#she is pantless help her

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Strip, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Mentions of Genitalia and Removal of Clothes

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Some drunken games are ones that Y/N really doesn't want to have to clean up after.

Masterlist

How does Y/N know her boyfriend is way too drunk right now? He calls a frat wide hour strip game to order. It doesn’t help that his groupies are encouraging his behaviour. She isn’t jealous of them because she trusts Rafe and knows how much he loves her, but she knows how this game is going to end.  Every hour the boys in the fraternity remove one article of clothing of Rafe’s choice until she has to chase after one of the boys to stop him from streaking down a street that should be kept family-friendly. As much as she loves seeing his chiselled abs, she does not want to have to do that again.

The only person that can call off the game is the frat president. “Rafe, can you please call the game off? Some of the boys already have three strikes and will be expelled if they are arrested for streaking,” Y/N begs, trying to take the solo cup out of his hand. He looks at her with loving eyes and gives her neck kisses, “Come on, let me strip, Angel. It’s just a fun little game.” She rolls her eyes at him trying to butter her up with kisses. “Rafey, it’s twelve o’clock. Time to take off your pants,” Beatrice interrupts, flashing her lock screen with the time on it to him. Rafe drunkenly nods his head and tries to pull down his pants. Rafe yells, “Alpha Epsilon Pi! Pants.” 

Y/N sighs at the action, helping him unbutton his pants so he can take them off. One problem at the time and streaking is a much bigger problem than a pantless boyfriend. At least they still have both socks to take off first. He cheers like a toddler when he finally gets his pants off. “I want you to wear my pants like a scarf, Angel. Show the boys who you belong to,” he slurs out the demand, wrapping his khaki around her neck. She just shakes her head and unwraps the pants from her neck. She is already sweating with his t-shirt and flannel on. “You know last time you played this game, I chased a naked Topper down the street and had to tackle him. Do you really want me to be that close to his bare dick, again?” she leverages, twirling his pants’ leg in a circle. This news causes Rafe to stop in his tracks; he has totally forgotten that fact. 

He sobers up quickly, “You’re right, I don’t want that. I’ll call the game off.” His pout absolutely kills Y/N because she hates to see him sad. “You can keep the game going with the socks but you have to stop at the boxers. Deal?” she offers, ghosting their fingertips together and stepping closer to him. His expression quickly turns to a grin, “Deal. You are the best girlfriend ever, Angel. I love you!” He gives her a quick peck on the lips and runs off screaming how amazing she is to the overcrowded party. She lets out a giggle at her boyfriend’s childishness and heads upstairs to get rid of some of the clothes that are causing her to overheat.

[cycat-carisi]

Take From Me My Lace

Pairing: Hetty x Trevor

Summary: Trevor learns about Hetty's most well-kept secret. (Takes place sometime before "Holes Are Bad".)

Tags/warnings: Spoilers for CBS Ghosts 3x08 "Holes Are Bad", some pg content, (implied) suicide.

Words: 1026

A/N: Heyyo! I'm new around here *waves frantically* I've been watching the show casually for 2 seasons. A rerun of the episode where Pete meets his grandkid SOLD me hard, and then the whole Tretty/H-Money affair started up, and I was a total goner, lol.

After watching "Holes Are Bad" I'm on the side that's convinced that Trevor knew. The look on his face, I think, is more sympathetic as if he's sad on her behalf that she had to reveal her secret, and not even on her own time. And when the other ghosts talk to Trevor afterwards, it feels like he's covering up what he knew.

So yeah, long story short, all of that inspired this little fic thing. I have not read any other fics in this fandom yet, but needed to get this out in the world to help kick off my full-blown obsession 😁🫶🏼

AO3: link (or below the cut!)

The pulse point just beneath her jawline.

He would never admit it out loud, but that was Trevor's favourite place to kiss Hetty. He loved that spot because his tender touch would send her eyes fluttering shut amidst hushed moans.

At first Hetty was apprehensive when Trevor's lips would trail close to the intricate neckline of her dress. Yet, as their relationship progressed, Hetty allowed Trevor to explore more and more of the places she had never let anyone else reach.

Still, most nights she would redirect Trevor's affections when his lips strayed even a little too far down towards the lacy seam. Trevor initially wrote off the abrupt change as simply Hetty's insatiable passion taking over, until one night he finally learned the truth.

"Mmm, Trevor," Hetty sighs, her voice heavy with sleep. Limbs tangled with hers, Trevor continues his ministrations, enjoying the feel of her soft murmurs echoing under his lips. "Ready for round two, are we?" quips the Victorian woman as she rouses from her slumber.

"Just lemme make you feel good instead," Trevor insists as he finds the spot beneath Hetty's ear that makes her keen.

She instantly gives in when his hand trails up the front of her corset, arriving to cradle her face. His thumb rubs delicately along the apple of her cheek while Trevor leans overtop his lover to place a languid kiss to her plush lips.

Hetty arches into the kiss, groaning when Trevor begins to trail his lips down to her pulse point. One of her hands grips his shoulder while the other seeks purchase in his styled hair. "Don't stop," she whispers when Trevor suckles lightly on the tender flesh beneath her jawline. And who is he to say no?

Trevor moves his lips inch by tantalizing inch along her neck, pausing to nip and lave his tongue over her ivory skin. He works further down towards the delicate lacework, and this time, without realization, Hetty tilts her head back to grant her lover greater access.

With her fiery red tresses pressed into the pillow, Trevor takes advantage, soothing her features with his thumb and slowly navigating his fingertips underneath the lace.

He feels it at the same time that she does.

Hetty's bright eyes fly open. She recoils, panic surging through her as she scoots herself up towards the headboard.

Trevor pulls back, startled; concern is written all over his face. "Hetty," he speaks gently. "What was that?"

The Victorian woman's vision turns glassy. She has kept her secret for so long, and now she has slipped up. She could lie. She could run. She could get angry at her pantless, horny lover. But she knows that none of those options would be fair. She is just as responsible for their affair as he is, and she concedes that this moment was ultimately inevitable.

Hetty swallows hard; fear and something akin to defeat are etched deep into her features.

Trevor leans in cautiously, his hand coming to rest reassuringly upon her clothed thigh. He sits patiently, waiting for her to be ready to speak.

"Ohh hoo," she exhales shakily, shifting to sit up further. His dark eyes never leave hers as she does. Except instead of speaking, Hetty simply reaches upwards, and her nimble fingers work to roll down the lacy fabric.

Trevor's brows pinch, and his heart sinks when the bruises and golden cord come into view.

Hetty scrunches her eyes closed, bracing herself for judgement–for Trevor to draw back in disgust. Instead, a soft voice engulfs her. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry."

What Hetty sees when she opens her eyes is a handsome face laden with tenderness. There is no aversion, only warmth. And so, Hetty Woodstone, for the first time in the 120 years since her death, confesses the truth surrounding that fateful day.

Trevor listens attentively as the headstrong woman he is familiar with suddenly becomes so vulnerable, revealing her shame and deepest regrets. And as he takes in her words, Trevor feels privileged that Hetty–his Hetty–trusts him enough to bear her soul to him in this way.

Trevor allows her to speak until she has said all that she needs to. And somehow, Hetty finds her hands in his–an anchor to keep her from drifting away.

"Thank you, Trevor," she concludes, voice low and crestfallen. "Thank you for listening."

"You don't have to thank me, Hetty," Trevor soothes. "I just wish you had told me sooner so I could’ve been here for you."

Hetty gazes deeply into Trevor's eyes. Details leading up to his own death had been a secretive topic for the man who hides his compassion beneath a frat-boy persona. Hetty came to understand that part of him, and now Trevor is privy to a similar part of her. "You are here now, and that is more than I could ask for," she replies with a small smile.

Trevor nods, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips.

"Just… please don't let on you know." Hetty whispers, her eyes brimming with the desperation of her plea.

Trevor gives her hands a gentle squeeze. "Your secret is safe with me."

The pair's gazes fix as they drink one another in. The moment is raw, unveiling, and somehow deeply intimate.

Hetty's eyes fall to Trevor's lips. She begins to tilt her body toward his when Trevor decides to break the silence. He wants to hold her, wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and to kiss away the pain she has locked deep inside herself. Instead, he murmurs, "Does it still hurt?"

Hetty feels Trevor’s breath tickle her lips. She pauses for a moment before answering solemnly. "A dull ache that never truly leaves."

Trevor draws nearer. "May I?" He asks, eyelashes flickering as he drags his gaze between her collar and the ocean swirls of her irises.

Hetty nods, and Trevor slowly closes the distance between them. His nose grazes against her jawline before warm lips softly meet the bruises encircling her neck. Trevor's movements are gentle; there is no lust, only affection, and something that borders on the line of love.

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[aemonds-little-belle]

FEELINGS SOLD SEPARATELY

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (THE KISS)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mindSlow Burnit's so slowbut I think it's greatlike genuinely two idiots in lovebut they take soooo long to noticeUghI love fanfiction

(Special thank you to @throughgoeshamilton who laid their own series headcannons on me and then me expand them, and also listened to my headcannons and helped me expand them as well. Truly thankful!!! <3)

Y'all voted for something happier, so I complied, until I didn't ... Enjoy!

PLEASE DON"T FORGET TO LIKE AND REBLOG <3

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“Hmm.” Aemond smiled as he finally leaned in, his lips pressed against hers so softly, too softly. The corners of his lips curling when Y/n let out a content sigh, leaning in closer, the kiss finally deepening. Aemond eventually pulled back, Y/n pouting slightly, her expression contorted in worry, Aemonds thumbs smoothing over the wrinkles that formed on her forehead as he smiled down at her. “If I kiss you again, Y/n.” He paused. “Everything will change.” 

She nodded her head, her eyes not leaving his. “I want things to change.” She whispered, maybe even pleaded, Aemond smiling as he leaned in again, this kiss almost frantic, Aemond pulling Y/n impossibly closer as her hands closed tighter around his wrists, the two of them unsure if the moment was real, their lips exploring one another’s as if there would never be another kiss, another moment to be this close. “Aemond.” Y/n breathed as she pulled away. “I can’t breathe.” He just chuckled, pecking her lips once, twice, before fully pulling away, his eyes opening to find Y/n breathing heavily, her lips pouting. “Just give me a second.” 

“Why don’t you put some pants on, hmm?” Aemond hummed, amused at the fact she hadn’t run off to do so sooner. Y/n nodded her head, her face heating up, the embarrassment she forgot about creeping up on her once more. “Since we’re already editing the rules.” Aemond said, Y/n’s smile disappearing. “Maybe no more answering the door pantless.” He teased. 

“You were banging on my door!” Y/n pointed out. “And you were yelling my name! I thought it was an emergency.” She crossed her arms, ready to defend her case. 

“I wouldn’t have knocked so hard, or called your name as loud as I did, if you answered your phone.” Aemond raised his eyebrows, daring Y/n to think of a comeback. 

Y/n just tilted her head to the side. “What am I getting dressed for?” She moved the conversation to something different, opening a dresser drawer and sifting around to find something suitable. 

“Just some errands.” Aemond answered, his head in her fridge as he looked for something she could eat before moving onto the cupboard to do the same. 

“What kind of errands?” Y/n asked puzzled, a few things in her arms as she closed her eyes, opening them back up and realizing that Aemond really was in her kitchen making her some toast, like a boyfr…

“We need to pick up your dress for tomorrow night.” He interrupted her thoughts. “some fancier shoes to match too, and Helaena ordered a necklace and earrings for you, so we’ll have to get those as well.” He said nonchalantly, speaking like picking up custom dresses, jewelry, and fancy shoes like he does the newspaper. 

“I don’t, I um, what do you wear for fancy shopping.” Y/n tried not to show her worry about shopping, the last trip eventful in all the wrong ways, and not something she wished to do again. 

Aemond looked to her, smirking at her still bare legs, though his face hardened when he saw her worried expression. “Just wear something comfortable, Y/n, and something warm, it’s cold outside.” He answered, turning back to the toaster, which took longer than he wished it would. “What would you like on your toast?” He asked, Y/n still scrambling to find something, t-shirts, sweaters, jeans, leggings, and socks suddenly piled up beneath, and around, her. 

“Uhm.” She sighed. “Just some butter, I guess.” Y/n huffed, turning around and picking a few things up, then throwing them back down. 

“Do you do this every time you get dressed?” Aemond asked intrigued, motioning to the room, now messier than it was a few minutes ago, Y/n’s shoulders shrugging. 

“No.” Y/n defensively said. “I mean, yeah, sometimes, I just, what do you wear to a fancy mall?” She raised her hands in the air defeated, her shirt riding up slightly, Aemond tensing. “I want to fit in.” Aemond opened his mouth to speak, but Y/n cut him off. “Please, just help me find something.” 

Aemond nodded his head, placing the finished toast on a random plate, then walking over, hands behind his back as he looked over the mishmashed pile of clothing. “You need a closet.” 

“Sure! Do you want me to go ask Gunner if he can build a closet for me ...” Aemond looked to her, almost wishing her to try and do as she said she would. “Pantless?” She finished, her words dying out. 

“I would much rather we keep you being pantless as an ‘us’ thing.” He smiled, leaning down slightly so he could be at eye level with her. “The only thing I want you to ask Gunner, is if he’ll let you out of your lease.” Aemond said, his tone serious, his eye locked on hers. 

“Why would I do that?” She tried to scoff, though it ended up much more breathy than intended. 

“So I can get you out of this shit …”

“Hey!” Y/n’s finger collided with his chest, Aemond putting his hands up to show his innocence as she stared at him with true anger in her eyes. “I know my apartment isn’t fancy, and it doesn’t have a closet, but it’s my home.” Y/n made sure her words were clear, and loud. “So be nice.” She pulled her finger back, Aemond smirking at her expression, her demeanor, how scary, yet, cute she looked, angry over his words, and still, somehow still pantless. ‘I lo… She’s quite cute.’ He thought. 

“Okay.” Aemond said giving up his fight and teasing, now genuinely looking over the clothing she had already pulled out. “Here, and here.” He handed her a long sleeve t-shirt, then a nice, unsurprisingly black, knit sweater to go over it, a new purchase he was happy to dress her in. “And then some jeans, where are your …” Y/n pointed to her bottom drawer, Aemond nodding his head as he crouched down to open it. “See, that was easy.” He said, handing her a pair of blue jeans, though the two of them were slightly shocked at his choice, seeing that he’s wearing all black, Y/n wondered if he owned any colourful clothing, and if not, maybe he had some fun socks. “Y/n?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Please, go put some pants on.” He chuckled, though internally he was screaming, her pantless look was at first cute, and a little funny, but at some point it turned distracting, especially when she lifted her hands up, the small peek he got at her stomach making him forget where he was for a few minutes. 

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Y/n did a little spin as she came out of the bathroom, smiling to Aemond who stood at her window. “How do I look?” Y/n asked, though her breath hitched when Aemond’s eye looked her up and down, assessing her body in a way he hadn’t before, her face suddenly heating.

Y/n just smiled nervously before walking towards the kitchen, picking up a piece of toast before biting into it. “I prefer you pantless.” Y/n took a deep breath in, toast crumbs suddenly stuck to the side of her throat, her chest heaving slightly as she tried to breath before she began coffing. “Y/n.” Aemond shook his head, taking the few steps towards her, opening up a cupboard and pulling out a cup, filling it up with water and handing it to her, his hand on her lower back as she took desperate gulps. “Are you okay?” He chuckled after she took her first full breath. 

“I was trying to play it cool.” She pouted before laughing, placing the cup down on her counter, Y/n avoiding Aemond’s eyes at all costs. ‘That was so embarrassing, I could die on the spot, right now, he's a TARGARYEN.’

“You’re adorable.” Aemond laughed, his hand gliding up her spine and resting on the back of her head as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. 

“I almost died choking, on toast!” She held up the culprit. “And you think I’m cute?” 

“You almost died because I complimented you, to me, that's adorable.” 

“You have concerning taste.” Y/n muffled as she tentatively went to take another bite of her toast. 

Aemond held up her coat that was sat on her dining table. “I could say the same for you.” Y/n went to say something but her mouth was still full, Aemond continuing instead of giving her time to come up with something snarky to say. “We should probably stop by Stylner’s and get you a new one.” 

Aemond held the coat open and walked towards Y/n, her turning letting him help her into it. “I like that coat.” Y/n admitted, though quietly. 

“I’m sure you do.” He smiled. “But it’s getting too cold outside to wear something that has holes in it.” He explained, smoothing over the top of her head as she turned around, clearly ready to argue. 

“It …” 

“Doesn’t have holes?” He nodded his head, his hand slipping into the left pocket, his fingers then slipping through a hole at the bottom of it, wiggling against Y/n’s stomach. 

“Hey!” 

“Hmm?” 

Y/n grabbed a hold of his wrist, pulling his hand out of her pocket, replacing it with hers. “I like the holes.” She admitted. “It makes the coat unique, one of a kind, never seen before, a really cool coat…” Y/n rambled on as she smiled up at him, knowing she was getting on his nerves.

Aemond hesitated for a second, ‘I want things to change’, before crashing his lips against hers, his hands cupping her face, Aemond’s head tilting one way as hers tilted the other. Y/n’s one hand still stuck in her pocket when Aemond caught her by surprise, pinned between the two of them, her other hand staying still at her side, unsure if he felt comfortable with her touching his face just yet. “Hmm.” Aemond hummed as he pulled away, Y/n’s eyes wide, her expression confused. “I should have kissed you a lot sooner.” He smirked. “You get all quiet afterwards. I could have enjoyed silence a little more if I had indulged sooner.” 

“Indulged?’ Y/n questioned, her shock induced silence wearing off quickly. “What am I? Ice cream?” She feigned offense. 

“Y/n.” Aemond chuckled, his forehead resting on hers. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

“Stop being a little baby, you love me!” She pulled from his embrace, grabbing the toast once again, hoping to finally finish it. Aemond on the other hand froze, his eye seemingly stuck in place as he let her words hit him. ‘I think I, do.’. Y/n realized her slip up, not meaning to bring in such heavy words like ‘love’ into whatever it was they had, at least not this soon. “I’m sor..” 

“Why don’t we go?” Aemond cleared his throat, embarrassed by how her words affected him, literally freezing him in place. He looked to Y/n, the guilt in her eyes clear, though neither of them wanted to bring up her previous words, or have any conversation surrounding them. “We can get some coffee on the way there.” 

“Yeah, sounds great!” Y/n nervously said, taking hefty bites of the toast before rushing to grab her phone and wallet, hoping outside would be a fresh start as she turned to open her apartment door, practically running away from Aemond as she exited. 

“Oh Y/n!” Miss Falker called out, stopping Y/n in her race to freedom. ‘Great, perfect timing Miss Falker, just stunning, really.’

“Hi Miss Falker.” She tried to smile. “How, how are you?” Y/n asked, wishing to be anywhere else. 

“Oh I’m alright.” Miss Flaker admitted, Aemond practically stumbling over Y/n’s pile of clothes and into the hallway. “Oh, you two love birds!” Miss Falker’s hand fell over her heart. 

Y/n sucked a breath in, Aemond shaking his head whispering. “Gods.”

“Well it was nice to see …” Y/n began. 

“Hold on dear!” Miss Falker interrupted. “Let me grab my camera, the two of you look so cute!” She turned to enter her apartment. 

Aemond huffed out a breath of air, but fixed his coat. “As cute as she is, Aemond, we are not letting her take a photo of us.” Y/n laughed, closing her apartment door and locking it before grabbing his forearm and pulling him towards the stairs. 

Aemond shook his head before planting his feet down. “Maybe she won’t hate me as much if she has a picture.” He reasoned, pulling out his puppy dog eyes, pouting just like Y/n does non stop, giving her a taste of her own medicine. 

“Aemond.” Y/n said seriously. “She will post the picture on the bulletin board.” 

“Are you ashamed of me?” Aemond played sad, his hand suddenly slapped against his chest like her words took his breath away. 

“No, but.” ‘Do I tell him the truth?’ “I don’t, I don’t think you want people knowing A Targaryen frequents here, I mean the public would swarm this place, and then …” Y/n lied, frantically trying to come up with any excuse she could, and Aemond saw through her.

“Okay, okay.” Aemond let up, Y/n’s eyes teary out of nowhere, her chest clearly rising rapidly. “It’s okay.” He reassured her, his hand falling to the small of her back. “We don’t have to take a picture.” The two of them made their way down the stairs, Miss Falker heard walking around before giving up. Y/n felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders when she walked outside, the fresh air filling her lungs, the cold wind helping to remember that everything was okay. “Do you want to talk about it?” Aemond asked, standing now a few feet behind her, wracking his brain for reasons why she wouldn’t want a picture of herself on a small bulletin board. 

“No.” 

[sagefranklin]

— yasemin dogan franklin house, claret park.

The nerves ate her alive; her chest stuck somewhere between a fluttering excitement and a worry that the other woman would simply never show up. There was a part of her that considered making a pantless joke, but only held her thumbs over her phone screen for a split second before groaning in frustration with herself and locking it all together, slipping the device into the pocket of her joggers as she glanced toward the tiny blonde contently playing with her toys just a few feet away, unaware of the internal strife she'd caused her mother by one simple misdial. "See what you've gotten us into?" Sage teased, ruffling the toddler's hair slightly as she stood from the spot on the floor they'd been hanging out on, deciding that her anxious energy was better spent putting away a few miscellaneous items and pacing instead. She didn't know what the protocol for this was — if Yasemin actually showed up. Should she send a text to her sister? Make her aware of what was happening, just in case the other Franklin would dare show up out of the blue? Or maybe she should ask for permission? No, that sounded silly, right? They were all grown adults and Asher already said that she never would have minded the relationship between them, just the lack of honesty. Before she could decide, the doorbell rang and pulled her from her worry. Her attention fell completely on the woman who waited beyond the door and Sage took a deep breath before closing the distance between her and the entryway and pulling it open. "Hey. Hi," She started, swallowing any other variation of a greeting that threatened to bubble up. Her gaze cast downward and she couldn't help the soft, awkward chuckle, "Looks like you found pants. That's, uh, that's good."

She was saved from potentially furthering the flush she felt creeping up the back of her neck and spreading toward the tips of her ears by a tiny blonde blur skirting around her, headed straight for where Yasemin stood on the doorstep. A toddler sized cannonball threw itself against the woman, excitedly calling her name.

@yasdogan

[mattybstqrn]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐏𝐓.𝟑) - 𝐂.𝐖

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝟹𝚡

Female Reader x Cole Walter

Isabella stood in her room packing her belongings into a duffle bag. You may be wondering why? well, a few days ago when she left for the Walter's and her parents had their little date night, they decided it would be a good idea to plan a three-day cruise for the two of them and not tell their daughter.

So, now Isabella stood in her packing her clothes. She had already asked Cole if she could stay for a few nights, Cole said he'd ask his parents and according to him, he did... not.

So, Isabella thought that Katherine and George knew and had agreed that she could stay over while her parents were out of town, but little did she know that they had no idea what was going on.

Isabella finished packing and started walking over to the Walter household. Since it was late and mostly everyone was sleeping, so Cole told the girl to go through the backdoor.

Isabella did and made her way up to his room where he laid down on his bed shirtless and pantless, her cheeks turned red, she was very much admiring the view, she had seen him like this before, but it wasn't a thing she saw every day so when she did see it, she took advantage of it.

"You like the view?" Cole cockily asked sitting up, Isabella nervously bit her lip but nodded, "Where's Danny?" she asked as Cole got up to help her with her bag, "Downstairs," he answered, "Couldn't sleep?" she guessed, she knew that when Danny couldn't sleep, he'd go downstairs and studied movies, Cole nodded before grabbing the girls' hands dragging her over to his bed.

"Cole..." she trailed off as he wrapped her legs around his waist, the two sat down on his bed, her straddling his waist and him admiring her, "We don't have to do anything, but..."

"But?" she questioned.

"We could always try and be quiet?" he suggested going in for a kiss but when she dodged it, he went down to her neck, "Cole, c'mon, not now, they're sleeping," she excused pulling herself off of him, "Exactly, they're sleeping, no one's going to hear us,"

"Cole..." she trailed off unsure if she wanted to do this with people in the house, "Please? it'll make both of us feel better,"

"Y'know, you're lucky I missed you," she smiled giving in, she pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss towering over him sitting on top of his lap once again. The two smiled into the kiss and continued to, loving the fact that they finally had some time to themselves.

Isabella then got bored and decided to take control of this moment and push him down onto the bed, she loved when he was in control, but she especially loved when she was in control and Cole didn't mind either. Cole looked up at Isabella with a smirk as she seductively bit her lip before kissing down his neck.

Cole tried his best to stay quiet as he let her do whatever she pleased. She let out a sigh as he flipped the two over, so he was now on top, helping the girl take off her shirt so she was now only in a bra. His hands wandering her body as their kiss and or make-out session got more and more heated.

"Are you sure?" he asked reaching for his draw as she took off her shorts, "Very, I want y-, no, no I need you, Cole." she sternly replied, and he nodded with a small smile, Cole then decided to tease Isabella a little, because she teased him a lot more than a little. He started kissing down her neck and stomach, making sure he didn't miss any spot on her body.

As you probably know, one thing leads to another, and the two got so caught up in the moment that they did something. Something the two they hoped no one heard.

The next day, Isabella and Cole laid tangled in their sheets, both half-clothed, Cole in his normal sleeping attire, which was just shorts, and Isabella with a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

Cole slowly woke up, his eyes feeling heavy, the urge to go to sleep was strong but his eyes begged to stay open once they laid on Isabella as she peacefully slept beside him with her arms wrapped around him, she looked beautiful, the way her hair perfectly laid below her face, the smile on her face that grew each time she touched Cole.

He couldn't help but smile at the girl. He wished she was awake right now, but he was just happy he could call her his.

A few hours later, Cole had fallen asleep once again after struggling to stay awake and appreciate the presence of his girlfriend. And he would've stayed asleep if it wasn't for his dad yelling after him, Cole ignored it and went back to sleep hoping that the yells didn't wake up Isabella, but with all of the yelling he couldn't go back to sleep, "Good morning sunshine," he whispered into her ear as she slept.

Cole continued to ignore the calls of his mom and dad until they stormed into his room, "Do you not hear your father call you...?" Katherine asked trailing off once she saw the girl lying in his bed, "Cole Walter! What is she doing in your bed?!" she angrily asked startling the girl out of her sleep.

Isabella looked around confused by all of the yelling but then realized what was happening, "Mrs. Walter, I promise this is not what it looks like," Isabella half lied, it would be what it looked like if she walked in on them last night but she's walking in on them now and their just sleeping, well they were, "Nothing happened, I promise, I needed a place to stay because my parents planned a cruise and didn't tell me anything so I asked Cole if I could stay for a few nights and he said that he talked to you guys, but he clearly lied to me! and I honestly had no idea until just now," the girl explained raising her voice at Cole and sending him a glare.

"It's fine, you know you can stay as long as you want whenever you want but next time text me and not Cole since he clearly doesn't know how to ask for permission, and you young man, you are in big trouble," Katherine glared at the boy who sent her a tight-lipped smile, "Now both of you come down for breakfast,"

Once Katherine left the room Isabella turned to Cole and immediately started to yell at the boy with a scolding tone, "Why didn't you tell me that she didn't know? you said that I could come over and sleep over? and now I'm finding out that she didn't even know? why would you do that?"

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal," he simply and plainly responded with a shrug, "Oh my god, Cole!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes at the boy and then putting on some more clothes to cover herself up before brushing her teeth and hair and then going downstairs for breakfast.

Cole followed after the girl once he was also done and the two sat at the table with Katherine watching the two in suspicion. Isabella felt Katherine's eyes burning into her soul, but she tried to ignore it, Isabella guessed that Katherine had a sneaking suspicion that something was going on with the two, but she didn't want to be right, she wanted, no she needed to be wrong.

"So," Katherine spoke up looking at the two as she drank her coffee, Isabella tensed up in her seat, "I'm just put it out there and say it, but I know you two are dating," Isabella chocked on her orange juice, spitting it out in the process, "What?" she breathlessly asked, "I know, you guys are dating,"

Isabella shared a worried look with Cole, but he obviously didn't care, he knew they were going to find out eventually, he just didn't know how they'd react and quite frankly he again didn't care. The only way he'd care was if Isabella's parents found out and he knew they wouldn't if he asked everyone not to say anything.

"Have you two got nothing to say for yourself? I mean I'm happy but why didn't you tell me?" Isabella shrugged, not knowing what to say, "We didn't want anyone to know because she didn't want her parents to know and I didn't want anyone to know yet, and neither did Bella," Cole explained standing up from the Island placing his dishes in the sink and then walking about over to Isabella and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Why wouldn't you want your parents to know?"

"My parents and strict and don't want me dating and I didn't want them to dislike Cole because he was dating their daughter... so we didn't say anything, but one day Danny found out and then Isaac found out the other day at dinner," Isabella felt so much better getting everything off of her chest, Katherine was like her real mom and telling her everything that had been happening felt amazing, especially since she told her "best friend/mom"

"I'm so happy Cole finally realized!" Katherine exclaimed bringing the girl into a tight hug making the girl smile, before pulling Cole into the hug as well, "What do you mean finally realize?" Cole asked now that the hug was over, "You're oblivious Cole,"

"What? no, no I'm not,"

Katherine and Isabella looked at each other and then Cole before walking away and upstairs to go talk, "What? I'm not...," he shouted after the two and then he started to think for a second before realizing that Isabella had liked him for a while, and he never realized until a few weeks ago.

A few days had passed, and Isabella's parents were finally back, and after talking to Katherine, Isabella decided it was finally time to tell her parents about her and Cole with the help of Katherine and George of course.

So, before she left and went back home the Walter's once again invited over the Perez's for dinner. Isabella thought that this dinner would turn out horrible and be awkward like the first one, but it wasn't, not exactly...

The two families sat down eating in silence until Katherine spoke up, asking about how the cruise went as the two talked about the cruise George and Pete talked about the farm, and then the kids started talking, Isabella wanted to tell them she just didn't know when the right time was, so she kept quiet as she tried to listen to everyone's conversation, but the noises were too much for her to take in, there was too much talking so she just went out and said it, abruptly standing up, she blurted it out, "Cole and I are dating... which is why we invited you guys over for dinner... so we could tell you and man that felt good to get off my chest,"

"I thought we were going to tell them together?" Cole asked whispering to the girl, "I just couldn't take it anymore," she whispered with a sigh of exhaustion, "It's been like two seconds,"

"I know," she harshly whispered back.

"I'm sorry, what?" Ellie asked, "I love him..." she blurted out looking at the boy next to her, "I love her too," that had been the first time they had said I love you to each other, although Isabella was hoping that moment would be more romantic, their first I love you, pretty romantic if you ask her but this will do.

"I love him," she repeated smiling at the boy, "And he loves me too so if you guys are going to try and break us up, don't."

"Break... what?" Ellie asked, "We would never try and break you guys up; we want you to be happy and if it's with Cole then so be it," Pete spoke up shrugging his shoulder, Isabella stood there confused, she thought, no she knew her parents would immediately take her away from the Walter's and never let her see them again, but she was... wrong? "You might be my little girl," Pete said, "But you're growing up and you're dating now and there's nothing we can do to stop you," Ellie added.

Everyone looked shocked, while Isabella looked confused thinking this was some type of prank, "You're pranking me... right?" she secretly hoped, "Why would we prank you?" Isabella shrugged and muttered a small "I don't know," as her parents brought the couple into a hug congratulating them.

The rest of the night was a blur for Isabella, she was so confused and later that day when she went home after staying at the Walter's and celebrating for a while she didn't get grounded or in trouble in anyway and she was very confused and shocked, she didn't know what was going on but she had a suspicious feeling that her parents were abducted by aliens or something, there had to be something wrong with them, but there wasn't.

They were genuinely happy for her which made her think that maybe they got some help on that cruise which made them become better, or good parents because they had never, ever like that towards her, maybe when she was little but not now.

[kayhi808]

Krewe of Boo

Written for Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge by @she-likesorchids

I used an autumn activity - Halloween with Bucky Barnes. Please enjoy.

*moodboard photos from Pinterest.

Bucky is leaning in the bathroom doorway watching you get ready for the Krewe of Boo Halloween Parade. "I thought we weren't going??"

"Uh, YOU didn't want to go. I'm going." Leaning back from the mirror to study your placement of glitter and crystals on your face. "Just because you don't want to go, I have to stay home??" You look at him like he's crazy. "Besides, I told Sarah & the boys I'd meet them. Sam has been invited to ride the owner's float." You move past him into the bedroom to put on your rabbit ears.

"Who are you supposed to be?"

Frowning, "I'm the White Rabbit," you slip on your coat tails jacket with pocket watch. "We're doing Alice in Wonderland. Sarah is the Queen of Hearts. We tried to get Cass & AJ to go as Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum, but they weren't having it."

"I don't think the White Rabbit wore shorts."

"The White Rabbit is sometimes pantless. Would you prefer that?" You start unbuttoning your shorts. Bucky glares at you & you laugh, unintimidated. You shrug, "I don't know what time I'll be home. But before midnight. I love you." You give him a kiss & leave.

*****

"Throw me Somethin', Monsta!"

The crowds, both adults and kids alike chant this, as the floats roll pass. Beads, candy, doubloons & trinkets are thrown out at the crowds. The colors and sounds are over whelming, but you can't help but get caught up in the crowd's enthusiasm. You, Sarah & the boys are having fun. AJ & Cass met up with a few of their friends, so the bunch of you are singing and dancing & having fun.

*****

Bucky said he didn't want to go, but not 30 minutes after you left, he got up to look for you. He tells himself he just wants to be sure you're safe. It was easy to find you, so he just leaned up against the building to keep an eye on you.

He smiles to himself watching your antics with the boys. He doesn't know how he got so lucky. You love him so freely even when he's difficult to love. Sam's family has adopted him as one of their own. He's become another uncle to Sam's nephews. From having nothing and no one, he's really found a home in New Orleans.

******

You're dancing with Sarah to the music when you feel hands on your hips. You stop dancing to turn, thinking someone needed you to move out of their way. An unfamiliar voice in your ear says, "Keep dancing, baby."

You look up into the face of a pale doughy stranger. You frown, placing you hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him firmly back. "Stop." His hands drop from your waist, and you turn back to Sarah & the kids. You know the man hasn't left because Sarah is glaring over your shoulders. That glare runs in the family because she reminds you so much of Sam in this moment. She grabs your hand and pulls you closer to her.

"Hey, Dollface." Now, that voice you recognize. You turn seeing Bucky glaring down at the man. "Sorry I'm late. Who's your new friend?" Bucky purposely steps into the man's personal space. He hitches his left shoulder & the man's eye drops down to Bucky's Vibranium arm.

"He's not our friend."

"Look man, I wasn't looking for trouble." He holds his hands up in surrender & quickly backs up into the crowd.

You step into Bucky's arms, "I thought you didn't want to come." Bucky just shrugs and places a kiss on your lips that makes you crave more. You pinch his arm knowing he's being a tease. He dramatically flinches & gives Sarah & the kids a wave. AJ runs up to Bucky to touch his metal arm. He's always so fascinated by it. He proceeds to tell Bucky about everything he saw tonight.

Sam pulls up on the next float and you guys go CRAZY for him!! Sam is a total goofball, playing up to the crowds. "Throw me somethin', Monsta!" The chant is deafening for Captain America.

Sam sees you all in the crowd and you can't mistake the happiness. He gives a surprised look to see Bucky in the crowd with you and you laugh and feel Bucky's arm around your waist squeeze you tighter. Sam sends a bunch of beads and candies your way.

Later, as you and Bucky walk home, he's adorned in beads and stickers all along his vibranium arm with a heart filled with love.

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[acearohippo]

Really been emotionally driven by Lewis and Bonnie lately.

I don't know how young they were when they became espers, unsure if that one game trailer of Lewis in the boxing ring was his transformation (the dumbass) or if he "turned on" his power out of rage (still a dumbass, I hope his sister called him stupid) but I'm going to just err on the side that most young espers aren't transforming until they're in midteen range, like 14,15,16 years old and up. It's less common, but still occurs often to have espers between the ages of 11-13 but 10-ish and younger, you're rarely seeing the kids survive the transformation.

And I'm just bombarded with these ideas that Lewis and Bonnie are the average kind of kids, so they are living on the streets, without esper powers, up until Lewis gets his break when he's 15 and makes the decision to join the Esper Academy, because if he can get in that would gaurantee his sister shelter. Bonnie, of course, doesn't agree because they've both seen how the Union has "prioritised" neutralising the affects of the Miracles, putting money and time into weapons and other destructive researches, rather than gathering resources and supplies to help the people who without homes, without parents, and are ill. And Lewis agrees that he doesn't fully trust the place, but he's also had to rush back to their hideout to find his sister either missing or in the process of being harassed/kidnapped by known local traffikers, and Lewis himself has had issues with them too and it's gotten to risky and while he'll happily bash the face in of any paedo who dares touch them, he'd prefer it more if they grow up without fearing that they'd wake up, separated, in some strange, pervy adult's room. And that's just him and his sister, the both of them also intervene when other kids are endangered of trafficking, which has placed a big target on the both of them by the underground thugs and contractors who are "losing business".

At least this way, he could learn how to better control his powers and get a better idea of how the Union works on the inside, so he can then return and use his knowledge to help those the Union has forgotten about. At least this way, he won't have to waste precious time trying to create a plan to get him, his sister, and whoever kid they found out of harm's way quicker, without needing to leave anyone behind or wait until the perfect hour to launch a rescue (He still remembers how Bonnie clung to him, shaking and angrily crying, too many bruises and cuts on her malnourished body, her nails ripped and bleeding, shielded from the elements only by a disgusting blanket made even dirtier but the fresh blood from the whimpering, pantless man cowering in the corner. He was almost too late. He was almost too late.) He can go in swinging now, set the whole damn place and whoever gets in his way on fire now. But he lacks control and understanding how to activate his Esper powers, and that could lead to even worse mistakes.

Bonnie hates living in the orphanage. She doesn't trust the adults, can't with how she and Lewis grew up, and would frequently sneak out to find her brother at the academy. He never sent her back or turned her away, but she also wasn't an Esper so she couldn't join in on his classes. Not that any teachers could stop her, and once her brother became friends with Li Ling, there was really nothing anyone could say or do that would keep her from looking out for Lewis. He's a simpleminded man, often too caught up in what was right in front of him to notice the threat surrounding him (she still remembers the way the so called "nice couple" that hired the two of them for easy lawn work leared at her brother, tasking him with jobs that would keep him within their sight, the woman "innocently" groping his arms and stomach as she tuttered that he was too thin and gleefully feeding him pastries to "fatten him up", her husband personally "training" him with "hand's on" exercises and stretches. To this day, Lewis teases her about her immaturity and clinginess to him that eventually made him start choosing jobs they could do together, and she will gladly throw more tantrums and act like a spoiled little girl to keep manipulative people like them away from her brother.)

Of course Bonnie joined the shadow decree after she became an Esper. The Union is bound to fail her brother at some point, and with the freedom of the shadow decree on her side, she'll make sure to provide him a safety net when, inevitably, someone takes advantage of his honesty and loyalty.

[vanillann]

this is how you fall in love

(s.h. x gender neutral!reader)

i. ii. iii.

i wrote a fic like this for george weasley and i got bored a wrote one for steve

it’s sucks for beware

TW: nightmare and talk of death

Steve's knuckles gripped the nailed baseball bat with fear. He didn't know where Dustin or anyone else had gone; he could only hear the faint sound of screams. Fog climbed up his leg like an animal climbing a tree.

"Guys!"

His voice echoed off the imagery walls of his mind, and a piercing howl followed closely behind. He was going to die, he was confident in that, but he really didn't want to die alone. He didn't want Dustin to find his mangled body with blood seeping through his new polo. He didn't want Robin to beg him to walk up because they had a shift on Tuesday he couldn't miss. He didn't want Max to lose another brother; she didn't deserve that.

Steve always knew he would die alone; he just hoped he was wrong.

"Steve," the gentle voice made Steve panic more; since when could a Demogorgon talk?

"Steve!"

His body bolted forward, the sweat sticking the butter-yellow sheets to his calves. Cold hands ghosted over his clammy figure, bringing him back to reality. The vintage dresser and vase of sunflowers reminded Steve of the life he had built. No Demogorgon in sight, and he was far from alone.

"Are you okay, sweets?" (Y/N) sat up fully, holding the sheets close to their chest as it rose and fell rapidly. With the wild hair and panic breathing, Steve wondered whether he was the one who actually had the nightmare or was it his sweet lover.

"Did I wake you up?" Steve swallowed the last scream, hoping to forget the panic moments ago.

"Do you need some tea? I can get the satin sheets. I know those always help when you sweat in your sleep," before Steve could answer, (Y/N) was falling out of bed. Their pantless form scurried across the carpeted floor, muttering under their breath.

Steve wished they'd stay in bed a few minutes longer because now he was alone again. His fingers rubbed the worry from his hair, which he sloppy cut all those years ago after reading an article at the doctor that hair could hold memories. He thought giving himself a horrible haircut would stop the nightmares, but they didn't, and he no longer had his perfect hair. He cried, rightfully sobbed, until (Y/N) came home and braided the choppy strains. He came home the next day with every hair product that promised fast growth.

The memory calmed Steve's nerves long enough to remove himself from the soft bedding and make his way through the apartment. The sound of dishes crashing to the floor made a smirking ghost over his strong jawline.

"Shit," (Y/N) stood in the center of a chaotic mess holding a steaming cup of coffee that was almost white from milk and sugar.

Just how he liked it.

"We really need to move those pans," Steve pointed to the pots and pans that hung over the island, which was a cute idea but with the way (Y/N) moved, it was a funeral waiting to happen, and he could lose them to a pot. He couldn't lose them, period.

"Go back to bed," (Y/N) ignored the comment, moving to grab a muffin that Nancy had dropped off a few days ago after Robin and her started watching a new cooking show.

"You first," Steve picked up the pans and other things that ended on the floor and took a seat on the mismatched barstools.

"You're the one having nightmares," they sighed, sitting beside him on the other barstool. He said nothing, looping his finger on the leg and dragging in so close Steve could hear their heartbeat through the thick band tee.

"I'm fine."

"Liar."

Steve felt tingles climb up his spine with a rush to his head. They knew he wasn't okay. It wasn't just the screaming and thrashing in his sleep; no, it was much more than that. It was Nancy and Robin conveniently finding the recipe for his favorite muffin. It was the guest room for when he needed someone who survived those attacks to be here in case he needed to talk. It was the fact there wasn't a baseball bat in the house, even if (Y/N) played in their free time.

This was pure, honest love, and Steve couldn't contain the emotions running around his cerebral cortex.

"I love you, you know?"

"I know; I love you." Steve couldn't name the day or even the month it happened, but he watched (Y/N) 's eye bags watching him like the stars during a meteor shower, he knew.

This was falling in love, Steve Harrington was in love, and he was far from alone. It was his greatest fear since his junior year, hell, maybe even before then. He thought the upside down would take everything from him because he would let it. He wasn't strong enough to save everyone.

Barb.

Bob.

Billy.

Heather.

He let the upside-down win; even if he wasn't there, he shouldn't have done something. He was supposed to save everyone, and he couldn't, but sitting in the messy kitchen with the love of his life watching him so closely, he knew.

This was how he fell in love.

His knuckles, the same ones white from fear only moments earlier, now traced his lover's jaw. He saved himself for them without even knowing it.

"Thank you," he muttered softly as if the cabinets could hear the inanimate conversation.

"Don't thank me for loving you; just love me back," (Y/N) leaned closer to his touch, softly closing their eyes.

"I can do that," and he would forever.

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

26 and/or 27 with blupjeans :3c?

26. [Covered in kiss marks] Yeah, well. You should see the other guy.

27. [Clearly been bitten by a vampire] Yeah, well. You should see the other guy.

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The first thing Barry processed when he woke up is that he was cold as fuck. He had a blanket over him, somewhat reminiscent of when they put a sheet over a dead body, but he was freezing. Usually, when he got this cold, he'd get goosebumps, but they were absent. In fact, a lot of things were absent. The back pain he had had for the past two days was gone and the ache in his right knee was gone as well. Instead, the only real feeling his body had besides the utter chill was the warmth seeping from the side of his neck.

Ah. Right. Okay. Now he could remember.

Barry sat up, letting the blanket fall. He was shirtless- nope, let's not think about that. Okay, no, he was going to have to because when he swung his legs off the bed he was pantless too. He found his jeans near the end of the bed and his shirt nearby as well. They did little to help with the freezing feeling, but it did make him feel a little more protected.

After that, he shuffled out of his room, peeking towards the kitchen.

Lup was at the kitchen table, filling one of Barry's water bottles with a pint of blood. Normally, Barry would have asked her to bring one of her own cups to do that with (the iron taste never really did wash out), but seeing as... well. Barry would be getting used to the iron taste pretty soon.

"Babe," Lup said. She shook the last few drops from the blood bag and threw it basketball-style into his kitchen trashcan. It bounced off the rim and hit the floor. Lup ignored that entirely. "How're you feeling?"

She had a hickey on her neck. Barry put that there. Welp. Okay. He was fine. This was a normal morning. Sometimes, you and your girlfriend just had a good time and you, y'know, die because she turned you into a vampire. Consensually. Maybe Barry's priorities were a little mixed up right now, but all his mind could focus on is that Lup still looked super fucking hot.

"Uhm," he said. Distracted. He was distracted. Zero back in, Barry. "Not... great? Not bad. But not great."

"Medicore," Lup said. She gestured for him to sit down and pushed the blood-filled water bottle toward him. Barry grimaced at it and she nudged him with her arm. She was sitting incredibly close to him. He'd have to get used to this. "Try some, you big baby."

"Trying," Barry said, popping the lid open. He looked into the bottle. That sure was blood, alright. At Lup's judgemental look, he took a deep breath in and then let it out, shaking off the nervousness. It was blood. He was hungry. He asked for this. To be a vampire, not to drink blood, but same difference.

He took a sip.

This was... fuck, this was so good. There was a pang in his stomach and Barry just now realized how hungry he was. He lifted the bottle and drink more. Lup laughed from next to him.

"Slowly, Bar," she said, putting a hand on his wrist. Barry took another sip before pulling away and Lup smiled. "We've got time."

"We've got time," Barry said. He laughed a little. "We've got time! Oh my god!"

"Yeah," Lup said, grinning now. "We do."

Barry grinned, sweeping her into a hug. Lup laughed again, a little louder. He pulled back just enough to kiss her and Lup giggled into that too. He scraped his lip with his fangs by accident and had to move away much too soon. It wasn't bleeding (an obvious side effect of him no longer having blood) but it stung a bit. Lup put her hand on his knee and squeezed.

"Think we made the right choice?" Lup asked. Barry took another sip of the blood, a giddy feeling rising in his chest. He nodded, trying not to seem too excited about it all. But fuck, they had time. The majority of their relationship had been balanced on the fact that she was going to outlive him and every day had been one step closer to that. But they had time.

"We have time," Barry said again, elated.

"We do," Lup said. "What'd we do now?"

"Literally anything," Barry said. "I don't care as long as you're-"

"Rob a blood bank," Lup said immediately.

"Okay, I care a little," Barry corrected. "I was thinking like, the park, or-"

"A regular bank."

"Close, but no," Barry said, smiling. "But we have the time for that later." He paused. "That was a joke. I'm joking."

"I got it," Lup said, leaning in to kiss him again. "I would never make you rob a bank. I love you too much to let you get arrested."

"Aw," Barry said. "I love you too."

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 30-Free Use/Overstimulation/Cuddling

The Ghost and Molly McGee-Mollie, Molly/OCs, Ollie/OCs

It's Halloween night at Gentlelads' and Molly and Ollie are open up… to everybody

written for @kinktober2023

requested by @ramdomaxes

Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

It was Halloween and Gentlelad's was having a blowout. Molly and Ollie had agreed to do a reverse-glory hole for the night. The couple met in the back and stripped down on their birthday suits.

"Looking good Chen," Molly said, admiring her boyfriend's bare ass.

"Not so bad yourself McGee." He gave her ass a playful slap. She giggled in response.

At thirteen, neither of them had grown body hair yet. Both were as smooth as a baby's bottom. Molly's chest was barely there enough to justify the training bra she wore. Her nipples were a delicious dark brown. Ollie little Ollie was actually a decent size and uncut to boot. Andrea walked in wearing a slutty cat costume, complete with tail buttplug.

"Thank you so much for doing this," She told the nude couple.

"Always happy to help," Molly replied back.

Andrea pointed to two holes in the wall. "We're gonna set you up here. Darryl and I will be taking tickets, making sure you guys each get one customer at a time." She clapped her hands together. "Alright, let's get you guys locked in."

Laying down on their backs, Molly and Ollie got on the small tables. The tops were of course cushioned. Their legs were hiked up; they were fitted into the holes. Both their butts and genitals were exposed on the other side of the wall. The two were surprised with how close they were together. They could easily touch each other. Molly reached out and bumped her arm to his. He took her hand and their fingers intertwined.

After a few moments, they heard two pairs of footsteps. One for Ollie and one for Molly, perfect. The shuffling of feet stopped. Molly gasped as a pair of fingers penetrated her slit. Beside her Ollie grunted as someone played with his cock. Once Ollie got hard, he felt a pair of pussy lips envelop him. Next to him, Molly felt the fingers replaced by dick. After a bit of thrusting on both ends, the customers came and left.

“Woo, that was cra-zy,” Molly said.

“Yeah, that was-” Ollie was interrupted by the sound of more people entering.

“Isn’t this a little soon?” Molly asked.

Any further questions were cut off by another cock in her pussy. Next to her Ollie was dealing with his first cock up his ass. After the second creampie, Molly was annoyed.

“Okay, I don’t think that's how it’s supposed to goOOOO!” Molly got a fresh new cock up her butt while a second person licked her sex. Someone new was riding Ollie’s cock. “Okay, okay this is way too much.” Molly knocked against the wall. “Darryl?! Darryl?”

Darryl, meanwhile, was counting the money he was getting from letting the customers in en masse. “100, 200, 300.” He was sitting at a stool, no pants, with June sucking his dick. Next to him, Andrea had a pantless Libby bent in front of her, and armed with a strap-on was eagerly thrusting into her.

Back in the room, Molly was taking her tenth cock. She reached out for Ollie and put her hand on his chest. Ollie, who was struggling with his own fuckfest, looked at her and smiled. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She did the same. They held each other close, which wasn’t the most comfortable thing considering the bottoms were locked in, but it was nice to feel the touch of someone familiar.

Ollie smiled, Molly’s chest felt warm and nice. And he could feel her heartbeat. It was a nice distraction as he felt more cum hit his buttocks. “Are you doing alright?”

“Nggg, I've been better,” Molly said, feeling another orgasm shake her body. “You feel nice though.”

“You too.”

The two held each other, cuddling and snuggling their bodies together. As a barrage of unfamiliar lips, fingers, dicks, and pussies made the two cum again and again; they found solace in each other's touches.

The orgasms shook the 13-year-old’s to their core. They held each other close, their hearts beating in their chest. One final orgasm tore through them; a tongue swirling around Molly's punished clit and a large cock massaging Ollie’s prostate. With one final scream the night was over.

The two laid there trying to catch their breaths. Their behinds were coated and dripping with several different bodily fluids. Their genitals were red and sore. Andrea and Darryl rushed in to free the two.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry.”

Cum dripping off her naked butt, Molly said, “What the heck guys!”

“They just kept giving me money,” Darryl said. “I got lost in the moolah.”

Andrea said, “And I got distracted.” Libby wobbled into the room behind her.

“It’s fine. Forgive and forget I say,” Molly said.

“You want a cut of the cash,” Darryl said.

“I want a cut of the cash,” Molly said.

[the-shin-reborn]

Sleep mode

After a couple days in Atlas Ruby has noticed something about Penny's day and night habits. Ruby went up to Penny and asked her after a couple days of observation.

Ruby: Hey Penny! I have a question for you.

Penny: Go ahead and ask your question friend Ruby.

Ruby: Well I just wanted to know if you sleep? I've seen go into your room and out in the morning with the rest of us.

Penny: I do! I go into a sleep mode that helps me recharge. When I go into this mode nothing interrupts my charge unless it's an emergency.

Ruby smiled as her eyes widened with excitement from learning about her robotic features. Ruby had a great idea and invited Penny to her room for a sleepover. Penny agreed to meet her that night and flew away with a huge smile on her face. Penny came out of the changing room in green panties and a sports bra type of top. After a bit of gossip both girls went to sleep. After a couple minutes Ruby grinned and opened one of her eyes and checked if the coast was clear. Ruby stood up and began to whisper Penny's name. After a couple times she yanked off the blanket and saw that Penny didn't move an inch. Ruby giggles as she begins to poke Penny's sleeping body. Ruby was amazed as the material actually felt like skin. Ruby stopped and pondered for a second as she slowly placed her hand on Penny's breast. Ruby was speechless as she was amazed on how real they felt and slipped off Penny's top. She continued to play with Penny's breasts with amazement.

Ruby: Wow~ these feel amazing~ I wonder...

Ruby suddenly started to pitch a tent in her pajama bottoms. She whipped out her throbbing cock and sat on Penny's chest. She was still amazed on how Penny didn't react to any of this. Ruby pressed Penny's breast together and began to tit fuck her robot friend. Ruby bit her lower lip as she thrusted her cock into Penny's cleavage. As Ruby picked up the pace she suddenly stopped herself.

Ruby panting: Oh~ that was really close~. I don't want to cum on her face and get her dirty~.

Ruby's eyes slowly gets off Penny and looks at her body. Ruby's cock twitches and bulges more as her eyes looked at Penny's panties. Ruby was having an eternal battle but she caved in and slid off her friends panties. Ruby slowly slid in her cock and moaned from the tightness. Ruby thrusted her cock balls deep as she stopped thinking about what she was doing. Ruby felt her cock was about to erupt but she couldn't stop herself. Ruby pulled out and gave one last deep thrust before emptying her balls inside Penny. Hours later and Penny woke up to find Ruby pantless passed out next to her, her own top rolled above her tits, her panties around her ankles and cum flowing out of her pussy.

Penny shaking her head with a smile: You know you could just ask next time

Ruby: I'm sorry... I couldn't hold it in...

[ficsandgiggles]

MCU Cast Masterlist

Here are all my fics with the Marvel cast!

Tom Holland

Worth It - RDJ discovers Tom Holland’s adorable secret which benefits the scene greatly during the filming of Civil War. (Ticklish!TomHolland)

A Well-Deserved Break - Tom Holland checks up on Y/N, only to discover that they’re stressed from uni, so he takes the time to cheer them up. (Ticklish!Reader)

Mario Kart Battles - Tom Holland and Y/N have a games night, and it was all going well until Tom finds out something interesting about Y/N... (Ticklish!Reader)

The Perfect Take - Tom and the reader prepare and film a tickle scene together. (Ticklish!Reader)

Interviews Aren’t Always Boring - The reader sneakily tickles Tom Holland whilst he’s doing a pantless interview, but he’s quick to get his own back. (Ticklish!TomHolland and Ticklish!Reader)

Chris Evans

The Wrap Up Party - Y/N and the Avengers cast has just finished filming a movie, so RDJ throws a party which makes Y/N feel a little down. Thankfully, Chris Evans is there to cheer them up. (Ticklish!Reader)

Captain Ticklish - Chris Evans is anxious about a Civil War press event, but thankfully RDJ and Seb are there to help calm his nerves. (Ticklish!ChrisEvans)

On-Screen Family - You, Lizzie and Chris E take the time to bond together as a family before you play as one for an upcoming movie. (Ticklish!All)

Sebastian Stan

Sebastian’s Turn - Sequel to The Wrap Up Party where Seb gets a turn in tickling Y/N. (Ticklish!Reader)

Elizabeth Olsen

Giggles On Set - Lizzie invites the reader to watch Wandavision being filmed, and then cheers her little up in her usual way during the break. (Ticklish!Reader)

The Head Tilt - Lizzie brings out her inner Wanda when you’re a little too cheeky for her liking. (Ticklish!Reader)

Break Time feat Scarlett Johannson - The reader ends up falling asleep on set when it’s break time, so Scarlett and Lizzie come to gently wake them up. (Ticklish!Reader)

Premiere Preparation - The reader is nervous about attending a huge premiere for the first time, but thankfully Lizzie is there to reassure them and cheer them up. (Ticklish!Reader)

Scarlett Johannson and Florence Pugh

ScarFlo Sandwich - You are about to meet Scarlett and Florence for the first time so you can get to know each other so you’re ready for an upcoming film, they’re quick to find out your weakness. (Ticklish!Reader)

The Bad Guy - You feel awkward as you watched Scarlett and Florence have a tickle fight, but after Scarlett notices that you feel left out, they turn their attention to you. (Ticklish!All)

A Sweet Surprise - You and your friend spot Scarlett and Florence in a restaurant, after passing a note to them, they decide to come and join you. (Ticklish!Reader and Ticklish!Florence)

Don’t Ignore Florence Pugh (just Flo) - you and Florence are once again reunited to play sisters in a movie. Florence spends time with another actor briefly so you playfully ignore her until she wrecks you. (Ticklish!reader with a little bit of ticklish!Florence)

Pre-Filming Laughter (just Scarlett) - you play Scarlett’s daughter in your very first movie and the actress helps to calm your nerves. (Ticklish!Reader)

[aemonds-little-belle]

FEELINGS SOLD SEPARATLEY

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (THE MISUNDERSTANDING)

Modern!Aemond x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mindSlow Burnit's so slowbut I think it's greatlike genuinely two idiots in lovebut they take soooo long to noticeUghI love fanfiction

NOTE - I'm sorry for leaving y'all hanging for so long! This chapter is slightly shorter than past ones, and probably not as great, seeing as I've been stressed while writting it, I just, it just happened like that, and I'm sorry! Please enjoy!

(Special thank you to @throughgoeshamilton who laid their own series headcannons on me and then me expand them, and also listened to my headcannons and helped me expand them as well. Truly thankful!!! <3)

+ + + + + +

A movie played quietly in the background, the world outside darkening as Y/n and Aemond enjoyed the calm that surrounded them. Aemond was sat up straight, his posture hardly ever wavering, Y/n laid across the couch, head in his lap. Aemond didn’t mean to let his hand wander to Y/n’s hair, nor did he mean to rub soothing circles against her scalp with his fingers, and yet neither of them seemed to mind. “Stop wiggling.” Aemond hummed, Y/n’s legs moving about every few seconds. 

“My pants are itchy.” Y/n huffed, her body going limp in a dramatic flare. 

“Hmm.” Aemond still hadn’t even glanced her way, his eye drawn, and seemingly stuck on the movie. “Take them off then.” 

“What?” Y/n questioned, abruptly sitting up to look at him. 

“If your pants are uncomfortable, take them off.” He explained matter of factly, his hand reaching for the remote, the tv soon silenced. Y/n looked to Aemond with shock dripping from her features, her eyes scanning his face for any sign he was doing this to make fun of her, to mock her soon to be bare legs, to have her vulnerable and pantless, in his apartment. But she shook her head, knowing it wasn’t her worry, but Alys’s words making her second guess Aemond’s intentions. 

Her eyes met his, Aemond smirking slightly as she stood up, a puff of air leaving her chest as worry flooded through her veins, her hands went to the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up slightly to access the button. Her hands slightly shaky as she popped it open, the zipper soon pulled down before she froze slightly. “Um, did you mean for me to actually take my pants off or were you just kid…” 

Aemond shook his head, leaning forwards and wiggling his fingers through her belt loops, pulling her closer towards him, her calves brushing against the couch. “I’m not kidding, little dragon.” He said seriously, his eye meeting hers as he tugged slightly, her pants lowering a few inches. “I want you to be comfortable in my home.” He tugged again. “You don’t wear pants at your home, I don’t expect you to wear them here either.” He teased, reminding her of the morning she answered the door pantsless. 

“Aemond.” Y/n placed her hands on his, stopping the tugging, pulling them away, her underwear now on display slightly, Aemond humming up at her as she spoke. “I just, I don’t, you …” She stuttered, unable to find the words she wished to speak. She took a step back, a few tears that werent there a moment ago lining her eyes, falling down her cheeks. “I want to go home.” She whispered, stepping away from Aemond, her hands shaking as she pulled her pants up, closing them, her eyes frantically looking around the room for her coat, her legs practically sprinting to the door, pushing the elevator button like her life depended on it. 

“Y/n!” Aemond called, his voice filled with worry, his legs following the same path she took, just not fast enough.

“Bye.” She smiled as best she could, stepping into the elevator. “Thank you for dinner. Sorry, I’m sorry.” She cried, the elevator doors closing. 

+

Y/n hadn’t left bed for hours, the sun out, city busy, her building creaking as the hours passed by. She had called in sick to the coffee shop, Eyla worried, but understanding as she reassured Y/n she would be okay. Y/n told her it was her burn that hurt, that she wasn’t ready to get back to work, that she needed a day to adjust. But in reality her burn was fine, stinging if she touched it, or pain radiating it if it chafed against the gauze at an uncomfortable angle, but she felt fine, it was her mind that hurt, thoughts rattling around without end. “Y/n.” A voice called, knocking at the door following. “Y/n.” The voice said louder, Aemond’s deep tone distinguishable that time. 

Y/n took a deep breath, her tears ran out an hour ago, and yet they threatened to spill once again. When the door opened she was met with Aemond, his eye as intense as ever. “Hi.” Y/n smiled, realizing she didn’t message him saying she wasn’t feeling good, rule ten shattered once again. 

“Hmm.” Aemond nodded, glad that she at least knew part of why he was here, stepping past her as she stood still, hoping that maybe if she didn’t move he wouldn’t see her. “When Eyla said you had called in sick I was confused.” He leaned against her kitchen counter, his hands clasping it on either side of himself. “I thought maybe my ringer was off, or maybe my phone had died.” He smirked, his eye flicking up to Y/n’s frame, a large t-shirt on, yet pantsless once again. 

“I meant to ca …” 

“I don’t want excuses, you broke a rule, Y/n, I just want to know why.” He was clearly mad, his words short and to the point, his knuckles snow white against the counter, eye squinting slightly, hell the use of Y/n’s name, not once, but twice, was good enough evidence that he wasn’t happy. 

“I’m scared.” Y/n admitted, her hands crossed over her chest, her eyes avoiding him. “What if I can’t satisfy you, Aemond? Like Alys can?” Aemond felt a shiver run down his spine, he should have talked to Y/n about Alys’s words more than he did, her vile accusations clearly causing the damage she wished they would. 

“Y/n.” Aemond sighed, adjusting his stance.

“No, I just.” She sighed, unsure of how she should bring her next point up, if she should bring it up. “Did you sleep with all of your Sugar Babies?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes trained on the ground still, every ounce of her being filled with dread.

“Y/n, I don’t think …” He began, hoping to avoid this conversation, but Y/n persisted.

“I want an answer, Aemond, I need to know.” A few tears finally slid down her cheeks, falling to her shirt, creating small wet spots.  

“Yes.” He shifted, his arms now crossed against his chest, his jaw clenched, eye closed, his head lifted to the sky, a last attempt, a call to the gods to stop the conversation. 

“But not me?” Y/n couldn’t believe the words she spoke. ‘Why am I mad? Jealous?’ 

“You’re different, Y/n, I’ve made that clear.” His voice was low and demanding, his anger clear, yet it’s destination wasn’t. 

“So you won’t fuck me because I’m poor?” She scoffed, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, her head shaking before she spoke again. “Or is it because I’m fat, Aemond?” Y/n angrily questioned, she hadn’t felt so frustrated in a long time, the thought of being seen as less than throwing her off an invisible ledge.  

“I would never fuck you.” He began, Y/n’s angry reserve breaking, her pleading eyes back again. He panicked. “I won’t fuck you because I like you, Y/n.” Aemond was shocked at his own words, he wasn’t sure he wanted to admit his feelings yet, if Y/n would even care for them, and yet they wouldn’t stop making themself known. The room went silent, Aemond waited for Y/n to intervene, to get angry, and she waited for him to take his words back, say he was just joking, that he didn’t mean he liked her, that everything was a lie, a ploy, a game. “I don’t want to fuck you, then buy you a purse.” He tried not to seeth, not let his anger for Alys and her mischievous ways slip through in what he said, and yet it did ever so subtly. “I want to take care of you, be there for you. I want to be more than a fuck buddy and a wallet for you to use as you please.” Aemond’s chest heaved, his heart racing as the room went silent.

“I don’t want you to be a fuck buddy either.” Y/n whispered. 

The room fell silent again for a moment, the two of them kicking themselves mentally for not speaking their minds the night before, the miscommunication useless and problematic. “But you want me to fuck you?” Aemond smirked. 

“No.” Y/n mumbled, her cheeks warm, her bare legs suddenly at the forefront of her mind. 

“You looked sad, when I said I wouldn’t fuck you.” Aemond’s smirk never left his mischievous lips, his arms still crossed against his chest, though he leaned towards her slightly, and even though he stood feet away, he felt much closer to her than he had been mere moments ago. 

“Jealous.” Y/n quipped back. “I was jealous, and confused, not sad.” The anger her eyes held only minutes ago crept back in slightly, Aemond’s smirk growing, his chest puffing full of air, he missed the teasing, the banter, the car ride to the grocery store popping into his mind. 

Aemond shook his head slightly. “No more running away.” His voice was serious once more. “You have a habit of running away when things get tough, and it can’t continue.” His crossed arms tightened slightly against his chest. 

Y/n pouted, lifting her hands in defeat. “See! You already have to change the rules, I’m bad at this!” Her anxieties crept back in, the conversation taking another nose dive. “But Aly’s …” 

“Stop.” Aemond barked, trying his hardest not to yell. He uncrossed his arms, taking long strides to Y/n, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to look at him, to really hear him. “Stop comparing yourself to her.” His voice was breathy, desperate. “I like you. I like your smile, your jokes, I like you.” She nodded her head. “Alys and the others meant nothing to me. But you, Y/n, you have me wrapped around your finger.” He smiled, chuckling slightly in disbelief over his own words, shocked he was so willing to admit what he had known since their first meeting.

“Which finger?” Y/n smiled, making a joke as she tried not to cry, his words genuine and scary, yet exciting. 

Aemond just laughed, his head tipping forward, Y/n leaning in so their foreheads touched, then their noses. “Whichever finger you want, little dragon.” He whispered, his words meant only for them, this moment made only for them. 

Y/n leaned in a little closer, tilting her head to the side slightly, Aemond’s eye watching her ever so seriously. “Aemond?” She asked, her hands lifting to grasp his wrists, not to pull them away, but to ensure he didn’t let go. 

“Y/n?” 

Her breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his head tilting the opposite way as hers had just as second ago. ‘Just a little closer’. The two of them were silent, sharing breaths as the room around them seemed to fade from their minds, the light buzz from her fridge filling their ears. “Can, can you.” She pleaded, trying to push her face towards his, but he just chuckled and pulled away, his hands tilting her head back, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip as she crumbled. “Please, Aemond.” 

“Hmm.” He hummed, teasley leaning in, ‘Am I really going to do this?’ ‘Yes.’.“Your manners mean nothing if I don’t know what you're asking for, little dragon.” His thumb brushed trailed along her bottom lip one last time, making it’s way back to her cheek. 

“Please, kiss me.”

[sea-owl]

ELOISE gives birth in the Greenhouse!?

Was one of those bizarre accidental unassisted births?

Was she just found pantless, covered in her own blood, holding a newborn?

Tell me!

So it was a mixture of Eloise having false labor contractions previously so she didn't realize she was in actual labor and a fast delivery.

She also wasn't completely alone, the twins were with her at the time looking for flowers to make a bouquet for the new baby. Her water broke and she sent the twins to go find Phillip. Phillip came to Eloise and had the twins call for an ambulance. He stayed and helped Eloise through the birth.

Well Penelope Crane refused to wait any longer and came into the world screaming among her father's plants.

The ambulance came not too long after and transported Mama and baby to the hospital to make sure everything was ok. Phillip called the rest of the family to let them know the baby was born and that he would let them know when Eloise was ready for visitors.

[maxmcyfield]

what a ride! / perlan / university au circa 2019? @jokermoreau

Today's agenda is riding. 

It wasn't planned, per se. These things never are. But somehow while having lunch together, they ended up on the topic of their… sessions. One thing led to another and suddenly, they are on the couch, pantless and shoving their tongues in each other's mouths while he has his tip planted comfortably inside her.

She doesn't remember what started it either. Something about horses, ironically.

He's being gentle with her though. He always is, but this time, she can feel the tight grip around her waist. How he's hesitating. She almost wants him to snap, but she also knows she can't handle it if he did.

"Okay," he murmurs into her ear, and she's surprised at how stable his voice sounds. "You can move down."

Percy wordlessly nods, her brain too preoccupied to form any words, complying to his instruction faithfully. It's not painful anymore when more of him enters her — hasn't been in a while. It helps that he'd fingered her just now, but she still can't over the feeling of him. The delicious stretch that his cock provides, the inevitable way her head spins from the pleasure. It feels too good, so much so that it's as if her body is rejecting it. Like the pure vulgarity from the passion shocking her system as if she were some puritan celibate.

The irony isn't lost on her either — the fact that they're married makes this… thing, all the sex they've been having, be completely morally okay. (And she's not even religious!) Technically. But the way he's looking at her right now, eyes dark with want, his cock stuffing her full with every inch she's lowering herself on it — makes it feel dirty. Sinful, even.

"That's it," he hums, making sure to hold her strong so that she won't take too much of him all at once. She's thankful for it too, because she's sure she'd just come if he shoved it in there. "Good girl."

Fuck. Percy tightens around him, the petname causing her to whimper. He groans in response, digging his fingers deeper into her hips. That doesn't stop her though - instead, she's half sure he's pulling her down now.

"You like that, hm? I knew it." Dylan laughs, self-satisfied yet still unbelievably thoughtful. "Knew last night wasn't a fluke."

She'd laugh at herself too if she could, at how much those words make her react, but she's also particularly occupied at the moment by the fact she has all of him in her and he's hitting her deeper than he ever has before in this position.

A full body shudder hits her when he adjusts himself, his head brushing the bit of her she always forgets makes her head go numb. He moves again, and she moans. She can't help the way her pussy squeezes around him a couple of times, unable to control herself.

Dylan stills her, breath hitching. "Oh- Careful there. I'm riding a fine line as is, bun."

She squeezes around him again. This time it's intentional. Percy isn't thinking rationally anymore. She's testing the waters, pushing the safe bounds he's built around them. She wants to see what that line is, even if it's unwise.

"Pers, if you that again, I don't think I can stop myself."

His voice is still calm, but there's an edge of danger to it. For some reason, it sounds like a promise.

And it makes her squeeze around him again. Even harder than before.

He doesn't say anything in response for a few seconds. And for abit, she thinks he's actually angry...

But suddenly, the full, satisfying feeling of him filling her is gone when he retreats out of her. She almost complains too, but then she feels the grip on her hips again and all at once, he slams into her - the fulllengtht of him hitting her deepest parts hard and fast.

She collapses into him from the sheer intensity that washes over her, gasping. But he doesn't stop to catch her. Instead, he does it again. And again... And again.

Percy doesn't remember the last time she had a coherent thought as a result.

(Okay, so, change of plans. Today's agenda is letting Dylan fuck up into her as hard as he wanted.)

[narrators-journal]

persona 3 and 4

Narukami x Elizabeth x Margaret

Kinks: maledom, petplay, lipsticks marks, cock worship, deepthroat, rimming and Double paizuri and blowjobs

Hi is me again, i read the chaper 43 and this Idea came of narukami in his honeymoon with his new wife and pet and bringing along her sister and narukami's second pet Elizabeth. For the pets i think It would be Nice If both sister have a leashes tied around a dog collar with the written like "Margaret, property of yu narukami" likewise with Elizabeth.

I hope you are Alive and well of mental health good sir. Kudos for you♥️

I wanted to knock another one out tonight, so this might be a lil sloppy, but meh! I’m tired, and I’m hyper at the same time, sooooo, fuck it lol. Just take ur Naru-cum-i content and feast. Feast I say! As I go fucking nuts about the times I’ve written about this man’s nuts.

CW: light maledom, titfucking, teasing, dom/sub marriage dynamics, bjs, a bit o’ deepthroating, cockworship, I missed the rimming, FUCK.

“Okay, if you’re going to join in on the fun, I’ll need to walk you through some things that’ll help you succeed in making my new husband feel good.” Margaret said, a small smile on her freshly painted lips as she spoke. “Especially after our wedding.”

With that, she strolled over to the bed her new husband sat upon, pantless and nodding as the woman shared in his near complete undress. With only her satin panties and a thick leather collar that was embossed in her name and a tag that claimed her as Narukami’s pet while her long, wavy, snow-colored hair was pulled up in a bun to be out of the way.

It was all part of a sexy sort of ‘game’ they played, a delve into dominance and submission that permeated their entire relationship. Hence why Elizabeth stood with them on their honeymoon. Wearing her own set of fancy lace under things in a rich blue and a collar. Not with her name, just a collar so far, but she did have a leash that tied her to the leg of the bed they sat upon. “For instance,” Margaret hummed, her fingers suddenly under Narukami’s chin to turn his face to her and kiss him. Their tongues allowed to dance and fight for a moment while Elizabeth watched in her ordered silence. When Margaret did pull away though, she smiled at her lover, “Master, may I continue to use you as a tool to show my sister how to treat you?” She asked, her voice as sugary as ever to hide how bratty she seemed to feel. But, he still nodded, “Sure. Just don’t neglect me.” “Never, master.” she hummed.

With that, she got up and removed her bra smoothly. “Now, watch closely, Lizzy.” she said to her sister while she dropped between Narukami’s legs, a smile on her face as she lifted her chest squish Narukami’s erection between the mounds of soft skin. And, Narukami groaned quietly as his new wife continued to use him for her sister’s first lesson while her sister seemed to throw her ‘restrictions’ to the wind in favor of applying her own summoned lipstick ever so casually. “You’ll need to know how to use your body creatively, lizzy.” Margaret hummed, and, the shorter-haired attendant scowled a bit at her slight scolding tone while her sister simply began to move her breasts methodically around Narukami. “First, by taking your time. Humans are more complex than we gave them credit for, they like it when you tease them.” She explained, and as if to prove her point, Narukami groaned at the friction of lightly lubricated skin against skin. “Margaret, you do realize I’m not stupid, yes? I have had a wildcard, I have learned about humanity.” Elizabeth reminded, but her older sister laughed slightly, “Yes, but you lack in the sexual department. Ihave had plenty of experience with that, so I am trying to teach you a few tricks for when you spend time with us.” And, as they spoke, Narukami simply sat on the hotel bed, his elbows the only thing that kept him from collapsing onto the bed entirely while his wife slowly worked his cock like a pro. Neither of the married couple bothered to actually enforce Elizabeth’s silence, though. Narukami especially couldn’t find it in him to care while that fire in him was being so expertly fed into a proper bonfire.

Though, after a moment longer, she released the throbbing member, “Now, come over here and give it a try.” Margaret instructed, which got another annoyed look from her sister as she stood, but Elizabeth didn’t say anything about it as she took her place between the silver-haired wildcard’s legs before she discarded her lacey bra to free her smaller, but still plenty full breasts. And, using what remained of the lubricant from Margaret’s example, she sandwiched Narukami’s dick in warm, soft flesh and began to massage her breasts together.

The simple movements just enough to send a shiver through the man on the bed and feed the furnace of lust in his gut. “Good,” Margaret hummed to her sister, sat at the foot of the bed to stroke her new husband’s arm slightly as her sister began slowly using her breasts to stroke up and down his cock to get another low moan. Yet, once again, Margaret stopped the friction before it could get too high, “Now, pause with your boobs and try your mouth.”

Obediently, Elizabeth’s breasts released his cock so that, instead, her mouth could keep him warm while she sloppily bobbed her head and left rings of her lipstick along his shaft. “Slowly, Lizzy. The goal is to torment him, not get him off yet.” Margaret reminded, her sister only able to hum as a complaint, which made Narukami reach up to squeeze Margaret’s hand as he collapsed onto the bed at last with a gutteral moan. Which, earned a smile from his loving, torturous wife. “Actually, it might be time to stop for a bit. He seems close to orgasming, and that’d be no fun~” She sang, her playful tone a teasing sting to the silver-haired man.

Once again, Elizabeth listened to her older sister. Her bobbing and suction stopped in favor of her being moved to one side of Narukami’s legs so that the beautiful, wavy-haired sister could join her on the floor with Narukami’s cock proudly between them. “Plus!” she chirped, “I want to try something, and I need him to last through it.”

And, with that, she moved forward a bit to ever so slightly squish his dick with a bit of her breasts. “Lizzy, you do this too. I want to see if we both can tease him like this.” she instructed, so, with raised eyebrows and interest in her golden eyes, Elizabeth did as she was told for a third time. So, Narukami’s cock was surrounded on all sides by soft, warm skin. Completely at the mercy of the collar-clad sisters and their careful, slightly cautious movements.

Each tested brush of skin, or nudge of flesh against his shaft a new bolt of fuel to the fire in Narukami’s gut. However, each movement didn’t go so far as to stoke that fire too far, as the sisters seemed to bond over how much they enjoyed each of Narukami’s groans and moans as he fell deeper into a maddening sense of need. Proven by the turns they took to lick the tip of his twitching cock, or the break they took to add more blue-hued bands on his shaft in some form of a competition on who could take more of him. A competition that was won by Elizabeth, when she took him down to the base triumphantly, much to the praise of her older sister, and the whines of the wildcard.

He’d get no breaks tonight.