#peek the new Pleasing nail color

[lymtw]

Toji who's a huge fan of the long socks and workout shorts combination on you. You don't only wear the outfit to workout. Sometimes, you wear it because it's as comfortable as pajamas but more casual to wear out than pajamas, and because you get impatient while waiting for Toji to come home, you can do anything in it. Cleaning, reading, watching TV, anything.

It's always the same scenario every time you wear the outfit. Toji ravages you—completely ruins you every time. He thought you would've caught on to his routine, by now, but there you were again, wearing those tiny red shorts. Your long white socks that reached just below your knees hugged your legs perfectly, two red stripes adorning the tops of them.

Toji sighs, shutting his eyes before bumping his forehead, lightly, into the doorframe a couple times. He's feral about the way you look, and you don't even realize it.

You gasp, a smile taking over your features at the sight of your man. "Baby!" you squeal, excitedly. You crawl towards the end of the bed, ready to leap into his arms like you usually do, but you only managed to make it to the center before he put a hand up, halting your movements. You sit back, your knees bent. "I didn't notice you were back, already. I... I missed you," you say, a softness in your tone that is attached to your concern for Toji's mood. Normally he looks at you with a boyish grin when you freak out about him being home, but he's looking at you so seriously this time. "Is everything okay?" You ask, as he ambles towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Toji, please, say something," you say, your heart starting to race with every step he takes.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling towards you. Silently, be grabs ahold of your ankle, lifting your foot towards his face so he can kiss it from your heel to the tips of your toes. You look at him while stifling a grin, wondering what's going through his mind for him to be acting this way. "That's nasty, Toji," you giggle, not making any sort of attempt to pull away your foot.

"Not as nasty as what I wanna do to you," he says, as he continues to run his kisses along your legs, his hands slowly moving up and down your shins and calves, before stopping where your socks end, an inch below your knees.

"These new?" Toji asks, tracing the red stripes on your right sock.

You nod, beaming with joy. "It came in a pack of five."

He hums, satisfied with the new information. There will be more of this in the future. "You needed every color, huh?" His lips continued their exploration, now feeling your soft thighs against them.

"There were other colors in a different pack, but I thought of you when I chose the pack that I got. It had a pair of socks with blue stripes, and I know you're fond of the color. So... yeah. That was my deciding factor." You laugh, a sound that makes Toji's lips twitch as he reaches your inner thighs.

"Always thinking of me, huh? Even when you're choosing socks." His green eyes focus on you as he continues to kiss your inner thighs, leaving behind a slightly painful memento.

"Kind of, yeah." You wince at the sharpness of his teeth sinking into your thigh for a quick second, before he laps and sucks on the indentation. "What, baby?" You look down at him with a slightly scrunched nose.

"There, there. Just leaving a little something behind on you." Toji's lips form a sly grin as you watch him, intently, even then, you didn't expect his next move. You gasp when he slides his face up between your legs, his sharp nose adding some pressure to the ache growing in your cunt. His tongue peeked out and followed the same path, leaving a damp stripe on the crotch area of your shorts. You shudder at how he doesn't stop there, your cunt throbbing when you feel his hands push up your shirt. He's kissing up your abdomen, starting beneath your bellybutton and ending at your sternum.

Your fingers run through his hair, eliciting a quiet groan from him with every gentle graze of your nails against his scalp. His hair is soft between your fingers and it messily spikes in whichever direction you brush it.

Toji pushes up the elastic band of your lacy bralette over your breasts, immediately burying his face between them. He was ruled by his obsessive desire for you in that moment, the heat of your soft skin against him minimally satiating the hunger he had for you. His mouth latched onto your right nipple while his hands roamed beneath your shorts, feeling up the backs of your thighs before giving your ass a squeeze.

"Baby..." you cooed, a sweet little grin on your lips as Toji rolled your nipple around his tongue. You could feel him subtly grinding his hard on against you, the act making your cunt pulse with need. There were shuddered breaths of desperation coming from him, his quiet groans muffled as he sucked on your nipples. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles on his lower back. You used your heels to nudge a little bit of his shirt up, his skin instantly warming the cotton material of your sock.

With a wet pop, he released your nipple and looked at you. In his eyes, you could see how much he wanted you, how badly he wanted to be inside you, already.

"You make my blood boil, you know that?" His face is inches away from yours. "It's like every time I come home with the pure intention of being soft and shit with you, you ruin it by making my dick hard."

You giggle, cupping his face. "I swear, I'm not even trying. I'm just here, waiting for you. Is this your way of saying you miss me?"

Toji chuckles. "What makes you say that?" He brings his hands out of from beneath your shorts, hooking his wrists around your hips to drag you even closer. Your legs readjust around his waist, your ankles locking in place again.

"Nothing in particular," you say, a saccharine tone decorating your voice. You have an inkling that he does miss you when he's gone for longer than intended. You feel more confident in your inkling when he comes home and the first thing he does is weigh your body down with his. This time was a good example.

"Maybe... I just wanna hear you say it." Your lips curl into an enticing smile. One that has Toji admiring how pretty your lips shine with that lipgloss you're wearing. "Just for me?" you whisper to him, tracing his jawline with your thumb.

Without hesitance, Toji responded to your want. "I missed you," he says, quietly, just to you, like you asked. His heart thumps rapidly as he takes in your reaction to the small confession. Your eyes were more brilliant than before, and you're smiling like a girl who's been told her crush likes her back.

"Yeah? Wanna say it again?" you ask, giddily. He looks you dead in the eyes, a deadpan expression lingering on his features. "Just one more time," you beg.

"Where are your manners, doll?" He cracked a grin at the way your body jolted slightly when his voice returned. "Haven't heard a single 'please' slip past those lips."

You giggle, your twinkling eyes apologizing for your rudeness. "Please, Toji," you plead, again, your voice light and airy.

Toji sighs, not having the heart to deny you when you look at him like that. He can physically feel how much you love him. "I missed you, my pretty girl," he repeats, kissing the column of your neck, lightly bruising you with his lips. "So fuckin' much, and I know you can tell."

"Mhm." You giggle as he drags his lips further across your neck, to the side of it

"You feel that?" He says lowly beneath your ear, dragging his clothed hardness between your legs. "You want it?"

"Mhm..." you hum, holding back a moan. "Yes, Toji."

"Good, 'cause i'm gonna give it to you. Gonna give it to you real good, mama," he purrs.

"Toji!" you shriek, kicking lightly at his back when he nibbles on your ear. He chuckles at the little goosebumps that appear on your waist, his rough hands attempting to smooth them down only to make more of them rise up.

"This little getup always gets you into trouble. Always wonder how you breathe when it fits so... tight. It's like another layer of skin, doll."

"I feel pretty in it," you murmur into his ear, your palms rubbing his shoulder blades.

"You are pretty in it. Look like a pretty little cheerleader."

"A cheerleader?" You laugh.

"Mhm, my own personal cheerleader. Always chanting my name, and wearing those pretty skirts and shorts. Those long, striped socks... mmm. Motivating me in the best way, baby."

He pulls back to remove his shirt. The sight of his sculpted muscles never failed to make your pussy wet, even when you've seen him completely naked so many times. You'll never get used to the godlike body beneath his clothes.

"You're staring, princess. What?"

You cover your eyes, a bitten back smile on your face. "Sorry, didn't know you were off limits to my eyes. Won't look at you again. Guess i'll just feel it when you're inside me."

"Aw, come on. I was kidding." He pries your hands off your eyes. "Watch me, and do the same."

You follow his lead and pull off your shirt, your bralette following shortly after. Toji waited for you to catch up to him, his eyes taking in the sight of your exposed upper body for a few seconds before working his pants off. You did the same, pulling down your shorts.

"Baby," you laugh, waiting for him to keep going. His hand goes to your stomach, rubbing your soft skin.

"Just getting a good look at you, doll." His eyes rake up and down your frame, before he clicks his tongue. "You're a real heartbreaker, you know that?"

"Yeah? Whose heart did I break?" You grin, just a little bit amused at the new information.

"Anybody who's ever seen you passing by. Even Shiu has spoken out about how be wants to pounce on you." You catch the way he rolls his eyes at the mention of someone else lusting over you. Someone he knows and works with frequently. "Man practically cries every time I leave work 'cause he knows you're home waiting for me, not him."

You giggle, gently grabbing Toji's hand off your stomach, moving your grip onto his wrist. "Shiu won't ever get to see me this way. All of this..." you splay his hand on your neck, dragging it down your chest, down your abdomen, before hooking his fingers into your underwear and pulling down as you guide his hand lower. "...is a secret between me and you."

Toji swallows the saliva that pools in his mouth, slipping his boxers off so fast.

You giggle at his inability to look away. "Want me to keep the socks on?"

"Whatever..." he says, mindlessly, entranced by your effortless ways of being sultry. He crawls back onto you, quickly revoking your privilege to have any personal space. "Shiu isn't the only one who will never see you like this. No one, but me, will ever see you like this." He cups your jaw, holding your already attentive focus. "Need to hear you say it, ma. I'm so serious, right now."

You pull his hand away from your jaw, bringing it to your mouth. Your tongue comes out to lick a line straight down the middle of his hand, from the bottom of his palm, to the tips of his middle and ring fingers. Your lips went down his hand, again, this time peppering kisses along the line you made with your tongue. "No one will ever see me the way you do. I just sealed my promise into your hand, so if you ever cheat on me, your hand is gonna split in half."

"That right?"

You nod, not a crack of a smile on your face, to show that you're just as serious.

"You're pretty powerful. What happens to all that power when you're under me? Like this."

"It's still there. Just... weakened."

"Yeah?" He says, softly, kissing along your jawline. "I'm your weakness?"

"Mhm," you mumble, relishing in the warmth of his hands as they work up and down your waist, occasionally squeezing.

"That's why we work. 'Cause you're strong enough to irreversibly punish me for committing adultery, but at the same time, you're debilitated by me."

Your breathing becomes a little more noticeable to Toji as he continues to nibble and suck on the skin of your jaw. He's working you up just by reminding you of how easy it would be to put you in your place.

You whimper as he runs his tip through your folds, the messy mixture of your and his arousal making it easy for him to glide through at a teasing pace.

"So soft, and all for me, huh?"

"Mhm..." you hum, sultrily. Your hands go to Toji's shoulders, waiting for the initial stretch of his cock when it prods into you.

Now was the time when Toji's nightly question would be answered. Would you cry or would you hold out when he put it in? Most of the time, you spared a couple tears for him, and Toji would always comfort you by making you giggle or praising you for how well you were doing. This time he was being carried by his possessive feelings. Not to say he wasn't going to comfort you, he just wouldn't be making you laugh.

His tip glided up and down at your entrance, further making you squirm beneath Toji. "Gonna need your eyes on me, mama. Just look at me," he says, still guiding his tip until you make eye contact. The tip nudges its way in, Toji's gaze not wavering from yours.

"Shh... you're fine," he coos at the sound of your whines when he starts thrusting, slowly. "You're okay, it's just the tip," he murmurs. "I know you want more than this, princess. We both know it takes more to satisfy you, huh?" You nod, frantically, in agreement. "Yeah? So, let's give you some more," he says, pushing in another couple inches of his length.

"Hey, eyes on me, look at me." His face is nose length away from yours. He can hear the short little breaths you release from the added inches inside you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for Toji to feel them. "Doll face... I'm working my way into you," he says quietly, like it's only meant for you to hear. Not even the walls were allowed to get in on this secret. "Know you can feel me pretty deep in there, already, but you know how selfish I am about you." He groans, the first sound of pleasure he didn't holding back. "Gonna take up more of you. Gonna be even deeper inside."

Toji was silently proud of you. No tears, so far, just little whimpers and breathy moans. "Always been so good... mmm... so fucking good to me, mama. What's another time, hm?" He purrs, kissing your face more erratically as he withheld himself from thrusting deeper before you were ready. "Gonna be good and let me destroy this pretty pussy?"

"Y-Yes, please, Toji," you whine, the ache in your cunt more prominent when he verbalizes what he wants to do to it.

"First you gotta take the whole thing. Still got a ways to go, mama."

"Faster, please, Toji. Put the rest in. I can take it."

His steady, comfortable pace is tested. He's tempted to ram the rest of his cock into you, and see those pretty eyes well up with tears from how deep he is.

"You sure?" He asks, to which you bite your lip and nod. He looked at you like you had just signed away your soul to him. His green eyes possessed so much lust behind them, but he still had it in him to hold back for one more question of security. "You would tell me if I was hurting you, right? 'Cause, you know, pretending isn't cool, ma."

"Shh... I want you so bad, Toji, it's not even funny. Like we've talked about before, I'll scream 'safe' at the top of my lungs if it doesn't feel right." You smile, caressing his cheek with your right hand. "You know, it's so hot when you take care of me."

He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you. The kiss grew lustful, immediately, egging on the fluidity of his hips against you. With every roll of his hips, he slipped more of his length into you, your wetness appearing further down his cock after every few thrusts. You could feel him driving deeper and deeper inside you, and it was intense. Your nails dragged along his skin, and you couldn't keep up with his kisses anymore, your whimpers sounding through the lock of your lips.

"Feel that? Feel me deep inside you?" Toji murmurs to you, holding your face in his hands. You felt suffocated by him—by his proximity. You felt smothered by his touch—by the hold he had on your jaw. If you moved more than an inch, your face would meet his. It made you feel dizzy, like every breath you took was stolen back by him. All of this to distract you from the rest of his cock being sheathed into you, swiftly, to get it over with.

"Fuck, it's all in, mama. Made it fit, again. We're clicked."

Your eyes are shut, light puffs of air leaving you, and a slight furrow in your brows at the tight feeling in your cunt. You're filled to the brim with Toji, and you can feel the effect it has on him with all the throbbing his cock does inside you. Making his dick fit inside you is something Toji always takes pride in. It shows how much you trust him with your body, and it proves his effort of trying to bring pleasure for not just him, but you as well. He knows it's hard to take his dick without feeling like you're being torn through, if you aren't prepared enough, so you letting him stuff you is a trust exercise every time.

"We're c-clicked?" You ask, slowly opening your eyes.

"That's right." Toji smirks, watching the way you test how far in he is by pushing your hips towards him. "Greedy girl, that's all of it."

"No- I didn't mean-" you groan, flustered by the resting cocky expression on Toji's face.

He pulls his hips back, pushing his cock back into you, quickly. "See? Clicked."

The act makes you gasp, unsettling your breathing.

"That reaction tells me everything, baby. Can't be greedy for more when you can barely handle what you have." His hips start thrusting into you as he grabs at your chest, his hands kneading your breasts. "You can beg for more dick when you can take mine without tearing up. 'Til then, you get me."

You pant, reaching out to grab some part of him, but failing. Instead you twist your claws into the sheets, pulling them into a messy clump in your fists.

You like when Toji fucks you this way. When he's facing you, you get to see his handsome face and the lust that goes into his movements. It does make you nervous, and your heart starts beating faster when he stares into your soul, but it makes your orgasms so much better knowing he's watching your every move.

Toji puts one of your legs over his shoulders, his thrusts picking up their pace as your moans get louder and needier. His hand holds your ankle steady so he can kiss along the red stripes of your socks.

"Fuck..." he hisses. "Fuck, mama, you're squeezing the hell out of me."

"T-Toji, Toji! A-Ah, fuck, Toji!" you moaned, feeling his merciless cock prod every inch of your insides. Your pussy fit around Toji's dick like a snug glove, pulsing and throbbing with short-lived vacancy every time he slid it out before ramming it back in. You could feel your slick start to trickle down from where you and Toji connected.

"Love when you say my name like that, princess. Let me hear you again," he says, grunting as he continues on the brutal pace of his hips. He spots the flush of embarrassment on your face as no sound but your restless breathing and beating hearts, fill the room. "Aw, don't be shy." He chuckles, breathlessly. "Tell me how much you love it, sweetheart. Who makes you feel like this, hm?" Toji knows that's his ticket to getting anything from you. Sweetheart. He slips in that sugary title of endearment, and suddenly you lose your will to deny him of anything.

To wind you up a little more, he thumbed at your clit, instantly spiking your pleasure. You jolted, letting out a choked moan while pushing your hips back into the mattress. "T-Toji..." you called, breathily. "Hold..." you swallowed, high pitched moans leaving you from the swirling pleasure you felt, "...hold on..."

"What? You gonna cum or something?" He teased, not letting up on your clit. "I dare you to cum," he said with dark lidded eyes, that narrowed their focus on your pleasure filled expression. He continued the stimulation, his thumb still rubbing at your buzzing clit while he thrusted into your velvety smooth cunt.

"Feels good, huh?" He asks, grunting as he brings you closer to the edge of your first orgasm. He slides in and out of you, rapidly, hitting all the vital spots within you that turn your body fluid as you cum around him. Your body becomes a wave, starting with the roll of your hips, chasing all the stimulation being given to you so you can ride out that incomparable feeling of sexual satisfaction. The wave then flows to your torso where your back arches off the mattress from all the pleasure coursing through you, before dying at your heaving chest as it rises and falls seemingly endlessly with every passion filled moan and cry you let out.

Toji groans as you pulse around him, clenching and unclenching with newborn sensitivity. It's an unwelcome feeling, one that has you whining for Toji to give you a second to come down, to which he complies. He gives your pussy a rest, but that doesn't stop him from feeling up the rest of your body. He works to stiffen your nipples again, brushing his fingertips lightly against the buds to see how quickly they rise and how puffy they can get. You squirm at the feeling, to which Toji chuckles.

His hands glide over your shoulders, following the slope of your neck, before gently cupping the sides of it. He can feel the bone in your neck beneath his thumbs as he lightly presses into it. Something about this level of control has his cock throbbing inside you, aching to get moving again.

"Toji?" You call, snapping him out of his little daydream.

"Oh, uh... shit, my bad," he mumbles, pulling his hands away. You grab his wrists and put his hands back, allowing him to place them around your neck again.

"Could've just said you wanted to play with my life. I'll let you do it. You know i'm open minded." You smile, too softly for what you're permitting Toji to do.

He wanted to start fucking into you again. The throbbing of his cock was already unbearable, but with the filthiness you just spewed out about letting him play with your life...? It was enough to test his resolve.

"Come on," you pant, as he starts thrusting into you again. "A little harder, daddy... Want you to make me feel lightheaded."

"Oh, fuck... you...," Toji almost moans as he thrusts into your warm, wet heat, again. "...you wanna die?" He groans, his hands twitching with the delicacy of your neck in them. He knew he wouldn't last long with this other side of you coming out to play. The way you mindlessly say the things he never expects, it kills him.

You squeak at the feeling of Toji dragging his hand down to your chest. He roughly paws at your boobs with one hand while the other takes over the entirety of you neck. You giggled, your clouded mind brimming with lustful thoughts. "Anything to make you cum, baby... You choose to not let me walk sometimes, so why not cut my oxygen for a couple seconds?"

Toji's hand was a little heavier on your neck now. Your heart started going into overdrive, your jaw hanging as you let out labored breaths that merged into sweet moans.

"Freak." Toji muttered, panting as he neared his peak.

You scoff. "Acting like you didn't turn me into this." You giggle, gently running your nails down his arms.

He breathes out a chuckle. "Gonna make me cum, mama."

"Already?" You whine, rolling your hips into him in assistance.

"You..." he groans, moving his hands down to your hips so he can pull you into his thrusts. "You can't say that when you came first."

"Joking, joking... Wanna cum on my tits? Think of it as..." you gasp sharply, feeling warm fluid shoot into you.

"Fuck, oh fuck..." Toji groans, heavy breaths released into the air as he rutted short but rapid thrusts into your squelching cunt. He managed to bring you to another orgasm with those rapid little thrusts. Sweat beaded down his temples and dripped down his neck as he found himself just grinding into you, no longer thrusting. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest and in your ears, your moans harmonizing with Toji's as you both stilled in each other's vice-like grip. His hands returned to the sides of your neck, and he got to focus on the effect it had on you, your cunt fluttering around him. You held onto him by dragging your nails across his wrists and digging your heels into his back. You could feel Toji's cum leaking out through whatever sliver of space he left in you. It drooled down your ass and onto the sheets.

You both stared at each other with looks of utter infatuation, no words exchanged, just heavy breathing as you tried to come down from the feeling of mutually delivered ecstasy. Toji wanted to kiss you, you wanted to hold him close, and as if you could communicate telepathically with each other, you got both in one. He laid down on you and pressed kisses all around your lips before finally centering his lips on yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your hands trailed up to comb through his sweaty locks. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he kept his hands on your thighs to pin them there.

Toji went flaccid inside you from how long you spent kissing and whispering love drunk nothings to each other. You decided to get cleaned up by taking a bath together. Normally, Toji was more of a shower kind of guy, but you made him reconsider with the promise of soapy boobs.

"You're an animal, baby. A pair of striped socks, some shorts and a t-shirt gets you going?"

Toji chuckles, leaning back against the edge of the tub. "What do you want me to say? It's a you thing."

You giggle at the little squeeze he offers your waist beneath the bubbles that submerged you and him.

"Really, ma. You could be wearing one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes and i'd still wanna fuck you." He leans in close, his lips right against your ear. "But... wear those new blue, striped long socks, put on some blue skin tight shorts, one of those t-shirts, and a little bow in your hair... around me?" He sighs, the light breath grazing the shell of your ear. "I'll make sure you have to depend on me to get around the house for days."

[mrchiipchrome]

Rain

W.C.- 3k

“So, when we’re on the topic, did any of you know that the world cup wasn’t Alexia’s first time dyeing her a crazy color?” You ask your scattered teammates, the team bonding being at your and Alexia’s place after a lot of fuss. The midfielder slung across your lap looked at you with wide eyes, the story embarrassing from her perspective.

“Amor, let’s not talk about that” Alexia’s nails close around the skin of your torso where your shirt had ridden up. The action makes you yelp, it being fairly unexpected, but out of your peripheral you can see the way she smirked in self amusement.

“No, no, let’s talk about it.” Mapi’s face is lit up by a mischievous grin, clearly wanting to hear the embarrassing story. It was the first time since her injury that she seemed like herself again, she’d been so sullen as of late.

“Yeah Ale, we want to hear the story.” Pina shouted from her place across from where you and Alexia sat together, her back leaning against the couch as Patri poked at her. The younger girl is getting all the more annoyed at her best friend's repetitive actions, slapping away her hand every so often.

“Por favor Ale, it’s a funny story.” Your hands run up and down her thighs softly, squeezing ever so lightly at times. It’s fun to see the way her resolve breaks with every stroke of your hands, the way her eyes slowly shut as she thinks about the implications that the story might bring.

“Okay then, tell it, but you have to finish what you started later.” The last part is whispered only for you to hear, leading to an embarrassing dark red color spreading across your cheeks. You sit up straighter and shift the midfielder around on your lap for it to be more comfortable for you both.

“Let me take you all back in time, sometime in September of 2010…”

September 7th, 2010.

“Amor please, I’m in need of some new hoodies, since you steal them all as soon as I put them on.” You pleaded with your girlfriend, the muddy clothes covering your body nearly leaving a trail of dirt behind you.

“That’s just because you buy the best hoodies, it is not my fault.” She puts her hands up in an ‘I’m innocent’ gesture, the girl looking at you with her most innocent expression. You weren’t asking for much, wanting her to bike with you to the mall located an hour away to spend some time together.

Well, it wasn’t like you were apart often, the two of you stuck at the hips.

“I need clothes, you don’t want Mila to see me shirtless, right?” Mila was another girl in your team, a girl that pretty clearly had a crush on you, something that Alexia detested.

“No. You’ll just have to wear my clothes I guess.” Her little self-assured smirk melted your heart, a puddle at the bottom of your stomach.

“Mhm sure, your clothes don’t fit me amor, but good try.” You wink at the brunette, her shy smile covering her lips.

“Y/n Y/l/n, you better have not tracked dirt into my house.” Alexia’s mum, Eli, called out to you. She knew your habits and how you’d always forget that your shorts were dripping dirt.

“I haven’t Mrs Putellas, I promise.” Eli always knew when you were lying, and that sing-songy tone was a sure sign.

“Okay, but you’re the one who’s going to wash up. And once again, call me Eli.” Your cheeks darken at the reprimanding tone your second mother used. The Putellas family was as much family as your own.

“Yes Eli.” 

“Y/n/n, I’m going to take a shower, you stay out here. Don’t sit on the furniture until we’ve washed you off.” Alexia is already halfway up the stairs when she calls out for you, her sister peeking her head out of her room at the sound of your girlfriend's voice.

“So, Y/n, I heard that you were having trouble getting Alexia to agree with you and I have a preposition for you.” The young girl told you, your face showing the confusion you were experiencing.

“Preposition? Where did you learn these words Alba?” Her expression turned into that of a nonchalant person, waving it away.

“Don’t you worry about it, now I want to pull a prank on Ale, but I need money and help for it, and you need hoodies. So you give me money, and I’ll buy a couple of hoodies at the mall, then you help me set the prank up, okay?” She went through the plan like it was the easiest thing in the world, and really it wasn’t that difficult.

“How much money do you need? And what is the prank?” You asked the girl, her smile immediately turning mischievous.

“Oh I need like 100 euros, so we prank Ale by putting that temporary hair dye in her shampoo, the one that goes away in a few washes, give her a scare.” Alba rubbed her hands together like a supervillain would, laughing evilly.

“Alba? What are you doing? Stop trying to scare my girlfriend off.” Alexia, freshly showered, comes back down the stairs to the sight of her kid sister imitating the joker. “Come on amor, it’s your turn to shower.” Your girlfriend led you up the stairs by your arm, giving you the chance to look back at her still laughing sister. Nodding, the younger girl knows that you’ve agreed to her plan.

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“Wait, so it was Alba’s idea?” Mapi asks full of confusion, she didn’t know that you and Alba had been so conspiring.

“Yeah, but I had to do basically everything.” 

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“Is that enough?” You hand your girlfriend’s younger sister a bunt of money, the girl looking over it quickly and giving you a quick thumbs up.

“Mama, Alina’s dad is driving us to the mall, I’m going now.” The girl was clever, that much you couldn’t deny. 

“Choose a good color now Alba, okay?” She nods quickly at your quiet whisper, she knows not to choose black or blonde or any other boring color.

As she leaves, you make your way up to Alexia’s room, tripping over the random footballs laying all over her floor. On the soft bed she laid, your amazing girlfriend whom you couldn’t love any more even if you tried. Her smile distracted you even more as you tripped once again, hands catching your body.

“Bébé, you need to be more careful, you can’t be tripping and falling like that. We need you on the pitch.” She chastises you playfully, eyes flitting over your prone body. 

“Yeah yeah I know, I’ve heard it before, you’re just so distracting.” You push yourself off the floor in one swift move, ending up on the brunette’s bed. She smiles as you shimmy your body up the bed, eventually settling comfortably beside her.

Your hand comes up to cup her jaw softly, thumb moving over her bottom lip, pulling it down carefully. She leans in slightly, letting you make the first move to initiate the kiss. Your lips meet hers in a soft embrace only moments later, pushing your tongue inside her mouth.

The impromptu make out session ends when there’s a knock at the door, Alexia’s father peeking in to see what you were doing. He isn’t shocked to see the two of you laying next to each other, talking. 

All you could think there was ‘thank fuck for quick reflexes’.

“Come on amor, I’m taking you on a date.” You pat her leg as to tell her to get up from her position on the bed. 

“Where are we going?” She jumps off the bed and sprints over to the wardrobe in the corner of her room, throwing the door open to ruffle through her clothes.

“I was thinking that we could go to a restaurant maybe, I want to spoil you.” The hand that holds up your head shakes when she glares at you with that sexy intensity, like she knew about your shenanigans with her sister.

“What are you planning?” She asks suspiciously, eyes reduced to slits as she looks at you.

“Nothing! I swear it’s nothing.” Alexia looks at you for another second, trying to decipher if you were telling the truth, which she seemingly deems you to have done.

“I’m watching you, don’t think I’m not.” 

“I know you are, I’m so hot that you can’t keep your eyes off me.” You can see the way her eyes roll at your fake enthusiasm, shaking her head like a mother would at their child doing something funny that they definitely shouldn’t.

———-

“Another question, why would you take her on a date?” This time it’s Pina who asks, tilting her head at you.

“Well Pina, that’s what you do when you have a girlfriend who’s as hot as mine, and I’ll get to the other reason soon.” The girlfriend in question turns her head toward you, her fiery cheeks catching your attention.

———

“Wow, that was incredible.” Taking her to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city wasn’t on your list of what to do, but alas that was what happened.

You wanted to treat her before you pranked her.

“Thank you for taking me here bébé, the food was amazing and the company was even better.” You smile at her kind words, swirling the cola around in your wine glass.

The server comes back with your card after a few moments, just as you tell Alexia that you were going to the bathroom. The text you send to her sister gets an almost instant answer, telling you that everything was set up and ready.

“Amor? You ready to go?” She picks up her jacket at the question, walking with you to the exit of the restaurant. Her red lipstick smudges against your cheek as she presses a kiss to your cheek, the dark night sky lit up by the stars.

“Te amo bébé, thank you so much for this.” You can’t help but smile at her, she was all you wanted and more.

The rest of the walk back to Alexia’s house was spent in comfortable conversation, the girl asking if you wanted to stay over at hers.

When you both arrived home, she told you that she was going to take a quick shower whilst you made yourself comfortable in her bed.

Thankfully she can’t see the way your eyes widen, knowing that your plan was going to make it’s appearance way too early.

Waiting for Alexia to get out of the shower was almost as anxiety inducing as the prank itself, her reaction was sure to be good though.

It was when you were playing around with some stuff on her desk that you heard her furious voice calling out for you and her sister.

“Y/N! ALBA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” You rush out into the hallway to be met with Alexia in a black towel, her now blueish hair dripping onto the floor.

Alba runs into your back only moments later, looking like she was going to piss herself with laughter seeing Alexia’s face.

“What is this?” Alexia asks sternly, pointing at her hair. Alba doubles over in laughter, but you just stand there with a guilty look on your face. You recognise the expression on her face, one of incredible rage.

“We switched out your shampoo for hair dye, oh you should’ve seen the look on your face.” Alba says through laughs, her hand over her stomach, doubled over.

“WHAT.” 

“Amor, it’s not permanent, it’s gonna go back to normal in a few washes, right Alba?” The young girl looks up at you guiltily, her not immediately agreeing, making you worried. “Right Alba?”

“Uhm, I might’ve accidentally bought the permanent one, pleasedontkillmeAle.” At the murderous glare she gets, the young girl runs off, her sister staying rooted in front of you.

“Don’t lie to me, were you involved in this?” At that moment you felt the most fear you’d ever felt, she was glaring at you like she glared at your opponents.

“Yes, I gave her the money and got you out of the house.” You answer truthfully, the wrath she’d get if you lied was way worse than anything else.

“Get out of my house.” Her voice is stone cold as she orders you to get out.

“Amor please, I’m so sorry-“

“No. Get out.” This time you didn’t even try to argue, her tone held one of finality.

And so, you walked home in the now cold night, freezing like no other. You deserved it though, of course you had to prank her.

—————

“Wait, how did you get her back? I mean you’re together now so you had to get her back somehow.” Lucy asks, the third time someone has asked something during the duration of your story.

“Shush, I’m getting to it.”

————-

Alexia hadn’t responded to your texts the entire weekend, she was reading them, but not responding. Though you had heard from her sister that she’d decided to commit to the blue hair and got it fixed at the salon.

Even though you’d apologized 100 000 times, she wouldn’t forgive you, and when she passed you in the hallways without saying a word, you decided it was time to take out the big guns.

Sprinting over to the middle school her sister went to, you quickly got her out of class. Alba looked at you weirdly when you told her teacher that you were there to take her to the doctors, even more so when you gave the teacher a paper, but nonetheless she followed you out.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” She asked curiously, looking up at you.

“We are going to make it right between me and Alexia, you are going to help me.”

The preparations only took a few minutes, the only hard part being stealing the ladder from the janitor's office, your elaborate plan was relatively easy to execute.

You knew at what time Alexia got out of class, it wasn’t hard when that was the class you were absent from. But it seems like the teacher was keeping her after class as you and Alba hid behind a nearby row of lockers.

“Where is she?” Alba whispered sharply, looking at you like you were stupid. 

“Soon, she was probably just kept after class.” You whisper back just as harshly, the hallways empty by now leading you to spot your girlfriends much easier.

You can see her angry movements as she throws open her locker, taking out a few books. She’s closed it by the time that you reach her, Alba hidden behind you.

“Close it again.” You tell her, the woman looking at you with a mean glare, a glare that lightens when she sees the hopeful look in your eyes. The smile on your face widens as Alexia opens her locker again, gesturing for Alba to climb up the ladder and start pouring water onto your head.

Your hair plasters against your forehead, cold water making your clothes stick to your body. When you deem it enough, you quickly knock at her open locker door, the girl closing her locker again.

She can’t help but smile at the idiocy that was going on, her sister pouring water over your head with a flower waterer. In your hands were flowers, her favorite flowers.

“Alexia, I’m so sorry for pranking you, it wasn’t right even though you look amazing. Please let me make it up to you.” The water that ran down your face and into your mouth quickly turned your speech slightly slurred but Alexia couldn't help but think of how adorable you looked, doing the rain apology inside only for her.

“It’s okay, I forgave you as soon as I saw how hot I looked with this hair color. Just don’t do it again.” She breaks out in a full fledged smile, seeing how the water suddenly stops running down your face and how a paper rainbow appears above your head. “Oh look, it stopped raining.”

“C’mere.” You pull her into you by her waist, her lips meeting yours sweetly, before the sound of gagging breaks you apart.

“You guys are disgusting.” Alba exclaims as she gets down from the ladder, scrunching her nose at you.

“How did you even get Alba here bébé?” Alexia questions, you looking at her sheepishly.

“I may or may not have forged your mothers signature so I could get her out of class.” Your girlfriend slaps your arm at the confession, glaring at you playfully.

“Mama is going to be so mad when she finds out.” 

“Meh, we all know that I’m the favourite.” 

—————

“That’s how you got her back?” Lucy asks, her eyebrows raised at the peculiar way of apologising.

“Yup, she couldn’t resist my charm.” You tease the girl sitting on your lap, slipping your hand into hers, fingers fitting perfectly between hers.

“And Eli wasn’t mad when she found out?” Pina asks, the girl practically family.

“Oh, she was furious with me but only for a little, I am the favourite child after all.” Alexia rolls her eyes at you lovingly, the smile on her face tells you as much. You couldn’t believe that she was real, and that she was yours.

“It’s not like capi to let you get away scot free.” Mapi teases, the two of you had gotten up to a lot of shenanigans during your shared time at Barça and you’d always gotten punished somehow.

“She didn’t, I had to wear children’s clothes for a month after that since I quote ‘couldn’t grow up’, and yes there are pictures.” The girls around you immediately start trying to convince you to show them the photos, which you do after some convincing (and maybe one or two promises to take responsibility for your next prank.) 

Safe to say that you get teased for the foreseeable future, though they do leave you alone after you’ve finally proposed after nearly 16 years of dating their captain.

[freedomfireflies]

Use Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

You bring home a new outfit, and your best friend Harry decides that it's high time he show you exactly what you've been missing with a little payback.

Blindfold and all.

Word Count: 4.4k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Okay, close your eyes. Close your eyes—thank you.”

Harry huffs as he settles onto the mattress, lashes firmly pressed together, and hands on his legs.

You peek out from behind the bathroom door, eager for his reaction to the little lingerie set you purchased the other day. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen you in. Lacey, and skimpy, and best of all…equipped with thigh and wrist restraints. 

Sure, he adores you in anything. Plain, simple bra and underwear. No underwear and a big shirt. Granny panties and sweatpants. And you adore him for that.

Truthfully, you mostly picked this outfit for yourself. You liked the colors and the handcuffs. And even better? It was on sale.

But you know Harry will absolutely lose it when he gets a glimpse. You’re fully prepared for him to rip the fabric right from your body, although you will warn him not to. It might have been on sale, but it was still rather expensive.

Although you have a feeling it will be worth it.

Tiptoeing into the room, you come to a stop right in front of him, anxiously sucking in a deep breath.

“Okay,” you murmur, arms resting by your sides. “You can look.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, he lets his eyes flutter open once more until he can see you.

A quiet stretch of silence settles between you as he rakes his gaze over every inch of your body. From your eager smirk to your glittery painted toenails.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You’ve never felt so nervous.

Then, he stands. 

His tall frame towers above you, and your breath hitches as he steps up. 

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, large hand outstretching for your hip. “You…shit, Bee. I…”

Words evade him as your cheeks warm. “You like?”

“Fuck,” he says again, and you laugh. “Where…why…shit.”

You slip your hands around his neck as he takes hold of your body and presses you flush against his chest. “Thought we could try something new. Know you’ve been stressed lately, and I figured…why not help you unwind?”

His darkened expression travels up the length of the outfit for a second time. “God, I don’t fucking deserve you. Look at you, Bee. I can’t…never seen something so beautiful.”

You feel his fingers dance across the lacey fabric, inspecting every inch. Reveling in the way your body feels beneath the material. And when he makes it to the cuffs around your wrists, his eyebrow cocks up.

“Oh?” he murmurs, lifting it up as his thumb strokes across the leather restraint. 

“They attach down here,” you explain, nodding toward your thigh. “Thought that might be fun, too.”

“Yeah?” His eyes fill with child-like wonder as he studies the lock. 

“Yeah.” You push up onto your tiptoes until you can brush your lips against his. “Wanna be at your mercy, Daddy. Want you to do whatever you want. Have me any way you want me.”

You can’t help but smirk to yourself when you hear his breath catch. You’ve taken this interaction from sexy to sensual, and his grip on your hip tightens.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, and the sudden change in inflection makes your stomach flip. “Want me to toss you around like you’re nothing but a fucking toy, hm? Use you just the way I like?”

You nod as he begins backing you up toward the wall. 

“Missed me this week, haven’t you, Bee?” he continues, eyeing the delicate bow between your breasts. “Missed being my cock-drunk little whore?”

Your lip disappears between your teeth as you fight back a moan.

“Missed the way I take care of you?” He dips down, mouth following the curve of your jaw before he settles over the spot beneath your ear. “Missed being good for me?”

Your nails curl into your palm when your ass meets the door, and Harry smiles as he nips at your feverish skin.

“D’you wanna be good for me, Bee?”

You’ve never wanted anything more. “Yes…”

“Good. Then turn around.”

Goosebumps explode across your skin as he uses his hold on your waist to spin you toward the wall until your cheek presses into the paint.

You gasp eagerly, thighs clenching together as he smooths his palms over your shoulders and down your arms. He worships your body. Pays it the utmost respect as he drinks you in.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muses beneath a heavy breath. “You’re a goddess, Bee. So fucking real and so fucking perfect.”

You notice he curses more when he’s truly turned on, and it makes your ego swell as you grin.

“And you’re mine,” he whispers, almost reverently. It’s quiet. You almost miss it, and it doesn’t seem as if this was something you were meant to hear.

“Yours,” you repeat anyway, and you feel his fingers dance along the backs of your legs while he crouches down. “Always yours, Har.”

 “Good.” He reaches for your wrists and guides your arms back. You feel him fiddle with the locks before the restraints are tightening and your mobility becomes limited. “How’s that, baby?”

Baby. Your head spins. Each loving nickname goes straight to your heart before traveling to your cunt. “It’s good.”

“Not too tight?”

“Well, I’d argue the tighter the better, but…”

A firm but playful slap is had to your ass. You squeal and squirm away from him, but his grip returns to your hips and pulls you back. 

“Funny,” he snorts, although he doesn’t sound amused. “You enjoy mocking me, hm?”

“No. I enjoy it tight.”

Another smack. “Yeah?”

Your eyes squeeze shut, pain and pleasure radiating across your backside. “Yeah. Figured you should know that by now.”

“I should, huh?” You feel the tip of his nose ghost across your ass cheek before his lips make contact to the curve above your thigh. “I know a lot of things about you, Bee. Like the fact…that you’re…a brat.”

Another spank ripples across your body, a bit harder and more prominent until you go flying into the wall. Your automatic instinct is to raise your hands and brace yourself, but the harsh reminder that they’re attached to your legs now makes you groan.

Harry says nothing but you feel his fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, pulling the lacy material away from your pussy to get a better look.

“What did I say?” he murmurs proudly, letting himself lightly brush over your aching hole. “Look at you, already dripping for me, and all I did was spank you.”

A shuddered breath passes between your lips.

“Isn’t that right?” He travels up to your clit, flicking it once in warning. “Like it when I punish you, yeah?”

“Yes.” There’s no point in denying it. Not when the evidence is sitting right there in his face. “Yes, Har, please—”

“No, see…I don’t believe you’re in any position…to make demands,” he decides, removing his hand completely until you nearly crumble. “Not after the way you’ve been teasing me this week.”

You feign innocence, lashes fluttering as you attempt to glance back at him. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he scoffs, straightening back up. His hips press into your arms and hands while his hands brace to the wall beside your head, almost as if to trap you there. “All those texts…all those pictures…trying to distract me while I work.”

His lips find your cheek while images of your previous conversations run through your mind. 

“Coming home to find you touching yourself while screaming my name,” he continues menacingly. “Even made yourself squirt, didn’t you?”

The night in question springs to the forefront of your memory, flashes of the dildo and his face filling your consciousness.

He presses himself against you, mouth moving to your ear.

“And you didn’t save me a goddamn drop.”

He spins you around so fast, you feel dizzy. But your gasp of intrigue dies by his tongue as it’s forcibly shoved in your mouth. 

“Naughty fucking goddess,” he grits, licking at your bottom lip just to taunt you. “Made me fuck my fist in the shower just to feel like a man.”

Again, you attempt to reach for him. Desperate to fling your arms around his neck and jump onto his body. But the cuffs hold steady, and you nearly burst into tears when Harry steps away from you, leaving your body cold and without his touch.

“I think it’s time for me to teach you something, hm?” he proposes, and your wet eyes widen. “Think it’s time I teach you…how it fucking feels.”

His fingers suddenly reach for the front of your bra, grabbing onto the wire as leverage before slinging you toward the mattress. 

You bounce a bit when you make contact, stomach meeting the bed a bit harshly although it’s cushioned by the soft duvet.

“Daddy, please,” you whisper, the nickname coming easier to you now. You momentarily wonder if you’ll be lost to your subspace tonight. You almost hope you are. Would love for nothing more than to be consumed by him. In every way possible.

He ignores your plea as he walks toward the nightstand. Pretending to be oblivious to the way you squirm for him. “Been thinking about this all week, Bee. Thinking about bending you over every fucking surface in this apartment and taking you the way I want.”

You can’t help the shiver that travels along your spine.

“Even thought about fucking you nice and slow,” he continues, pulling open a drawer in order to rifle through its contents. “Wanted to take my time with you, baby. Wanted to feel every fucking flutter of that pretty pussy around my cock.”

You love hard and fast with Harry. But you love soft and sweet, too. Love when he wraps your legs around his hips and presses his mouth to yours. When he slows his rhythm so you can feel his cock drag through your walls before pushing back in.

“Wanted to take your tits in my mouth,” he adds, plucking the silk blindfold free before shoving the drawer shut. “Wanted to mark every inch of your skin so you’d see me when you fucked yourself. So you could press on every little bruise and remember how much Daddy loves you.”

If he keeps speaking to you like this, you’ll come right here, right now without so much as a touch.

“Now?” He slowly begins to walk back, soft tie running along his palm mockingly. “Now I get to fuck you from behind. Get to use you like my own little fuck-toy. Over and over and over. And you?”

His knee meets the mattress, holding him up while he dips closer to whisper, “You get to fucking take it.”

His legs move to straddle your hips while the scarf is brought over your head and hovered near your eyes.

“Har,” you whimper, jerking away from the object. “No, wanna see you. Please—”

“You do?” he coos, almost as if truly torn by your confession. “Well…isn’t that too fucking bad?”

This has to be the cruelest he’s ever been and while your heart is breaking at the thought of not being able to touch him or see him…you feel oddly thrilled.

Because your Harry is kind and sweet and attentive. And even now as he’s mocking you, his touch is gentle. Making sure to feel for any twitch of disapproval as he guides the fabric over your eyes.

Darkness fills your mind. Your world. Until all you know is the feel of his cock beneath his pants subtly grinding against your ass. And the feel of his hands as they secure the knot behind your head. The sound of his voice murmuring, “You okay, baby girl?”

Your answer is reflex: “Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckles in that sadistic way that makes the ache between your thighs triple tenfold before he’s maneuvering back off the bed.

“Interesting how you can behave when you want something,” he muses, and you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled. “How you’ll lay here and be my cock-dumb little duchess until I’m satisfied.”

You will. You’ll be anything he wants. Do anything he wants as long as he wants it.

“Oh, baby,” he suddenly hums, and you feel his palm sweep up the back of your leg. “Don’t tell me you like being called my stupid little slut.”

You aren’t sure when you developed a degradation kink, but it seems to be making itself none this evening, and you swallow a whine as he moves his touch higher.

“You do,” he decides, and you have a feeling you know why. He can see exactly how much your body enjoys it, a front row seat to your pitiful clenching through the sheer fabric of your lingerie. “Why’s that, Bee, hm? Liking knowing that you belong to me? That this weepy little pussy only cries for me? That I can ruin you any fucking time, any fucking day? And you’ll just have to take it?”

Your cheek meets the comforter as Harry begins to crawl toward you. You imagine this is mostly a rhetorical question and truth be told, you’re too wound up to find an actual response. 

The bare skin of his leg brushes teasingly against yours and sparks shatter down your spine as you mewl and attempt to scoot back.

But without your arms and your sight, it proves quite difficult, and Harry laughs at your fruitless attempt.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “We do this my way, yeah? On my fucking time. Since I had to wait all goddamn week just to get a taste. Had to wait for you. Watch you lick that pretty come from your fingers without ever saving some for me.”

The tip of his cock makes contact with your ass before he’s guiding it between your cheeks just to taunt you. 

“But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he continues, fingers wrapping around your hip to pull you up to your knees until your weight rests on your shoulders. “Wanted to get filled and fucked until you were crying. Wanted to beg for my forgiveness just to have me deny you.”

He’s going so slow, and it nearly wrecks you as you attempt to revel in his hand on your body. In anything he’ll give you.

You feel him pull your outfit to the side, creating the room he needs as you sigh and whisper, “Harry, please…”

“Harry, please what?” he murmurs. “D’you want my cock, honey, is that it?”

His voice is sex. Sweet, sinful sex that you could drown in and your eyes roll back into your head.

You love his name. Love that his name makes you think of him. His body, his touch, his heart. Love when he devotes himself to you. Promises that he belongs to you in the same way you do him.

“Speak,” he suddenly growls before you feel a slap to your outer thigh, just beside your arm. 

“Yes,” you whimper, face nuzzling into the bed as if to find any sort of relief. “Yes, Harry, please…”

“Uh-uh,” he warns again before his palm suddenly smacks down on your cunt to make you yelp. “Try again.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathe, finally satiating him.

“S’a good girl.” He teases you a bit more, circling the head of his cock around your opening while humming under his breath. “You know…I was really looking forward to tasting you, Bee. Was so fucking excited to get my tongue all over you, having you squirming—have you begging me to take you on my face.”

He nudges himself closer until your mouth drops open in a desolate cry. The pain from being so empty nearly kills you, nails curling into your palms as you struggle with the urge to reach for him.

“God, honey, I was really gonna take my time with you,” he murmurs, caressing your hip to accompany his disappointing remark. “Was gonna keep you here forever. Was gonna worship you, hold you, love you. Give you everything, baby girl. Was gonna take such good care of you, and now?”

He goes still, and the room fills with apprehension.

“Now I just have to take,” he whispers before thrusting forward, driving his cock inside with no hesitation.

The stretch, the burn, the fill is all you know. It floods every one of your senses, exactly the way he said when it was his turn.

He really is all you know, and this is the kind of euphoria that you could get high off of. This is the only thing that matters to you. Just him.

Him.

You feel his fingers weave through the roots of your hair as he begins working himself in at a rapidly increasing pace. He keeps you pressed to the mattress, little grunts of adoration slipping from his lips as he goes. 

“What’s the matter, hm?” he huffs, keeping a tight hold on your waist, his pace unforgiving. “Why you squirmin’, baby?”

You take in a needy gasp for air before panting, “S’good, Har. So good—”

He suddenly tugs on your wrist, twisting your arm a bit further behind your back as if to punish you. “No,” he seethes. “Thought I taught you better than that, hm? Thought you were gonna be good.”

Good? you think. Why weren’t you good?

The sudden snap of his hips to your ass makes this question a lot clearer as you garble over a cry and try again.

“Daddy,” you correct desolately. “It’s so good. So fucking good, Daddy, please—”

He makes a disapproving scoff before releasing your hand to take hold of your hip once more. “Fucking pathetic,” he sneers, and it sends chills straight to your cunt. “Ask you to do one fucking thing, Bee. And you can’t even do it, can you? Just have to fucking disobey me.”

The fingers in your hair move for your tit still kept snuggly within the confines of your outfit.

But that doesn’t stop him. He takes hold of your nipple and tweaks it between the rough, angry pads of his fingers. 

“Bet Tina would know better,” he continues, now kneading you in his palm. “Bet she’d be so fucking good for me. Take me so well. Call me by the correct name.”

The thought of his former crush makes your teeth grit, despite the way the coil in your stomach tightens. You don’t want to imagine how she’d behave for him. Don’t want to imagine her calling his name, or even a pet name, as he fucks into her. 

“She’d fucking take me the way she’s supposed to.” His knee kicks your leg further open. “Wouldn’t whine, wouldn’t complain. She’d be my good little fuck toy, wouldn’t she? She’d be everything you aren’t.”

One particularly determined thrust later, you’ve lost it. Coming around his cock with a moan so lewd, surely your neighbors think you’re watching porn.

He begins to slow, now holding you securely on his cock as he helps ride you through. And he’s quiet. Far too quiet and it makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into the darkness, burying your face into the comforter as if to hide. “M’sorry, Daddy. M’so sorry. Didn’t mean to, couldn’t help it. Tried to be good but it felt so nice—”

He pulls out, leaving you to whine rather dejectedly before you feel him grab onto your hips and turn you over onto your back. 

“S’that how you wanna play this, honey?” A bit of rustling follows as the bed dips and his touch grows cold. “Just wanna use my cock to get yourself off? Is that all this was to you?”

“No…no, no,” you attempt to argue, but it’s weak and fragile.

You feel him hoist you back up onto your knees before you’re being dragged closer.

“Think you did,” he muses, hands wrapping around the backs of your thighs to settle you onto his lap. “Greedy little goddess, aren’t you? Taking whatever you want? Without so much as asking first?”

 Everything is dark. Your mind is fuzzy. Your arms are sore, and your cunt is swollen and abused.

Yet hearing him speak to you keeps you grounded. Keeps you present. Tangled in the web of his dominance and infatuation as your pussy is rolled over his cock.

“Fine then,” he mumbles, and it’s sadistically amused. “You wanna use me? Then use me, Bee. Fucking use my cock to get yourself off. Ride me until your poor little legs give out, yeah? And then maybe I’ll let you come again.”

Without the use of your arms for balance, you feel a bit unsteady. Shaking slightly as one of his hands leaves your waist.

“Har,” you whisper quietly, subtly breaking the scene as if to look for assurance.

You feel him ghost through your arousal before he’s nudging himself back in, a bit gentler this time around.

Then, he takes hold of your body once more to keep you upright, thumbs stroking along your curves.

“You’re all right,” he says, keeping you both in the moment while simultaneously telling you everything you need to hear. “You’re gonna use me. Gonna be my good girl and make Daddy happy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you reply quickly. Automatically. Feeling safe in his strong touch.

With that, he begins rolling you forward, using his own strength to do most of the work.

Your heart races beneath your chest, skin sticky with sweat and sex as you drip down your thighs and onto his. You’re sensitive. Overwhelmed by the love and lust you have for the man you can’t even see. 

And he feels so good. Twitching inside of you, hard and heavy. You can feel everything. Every fucking inch of him and a shudder travels over you as he lifts you up and pulls you back down.

“That’s it,” he grits. “Just like that, Bee—shit. God, wish you could see yourself, honey. Wish you could see the way you take me. You fucking take me so well. Like you were always meant to, yeah? Like you were always supposed to take my cock. Have my babies, give me everything.”

You careen forward, gasping so loud, your throat begins to ache. You’ve never heard him speak this way before. You didn’t even know he had a breeding kink. And you didn’t realize you had one either, considering your rather long history with your own anatomy.

But now, as he dangles the idea in front of you, you can’t help but indulge in it. 

He hisses when he feels the way your body reacts to him, touch growing tighter as his thrusts become sloppy yet sharp.

“Oh, y’like that, don’t you, Bee?” He rolls you a bit faster. “Fucking like the idea of having my babies, don’t you? Want me to fill this cute, little belly with my kids, yeah? Get you nice and pregnant?”

Tears become caught in the blindfold, tongue going numb as the pleasure builds. As it races toward you like a runaway freight train.

“Who would’ve thought, hm?” he nearly growls, voice deep and thick with desire. “Really wanna play Mommy and Daddy, don’t you? Wanna see my come in this pretty pussy all goddamn day, yeah—”

The noise you make straddles the line between moan and wail, and your body slumps forward as the orgasm rips through every muscle.

He attempts to catch you, keep you steady and calm, but he’s close to his own. His rhythm is desperate and slightly uncoordinated. Rushed commands of, “Just like that. Come on, so fucking good, Bee. M’almost there. Good girl, good—”

It’s warm as it fills you. And even without being able to see, you know most of it is dripping from your cunt and down your legs. 

Suddenly, you feel an emptiness where his hand used to be. Skin growing cold as you’re left to miss his touch.

But then, there’s a flick to the knot behind your head, and your eyes are met with the world around you.

You’re allowed only a moment to adjust to the light before you feel a pair of lips pressing to yours.

Him.

The kiss back is quick and feverish. His tongue in your mouth, his fingers back on your hips, his curls tickling your face.

“So fucking good, baby,” he whispers frantically. “Fucking hell. Don’t think it’s ever felt like that before.”

“I know,” you agree quietly, voice a little hoarse. “Felt so good, Daddy.”

He smirks against your cheek before pulling back to get a good look at you. Then, his palm slides beneath your jaw to guide your eyes down. “Look, baby girl. Look at how good you look right now, dripping in my come.”

You whimper when you see the collection of liquid between your bodies, the memory of his promise still lingering in your mind. Even if it’s not physically possible for your body to give him what he wants, you enjoy knowing that he’s keeping it inside you. That he wants to see his come settle inside your pussy for as long as he can.

His thumb begins to dance across your cheekbone in soft, delicate strokes until your focus flicks back up to his face.

It’s so beautiful when it’s slightly sweaty, little curls sticking to his forehead, lips swollen and so very pink.

He’s everything.

“You doin’ okay, my love?” His question is gentle. As if cocooned by a cloud. “Know that was a little rougher than normal.”

You nod before nuzzling yourself into his hand, lashes fluttering shut. “So okay, Daddy.”

He grins again before his amusement seems to disappear into concern. “Baby…you know Daddy was just playing, yeah? Know that there’s nobody better than you.”

For a moment, you’re left to wonder what he means until her name rings through your mind:

Tina.

You nod again as he reaches for the locks around your wrist to flick them free, releasing your hands. 

And the moment you have your previous mobility, you fling your arms around his neck and bury yourself into his chest.

“I know, Daddy,” you whisper, reveling in the feel of his cheek against the crown of your head. “Know you love me.”

“I do,” he breathes, and it’s so sure. “Fucking love you, Bee. And I’m so proud of you. So proud to have you as my girl. My good fucking girl.”

Your smile is tired but your heart has never felt so full.

He holds you to him for hours. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you eventually fall asleep.

And throughout every dream, one constant:

Him.

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[once-in-a-blood-moon]

It's All About Intention

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: You ask Solomon's opinion on what color you should paint your nails, and learn something new along the way.

AN: This is dedicated to @nnnneeev for being such sweet friend to me. Love you!! 💜 Anyways, hope everyone enjoys! Mwah!

Warnings: None

The soft pads of socked feet march through Cocytus Hall in search of something – or someone. The ever perceptive sorcerer who lounges in the common room grins to himself, lazily licking the tip of his finger to help turn the page of the tome he’s reading. He knows you too well, and by the sound of your footsteps, you’ve got something on your mind.

“Hey, Solomon,” you say as you pass through the threshold, “I need your opinion on something.”

Just as he thought.

He marks his page before closing the book, focusing his attention on you as approach with a little box in your hands. He recognizes it as he’s seen that box in your room, yet the contents within are eluding him.

“I’d be happy to assist you in any way I can,” he says with a genuine smile. “What’s on your mind, my dear?”

You sit next to him on the couch with the box in your lap. With a soft sigh, you begin to explain your dilemma. “I can’t decide on what color to paint my nails...”

You peel the flap of the box back, opening it, as Solomon leans over and peeks inside to see many different bottles of nail polish in the ultimate ROYGBIV categorization. A soft whistle blows past his lips; he’s impressed by how pleasing it is to look at. He knew you painted your nails often, but it dawns on him just how many bottles you own. You’re like him with books, except for you, it’s nail polish.

“I’ve never realized you had quite the collection. I think you might give Asmo a run for his money.” he says with a chuckle.

Your eyebrows raise, obviously not believing that statement. With a quick shake of your head and a chuckle, you reply. “Oh, no. I don’t think anyone could beat him with his many shelves of high-end nail polish.”

Solomon hums. “You’re right,” he strokes his chin in thought, “you’re about two hundred bottles off.”

That earns him a light smack on the arm as you both laugh.

“Shut up.”

“If I shut up then I can’t give you my opinion, sweet apprentice of mine.” He’s got that shit-eating grin again, never missing an opportunity to tease you. It’s his favorite past-time.

You huff out in faux annoyance, even going so far as to roll your eyes. You’re lucky he finds you so cute when you do that, he thinks. Otherwise, he might’ve been offended.

“Fine, fine. Just tell me what you think.” You scoot the box further down, now resting it on your knee so he’s drawn to its focus once more.

Solomon’s eyes flick over each color with intensity. He’s really giving this some thought. “Well, is there anything you want to come out of this?”

Silence settles between you, and for a second he thinks you didn’t hear him. That is, until he glances up to see you with the most dumbfounded expression as you stare right back at him.

“Uh, yeah? My nails to be painted?”

It seems he wasn’t clear with his wording. Though he does get a hearty laugh out of your response. “No, no. That’s not what I meant. I mean...do you have something you want to manifest?”

Your expression stays the same, the only change is a few hard and confused blinks. “What does this have to do with painting my nails?”

“Well, everything really. Painting your nails using a certain color can attract that which you seek. I’ve taught you that using different colored candles in spells can aid in what you bring in, right? So, the same thing applies here.”

Solomon can see the wheels turning in your head now. He thinks this is a good lesson to be taught – that magic requires innovation and that magic is in everything.

“Really?” you ask.

“Really. So, if you wanted to strengthen your intuition, you might use a shade of blue. If you wanted to boost your creativity, you could use yellow,” he pauses before a grin curls on his lips again, “and you could use pink to attract love.” His eyebrows wiggle in a suggestive way, making you laugh a little.

“Okay, okay. I think I get it. Though I didn’t realize that I could incorporate magic into painting my nails.” He watches you look over your precious box with a certain glint in your eyes. He loves that look, that giddy sparkle when you learn something new. You’re too precious for your own good.

“My adorable apprentice, magic is in everything. All you have to do is show up with intention.”

“Intention,” you nod as you remember him saying that during one of your first lessons. “It’s all about intention, yes, I remember.”

Solomon chuckles. “Good.” He digs into the box, pulling out a little bottle filled with a deep indigo. “How about painting them indigo...to remind yourself you are capable of anything you put your mind to, especially within the realm of magic. You are more than capable of becoming a wonderful sorcerer someday.”

To your surprise, he leans over and places a soft kiss on your cheek before adding, “I am so proud of you.”

His eyes soften as he watches your cheeks heat up with one word coming to mind; precious.

“So, is there any chance I could get you to paint my nails while you’re at it?”

You clear your throat as you try to choke the fluster down. “Sure, but it’ll cost you.” you grin as you tease him back.

“You’ve been spending way too much time with Mammon, he’s rubbing off on you in the worst way.” Solomon rolls his eyes, chuckling again.

“I’m kidding!” you snicker. “Anyways, what color were you thinking for yourself?”

He pretends to think as he eyes a certain color in the box. “Hm, how about pink? I have something I want more of…” he wiggles his brows again, smirking widely, “your love.”

[sadembryhours]

can please you write about an autistic readerx Peter Parker or Gilbert Blythe? (if you could do romantic that’s would be nice but you do whatever you want✨) I think they would be PERFECT for this!!! Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

burning candles! ♥︎ tasm!peter parker

synopsis : autistic!reader waits for peter to find someone better. [that time never comes]

cw ; comfort , not all autistic people are the same, this is just how it is for me! , lowercase intended , [name] used in place of y/n

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there’s a puzzle in front of you, half-done as the steaming mug beside you warms the air. there are headphones on your ears, playing the video you’d been thinking about all day.

placing the last blue-colored piece, you take a small break to stretch your limbs. after looking at the full size picture, you decide yellow will be the chosen color next. you blink, eyes tired and back aching but your mind refusing to let you rest until the puzzle is done.

a small, hesitant tap hits your left shoulder. you jump slightly, head turning slowly to see beat up converse falling off of mismatched socks. you sigh, “hi, peter.”

“hey, lovey.” he smiles — you can’t see it with your back to him, but you can hear the grin he holds. a soft brush to your back before he sits on the chair behind you. “wanna join me up here for a bit?”

you do, placing your headphones on the table and grabbing your drink. you allow peter to grab you, maneuvering your body until you’re sideways on his lap. he sighs happily, “missed you today.”

you smile, eyes still on your favorite mug. “missed you, too. your cologne smells nice.”

“it’s new!” peter grins again. his nose hits your temple, lips popping onto your cheekbone, trailing down to your cheek slowly. “glad you like it. thought you would.”

the room grows quiet as peter scrolls through his phone, his left hand rubbing your back. you take a peek at his feed, dimming a bit at how fun it looked. pool parties ; clubbing ; long drives that lead to a road trip — you felt like you made him miss out on it all.

“will you get bored of me?”

peter pauses, his thumb hovering over his phone. you stiffen, nails grinding against the ceramic in your hands. “why would you ask that?”

you shrug and try to divert him — try to change the subject. it’s too late, though, as peter sets his phone down and focuses on you. “[name]. why would i get bored of you?”

“im not very fun,” you admit. you glance at him fleetingly, seeing how sincere and warm his eyes were. “i stay in and do boring things like puzzles. you might want to do more and i won’t let you.”

“you don’t force me here against my will.” peter’s tone is aghast — offended almost as he speaks. his hold tightens momentarily as he scoots you closer. “i like watching you do things you enjoy. even if you think they’re boring.”

your gaze falls again as you adjust his phone to sit the way you want it to. your fingers curl at the habit, pulling your hand away from it slowly. “even when i do things like that?”

“yeah,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “it makes you feel better. that’s all i care about — your comfort.”

your eyebrows furrow, nose scrunching. “that’s weird. you should care for yourself more.”

peter laughs again, his nose poking your temple as he kisses the side of your ear. “that’s what you’re for, hm?”

——♥︎——

you didn’t specify which peter this was for, so i hope this is okay ♥︎ thank you for your request!!

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[x-liv25-jamieswife]

I know you made jamie as a boy dad hcs but can you please please make jamie as a girl dad hcs too? (Cuz, unpopular opinion, i think he'd make a killer girl dad)

of course! i've always head canoned he has a daughter and a son bc i don't get boy dad vibes or girl dad vibes like for nash (girl dad vibes obvously). hope you like them <3.

they are both obsessed with food and love trying new things out. they would go visit all of these exotic food places just to try new things out together. they also aren't afraid to try new things at restaurants, etc.

they'd go to the pet shelter together to see animals bc avery doesn't want them to get a pet (she knows they're too irresponsible)

she wouldn't want to spend a second away from her father. she would hang onto his leg really tight whenever he was planning on going out so that he'd bring her with him. he'd always be walking around with his daughter hanging onto him.

he'd try to get along (and he'd succeed) with all of her friends and partners (i hc his daughter is bi).

when she was like five and would get mad at her father, she would ask him to crouch so that she could smack him in the back of his head with her tiny hands and then she'd walk away harrumphing.

we know jameson absolutely loves rock climbing, and i hc that she would learn how to so that rock climbing could become their father-daughter bonding activity.

she would love getting her nails painted and would get jamie to do it bc he was better than avery.

speaking of getting your nails painted, she'd never ask him to, but he'd always paint his nails the same color as his daughter so that they'd match.

she hates it when people read her bedtime stories because she prefers having her dad tell her about his crazy adventures. according to her, bedtime stories are boring.

they are suckers for movies and tv shows, especially shows like game of thrones and the witcher. they make a huge thing out of it. every week on fridays and/or saturdays, they binge watch things on tv with the biggest assortment of candy and popcorn you've ever seen.

his daughter would end up having avery's hair and facial structure (brown and wavy with natural highlights), but would have jameson's eyes.

she'd be really interested in photography (her interest in it came from grayson) and would ask jameson to ask grayson to teach her bc she was too scared (gray was surprised to hear she was scared to ask him, and made sure she knew that he would do anything for his nieces and nephews) (oh and he'd say yes)

i can also imagine her being really into robotics. she'd constantly be asking jameson to hold things still for her or hold two pieces together. she'd be ordering him around like a puppy.

her first word was game or puzzle bc jameson is always saying it

they'd constantly be making pillow forts. they'd go all out. take whatever you're imagining in your head (if you're imagining anything) and make it 1491030 bigger because they would 100% try to beat the guinness world record for biggest pillow fort.

whenever she had a presentation or project on her idol, she'd most of the time pick her dad. he has always been and will always be her hero.

jameson would have an obsession with running his hands through her hair. she'd have to softest hair you could ever imagine. he'd have so much fun buying tons of little bows for her.

jameson would have a pinterest board for all of the outfit ideas he has for her.

jameson wouldn't play games like peek a boo with his daughter, he'd invent his own, more interesting games (idk what they would be) because he doesn't want to be an ordinary dad. also, i hc she wouldn't even like peek a boo

she'd hate going to school as a kid bc she'd be really shy. jameson would kiss her hand everyday before school and tell her that all of his courage was in that kiss, and that she was now even more invincible than before.

he'd be the type of dad who doesn't give a fuck if his daughter were to ask him to buy pads for her or smth. he wouldn't be embarrassed, he'd just head to the store and get her some.

i mentioned that she'd be really into robotics. when she was younger, she'd ask xander to help her make little gifts for her dad (not just for his birthday but also on random occasions simply bc she wanted him to know he was appreciated).

whenever she'd cry as a baby, no one would be able to comfort her and get her stop other than jameson. people thought he had magical baby hands or smth bc no matter what anyone else did, she never stopped.

she'd would refuse going to the doctors unless her father was there. she said it was because he was her source of courage and comfort, and that without him she wouldn't be able to do it. jameson would assure her that she'd be able to do it alone, and at some point (when she was like 10), she demanded to be alone in the doctors office cause she realized she was a girl boss and didn't need a man.

whenever she'd have trouble falling asleep, she'd get jamie to sing her a lullaby. she found his voice reassuring.

speaking of having trouble going to sleep, if jamie's singing didn't work, sleeping cuddled up in his arms always did. she used to say that his arms protected her for all of the bad things in the world, and, that, as long as she had him by his side, she'd be fine.

they'd buy matching sunglasses bc they were convinced it made them look cool.

he'd be the type of dad who hates keeping secrets. he would tell her everything (even if she didn't understand) bc he also hates it when people keep secrets from him and he isn't a hypocrite.

he'd most definitely be the type of dad to sit down for hours with his daughter helping her with her hmk. she hates being alone, and he knows this so he makes sure she has company as often as possible

he'd also be the type of dad to know the name of each and everyone of her friends, teachers, enemies. he'd gossip with her and talk shit about the people she hates.

that's it! hope you enjoyed these <3.

[incandescentwarmth]

Anon request: can you write something about remus painting sirius's nails

a/n: I love this idea sm anon, I just know Remus continues to do it a new color every week!

wc 379

Sirius was sitting on the edge of his bed biting his nails and shaking his leg. Something was definitely bothering him and had been for most of the day. James tried his best to make him talk but it was to no luck and eventually, he had to leave for Quidditch practice. Peter left shortly after, once Sirius’s pacing around the room began, getting frustrated with the ball of energy bouncing around the dorm. 

Remus stayed in his bed reading a book, or trying to at least. He couldn’t stop himself from taking peeks at Sirius, worried about what was going on. Remus knew that if even James couldn’t get him to open up he wouldn’t be getting anything out of his friend. So he stayed there, hopelessly distracted, doing his best to make sure Sirius didn’t break anything. 

Sirius stood up and went back to his pacing, continuing to chew on his nails and Remus had to admit he agreed a little bit with Peter on how annoying it was. “Sirius, come here.” He spoke, putting his book down and tucking his legs under him. Sirius just stared at him and Remus let him, let him choose for himself to listen.  Eventually, he did and crawled onto the foot of Remus’s bed, sitting with his legs crossed.

Remus looked into his eyes hoping to see something hidden behind them and when he couldn’t, he said, “Wait here one minute.” Remus stood, leaving Sirius where he was, and ducked out of the room only to quickly return, finding that Sirius hadn’t moved at all.

“Give me your hands.” Sirius gave him a questioning look but did so anyway. 

Remus opened his hand to reveal the bottle of nail varnish he must have borrowed from the girls. He opened the bottle and went across each finger, painting a light coat on each nail. Sirius didn’t say anything, simply watching Remus work. 

It was after he finished the second coat on his first hand that Remus broke the silence. “You don’t have to talk to me about it but stop biting your nails.”

So Sirius didn’t talk. Later that night, he would crawl into James’s bed and close the curtains but until then, Sirius wouldn’t dare to chew on his nails. 

~~~

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[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: Two years. You never drive far anymore, you don’t linger outside of your new city limits. Because how can you drive into the desolate life you once had? Then again, Hawkins and its story book tragedies have a way of bringing you back for more. A mangled marriage, an abandoned two story, and a loved one in turmoil, it finally brings you back home.

Parings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, shitloads of angst, mentions of major health trauma (it’s heart related, so be warned before reading, as I don’t want to trigger anyone), that angsty angst, but with a happy ending, & obvious smut/nsfw content that will appear later in the story!

A/N: Sneak peek/teaser into my new series, and the first one I’m publishing for this fandom — That House In Indiana (inspired by Ethel Cain’s ‘A House In Nebraska’. Lyrics below that I obviously don’t own) There will be a happy ending, so don’t worry! I’ve also drawn off myself for the situation with Wayne, based off what happened to my own dad. It’s pretty rough, but Wayne will be okay — I promise! He has a health crisis in this that might trigger some people, so please DON’T read if you know it’ll upset you! And let me know what y’all think if you do read, please and thank you? ❤️💘❤️💘

February 1st, 1990

~*~

Labored breaths and bed sores, sing it to me all day long

When the aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song

You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl

We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world

Then the day came and you were up and gone

And I still call home that house in Nebraska

Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor

Where the world was empty, save you and I

Where you came and I laughed, and you left and I cried

Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours

~*~

Shaking hands with chipped polish of a once fresh manicure, now worried down from alternating chewed grinds between chattering teeth and trembling lips, stained with overflowing salt — switch to a tight grip around a faded leather steering wheel, the cracking leather mingling with that of rustling denim. Scattered neon pink chips spray nail beds, making you twitch with the need to placate that urgency in your guts that pummels the muscles, seizing those in your eyes to force you to glance at where the gold band used to sit, used to distract you so perfectly. You were sure that you’d gotten over that. Funny what delusions the mind can bank on to get you through destruction and pain. You sniffle upon a jagged exhale, breath coming out choppy and overused.

Your body feels stuck to the seats, melted into a frozen statue. You really don’t want to be you, to think. Hell, your thoughts border on everything they shouldn’t, all the what-ifs, the blames, past tragedies, and your wishes that if this was the end result — maybe it would’ve been better if you died that night in the Spring of 1986. Long drives that aren’t in line with the simplicity of five minutes, you’d avoided for the last two years. Four hours from your one bedroom townhouse in Illinois to a hotel room in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana — you’re a prisoner to your psyche.

You’ll see your crumbling dream in the form of white plaster, broken wood planks, and rotten rose bushes, frosted across shattered glass windows — ones you had stewed over for days on what color would look the best for curb appeal, and a large for sale sign in the front yard that was once littered with the cars of friends and loved ones. That very same home, the one you had shaped with your partner, that curly haired, doe eyed boy that you first met when he gave you money to pay for the groceries you couldn’t quite afford when you were fifteen, unbeknownst to you that it was his last five dollars, but he gave it to you because he knew you needed it more. He’d be fine as long as you were. You don’t have to try to embrace every whisper his hands had gifted your skin with. Your walls are gone, body ripped open and bare for the entire town you’d left behind two years ago.

The scenery is starting to fill in, barren trees near bloom. Maybe an early Spring, you can’t be sure? Your tires click against wet asphalt when you turn, splashing water on the chrome body of your car as you head into the embankment of treetops that glow, entwined into an arch that blankets the road in charcoal shadows. You manage to raise your hand to hit your windshield wipers, crystal clearing in a thick smear. Your sclera, however, floods over, lashes sticking to raw under eyes, puffy and exerted. You swallow harshly around a raw and wet throat, foot accelerating the gas pedal. You have to get there.

You haven’t slept since you heard his voice, your ears floating into a familiar peak, a swell of overwhelming longing stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs, trapping your diaphragm beneath whimpers not cried. You knew right away that something wasn’t okay. He called for the first time in years, he was in the place of his uncle, your confusion palpable as you hadn’t expected the youth for the familiarity of your weekly calls with his own family. You could hear his deep voice, raspy and shrouded in painful storms unmatched. Your body was like a dead weight, fingers struggling to hold onto the receiver, tone a mere whisper, one that felt like broken glass being dragged out through your windpipes.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

“He… I, Y/N—“ Like a plea that was too silent to fully find its vessel, his voice became caked with an ocean of tears, thick like the swamps of isolating despair.

You’d almost resorted to begging, but you had known, even then, Eddie always took his own path to processing grief. Resisting an instinctual soothe towards him was like rejecting the air that earth offered you.

Your fingers prickled in an uncomfortable heat, numb and dulled, tongue heavy and choking you. The same as that night you awaited to hear whatever horror Hawkins had dropped into your lives once more.

“It’s Wayne.” There was an eerie quietness as Eddie had caught up with himself and moved forward enough to inform you. You couldn’t have stopped the gasping cry that left your mouth if you’d taped it shut.

He’d wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and take you into his arms, needing to remember what the heartbeat of another human felt like, more specifically — his human. But you weren’t, you hadn’t been, and he wasn’t calling you to tell you that. You loved his uncle like a father. Having to break this news, to lay a layer of pavement over your spirit and let it dry, driving over it to forget, Eddie guiding your heart into another turmoil — it made him want to attempt to dislocate his own jaw.

“What about Wayne? Please tell me what’s going on?” You lost every piece you’d mangled together, helpless to their violent disappearance.

Eddie had trembled as he sighed, shaky and worn. “He had a heart attack a few hours ago.”

Your organ had begun to lose traction, beating sporadically that you were sure some of your bones had been reduced to ash beneath the forceful erratic rhythm. Leaving behind everything but your shoes, coat, keys, and purse, you were already at your front door, phone cord stretching with you. “I’m coming home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yeah. Kay. I’ll be here.” Eddie sounded lost, that light he’d accumulated in his lifetime, part of it was dimming. He couldn’t lose the one person that had been with him his whole life. You were already gone. This would devour him whole.

You sit up straight in your seat, the action causing your back to crack. You take a few deep breaths, engrossed in the glossy branches in your sky view, thunder roaring in the distance, your vehicle approaching the clearing and ready to hit that final road that will take you home.

~*~

[marlynnofmany]

Double Duty

It’s a rare day when I have to squint at the sight of a house, but this one was shiny. A giant ball woven out of the brightest metal wires I’d seen in a while, all gold and copper in complex patterns. It made my head hurt to look at. Probably imitation metals, because surely that would be impractical and expensive to use actual gold. But what did I know? Not my species.

I squinted as I walked up with the package, wondering if that was rude of me. My little human eyes probably always looked like I was squinting though, compared to the big bug eyes of the Mesmer who lived there.

And the one walking beside me. Zhee was nodding quietly to himself while he took in the sight, with his vibrant purple praying-mantis exoskeleton looking right at home. If I hadn’t known that one of his people lived here, somehow I feel like I would have guessed. It was flashy in the extreme.

And so was the walkway, a glittering stripe of vivid red that curved through a garden full of alien flowers that probably didn’t bite. I didn’t like the looks of the local butterfly analogues, though; they had stingers I could see from here. I was glad they were keeping their distance.

Zhee reached the door first — a solid slab of bronze with an inlaid galaxy of gemstones, naturally — and he found the doorbell while I ducked under another butterfly. The chime was a brief melody from an instrument I couldn’t identify. It sounded like a violin invented by people whose earliest music was made by rubbing their legs together.

The door pulled inward and slid to the side, showcasing the homeowner who must have been waiting right there for us. Up close, the side of the house had window space visible between the weave, ideal for peeking out but not being seen until you were ready for your close-up.

“Good greetings!” announced the Mesmer woman who towered over both of us, a spectacle of metallic rose-gold coloring. Surely that couldn’t be natural. I’d never seen a Mesmer yet with metal tones; this had to be like full-body nail polish. But I sure as heck wasn’t about to say a peep about it now. I’d ask Zhee later.

“Greetings,” Zhee returned, urging me forward. “Your package.”

I handed it over, wondering if I’d get to see how the thing opened. It was one of the plastic puzzle box dealies that had been a popular way to ship valuables lately. There was one button on top and no visible seams.

Even with that thought, I was surprised when she grabbed it with her pincher arms, kicked a side table into view with one leg, then set it down and tapped out a rhythm on the button. The box split open to dramatically reveal the custom stained-glass lamp that we’d delivered in perfect condition, thankyouverymuch.

“Exquisite,” she said, holding it up to let the light shine through all the aquas and teals. “Just what the blue room needs.” She looked at us. “I have one of each color, you know.”

Zhee nodded like that was normal and admirable. “Excellent.” He held out the electronic payment pad without being so gauche as to mention it out loud, and the customer chattered away about her house as she set down the lamp and paid.

“…The yellow room was the biggest hassle, of course, but I’m most pleased with the rainbow room. I have art, rare plants and a few select exotic animals in there. Those have been a different type of challenge, especially the new one.”

That caught my attention. As I was wondering how best to ask what kind of animals she kept, Zhee beat me to it.

“Animals, you say?” He gestured theatrically toward me. “Robin is an expert in animal care, if you need a consult.”

I turned my head to stare at him with my best what-did-you-just-volunteer-me-for expression, which he could certainly see, given those eyes’ range of vision. He didn’t react.

“I would appreciate a look, now that you mention it,” the large alien said. “My prize oil-slick tentacle has stopped eating, and has begun shaking in a strange way when I get near.”

Zhee immediately haggled for a consultation fee while I wracked my brain for any knowledge of this alien whatsit. I was going to have words with Zhee afterward.

But apparently I was going to look at this thing first. The customer agreed to the price, payable afterward, and led us both into the house. It was just as multicolored as expected. Like each room had been given to a different child to design, with the instructions to use as many expensive jewel tones as possible.

The rainbow room was actually a relief, surprisingly enough. There were darker accents to make the furniture and murals stand out. And the various terrariums were clear glass. I looked between feathers and shells and flowers for anything that could be described as a tentacle.

“It’s over here,” she said, leading me toward a glass case under a spotlight. “I haven’t had it very long, but it was eating before, and I just don’t know why. The medi-scanner says it’s not ill. Perhaps I need a new scanner. What do you think?”

Feeling like the spotlight was aimed directly at me, I stepped up for a look at the thing curled up in the corner. It was, as expected, iridescent like an oil slick. But those scales were familiar.

I moved around it to get a look at the head, then smiled and stood up straight. “That’s a sunbeam snake! My favorite kind!”

“Okay, but what’s wrong with it?” the alien woman asked. “When I give it food, it hisses at me and shudders!” She waggled a pincher arm in imitation.

“It’s trying to scare you away,” I said. “They shake their tails like rattlesnakes do, though they don’t have rattles or venom.”

“Well, I don’t know about all that,” she said with a huff. “Why is it doing that? I’ve been more than kind to it!”

“I’m afraid you’ve given it nowhere to hide,” I explained gently, spreading my hands at the tank with a black floor and only a small water dish in the center. Little blobs of meat littered the area. Images of plants had been painted into the corners, but that did less than nothing to help a burrowing animal. “This type of snake needs several inches of plant life or loose soil to dig into. For one this size, I’d say at least this deep.” I held my hands six inches apart.

“It digs?” the customer asked. “They didn’t tell me that!”

“It spends most of its time hidden,” I said. “Or at least, it’s meant to. This one is extremely stressed by being out in the open like this.”

I was a little worried how she’d take the news, given that this was her prize specimen with all the lights aimed to showcase its rainbow scales. But to her credit, she listened while I suggested framing a good photo of the snake outside the tank, then only watching it during mealtime. Any visiting friends could be told how exotic and special the animal was, and how lucky they would be to even catch a glimpse of it.

“Yes,” she said, clearly thinking. “Yes, I can work with that. I’ll arrange for the adjustments to the enclosure. You said this much ground cover?” She held her pincher arms apart.

“Right, at least that much,” I agreed. “Ideally you’ll also want to bury a few things for enrichment, like rocks and bark and sections of tubing, and have a couple of those on the surface for it to hide under when it comes up for food.”

We ended up going into a different room where she could take notes, which did more to put me at ease about the snake’s future care. I waved at it as I left, wishing it well. I’d always liked sunbeams. Good thing I remembered the specifics of their care needs.

“You’ll also want a bigger water dish, so it can slither through it,” I said. “And the tank should be both warm and very humid…”

The customer took lots of notes while Zhee alternated between standing there looking smug and casting an appraising eye at the room’s gaudy features. This was the purple room, and he blended right in.

Finally we’d covered all the important points. Zhee tactfully brought out the payment pad again, then we strolled back to the front door.

“I will recommend your service to all of my friends,” the customer said as she closed up the lamp case. “Quality parcel delivery, with bonus animal care! That is hard to beat.”

“My pleasure,” I said honestly.

Zhee thanked her as well, and we exited into the garden. Zhee was still looking smug as the door closed behind us. “I am very glad I spoke up.”

I shook my head with a rueful smile. “I’m glad it was an animal I’m actually familiar with, not some independently crawling tentacle.”

“Those do exist, you know.”

I let out a deep sigh. “Of course they do. Guess I’d better do some research in case she does tell all her friends.”

Zhee strode forward with pride. “It will be good business! Captain Sunlight will be pleased.”

“It’ll be interesting, that’s for sure.” I thought of the crewmates who had tentacles of their own. “Mur will probably think it’s funny.”

“Oh, he’ll think it’s terrifying. The mobile tentacles are from his planet; they’re a venomous parasite.”

“Of course they are. Remind me to bring gloves on our next delivery, just in case.”

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

[sarahs-secrets2]

Colors (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

slay I don't really have much to say but I hope everyone is doing well :) I gave this the same vibe as cologne kinda

Loosely based on Colors by Halsey

gn! fem biased (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 776

Warnings: allusions to sex, some nsfw at beg, a bit OOC, fluff, more domestic stuff, pre-established relationship

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You fell backward into the bed as the Commander crawled on top of you, slipping your jeans off. The sunset saturated the room with reds and oranges coating the covers and walls surrounding you. The kisses from Graves felt hot, and passionate, reflecting the light that was coming through. Phillip had now ended up underneath you, straddling him as you tugged the white undershirt off him. Through the window, the sun was setting as the colors flooding the room began to change. 

Phillip kissed your neck as he pulled off of you, and laid down in the bed next to you. Your skin was sticky with a thin layer of sweat as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer to his bare chest. He placed small kisses along your forehead as he dragged his nails lightly up and down your arm. 

The sun was long gone, just setting over the horizon, leaving the sky a pale blue with strokes of lilac woven through. The blinds to the window had yet to be closed, the two of you had become too comfortable in the bed to even bother with getting up. The lack of sun had distorted the true colors of the room, everything was blue. 

You glanced over at Graves, his eyes were closed as he continued to trace your arm. Phillip Graves rarely let his guard down, taking advantage of the moment you took in the features of the man next to you. His eyes lightly fluttered as you adjusted in the bed to get a better view. The once gelled hair had become tousled and messy, it now looked gray in the light, your hand raised to brush your fingers through it 

“Mhmm”, Phillip groaned as you combed through his hair with your nails, “Feels good”, he mumbled as he inched closer to you, eyes still closed. You sat up slightly, propping yourself up with your elbow as Phillip had become the little spoon. 

Looking out the window you saw the sky now changing to a midnight blue, the moon peeking through the clouds, letting little light into the room. Dark shadows now floated throughout the room from the trees outside. Graves had now opened his eyes, looking over at you, giving a smile. He grabbed the hand that was combing through his hair, pulling it down towards his lips. You could feel him whispering into your palm and ending it with a small kiss. 

“Whaddya say we go sit on the porch?”Phillip was now sitting up next to you with a smirk on his face.

“It’s late Phil”, you groaned, laying back down in the bed, pulling the sheets up to hide.

“C’mon darlin’ we aren't getting any younger”, he laughed. Graves swung his feet off the bed, kicking at the floor before he picked up his blue jeans. He quickly slipped them on and grabbed his white undershirt from before off the floor as well. Instead of putting it on, he tossed it over to you, signaling with his finger for you to put it on.

Phillip slightly yanked the covers off you as you slipped the shirt on, causing you to let out a gasp at the cold air, shooting a frown in his direction at your new discomfort.

“Save it please,” he chuckled as he bent down, scooping you up off the bed and carrying you bridal style towards the porch. 

“Phil, put me down, please”, you giggled as you batted at his chest. He finally agreed as he set you down right at the door leading to the porch, motioning with his hand for you to head outside. As you opened the door a cool breeze hit your legs, reminding you how late it probably was. Your arms wrapped around yourself in attempts to keep warm. Phillip had made his way to the porch swing without you noticing. 

“C’mere”, his arms were extended, inviting you in. Once you got close enough he grabbed your waist pulling you down to sit on his lap. Using his feet, Phillip lightly pushed the swing back and forth as the pair of you sat looking at the night sky, listening to the crickets and the occasional owl. 

“I ever tell ya how good you look in my shirt?”, Graves kissed the back of your neck as he whispered into your ear. 

“Once or twice,” you turned your head slightly to see him, “but I never get tired of hearing it”, you leaned in, giving him a light kiss before turning back around to take in the dark blue night sky allowing yourself to be covered by the colors surrounding you. 

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lowkey not really like the song but more the idea of colors ig?? idk just a fun concept I was playing with, also not proofread loll

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 9

Pairing: Han x gn!reader Prompt: Oral Fixation WC: 1.8k Summary: Nervous habits are hard to break. In an effort to retrain yourself from a nasty nail biting habit you’ve started busying your mouth with other things. This has not gone unnoticed by your flatmate Han. Not even a little.  TW/CW: switches(both), weight mention (reader non-seriously worrying about weight), deepthroating, swallowing, oral (m! receiving), pet name(babe)

idk really what to tag here please if you need something specifically tagged literally ever just drop an ask anon or not and let me know, no questions from me needed. i’m tagging based on my own experience but several of my friends have fairly specific tw so i totally get it.

It started with lollipops. You were trying to keep yourself from biting your nails so to keep your mouth busy you bought an economy size bag of dum-dums. Han could barely handle those. Tongue twirling and flicking the hard candy frenetically. Cheek bulging as you tucked one casually in front of your teeth. Granted, he couldn’t look at you when you were deeply focused, working the lollipop between your tongue and the roof of your mouth sucking down the melted flavored sugar without a thought. At least the lollipops were small.

In the summer it was popsicles. There were two varieties you’d suck on, the natural and the novelty. Natural fruit popsicles were larger and wider, stretching your lips and cheeks to the extreme. They’d melt quickly and were hard to fit the whole in your mouth so you’d often work the sides as well as what you could fit of the tip, chasing the juice as it would trickle down and over your fingers, leaving a sticky trail to clean up after. Han knew your technique, keeping the sides perfectly balanced until the end so the icy treat wouldn’t slip off the stick. The novelty was classic rocket pop. Not a natural flavoring in any of the three bands of color. Perfectly tapered tip with a nice cylindrical shape. Easy to fit between your lips, no tugging or stretching. Even easier to catch the drips by simply sliding a little further down the shaft of the popsicle, no need to ever let it fall from your lips. By august you’d gotten your rhythm down, circle the end twice with your tongue, suck a little farther down, and back off to the tip, repeat.

Han memorized that rhythm. He could freestyle over it if he had to. Your oral fixation was his guilty pleasure. How many times had he pressed his dick back down in his pants, longing to replace your snacks with himself? Sometimes he could swear you were doing it just for him. Looking at him out of the corner of your eye as you took just a little too much of the popsicle in your mouth with a moan.

“I think I’m getting fat,” you groaned, pulling the popsicle from your mouth with a pop. “So? Then get fat.” Han didn’t dare look up from the manga he was intently staring at. You groan again dramatically. “What do you want me to say? I don’t care if you gain weight. Doesn’t mean shit to me.” You lean over the arm of the sofa and bat your eyelashes. “Tell me I'll still be hot even if I’m fat.” Han peeks over his manga, you're just barely sucking the tip of your popsicle, upper lip teasing the top of it coquettishly. “Doesn’t matter what your weight is, you’re stupid either way,” he grumbles and shoves his nose back into the book. “Ugh. Rude.” You scoff, continuing to observe him, slowly and pointedly licking your popsicle.

Han itches the back of his neck, trying to refocus. Every little errant twitch and prick he imagines on his skin has him twisting awkwardly into a new position to try to get comfortable. But he couldn’t. Not with you there looking at him, sucking like that. Tapping his big toe anxiously he locks eyes with you again. “Is there something else you need or…?” There’s an edge to his voice, lips sealed tightly. The tapping migrates to his whole foot, bouncing at the ankle. “I dunno,” you sigh. “I’m just bored. And you won’t tell me I’m hot so now I’m a little sad.” “You’re hot okay?” Han tries to avert his eyes, looking at you feels like staring into the sun. Red melty sugar drips down over your fingers, catching and pooling on your chest. He blinks, unable to comprehend what he’s seeing. You’ve broken your usual tempo but you seem unbothered. Han feels insane for noticing, he wants to ask why but it would be weird.

“Hmph,” you pout, slurping loudly around the icy treat. “You can’t even look at me.” Han lifts his manga up, head still stuck between the pages, “uh, yeah. I’m busy.” His whole leg bounces of its own accord. Sluuuurrrrp. His head jerks to the side, pants suddenly uncomfortably tight. Pressing the fabric at his leg he tries to shift himself tactfully. You grin. Sluuuuurrrp. He huffs, eyes boring into the pages. A man on a mission. Unflappable. Stalwart. Sluuuuuurrrp. “Mmmmmhm, oh my god, it’s so drippy!” Your cherry red tongue wraps around the shaft deliciously savoring each running droplet. “Can you do that elsewhere?” Han finally cracks, closing the manga and pinching his forehead, still hiding his eyes from you. Only the ring of blue left you feverishly work the popsicle in and out of your lips, removing the remainder with a pop. “I’m sorry I’ve just been really anxious I guess. I just need to keep my mouth busy,” you whine. “I’m out of popsicles though…” trailing off you stare at him pointedly. “Could you help me with that?”

The book drops to the floor. Hans hand gripping his knee tight. He pauses, blinking. “I’m…sorry? What? I-how?” You cannot possibly mean what he thinks you mean. Now he really feels like he’s hearing things. It must be the lack of blood flowing to his brain; there is just no way you were asking him that. “I need something to keep my mouth busy. Preferably low calorie. Ideally with some protein.” Han tries to keep his breathing steady and slow. He tries his best not to let his mind follow the path you are so clearly trying to lead him down. “Can you just spit it out please?” “For you babe, I’d swallow.” You giggle.

If this were a manga or anime Han’s nose would be shooting blood, head flung back from the force. Instead he leans back, legs spread wide on the couch, inhaling deeply. “You cannot be serious.” “I can be if you want me to.” He finally looks at you to size you up. One eyebrow cocked, you smile slightly, tongue poking the inside of your cheek. “Hannie, I’ve seen the way you watch me. I might act dumb but I'm not stupid. I see how you scurry away to jack off in your room. The walls aren’t that thick. Now, can you help my little…situation…or not?” You rest your hand on his knee, leaning over him suggestively. His mouth hangs open, the lump in his pants twitches. “You want to suck me off?” All your bravado drains from your body. Hearing it from his mouth so bluntly. “Err…yeah I thought that was obvious. Yeah, if you want me to.”

Han’s hand finds its way to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, sticky and tart. Still a little cool, the friction quickly warms your lips, your tongue still tasting faintly of blue raspberry and lime. The blue dye still fresh leaves a faint tinge of purple behind on his lips which he licks from the lower. Eyes locked, neck still cradled in his palm, you slowly lower to your knees tucked between his thighs. “Put your head right here babe,” he pats the crux of his inner thigh. Laying your head down he rakes his hand through your hair, other hand busy undoing his pants. He never lets your face leave his sight, tugging his swollen dick out over the top of his waistband and giving it a few pumps. The thickness makes your mouth water and stomach flip, tapered nicely to an angry red tip. Smiling, you hang your tongue out loose and wide as he rubs the underside across your cheek and chin. “Fuck, you think it’ll fit?” He drags himself over your lips, spit bubbling and coating him. “I’ve been practicing.” Han beams, “the popsicles?” “Mhm,” you mumble, lips pursed and working up and down the section of him they can reach. His cock throbs, a bead of precum forming at the tip. “You’re so hot.” “Perks of my particular habit.”

Tipping your head upwards he gently feeds you his length, tip prodding the inside of your cheek, stretching it and leaving its outline. The two of you sit there peacefully as you swallow around him, sucking in short intervals. Lips stretched around him, your vision goes hazy, blissfully humming around him. “Fuck I could watch you do this for hours,” Han muses. You mumble something incoherent. “Babe don’t talk with your mouth full,” he smirks, stroking your cheek lovingly.  His other hand slips under your head and begins to tilt you over his pelvis. Guiding you slowly up and down, your cheeks hollow and bulge with each motion. Slowly he gives you more and more of his cock, head just barely breaching the tight ring of your throat. His breathing grows more ragged, stomach tensing as he groans. You gurgle as he presses deeper, little by little he’s less gentle, hips joining his arms in thrusting you down on him. Pulling you off, vacuum of your mouth popping loudly, he grips your chin, thumb wiping the mix of spit and precum from your lower lip. “Can you take all of me? All the way?” Han looks almost as fucked out as you, jaw loose and chest heaving. You smile proudly and nod, eyelashes sticking together slightly. You place your hands on his thighs for support and you take him between your lips.

“Oh shit-” he stutters as you slide him all the way down, nose bumping into his pelvic bone. Your throat squeezes and revolts at the intrusion, massaging him with every attempt to remove the invader. Focused on breathing through your nose you barely notice his hands pressing you down hard, bouncing your head into his stomach. His thighs tense in your grasp, “oh shit- oh shit- oh fuck- I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna fucking cum- your throat- I’m gonna cum-”

Quickly your hand pinches his thigh and he releases you, coughing, lungs pumping air frantically. Tilting your head back, tongue out he rests the tip on the muscle, fisting his length.  Eyes rolling back in his head, ass flexed, he moans transitioning into a high pitched whine as he coats you with his release. Mouth hung open, presenting his load, you make a show of rolling your tongue back in and swallowing it down. Wiping the mess from your lips with your middle finger you lick off the remainder, sucking just the tip like you did his cock. “Thanks Hannie! I think that really helped.”

I’ve also written sub!Han blowjob as a part of my own series ‘To All The Dicks I’ve Sucked Before” so if you are looking for more like this but with a subbier Han here you go

[alfredpennyworththecat]

Cass was surprised one day. She was attempting to paint her nails with two bruised ribs, and a broken arm. She had just gotten this beautiful garnet polish that she couldn't wait any longer to use, but even her determination is proving to not be enough to do her nails.

That was when Jason walked by, sighing and shaking his head as he takes the brush from her. He silently settles next to her, and starts effortlessly painting her nails for her. He seems focused and careful.

"You're really good at that," Cass inquires. Jason just hums back. "Didn't take you for the nail polish kind of teen," she teases. She had been getting into teasing a lot, thanks to Steph. But everyone found it endearing, not discouraging her from expanding her explorations in communicating. Jason just sighed at the comment.

"My mom used to always do her nails. She got too sick to do them." He left it at that. Jason recalled when he found a practically new nail polish in a trashcan once, how pleased his mom was with the color. He wanted to paint her nails as good as she did. She deserved at least that much, to have pretty, perfectly done nails. He'd watch her smile and tilt her hand, seeing how the light shines on the color. Jason glanced up to see Cass smiling sweetly, quickly looking away.

Cass didn't mean to stare, but his body language spoke so much. He was shy, reserved, but also had pride and sorrow. She noticed his chest stop mid-breath, seeing his top lip twitch for a moment.

"You don't have to," she said, noticing the warning signs of when Jason was getting upset. His were so subtle and rare, but they were enormous red flags to Cass. He scoffed at her.

"Yeah, and what? Let Steph finish them? She couldn't color inside the lines, much less keep the polish on your nail," he joked quietly. Steph was actually pretty good at nails. She taught Cass after all. But no, he had to finish.

Cass let him finish in peace, watching the way he focused. Those were some things she did like about her abilities. She adored watching people focus on things they loved, seeing them tune out on everything else. She could see how much it means to them.

When he finished, he capped the nail polish, set it aside, and pulled a foldable comb out from his pocket. Cass just tilted her head at that.

"Just... let me?" He said, sounding annoyed. But Cass could see he was tense in that shy way again. This was another part of something Jason just *had* to do. She went to turn a bit so he could properly brush her hair, but he stopped her. "No, don't- don't move." Now he seemed a touch scared, like he's seen one too many people hurt. Knowing this family, that was an understatement.

He gently worked his way around her hair, starting gently at the bottom, working up, being sure to hold the hair above it to minimize any tugging. He was so focused again, getting up from the couch to work around her. Finally, he nodded to himself, folding the comb back into his pocket.

Cass looked up to him and smirked deviously, flicking her head back and forth so her hair flopped around, cheekily looking up at him through the hair now in her face. Jason pinched his nose and sighed.

"You're just as bad as Steph," he mumbles, fixing her hair again. He saw that smirk again, and grabbed the top of her head. "Don't. I swear, you're all gremlins." Cass laughed quietly, proud of herself when Jason's stature relaxed a bit.

He went about putting a pillow at her back, under her arm, and the throw blanket and a book where her good arm could reach.

"Don't ruin my work," he lightly scolded, walking out. He waited a moment around the corner of the door before peeking back in a bit, watching Cass see how the light shines off of her nails.

[hunterbunter3000]

♡Durability Test♡

Just a lil thot I had today. 18+ mdni This pair you will DEFINITELY see more ♡ please excuse my ass attempt with smut :(

Just thinking about baddie!black!reader doing her own nails again and Steve Rogers is just watching her. It's quite fascinating to see; how she preps her natural nails, how she knows what kind of design she wants, and how she works with that weird sticky gel.

Steve has said many times that he would gladly pay to get them done professionally. But she always retorts with "They never do it the way I want them to, so I just do them myself. Plus, I like it when you watch me." And as always, his heart melts at her wanting to spend time with him, as they rarely have the time to.

Last time it was a baby blue coffin set with clouds, now it's a hot pink stiletto set with gems and glitter. God, Steve loves her creativity.

As she eyes her nails again and flicks some glitter off the tips, she smiles. "Done!"

Steve blinks, his head raises from laying it on the table. "Already? That was pretty fast. Faster than the last set you did." She chuckles. "Yeah well, once you do it for ten years you kinda become a professional." She brings her hands close to his face, her charms jingle on her many gold bracelets. "What do you think? Cute or sexy?" She asks as usual, always wanting her boyfriend's opinion on a new set. Even if she doesn't listen to it sometimes

Steve grins, his big hands caressing her ring clad fingers then kissing her knuckles. "I'd say both. I love the heart gems on them, making it cute. And the form of the nails make it sexy." She preens from his honesty, giggling like a school girl. "Awww, thank you baby! I'm so glad you like them!" She leans over to kiss his cheeks, then his mouth; an action Steve relishes in every time.

"Now I just need to test the durability on these." She says randomly. Steve's eyebrow quirks. She's never said this before. Did she do something wrong on them? They look firm to him. "Test?" He asks, the curiosity looking so adorable on his handsome face. "Test them how?"

"Fuck!" Steve shouts. His voice cracks when he shoots another load inside her.

It was a blur on how they both got here. There were so many kisses and touches from the table to the bedroom. Both of them already naked when they hit the bed. He should've seen the mischievous glint in her eyes when he asked that question.

Now two hours later, sweat drenched the sheets and the air smelled of cocoa butter and sex. Steve's peach colored skin now tinted with red lines from his insatiable girl's new nails. His abs, chest especially chest and carved arms are layered with etches of nail drags. "Baby...baby, please..." Steve whines. His hands digging into her thick hips as she grinds on his over worked cock. She giggles like a drunken sailor. "Almost done, sweetheart... just n-need a little more." Her hands trail up to his neck, feeling his pulse with the pads of her fingers. "You're enjoying this so much, Stevie." She moans out. How could he not? The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of her moans and her movements on his thick cock is making him go dumb. Shannon couldn't even get him to cum half the time He went to say something but was cut off by two things happening at once: 1. Her nails digging into his neck and going down to his nipples 2. Her hot, wet pussy clamping down on him so hard his brain short circuits.

"Oh fuck, yes!" She cries out, feeling his seed overflow in her womb again. Both of their thighs start to tremble from the overstimulation. So full, so fucked. She slowly comes down from her high and peeks at Steve. His eyes rolled in the back of his head with an "o" shaped mouth, small grunts come out of him just like his cum from his dick. She catches her breath and smiles.

"Oh sweetheart, that was perfect. Now turn over. I need to do your back."

[llondonfog]

more creepy vampire dad for the fic meme please!

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme

Silver attempts to peek with morbid interest underneath the brightly colored bandage applied to his skinned knee, only for his father to gently flick his forehead with a sharp nail, a warning that's all bark and no bite.

"Let it be, child, it won't heal if you keep poking at it— run along and fetch us a snack, yes?"

With a chirpy "Of course, Papa," he scampers off from the shade towards the sprawling patch of garden behind their tiny home. The scrapes on his hands are already the pink of new skin, matching the gleam of the strawberries that sit plump and fat in his palm. They've been growing so well lately, and his father's new compost suggestion must be the cause— the dark soil fresh and clean as a rich, mossy scent fills the air.

He's quite proud of his little cultivation, and Papa is quite proud of him too when he hears that Silver intends to share the newest batch of strawberries with the other children of the village, an apology of sorts.

"I do still want to be friends and I'm sorry for getting into a fight, but I couldn't let them say such awful things about you, Papa! Perhaps after we're all friends again, they can come over and pick the strawberries with us and see that I was telling the truth?"

But the scrapes and bruises are worth the scolding when his father chuckles as if Silver's told the funniest joke in the world ("Who could have raised such a kind and forgiving child? It certainly wasn't me!") and ruffles his hair with that enigmatic smile, murmuring his gratitude for such a brilliant knight in shining armor. Popping a strawberry in his mouth with uncharacteristic relish, stem and all, his father reclines back in the shade, lidded gaze wandering lazily over to the compost pile.

"Perhaps they will, child. Perhaps they will."

[pinkofatom]

A visit to the beauty parlor

[bimbofication, hypnosis, dubious consent]

Content Warning: The following story includes deliberately placed Triggers from the Bambi hypnosis files. Don't read while working or doing other concentration depending activities.

This is pure fantasy, any similarities to real people or events are coincidental.

Consent Warning: The following story uses uncensored triggers. If you share this with other people, please make them aware of this fact.

Alicia walks up and down, discreetly watching the neon pink lights proudly pronouncing "Platinum Drop." Oh, why did she listen to Cynthia? After a stressful week, she admitted to her best friend that she needed something to take her mind off. At first, Cynthia giggled, a new trend Alicia noticed in her friend, but then she mumbled some words. Some nonsense about good girls.

Still, her blonde friend gave Alicia a coupon and the number for the "Platinum Drop" beauty parlor. Dazed by Cynthia's sweet, rosy perfume, Alicia registered an appointment online.

And now she was here, sweat on her forehead, five minutes early. Did she dare enter a place called a beauty salon only judging by the sultry colors? Or the salacious looks Cynthia now preferred? Gnawing at her lips, Alicia stared at the shop. She couldn't even peek in through the heavily pink-tinted windows.

Her phone vibrated, telling her—as if she needed a reminder—of her appointment. She took a deep breath. Just because the decor didn't look like a classical beauty parlor did not imply they wouldn't offer classic services, right?

Grasping a small bundle of courage, Alicia entered through the pink doors.

A wall of flowery perfume greeted her nose while her eyes were blinded by even more pink.

This was starting to scare Alicia.

A counter directly opposite the door welcomed her into the parlor. At its desk stood an impeccably made woman dressed in the same provocatively hued shades. Long, straight blonde hair crowned her perfectly designed face.

As the woman gave her a long and scrutinizing look, a shiver shot through Alicia. Deeply, she inhaled, trying to relax.

"Hello there, cutie," purred the salesperson, smiling seductively. She leaned over the desk, emphasizing her immense chest. Her impressive mammaries, unbound by a brassiere, were visibly almost leaving her pink dress.

"Oh Hi.. uhm. I'm here for my appointment? Alicia Winters?" said Alicia timidly, handing the woman the printout from her online registration.

The blonde smiled, her purple gloss lips stretching into a secretive smile, "Well, yes, cutie, you are expected. It is your very first time getting our splendid treatment here, isn't it?" the lady inquired.

Bewildered, Alicia nodded. Something within her subconscious shuddered a little. Something important, screaming her a warning, shouting and waving tiny red flags. But the sweet honey smell clung to her unmoving thoughts. Dazed, she ignored her inner voice.

"Sweet thing," the beautician murmured, stepping around her stand. "Allow me to introduce myself. Platinum is what people call me." Platinum accentuated her name by lifting a blonde lock and letting it slide gently across her slender hand, golden nails glittering under the rose light.

"Wha..." coughed Alicia, somehow a question entering her blanked-out mind, "I..."

"Shhh," Platinum pressed a single finger on Alicia's lips, "none of that, sweetie. We have a long programming session ahead of us."

Programming session?! Pierced the question through the fog like rays of light. Faster pumped Alicia's heart.

"Our salon," Platinum circled a frozen Alicia, "is famous for the most marvelous treatments." Delicate hands pushed Alicia forward.

Stumbling, Alicia stepped forward, creating an avalanche of thoughts. They tumbled out through her ears: crash, crashing, drowning. Nothing stuck.

"Just relax, dear. Trust in your friend's recommendation. Trust me."

Warm words caressed Alicia. Fear still strangling her limbs seeped away.

"Let go, cutie. Follow my commands, cutie. Relax... breathe." The woman's fingers pushed at pressure points along Alicia's tense back. Lolling her head from the side, Alicia's chest heaved down and up.

Gentle, her body sank into squeaking leather. Wind rushed over her head as the backseat fell.

Suddenly reclining, Alicia had a shocked vision of the salon. Bright pink dominated. It felt soft against her retina, and gentle caresses massaged away her anxieties and fears.

"Trust us, cutie, trust our beauty."

Warm wetness spread over her hair. Dancing fingers massaged her scalp while acidic chemical scents assaulted her nose. As Platinum hummed, Alicia's muscles unwound, and she sank back deep into the pink leather reclining seat.

"Breathe in deep. It'll take away all your worries."

Instincts guided her actions. Inhaling the mixture of flowers and chemicals strengthened the fog inside her brain. The light, sweet scents were so soothing that they numbed her active thoughts.

Alicia was a passenger; she saw herself but was too enticed and fascinated by the images to pull the steering wheel to correct her track.

"Fall deep. Deep asleep. Follow my words to wonderful relaxation." Platinum's voice came like soft whispers, far and near. Sweet as honey, it coated Alicia's mind.

"So good. Let the conditioner melt your mind." The blonde massaged away every worry, every obstacle. Deeper and deeper fell Alicia, lost in the sweet, intoxicating fog.

“Your body is so warm and relaxed. There is nothing to worry about. Just pure, wonderful relaxation. So deep. So sleepy. No conscious thoughts hampering my words. No desire to resist the conditioner. Close your heavy eyes."

Blinking once, the heavy eyelids stayed down. A sigh escaped her lips, carrying the last remains of stress.

"Good girl. Such a good girl. So deep asleep. Conscious mind shut off. Only your subconscious is still listening. Molten, made pliable by the conditioner. So open and receptive. Being so malleable feels wonderful."

Deep, the pink mist drowned Alicia's thoughts. Her muscles tingled pleasantly. She felt herself floating within, weightless.

"Such a good girl. And each time you hear me say it, good girl, your pleasure increases. Obedience brings pleasure." Platinum's sultry words filled Alicia with contentness. Soothing words whispered deep, carving into her being, her reality.

"Wonderfully floating, blissfully sleeping, so relaxed and soft. A good girl. Obedient. Filled with nothing but pleasure." Words held Alicia in the pink relaxing fog. Deep and wide, her breath hitched.

Platinum showered Alicia's hair, yet the woman kept breathing in her deep rhythm. Satisfied, Platinum grabbed the blonde hair dye. Smiling, Platinum let the deep violet contents drip on her sleeping client's head.

"Good girl. You are so relaxed. So conditioned. It is time to start your makeover." Platinum combed in the new coloration. "Your hair has nothing against changing. No resistance. No will. No objections. Without a fight, it takes on a new identity. But your hair grows from your head, doesn't it? So maybe your mind is as easily changed. After all, your mind is conditioned like your hair, pliable like your hair. So, as your hair takes on a new identity. You, a good girl, take on a new identity."

Soaked in a warm mixture, Alicia's body felt lulled and safe. Platinum words sank in deep. Warm, they seeped through her being, softly persuasive.

"Just let the color do its work. Empty your mind of all the old boring self. Good girls just want to have fun. And a new blonde personality sounds like so much fun." Platinum grinned, putting Alicia's head under the warm dryer.

"Stir a little, cutie. Let the blonde in."

Hot air enveloped Alicia. Soft, soothing music filled her ears. Whispers, so light, danced over her brain. Finally, two words stole her mind. Bambi Sleep.

💞💞💞

A loud bing exploded beside Alicia, jolting her up. Her eyes opened wide. Whirring, the headcase rose, revealing a wonderful sight.

Inside a mirror, long platinum tresses cascaded down Alicia's crown. Flowing gold sparkled with pink delights. Hands squeezed, creaking leather armrests while legs rubbed together.

Nothing stopped the moan from escaping her mouth. Alicia never knew how good being blonde felt. But if the tingling of her skin, or pulse between her legs, were any clue, Being blonde was the best.

"Oh, it seems someone likes their new look." Platinum smiled, stepping beside Alicia's seat. Blinking, Alicia could only gawk in the mirror. Unbelievingly, her fingers curled platinum tresses around her fingertips.

"Enjoy it all, cutie. Blonde is the best color for a Good Girl."

Good Girl?

Alicia closed her mouth. Breathing deeply, a shudder wracked down her spine.

Why did the phrase make her so happy?

Excited!

"Since you enjoy being a Good Girl so much, cutie..."

At Platinum's words, a new shiver traveled down Alicia's spine.

"...Let me work on your face. Give it a little - pop."

Excitement.

Something urged her, begged her. Moaning, Alicia nodded. As the beautician's eyes gleamed, Alicia bit her lower lip. Her heart was pounding - fingers traveled up and down her blond hair.

"Mmmh, how does pink sound for a theme?"

Blonde with pink.

So sexy.

Another shiver, stronger this time, twisted her insides into a knot. Thrilled her stomach with electricity, teasing her womanhood.

"Oh, totally!" The words left Alicia's mouth with an alien yet familiar tone. Breathry, yet somehow higher. Soft and feminine. Exactly like Platinum. Exactly like Cynthia nowadays. Alicia couldn't help herself. A smile spread over her face.

"That's a Good Girl. Just lean back into the cushions, and let me work," Platinum said, pushing on Alicia's shoulder. Sinking deeply into the soft leather, Alicia felt she could float—weightless, happy, submissive.

Alicia exhaled, head resting against the chair. Her eyes closed, pink dancing behind her lids.

Velvet fabric tickled her face. Meticulous, it touched every inch, every pore. Dirt and unwanted thoughts alike were teased to the surface. Smooth water washed away the unwanted blemishes. Cold closed off her skin, protecting Alicia from their return.

Warm, gentle hands applied different creams. Moisturizer lulled Alicia's mind deeper like waves. Primer caught her attention. Then, a sponge taught her foundation. Like a warm blanket, the powder covered everything — buried old Alicia under new layers.

Contouring turned every feature towards new sensual directions. Highlighter and shimmer painted Alicia a different kind of canvas. The touch of eyeshadow awoke feelings the woman didn't know before. Alicia trembled; electricity surged through her body. But Platinum's words, "Bimbo doll," carried her mind to a relaxing empty space, shielded from mistakes by a pink bubble.

Passive, like a passenger in her own body, Alicia waited for Platinum to finish her work. Wet brushes brought long sweeping eyelashes to Alicia's eyelids. Gentle Platinum added mascara; the brush was soft and relaxing. Gloss stained her soft lips a shimmery pink.

Blinking, Alicia looked into the mirror, Platinum leaning beside her.

What Alicia saw, she did not recognize. Yet it filled her stomach with content warmth, excited her womanhood, and gave her a thrill running through every cell.

Was this truly Alicia, or maybe someone else?

Soft blonde cascaded her back, accentuating her new beautifully pink-painted lips and large doe eyes. Brushed eyebrows were lightly sculpted, defining her eyes and face shape. Effortless and sexy, Alicia marveled at her vision of herself.

"You look beautiful, Bimbo doll. Like a sexy Good Girl. Like a Bambi." Platinum smiled.

"I'm not Bambi..."

Alicia's objection trailed away. Somehow, the name felt so good in her mind. Like warm milk and honey, filling Alicia with sweetness.

"Are you sure, Bimbo doll? Look at that face. Tell me the name of the Good Girl in the mirror."

Shivers.

Electricity.

Excitement!

Looking into her mesmerizingly deep blue eyes, Alicia licked her lower lips, her tongue tasting a soft strawberry aroma. Her mouth was so smooth, so tasty, Alicia had no clue. Yet something deep down called, crying in bliss, the name Bambi.

But she wasn't Bambi.

That was not true.

Yet...

Bambi licked over soft gloss-painted lips, staring deep into herself, mesmerized by the beautiful sight. Her platinum hair was so warm and pretty; Bambi felt a warm glow between her legs. How...

"You've forgotten yourself, Good Girl. Forgot so easily your old name and character. There is only Bambi. What other name could a Bimbo doll have?"

"Bambi."

Smiling, Bambi repeated the word a few times — over and over and over. Bambi felt it settle into her consciousness, erasing old thoughts with pink bubbly pops. They giggled through pink, happy lips.

"Good Girl. Good Bimbo." Platinum repeated.

Words sank in deeply. Soft and warm, they caressed the girl's body.

"It is time to find a new dress for a new Bimbo doll. Your blonde platinum locks just ask for pink and other bright colors."

Bambi wiggled giddily. Oh, she could not wait to dress in her new, fresh self, filled to the brim with so much fun — just like a sexy Good Girl wanted to dress and look like — so hot and thrilling, so pretty and seductive. Bambi clapped her hands; pink gloss lips stretched to their extent.

"Like sure," she chirped. "Like totally!"

Platinum guided the happy Bimbo through pink corridors into a changing room.

On various hangers, a wide array of new, exciting, and mind-freeing attire was draped. Dresses, skirts, and tops, so wonderful and new, filled racks. Wandering in between, eyes spied frilly, lacey lingerie. But what truly took Bambi's mind were the sparkling high-heels. Like a pink, pink, twinkling diamond, they called her closer. Bambi moaned, pressing her hands into her pussy. Oh, the inches so tantalized her cunny!

"Girls like you all love them," Platinum observed, smiling as she saw Bambi kneel before the stilettos. Gleaming, the long heels ended in an imposing platform, like a pink beacon beckoning a Good Girl to follow.

Bambi squealed, reaching with her warm hands, fingers sliding over smooth plastic.

Shaking, Bambi strolled through the room. She needed the perfect outfit. One that would make every Good Girl envious. An outfit Bambi deserved. She knew herself: Only a pink tight one piece dress would be suitable. With sparkling blings Bambi liked so much. Something to reveal her blonde hair and beautiful breasts, down to her flat belly, a skirt that made following Bambi the most wonderful thing.

And the highest stilettos to accentuate the Good Girl.

Grasping the fitting, Bambi laid out her perfect outfit and licked her soft lips in front of a large mirror. A giggle escaped her mouth. Like so joyful. Bambi enjoyed the mirrors all around her. Between them, she twirled, observing the dress fluttering around her new frame.

Oh, how pink it looked, how good!

Bambi pressed a finger deep between her thighs - aroused, Bambi started moaning.

Oh, what a Good Girl she had become!

"Wonderful cutie. That's the right look for a new Bimbo doll. Let's make the look stick. Bambi Sleep."

💞💞💞

Alicia blinked, standing in front of the reception. Platinum giggled beside her, warm and comforting like honey. The beautician clapped her hands, smiling.

"See, that wasn't so bad. You were right out of it."

Alicia nodded slowly, chewing her lips, tasting strawberry gloss, and looking deeply into the receptionist's desk.

"I totally was," she mumbled.

But Alicia could not argue with the result. No worries pressed down her shoulders. Her back arched, hips slightly cocked.

Stress found nothing to latch on inside her mind. Swoosh! Swoosh!

Gone were the unkind thoughts.

Giggling, Alicia admitted to herself that, for the first time in forever, she felt light. The heavy weight of responsibilities nowhere to be found.

Alicia felt sexy and so empty-minded. Blonde and happy, she just wanted to enjoy life.

Platinum leaned over the desk, her abundant breasts close before Alicia's eyes. The woman handed a printed piece of paper to Alicia.

"Here the confirmation, Good Girl. Just sign here, cutie," Platinum winked, her sparkling purple eyelids fluttering.

Entranced, Alicia did not read the document. Excited, with her whole body tingling, she registered her name and a new date.

With new vigor, Alicia sashayed to the exit. She grasped the door handle when Platinum said, "Oh, before I forget. Something fun for your journey home. Giggle Time."

Immediately, pink mist embraced Alicia's mind. As giggly bubbles tingled along every nerve ending, Soft giggles danced from her lips.

Clacking in her stiletto heels, only one thing dominated her mind: Bambi could not wait for her next appointment.

[seriouslysam8]

Brumous Sneak Peek

Chapter Twenty-One: The Birthday Pensieve

Reminder: this unedited snippet

Double reminder: new chapter doesn’t come out for two weeks because of the holiday this weekend.

Stuffed and happy, Ginny lounged back on the sofa with her feet in Harry’s lap. She lazily looked at him peering at her toes with a deep concentration knitted between his brows. Sitting up, she looked at her toes and wrinkled her nose. Clearly, Harry had never learned to color inside the lines as a child as he had not only painted her toe nails a bright red but also her toes. When he dipped the brush to gather more paint, Ginny wiggled her toes.

“You’re supposed to just paint the nails,” Ginny commented, her lips twitching.

Harry’s brows furrowed as he looked up at her, his glasses sliding down his nose. “I am.”

Ginny gestured towards her feet. “No, it’s all over my skin!”

Harry squinted down at her toes, his head dipping down to inspect them. “I guess a bit.”

Ginny laughed, loud and boisterous. It was definitely more than a bit. Harry licked his thumb and then reached for her toe.

“Don’t do that!” Ginny protested, drawing her legs back and attempting to be mindful of not getting polish on the sofa.

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Because it’ll be hard to get off! Plus you can’t just relick your finger with polish on it! This stuff lasts longer than the Muggle stuff!” Ginny protested. “Merlin, Harry!”

Harry glanced up at her, annoyance clear as day on his face. “You act like I do this every Friday night.

“You mean, you and Ron don’t?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows wiggling.

Ron groaned from across the room where he was playing a game of chess with Bill. Ginny only grinned.

“I’ve never even seen a bottle of this stuff before!” Harry protested. “How am I supposed to know how to do it?”

Ginny grinned. “It goes on the nail, Harry.”

Harry sighed, his eyes widening. “I know! I did do that!”

“Merlin, please stop,” Ron said in an exasperated tone, looking up from the chess board. “I can’t concentrate when you two are being all disgustingly cute over there.”

“Ahh, do I sense a tad bit of jealousy, Ronnie?” George asked, looking up from the piece of parchment that he, Fred, and Sirius had been pouring over for the past hour.

“Does thy heart ache for a certain bushy-haired girl?” Fred added, his eyebrows wiggling.

Ron grunted.

“Stop what exactly, Ron?” Ginny snapped, her lips pursing.

Ron waved a hand between them. “That! The sickening sweet nail painting and you practically sitting on top of him.”

Ginny looked at Harry. Her feet were the only part of her body touching Harry. She shot Harry an incredulous look but Harry only shifted on the sofa.

With a huff, Ginny turned back to Ron. “I thought you approved of us dating.”

“I do!” Ron said in a loud voice. “But that doesn’t mean I want to see it! It’s just nice knowing that I don’t have to worry about either of you being with some wanker and getting hurt!”

“You just have to get used to it,” Sirius said, looking up from the parchment. “There will be a day when you are all over a girlfriend too so you can pay them back.”

“Yeah, but it won’t be with her best mate!” Ron protested. “She won’t have to suffer through watching her brother and her best friend snogging and being all, all cutesy!”

Harry’s mouth gaped for a few seconds. “We’re obviously not snogging.”

Ginny leaned forward, closing the space between their faces. “We can show you what snogging looks like.”

Harry jerked his head back, his eyes wild. “Gin!”