#(So we've had no heating or hot taps)

[dailynakaharachuuya]

Your warmth.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #skk #soukoku #(I'm so cold) #(Our boilers been broken for the last like 5 days) #(So we've had no heating or hot taps) #(I think it's affecting my mood haha I've been feeling so grouchy and sad) #(Been watching comedy dramas with my friends and the moment theres even a somewhat sad scene even if it's goofy) #(Or something inconvient happens I feel like I'm gonna cry haha) #(Ramble over haha I feel like I can only say things like this on tumblr because I have no mutuals on here)

[lynnielovestlou]

ellie williams: "goddamn candy cane"

꩜ synopsis: ellie fucks you with a candy cane

꩜ content warning: dom! ellie , sub! reader , oral (r receiving) , christmas time , foreign object use (r receiving) , cum eating (kinda??) , mention of menstruation , pet names , if i missed anything lmk!

꩜ a/n: this is probably the sickest thing i've written, lmao. also, don't mimic this unless u want an infection <3

nsfw!! men dni.

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You honestly, truly, and totally didn't intend to be in this situation. It was one of those things that crossed your mind once, but you never thought it would actually happen.

It started two days ago, when your girlfriend, Ellie, came back from the supermarket with a bag of peppermint candy canes. Of course she had to get the ones that were thick and girthy instead of the normal ones. You had just gotten off your period, so you were horny out of your mind and you didn't know how to keep up with it.

But when the idea popped into your mind, you couldn't get it out.

Now you were sitting in the living room next to Ellie. The entire apartment is decked out with the Christmas decorations Ellie put up. She surprised you with it when you came home from work, saving you the hassle of getting the decor out of storage.

She's twisting and twirling the candy over her tongue while the two of you were snuggled underneath a fluffy blanket. One of those claymation Christmas movies was playing on the TV, but you weren't paying any attention. The only thing on your mind was the dampness in your panties and the way that Ellie's course hand was resting on the plush of your thigh.

You sink down into the soft cushions, adjusting the way you're sitting so her hand inevitably slides closer to your core.

Nothing goes unnoticed around Ellie fucking Williams.

She raises and eyebrow, giving your bare thigh a few soft taps, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You lie, squeezing her hand in between your legs.

She lets out a rumble from the back of her throat, almost like a laugh at your efforts to get her to touch you, "You're horny again?" She almost laughs.

You playfully elbow her, "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm sorry, baby. I just think it's funny because we've been fucking like bunnies all week." It's true. Every single day this week, her strap had been buried deep in your cunt. Somehow, the two of you managed to do it nine times in a mere seven days. It's definitely the neediest you've ever been. And the most insatiable.

You feel a certain heat rise to your cheeks. That wasn't the only place that felt hot.

She sigh, tossing the blanket aside, "I'll get my strap."

You'd never objected to her using the strap-on. But boy did you speak up quickly, "Not this time."

Her eyebrows furrow, "You'd rather my fingers?"

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth, almost too hesitant to ask for what you want, "Not quite..."

"What do you-" Before she can finish her sentence she notices your gaze laying on the candy cane between her fingers. Her jaw hangs open for a good three seconds, "Seriously?"

You nod sheepishly.

"You... you seriously want this to be... up there?" She knew you were bold, but she never could've ever imagined you'd ask her to fuck you with a goddamn candy cane.

Her surprised expression turns neutral. She shrugs, biting off the sharp end of the candy cane before finding her spot back on the couch. She nudges your shoulders down so you're laying on your back, then her fingers hook into your belt loop. She yanks your jeans down and off your body, her eyes widening when she sees the damn spot over your panties, "Damn, mama. Wet already, hm?"

Out of embarrassment, you cover your face. But she doesn't let that slide. She grabs your wrists and guides your hands away from your face. "Uh-uh. Let me see you."

She rubs her fingers over your slick, clothed folds. You whine in retaliation, her speed too agonizing to bear.

She licks her teeth, unconcerned with your needs, "Let me take my time with you." She rubs your clit a few times before pulling your lace panties down your hips. She throws them elsewhere in the room, gasping slightly at your leaky hole, "All this for me? You wanted me this bad, huh?"

"Ellie—"

"I know, baby, I know. I'm gonna take good care of you. I promise." She rubs one of her fingers through your folds, running her thumb along the edge of your hole before licking her candy cane one more time, "You're absolutely sure?"

You nod eagerly, spreading your legs further for her. She sighs, unable to believe she's about to fuck her girlfriend with a goddamn candy cane. She traces the sticky treat around your hole, mimicking the movements of her finger from earlier, before she thrusts the thick candy cane into you.

You gasp a little, your walls clenching around the candy cane like your body was welcoming it in. Ellie rubs your clit with one hand, thrusting in and out with the other. The stimulation drives you absolutely crazy, and you were definitely horny enough to get off on this.

"Feel good, baby? Your pussy is so pretty." She coos, reveling in the fact that the red from the candy cane is rubbing off on your folds.

Her words were enough to push you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a ton of bricks. It was euphoric.

Once you come down from it, Ellie didn't hesitate to pull out, pressing a final kiss to your clit before sticking the candy cane back into her mouth with a grin.

#lynnielovestlou #lesbian #the last of us #queer #ellie williams #fanfiction #fanfic #lesbian smut #ellie williams smut #oh my god i need her so bad #christmas

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

o.k I am a fan of bruce wayne/batman, so i would like you to write where bruce wayne has a short-size bossy assistant, reader who knew about his batman vigilante secret and he has a secret crush on him. She teased him, one day wearing a short skirt in a hot summer, made him want to bang her against the office table

The Proposal

So estastic to finally have a night off work, I enthusiastically hum while the evening news plays low in the background as I put the finishing touches on my look. Running my fingers through my long, soft, dark tresses, I twist left and right to asses my sultry outfit through the body length mirror on the wall of my bedroom. I do one spin, then another, smirking at the way my mini skirt barely covers my plump chocolate rear.

I cannot believe Bruce is actually gonna let me outta his sight for more than 2 seconds. It's a God damn miracle and I plan on shakin my ass with my girls all night while sippin the fruitiest dranks I can buy. That is till I hear my phone vibrate and beep from my vanity beside me, notifying me of an incoming text. Hmm.. Need I guess who the fuck that is? I roll my eyes as I grab my phone and see a text from Bruce Wayne tellin, not askin, me to come do his bidding.

Bruce: Hey, honey. Come by the office round 10 tonight and drop of the proposal we've been working on.

Seriously? It was my first night off in 2 weeks and here's comes the infamous Batman, swoopin in to destroy my plans. So, his sexy ass refuses to fuck me and release the tension from years of workin under him but not letting me actually be under him- yet commands I wait on him hand and foot.

My eyes almost tear up from the immediate disappointment and frustration I feel. Not being dicked down in over a year was making my need for a good fuck damn near animalistic. The concept of a fun evening with the possibility of gettin some dick, since Bruce's fine ass ignored each and every one of my filthy advances, is now completely ruined; makes me have to take a deep breath before I pick up my glitter encased cellphone.

Me: Whyyyy? This is the only night I have off for like another couple of weeks and I have plans. Can't you reschedule?

His response back is lighting fast and I can't help but give a small giggle as I imagine his sexy stern ass all frowned up, nostrils flaring at the prospect of me not givin in to his demands instantly. Bruce isn't the kinda man that likes to be told no. Plus, the proposal we'd recently been working on was imperative to the deal he was currently trying to close. Still, I wouldn't be me if I didn't turn into a full blown brat with him for impeding my plans.

Bruce: Late night meeting, no cannot reschedule. Also, thought you said you were staying home tonight..

Me: Omfg Bruce. My girls begged me to go out tonight so I changed my mind! Didn't know I had to goddamn call and let you know.

Jesus did this man have to always interrogate me on every aspect of my life? He knows everything about me- though it was fair to say I knew him almost as well as Alfred. And it was kinda exciting to secretly know about his extracurricular activities, even if that had less to do with any honesty on his part and more to do with my snoopy ass overhearing a heated conversation between him and his long time friend about hanging up the the towel.

Bruce: Well now you know, sweetheart. What time will you be here?

Condescending bastard! He really never has a doubt that he can bend me to his every whim and normally he fucking can but it's time to get a rile outta him.

Me: Well if I gotta cancel my plans to get some fuckin dick tonight then I think I'll take my sweet fuckin time!

His response isn't as quick this time but it's short enough to know I ticked him off. Serves him right, his 'I can't have you but nobody else can' attitude was tiring.

Bruce: You have 15 minutes.

I roll my eyes at his attempt to scare me as I pull up the Uber app and tap in his office's address. Before I can confirm I hear a firm knock on my apartments front door and Alfred's voice speaking loudly from the other side.

"Ms. y/l/n, Mr. Wayne has sent me to come get you. I've recently been updated that he's in no mood to be kept waiting."

Uh oh, perhaps I should've thought this through. I'm not sure how mad he is or what he'll say when he sees me and now I'm directly and knowingly heading into to the lions cage.

"Coming!" I yell back, grabbing the file from drawer and heading for the door.

30 mins later

I exit the elevator and quickly rush to the where Bruce waits for me, catching a glimpse of my reflection through the glass walls of the other conference rooms. I wish I had time to change the skimpy outfit adorning my frame, doing nothing to contain my juicy ass cheeks as I lightly jog to the room where the meetings being held.

I don't bother knocking, quickly entering the room silently. Walking up behind Bruce sitting like a king at the end of the table as he talks on his cellphone, leaning back lazily in his chair with spread legs. His hips flex in his crisp midnight blue suit as he readjusts himself in his seat. The hefty bulge between his legs draws my eyes for a hot second as he spins slowly in his chair to look at me.

It's as if in an instant he's hungry, eyes sharply roving over every inch of me as he licks his lips sensually. He openly stares at the way my mini skirt barely covers my bottom, how my sheer top does nothing to hide my puckered nipples. The loud expletive he groans out as he eyefucks me goes straight to my empty core, has my abandoned, untouched little hole fluttering as I start to get wet.

"Nah I'm good, stomache ache. Let them know who you're here for when you arrive and someone will let you up. We can go over the proposal and see if you agree to the terms."

Bruce hangs up and sets his phone on the long light brown table that stretches across the room as he looks at me slowly from head to toe; wide dark brown eyes that linger at my plump tits and curvy hips. His mouth open and closes a few times, his shoulders now tense as hell as he sits stiff in his seat and stares at my outfit.

"You really are a fuckin brat, you know that? Did I not fuckin tell you to be here in 15?" He snarls at me, quickly standing to grab the file from between my fingers and toss it next to his phone.

The aggressive action has me swiftly backing up, not being able to take more than few steps before my back hits the wall. Absolutely shocked at the way he stalks towards me, arm quickly stretching out to grip my throat. One of his thick eyebrows remain raised as he waits for me to respond.

"I'm sor- sorry, sir. Traffic-" I stutter out, voice low.

"Yeah the fuck right, dont gimme that bullshit. We both know you think you can say and do whatever the fuck you want with me and I'm not into that, sweetheart. Unless you count me enjoyin punishing your pretty ass for it." He tells me, leaning so close that the tips of our noses almost touch.

My heart pounds as his hand squeezes a bit firmer at my neck, the other smoothing down the side of my tits and torso to my hips and thick brown thighs. The bulky protrusion between his legs presses against my center, makin me weakly grasp at his suit jacket as I lewdly hump at him.

"You look so damn gorgeous rubbing against me like this. Almost distracts me from the fact that you left your house dressed like a fuckin whore."

The mean words and sharp smack to the inside of my thigh makes me yelp his name pathetically; has me spreading my legs as I try to fuck him through his clothing, already so damn close to beggin him to touch me. The sting of the slap is so welcoming, has my eyes and pussy simultaneously getting wet.

"Look at you, tiny little fuckin skirt.. Bet you woulda showed off all my fuckin curves tonight huh? Would done more than that. What didcha say earlier? You had plans to get some dick tonight?" He asks me, pressing me closer between him and the wall.

Bruce smells so fuckin good, the clean smell of a fresh shower and his Burberry cologne mixing deliciously. That plus the shock of his abrasive approach quickly culminates into wanton need. I can't care that I'm already rendered speechless, that I can only gasp for air like a fish outta water at his filthy words.

"You sure fuckin do. But now you wanna be quiet, cant even answer cause your slidin that little pussy allover my lap. Now you wanna act like your my good girl. Actin like your nothing more than my own little slut. Cant take you constantly goading me into fucking you whenever you see me. I can't goddamn take it anymore!"

He lets go of my throat to drop to his knees and lift my mini skirt up. Doesn't waste a second pulling my silky baby blue thong to the side and slurping at the opening of my pussy. I wail as he messily licks inside of me, his tongue jabbing repeatedly to get inside. Nails of both hands scratching at the wall behind me, I come unglued at the intense pleasure he suddenly forces on me.

"Plee- ahhh! P-pleeeeeea-se! Haah, uhnuhnuhnuhn Bru- ah!!" I stutter out my pleasure as I look down and meet his eyes.

The way he takes me in as he devours has me trembling even more against his mouth. As much as I need this, I'm too fucking sensitive. From the way Bruce stares as he eats me it's obvious he knows; is fucking using it to his advantage as his grips each of my ass cheeks and pulls me onto his mouth and fucks me with his tongue as deep as he can. His filthy moans about how good I taste but how bad I am are muffled against my cunt.

His right hand slides down my smooth brown skin, rubbing and groping my thick thighs. He sensually massages down my leg to my calf before slowly making his way back up to my clenched cheeks. A hard smack resonates through me and I shove upwards off his mouth from the impact. His answering growl as he pulls me backs down is clear: don't fucking pull away again.

"Toomuch! Ohohoh pleeeeeeease Bruce!"

He sends me into a blissful spiral, the intense sensation spiking in my core. I'm begging for the torture to end, for him to make me cum. But he only wiggles his tongue inside me widly as he moves his hands to my pussy lips and spreads them wider so he can get deeper.

My eyes must be at the back of my skull from the force of how they roll eye back. I wordlessly plead for reprieve, which he seems to only delight in. He chuckles heartily into the pink of me as he leers at my tits jiggling underneath my shirt.

I'm sure my souls about to rip out my body when I feel his thumb lightly swipe at my throbbing clit once. The tumultuous orgasm tumbling to the surface frightens me, has me seriously doubting my endurance to take it. So it's no fault of mine that I tug at my bosses short brown locks, ripping his swollen lips from my frantically pulsating pussy. He stares at me through narrowed eyes, his straight nose inna prominent snarl as I apologize profusely.

"Imsorryi'msorryi'msorry!" I rush out with heavy breaths and a heaving chest.

"No the fuck you're not, goddamn brat." He spits out as he stands and lifts me up against his strong chest with hands to the back of my thighs.

Walking me to the conference table, Bruce's sits me down atop it. He says nothing, towering above me as he looks down at while unbuckling his belt. His stare is lecherous while unbottoms his pants, so god damn domineering as he pulls out his twitching monster cock and presses it through the wetness between my legs.

It's not gonna fit, no way it'll fit. His dick is to thick, somehow his tip flaring out to become even wider. It's fuckin scary and thats without describing the girthy shaft. Still, I moan at the breathtaking feeling of him tappin the head at my opening. Even though my sweaty body is tense, my insides quiver rapidly hoping to catch his tip.

"I have a proposal for you too, y/n.." He leans in close to whisper against my lips, blocking me from the view of his fat cock at my entrance. "Your gonna take this dick like a good girl and I might not fuck your pretty little mouth and bust down your throat till your unconscious. You agree to the terms?"

I nod slowly, helplessly, my gaze briefly straying to his swollen mouth. Knowing how he ate me moments before and the way he damn near pins me to the table now that he's not letting me go till he's done.

"Look at you being a good girl for once." He compliments, smacking my sensitive clit with his rigid dick over and over.

My eyes roll back as I shout Bruce's name repeatedly, feeling my orgasm race back to the surface with double the intensity. My frame shakes like a leaf underneath him as my back arches and I dig my nails into the wood table beneath me. My mean ass boss only slaps his dick at my pulsing little gem quicker, drinking in my frantic reaction.

He greedily soaks in my pitiful body in the throes of the best orgasm I've ever received. The smile on his face is sinister, so damn dangerous as he replaces his dick with his thumb, sliding the head of his dick to my opening and shoving between my drenched, unprepared fluttering walls.

Time almost seems to stand still, as my lids fly open and I choke, trying and failing to pull in a gasping breaths against his pretty pink lips as he bullies his cock into my pussy while I'm still cumming. He groans like a wounded animal and I'm fucking alarmed that he actually gets in on the first push, though no explanation is needed for the unbearable pressure weighing in my gut.

My legs kick out behind him uncontrollably while I grip onto his suit jacket for dear life and stare at him with big teary eyes. Try as I might to inch off Bruce's cock by scooting backwards, I don't get very far before he's gripping me and pullin me back onto his leaking dick by my neck again.

"Keep. Fuckin. Still!"

Each word accentuated by him sliding in and out of my little hole. His other hand holds himself above me as he fucks into me roughly. My head thrashes side to side as I apologize nonstop. Hair from my two buns loosens and falls, sticking to the perspiration on my face.

"Oooooooh fuck, I can't believe I waited so loooong! Ah, ah, ah, pussyfeelssogood! Uhn, fuck y/n! Not gonna last, too damn tight.. so weeet! Haaaaah!"

His cock digs deep, finally in a bit more than half way as he pumps into me ferociously. It's so fuckin amazing, nothings ever felt so good, so intense. I light years beyond coherence as drool unknowingly seeps from the corner of my mouth as I share my pleasure into the air. All my strength is split between processing the sensations between my legs and breathing.

"Fuuuuuck, sweety.. Gonna make me nut so damn hard. You want that? Fill that pretty little pussy till I can't anymore?

Bruce's grip around my throat tightens and it's a bit hard to breath but my normal reaction of instant panic is delayed by the dizzy feeling filling my head. I'm unaware of the suffocating clenches my pussy gives the big dick invading my insides as he huffs and puffs his pleasure at my ear.

"Ooooh shit, your so perfecttome! Haaaa! Mmmm sweetheart, made for me huh? Uhn, thaaaas a good fuckin girl!"

His back hunches him over my body as he stabs in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis into mine as holds my seizing body to the table. The sudden unlimited pressure against my button sends me off; I take in as much air as I can unaware that my hips lightly hump back at him. Black and white spots dot in and out of my vision as the pressure in my tummy explodes through my battered cunt.

I squirt all over Bruce's suit, sliding my hands through his freshly cut hair down his neck to claw at his thick, muscular shoulders. His name is all I know as I desperately cry it out more times than I can count. No man has fucked to the point of tears and I'd tell him that if I could formulate sentences at the moment.

But I know he's in the same boat as his fingers loosen around my neck and he bites his lip hard, eyebrows drawn together from the way my pussy milks the cum from his cock.

"Oh heeell.. Fuuuuuuuuck, take it honey! Aaaaahhh, that's it, allforyouy/n! Take this nut like a gooooood giiiirrrrl!" He groans, eyes locked where we connect as he continuously pumps into me at his leisure.

It feels foreign but oh so fuckin welcoming as large splashes of cum gush my already soakin wet pussy. My needy insides clasp at Bruce's cock as if demanding he shoot more. He definitely fulfills his promise of stuffing my puffy cunt till she leaks.

"Mmmmm.. oh my fuckin God princess. You okay?" He asks between tiny grunts of pleasure, his hips still slowly pumping his cock into me.

I'm not sure how he expects me to answer; my lungs feel tight and my head is so fuzzy. I fight to steady my breathing, fingers remaining inna death grip around his shoulders. I finally feel the heavy trails of make up streaking down my chest and my wavy hair sticking to my sweaty temples. I know I looked fucked out to the max.

I can't even muster energy to cover myself as my head falls limply to the right and I see a group of men staring lewdly at us through the glass walls, each with a tented bulge in their business attire.

Bruce's phone beeps at that moment and he leans over slightly to read the text aloud.

"We agree to your terms of the proposal." He says with a dazzling smile.

Yeah, I fucking bet..

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #smut #black reader #all readers #dirty talk #creamp!e #rough smut #sub reader #submisive and breedable

[thebearer]

An adult makes a sly comment about Teddy when the family is walking in public (maybe a mall) and Carmen gets so heated he was ready to throw hands but the reader has to stop him.

"We've gotta go get you some new tap shoes, and then Mama needs to go to the makeup store-"

"-Ooh! I wanna go too!" Teddy squealed, hand squeezing yours. "Can I go in with you?"

"If you're being good." You give her a half-hearted stern glare. "If you're being wild and going to touch everything, you have to stay with Daddy."

"I'll be good." Teddy nodded, hands swinging with yours and Carmen's, walking between the two of you.

Carmen grinned, letting her swing and twirl around his hand, even in the aisles of the dance supply store. "Was it Capezio or the Bloch ones..?" You muttered, looking between the two. "Let me just check the text again. Can you hold these?" You asked Carmen, handing him the two boxes.

Teddy still twirled, wide and long down the aisles, Carmen's eyes trained on her. Another dad, maybe a grandfather by how old he was, and his child, around Teddy's age, walked down the aisle.

"Teddy, c'mere." Carmen nodded, the four year old pirouetting down to him. "Stay here, alright?"

"Here, don't move." The other man said to his kid, nodding down for the child to sit on the small bench. "Stay right there, ok? Don't be running around like that kid." He nodded towards Teddy.

You tensed, eyes moving from Teddy- who was completely unbothered- to Carmen. His eyes flashing, grip tightening on the boxes. Carmen wasn't violent, not by nature. Hot headed, protective? Sure, but not violent.

Until someone threatened his family. It had happened once, a guy on the L shoving you when you were pregnant. Carmen had shoved him back, eyes wild and screaming at the guy until he retreated in fear. It was rare, very rare, but Carmen would protect his family.

"The fuck did you just say?" Carmen spat, setting the boxes down gently, brows furrowed already stalking towards the guy.

"Carmen," You hissed, grabbing at his arm, one hand on Teddy.

"No, what did he say? You talkin' about my kid, jagoff?" Carmen challenged.

"Yeah, your kid that you're too lazy to watch. Lettin' her run up and down these aisles while I'm trying to shop." The old man scoffed, glaring at Teddy.

"She wasn't in your way, and even if she was, you don't talk about my kid, alright? I'll knock your fuckin' teeth in, you piece of-" Carmen sneered, teeth grit, fists balled with rage.

"Carmen," You snapped, your tone teetering on the edge of a gasp and a growl. It made Carmen turn, seeing Teddy in your arms, grabbing at your jacket, wide eyed- scared. It made Carmen's stomach turn.

Carmen turned to the other man, tongue running across his teeth menacingly. "You better watch your fuckin' mouth, alright? Talk about my kid or any kid again, and I'll beat your fuckin' skull in." Carmen spat, turning and grabbing Teddy's coat and your hand.

"What is the matter with you?" You hiss, holding Teddy close to your chest, trying to quiet her little cries. She was scared, of course she was.

Carmen's eyes cut down to her, softening at the watery eyed look she gave him. "You heard him." Carmen snapped, nerves still grated and furious. He took a deep breath, hand running down his face to calm himself.

"Look, he's not talkin' about my kid, alright? She wasn't doin' anything- Teddy, you weren't doing anything." Carmen cooed, running a hand down her soft curls. "That guy was just an ass-"

"-Carmen-"

"-a poop head." Carmen muttered. "You don't let anyone talk mean to you like that, ok? You tell Daddy if they do."

Teddy was nodded slowly, a little confused, but less concerned now that she knew she wasn't in trouble.

"I think the store across town will have better stuff anyways." You try to change the subject, at least in front of Teddy for now. "And there's a Target. Daddy should take us there, shouldn't he?" You ask, brow raised in challenge more so than question when you looked at Carmen.

Carmen agreed, of course he did. He didn't complain when you ordered Teddy a cake pop, or when you'd slip another useless decoration in the basket. He kept his hand on you the whole time, possessive- grounding. You knew he needed to feel you, calm himself that way, so you let him.

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[dream0fschism]

Could you please write a Price x wife! Reader where they have a really hot make out session?

because you asked so nicely... of course, darling.

nsfw! 18+ below! not sex but a lil sm sm... i'm ngl i can't write just a kiss.

i'm too nasty i think

You and your husband had never really enjoyed attending dinner parties. But because you were both so polite, the two of you had never missed a single one. Well, neither of you were ever in the mood to have your ear chewed off for saying 'no' to an invitation.

Your friend would only whine, anyway, say "But John's always away on call. We've all got to make memories together when we can!"

As if you weren't blatantly aware of your husband's frequent absences already.

"You know, we could be doin' this at home," John chuckles, following you into the bathroom and clicking the door shut behind him.

Immediately, you pounce towards him - making an accidental, louder-than-intended thud as you pressed him into the door and wrapped your arms around his neck. You both giggle like mischievous children.

"Mm, you're right. We've been saying we'll stop coming for years," you say, as his forearms encircle your waist. "I don't think we're posh enough for them, love."

"Fuck 'em."

Your lips meet soon after, in sloppy and lazy pecks as neither of you are in a rush to get back out there and converse. John's arms have a vice-like grip around your waist, but they loosen as your kiss intensifies so he can cuff a hand at the back of your neck.

You squeak at the sensation. He squeezes the spot lovingly, before he slithers his fingers upwards and scrunches at the base of your hair. When he uses your hair to tilt back your head, he leans over you further as if it would help him explore deeper with the tongue he presses into your mouth.

Your hands are no longer locked behind his neck, sliding down his chest as you weaken under his grasp and succumb to the warm feeling of your battling tongues.

John pinches at your butt with his other hand then, chuckling cheekily when you pull apart momentarily to catch your breaths. And you respond by slamming your mouths back together, teeth almost clashing against one another in your desperate movement.

The hand on your ass doesn't shift, and you reach to pull John forward by the shoulders and hook your leg around his waist. It causes you both to stumble, but you knew your skilled husband would always catch your fall. He does, but soon taps at your leg for you to put it back down, before he walks you towards the bathroom counter and lifts you onto it with little to no effort.

Situated between your legs, he connects your lips once again and uses a hand to caress your cheek.

The pooling heat between your legs slowly becomes more and more evident, and you squeeze John's hips between each of your plump thighs in search of a shred of relief.

When your mouths part, he speaks low, voice hoarse and gravelly with arousal. "Fuck, sweet. We can't keep doing this..." You watch the risks being weighed in his face, before he shakes his head and makes his decision. His eyes flick onto yours, whilst he presses three of his fingers to his tongue and coats them in saliva.

You quickly widened your legs, biting onto your lip as his hand slips beneath your dress and hooks beneath the lace covering your pussy. Fingers press between your folds and immediately find your clit, which Johnny begins to rub with desperation. You know he needs to make this quick, doesn't want to make you both look suspicious, but you can't bring yourself to give a fuck about anything outside of the four walls of the bathroom, not when his skilled fingers are stroking at your spit-soaked cunt the way they are.

John kisses you once again, swallows each sound you make as he uses the hand on your cheek to graze over your cheekbone with his thumb.

"Guys? Hello? Are you in there together? I need to piss!"

Fuck.

You were never going to another fucking dinner party again.

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[indigostreaking]

Wicked Woman

Oliver Reed!Danny x fem!reader

A/N: This is mostly for me, as a certified slut for Oliver Reed who lives in Danny’s lane, but I really hope you enjoy it, too! 🤭

Minors, please please please do not interact. 18+

Warnings: oral(f&m receiving), fingering, alcohol, degradation(if you squint), praise, fake accents, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cockwarming for a second, choking, unprotected sex, teensy bit of spit, and probably more 🤷🏼‍♀️

Word count: ~3k

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"Wanna see something cool we've been working on?" Danny asked excitedly as you climbed in the passenger seat of his car. You expected new music or a photo shoot, but when he passed you his phone, you were greeted with a video of Danny decked out in his golf gear sporting a cocky smirk.

"Chip Bunker? What is this?" You giggled as you asked, glancing back at him momentarily to see him raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"Just watch it," he laughed with you and looked back to the road before adding, "scroll to the right for the other three.." You tapped the screen so the clip began to play.

"Golf is the essence.." Chip began, and you fought the urge to poke fun, because Danny—Chip looked really really good in his colorful striped polo and Michigan visor. You always loved when he pulled his hair up, too. You watched intently as the short video ended before scrolling to the next one. You laughed at Dr JMK and rolled your eyes at Cal A Bungah, but you couldn't help but smile as you watched Oliver Reed. With the sex and swagger practically dripping off of him as he spoke in a terrible British accent, you were entranced. He had on tight green pants, brown loafers that matched his vest, and a light blue button up shirt, but the icing on the Oliver cake was the long fake beard and expensive looking sunglasses and necklace. You gasped near the end when he ripped open his shirt, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"What's got you all smiley?" Danny asked as he pulled in to the parking spot of the movie theater for date night. You had been so lost in the videos that you hadn't even realized you'd arrived.

"Nothing," you lied, trying to recover some dignity. You had never thought of Jake like that, but that was certainly not Jake..

"Oliver's got you all hot and bothered, huh?" He teased with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed again and you hated yourself for it. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart feigning offense. "No love for Chip?"

"Chip was perfect, babe! And I love him and you so much," you leaned in and kissed his pouty lips. "Let's head in so we have time for concessions." He nodded, but you could tell he was deep in thought..

***

After getting dressed in a cute, white sundress, you texted Danny to let him know you were on your way per his request. He had been very cryptic when he asked you to come over, but that wasn't totally out of the ordinary for him. He was always full of fun little surprises, but for some reason you just couldn't quite fight the sense of anxious excitement you felt when you knocked on the front door of his house.

"Just a second, love," a familiar voice called out in an unfamiliar accent. You cocked your head sideways, trying to make sense of it. Danny opened the door wearing a pair of tight green pants, a light blue button up shirt, a pair of brown loafers and a matching brown vest. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Come on, darling, can't have you standing out 'ere making the neighbors jealous," he held the door open wide and flashed you a lazy smirk. You followed him inside and watched as he shut the door. That's when you noticed the fake beard and bubbled with laughter.

"Danny, what are you—" you began as you shook your head in disbelief.

"Danny's not here. Name's Reed...Oliver Reed," he winked and arched a brow.

You bit back a smile, but it eventually erupted out of you in a cackle that you tried your best to stifle. "Oliver, I—are you—" you tried to ask, but you couldn't stop giggling. He somehow managed to keep a straight face, and you felt so bad for laughing when he's clearly trying so hard.

He stepped towards you, closing the distance as he took your face in his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips push out in a pout. "Be a good girl for me and go grab the bottle of whiskey? None of that cheap shit that Danny drinks, either..." he looked down at you as he spoke then released your face. You swallowed hard. Your sweet Daniel never really took on this role of being so rough and almost condescending. He was usually so gentle, empathetic, and careful with you, but this-this was different. Ever so obediently, you walked into the kitchen, only to return to an empty living room.

"Danny?" You called out cautiously as you wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Uh uh, your beloved Daniel is away for the moment...otherwise occupied, if you will," Oliver crooned from his spot perched on the edge of the bed. "Fuck this shit," he mumbled to himself as he pulled the beard off his face after fussing with the hairs sticking to his lips. "Keep up, won't you, love?" He eyed the floor in front of him, silently motioning for you to take your spot. Your heart was racing at his newfound swagger, and you could already feel your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You handed him the bottle of whiskey and knelt before him. "Look at you, such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He purred, tilting your chin up with his forefinger as he looked down his perfect nose at you. Without letting you go, he turned up the bottle with his other hand, taking a big swig. His pronounced adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with an exaggerated sigh. "Need a drink before you suck my cock?" He asked plainly, as if he was doing you a favor.

In that moment, you decided to make a show of it. If he was committed to this bit, you would play your role as well. You widened your eyes and fluttered your lashes. "Yes, please, daddy," you said breathily, holding eye contact with him as you bit your lower lip. You had never called him that before, and you weren't sure how he'd react..but judging by the way his breath hitched and the corner of his mouth curled up in amusement, it was safe to assume he liked it.

"Open," he commanded calmly. Your mouth fell open instantly and you held eye contact with him as he tilted the bottle, pouring the honey colored liquor into your mouth. It overflowed, dribbling down your chin and onto your chest, and he smirked as it soaked through your dress exposing your stiffening nipples. You tried not to choke as you gulped down what you could, still keeping your eyes on his. The lust and hunger in his eyes darkened the usual chocolatey brown to an almost ravenous black. He sat the bottle on the night stand and took your chin in his hand, craning your head to the side as he licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your jaw. A quiet moan escaped your throat, quickly followed by a content, low hum of approval from him. He leaned back, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and letting his cock spring free. You licked your lips and impatiently reached for it before he dodged your touch. "Aren't you going to ask daddy nicely? Liked hearing you say please so pretty before.." His voice dropped an octave at his new title and you held your breath. Fuck.

"Please," you whined, making sure to flutter your lashes up at him.

"Please what, love? Use your words," the terrible accent still made everything more sultry somehow. You licked your lips before trying again.

"Please let me suck your cock...daddy," you were proud of yourself for remembering to address him properly, and a smile played at the corner of your lips because of it.

"Ah, there she is. There's my naughty girl," he looked just as pleased as he slowly stroked his cock and eyed you hungrily. He tilted the tip towards your mouth, and you lapped at it eagerly. Another hum of approval rumbled through his chest. He tangled a hand in your hair, loosely gripping it every time you took him deeper. His hips bucked up into you as you worked him. Your nose nuzzled against his happy trail as you fought your gag reflex, letting tears pool in the corner of your eyes. "Fuck," he moaned, as you pulled away only to repeat the same motion. He gently tugged on your hair, making you look up at him as your head bobbed. "Gonna fuck your pretty mouth now, and you're gonna take it..aren't you, darling?" He asked and for the briefest of moments, you saw a flicker of Danny finding a way to check in with you. You swallowed and he groaned in pleasure. You did your best to give your permission, but a muffled yes would have to suffice.

As he stood, you rocked back to accommodate the shift. He gripped the hair at the base of your neck and held your head in place as he thrusted forward, grazing the back of your throat. You held your composure through his slow, steady movements. He picked up his pace, pulling you into him as you gagged around him. He moaned as he watched the drool dribble down your chin and you held your eyes on his. "Are you this sweet to your Daniel? Do you choke on his cock like this, too?" His voice dangerously low and raspy as he pulled from your mouth, waiting for your response.

"I think he's too scared he'll hurt me, but I'm tougher than I look," you smirked up at him as you wiped the drool from your chin against your forearm.

"Oh really?" his eyes widened as you nodded, and he abruptly yanked you up, pulling you to your feet as his hand trailed down to the swell of your left ass cheek. You giggled as he lifted the bottom of your dress, caressing the bare skin he found beneath. "You want Daniel to use a firmer hand? Perhaps rough you up a little? Like this.." he whispered, swatting at your ass, leaving a sting of pain and a red hand-shaped mark.

You hissed before replying, "Mmm..yes, thank you, daddy," and fluttering your lashes, which elicited a low rumble of a moan from him.

"You are evil," he grinned before motioning towards the headboard with his chin, instructing you silently. You obliged, making a show of wiggling your ass as you climbed up the length of the bed. "Positively wicked," he purred as he watched you, taking note of the thin fabric of your thong when the ruffled hem of your dress allowed brief peeks. You plopped down on the heap of pillows, rolling to lie on your back instead. The sight of him nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. He had taken the opportunity to undress entirely, leaving a medallion dangling from a silver chain at his neck as he crawled up towards you with his cock bobbing with his movement.

He kissed a line up your inner knee to your thigh, reaching up flipping the skirt of your dress up and out of the way. "Take this off for me, yeah?" He murmured against the soft skin of your thigh, glancing up to watch you lift your dress over your head. Your moved to take off your panties, but he caught your wrists with a sharp hiss. "Uh uh," he scolded gently. You watched as he caught the waistband of your thong between his teeth, slowly working it down until it reached your thighs. His hot breath had you arching your back as the sensation traveled down your legs until you were freed from the lace.

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth as he kissed and nipped his way up your thigh towards your core. When his tongue found your throbbing clit, you nearly jumped. He chuckled to himself at your behavior, then continued by sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as he worked. You gripped the sheets to the point that your knuckles turned white and you held your breath. “Let me hear you lovely moans, sweet girl,” he crooned from between your thighs as he swiped his index and middle finger through the wetness accumulating. He teased your entrance, pushing his fingers in only to pull them away over and over until you couldn’t take it.

“Please fuck me, Danny,” you let out a frustrated whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to use it to pull him up to kiss you instead. He lifted his face, shoved his fingers in deep, curling them up to caress the perfect spot inside you, and delivered a swift pop of his other hand to your clit. You gasped and bucked your hips, but were unable to get away. His devious smile lit up while he watched you squirm, still curling and uncurling his fingers as he used them to fuck you. He delved back in, lapping at your core and causing the fire in your tummy to build. “Oliver, please,” you corrected yourself breathlessly, knowing where you had gone wrong and desperately needing more. His face lifted again so he could watch you wince as he delivered another slap to your clit. This time you whimpered and cried out, “daddy!” He growled in approval and resumed devouring you. His rhythm never faltered as he drug you over the edge. Your moans filled the room as you came undone, and he growled in approval, rutting himself against the bed as he worked you through it.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as he started overstimulating you, and he landed another swat to your clit causing you to whimper, “What was that for?”

He smirked up at you, and replied, “Just like feeling how tight your pretty pink pussy clenches around my fingers.” You panted beneath him as he crawled up your body. He spit on your core before lining himself up and thrusting in painfully slowly. He let his head fall forward, smiling as he felt you stretch around him. “Fuck,” he mumbled, just a quick glimpse at your Danny before he regained his Oliver persona. He captured your nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he sucked before repeating the same to the other. You tilted your hips back and forth trying to create some movement, causing his tip to rub against your favorite spot. He let go of your nipple with a pop and smiled down at you. “Afraid Oliver won’t give you what you need, hmm?” He asked in an almost condescending tone, but you didn’t care. You needed more.

“I just want you to come, too,” you whined, trying to flatter him into fucking you how you wanted.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “No,” he sounded stern now as he took your face in his hand, tilting your head to the side so he could whisper, “You just have a greedy little cunt,” directly into your ear. You swallowed hard, and his hand slid down to grip your throat. He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign of unease. Daniel once again checking in ever so subtly. You nodded, giving him the permission he was seeking. He squeezed gently at first as he began fucking you, picking up speed and squeezing a bit harder to match. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed you towards the edge again. He’d loosen his grip to let you catch your breath, but his thrusts never slowed. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at where your bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of your core with his tongue out in concentration and his brows furrowed. You let the building pleasure wash over you, coming undone once more as he watched. His pace stuttered and he thrusted forward as deep as he could, filling you as a stream of obscenities flowed from his perfect pink lips. He held his position, panting as he came back down, finally looking at you with flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat across his forehead, and a fucked out smile that made your whole body warm.

“Hey,” you whispered, acknowledging the return of Danny. His smile widened as he unsheathed and laid down beside you, nuzzling closer with his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey..was that okay?” he asked nervously, dropping the accent, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“It was perfect,” you replied as you turned to kiss his forehead and tuck his sweaty curls behind his ear. “Thank you,” you murmured into the gentle kiss, knowing he had done this for you. “Wanna shower together?” You asked hopefully.

He popped up to his feet more enthusiastically than you expected, which made you laugh. “You know I love that idea,” he flashed you a crooked grin and crinkled his nose. It’s true, though. He jumped on the opportunity to shower with you any chance he got, and you loved it. “Maybe you and Oliver can hang out more often,” he smirked as he pulled you to your feet.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking past him towards the bathroom. “Maybe Oliver should remember his cane next time..” you replied casually. Danny charged towards you, scooping you up in his arms with a rumble of laughter.

“Wicked woman,” he purred into your ear in his Oliver accent as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you.

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #oliver fucking reed #greta van smut #gvf fanfiction #gvf smut #daddy danny wagner

[truthseeker-blogger]

*Update*

Matt was reinstated as a forklift driver this morning! yippee! This means there are options other than lifting letter trays at the post office.

There may be others with seniority, but at least he has a chance to drive a forklift instead of constant motion with his shoulders.

For those curious what we've bought to get back to some form of normalcy thus far.

We paid the balance due on our rent after we had to buy a dehumidifier. We paid my car loan. We paid the auto insurance. We paid Uhaul where the rest of our things are in storage. We paid six months of continued post office box usage.

I bought replacement items that were shorted out. Our electric skillet to make stir fry, chicken, fry burgers or sloppy joes, or even eggs and bacon. Replaced the moldy toaster.

I washed out my existing coffee pot with hot water, then ran vinegar water through it several times, then just water.

Instead of replacing Matt's computer monitor, I purchased an adapter to use a small flat screen tv we have. This seems a much cheaper method.

The sink upstairs is still apart, but still functions by using the handle to push against the inner parts to turn the water on, so I purchased a Brita pitcher to filter tap water. I understand the filters may be expensive, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. This has to be cheaper method to drinking water than bottled water or gallon water. Here's to hoping!

My favorite piece....a tower cooling fan.

It doesn't work like an air conditioner, but the temperature in the basement did lower by several degrees and I really like the air flow. It's like a cool summer breeze and extremely quiet, with a remote and timer, so we do not have to go to the fan to adjust any settings.

Matt wanted a fan that would really cool with a compressor, but that would be counterproductive. That type of fan would put water in the air, only for the dehumidifier to have to work extra to heat up the water droplets, doing nothing to cool down the room.

I'm still looking to replace Justice's beds, but will only purchase one this time. I'm looking for suggestions. It has to be extra large, and also I'm looking for something where the cover is washable and the inside is some form of micro foam, resistant to water and or mold.

Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!

Every time I purchased something I felt as though I shouldn't but only use the money for bills, but realized this is exactly what the money is for, not just bills, but rebuilding our lives, one little piece at a time, many take for granted.

The only extravagance I purchased was replacing my sleep headphones. $20. Mine shorted out. A lot of items were affected by moisture in the air. Thankfully, our TV hasn't been affected so far. It's Matt's only outlet to decompress.

Matt has sleeping pills to deal with his PTSD and insomnia, but I've dealt with lack of sleep by listening to meditations, ocean sounds and Abide channel on YouTube, with stories about faith and God being there during the struggles.

Without distraction, my mind ruminates, as well as disturbed by Matt's snoring. I think my mental health is just as important as replacing "stuff". Just being transparent. I'm sure donors would like to know how their donations are helping us.

These are just the things we've needed to function as normal as possible in our difficult situation and without your generous donations, we wouldn't be in a better situation to move forward.

Thank you all so very much! You are always on our minds as we talk daily about how grateful and blessed we are to have such earth angels caring for our well being!

🙏🙏🙏❤❤❤😇😇😇

XOXOXOXO

@truthseeker-blogger

[cazort]

Just moved into a house that has an electric hot water heater and after monitoring the electric usage for a few days it became apparent that the hot water heater was driving the overwhelming majority of the usage of electricity. Our electric bill was on target to be around $130/month from usage alone (more for the customer charge), but after a few innovations we reduced our daily usage to where it's now set to average closer to $90/month for usage.

The temperature on the hot water heater was already turned down to the safest setting (120°F); you don't want to go any lower than this because harmful bacteria can start growing in the tank. In one previous apartment I lived in, the temperature was set higher, and we were able to lower it which saved about $15 a month.

Some of the innovations we made this time around include:

In the kitchen where there is a single faucet that you can turn to the left for hot and right for cold, we had been leaving the faucet in the middle most of the time, which was using a blend of hot water. We often wouldn't notice the waste because we'd just use the tap for a short burst of water, so the water wouldn't run long enough to get hot. But it was still wasting hot water, drawing it out of the tank to where new water needed to be heated. To address this, we started turning the handle the whole way to the right and we only ever turn it to the left when we specifically need hot water; otherwise we keep it the full way to the right.

I started using cold water for some usages where hot water wasn't strictly necessary.

I started taking cooler showers, going as cold as was comfortable for me, which in the summer heat was pretty easy.

In the long-run we've considered other innovations, such as adding more insulation along the hot water pipes coming out of the boiler, and also looking into potentially replacing it, such as with a heat-pump hot water heater or a solar one, both of which can yield huge savings.

We also considered getting a new showerhead with a detachable head and a setting that only runs water when you hold down a button. For example you can lather up with soap or shampoo and then only run the water to wash it off. This hugely reduces all water usage, including hot water if the settings are on hot. The cost of hot water with an electric hot water heater is much higher than the cost of water itself, so the savings on hot water alone by doing this can be huge. I'm not sure how much this stuff is going to save but I'm optimistic given that we seem to have already reduced our usage enough to save about $40 a month.

Even if you live at home with parents, or in an apartment where hot water is included in your rent, someone is paying for hot water. In the long-run, rent tends to go up as expenses go up so a lot of these expenses get passed on to tenants anyway, so you aren't necessarily just making your landlord richer by conserving: it can actually help to keep rents down for all tenants if you conserve hot water. You can also talk to your landlord about innovations like turning down the temperature of the water (which has other benefits like reducing scalding risk, which a landlord might care about because it could be a potential point of liability if someone is burned by water that was too hot) until it is around 120°F. In most apartments you can also just buy and install your own showerhead, most can be installed just by screwing off the old one, then if you want to take it with you you can just put the old one back on when you move out, or you can leave it for the next tenant to enjoy.

#water conservation #hot water #hot water heater #utility bill #energy conservation #frugal

[esnyshire]

amateur pt. 5

summary: In part five of amateur, we continue on with the date between Harry and Love and see how the night leads. Finally some actual private time.

warning: some light spanking, nicknames, horrible dad (joke(s)) humor, finally some private, simple, laying down on the bed sex, needy sex, a battle between the dom, the music I picked for these chaps rockkkkk, some good ole smut

wc: 4.2k

♫ What You Want by Mase

The night sky is pitch black, the only light we have is the moon illuminating our surroundings. Harry wasted no time in leaving the club after I met who I needed to meet and brought me to a food truck. The entire ride consisted of nothing but full-on foodie commentary. I didn't interrupt him not once, taking in all his words. I'm not used to him talking so much, so I give him center stage and he takes it gladly.

He said they make the best rice and lamb he's ever tasted, but he reminded me that it's with little knowledge of food from around the world so his words hold little to no importance. I still listened to him ramble on about it though. I'm sitting on the top of his car, the heat emitting from the hood of the car warming my body on this particularly cold summer night. My tiny plastic bowl is filled to the brim with white rice and lamb chunks, so greasy and hot you can see the steam above it. Harry is shoving spoonfuls of food in his mouth, scarfing it down like he hasn't eaten all day. He loves this food truck food. A giggle leaves my lips as I look down at my food.

"I'm already full, and I've barely scratched the surface. Were they trying to feed a village with my order?" I laugh as I force the spoon into my mouth.

"That's the beauty of this truck! That's exactly why I love it. It's cheap and good quality for a lot of food. I almost always have leftovers." He smile is bright and his cheeks are full with food like a cute hungry hamster. "But you shouldn't force yourself to eat Love, you'll get sick." He puts his foot down and grabs mine out of my hands. He flips the top on and seals it closed.

"C'mon, let me take you home. It's getting late." He says putting all the food away in the bag. It was close to two o'clock, the date only just started and it's already ending. I don't want to leave him yet. It was like he could read my mind cause the next thing he said made me appreciate how attentive he really is. "Unless you'd like to come to my place. Spend the night with me?" He asks, smirking at me with his one dimple on display.

"I'd like that."

"Great." He nods, holding out his hand for me. He helps me off and in the car.

*

"I've always wanted to go camping,  to see the stars, and hear the animals at night." He watches the road, speaking out.

We've gone down every rabbit hole of conversation. Changing topics every couple of seconds, rambling on about whatever comes to mind. It's nice to know I can speak to someone like this, it's always so hard making friends. Nobody my age relates to me. It's a lot harder than it looks, being alone all the time. So, being with Harry tonight is something I'm not used to. I am enjoying myself though.

"Oh god, no I hate bugs. Imagine all the bugs." I cringe at the thought of having to go camping. "Don't make me do it." I plead.

"Oh, you're coming. I can't go by myself. What will happen when I don't have you to throw at the bears to save myself!" He emphasizes.

"Ouch! I thought what we had was special!" I gasp at his joke.

"I'll mourn you, don't stress. Everyone will know you for your bravery."

"But, I'm too pretty to die!" I yell in ear as he drives.

"Hm, it's a pity. Your beauty would go to waste." He peeks at me through his peripheral vision.

"A compliment and a promise to sacrifice me in one go! You sure know how to charm a lady." I quip.

"It's a gift."

The car goes silent, aside from the music playing.

♫ So Fresh, So Clean by Outkast.

He taps the steering wheel, in his world. He speaks into silence.

"I don't know much about you. Tell me a few things I'd never know unless you told me specifically."

"Uh, let me think." I actually have to think about this. I've never had a partner ask me questions about my life. It's usually just sex and then they're out the door.

"Nothing is off limits" he says quickly.

"Well, my name is Amor Morales. But I go by Love. But, you knew that already." I giggle a little at the obvious. "I live by myself. I've had Finnegan since I was thirteen." I continue with little facts about myself, filling him in on things from my life. He listens, nodding and humming in response.

"I've always been clumsy! It's not cute." I cover my face, red after explaining to him how I fell in front of a train station full of strangers.

"I've missed a lot." He lazily smiles, shaking his head.

"Oh, what part did you miss?"

The light turns red and the car slows down. He takes his hand off the wheel and lays it on his thighs, turning his torso to face me.

"Have you ever met someone, and realized you've gone through life completely wrong?" He asks, squinting his eyes. He sounds like he's asking himself the question as well. I don't hesitate with my answer, wanting nothing more than for him to know I feel the same way.

"Yeah, you."

"You're only twenty-three, Love." He deadpans.

"Exactly, yet I feel like it's been completely wrong up until two days ago."

The light turns green, but he doesn't drive. He just stares at me, like what is in front of him isn't real. I hope he knows I feel the same way. The rest of the drive is silent and to my surprise, Harry's house is only around the block from mine. I've passed his house more times than I can even count.

He parks in his driveway, collecting all the food and walking to his door. "There's a key under the doormat, can you open the door for me?" He asks politely, whispering slightly. It's pretty late and sound echoes off of the houses very easily in this neighborhood. Of course, he's polite in that way. The last thing I need is rumors of us stumbling home at three in the morning. I grab the key and open the door, letting myself in first to hold the door.

"Make yourself at home, I'll go put the food in the fridge."

"Okay, I'll be here." I take slow steps into the living room, looking at everything in view.

It's big. Bigger than my house that's for sure. His walls are the nicest cream color, with one brown accent wall. There are pictures framed everywhere, cute little kids running around on the grass. People laughing, drinking and eating together. The family in these photos looks so happy, I can't help but question why Harry isn't in any of them.

There's no sign of life in the living room. No flowers, no pets. Not even fruits are displayed on his dining room table.

His house is so clean and prim, I didn't expect anything different, honestly. He holds himself on such a high pedestal, between his neatly decorated nails every two weeks and his constantly trimmed hair i shouldn't have doubted it in the first place.

♫ Can We by SWV

I don't hear him come into the living, the only thing signaling he's near is his chest against my head. He hovers over me, reaching for my hair and pulling it to the side. My neck is empty aside from my chain, he guides his hand along my shoulder, leaving a hot trail of goosebumps up to my jaw.

I close my eyes in bliss, feeling like the room is closing in on me. Every time I've been with him it's been in public or the locker room. The risk of being caught was the whole reason it felt so good but being here in his house with only him, ignites a fire in my stomach. He's slow with his touches, his face is inches from my skin. His hot breath fans over my neck, causing me to take a sharp breath in.

My body has a mind of its own and goes limp. It's a different feeling than I'm used to, an indescribable head rush. I'm going to tip over any second. No one has ever gotten me to lose my train of thought this easily, I can barely think of what I want to do. I just want him to touch me more.

"Would you like a drink? I have wine." He says, removing his body from my vicinity.

"I'm good, can you touch me?" My words are rushed as I take his hands from behind me, placing them back around me. My fingers slip into his as I guide them up to my torso and my breasts. I grip around his hand, directing him to grope me as freely as he wants.

My head falls back on him, enjoying every feeling I'm getting from his hands. They're large and his cold rings brush against my warm stomach, a soft moan slips from my lips.

"Of course." He says in my ear, I hold in a scoff as I roll my eyes. He's loving this right now. How I'm acting is submissive. Normally I would be reluctant, but seeing him try to take over makes me enjoy it even more. I can hear the smile in his words.

"Oh god, thank you," I say, not intending to thank him, but I do.

"Can I kiss you," He asks. His voice so deep, my core involuntarily clenches from his salacious words. I already feel my composure start to dissolve. Quicker than I want it to.

I don't answer, I turn around in his arms and attach my lips to his. They are soft and the smell of him wafts through my nostrils causing me to sigh into the kiss. Just the simple request to touch me has me reeling, I've never been one to care too much about consent. Especially for something so innocent as a kiss. He begins to touch me, rubbing my arms gently as his lips move against mine. The kiss is so mind numbingly slow, I feel like the air is being sucked from my lungs. He slides his hands to my waist, pulling me closer into his body.

His hands travel up my back, rubbing and clawing against the thin fabric of my top. He plays with the hem of my crop top, silently requesting to take it off. I break the kiss, momentarily allowing him to lift my shirt over my head. He mindlessly throws it behind him, pushing his body into mine the second his hands become free. My now bare chest is firmly against his. His heart is beating so fast, I feel the thump of it. His heart matches the speed of my own.

"Don't be nervous, I'll take care of you," I say against his lips, playing with the hairs behind his ears.

He nods slowly, keeping his attention on my face. He kisses me again, my lips envelop him completely as he hoists me up by my thighs.

"My beautiful boy. Tell me what you want."

"Touch me."

I do as he asks, rubbing my fingers under the hem of his shirt, slowly walking my fingers up his torso. My hands feel over his moth tattoo, taking in every curve and line on his skin. My eyes are closed as I continue my journey around his body. I search for the buttons to his shirt, unbuttoning them as I make my way up. Sliding my hands towards his hips, an eruption of goosebumps perk up all over his skin. I make my way to his shoulders, sliding the fabric off. My lips land on his chest as I pepper small kisses all over, leaving small wet spots as I move to his nipple. I breathe softly against his skin, causing his nipple to harden. I slowly lick on his nipple, and a sneaky gasp falls from his lips. His entire demeanor changes when I start a wet trail with my tongue, going down his torso. I'm slow with my travel to the place I want him so badly, the eye contact between us only driving me to show him exactly how much I've needed this all day.

Right when I go to reach for the hem of his pants two large hands grab my own, he pulls me up to stand and then lifts me off the floor and into his arms. A squeal leaves my lips as I go flying up to his face. My legs go around his waist as I try to steady my breathing. The laugh that leaves Harry's lips echoing off the tall walls around us, it's rich and contagious. I slowly join in with laughter, eating up every ounce of his perfect smile. Our smiles slowly fade as I stare at him with his head back, still delirious from his laughing fit. He looks at me through hooded eyes, so drunk off the feelings coursing through us both.

"Can we go upstairs?" I take initiative, not wanting Harry's shy attitude to get the best of him.

He had his fun experimenting, but I know he wants me to take the lead tonight. Watching him let his guard down, It's one of my new favorite things to do.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I grab his throat, putting pressure in the right places.

He doesn't answer, letting out a big exhale of breath. His grip on my thighs loosens, causing me to tighten them around his waist to keep myself up.

His eyes begin to flutter, just as I yank his face closer to me.

I grit my teeth in annoyance, "I asked you a fucking question, Harry. Answer me."

"Love. Y-yes, Love." He stutters from the lack of oxygen going to his brain, "Please." He begs.

I grab his jaw and speak into his ear. "Get upstairs, now."

He holds me for dear life on his hip, speed walking to the steps, with every step he takes a huff of breath escapes his lips. He's impatient after the first half of steps and proceeds to skip up the rest of the way up. We enter his bedroom, having no time to look around. He throws me on the bed, quickly getting on top. His lips attached to my chest, kissing and sucking. My most sensitive area is my nipples. They're tender and pink, ready to be in between his teeth. The excitement in me only grows when he flips me over, so I'm on top of him. Willingly giving power over him, he doesn't realize what he's just done.

My beautiful boy.

He goes for his pants, rushing with his buckle to get it undone. I smack his hand away, he looks at me stunned by my actions.

He conflicts with himself, unsure if he should be mad or turned on with me smacking him. The smack was light, nothing to cause any bruises. A small tint of red begins to show, which causes me to bite my lower lip in satisfaction. Every time I touch him, it's like he's constantly thinking about if he likes what I did or not.

"You like that, baby?"

He nods.

"Wanna try it with me?"

His eyes widen, I grab his hand and bring it to my face. He palms my cheek as I look at him. It's a small reassurance, that I'm here and everything will be fine.

"You can say no. Only if you want to." I make sure he knows he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want.

"I do," he timidly says, "where?"

"People pick differently, my ass, my thighs, my hands, even my face even." Im still sat on his dick, rubbing dangerously close to my core. The second I said my face, I felt him twitch against me.

"Let's play it safe, smack my ass whenever you want. Okay?" He nods quickly.

I shake my head, smiling down at him. I grab one of his shoulders and guide him back up to me. My fingers slip in his hair as I take a handful and pull. He hisses as I bring his face to mine.

"Use your words, my dirty boy."

"Okay." He says.

"Safe." He whispers.

"Yeah." He's dazed, barely comprehending his babbling.

I push him back down onto the bed and climb off of him, opening his buckle and unbuttoning his pants. I struggle to get his pants off but eventually, they come sliding off. He's so hard, it's like a tent in his boxers. I can't help but feel bad, I rub on his erection feeling him throb across my hand. A pained moan comes from his throat, as his hips buck off the mattress. His hands instinctively grab hold of the sheets. Anything to keep his grounded. Chills erupt all over my arms from excitement, feeling overcome with the need to get him to come.

I peel his boxers off his body, in no mood to take my time anymore. My hands are sweating and my mind is racing with all the things I can do to him. He's patiently waiting for me to do something, anything to ease his pained pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me," I say, the air around us is warm and overwhelmingly smells like him. I want to scream with how wound up I am. "Take off my skirt, please. Just rip it off."

He looks at me in confusion, I dig my nails into the skin on his chest. I plead with him through my eyes, not able to verbally explain why I need his help. I'm going crazy. He winces at the pain, but his body betrays him as his mouth flies open and a gruntled moan escapes his lips. He quickly grips the slit near my legs and pulls apart the skirt, the loud tear just makes me clench even harder. I hear my heart beating so loudly in my ears, i feel so needy for him to fuck me already.

I sit on my knees, hovering over him as I grab hold of his dick. His head is pink and sensitive, I start to pump with one hand, my other on his chest holding myself up.

He's breathless, looking down at my body above him. His hands reach out for me but he snatches them back to his head, gripping his hair so hard. He slides his hands to the back of his head resting on them like a pillow.

"Oh god." He says, frantically looking down at my hand and back up to my face.

I take my free hand and slide my thong to the side, "Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"N-no, I haven't needed them." He is not coherent as he speaks.

"My beautiful boy, I need you to pay attention, or I can't do anything with you." I sternly say, making it known I can't continue if he doesn't cooperate.

His eyes flutter open, looking up at me. "I'm here, Love." He seems more awake which makes me smile. I press a kiss to his chest.

"Good boy," I say, kissing down his chest. "Now, tell me, am I allowed to fuck you raw? My last checkup was three weeks ago and I'm on birth control."

He nods. "I'm okay with that." He breathes out. "Please, please just fuck me." He pants, grabbing at my arm to continue stroking him.

"So needy." I giggle at him. "Anything for you."

I grab his hard cock and direct his tip to my clit, slowly sliding him between my lips. From the contact, my jaw practically unhinges due to the pleasure that throbs through my lower half.

"Fuck, Harry." I slowly slide his tip in my entrance, no longer wanting to tease him and drag this on. I push myself down on his dick, sliding down with ease. It sounds wet and he feels so deep inside me, my eyes shut closed with pleasure. I make my way back up, only to forcefully push myself down again. I keep a steady pace, bouncing on him. He watches with wide eyes, seeing himself disappear inside me. This position is good, but not good enough.

I quickly sit up, turning around and getting back on my knees. I'm now facing away from him, with my ass in his face. I look over my shoulder, only to see him blankly staring.

"Cowgirl." I calmly say. I take hold of him and sink down.

"Oh my fucking god!" He yells, being taken off guard with the new angle. I bounce my ass, wasting no time in building up in speed. My strokes are short and deliberate. I look back over my shoulder, his eyes are squeezed shut and his curls are all over his forehead. He looks breathtaking.

I take one of my hands and begin to rub my clit, my vagina clenches around his dick as I run fast pace circles directly on the nerve I know so well.

"Talk to me, Harry," I say in between gasps.

"You- you feel so good." He grunts, holding my hips and pulling me onto his dick. My movements turn rough as my ass slams against his groin.

"Such a good boy, what's- oh god, what's my name?" It's becoming harder and harder to talk.

"Love, fuck. It's love, just love." He moans out. "Only you."

"That's right, now spank me."

I don't even have to repeat myself because right when the words leave my lips his hand comes cracking down my left ass cheek.

Oh, yes! Just like that. Again." I force my voice out. Another smack echos through the room. A pleasured moan crawls out of my throat.

"Harder." I grit out, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. This time, it's with a heavy hand. He smacks the same cheeks in the same spot, causing my back to arch from the pain. It feels so good and travels to my core as I continue to throw my ass on his dick.

I'm so dazed in the moment, I don't realize he's lifted me off of him, and he's now on his knees. My back is to him as he grabs my neck and pulls me into his chest. A gasp leaves my lips from his harsh movement, still throbbing from his constant pounding into my pussy.

"Living up to the dirty boy nickname I see, want to fuck me from behind?" I smirk at his eagerness to take over.

"Dirty boy, yeah." He deliriously says, putting his tip at my entrance and slamming into me.

"Oh fuck!"

His grip on my neck tightens as he fucks me, i guide his other hand to my clit, and move his fingers in a side to side motion. He's rough in all the right ways and quick with the snap of his hip. It's just how I've always wanted it. He's holding my neck in the exact right places, my head starts to go fuzzy as I feel the build start-up in my lower abdomen. All the air is being sucked out of me, I feel his balls slap against my wet skin, making a heavenly sound.

"Mm, you like it rough?" I ask, barely able to get a word out.

He doesn't answer, so I clench around him. He hunches onto me, a grunt leaves his lips as I kegel around him again.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop that, Love." He sounds panicked.

When my name leaves his lips, the build-up to my orgasm skips steps and starts to tip over quicker than expected.

"Harry, fuck I'm close."

He continues his ferocious movements on my clit and thrusts into me so rough, I know I won't be able to walk. I smile at the thought.

"Come with me, Love."

As if he commanded it, my orgasm breaks through its threshold and hits me like a tidal wave. My voice gets caught in my throat as I try to scream out. Harry cums right after me, twitching above me. Mumbling out my name repeatedly, to the point where he has no voice left in him. He collapses on me, no longer able to keep himself up. The room is hot and smells like sex, the sheets are stuck to our skin as we come down from our highs. He eventually comes to and lifts himself up and out of me. He falls next to me with a thud, looking at me with a face I can only describe as pleased. He smiles at me. I giggle when he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"That wasn't very amateur of you." He takes in my words, shaking his head in confusion. Suddenly he realizes and bursts into a fit of laughter. I join in right after, his contagious laugh bringing it out of me.

And to think this is my same shy lifeguard.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fan fic #esnyshire #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles rec #harry styles sub #subrry

[lightkrets312]

Hey thanks for responding to my tags!! Had a fun and terrifying time reading about Michigan Lefts. Is that a solution because there are no traffic lights there? And I'm glad y'all have cloverleaf interchanges (..as Wikipedia says), though the roundabout thing is so bizarre, I can't imagine having to stop each time at those 7 I pass and, yk, wait to go bc it's a normal intersection. But they're small roundabouts - the ones in Paris with 6 lanes and no lines on the road terrify me as well.

Also very unreal that you don't have normal tax and bank transfer things. You'd think the government wants to make it easy for you, same with your bank.. but it's probably a sign of how it developed historically compared to here in West-Europe. Still, wow. Wouldn't a bank be loved by their customers if they allow direct transfers?? Seems like a great business move? But maybe your banks aren't national and more per state, or the banks refuse to work together a little?

(Also. I don't even drink tea but kettles are great if you need bouillon in a recipe or want to get hot pasta/rice water faster than just heating the water on your stove. Does a tap stove give boiling hot water then? I had never seen one in my life!!)

Cannot wait to visit America one day and experience the culture shock bc it seems like there's so much that's normal to me that's completely different there! Have you been to an European country before?

Hi! So I'm gonna run through the ask and answer as I read, there's a LOT of words here! Keep in mind I'm one perspective and have mainly lived in one state my whole life (anxiety Michigan)

-Michigan Lefts are ironically something I only got introduced to as an adult, and that was LONG after running into stoplights; we've got plenty of the latter, but some areas are putting in more of the former. Ironically I've seen Lefts with stoplights.

Not an expert on WHY, but I know it lowers traffic deaths and makes it so you don't have to cross a main road they decided to cut in half for some godforsaken reason. I honestly prefer it over having to drive across 3-4 lanes just to turn left.

-Cloverleaf interchanges are REALLY common here! Sometimes the exits and changes get put a little too close together for comfort, but I'm an anxious driver. I don't know many other exit types tbh...

-The roundabouts I've seen over here are wild to me, but if you're gonna do an alternative four-way and keep traffic "moving", sure that works. I think I've seen circles with yield signs generally, though.

-This country... is made for profit first, not people, and that goes for the banks too. The average bank I've encountered hasn't said shit about direct transfers, and the one I use has like... a $30 overdraft fee (so if I go below zero, I get charged money). If you wanna pay a friend fast, someone needs cash or both of you need an app like venmo, no in-between.

-We just have normal hot water, but we also use a lot of pots and pans. If you want pasta you grab a pot, turn on the stove, add water to pot, and wait. A little salt helps with the boiling somehow, don't ask me how.

-Good luck over here! (/positive) If you hate traffic over there, you're not gonna be much happier with it here, but it's also unironically the best way to get around.

-(And I've been to Denmark! For somewhere "without a lot to do", I still had fun for the week I was there, and it's pretty enough! The parking and city maneuvering was the weirdest part, but a lot of places were built to be confusing to invaders iirc? So it makes sense that the streets are janky.)

#my post #long-post #long fuckin response for a long ask but hopefully I get some people jumping on and talking about this #also the restaurants here give BIG portions because you're supposed to take food home for later. most places have takehome boxes #it's normal to not finish your food at the restaurant and you do not HAVE to finish it there.

[lawscorazon]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐟𝐭. 𝐝. 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 & 𝐭. 𝐥𝐚𝐰

“Marisol. You wanna do something fun…?”

cast: rosinante, law & o/c’s sunny & marisol

content warning: none! just pure, wholesome mischief

word count: 1.7k

ᥫ᭡. written for @rosiinante as summer trade! Sunny, my dear, I hope you enjoy it. You’re absolutely lovely and I was excited (an equally nervous) to capture your family for you and I hope I did it justice.

the cool winds wafted the rainbow scent of florals through the air. the sun welcomed you, wrapping its warm arms around your skin and kissed your cheeks pink. the newfound families of birds and bunnies trotted around together enjoying the opportunity to begin again.

it was summertime. the schools were out and laughter filled the air. the children were playing outside with their friends enjoying the euphoria of a lazy sun that refused to set on their jubilee. teens rushed to the bazaar, pockets jingling with their allowance and families were gathering to venture off to the sandy paradise that honed the pure essence of summer. the cool water, the sand, the festivities. i mean, who didn’t love the beach?

law.

law didn’t love the beach.

he hated it actually. it was hot and muggy; there was sand everywhere; there were people everywhere, loud people, blasting their music and laughing and screaming; warm food and drinks that were supposed to be cold. it was law‘s personal overstimulation hell. and plus he couldn’t even swim, not that he wanted to anyway, but if he couldn’t then what was the point?

and so the moody teen sat under the shadiest tree in protest of the whole situation, hood thrown over his head and pulled tight, goddamn the weather.

“law, baby, are you sure you don’t want to swim? we've got floaties!” sunny chimed sporting their heart spotted pin-up style bikini, excitedly holding the extra arm floaties and pool floats in a desperate attempt to coax their brooding son.

rosinante pulled his best vanna white, modeling his beach outfit. bright pink floaties fitted on his arms and legs to match his white swim trunks dotted with red hearts similar to his wife. the opaque white sunscreen on his nose was tinted blue from the goggles that covered the upper half of his face. he boasted the best smile that he could given the snorkel in his mouth, no eyes, lots of teeth, and a peace sign.

“no,” law snipped, “it looks stupid. i’m not going.”

‘a floatie? a floatie??’ he griped to himself. he didn’t need a floatie. he wasn’t five. sunny had embarrassed the poor boy when they lathered sunscreen on his body to protect his scars from burning and now they wanted him to wear floaties???

sensing that there was no winning this battle, sunny admitted defeat with a heavy sigh.

“well, if you change your mind you know where to find us. there’s food in the cooler if you get hungry. try to have some fun, okay? and keep an eye on your sister.” they cooed, ruffling what would’ve been law’s hair if he wasn’t so bundled up. they then retreated to the water, dragging along their husband and his briefly deflated morale.

“do i really look stupid?” he whispered, now just out of earshot.

“don’t listen to him, sweetheart, you look great,” they consoled, rubbing his back.

law continued to brood under the summer heat, busying himself by rereading his favorite volumes of the sora comics finding comfort in the familiarity.

he was gnawing on his hoodie string, eagerly (but not too eagerly as to not properly appreciate the art) flipping through the pages watching the warrior of the sea fight his sworn enemy, stealth black, when he was interrupted by a tiny finger tapping on his shoulder.

already aware of the identity of the intruder, he let out a deep sigh without looking up from his book.

“what do you want?”

“law, can you come build a sandcastle with me?” marisol asked, gently gripping onto his hoodie.

“no,” he responded, trying his best to ignore the little angel.

“please?” she whined, shaking her brother in an attempt to gain his attention.

law set down his book with an irritated huff, prepared to flash her an icy scowl only to be met with a pout and the glassiest of puppy dog eyes peeking through fluffy pink locs.

they engaged in a brief stare down, neither of them willing to concede. as marisol's eyes twinkled, law’s eyes darkened, but the younger girl's warm and honied gaze was quickly melting away law’s cold stare. as soon as her bottom lip began to wobble he cracked, rolling his eyes and slamming his book shut. how could he say no to that? it was rare that he ever did.

taking his sister's hand, he ushered her further along the beach to find a nice foundation for their sandcastle as she laughed cheerfully, enjoying getting her way once again.

once settled in the perfect spot they began gathering their materials making sure not to stray too far from home base. law used his devil fruit to “room” some wet sand from the shore while marisol collected the seashells, sticks, and other miscellaneous materials for decoration and structure.

before long they had a decent size pile of materials and began working on their sand castle.

initially, law hadn’t planned on helping much but he found himself becoming very involved in building the castle with his sister even going as far as giving input on the design.

together they mixed the wet and dry sand to ensure the sand sticks to itself without falling apart, before packing it down to form the base layer. law supervised marisol as she scooped the mixture into her pale, reminding her to pack it down as she filled it.

confident that the first tower will turn out well, marisol flipped the bucket onto the base and lifted it to reveal…

a mess.

she didn’t understand. was the sand too dry? did she not press hard enough? she was sure that she did.

“law, it’s not working,” she whined, crossing her arms over her chest.

“maybe you should try again,” he advised absentmindedly, as he was too focused on his own task at hand.

while his sister was building her castle, he had been searching for sand crabs, ”room”-ing away chunks of sand to reveal the panicked crustaceans. he was sort of amused by the way they scurried away from him, burying themselves deeper into the sand. he smiled briefly to himself before placing the sand back where he found it.

it was then that he got an idea. he turned to his sister with his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“marisol, you wanna do something fun?”

meanwhile, sunny and rosinante were enjoying their time in the ocean. sunny was waist high in the salty water holding their husband’s legs while he laid over his float to peer under the water with his snorkel. they had spent the afternoon looking for seashells and other marine life together.

so far they had found a small pile of iridescent shells and sea glass to clean up and take home. they were absolutely gorgeous and would be perfect to do some crafting with. they even saw a few crustaceans and small fish.

as they laughed and celebrated with rosi over their new finds, sunny’s eyes swept the shore to check on their kids but as they darted across the sand law and marisol were nowhere in sight.

they began to panic, heartbeat pounding and breath quicken to a dizzying pace. did they get lost? could they have fallen in the water??? what if they’d been kidnapped???

“rosi…” they called, tapping on his leg. “rosi, sweetheart.”

he popped up from the water and removed his snorkel.

“yes, what’s the matter, dear?”

“where are the kids?” they asked, already beginning to hyperventilate.

“the kids? well, they should be right…” he started, glancing towards their spot only to find it empty.

“WHERE ARE THE KIDS???”

together they rushed out of the water as fast as they can, water sloshing around with every step. sunny tried their best to drag along the raft without tipping over rosinante as he paddled doggy style with his hands.

they made it to the shore, now full blown sprinting around calling for their kids.

“LAW!” rosinante called.

“MARISOL!” sunny shrieked.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” they yelled in unison.

the world seemed to be spinning around them as they desperately called for their kids, nearing closer to the empty towels laid out as their home base.

“marisol, now!” law called.

law and marisol, hiding behind two nearby bushes, pulled a string fishing line taught, tripping the two clumsy parents who fell into towels that camouflaged two shallow holes that were dug in the sand. law quickly jumped from his post raising a hand to conjure a “room” transporting two piles of sand coming from the beach and onto sunny and rosinante.

the sand clouds wafted through the air sending sunny in rosi in a coughing fit, closing their eyes and shaking their heads in an attempt to escape it.

law and marisol took their place and top of their sand thrones triumphantly beaming with the adrenaline of their success.

“w-w-wha?” rosi and sunny stammered trying to find words through the mix of emotions they just experienced, unsure of whether to reprimand their mischievous children or be glad the two were working together.

“we got you, daddy!” marisol giggled, smiling down at her father with cheeks so high her eyes were barely visible.

“alright, don’t forget to pat it down just like i showed you,” law advised, arms crossed and a small smirk bending the corner of his lip as he took his place on top of sunny.

he took a moment to gaze across the beach as the sun began to dip further in the sky, casting golden hues along the view. the wind tousled his hair now that he’d finally removed his hood. he felt content.

“you know, sunny, i think the beach is finally growing on me.”

#super server summer exchange

[hispipsqueak]

Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 19

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The atmosphere changed in a snap. Everyone had felt it, except Peter.

Peter's early arrival had you all floored, especially you and Bucky. Oblivious to Peter, you were both dumbfounded, like deer caught in headlights. But this wasn't the best time to process what was going to happen next. You had to think off your feet. Yoy had to show Peter that there was no more than surprise in your faces.

Peter was finally here. That's what matters right now.

The instrumentals of Hungry Eyes kept playing in the background. Bucky's microphone created a feedback sound once he let it rest on his sides, making you all wince. Peter ditched his bags (which magically doubled), and strode towards you, engulfing you in a hug. Although he reeked of damp, mossy grass, and wood, you hugged him back.

"I got in early! How great is that?" He greeted you with enthusiasm laced in his voice. "Oh god, I've missed you, y/n!" He said into your ear.

The rest of the group, laid back on their comfortable seats, watched the whole thing unfold in front of their very eyes. You’d definitely pay to see Nat's look on her face right now.

"Yeah, you did!" you patted his back before pulling away, giving him the best smile you could do. "I've missed you, too. Welcome back, Parker. It's been quite a damn week without you."

Bucky was solid as a rock before Peter moved towards his spot (Bucky gave me a quick glance and a wry smile which you then returned; afterwards, you bit your lip looking at the exchange between the two) and hugged him tight as they exchanged their formalities. "It's nice to have you back, Peter."

"It is nice to be back." Peter replied, pulling away. "Whew, that one week went by real slow, huh? Feels like ages!"

"Yeah." Bucky glanced at you one more time. This time, it was longer. "No kidding."

"Alright everyone, it's nice to see you all together."

The group mumbled agreeably.

"Sam," Peter acknowledged, doing his signature finger gun pointed towards him, "I don't even know why you're here but I will as soon as I take a quick shower right upstairs and get these bags sorted out."

"You might want to take a long one there, buddy." Sam breathed out, fanning the air. "You smell like a caveman."

"Sam." You scolded, shaking your head.

"Yes, babydoll?" He jeered, which you and Bucky didn't like.

Most especially Bucky.

And Peter as well.

You gave Sam a look, hidden from Peter's view, of course, careful not to raise any kind of suspicion. But boy, was Sam giving you and Bucky a hard time. The group knew why he called you that, of course. But not Peter.

"Babydoll?" Peter repeated, a confused expression crossing his face as he turned towards you. "Why is he calling you that ridiculous nickname?"

Peter had always hated when men called you, as he put it, "ridiculous" nickname. You knew if he could punch them all, he would but because of Steve's number one rule (no fighting in the bar), he couldn't. It all started ever since you worked in the bar. You weren’t getting much attention when you were a waitress but you guess, when men see a woman behind the counter making their drinks, apparently, they think you’re easy, and naive, and would fall for their "charm" by calling you nicknames. One minute you’re "darling", the next you’re "doll" or "baby" or, the worst of them all, "mon chéri."

God, did men really think women would be turned on by a French nickname with a horrendous French accent? Perhaps, the idiots do.

You suddenly wondered if Peter felt the same.

"He's just kidding." You mumbled, taking him away from the group. "You know how Sam is."

You started to lead him further towards the door where his bags were.

"I know how he is, y/n." He grew more agitated now, triggered by what Sam had called you. "I've known him longer than you. Okay, what on earth is going on here?" Peter turned around once more, facing them all. His hands were all over the place. Exaggerated gestures that furthered his confused state. "What happened in that one week I was gone? Jeez."

"Hey." You made Peter focus his attention back towards you by grabbing him by the shoulders. By this time, the instrumentals on the karaoke machine were gone. "We get that you're really confused right now and you're tired so why don't you go and take a shower. The night is still young, Parker. I promise we'll tell you everything the second you come back here."

Of course, not everything.

The dead air whistled around, which you hated. He glanced at the group, who was waiting for a response. Their eyes were all on you and Peter. He finally let out a sigh, his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, it's just been kind of a long drive."

With that, Peter scurried towards the apartment to set down his bags and take a shower. He left a trace of awkwardness in the air once he left.

"Is it just me," Nat started as you walked towards the booth, "or did he grow taller? Did he go to, like, a magic place or something?" Everyone looked at her with knitted brows. "Jesus, I'm just lightening up the mood." She said, hands raised up.

You strode towards Sam, a rush of heat climbing its way towards your face. "Seriously? You had to call me that?"

Sam chuckled nervously, eyes flickering between you and his best friend. "I-it was just a joke! I didn't know he'd take it seriously. And helloooo," he said in a singsong voice, dragging the o, "I'm drunk."

"Being drunk isn't an excuse. It should never be." Bucky said, leaning against the booth. He stood with much authority which you found enticing. But you digressed. "You still shouldn't have said it."

"And besides," you chimed in, "Parker hates it when people give me nicknames."

"Alright. I am sorry." He said. His eyes examined you and Bucky. "But how do you think he's going to react when he finds out his favorite person in the world is calling his best friend babydoll in bed?"

You were dumbstruck. Like it was some kind of question in a trivia game you didn't know the answer to. You couldn't think straight hearing the fries grinding in Nat's teeth, probably enjoying the drama unfolding in front of her eyes, Steve's fingers tapping on the wooden table and Nick's fast breathing.

You took a deep breath, and tried hard to ignore all these annoying sounds.

Sam was right. If Peter's reaction to the nickname was already bad, what more if he knew about the truth between you and Bucky? How could he possibly react to it?

"Look." You said, approaching Bucky, and grabbing his pinky with yours. For comfort. "We're still not ready to tell him but we will."

"Yes, soon." Bucky agreed.

"We're just finding the right time."

The truth was, you weren't any close to finding the "the right time." You had been racking our brains since last night on when to tell him. After setting on the when, then you’d move to the next phase of the plan which was how. Now that Peter had come back, you knew you needed to think and act fast before he found out about you and Bucky from other people.

"In the meantime," you said, grabbing your phone and finding Marco's name on my contact list, "let's just enjoy this party as it is. Steve threw this party for a reason and we are going to enjoy it. With or without Peter. No blabbing or hinting — yes I'm talking about you, Sam — about me and Bucky. No nicknames, no references. Nothing."

"You're asking all of us to keep your dirty little secret?" Nick asked. "While we're all drunk?"

"You and Sam are." Bucky chimed in, grabbing their beer bottles. "Steve and Nat aren't so I'm keeping a close eye on you two." He turned towards you, faces close in proximity, and gave you the bottles to stow away. "No more drinks for those two idiots."

Youbnodded and took the beers away from Sam and Nick which earned yoy a couple glares. Nick pouted afterwards like a baby, eyeing the beer bottles in your hand. "No, Nick. I'm cutting you off."

"Take his, not mine!" Nick whined, tilting his head towards Sam. "I didn't blab. This idiot did."

"I don't like your tone, man." Sam argued, mimicking Nick's state.

"One more drink and you'll blab. And please stop acting like kids." you sighed, walking towards the counter, stowing the beer bottles in their cases. Ypunlooked on your phone once again, called Marco and ordered three large pizza boxes — pepperoni, meat, and cheese pizza. All of Peter's favorites.

By the time the phone call ended, Bucky approached you with soft, doe-like eyes. The group resumed singing, Sam and Nick once again hogging the machine, clearly not taking your advice. Sam kept yelling at him to "cut the check!"

"How're you feeling, doll?" He asked, going under the pass through.

"Well, it's now a surprise party." You heaved a sigh, turning around to find a drink with much more of a kick to get you through the night. Your eyes found an unopened bottle of vodka in one of the cabinets. You didn't hesitate to grab it, along with a dry vermouth and some olives.

Bucky's eyes were on you the whole time, watching you making yourself a mean martini. Ypundidn't care if Steve saw you just now. Right now, you needed this. Just one glass to calm your nerves.

Younstirred the liquid with the olives in a stick before downing the whole thing in one gulp.

"As hot as that was," Bucky said, referring to how you drank the martini and how younmade it, "that's your last drink for the night. I'm not letting you get drunk for the wrong reasons. Once was enough."

You set down the glass on the counter with a thud. You lifted your hazel eyes to meet his blue ones. "You're paying for this, by the way."

He chuckled. "I know. I'll take care of it."

You looked cautiously at the door, dreading Peter. Knowing he won't probably be here for another hour, you approached Bucky, discreetly grabbing his hand. It took you a moment to put your thoughts into words.

"James, if we tell Peter, we need to be... sure. Of this. Of us." youbwatched your fingers brush against him on the wooden table.

"We've talked about this, y/n. I am." He reassured, walking closer this time. "It's a big risk but it's one I'm willing to take."

The idea of you jumping into this together, jumping into it with caution gave you a big relief. But right now, it wasn't just an idea anymore. It was real.

It was real in the way he snaked his arm around your waist, in the way he pulled you into a soft, deep kiss, and in the way his lips lingered on your lips. You pulled away, your bodies still close. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Never mind the loud karaoke machine, or the faint noises of the traffic outside, or Sam's out of tune rhythm.

It was just the two of you. In your own little afterglow.

"You're a big risk I'm willing to take." He whispered the words so slow that they swirled around you, pulling you even closer.

"And you're mine too." you smiled.

Several minutes have passed since your little conversation. Nat had teased you and Bucky of being whipped for each other. Of course Sam joined, and then Nick who chanted a little song he made, which, for the life of you, you couldn't even remember. The rest didn’t understand a word he was singing other than the words "Bucky" and "y/n."

Steve, on the other hand, had been silently drinking his beer and eating the whole time. You once gave him an are-you-okay look and he just nodded in response, giving you that classic tight-lipped smile of his.

Bucky was seated beside you, your thighs grazing each other in the little booth. Even accidental touches brought you comfort.

And isn't that just the best damn thing?

Peter had come in after the little performance Nick just gave, thankful that he didn't walk right in the middle of it. Behind him was a staff of Marco's who delivered the pizza boxes. Everyone hurrah'd. You grabbed your wallet from your back pocket but Steve stopped you, handing some bills to the guy.

"Steve, I could've gotten it." You said after the pizza guy left.

He shook his head, setting down his beer on the table. "It's your party, kid. I'm not letting you pay a single cent."

Nat scoffed. "She made herself a drink just earlier. You should charge her for that."

"Woah, y/n drank? That's new." Peter chimed in, squeezing himself in the booth, sitting at the edge. Between you were Sam and Nick. "What else did I miss?"

And so, you told him everything — well, not everything. Only from when Steve fired you (him lying about how why he even came up with it which Peter bought), to Bucky convincing you to take the project collaboration with Sam, to finally agreeing to it, to the whole meeting that happened just three days prior, and to how you’ll proceed from there. Youndidn't know if Nat and Steve wanted to reveal their little thing to Peter so you kept your mouth shut. Not wanting to do to them what you didn't want done to you and Bucky.

"My god," Peter commented, "that really was a long week! I'm quite disappointed I missed all of that!"

Oh, Parker. If only you knew the whole truth.

In return, he gave the gist of the whole corporate retreat. He finally told you where he and the rest of his team went but it was some place you couldn't even pronounce. Some cabin by the lake far away from Manhattan. He didn't bore you too much with the details. All you knew was that they went fishing, hiking and camping in the wild while team building. Along with the stories were photos of him and the place they were staying.

You frowned thinking it would've been fun if he were with friends. Like you guys.

The whole time, Bucky held your hand under the table or rubbed your thighs discreetly so as to not draw much attention.

Nat was an exception. That redhead saw everything, smirking once in a while. You gave her a discreet look from time to time.

Peter congratulated you, toasting his pizza with yours. Thankfully, he didn't need to drink tonight ("No drinks for me tonight or for the next few days").

"Wow, you really came out there like a new man!" you chuckled. He laughed right back but for just a mere moment. His expression changed while taking a bite of his pizza. You began to be nervous as to why this kept happening. Younneeded to go to the toilet.

Getting out of the booth was a chore. Nat, Steve and Bucky had to get up before you could even stand up. Youndidn't get why you didn't just stick the little tables together to make a long one.

You were in the toilet for a little while, leaking everything that youndrank tonight. Your head felt a bit dizzy but younmanaged to stand up afterwards. The voices of your friends were inaudible against the wooden walls. Except Nick's booming laugh.

Once you opened the door, you were greeted by Steve who was standing still, waiting for the toilet to become unoccupied.

"Sorry." you apologized. "Was I too long?"

"No." He replied shortly. You tried to walk past him but he caught your arm. Younlooked at his hand, confused. "Are you sure about this Bucky guy?"

"What?"

"This whole thing with Bucky. You can't actually be serious about this."

Taken aback, you wiggled out of his grasp, successfully yanking your arm out. "And who are you to tell me that?"

"You just met this guy." He answered. You still felt his grip on your arm by his stern tone.

"Weren't you the one who kicked me out of this very bar just for me to go to the roof to meet with this guy that I just met?"

"I thought you would've ended whatever thing you had going with him."

You scoffed. "You're not my father, Steve. I know you have this weird father or brother thing you have with me but I'm an adult. I can take care of my damn self."

"What about that night you were insanely drunk?"

"That... that was a one-time thing. A mistake is what it is!" younhissed. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Y/n, listen — "

"No." you cut him off. "You listen. Just because you and Nat haven't figured out whatever the hell is going on with you two, doesn't mean you can shit on my relationship. Before you comment on my dating life, I suggest you fix yours first. I'm happy. Bucky's happy. We're both happy. Please mind your own business."

Before you could even go back to the group, Steve called your name. Youngroaned, turning around. "What now?"

He sighed. "You're really going at great lengths for Bucky. Keeping secrets from Parker and all that. Is it really worth it?"

You stood there. Silent. Trying to find your voice.

"Well, I'm about to find out." You replied, turning around, hopefully for the last time. "Later, Steve."

You went back to the group and continued to chat with them. Steve got back after a few moments. His streak of silence was broken when Nat revealed something none of you had ever known before.

"Did you guys know that Steve was a journalist before he became a bar owner?" Nat said, looking at Steve.

You raised your eyebrows, the pizza caught in mid-air. A curiosity sparke, pleased with the new information you had just acquired.

"Steve Rogers? A journalist?" Peter scoffed unbelievably, leaning back against the seat. "No way. No, I don't buy it."

"Me neither." Nick butted in. "He doesn't look like the type. Nuh-uh."

"It's true!" Nat argued. "Tell them, Steve. Come on!"

Steve forced a chuckle, avoiding all your waiting gazes. "Yeah, it's true. I was. I used to work for the New York magazine."

"Why'd you stop?" Bucky's voice surprised you. It was the first time you’ve actually heard him talk to Steve first, except that time when you first introduced them.

Steve's eyes met Bucky's. A strange atmosphere picked up. You couldn't quite point out why. "I was sticking my nose up where it didn't belong." He replied. "I got fired because of that. Boss said I was too... intuitive."

"Isn't that what journalists should be exactly?" You asked.

"Too much of something is bad too, I guess." He shrugged, retreating back his eyes.

"Huh." You said, observing Steve. Eyes stolid. Bearing no emotions at all. "Well, look who's good at keeping secrets. Steve Rogers."

He hummed. "We all got secrets."

And then Nick revealed a ridiculous secret ("I hate the bank! I don't have a bank account!") that lightened up the mood.

The night went on after that, Steve avoiding any questions you had about this past life of his. Nick had the most ridiculous questions followed by Peter. But the night had to end as well. Thankfully, it ended sober.

Leaving Steve, Nat and Nick behind, Bucky, you and Peter headed up the stairs, the elevator ride filled with deafening silence. One you very much loathed. Between Bucky and you was Peter. It was killing you not to touch Bucky.

Bucky left, merely dropping you off in your apartment. He told you he'd come by tomorrow morning to get his stuff that was still in Peter's room.

It killed you not being able to kiss Bucky good night, watching his back getting smaller and disappearing behind the elevator. Peter closed the door after that.

"Boy, I'm tired." You yawned, stretching your arms up. "I'm gonna go ahead. It's nice to have you back, Parker."

Before you could even go to your room and have a nice sleep, Peter called for your name. You lazily replied.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you do it, y/n?"

Confused, you turned around, meeting his gaze. "What?"

"The project with Sam." He said, walking towards you. His footsteps were heavy in each step. As heavy as his voice was becoming. "Bucky convinced you. Why'd you say yes?"

Trepidation filled your body. A kind of weakness you loathed. But you tried hard to stand on your ground, masking your anxiousness.

The noises outside the apartment, out on the streets mirrored the voices in your head.

"It was a big business opportunity." you found your voice. "A collaboration. And I didn't have much choice knowing that I was going to get fired."

But it seemed like Peter chose not to listen. "For years, I have been trying to get you to work with me. Years, y/n. Years." He sighed in exasperation. His eyes were bloodshot, tears badly wanting to escape. "Why couldn't you have said yes to me?"

His last words were so strong and sharp like a knife piercing right through your flesh, leaving you to bleed out in the open. You opened your mouth to speak, to say something, to say that you were sorry but unfortunately, no words came out. Peter breathed, releasing his strong gaze. "Good night, y/n."

He left you standing there in the middle of the room, realizing now that it would be harder to tell him about you and Bucky. Once you finally had the energy to carry your weight towards your room, you treaded towards it slowly and opened the door, only to be met by a soft knock on your window.

You nearly jumped at the sight outside the window.

"Jesus, Bucky!" you hissed, immediately closing the door behind. You opened the window and let him inside, closing it afterwards. "How did you get there?"

He was panting, trying to catch his breath. "Fire escape."

"It's freezing cold outside." you scolded, grabbing him your blanket and wrapping it around his huge figure.

"I know." he replied. "Maybe you can warm me up." A cheeky smile started to play on his lips as he approached you.

You giggled. "Bucky, not now."

"I'm sorry, doll. I just couldn't leave without a good night kiss."

My heart melted at his words. You placed your hand on his jaw and pecked his lips. He pulled you in closer. You smiled in the kiss.

"Neither can I."

You kissed a little bit more, a bit more passion this time, the window framing you perfectly in the nighttime.

You pulled away, feeling a bit guilty about Peter in his room.

"We need to talk, James." You said, breaking what was a lovely atmosphere. You’ve already had two confrontations today. What was another one?

You sat on the bed and patted the space beside you. Bucky frowned, sitting beside you. "What's wrong?"

"Peter's kind of upset with me accepting your offer to work with Sam." you went straight to the point. "He's been trying to get me to work with him in his company he works at ever since he got the job but I've always declined. And now, I think he's mad or even jealous that I said yes to you. God, you should've seen him, Buck. His eyes were so wide, and red. I've never seen him like that. It didn't look like Peter at all."

It took him quite a while before he spoke. "Do you regret taking up the offer?"

"What, heavens no!" You answered. "Bucky, this has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. You're one of them too, of course." You said, seeing his doe-like eyes once more. "I'm just getting a bit more scared now. What if there is no right time for us to tell him? What then?"

He clasped your hands with his large ones, making you stop your trembling. You didn't even notice your hands shaking until now. "There will be a right time, y/n. Right now, we just have to keep this our little secret for a while until we can tell him."

"What happens when he doesn't approve of this?" You started to ramble on once more. "Of us? What happens then?"

"Sweetheart, you don't know what's going to happen but we'll make it work."

You didn't respond. You just kept staring at your joined hands.

"I promise." He added.

You finally nodded, releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Okay."

"Now, if it's okay with you." He moved a little bit closer, kissing your cheek. "I can spend the night here." Another on the other. "With you." then on your lips.

"Peter's in the other room." you whispered in the kiss, amazed at how the mood changed so quickly.

"That's why I'm gonna need you to be quiet, babydoll."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky fan fiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes story #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #james buchanan barnes #tY 4 ALL D SUPPORT ILY ALL

[sansxfuckyou]

First night

A few weeks have passed since the first night in the bus, we've fixed up Hot Daniel, the bullet holes where a pain to deal with and the engine had one or two more problems than Dash had found, but we got Hot Daniel fixed up in little time and even had enough extra time to give him a fresh coat of paint and some hotrod flames.

"We need to get a few things cleared up before we get settled." Valerie said from the front of the bus, everyone sitting wherever they wanted.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"First of all-"

"The guys will do the work while you ladies get settled and check out the house." Dash claimed cutting off Valerie.

"I would die before I let you work the soils without my help." I said overriding Dashes statement.

"Like you know any better." Dash countered with.

"Unlike some of us, I actually know how to treat plants and reap results that one could make money off of." I snapped at him.

"Guys! Calm the fuck down!" Valerie shouted at us, shutting everyone up.

"Look, because I have the best planning skills, I can figure this out." Tucker said boldly.

"You couldn't even plan breakfast." I countered with under my breath.

"Then you make a plan." Tucker said in return, didn't think I would get this far.

"Dash can search for any stray livestock, chickens, horses, goats, cows and ducks." I said, Dash nodding in agreement.

"Ok, I can do that." Dash said before cooling his proverbial jets.

"Tucker your checking to see if the farmhouse still has working eletricity and rudimentary heating, if not, find the problem then try and fix the problem." I instructed tucker pulling up something on his PDA.

"Alright, I can look through my diagrams for old houses electrical and heating systems." Tucker said before pulling out his stylus and tapping away.

"Paulina, your in charge of checking out the opposing farms, theirs bound to be at least one." I told Paulina.

"I'm sure my charm can get a few of tricks of the trade from any competition." Paulina said with a foxy smirk, she was really good at that.

"Val, your in charge of working on any machinery on sight that you can find to see if the gadgets still work, and if not trying to fix them." I instructed.

"Sounds like a plan." Valerie said her eyes still locked onto the dirt road she was coasting across, kicking up clouds of dust.

"And Danny, yeah I guess you can help me tend to the fields." I said looking across the bus at Danny, a packet of seeds in his hand, tobacco seeds and tomato seeds.

"Nice, do you still have your powers from undergrowth?" Danny asked.

"Yes, and incase your wondering I can bring a tree to full maturity in the span of an hour, so a field of tomatoes would only take me day to bring to maturity." I explained, a small smirk playing at my lips.

"Can you crossbreed plants?" Paulina asked, why did we agree on trying to crossbreed plants again? Who knows maybe this plant will cross and stay useable.

"Yes I can crossbreed plants, but whether or not Tomacco will work is up for debate." I said, I told them not to get their hopes up, but now I see their hopes are already sky high.

"If Tomacco works we'll hit the jackpot, I mean, vegetables and weed at once is only heard of in cartoons." Tucker said as he shut down his PDA, a layout most likely engrained in his memory.

"Yeah, that's the idea." I said before I was thrown from my seat as the bus came to a sudden stop.

"Looks like our rival is just across the road." Val growled out, looking at the corn stand on the side of the road, someone manning the wooden stand with determination, a farm and fields of corn behind the stand.

"Is that Wes?" Dash asked as he looked out on of his windows before Val backed into the fields and cranked open the door everyone spilling out of the bus and rushing over to the stand on the other side of the road, Danny managing to make his way across the road before me.

"Wes!" Danny called out as I caught up to him.

"Hey, Danny, you and your stupid gang also came along to try and counter the farm me and your sisters managed to manifest over the last few years?" Wes asked cockily as I pulled out a small amount of cash before slapping down the grease.

"One cob, let's see if your can even do your job right." I countered, being handed a cob which I took a chunk out of, flavors balanced and sweet like the corn should be.

"Shut the fuck up, we both know Ellie will crumble and give us her tricks of the trade in no time flat." Danny said cockily before turning around and walking back leaving Wes smirking, the rest of the gang having dispersed to do their tasks.

"Don't think we won't beat your ass in this farming game." I warned giving Wes a stare that could make Satan shit himself.

"If you say so, have fun." Wes said in a cocky manner as I walked back and grabbed three tools and a pack of seeds before digging up some ground and dropping in a seed, I spat in the hole before crouching down pressing palms flat against the ground the plant growing to full maturity in seconds, I grabbed one tomato and tossed the fruit at Wes, hitting his stand with precision.

Maybe farm life won't be boring.

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #paulina sanchez #valerie gray #dash baxter #drabble #writing #phanfic #phanfiction #tw tobacco #tw swearing #tw weed #jazz fenton #danielle fenton #dani fenton

[katsukikitten]

Warning : 18 plus AU, adult themes, collage au

Part one Part two

"Mina, I really don't see why I have to wear this Bikini, I prefer a cutout  one piece." You say sipping your iced coffee as Mina packs her beach bag with sponges, rags, and tons of bottled water. You wait impatiently by the door of your shared, temporary dorm. 

"Becauuuusssse, I already told you! That Instagram post I made of all of us blew up, even with my large following. Remember how many people we brought in last time?"

"Yes, we made 45% more profit…" You bite at the inside of your lip as you think, adjusting your white t-shirt so it sat nicely above the black bikini bottoms. You weren't one to argue with numbers.

"Well now with the combined efforts with the shirtless boys we can actually use that allowance you got us for unlimited kegs." 

"No, Mina new windows and installation. They said the house was hot, which means winter will be brutal." You roll your eyes, "Unless you want to freeze this winter, personally I have no problem with freezing." 

She giggles at your joke, pulling you along as if you were the reason for being late instead of her. Mina spies Uraraka and Jiro waving them towards the two of you before she whispers softly to you.  

"Just, try to have fun today no matter what." 

You wondered if that was an omen, a jinx or if she already knew what lied ahead. Either way you would not being having too much fun. 

The four of you arrive just before the first customer's begin to line up and already you want to organize. Counting the heads until you see a certain ash blonde causing your normally cold blood to run hot. Too hot. 

"Mina?" Your voice dips low, as ice dances in the air around you, "What is he doing here?" 

"Who?" She plays dumb as the other two women greet the group of men. Harsh garnet cut to you as you steel your glare. 

"Oi, Icy Brat. What are you fucking doing here?" His voice grates your nerves and for a moment you see red. Thinking of freezing him and going about your day. Instead you choose to give him the cold shoulder, averting your gaze. 

"We're doing pairs for washing today. I'm glad you could make it" Kirishima beams, coming in for a hug, you take a step back offering him a polite smile. His smile doesn't lose an ounce of shine, it makes you respect him a bit more. 

"I'll handle the cash and direct cars then." You say pointing to the box, ready to grab the fanny pack and head to the street. Denki grabs onto you gently, releasing you as if you were hot to the touch.  

"No it has to be a boy girl ratio. I promise the outcome will be worth it, please!" This won't be the first or last time both Denki and Mina beg for your help. You look around at what must be their subconscious pairings. Jiro calls Denki over as the first car pulls up, Kirishima seems to wait patiently, his eyes lingering on bubble gum pink skin, while Sero is already guiding cars with Uraraka in tow. 

That leaves you and Bakugou who has his arms crossed, sneering at the customers. 

Your hope dwindles that today would be a good day.

Sero points to a blue car indicating that this was going to be yours to share with the hot head. Sighing you waltz over in your black wedge heels and begin your work. Bakugou looms over the wet car, sponge in hand. The two of you work in silence until the third car, a red coupe with a couple inside about to receive the show of their bi lives. 

They comment on the tension they feel between the two of you right away, they notice the glares and lack of communication. Even making small jokes about how funny it would be to see one of those cliche water fights between the two of you. 

"Icebrat, you're doing it fuckin wrong." Bakuogu barks, you ignore him, continuing to wash the car. Anger burns in his chest, never understanding why you acted so high and mighty. 

"Gonna give me the cold shoulder are ya?" He growls, eyeing the dirty water before a thought crosses his mind, "Love to see you ignore this."

His voice is sadistic before he throws the dirty water across the car onto your frame, suds and water cling to your white t, showcasing the black bikini top underneath. Your temper spikes enough that your shirt collects frost at the seams before you slowly remove it. Glaring at the hot head when you're done.  

"Fuck." The couple say aloud grabbing onto each other as they watch the scene unfold. Your powerful frame guiding you with a deadly clack of your heels. Your hands find the bucket of water Mina and Kirishima were using, your fingers tap the bucket and the water forms a film of ice at the top. Meanwhile Bakugou goes to "correct" whatever mistake you were making. The couple's eyes watch the unsuspecting Bakugou reach up their hood to clean a particular spot before water is dumped over his spiky blonde hair. 

You tap the back of his shirt making it stiff with frost, when he moves to face you it shatters away from his body. Revealing the sculpted plans of his abs and the scars of untold stories. 

If it weren't for all of that ice water Bakugou would have blown you sky high, he comes close to you. Huffing as his eyes become wild and wide. All you offer him is a deadly polite smile as you stare him in the face, unbothered and unphased by his towering presence. 

"What? I was only getting the spot you missed." When he says nothing you allow yourself to relish the silence, placing your hand on his shoulder capping it in obvious ice. 

"Are you giving me the cold shoulder now?" The question is nonchalant before you signal to Sero for another car as you walk to get more supplies. Sero whistles at a bristling Bakugou before leaning into the driver's side window to give directions. Before he can ask for a tip the driver is offering a twenty dollar bill while his eyes are flickering between yourself and Bakugou. 

"Mark us down as a regular." He sighs as his girlfriend does too.  Sero happily tucks the money into the fanny pack.

"Will do." 

Somehow the two of you manage quips and water pranks back and forth without killing each other. Making it through the long day but earning a high amount of tips. Mina clings to you as you count cash, sweat on her brow as the sun settles into an unbearable afternoon heat. 

"Uuugghhh how much longer mom?" She asks, sighing at your icy touch. You roll your eyes as you count the last stack. 

"Not too much hush." You place the money into the lock box, wondering how the hell the eight of you made so much money in just seven hours. 

"But I'm starving! Plus we still have to pick our rooms!" 

"You're that excited to move all of our items into what was a male dominated space?" You ask coolly as Jiro and Uraraka lean against the collapsible table. 

"I'm stoked." Jiro comments, her earjacks twirling themself as her eyes wander.

"It will be nice to be settled before the fall term." Uraraka sighs looking down at her phone, idly scrolling through her socials. The two women nod as the guys approach. You purposely ignore the hot head and allow your eyes to meet Denki's, although it takes him a few long seconds to meet your gaze. He was a little preoccupied with a black and white checkered bikini with matching Van's. 

"Earth to space cadet." Sero nudges his ribs subtly pointing to you as you gaze at him as a teacher would a student caught daydreaming. He clears his throat. 

"Well it seems your theory has paid off. We've made quite a bit of cash today." You lock the box before standing, reluctantly adding, "The pairing of female and male will be standard from here on out. Although we should only need a few more fundraising events depending on what the house needs. Which I trust won't be too much."

Three of the four boys shared a concerned look while the fourth knows how bitter your words were going to taste.

"We'll meet you at the house." 

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The four of you cannot deny the excitement you feel as yall walk up to the historical home. The upper balcony seems to wrap around the back but only partially in the front while the porch below stretches across the front of the home. The siding had been repainted and the banisters above and below are wrapped in what will be sparkling lights at night. A stately set of double doors catch your eye before they yawn open by the hands of Denki Kaminari who is trying not to visibly sweat. 

"Home sweet home!" Denki steps aside to let the four of you in with your belongings. Your eyes dissect the place as you press your tongue into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep your cool. This place needed a lot of what you deemed necessities. You notice the familiar dining room table as the foldable card table they had at the carwash surrounded by the cheap camping chairs you thought you had replaced. 

The only decent looking room was the living room and even then it was only thanks to you. The leather arm chairs were placed haphazardly around the new sectional you had delivered as it circled around the TV you demanded from the dean.

Denki watches your manicured nails rap against your skin as you think.  

"The window installation and insulation went smoothly?" 

"Yes." Sero answers as your eyes wander around the room landing on your mattress and platform bed frame resting against the wall in the nook by the study turned bedroom. 

"We didn't know where to put it since the bedrooms aren't sorted out for you lovely ladies just yet." Kirishima smiles but your mind isn't on why it is there. No, your mind is wondering why there is only one.

"Was I the only one to order my mattress?" You look towards your sorority who holds a guilty look before you glance at the three men who mirror the women. 

"Well I guess that is for the better. We can spend extra on them now anyway." 

"Are you sure? I thought the budget was tight." Denki asks, earning a rare boasting smile from you. You make your way into the kitchen and six ducklings follow. Your nail taps the stainless steel of a high end commercial fridge. 

"It was tight before but not after I got this." Smile remaining on your lips as you speak, "It was 3,000 off due to some cosmetic dents but I got it as a donation. An alumni donation." 

"Wow for free?!" Denki and Sero ask in unison, amazed by your skill. 

"For free boys." 

"Wow, Bakugou might love that fridge even more now. Every time he cooks he mentions how great it is." Kirishama laughs but a certain name causes you to freeze to the tiled floor. 

"Bakugou…" You turn to Mina with a deadly glare as ice crystals form in your hair, "As in Bakugou lives here?!" 

The silence echoes throughout the kitchen and all that can be heard is the hum of the fancy fridge. Just as you're about to snap, Denki intervenes. 

"Uh. Did you want to talk bedrooms?" 

"YES!" The girls yell pulling the boys back into the safety of the living room as you collect yourself for a moment. 

God you hated the effect his name had on you but even more so how stupid you felt. As if this was some half baked plan to leave out the important detail that the man you loathed most would be under the same roof. Finally after a few deep breaths the ice in your hair melts and you step into the living room with a level head. Reminding yourself that this house was going to be rent free. You would have a full sized kitchen and your own bedroom, this was a much better option than the dorms even if it meant Bakugou came with it. 

"There is one bedroom upstairs not claimed, the rest of us guys are up there too. Then that door next to the nook is the study, it's not huge but it has a lot of shelves and big enough to fit a queen. Um there are two bedrooms in the basement but it's not totally dark down there. Plus the second living room with the pong table is down there. What else?" Denki taps his finger to his lips, "Oh half bath is here. Full bathroom is upstairs and there is technically another full bath in the basement, it's just more 'open concept'." 

"Open concept?" Jiro asks, earjacks perking with curiosity. 

"He means no walls. Just a toilet and a shower head chilling next to the laundry sink and washer, dryer." Sero explains, again you tongue the inside of your bottom lip. 

"Girl huddle!" Mina shouts, pulling the three of you into a small circle, "I personally really would like one of the bedrooms in the basement. I'm loud and I wouldn't mind the late hours that come with the pong table. I am the QUEEN after all." 

"I want a bedroom in the basement too. You know my music gets super loud!" Jiro pipes in. Uraraka wants to say something but politely waits for you, instead you gesture for her to speak first. 

"I...I would be much more comfortable in the study. I don't mind it being small." Her brown eyes bore holes into the floorboards as you read between the lines. 

"I would be much more comfortable on a different level than all four men." Is what she means, you sigh internally, swearing this will be the last compromise you make for these women. 

"Then I'll take the room upstairs." You state before telling the boys the arrangements. You look at your watch to check the time. 

"If we leave now in the college van and trailer I borrowed we could get everyone else's mattresses tonight." You look around the room before asking, "So where is Bakugou anyway?" 

The three boys glance at one another, Kirishima speaks up. 

"He had a….previous obligation." He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. You narrow your eyes. 

"Let me call him. This is more important than whatever he is doing. It clearly isn't school related." You hold out your hand for the red head's phone, he pulls it from his pocket reluctantly. 

It rings before going to voicemail but that's never stopped you before. You call until he picks up screaming into the receiver. 

"WHAT THE FUCK I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING CALL SHITTY HAIR!!!" 

"Enough with the dramatics, what could be more important than your other roommates deciding bedrooms in the house?" 

"Is that?!" A female voice screeches your name once she figured out who you are, "Listen here slut, I'm in the middle of getting my back broken and…" 

"Bakugou we are leaving in fifteen minutes. I advise that you get here on time. Otherwise we will leave without you." You interrupt the angry booty call. 

"And if I fucking don't, Icebrat?" You roll your eyes at the nickname as you sigh. 

"Then I'll spend your portion of the allowance on something else. Fifteen minutes." 

"OI!" Bakugou shouts before a woman's voice comes across the speaker.

"Stop ignoring me bitch and stop talking to my man!"

"Oh sweetheart your 'man' is only going to your place cause he sleeps on a crusty ass futon not because he actually likes you." Your voice is honeyed in venom before dipping low, "Bakugou be home or you forfeit the fucking funding for your bed."  

With that you hang up, passing Kirishima's phone back to him. Everyone shares a glance as they remember just how icy you can be, there was no threat in your voice. Only a promise to Bakugou. 

"Sero be a dear and help me take my mattress up." You ask lifting the box with the unbuilt frame with ease. Suddenly skittish Sero takes a moment to grab your mattress as Denki helps him bring it up the stairs but abandons Sero by the bathroom at the top of the stairs, forcing the tape hero to face this challenge alone. Sero only hopes the room neighboring yours is shut and he sighs with relief when it is. 

He helps you set the items into your room that is located in the front of the house.  You take in the view of the perfectly sized yet small bedroom. Two large sets of sliding doors that meet in the corner force you to place your bed against what you assume is the shared wall of one of your roommates. Sero swallows thickly as he realizes just why Denki abandoned him. He can see it in your eyes, the curiosity sparkling as you turn to face him, you're going to inquire about the room next door. 

Please Gods do not ask him. 

Don't fucking asking him please. 

"Who do I owe the pleasure?" You smile sweetly, praying it is Kirishima or Sero at the very least. Hell you'd even take Denki who sings loudly off key, as long as it wasn't Bakugou. You watch the raven hair man's face fall, his dark eyes avoiding yours as he answers and yet somehow you already knew. 

"Ba-Bakugou's" The room drops twenty degrees as the floor freezes beneath your feet, snow floating gently to the floor as Sero's breath puffs in the new found tundra. 

"SERO I NEED YOUR HELP MAN! JIRO'S DRUM SET AND AMPS ARE HEAVY!" Denki calls from downstairs, saving Sero's hide. The man rushes and catches himself from slipping before he practically jumps down the entire set of stairs. 

"How did she take it?" Mina whispers before following Sero's eyes to where your bedroom should be. Urakaka comes from the study with snowflakes dusting her hair and a shiver. 

"Well at least I'll never be hot in the summer." 

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha frathouse au #bnha wholesome frat house

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

COMPLIMENTS TO THE CHEF

Pairing | Chris wood x reader

Warnings | smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Word count | 1513

Summary | you’re the chef at a restaurant that the TVD cast go to and Chris gives you a big thank you

Masterlist

"Hey, um, excuse me?" Ian called to the nearest waitor, smiling at him as he walked over.

"How can I help you?" The man replied and Ian smiled.

"We'd like to know who the chef was - my friend here would like to thank them for the amazing food." Ian suggested, sending Chris a little wink.

"Certainly, she's just finished her shift actually - I could ask her to wait out back for you?" The waitor recommended.

"Thank you so much, that would be perfect." Ian smiled, the waitor on his way. Paul nudged Chris in the ribs playfully, Ian sending him another wink.

"C'mon dude, we've been eating here for the last week so you could finally meet her - Now's your chance!" Paul assures him, both the boys laughing at Chris' red cheeks and shy expression.

"I'm not a confident as you guys, and what if she finds me weird or creepy? Do I tell her I've been eating her food for a week just so I can talk to her? Do I pretend I've never seen her before?" Chris ranted, suddenly extremely nervous.

"You'll be fine." Matt chimed in, giving Chris a reassuring pat on the back.

"Just remember to stay calm." Ian reminded and Chris let out a heavy sigh.

"And to charm her - use that Chris Wood seductivity that reeled me in." Paul wink and the table erupted into laughters. Chris decided to take his shot, standing quickly and bidding his friends fare well before he headed out to the back of the restaurant.

When he reached the small, empty alleyway behind the daunting building, his eyes landed on you.

You were leant against the old brick wall, just next to the back door to the building, fiddling with the sleeve of your leather jacket.

"Hey?" Chris asked tentatively and you looked up, a smile gracing your soft lips.

"You must be my secret admirer." You smirked and a flush of heat brushed over Chris' cheeks.

"You've noticed?" He asked sheepishly and you chuckled lightly. It was a calming sound, one that went straight to Chris' pants.

"Oh honey, my colleagues have seen you hanging around here all week. Always when I'm on shift. News travels fast in a independent local restaurant like this." You informed and Chris looked down at his shoes, a smile dancing on his lips.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to be creepy. It's just-" he took a pause, "I saw you this one time - at a book store just down the road."

"Rose and Cover?" You confirmed and he chuckled, giving a small nod.

"That's the one." He smiled. "And you look so...peaceful, nose stuck into a book, hair forming a curtain around your face - god I wanted to talk to you, but I was a wimp." He admitted and you giggled softly. "So then I told my friend - Ian - about you and he said he knew you worked in this little food place because he ate there a lot and often saw you leaving/arriving to you shift and I knew I had to talk to you." Chris said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"And now you have?" You asked and he let out a small laugh.

"And now I have, I only want to know you more." Chris says, walking closer to you until he was stood right in front of you - foreheads touching.

"And you will." You muttered, eyes flickering between his and his lips - his soft, plump pink lips - that were just begging you to kiss them. "If you don't kiss me in the next three second I'm going to scream." You murmured and he breathed a laugh through his nose before his lips crashed to yours in a lustful, earth-shattering kiss. Chris's hands travelled up your sides, squeezing your waist before going higher until one wrapped around your neck possessively and the other braces against the red brick wall behind you.

Your moan let him know it was exactly what you wanted and Chris tightened his grip slightly on your neck, a gentle squeeze to test the waters that had you groaning against his lips. When his lips left yours, they trailed down your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses over your throat and your collar bone. His hands found their way under your jacket, pushing it off you shoulders and feeling under your loose shirt - hands warm against you cool skin making you shudder and sink into him further.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck by now, fingers tangling into his brown hair as his lips never left your skin.

"Fuck, Chris, please." You begged, but you weren't really sure what you were asking for.

"You want me to fuck you?" He whispered in your ear, a moan slipping past your lips. "You want me to fuck you in a back alley like a whore?" He husked and your moaned even louder - knowing the word should offend you but it did anything but, the combined sensation of his hot breath fanning over your cheeks and his hands resting on your bare sides overwhelming your senses. His hands moved up, tugging your shirt with him and discarding it on the floor before his fingers were fumbling with you jeans, popping the buttons open and dragging the zipper down the track.

His hands moved to cup your ass as you pulled Chris's shirt off, hands desperately trying to undo his belt buckle but miserably failing in the rush you were in. He chuckled, nose buried in your hair as you finally got his buckle undone, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs just enough to free his length.

You both let out a moan when your small hand wrapped around Chris' cock, Chris shivering slightly at the coldness of you palm. All of a sudden he picked you up, a squeal from your lips quickly cut off when he kissed you again, hard. He slammed you back into the wall again, hand braced against the bricks as the other hastily pushed your panties aside, a groan escaping his lips at how wet you'd become.

You gasped as his thumb flitted over your clit, hips bucking against him as his fingers trailing through your wetness before he brought them up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Shit, you taste good." He moaned, hand wrapped around himself as he lined himself up with your core. Chris leant in, pecking your lips. "Ready?" He mumbled and you moaned his name, letting out a loud moan when he sheathed himself inside of you in one sharp thrust.

"Fuck, Chris!" You moaned and he quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, blue eyes now turned black as he looked into yours.

"Gotta keep quiet, pretty girl." He whispered, fore head resting against your as he begun to thrust. Your hands clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin only spurring Chris on as his pace became slow but strong, knocking the air out of your lungs with every thrust. His breath was hot on your cheeks, eyes keeping yours prisoner and a small layer of sweat coated your faces.

The whole scene was very erotic, so it only pushed your further to the edge when he began moaning and groaning, your own sounds muffled against his hot palm.

"Good girl." He moaned, the praise sending a new wave of wetness tumbling down to your core, his cock pushing in and out of you effortlessly now with how much lubrication you were supplying. Chris hand moved from the wall, fingers tapping against your clit as his speed picked up to punishing very quickly. "This pussy's gonna make me cum so hard, sweetheart, so fuckin' hard." He mumbled into the skin of your neck, dropping his head to nip and suck at your jaw line.

You knew there'd be marks there tomorrow, but you couldn't care less in that moment as your walls began to clamp down on his in a vice grip.

"C'mon, cum for me. I can feel how close you are." Chris moaned and your screamed against his hand, his pace picking up as he tried to push you to your release.

When you came it was a mind-shattering orgasm, eyes rolling back and hips bucking, stomach tight and legs shaking around his waist.

"There we go, good girl." Chris groaned, chasing his own release now as he used you for his own pleasure. "Shit, y/n." He moaned, stilling his hips as a final thrust sent him over the edge, cumming in you in hot spurts.

His hand left you mouth slowly. Heavy breaths were shared as you both came down from your highs, panting all that could be heard in that small alleyway.

"Feel like coming again?" You whispered and you both laughed.

"Someone has to pay compliments to the chef."

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