards ricky, who was at the other side of the room, talking to other guests. “i’m a single parent” he finally replies, taking a sip from the cup of coffee he had.

ollie chews again. “i want ricky to be my other parent!” the l/n chokes on the coffee, surprised by the bold words. ricky looks to ollie, hearing his name but not what the younger wanted him to hear.

“what? what did you just say?”

“why is your face so red?” ricky asks, confused by the whole situation. y/n just shakes his head, putting down the cup. “nothing! nothing ricky”.

ricky looks at him with raised eyebrows. he then just shrugs, putting his arm around the male's waist. “whatever you say..” he mumbles, y/n just sighs, copying his previous movement as he also put an arm around his waist. he glares, pretending to hate it, even though he didn’t.

“look at my parents being cute!”

ollie is apparently the #1 shipper of the two.

AUTHORS NOTE — guys i literally love ricky and ollie’s friendship!! VOTE FOR THEM

[c0ffinshit]

Hiii can you please write some more Nathan Bratt headcanons? It can be any kind you want to write, I’m just desperate for more content with him and you’re like the only person I could find who writes him. 😭

its alright, don’t worry. lucky for you, i do have some general/romantic/smutty hc that didn’t make the cut the first time around. so, those little headcanons get second life in the form of this post. so i hope you enjoy!! xoxo

warnings: fluff, pet play mentions, bottom!nathan mostly (sorry to the top!nathan truthers), like two mentions of public sex

general and romantic headcanons:

- i will continue to repeat this til i die: THIS MAN HAS AUTISM AND ADHD.

- no i will not elaborate or explain any further

- because literally THIS MAN will take like 2 years to figure out you like him

- but when he does tho… WOOO NELLY he is going to use that fact and NEVER. BRING. IT. UP.

- he is so scared that he’s wrong EVEN THO its so obvious even a helen-keller-type could figure it out

- yknow how people have like a childhood blanket or stuffed animal that they have had since they were a baby… yeah he has one and its a loin

- and he can’t go ANYWHERE without it

- ‼️ROMANTIC HEADCANON ALERT ‼️ okay so he loves watching romcoms with you and cuddle up with a big soft blanket

- was willingly in his school’s D.A.R.E program (iykyk)

- owns and collects star wars legos, will cry if you get him the latest/most expensive set for any holiday

- speaking of holidays, during christmas, he is the type to go ALL OUT in terms of decorations

- big christmas tree with topic of those hallmark ornaments with like snoopy and shit

- the lawn has those big tacky inflatable snow light thingy (like the ones at home depot)

- christmas lights EVERYWHERE. and i mean everywhere

- MATCHING. CHRISTMAS. SWEATER. EVERY. YEAR.

- actually scratch that, he LOVES matching outfits every year

- loves going to the big box stores (macy’s, jc penney, etc.) and taking tacky 80s style photos if they have a photo studio

- his humor is if the phrase “rawr means i love you in dinosaur X3” and the other phrase “well erm… that just happened ☝️🤓” had an unholy baby

- is a bit immature (aka he will giggle if you say “im coming!” in a non-sexual context)

- if you give him a card with a sweet message in it, he will tear up a bit, even if it just says “i love you”

- scared of roller coaster and most other theme parks ride, including dark rides

- scared of the dark in the same way that wiston from new girl is scared of the dark (aka DEADLY AFRAID)

- he thinks you are WAYYYY out of his league

- if you have a pet, he will dress them up in stupid costumes and sent them to you

- speaking of texting, will randomly send you big paragraphs in the middle of the day just talking about how grateful he is to have you in his life

- the KING of good morning and night messages

- he just really really loves texting you even if you are a dry texter (like me)

- he can always make something out of nothing in terms of one word message

- will send pictures of random things with the text “This totally reminds me of us/you! Thinking about you everyday! Love you ❤️❤️”

- this is my long winded way of saying he texts like he’s a nice old lady

- like he will write an entire paragraph talking about his day and if u reply with “okay” HE WILL JUST KEEP GOING ON (asking about your day, talking about stuff that reminded him of you, etc.)

smutty headcanons:

- probably cried the whole time when you had sex with him for the first time

- is open to toys, any toys expect for the first time you made love with him

- has this weird thing about your neck (he focuses on it wayyyy too much)

- very good at fingering and cunnilingus

- will call you ‘miss’ or ‘mistress’ when you top him

- “please miss… i’ll be a good boy. i’ll get on my hands and knees so you can use me as your toy.”

- AUGHHHHH ALSO he has a dirty secret (kinda related to my ‘he secretly has a pet play kink’ thingy)

- okay so the dirty secret is this: when you and him dressed up for halloween one year; the same year you dressed as a sexy cat… he was trying SO HARD to hide his hard on from you

- probably also related to pet play thingy, when you wear those collar chokers-style necklaces, he also gets a hard on

- NO SRSLY THE MINUTE HE SEES YOU IN IT BOOM BONER

- you just look so cute and sexy in anything and everything that you do HE CANT HELP IT

- also doesn’t help that you abuse this fact to your advantage

- you need something? sex? money (which he doesn’t have)? a dog? just wear those hot topic collar chocker things and he’ll give it to you IMMEDIATELY ASAP

- also ALSO hates the term master and daddy

- except for when he was possessed by biddle

- LOVESSS WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS LAP

- its like all the pet play shit HE WILL GET A HARD IN IMMEDIATELY if you sit in his lap

- loves dirty talk (mostly when you do it… since he is a bit rusty at it)

- has a weird thing about smell? (idk i can’t really explain that one im sorry but you’ll have to figure out this one lol)

- also, you’d think because he basically is obsessed with texting you that he would like nudes or sexting

- well you’d be DEAD WRONG. he hates nudes and sexting

- his main reason being “why would i send it in a text when i can say it to you right here?”

- phone sex… is a very different story

- loves phone sex like LOVES LOVES phone sex

- will do it if he’s far away from you and wants to cum so hard

- he also seems like the type to get those long distance relationships sex toys where its like a dildo and a fleshlight and it feels like your partner is fucking you? do you know what im talking about? cuz if you dont, google is free

- if you are also a switch with him, he will get confused on which role to play at first

- you have to be crystal clear with your intentions and his role

- he isn’t the brightest bulb on the christmas tree in terms of sexual and social cues but we (aka me) love them anyways

- has fantasies about you and him having public sex but is too scared to actually commit

- actually, he probably would’ve done it one time at a restaurant where you both teased each with remote controlled vibrators but swore it off after that

[santacarlatourism]

chaperones (beetlejuice x reader)

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: You and your ghostly boyfriend have volunteered to chaperone at Lydia and Sky's prom night.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol, but in a canon-typical way

Word Count: 2.4k

“Beetlejuice, you’re not bringing bugs into the country club,” You gently chide your boyfriend, picking spiders and centipedes and other creepy crawlies off his suit and out of his hair.

“Aw, come on. Lydia doesn’t mind.”

“No, and I don’t either,” You place a kiss upon his cheek, “But the school board might not feel comfortable with a bug-covered demon chaperoning the prom. Far too much liability, insurance would never cover it if something went wrong.”

He groans, but he knows you have a point. And you know that he really does want tonight to go well for Lydia and Sky. And while you, Beetlejuice, and Lydia may all get a kick out of some creepy crawlies terrifying a bunch of the rich parents of Lydia’s private school classmates, Sky was still not quite used to the way things crawled off of Beej– and sometimes onto her.

“Are you guys almost ready?” Lydia asks, banging on the basement door.

“Just about!” You respond, pulling a final bug off of Beetlejuice which vanishes into smoke as you hold it. It’s always hard to tell which bugs are real and which ones are just cosmetic.

Beetlejuice grins and the door unlocks, swinging open by itself. Beetlejuice is more or less in simply a cleaned up version of his usual striped suit. The big reveal is you– you’re in similar black-and-white attire, clearly coordinated to match your partner.

And while you two look like a box set, the two girls standing at the top of the stairs look as different as the moon and the sun. Literally. Sky worked hard to customize their outfits after all; Lydia’s one condition about going to prom was that she would not be wearing one of those colorful, gaudy prom dresses they sell at Macy’s. Her dress is black with tulle and flecks of silver. She’s wearing the halo headband with silver moons and stars sticking up from it that Sky made. Sky, in contrast, has on a yellow dress with white tulle and dangly golden sun earrings.

“Remind me to never try to outdress you two,” You tease the two girls.

Lydia normally rolls her eyes and snarks back, but on this occasion she simply smiles indulgently because of the way Sky beams at your praise. “She worked hard to really put these outfits together,” Lydia comments.

Sky giggles and blushes. “Oh, you’re sweet, liddybug,” the blonde says, and you discreetly nudge Beetlejuice to keep him from bursting out laughing at the cheesy, punny nickname that Sky has assigned to Lydia.

“We should get going,” You say, grabbing your keys. Since Sky’s parents do lean on the more protective side, they insisted the girls not drive alone in case there was any alcohol. Since you and Beetlejuice had volunteered to chaperone to save Lydia the embarrassment of her parents being at prom night, you agreed the two could ride with you.

Chaperoning had been your idea. You’d only been dating Beetlejuice a couple of months now, but you had known the household a fair while longer. The PTA had been requesting another pair of chaperones, and you’d swooped in to help Lydia out when Charles and Delia were considering going. Lydia was grateful when you offered– the mental image of her or Sky’s parents dropping the two girls off or worse, actually being at the dance, had made her visibly shudder. It constituted a far worse visage than any horror film she’d seen.

Of course, getting out of the Deetz-Maitland-Juice household is never easy. “You girls look amazing!” You hear Delia coo at the young couple before you and Beetlejuice even make your way up the stairs.

Beetlejuice hops onto the railing and slides the rest of the way up on his side, grinning– “And what about me, baby?”

As you make your way further up the stairs you see Delia roll her eyes, but gently pat Beetlejuice on the head like a puppy needy for approval. “Yes, you look wonderful,” She praises.

“Aren’t you excited?” Barbara asks Lydia, smiling ear to ear and taking her by the hand to twirl her in her dress. Lydia’s smiling too and she looks like a cool goth princess. You suspect the prom dress will make its way into her day-to-day wardrobe after tonight.

“Now, you two,” Charles says to you and Beetlejuice, as Delia begins the work of posing Lydia and Sky to take their picture. “I suspect tonight will go fine, but you do have my number if anything happens, or if anyone makes the girls… uncomfortable.”

“Don’t let the kiddos get ahold of alcohol, weed, blow, coke, or nose candy. Trust me, Chuck, we’ve got this,” Beetlejuice says, stepping over and putting an arm around Charles’s shoulder.

“Three of those were different names for cocaine.”

“See? If you need a guy that can spot when illicit substances are getting swapped around, I’m your guy!” Beetlejuice grins.

“Now you two!” Delia says, waving you and Beetlejuice over to stand against the wall so she could take your photo too. You can tell Beetlejuice really does want the photo– and to have the weirdly classic, familial experience of getting his prom photo taken– because he’s focusing really hard to try and actually show up on camera.

It takes a few tries, but Delia gladly shows you both the photo. It has you smiling brightly at the camera alongside your beau, who shows up in the picture translucent, green, and glowing. “You’re getting better at that,” You praise Beetlejuice.

“Well, y’know, it’s basically just doing the opposite of what I’ve been doing since 1816,” He shrugs, adjusting his tie with a satisfied expression.

Lydia grabs your wrist to haul you towards the door. “We’re gonna be late!”

“Drive safely, now! Don’t let her rush you!” Charles tells you.

“Dad!”

 Upon arrival at the prom, you find a discreet corner inside the venue near the bathrooms. Whispering his name under your breath, you re-summon Beetlejuice, and he poofs into full-fledged visibility. You can tell he’s allowed some of his grime to return, but the lights are dim enough that you doubt someone less familiar with him would notice it. You lead him back into the room.

Lydia’s student government had opted to have a cloud 9 theme for the prom. You remembered her annoyance that they chose that over her suggestion to have a Carrie theme prom, a suggestion Beetlejuice had emphatically encouraged. Still, the decorations turned out cute– giant glitter-covered cotton balls colored white and pink and purple dangled from the ceiling to mimic clouds, alongside paper stars. You were glad that with the help of Sky’s creativity, Lydia had been able to make the theme her own.

“So this is a prom, huh?” Beetlejuice looks across the sea of sweaty, adolescent breathers, leaning against the refreshments table. He only takes a moment to take it all in. “Kinda bland, honestly. I mean, come on, did anyone even spike the punch? Eh, quick fix. Grey Goose or Wild Turkey, babes?” He asks, conjuring up a couple of bottles, one in each hand.

“Beetlejuice,” You give him a disapproving look, hoping he has the sense to not actually get a bunch of high schoolers absolutely wasted.

He groans and makes the bottles disappear. “Come on! Not even any pig’s blood? La-ame!” He waves his hand in a tossing motion causing a concerning metal tub to appear, levitating over the stage that’s been set up to announce prom king and queen later in the night.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s disappointment, swatting at him light-heartedly. “You can’t just be popping things in and out of existence in the middle of a crowd, honey. Beej, I told you watching Carrie and Prom Night on repeat would not help you prepare for tonight. No blood. They went in a different artistic direction.”

“Straightedge. Buzzkill. Square,” He pouts, all though he still gets rid of the tub before anyone notices it.

You expect that you’ll be spending a bigger portion of the dance trying to keep Beetlejuice entertained than preventing teenagers from bumping and grinding, if the first thirty minutes are any indication. Beetlejuice keeps pulling you around the dance hall, thinking of ways to “improve” the night which, while intriguing, are likely not covered by the permission slips the parents signed off on.

All though this means that technically you are not fulfilling your duties, you justify this to yourself by remembering that a bored Beetlejuice is a troublemaking Beetlejuice. A far more concerning beast than raging hormones. Still, you know that your attention is not enough to totally sate all his mischievous qualities.

“I haven’t seen you two around here before,” An older woman says, stepping up to the two of you. “Were you two at parent-teacher conferences? Which kid is yours?”

You smile politely, “None, actually. He’s…” You glance at Beetlejuice, uncertain how to describe his relationship to the Deetz family “Lydia Deetz’s uncle,” You decide. “We’re dating– he volunteered to chaperone in Charles’s place.”

“Ah,” The woman says, as if suddenly the appearance which the two of you have makes much more sense.

Beetlejuice is grinning broadly. You know he’s done a lot to repair his friendship with Lydia after extorting her to get a chance at life, and being referred to as part of the family makes him preen. “Yup, that’s me! Good ol’ Uncle Beej.”

“Beej? Ah, yes, Lydia has mentioned you. What’s that short for, anyways?”

“Benjamin,” You reply to the woman with a completely straight face. Your response catches Beetlejuice off-guard and he grins deviously at you. Oh, he does love it when you’re a deceitful little breather. Although you deeply love your boyfriend and think the odd celestial name suits him, you also are careful on the occasions where you have to introduce him to other people. There’s always a chance that, if someone knew his name, they could accidentally end up sending him away. And that would necessitate some very messy explanations.

Normally you introduce him as Lawrence, which always earns quite an indignant pout, but since he beat you to the punch Benjamin will suffice.

“So… Lydia’s mentioned me, has she?” Beetlejuice pries further. You nudge him playfully, able to tell how he’s fishing for compliments.

“Oh, yes. I’m her English teacher, Mrs. Greer.” She extends a hand to shake Beetlejuice’s. He shakes it, and it’s clear she can tell something is off with the way he feels but refrains from mentioning it. “She loves the creative writing assignments. She says she bases many of her stories off of tales you’ve told her.”

“She does?” You both ask at the same time. Beetlejuice’s demeanor brightens even further, while you look a bit more concerned. Lydia’s a smart girl, but she likes to push her boundaries as all teenagers do. You’re sincerely hoping she hasn’t written about anything that’s going to get Charles and Delia called in to the principal’s office on Monday morning.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Greer nods. “I had to ask when she had become so familiar with the works of Lovecraft. I would think them a bit much for a child her age, but she said she was simply going off of your descriptions.”

Beetlejuice nods sagely, “Ah, yeah, Cthulu. Great guy.”

You put a pin in that to inquire what the fuck he means by that at another time.

Mrs. Greer coughs. “Anyways, Lydia often spends the lunch break in my classroom, so we chat sometimes. She speaks of you highly and says that you’ve really helped her adjust after her family’s move from the city. She’s perked up quite a lot since she said you moved in with the family,” She smiles.

“...She has?”

“Oh, yes! And she’s such a brilliant girl. You must be very proud of her.”

Beetlejuice is blushing now, just a little. “Uh, yeah! That’s me! Proud, living, Uncle Bee– enjamin!” He says, catching himself.

“Well, don’t let me keep you two all night. You should go out, enjoy the dance floor, two young folks like yourselves,” Mrs. Greer says, saying her goodbyes and stepping back over to a group that you presume to be full of gossipy teachers who were sending glances your way the entire conversation.

“You good there?” You ask Beetlejuice teasingly. He’s gone quiet, which surprises you, because you almost expected him to start floating up towards the ceiling with pride during that conversation.

“Who, me? I’m fine!” He grins at you. “Just, y’know… A bit surprised.”

You roll your eyes. “Beetlejuice, it’s been months since that stuff happened. You’ve worked on dealing with things a bit better. And now you and Lydia have weekly horror movie nights and you beg for her high school gossip like you’re a character in a CW show.”

“It’s always so juicy,” He whines, causing you to laugh.

“Point is,” You emphasize, “It’s very obvious that Lydia thinks a lot of you. And that you think a lot of her.”

For a moment Beetlejuice is just absolutely glowing– somewhat literally, though he’s managing to keep it a little toned down. “Aw, babes, I didn’t realize you thought so highly of me!” You snort and plant a kiss on his cheek.

His gaze scans across the crowd as a romantic slow song begins to play, the first one of the evening. You can tell he’s debating something. You think that he’s maybe about to follow Mrs. Greer’s advice and ask you to dance before he gets a glint in his eye. “Geez, some of these breathers are getting a little too close. Aren’t we supposed to be stopping that?” He asks, snaps his fingers, and the song abruptly switches to the “Cha Cha Slide.”

Beetlejuice is grinning directly at Lydia, who had just been preparing to dance with Sky and who is now glaring over at the demon. He waves his fingers daintily.

“Come on, Beej. Let the kid have her fun.”

“Oh, I will. I’m just making her work for it,” He sits back with a smile.

You lean over, whispering in his ear: “And do I have to work for my fun?”

“Oh, babydoll, don’t you worry,” Beetlejuice replies, voice a little more husky. “Prom is all one big excuse for the post-prom night sex anyways.” He says, sliding a hand around your waist and pulling you closer. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you shake it on the dancefloor first.”

[weministertomonsters]

The Easter Bunny 2

"I can't believe Macy and her cluster of roaches broke the whole damn door down. They're only four and five-year-olds," Max grumbles as he surveys the garden shed doorway the next day. "I think the hinges need to be replaced. They're rusted as fuck."

"I'll buy new ones," Sophia says, glancing at you and raising an eyebrow.

Her puzzled expression basically asks "what's up with him?"

You shrug in response.

"Mama!" Macy hollers from inside. "My dolly is stuck in the toilet!"

"I told you not to play swimming pool in the toilet!" Sophia calls back. "That's why I bought the dolly's their own pool, remember?"

She turns to the two of you. "I should probably go rescue the dolls. Do you want to get started? I should probably begin cooking lunch as well. Think you can manage?"

Max grunts.

"We'll be fine," you say and make a shooing motion with your hands.

Once Sophia is gone you turn to Max.

"Care to explain why you've been a grumpy ass all morning?"

He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the shed, pushing you against the wall and planting his hands on either side.

"Do you know, I barely slept. I love Macy and all but I wanted to grab her by the scruff of her neck when she-"

"They didn't mean to break the door, they were just excited," you reason.

Max flicks one ear. "No, when they interrupted us."

"Oh." You gulp. "Yeah, that."

"Do you still... I mean, did you ever..." He trails off, looking tortured.

It's not often you see him at loss for words. You reach up and pet him, running your fingers through his fur. He sighs and leans into you. His muzzle rests against your shoulder, blunt whiskers prickling against your neck.

"Fuck," he whispers and his voice breaks.

"What is it, Max? You can tell me."

"I'm... So turned on right now," he mutters against your shoulder. "I've been thinking about what you said about being alone together. Did you mean it?"

"I did. I know I said it jokingly but I've always wished we could." You bite your lip. "Remember when we went camping last year? I heard you, um, jerking off one night. I couldn't help touching myself. Pretending it was you-"

Max grabs your hips, yanking you against him. "Fuck, that's so hot," he pants.

"I've never cum so hard in my life," you admit.

Max groans. "T-touch me, please?"

"I've never heard you beg for anything ever," you murmur. "I like it."

You trail your hand through his fur, feeling the subtle muscle definition of his chest and stomach, teasing his nipples until his fur gets puffy from the stimulation and he's trembling under your hands.

"Are you okay? You're not a virgin are you?"

"No," he gasps. "But its been awhile and when you touch my nipples like that... They get really sensitive."

He is tall enough that you don't have to bend to kiss the top left one, licking over the tiny bud, your tongue slicking the fur around it.

He lets out a choked gasp and you smirk. Your lips curve down when you remember where you are.

"Anyone can walk in on us." You remind him. "Sophia, Macy..."

"It's just about time for Macy's nap. And I don't care. I want you right now. No, I need you. Please?" His nose bumps against yours gently as he wheezes out a heated breath.

Your squeeze your thighs together, slightly thrilled at the idea of doing this right now. In a garden shed. Max is so needy, the sight of him alone arouses you as well. He's wearing pants tailored for his haunches and tail, so you reach for the button. He grabs your wrist, eyes flaring open.

"W-wait. I, uh... I don't exactly look the same as a human male down there."

"I know," you give him a gentle smile. "You have a sheath and a barbed cock. But the barbs are soft, right?"

"Yeah." He slowly releases your wrist and lifts his hips for you.

You quickly unbutton his pants and work them off his legs, taking a moment to fawn over his back feet. His toes are a little too large to be classified as toe beans but they're still cute. You raise your gaze to the spot between his legs. His furry sheath is the same color as his body, smaller than a werewolf's but with more girth. His balls hang snugly underneath, covered in slightly darker fur.

He begins to cover himself with a paw but you grab his hand.

"No hiding from each other," you instruct.

He whimpers and obeys but clutches your hand like he needs something to hold onto as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I touch you?" You murmur.

"God, yes! Please."

You reach out and touch his sheath. His hidden cock reacts immediately, throbbing and beginning to emerge, dripping and flushed pink. The barbs look less intimidating than you remembered from sex ed and when you run a finger along them, they feel more like pronounced bumps than actual barbs.

Max lets out a hiss and releases your hand to dig his claws into the already peeling floorboards. His stomach tightens as his cock unsheathes fully, slippery against your hand.

"Whoa," you murmur.

"It's okay if it grosses you out..." Max pants.

You suppress an eye-roll and lean forward, licking the slightly pointed tip and letting it slip into your mouth. Max lets out a hiss and his hips jerk wildly, shoving more of him into your mouth until his musky sweet taste hits the back of your throat. You gag in surprise and pull back slightly.

"Sorry! I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He gasps, sliding a hand through your hair and pushing it away from your face.

"No. That just startled me," you murmur, engulfing him again, ready for any wild reactions he may give you.

But he seems to be holding back. You can hear the wood splintering in small pieces under his claws as you slide him into your mouth until your tongue tickles the base of him right at the opening of his sheath. The little barbs on his cock rub against your tongue and you concentrate on them until his hips break out of their short jerks and he's thrusting into your face again, making a low purring sound so strong his stomach vibrates with it.

As much as you love the taste and feel of him, his cock is too girthy and your jaw is already aching. So you pull up for air and kiss his tightened jaw. His hand wraps carefully around your neck as he licks his taste from your lips, moaning.

"Fuck... Can I touch you?"

You grin. "I thought you'd never ask," you reply.

His hand creeps under your shirt, his eyes lighting up. "No bra."

"Nope," you sigh, leaning further into his touch and inviting him to play with your aching nipples.

"Were you hoping something would happen?" He asks, pinching your nipples roughly as if he wants to squeeze the truth out of them.

"As much as I bet you were." You push him off balance so he's sitting and swiftly straddle him.

Both of you can smell your arousal and now that you're straddling him like that, he can feel that you have no underwear on. His pupils become rounder as his ears perk up. You smirk before your smile fades into a frown of concentration.

"Can you fuck me now, Max?"

"Yes," he murmurs, gripping your hips.

His claws are slightly chipped from digging into the floorboards and he has to be extra careful not to prick you with them as he struggles to keep them retracted in his paws. You help guide his cock into you, gritting your teeth at the stretch.

"I don't think I've ever felt so full," you sigh.

"You're so tight," he whimpers. "I could cum right now."

"Not yet," you gasp. "I want to feel you inside me."

You begin to rock, sliding back until his cock is nearly out of you, then letting it slip into you until the pointed tip is deep inside you and the barbs stimulate your walls. Your wetness and his pre-cum make everything so slippery so it's easier for him to fit inside you. The fur on his lower belly is getting damp from your mixed arousal but he doesn't care.

His head is thrown back, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. You kiss the column of his throat and thrust your hips so he hits the sweet spot inside you. You cry out and your walls clamp around his cock.

"Fuck, I'm really going to cum," he whimpers. "Please? Can I?"

You thrust your hips faster, biting your bottom lip until it almost bleeds. You can feel body reaching the edge of the cliff and tensing up.

"Yes, you can cum," you gasp. "Cum for me, Max."

He doesn't need any more encouragement, arching into your thrusts and shuddering as his cock empties his seed into you. He lets out a small choked sound. Your own orgasm is mixed with the sensation of being stuffed full of cum until it's leaking out of you and you clamp around his cock, savoring the feeling of being so full.

Together you sink onto the floor which is hardly clean but neither are both of you at this point. You place your head on Max's chest and catch your breath. He purrs softly, curling around you contentedly. His cock slowly slips out of you, tucking back into his sheath.

Your phone buzzes and when you check, it's a text from Sophia:

You must be hungry from all the work you've done! Lunch is ready!

The text ends with a knowing winking emoji.

[djsadbean]

i don't think i've ever mentioned this but im the BIGGEST fan of the original smurfs tv show from the 80s and my mom just gave me some of her original smurf stickers that she put on her school binder and IT STILL STICKS 45 YEARS LATER.

i'm SO SO happy ough ive never had my own smurfs merch from the actual show (im a big ol hater about the modern smurfs adaptation ugh hate. it.) these stickers are so cute and i fell down a rabbit hole of looking at vintage smurfs merch and i want ALL OF IT. i cannot express how happy i am rn i used to draw the smurfs all the time and i made my friends watch it with me and i ranted to them about all the new adaptations LOL celebrate with me as i loose all my money to vintage smurfs merch on ebay

i put them on my cricut!! these are the first stickers to be used to decorate my cricut (i dont like putting stickers one at a time, i like to plan ahead lmao) so these are so so special to me. especially since my mom saved up her little 5th grader money to buy these at the mexican version of macy's (idk the name lmao but thats how she described it) back in the 80s and now theyre mine!! she told me that if she had known her future daughter wanted them she wouldve bought more LOL

she told me that back then she and her classmates would trade stickers to put on their rulers, binders, etc. so she traded a few from this sticker pack to get some strawberry shortcake stickers and hello kitty stickers (i LOVE strawberry shortcake and my sister LOVES hello kitty) so its so special that we still, as a family, love these characters.

sometimes i feel very disconnected from the past for a lot of personal reasons and this made me feel so happy and human. like her little trip to the mall mattered so much and 45 years later im having an incredible day bc of that small purchase she made when she was like 9 years old. it also reminded me of something i loved as a kid that i just forgot about and it made me so so happy. like neither of us really had to go out of our way to do something today but this ended up being so special to me.

i hope i made sense :] peace and luv on planet earf

[noarawriteszr]

TASTE TESTER🥖

Eva(Coral Island) x Original Female Character

🖋️With the difficulties of being a farmer, Lila never lets her work be imperfect or have flaws but in addition, she is a taste tester to help the cook of the island, while giving her feedback in recipes, she realizes that her love goes beyond her role as taste tester, an intense love for the person who makes the recipes, Eva.

A life she never really imagined, this year everything changed, she became a farmer in a place where she practically knows no one, Lila never imagined she would be able to make this decision, start a life from scratch, meet new people and create bonds with the villagers. How ironic this is, it's almost the end of the year, Autumn where everything seems magical, the weather starting to cool makes love blossom more, seeing Noah and Alice together in the city square, reading and talking about various subjects and Lila ponders how long it will take for the two lovebirds to realize that they love each other, the whole city knows but them. She shakes her head at the thought and goes on her way with that. Today it's a nice and quiet tuesday soon deciding to go to Sam's store to buy some seeds and also sell some veggies and opening the store door feeling the familiar smell of bread being made, of course she couldn't help but notice the person who makes the bread, since the first day it never fails to takes her breath away when she sees the baker, Eva.

Lila truly wasn't the most close of her and for oblivious reasons that she couldn't keep her head in the right place when Eva is around, Macy figured out soon enough her not that hidden crush on the baker and haven't stopped messing with her whenever the two were in the same place, it got worse when Sam and Emily noticed the strange behavior of the farmer around the baker, Sam always tried to make hints of romance and hints of how he won over Emily in his time, Lila could have sworn her face looked like a pepper.

So definitely a big NO to stay more than 10 minutes there.Getting lost in her thoughts when she reminded herself that she still was staring at Eva, almost tripping in her way to Sam and notice the man laughing slightly at the embarrassing behavior before speaking:

—You know, nobody ever had tripped in that place before.. Making me wonder if are you really that clumsy or there's something else distracting you in the point of not being able to walk straight.. — Lila couldn't believe at what point her life had come to be in such humiliating position.

—I'm quite clumsy.. — Shyly the farmer said while trying to hide her red face and trembling hands as possible with the poor excuse.

—Oh, all theses vegetable are the greatest quality, you really work well in your farm, young girl!

Farmer was the happies that he changed the subject and let her go with her poor excuse and thanked the man, feeling proud of herself in the quality of her products, after all, she have been working nonstop for the last two seasons and hopefully in the winter she can rest more. What Lila didn't expect was Eva to call her when she was walking to the door, trying her best to keep a neutral behavior while going slowly to the woman.

—Hey! Um.. I made a new recipe of this bread, It's supposed to be softer.. would you mind being my taste tester?

Eva asks the other woman with a tone of hope, without being close to her so it means that it would be a great way to connect with the person everyone in the city speaks highly of.

—Oh.. Of course! it would be a pleasure, Eva!

Without thinking Lila said to the baker, smiling brightly when Eva smilled at her answer and offered a piece of the bread, gosh she could be whatever Eva wanted her to be, definitely.

The soft texture and explosion of flavors made the farmer gasp, she didn't expect that Eva would be able to surpass her skills even further. Chewing the piece slowly and taking into consideration each characteristic it could offer in its description to the baker.

—Eva, this is really good, the texture is actually much softer! I just think it lacked a little sugar, maybe it could make the bread even tastier.

Lila made her suggestion and didn't stopped praising Eva's work till she notice the baker red face.

—Thank you! I will make that modification and soon you can see if it gets better than before, I know I can improve this recipe for sure.

—Eva, everything you do is the best, I'm impressed that you want to get it better.

And for her dismay, she had to show her gay side, as soon as that comment got out of her mouth she looked at the bread seems like suddenly it got more interesting than see Eva's reaction to her stupid confession.

And that's how her "side job" started.

The seasons goes by, the spring of the second year and Lila can be sure she made the right choice to chase her dreams. Now more stable, Lila making a wonderful job as a farmer and also being a great adventurer and ocean cleaner, true to be told Lila have more than one job, she was everywhere and doing everything to make the city better, that was her job as a citizen. Also over time she gained the trust of many residents, she really felt part of the community, every Friday and Saturday she went to Franky's tavern to talk to everyone and have fun even though she still hasn't managed to win against Yuri in snooker, according to his own thoughts, Yuri makes magic when it comes to playing. 

— This doesn't even make sense, how it's possible to do that??

Lila is outraged at losing yet another round of Yuri, not knowing how she managed to reverse the roles when she swore that tonight would be her victory's moment.

—Natural talent, farmer girl! — Yuri jokingly mess with her before seeing Eva enter the tavern, Macy that was taking photos of some plates for Franky stopped and grin at Lila and noticed the farmer was already smiling at the baker, not remembering her lost rounds and going to meet with the person that stay in her head all the time. 

— Go talk with your baker — Yuri wink at her and tapped her on the shoulder letting her know it was okay to miss this round, not like Lila would win in either way.

— Hey miss baker, may I know what brings you here in this night? — Lila sitted at Eva's side and gave her a side hug, smiling till her cheeks hurt when she's around.

—Hey miss taste tester, I'm just chilling this night and wanted to speak with Betty about new recipes!

That excited Lila, after all that means more taste testing for her and she couldn't help making a silly happy dance to make Eva laugh.

 

— Let's go then, Betty is probably watching TV right now..— Not missing a beat farmer held the baker's hand and the two were almost running into the stairs to see Betty.

 

— Oh my goodness, come in dear, a blessing seeing two lovebirds in front at me! — Betty happily affirmed as if it was a fact, if she noticed the two red face and stuttering when trying to explain that they weren't girlfriends, she definitely pretended not to hear.

— I assume you two are here to test new recipes, am I right? 

— Bingo, Betty! — Lila told her and soon Eva and Betty started talking about the modifications of the recipes and what should be better with that dish or things like that, this was definitely not her part so she stands by not wanting to disturb but also helping in ways that she can.

— Miss taste tester, can you please give me the salt? it's right at your side

It didn't take 10 seconds to Eva see the salt being placed right beside her, smiling slightly and murmuring a quiet thank you to her favorite person.

 

Thankfully it didn't take long to be ready, Lila could almost jump of excitement when Eva offered her a piece and ask for a description of the taste.

— Oh my god, this is definitely new... it's not bad, it's just not what I was expecting but this is awesome, the salt in this dish made a great contrast, I love it as usual, Eva! You rock it — Farmer always try to improve her vocabulary to praise the baker more and more but still, she loves it, as always.

Eva's face clearly got a relieved expression at this, surprising Lila by holding hands and getting closer while thanking her. Seems like she didn't saw how Lila's eyes widen at this act.

—Oh my!! Are you seriously? I'm so relieved hearing this! I have been thinking of this recipe for weeks and I'm so happy it worked out good, this is so special! We should have a round of drinks to celebrate, don't you think?

— I-I, y-yes, I agree.. — Her voice betray her but Eva didn't seem to mind, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the tavern, asking for a bottle of wine and they two decided to drink outside.

 

A half bottle of wine goes and the two were not in right mind anymore, giggling at the air and talking nonsense.

— Can you believe it? I saw Alice and Noah kissing the other day, freaking finally!

— Finally oh my god, they're so sweet that it was getting irritating to see them not realizing their emotions but I guess, they knew it at the right time, right? Everything happens in the right time.. — Farmer also share her opinion on the new couple of the city.

— And you? — Eva asked quietly without looking at Lila.

— What about me? — Confused Lila looked at her trying to understand her question.

— Are you interested in someone? It's been two years that you're here, I'm sure you found someone attractive already — If only Eva know that since day one it was her, exclusively her.

And with the effect of the alcohol in her body, farmer let it escape the true.

— Actually I am interested in someone for months but I'm not sure the person likes me back..

— Oh come on, it's impossible. You're the bestest ever, you have all the best qualities, it's impossible to not like you.. trust me.. — .. Lila stopped her line of thoughts, what did she mean by trust me? She looked in Eva's eyes and got quiet.

— I'm seriously, you're so pretty and so talented and you're so smar-

Acting on impulse, Lila placed herself as close to Eva as possible, their faces were so close that she could feel Eva's breath against her face, noticing that her eyes widen at the proximity, but that wasn't enough, Lila brought her hand to Eva's cheek, gently caressing her delicate and perfect face, smiling when the baker lean in her touch, letting a gasp out when Eva turned her face and kissed her hand. They got into a staring contest till they both have enough, they both lean in and close the distance..

"It's so soft, so good" That's the only coherent thought in the farmer's mind. The hand that was caressing the baker's cheek, was now pulling her closer by the back of her head, trying to be as close as possible, Eva's opened her mouth and let Lila devour her, it didn't matter anything, nothing matter at that moment, finally they had done it. Only stopping when they couldn't handle the the lack of air, even in that short period of time Lila didn't stop, she kissed Eva's neck and looked for that sweet spot that made Eva's breathing become faster.

— O-Oh my god, you're driving me insane, baby...

And hearing that phrase almost made her cry out, Lila got aware of everything, they were in a public place, it was spring but she felt more hotter than any summer. And also, she didn't want to do anything and not remember later, so she grabbed Eva by the waist and started to walk to Coral Inn.

— Huh? What're we doing? I'm not done with you!

Eva almost screamed in her ears, and started to do the same treatment that she received earlier, now it was Lila turn to tremble, praying to every god to give her strength to resist this.

Soon they reached the door and Eva could barely stand straight at this point, apparently the effects of alcohol and tiredness from the day were hitting her so farmer decided to carry her in the bride style, taking care of her in the most affectionate way until she saw that she slept and tried to leave as silently as possible but Suki was already at the reception looking at her mysteriously.

— For a moment I thought a thief had broken in here, but it's just you. You and Eva...

She really didn't feel like answering Suki's countless questions, even though she liked her more than anything, she said goodbye quickly and walked to the farm, falling into bed and sleeping in record time.

Oh fuck.

Farmer woked up feeling extra tired, hungover and worse... remembering what happened the night before and started to overthink, did Eva kissed her because she wanted or because of the alcohol? Did Eva liked her? Did Eva remember that? A thousand questions running through Lila's head and her solution was to hide on her farm, no one would suspect after all it's spring and there's a lot to do, until she has the courage to face Eva again.

And so it was, days passed with this routine, Lila only went out at night or when there were few people around, avoiding as much as possible any interaction that could lead to a meeting with Eva and that lasted for almost a week till Macy had enough and went to the farm.

— Now I want to ask you, have you gone insane? What happened? Why are you ignoring everybody and specially Eva?? Why are you doing this?? — Worried about her best friend Macy started firing too much questions, not noticing that it was overwhelming Lila.

 

— WE FUCKING KISSED. WE WERE DRUNK, I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO FACE HER NOW, OKAY? — Lila screamed at her best friend for the first time and let out her emotions out, her eyes tearing up when she told Macy about her worries of Eva not liking her.

 

— And that's why you're a idiot, Eva is trying everything to connect with you, she wants to confess and you're hiding away? don't be stupid!!

 

— But what if sh-

— What if nothing!! You're going to talk to her today, she was crying her eyes out to Betty because of your stupid act..

—Why was she crying? What do you mean?

— Ugh, why do lovebirds cause so much stress — Macy sighed and started helping farmer in her activities, and after a good shower and putting her best clothes farmer started running around the city to find Eva.

After asking the entire town if they knew where she was Lila found herself in front of the Coral Inn, the only place she hasn't went yet. Opening the door and seeing Suki again and got surprised when Suki guilded her to Eva's door, not even leaving the chance to give up, only mouthing "You better fix it up" and going to the reception again. She knocked on the door three times until she heard a broken voice, clearly from crying, which broke her heart. 

— Please leave me alone.. — Eva's voice was heard and she felt a lump in the throat at that sight.

—Eva.. can I enter? — After a few seconds Lila said and heard movement in the room, soon after hearing the sound of the door being unlocked and took the signal as a yes.

She entered the room and didn't even care about the mess, she went towards the person lying on the bed and when she got closer she didn't even know exactly how to act, what to say. So she decided to speak the truth and all of it, all that it was on her mind.

— Since the first day I saw you it was like a lightning strike into me, you are everything I want in those two years and I was so scared of ruining our friendship with my love for you, I thought maybe we can become friends and this feeling may go away but it wasn't a simple crush, I love you Eva, every time I'm with you, I feel like the luckiest person alive. Even when the recipes goes wrong or got burned, it was the best moment of my live just because you're in it... I'm sorry for being stupid and not  talking to you after what happened that night.. I was scared of what would you say, please forgive me for acting so reckless. I want to ask you, do you feel the same?

She didn't even realize that she started crying till she felt Eva's hand on her face, trying to dry up all the tears, Eva's eyes were tearing up but she was smiling so openly.

 

— My love.. I fell in love with you over a year ago and the feeling only intensifies, so please.. don't torture us any longer, kiss me please..

 

Happily Lila did it and kissed Eva with so much love, feeling her salt tears into the kisses, and it could've been only seconds but feel like eternity, she felt in peace, where she belongs. And they stopped with little kissed and pecks, smiling at each other before Eva suggested:

 

— Do you want to be the taste tester of my heart?

 

 

~ THE END ~