#the way they can't stop touching each other

[evnndiaz]

the first time after they have sex buck tries not to be too clingy. holds onto the following moments post orgasm where tommy's still on top of him, inside of him, and they trade slow, soft kisses, panting into each others mouths. lets himself run his hands across tommy's skin, down his back, over his sides, memorising. but bites back his whine when tommy finally pulls away. he hums softly when tommy kisses his cheek and murmurs, "i'll be right back," and ignores the urge to grab his hand and beg him to stay. lets him leave the bed and tries to focus on something else other than the way his skin immediately feels cold. tries not to feel disappointed. reminds himself that everybody has different needs, it's not all about him. instead, tries to summon the energy to get his own legs working again so he can get up, too.

and then tommy's back. there's a cloth, damp with warm water, swiping gently across his stomach, down his thighs, cleaning him. he can't help the sound that escapes him this time when tommy wipes over his hole, still sensitive, even with as careful as tommy is. tommy runs a hand along his thigh, soothing, apologetic, says, "sorry, kid. you'll regret it in about five minutes if we don't clean up now though, trust me," his voice is raspy, still sounding as thoroughly fucked as when he was in the process of actually fucking buck. buck tries not to preen.

and then tommy's throwing the cloth across the room and buck hears the gentle thump of it landing in the laundry basket. thinks, stupidly, 'score'. and then there's a kiss being placed on buck's inner thigh, and then his stomach, and then tommy's making his way back up buck's body, kissing his mouth. buck sighs, melts into the kiss. doesn't grab onto tommy's shoulder, the back of his head, like he so desperately wants to. lets tommy pull away again, though he doesn't go far this time, hovering over buck.

"s'okay. you- you didn't have to do that, though. i- i would've-" and tommy shuts him up with another kiss. he's smiling oh so softly when he pulls away, has his 'evan' expression on his face, as everyone else has deemed it. flicks his eyes over buck's face, searching, says, "evan. i wanted to, okay? i like looking after you. makes my hindbrain happy."

buck laughs, feels warm in the way he's come accustomed to feeling when he's with tommy, and tommy's smile widens, like he's accomplished exactly what he wanted to and then he's flopping down next to buck, close, so close that their shoulders, arms, thighs are touching, pressed lightly against each other, but he doesn't move to do anything else. a minute ticks by and buck wants to shuffle closer, curl his body around his boyfriends and have tommy's arms wrap around him, engulf him in that way that always makes him feel safe, loved. knows if he asked, tommy would absolutely oblige because he's so good, so amazing like that. doesn't ask. doesn't want to put tommy out. stays where he is, settles for the points of contact they're already sharing despite the ways his skin screams-

"evan," buck startles, doesn't think it's the first time tommy's said his name. rolls his head on his pillow and finds tommy already looking at him, eyes crinkled in amusement. wants to reach out and run his fingers along the lines, ingrain them into his memory. doesn't, but tommy does. reaches out with both hands, pulls at him, gently but firmly, "come on, get over here, i wanna cuddle," he manhandles and rearranges buck how he wants him, until buck's lying half on top of him. head tucked under his chin, one of his thighs thrown across his legs and buck has to remind his dick that they've just had sex and to calm the fuck down because fuck- that's hot, but now's really not the time. one of tommy's arms falls across his waist, tugging buck impossibly closer, like he'd tuck buck inside his skin if he could. buck wouldn't stop him. tommy's other hand comes to rest against buck's head, fingers occasionally moving to pet at his mess of curls.

and buck tucks his face further into tommy's neck, takes a breathe, and another, surrounds his senses with his boyfriend. clings, because he thinks it's okay this time. tommy's clinging, too. lips press to the top of his head, dropping a kiss there. hears tommy's soft, "you okay?"

"yeah. yeah, i'm okay. just- this- this is nice. i- i really like being close to you."

"yeah? good. i really like being close to you, too, evan."

[mistywaves98]

nerd! scara with a big cock? 😳

Just wanted to write something to make up for my lack of posting, it's definitely not as good as my usual writing 😭

✧･ﾟ:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, He has a big dick, Belly bulge, Touch of praise (he calls you 'good girl'), Super duper short!

You can't really decide if you're just abnormally small or if he's just annoyingly big, or both.

You never expected the nerd of the class to be walking around with all that in his pants. When you finally agreed to take him for the first time, you didn't even bother to prep, insisting that you'd be able to take it like any other dick. Boy, were you in for a shock.

He wasn't even half way in yet and you already had tears in your eyes from how much the stretch hurt, knuckles paling from how hard you gripped the sheets. You almost considered telling him to pull out, but despite the burn of practically being torn in two, the pleasure was still undeniable.

The way his cock kissed every sweet spot inside of you made your eyes roll back, body arching whenever the tip bullied its way past your cervix. With each thrust it was as if you were being split apart, but in the best way possible. You were breathless, moans and cries falling from your agape mouth. Scaramouche couldn't deny that it was adorable to see your mind crumble just from a couple pumps of his dick, he had barely picked up the pace yet!

But when he did, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The bed creaked and groaned beneath you with every grind of his hips against yours. your chest heaved with each breath you took, unable to focus on anything but him and his cock. As Scaramouche began to move faster inside of you, his length filling you up to the brim with each thrust.

It didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to form, the coil threatening to snap as the minutes wore by. He could tell that you were getting close from your incoherent mumbling and whining. His hands moved to cup the underside of one of your thighs, nails digging into the plush skin as he lifted it so that it was over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to reach all kinds of new angles that made you cry out as you finally squirted around him.

The sight of you coming undone was so beautiful to him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead, grinning at the way your body shuddered beneath him. His pace slowed a bit, rocking his hips against your own till he finally came inside you with a groan. Cum flooded your pussy, mixing with your own juices and making your entire lower region feel warm but he didn't pull out just yet.

Scaramouche's hand trailed across your body, stopping when his fingers brushed over the bulge in your stomach where he was nestled deep within you. Smirking, he gently pressed into it with his palm, relishing the sweet wail that came from your throat.

"You're so adorable, y'know that? Taking me all the way like a good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

[thoughtidtry]

Built To Be Bad PT. 1 - MV

SUMMARY: Angst! You know he cheated in your heart so why can't you leave him behind. PAIRING: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader A/N: Inspired by Built To Be Bad by Grace Gachot & Alex Sampson. 1.6K+ words. I promise I like Max lol he's just so easy to write angst for.

Built To Be Bad - MV

"I used to take a hundred photographs. Just to send the perfect one"

Charles always teased you when you took selfies but for you, it was worth it. The perfect picture took time and you knew that from years of being a photographer. Even if it was only going to be seen by one person you could help yourself, especially when that one person was Max. 

You had known Max almost your whole life from the weekends you spent at the karting track with your brothers. He had always been a constant but over time the friendship you two had developed evolved into more. Charles hadn't been happy to see his rival and sister together at first but he accepted it. 

Now your time at the paddock was split between the Redbull and Ferrari garages. Seeing them racing against each other was always exhilarating but slightly painful as one would always have to lose to the other. You had stood by Max's side through his first years in F1, hearing all his frustrations, the good, bad, and ugly. 

When you weren't able to be by his side you made sure to always send him pictures of your day and what you had done. That is where your love of photography actually starts just recording your life for him. 

"I felt a hundred butterflies. Every time your name came up."

Not being able to travel to every race was normal if not expected in the f1 world. Those times away from each other only made your time together more important.  When you were away from the Max you two made sure to always text constantly and call almost every night. See his name pop up on your phone always brightens your mood. 

You felt like you could float away some days with how happy you felt having Max as your boyfriend. In the beginning of your relationship it felt like butterflies had inhabited your stomach the moment he spoke to you. Now it was more a relaxing wave washed over your body. You would still blush when your friends brought up Max but it was nice. 

“Three more years than you deserved, nervous when you never were.”

Max was never nervous when it came to you. How could he be when you had followed him around for years without any sight of of leaving. That’s probably why things took the turn they did. He could never imagine you leaving him no matter what he did. At first it had put him at ease because he knew how much you loved him but as time passes he began to take the for granted. Ever since his first world championship 3 years ago he had slowly started to care less about you. 

You had always been nervous around Max. He was talented, smart, attractive, and even though some would disagree, kind. It didn’t take much for you to become a nervous mess in from of him. A stolen glance that lasted a bit to long or even the way he with brush his hand across your back as he would pass would do you in. You love how calm he was in every situation, he was your calm. The calm you felt has slowly drifted away as time went on to the point you didn’t even know when it had started. 

“Just one of like a hundred girls, you’ll never know how much it hurt.”

Over time Max stopped calling you on nights you didn’t travel with him to races making excuses. Most of the time it was just that he had been so tired that he had fallen asleep. You understood that his job could be very tiring but that had never stopped him before. Even when he was home you started to notice he was more distant than normal. He touched you less, did want to go on dates anymore, and barely listened when you spoke. 

One day you were ordering something for the house but had left your wallet in the car so you asked to borrow his card to place the order. He had dismissively nodded not realizing what you had actually asked. That was until he heard a soft gasp coming from where you stood.

“When I saw her photograph next to mine. She had cocoa hair laying by your side.” 

You couldn’t believe what was in your hands. Max has always kept a picture of you in his wallet. One of the many you would send him. He usually would trade them out over time choosing a new favorite. When you saw it sticking out of the bill portion of the wallet you were curious about which one he had chosen. 

As you went to pull it out you notice there were two instead of one. Thinking nothing of it you pull both out. The first was one you had taken a year or so back smiling on a sidewalk in downtown Monaco while out shopping with some friends. You were surprised he still had one that was old in his wallet but knew the other would probably be newer as you moved the second to the front. 

The moment you looked at the photo you froze with a small gasp escaping in shock. It wasn’t you on the phone but a girl with cocoa brown hair. She smiled up at the camera while Max, your Max, was kissing her cheek. Before you could even fully process what you had seen Max was snatching the wallet and photos out of your hands. 

“You said she’s a friend for the hundredth time, but I saw your face and your face don’t lie.”

“She's just a friend” 

Max said while putting both photos back in their place. You looked at him for a moment before responding. He looked nervous, for the first time in years Max was nervous. 

“So you just carry pictures of random people now?”

You were so confused. Who was she? When was it taken? What does this mean for you? Max broke your train of thought to correct you.

“She is not some random person, like I said she's a friend.”

The defense in his voice along with the look he was giving you told you all you needed to know. You nodded your head slowly making Max think you believed him. He sighed in relief taking a step toward you but you quickly backed away. You wanted to be angry at him, yell, maybe even cuss him out but all you felt was heartbroken. 

“I’m going to stay with Charles for a while, he's been wanting me to come over. I am going to go pack my bag.”

With that, you quickly walked to your shared bedroom and locked the door before Max could get in. You could hear Max on the other side banging on the door but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Grabbing your phone, you quickly call your brother. He answered almost immediately in a cheerful tone.

“Hey sis, what up? Shouldn’t you be all over Max around this time.” 

You let out a small sob that has your mask cracked a bit. He was right, you barely called him when Max was home, usually wanting to spend as much time as possible with the Dutchman. 

“Charles, can you come get me? I need to get out of here.”

You could hear the immediate sound of him grabbing his keys as you spoke. He didn’t know what was happening but if you were calling him, he would be there. The door to his apartment slamming shut could be heard through the phone as he raced out. 

“I’m on my way sis. Don’t hang up.”

You nodded like Charles could see you as you began to grab all your necessities from around the room and stuffed them into bags. By the time your brother arrived you had all you camera equipment packed along with clothes and any other important items packed into two separate bags. You heard him storm into the house like a hurricane. He was yelling at Max accusing him of so many different things when you open the door with your bags in hand. 

Max noticed your presence first, trying to get to you before Charles shoved him back and yelled at him not to even think about getting close to you. Charles looked him up and down one more time before speaking to you without taking his eyes off Max.

“The car is out front. Go ahead and get in it, I’ll be there in a second.” 

You went to argue that he should just come with you but you knew he wasn’t going to listen to you. Taking one more look at Max you did as you were told and turned to leave the apartment.

“Please liedje just let me explain.”

Max exclaimed in desperation as you left but you didn’t even spare him another glance knowing if you did you would crumble. Charles on the other hand as soon as you were out the door laughed. 

“I hope whatever you did was worth it cause you won’t be seeing my sister again.” 

Max saw red at the Ferrari driver’s statement. He quickly cleared the distance between them to punch Charles in the face but your brother was prepared. Before Max even had a chance to swing, Charles had his fist firmly planted in his stomach. 

“Don’t be stupid Max, what would she think if you punched her brother too.”

With a sly smirk on his face Charles strolled out the door as Max doubled over in pain. By the time he had gotten to the car you had already started crying. The satisfaction he felt quickly disappeared as he saw the state you were in. Getting the driver seat he silently started the engine and began to drive. He wanted to know what had happened but you need time and he would respect that.

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A/N There will be a part 2. More angst is on the way. lmk in the comment what you think or if you would like to be tagged in pt.2!

[lovebittenbyevans]

Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Being married for five years to Gojo Satoru is not all that it seems to be.

Pairing: Actor!Gojo Satoru x Wife!Female Reader

Warnings: angst, cursed words, fame au

Author note: Hello, Welcome to Life In The Spotlight AU Universe series. Enjoy reading this out of order chronological series. Comment, like and reblog.

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Being around the parties, rich celebrities was always a good time to be at. You got used to the fame of being Gojo's girlfriend at first then wife over the years. Everywhere you go with Gojo paparazzi always taking pictures of you two or sometimes a video.

His fans love him like crazy and you were not surprised what an amazing fanbase Gojo has. Even though some of his fans send you death threats every now and then. On social media you had to put your account private because everyday some fans leave nasty comments as well.

Although you were able to live your life the way you wanted while being with Gojo, you started to notice a change in him for the last few months. He was always working which was understandable but he would stop calling you and text you while he is at work on set being busy.

You would send him a lot of voicemail and text messages since he doesn’t answer your calls anymore. He would sometimes come home late drunk and out of his mind. Some days he doesn't bother to say hello to you or kiss you. The connection between you two was slipping away slowly.

You were over it.

You were tired.

You felt your feelings to be all over the place. You can tell he was not the same Gojo you fell in love with and wanted to marry. You can tell the spark between you two is always there but it feels like you two are drifting apart.

Sitting on the bed, you were still deciding whether to go to the Screen Actors Guild Awards this evening. You were so busy this morning being around your friends that you almost forgot about it.

Of course you wanted to show your support for your husband even though you already feel off. You sat there on the bed holding your dress when you heard his voice along with his footsteps. “Babe, are you almost ready?”

He stopped at the door when you glanced up at him. “Babe we are going to be–” You cut him off immediately. “I decided I don’t want to actually go, Gojo.”

Gojo eyes were on you. “What?” He never once heard you turn down any award show you wanted to go to with him.

Your eyes filled with tears as he entered the room. “What do you mean?”

You glanced at him and wiped your tears away swiftly. “This marriage and us, I can't do this anymore.” You continue to speak. “We don’t communicate anymore. It’s obvious you don’t answer my calls and texts. You come home drunk all the time. You are out everyday at some dinner and always at one of your friend’s parties.”

You had to let it out. You've been holding this in for so long that you didn’t know how to tell him. You love Gojo so much but sometimes you wish he was a different person and your marriage could be so much better.

He crosses his arms as his back touches against the wall. “Y/N, I may not be the fairy tale prince you wanted but I treated you good.”

You scoff and meet his gaze. “Fairy tale prince? I never told you I wanted that princess Cinderella bullshit!” Your voice started to get loud.

As he runs his fingers through his white hair, he sighs. “Y/N, don’t lie. You wanted that version with me during this whole marriage and I gave you that.” He knew you were going to not tell him the truth about what you really wanted in this marriage.

“What I wanted!? Wow.” Your voice got even louder. “Gojo, when we met and started seeing each other you were the sweetest guy. I wanted to be with. You were a romantic as well and it’s obvious all you wanted was my attention even after we got married.”

You can’t believe this bullshit. The Gojo you got was when you two first started dating and seeing each other. He hasn’t changed until after you have been married to him for five years.

He shakes his head while listening to you. “You started ignoring me once you went to Chicago for a few months to film that movie you were excited to be in.” Gojo just stood there looking at you. He can see the hurt on your face. He noticed he hasn’t been a good husband to you but he didn’t want to admit it to himself.

“That’s not–I always call you and text you when I am there.” He walked over to the bed and sat down next to you.

You shake your head and move away from him on the bed. “G, you just love lying huh?” For once you wanted him to be honest with you.

He said, pretending to act dumb. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

You scoff. “Don’t be stupid now. You come home drunk all the time. You barely touch me and kiss me anymore. It’s like you are allergic to me.”

“What? I don’t–” You interrupted him before he responded to you. “I AM YOUR WIFE! I am not some fucking random bitch you come home to every so often!”

Gojo's stunning eyes widened in surprise. He never saw you lose your temper like that with him ever. When you and him have a disagreement he always sees you stay calm and humble.

Your heart was racing. You were unable to think at all. You felt your head begin to pound, noticing a slight headache coming along as well.

“Honey I–” He paused when you got up off the bed taking a step straight to the closet. “I–I didn’t know you felt this way.” He mumbles.

You open the closet door and place the dress on a hanger. “How could you? You are too busy being Mr.Hollywood star getting drunk all the time and accompanying a few women.”

The loneliness was starting to creep up on you again. You have felt like this for the last two years and a half.

“Y/N, I would never cheat on you.” He said, honestly.

You placed the dress back in the closet and closed the door. “Well, it seems like your co-star Julia had other ideas for the blogs to know.”

Gojo was confused because he had no idea what you were talking about. He took his phone out of his pocket when he realized the time he had to be at the event.

“Huh? She wouldn’t–” He stopped talking when his phone was buzzing like crazy. He stared at the screen seeing notifications from his friends asking where he was. He clicked on his messages and ignored the ones above.

Gojo doesn’t always check his emails, text messages sometimes because he is a busy man. He kept scrolling and scrolling through his phone when he finally realized a bunch of headlines about him and his co-star Julia for the last few months.

Gojo Satoru spotted out with his co-star Julia at a restaurant

Gojo Satoru seen getting cozy with his co-star Julia on set of their new movie The Angel Above

Gojo Satoru seen drunk with some friends and his co-star Julia

“Where is his wife?” One comment on the article says.

How did he let this get too far?

How has he not seen all of these different headlines in a matter of months?

He turned his phone off as he met your gaze. “Honey, I am sorry.” You let out a fake chuckle while grabbing a pillow and a blanket off the bed. “Too late for sorry. I’ll be sleeping somewhere else when you get back.”

You walked out of the bedroom as Gojo quickly followed behind you. “Wait! Are you leaving me?” You opened the door to the guest room and turned around staring at him. “Have a good night G.”

The door slammed shut before Gojo could get a word out. He stared at the door feeling a tear roll down his cheeks. “Fuck!” Worried that his marriage would fail, he struck the wall with his hand as he went downstairs and out of the house.

[homestylehughes]

boyfriend jack headcanons

jack hughes x fem!reader 

summary: how i think jack would act as a boyfriend!

warnings: sfw and nsfw 18+

wc: 642

an: hiiiii loves!!! i thought since i already did luke, and quinn boyfriend headcanons i thought i should finish off the hughes brothers and do jack!! i'm currently going through jack withdraws and tmr is his birthday... HE NEEDS TO MAKE HIMSELF KNOWN AGAIN!! anywayssssss! hope you enjoy, like and reblog if you do, much love<3

happy reading <3

Sfw: 

bf!jack:  jack is a big cuddler. It doesn't matter if he's the big spoon, little spoon or just laying flat on top of you, he just likes being around you in general. He loves cuddling after a long day on the boat during summer, your warm skin always invites him in.

bf!jack: jack loves cooking for you, a lot of people poke at jack for not being able to cook, but in reality he can cook very well. You never get tired of the smell and sight of Jack looking for you after a long day or just randomly. Institing that you sit down and drink a glass of wine, saying he’ll take care of everything.

bf!jack: jack hates horror films, but you love them. You never make him have to watch them with you but he does anyway. You'll never forget the time that you guys were watching halloween on halloween and he stayed up all night talking about michael myers and how if he came face to face with him, how he would take him down explaining his strategies to you in extreme detail. 

bf!jack: oh buddy, is jack a yapper. He loves to talk, he can talk about everything and anything with you. He never runs out of things to say, his favorite time to yap is when you both get settled into bed, you both go back and forth about most random things before you sleep, making for the best laughs and memories.

bf!jack: jack is obsessed with you. Completely whipped, his brothers and friends would say, he can never get enough of you. He loves being around you, posting you on his social media, showing you off at any event he has to go to, you are always his plus one. He loves when people ask about you, he talks about you so sweetly and lovingly. He loves everything about you.

nsfw: 

bf!jack: jack loves to fuck you everywhere, even in the most risky places where theres a high chance that you can get caught. His new favorite place to fuck you at is the balcony of your guys apartment, where anyone could see you at any moment. 

Bf!jack: your moans have to be jack's favorite sounds. He loves hearing how responsive you are to everything he does. The way your mouth falls open as you try and talk but nothing comes out, or when you drop your head back and moan his name loudly, telling him not to stop.

bf!jack: jack loves giving you hickey to show everyone that you're his. I'm not talking about the ones that are hidden, I mean the ones that are bright purple and red, the ones that you can't cover. Covering you in them, then parading you around like you're the stanley cup in front of everyone.

bf!jack: jack seeing you with his number on your back, really does something to him. After almost every home game, he bends you over the couch and fucks you with the jersey on your back, hes convinced its the hottest sight hes evet laid his eyes on

bf!jack: loves loves loves cockwarming, sometimes he does even crave a release, he just wants to be close to you. The way you wrap around him so warm and snug as you guys sleep or just laying in bed contempt with each other.

bf!jack: jack loves to edge you. He loves hearing and watching you beg to cum. The sight alone of you fucked out on the bed, sweat covering your body as your hands are tied up above your head so you cant touch. Jack thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, alternating between his mouth and finger, maybe both at the sametime. Hearing you moan and beg to come from above him.

[elly-grace]

Take me to paradise

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Warning: terrible attempt at writing smut, pregnancy

Thank you @funnyjb for proof reading and the request!

The morning sun shone into the windows of the bungalow where you and Joe were staying. Yesterday was the day you finally married the love of your life. Joe and you caught a flight late last night so you could spend as much time as you could in the Bahamas.

You were excited to have Joe all to yourself, he had been a hard man to get alone recently. You roll over to face your husband, you just admire him for a few minutes before finally deciding to wake him up with a kiss.

“Well that may be the best way to be woken up.” His morning voice was extremely sexy. You knew Joe planned something for the day, but a quickie wouldn’t hurt would it? As if Joe knew what you were thinking he flipped you over so he was on top of you.

“What is my beautiful wife thinking about?”

“Just how sexy you look and sound in the morning.”

That was enough for him to start to lean down and kiss you. His lips suddenly found their way to your neck, then collar bone, then your stomach. Then he stopped and looked at you with a devilish grin.

“It’s time to get ready, we have stuff to do.”

“Joey, you can’t just make me wet then not do anything about it!” you whined out, feeling incredibly frustrated that he would do that to you. But he didn’t budge, he just kept that stupid grin on his face.

“Later baby, I promise.” he said, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue. Then you had an idea, you waited till he walked away then started to touch yourself moaning loudly. It didn’t feel as good as you were making it sound but you wanted to get his attention. When he heard you moaning he dropped what he was doing and made his way back to the room.

“Were you touching yourself?”

You look at him innocently.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Don’t lie to me, you know exactly what I mean.” You could see the lust in Joe's eyes.

“So what if I was? You weren’t going to take care of it.”

That was it, he had enough of you teasing him. He pinned you to the bed and started to create friction between the two of you.

“Oh I will take care of it baby”

The tension between the two of you only grew. Joe’s look was primal, looking at you like you were his prey. The two of you had had sex plenty of times, but never once did he give you the look he was giving you now. The feeling in your stomach only gets stronger as things progress.

“Joe” you breathed out.

“Yes.”

“Please”

“Please what?”

“Please, make me yours.”

“You already belong to me”

The next day

The next morning Joe woke up before you, he walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make you breakfast. The two of you stayed in bed all day, between your rendezvous and just enjoying each other's company. Joe knew you would be sore after the day you guys had. When he finished making breakfast, he comes back into the room with your breakfast and wakes you with a kiss. You stir awake feeling his lips on yours.

“Good morning baby, I made breakfast.” he said then placed the plate on the bed in front of you he made pancakes. You smiled at him.

“Good morning Joey. Aww my favorite, thank you!”

Joe stole a pancake from your plate and started eating it. The two of you enjoyed breakfast together. You were loving having your husband to yourself, with no one else around. As the two of you finish breakfast you guys decided on going to the beach today.

You went into the bathroom to start getting ready, you had packed three swimsuits but couldn’t decide which one.

“Joey!”

“What's wrong baby?”

“Nothing, I can't decide which swimsuit to wear”

You show him the three swimsuits hanging up.

“Okay baby, let me take a look.”

He looks behind you at the Swimsuits he sees a beautiful orange ruffled off the shoulder top. He points to it, “wear this top with black bottoms.”

“Joe I’m not going to a bengals game. We're on our honeymoon.”

“Just please wear it” he pleaded with you and you gave up.

The two of you finished getting ready then headed to the beach which was private due to being attached to your bungalow.

You look up at Joe who is looking at you, you both smile at each other.

“LAST ONE TO THE WATER IS A ROTTEN EGG!” Joe screamed as he ran to the water. You laughed at your husband's behavior, but didn’t run to the water like he thought you would. Then you see him come out of the water and run back to you.

“Were on our honeymoon, lets have some fun Y/N”

“I’m good here where I can stay dry, plus I think we had plenty of fun yesterday.”

“Not that kind of fun.” he said then picked you up.

“JOSEPH LEE BURROW DON’T YOU DARE DO WHAT I THINK YOUR ABOUT TO DO!”

You yelled, smacking him in an attempt to get him to drop you. Your attempts were futile, your husband threw you into the water then got in himself. He had a smirk on his face, and started laughing when he saw your face. He thought you looked adorable when angry and you for sure were angry right now. Joe knew you wanted to tan but now you were in the water.

“It’s not funny.”

“Admit it, it kinda is. You thought you would stay dry while at the beach.”

You started to laugh with him.

“I love you so much Joey”

“I love you too.”

Your honeymoon continued to go great until the 5th day. You were violently ill, you kept throwing up. You wanted to cry but you didn’t have the energy for it. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed, didn’t feel like eating and Joe was extremely worried. Yet Joe came and offered to make you soup every hour, he was trying to give you space, not that he didn’t want to be there for you. It was because he couldn’t do anything to help you feel better which broke him.

Then it hit you, you were late, maybe your period was finally coming and just making you sick. But when you went to the bathroom and you still hadn’t had your period you go in your toiletry bag and grab a pregnancy test. You and Joe weren't planning on having kids this soon but if it happens it happens. You only had packed some because your mom told you it happens more than you'd think where the newlyweds get pregnant on the honeymoon.

You waited ten minutes and then gasped, when you looked at the test. Tears start streaming down your face, you were excited to start a family with Joe even if it wasn’t planned.

“Joey!”

Joe ran into the bathroom and saw the test in your hand and the tears streaming down your face. Taking large steps towards you he hugs you and looks at the test, then the tears brim his eyes.

“You're pregnant?”

You nodded.

“I know, we planned on waiting a year or two.”

“You're pregnant!” he spoke excitedly and picked you up and spun you around

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

kisses prompt #7 and #19 with patrick zweig or art donaldson 🧎🏽‍♀️

Warnings: Virgin Reader; sexual implications; smooches; fluff; no physical Reader descriptions; no Y/N

Prompts: French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them & One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

"It's not a big deal."

That's what he tells you when you admit it to him—when you half-mumble the truth before raising your drink to your lips, like you can pull what you just said back in and swallow it. But Patrick doesn't so much as blink.

"Everyone's technically got a 'first time', eventually, whether you use it or not, you know?"

He shrugs, waves it off, and to him...It seems to really not matter.

Until he leans in with a grin, offers: "You ever wanna lose it, you have my number."

You figure you're out of your mind when you text him—but you're feeling lonely, and unwanted, and horny in a way that you know won't be solved by your fingers or fantasies or toys. You wince as you send the text, your stomach twisting in knots as you see three bubbles pop up from his side of the conversation. He's gonna let you down easy, right? Or is he going to make fun of you mercilessly, oh god—

But your phone buzzes, and your heart stops at the sight of his reply:

be there in ten

--

He doesn't let you stew in the awkwardness. He doesn't tease or ask where you're gonna do this. You can feel him watching you as you open beers for the two of you, as you studiously avoid his gaze when you pass one to him. You lightly toast, and you wait for a joke—to popping your cherry—something like that, but Patrick is quiet. It's disconcerting. You're used to the talkative, teasing Patrick. Quiet, speculative, curious Patrick is making your nervous.

You each make it through a sip before Patrick is taking the bottle out of your hand and setting it aside, along with his. You find yourself looking around the kitchen for a conversation starter—there has to be something that you read in the news this morning that the two of you can talk about, or some meme or movie or something to make him forget why you asked him over there in the first place.

But he sweeps in before you can second-guess yourself. His hands are chilly from the beers, and you shiver as he cups your face, his thumbs sweeping across the apples of your cheeks as he tilts your head. His lips are so warm against yours, and your eyes slip closed as he crowds you against the kitchen counter.

It feels too easy. Patrick's movements are so sure and confident—dominant without being overbearing or demanding. He swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips, and you feel him smile as you part them with a gentle, nervous moan. Before you can let your embarrassment win you over, Patrick's tongue dips in, sweeping across your mouth. Your hands lift to tangle in his dark curls, drawing him closer as he presses you tightly against the kitchen counter.

You can't remember the last time you've been kissed so thoroughly. It seems like Patrick never needs to come up for air. His hands sneak beneath your shirt, palming warmly at your sides and back as his tongue traces your teeth, as if he can catalogue them. He draws away with a groan and you haul in a gasp as his head dips, lapping and sucking along your jaw.

"Patrick?"

"Mm?"

"Bed—Now."

--

You don't expect him to slow down, is the thing. You don't feel rushed, but you don't find yourself second-guessing yourself, either. You don't have the chance—you're so wrapped up in Patrick's touch and kiss that when he does slow, the panic seeps in.

"Hey," He murmurs against your lips. "Hey."

"What?"

Patrick leans back to get a better look at you, and your stomach twists with nerves. Oh, god, what are you doing straddling this man's lap? You're barely clothed, and warm with want. You can feel his cock twitching in his boxers.

"What?" You repeat, palms growing clammy against his muscled shoulders.

"Do you want to do this?"

"Are you trying to make me beg?"

He huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Maybe next time."

"Patrick."

"Tell me what you want." He chases your gaze as you look away, adding, "We can stop any time you want. You're allowed to change your mind."

"I know."

"So?" He leans up, nosing your jaw so tenderly that you draw in a soft, stunned breath. You look at him from beneath your lashes for a moment, considering. You don't know if you can say it right now, not like that. You raise a hand to his face nervously.

You trace your finger over his forehead, down over the slope of his nose, and down to his lips as he smiles. You trail your nail along his lower lip, dipping your head as he opens his mouth for you. You trace your tongue over his teeth, lapping along his tongue as you guide him to lay down on the mattress. He groans, sliding his hand over your hips and guiding you to grind against him as he sinks into your pillows.

You draw back with a slick suck, nudging his nose tenderly with yours.

"I want you to fuck me, Patrick."

He grins, sliding his hands down to your ass and giving it a squeeze.

"With pleasure."

[bingbongsupremacy]

Strangers

Accidentally posted this one first. Oh Well. I'm working on Notice Me.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve from school is completely different than Steve in the back of his car at 12 in the morning. Why is it that he only talks to you when he wants something from you?

Warnings: asshole!steve, cursing, idk if there's anything else.

I tried to make this as non-specific as possible. If I happened to specify anything, please let me know and I'll fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

Based on Strangers by Kenya Grace.

♤♤♤♤♤♤

" I like being here with you. " Steve's voice is soft. He gently brushes a strand of my hair out of my face, his eyes staring into mine.

I smile at him. " I like being here with you too. "

His eyes shimmer in the glimmering moonlight. His lips curl into a smile, his teeth barely peeking through.

We don't say anything else. Instead we both stare up at the sky, enjoying each other's presence.

The air is cold but I don't mind. Steve's close body helps to keep me warm. It's moments like these I love. The world feels so safe and peaceful. No stress. No anxiety. Just us and the stars.

Steve gently draws circles onto the back of my hand. His touch is faint and tender but it leaves a patch of heat behind its path. He has that effect.

I wonder what he's thinking. When he looks at me, what does he see?

" I should get you home. Don't want you to break curfew. " Steve breaks the silence. He gently pulls my hand up to his lips before leaving a soft brief kiss on my knuckles. It's so light I can hardly tell he touched me.

Steve stands up but doesn't let go of my hand. Immediately, I miss his warmth and the smell of wood mixed with aftershave that always follows him.

Steve helps me stand up before finally letting go of my hand to pick up the blanket we were on. We make our way back to Steve's car, listening to the faint cricket noises as we step off of the field we're on.

When we get into his car Steve asks me about my day. He always checks in about my day on our way back to my house. It's sweet.

The night is over before I'd like it to be. Soon Steve is pulling onto my street and eventually stopping at the curb by my house.

It's about right now when I begin to wish the trip to my house was longer.

" Here we are. " Steve says while looking over at me. " I'll see you tomorrow? " His eyes are hopeful.

I smile. " Of course. Bye Stevie. " I open my door.

" Wait. " Steve calls, gently grabbing my arm. His other hand gently cups my cheek and brings me towards him. His eyes flicker down to my lips before making their way back up to my eyes. His breath is warm on my skin, the faint smell of peppermint lingering on his breath. He slowly leans down and his warm, soft lips meet mine.

His kiss sends shivers down my spine. Warm butterflies erupt in my stomach. I gently run my hand through Steve's already slightly messed up hair.

His lips feel desperate and hungry. His hand slides around to the back of my neck as he gently cups my head.

I want to stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, we can't. We both break away, breathless and flushed.

The cold air from my open door floods my heated skin.

A small smile breaks onto Steve's face. " Goodnight, baby. "

" Goodnight. "

Steve watches as I make my way into my house, ensuring I get inside safely. I lean against the closed front door with my ear against it. The sound of Steve's car fades away, muffled by the wood.

Until tomorrow.

♤♤♤♤♤

" Eddie stop scaring children. " I roll my eyes at the older boy who's mid lunge at a group of freshman.

His hands are up high, fingers spread out to look like claws. His lips are twisted into an exaggerated grin.

One of the underclassmen let's out a started yelp before dodging behind their friends. The group of freshmen moves away from us, curses and middle fingers flying towards Eddie who returns the gesture.

Eddie let's out a loud laugh as he rushes to catch up with me. " Somebody's gotta humble those fuckers. "

We stop at my locker. " What'd they even do? " I ask while spinning my combo into the lock.

Eddie leans against one of the lockers near mine. " They made fun of the club's shirt design. " He gestures to his chest where the design is currently located. " Dustin spent hours making this. That little shrimp put his heart and soul into this thing. How dare they shit on it. " Eddie's words are frustrated.

" I'm sorry, Ed. " I sigh sympathetically while setting my stuff inside my locker.

" I'm just hoping Dustin doesn't catch wind of what they're saying. " Eddie replies honestly. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering to the boy who's chatting with his friends at the end of the hall. " Little dude's already having a tough enough time dealing with the outrageous amounts of homework they're piling on him, he doesn't need to be worrying about making a new design too. "

I've always admired how protective Eddie is over his friends, especially Dustin who he treats like a brother. He will always stand up for them, no matter how stupid it makes him look.

" There's Tweedledee and Tweedledumbass. " Eddie nods to someone behind me.

I look over to see Steve walking down the hall with his group of friends surrounding him. His laugh sends butterflies soaring around my stomach.

Tommy sticks his leg out partially, causing a passing boy to trip and nearly drop his books. This sends Tommy and Carol into a bout of laughter.

" What an ass. " Eddie mutters. " Carol and Steve are no better. "

" Eddie. " I sigh, a frown forming on my lips.

" What? They just stand there and let him do shit like that. They're bullies, just like him. They're shallow jerks who don't have enough brain cells to realize that other people in the world exist and not everything revolves around them. I mean, have you ever seen either of them stop Tommy or help someone he's fucked with? "

He has a point. While Steve might not be engaging in the bullying, he definitely doesn't do anything to stop it.

But he's not a horrible person. The Steve I know, the Steve who's with me almost every night, is kind and gentle. He's caring and smart. He's different.

" He's just complicated. " I defend the boy.

" Why are you defending him so much? " Eddie asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Steve and his friends pass by and I manage to catch his eye. I send him a small smile.

Steve sends me a small nod, quickly returning to his conversation with Tommy.

I've given up on saying hello to him in the halls. The last time I tried he gave me a forced awkward smile and Tommy wouldn't stop questioning him on why he was talking to me.

It's just easier to not say anything and smile. He knows I'm saying hi.

" Fuck no. " Eddie blurts. " You're with him again. "

I turn my attention back to Eddie. " Ed-"

" What the fuck? He treats you like shit! Why the fuck would you get back together with Steve Harrington? " Eddie hisses. He's never been the biggest fan of Steve. Actually, he's one of his biggest haters. When he accidentally found out Steve and I were hanging out, he lectured me for an hour on why I shouldn't date someone like Steve.

Like I said, he's protective over his friends.

I slap a hand over Eddie's mouth, looking around the make sure no one's paying attention. " Shut the fuck up, Eddie! Someone could hear you! " I let go of his face and drag him towards one of the empty classrooms. I close the door behind us.

" What the fuck are you thinking? Steve of all people? "

Anger bubbles in my chest. He thinks he knows Steve. He doesn't. Steve isn't as bad as he thinks. " You don't know him like I do, Eddie! Stop pretending you to! He's sweet and kind and he gives a shit about me. "

Eddie scoffs. " He's trying to get in your pants. Why else would he be forcing you to keep your shit a secret? Really, think about it. Have you two ever actually gone out together? Have you been seen together? " Eddie's eyes are narrow with anger. " He is using you and you refuse to see it. He barely even acknowledges you in the halls. "

" I'm a big girl, Eddie. Look, I appreciate your concern but I am going to do what I want to do. This is my life and I know what I'm doing. I don't need you to protect me from this. "

Hurt flashes across Eddie's features. " You know what, fine. " He walks towards the door and grabs the handle. " I know deep down you know he's using you and you're just too afraid to admit it. Do what you want but don't say I didn't warn you when he breaks your heart. " With that Eddie leaves, not bothering to shut the door behind him. I watch as he disappears in the crowd of students.

A sinking feeling fills my stomach. Deep down I know he's right.

But if I admit that, then I have to end things with Steve and I don't know if I'm ready to do that.

♤♤♤♤♤♤

Steve has never taken me on a date in public. It's always a late night picnic in the park or a pool date at his house.

It didn't use go bug me. I was just happy to be with him. Happy to get to know the real Steve.

But ever since my conversation with Eddie a few days ago I've started to notice the things he pointed out.

Eddie's still mad at me. He's back to talking to me but it's superficial and short. Not like how it used to be.

The ride back to my house is quiet and honestly I'm thankful for that. I need to think.

Why does Steve only want to hang out after dark. Is he embarrassed of me? Why is he so open when we're alone but so distant when we're at school?

Steve pulls to a stop. " I'll see you tomorrow? " He asks like usual.

The moon lights up his face, casting a beautiful glow over his features. A loose strand of his now messy hair lays gently against his forehead. His eyes are big and bright.

He looks so good.

" Steve, " Am I really doing this? " I actually need to talk to you. "

Confusion flashes over his face. His smile fades slightly. He picks up my hand and gently begins to draw invisible shapes on my palm. " Sure. Is everything alright? "

Here we go.

" Actually no. "

Steve tenses.

" This has been bugging me for a little bit so I'd figure I'd ask. " I take a small deep breath. " Why are we doing this? "

Relief floods Steve's face and he let's out a small nervous chuckle. " What do you mean. I like you and you like me so naturally we hang out. "

I shake my head and pull my hand away from the boy. " That's not what I mean. Why are we doing this in secret? Why won't you say hi to me in the halls? "

Steve's smile fades. " What? " He obviously wasn't expecting this.

" Why do you treat me so differently at night than you do during the day? "

My heart is pounding. I'm afraid to hear his answer.

Steve sighs. " Because...Because I thought you liked hanging out at night. "

" I do, Steve. I really do. But the problem is you don't even acknowledge me at school? I'm confused what the fuck is going on between us. " Anger bubbles in my chest.

" It's just what we've always done. " I can tell Steve's beginning to get a frustrated.

" That's not good enough. "

" I don't know what the fuck you want me to say! "

" I want the truth, Steve! I just want the truth. " I answer honestly. " I'm confused about us and- "

" I'm embarrassed of you! " Steve blurts.

My heart drops. " What? "

Steve's eyes widen. " Fuck! I didn't mean to say it like that. "

" Then how did you mean to say it, Steve? "

" I-Look, I really like you, Y/N, but we don't...run in the same circles. " Steve states slowly.

" So? "

Steve lets out a sigh. " You...I hang out with people like Tommy and Carol. You don't. It just...if we went public it would...complicate things. "

I'm not good enough for him. He's basically saying I'm not popular enough for him. What the fuck.

" Because I'm not popular and you are. " I scoff, shaking my head. " You know, you act like a dick at school and some part of me thought that deep down there was no way you were actually like that. I was wrong. You're an asshole, you know that? I never realized you were so shallow. You are just like Tommy and Carol. "

Steve's eyes turn dark. " I am not like like Tommy. "

" You're right. You're not. You're worse. At least Tommy's upfront about being an asshole and isn't tricking people into thinking he actually gives a shit about them. "

I feel like crying. I'm so angry right now.

" What the fuck do you expect? You hang out with people like Eddie Munson and his little band of rejects! " I've never seen Steve this angry before. " This was a fucking mistake. We never should've started doing this. "

That hurt. His last sentence sends a blow to my heart, officially shattering it into pieces.

For a moment I'm silent, trying not to cry. Suddenly this car I've grown to love feels suffocating. Memories of our times in the back seat or on the hood watching the stars fill my mind. What was the fucking point of all of this for him?

" You know, Eddie may be a 'freak', but at least he doesn't give a fuck what other people think. He doesn't care if others see us together. His whole life isn't a popularity contest. " I whisper. " You're right Steve, this was a mistake. Don't talk to me again. Whatever the fuck this is ends now. " With that, get out of his car, not bothering to look back when I make it inside.

Unlike every other night, Steve's dropped me off, I don't wait by the door to listen to him drive away. Instead, I head upstairs debating whether to call the guy I know I can rely on.

He's mad at me though.

But he still cares.

" Hello? " Eddie's groggy voice mumbles through my telephone.

" Eddie. " I swallow harshly. " I'm sorry. " I try not to let the tightness in my throat prevent me from talking. " I should've listened to you. "

Eddie sighs, sounding more awake than he was moments ago. " What happened? "

" I ended it. You were right. He's embarrassed of me. He was fucking hiding me to protect his ego. "

" I'm sorry, kid. " Eddie's tone is sympathetic. " He's a dick. You deserve better than to be treated like that. You deserve someone who knows you're worth. Someone who's not afraid to be with you. You'll find that person someday. "

" I don't know, Ed. I miss him. " It feels so stupid it's only been a few minutes, but I do miss him. " But I'm also so fucking angry. He's so shallow. I'm so mad at myself for getting myself into this situation. "

" You fell in love. You can't choose who or when you fall in love. Unfortunately, you fell for the wrong guy. You'll get over this, kiddo. You just need to keep moving forward. "

I lay down on my bed, staring up at the poster on my ceiling. It's a poster Steve gave me on my birthday, one from one of my favorite bands.

I don't know where I'd be without Eddie. He's different than how other people expect him to be. He's always looking out for the people around him.

" Eddie? " I whisper after a moment of silence.

" Yeah? " He responds back, equally as quiet.

" Thank you. "

I might not have Steve anymore but I'll always have my friends, and that's the most important thing to me.

[squirmhoney]

for prompts: (modern au) maybe aegon punishing his niece reader by edging her till she cries and begs him to let her cum because she was being a bit jealous and bratty at a party?

english isn't my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes!!

A/N: love this. Enjoy ♥️

Warnings: dub con. Edging. Orgasm denial. Incest. Overstimulation. 18+

//

It was torture. 

The way Aegon was toying with you in the backseat of his car. 

You knew rolling your eyes and giving death glares to other women were not acceptable, especially when you were usually the cool and collected one. But you and Aegon hadn't been able to touch each other in a week and you were losing every bit of composure you once clung onto with the way he was looking tonight. 

You needed him… but not like this. 

You whimpered as his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, praying he'd just slip his fingers underneath the material already. But he wouldn't, even though you knew he wanted to as much as you did. 

“Look how wet she is for me,” Aegon hummed, rubbing you through the material. You were leaking out of the sides of your underwear at this, the material no longer able to hold the mess in. “Fucking hell, you this desperate?” 

“Please Aegon,” you whimpered, placing your hand on top of his in hopes to guide him. 

But he tutted, slapping your hand away in a warning. “Brats like you need to learn a lesson.” 

“I need you though,” you pouted, wet eyes begging for the tiniest bit of sympathy. 

But he ignored you, shaking his head as he went back to your pussy. 

When his finger finally pushed your panties to the side, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your noises at bay. 

“I don't even think you'll need me to touch you that much, will you?” He asked, tone as menacing as the grin that spread across his cheeks. “I could just do this for a few minutes-” his middle finger circled your clit slowly to demonstrate “-and you'd probably cum, wouldn't you?” 

You didn't dignify him with an answer, only trying to focus on the faint touch of his fingers. He was barely touching you, practically hovering over you with his finger but you were still breathing erratically, focusing on his touch. 

“You really are desperate,” Aegon chuckled, the gravelly sound tickling your ear. It spread across you, crawling from your neck and over your body as it seemed to deepen the heat swirling in your stomach from his depraved touch. “I'm barely touching you, darling. Need me that bad?” 

“Yes,” you let out in choked sob, nodding your head feverishly at him. “Please, Egg. I'll do anything.” 

“Oh I know.”

You moaned when his fingers pressed against you a bit more, finding yourself leaking even more at the sensation. 

“Really?” He was mocking you, enjoying the way he didn't have to do anything to have you like this. 

You didn't even care as you closed your eyes, furrowing your brows as you concentrated. A week without him and the simplest of touches were all you needed to bring you to the edge, you were sure of it. You could feel it so close as your stomach tensed, whole body fixated on the sensation of that one finger. 

Until he pulled it away without a word, leaving you to become frantic as you opened your eye, whimpering at the loss of contact. 

“Aeg-” 

“You were about to cum.” 

Tears stung your eyes as you gave him the barest of nods. 

“Did I say you could cum?” 

“No,” you croaked out, lips trembling. 

His face softened at this, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. You could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers, barely able to focus on the way his thumb wiped away your tears. 

“I need you, please,” you pleaded with him. 

“You don't think I need you?” He questioned, eyes darkening as he narrowed them at you. “You don't think it's taking every part of me to stop myself from burying myself deep into this cunt, huh?” 

“Why don't you?” 

“Because I can't just let a brat like you get your way when you’ve misbehaved,” Aegon told you, fingers pinching your cheeks. “That wouldn't get the message across.” 

You huffed, throwing your head back in the seat as you allowed Aegon to continue with his punishment. 

That he did, hand dropping back down to that sopping cunt of yours, finally doing more than just teasing your clit. 

You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside of you, walls clenching around the familiar thick fingers as he began to pump them in and out. Your slim fingers couldn't compete with his, unable to reach the depths that Aegon could as he slid them deep within you. 

“This pussy missed me,” Aegon hummed. “Barely wanting to let me go.” 

You let out a harsh moan as he curled his finger inside of you, touching that sweet spot that had your nails digging into the leather interior of his car as you tried to grip onto reality. He repeated the action again, and again, and again, until you both knew you were slipping close to that edge again, cunt almost swallowing him whole. 

But he stopped once more with a cynical laugh, smiling wickedly down at your wet cheeks covered in tears. 

“You're so pathetic like this,” he told you, bringing his slick covered fingers to his lips. He was sloppy as he sucked on them, groaning at the taste. He was greedy as he dragged his fingers again bringing another wad of your juices to his lips to taste you again. 

“Please.” 

He knew you were asking and he shook his head. “Me and you both know I'll lose all semblance of control if I end up down there.” 

“Anything then, please. Just let me cum.” 

His eyes closed for a second, gritting down on his teeth as he tried to gain some semblance of control again. 

You opened your lips to speak, only to stop yourself as his fingers reached down to your cunt again. There was no patience in his movements now, only pure desire as every part of his resolve crumbled. 

“You want to cum, do you?” He hissed, using his free hand to grab your jaw, turning your gaze to face him. “You'll cum, I'll make sure of that.” 

“Please,” you repeated frantically. 

His fingers thrusted themself in and out of you while this thumb stimulated your clit, driving you to see stars as your eyes rolled back. Your toes curled and your stomach tightened with knots that you were unable to contain. 

“Aegon,” you moaned, hips sinking down onto him for more friction. 

“Keep on begging me like that,” he told you, tone devoid of humour as his tongue swiped at the skin of your neck. “Soon enough, I promise, I'll have you begging me to stop.” 

Your walls squeezed him at the thought, wide eyes staring at him. 

“Like the sound of that.” He pushed fingers in harder, becoming rougher with his touch. “Can't wait for me to fill you up?” 

The pleasure consumed you, your mouth hanging open with a string of meals and whimpers falling from it. Your wet eyes were barely able to meet his, completely hazy as you tried. 

Aegon placed an open mouth kiss to your lips, still toying with your cunt as he watched you come down from your high. 

You struggled to open your eyes, fighting with the last bits of your orgasm as his fingers slipped out from you. 

But there was a hand around your chin, snapping your attention back to him as he growled in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet.” 

He kept his promise and before you knew it he was bullying his cock deep inside of you, snapping his hips up to meet yours. You were crying loudly at the sensation, feeling sore after having him inside of you for so long, desperate now for him to be finished with you. But you were sure he hadn't got his fill yet, even after spilling into you two times, his cum spilling out of you and dripping around his cock. 

“Too much for you? He teased, sweat coating his bare skin. “This is what you asked for, isn't it?” His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass cheeks, yanking you down to meet his hips. “You’re going to take every single bit of it. You understand?”

[wayfayrr]

Mossss!!! I just got off of work and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of Sky being a human <333333 ! He’s just so babygirl, a scrunkly lil baby <33

Making me think of reader sticking close to Sky- honestly projecting rn, he just looks so warm and safe to be around, I’d be taking so many naps with him <3

But also making me think that Sky would probably do better in the modern world, considering it’s all humans and precious bean would never have to worry about monsters again. And Sky with cats!! Getting to hold cats!!! AND THE PUPPIES <33333

But also I’d love to hear any other headcanons you have about human Sky <3

~🍀 anon

I hope your shift went well clover!!!

Sky is simply the sckrunkliest link - he's so babygirl and lovable in everyway <333 no there's no bias in who I write for the most wym?

Sticking close to him would just be so lovely in hyrule, he's the one in the chain that understands the most about you - he's got the kindest/calmest demeanour of them all and he's tied for best cuddler with twi what else is there to really want? if you chose him out of all of the others he'd try his hardest to prove to you it was the right choice.

sky is 100% the fastest link to adapt to the modern world you're so right about that. he struggles with tech about as much as all the rest (cept wild and tears ofc) but the other things? he's not got the same issues with food because milk isn't alcoholic to him (milk powder can be found in bloody anything so the rest of the chain are struggling for a bit), he isn't as intertwined with magic so he doesn't have any withdrawal symptoms seeing as earth doesn't have any. the animals are just another cherry on the top for it!

as for other headcanons?

✦ I think I've touched on it, but sky growing up in skyloft is the reason for his poor stamina. Hylians tend to handle high altitude and lower oxygen environments a lot better than humans and hence his stamina is way lower than it should be. (he also gets very confused when he sees you struggling with the altitude until it's pointed out humans aren't built for it)

✦ The chain are very shocked when they see him bleeding for the first time! another hc I have about hylians is that they have orange blood (this is based on botw/totks shading) so when they see his red they think there's something wrong with him

✦ He can't use most potions and magic has a lot less of an affect on him, less because he grew up with it outside humans it has next to no affect, so he has to take specialised potions and has them prioritised seeing as worst case scenario anyone else can have rulie heal them. Wild is in charge of altering and making sky's supply! Luv handed over her recipes for a good lot of rupees when they made it back to skyloft again <3 wild's the most consistent at making them so sky just has to put his life in his hands.

✦ His resting body temp is also a little higher than the chains, they had to be reassured several times that he wasn't simply running a fever

✦ the both of you are immune to a fair few hylian diseases and the ones you do get have different symptoms, however the two of you can both get each other sick - so no cuddling while one or the other is by order of time :(( Rulie also gets very sad he can't heal the two of you

✦ The rest of the chain are almost jealous of how fast you and sky bonded, and it's over things that none of them share with you. The most is twi having experience with Ordonians who are human. But being able to talk to you about human issues and get close to you through things like that? yeah they're envious to say the least

[nicoleheichou]

i miss you, don't call me - chapter twelve: friends?

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synopsis: when your acting careers start to pick up you and your boyfriend zoro both decide that it's better to go your separate ways. you didn't want to, but you knew he was right. fast forward to a couple years later, when you're finally starting to heal, your friends score a deal to shoot a movie together with your ex and you're starting to think maybe you haven't really moved on.

you had gone bankrupt in monopoly, courtesy of nami, so you decided to take a break. you excused yourself under the guise of getting another drink before you made your way to the balcony. you just needed some space away from the one man you couldn't stop thinking about.

you look out at the view and notice all the pretty lights in the distance. for a moment you just enjoy the calmness of being outside compared to the chaos of game night that was taking place inside. that is, until you hear the sliding door open and then shut. you don't bother to turn around, you'll figure out whoever it is soon enough.

you feel them slowly move to stand beside you, a few inches between the both of you the only thing keeping you from touching. you don't have to wait for them to speak, the mixture of alcohol and cologne enough to tell you who was standing beside you. you're all too familiar with the combination of scents. you feel your heart skip a beat, it's been awhile since the two of you were alone since the break up.

"hey." you hear him say, the sound of his deep voice causing the butterflies in your belly that were once dormant to slowly wake up. "hey." you respond back, eyes still trained on the lights below you, not ready to look at him just yet. out of the corner of your eye you notice him fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand, it was one of his habits he'd do when he was nervous that you had become so accustomed to.

"you know...i'm not someone who beats around the bush, i'm also not someone who likes to talk..." he sounds so awkward trying to word his thoughts that you can't help but smile. "yeah, i know." you reply, memories of the both of you flashing through your mind. he lets out a sigh, a hand coming up to ruffle his hair. "it's been awhile since we broke up...i was just thinking...maybe we could be friends? we've been seeing a lot of each other again. i think it would just make sense. right?" he turns his body towards you so that he can fully look at you to see your reaction.

you feel a little embarrassed under his gaze, it's been so long since he's looked at you for longer than a couple of seconds that you can't help but squirm under it. "yeah. we can do that. it would probably make our friends feel more at ease. it was hard not just on us but on them too." you say as you finally work up the courage to look into his eyes. you feel your breath catch in your throat when you notice the look he's giving you, is it fondness? love? you don't know. it doesn't help that you're already a few drinks and some shots in.

"there you guys are! we're starting uno! come on! we're just waiting on you guys!" luffy says while sticking his head out the door. "hurry up!" before you can reply he's already taken off running towards the direction of the living room. "i guess we should head inside." you say as you start walking towards the sliding door. "i'm glad we're friends again. i missed you." you stop in your tracks, the admission catching you off guard. "let's go before they send someone else to get us." he says as he walks past you not waiting for a response.

if you saw this posted weeks ago, no you didn't. tumblr was messing up lmao. but it was only up for a few seconds.

just know if luffy didn't interrupt them they would have talked for longer. but don't worry these idiots will have more chances to.

usopp thought because no one liked his post that they hadn't seen it. they did.

yn is an emotional drunk, she cries at the tiniest things and she loves to run away, since the break up, ace has been in charge of taking care of drunk yn.

as usual, let me know what you thought in the comments or thru ask.

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[fahbee]

No Nightingales

We, the audience, know what that means. But how do Crowley and Aziraphale know?

Crowley makes it a point to deliver this line in the most 'pay attention, this is important' way possible. "Listen. Do you hear that?" Dramatic pause. And after Aziraphale says he doesn't hear anything, Crowley continues, "That's the point. No Nightingales." Followed by, “You idiot. We could have been… us.”

Let’s talk about it.

This is the first time in the show that nightingales are explicitly, openly referred to between Aziraphale and Crowley. Prior to this moment we had God's narration and the song playing on the piano during their romantic celebratory lunch at the Ritz. But no one in-universe has mentioned the song, or alluded to its importance or its meaning to Aziraphale and Crowley.

But during this painful 'breakup' scene, not only does Crowley refer to nightingales, but he does so in a way that is makes it clear that "nightingales" is actually a code between them meaning “us”.

After Crowley says “no nightingales” Aziraphale looks hurt, almost offended. Then Crowley says "we could have been... us" (past tense) and Aziraphale's heart breaks. He quickly looks away because he knows he isn't capable of hiding this pain. We briefly see this about-to-cry expression when Crowley grabs him for the kiss. In other words, Crowley saying "no nightingales" is understood by both of them to mean "our romance, our 'us', has ended before it even truly began."

Think about what this must mean for the rest of their 1941 interaction that we have yet to see. "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" was published in 1940. I think it’s clear that the first time they heard that song together, they had a breakthrough in their relationship. It might have been a baby step - but it was a significant one. Something happened between them to make "nightingales" code for "us" and it makes perfect sense for that breakthrough to have happened during their romantic 1941 encounter.

But I don't think it was anything as dramatic or earth-shattering as a kiss or a confession. I think it's clear that the bookshop kiss at the end of s2 was their first kiss, and Crowley's "we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't" speech is the first time either one of them as put their feelings for each other in such plain language. Nina's "have you been together long" talk with Crowley, and his subsequent shell-shocked reaction to it, points to Crowley not even really being fully aware that what Aziraphale and Crowley feel for each other looks like romantic love to outsiders because it actually is romantic love.

So what the hell happened in 1941? I am confident that we're going to find out in s3. My guess is that they continued drinking into the night, at some point one of them turned on the radio, and then the song came on. My hope is that Crowley asks Aziraphale to dance, which Aziraphale promptly and nervously turns down (call back to the s2 line "You don't dance.") but this leads them into a discussion about their importance to one another, even if they can't actually demonstrate it explicitly - no dancing, no touching, etc. Then finally, at the end, one of them plainly ties "nightingales" to their relationship in the most achingly romantic way possible. "You'll always have me, until the world ends, until the nightingale stops singing." I'm no writer, but you see what I mean.

I also think "no nightingales" means that when Aziraphale and Crowley finally do reunite and explicitly become an "us" (complete with do-over kiss) we'll get a line of dialogue referencing the nightingale once again.

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 2194

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Chapter Four

I wake up the following day with a smile lingering on my lips, replaying the sweet moments with Noah from last night. His inviting smile and warm presence made the evening unforgettable. As I stretch lazily in bed, thoughts of him flood my mind, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement about the possibility of grabbing coffee together. Getting out of bed, I go about my morning routine with a newfound lightness in my step. Noah's suggestion hangs in the air, and I eagerly anticipate the next time I see him. 

My heart sinks as the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. How could I have forgotten something so crucial? A wave of panic washes over me as I realize that Noah and I never exchanged numbers or social media accounts. My steps falter, and a knot forms in my stomach as I replay last night's events. I had been so caught up in the moment, so wrapped up in Noah's company, that the thought of exchanging contact information hadn't even crossed my mind.

Frantically, I searched through my phone, hoping against hope that maybe, by some stroke of luck, Noah had left his number for me. But as I scroll through my contacts and messages, there's nothing. I cursed myself for being so careless and not taking the initiative to ensure we could stay in touch. The prospect of being unable to reach out to Noah fills me with dread, and I kick myself for letting this opportunity slip through my fingers.

Taking a deep breath, I push aside the disappointment and focus on the present moment. Getting dressed, I opt for comfort over style, slipping into my favorite ripped skinny jeans and an oversized shirt I had slept in. Despite my tiredness from the previous night, I mustered up the energy to prepare for the day ahead. Stepping out into the warm sunshine, I feel a sense of gratitude for the beautiful weather as I make my way to the shop. 

As I enter, I'm greeted by a surprising sight—the entire band is here. My heart skips a beat at the unexpected encounter, and I can't help but pause in the doorway, taking in the scene before me. The shop is bustling with activity, with everyone exploring the various art sections. I quickly find Noah, Bryan, and my parents gathered in the photography section, looking at my artwork. Feeling a rush of emotions, I quickly and quietly make my way behind the counter, attempting to hide my flushed face. However, Folio spots me immediately and calls out my name excitedly.

"Morrigan! We've been waiting for you!" he exclaims, his enthusiasm palpable. "Noah said he forgot to get your number, so we decided to come get it today and hang out before leaving for our next tour stop." My cheeks burn even hotter when I realize Noah has been thinking about me, too. I rub my cheeks in a futile attempt to dispel the persistent blush that seems determined to stay.

"Of course," I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. "I'd love to hang out." Noah's approach sends a jolt of anticipation through me, and my heart races as he greets me with a warm smile. His presence feels like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, and I can't help but return his smile with one of my own.

Before Noah can speak, Bryan interjects with a compliment that catches me off guard. "Holy shit, Morrigan, you're talented as fuck," he exclaims, his words ringing with genuine admiration. A blush creeps up my cheeks at his unexpected praise.

"Thank you, Bryan," I replied, feeling gratitude. "Photography is my passion, and I would love to pursue it as a full-time career." As I finish speaking, the boys exchange glances and then huddle together, their murmured conversation barely audible. I furrow my brow in confusion, trying to make out their words. As the boys break out of their huddle with identical mischievous grins, I can't help but feel a surge of curiosity mixed with apprehension. Their synchronized excitement is palpable as they start to make their way toward me, and I find myself watching them cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

Noah takes the lead, his expression eager as he begins to speak. "We've decided as a band," he announces, his voice tinged with anticipation. "We would love to have you shadow Bryan for some tour dates. And if you're comfortable with that," he pauses, a hopeful glint in his eyes, "we would love to extend the opportunity for you to shadow for the rest of the tour." His words hang in the air, and I'm momentarily stunned by the offer. Shadowing Bryan on tour? The idea both excites and intimidates me.

"That's...wow," I stammer, my mind racing with the possibilities. "I would be honored, but I'm unsure how things would work. I still need to make money for rent and other bills."

Before I can dwell too much on my financial concerns, Nicholas quickly interjects, his voice cutting through my uncertainty. "It's a paid position," he states matter-of-factly, his words sending a wave of relief washing over me. My eyes widen in surprise, and I glance around at the group, searching for any sign that they might be joking. But the earnest expressions on their faces tell me that they're serious.

"Paid?" I repeat, disbelief coloring my tone.

Noah nods, a reassuring smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Absolutely. We value your talent and your time, Morrigan. Consider it a job offer."

His words lift a weight off my shoulders, and I can't help but feel a rush of gratitude toward the band. The opportunity to pursue my passion while earning a living is more than I could have hoped for.

I face both of my parents, uncertainty flickering in my eyes. "Would you two be okay with running the store without me for a while? If not, that's okay. I understand I have responsibilities here that I can't just abandon." As I finished speaking, my parents waved me off.

"Don't worry about us, honey. We've got everything under control," my mom assures me, with my dad nodding enthusiastically beside her.

"Go for it, kiddo. If you pass up this opportunity, I might have to give you a kick in the butt before regret does," he jokes, a proud smile spreading across his face. I redirect my focus back to Noah.

"Thank you," I say sincerely, a smile spreading across my face. Glancing over at my parents, I see them giving me a thumbs up, their eyes glistening with pride and emotion. "I accept." Their silent support means the world to me, and I am grateful to them for always believing in me. I can take on this new opportunity with their encouragement, confidence, and determination.

Turning back to the band, I meet their eager gazes with newfound excitement. This unexpected turn of events is a dream come true for me and a testament to the power of following your passion and seizing opportunities when they arise. As we finalize the details of my role on tour, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the adventures that lie ahead. With my family's support and the band's camaraderie, I know this journey will be one I'll cherish forever.

As the excitement fills the air with chatter, Noah's voice breaks through the noise, drawing my attention. He leans in slightly, his gaze warm and inviting. "Hey, Morrigan," he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. "Want to grab that cup of coffee and hang out? Or, if you'd like, I can help you pack." His offer catches me off guard, and I feel grateful for his thoughtfulness. The prospect of spending more time with Noah is tempting, and the idea of having his company while I pack is equally appealing.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I consider his offer. "Coffee sounds perfect," I reply, my heart skipping at the thought of one-on-one time with him.

Noah returns my smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Great," he says, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let's go.” As we make our way out of the shop together, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the moments we'll share over coffee. With Noah by my side, the future feels bright and full of possibility, and I can't wait to see where this unexpected journey will take us. The two-minute walk to the coffee shop is filled with a comfortable silence, a sense of ease settling between Noah and me. It's as though our unspoken connection speaks volumes, and I find myself enjoying the simple pleasure of his company.

Once we arrived and ordered our coffees, I took a deep breath, gathering my courage to discuss his offer to help me pack. With a small smile, I turned to Noah. "About your offer to help me pack..." I began, my voice trailing slightly as I searched for the right words. "I really appreciate it, and I accept."

Noah's eyes light up with a smile of his own, and he nods in understanding. "Of course," he replies, his tone warm and genuine. As we collect our drinks and head out of the coffee shop, I lead the way toward my apartment, a sense of anticipation building within me.

As we approach my apartment, my nerves begin to flutter anxiously. "Just a heads up," I blurt out hurriedly as I fumble with my keys to unlock the outside door of the complex, "it's a little messy in there. I wasn't expecting company."

Noah chuckles in response, his easy laughter easing my nerves. "It's okay," he reassures me with a grin, "I promise nothing is messier than five guys sharing a tour bus or a house." Noah's lighthearted remark makes me smile, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. His easy going attitude helps to calm my nerves, and I find myself chuckling along with him as we make our way up to the second floor.

As we climb the stairs, I turn to Noah, eager to learn more about the tour life and his and the band's experiences on the road. "So, what's it really like on tour?" I ask, curiosity bubbling up inside me. "What are some of the craziest things that have happened?" As we continue our ascent, Noah begins to share stories from life on the road, painting a vivid picture of the adventures and challenges of touring. I listen intently, hanging on to his every word, and I am grateful for the opportunity to learn more about his world and the experiences that have shaped him. With each story he tells, I feel a growing sense of excitement and anticipation for the journey ahead, both for the band and me.

As we step into my apartment, I motion for Noah to sit on the couch while I retrieve my two large suitcases. I notice his eyes widen slightly at seeing them, and I can't help but chuckle at his reaction. "I didn't realize you'd already decided to stay for the whole tour," he jokes, a playful glint in his eyes.

Rolling my eyes in mock exasperation, I join in the laughter. "Well, since you’re getting to know me," I reply with a grin. "You should know that I am always prepared for any occasion." I gestured to the suitcases, smiling as I explained their contents: "One's for clothes and the other's for shoes and everything else."

Noah nods in understanding, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Got it," he says, his tone light and teasing. "Looks like we've got our work cut out for us." With a shared laugh, we dive into the task of packing. Our easy camaraderie makes the process feel more like a fun adventure than a chore. As we work together, swapping stories and sharing laughter, I can't help but feel grateful for Noah's presence and the unexpected bond that has formed between us.

As we finish packing, I find myself having to sit on top of one of the suitcases to get it to zip closed, much to Noah's amusement. He stands nearby, watching with a grin as I struggle with the stubborn zipper. With a final tug, I managed to get the last suitcase closed, and I let out a triumphant cheer. Turning to Noah with a playful glint in my eye, I hand him the now-closed suitcase, flexing my muscles with a grin. "There you go," I say with mock seriousness, pretending to show off my strength. "All packed and ready to go."

Noah chuckles at my antics, shaking his head in amusement. "Impressive," he replies, taking the suitcase from me. "I don't know how you managed to fit everything in there."

With a laugh, I shake my head, feeling satisfied at the sight of the neatly packed suitcases. "Just a little bit of Tetris skills," I joke, feeling grateful for Noah's company and the shared laughter that fills the room. After leaving the suitcases by my door for the boys to carry down the stairs in the morning, Noah and I return to my parents' shop. As we arrive, I can't help but chuckle at the sight of the rest of the boys, who seem to have spent their entire time exploring the various shops surrounding my parents' establishment.

"It looks like they've been busy," I smile, gesturing toward the group with a nod. Noah grins in agreement as we approach the others, who greet us with excitement and curiosity. As we settle back into the group, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me. As the evening draws to a close, it's time for goodbyes and tears well up in my mom's eyes as we embrace. Saying farewell to my parents is always tricky, but knowing that I have both their and the band's support makes it a little easier.

After a round of hugs and heartfelt words, Noah, the rest of the band, and I decide to grab some food before the day ends. We pile into a nearby restaurant, laughter, and chatter filling the air as we reminisce about the day's events and discuss our plans for the future. As we settle into a nearby restaurant, the lively atmosphere is filled with laughter and chatter as we recount the day's events and share stories. Jolly, ever the curious one, turns to me with a grin.

"So, Morrigan," he begins, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. What are you most excited about?" His question gives me pause as I consider the possibilities. With a smile, I take a moment to gather my thoughts before responding.

"I think I'm most excited to explore new places and meet new people," I answered thoughtfully. "Being on tour with you opens up many possibilities, and I can't wait to see where the journey takes us." The excitement in the air is palpable as we continue to discuss our plans for the future, each of us sharing our hopes and dreams for the adventure ahead. As we raise our glasses in a toast to the unknown, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the experiences that await us on the road.

[baek1nho]

tinngun + no personal space

episode 9

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The woman's voice in earbuds: Battery Low Arthur: So you're just going to leave me. Just like everyone else