#featuring Carrie being so so so dumb

[2kiran]

❝ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 ❞ ♱ JUJUTSU KAISEN.

⸝⸝ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ‹ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐓. 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 ! ⁺ ˖ pervert! jjk men.

✶ featuring. nanami kento. fushiguro toji. kamo choso.

␥ streaming. angels in tibet by amaarae.

✶ contains. top male reader. self indulgence. taller! reader. boxer stealing. pillow humping. stalking-ish. size kink. obsession. overstimulation. voice kink. dumbification. rough sex. marking.

NANAMI KENTO

let’s be honest. he’d be the most ‘normal one’.

he’s the man you’d least expect to sneak into your room the second you’re gone to inhale the scent of you—that’s coming right off your used boxers.

it’s gross, fucking disgusting, but KENTO can’t help it. fuck, you looked too cute in your sleep. dreaming of who-knows-what, but he knows that it’s far from innocent when he caught the sight of your cum.

god, KENTO sometimes really wishes that he could be the replacement to your underwear. the one you’d cum inside of—yeah, he’s fucked up and apparently it’s your fault.

he has memorized the sound of your footsteps. when he hears you coming (he wished you were), he immediately rushes out without a trace. taking your boxers with him.

but one day, you finally catch him. this time, KENTO won’t run. being away from you is something he can’t dream of.

“kento?” he’s got a hand on his cock and your favorite underwear to his nose. his eyes are wide and a blush is spread across his cheeks, he knows it’s wrong and just not him, yet he cums right when his name slips from your pretty lips.

if you decide to finally fuck him, he’s crumbling. fuck his brains out, his stress melting away the moment your tip breaches his hole. a few thrusts and he already can’t think anymore, only thing inside of his dumb, fucked out brain is the way you hit his prostate just right.

when KENTO cums, he cums hard. he finishes quite quickly, so go easy on him. he can definitely get overstimulated and don’t blame him for becoming a bit of a masochist.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

it’s the small gestures you offer him that drew TOJI to you.

you simply offered to carry one of the items he was carrying and he’s biting the inside of his cheek to weakly prevent his imagination from running wild.

he’s still got a sliver of shame. completely in denial even though there’s a bulge in his pants when you merely stand close to him.

your height makes him feel small. he’s tall himself, but he doesn’t complain when he has to cast his gaze upwards just to look into your eyes.

and he doesn’t complain as you finally bend him over this stupid desk.

“mm..ngggh—yes, oh shit, fuuuuck, b..baby,” he whines, head tuck under his elbow. the edge of the furniture is practically stabbing his stomach, but your cock is filling him up so well that he can barely register the pain digging into his skin. you’re hitting that spot, his eyes rolling back when you bite down on him.

TOJI almost laughs when you think you’ve been too rough. worrying about the marks you’ve left on his scarred body. you’re so cute.

he’s loud when you fuck him. letting you hear every moan as his sounds make you fully aware of how good he’s feeling. the fact that he managed to have your cock inside of him is shocking.

how you treat him as a human, not some machine. you seem like a giant compared to him and yet you’re kind. kinder than anyone he’s ever met and how do you expect that he doesn’t want you to fuck him?

you’re strong. you can obviously carry him against the wall as you bully your dick into him without much of a struggle.

“hey,” TOJI calls, his deep voice poking your dazed out state. “yeah..?” he turns to face you, looking at you dead in the eye. “wanna fuck me against a—” he tries, “no.”

please indulge in him. he might just lose his mind.

KAMO CHOSO

please be kind to him. or don’t. he’s jerking off to you either way.

it’s not his fault he’s obvious. you’re crazy; what do you mean he’s done nothing but stare at you for the past hour?

CHOSO’s so fucking whiny. you might want to tape his mouth shut. don’t ask him why he retreats after an interaction with you, and you better not ask him why his pillow is so wet.

he’s humping his pillow while trying to recreate your voice in his head. you sound so good, the small cracks as you speak to him then trying to cover it up just makes his dick twitch.

not-so proud whimperer. he’s obviously embarrassed. his cock against the plushness of the item can’t compare to your hand. it’s so soft, yet your finger teasing the shaft would be much better.

forgive him as he bashfully crowds you against the wall, begging for you to fuck him because he can’t take it anymore. his fingers can’t do the work for him and he sure ain’t hell using anything or anyone else.

“gaah—hmmf!” CHOSO gasps, hand grasping the mattress beneath him. “please.. harder, i want you haa—h..arder.” he’s pretty when he pleads for you to go harsher, rougher. his hole clenches around you, like it doesn’t want you to pull out.

don’t make fun of him as he’s completely out of it, slightly panicking because he thinks you got him pregnant.

⋆₊+ honorable knight. @Unfunnyjest. @mag-ma. @cloudintheway. masterlist. taglist.

#( ✶ ) 𝐊𝐀𝐈’𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! #— azrael.worksᵎᵎ #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #kamo choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso smut #dom male reader #top male reader #dom!reader #top!reader #male!reader #dom reader #top reader #male reader

[someonealreadyhadmynickname]

Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x y/n #re2 #resident evil #resident evil 2 #fluff #leon headcanons #tw pregnancy

[babyjakes]

flamingo pink.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | pet play

pairing | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader

warnings | ddlg and pet play elements (daddy!ari and sort of little? puppy!reader.) brief mentions of ownership; reader wears a collar. unprotected sex- vaginal and anal penetration. mild clit play (mild for me anyway lol.) nipple play for like one (1) second. finger sucking. squirting (and he comes in her ass!) a little bit of crying. teasing. some mocking/humiliation. some dumbification. lots of praise/encouragement. beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,006

an | hi sluts, welcome to kinkmas 2023!! i'm so super excited to be running this event, i've already put in a lot of work on these pieces and i'm really hoping you'll all enjoy them <3 as a quick note, if you haven't already, make sure to check out the event masterlist (linked above) to see the list of prompts i'll be writing for this month! i tried to pick mostly new ideas and concepts, hopefully there'll be something to fit everyone's taste!! hope you all like day 1 with big strong daddy!ari and his little baby puppy! also yes there are 1989tv references bc this is MY kinkmas and I MAKE THE RULES hehe :))

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The rattling sound of your custom-fit collar's tiny tag could barely be heard over your and your daddy's mix of heavy breathing. Large hands gripping your ankles, Ari had your legs bent up at an obscene angle as you lay on your back against the soft white bedding below. "Fuck, puppy. Look so pretty, takin' all of me like this. What a good girl," you were melting into the towering man's touch as he brought up a few rough fingers to caress your cheek, warm with wanting.

Ari's gaze traveled over your glistening body, spread out perfectly before him like a feast to be devoured. The glimmering shine of your gold tag caught his eye, eliciting a deep groan from within him as he brought his hand down to gently turn over the small, heart-shaped plate against your neck. "All fuckin' mine," he all but growled as the pads of his fingers traced over the letters that spelled out his initials. It was more than a symbol of love; it carried a heavier weight- ownership.

He rutted up harder into you, his punishing pace drawing tears from your eyes as his gaze settled back on your precious features. "Baby," he murmured, softening slightly at the sight of your tears. "Bein' such a good little pup for me, c'mon- show me you can take it. Are you gonna be good and take Daddy's dick?"

You were gasping as he thrust up against your sweet spot repeatedly, the sensation of him stretching you open causing goosebumps to prickle up along the back of your neck. You shivered, trying to construct an acceptable response. Smiling at the sight of you being fucked stupid, your loving daddy helped you by bringing his hand back up to cup your cheek and jaw, his thumb slipping in between your glossy pink lips as he forced out a nod from you. "Good girl," he crooned as you mindlessly nursed his thick digit, your tongue rolling sloppily around its tip as he tightened his grip on you. "That's it, baby. Just let Daddy do all the thinkin'. Nothin' but a dumb little puppy for Daddy to play with- isn't that right? You're my pretty little puppy?"

You didn't need his help to nod this time, your eyelashes batting so sweetly as his grin spread further across his face. When he slowed the movement of his hips, you were a bit confused as Ari pulled out of you, bringing his hands down to guide the tip of his massive length to trail cruelly over your messy folds. You let out the cutest little whine, your thighs flailing weakly as he bumped himself right up against your puffy button.

"I know baby, I know," your daddy hummed, wanting to draw out his teasing as much as he could force himself to. "Just wanna take my time with you, sweetheart. You're such a pretty little puppy, you know that?" He brought a hungry hand up to paw at one of your breasts as it sat so perfectly beneath the flimsy fuchsia lace he had dressed you up in. Pinching and rolling your hardened nipple through the sheer fabric, he chuckled as you squirmed softly under his touch. "My perfect little pup, so pretty in pink. Makin' it hard for me to control myself, baby. S'hard to be gentle with you when you're this fuckin' cute."

When you felt his smooth tip nudging up against your smaller hole, you let out a squeak in surprise; being the good daddy he was, Ari was quick to reassure you. "Don't worry, pretty girl. Daddy won't make it hurt, just relax..." His fingers collected plenty of your wetness, dragging it down to prep his length for you. "Deep breath, angel. There," he gasped along with you as the head of his member pushed past your tight ring of flesh, the intrusion burning deep in your tummy.

"That's my good girl," Ari kept praising you proudly as he gradually worked you open, only giving you as much as you could handle. One of his thumbs came up to brush over your swollen clit, the pad of his skilled finger tracing circles over the hardened nub as a way to soothe the heat of the stretch. "You gonna be a good little pup and take all of me, princess? Gonna let me ruin this tight little bottom? Fuck-"

"D-Daddy," you mumbled, your gaze growing hazy as the pressure in your tummy expanded. Nearing the brink himself, Ari knew the signs of your impending orgasm like the back of his hand.

"C'mon, puppy. Give it to me." Forehead drenched in sweat, the man furrowed his brow harshly in concentration as he flicked his thumb faster over your aching button. "Come for Daddy, baby. Come for me, shit, that's it-" Like waves colliding, your climaxes both hit at once, glorious and gruesome in the way they made your bodies explode in tandem. As your high squirted out forcefully against the large man's front, his heavy release was shooting up into you, filling you with an indescribable warmth.

Seconds passed that felt like minutes. When your eyes finally fluttered open again, your legs were trembling uselessly off to either side of you as your chest rose and fell sporadically. You felt something leaving you, the harsh tug on your sensitive walls pulling a diminished cry from your hoarse throat.

"Shhh," your daddy's familiar voice soothed, a gentle hand rubbing careful circles on your knee. "I'm here, baby. Daddy's here. You did so well." In an instant, he was collecting you in his arms. He moved you away from the edge of the bed, propping you up against a few pillows as his lips came down to press against your dampened forehead.

"Now you just wait here, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna go get a rag to clean you up. Just close your eyes, baby. There," seeing your exhaustion, he didn't want to make you lift a single finger. "Daddy's here, angel. Daddy'll take care of you."

#eun's writing #kinkmas 2023 #flamingo pink #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #daddy!ari levinson #ari levinson x little!reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson smut #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson blurb #ari levinson headcanon #the red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[bluebeary-jay]

Halcyon days

Based on this ask (i was stupid and started writing all this as a new post and not an answer im sorryyy)

Tags: fluff. INSANE amount of tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, takes place after the events of season 1

Warnings: none? there is swearing and suggestive humor tho ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word count: ~3K

A/N: My sweet anon I'm sorry that I didn't write the 'looking for a place to sleep' bit but I got carried away with your lovely request and it was already longer than I expected lol. I really hope you like it!! 💕 and thank you for being my first request! 😊

You shielded your eyes from the sun and shook your hand again, signaling for Joel to take it.

“Come on, you always whine about your back pains. It’ll do you good.”

“You think lyin’ on the cold hard ground will help me with that?” he asked with tongue in cheek.

“It's actually really soft. Come on, give it a try.” You patted the spot next to you, but the man still didn't move, scouting the area around you instead. You sighed heavily. “Alright, if it's too hard for your back I'll let you lay on me. Happy?”

Joel gave you a sultry look and finally intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I can already tell the ground will be really uncomfortable,” he said teasingly in this sexy drawl of his and you squinted at him.

“Sure you can.”

Joel craned his neck before he let himself get pulled down, and cupped his free hand around his mouth.

“Hey, kiddo!” he yelled to Ellie who was squatting near a small creek down the hill you were lying on. “You alright there?!”

“Yeah, yeah!” the girl shouted back, waving to you both. “Don't come down here, yet!”

“Okay! We’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“Sure thing! Just don't start shagging.”

You choked on air and looked in disbelief in the direction of Ellie’s voice, though you couldn't see the teen from where you were lying, as the view was obscured by high grass.

“Christ, this kid is impossible,” you mumbled as Joel sat down next to you with a loud grunt.

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t know. You didn’t hear her giving me so-called ‘relationship advices’ yesterday. And no,” he added when you opened your mouth, “m’not gonna repeat them to you. It was painful enough to have to endure it alone.”

“You know what they say,” you quirked your lips and he sent you a glare.

“I swear to god, if you quote that dumb comic again…”

You snorted, knowing he was saying it with fondness, judging by his tone and a tug of the corners of his lips. Joel shook his head and laid down slowly on the grass, closing his eyes. You cosied up next to him on your stomach and propped your chin on your hands.

For a couple of seconds you just admired his features and slow rise and falls of his chest, enjoying the quiet atmosphere around you and listening to the crickets chirping and birds singing in the tree crowns.

But of course he didn’t let you indulge yourself, because before long he cracked one eye open and sent you a suspicious glance.

“Why’re you staring?”

“You’ve got something on your cheek,” you answered without missing a beat. Joel wiped his face with an irritated look while you tried your hardest not to laugh out loud.

“Is it still there?” he asked, but you winced and tilted your head discontentedly.

“You just smudged it more. Hold on a second.”

He sighed tiredly and closed his eyes again when you shuffled closer, partially draping yourself over his torso. One of his arms automatically encircled your waist to cuddle you up while he kept the other one under his head. You smirked to yourself and took his face between your hands, pretending to hum in focus. After a couple of seconds Joel cracked his eye open and glanced up at you.

“Jesus, I can feel you burning a hole in my skull. Is my head covered in fungi, or something?”

“Not yet,” you joked. “Keep your eyes closed.”

He exhaled heavily again and relaxed under you, totally oblivious to the mischievous smirk on your face. You faked scraping something off his cheek and when you were pretty sure he lowered his guard, you surged forward and quickly gave the bridge of his nose a small peck.

Joel’s eyes immediately snapped open and a surprised – and then delighted – smile spread across his face.

“What are you doin’?”

“Nothing at all,” you answered innocently, but this time you couldn’t hide a sly grin threatening to split your face in half. “I told you you have something on your cheek.”

Joel made a sound of fake acknowledgment and took his other hand from under his head to pull you even closer and on top of himself. You giggled when he nudged your nose with his, trailing his fingers up and down the back of your neck.

“On my cheek, you say?”

“Mhm.”

“I don’t think you got it, then. You aimed at my nose,” he mused cheekily, making you laugh again.

“Oh, you’re right! Silly me.” You leaned in and kissed his jaw this time, smiling against his facial hair. “Let me…” another kiss, this time on his forehead, “...try again, then…” another, next to his eye, “...just to be sure.”

It wasn’t often that Joel let you (and himself) be so affectionate when you weren’t alone, but you guessed Ellie was far enough that he didn’t worry about it now. Or maybe he was just in a good mood – it happened a lot more often lately.

After everything that transpired in the hospital, you were worried Ellie wasn’t going to believe his version of events and shut herself off, but whether the teen still doubted your and Joel’s words or not, she didn’t seem eager to distance herself from you two.

Which was a damn big relief for you, and even a greater one for Joel – not that he’d ever admit it.

Anyone who would bother to look could see that the man was a lot happier lately. He found his brother, he had you, and he didn’t lose Ellie like you knew he feared. The three of you still went on trips outside of Jackson – or like Ellie liked to call them, ‘spontaneous adventures’ – and this was one of the places you personally liked the most. A secluded meadow with a hill overgrown with flowers and leading down to a small torrent at the base of it. Noone has ever ventured so far beyond the especially-hard-to-cross portion of the river, but the place was worth the effort as it was so beautiful, it looked like it was pulled out of a fairy tale.

Speaking of beautiful, Joel cupped your cheeks and let his warm gaze rove over your face as if he wanted to commit it to memory. You were just about to ask if you had something on your face as well, when he spoke up quietly.

“Do you have any idea how goddamn gorgeous you are?” he asked, brushing the strands of your hair out of your face.

“Stop it,” you snapped back, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, but Joel tsked, guiding your chin to look at you again.

“You are,” he said, sounding almost surprised at how bashful you got, before his lips stretched into a smirk. “Are you just fishin’ for compliments, darlin’? Denyin’ it so that I can praise you more?”

“I’m not!” You laughed at the sheer thought of that and Joel took that opportunity to plant a kiss above your mouth. “If anything, you’re just trying to rile me up and get me to compliment you.”

“Don’t even try,” he warned you seriously, but you just shrugged with a playful expression.

“Well, I have to remind you sometimes how good-looking you are,” you whispered against his lips, smiling brightly when you felt his breathless chuckle.

“Shut up.”

“Not until–”

He cut you off by sliding his hand to the back of your neck and pulling you up carefully so he could kiss you deeply. You smiled into the kiss, knowing very well what he’s doing, but not minding it in the slightest.

“You’re trying to distract me,” you accused him when the two of you parted, but he shook his head and tutted. His thumb was brushing your cheek slowly and your body burned in all places he was touching you. You reminded yourself about Ellie’s words and tried to calm down.

“Nah. You had somethin’ on your face, too, and I wanted to return the favor.”

He was so silly sometimes, you almost couldn’t believe that those hands were capable of anything else than caressing your skin so lovingly.

“Liar,” you whispered, earning yourself a low chuckle.

“I could say the same about you.”

You couldn’t help the squeal that escaped you when he turned you over in a swift motion so that now you were lying on your back with the man hovering above you. Whatever protests you might’ve had, they were swallowed down by Joel’s lips on yours, and you hummed happily at the feeling of his touch.

The two of you took several minutes to enjoy each other’s company to the fullest, planting lazy kisses on your faces and whispering silly words of affection. At one point Joel sighed contently, peppering the edge of your jaw and neck with soft kisses, and then laid his head on your chest. One of his arms snaked around your waist to hug you tighter and he closed his eyes.

You pressed your lips together not to giggle, and started to slowly run your fingers through his hair. He groaned and you felt his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall asleep,” he murmured and you kissed the crown of his head softly.

“Maybe that’s exactly my plan. You don’t get enough rest.”

“Stop,” he said again, though he didn't make any attempt to pull away or stop you himself. “Someone's gotta keep an eye on everything.”

“I’ll make sure we’re safe,” you shushed him, gently scratching the spot behind his ear, to which he made a sound not unlike purring. You suppressed a smile. “Besides, I’ve never seen an infected around here. The chances of something stumbling upon us…”

“...are much higher if we let our guard down,” he finished, his hand going to the gun lying on the grass on his other side to make sure he could reach it quickly. “I don’t want something to happen to you or Ellie.”

“I know, love,” you whispered, kissing his forehead again, trying to make some of those worry wrinkles disappear. “Just close your eyes for a moment. I’ll make sure nothing happens during this time.”

He sighed again and nuzzled his head more into your chest. “You’re a treasure, darlin’.”

“Obviously,” you murmured in response and felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter. “I love you, you know?”

“Love you, too.” He shook his head lightly, but the smile didn’t fade from his face. “Even though you’re a menace.”

“Shut up and relax already. I’ll stand guard.”

He just grumbled again. You took a deep breath of summer air and looked up to the sky.

*****

You didn’t plan on falling asleep.

Even before you opened your eyes, having registered a tip of a shoe nudging your arm and rousing you from your nap, you felt this terrible, gnawing feeling of guilt and panic. Joel would kill you if…

But no, he was still asleep with his head lying heavily on your chest. You sighed with relief and opened your eyes, squinting at Ellie standing above you.

“Finally! How loud do I have to ‘psst!’ for you to wake up? Jesus, I started to think you both are dead.”

You grumbled and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy, but that was always the case when you fell asleep in the middle of the day. It was an hour or so before sunset now, and the field you rested on was bathed in a warm, orange glow.

“Not dead,” you yawned drowsily and nodded at the teen. “What’s up?”

Ellie pointed at Joel. “Wake up the old man.”

You furrowed your brows. “What? Why?”

“Because I want to push you both down the hill,” she whispered in a mocking tone and rolled her eyes when you lifted your eyebrows. “I have something to show you, if you really need to know.”

She did have one of her hands hidden behind her back, so it wasn’t completely unlikely. Still, something about it smelled fishy.

“Why didn’t you wake him up yourself?” you asked in a whisper, too, honestly surprised that you both still had to keep your voices down. Usually the slightest sound woke Joel up, but now he didn’t even stir. Ellie groaned and pointed her hand at you both, like it was obvious.

“Because last time he gave me a bunch of shit about it! And he won’t be mad at you if you do this.”

She had a point, if you wanted to be honest with yourself. Normally you would tease her for it, but lately Ellie rarely acted so secretive and excited, so you decided to humor her this time.

“I’ll blame it on you if he gets angry at me.”

“I’ll really push you down the hill if you do.”

You stick your tongue out at her, which Ellie mirrored, before rolling your eyes and shifting your attention to the man still lying motionlessly on top of you.

“Joel…” you mumbled into his skin, brushing your fingers through his hair lightly. A low grumble issued from his chest and you chuckled despite yourself, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. You pretended not to hear Ellie gagging in the background. “Come on, I know you’re not asleep.”

He sighed heavily and finally opened his eye, but then he shifted his gaze to Ellie’s form, and let his eyelid drop again.

“Get rid of the kid,” he murmured, snuggling back into your chest.

His head started to shake from the laughter reverberating inside your chest and Ellie gasped indignantly, now having no reservations about going around you and kicking Joel’s leg.

“Fuck off and get your lazy ass up!”

Joel sighed martyrly, as if that was the greatest sacrifice somebody could demand from him, but finally got up, freeing you from under his weight but also depriving you of his safe embrace. He looked at Ellie and lifted his eyebrows, waiting.

The girl in question grinned and pulled a bunch of flowers from behind her back.

Before you realized that it actually wasn’t a bouquet, but several flower crowns, Joel was already shaking his head and actually backing away. “No. No way.”

“Oh my gosh, they’re beautiful, Ellie!” you admired her work, not paying attention to the man behind you, and shifted closer to get a better look. “Where did you learn that?”

“One of those books Tommy gave me had a guide how to do it,” Ellie explained with a wide smile. It surprised you a little that she’d be so enthusiastic about a skill like that, but then she turned back to Joel and her eyes glinted with mischief. “C’mon, try it on.”

“No.”

“Can I pick one?” you asked, once again ignoring your partner. Ellie shook her head, now not even trying to hide a proud, mocking grin that widened when she saw how reluctant Joel was.

“No. Yours is the one with those small yellow shits.” You snorted at the name Ellie gave tiny, round flowers, but put it on immediately. The girl held the crown made out of blue and purple flowers on her lap, and stuck out the last one with small pink and white flowers in Joel’s direction. “And that’s all yours.”

“No,” he repeated. You sat next to Ellie and turned to him with a fake pout on your face.

“Joel, we don't turn down gifts. It's not polite.” He glared at you as you leaned on Ellie’s shoulder. “Ellie has worked on it for so long, think how exhausting it must've been!”

“Look at my poor, tired hands,” Ellie sighed dramatically, lifting her hands and wiggling her fingers, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

Joel looked from her to you with a grimace. You mouthed ‘please?’ to him and he groaned, running his hands down his face.

And then – making Ellie snort and you jump excitedly in place – he took the flower crown from the girl and all but dropped it onto his head.

“Joke’s on you, because I know for a fact pink looks great on me.”

“Glad you think so, because…” Ellie trailed off with a shit-eating grin and threw her backpack on the ground, quickly rummaging through it. You grabbed onto Joel’s arm before he had a chance to escape when she pulled out one of those old cameras with a flip screen, making him sigh even louder. “Now move your ass.”

While Ellie was positioning herself between the two of you and turning on the device, you quickly lifted Joel’s hand to your lips behind her back, kissing his fingers with a grateful smile. He seemed to have given in to his fate, not making any attempt to move away or talk his way out of it, just rubbing his brow with a tired expression. The smallest of smiles found its way onto his face when he felt your lips on his skin and he glanced up at you with fondness.

“You two will be the death of me,” he muttered, and Ellie poked him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Shut up and smile. We don’t have much sunlight left.”

You scooted over closer to Ellie to fit in the frame, squinting a little from the reddish-orange sun blinding you from behind a cloud above the horizon. The girl snapped one photo and made a different face, and in that split second your eyes darted to Joel’s in the small screen of the camera.

He still looked very reluctant to be in a photo, but you could see he was trying to hold back a smile.

He did look good in pink. And you meant the flowers as well as the small blush adoring his cheeks.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #because i cant write a fic without her in it #joel miller x y/n #joel tlou #pedro pascal #beary writes

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Creepy X Perverted friend.

Very long 2000+ words I can assume

Creepy x perverted friend who pushes you around just to hear you whine and moan because he likes the sounds and he enjoys watching your face scrunch up.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts his hand on your waist and rubs his hard on you even tho there was plenty of space there for him to move around.

Creepy x perverted friend that offers to rub your feet cause they’re in pain but only does it because he wants to hear you moan out that it feels so good and beg him not to stop.

Creepy x perverted friend that volunteers to massage you after a long day at work just so he can rub and let his hands linger on inappropriate areas.

Creepy x perverted friend that asks inappropriate questions and plays it off when you hum in interest for him to repeat.

Creepy x perverted friend that holds your face when you’re on the brink of sleep just to watch your eyes roll back in annoyance and tell him to “please stop” in a sleepy tone.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits in front of your bed when you guys are playing video games to look up your skirt and stare at your pussy print.

Creepy x perverted friend that touches himself at your sleepovers to you in your panties and ass that’s hanging out.

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your undershirt down and fondles with your tits while you’re sleeping, even sucking and nibbling on them until you’re awake and confused as to why it felt like you were being touched by an incubus.

Creepy x perverted friend that “playfully” humps you when you’re bent down searching for things because it’s “boy humor” and it’s something most friendships like yours do.

Creepy x perverted friend that hears you moan in your sleep and places his index and middle finger in your mouth to suck on then proceeds to dry hump you softly until his underwear is sticky with cum.

Creepy x perverted friend that comes over everyday when he’s off from work to make sure he can watch you fight sleep cause your suspicions has been up around him and concerns about him sniffing your panties when you’re in the shower.

Creepy x perverted friend that finds your sex toy box and licks and sucks on all your toys just to taste any juices left behind (there was none).

Creepy x perverted friend that watches porn that features girls that look like you infront of you so you can call him nasty and laugh (he gets off to it).

Creepy x perverted friend that will place his head directly on your ass and complain into your pussy about a dumb game he’s struggling with, knowing it sends vibrations and you’re struggling to respond, he grins at the thought of your contorted face.

Creepy x perverted friend that slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle and you don’t think much of it anymore since it’s his usual behavior.

Creepy x perverted friend that stands behind you and grips your neck to look up at him just so he can tell you how good you smell while pressing against you.

Creepy x perverted friend that will constantly make you late to any dates you have by calling all your outfits trash but the truth is he just doesn’t want anyone to see you like he does.

Creepy x perverted friend that always insists on doing a smell check when picking you up from work on your break before you guys enter the store but only smelling your chest area and stuffing his face in your ass.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you for ice cream so he can watch something white and sticky fill your mouth (he wants it to be his cum so bad).

Creepy x perverted friend that sniffs your shoes when you take them off after a long day.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes your phone away from you when you’re watching something slightly inappropriate and shames you for not being a good girl (he snooped around in your notes app and found out that turns you on).

Creepy x perverted friend that asks what you’re doing and you quickly tell him you’re reading but he doesn’t believe you cause of the way your thighs keep pressing together and he peeps a wet patch began to develop.

Creepy x perverted friend that asked you to pee on him as a joke when you had to use the bathroom rly bad. (Wasn’t rly a joke :/)

Creepy x perverted friend that pressed on your bladder when you’re in the back of an Uber because he somehow figured out that was a kink of yours and grabs your face to tell you shut up before you guys get kicked out. (He laughed and proceeded to pull on your nips)

Creepy x perverted friend that gets mad at you because you’re slightly drunk and dancing on random guys at the club, he doesn’t wait until he’s by your apartments to give you an example of how the random men were feeling up on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that seen you get sad after his actions and kisses your pussy because he gripped it too harsh.

Creepy x perverted friend that moans into your pussy telling you how sorry he was and slides his wet tongue under your thong for a quick taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at your muffled words because his mouth feels so good talking into your pussy that you can’t concentrate on what you was sad about.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you home and stays over to deal with your drunk shenanigans (you dance on him and lightly strip).

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your hair and dry humps you because you kept bouncing on his lap asking him if he’d sleep in your bed with you.

Creepy x pervert friend that lifts your dress up and spanks your ass because he’s mesmerized by its jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts you to bed but not leaving without kissing both your nipples and pussy goodnight because you kept pulling him and telling him how horny you was.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks across the hallway to his apartment for a change of clothes and comes back to yours to sleep because he’s gonna creep on you but also take care of you in the morning.

Creepy x perverted friend that helps you regain your memories the next morning and laughs at your humiliated face in satisfaction.

Creepy x perverted friend that reminds you how horny you was, that he had to kiss your nipples and pussy in order for you to actually sleep.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you press your leg together at the thought of him kissing your pussy and nipples.

Creepy x perverted friend that tried to embarrass you but you ended up embarrassing him by reminding him of all the times he’s humped on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t care and walks across to the hall to his apartment to relax for the rest of the day.

Creepy x perverted friend that unlocks the door instead of ringing the bell like he normally does before entering notice the compromising yoga position you’re in.

Creepy x perverted friend that pushes his foot onto your pussy to hear you moan and tell him to stop it.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits next to you while you’re doing yoga to watch you sweat and watch your boobs jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you roll your eyes at him because he took your yoga off to watch something on Netflix.

Creepy x perverted friend that trails behind you as you’re heading to the shower to “playfully” watch you strip but begins to get a hard on.

Creepy x perverted friend that knows he removed your soap from the shower so you’d have no choice but to call him and ask him to bring you some.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks in the bathroom and peeks his head into the shower to pass you the soap and look at anything he can get a peek at.

Creepy x perverted friend that tells you that you have a nice ass and slaps it before leaving the bathroom.

Creepy x perverted friend that forgot to tell you he was having some friends over, so when you were done putting your nighttime clothes on he dragged you across the hall to his place.

Creepy x perverted friend who has more friends like him. Hot, Tall, creepy and perverted because they immediately stare at your ass as you’re brought in.

Creepy x perverted friend that gets aggravated with you because you keep complaining at how his friends look at you.

Creepy x perverted friend that excuses you both and carries you to his room to bend you over on his bed and arches your back perfectly so he can talk to your pussy cause it seems to be the place you only listen from.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s upset because you keep moaning.

Creepy x perverted friend that actually pulls your shorts down and smacks your pussy, surprised to see how wet it was.

Creepy x perverted friend that blows his breath on your pussy to watch it quiver and drip more.

Creepy x perverts friend that turns you over into missionary so you can watch him talk to your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that spanks your clit because you kept moving your pussy upward so he can rub his lips against her.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts a pillow under your hip to position you correctly.

Creepy x perverted friend that harshly licks your pussy to watch her gush out juices.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs when you beg him to put his mouth on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that does exactly that and tells you to shut up because he doesn’t want his friends to hear.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s so happy to eat your pussy that he doesn’t realize you’ve came 3 times already and you’re begging him to get off not keep going.

Creepy x perverted friend that watches you cry due to overstimulation but still proceed to spread your pussy lips and tongue fuck you.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s sad because he neglected your boobs and goes to suck on them while fingering your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you while still fingering you and rubbing your clit, moaning into your mouth how you’ve been such a good girl ( you came again)

Creepy x perverted friend that sucks your cream off his finger and goes back down to lick the mess you’ve made.

Creepy x perverted friend that said he wasn’t aggravated because of you accusing his friends and that he already knew how they were.

Creepy x perverted friend that promises he’s gonna fuck you until you’re stupid and carries you back out the room while kissing you.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at his friends faces and continues to watch the game while you’re still panting next to him.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s done with the game and his friends went home besides one.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes you stay over because your legs “are in no condition to walk”.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits you on the edge of his friend lap to mess with him and see how he’d react.

Creepy x perverted friend that removes you then takes your shorts off and places you sitting backwards on his counter chairs.

Creepy x perverted friend that bought a fox buttplug after seeing a heart one in your sextoy box.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits on it and puts it in.

Creepy x perverted friend that has his friend come over to stand in front of you to watch your face twist with pleasure while he plays with your back hole.

Creepy x perverted friend that randomly pulls on the tail while you suck on his friends fingers in pleasure.

Creepy x perverted friend that shoves his fingers into your pussy because you seem to enjoy his friend a little too much.

Creepy x perverted friend that drops to his knees and eats your ass knowing you prepped it for tonight because he seen your plug under your cover.

Creepy x perverted friend that fingers your pussy and has his friend hold your hand when you try to grab his because his fingers are stretching you to new lengths.

Creepy x perverted friend that loves the way your asshole puckers that he keeps kissing it until it makes “smooching” sound.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend taste your ass and threatens you if you place your hands back to move him away he’ll punish you.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.

Creepy x perverted friend that hold your ass open wider for his friend to get a better taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that mocks you as you cry from the pleasure, telling you how you’re so good for him and his friend and then laughing at your squeals as his friend puts the cold buttplug back in.

Creepy x perverted friend that flips you around and places you on the cold countertop so him and his friend could admire your pussy as it clenched on nothing.

Creepy x perverted friend that has no shame and pulls his dick out to fuck you senseless in front of his friend.

Creepy x perverted friend that plunged his dick in your pussy causing you to whine out from the painful yet delicious stretch.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend take your boobs out and suck on them until you’re squirting from the penetration and pleasure received.

Creepy x perverted friend that almost shed tears of joy after watching your pussy cream on him and hug his dick so tight.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t stop fucking you, even after he came, because he’s scared this moment will end.

Creepy x perverted friend that tilts your hips upward because none of his cum should be leaking out and going to waste.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes the buttplug out to kiss your hole before making you clean his dick.

Creepy x perverted friend that drags you along to drop his friend off cause he’s not done with you.

Creepy x perverted friend that reclines his seat after his friend is safely in his home and fucks up into you in the parking lot.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he cums into you and fucks it nicely in your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes you to get food and asks you to be his gf at the end of the night, in which you said yes.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that still does all his creepy stuff, just without being punished or shamed.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that fucks you everynight, eventually getting you pregnant.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that takes care of you your whole pregnancy and you both get a happy ending.

-Kirishima, Denki, Naruto(lowkey), Bokuto, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Tendō, Atsumu, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Connie, Reiner and any of your favs not mentioned :)

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[voxisdaddy]

You

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Type: Angst

Featuring: A lil bit of Alastor

"I really wanted it to be you. So badly. Until I understood that you didn't want it to be me." -b00zell

“I really wanted it to be you”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Never in the decades that Vox has been in hell that he thought he’d find someone who just gets him the way you do. It almost blew him away. It’s ironic he’s asking but-were you hypnotizing him? No. Of course not. But no one could deny that you had him wrapped around your finger. And you barely had to do anything. You were just… you. The way you smiled, laughed, carried yourself, spoke, touched him, ect. Everything you did was just normal things and yet it seemed like it meant everything because it was you. He remembers one night when you showed up in casual clothing to a fancy dinner date. He remembers how embarrassed and apologetic you were-the name of the restaurant didn’t seem all that impressive at the time. And despite your initial worries that you embarrassed your perfectionist boyfriend that night, the cyan electric current that flashed into a heart shape from the tips of his antenna’s was enough to make you feel flustered for a completely different reason. Hell is forever. And since that night, he felt his forever with you would be the most enjoyable.

“So badly.”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ VoxTek and Vox’s status as an Overlord just kept growing and growing which meant things change. For the better-he thought. Of course his beloved wanted to see him be as successful as can be. But as the success kept going, the more your lives seemed to not matter as it once did before. Weekly date nights turned into monthly date nights. No longer would you go to bed together and wake up either entangled in each other’s limbs or one of you snuggling into the other. Good morning kisses before he leaves for work? Yeah… good luck catching him before he’s out the door. Home cooked meals? Sweetheart-why bother when he can just order the highest quality meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? His mood swings worsened-if even possible-and soon coming home to a partner that’s already sleeping would just make him more agitated. Marriage was casually brought up by Velvette-something about wanting to make wedding dresses for an upcoming fashion show-he doesn’t quite remember. His inner fans were working hard in his head as the thought of you in a wedding dress kept him deep in thought. Perhaps rings binding you two together legally would reunite some spark. Yes. Surely it would!

“Until I understood,”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It was some dumb argument. Something small and meaningless. But the stress and constant work days Vox faced paired with your loneliness and bitterness that started growing however long ago seemed to have erupted. Things were said. Tears were shed-mainly from you. When things calmed down, Vox foolishly thought you’d be in his arms all night as you had makeup sex just like all the times previously-wait what do you mean you’re done? Their was no more shouting and tears that night but everything remained tense and heavy. Very bitterly and painfully Vox huffed as you packed a bag. You’re not serious. You’ll come back to him and everything will be okay.

“that you didn’t want it to be me.”

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It had been several years. For months he tried everything to win you back until one day you just vanished. That was impossible. He had cameras everywhere in the Pride Ring. He would have noticed. An extermination wasn’t due for months at that point so you wouldn’t have been taken. What happened? One day Alastor showed up after being gone doing god knows what. Vox was of course angry about Alastor but couldn’t help and be filled with little rejoice when he finally saw you on his monitors again. That was rather short lived when rumours spread that Alastor had taken a lover and had spent 7 years on honeymoon with them. You know… Vox is incapable of crying, at least in the typical sense. His head wouldn’t allow it. So then how come seeing that ring wrapped around your finger make him feel like he could do the literal impossible?

“I really wanted it to be you…”

I hope I did okay for my first one lol. This took longer to come out than I thought it would. I’m only a smidge over 24 hours so it still counts right, RIGHT?!???? I’m kidding. Thanks for reading!

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#Hazbin Hotel #Vox x Reader #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel Vox x Reader #Angst #Vox HH

[sunoosets]

NAH BCS- have you seen that one stage or idk where jw lifts one member (I can't remember who) or smth? he would definitely be into fucking you on the wall while carrying you🤭🤭

i have, i have, but i can't find it😓 i get what u mean tho, so i hope u enjoy<33

Jungwon would love fucking you against walls if it meant he could be carrying your weight. The strength and power he would show made his self-esteem grow, as well as his cock. Which he wouldn't hesitate to rub on your clothed pussy, while his fingers dug deeply into the flesh of your thighs and held them apart. Spread, so he could place himself between your legs and moan while he humps you with his bulge🤭

He loved holding you up against the cool plaster of your bedroom wall, kitchen wall, living room wall. Wherever. He loved pressing you up against it, and letting you rely on him. Settle yourself on his palms, which carried you so effortlessly. It was evidently easy in that position, too. Jungwon would allow your legs to tie around his waist and let your feet cross over at the back. Your hands would be trailing down, between his shoulders, and the fingers you would bring up harshly, dragging deep into his flesh made him whine.

He could push his cock into you easily, having you so near. He could even tease you, and you couldn’t retaliate, as he was the one holding you. Jungwon would often hump his leaking cock on your pussy, not gifting you the relief of having his thick length inside of you. Pumping. He would even tease his swollen, pink tip between your folds, and let it drag through the slick and rub over your neglected clit. In the end, he would always give in. Not taunting you for long, as his own cock would twitch and beg for your warmth around him. Sucking him in.

He was also entirely into fucking you against walls because of your own reactions. The lust that would flash along your corrupted gaze when you watched his face be scrunched into an expression of focus. Brows furrowed, lower lip being chewed lightly. Eyes concentrating firmly on your body, and your body only, as he held you up and snapped his hips into you. You had also verbally stated how much you liked his muscles flexing when he held you. Biceps twitching and the tendon in his neck showing whenever he had tossed his head back. Hair falling against his eyes.

He loved seeing you so close, and the faces you made just because of him, and the fast, accurate thrusts that made you clench around him, and almost buckle his knees. The position allowed your heated core to be pressed firmly on his hardened, desperate cock. He would twitch, and you would whimper. You would pulse needily on his bulge, grinding softly, and he would buck up into your clothed clit. So overwhelmed with the proximity. Your bodies were physically entwined. The heat spread further than your stomachs as your sweaty chests were pressed along each other. Skin rubbing on skin. Fingers and palms clutching and sliding along each other’s features, collarbones, and shoulders. Thighs were being held harshly, gripped harder with each smooth drag Jungwon would let his cock take inside of you. Pushing into you until his hips had collided with your own. Breath, hot and heavy, would meet the other’s heated cheeks and light them a faded red. You could smell his shampoo each time he lay his forehead to rest between your shoulder and neck. Sighing heavily with pleasure, muffling his moans into your damp, shaking flesh. His hair would tickle your jawline, and then he would kiss below your ear. Making your head fall back against the wall, and your chin tilt upward as his soft, plush, warm lips would glide along your throat. Sucking while he fucked you dumb along the plaster. Your body moving up, and down the wall. You had only hoped it was soundproof, as the two of you were vocal. Jungwon with his desperate grunts and groans when his cock would slide back and forth between your wet walls. You with your soft whimpers, and needy moans into the air between you.

Plus, being able to squeeze and rub your thick thighs between his palms and fingers was something that made his stomach do flips. Having full control, and being able to satisfy you made him cum hard🤭

#enhypen smut #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #smut #enhypen x reader #hard thoughts #hard hours #jungwon smut #jungwon x reader #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts

[floralpascal]

Something To Live For

Summary: A quiet morning with you shows Ghost the possibility of the life he could have with you - a life he never thought would be his.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 649

Rating: Mature (Series is 18+ only though, mdni!)

Warnings: talk of death, secret relationship, Ghost finally experiencing happiness

A/N: This man deserves some happiness, so here it is. While I love to write Ghost agonizing over his feelings, exploring how he is when he fully embraces them is my absolute favorite

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There were a lot of things Ghost thought he would never have. 

And you? You were every single one of them. 

For so long, all that existed in Ghost’s life was the brutal reality of war. He gave almost every second of his time to his job. There wasn’t room for someone else in the picture. He barely had the time or the trust to invest in someone unknown. Even if someone gained his trust and was willing to put up with him being gone most of the time, it was too dangerous for them. The people in Ghost’s life always seemed to be put in the line of fire because of him. It was easier to avoid it altogether. 

Besides, he wasn’t delusional. He knew that his chances of surviving to old age in this line of business were slim-to-none. Hell, he was lucky to have even made it this far. His life was on borrowed time. For as grim as it was, he had made peace with that. 

Examining the way the pale golden light of the morning spilled across your features, Simon ran a finger down your spine. You slept like this often now, your body laying on top of his with your warm cheek pressed to his broad shoulder, your arms wrapped around his middle as if you were afraid he would slip away from you. In this position, he could feel the rhythm of your breath carrying his anxieties away with the rise and fall of your chest. Your face was always so soft as you slept against him, the weight of the life you both lived lifted in this state. 

Like this, with your warm bare skin pressed to his and your legs woven together, Simon could hardly tell where he ended and you began. To be honest, he loved the feeling. The world was no longer simply filled with threats and danger, it was filled with the warm and soft embrace of safety.

In a couple hours, he would get up and make you breakfast. He would sit with you at your table as you ate, admiring the rare carefree slump of your shoulders as you leaned your arms against the wooden surface. He would hide a smile behind his morning tea as you contemplated your schedule for the day. He would wrap his arms around you on the couch, listening to the light ring of your laugh at some dumb joke he made about the show you were watching.

Every moment was a glimpse of the life he could have one day. They were glimpses of a life with you, away from all the violence and death. A carefree life. A loving life. 

In the past, he never let himself even consider having something like this. It was unthinkable - something meant for a man who led a much different life than Ghost did. 

Yet, here he laid in your bedroom in your house for the millionth time, his mask long forgotten on your bedroom floor. He didn’t need it here. Not with you. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t even want it. For the first time in a long time, he was just Simon. Your Simon. 

That was something to live for. This - a lazy morning in your bed with you, without a care for the chaos of the outside world - was something to live for. 

Ghosting the tip of his thumb along the soft skin of your back, he made a silent promise to you: he would live. The life he thought he would never have? He would live to have it with you. He would fight for it, claw his way back from the grave if he had to. Whatever he had to do to keep you safe in his arms, he would do it.

Because you were the best thing to live for.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley fanfic #my writing

[sipsteainanxiety]

the first and last time bakugou katsuki received a solid, heartfelt confession, he was twenty-three.

of course, people have certainly crushed on him—especially once he became a pro hero and made such a huge name for himself. it didn't help that he had the looks to rival a god's, his face and body all chiseled angles and features that pronounced the ruby glow of his eyes and ash-blond of his hair. anyone with eyes knew he was handsome as hell—the only problem was when he opened his dirty, dirty mouth.

that didn't stop people from coming up to him in an attempt to spill their feelings, though.

but katsuki was... well, katsuki. he wasn't fucking dumb—he might not know how to deal with his own emotions, but that didn't mean he was fucking oblivious. he could read a room—he was perceptive. he didn't have time for people's stupid feelings. he shut them down immediately—before they could even get out a single word—not paying them any attention as he scoffed and carried on with his thunderstorm of a life. he was a goddamn hero. he had people to save, villains to fight, battles to win.

all his fans liked him for his hero persona anyways—great explosion murder god dynamight, the one to call when the toughest villain wreaked havoc on the streets. the one who went into battle with a wicked grin on his smooth face. the one who emerged victorious every single time, fist raised in the air triumphantly.

they didn't like him for him—bakugou katsuki, the one who always sat quietly in a corner to observe the people around him. the one who loved to cook in the kitchen, carefully crafting meals with rough, calloused hands. the one who woke up at the dead of night, sweating, shaking, due to the ghosts that haunted his dreams—his nightmares.

katsuki ignored it all, powering through his life surefootedly as he focused on his job, his work. he didn't let anything distract him—throw him—from his course as he aimed high enough to brush against the clouds.

but when he got confessed to by someone he was close to—someone he hadn't realized he was harboring feelings for until they stood right before him—he found himself stumbling, tripping, for once in his life.

katsuki, with all his strengths and weaknesses, had never gotten a full, heartfelt confession before—not one told directly to his face, and certainly not one he wasn't able to quickly shut down before.

it came from you—pretty, little you—with your hands wringing together as you nervously spilled out everything you liked about him. his confidence, his consideration, his sarcasm—fuck, his dumbass humor. you liked him for him, for katsuki, flaws and all. for his scars, for his fears. for the stupid fucking laugh he made, all raspy and grating. you touched his heart. you touched his soul.

and katsuki didn't know how to react.

how could he? he had never allowed himself to be put in this kind of situation before. he was shocked into silence, a flush crawling up his neck as he stood there and stared at you. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting, his throat was parched, his hands felt sweaty.

he was an asshole, yes, but he wasn't so much of one to not feel how sincere you were being. how hopeful you were as you looked up at him and told him it was fine if he didn't reciprocate. it was fine if he broke your heart—because of course you were selfless like that.

but katsuki wanted so badly to open his mouth and tell you he felt the same. he wanted so badly to give you a confession in return that ripped open his heart for you to see all that it had within. but he couldn't. he couldn't.

katsuki cared. he cared and he cared and he cared so much on the inside that he couldn't find the words to express it. he couldn't let himself be so fucking vulnerable, too afraid of what would happen. for all the strength he had, he couldn't open his mouth to tell you the words you deserved to hear.

so he gripped you by the shoulders. and he kissed you like his life depended on it—like you were the only thing that could keep him from drowning in the emotions he had no idea how to deal with after so many years of denying others and ignoring anything other than his work, his duties.

and he could only hope that you wouldn't leave his heart bleeding at his feet.

#does this make sense sdkfjhsf #i was kinda just rambling #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #throat parched hands sweaty #moms spaghetti #bakugou drabble #yes ive made that joke before what abt it

[lost-in-lamentation]

new feelings

a/n: i want to scratch behind his ears. he’d love it and i’m right about this. also what was supposed to be a short drabble ended in a mini fic. apologies.

content: nightbringer satan is a force to be reckoned with, until he meets you. featuring mammon being a good brother.

warnings: satan is (somewhat) mad.

slight angst, mostly fluff. hurt/comfort. satan x gen!reader (you/your).

word count: 1.5k.

after a long day of errands, you returned to the house of lamentation to drop off some food for the seven lords. even if they weren’t the brothers from your original timeline, you knew they caused just as much trouble as the ones you were already accustomed to living with. so, to no one’s surprise, you walked through the front door only to be greeted by a half destroyed hallway. a grimace blanketed your face as you took in your surroundings. you weren’t taken aback by how much damage was done, but rather by the sight of mammon rushing to get everything clean. “mammon,” you called out, placing the bags you were carrying down at your feet. “what happened?”

the second eldest snapped his head around at the sound of his name. you wondered if it was relief that flickered across his face when he made eye contact with you. “jeez, it’s just you. thought lucifer was home early.” he quickly returned to work, throwing pieces of what you assumed was a broken vase into a nearby trash can. “satan got mad, ended up nearly breaking the place.”

“is he okay?” you picked up your bags again, moving to drop them off in the doorway that led to the kitchen.

mammon shrugged to you from the other side of the hall. “dunno. told him that if he went to his room and calmed down, i wouldn’t tell lucifer what happened.”

the pieces clicked inside your head. “ah, that’s why you got worried when i came in.” mammon shot you a nod while he kept cleaning. “and that’s why you’re working so hard for once.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” his golden eyes flashed at the remark angrily. “tch, just don’t want lucifer yellin’ at him again. satan ends up worse than he was if lucifer starts with the lectures. now either help me or scram, you’re distracting me.”

you were glad to see that even in this timeline, mammon was still mammon. “i’m gonna go check on satan then.”

suddenly, mammon appeared directly in front of you. “oi, i don’t need ya making him more angry than he is.” you wondered what sort of thoughts the second born was having. “so… if you go, be careful. don’t say anything dumb, you hear me?!”

“i wouldn’t dare,” you replied with a smile. mammon said nothing in return, but instead gave you a huff before going to throw the broken vase away. quietly, you turned on your heel and started making your way over to the blonde's room. a part of you was worried; this satan hadn't completely warmed up to you the same way the one you knew had. of course, you were working on it, but with the way things were, satan proved to be an even harder challenge the second time around. when you arrived at his room, you debated whether to knock or to call for him through the door. satan ended up making the decision for you.

"lucifer, if that's you out there, i am going to throw every single one of my cursed books at you," satan shouted, his voice threatening.

talking through the door it is, you thought. “it’s just me,” you called, keeping your voice light. “can i come in?” you held your breath for a while, waiting and hoping for permission. satan never responded, but you heard the sound of his door unlocking. relieved, you exhaled softly, opening the door just enough to poke your head inside. “satan?” you internally cursed at the way his room was practically pitch black. his figure was barely visible, and your only guiding lights were his glinting green eyes. you shut the door behind you, locking it again so you didn’t risk the brothers (lucifer) walking in. with equal parts memory and guessing, you made your way across the room without knocking a stack of books over. “hi,” you whispered to him, crouching just a bit in front of him.

“hey,” satan whispered back after a few seconds of silence. you ignored the way his voice wavered at the end.

you waited to see if he would keep talking, but you only saw his irises disappear from sight as he closed his eyes. “can i sit next to you?”

the way his eyes fluttered open reminded you of the way you had seen black cats with green eyes in the dark. it was captivating, if you were going to be honest. distracted by how they looked, you almost missed the way his gaze darted between you and the spot next to him. you obliged happily and settled yourself next to him, making sure there was enough distance between the two of you before leaning back onto the bed frame that propped you up.

after some time, satan shifted in his position next to you. “why are you in here?” his voice was rough, almost akin to a snarl.

“i’m your attendant. i’m supposed to make sure everyone is doing okay.” you answered plainly, but satan wasn’t satisfied. you could hear the way his breath sharpened. “plus, you did agree to let me in.”

the avatar of wrath clicked his tongue, the end of his tail tapping the floor repeatedly, “you could have just asked from outside. you shouldn’t come in when i’m… like this.” satan kept his eyes trained on the ground, refusing to meet yours.

“like what, satan?”

satan stood up abruptly, forcing you to shuffle to the side and fall back onto your hands. “like this, MC,” he growled, his face hovering just in front of yours. “while i’m angry, while i barely have any control over what i’m doing or saying. why would you come here knowing that?!”

it took a moment for you to gain your bearings. his breaths were shallow, rapid, and he bared his teeth at you menacingly. slowly, you reached for your d.d.d., pulling it out of your pocket and tapping the screen awake. “you wanna see the cat i found while walking over here?”

the expression on satan’s face morphed into confusion when you pointedly ignored what he asked. “that… that’s not answering my question,” he started mumbling. the demon stared at you, his wrath slowly being replaced by hesitant curiosity. “you’re not afraid of the fact that i might rampage?”

smiling gently, you shook your head. you were still waiting for the question that the satan in your timeline would have asked. “i took some nice pictures of her. she was a really pretty blue-”

satan grabbed your hand in his, pushing it down so your phone wasn’t blocking his line of sight towards you. “you’re not afraid of me?”

there it is. you shook your head again, your free hand tugging on his to pull him down next to you. “of course not.” your hand opened to free his own, but satan only grasped onto you tighter when you tried to let go.

“why not?”

“why would i be?” you watched as the emotions danced through his eyes. hints of confusion, anger, and wonder all took their turns in his gaze. it- no, he was mesmerising. he always has been to you.

relenting, satan finally slumped into the spot next to you, his hand still holding yours tightly. his head hovered above your shoulder, and his other hand reached out, unsure of where his boundaries lay. “all of them have told you i’m dangerous. that i’m just the angry version of lucifer.” you felt him press into your side tentatively. his shaking breaths did well to betray the enraged expression he wore on his face.

“well, i think that you’re satan.” it was like your heart shattered when you heard the blonde choke up. you placed your d.d.d. on the floor, reaching up to guide his head to finally rest on your shoulder. satan flinched at the contact on his head, but soon relaxed into your touch when he felt your fingertips press into all the right spots. “you’re not so dangerous; they just don’t know how to deal with some things yet.”

satan pressed his face into you, his eyelashes tickling the side of your neck. you couldn’t help but remember why you had fallen for your own satan. “some things being me?” his question was accompanied by a light sniffle.

you pretended not to hear it. “yeah, but they’ll come around. i know they will.” you observed the way satan clenched and unclenched his fist; you remembered it as a nervous habit of his. “call it a gut feeling.” murmuring, you touched your cheek to the top of his head, testing the waters that were his emotions. when satan didn’t pull away, you fully rested your head on top of his, praying that he would accept you.

beside you, satan released a sigh that shuddered through his core. you felt him squeeze your hand one more time before he gave in to you, his entire body falling against yours. there were many things that he was feeling, but satan could only focus on the way you made him feel safe. it was new for him. the fourth born didn’t always deal well with new emotions, but maybe just this once, he’d welcome it with an open heart.

a/n: i love him i love him i lo

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan x you #satan x reader #satan x mc #satan x you #obey me hurt/comfort #aris writes 🐈‍⬛

[iqzo]

SHY GIRLS 2

(first date, conniexblackreader, delinquent connie x nerd black reader, shy reader, smut, car sex, first blowjob, fingering, connie being in love with reader, reader’s in a beautiful dress)

shy girl 1

“why can’t i take you out onna date, hm?” you slide the book back into it’s slot before peering at connie— “because, connie. i have a test tomorrow and i didn’t have time to study for it” you explained as you took another book and scammed through it, reading the description to see if it fits in with your likings.

connie sucked his teeth, “baby, you’re smart. you don’t need to study.” you smiled, “thank you. but i still have to study,” you say as you added the book onto the stack of books sitting on the wooden table—connie goads his arms finding their selves around your waist, his foot on either sides of your body carrying you over to the nearest window so he could lean your body against it— “connie,” you whispered slapping his chest, “ow baby,” he groans rubbing where you slapped him— “why you always hitting me” he pouts while his hand retracts to your waist holding you steady. “because you’re always annoying me.” you answered honestly which caused connie’s head to lift up from your shoulder.

his brown eyes stared intensely at your face. taking in every feature he loved. but the feature he adored the most was those beautiful eyes which were enhanced by that mascara you’d use—and those lips, the same lips that emitted moans of his name from the backseat of his car, those same lips that were pressed against his. they were lathered down with that lipgloss that made it look so soft.

connie wanted to kiss them, and he attempted to do, but your anxious mind took over, quickly serving your face away from his affection. “what did i tell you about kissing me randomly,” you grumbled glaring at him through those glasses. connie sighs after he takes a glance around his surroundings, “but no one’s here baby.” he said with a pout on his lips, your eyes rolled. “fine.” you grumbled causing a smile to line his lips, his hands slithers up to your neck enclosing around it with a steady not to tight grip.

his lips smushed against yours, whilst his hands travel around your body. touching, every, part—and i mean every. down to your cooter which you immediately latched onto his wrist the finger that was about to stroke your cloth pussy freezes, “connie!” you whispered once he pulls away, his wrist slipping out from your grasp you leaped off the window ledge—“my bad,” he says while shoving his hands in his pockets glancing down at the slight tent in his pants, “you are so horny,” you say as you packed away your stuff into your tote bag than slinging it over your chest, “i’m not horny, you’re just so beautiful—i can’t get enough of it, makes me wanna eat you up,” he stated as if he wasn’t inside a library right now.

your eyes widened at the words that fell from his mouth, not a single thought of him acknowledging the fact that he’s in a public place speaking like this, “do you not have no shame?” you question causing a smirk to line his lips, he trudges over to you one hand snakes itself around your waist, his lips plants a kiss on your forehead before he whispered, “not when it comes to you.” leaning back up with a grin before sliding his hands into his pockets.

you shook your head and rolled your eyes. ever since that day everything between you and connie drifted—it was once a teenager tutoring a delinquent which slowly turned into the delinquent inviting the tutor over but not to tutor, WHICH slowly but SURELY. turned into him eating you and fucking you dumb in his backseat.

staring at his back watching the muscles flex against his tight shirt from each step he took—you wondered if the marks were still there since he’d complained about how much it burned.

connie turned on his feet realizing you weren’t responding to his numerous calls of your name—“baby-woah, damn girl” he says through a light groan, you stared up from his chest before taking a quick step back. “i know, i’m too sexy. got you distracted.” he says with a cocky grin as he started flexing his muscles with poses. you stared like he had more than one head on his neck, “no i was actually staring at the stain.” he came to an immediate halt and grasp his shirt, you chortled at how determined he was to find that stain.

nearly panicking at the thought that he’s been walking around the entire school with a stain on his shirt and no one said a thing, maybe because he looks scary to even approach or bump into. “i’m just kidding,” you reply out of a light chuckle covering your mouth as connie flatly stares at you.

connie sucked his teeth, “cmon and study so i can take you out.” your neck jolts, “connie, i have a test tomorrow i can- we can leave out early, i promise.” he cuts off with reassurance, “you’ll have the time to study for that dumbass test or quiz whatever,” your eyes rolled crossing your arms on your chest staring up at your “friend”

“y’know you have that test as well right?” connie nods proudly, “yeah i’m not even going to attempt to try, i have no hopes of me passing. but cmon,” he says giving you light pats on your back beckoning you to follow behind him, “lemme take you out to dinner.”

“alright mommm,” you groaned softly at your mother who acted like she was sending you off to get married when in reality, you were just going on a date. your first date, holding up a camera she detached a hand from it and beckoned your brothers to join in “cmon, ya’ll pose for your sisters first date!” you head shakes softly seeing them follow along with what your mother said—posing with their tongues out, peace’s signs, rockstar hand gestures and everything in the posing hand gesture book. you stood beside them taking numerous glances at the clock, seeing the hand itching closer to 5:30.

“ma i gotta go. he’s going to be here any minute, now.” you say as you started pacing around the house gathering your stuff and storing it into your purse, “can we meet this young boy?” mother questioned —more like insisted, pausing when you heard that familiar car engine coming down the block, “yeah, he’s pulling up right now.” you say grabbing your house keys as the last object you needed.

you opened the front door meeting eyes with his blacked out hellcat and him leant against the passenger door legs crossed decked down in a fancy suit staring down at his phone it looked like he was about to text you just when your older brother, Mikel shouted about how cool connie’s car looked.

his head immediately darts up eyes instantly saw you in that dress, the moment his eyes landed his mouth dropped. god you look like a goddess, you were so majestic in the black dress that hugged your body sculptor perfectly and that hairstyle you wore fit right with it. “Damn bro, never knew this amount of tint was allowed.” Mikal said towards connie expecting a reply right after he spoke but he didn’t causing him to glance up—starstruck written down on his face as red started to tint his skin you performed an awkwardly shy downward smile; before you could get the chance to step down from the porch connie pushed his body off the car and made his way to his princess.

“oh?” momma says as she stood in the doorway, connie gives you a little smirk before glancing at your mother greeting her and your brothers right after.

after 10 minutes you were finally in his car, all shy playing around with the rings on your finger as you took discreet glances at him. his warm large veiny hands rest upon your thigh, rubbing them ever-so gently pushing away the anxious feeling raging inside your body.

“you look so pretty, baby.” he compliments through a soft low spoken voice. “thank you..” you blushed avoiding the gaze you knew he had on you. approaching the red light connie hand came to your chin turning than angling your head up, his lips smooched against yours emitting out a soft delicate moan from you—it was so passionate and warm you just couldn’t help but to feel a little wet down there. it’s connie! he’s the “woman pleasurer ”.

he pulls away to take a glance, those doe eyes staring up at him. pupils dilated with love, his free hand makes it way to your the side of your face cupping it, his thumb caressing your cheek.

his head leans in for another kiss just when—BEEP— slightly jumped out of his grasp at the realization snatching your head away from his connie frowns up his lips glaring at the car behind him through the side mirrors.

you took a glance at him seeing his face all cutely screwed up by frustration, it made you snort a little laugh.

connie shook his head and pressed down on the gas—after 10 minutes , you and connie arrived at the restaurant. he pulls into a park across the restaurant and stepped out—peeping from the corner of his eye he watched as you began to step out the car he quickly halts your movement, “lemme open the door for you.” he says through a smirk, your hands mindlessly sliding off the handle watching him walk around the car.

your door opens and connie’s hand reaches out for yours in an instant you latched onto it stepping out the car in your flashy beautiful dress. “god—you look so fucking sexy,” he grunts his scarred hands gripping your waist as his body pushed against yours, “conniee..” you grumbled hands planted on his chest trying to push him away, he groans.

his comely eyes glancing at every single facial detail, “we are on a time limit.” you say as your arms crossed on your chest, he inhaled deeply pulling his bottom lip into his mouth afterwards. “you look so gorgeous, mama.” he whispers completely ignoring what you had said prior. his hands resides on your waist squeezing them before his body than pushes itself against yours.

“connie—can i kiss you….please..?” comely eyes fixated upon your lips watching them glisten from the shine of your lipgloss. you sighed feeling your cheeks heat from how intense he was staring. giving in you let him do what he wanted. once he got that green light—he didn’t waste no time.

his tongue shoved down your throat as his hands roam around your body gripping every part. he was hungrily kissing you, his lips moving in unison to yours. you slapped against his chest alerting him to move, as you started to feel the air getting less and lesser in your lungs. as soon as his lips detach from yours you took a deep inhale. “oh my god connie.” he ambles back with a light smirk, “couldn’t help myself, princess.” he stated before his hands shoots out, “cmon.”

your mouth dropped when you stepped inside the restaurant, everything was covered in MONEY. it was so lavish in here that you didn’t even feel like you belonged inside. these were the type of restaurants celebs go to. a large diamond covered chandelier in the dead center of the restaurant, connie leads you to the front desk. getting the table that was already preserved, “you are connie springer, correct?” the waiter questioned, “yep, son of mr. springer.” he says through a sough, “ah yes, infamous alex springer.” he smirks tucking the pen in the pocket in his shirt, “follow me.”

your eyebrows knit, glancing up at the blonde. “what does he mean by your dad being infamous.” you questioned causing him to chuckle, “this was where he proposed to my mom and shit he was drunk as a bitch he could barely even talk without stammering and—“ connie’s shoulders shrugs mid sentence, “—he was jus everywhere.” you chortles interlocking your hands with his as you walked along the path of the red carpet.

“here you go.” the waiter smiled as he stops by a nicely decorated two seat table which sat by the large window displaying the amazing view of the city from afar.

“cmere mama.” connie says as he pulls out the seat for you, grabbing ahold of your hand he leads you over to the chair waiting until you got yourself all situated before he than moves to his seat.

“would you guys like anything to drink?” you picked up the menu the man had placed in front of you and went to the drink section.

browsing through the options, so many options, your eyes finally deciding to land on the frozen mango margarita.

you peered up at the waiter, “may i get the frozen mango margarita.” you said. the man nods his head writing down your beverage on the notepad.

he than turns his attention onto connie who couldn’t seem to reciprocate it back.

he was so intrigued by your allurements that he didn’t notice the waiter trying to gain his attention.

“s—sir?” the waiter worriedly glanced over at you, “connie.” your feet kicks at his knee snapping him out of his daze. “oh shit, my bad. i’ll take the uhh—“

jus gon skip ahead.

after you and connie had placed out your orders, you spent the waiting time on the beauty in the restaurant. instantly, getting flabbergasted the more your eyes traveled around.

connie couldn’t help but to fall even more in love.

“i feel so out of place here.” you spoke in a soft whispered way, to only where connie could hear your comment.

connie sucked his teeth watching as you fixed the dress you had on. “girl, stop. you fit perfectly in here.” you hummed glancing down at your attire before returning your gaze to connie, “are you sure?” he hummed softly as his head nods.

“here you go.” the waiter walks up with this large circular tray which was being held by his left hand as the holder was being opened by his right.

he placed the tray down and dished out your foods.

the (any order) being jostled to you along with your drink, as for the rest being handed to connie. “enjoy,” the male smiles as he situates the tray between his inner brachium and side.

he walks off leaving you two to converse over the food.

the night was going so well—so well to point where connie couldn’t seem to last any longer than he attended too. the dress you had on looked so beautiful on you, earning gazes from the males. he didn’t care about the attention that you didn’t know you were getting, because he knows he got you around his finger. if any boy other than connie were to walk up to you, you’ve would’ve ignored them.

connie knows this all too well because he was once apart of that group being vaguely ignored by you.

you seem to noticed it from the way his tongue glidesss over his pink lips, his comely eyes held a sultry look as they roamed your body. his arms folded on his chest, leg’s spreading out in the process.

the muscles that were like prisoners to the fabric of his suit, bulging out creating their own hills in the arm sleeves.

connie couldn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t horny, even if he tried too. the ‘discreet’ ‘innocent’ touches he does to your legs, rubbing them ever so gently and carefully as if it was fragile enough to even break at the simplest flick.

both hands worked up your smooth legs, he’s lucky there’s a cloth hiding his vicious act.

“connie!” you whispered leaning more closer to his side of the table, he grins. “m’sorry,” he murmured. his head resting against his palm as he spoke softly to you, “i can’t help it, i told you. you too pretty ma, i want you. nah, matter of fact. i need you.”

those simples words he spoke guides us to connie’s lips smushed against yours, his body pushing against yours which made you trapped between the car and him.

the leftovers in a plastic bag were around your wrist, you tried to maintain it from not falling but the roughness of connie’s eagerness took over.

groaning at the sweet saccharine taste of your lipgloss, which soon starts to make his pink lips shine when he pulls away.

“connie, connie, w—wait. can we get in the car first??” you muttered your lips glazing his lips, “mhm.” he hummed unlocking the car with his keys, he opened the door to the backseats of the car. “cmon, mama.” he whispered ushering you inside. he takes the bag from your wrist, in the process. as you got yourself situated his steps inside. locking the door when he was fully in.

he placed the bag in the passenger seat, slouched on the chair his legs spread wide. his hands patting on his lap, beckoning you to sit on them.

you shyly climbed onto his lap, your hands rest on his sculpture shoulders. accidentally, you grind your cunt against the raging hard on in his pants causing him to moan beneath you.

an instant heat rushed through your body, landing at your cunt. “s—sorry,” you stuttered swallowing dryly at the way he looks.

his eyes lidded with lust, “shh, it’s okay. cmere, i wanna make love to you.” he speaks softly as his tone began to lower towards the end. his hand’s gripping your chin guiding your lips to his.

once your lips touched his. his tongue instantly, slipped into your mouth. exploring it, you struggled to kiss back since he was kissing so rough and passionately.

it was nearly impossible to keep up, you were new to this and he wasn’t.

you frantically tapped against his chest, causing his lips to fall from yours. confusion written all over his olive skin, “what’s wrong, baby?” he questioned in a low tone. “you want me to teach you how t’ make out?” he asked as he hummed right after.

you nodded your head, motioning a yes to his question.

“hm, alright, cmere.” his lips calm smoothly down to yours—giving you step by step instructions as his hands travels all over your body, you moaned into the kiss as your hips subconsciously begin to runt against his pelvis.

he grunts breathlessly, he pulls away a trail of saliva locks onto you and connie’s bottom lip.

one hand resting against his chest as the next as by his waist, “fuck,” he groans his head slowly angles downward to the raging boner pressing against his pants.

“cmon, lay down baby. i wanna eat you out.” you followed his demand, laying flat on your back watching him situate himself between your luscious thighs. watching as your dress rides up your mid thigh exposing the ruffles that goes along the ends of your undies.

he groans as he scrunched up your dress by your waist, salivating at the sight of your pussy juices leaking through the fabric creating a damp spot.

he traveled a hand to your cunt, using the thumb to press against the damp surface. hearing your soft moans enter his ears, he takes his next hand discarding it from your waist to pull aside your undies exposing that glistening cunt he longed for.

nearly moaning at the sight, he wasted no time. ripping another pair of your underwear’s. you didn’t even bother to scold him from doing that, you were too busy being in the bliss to connie’s pussy eating skills.

his mouth clasped around your cunt as his tongue licks up your juices twirling around your sensitive bud earning a loud moan from you.

your hands riding through his hair gripping onto it as your back arched pushing your cunt more in his mouth. connie groans into your pussy sending vibrations through your body.

“conniee!” you cried, heavy breathing when you started to feel the feeling of his digits slowly easing into your pulsating hole.

“hmm?” peering up through his eyebrows watching as your face turned from the multiple feelings you were experiencing all over again. you bit down onto your lip feeling that all to knowing tightness in your stomach.

“i—i’m gonna cum..” you moaned which was like a call for connie’s finger to speed up. hitting that gummy spot, his lips sucking on your cunt lapping up your juices like a dog.

creating this smacking noises with his mouth. the sound of your juices mixing around with his saliva overpowers the smacking noises filling up the car and his ears which made him grow even more hard.

“i’—i-“ you failed attempts to talk made connie smirk, watching your hips stutter as well with your moans before he felt your walls clenching around his fingers squirting all over them. he licks off the remains from his fingers, watching you dead in your eye while doing so.

you swallowed dryly, breaking away from his gaze to stare at the painful bulge in his pants. you tongue clicked the roof of your mouth, “c-connie..” you muttered shyly, “hm?” he says as he gets ready to slide himself inside, “m-may i suck your dick?” connie’s eyebrows perked up, near shock to your comment.

“you wanna give me head?” he questioned which made you nod face flustered with embarrassment. he sat down on his butt, giving you room to change into a crawling position. “h—how do i do it..” you questioned sitting up on your knees, “firstly—“ he pulls out his girthy dick that had veins running through it.

his mushroom tip leaks out precum, as the base throbs for your warm cunt. “you stroke it.” he breathlessly said his eyes deliberately make their way onto your face watching your delicate hand hesitantly move towards his cock.

your hands enclosed around his length, mouth parting at the thigh clenching sound he made. “fuck, up and down baby up and down.” he guides through a soft voice, as he ejects soft moans. “tighten your grip baby—ooh, fuck jus like that baby.” he moans his head lolls back into the chair.

watching him with doe eyes, seeing his face express the pleasure you were giving him. you peered down at his cock watching his hip slightly thrust into your fist, helping him get to his orgasm quicker.

you suddenly started to feel that urge to put it in your mouth, so you did. slowly making your way down you parted your mouth, within the second of your mouth clasping around connie’s tip his head relocates catching you in the act. “bab-“ before he could even say anything he was taken aback by how nice it felt to have your lips around his tip.

it’s adorable seeing you trying to part your mouth a little more so you could take in anything past his tip, “fuck, baby,” he was just too much to take.

“baby, str-stroke faster,” he groans pushing his hips up causing you to gag, tears brimmed your eyes as you followed with his demand. stroking faster, trying to make him experience what you felt.

your lips detach from his tip with a pop you looked up at him through your eyebrows, his bottom lip tucked in his mouth, his chest heaving as he stares down lustily into your eyes. you kissed his tip, multiple times as your hands strokes his cock taking him to his orgasm.

you saw his stomach stink in indicating he was close, his moans started getting more intense and loud.

“oh, fuck y/n—i’m—fuck!” his hand find themselves resting on your face, caressing your cheeks as he reached his orgasm.

splattering his nut all over your face and his pants, he released a shaky breathing sound before he leads you back onto his lap, “fuck.” he chuckled through a light moan to when he felt your thigh rub against his dick.

“lemme help you baby.” he muttered before pulling out wipes from his pocket, as he started wiping the nut off your face you seemed to notice where his hands were. one under your chin, holding your head in place as the other held the wipe.

“there you go. now come ride this dick”

“f—fuck! connie!” you shouted as you left crescent marks on his upper back, he groans at the stinging pain. his hands gripping on your waist moving you on his inhumane cock.

“shit, baby you feel so good.” he dragged out, “i missed this fucking pussy s’much, baby.” he whispers seductively as if his dick wasn’t hitting that one spot constantly. “connie,” you whimpered as your hand ran through his hair starting from the back and up.

“yes baby, i miss you too. i couldn’t even jerk off like how i used to.” the more you hear him talk pure sweetness towards you the more wetter she was getting.

dripping out of your cunt and coated his dick, “hmm, fuck.” you moaned biting down on your lip, you couldn���t even attempt to keep your eyes open. he was deep in your guts, and i mean rearranging your insides.

drilling his dick through your pink gummy walls. you felt one hand detached from your waist and travels up your side stopping at your breast squeezing them before pitching the areola.

“cum on this dick baby, cmon.” he moves his head to your chest, his mouth clamping down on your areola sucking on it.

you felt that familiar tightness in your lower stomach, “connie, i—i’m gonna cum!” you warned slapping at his chest which made him grasp your wrist to stop, “cum baby, cmon.” he moans as he started to feel his orgasm approaching as well.

“we’ll cum together princesa,” he whispered through a moan, wrapping an arm around your body bringing you in closer. he fucks his hip into you causing your eyes to widened by the sudden change, everything happened so quick.

screaming his name as you squirted all over his cock forming a ring at the base, connie shakes beneath you. he pulls a final longing thrust making sure you received every last drop of his nut.

you picked your head up from his shoulder, breathing heavily you swallowed dryly, “fuck..” you cursed.

you were too weak to move a muscle, “aw look at you.” he smiles softly running his hands through your braids, “stop,” you grumbled laying back down on his chest. you felt the vibrations of his chuckle, “cmon baby. i gotta get you home,” he whispers whilst his hand rests on your back rubbing it smoothly.

“i wanna stay with u.” staring up with pouted lips, connie couldn’t say no. but you had a test to take tomorrow and he doesn’t want you to miss out on that, “baby, the test.” he reminds, you groaned.

“i don’t wanna take it.” he chortled. “cmon, lemme get your pretty ass home before your curfew.”

—this was lowk rushed idk 🤕, BUT i hope u enjoyed

#anime x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen #x black reader #spotify #attack on titan #armin x y/n #black reader #connie springer #iqzo<3 #aot connie #connie smut #connie x black y/n #connie x you #connie attack on titan #blackreader #x black fem reader

[dirtytransmasc]

how I think Theon would rank his siblings

Rickon - they're besties. he doesn't know how they became besties or why rickon likes him so much, but they're bff's and nothing will break that bond. is lovingly mean and teases him a lot like the good big brother he is. (there was like a 6 mi the streak where rickon would *not* sleep in his own bed and would only sleep in theon's, again, why this is, he has no clue. he didn't mind after a while. they normally watched a movie until rickon fell asleep and then Theon went about doing shit on his Xbox/computer till he fell asleep)

Arya - sassy little shit. has kicked him in the ribs. also tried to fight one of his shitty ex friends for being a dick. he respects her.

Asha - doesn't see her often. tough love. kinda mean. she's blood though and he loves her and she loves him more than she ever lets on.

Bran - kinda creepy and really stoic, but he likes to be run around in his wheel chair which is fun, and he's fun to watch movies with cause he's really quiet and won't talk like all of their siblings tend to do.

Sansa - air head, brat, mean, likes dumb girl things. (he loves her so dearly and has and would continue to maim anyone who even thinks of touching her. they just have that classic brother/sister dynamic where they "hate each other's guts" for simply existing)

Grey wind - his Bf's dog. best cuddler.

Shaggy dog - second best cuddler. likes to go on hikes on the beach with him (and rickon who runs the whole way through and then needs to be carried back to the car)

Ghost - 10x better than his owner. the goodest boy.

Lady - very polite. the goodest girl. only ranked this low because he 'hates' Sansa.

Summer - chewed one of his shoes once as a puppy. he never forgave that. does let her cuddle up with him when they're watching movies with Bran.

Nymeria - mean to him, except when she wants belly rubs.

dead brother #1

dead brother #2

All of rickon's friends

All of Bran's weird friends

Jon Snow - he's the worst of the worst. the devil himself. he could go die. (he's the closest thing Theon has to an actual friend his age and they claim to hate are constantly doing things together "for convenience" or because they "couldn't find anyone else to go with" or "Robb forced them to get along". they hate smoke and play Xbox together. they've had a shared Minecraft world since they were 8. they've fought to the blood on multiple occasions)

not featured on this list:

Robb - his boyfriend, he's not getting ranked with their siblings that's weird. if he were though he'd take second place, rickon comes first)

Edit: I made this while so sick, tired, and tripped up on cough meds that I have theon 3 dead brothers and it took me a while to realize... oops.

#(as always. don't take me seriously. he is my son and I am woobifying him. this is straying into “he would not say that” territory) #I'm just here for a good time #he's just so silly #Theon and Rickon being besties is my agenda #Jon and Theon being frenemies is my other agenda #throbb #theon greyjoy #jon snow #robb stark #rickon stark #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #modern au obviously #everythings fine and we're not miserable au obviously #asoiaf

[svnny-days]

The First Snow

pairing: luke castellan x gn!reader

w.c: 1k (got a tad carried away, oh well)

content: fluff?, gn!reader, reader is a little… dumb(?), not in camp... or canon tbh, it snowed !, established relationship, there's like... two swear words, readers favorite color is green because that's my favorite color (duh)

warning: not edited, i was writing it literally right before i went to bed so if something doesn't make sense... ignore it <3 I also got the idea for this from a prompt generator, so 🤷🏻‍♀️

For the past couple of days you have been wanting to go to your boyfriend’s home, but it’s been snowing. And it’s been a little while since the two of you had last seen each other, since you’re too busy with school work and your jobs. So, when you finally got a proper day off, you jumped at the opportunity to visit and relax with your lover.

Now, instead of walking to the front door and being a normal person, you decided to have a little fun with all the good packing snow around you. You had made a small snowball and thought it’d be a good way to get your boyfriend’s attention if you threw it at his bedroom window. You giggle to yourself at the thought of his confused face after you throw it and it makes a loud ‘thud!’ on the glass. You take a second to compose yourself before aiming and… there’s no thud. No indication of the snowball hitting anything for that matter. You look down at your hand and find it empty before turning back to look at the window where your snow-covered boyfriend, Luke, is now staring at you with a blank face, “What… Is wrong with you?” 

“Ah! Sorry, I didn’t think your window was open! It was supposed to be this cute thing, I was gonna throw the snowball at your window and supri-” You’re cut off by him laughing. He was laughing? Your brows furrow together as you move closer to the window, to him, and notice the lack of screen. Then you notice the rest of his room, it’s cozy looking with all the decor and dark, navy blue sheets and blankets on his bed. “You… You’re not mad, right?”

“No sweetheart, I’m not mad,” He shakes his head and helps you in through the window before closing it for good. His curly, brunette hair sags and drips a bit from the now melted snow, “I just can’t believe you thought it’d be a good idea to throw that instead of tapping on the window or knocking on the front door,” there’s a hint of amusement in his voice as he takes a seat back on his bed, binders and books sprawled on the blue sheets, some wet from the snow and others untouched completely.

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU HAD IT OPEN WITH NO SCREEN?” 

“You could’ve actually looked?” He responds with a cheeky grin gracing his features. 

“Oh whatever, Castellan,” You roll your eyes and plop down on his bed beside him. Your eyes scan his room, taking in your surroundings. As you look around you notice a familiar bracelet sitting on his semi-cluttered desk, “Is that the friendship bracelet I made you… when was that? 3 years ago?” You take notice of the way his cheeks flush and he hesitates to answer your question. You shake your head in response as you work to move his books and papers off his bed, “Look, I don’t care that you kept it, but gods it hurts my eyes to look at.”

“Are you calling your own handiwork an eyesore?”

“Yes! Because it is!”

“Nuh uh.”

“Did you just say nuh uh?” You shake your head at him as you set his stuff down on his desk, swiping the bracelet in the process. You move back over to his bed and reach for his hand, gently sliding the piece of crappy handmade jewelry onto his wrist, “If I wear mine 24/7, you have to wear yours all the time too.” 

His face contorts to a look of confusion as his eyes move from your face to your wrist where he sees the matching bracelet to the one you placed on him, “You… You actually wear yours?”

“Well yeah! Why wouldn’t I?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Well I just thought that…” His voice trails off as he fails to find the right words. You look at him expectantly as your hands motion for him to ‘spit it out.’ Luke lets out a soft sigh before shaking his head, his brown curls bouncing with the motion, “I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d keep it.”

“Luke, honey, we’ve been dating for what… a year now? Do you seriously not know me that well? What’s my favorite color?”

“Isn’t it forest green?”

You smile at him and press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek, “Okay, I guess you can have a pass this time.”

“Oh yay. How lucky of me! I looooove freebies,” Luke rolls his eyes, the sassy man apocalypse got this one too… You shake your head at him and sigh while ruffling his hair with a smile. And that’s how the two of you decide to spend the rest of the day. Bickering, throwing sass, and making the smallest things out to be bigger than they are because that’s just how you two are.

Hours later, the sun was starting to set, making the sky explode in beautiful shades of pinks and oranges. “You still never explained why your window doesn’t have a screen in it, or why it was open. I mean do you seriously need your window open when it’s 5 degrees outside?” You ask as you look up at him from your spot in his arms. The warmth of the blankets and his body wrapped around yours are enough to lull you to sleep but you fight it back, forcing your eyes open. Luke’s chest rumbles as he laughs softly in response to your question. “Let’s just say a little birdy told me you’d try to come over today,” 

“So you’re telling me you took the screen out of your window and left it open for gods know how long because a quote unquote little birdy told you I was coming?” 

“That’s what I said, yeah.”

“Sometimes I wish you could just tell me the truth!”

“I AM telling the truth,” Luke huffs and sits up, the blankets around you moving with him as he disentangles from you. You sit up too, following the warmth of his body in a desperate need for it to be wrapped around you once again. “You just don’t want to listen to me because I sassed you one too many times.” 

“You wish!”

“Oh so now you want a sass off, is that it?”

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #pjo series #percy jackson series #luke castellan pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #i love him so much #i can fix him #hes so babygirl #i want him

[wildemaven]

Sweet Creature: Chapter Six

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

WC: 4511

Warnings: 18+ Blog; mentions of food and drinks, unwanted touching, self doubt, pining, two dumb dumbs navigating fEeLiNgS, reader has a nickname but has zero descriptive features, fluff, like always please let me know if there’s anything I missed.

A/N: This chapter!! I think it’s just been a week for me, dealing with minimal sleep and a teething babe— I was near giving up on it. But, it’s done! Wrote out a good portion of it and then hated it so I rewrote it and then ending up going in a completely different direction— but I like where it ended up going. Thanks again for all the love and kind words on this series!! Only 4 more chapters to go!! Adding: Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for beta’ing this labor of love and all her support and help as I write this!

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An endless loop of vivid thoughts frequent your weary mind— starting early in the morning and well into the evening. 

Dieter, his stupid handsome face and the way he has you falling for him, your brain in a constant flustered state. 

You keep mulling over the possibilities of allowing yourself to be vulnerable, open to the idea of something growing between you and Dieter. 

Each alternative has its advantages and risks. 

Leaning into your feelings and granting Dieter access to the thing you’ve spent years guarding, trusting that he will stand alongside you as you fully open your heart to a chance at a future together. 

But what if he doesn’t want the same things as you?? You contemplate if settling for just his friendship is enough, never pursuing the growing connection between you, accepting him in your life but always at an arm's length. 

Dieter’s impending departure has you a mess, your growing feelings for him only making it worse. 

“Are you still there sweetheart?” 

“Yeah— Sorry Mom, I’m still here.” You assured her, finishing up the rest of your makeup as you get yourself ready for the Capri Hotel’s big event. 

“You sound so far away. What’s bothering you?” 

“Ugh. I don’t even know where to begin Mom. None of it’s really all that bad, just a lot at once I guess.”

“Well, I’m here to listen if you need to get it off your chest.” 

Moments like these, you wished she lived closer, missing your kitchen conversations at the end of a long day. No matter how depleted she was after work, she made dinner with a smile and sat for as long as you needed her to, her shoulders always carrying the weight of your heart when needed. 

“Just trying to keep it together most days. School has been busy, end of year things have me drained. Then there’s the whole gallery thing, it has me stressed I won’t be ready for the showing. I’ve finally managed to get a chunk of my pieces painted and prepped— I have like 5 more to do. And I’m sad it’s closing, I only have a few classes left there.” You pause for a moment, you hadn’t intended on an emotional dump when you called your Mom, just wanted to check in and say hello. “It’s all good things though, so I don’t even know why it feels overwhelming, I guess I feel like I’m going to let someone down somewhere along the way.”

“Hmm. Well, I know how hard you are on yourself, but I also know how hard you work— especially when it involves all the things you love. You’re going to get through it all! I believe in you.”

Her voice feels like a warm embrace as it drifts through your phone, the stress already feeling like it has lifted a bit with her reassurance. 

“So, how are things with your guy? Any new things on that front?”

“Well, he’s not my guy.” Chuckling at her abruptness. “I feel like we’re in a good place now— he feels like a close friend that I’ve known my whole life. And the more time we spend together, the more I—“

“The more you what?”

“I don’t even know, Mom. Like there’s these things he does, I don’t know if he’s just being nice or what, but he does these little things that make me so happy. He brings me coffee in the mornings when he drops his niece off at school, leaves little notes for me on the cups— I save them Mom, I have a stack of these coffee cups in my kitchen.”

You hear a muffled hum, her signal that she’s already preparing her response to what you have to share, but allowing you to continue. 

“He came to one of my classes, and you know what he did? He painted a portrait of me— who does that?! And now, we text each other all the time and I can’t stop smiling when his name pops up on my phone, because I can’t stop thinking of him. Then he gave me this cute nickname that makes my insides turn to goo any time he says it and I— I…”

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah— I do.”

*

The air is dry, heat waves dancing across the scorching cement, an array of popular songs blaring from the DJ booth situated on the green lawn adjacent to the hotel’s pool deck. 

The re-grand opening celebration of The Capri in full effect. 

The hotel had been drawing in plenty of guests after the renovation, rooms booked out regularly, a quintessential tourist destination for the small town. Its mid-century design of wood, natural tones and pops of color paired with the sleek modern aesthetic throughout the hotel’s property was beginning to be recognized by many publications, all looking to showcase the hotel’s unique style in upcoming pieces. 

The hotel’s name, big white block letter signage, sits atop the covered entryway. A parked yellow Chevy Deluxe adds to the ambiance of the building’s timeless look. 

Giant palm trees and tropical-esque plants in terracotta pots decorate the grounds of the hotel. Small gardens with intimate seating had been strategically placed for optimal usage. A large lawn space in the back was draped in string lighting and had the perfect view of daily sunsets. The pool itself was a perfect backdrop for a day of relaxing, vintage woven lawn chairs and oversized umbrellas lined each side of the large pool surrounded by lush greenery. 

Dieter was able to snag a chair early on, perks of knowing the hotel owner, the umbrella shade blocking enough of the sun to make the extremely warm weather bearable. 

He’s trying his best to enjoy himself, knowing he’s doing Diem a favor keeping an eye on Wren while she’s running around doing her hotel-party hostess duties, but the growing crowd of guests and invitees feel more overwhelming, reminding him of the elaborate Hollywood parties he’s attended. 

Only a few people have stopped to ask for autographs or pictures, slightly surprised there’s still a fan base that has an interest in him these days. 

“How come they don’t want me to sign their papers? I know how to write my name too!” Wren, her voice tinged with a pouty tone, says from where she’s lounging on her chair next to him. 

“I don’t know, Birdie. Next time, you can sign your name too, seems only fair.”

“Okay. I can draw a heart for them too.”

Wren, satisfied with the compromise, goes back to sipping on her iced lemonade and watching one of her shows on her iPad, zero interest in what's going on around her. 

“How’s she doing?” Diem asks as she sits on the edge of the Wren’s chair, placing another lemonade on the small accent table between the two of them. 

“She’s good, wanted to take a break from swimming for a bit. You, umm— hear from Poppy yet?” 

“Why? You finally going to tell her you’ve got it bad for her??” 

Grateful his sunglasses are dark enough to block the eye roll intended for Diem, he glances over to see Wren still absorbed into her show then back to Diem and whispering a low -fuck off- accompanied with a playful middle finger. 

“She texted me a bit ago, said she was running late, but would be here soon— Oh! Speak of the devil, look who just arrived. I’m going to go say hi and I’ll send her over so you can tell her how much you’ve missed her.” Diem’s menacing voice earns her another middle finger from Dieter, leaving him to greet you properly. 

Dieter catches sight of you weaving through the pack of bodies meandering around the pool, taking in how your face lights up the minute you see Diem welcoming you with a hug, both of you embracing each other as if you hadn'tnd just hung out days prior. 

He’s seen you in your casual clothes outside of school before. Usually a pair of favorite jeans and t-shirt, a sundress sprinkled in on warmer days, but something about seeing you in a bathing suit and shorts has his brain short-circuiting almost instantly. 

Tilting his head forward, his pointer finger pulling his sunglasses slowly down the bridge of his nose. He’s completely taken aback, mesmerized by you, noting every little detail—  your captivating features that make him absolutely weak, every delicate curve so perfectly placed, each flaw you try so hard to hide merely a perfect addition to your allurement. 

The second you and Diem turn in his direction, he’s shaken out of his trance, trying to focus on anything to make his blatant staring seem less obvious. 

“I see an open chair next to Dieter, do you think he’ll mind if I hang out with them?” You point to the open space next Dieter, who is helping Wren navigate something on her iPad. 

Unfortunately, as you say it, you notice a beautiful woman sitting in the lounger you were inquiring about. You try your best to keep the tinge of jealousy concealed, the last thing you want is to draw any sort of attention to your feelings for Dieter at this time. 

“Never mind, I’m sure I’ll find somewhere to set my stuff.” There’s a subtle hint of sadness in your eyes, avoiding watching the women openly flirt with him. 

“Babe, you good?” Diem sensing the shift in your demeanor instantly. Peering back at Dieter to see the interaction he’s having with the woman, who now has her hand on his arm, caressing it as she tilts her head and openly ogles him— her fake laugh is a dead give away that she only sees Dieter for his Star Status and nothing more. 

“Yeah— y-yeah, I’m good.” Forcing a somewhat convincing smile. 

“Hey, I’ve got to go check on catering, make sure everything is running on time and then I’m going to grab Wren for her nap— the last thing I need is a 6 year old meltdown. Don’t worry about her, she doesn’t really seem like his type anyways. We’ll catch up in a bit.” Giving you another hug, letting it linger for a minute, then Diem takes off in the direction of the catering truck. 

You’re left standing there, feeling exposed and alone among a sea of strangers. Nervously scanning anywhere but in the direction of where Dieter and the woman are clearly flirting. You contemplate what an appropriate amount of time to spend here would be, before slipping out unnoticed. 

It reminds of you showing up to a middle school dance, dressed in the new fancy dress you picked out for the special occasion in hopes of seeing the cute boy, who’s name you spent most of the school year scribbling in your notebooks. Only to walk into the dimly lit and poorly decorated gymnasium to see he is with the head cheerleader and they’re both making heart eyes at each in the middle of the dance floor. 

Part of you wants to shrink into the shadows of the crowd, ruminate over the signals you read completely wrong this whole time. Dieter was just being nice, friendly— at no fault of his. You blame yourself for thinking he might have some interest in you, reading into the little details and thinking that you were even his type— clearly far from it. 

An up tempo song blasts through the speakers, amping the tone of the party up and pulling you out of your brief moment of sulking. 

Friends. Just friends. Dieter and you are friends and that has to be enough for you. 

You head in the direction of the open bar, hoping an ice cold beverage will help unburden your angsty thoughts. 

“We should hang out sometime!” Dieter cringes at the advances this random woman keeps making towards him. 

If this wasn’t his sisters hotel, he’d probably wouldn’t feel bad in being harsh and telling this woman to fuck right off. But he doesn’t want to cause a scene, not knowing how she would react to his rejection. 

“Umm, I don’t know— I’ve got a lot going on right now.” Let her down easy. 

“Oh come on! You’re not doing anything, you just got out of rehab— and they’ve got you trapped in this boring town too. I’m sure we could find something fun to do together. I know a few parties are happening in WeHo coming up, I can make a few calls— get some treats to liven things up.” Her hand still fondling his arm. 

He winces at her crass comment, a reminder of why he chose to escape the acrimonious world of Hollywood. 

He doesn’t have a single regret about being here in Ojai either, he enjoys its simplicity and is starting to feel like he could see himself here long term. 

“Look, I’m sure you're nice and all— but I’m not interested.” 

“Okay, well we can do something else then. How about we go back to my room, I’m staying here.” Wiggling her hotel key between her fingers. 

She’s clearly not grasping at the obvious hint Dieter is giving her. 

“No, I’m not interested in your room or you.” He says politely, grabbing her hand and removing it from his arm. 

“What do you mean?!”

“He has a girlfriend, lady!” Wren piped up in Dieter’s defense. 

“Wait! You have a kid? And a girlfriend?”

“No— to both things.” 

“God, rehab made you so fucking boring.” She scoffed, offended by his sobriety and his lack of interest in her. 

“Okay, so what we’re not going to do is that, my niece is right here. You can go now.” 

She didn’t hesitate at his request, grabbing her things and walking away— pretending to be unbothered by the rejection. 

“Sorry about that Birdie. Some people are just—“

“Weird!”

“Yeah, weird. Hey, Birdie?”

“Yeah.”

“I know you think Poppy is— she’s not my girlfriend, we’re just friends. So, let’s maybe not call her that anymore okay?” Although, he likes the way the two words mix together in the same sentence. 

He worries it’s going to slip in your presence, he knows wren means no harm by it, but he would hate for you to feel uncomfortable if you ever were to hear her say it. 

“Mhmm.” Her non-committal response earns her a laugh, fully focused on her show like nothing ever happened. 

Dieter takes in the lively atmosphere around him. Laughter emanating from the party guests gathered in small groups around the pool, a carefree crowd dancing throughout the lawn area, smiles plastered on everyone’s faces— he couldn’t be more proud of Diem and all she has accomplished. 

Readjusting the collar of his colorful half buttoned shirt, Dieter settles back into the chair, letting the sun kiss every bit of his exposed skin. 

“How are things going over here?” Diem quietly asked, pulling Dieter from his ruminative thoughts. 

Diem scoots Wren’s listless legs over to allow room for her to sit down, leaning over she grabs the device from her tiny sleepy hands, Wren’s little head nodding as she struggles to keep her drowsy eyes open. 

“No complaints, looks like you had a good turnout. I’m really proud of you Diem, not just all of this,” His hand pointing around to her accomplishments on display in the form of a successfully running hotel and her well executed re-grand opening festivities. “But with Wren too. I’m glad that I got this chance to be with you both.”

“Don’t go getting all sappy on me—“ Her voice wobbly and soft as she beams at his acknowledgment of her dedication to her work and Wren. “Thank you. And I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off without your help.”

Dieter nods, mirroring her heartfelt gratitude. 

“Have you seen Poppy? I saw you both talking earlier.” He hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate, wanting to know your whereabouts, if you’re okay and why you’re not here— with him. 

“She didn’t make it over?” His brows draw together, shaking his head slightly. Her nose wrinkled at the realization of why you hadn’t come over. 

“What?” 

“She saw you and your— little friend earlier, I don’t know for sure, but she seemed somewhat saddened by it. I’m surprised she didn’t come over though.” 

“Shit! I gotta go. You good with her.” He stands abruptly, an unnerving feeling creeping up from his chest, hoping you didn’t mistake what you saw for anything but an awkward fan interaction. 

“Yeah, go. I’m going to go put her down in my office.” Scooping up Wren’s sleeping frame. “Dieter?” 

He turns back to her calling his name, hands flexing at his side, a nervous tick of his, as he waits for what Diem has to add. 

“You should tell her.” 

He’s not sure why it’s so difficult to find someone in a somewhat enclosed area. His eyes scanning every ecstatic face as he sidesteps through conversations anchored in effervescent exuberance, a stark contrast from his growing collection of spiraling thoughts. 

If he could just find you, explain the situation to you in its entirety. 

Explain how he truly feels. 

How you'rer his first thought when he wakes in the morning, the giddy anticipation of seeing how beholden you are as he hands you the coffee he picks up from the bakery Wren and him stop at before school, how he takes in the way you tilt your head just enough to read the ridiculous notes he scribbles on the sides of each cup, “Have a Brewtiful Day!” “Better latte than never.”—each one extracting the most intoxicating laugh. 

How he looks forward to seeing your face light up at his stupid jokes, never once admitting how horrible you think they are. 

How you’re an added reason for him to want to be sober, never wanting to be on the receiving end of your disappointment in him. He wants that rewarding experience of seeing how proud you are of him. 

And how he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms— morning, noon and night, keeping you as close as he possibly can, terrified that you’ll disappear the moment he lets you go. 

His world seems to come to a standstill, everything he had been working up the courage to tell you, drained from his mind instantly. 

Utterly shattered by the sight of you. 

That smile of yours, paired with a full body laugh, directed at the man standing next to you. Your hand holding the top of his oversized bulging bicep as his large hand gently cups your elbow, leaning into each other as you both exchange words. 

A reality he hadn’t even considered in the time he spent looking for you— you being happy with someone who isn’t him. 

Crushed. 

Confused. 

Broken. 

It’s a dizzying sensation. A chance lost— or so he thinks. 

Rubbing his hands against his shorts, removing the evidence of his anxious response to seeing you wrapped up in what looked like an intimate conversation, his head still in a fogged state of shock. 

He manages to will his body to move from where he’s been standing. His jaw ticks anxiously, surrounded by bodies dancing around his blurry peripherals. Releasing a deep sigh, he looks back to you once more, looking for what he hopes is closure. 

Instead, he catches the moment the man you’d been friendly with, gesturing a goodbye as he retreats from the space he’d been sharing with you. 

Dieter watches the way your expression morphs from bright and bubbly to soft and muted the minute you're alone, leaning against the cocktail table with your face tucked into your shoulder, closing yourself off from everything and everyone. 

“Mind if I join you?” Dieter calmly approaches you, still holding on to the single thread of hope that he didn’t lose his chance. 

“Hey! Of course you can.” Your face instantly lights up at the sight of him, patting the open spot on the table, genuinely welcoming him to be with you. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” 

“What do you mean?” A line appears between your brows, shifting your body to fully face him with one arm still draped over the table top, your fingers casually drawing shapes onto the silky thin table cloth. 

“The guy, I saw you talking to him— looks like he works out, a lot— the man is very hot.” Words fumbling out of his mouth, as he points back in the direction he thinks he saw the muscular guy head in. “I just mean, I don’t want to interrupt if there’s something potentially happening there.”

Your lips pressed together in an attempt to fight off the urge to laugh. 

“What?”

“There was nothing happening there, like at all. That was Dan, he’s a good friend and he comes to classes at the gallery. I’d offer to introduce you two, since you think he’s so hot, but he just got back from his honeymoon— with his equally hot husband. We were just catching up.” 

Dieter winces at your explanation of who the man was, feeling like an idiot for so foolishly assuming you were falling for the guy. 

“Besides, he’s not really my type.” You state boldly with your head cocked to the side, one eye squinting to block the sun rays as you take stock of the way the sunlight tangles in his hair. 

“Where’s your friend from earlier? She was really pretty. You both really seem to be hitting it off earlier.” Keeping your tone neutral, looking down at where your fingers are now pulling at a loose thread on the tablecloth, preparing yourself for how his response is definitely going to wreck you. 

His hand settles next to yours, his fingers nervously tapping onto the hard surface. 

“Actually, I have no clue who she was— didn’t even ask for her name, didn’t want to know it either. Sure, she was pretty and maybe in different circumstances I might have been interested in her… She was pissed though when I turned her down, I actually had to tell her to leave.”

“Really— Why?” Your attention drawn back up to where he’s still studying you, his brown eyes locked with yours, now etched in a glistening golden light from the setting sun. 

He lifted his shoulders in a gentle shrug, taking a deep breath as he looked at you, “She just isn’t who I’m interested in.” 

When you think back to when you were growing up, constantly daydreaming about what it would feel like the moment you realized you were in love, and if it would feel as good to have that same feeling reciprocated back to you, by someone who wholeheartedly felt the same way. 

You decide that this is that moment, and it’s even better than you imagined it would be. 

Dieter’s eyes drift over to the table, his hand slowly inching closer to yours, the light brush of his fingers over the top of your hand is electric, your breath catching as he begins to intertwine his fingers with yours. 

His thumb, tender as it slowly smooths over the ridges of your hand, glancing back to you to make sure that there’s no sign of discomfort in your face— you squeeze your fingers, a silent ‘I’m more than okay with this’. 

A breeze picks up, his hair tousling around as it blows through where you both are standing. You lift your free hand to swipe the hanging curls out of his face, your fingers taking liberty to rake through his downy hair, each curl bouncing back into place. 

“What’s your type then?” It’s menacing the way his husky voice cuts through the steady silence, encouraging you to share with him. 

“Hmm…Tall, funny, sweet, driven, pretty— like really fucking pretty. Also has to answer to Uncle Dude in the presence of a sweet little 6 year old. Know of anyone who might fit that description?”

He nods along as you list off each quality, his eyes lighting up at mentioning good-looking. 

“That’s quite the list.” He quips, your breathy laugh prompting a lopsided grin from him. “So— pretty, huh?”

“Yeah— really fucking pretty.” Your words are drawn out in a sincere manner, noting the way his eyes crinkle a little at the compliment. 

Dieter’s hand nestles at the base of your neck, drawing your body closer to him. His touch potent and satisfying, as he commits to memory the way your skin feels beneath his fingertips, gliding them down your bare spine leaving goosebumps in their wake— his gaze never leaving yours. 

“You’re interested in someone?” The answer seems obvious, but you want to hear it from him. 

“Poppy, you gotta know it’s you—“ He utters earnestly with both of his hands now cupping your cheeks, watching the way your lips part as he leans in closer. “I lo— like you so fucking much Poppy, you’re the only one I’m interested in.”

The way he started to say that he loves you, it feels like you might float away, anchoring your hands on his wrists. Everything tingles in your stomach, he’s so close, his breath fanning over your lips. Your lashes flutter as he slowly angles your face, his nose brushing against yours. 

It’s a whirlwind of energy drifting between both of you, building intensity with each passing second, the finality of the moment bound to be explosive. 

Tiny hairs of his mustache grazing the underside of your nose. The top of his lip begins to settle over yours, it’s pillowy weight slowly meeting your—

*RING RING RING*

“Fuck!” The word vibrates across your upper lip at the vexing sound of Dieter’s phone ringing, offensively interrupting the flow of your almost kiss and urging him to answer it. 

“I swear, if that’s Diem—“ A picture of Diem and Wren lights up the phone screen, his thumb swiping across to accept the call, he stands to his full height as he presses the device to his ear. “Hey, what’s up?… Okay… Yeah…Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute then… Love you too, bye.” Dieter ends the call and shoves his phone back into his pocket. 

The entire phone conversation, his focus remains on you. His free hand never leaves the side of your face, thumb stoking across the warmed apple of your cheek—Your hand still holding on to him, the cadence of his heart-rate is rapid against your palm. 

“Diem?” 

“Yeah, she said Wren wanted to go home. She has to stay for another hour or two, make sure things close out here before she can head home.” He explains, zero annoyance detected in his face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m perfect.” You say  softly, an airy smile spreading across your face. “What do we do now?”

Dieter takes in your question, so many answers floating around in his mind, but none of them feel sufficient enough at this moment, wanting to properly share everything he’s been feeling without being rushed or interrupted. 

He leans back into your space, his lips pressing a chaste kiss between your brows before resting his forehead against yours. 

“We’ll figure it out as we go.”

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[phantombstone]

OFF THE MASK! | GHOST X READER

You've been trying to take off his mask for some time. You're so curious to see his features that you constantly ambush him - but of course he beats you on time, giving you an eye roll in addition and commenting on the lack of preparation behind your attacks.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

TW: None.

WC: 1704.

The plan was actually really simple: you stand on a chair right behind the entrance door, he enters, you jump on him, he's surprised, you grab his mask, he's still confused, you pull away the mask, take a quick look at his face and then run for dear life hoping he doesn't catch you.

As simple as children's ambushes, but much more dangerous.

And you firmly believed you could fool his grumpy stoic ass, you really did.

But no. There was no way the great, invincible Ghost could be unmasked by you or anybody else against his personal will.

You had to admit that, too, at a certain point. But it hurt your pride. Especially since your plan was going so smoothly... until he appeared, that's it.

You heard him fiddling with the keys in the lock, so you got ready behind the door, climbing onto the chair that you had already positioned where you needed it and prepared yourself to jump on him as soon as he entered.

He opened the door, taking a single step inward and bending to the ground not even half a second later - but you had already jumped.

"Sly fox, dumb bunny", he said with his chiseled British accent, getting back on his feet.

"Oh, shut up".

The worst thing - that crushed your pride even more - was the fact that he not only avoided your flying attack, but also managed to catch you before your body hit the ground, resulting in you getting hurt. What a damn gentleman...

You could feel him smirking under his balaclava. He was literally radiating victory vibes, and you, drowning in defeat, deeply hated it.

"Simon Riley, you're a fucker", you grunted under your teeth.

"If you really want to see my face, just plan better your moves. Don't skip the details like you always do", he said like nothing. "But don't feel too bad when you fail. At this, at least". And with that, he entered the building and disappeared down the halls in search of food, openly declaring that he was "fucking hungry" and needed a "fucking shower".

You thought about ambushing him another time - the second, that day, even if it wasn't your personal record - just after his shower. You would have silently waited for him to exit the blurred box in a cloud of steam covered by a towel, given him a look and then you would have disappeared without even being noticed.

But he knew it. The bastard knew it.

He was waiting for you, and as soon you opened the door of the bathroom, he was there with the movable shower hose in hand, pointed towards you. He turned the water on to full power and smiled. Again, you didn't see it, but he smirked. And it was a smirk of pure evil, you felt it. His dark eyes were expressing all his proud cockiness.

"Pervert", he commented.

You were shocked, but he was clearly having fun.

At that point, you didn't even care anymore about the water. You just charged straight towards him trying to save what could be saved and he dropped the hose, ready to catch you and cage you in his arms - which he did before you could even just grab an inch of his mask.

You shook your legs and entire body but he didn't let you go. In fact, he lifted you bodily and let out a pleased sound.

"Come on, just take the damn mask off!", you said arching your back like a misbehaved, possessed child.

"No way".

"Ghost!", you shouted, your voice full of rage of defeat, and he chuckled.

He carried you out of the bathroom and put you down right in front of the door, then he told you with his typical sarcastic tone "Restrain yourself, I'm still too shy for you to join me" while walking back and shutting the door behind him. This time you heard the click of the lock.

Your cheeks were burning. And you were soaking wet. A pool was forming under your feet, but you stayed there nonetheless. You were stunned and annoyed because if you told people how really Simon was, they would just give you the "are you sure?" look. But here he was. What a pain in the ass.

"Still hoping to enter?", he shouted from inside the bathroom. You could here the water falling from the hose now.

"Fuck you". And with that, you stepped away with your face and ears as red as blood.

That episode managed to keep you away from him for the rest of the evening and even the day after.

Days were just like that between you and him when you were both staying at the base. At times you were sent on a mission together, and in those moments you were practically the best and worst duo.

You knew when you could afford to play and joke and when to stay silent and serious, when you were free to try to kill each other and when you had to collaborate in extreme proximity.

You could be eachother's dearest companion or most awful enemy, there was no in between. And you borderline loved and hated it at the same time.

Some days after the routine returned to its normality: you trying to win against him, he who actually won every time.

Except one. But it was enough to end this whole cycle.

It wasn't a "real" victory since he just seemed to give up at a certain point, but you treasure that memory as a glorious triumph anyway.

On the day in question, you didn't attack him to try to uncover his face like you always did. In fact, the thought of apologizing to him had been brewing in your head for days. You even felt a little guilty towards him: he clearly didn't want to show himself, but you forced it anyway. Maybe it was time to put your childish side away.

And Simon, on the other side, who should have been happy about that, wasn't. He cared about you, a lot. If he didn't, you would have know at the very beginning of your first days together at the base. So why did he have to be so secretive towards you? He trusted you, so maybe he should have proven it better to you.

It was evening, just before a nocturne mission in which both you and Simon were involved; the whole team was making the final preparations but you and him were already ready to go. But there was something troubling the both of you and that something had to come out as soon as possible. It was weighing at the bottom of your stomach. What if the mission failed and you had no more possibilities to say it?

This time was dangerous. The whole team was meticulously prepared, but what if? Just, what if?

So you tried to catch his attention. His deep brown eyes were already looking at you. He was just about to ask you if you needed something when Soap called your names and told you to get into the truck because it was time to leave.

"What is it?", asked Ghost while walking towards the vehicle.

"Just wanted to say sorry for trying to uncover your face so many times. I realised it was rude of me", you said feeling the guilt arise, looking down.

He didn't give you a proper response, there was no time left. But his eyes were full of unspoken words. Unfortunately you didn't catch them right away.

He managed to tell you "Just try to make it out of this alive", though, which preannounced that you would have resumed the conversation once the mission was over.

Later that night, you found him bleeding right behind a corner of the building you had broken in. He would have made it, he wasn't deeply hurt, but you still worried. You immediately called for help and were told that they would have arrived at your location in about ten minutes.

You gave him first aid and then sat down next to him, loaded rifle in hand to defend yourselves from any enemies - even though they should all have been neutralized by then.

He put his head on your shoulder and you you tilted yours over his. You stared at the dirty floor for a while in silence, until he broke it.

"About before the mission...", he coughed in discomfort. "You don't have to be sorry. I should have proved you that I trusted you way sooner. In any case...".

He raised his head and brought his hand up to his throat. He grabbed an edge of his balaclava and raised it a little, then looked at you, who were following his moves with your eyes, in silence. You clearly wasn't expecting this from him.

"Maybe you want to do it", he said. You could see part of his lips now: they were curved in a slight smile. He took your hand and brought it to the same edge of the balaclava he was holding, grimacing at the pain of the wound, which grew stronger with every movement he made.

Before indulging him you made sure he was okay.

Then, you lifted his mask until - finally - his face was completely revealed.

You stared at him, dazed, not wanting to miss even a second of that mythical event. His facial features were marmoreal and soft at the same time. He was covered in old, pearly scars, but he was so beautiful. His blonde hair - him, a blonde? Who would have ever guessed? - was short, but still not as short as that of the rest of the military.

You had to compose yourself, your eyes were stuck on him and in his face it was starting to form that annoying smirk of his that you always perceived, even if you didn't see it. It was just like you had imagined, maybe a little worse in terms of nuisance.

"Like what you see?", he joked.

You coughed, re-emerging from the train of thoughts in your mind, and with the falsest tone of voice you tried to hide (miserably failing), you said "You look like a shrew".

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[velvetydream]

꒰ :🌹 [ Motion sickness of a Dragon Slayer ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : It was already the second day of the grand magic games and you seriously didn't understand why they let Sting compete in the race. So now you had a sick Dragon Slayer on your hands, who was way to stubborn to admit it was a stupid idea to not let Orga or Yukino go.

Pairing : Sting x Gn! Reader

Word count : 625

Genre : Fluff

➵ Warnings ;

a/n : I can barely find Fairy Tail content, so now I've made it my resposibility to write fors this awesome show, starting with my all time favorite boy.. Sting! <3

I also just finished the grand magic games arc, so perfect to write for Sting!

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Why did he have to be so stubborn? It would have been much smarter to let one of the others compete.. But no that dumb ass with the adorable smile had to go up against Fairy Tails Natsu Dragneel and Gajeel Redfox. You understood that he wants to beat Natsu, the one he looked up to for years.. But did it really have to be in a race on moving carts?! Jiemma was so mad, Sting and the whole team couldn't allow themselves another slip up, or the whole guild would feel his rage.

“Sting it's me, I'm coming in.” Entering his room in the inn the guild was staying at, he was laying on his side, clutching his stomach. Beside his bed a little bucket just in case. Well at least it was good to know Sting and Rogue weren't the only Dragon Slayer with this issue. “Lectors out with Rogue and Frosch, they'll pick up some soup for you.” Upon the mentioning of food, the blonde poorly clutched his mouth, letting out a low groan, warning to not mention food again.

Setting the bowl of water you were carrying onto the nightstand, you take a seat at his side. Stings eyes averted. Of course. Ashamed is what he felt when he stood in front of Jiemma, of front of the whole guild.. And he still feels like this. Taking the rug from the water, you carefully wring out the excess water, before rubbing it softly over his face. A content sigh could be heard, as Sting turns onto his back, so you had better acess to his face. Poor boy, he looked completely out of it.

“Feeling better a bit?” Looking at him now, he nods. Eyes closed. For once he had a soft look on his face, no scowl, no sadistic smirk. Deep down he was a hurt little boy wanting to prove himself to whoever. It's sad what this guild made out of him.

“Sting! You're awake!” A cry could be heard, as the little red exceed jumped onto the bed, followed by Rogue and Frosch. “You should really think a little more before jumping straight into the games.” Rogue had a little annoyed look on his face, as he sets the bag with the soup on the table, the green cat letting out a little – Fro thinks so too. The two exceed seriously were the most adorable little beings ever. “Sorry you had to take care of him for being careless.” Words now directed to you, making you let out a little laugh. “Oh it's fine, at least I get to spend some time with my favorite Dragon Slayer.” Ruffling Stings hair now slightly, Lector letting out a surprised scream – at how someone could just touch Sting like that. The later now wearing his usual scowl on his face, with a little twist – he was blushing madly, averting his gaze to the other side and away from you.

Now that Sting was finally feeling better, it was time for the battles of the day. Following them back to the arena, Lector comfortably in your arms. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Lector liked you a lot. The battles were interesting to say the least, especially Mirajane against Jenny. What a show truly. So lastly now Yukino. Of course you were cheering for the white haired stellar magician. You two were quit close. Just like you were with Sting and Rogue. But at the end, she fell. Laying on her back and staring at the sky, tears streaming down her soft features. This was bad. Jiemma will not like this.

The evening and night to come.. were definitely something no one would have expected to happen.

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