#sunk my teeth into my blanket reading this

[anchoeritic]

her legs all spread out for me, ankles resting on my back while i’m tongue deep into the place where she needs me most. i could almost hear her whines through the pillow, her cries for me as her thighs continue to tremble on each side of my head.

[p1nkprincess444]

𓌏 ⋆.˚𓉸 ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴᴛʜ - ᴇᴜʀᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs (ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs) 𓉸 ˚.⋆ 𓌏

(୨୧ not proof read ୨୧ )

female!reader x oystein aarseth

word count: 1,526

contents: 18+, cunnilingus

mentions: @fallout-girl219

He had promised you “ just the tip. ” He swore he wouldn’t fuck you, but he just wanted to feel you, but somehow you ended up with your face pushed into the cushions of the couch with cock slamming into your cervix. 

It had all started so innocently. Øystein asked you over to come watch a movie at his place. You looked through his extensive collection of horror movies before landing on Friday the Thirteenth. You wandered into his kitchen heating up some popcorn while he queued up the movie. 

Once the movie was ready Øystein crept into the kitchen sneaking up behind you. His hands gripped your hips, suddenly making you jump followed by his lips attacking your neck earning giggles to fall from your lips.

“ Quit it- I’m making popcorn.. Quit! ” My serious tone was overshadowed by my giggles before he pulled away. 

You rolled your eyes before pulling the popcorn off the stove and pouring it into a large bowl. You made your way into his small-ish living room where you joined him on the couch. You handed him the popcorn before tossing a blanket over your laps. Your head rested on his shoulder while the movie played. Øystein was never one for intimate gestures, but with you he’d let you do anything. As the movie progressed you both moved to more comfortable positions on the couch, Øystein being behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist as you watched the gorey scene on the tv play out in front of you. His hands began to wander as his lips pressed into your neck.

“ Quit- mm’ trying to watch. ”

“ Just keep watching princess.. ”

His hands slid under your shirt before they slipped under your bra as well. His hands groped at your breasts while his teeth nipped at your neck. You tried desperately to stay focused until you felt something poking your ass. 

“ Øystein stop it- I just wanted to watch the movie, and now you’re poking me, ” my tone was laced with annoyance as I sat up pausing the movie. 

He rolled his eyes in response as he sat up as well. “ You never seemed to care all those times when we were drunk. ” Your expression changed from annoyance to anger before you smacked his arm roughly. Your reaction only made him laugh as his hands wandered back under your shirt. “ Just one more time baby, c’mon just the tip.. ”

Your resolve slowly gave away before you looked into his shiny blue eyes, “ just the tip? You promise? ”

Øystein nodded as he began sliding off your shirt. You got comfortable on the couch once more as he kicked off his jeans and boxers before pulling down your shorts. He slowly pushed the tip of his cock into your cunt. His fingers dug into your hips as he eased in and out of you. His hips snapped forward, suddenly sinking all the way into your cunt. The sudden thrust made a loud moan fall from your lips.

“ I told you just the tip, ” I smacked Øystein's arm as I tried to push him away. 

“ Mm’ sorry baby she’s pulling me in. ” He slowly rocked his hips back n’ forth as he pressed kisses against your shoulder and neck. “ C’mon just one more time- please.. I’m already inside jus’ let me finish. ”

You could never say no to him when he was being sweet and sappy like this. He knew it just as well as you did, he looked up at you with those big blue eyes silently begging you to let him. 

“ Fine.. ”

As soon as he got the okay he had you pinned under him with your face pushed into the couch cushions. His hips slammed into yours as his fingers dug into the plush skin of your hips. He mumbled degrading words while his hands pulled your hips back making sure he was hitting as deep as he possibly could. Loud moans were falling from your lips as his hips snapped forward into yours. One of his hands moved from your hips to your hair yanking you up before it quickly wrapped around your waist. His teeth sunk into your neck and his thrusts never stuttered even as you screamed. He replaced his bite with gentle kisses as his hips bucked up with a new found desperation. His thrusts were brutal as he held you close to him. He could feel you tightening around him, he knew you were just as close as he was. 

“ You want it inside, baby? ”

You nodded in response your mind too fucked out to form a sentence. His teeth sunk into the soft skin on your shoulder blade sending you over the edge making you cum around his cock. Soon after, his cum shot deep inside you earning a small moan to slip past your lips. 

He laid you on the couch pressing gentle kisses down your body. He pulled apart your thighs before greedily lapping at your folds.

“ Hey- quit, ” I whined as I tried to push his head away.

“ S’Alright baby mm’ just cleaning you up, ” his voice was sweet and sultry as he slowed his pace while his hands held your thighs apart. 

His fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs when your legs tried to clamp down on his head. A smirk spread across his face before his fingers moved to roll small circles onto your clit. Your hips bucked up against his face as his tongue lapped at your folds. 

“ You’re so fucking greedy, ya know that? ”

A whine tumbled from your lips before you shoved his head back down. His tongue lazily lapped at your folds while your hips pushed up to meet his movements. He watched as your head fell back into the arm of the couch as moans fell from your lips before he pushed two of his cold calloused fingers inside you. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot effortlessly every time. His tongue continued to lap at your dripping folds bringing you closer to your inevitable high. He could feel you growing closer and closer as his tongue and fingers moved in tandem until your juices were coating his face and fingers. Øystein sat up wiping off his hands and face as he smirked down at you. 

“ Want to try for one more, baby, ” the head of his cock was dripping with pre-cum as he rubbed it up and down your slit. He could sense your hesitation as he stared into your eyes. “ C’mon I’ll make it so good for you. ”

A wide grin plastered across his face once you agreed. He wasted no time before ramming his cock into you. He tried to keep his thrusts slow and deep as he pressed sloppy open mouth kisses against the crook of your neck but he couldn’t help himself. His hips began to pound into yours the sound of skin slapping together filled the room. As his hips slammed into yours he whispered filthy things against your neck. He could feel himself getting close but he was more than desperate to make you finish first. He pulls his cock from you suddenly, making you whine in annoyance. His arms hooked under your legs before hoisting them up onto his shoulders, his cock rubbed teasingly against your entrance as you begged for him to just fuck you. Your hips rolled forward desperate to feel more of him as he teased your dripping cunt.

“ Do you want me to quit now, ” his tone was teasing as he slid the head of his cock in and out of you slowly. You shook your head in response, making him smile. “ C’mon use your words baby. ”

“ Please- Please Øystein. ”

Without warning he rammed his cock into your entrance with full force making it slam against your cervix. His fingers dug into your legs as he kept them firmly placed on his shoulders while he plowed into you. He leaned down his lips smashing against yours as he thrusts himself deeper into you. His tongue darted out to tangle with yours as groans fell from his lips. He’s close to his release now, but he wants to make sure you get there first. He started to move faster making your moans turn into screams as he pushed deeper and deeper until he felt your cunt clenching around him as you came your moans muffled by his lips. With a few more deep thrusts he buries himself to  hilt inside you and lets out a deep groan as he came filling you completely with his seed. 

He gently pulled your legs off his shoulders placing a soft kiss to your lips before sitting up and grabbing a box of tissues. He cleaned both of you off making sure to be gentle with your sensitive cunt. He lifted you from the couch before laying you on top of him. He covered you both with a blanket before he grabbed the television remote. 

“ You wanna watch your movie now sweetheart? ”

You nodded in response but not even ten minutes later you were passed out with your face buried against his neck.

[jyoongim]

Okay so I think my typing is a bit better now. So I’m requesting fren some Alastor smut of course! I need that good big t-shirt and bonnet sex ya know? Summ soft but still nasty enough to give you butterflies. Maybe just sitting up waiting from him to finish his last broadcast of the night🤭

@callmeoncette you really had my brain go BRRR

Why do i feel like this was too short???? ANYWAY!!!

Themes: black coded reader, big shirt/bonnet combo, soft smut, late night sex

You sat curled under a blanket in bed reading a book. The radio played in the background, the soft sounds of screams keeping you awake despite the late hour. 

Alastor should be coming down soon, his last broadcast always ended with the tormented screams of souls he had collected.

You were usually fast asleep by the time he slid into bed and curled around you, but you wanted to greet your demon from a long day of broadcasting.

You were halfway through your book when the sound of the bedroom door opening.

”what are you still doing up my doe?” Alastor asked setting his shoes by the door, shredding his outer jacket.

You smiled, bookmarked your chapter and got up to greet him.

”Weeelll I wasn’t feeling really tired so i caught up on some reading. I caught your last segment, oh how wonderful those screams sounded.  Got me all riled up” you purred as you loosened his bow tie and began working on the buttons on his shirt.

Alastor smiled down at you as he took you in. You were dressed for bed, a big t-shirt swallowing your form and hair tied in a satin bonnet. His lanky arms wrapped around your waist, hands falling on your plump ass, kneading the soft flesh through the fabric.

”hmm really? Well I am happy that my broadcast aroused such lust from a beautiful soul”

Once he was undressed, you pulled him to the bed, peppering his face in kisses as he relaxed from such a long day.

Your hands curled in his red locks, scratching at his undercut that had him purring like a cat.

He sighed as he relaxed against the headboard, ears flickering as you softly tickled the tufts. His hands rubbed soothingly on your thighs as you settled your weight on him, thighs settling on either side of his hips.

He cocked his head as his hands ran underneath the shirt, tapping his fingers along your soft skin “No panties? What a naughty girl”

You teasingly pressed your naked cunt against his clothed crotch, grinding softly on the hard bulge that poked you.

Settling your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips against his, nipping at his lips as your hips slowly grinded into him.

Alastor let out a sof grunt as your cunt dragged against him, cock catching your clit making you moan into the kiss.

”How about a quick night cap?” You asked, reaching behind you to caress his cock through his boxers.

You fished to free his cock from its confinement, and adjusted your hips to take his cock.

His ears twitched as you sunk onto his cock, sighing as he was hugged by your warm walls.

You lifted your hips and slowly sank back down, slowly finding a rhythm as you nuzzled into his neck, sucking hickies into the flesh.

Alastor preened as your sharp teeth nipped and sucked at his skin. He sighed deeply as he tightened his grip on your hips, static crackling the air as he sunk deep into your cunt.

His clawed hands traveled up your body, shirt engulfing his arms as he thumbed the perked mounds.

”O-Oh fuuuck” you gasped, rolling your hips as he pinched your nipples slightly.

Your cunt made a loud squelch as you began to ride him a little faster, chasing after your orgasm.

Alastor brought a hand to grasp the back of your neck, fingers rooting in your hair, pulling your head so he could look at you.

You will always be gorgeous in his eyes, but there were moments when you were ethereal.

Like right now. You dressed in nothing but a thin, oversized-shirt, bonnet and you were taking his cock so prettily.

How could he not be smitten?

Your face was flushed, eyes blown out, and plump lips releasing whines as he thrusted up into you, using his arms that were practically wrapped around you to pull you down to meet his thrusts.

With a growl, he tugged your head so your lips slotted against his, taking advantage of the moan that poured from your lips to delve his tongue into your mouth.

Tongues tangled together, you both devoured the other as pleasure raked through your bodies.

Breaking away from his lips with spit connecting you, you whined softly in his ear, pushing your hips down hard 

”c-cum I’m cumming oh fu-fuck aah a-Alastor please please” you whimpered riding out your orgasm.

Alastor purred at you, kissing your shoulder, “that’s a good girl. You feel so good dear, making such a mess on my cock”

Your gummy walls continued to milk him as he angled your hips to hit that sweet spot over and over until he spilled his cum into you,

”you always take me so well darlin. F-fuck. Yea that’s right take my cum baby take it.”

You slumped against his chest as you slowly recovered from your orgasm. Alastor rubbed your back as you purred happily, slowly falling asleep. He went to lift your hips, to relieve your poor cunt of his cock, but you growled softly “Keep it in”. He smiled as he adjusted himself to lay on his back as he held you.

Soft snores greeted his ears and Alastor ran his hands over your body. He truly adored you. 

You shifted in your sleep, making his cock twitch back to life. He patted your ass, kissed your forehead as your cunt clenched around him making him sigh.

What a naughty thing you were.

[inbabylontheywept]

So: You have depression.

I'm 27 now. The last time I had a major depressive episode was when I was 16. I still have depressive episodes every now and then, but the worst tend to be a month, and most I can generally get through them in about a week. It took me a while to kind of figure out how to handle depression as a recurring thing, and so I thought I'd make a little welp-I-got-diagnosed-now-what guide.

So, first part of the guide: When I first got depressed, I thought that depression was the terrible, sad hopeless feeling that I had. It isn't. That terrible sad hopeless feeling is a symptom of prolonged depression. By the time I get to that point, I'm pretty well cooked and it takes a lot longer to bounce back. Avoiding getting to that point is a vital part of living with depression.

So what does depression feel like?

I am going to hammer this point home a lot of times while writing this: Depression is an anesthetic. It is not felt as a presence, but as an absence. The first absence, for me at least, is when life stops being fun. Every movie feels boring, I can't get more than a few pages into any book, and everything just seems... bland.

This is the best point to catch it at. I have found that consumptive patterns of entertainment do not do anything to help depression. Some people have told me that producing art at this time really helps them, but personally, I can't imagine trying. Instead, I just do tasks that I know inspire physical satisfaction. Which sounds like jerking off (I don't actually reccomend that route) but really means things like: Going for a walk in the sunshine. Working out. Cleaning the house in a fairly exhaustive way. Scrub the baseboards, wash the sink, clear the fridge, etc.

I recognize that doing those is really, really hard while depressed because depression causes physical weakness and exhaustion. The best I can do is, unfortunately, encourage vigillance. If you suspect you're getting into a funk, start on this before you get really deep into the mire. People that get into the mire can get out, but it's not self-help read-a-book type shit, it takes therapy and medication and patience and it is so much easier and cheaper and faster to just avoid letting it get that bad then crawling out once it's sunk its teeth into you.

I have found that for things that work almost by exposure alone, spending time in the sun and talking to people are borderline magical, with the caveat that talking to people about being depressed tends to make things worse instead of better. Talking about anything that cuts through the anesthetic of depression is ideal, or if it's sunk in deep enough that you're having trouble finding anything, talking to someone else about what they're passionate about. Ideally, you'd find someone passionate about a thing you know you're passionate about but are struggling to enjoy right then, and then you'd just let your mirror neurons run amok. Bonus Points

So, you're already depressed. Like, pretty fucking depressed, and you fucked up, and you let it slide. What then?

This is my I-Fucked-Up-And-Got-Big-Sad, Salvage-My-Weekend, depression routine. You'll need to make one for yourself at some point, and yours will work better for you, but this is mine and I think it'll work okay-ish for you. Until you get your own, at least.

I have to get up before 10 am. Staying in bed later than that gives the depression such a huge head start on my day that I just basically can't catch up. If I can't just brute force get myself out of bed, I will throw my blankets and sit cold on my sheets until that gives me the motivation I need. If I cannot work up the guts to throw my blankets, I will actually roll off the bed, flop gracelessly onto the floor, and then stare wistfully up until I can will myself to stand. It helps that every bedroom I've had either had freezing cold tile, or itchy coarse carpet. If you have a comfy floor, maybe buy a very scratchy rug? I cannot emphasize how important this step is. It's like, half of the whole thing.

After getting up, immediately go outside and sit in the sunshine. This provides free executive function, and getting it ASAP will make everything go much smoother.

Talk to someone while outside. If you have a roommate, they work great. Face to face conversations tend to be the best, but phone calls with loved ones are like at least 80% as effective. Calls to family members tend to be better than in face conversations with acquaintances or people you're mostly ambivalent about. Don't do chat messages. Worse than nothing.

This should have scrounged up enough free energy that you can clean something. I always start by trying to clear a part of my counter off. If that's all I got, that's all I got, and I still feel good about it. If that inspires me to do more, I'll run with it until a whole room is up to snuff. I don't do more than one room while I'm this crispy: The goal is not really to clean the house, but to work through a series of tasks that require some initial level of executive function but provide a larger amount back once completed. Life has a lot of these deals that are like, give me $10 and I'll give you $12, give me $12 and I'll give you $20, on and on, and the hard part is really just getting the $10. Some people wake up with $10. Most days, you will wake up with $10. But not when you're like this. You're gonna have to earn it. I'm sorry.

I am going to reiterate: This is what I do when I feel a funk coming on. My life and my schedule are not always this regimented. Living with depression doesn't mean never sleeping until 10, or having a weekend where you don't talk to someone, or take a break from cleaning. Living with depression just means never, ever, leaning into the depression when you feel it coming on. Even when it starts out feeling cozy. Even when you want to just snuggle into it and sleep and sleep and sleep. The first day or two will feel luxurious, and the next week will feel terrible, and the longer you wait the harder it will be to get out. You are always going to have to worry about that. Again, I'm really, truly sorry.

Bonus Bonus Points

I am not a psychologist, but I do have a theory about why depression exists. Remember how I said it's anesthetizing? I think that's what it's there for - getting rid of emotional pain when it isn't being helpful. People often get depressed after a major injury. Boredom is normally nature's way of punishing you for just curling up and doing nothing, but depression can be the emergency override on boredom. It makes sense for you to sit still and do nothing while your body is healing, so maybe nature temporarily removes all your motivation with depression and then just lets you be a limp noodle until you're healthy again. Maybe?

Back to the emotional level, though, depression might also be a way to muffle pains that would otherwise be so intense that people might not remain in control of the faculties. The pain of losing a parent is notorious for driving people so mad with pain that they ruin their lives, but depression is there to at least try and keep us sedated until the nadir has passed.

It is helpful to know what the purpose of depression is, because you will eventually get it from an "intended" cause, and reflexively fighting it then probably isn't good for you. And at the very least, knowing why this stupid thing exists makes the world feel like less of a cruel place.

There are a lot of interesting studies on the physical effects of depression - things like muscle weakness, increased pain tolerance, muscle relaxation, etc. that I won't go into, but it does so many things at once that it almost doesn't feel like a fuck up, but a feature that we just kind of lost the plot on. Not gonna deep dive on it, but it is something that probably shouldn't be confined to just a mental disorder.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Storybook Love (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You have a request for Alex

Words: 0.9k

Warnings: fluff

AN: Just a little thing for @storiesofsvu, @rustyzebra and @whiteberryx

It was a warm afternoon, the air sunlit where it kissed your skin. Lying on a blanket in the backyard, the grass green beneath, summer was on the breeze and you couldn’t wait for it. Your teeth sunk into a ripe strawberry, the juice dripping down your chin. You wiped it away, tongue lapping it from the skin of your fingers.

A soft chuckle stole your attention. Glancing up, over the top of your sunglasses, you found Alex sauntering towards her. Hair loose, caught in a waft of wind, she was a vision of beauty in the warm light. Bare feet were light as she walked over the grass towards you.

“Do you mean to be so tempting or is it just an innate quality you possess, sweetheart?” she asked, standing over you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, grinning impishly up at her.

She settled beside you, legs crossed, graceful and beautiful, making you yearn even as she was right in front of you, close enough to touch. You reached out, offering the next plump strawberry to her. She lent forward, lips wrapping around the tip before biting it off. You smiled, taking your own bite from the strawberry.

“Have you been out here all afternoon?” she asked, leaning back on her hands.

“Someone has to lounge around and look pretty,” you replied, “and you were too busy grading those papers to fulfil the role.”

“Maybe I was too busy admiring you from the window,” she said.

Even after all those years with her, you still got butterflies anytime she flirted with you. She reached out, fingers playing with the ends of your hair as you gazed up at her. The sun no longer existed, her smile the warm glow that lit you up from inside out. You rolled over, lying on your stomach, leaning up on your elbows.

“And were you?” you asked.

“Was I what?” she asked in reply.

“Admiring me,” you answered.

“Always.”

Her fingers were soft as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. Your cheeks flushed with heat, blinking up at her. She lifted the sunglasses from the bridge of your nose, tossing them aside. Leaning down, you met her halfway in a soft kiss, sweet as the strawberries you’d been eating. She drew away, a thumb brushing along your lower lip.

“You certainly are irresistible,” she murmured.

“Stop it, you’re going to inflate my ego,” you said, pulling away from her, lying back again.

“Well, we can’t have that,” she chuckled.

You hummed in agreement, placing another strawberry between your parted lips. She watched you for a moment. Picking up your sunglasses, she put them on her own nose, sliding them up slowly with her index finger. She chuckled when your teeth sunk into your lower lip, eyes skating over her body.

She opened the book you’d been reading earlier, spine broken and pages almost falling out from how many times you’d read it. You watched her, one hand shading your eyes, the sun behind her giving her a halo.

“Read to me,” you requested, not able to stop yourself.

“What?” She glanced up from the pages, lips curling up at the corner, just enough to have your heart beating double time.

“Read to me,” you repeated.

She considered you for a moment, just long enough to make you burn for her.

“Alright,” she said, “but come here.”

You shuffled over, lying your head in her lap. Her fingers were soft as they carded through your hair. You closed your eyes, listening to her voice. It was soft, almost raspy, as it caressed the familiar words. You felt yourself relaxing under her touch, her voice in your ear, the warmth of her thighs under your cheek.

You sighed, listening to the rise and fall of her voice. She played with the end of your hair, book held aloft in long fingers that had more than once distracted you from your train of thought. The warm air brushed over your bare skin in a caress. You turned your head, pressing a kiss to the cotton covered thigh beneath your head. She paused for a moment, fingertips brushing the apple of your cheek before continuing.

As the sun began to set, brilliant colors splashed across the sky, the air began to chill. Summer might be on the breeze but it had yet to sink into the ground. You shivered, curling up against her. Her arm curled around your waist, hauling you closer, thumb running in circles over the skin bared from where your shirt had bunched up.

“Do you want to go inside, sweetheart?” she asked with the dimming light.

“Will you keep reading to me?” you asked, looking up at her with wide eyes and promise.

“If you want me to,” she replied.

“I do. I really really do.”

You let her stand, a hand extended to you. Pulling you up, you stumbled forward, caught around the waist by a sure arm. You looked up into her smiling face, your answering smile only making her eyes twinkle. You lent up on tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“My knight in shining armour,” you whispered.

“Come on, princess,” she said, that arm around your waist guiding you back into the house, “lets see if I can save you from the dragon.”

[alemi-i]

stars in your eyes :

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

# lmh x afab : reader ! ( fluff + smut )

cw : smut , exhibitionism , nonidol!au , degradation ( f rec. ) , slight overstim , creampie , brat reader , minho is a brat tamer though , face slapping ( 2 ) , namecalling : slut , whore , baby , brat . unprotected sex ( don’t try this at home ) !!

a/n ; hehe 🤗 im not very confideng witb my smut writing skills so JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE READING….

wc : 1,726 ?!

an arm encased your body, resting around your waist. camping with minho and his members felt extremely therapeutic to you. 

the sun had already fallen, and you all had watched as it sunk into the ground. what you were truly waiting for was the shining stars that would litter across the sky. 

you first discovered your passion for stargazing when your sweet boyfriend took you out during midnight, so you both could admire the glitter in the sky; you weren’t sure whether to look at the stars that strayed across the sky, or the star that beamed just by your side.

admiring the sparkles, you hear shuffling beside your and minho’s bodies, your head cocks up to see seungmin and jeongin heading towards their tent.

“i’m off to bed!” seungmin declared, lips forming a light grin as he sees jeongin trail after him. everybody exchanges a goodnight to the two youngest boys, and your eyes meet with one particular star.

“d’you wanna head back to the tent too?” minho asked, voice hushed and honey-like. you simply nod, grinning the same way he does. “me and minho are off too!” you announce, both of you are quick on your feet, hands and fingers interlocking. 

“goodnight!” he exclaims, waving everyone goodbye as they greet you both goodnight. 

he drags you into your shared tent and you both lay down on the blanket that pillowed your sides.

minho spoons you whilst gently running his hands through your hair. you feel your eyelids flutter, on the verge of closing shut– until you feel a tug at your scalp.

you whimper, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to stifle any other sounds that could escape. your hips grind against his, feeling the suppressed bulge in his pants push against your ass.

“what’s wrong baby? you’re grinding all over me.” he teases, whispering into your ear. “m-min..” you try to find the words, but your tongue falls short, instead releasing a breathy whine as he grinds into your back rougher. 

“cat got your tongue?” he taunts, halting his movements to let you breathe.

“yeah, you.” you spat, panting heavily from the stimulation. your head turns to face minho, who has now sat up. you turn to lay on your back.

he raises a brow, eyes narrowed and dark. he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “don’t be a brat,” he growled. “you and i both know it’s only me who could make you feel good.” 

he was right, but no way were you going to admit that. “yeah right, you wish.” you retort, ignoring the wetness that dampened your cotton panties.

his hand wraps around your neck, the other coming down to smack you across the face. you wince, mouth agape and cunt throbbing. he pulls you up, fingers tight around your neck, restricting your airflow.

his gaze is heavy on you, making you feel smaller than you already are. his tongue pokes at his cheek. your vision is blurry from the lack of air– his fingers finally leave your neck to grip your jaw. 

“you think you’re better than me, hm?” he questions, your eyes locking with his. 

“you know i am.” you mutter, a grin forming on your lips. you weren’t sure where you were getting this confidence, but it felt good to finally put minho in his place for once.

he chuckles, releasing you from his hold. “then show me.” 

your eyes are wide, and he cocks a brow. “what? y’want me to repeat myself?” he mocks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

“shut up– i know what you said.” you hiss, shoving the waistband of your shorts between your fingertips and pushing it down. 

he sucks in a breath, staring at the way your pussy has absolutely drenched your panties. he looks at you expectantly, and you quickly succumb to his gaze; your panties are off in not more than a second, and you whimper at the way your hot cunt is exposed to the cool air.

“what are you waiting for?” he sighs, feigning disappointment. “won’t you show me how good you make yourself feel?” his voice is thick and taunting you. 

“s-shut up.” you mutter, yet your hands travel down your body anyway, shivering at your own touch.

your fingers find your clit, rubbing soft circles around it. your whines pierce through the silence.

 minho shoves two fingers into your mouth. you instinctively begin sucking. “stop being so loud would you? the other members are trying to sleep.” your mind backtracks, had he cast a spell on you? how did his words alone erase such significant memory.

“or, is if that you want them to hear?” he whispers, and you’re quick to shake your head ‘no’. your free hand spread the folds of your cunt apart, your whines muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

you quickly shove two fingers inside, fucking yourself on them. you quickly realize the stimulation just isn’t enough– but your dignity is on the line here. you push in a third finger, moaning at the stretch.

“does it feel good, hm?” his eyes glancing at your wet, finger-filled cunt. you hum, signaling yes. “better than this?” his fingers exit your mouth, producing a pop sound. 

your eyes travel to his hands, that are quickly unhooking his belt buckle. he tugs down at his pants, revealing the black boxers you watched him put on earlier that day. you continue thrusting your fingers in and out, eyes locked on his bulge.

his cock is throbbing beneath the cloth, and your pussy becomes wetter. you bite your lip watching his boxers being pulled down, releasing his hard cock. you suppress a moan, eyes lingering on the dick you know too far and well.

his tip is angry; flushing red and leaking precum. you observe the way it twitches whenever your fingers sink knuckles deep into your cunt.

“y-yeah. way better than that.” you lie through your teeth, hand rubbing quicker circles on your clit. it felt good– however you couldn’t help but desire his fingers inside you instead. 

“lying slut.” he lowly grunts, a sharp sting spreading across your cheek. your whimpers increase in volume, before they’re suddenly turning into begging and babbles.

“fuck.. min– ‘m sorry! need your cock, please–“ “i-i lied, please fill me up!” you continue to beg, tears dripping down your face. he pulls your fingers away from your cunt; you’re whining at every single touch that’s his. his fingers, his hands, just his.

“you think you deserve my cock after being such a brat?” he spat, voice hushed to prevent waking someone up. 

all you could respond with are rambled apologies, praises, begging.

“so dumb and i’ve barely even touched you.” you can hear the smirk in his voice, but you can’t bring yourself to snap back.

“‘m so s-sorry, min!” you cried, before you’re suddenly moaning loudly, whining at the sudden stretch in your cunt. “s-shut up, dumb whore.” he pants, sharply thrusting into you, walls slippery and tight.

your hand covers your mouth as you spew muffled moans into it. though, you quickly notice that the stimulation didn’t feel fulfilling.

he deliberately thrusted into you, just missing your sweet spot. each thrust getting louder, faster– but not exactly deeper.

“what’s wrong baby?” he taunts, his voice is breathy and rough. your hand leaves your mouth, still biting back moans that threaten to spill. 

“min.. min, deeper!” you sob, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. your eyes roll back.

thankfully, he doesn’t resist, allowing his tip to kiss and poke at your sweet spot; your walls closing in tighter around his dick and your eyes squeeze shut. he groans, pounding into you with little mercy. your walls are squeezing him, while his fingers grip and bruise your hips. 

“stupid slut, i thought you didn’t need my cock, huh?“ he hissed, hips stilling as he’s deep inside you.

you whine, grinding against him. “‘m sorry, can’t live w-without your.. c-cock.” you whimper, your eyes flutter open to see his gorgeous face.

he scoffs, thrusting into you again– harder. “that’s right, can’t live without my cock, hm?” your cunt clenches around him, and you feel him pulsate against your walls.

“oh shit.. so good baby, feel so good around me.” he praises, and you moan in content. “f-fuck min! g-gonna cum!” you sob, squeezing him tighter. “shit,” he drags, head thrown back. “d-d’you really deserve to cum, hm? after being such a brat?” he groans, hips stuttering slightly.

“g-gonna be good, i promise! p-please, wanna cum..” your whines grow louder, as you’re inching towards your orgasm. 

“then cum.” he commands, your body subconsciously obeying. you see stars flickering over your vision. your juices drip down onto his cock, but he doesn’t stop his thrusts.

“you’re finished when i am.” he whispers, although it’s obvious he won’t last long.

he drags his cock against your fluttering walls, he’s throbbing inside you making you clench around him. you moan loudly, overstimulated and unbothered about the fact your friends are just next door.

“shit– gonna cum. you’re gonna take it, okay? take my cum like a good fucking slut.” he curses, voice thick and gruff. 

you babble multiple “yes”s, repeatedly squeezing around him to milk his cock. “want your cum!” you sob, squeezing him one more time before he’s dumping his hot seed in you. you whimper, wincing as he’s thrusting his load deeper into you. 

once he pulls out, you whine at the feeling of emptiness.

“you okay?” his touch is now gentle on you: pushing the uninvited strand away from your face, wiping the droplets of sweat off of your forehead, and gently pressing a kiss to your lips.

you nod, slightly shaking from the ‘workout’. smiling when minho’s arms embrace you as you doze off to sleep.

you’re awoken to the sound of giggling and yelling coming from outside the tent. you look around and minho isn’t by your side. you pout, before sitting up and unzipping the flimsy entrance. 

before exiting, you notice you’re dressed in minho’s shirt. it hangs upon your body loosely, but you feel so warm in it.

you struggle to get out, legs slightly wobbling. the sun flashes your eyes, and as soon as your presence is noticed, everyone bursts into shouts and laughter.

“minho!” the seven boys teasingly yell, all in synchronization. 

once your eyes adjust to the light, you see your boyfriend’s face hiding in his hands, and ears flushed a deep red.

so they heard.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

The bed sunk beside you and you stirred a little in your sleep. The next thing you felt was the roughness of Daryl's fingertips sweeping over your cheek and through your hair. His lips followed shortly after, brushing lightly against yours. You smiled before you even opened your eyes.

"You're home early," you breathed, stretching and blinking awake, looking up at him. "I would have waited up for you if I'd known you'd be back tonight."

"S'alrigh'. Sleep. I just needed to hear yer voice is all. Sorry I woke ya."

You pushed yourself up onto your elbow. "Are you coming to bed?"

"Mhm. Yeah. Just gonna put my gear away."

You pouted at him dramatically. "Can't that wait until the morning? I missed you."

He laughed, a low gruff sound that you adored. "Oh yeah? Five minutes more is just too much?"

"It's already been too much," you sighed, flopping back down on the pillow and giving him your best doe eyes, biting your bottom lip.

He considered you for half a second more before toeing off his boots and climbing onto the bed with you, caging you underneath his body. "I agree with ya there. Any time away from ya is jus' too much." He smoothed his hand over your hair again and then bent to kiss just below your earlobe. You let out a breathy sound which only further encouraged him. He kissed farther down your neck and this time you felt the edges of his teeth, resulting in a sharp little intake of breath. He smiled against your skin.

"I have good news for you," you said. He leaned up to read your face.

"Oh yeah? Wha's that?"

"Based on your activity, you qualify for a free upgrade to our premium membership," you purred in a low voice. He chuckled again and leaned up on his palm so he could give you an amused look.

"The hell are you talkin' about? Based on my activity?" he drawled. "This activity?" He leaned in and kissed your neck again.

"Yeah..." you said dreamily.

"This premium membership come with extra perks?" he laughed, flopping down next to you now.

"Of course. It gives you unlimited access... and the Welcome Home package," you said with a grin.

His eyebrows lifted. "Oh, hell. I gotta have the Welcome Home package," he said, giving you a warm look.

You untangled yourself from the blankets and straddled over his hips, your hands resting against his strong chest. You'd missed the feel of him. His hands reflexively went to your waist and you smiled at the clear fire of desire in his eyes. "You won't regret it."

Prompt: "Based on your activity, you qualify for a free upgrade to our premium membership." A/N: *heart eyes* GIMME.

[watchmegetobsessed]

SUBTLE

A/N: this idea got stuck on my mind and i thought i would just type it out so here we are!

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: Harry's not so subtle way of hinting that he is in the mood.

MASTERLIST | SUPPORT ME!

There are celebrities that never wear the same outfit twice. Some keep them tucked away in their closet, probably hoping one day they will be displayed in museums and some just simply get rid of them once the clothes are off of their bodies.

Well, your boyfriend is definitely not one of these people. He is the king of wearing something over and over again until it’s totally ruined and can’t be worn again. The best example is his crusty Vans he always wears to the maximum before even considering buying a new one. When Harry likes something, a shirt, a hat or a pair of pants, he is the biggest outfit repeater and that’s something you love so much about him, because it’s so mundane, so down-to-earth.

His most worn shirt however is a surprising one. Well, not to you, because he wears it because of you so whenever you spot him sporting it, you know what his intentions are.

It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon, it’s been raining all weekend so you’ve spent most of it snuggled up at home, watching movies, cooking and spending some well-deserved quality time together after such a busy week. For the past hour you’ve been glued to the couch with your favorite chunky blanket and a book that you haven’t gotten around to read during the weekdays. Your tea is set on the side table, an hour ago it was steaming hot, but now it’s more like room temperature and half of it is also gone. A pair of old sweatpants has been your uniform since yesterday and today you paired them with one of Harry’s many graphic shirts. 

Speaking of your boyfriend, you haven’t seen him for a while now. Last time he mumbled something about having a riff stuck on his mind before he wandered off into his home studio. It’s been radio silence since then and you got to focus fully on your fantasy book. 

Harry emerges from the studio after about one and a half hour that he spent strumming away on his guitar, recording a possible new hit song for his next album. Making music usually makes him feel two ways. First one, which happens more often is hungry. His creativity takes a lot of energy and he is a big boy, he needs food to fuel his body and brain as well. The second one however… that’s what causes him the most issues, especially when he is not recording at home and this is what he feels right now as well.

He’s horny.

The song he worked on was heavily inspired by you and the intimate moments he spent with you in the past months and reliving them definitely got him worked up, that’s why he had to put down his guitar and find a solution to his little situation.

But instead of just looking for you, he sneaks into his closet and grabs the shirt he’s been using with ulterior motives lately. He gets rid of his hoodie and then pulls the other shirt over his head before checking himself in the mirror, his eyes scanning over the “Sex” sign over his chest. He can’t help but smile at the sight of the shirt he wore on SNL, which was such an iconic appearance.

He wanders out of the closet and then the bedroom, looking for you with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip to hide his cheeky smirk. He finds you right where left you before his studio session, snuggled up on the couch with your book, your lips moving as you ready but it’s hard to notice. Your eyes are scanning over the lines, one hand holding the book, the other one playing with the necklace he got you for your birthday two years ago. You look adorable and cozy, but he’s also extremely eager to get under that blanket and between your legs.

Clearing his throat he walks closer, failing to pretend like he is just aimlessly wandering around. He peeks at you and narrows his eyes when he sees you haven’t even acknowledged his presence.

“Hey baby,” he speaks up, hoping to catch your attention.

“Mm, hi, what’s up?” you ask, but your eyes are still glued to the page in front of you. 

“Not much. Just checking in on you.” Squaring his shoulders he takes a deep breath before exhaling dramatically, his palms smoothing over the shirt, especially the word written across his chest. 

“I’m good. Did you finish recording?”

Still no peek at him and he is starting to get frustrated.

“Yeah,” he nods and clears his throat again, standing right in front of you at this point, towering over you.

“Good,” you hum.

You’re still ignoring him and now he is determined to have your pretty eyes on him. A series of coughs follows that finally forces you to look up from the book, mostly because you fear that he has a sore throat, judging from the coughs, but when you catch a glimpse of him you see how he’s puffing his chest so you see what shirt he is really wearing. 

“Huh,” you smile, putting your book aside. “Are you trying to tell me something?” you ask, a smirk stretching across your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, running his tongue across his lips.

“Do you happen to want to have sex?” you tilt your head to the side.

“Oh! Now that you’re asking, yes. Yes, I absolutely do!”

You can’t hold your laugh back as he basically throws himself at you, his lips already kissing you all over your face as he wedges himself between you and the back of the couch.

“You’re so subtle,” you giggle against his lips, pulling the blanket over the both of you while his hands are already wandering under your shirt.

“That’s my middle name,” he grins. “Harry Subtle Styles.”

“What happened to Edward?”

“Gone. He’s dead,” he chuckles before his lips get busy with yours. 

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

"Do it"

F1 masterlist

Summary: Oscar convinces you to bite him

Trigger warnings: Blo0d

A/N: Halloween special with vampire!reader <33 also omg his neck is so pretty im gonna d1e

Word count: 643

You and Oscar had been dating for a few months now. You told him you were a vampire pretty early on as hiding it wasn't easy. He was a bit confused but when you explained everything it slowly sunk in. You always assured him that you wouldn't bite him especially without consent or overall do anything to him and that modern vampires rarely bite humans.

With time Oscar got used to it. You were more of a human than a vampire actually. The thirst for blood and sensitivity to sun were the things you struggled with. Your boyfriend secretly found it very cute. He was amused by the light in your eyes when you were thirsty and the way your teeth would get more pointy. He always made sure he had an umbrella with him to shield you from the sun and he regularly stocked up on human blood for you. With time he figured out your preferences and what kinds you liked. There were a lot - some in juice boxes that were more everyday and some more high-end in glass bottles similar to wine.

It was a chilly October evening when the two of you were sitting on the bed under a few soft blankets. Your backs pressed to the headboard as you were reading your book and Oscar was reading some kind of data analysis from his last race. Even though you weren't living together and that you just stayed overnight, you still felt comfortable with silence between you two. You started getting more and more distracted by the dry feeling in your mouth. Beautiful, glowy skin of your boyfriend that sat next to you didn't help either. I'm just gonna finish this chapter and go grab something you kept repeating to yourself but your reading pace only got slower and slower. You caught yourself staring at Oscar a few times hoping he wouldn't notice. He did. "Wanna tell me something?" he said, not looking away from the paper in front of him. "Mhhh I don't know..." Oscar looked at your puppy eyes and slightly parted lips and knew what was going on. He chuckled because he knew you were so thirsty that you couldn't even form a proper sentence. He moved your book aside and took your hands in his. "Honey, If you really want to drink my blood, go for it" With the speed of light you were on top of him - your thighs on each side of his, your hands caressing his jawline as his rested on your hips. "I won't turn into a vampire, right?" "No, don't worry" "Will it hurt?" the question caused you to feel a bit bad for him "No but we don't have to do it if you don't want to. You will just feel a pinch and you will fall asleep for not more than half an hour, I promise." "Okay, go ahead, you have been waiting long enough" he said as he took off his t-shirt giving you more access to his neck and collarbones. You planted many kisses from his ear, down his neck till his shoulder. You could feel his heavy breathing and you swore you could hear the blood flowing in his veins. He tilted his head back and made himself more comfortable as you sunk your teeth into his skin. The sweetness and warmth of the blood caused you to pathetically let out a small moan. When you were done you looked up to your boyfriend seeing he had already passed out. His eyes were closed and bare chest indicated his slow breathing. You tucked him in and went to grab him a big glass of water for when he wakes up. You turned off the lights and laid next to him "Thank you, I love you" he quietly mumbled as you kissed the mark you left.

08.09.23

[bradshawshawaiianshirt]

Stuck on the Past | Part 4

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You never thought you'd see Bradley Bradshaw again, especially the way things ended between the two of you. So what happens when he's suddenly back for a special mission and is determined to win you back too?

Warnings: Angst (ish), adult language, drinking

Length: 1.5k

You and Bradley spent the next few days messaging back and forth, telling each other about your day among other things. Every time you asked him about the mission he seemed to deflect, making some sort of joke or sarcastic comment.

You were sat at you desk, looking at the paragraph you had written. The only thing you had so far was that Maverick was training Top Gun graduates. It wasn't enough, especially not for Mark.

When you sat down in his office later that afternoon, you could tell he was getting impatient as he read your first draft. He threw it onto the desk in front of you, "So, in other words, you've got nothing."

You sunk into the chair slightly, "I'm trying, I just.. none of them are going to give me any details."

Mark huffed, standing up and beginning to pace behind his desk, "I told you how big this is right? I thought this was something you could handle."

"It's not that I can't handle it, I-"

"It sure seems that way." he stopped, placing both of his hands on the desk and towering over you slightly, "If I don't have any details I can sink my teeth into by the end of next week, it won't be good for you. Believe me."

You quickly nodded, "I'll get you something. I promise."

-

"April, I don't know what I'm doing." You called her as soon as you left work, "Bradley and I went to dinner, and we're messaging, but my boss wants to know all about his mission and-"

"Girl, breathe." She said, interrupting your rambling, "your job is important to you right?"

"Yes."

"You and Bradley didn't work. It's blunt but it's the truth. You've just got back into contact with him. You need to think about what's more important."

You sighed, she was right to an extent. "I don't want to hurt him April."

April scoffed on the other side of the phone, "Hurt him? You mean like he hurt you right?"

"He did but..."

"Only you know what you want. If you don't want to hurt him that badly, then just tell him the truth."

You nodded, said goodbye and hung up. You checked your phone to see Bradley had messaged you.

You free tonight?

You typed back quickly.

Maybe.

You walked into your apartment, feeling your phone buzz in your hand as you threw your bag onto the couch.

Ah, she's in a mysterious mood

Up for a movie night?

And so that's how you found yourself throwing a blanket onto your couch, fluffing up the pillows and waiting for Bradley to arrive. Once he did, the conversation flowed easily. If you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend that you two had never separated.

You were both sat on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn between you, watching Dirty Dancing, at Bradley's suggestion. You'd mostly chatted all the way through it, right up until it got to the final scene.

"This is the best part." Bradley said, his mouth half full of popcorn, he turned to you, putting on his most serious face, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." He said in time with the movie.

You burst into a fit of giggles, at his impression, and the fact he had popcorn hanging off the corner of his mouth. Bradley laughed along with you, as you pointed to his face, and he used the back of his hand to wipe it away, his cheeks tinged red. As the movie's final song I've Had the Time of My Life began to play, Bradley stood up, holding out his hand to you.

You just stared at him, "Come on." He said, "Dance with me."

"No way." you laughed, looking up at him, you knew you couldn't get out of this. So, you rolled your eyes and took his hand, and he pulled you in close to him. His other hand gently held your waist, and you let yours rest on his chest. He swayed you to the slow beginning of the song. You faces were so close, you thought that if you leaned forward anymore your noses would be touching.

His eyes were so intense as they searched yours, the air felt heavy between you, "Bradley," you whispered, "There's something I really need to tell you."

"It'll have to wait a minute, sweetheart." He said quickly, as the song picked up its pace and he span you around, immediately pulling you straight back into him. You couldn't help but laugh. That was the great thing about Bradley, most of the time he was so laid-back and carefree. Sure, shitty things had happened to him, but when he was around you, he felt like he lit up. He could be himself, be goofy and giggly, or maybe he just liked making you laugh. That was more likely.

The two of you danced around your living room together to the end of the movie. You were both laughing so hard by the time the song ended that you felt like you'd just finished a workout.

He didn't want to let go of you when the movie finished, but he slowly let go of your hand and waist anyways, and you both sat back onto the couch. You looked in between you, the popcorn bowl empty and on the coffee table now. You were much closer than before.

"Hey." he said, and you tore you gaze away from the couch to look at him, "What did you wanna tell me?"

Your chest felt heavy as he looked at you, you shook your head, "Nothing." your voice was soft and quiet, "Nothing important."

He nodded, accepting your answer even though you were sure your face was hiding nothing. That was another great thing about Bradley, he never pushed, although a little part of you wished he had. His hand slowly made its way to your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you smiled, "I thought you didn't want to rush things,"

Your face was so close to his as you took him in, his eyes were dark and his breathing uneven as he replied, "I'm trying really hard not to."

-

A few days later, you sat at your desk at work when your phone buzzed in your pocket, you picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hey!" Bradley's voice chimed down the phone, "You had lunch yet?"

You chuckled, looking down at you desk covered in loose papers and a mug full of cold coffee, "Nope, why?"

"I'm stood outside your building. Finished early today, thought I'd bring you something to eat."

Your eyes widened and you glanced around your office. If Mark saw Bradley, in his work uniform, coming to see you, you'd never hear the end of it. You cleared your throat, "You know, I could use some fresh air. I'll come down and meet you."

You hurried away from your desk, grabbing your bag and heading downstairs. When you got to the front of your building, Bradley was stood grinning at you, "Hey! I brought you sandwiches."

You stood in front of him, "Thanks." You smiled, "We can sit for a bit if you like, there's a bench down the street."

The two of you walked a few minutes to find the old bench where you'd have lunch when you were an intern. You both sat down and began to eat the sandwiches Bradley had packed, which you had to admit was really sweet.

"I was thinking," Bradley started, chewing on his sandwich, "Next movie night, you can pick."

"Oh really?" you quirked your eyebrow at him playfully, "How nice of you."

Bradley chuckled, "Hey, I'm serious. Any movie you want."

You smirked, taking a bite of your sandwich, "I'll keep that in mind. I'm thinking something really cheesy."

He scoffed, "You're not gonna put me off with that sweetheart, you know I love cheesy."

You both chuckled, finishing off the lunch he'd packed. You turned and glanced at your building, dreading going back inside. Bradley must have noticed your face fall because his hand fell to your shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Work giving you shit?" he asked.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Yeah, you could say that."

You turned to face him as he smiled, "Why don't you take the afternoon off?"

"I can't do that." You scoffed.

"Why not?" He shrugged, "I bet you're like, top writer there or something. I'm sure your boss loves you."

Not right now he doesn't.

You thought over his suggestion. You could always tell Mark you were interviewing people for the article.

"I guess I could take the afternoon off. Maybe."

"Perfect." Bradley smiled, "Because right now all I wanna do is spend the night watching cheesy movies with you."

So that's exactly what the two of you did. It was the most romantic thing you'd ever done that didn't lead to the bedroom. When he left later that night, you found yourself wishing he had made a move.

Even though you still hadn't told him anything about the article.

[calzone-d]

hi guys! Here’s a lil blurb for ya. Love and miss you all. Less than two months to graduation!!

pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Reader

warnings: penetrative sex, reader is described as female, biting, creampie

a/n: hi guys! I’m (slowly) back. Graduation is in two months so you can expect to see looooots more of me after then. Just can’t get Jason off my mind lately. My inbox is also open! Send in requests, ideas, etc!

Read more here.

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You let out a low groan as you sunk down onto his cock. It was way after you’d put the kids to bed, but it happened quick enough that there wasn’t much buildup. By now, you’d gotten used to some warm up from Jason before sex.. a few fingers, his tongue, a toy.. whatever you were in the mood for.

Tonight, you had been riled up enough to just sit yourself on his cock. Jason wasn’t complaining. Hell, he was panting and letting out a choked groan himself.

“Ughh.. oh, honey..”

A soft whimper left your lips as you started to grind on him. Your clit rubbed against the coarse hair on his pubic bone and that combined with the head of his cock rubbing your g-spot had you speechless.

One of your hands gripped the headboard to use as leeway as you softly bounced on top of him.

“Shit, Y/n…”

Jason’s moans were hushed and muffled from him pressing wet kisses across your collarbones. You’d gotten used to things being hushed. From quickies in hidden closets at SNL to soft mornings where you didn’t want to wake the kids. His touch matched the softness as well, his hands skating across your back and down your hips. Not pushing you down, just reminding himself you’re there.

The two of you had gotten into a steady rhythm until the feeling of Jason’s lips around your nipple made you shoot your eyes open. A louder moan left your mouth as you looked down at him. He was gorgeous, unreal with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and hair a mess as he suckled and moaned around your nipple.

“Jase..” your voice trailed off into breathy pants. You leant back and brought a hand up to cup the bag of his head, fingers twisting through his salt and pepper strands and holding his face to your breast.

Jason’s teeth nipped at the sensitive bud before swapping over to the neglected one. The feeling had you bouncing faster, clenching harder around his cock and desperate to feel him throbbing inside of you. His moans were a constant vibration against your skin.

He pulled away only to take in a few deep breaths and praise the way you took his cock.

“Feel s’good hun.. that’s.. right there, hun..”

The desperation hidden under panting breaths was hard to hide. His lips were now smushed to your chest, eyebrows furrowed and fingernails digging into the skin of your hips while you each reached your peak.

Jason’s hands moved to grab a tight hold of your asscheeks for leverage as he pounded into you from below.

“Oh, honey.. I can’t- fuck.. m’gonna cum!”

All you could manage was a desperate “please, Jase” before he held you flush against. Every pulse of his cock inside you could be felt as he flooded your walls. It began flowing down and slowly pooled at the base of his length before he even considered pulling out of you.

Your breaths were heavy as you slumped against him, but he was there to catch you just as he always was. Jason’s gentle hands stroked over your back as he attempted to pull out of you.

“No! Just.. jus’ a little longer..” you pleaded. In the middle of the night with nothing to do, he settled back against your plush pillows and pulled the blanket over you both, still buried deep inside you.

“Jus’ need to feel me for a bit, angel?”

Your eyes grew heavy as you nodded against him. You easily relaxed against him, knowing he’d clean you up and get you settled when you were ready.

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Thanks for reading!

[kat651]

assistant (Lindir x reader)

Three days. Three days of non stop work. From sun up to long after the sun had set you’d helped Lindir with his tasks. You’d then continued on after he’d gone home. You hadn’t told him that though, you just knew there was a lot more on his plate than he liked to admit and you wanted to ease that as much as possible. Lindir on the other hand, was currently trying not to rip his hair out. It had been a curious day. “Y/n, where did I put the documents for…” he stoped speaking when you held them out. “I-thank you…” you’d also taken the time to sort out everything. 

You nodded and turned back to what you were doing. You were exhausted. 

“Y/n, have you seen my…pen…” he smiled as you handed him the pen and ink. He took the two and turned back to what he was doing. “I have to run these things to lord Elrond, I’ll be back soon.”

“Alright.” You said, pouring over a document. 

As soon as Lindir had left and the door was closed you sunk to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest and hiding your face in your hands. You were exhausted but he needed your help. 

You allowed yourself a few moments to relax before forcing your exhausted body back on its feet. You leaned over the document once more just as Lindir opened the door. He looked terrible. You sighed. “Lindir…sir, why don’t you take a few moments and sit?” You asked gently. 

Lindir nodded and collapsed into a chair. You ran off and returned a few moments later with some tea. “Here, drink this and relax, you need it.”

He nodded and took the tea. 

“I finished going through the documents and sorted them accordingly.” You said, moving a pile of papers to a shelf. “I also signed what I could. These few things need your signature,” you said, setting them on his desk. “Is there anything else you would like me to do?” You asked. “Perhaps go through the documents for our alliance with Mirkwood?”

Lindir nodded as he sipped the tea you’d given him. “Yes that would be nice,” he said, trying to hide his shock. You’d been working for hours and didn’t seem exhausted at all. How were you still going with all the stress of every day life and this work on top of it?

You pulled out the papers for Mirkwood and began to read through them. When you looked back over Lindir was asleep in the chair. 

You smiled softly and grabbed a blanket to cover him with. The poor thing was exhausted. You placed a soft kiss on his temple, finished with the papers and then headed to the library knowing there was much work needed to be done there. 

You walked down to the library and began to put the books back on the shelves, the task was simple but time consuming, and Lindir didn’t need another time consuming task. 

-.-.-

You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Lindir. “Y/n did you sleep at all last night?”

You hesitated before shaking you head. 

He sighed. “You haven’t slept in two days!”

“That you know of…” you muttered. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

“Did you say that I know of?”

You sighed and nodded. 

“Y/n, get some rest! Please!” Lindir begged. 

“Why? You have work to do that’s piled to the ceiling! You can’t do it all on your own!”

He gently took your hand. 

“We’re already behind…” you whispered. 

Lindir sighed and nodded. “You’re right, we need to keep going. But if you need to rest just tell me, ok?”

You nodded. 

Lindir smiled and helped you with the last few things in the library. “Thank you y/n…”

You smiled. “Of corse.”

“No really, I mean it, thank you.”

You smiled. “It’s nothing really.”

“It’s not nothing! It means a lot to me, thank you.” He said, hands gently taking yours. His eyes met yours and you could see the sincerity in them. You blushed slightly and looked away. You didn’t want him to know how you felt about him. You couldn’t let that get in the way of your work. 

You slowly pulled your hands away and busied yourself with anything you could find. Suddenly, pain shot through your body. You clenched your teeth and placed a hand over your side. This pain was something you were used to. It was common. So were your migraines. You slowly slid agents the end of a bookcase and to the floor. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Lindir. Worry was written across your face. “Are you alright?” He asked.

You nodded.

“What happened?” He asked. 

You quickly thought up a lie. “Just got dizzy. I probably just need some water…”

Lindir nodded and pulled you to your feet. You tried to ignore the pain in your body as he led you over to a chair. 

You nodded and sat down on the chair, stars of pain blurring your vision. You haven’t told anyone about the pain since your parents. And of corse they thought you sounded crazy and were dramatic. 

Lindir brushed a stray peace of hair out of your face. “Wait here, I’ll go get you some water.”

You smiled softly and nodded. You watched as he walked off to get you some water. You then felt the pain surge and you saw stars once more before you passed out from the pain, falling limp on the soft chair. 

Lindir returned with a glass in his hand. “Y/n I got you that… water…” he paused and smiled. “I knew you were tired.” He whispered, gently placing the glass down before pushing your hair from your face. His expression fell when he saw the pain etched on your face. He then noticed the sweat rolling down your face. “Y/n?” He shook you slightly and you didn’t respond. 

Lindir began to panic before he lifted you out of the chair and took you to the healing halls, fear in his eyes. 

When Lindir arrived in the healing halls lord Elrond was there with Glorfindil, who had a few minor injuries from a run in with orcs. 

The two looked over when Lindir came in with your limp body, pain etched onto your usually calm face. “I don’t know what’s wrong but she’s in a lot of pain.” Lindir said. 

Elrond pointed to a bed. “Lay her there.” He said as he walked over. “Let me see her.”

Lindir gently lay your limp body on the bed. Lord Elrond gently looked over your body. “There are no wounds that I can see but…”

“My lord,” Glorfindil began, “perhaps she has the same pain syndromes that I did for years.”

Lindir looked over at Glorfindil. “What do you mean?”

“My body proceed pain wrong for years, amplifying it and making it much worse than it would naturally be. If so she needs much more time for healing and more sleep.”

Lindir looked over at you as you winced in your sleep. “Perhaps…but that wouldn’t make sense as to why she’d push herself to work for days without sleep.”

Both Elrond and Glorfindil looked over at Lindir. “Days?” Elrond asked. 

Lindir nodded. “She hasn’t slept in two days at lest that I know of. She may have been awake longer than that.”

-.-.-

When you woke you were in your own bed but something was different. You looked around and noticed that Lindir was sitting in a chair next to you, a book in his hands. 

You slowly sat up and Lindir looked up. “Your awake…”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. “I am…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I slept way too long… there’s still much to be done, I know that much, do you need me to-” Lindir cut you off. 

“I need you to rest, heal, take some time for yourself you deserve it. Especially after overworking yourself like you have.”

You shook your head. “I’ve gotten too much rest as it is, what else can I do for-”

Lindir pushed you to lay back down. “Rest y/n please you’re worrying me.”

You sighed but complied. Mostly. “I could at least go through some documents for you couldn’t I?” 

Lindir sighed and shook his head. “No I need you to rest, please.”

You sighed at his request. “I’m not helpless you know I can take care of myself, I know when I need to rest and when I’ve had…enough…” you paused as Lindir’s expression changed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He sat on the edge of your bed. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t seem to read. “Lindir?”

He gently cupped your chin before leaning down and placing his lips on your forehead. “Rest, please. You need it…”

You didn’t answer instead you were just a blushing mess. 

Lindir smiled and leaned down again this time going to capture your lips. Your eyes widened before you put your arms around his neck and accepted his kiss, pulling him closer. You never imagined, even in your sweetest dreams, that you would be able to kiss the one who had stole your heart so long ago. 

When Lindir pulled back from the kiss you looked at him with pink cheeks and a soft smile. “Lindir…” you mumbled, pulling him closer so you could hug him. “Thank you…”

“For what?”

You kissed his cheek again. “Everything…”

Lindir smiled and hugged you back. “I love you…” he mumbled as you hid your face in his shoulder and took in his scent. Lindir smelled like old books and leather along with whatever cologne he was wearing. That smelled amazing too. You took another deep breath. You liked that cologne a lot. 

You parted from the hug and placed your lips back on his. “I love you too.” You mumbled as he held you close. “I always will.”

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Prologue: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any and all costs.

A/N: This is my first time doing something like this so my apologies if it seems rushed or not very good. This morning I just sort of had a burst of creativity and decided I wanted to do this since I rewatched the httyd films recently and started rewatching rtte. This fic will be set during rtte and I haven't decided how I want it to end so it might carry on into the movies but I’m not completely sure yet. I’m hoping to post once or twice a week, each time hopefully having some lengthy chapters. This chapter obviously isn’t too long and I had to decide between making it a prologue or a normal chapter but I'm hoping it turns out better with my decision. Thank you for reading this and hopefully the first chapter of a who-knows-how-long series.

“Fire!” Came the shouted yell of a dragon hunter. The man had his sword raised at an invisible force, his face twisted into a hardened glower as his eyes rapidly shot around the open air before them, the only visible entity being the waxing moon hanging in the clear night sky.

A few flimsy dragon root-laced arrows shot up at where the man had pointed, none of which were able to land its mark. Hunters quickly lined up a second arrow, pointing the weapon towards the sky, ready to shoot on command.

“There's nothing there Ryker,” One of the men stated as he lowered his bow, stepping towards the man who held a crazed look in his eyes. “Whatever fired those shots and sunk the rest of our ships is long gone.”

As if on cue, a whistling lit up the air, chilling the dragon hunters into silence as their heads shot up. With arrows at the ready to immobilise the beast that had been tearing through their ships, they waited for their orders. 

Seemingly out of thin air a blast of pinkish plasma shot towards the deck of a large ship just over from where Ryker stood, sending hunters scattering out of range as the ship was knocked back and forth. Several arrows fired at where the shot had come from, all sailing through the air and into nothing. 

“Long gone you say?” Ryker asked the hunter who had spoken, an eyebrow raised at the previous statement. 

The hunter's eyes fell quickly, shoulders bunching up near his ears before a surge of courage took over him. Raising his head, the hunter stared Ryker down. “It’s an invisible force, Ryker,” he attempted, any bravery draining from him at the set ablaze look in Ryker's eyes. “We’ll never hit it at the rate we’re going.”

“I don’t care if we’re out here all night, we are not moving until we have that dragon locked in a cage,” Ryker demanded through gritted teeth, taking half a step towards the hunter who had opposed him before whirling back around, moving across the deck of the ship with a watchful eye on the sky. “Whatever it is, it’ll have to show itself sooner or later.”

Higher in the sky, said invisible dragon had landed on top of the large sale, paws carefully aligned with the wooden mast to keep itself hidden. On the beast’s back, made from the same material as its scales and leather was a white-scaled saddle. It wasn't the most comfortable substance to make up a saddle but it got its intended job done. Laced in white scales, designed on leather and shaped to be the human shape of the dragon she sat on, was a girl warped in the same invisible blanket that hid her dragon.

Her eyes traced the towering figure of Ryker as his daunting figure scaled the length of the boat, eyes lit from beneath the carved-out space in her helmet. "I don't think they like us very much," The girl said as she slid one of her gloved hands along the neck of her dragon, using blind faith in hopes of not straying from the invisible dragon's neck.

An elated purr escaped the white beast as she stared down at the crew of dragon hunters, blue eyes wide with pupils dilating every few seconds.

A gargled mew left the dragon's mouth, the noise echoing to the point where it reached the ears of the hunters below. A few heads whipped up, trying to find the source of the sound. But a certain pair of eyes seemed to already be latched onto the two invisible forces. "Uh oh, looks like we've been caught." Even as the words were said, a ghost of a grin was gracing the girl's face.

Once again, a delighted noise escaped the throat of the white-scaled beast, ecstatic at the idea of getting off the hunter's ship and firing down at it. Spreading her wings in a large arch, with a bat of gust the dragon took off to the air, the rider that adorned its back latching onto the small handles weaved onto the saddle.

With a large spiral, the dragon shot straight into the sky, the same whistle lighting up the air as the pair flew out of range of any arrows that might stray their way. The noise caught the attention of all the hunters as they raised their bows, arrows at the ready for the slightest form of life.  

“Hold!” Came the yell from Ryker as the whistle hummed out of range. While they waited, Ryker gravitated to one of the large crossbows, the chained coils aiming upwards. When the loud whistle began to register again, a ripple in the skyline caught Ryker's attention. Before he could second-guess himself, he shot the chain forward, yelling “Fire!”

The chain shot forward at a dangerous speed, a startled growl echoing through the sky as the cloak shielding the white dragon slipped forward, the ability gifted by Thor failing the dragon as she and her rider came back into view of the dragon hunters. 

A preparatory grin spread across the face of Ryker as he watched the dragon fade back into existence. “Got you now,” He whispered as a storm of arrows shot towards the pair.

They didn’t stay in view for long, a quick blast of flames being shot forward before the dragon dived through them, its rider pressing close to the beast's body, the same force that cast the dragon into oblivion reflecting onto the scales sewn into the rider's armour. Another quick surge of power was fired down at the deck of the ship, stronger than the last shot. The pile of plasma tore through the deck of the ship, black ashes being left behind on the singed deck and a gaping hole. Before a second could pass, the duo were shooting back into the sky, trying to evade the hunters.

“That was a close one, wasn’t it girl?” The dragon rider questioned the lean dragon below her, earning a rumble in return as they flew from sinking boats behind them.

A cranking noise caught the attention of the rider, her head turning back to see what it was.

In a too-late dive, a metallic chain wrapped around the back leg of the white dragon. A shock was sent through the two of them as they began to be pulled back. 

“Oh, now it’s personal.”

Raising from the back of her dragon, the invisible cloak fell from the rider's outline. “Keep flying straight. Don’t let them pull you in,” The rider muttered, taking slow steps down the dragon's back as she stepped towards the chain. “I’ll get you free.” 

With a leap, the dragon rider pulled her sword to her hands, throwing it over the chain as she began to descend down it. 

Ryker waited for her on board, his own sword at the ready as he waited for the dragon rider with a wicked grin on his face. 

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[pureblisswrites]

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

CW: making out, blood, lowkey hematolagnia, very suggestive, no gender specificed

Felix was happy today. More than usual. Yeah he was mostly all smiles and sunshine almost every day. But today he was all giggles and the Sun itself. Apparently, breakfast in bed from you, and then going to the company and hearing they were getting a vacation (a very well deserved one, if you might add) did that. He was smiling and giggling so much today that you seriously couldn't remember the last time when he was this happy aside from your last birthday. So it wasn't surprising that he was really into making out today. You both had decided to spend the day all cozy and fluffy. Wrapped in the softest blanket, with hot chocolate on the bedside table, and reading him the latest book that had gone viral recently. But he definitely wasn't as interested in the book as he was in you.

And so started the light pecks along your neck, then jawline, then both cheeks, the forehead and finally your lips. The light pecks soon turned into kisses and then full on making out while you ran your hands through his soft blonde hair. He just couldn't control himself today. Maybe it was the pure happiness radiating off of him or maybe his teeth were sharper today for some reason, but the moment his teeth sunk into your lower lip, you hissed and your hand instinctively came up to touch it. He was startled and pulled back immediately, watching your lip bleed and thick droplets of blood collecting on your lip.

"Fuck I'm so sorry. I-I didn't me to, seriously. I just- I don't kno-" you cut Felix's rambling off.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." You reassured him.

"B-but you're crying." He mumbled, his eyebrows scrunching whether in confusion or a sad frown, you couldn't tell.

You lightly rolled your eyes at that. "I'm not crying Lix, my eyes are just tearing up. Nothing more."

"Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his voice.

"Of course. And if I'm being honest... it was actually kind hot." You mumbled the end, suddenly feeling embarrassed for confessing that.

He gulped before saying "Don't say stuff like that."

"Why?" You questioned with a head tilt.

"Because it'll do something to me." He leaned closer. You could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke and cupped your cheek.

"Well what if I want something to happen to you?" You question again, sliding your hands into the back of his hair.

"Yeah?" He asks and his eyes darken.

"Yeah." You answer before you're back to making out again. You can feel your own blood on his tongue and you have a feeling this won't be the only time that'll happen tonight.

[blueberrybladelemonade]

You're My Light

A happier alternative ending to my fic "When the Light Fades". Reading that isn't necessary to enjoy this fic! This fic diverges completely from that one after Y/N leaves the house. 💜

Summary: You and Peppino argued last night resulting in him sleeping on the couch. The next morning you leave the house hurt and in a huff after he waves you off.

Contains: Arguing, "Getting a shower at night supremacy" gang rise up😤 aka maybe a petty squabble, Angst, Fluff/Happy ending. 

This week had been an absolute disaster. Peppino's head was pounding still. Despite taking medication for it hours ago he barely had any relief. His eyelids drooped as he made his way to the bedroom. 

They had run out of pepperoni and Gustavo had to rush to the store to get more. In the middle of a rush of orders. That wasn't even accounting for how he had forgotten to add yeast to an entire batch of dough and had to throw it all out. Gustavo and him were barely able to keep up with the demand, in addition to all of the other small inconveniences. 

One more day, then he'd be off from work for a few days. This week had crawled by agonizingly slow. For now though, Peppino was going to crawl into bed, finally getting to lay down and rest. The sweet relief of sleep would suffice for now. He'd deal with future Peppino's problems in the morning. 

You greeted him, already sprawled out and comfortable under the blanket. He smiled weakly at you before opening up the dresser. 

"What are you doing"? You ask, watching as Peppino peels his shirt off and changes into his night pants. 

"I'll get a shower in the morning". 

"I just cleaned the sheets yesterday." You complain to which Peppino rolls his eyes. 

"We can-a clean them again tomorrow, Y/N." He grumbled, clenching his jaw as another throb of pain shoots through his head. 

"But you smell".

"Porca puttana! Can I just-a go to sleep without you nagging me?" Peppino snapped. 

You recoil at the outburst before fixing him with a hard stare. 

"Fine." You huff, getting out of bed, "You can sleep here. I'll take the couch". You grabbed the pillow you were laying on and stalked out the door. 

Peppino gave an exasperated sigh before following behind you. "Mio dio, Y/N. Why must-a you overreact, just-a let it go and go to bed". 

Peppino winced, not realizing what he said before it was too late. You whipped around and shot him a piercing gaze. "Oh I'm so sorry that asking you to be clean before crawling into bed is so hard." You snap sarcastically. Before Peppino could protest further you spun back around and made your way to the couch. 

You flinched as another pillow was dropped against the armrest. 

"There! Would you just-a be happy now!" He snapped. "The bed won't get-a dirty and I can smell like shit-a out here".

In a flash your mouth parted slightly as your eyes narrowed to retort. Despite yourself, you fall silent. This wasn't going to get anywhere. Your lips instead formed a thin line as you scowl back at him.

"Fine. Goodnight".

* * * * * 

Despite being exhausted, Peppino barely slept. All night he tossed and turned on the couch. His neck began to hurt from the uncomfortable angle at one point. At another. his back ached when he turned to one side, struggling to get comfortable. Throughout the night Peppino continued to drift to sleep only to wake up shortly after. 

He glanced over at the clock, the soft light indicating it was a quarter past six. He dropped his head back and sunk into the pillow, glaring up into the darkness. 

Peppino exhaled with a sharp huff, gripping at the blanket one final time before tossing it to the side. He grit his teeth as a sharp pain coursed through his skull when he sat up. 

As he regained his composure Peppino stalked into the bathroom and swung open the mirror, revealing a medicine cabinet inside. He grabbed the small container and dumped two small pills into his palm before swallowing them down with a handful of water. He was hopeful, but didn't expect the pills to help much.  

Peppino cast a sideways glance towards the shower with a small scowl. Since he couldn't sleep anyways he might as well get clean. As he drew back the curtain and turned the knob a short burst of cold water gushed down, making him recoil. After a moment the water grew hotter and Peppino set his clothing on the counter. 

Warm water cascaded down his back as Peppino stepped inside, sighing in relief. He remained like this for a while, simply relishing in the heat. Steam filled the room and soaked into his skin, temporarily alleviating his aches. Eventually he reached for the nearby bottle, slathering the shower gel onto the scrub and lathered it against his body. 

By the time Peppino had finally gotten out of the shower he glanced back at the clock. He felt a pang of dread as it was almost time to head to work for the day. Peppino hurried and set a kettle of water to boil while he dumped the contents of a packet of instant coffee and sugar into a mug. He leant over the counter and massaged at his temples, letting his eyes drift shut. 

"Good morning." You say quietly, stepping into the kitchen. 

"What do you want?" Peppino replied curtly. He just wanted to continue his morning in peace. Mentally he braced himself for you to bring up last night, which, right now, he didn't want to talk about it.

Had he bothered to face you, he would've seen your eyes held a mixture of indignation and hurt. Your lips form a thin line as you silently make your way passed him. 

As you make your way to the door, about to leave, you cast a final look over your shoulder at Peppino. 

"I hope you have a good day." You call over your shoulder at him. 

Peppino responds with an indistinguishable sound, his back still turned to you as he stirs the hot water and mixture. He shut his eyes in that moment with a sigh, hoping you wouldn't argue with him, not before you leave. 

Instead of hearing the door open, he hears you shuffling to get closer, feeling an arm wrap around his shoulder and chest in a half hug.

You press a kiss to his temple. He stares at you wearily but makes no move to reciprocate. 

At least after today he'd be able to sleep in. Peppino's thoughts drifted back to last night. He never meant to anger you or start an argument. Some days -especially this week- had been completely exhausting and took a substantial mental toll on him. All he had wanted to do was just lay down for the night and make it through today. 

"Can we talk about it later?" You ask.

Peppino shrugs, "Sure".  Returning your actions by shrugging you off. 

You frown but have nothing else to say. The door clicks open and then you were gone. 

A nagging voice told Peppino he shouldn't have let you go like that. 

* * * * * 

The entirety of today went by uneventfully, which Peppino had been thankful for. Earlier before opening the pizzeria he silently prayed Noise wouldn't stop by today. By now, glancing up at the clock, Peppino could safely assume that the menace wouldn't. 

Aside from having a short rush of orders earlier, Peppino had been able to sit and rest periodically. At one point his attention was fixed on the overhead TV as it broadcast some sort of accident. Apparently a truck had knocked over a stop sign and the breaks on it had failed. Luckily the driver had steered into a ditch and only caused a traffic jam, no casualties. 

All that was left now was to clean up, then Peppino could finally go home. The migraine had worsened significantly throughout the day. At various points where Peppino had to step into the back room to recollect himself. 

Merda. He groans. 

"Hey-a Gus, where's Bruno?" Peppino cracked the walk-in freezer door open and peered inside. 

"Probably out back again." Gustavo stacked the last plate with the others, setting the towel to the side. "I think you should head home Pep. I can cover the rest, you've looked like you were going to pass out all day".

"Are you sure"? 

"Yeah, I can finish cleaning up. You need to go home and rest". 

* * * * *

Peppino's eyes darted up to the clock again. Rain drummed softly against the roof while he bounced his leg, staring out the window. Minutes dragged on and seemed like hours as Peppino imagined various reasons why you weren't home yet. 

When he first arrived home, Peppino thought nothing of it. On occasion he would be home before you. Today seemed to be one of those days. So he thought. To kill time Peppino decided to get a shower and you would probably be home by the time he was finished. Peppino washed himself thoroughly, spending much longer in there than he expected.

Although, as he dried off and entered back into the living room, the house remained quiet and still. Peppino swallowed again, making his way to the shared bedroom. The bed was empty. 

By now you should have definitely been home. Peppino paced back to the kitchen, then the living room. At first he thought you might be running late due to the rain. Then an hour passed, then another. As far as he knew, you weren't supposed to go anywhere tonight. Why didn't you call him if you were going to be late? Were you ok? 

A creeping dread had picked at his mind as his eyes darted back back to the clock. 

What if something happened to you? A knot formed in his stomach as he recalled this morning. What if the last memory of you both was him brushing you off, like you were just an annoyance. A pest. 

You tried to be kind to him, even when he treated you so rudely last night and this morning. 

Peppino jolted at a sharp click and the door swung open. You were damp from the rain, grumbling as you fought against the wind to shut the door. Briefly you look over at Peppino, doing a double take as you notice relief flashing across his face before he scrambles to you. 

"Wha-hmphhh!" You gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs, barely having time to react as Peppino yanked you into a hug.

"I was worried something happened to you." He buried his face into your neck.

" 'm sorry," he mumbled as his grip on you tightened. "You're not-a annoyance. 'M sorry. It was stupid to be mad at you". 

"P-pino...can't breath." You choke out, patting him the best you can despite your arms being pinned to your sides. 

He eases his grip on you before pressing his forehead to yours, caressing the sides of your face in his hands. 

"I thought s-something happened to you." He whispered, gently brushing your cheeks with his thumbs.  

"Huh? No? There was some kind of road block. Then I decided, since I had to find another way home, to stop at the store. It started to pour while I was in there and I didn't bring an umbrella in. So I kinda just wandered around until the rain let up." You shrug and give him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for worrying you, I should've called".

"Yes you should've!" Peppino pulls you back against himself before scooping you into his arms, carrying you to the couch. You remain in his lap, sitting with him in silence as he holds you close.

"I'm sorry for not just getting a shower and snapping at you". 

You wrap your arms around him, "It's ok but please don't crawl into bed when you smell like that. I know you weren't in the mood but... maybe we could've gotten a shower together?"

Peppino gave a small smile at that. "Would you like to get-a shower now, to make up for that"? 

You give him a dubious squint, noting the glint in his eyes and offer a smile. "Didn't you already get one? And don't you want to go lay down"?

"I can-a get another one with you." He rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a light kiss against your neck. "We can lay down together after".

* * * * * 

"I love you." You'd press your forehead against Peppino's with a sleepy grin. Despite being half asleep he wrapped an arm around you.  "C'mere." He mumbled as he pulled you against him. "I love you too, Y/N". 

You make a happy noise as you lay your head against his chest and drift back to sleep. Together.  

Take this fic as an apology for bashing your kneecaps in with an angst bat with the original fic 🙃 💜

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Love you all and I appreciate everyone's support and encouragement to write these💜

[disastermages]

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“Do you remember how we first met?” Ningguang is careful about the way she asks the question, her hands balled into fists against Beidou’s bare chest, her head pillowed against her shoulder. Beidou’s fingers graze up and down her back, it’s the only way Ningguang knows she isn’t sleeping.

Those fingers draw to a stop in the middle of her spine, Beidou’s thumb digging in without the force it would take to actually hurt.

“You threw a rock at my head.” Beidou answers simply, “Is that what you’re thinking about with such a serious look on your face?” They’d been children then, not that either of them got much of a chance to be children. Beidou had been hellbent on her own survival and Ningguang had walked all over Liyue, from the harbor to wharf, selling her wares just so her family might have a little extra money. Ningguang hadn’t thought about why she decided to throw a rock at Beidou back then, she just felt compelled to do it. Something that Ningguang hadn’t had a word for back then had masked itself and paraded around as childhood cruelty.

“I threw a rock at you because I thought you were pretty and I wanted you to look at me.” The truth doesn’t come out easily, her eyes focusing hard on the expanse of skin between where she lays and Beidou’s shoulder. She can still faintly pick out where she’d sunk her teeth into Beidou earlier, a punishment for straying so far for so long. She doesn’t expect Beidou to snort and laugh, but she isn’t surprised either. The only reason she still sits up on her elbows is because she knows Beidou expects her to.

Ningguang lets Beidou follow after her, the blankets falling away from the both of them as Beidou sits up and holds Ningguang against her chest, one arm draped over her back while the other hand brushes hair from Ningguang’s face. Ningguang can’t stop herself, she’s already reaching for Beidou with both hands outstretched. “I thought you were dirty and loud and I didn’t want you to look at anyone but me.” Beidou’s cheeks are warm in Ningguang’s hands, her thumbs tracing over her lips. 

She’s always been possessive and selfish, but both of those things took new levels when it came to Beidou. The rest of the world could look, Ningguang wouldn’t care just so long as Beidou never looked at anyone else. Men and other women alike, none of them were allowed to have the kind of warmth Beidou looks at her with, it was Ningguang’s to keep like a hidden treasure. 

Beidou’s fingers splay wide against her back, tangling in Ningguang’s hair and tugging at the ends as she’s pulled in, their lips crushing together. It lacks the desperation and the heat from before, but Ningguang still moans into it. She can still taste herself on Beidou’s tongue. She’d ridden Beidou’s face for what seemed like forever as a punishment for sailing so far away from her reach. Beidou had proven her apology by digging her fingers into Ningguang’s thighs, holding her in place long after Ningguang had granted her forgiveness. Beidou had left Ningguang aching and bruised. Beidou took Ningguang into her hands and made her tender in ways no one else could. Ningguang knows she should hate her for it, for knowing her so well and so completely, but it only makes her want to keep Beidou closer. It only makes her more selfish.

Ningguang sinks her teeth into Beidou’s bottom lip to prove it, shifting herself over until she straddles Beidou’s thigh. “NingNing’er,” Beidou teases, a drop of blood clinging to her lips before Ningguang leans in to lick it away, “you’re acting like I’ve ever so much as glanced at anyone else.” Ningguang hates that nickname, she hates that Beidou uses it so fearlessly, she hates that Beidou is already dragging her back and forth over her thigh before she can object. “I’m only interested in treasures, after all. You said so yourself, didn’t you?”

“Liar.” Ningguang sighs and wraps her arms around Beidou’s neck, pressing herself closer. She grinds herself harder against Beidou’s thigh as a punishment, wrenching the control away from her all too quickly and biting her own lip. “You brought back that girl from Inazuma and acted like you were over the moon for her.” They hadn’t been children back then, but they still hadn’t been old enough to know better just yet. They’d still been young enough to play games of the heart with each other. Ningguang can’t claim full innocence either, she’d played with Beidou more than enough all on her own.

Two of Beidou’s fingers drag slow, heavy circles over Ningguang’s clit as a grin blossoms on her face, “I forgot about that. You looked like you wanted to claw her eyes out.” The memory of Beidou pulling that stunt felt as if it were a lifetime ago now, it was before Beidou was a captain, it was shortly after she’d started making her way, Ningguang hadn’t been the Tianquan then, either. A kiss, light and feathery, lands against Ningguang’s cheek as a moan slips past her lips. 

“I was going to.” Ningguang says it without an ounce of guilt. That girl had known what she was doing, she’d even had the audacity to look smug while she hung over Beidou, her arms around her waist rather than around her neck the way Beidou preferred. She’d done everything wrong and Beidou had still brought her all the way back to Liyue. “What were you thinking?” There’s hostility in her voice as Ningguang catches Beidou’s wrist and drives her hand forward, needing to feel Beidou inside of her. Beidou’s thumb picks up the abandoned post her fingers left, the three appendages working in tandem to soothe Ningguang’s temper. 

“You broke my heart, Ning. What else was I supposed to do?” The wound is old, long since scabbed and scarred over, but there’s still something tender and painful in Beidou’s eye when Ningguang pulls back to look at her, her hips going still and her arms tensing around Beidou’s neck. It gives Beidou the opportunity to snatch control away from her yet again and push her down onto her back. Ningguang spreads her legs and wraps her thighs as tightly around Beidou’s waist as she can manage. It’s a silent plea for Beidou to stay, to not get up and walk away from her, for Beidou to stay where Ningguang can reach over and feel her too warm body and lay her head on her chest.

Beidou’s fingers and thumb are still damp with Ningguang’s slick as Beidou wraps her hands around Ningguang’s wrists, pinning them to the bed while she looks down at Ningguang. The expression on Beidou’s face would be unreadable to anyone else, but to Ningguang the hurt and desire mix into something tumultuous, like crashing waves during a storm, like a hurricane about to deliver itself onto the shores of their hearts. “I lived for your letters. At every port we stopped at, I hoped that you’d written to me and that you’d sprayed the paper with your perfume so I wouldn’t have to try and remember what you smelled like when I held you in my arms.” Ningguang had convinced herself that she was the cruel one, but what other name is there for the way Beidou grinds them against each other? “I thought about you day and night, about how we were going to get married just as soon as we’d saved up enough mora.” 

Ningguang can’t help the way her body jolts in response to Beidou’s weight against her, moans ripping out of her faster than she dares stop them. “Beidou,” Ningguang tries, but Beidou interrupts her with a snap of her hips and the tightening of her hands. Ningguang thought she knew what agony was, she thought it was waiting through storm after storm, hoping against hope that Beidou hadn’t been dragged to the bottom of the sea. She thought agony was repeatedly peeking through a door she’d slammed shut.

“I knew your mother hated me, that she thought I would ruin you. I just never expected you to agree with her. I never thought your next letter would say that you couldn’t marry me. I never thought you would send your engagement necklace back.” It hadn’t been easy, Ningguang hadn’t taken off the pendant since Beidou draped it around her neck. The noctilucous jade had been heavy, but it had been Ningguang’s prized possession once. She thought sending it back to Beidou would kill her, or if it didn’t, it would kill Beidou instead. The thought alone almost made her keep it.

Beidou’s throat catches, dragging out something between a moan and a sob as she hangs above Ningguang, her breasts starting to bounce as she picks up the pace of her grinding. “You wouldn’t even tell me why, you sent back all my letters without even opening them, Ningguang.” They never talked about it. It was an unspoken agreement, it was the kinder thing for both of them, at least Ningguang had thought so. “I couldn’t even get you to see me when I got back.” Beidou’s words get tighter and tighter the closer she drags the both of them to orgasm, her grip on Ningguang’s wrists loosening and then tightening again at intervals.

“What… What did you do with the pendant after… after I sent it back to you?” Ningguang asks, breathless but still desperate to know. She’d always wondered, but she’d never been able to ask. Not until now.

“I threw it into the ocean.” There’s an angry edge to Beidou’s voice, angry enough that Ningguang thinks it might be a lie, that the pendant might still be laying in the bottom of Beidou’s desk drawer aboard the Alchor, waiting for the day it would be returned to Ningguang’s hands. “I was too drunk to care.”

Wrestling her hands free, Ningguang drags Beidou down for a proper kiss, before the anger has a chance to sink in fully. Beidou would stay away out of spite if it did. Ningguang couldn’t bear that. She barely survived it all those years ago.

Her kiss is Beidou’s undoing, it often is, but Ningguang clings to Beidou through it, refusing to let her pull away again. Her nails dig into Beidou’s back and her scalp as Ningguang comes hard again, she’d already lost track of how many times Beidou had brought her to orgasm, though her mind still goes thick and sluggish as if it were the first time.

For a long moment, Ningguang wonders if Beidou has gone sullen, her eye angry and her mouth refusing to open, but then she feels it. Something hot and wet burns against her shoulder and Ningguang tightens her arms where they lay instinctively.

She would marry Beidou now. She would wear the green and gold wedding robes and the heavy crown atop her head. Ningguang would buy Beidou three more ships as a wedding present because she could. But the Beidou who would hold Ningguang’s hands in her own and ask her in a soft voice, both of her eyes shining, if she would marry her is gone. That guileless Beidou lays at the bottom of the ocean with the pendant she’d worked day and night for three months to buy.

Ningguang had drowned her and then she’d fallen in love with Beidou all over again. She’d accepted and loved this new Beidou who’d never let their knees brush while she asked for her hand. Before she can stop them, tears spill out of her own eyes and drip onto the top of Beidou’s head, her breathing turning loud and rough.

“Ning?” Beidou calls, her voice wobbly, but strong as she fights past Ningguang’s arms. “Oh fuck, Ningguang, I’m…” Beidou starts, but trails off, her hands reaching for Ningguang before stopping and restarting again. They didn’t do this with each other, it was how Ningguang liked it. Beidou’s hands, callused and wonderful, find Ningguang’s cheeks and wipe away the tears. 

If she had any sense left, Ningguang would push Beidou away and kick her out for the night, but she can’t, she might die if she had to watch Beidou’s back get smaller and smaller as she walked away from her again. Instead, against her better judgment, Ningguang leans into Beidou’s hands and breathes hard to try and pull herself together, her eyes squeezed shut. 

“That girl from Inazuma,” Ningguang starts, her chest still heaving, “it wasn’t because you…loved her, was it?” They aren’t young anymore, Ningguang won’t beat around the bush. She forces herself to say the word. “You only carried on with her because you wanted to bother me, didn’t you?” No matter how old she is, the memory still makes Ningguang feel juvenile enough to froth with jealousy. 

Beidou could have done more with that girl from Inazuma, she could’ve played the game longer. She could have let that girl lean in closer and kiss her neck like Ningguang did, she could have sat her in her lap at Wanmin Restaurant like she used to talk Ningguang into doing and she could have held her tight around the middle, but she hadn’t. The second Ningguang had stormed over, cold indifference in her eyes towards the girl, Beidou had let herself be dragged off and pushed against the wall of some alley. Ningguang had intended to argue and raise her voice, she thought she was shaking with anger, but she’d collapsed against Beidou’s chest and realized too late that she’d been shaking with envy and heartbreak all at once. 

“I don’t even remember her name, Ning.” Beidou answers and Ningguang can’t find a single lie in the depths of her eye. It shouldn’t soothe her as much as it does, but a knot works itself loose from between Ningguang’s shoulders. “She wasn’t you, that’s all that mattered to me back then, and it’s all that matters to me right now.”

The girl’s name had been Haruka, and she’d thrown a fit when she caught the two of them kissing as though they were the only two sources of air for each other in all of Teyvat. Ningguang doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt for keeping tabs on her even after she’d gone back to Inazuma.

“How fickle the great Captain Beidou is.” Ningguang says, her thumb tracing over Beidou’s bottom lip as it swells. She’d been cruel, but she knows Beidou can handle it, she knows how much Beidou looks forward to it. 

Never again would Ningguang deprive her of it.