#shes constantly soaked and miserable

[feathers-in-the-night]

all this snow we're getting here makes me feel sad that i placed the plot of this story in the summer lol.

I mean, it starts in spring and it does extend into autumn and winter, but the majority of the story is during spring/summer, so i dont get to play around w the weather all that much

#most weather we really get is that its inevitably raining EVERY single time Morgan is out on patrol #she does live in gotham after all #shes constantly soaked and miserable

[ohbo-ohno]

I’m feral and need more of your a/b/o thoughts. Like I need to know your thoughts on alpha!141 snatching omega reader to keep for themselves

yknow i was gonna say that i haven't touched abo in forever, but then i remembered the gaz thing i just posted the other day lmao

(btw i wrote alpha 141 here but i think abo poly 141 would have alphas price/ghost and betas soap/gaz. probably. maybe. idfk.)

cw for noncon and kidnapping below the cut

i find poly 141 x reader really difficult to write outside of porn, since there's already so many interesting dynamics in regular poly 141. i have a hard time adding in a FIFTH element, yk? especially when that fifth element has to be a reader insert instead of some sorta OC or smth

anyway, i think the best dark poly 141 x reader idea is basically reader being used as a sex toy for the guys. like, she's there for them to relieve their stress in. but in an abo au i could totally see them using her as an element of softness in their lives. with 4 alphas in one home, you need an omega to soften things up a bit

and there you are. soft and sweet and small (compared to them at least) and just so perfect. you're the unlucky bastard who happens to smell appealing to all of them, and you're whisked away before you really even know it

they'd have to be sneaky, probably. you'd have a positive reaction to their scents too, so maybe johnny or gaz gets you to go on a date with one or both of them and then kidnaps you. maybe price or ghost just grabs you one day. something like that, i think, but there's much higher angst potential is kyle and/or johnny lulls you into a false sense of security first (and you know i love a good betrayal)

they'd push and prod at your instincts to force you into a heat before anything else. lock you in their den (soon to be their nest) and surround you in their scents, make low purrs to convince your instincts that you're safe

and as terrified as you are - and oh boy, are you - there's only so much you can actually fight your instincts. lets say you're either not on heat blockers, or maybe the blockers are weak, but for whatever reason you're very susceptible to all of their little pushes

they've got you knotted and mated by the end of the week

it's odd, coming up from that heat. your neck aches all the way around, to the point that it's painful to even turn your head. despite the unfamiliar room, your brain screams at you that you're safe, that you're in your nest.

it doesn't take long to put together the pieces. it also doesn't take long to become very very upset

thing is, it's too late to do anything now. you can't break a bond, and they're not giving you any opportunities to get away. you're stuck with these alphas who have performed the greatest invasion possible on your body and soul. it's crushing

cue lots of attempted comfort. soap and gaz would be the softest with you, always trying to tempt you into realizing how good it is to be with them. soap is rougher when he fucks you, but they're both equally soft outside of that. they bring you nesting materials, constantly make sure you're covered in their scents, and bicker over who gets to cuddle you on the couch

ghost isn't willing to coddle you. he's sweet (in his own right) but he's not nice. he doesn't try to make you feel better - you're meant to be with them, why should he apologize for making it happen? all they did was skip the courting process, this is always where you were going to end up. he refuses to apologize for that. but he also doesn't want you miserable. he holds you close at night, soaks with you for long hours in the tub, and is always making sure you clear your plate

price is... weird. i'm never sure if i should make him the meanest or a softer kidnapper. because i could absolutely see a version of price whipping your ass raw every time you scream at them and call them names, but i can also see a version of price who just levels you with a disapproving stare and locks you in a small dark space when you get like that

regardless, they all smother you. you help balance out their dynamics a bit more, but they're always fighting each other for your attention. especially with the bond making it so they always know what you're feeling. and your instincts scream to trust them (and you can feel their emotions too, know that they really meant for the best, as sick and twisted as it is).

#abo au #poly 141 x reader #bo writes #asks and answers

[fandomfix13]

Get Him Back - Rafe Cameron 18+

* HI ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE WRITTEN ANYTHING BUT IM HERE NOW

* TBH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO BARE WITH ME

* This is so super long and also completely filthy at parts SO MDNI and pls read warnings

* little bit of fluff? Def some pretty smutty smut. This did not start out as smut but here we are

* WRITTEN IN Y/N’s POV, lots of dialogue

*anything in italics is your inner monologue

Word count: 4K

WARNINGS: MDNI!, mentions of cheating (not rafe), toxic ex,  oral (giving and receiving), fingering, rough-ish??, p in v sex, hair pulling, light choking??, not rated e for everyone

The rain is pouring down in sheets. Falling harder than it has in a while. My head is pounding from holding back tears, that I might as well let out. I never thought that I would be in this situation. Forced out of my boyfriend's car after a fight at nearly one in the morning, with a dead phone, left to walk home alone in the pouring rain. How cliche. Not to mention the fact that I’m just over three miles away from home. What a dick. Some “man” he is to leave me like that. For all he cares, I could be kidnapped out here. However, it's highly unlikely being that I’m wandering in one of (if not the nicest) neighborhoods in this entire state. Constantly guarded by a neighborhood watch, with gated community after gated community.

 I can see the the sharp rain plummeting down in the glow of the street lights. Unlucky for me, the wind has picked up too making this walk even more miserable. At this point, I have two options; 1. I could continue to walk home in this miserable weather OR 2. I could lose all dignity and show up to Sarah’s house after not talking to her in months. Seeing as this storm is showing absolutely no sign of stopping, its looking like the second option is better. As I turn the corner, I approach the Seabrook Gated Community. A little ways down is the fence that Sarah and I used to hop all the time when we would sneak out. That’s my in. It’s an old rusty fence that is hidden behind some overgrown hedges behind some wildly overpriced house that rarely ever has anyone living in it.         

After nearly slipping off of the slippery fence, I make my way down the street to Tanny Hill. Mentally preparing myself for the absolute humiliation that will occur if Sarah opens the front door. We had our falling out about 3 months ago and we haven't spoken since. We have tried our best to avoid each other at all costs. At least I’ve tried avoiding her, that is, until this very moment. 

As I approach the front lawn, I genuinely consider turning around and quite literally braving the storm and walking home. As it is, I’m already soaked from head to toe and probably on the verge of pneumonia. However, I shake off my thoughts and walk towards the front door. I knock three times in hope that someone will hear. I don’t ring the doorbell out of fear of waking up the entire Cameron household which is the last thing I need to do. After a few seconds, nobody answers. This house is huge maybe they are coming. I convince myself that nobody is answering the door so I turn accepting my fate and I walk away. Suddenly, I hear the front door unlock and my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear his voice. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Fuck. Me.

“Hey Rafe.” I choke out. God I probably look insane.

“What are you doing here?” he looks at his phone “at 1:26 in the morning.”

“Um. Is Sarah home?” I spit out, trying to avoid conversation.

“She’s not…but I am.” He leans against the door frame looking me up and down in a ‘you good?’ way. “You also didn’t answer my question.” He adds.

“I uh…I didn’t know where else to go.” I say quietly. I was right. This is in fact humiliating. He just stands there and stares at me. Clearly unamused at the fact that I still haven't answered his question as to why I am standing on his front porch looking like a wet dog. I would stare too. “Are you gonna let me inside? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me in silence.” I add.

“That depends.” He says lookin back into the house then back at me. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re here? Or are you just gonna avoid the question.” Touche. We stand here in silence for a moment as he watches me get pelted in the face by the rain and I chatter my teeth. He finally pushes the door open further and gestures for me to come inside. Thank go Sarah isn’t home because I would be shitting myself out of embarrassment right now. I walk in and Rafe opens a hallway in the closet as he reaches in and grabs a towel that he throws at me. “If You get anything wet, Rose will lose her shit.” 

“How kind.” I say with strong notes of sarcasm.

“Hey I didn’t have to let you in. I could've just left you outside on your own.” he’s right.

“Well you wouldn’t be the first guy to leave me outside tonight, so I probably would’ve been fine” I blurt out without thinking. What happened to me tonight is none of his business. Plus I’m sure he will hear about it anyway. However, he did let me inside which he did not have to do, so I could at least pretend to be grateful. 

“Damn. That's rough. Sorry about that.” he almost sounded embarrassed.

“No, it's fine. Thanks for the towel.” he nods and sits down at the kitchen counter. We stand in silence for a bit as I ring my hair out into the sink. This couldn’t be more awkward. Here I am standing in my ex best friend’s house with her older brother, who was in fact my first kiss in a game of truth or dare years ago, and who happens to be the best friend of my boyfriend who just dumped me on the side of the road in the middle of the night. This is just grand. “Do you have a phone charger? My phone is completely dead.” 

“Uh yeah its upstairs. Do you wanna-” he cut himself off before speaking again. “Do you just wanna come up with me so you can change?” Right. So. Apparently this absolutely CAN  feel more awkward. Whatever. I need to charge my phone and honestly a change of clothes sounds devine. I silently follow Rafe up the stairs and into his room. “If you want you can take a shower to warm up. Your teeth haven’t stopped chattering since you got here.” he’s being frighteningly nice. 

“Um sure.” I say hesitantly as I am incredibly confused by his nice attitude. I plug in my phone and Rafe hands me one of his old t-shirts and a pair of booty shorts that were surely left here by some random girl, but honestly I don’t care. I have to get out of these clothes. “Thanks.” I say taking the clothes and entering his bathroom, closing and locking the door quickly behind me. Literally what the fuck. There is no way this is really happening. 

I take my time in the shower as I let the steaming hot water warm me up for a while. When I’m done, I put on the clothes that Rafe gave me, and open the bathroom door seeing him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey Topper called you like five times when you were in the shower.” He says unfazed. My attitude shifts almost immediately. 

“You didn’t answer it did you?” I blurt out. Nice job y/n! That wasn’t suspicious at all!

“No…why would I?” he laughs clearly confused as I let out a sigh  of relief. Once again. Awkward silence. I take a seat on the edge of the bed going through my phone. “Are you gonna call him back?” he asks. Before I could answer him, his phone starts to ring. Toppers name is displayed on the screen. Rafe looks at his phone, then back to me, then back to his phone. 

“I am NOT here. Answer it. Put it on speaker.” I say frantically. Now he's intrigued.

“Hey Top!” Rafe answers. “Rafe! I fucked up man. I fucked up BAD! I’m coming over. I need a drink asap.” I am immediately shaking my head and mouthing ‘no’. “Top I can’t tonight man. My dad is on my ass and if Rose finds out I have someone over, I’m dead bro.” Is he seriously helping me right now? 

Topper scoffs on the other line. “Since when have you given a shit about what Rose thinks? I’m already on my way!” 

“Then turn around and go home man. I can’t tonight.”

“What is up with you dude? You never turn down a drink” its silent for a minute “Oh shit do you have a chick over right now?” Im disgusted at the change in tone in Top’s voice when he  brings up Rafe having a girl over.

“Yeah bro I do. And she’s alone right now in my bed so I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.” Rafe responds, very quick to go along with Topper’s question.

“That’s my man!” Topper laughs “is she hot? She better be hot!”

Even Rafe rolls his eyes at Topper’s comment. “Yeah she’s hot. Okay gotta go man.” Rafe responds as he hangs up the phone. Is that true, does he think I’m hot? I don’t care. Do I?

I let out a huge sigh of relief that we dodged the bullet of Top showing up here. 

“So. Are you gonna tell me why I just had to lie to my best friend?”

I shift nervously. “Well technically you didn’t lie. There is a ‘chick’ here and she is sitting on your bed.” I try to make a joke avoiding this conversation at all costs. 

“Y/n.” He says, raising his eyebrows. He clearly wants an answer. 

“I broke up with Top and he didn’t take it well.” I say on an exhale. He doesn’t say anything because he’s not stupid. He has probably figured out that much already. I let out a heavy sigh. “He kicked me out of his car in the middle of the road three miles away from my house in the fucking rain because I accused him of cheating on me. He told me that I had no idea what I was talking about. He said I was crazy, and that I was making shit up. But I’m not. I know for a fact that I’m not. It’s not the first time either. He’s done it before, which I’m sure you already know since you’re his best friend and he probably tells you everything.” I make that realization as I’m rambling my story out to him. Rafe is probably well aware of Topper’s lack of loyalty. 

“I uh. I knew about it the first time.” He admits. His honestly with the situation makes me laugh a little as I roll my eyes.

“Of course you did. Being that it was with your sister. I’d be shocked if you didn’t know.” The look on Rafe’s face instantly changes. It’s almost like he’s holding something back. “Unless…Sarah wasn’t the first girl was she. There was someone else.” Tears that I have been pushing back for weeks start to well in my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m furious. Even Rafe doesn’t know what to say. Without thinking, I grab my wet clothes and my barely charged phone, and head towards his bedroom door. “I should go. Thanks for the shower and-” 

“Y/n don’t be ridiculous” he says quickly following me. “You can’t leave right now that storm is getting worse” He puts his hand on the door, shutting it. 

I turn and he is standing close enough to me to create an odd sort of tension. 

“Why don’t you get him back?” Rafe suggests as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t want to get back with him Rafe I’m so ov-” he cuts me off.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I mean get him back. As in revenge.” he says as he steps closer to me. Jesus Christ I’m an absolute idiot.

“Revenge…right.” I laugh awkwardly. He continues to inch closer, creating an even bigger amount of tension. Not that tension is an unfamiliar thing with Rafe and I. There has always been a weird tension between us. Ya know…the whole best friends brother thing. I’ve known Rafe for almost 10 years. Something about his cocky attitude has always been attractive to me. Call it toxic. I don’t care. It’s just the truth. Rafe and I are standing right infront of each other. He is towering over me as my back is still to the door. 

“You know…They say that one of the best ways to get over a guy is to get under another.” He almost whispers while moving my hair out of my face. I can’t help but blush. The thought of getting back at Topper crossed my mind the second he cheated on me. The thought of getting back at him by hooking up with his best friend? That’s even better. Rafe leans down and starts to kiss my neck. “Rafe we probably shouldn’t do this” I whisper clearly enjoying it.

“Of course we shouldn’t. But I do shit that I shouldn’t do all the time.” He stops kissing my neck to look me in the face.

“Me too” I nod letting out a breath as I crash my lips onto his. The kiss is instantly filled with an insane amount of intensity. Rafe backs me up against the wall as he deepens the kiss. He moves from my mouth to my neck, leaving hickeys all over. He is making sure that I can’t hide what we are doing. And I’m totally here for it. His hands move from my hair, to my hips, to underneath the hem of my shirt. Well. Technically his shirt. I’m braless since my bra got soaked in that rain earlier. He quickly realizes this as his hand grazes over my tits. He starts to grip them while kissing me, making me moan softly until he stops for a second. 

“As hot as you look in my shirt…it’s coming off” he nearly growls. I lift my arms as he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it across the room. I reach for his shirt to take it off. Once he takes it off his mouth is back on mine. Our foreheads are pressed together as our bare chests are rising and falling against each other. He hoists me up, grabbing my ass as I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We don’t last long against the wall before we move to the bed.

He lays me down on the edge of the bed as he hovers over me kissing me yet again. Each kiss gets more aggressive. We bite each other's lips between kisses. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck leaving more marks. Slowly, he makes his way to my chests. The marks he makes get darker and darker. He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me moan as he slightly bites down. He quickly moves his hand up to cover my mouth.

“Shhh. Baby we gotta stay quiet.” He says as he moves from one nipple to the other. I moan into his hand as he stifles the sound that comes out. His hand moves from my mouth to my throat as he wraps his hand around it lightly. His lips meet mine again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” holy shit. I moan into our kiss as his hand is on my throat. His hand travels down my body until its hovering over my shorts. He’s moving his hand from one thigh to the other. Barely grazing the spot where I need him the most. I breathe into our kiss as his hand stops at the waistband of my shorts. He’s such a fucking tease. He hovers his hand there for a minute sensing that I want more. 

“Oh my God Rafe” I moan out of anticipation.

“You want more baby?” he smirks against my lips.

“You know I do” Smartass.

“Say less” he moves from his position above me, to kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down, revealing my bare pussy. He pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs in one swift motion, causing my breath to hitch. He leans down and attaches his mouth to my clit. This of course causes another accidental moan to slip from my mouth. I immediately throw my own hands over my mouth to quiet the noise. His tongue is swirling circles over my clit as he inserts two fingers without warning. As hard as I am trying to stifle my sounds, nothing could stop the groan that I let out at this moment. He moves his fingers at a faster pace that matches what his tongue is doing. 

“Holy Shit Rafe.” I whine.

“You like that?” he smirks up at me. I nod and roll my eyes to the back of my head before shutting them tightly. But suddenly Rafe stops. “Open your eyes y/n. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to see who is making you feel this good.” I do as he says and open my eyes as I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. “Atta girl” He smirks before burying his face into me yet again. He adds a third finger as I throw my head back while remaining eye contact. He curls his fingers as he eats me out and I want to scream at the pressure building up inside of me. I reach forward and tangle my fingers through his hair as he grins up towards me. 

“Rafe! Oh my God” I let out a string of other soft noises and words.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” I look Rafe in the eyes as I jerk my hips and arch my back, completely unraveling in front of him. As he removes his fingers from inside of me, he brings them up to my mouth. “I want you to see how good you taste.” he says as I take his fingers into my mouth until they are clean. He removes his fingers from my mouth and laces his hands through my hair as he devours me with a kiss. 

“That was incredible.” I breathe heavily.

“Oh we aren’t done yet princess.” the sound of him calling me princess was enough to nearly send me over the edge again. 

“I’d hope not” I tangle my tongue with his as he deepens the kiss by pulling my hair back. I reach for his pants and I undo his belt. 

“Eager are we?” he scoffs, pulling away for a moment. He removes his belt and  his pants. Leaving his boxers for me to remove. I gesture for him to sit on the edge of the bed where I just was. When he sits, I climb onto his lap, straddling him over his boxers. I can tease too. I lean in kissing him as I slowly start to rock back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder by the second. To be honest this is doing just as much for me as it is for him. I start to kiss his neck, leaving marks similar to the ones he left on me. I start to rock faster back and forth until he is letting out moans the way I was. I cover his mouth.

“I thought we had to stay quiet.” I give him a sly smile before kneeling on the floor and removing his boxers. I come face to face with his cock as I run my tongue up the side, looking up at him while I do it. I move my tongue to the other side slowly, taking my sweet time. 

“Fuck y/n” Rafe groans as he places his hand in my hair. 

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start to suck slowly, using my hands to work the rest that I can’t fit in my mouth. I bob my head up and down while I look up at him, my eyes are starting to water. He grabs my head and slightly pushes me down further, and I can feel his tip hit my throat. When it does Rafe lets out a deep moan with a mumbled string of “oh fucks”. After a few minutes, I can sense that he is going to cum. I don’t bother asking where he wants to finish before he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and look up at him with a smile.

“Holy shit. You really know what you’re doing.” He lets out a heavy content sigh. “We still aren't done yet. I need to be inside you.” He says laying me back down on the bed. I still cannot believe that this is happening. 

Rafe wastes no time climbing on top of me leaving sloppy kisses up my chest and meeting my mouth with his. “You sure about this?” He looks down at me.

“Never been more sure about anything.” I nod. 

“Good” He says as he grabs a condom from his nightstand and puts it on. Seconds later, he is lining himself up at my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he enters inside of me. His cock stretched my pussy perfectly. He moves with smooth motions leaving us both moaning into each other's mouths as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He brings his hand to my throat once again,barely applying pressure, making me let out a moan that was too loud to be stifled. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“You like when my hands are around your neck?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes! Oh my god yes” I am starting to get louder. He moves his hand from my throat to my mouth to keep me quiet again. I moan into his hand as his thrusts hit the perfect spot inside of me. He can tell that he has hit the spot when my hips start to buck in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. I am almost screaming into his hand. As he leans down to kiss me again. 

“You gonna cum with me?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine. I nod unable to speak, to stop myself from screaming. “Words y/n. Use your words” 

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna cum!” I whine out. He thrusts in and out a few more times, hitting the spot perfectly making me squirm underneath him. With one final thrust, I arch my back as I scratch my nails down his, definitely leaving scratch marks. We cum simultaneously as we let out deep and hungry moans into each other's mouths. He just gave me the best orgasm I have ever had. He pulled out and laid next to me.

“Holy shit. I’ve waited so long to do that.” he says looking at me out of breath.

“Me too. I always had a crush on you ya know.” I say looking at him equally as out of breath.

“Yeah I know.” He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Took you long enough to do something about it.” I laugh back.

“Thank God I did. And I plan on doing it again. Just so you know.” I winked at me 

“I’d hope so.” I smile, laying there next to him. He was right. That was the best way to get over someone. 

** hi! I really hope you liked this. If you did and want to see more let me know what you want to see! I had fun writing this and in my many many years of writing fanfics this is somehow my first time writing smut so I hope it was okay lol ❤️

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[russos-ventitre]

alessia russo x reader | sick day 🧸

✘ summary: alessia finds out she's come down with a fever but refuses to take a sick day

✘ warnings/tags: fever, headache, grumpy!less, cuddles

✘ words: 1845

a/n: requested by anon

"Baby?" You brushed loose hairs out of the blonde's face, her head resting on your lap.

"Hmm?" She replied, not making any effort to lift her head.

"You alright, Less? You're burning up." You placed a hand on her forehead, feeling her temperature.

The blonde buried her head in her hands, nuzzling her face further into your lower stomach. "I'm freezing." She mumbled, her entire body now curled up in a ball on the sofa.

"Less.. I think you're sick."

Alessia shook her head, refusing to believe you, her face still hidden. You decided to carefully lift her off your lap and place her head down on top of a pillow, pulling a blanket over her body.

"I'll just be a minute, love." You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, feeling your lips get burned from her scalding skin.

You walked into the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a thermometer and some ibuprofen. You also decided to turn the kettle on to make her some tea whilst you took her temperature.

"Hey.. Less.." You whispered, softly rubbing your hand down her back to gain her attention, watching as she slowly rolled over to face you.

"..just take this for a minute, love." You carefully placed the thermometer into her mouth, holding it for her as it appeared the blonde barely had any strength left in her, barely being able to hold her head up.

"That's it, Less." You cooed, your other hand coming to caress her face, feeling her head go limp from your touch.

When the thermometer beeped you removed it from her mouth reading her temperature. 38.1°C. You looked back over at her, seeing how she seemed miserable.

"Lay back down, Less. I'll get you some tea to warm you up." You pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before returning to the kitchen. By the time you returned her tea was ready, you poured it into one of her favourite mugs and brought it to her alongside some medicine.

You returned to a sad-looking blonde who appeared to be melting into the sofa, not by choice, a smile slowly appearing on her face as she noticed her favourite mug in your hands.

"Thanks, baby." She muttered, happily taking the mug in her hands and attempting to soak up its warmth. You handed her two pills, watching as she swallowed them alongside her tea.

You resumed your position on the sofa, sitting next to your lover as she nuzzled into your side, seeking out your warmth. Your arm came around her shoulders, pulling her closer, pressing another delicate kiss, this time to her head.

A few days later...

Getting any form of sleep was difficult for Alessia, constantly tossing and turning in the middle of the night, hot flashes and cold flashes. You tried your best to keep her comfortable but the poor blonde was only able to get two hours of uninterrupted sleep at a time.

"Less.." You gently shook her awake, watching her stir in her sleep.

"..baby it's 7:47, I'm gonna call Sarina and tell her you're sick, yeah?"

Alessia immediately shot up from bed, wiping the sleep out of her eyes and making a beeline for the bathroom. "Less! What are you doing?"

"I'm getting ready! Training is in less than half an hour!" She shouted from the bathroom, hurriedly completing her morning routine in twice the amount of time she usually does.

You let out a groan, flopping your back against your bed. You knew there was absolutely nothing that would stop that woman from going to training, so you decided not to fight with her over it. Unlocking your phone, you opened your text thread with Ella.

[y/n] [07:50]: hey toones

[y/n] [07:50]: lessi is gonna be late today

[y/n] [07:50]: she had a bit of a lie in bc she has a fever and she refuses to miss training

[y/n] [07:50]: can you watch after her and make sure she doesnt over work herself x

tooney 💅🏻 [07:51]: hey [y/n]

tooney 💅🏻 [07:51]: yea ill make sure lessi is alright x

tooney 💅🏻 [07:51]: and ill let the gaffer know x

[y/n] [07:51]: cheers el xx

You closed your phone and got yourself ready as well. "Less! I'm gonna have everything ready by 8:00! I've already let Tooney know so don't rush!"

"Thanks, babe!" She croaked, sounding a lot worse than she did the night prior.

To no one's surprise, you managed to get ready before her, granted she is sick, managing to make her a cup of tea and getting her kitbag ready right before you exit your flat. Just like you expected, she wasn't ready by 8:00, it was in fact, 8:05 when you managed to leave your flat, you offering to drive her training. She sat herself in the passenger seat, playing music from her phone to get her in the mood for football, humming along as she drank her tea.

"You're looking brighter this morning." You commented, catching a glimpse of the blonde looking very awake despite the restless night.

"I'm always happy when I get to go to training." She hummed in reply.

"Speaking off.. you better take it easy out there today, you still have a fever-"

"I'll be fine! I've powered through worse!" She cut you off, hoping that you wouldn't change your mind right now and drive the two of you back home.

"I'll be okay.." She reassured again, her hand trailing up the back of your neck to give you a soft scratch. "..promise."

You pulled up to England camp, dropping your girlfriend off. The striker placing a kiss on your lips before exiting the car.

"Call me if you need anything, I'll be in the area." You managed to get out before she closed the door. "I'll take you home the second you feel fatigued. Oh! And drink loads of water, today!"

"I will, babe! See you later." You drove off when you noticed she had caught up with the rest of the girls.

"Hey Lessi, how are you feeling?" Ella greeted with with a concerned look.

"Good, yeah. Honestly, it's not even that bad, I dunno why [y/n] was getting all concerned for." Alessia tried waving her off, pretending like she was fine.

"Probably because you have a fever.." Ella sighed, her hands on her hips not believing a single word coming out of her mouth.

If anyone knew Alessia, it was Ella. They grew up together and she knew the girl would refuse to take a sick day, even if it looked or sounded like she was dying. The girl was a workaholic, married to the game, so to speak, and removing her from it would take away her happiness.

"..listen the second I notice something wrong with you, I'm calling [y/n]." The brunette huffed, watching as Alessia frowned.

Training among the team started off on the pitch, the girls running drills that Sarina had instructed them and eventually moving on to goal scoring and partner exercises. The coach noticed some girls succeeding and one in particular, that wasn’t. She decided to pull Alessia over to the side. "Alessia, I need you to go take a break inside for me. You're too fatigued." She told her calmly.

Alessia shook her head. "I'm fine." She huffed, clearly out of breath as she was bent over with her hands on her knees.

The older woman could see it by her mannerisms that the striker was on her last bits of adrenaline before total collapse, watching as she wiped the sweat from her forehead and continued to struggle to maintain a normal breathing pattern. Her hand came to rest on the younger girl's back. "Please, you need to cool off Alessia. You shouldn't even be here in the first place, you're not well, Ella told me."

The younger woman let out a frustrated groan, knowing that she wasn't going to have her way now that she knew Sarina knew she was sick. She begrudgingly stood up and made her way inside the building, walking to where the medics were located as she was guided by Sarina the entire time. She had her temperature taken again, this time 40.5°C. It didn’t help that she was under the blaring sun all morning but the medics still had to take precautions, telling Sarina that she needed to be sent home to rest. 

Alessia slid her body off the examination table, slowly making her way through the building to recover her things, annoyed that she only lasted two hours. Ella and the other girls were beginning to file into the building by now, taking a half-hour break to cool off before going back out on the pitch.

“Less! You alright? I saw Sarina call you over and-”

“I’m going home..” She mumbled in defeat.

“I’ll call [y/n].” Ella ran to fetch her phone, ringing you to come pick Alessia up.

The blonde gathered her things, stuffed them in her kit bag, and slumped her body down on a nearby bench as she waited for your arrival. She had her head in her hands, a headache that had been teasing her all day finally beginning to form. Ella returned to Alessia, wrapping an arm around her as they sat together. “She’ll be here in a bit.” She whispered.

You arrived shortly after Ella’s call, walking into the building to escort Alessia home. You made sure she was comfortable in the passenger seat, adjusting the temperature inside the car and giving her some more meds to combat her headache. She was curled up in her seat, her eyes closed as she tried to sleep or at least hide from the light from the sun. 

“Nearly home, Less..” You cooed, a hand coming to stroke one of her knees. 

She grumbled in reply, tucking her face away in her seat.

You helped the blonde get settled at home, waiting for her to shower as you prepped her a small meal along with more tea. The two of you snuggled on the sofa together, the striker becoming very clingy despite being very grumpy that she had to go home.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You asked, playing with her wet hair.

“Fine.” She grumbled, pulling you closer and resting her head on your shoulder.

“How’s your head?” 

“Sore.”

“Do you need more med-”

“No! I’m fine.” She replied firmly, her face pouting.

You tapped your hand on your lap. “Here, lay down.”

You gently guided her downward, pulling a blanket over her body to keep her warm as she made herself comfortable in your lap again. 

“Get some rest, Less. I’ll be here when you wake up, love.” You pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, wrapping it around her body afterward.

The blonde eventually fell asleep after a long 24 hours, your hands delicately tracing down her form as she held on to your knees in her sleep.

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[strawbsj]

imagine bondage with yunjin 🤭🤭

Ok I couldn’t wait and write a whole fic so I just had to let out my thoughts like this…🫣🤭 sorry this is kinda short😭

Just imagine her being all tied up and fully naked and you just literally teasing her for what felt like hours…tracing your fingers all over her abs, neck, chest, pelvis while she is squirming uncontrollably under your touch.

“Baby…please do s-something-“ a shaky and breathy moan falls from her lips while you teasingly yet gently tap her angry red tip with the pad of your thumb. Precum running down her base. You rose a little bit, her tip right under your aching wet hole. You rub the red tip across your folds before heading towards your sensitive clit.

Both of you let out high pitched sweet sounds, and without warning her, you sink down her desperate length, balls squishing under your ass. She chokes on her saliva at the warm feeling of your walls hugging her. You were slowly fucking yourself on her cock, tears formed in her eyes and she constantly gasped for air with every squeeze of your tight pussy.

She constantly tried to free herself from the grip of the rope, but failed miserably with the way you were using her as your own dildo, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull, while her hands movements were stopped.

You now rutted your pussy against her pelvis, her balls slapping against your ass, your pace was relentless while you took a hold of her shoulders for some kind of support. Your nails digging in her flesh deliciously while your pussy took every inch of her. She grasped her hair for support and with one last thrust of your pussy, your juices soaked her pelvis.

You rode out your orgasm before overstimulation hit you, your pussy was now clenching 10x tighter around her. Your hands went down to toy with her now pink-ish balls, you still had to make her cum! With a little squeeze, she spurts her sticky cum deep into your womb, a deep husky groan falls from her lips while the warm feeling of being filled with her essence hits you and another fresh round of your substance tries to push her dick out.

You stayed still making sure every drop of her cum doesn’t go to waste and she just laid there helplessly. Eyes threatening to fall shut while she mumbles slowly “Fuck- that was so hot!”

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[lunarw0rks]

Hello again! I love your works and it's super early to request another but I read your latest post and I loved it! So if you don't mind, could you do headcanons on 141 reacting to their s/o cleaning their car?

Like one of those stereotypical scenes where she's in a bikini or a bikini top with shorts and she's cleaning her car, like she loves her car so she cleans it alot but this is the first time they see the full scene. NSFW would be amazing if you would be ok with it :)

Thank you :]

In The Sunlight // 141 Headcanons (+Ale)

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), suggestive language/content, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

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SYNOPSIS; summer hit, and it hit hard.

Sizzling atmosphere, sky-rocketing temps, and revolving fans working overtime. Every year, people complain that they miss winter when the high temps smack them in the face, but they wish for the heat when the leaves fall. For you—you would take any excuse to enjoy the hose and sprinkler, sometimes washing your car weekly as an excuse to cool off. Cold showers, ice packs, air conditioning; it wasn’t enough. 

On the bright side, it gave you an excuse to wash your beloved car. To run the hose on the vehicle, and most of all your sweating skin; all while wearing revealing summer attire.

Price

John was due to be home that day, the house was lonely, and you were miserable in the heat. Why not be outside when he comes home? You dressed yourself in a bikini to sprit yourself with the hose, spending about half the time searching for a cool off than washing your car. In your other hand, you had an drink with more ice cubes than liquid; a soothing cube to crunch on while you worked. You swirled your drink as you put another cube between your teeth, spreading the foamy soap with intense focus.

That focus broke when his car finally pulled into the driveway, revealing his attempt at an eager welcome. He was exhausted, but never too exhausted to greet you. Besides, you wearing a basically see-through swimsuit? How can he resist?

❝Don’t work too hard, sweetheart. You’ll get heat stroke.❞ John crept up to you, dropping his duffel. He leaned down and sipped from your drink, picking up an ice cube between his teeth. His lips leaned forward, tracing the ice along your neck and down your cleavage until it melted against your flesh. ❝Let me help you cool off, I missed all of you.❞ His lips found your drink again, meeting your lips with a dripping chunk of ice—a whole new meaning to a sloppy kiss.

Simon

Simon hates the heat—despises it, even. All year round, he wears dark colors, multiple layers, and most notably his balaclava. Does that stop him from ogling you? Not a bit. He can enjoy the view from inside, peering through the curtains at your soaked figure as you scrub your prized car. You lean over the edge, bikini top doing little to contain your breasts as he gets a good view down the top. Simon lets out an amused scoff at the sight, closing the curtains before you have the opportunity to spot him.

You come back inside for some water, wrapping a towel so you don’t dribble on the floor. A hand darts out of the doorway of the kitchen, Simon’s hand gripping the towel and giving it a yank until it falls to the floor. ❝Gave the neighbors a show, didn’t you?❞

He steps out from his hidden spot around the counter, giving your arm a gentle pull so you come towards him, until your face his inches from his. Normally, he leaves his teasing until nightfall, but he’s home and you’re soaked.

❝Need to get you into some better clothes.❞ His strong arms slither around your midsection, gripping intensely. No better excuse, assisting you in getting another change of clothes after he carries you to the bedroom.

Soap

The humidity constantly disturbed your slumber. You and Soap’s shared bedroom was more like a sauna, no matter how long the fans or AC ran. It was so severe you laid awake during the early morning, tossing and turning, peeling the covers stuck to your sweaty body. There was no point in attempting to sleep, you were wide awake at four-thirty in the morning, might as well go outside and cool off. Your car could use a wash, anyhow.

You slipped on a bikini and stepped out into the morning air. The sun hadn’t risen completely, so the heat wasn’t unbearable yet. The hose spewed a stream of water on the hood as you did your first rinse, then scoured cleaner on it. You bent over the hood of your car to reach a spot you missed, lips curled in concentration.

When you felt a pair of hands on your hips, you let out a squeal, quickly soothed by a familiar accent. ❝Don’t move,❞ he purred into your ear, tugging your bottoms down to your ankles. Soap knelt behind you, swiping his tongue along your folds. Your gaze darts around the dim streets, insisting a neighbor will see.

He speaks, then his licks only gained intensity and sloppiness. ❝Let ‘em see.❞

Gaz

As soon as the two of you find time to be outside, it’s an immature sight; chasing each other through the backyard, spraying one another with the hose, or on days where he’s beat, he’ll simply watch you from the hot tub. Today, it was betrayal. You were washing your car, completely believing the fact that Gaz was “too tired” for games tonight. He was too calculated to not have a battle plan, you should’ve known better, right?

As you’ve returned from refilling the soapy bucket, there’s an icy pour of ice water, over the top of your hair, soaking your bikini top, all the way down your jean shorts and legs. With an agape mouth, you drop the bucket and chase after his fleeting figure—a smug grin on his face the whole time. When you round the corner into the backyard, he’s nowhere in sight. As you creep up on the shed, he finally reveals himself, sending you both to a tumble in the grass.

Kyle constricts your arms above your head, grinning down at your hopeless struggle. ❝I didn’t cheat, you just need better eyes, babe.❞ He loosens his grip when you stop fighting him, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. He places a knee between your legs, staring down at your soaked bikini top hungrily. ❝You look so goddamn sexy like this…❞

Alejandro

You were washing away, brows knitted in focus. Then, you remembered you had left your water bottle on the kitchen counter. The windows were wide open because you were airing out the house on a hot day, so it was worth a shot hollering for Alejandro. ❝Ale, can you bring me my water? Ale?❞ You raise your voice slightly because there’s no way he can’t hear you.

❝In the backyard, cariño.❞ His unmistakable voice replies, distant from the back of the house. You sigh and enter the house, finding your water but no sign of Alejandro, even through the paned glass windows and sliding door. In reality; he had been ogling you for several minutes, waiting for his opportunity for either you to ask for something, or him making something up on the spot. Lucky for him, your need for your bottle had everything going according to plan.

You exited to the backyard, holding a hand up to block the sun. Even if he was visible right now, he would be impossible to spot from the blaze of the star. ❝Right here, amor.❞ Alejandro crept out from out of the shade, wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You knew what this meant—it was inevitable with him. And yet, you fell for it again.

In the next second, you were plunged into the pool, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. He chuckles at your whines of contempt, pressing his forehead against yours. ❝How was that? You fell for it again, que no?❞ It’s obvious he can’t resist you in a bikini.

Laswell

There are two things Kate can’t get enough of; sunbathing and eyeing you. Sitting on the lounge chairs, reclined with a book or magazine in hand. It’s not often she’s on leave, or home long enough to spend outside. Today was different—she had some time off. She intended to spend as much time outside enjoying the heat, much more preferable than being cooped up in an understimulating base. And watching you while she vedged out? It’s a common pursuit of hers, bikini on or not.

You held your hair up with one hand, the other using the sprinkler setting to mist yourself. Kate tipped her sunglasses down slightly to get a better view, a warm beam spreading on her face. Her nose crinkled slightly as you sprayed the hood of the car, spreading the suds around on the surface.

She flicked to the next page of her magazine, soaking in the sunbeams.

Though she would never say it out in the open, she was certainly ogling her favorite parts of you; your sunkissed chest, the curves hugged tight by shorts—all a cherished image for the next time she leaves, and probably later that night after dinner. ❝How much for you to do mine too, babe?❞

To add to it, she probably snaps candid photos of you, the stream of them probably ending with you blocking the lens with your hands. She’s her own favorite comedian, your complaints and embarrassed whines are a close second.

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[mull3ts]

[ 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Yuta, Unprotected Sex, Infidelity, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voyerism, Public(ish) Sex

{ BACK 2 “ONE WAY TiCKET” }

Look at him. Mr. Nakamoto—your very own McDreamy—mowing the yard in impossible heat. You’re 101% sure there’s a heat warning.

He’s handsome and perfect in every way, but unfortunately, isn’t your husband. He’s your mother’s. He’s miserable being your mother’s, but she’s never around enough for him to break it to her. 

You’re stuck in his house until college begins again in August, but for now; you opt to watch him from the patio with all the shade you could possibly need. Just sitting there in nothing but one of his not sweat drenched tank tops all because he told you to, “Wait here like a good fuckin’ girl.” 

And you were—you are—his good girl. Always. 

Just like moments earlier when he very kindly asked you if he could eat you out. You said yes; obviously. 

It doesn’t take long for Mr. Nakamoto to conclude his mowing as the next thing you know—he’s looming right over you! His eyes are incredibly dark when you look up at him. You should’ve trusted him when he said he could handle heat, he’s not sweat-drenched like you thought he’d be. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” he greets, his dark eyes contrasting with the slight smile he gives you. Before you can say a word, he moves you to sit atop the patio table and spreads your legs wide open, lifting up your tank shirt above your chest in the process. You’re about to say something out of the sudden embarrassment, but he manages to stop you. “Were you a good girl?” 

You nod eagerly, “I did everything you said.” 

“You did.” he smirked, “You sat here all nice and pretty for me, honey,” his eyes darted to your tits. He pinched your nipples making you gasp, “and Daddy’s so proud of you, sitting here in all the heat.” 

But suddenly, he pointed to somewhere behind you—“Look over there.”—immediately causing you to turn your head in confusion. “I- I don’t see anything- oh!” you gasped. You felt something hot and hard begin to rub up and down your still soaked pussy. Mr. Nakamoto was dragging his cock up and down your cunt, rubbing your clit with his tip every now and then. You tried to jut your hips forward, whining “Please just fuck me, Daddy, d-don’t tease!” 

Mr. Nakamoto chuckled at you. 

His cock notched at your slit, you braced for him to push in. 

He shoved in. He plunged inside, all the way, making you scream and Mr. Nakamoto groan. 

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, “So good, always so fuckin’ good, baby.” 

His hand held you by your left thigh as he thrust up into you, watching in awe as your tits bounced up and down with every move he made. “So good, so pretty,” he grunted. 

You whined, nodding with your teeth sunken in your bottom lip, “M’good,” you blabbered “m’good…good girl.” 

He chuckled, “That’s right honey,” he landed a small slap to your face with his free hand, he likes seeing his hand print on your body “you’re a very good girl.” 

You smiled in bliss, throwing your head back, just getting lost in the feeling of him. It made Mr. Nakamoto place his hand on your throat, his grasp just tight enough to make you feel a little pressure. With a particular thrust, he hit the good spot inside you and you cried out his name, “Daddy!” 

It was always like this, you screaming and crying when he fucked you. Mr. Nakamoto only constantly let out grunts and curses, though he is just as affected as you are—it makes you burn with embarrassment the more you think about it. 

You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly swatted your hand away. “Lemme’ do it, sweetheart.” 

You quickly nodded, your mouth agape when he reached down between the both of you to play with your clit. 

Mr. Nakamoto spread your leg to the side just a little farther and his thrusts fastened, becoming more hurried by the second. He was about to cum. You couldn’t imagine if he was hard just thinking about you the entire time he was mowing the yard. 

You whine and try to swallow the spit in your mouth as an attempt at moistening your mouth. Your hips are jutting in his direction, wanting to meet his hips. Neither of you seemed to mind the sound of skin slapping, or the fact you were both so loud with your cries and his grunts, being in your own backyard seemed like being in your own world. 

“Can you cum, baby? Can my good little slut come all over Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice raspy and laced with want. 

“M-Mhm,” you nodded “M-M’gonna cum all over y-your dick, Daddy~” 

You threw your head back again, focusing on his thrusts and his hands all over you until you felt a bubbling in your cunt and lower stomach. You closed your eyes and let your whines ring through the air all high-pitched and needy. You could practically see Mr. Nakamoto’s smile when you came all over him. Cries of “Daddy!” escaped from your lips over and over again.

Waves of pleasure rolled over the both of you while you came, your orgasm triggering Mr. Nakamoto’s own. He fucked you even faster than before, murmuring on and on about how much he loves his “little slut”. He groaned all loud and throated, spilling his cum inside of you, his hips twitching and everything. Mr. Nakamoto didn’t dare to pull out. 

He kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your lips, and eventually made it down to your neck and chest where he basically bit you all over leaving soon-to-be hickies in his wake. 

He unfortunately pulled out, watching in amusement as his cum spilled out of you and onto the patio and table as he adjusted himself back into the shorts he wore. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling him flush to your body, you kissed him, your tongues were fighting for dominance. He’d probably punish you later for that. Not that you cared much, you’d take it.

You pulled back, grinning, “Thank you, Daddy.” 

“My pleasure, bab-”

There was a loud “ahem” that clearly came from the neighbor next door. But to be honest, “next door” was a little far away.

You both stared at each other in embarrassment. 

“Let’s ‘hope’ they don’t tell your mom.” he light-heartedly laughed. Mr. Nakamoto’s (and your) focus went back to kissing you. “Yeah.” You hummed, smiling against his lips, he mirrored your expression before his eyes shot down to your phone. 

It was ringing. It was your mom.

Suddenly, it felt way over a hundred degrees outside. 

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[gravesphillip]

mommy valeria smut please? 🥺🙏

Mommy Valeria NSFW Headcanons // Valeria

warnings: SMUT, mommy kink, f!reader & m!reader, bottom!reader, fingering (f!reader recieving), cock rings, edging, tit jobs, lactation, alot of teasing, pussy smacking, spitting, degrading, dumbification. if I missed any lmk!

an: please mention next time if the reader is gn, f, or m. I love valeria sm brooo she's so hot. if the person who requested the graves fic is seeing this, your fic will be done this weekend.

F!READER Headcanons:

no matter what, she's dominant in every aspect.

likes dumbifying you to nothing, makes you easier to control in bed. bonus points if you're being a brat.

the biggest tease EVER. you guys can be working around literally your whole team and she'll slide her hand around your waist. pulling you in closer to her, your back to her chest.

MAJOR MAJOR edging kink. feeling you reach your high for the 4th time of the night, just for it to taken away by Valeria. instead of hearing her sigh in pleasure of seeing you release, you now just hear laughter directed towards you.

going back to if you were to be a brat, she'll easily tame you. manhandling comes in play when she needs to teach you your place.

loves having you on her lap when she's making important calls, sometimes slipping a free hand down to your inner thigh.

of course, she enjoys you calling her mommy. especially when you're asking her to do something with your aching cunt. "please.." "please... what? c'mon use your words, Estimado" "this is so fucking embarrassing.. please fucking touch me, mommy. god please."

gives your cunt small little slaps when you misbehave, like touching her when she told you not to during sex.

gets really fucking sadistic in bed, calling you many degrading names. you two have a safe word JUSSSTT in case shes too rough.

uses toys on you when she's too lazy/busy to use her hands, "stay put for mommy while she goes and does something.. alright?"

you're obsessed with her tits, just like a little fucking child. always begging to touch them whenever you can.

M!READER Headcanons:

restrains are her best friend, constantly keeping your hands tied whenever she touches you. especially if you're a bigger person than her, she makes sure you can't abuse that power.

cock rings. the vibrating ones. keeping it on, your hands restrained as you sit there miserable while she finishes her work. it's remote controlled, fyi.

milks u absolutely fucking dry, you'll be below her, screaming her name, 'mommy'. begging her to stop riding you, your cock says otherwise, perked up inside of her. she's addictive.

worships your cock so well, but only does what you speak out for her. spitting on the reddened tip, dragging a finger down as you jump.

gives you tit jobs, making you an absolute whimpering mess. begging to cum on her face.

suffocates you with her cunt, pleasing her own self on your melting face. your nose completely soaked after she's done.

into that type shit where she applies pressure with her boot onto your clothed dick, teasing your pathetic ass self.

"Te ves tan jodidamente feo como este.." she whispers, tightening the ropes bounded to your bare chest and ever growing bulge.

completely ignores you while you rut into her from behind like a crazy fucking animal as she looks completely unphased.

valeria rubs a hand up your back while at work, coming up behind you with a familiar remote in her hand..

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[v3nusxsky]

can i please ask pregnant reader x lesso smut? r is needy and super hormonal, and at seven mouths preg feels super heavy. lesso is just a soft dom who calls r mommy and r gets super turned on by it

thank u🫶🫶

Mommy and Mommy! | NSFW

*Authors note~this is such a cute emotional idea. And I hope I can do them justice.*

Trigger warnings~ soft dom r sub l pregnancy sex mommy kink, oral, fingering praise

Prompt~ see ask^^^^*

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tumblr anon~ Heyy

So if you could I know everyone what's to be F**ked by lesso but can it be (female)reader this time.

Maybe have both reader and lesso not being able to walk and still shaking body

Sorry if I am bothering you. Have a nice day

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Pregnancy hormones were certainly something unique. Leo had been amazing with your strange cravings at ungodly hours of the night, your morning sickness all curtesy of your unborn daughter. Your lack of libido in the early stages of your pregnancy were particularly rough on your body. But now seven months in, you were miserable. You felt too heavy, your couldn't see your toes anymore and your back constantly ached from carrying around your daughter all day every day. But the thing is, you wanted, no no, you needed Leonora to come and give you a proper fucking. The battling emotions and thoughts driving you mad, as you tried to communicate to your girlfriend about your needs.

"Leo" you whined, I feel fat but good god if I didn't need you to jump my bones pleaseeeeee" you whined really trying to get the woman's attention. "My love, you're not far, you're caring our beautiful baby girl, I can't wait to see you be a mommy" she murmured on thought. A shot of heat made its way between your thighs, "Leo say it again" you whimpered. "What? Mommy?" She murmured before seductively whispering in your ear, "or mommy!"

"Leo fuck me now!" You all but demanded and your girlfriend was quick to comply. Immediately, you both were caught up in a passionate kiss as you made your way to your bed. Clothes disappearing quicker than lightening. Leo couldn't help but stroke her hands over your round belly. "You're gonna be the best mommy to little dove here, but for now, why don't you be my mommy!" She moaned into your neck as she peppered it with kisses.  "Oh Leo fuck please more" you whined helplessly, the hormones running wild.

Once you were safely settled on the bed, your round stomach on full display, Leonora slipped between your thighs as she kissed and nipped at your smooth thighs. "Leo no teasing please" you whimpered. Leonora took pity on you and brought her mouth to your cunt, blowing gently against it as you moaned. "Oh god mommy you're soaked for me aren't you?" You truly were drenched. "All for you Leo please" you bucked your hips against her, your impatience shining through.

Leo brought you over the edge, her tongue lapping up everything you provided her with. Before slipping in two fingers into your hole. "Oh baby! You're so wet for me. Such a good girl. So so good. You're beautiful darling" she murmured as her fingers found the perfect rhythm and hitting that perfect spongy spot every time. "More Leo more fuck me" you mewled as she added a third finger. Her praises and words of love never ending as she brought you over the edge time and time again.

"Leo want you cum" you murmured incoherently. Leonora was quick to straddle your thigh, and bring her lips to your full breasts. "Of fuck mommy your boobs got bigger" she whined before kissing sucking and nipping at them. While her mouth was busy with one side her hand was playing with the other. Both your bodies thrumming with arousal. "Together mommy! Cum with me baby" Leonora murmured against your breast. You tensed your thigh as you came causing Leonora to fall with over the edge with you.

She carefully rolled off you, chuckling as she realised not only were her legs shaking, but yours were too. Your face flushed and body slick with sweat as your hands absentmindedly came to stroke your bump. "Leo she woke up now" you whined, "guess I'm not sleeping with our dove flapping her beautiful wings all night." With a small chuckle Leonora murmured, "she's active just like mama. I'll see if I can settle her for you sweetheart." With a quick kiss you your lips you lay there as Leonora spoke to your daughter in an attempt to soothe her to sleep. For some reason it always worked when she was being active at night, it didn't matter what Leonora said, as long as it was Leonora's voice she'd eventually stop kicking your ribs. You often fell asleep with your wife rubbing soothing gently circles where your baby laid. "She's gonna be a mamas girl" you murmured only to be met with a smile, "she'll love her mommy just as much as I love mine" causing you to groan. "Leo don't start me of again, or we will never sleep.

Word count~ 863

#anon answered #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lesso x reader smut #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #lesso smutt #dean of evil #anon requested

[grokebaby]

@magnuficentwo

AYYYY UNDERRATED VARPUNEN FAM TIME LESGOOO. I'm thinking I'll try to say one positive and one negative but I won't force it if it stalls me

P - Negative: See she was born into a warrior family (aka she's the beast variety of demon), which in itself was just not the right lifestyle for her personally. Real stressful. I could pick probably multiple experiences from here but let's highlight the string of clashes between a Plague from those days who ended up killing and injuring several beasts. There are still two living Villagers that bear the scars from this time. P, however, bears the mental scars of having one or her co apprentices and teachers murdered. She has survivors guilt and various other kinds of guilt from this and suffered a bad freeze reaction that has stayed with her for a while.. The victims weren't even super close to her, but it was the sheer horror of the fact that anyone could just die (and in her mind, it'd be her fault bc she failed to help them).

As a bonus, btw, the plague involved in these events is dead nowadays. Please, do take a guess as to how.

Positive: One time, P and Nan were left home alone together for roughly a week, and since P mostly didn't interact with Nan aside from what she deemed necessary, things got quiet and awkward for a bit.. P was honestly scared, bc she had the fear that this was some kind of test from their husband - one she could fail miserably, somehow, so she remained on her tiptoes the whole time. He said he'd be off on a business trip and as the author I can verify this is actually true, and it wasn't a test, but unfortunately Ps mental state was... Not good. Thanks to him. A few days in, Nan approaches P carefully and tells her that it's okay if she doesn't know what to say, and if she needs her alone time. But if she did want to hang out, or talk, or anything, Nan would be here listening, no pressure to come up with anything special. See Nan had thought that the avoidance had more to do with Ps social anxiety and being a very withdrawn person, rather than paranoia over their husband. Although I won't deny she had a hunch..

Either way, this left a very positive impression on P, and she found some kind of strength in the fact that maybe, just maybe, if things get bad enough, she can lean on Nan. That, and she decided then and there to try her best to treat nan better and try to approach her on her terms. It didn't end up happening too much (not enough in her eyes), but it did still happen.

Sighs lovingly. P deserves way more attention imo. I did not hold back from rambling. Anyways!

Pesticinger - Negative: (TW TORTURE FEEL FREE TO SKIP) So it's widely known she's unpopular amongst humans for obvious reasons, so they often plot various things to get back at her, and often try to even capture or kill it. So there's this waterfall. A group of humans really want Pesticinger to have her "comeuppance" for what she's put them through. So this waterfall. They've set a trap there, where there's a rope that ties into a noose when released, and it hangs under the rushing water. Pesticinger is lured into this trap, and here's the situation: she's got a noose around her throat, and it tightens the further you pull on it. If she gets swept up by the water's pull, it starts choking her, combined with the water trying to pull her under. So she has to literally constantly fight the water, or she suffocates (either by drowning, or noose). It is not a good time. Her feathers get soaked the hell out so flying becomes difficult, she's quickly exhausted and it's kinda hard to call for help when you're trying to fight suffocation. She was rescued, of course. Poor bird. But she can barely even look at a noose, and the noise of waterfalls gives her anxiety. So do ropes, if they're put anywhere near her body.

This next memory I'm not sure if I'd label it necessarily either strictly positive or negative but it was very impactful for her. See Pesticinger has the mental capacity to get really, really introspective and existential, but the way her brain works, also sometimes leads it to tie itself into knots and leads her down dead ends she can't think herself out of. So it can definitely overwhelm itself by overthinking. When she was still very young, in one of these cases, she came to speak to her creator henself; the Mistress. It asked many panicked, disjointed questions, trying to untangle it's mind, and getting distressed, it started knocking at it's head with it's foot. The Mistress, gently, places hens hand on Pesticingers face to block the hits, and they share silent eye contact for a moment.

"Dear bird.. You don't have to know all the answers. You might, someday, but you don't need to. You are more than just a bird, or a beast; you are a force of nature. Even still, you can be as ordinary as you want. Just don't forget yourself."

Pesticinger still feels.. Bittersweet, about it. She's frustrated that she didn't get the answers, in fact the denial of them entirely upset her back then. But she can't say it wasn't also comforting. The reason this memory isn't purely positive is mainly due to Pesticingers mindset.

I think I'll cap this post here BUT BEFORE I DO I'll include just a little something from Nan bc. My number one Varpunen fam for sure. It'll be under the cut

I'll be vague bc I was actually writing a whole thing about this and it's still kinda in progress. But.

Something that's really stuck with Nan was when she, at one point, took her kids to see their grandpa, aka Nans father. He knew there were kids, but hadn't met them due to life just sweeping everyone up for a while.

He did not react well to seeing them. Their visit became very short and very uncomfortable. Nan had to have a talk with her father privately, (His name is Yngve Surström, btw) while the kids awkwardly waited outside.

This would become the last time Nan sees her father before he disappeared completely. Nobody knows why. Or how.

#Ask #Lukittu oc tag #Pesticinger #P #My ocs #tw torture #Nan #Umm I didn't do as many characters as i planned bc I can't be concise for SHIT #But thank you so much!!!!! #My brain just went okay time to speak casual up here. And I'm kinda digging it? Took the pressure off. Hope it's okay to read though #I HAD FUN!!!! CARES YOU TOO AUUAUHAGU NICE FOREVER #Very cool ask my brother

[robthegoodfellow]

Näcken in Loch Nora

Under the wire harringroveweek entry! Billy’s been feeling sicker the further he gets from the coast. Steve happens to be present when he discovers some unexpected things about himself. Partly inspired by/similar in spirit (ahah get it??) to @ihni’s Snäckmor.

Prompt: Monster Sex Kisses

Word count: 2667

By the time they arrived in Indiana, Billy was wishing for death. Leaving home—obviously that sucked, had him ripped to shreds inside, but the further he got from the crashing coast, the further he drove into this land-locked hellscape, the more certain he was that something was… wrong. Not just emotionally, but—physically.

The headache had started around the time they hit New Mexico, the chills by Oklahoma. In Missouri, he’d had to pull over to spew on the side of the road—had needed an hour to rest and rehydrate, though no matter how much he drank, his tongue still felt like a dry crusty sponge. Neil had given him hell for putting them behind schedule, but Billy barely paid him any mind—felt too shitty to care about anything but breathing, calming the churn in his guts.

So yeah, by the time they rolled into Hawkins, Billy was about ready to shuffle off this mortal coil. He’d managed to drag himself out of the car when they reached the new empty house, and some divine inspiration had pulled him into the bare bathroom and under the spray of the shower, where he’d stayed until the water ran cold, ignoring Max pounding on the door. Hadn’t been able to indulge this way in the motels they’d endured while hopscotching across the country—maybe that was it. Maybe he’d just needed a good long wash.

Except, over the following days, as he adjusted to the new town, new school, new routine, he never quite got better. He—he hurt, all the time, sore all over like he’d run a marathon, and thirsty as a dying man in a desert. The only time he felt halfway okay was in the shower, so he’d taken to having three a day—one when he woke up, one when he got home from school, and one before bed. Max had definitely borne the brunt of his foul mood, had been eying him all tense and wary since they’d moved in, like he was a bomb with faulty wiring.

In her defense, he was acting fucking weird, even for him. Twitchy and ornery, zoning out constantly. His ears kept picking out the sounds of running water—the boiler gurgling in the basement, the swish through the pipes when someone flushed the toilet. When it had rained on Tuesday, he’d stared at the window, watched the drops oozing down the pane, mesmerized. Kept picturing himself walking outside, stretching out in the grass, and soaking in the downpour. Could almost—taste it.

And his ring. He kept—twisting it. Compulsively. His mother had given it to him when he was young, told him it was a family heirloom that had traveled all the way from Sweden. It had been too big for him at the time, but she just smiled, said one of those riddling things she liked teasing him with—that it would fit when he needed it to, and for as long as it fit him, he should never take it off.

It had fit him once puberty hit, when he’d gone all gangly and coltish, his knuckles just knobby enough for the ring to stay on. And stay it had. He forgot it was even there, most days. Until recently, when he couldn’t seem to stop fiddling with it, rubbing his thumb over the fine braided grooves, spinning it around and around his finger.

He shouldn’t have gone to the Halloween party, given how crummy he’d been feeling, but the pathetic crowd of popular kids had adopted him as their temporary novelty—an exotic oddity, by their sad standards—and he figured it was better to make good on the opportunity to seize some status in the social hierarchy. Might make the next two years marginally less miserable.

So he’d cobbled together some lame semblance of a Terminator costume out of random odds and ends, guzzled water until he felt less like murder, and headed to this Tina chick’s house. She lived a couple streets over—the blaring music guiding him to the right door.

The party was all right. The shrimpy Hagan guy shepherded him around like a show pony, Karate Kidding their way through the throngs of drunk kids—but the beer was hitting Billy kinda funny. He was only on his second Solo cup, and already his stomach was flipping like he’d downed some funky leftover take-out. Hagan was clumsily ushering him toward the keg, crowing something about beating the king’s record—King Steve, Billy guessed, this guy Hagan was obsessed with.

Afraid he was gonna hurl, Billy shrugged him off and beelined for the bathroom, cursed when it was locked, occupied, and ducked through a sliding door into the sideyard instead. The night air was cool—moist on his face and bare chest, and he bent, hands on his knees, and panted, savoring the pricking cold as it hit the inside of his mouth, his tongue, his throat.

Tina lived on a hill, with a decent view of this valley that dipped beyond the neighborhood. When he finally stood upright, satisfied that the beer and his earlier dinner where gonna stay where they were, Billy saw it: the glitter of reflected moonlight on a lake, not too far in the distance.

It was riveting. It was calling to him—pulling him, pulling until tears welled in his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long he was frozen, staring at the distant water—long enough, lost enough that he jumped when the slider opened behind him and this guy in a halfhearted attempt at Risky Business stepped out.

“Oh,” he said, when he spotted Billy. “You’re the new guy. California?”

Billy’s mouth was moving, his finger pointing, before he’d consciously decided on a course of action.

“I need you to take me to the lake.”

Somehow, that worked. Maybe because the guy had been looking for a distraction anyway—an escape—but after a couple stuttering requests for clarification, Billy had found himself ushered into a Beamer, a hand on his lower back until he was safely in the passenger seat, like the guy sensed Billy was on the verge of a meltdown.

It was quiet in the car for about the minute it took to turn off of Tina’s street, and then the guy tried again.

“Just to confirm,” he said. “This isn’t a Crystal Lake situation? You’re  not planning to murder me once we’re out where no will hear me scream?”

Billy huffed. “My name’s not Jason.”

“No,” the guy agreed. “It’s—Billy?”

“You’ve heard about me, then?” He went for a smirk, but it was a shadow of his usual stuff.

“Talk of the town.” The guy chuckled, wry. “Here to steal my throne, apparently.”

Billy turned, stared at the profile faintly lit by passing streetlights. It was a nice profile, he noticed, but that took a backseat to—“You’re King Steve?”

The guy laughed, but again it had this edge—a dark ironic undertone. “That’s me,” he said. “Though I prefer His Majesty Steve Harrington.” Flourishing a hand, he concluded: “King of Bullshit.”

Billy snorted. “And you think that’s a throne I want, huh?”

“Not if you’ve got a single functioning brain cell.”

“I’ve got at least a few.”

Steve pivoted neatly. “And they’re all gunning for a nighttime swim, are they?”

Billy sat back in his seat, not sure how to explain. Spun his ring to keep from doing something weird, like crying.

Steve didn’t push. Kept driving until he veered onto a dirt road into the woods. The tree cover blocked out the moon, the stars, so that only the headlights cut through the dark. Steve muttered about getting stuck in a ditch, but still he drove—and then at last, there it was: a small grey stretch of sand lapped by gentle waves, the smallest waves he’d ever seen.

The car was hardly in park before Billy was out, blindly striding toward the shore, vaguely aware that Steve was calling his name, stumbling after him. Billy splashed into the shallows, his boots sinking into the soft sandy silt, his jeans soaked to the knee, the thigh.

“You’re actually swimming?” Steve shouted, arrested at the shoreline. “Shit—is this—? You’re not trying to drown yourself, are you? Because you should know that I used to be on the swim team and I will come after you.”

“I’m not,” Billy murmured, eyes fixed on his fingers trailing through the water. It was icy, set his nerves singing like nothing ever had—not sex, not drugs. The closest he’d ever felt to this was surfing.

Just—so alive.

“Hawkins isn’t that bad!” Steve insisted. “Well—it’s worse than you’d know, but still not worth—”

Billy gasped, heart in his throat, as his ring suddenly slipped off his finger, disappearing in the dark depths. How did it even—? Without a second thought, Billy submerged, groping for the lake bottom, desperate. His fingers touched something round and hard, but… it was too big.

And then he could see the ring through the murk, because—because he was glowing. He was glowing—and his hand was growing, shifting, his fingers curling into fists, merging together, his arms and legs sprouting an absurd length, rocketing him upward on all fours.

He burst out of the water, tossing his head to fling hair out of his eyes, and let out a stuttering snort, just like a—like a—

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Steve had back-peddled onto his ass and was staring at him, gobsmacked. “You’re a fucking horse!”

Billy whimpered—yeah, okay, that sounded like more of whinny—and looked down. Beheld a white, ethereal, distinctly horsey chest, a set of long, knobby horse legs sprouting from the black. Tried to raise his foot, but he had four of them now, so it took some concentration to raise the right one—the one that had been the hand touching his ring. He lifted his—fucking hoof—and saw it, big as a bracelet, circling his… ankle? Did horses have ankles?

A part of him wanted to run, but he wasn’t sure whether that was just the sudden arrival of equine instincts. Another part of him was gibbering in the corner of his brain, mentally pinching himself in hopes that he’d wake the fuck up. A third and fortunately dominant part of him was thinking of his mother. How she’d stare at the beach whenever it was in sight, stare in the direction of the beach when it wasn’t. How one day she’d gone to the beach and never come back.

How she’d kept this little collection of Dala horses, wooden figurines painted in vibrant patterns and colors, and sometimes mentioned her ancestors being horse people. Water people.

Billy had assumed that meant they’d owned a stable. Lived by the sea, maybe. Not…

It returned to him, the only time he’d asked. He’d been maybe… eight. Nine? It had been a bad evening.

“How come you married him?”

She hadn’t answered right away. “He said he loved me,” she said, finally. “And I agreed. But he’s almost reached his limit.” Her expression when she’d met his eyes was strange—sad but resolved. “I’m sorry.”

He’d asked for what, but she’d only shaken her head, prodded him off to bed.

Billy huffed, shook his own head, one that felt too heavy, too ponderous, and took a hesitant step forward.

His mom had been—a magical horse creature. A magical… water horse creature? And so was he. And the only help she’d given him was this fucking ring and a couple cryptic words. Thanks a bunch, Ma.

He stepped out of the water—slow, careful as he moved each foot.

Steve had scrambled upright again, gaze locked, unwavering, as Billy approached. He didn’t look scared—more… awestruck. He eyes were huge, reflecting Billy’s glow.

Billy lowered his nose, tipped his forehead in what he hope was universal horse-speak for touch me. Didn’t know why his horse-self wanted Steve to touch him—seemed like more than mere gratitude for not hightailing it out of here.

Haltingly, Steve lifted a hand, placed it between Billy’s eyes. Stroked it down his snout. It tickled the velvet soft skin of his nose, and Billy huffed.

“You are—gorgeous,” Steve said, hushed.

Billy’s heart jumped, and he snorted. Was pretty certain horses couldn’t blush, and thanked God for that.

“Are you—stuck like this?” Steve wondered.

Billy swung his neck a bit, approximating a shrug. Thought about his human body as clearly as he could, like maybe that would help it manifest. And—he felt it. The ring tightened, as though it were… shrinking.

A bolt of panic had him wheeling around and rocketing back into the water—Steve leapt back with a whoa—because what if he turned back into a human and the magic left his clothes behind? Where had his costume even gone in the first place? There hadn’t been any tattered clothing clinging to him, so...?

He didn’t stop till the cool lake was brushing the underside of his weird barrel torso—and yikes that was a shock to his weird horse dick—and then the ring tightened further, and Billy felt himself sort of… deflating. Almost melting. Dimming.

Until he was back to standing on two feet, water up to his belly—not that he needed the coverage, since yeah, his clothes were back, too. He was panting, pulse going wild as his human brain caught up with everything his horse brain had already processed.

There was a loud splashing, and then Steve was in front of him, teeth already clattering in the cold.

“That was—ah—amazing,” he said. “You’re—amazing. And I’ve—” He laughed, a bit hysterical. “I’ve seen some otherworldly shit, but that was—”

“My mom left hers behind,” Billy said. He raised his hand, showed Steve the ring, back where it belonged on his finger. It fit perfect. “When she left for good. I think…” He looked up, and Steve had sobered in an instant, watching him. Solemn. “I think this is what lets me stay here. Stay like this. Or shift.”

Steve took his hand, cradled it in his palm. No one had touched Billy that way. Kinda… reverent. Not since her.

“Are you gonna?” Steve asked. “Stay?”

Billy honestly didn’t know. The water—it hurt to be away from it. Thought maybe living in San Diego, so close to so vast an ocean, must’ve been keeping the longing at bay. Enough that he hadn’t noticed it. Or known it for what it was. But here—it hurt.

“Because,” Steve continued, drawing Billy’s attention back to where they stood, soaked to the bone, on a night just gone November, in a nowhere town, still winded from mind-blowing revelation. His thumb swiped gently across Billy’s palm, tracing his love line. “Because I think I’d like it. If you stayed.”

And that—that hurt, too. But in a different way. It had a sweet edge. Tempting.

“I would need…” Billy began, thinking aloud. “I would need to—do this a lot. Be in water. Enough.”

“That’s no problem,” Steve assured, smiling, roguish. “We have a swim team, you know. I might even rejoin, if you were to...” He raised his eyebrows pleadingly.

Billy snorted, and Steve let out a startled laugh.

“That was a horse sound,” he said, and the fondness in his voice just—did something to Billy, so he did him one better: throwing caution to the wind, he ducked his head, nudged his brow against Steve’s cheek.

Because that’s where this was going. Wasn’t it?

Steve exhaled a shaky breath and cupped Billy’s jaw, tilted his face up—and then they were kissing, and Billy was mostly certain he wasn’t actually glowing, but it sure felt like it.

When they parted, Steve whispered into the space between their lips: “I broke up with my girlfriend literally twenty minutes ago.”

Billy shrugged. “I turned into a horse literally five minutes ago.”

There was a pause.

“You win,” Steve admitted.

Billy kissed him again, relished the wet heat of his mouth, the bite of the lake. Wanted both, so. Figured he’d at least give it a try.

And stay.

#harringrove #harringroveweek #billy is a shapeshifting water spirit #and this is NEWS to him #billy hargrove #steve harrington #blatant abuse of scandinavian folklore

[littlemessyjessi]

Time of the Month: BTS as Vampires Reactions: PS Reader

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Vampire!BTS x PS Reader 

Warning:  Look it talks about your period and the consumption of that.   It is what it is.  If you triggered then don't read.  If you're grossed out by a period (which is a completely natural bodily function that people have no control of btw)  then please just go anyway.   I mean, have a nice day and all I guess but just go.   We don't tolerate double standards in this house.   

So the premise here:   Pre-established relationship.   PS Reader because I tend to write PS Reader.   She on the rag, ya'll and got a vampy BTS boyfriend.  

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Seokjin: 

So this time of the month makes him antsy as hell.   He loves it because actually thinks you smell divine.  I mean, he fucking would.  

And while he does not enjoy the idea of you being in pain or not feeling well… there is something rather attractive about you when you're irritated.  10/10 trying to get choked.  I mean, it's not gonna do anything.  Come on.  He's a vampire and you're not.   But still… the thought of it is enough to rile him up.  Expect him to be around you constantly.   Most of the time, he gives you your space and he enjoys it as well… but for that week… it's kinda hard to get rid of him.

  To his credit, he is very accommodating.  He will get you whatever you need honestly. I mean, he does love you.  You need air? He cranks the AC.  You need heat?  He will get the heating pad primed and ready.  Whatever you want. 

And if you ask him for a cuddle, then he is all too willing and ready to hold you… even if it does about drive him insane because you smell so good. 

10/10 dying to ask you for a taste but waaaaaay too shy to actually do it. 

Yoongi: 

Honestly?  The sweetest.  He has a love/hate relationship with your period because while he does think you are absolutely stunning and smell divine this time of the month… he hates that you aren't feeling well.  He just loves you so much and it tears him up to know that you are suffering. 

He is very doting during this time and makes sure that you eat well, drink lots of water and will basically do anything for you.  

It's fairly common for him to work from home during this time because he wants to be close.  I mean, he does like to be close any time but especially now.   And also, he'd be lying if he said, he didn't want to soak up as much of it as possible.   It's 1 part him wanting to be on hand in case you need something and 1 part him just dying to be near you.   He would take off if he didn't think he'd go crazy.   Keeping up with work gets his mind off it enough that he can somewhat get through. 

Would never pressure you to taste but definitely made sure you knew that he was into it and not at all put off by it and that if you decided that you wanted him to make you feel good… he would be all too willing.   

He adores you. 

Hoseok: 

Well, here's the thing.  It makes him fucking crazy.  He thinks you are radiant and smell amazing.   However, he does have a little issue with control when it comes to this time of month.   And it kills him because you are the love of his life and he wants to be there but he also has to force himself out and definitely up his blood intake because it's a struggle to have you constantly bleeding.   

He is desperate to taste you while you are on your period but he's afraid he'll lose control.  You've told him it's ok and that you trust him… and perhaps that's what scares him the most. 

That you put complete and total faith in him and he could completely break that trust in a second if he lost control.  He has held off so far but he is wearing down on the issue… alot.  

Namjoon: 

His favorite time of the month, honestly. 

Now, that makes him sound like a dick when you're over there bleeding to death and miserable but it's not like that.   But Namjoon is of the mind that it is so beautiful in the natural aspect… and also because you're scent this time is mouth watering.   

Had no issues telling you that he loved and respected you… and therefore would respect your decision… but also that he was very much wanting to have a taste. And that studies had also shown that orgasms were proven to help alleviate pain as well as boosting levels of serotonin.   

And also he just hit you with the big eyes and the dimples and basically you have no strength when it comes to that.   Especially not when there is a promise of all that plus snacks and cuddles with your Joonbug after.  Like come on. 

Jimin: 

On you like a fucking mosquito in June.  Not even joking.  He's like that anyway.  A cuddle bug to his core but that time of the month, he is even more so.  But it works because he is all too willing to love on you when you get needier than usual.  Actually, loves this.   Boy is THRIVING. 

And you smell divine.   The conversation kinda came afterwards because he straight woke you up with head the night it came.   You were both asleep, dreaming peacefully and suddenly you are shooting up in bed and you look down to see his face painted in you, his eyes blow wide and hazed. 

It looked like a scene out of a horror movie and for one terrifying second you literally had to check because you thought he bit you while you were asleep.  You were slightly mortified when you realized just what he was doing and why but you got over it.  Because Park Jimin is a devil with those puppy eyes. 

"But, baby, please.  I'm hungry…" 

One whine and that was all it took. 

The real challenge is keeping him off you  when it hits.   

Little shit would live down there if you'd let him. 

Taehyung: 

He knows before you know.  I mean, you know when your period is coming.  I mean, it's around the same time every month.  But Taehyung?  No, no.  He has an app on his phone and watches like a hawk. 

Initially, this was pure practical as he would NOT be leaving you alone to fend for yourself when you were suffering and he wanted to make sure that he was well fed and had plenty on deck so he could ride it out and not be overcome with temptation. 

However… that quickly went out the window.  I mean, man tried.  Really he did.  He drained all the suppy he'd brought and he still felt dehydrated.    However, he did not expect you to satiate that thirst.  

"Baby, I'm going out for just a bit.  I just need some air." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, babe.  It is too much for you? You can go home.  It's ok.  I'm fine.  I've been dealing for a long time.  Just take some time for yourself." 

"Y/N,  stop.  I'm going to get more blood and I'm also gonna get more snacks and supplies for you.   But I am not going home and I fully expect you to be ready to be held when I get back." 

"Well, damn. But if it's just blood, you can have some of mine.  My neck has healed up well."

"You're already losing a lot of blood.  I'm not about to.." he had trailed off before his eyes landed on your thighs.  "But actually if I take what's already flowing.." 

"You want-"  "Yes, I do.  Legs open, babe. Please.  I'm hungry." 

After that, he's there like three days before you even get your period unloading enough food into the fridge to feed a small army. 

"Taehyung, what is this?  I can not eat all of this." 

"You're gonna need your strength and we're not leaving for a week." 

"I do have a job, you know." 

"You're on leave." he said before glancing at you. "I used compulsion on your boss and he's fine with it." 

"Taehyung!" 

Jungkook: 

The very definition of curiosity. 

I swear, the man won't leave you alone. 

"Babe, let me iiiiinnnnn." 

"Jungkook, I am attempting to put in a tampon.  Give me a second." 

"I wanna see." 

"No, you weirdo." 

Breaks the door down.  Gets scolded.  Doesn't care. 

"Let me do it." he said, snatching it from your hands. 

"Give it back you little freak!"  

"I can do it.  I'm very familiar with that part of your body.  Don't you trust me?" 

"You know, babe.  Boundaries are a good thing." 

"Says the woman who tried to get in the coffin with me." 

"Says the man who is currently trying to put my tampon in my vagina!" 

"Just let me do this and I'll leave you alone." 

A long suffering sigh, "Fine. Go ahead I guess." 

He grins and kneels down. 

"You have never seemed this bored when I'm down here before." he commented with a teasing wink. 

"Well, I don't find tampons particularly sexy, babe." 

He leaned forward for a quick lick and you smacked him on top of the head, "Quit." 

He grinned at you, "I like it.  It's tasty.   Maybe ditch the tampon and just go without it." 

"Do you know how much of a mess that would be?" 

"Not, if I stay down there permanently.  I'm great at cleaning up messes, you know."  

You rolled your eyes, "You're serious?" 

"As a heart attack." 

"You got half an hour." you said. 

"Half an hour?  Babe! I don't even do that when you're not bleeding!  Be reasonable. More than that." 

He blinked up at you, making his eyes round and doe like, "I promise I'll clean up any mess." 

He stopped, furrowing his brows as he looked at the tile in the bathroom, "I can not believe I am actually begging my girlfriend to eat her out.  What has the world come to?" 

"Fine.  I'll free bleed.  But it's on you if anything gets ruined." you sighed, honestly just too fatigued to argue anymore. 

"Awesome!  So like… can we?" he trailed off. 

"Yeah, come on, you blood thirsty beast.  Welcome to Shark Week." you said heading for the linen closet to locate some towels. 

"Shark bait, ooh ha ha." he grinned. 

"Quote Finding Nemo to me one more time and it's gonna be drier than the Sahara down there."  you warned. 

He simply grinned, wide smile on display and a little tremor went down your spine. 

For a second there, your sweet bunny actually did look a bit like a shark. 

You in danger, girl. 

= 

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[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: Drugs, absent parents

a/n: i love euphoria and there aren’t enough elliot x reader fics lmao this is gonna be a multi-part fic!!

word count: 2499 :)

Part 1 | Part 2

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High school wasn’t easy.

Four years of going through the motions, doing the bare minimum and hoping that one day it would just stop.

Depression wasn’t easy.

The endless cycle of waking up miserable, going to school miserable, then coming home and going to bed miserable. That is, until you met Jules.

You knew of her. You knew that she was Rue’s girlfriend for a while. You knew that Rue broke up with her last year, but they were still friends for whatever reason, you didn’t really care.

You knew Rue.

Probably better than Jules did. You two had grown up together. You would spend almost every waking moment with her because frankly you were in love with her at the time. So you spent your days soaking up each minute with her the best you could, until her dad died.

At the time, part of you was jealous of Rue. People constantly asked you about her and how she was doing, even your emotionally absent parents. That’s all they ever wanted to talk about.

They seemed to forget about you more and more everyday. They didn’t even seem to care that they had a child. You felt alone.

The other part of you felt horrible.

Rue had been there for you in every possible way she could, even when her dad was sick. She listened to your problems and offered you comfort. She never compared her struggles to yours and you made a point to do the same.

You felt so shitty for being jealous. So, you stopped.

Stopped hanging out with her, stopped talking to her, stopped being her friend, stopped loving her and now here we are.

You were getting books out of your locker when it suddenly shut. Luckily, you pulled your hands out of the way before they could get slammed in the locker. When you turned to the perpetrator, you were met with short, blonde hair and a small smile.

“Hi.” She said with a sweet voice that made you a little nervous.

“Hello” You whispered back, unable to bring yourself to speak any louder than that.

“I’m Jules.” She extended her hand out for you to shake and you did so, a little wide eyed. “I’m Y/N.” Your voice trembled a bit out of nervousness. You were never good at meeting new people and the fact that you were attracted to Jules didn’t help.

“You’re friends with Rue, right?” She leaned on the lockers after pulling her hand away. You looked around and shrugged. “I guess.”

You felt like your friendship with rue had died off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Cool, so you’d be down to come hang out with us today, right?” You stared. You weren’t sure what her motive was. “Why?” You blurted. She confused you, why did she want to hang out with you all of a sudden? You two had gone to the same school for almost two years and she hadn’t shown any interest until now.

“Why not? It’s always fun to hang out with new people.” She smiled a bit wider and you felt pressured to say yes, so you agreed. When you finally agreed she turned back to look at Rue and some guy. He had grown out blonde hair and a face tat and to be honest, he didn’t interest you all that much.

“Okay, so we’re going to Elliot’s at like five, so we’ll pick you up?” She looked at you excitedly. “Sure.” You could help but smile at her energy. She snatched your phone from your hand and had you unlock it. She did a few things then handed it back to you. “This is my number, text me your address, so I can save your number.” And with that she was off to class. “I’ll see you later.” She smiled and waved and you waved back.

you looked down at your phone and quickly typed out your address in a text message and sent it to Jules. You hoped that you weren’t going to regret this.

After school, you were picked up by your neighbor, Mrs. Marla. She was a bigger, older lady with short hair and a kind smile. She used to be your nanny when you were younger and was pretty much your grandma at this point.

When you opened the car door, she smiled. You looked a little brighter today. When you shut the door she asked, “What’s got you looking all happy today?” You shrugged, “Rue’s friend asked me to hang out today.”

Marla Looked almost startled. “Rue Bennet? The girl you used to be friends with?” You nodded. You weren’t put off by her surprise because you were surprised too.

The drive home was silent after that.

When you arrived home you quickly ran to go shower. Your parents weren’t home and likely wouldn’t be for a few more hours. You shot your mom a text saying that you were going out with friends. You knew she wouldn’t respond so you continued with your shower.

Jules texted you and when you got out, you read it.

‘Hey change of plans lmao’

‘Ellie wants to smoke so we’re gonna meet up earlier, are you still down???’

You smiled.

‘yeah’

She quickly responded back.

‘Cool, we’re outside’

You sighed.

I just got out of the shower. you guys can come in if you want, the keys under the welcome mat.

You locked your phone and headed to your room. You could hear the front door unlock and open.

“Y/N!” Jules yelled out.

“Up here.” You called out. You heard footsteps run up the stairs and she asked for which door. “The first one to the left, I’m not dressed yet.” She let out an oh and walked back down the stairs and to your living room.

You quickly threw on clothes and ran down stairs. Entering your living room, you saw the guy you saw earlier in the day, you assumed was Elliot, and Rue making out and Jules was watching them. “Okay, go off I guess.

Jules’s head snapped towards you and Elliot and Rue pulled apart slowly. Jules looked frazzled and Elliot didn’t look like he had a care in the world, you knew you weren’t going to get along with him. Rue got up. “Shall we get going?” She said while making her way to the door.

You followed her to the car and got in the back seat. Rue sat in the passenger seat and Jules sat in the back with you. Elliot was driving. You already didn’t trust him and you hadn’t even spoken a word to each other.

You were starting to regret this.

On the drive, you learned that Elliot lived with his cousin and she was a smoker so she didn’t really care what he did as long as he stayed out of trouble. This meant that the four of you would be left alone for the most part.

You were a little excited. The last time you hung out with someone, there was an adult overseeing everything, so this would be the first time you hung out with friends alone.

Elliot’s car pulled into his driveway and all four of you made your way inside and to his room. Rue and Jules flopped on the bed while Elliot went to the bathroom. You stood awkwardly in the doorway and Jules patted the spot between her and Rue.

You cautiously laid between them on your front and they got up on their sides. “Did we scare you?” Rue asked tentatively, “No… If you two are dating you’re allowed to kiss whenever, I don’t care.” Rue let out a breath of relief, “We’re not dating.”

You looked a little wide eyed. “He kisses me like that too…” Your head snapped to Jules. Your mind began racing. Was this some kind of indoctrination? Was he gonna start kissing you like that too?

Rue spoke up again, “And we kiss each other like that.” Your mind settled. “So, are you guys in like a poly relationship or something?” “Or something.” Jules replied.

“After we broke up, we decided that it would be best if we didn’t try dating again, until we were both settled mentally. Things took a turn and we started sleeping with Elliot, separately then eventually together and now here we are.” Rue smiled, “We’re not together and we can leave at anytime. It’s all just physical.” Jules said as Elliot walked into the room. You got up which made Rue’s smile drop.

You sat back down on the bed and looked at Elliot. He had a slight scowl on his face, but quickly turned away to dig through his bag. He pulled out an eighth and took it to his dresser, so he could start rolling a blunt. You watched him quietly while Rue and Jules talked behind you.

“Truth or dare?” Elliot suddenly spoke. You flinched. “Who?” Jules responded, he turned around and made eye contact with you. “ Y/N, truth or dare?” You licked your bottom lip, “Truth.”

Elliot squinted, “What’s on your mind?” The question startled you a bit. “Everything and nothing at all.” He gave a slight smile at that and you turned to Rue, “Rue, Truth or dare?”

Rue pretended to think for a bit, “Truth.”

You hummed, “What do you have in your pockets?” Rue looked wide eyed, you saw a baggy in her jacket pocket when you were leaving your house. She pulled the baggy out from her pocket and opened it. She pulled out a small pill.

“Take it.” You knew about her drug problem, but you trusted her, so you took it. You didn’t expect to be hit with the flavor of mint and made a face. Rue began laughing at your disgruntled face, which set off the other two.

“Just wait a few minutes.” She said in between laughs. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and nodded. After three minutes give or take your mouth started watering like crazy.

“What the hell?!” You tried keeping all the saliva in your mouth, but it was almost too much. “They’re dick sucking mints. Jules bought them a while ago. She wanted to use the container for lip balm and put the mints in a baggy.”

You were drooling at this point. You tried to keep it together, swallowing almost non-stop to keep yourself from drooling, while Rue dared Jules put her hand in the back of Elliot’s pants. Elliot jumped at the feeling of Jules’s cold fingers making their way onto his butt.

The drooling stopped for the most part after Jules dared you to drink a bottle of water in ten seconds. After unsuccessfully completing the dare Elliot lit the first blunt of many. He took a hit and passed it to you first. You took the blunt and took a long drag, holding it for a bit before exhaling.

Rue and Elliot were staring at you with a glint in their eyes and Jules looked shocked. “You smoke?” She exclaimed. “Yeah?” You were confused. “I thought you knew, since you invited me to smoke with you.”

Jules shook her head, “You don’t look like the type of person to smoke.” You shrugged and offered her the blunt. She took it with careful fingers and took a hit passing it to Rue. You laid back down and relished in the settling high. It had been a while and your tolerance was lower than normal.

After a couple more hits, everyone was comfortably high and talking. You had your eyes closed laughing every so often. Jules called your name softly and you opened your eyes. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Elliot watched you two with bated breath. Would you do it? If you did, would you kiss him too if he asked? You looked startled, but quickly gained your composure. Lifting yourself from your back, you cupped Jules’s face and brought her closer. Closing your eyes, you softly touched your lips to hers and kissed her.

You parted and opened your eyes again. She opened her eyes too and stared for a bit. She leaned in again and kissed you hard moving her hands on your hips, she positioned herself over you and moved her fingers under your shirt to caress the skin of your waist.

When you parted again, your faces were red. Elliot cursed under his breath and covered his crotch with a pillow. You turned to him, looked at the pillow and started laughing. Elliot looked incredibly embarrassed and glared at you, but eventually started laughing too.

Everyone was laughing and Jules rolled off of you. “That was nice. You’re a good kisser.” You shrugged. “I’m surprised, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Jules gasped, “I took your first kiss?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She pretended to choke you out.

“Jules, I’m so high right now, you could stick something up my ass and I would not feel a thing.” Jules stopped and Elliot spoke up. “Is that an offer?”

You turned to him, “Only if you want it to be.” Rue pretended to choke you out this time. Everyone erupted into laughter and you checked your phone.

There were three missed calls from your mom and a text that read:

‘You better be home in the next thirty minutes or I’m calling the police.’

That was sent ten minutes ago.

You sighed, “I have to go home, guys.” You pouted and Jules whined, “Noooo, stay with us.” She hugged you tightly. Elliot got up and got his keys then helped you up from the bed.

He asked the other two if they were spending the night to which they replied no and got up as well.

You all piled into the car and they drove you home first. You turned to Jules, “Do I look high?” Your mom’s text had sobered you up a bit and you were only a little high. Jules shook her head and you got out of the car.

You waved goodbye to them and Elliot sped away.

You opened the door and were immediately greeted with your angry mother. “Where have you been?” She yelled and you flinched.

“I told you, I was going to a friend's house.” She stopped and looked at her phone. “No you didn’t.” You looked at your messages and noticed that the message you sent her didn’t go through, so you tried it again.

The message would not send, no matter how many times you pressed send. “It’s not sending.” Your mom sighed exasperated, “Then fix it!” You asked for her phone and checked your contact. At the very bottom it said ‘Unblock Contact’.

“You blocked my number.” You looked back up at her and she looked nervous. “It must’ve been a mistake.” She snatched the phone back from you and unblocked your contact, showed you then walked away.

You sighed, you couldn’t wait to move out.

#elliot x reader #euphoria #rue bennett #jules vaughn #elliot euphoria #euphoria hbo #elliot #elliot x y/n #elliot x rue #elliot x you #elliot x jules #nate jacobs #nate jacobs x reader #elliot imagine #euphoria imagine #elliot fluff #elliot fanfic

[papayasnz]

I’m having severe and continuously horny thoughts ab F/ukuchi and I’m in pain over the fact it makes me feel things at the most random times y’all.

Like currently? Thinking about the fact he probably has to travel a decent amount overseas (pretty much canon because of the fact he travels to deal with some crisis or WHATEVER). And then coming home with the most miserable cold. All the fighting, the insane amount of strangers wanting to touch him and talk to him, the jet lag, the rapid change in humidity… he just crashes.

Feels so miserable on the ride back, but it’s only the beginning. Sniffly constantly, but tries to not blow his nose too much because he KNOWS it’s loud when he does and it’s literally a plane. And bringing more attention to himself right now is… not what he wants. Then the coughing starts, the scratchy thickness forms in the back of his throat that just won’t go away regardless of how much water he drinks or how much he clears his throat.

Pressure building in his sinuses as a headache forms from the altitude… and the sniffling gets more frequent and more needy. He can’t help but snap forward with a sneeze that’s way more wet then it usually is, slightly misting the air in front of him. He mumbles a thick and raspy “‘scuse me…” to the person next to him, hoping it’ll stop there.

But no. No. It happens again, and again. Despite not normally bothering to cover, he has the decency to do so when he knows he’s coming down with something. And being around so many people too… wet, harsh and loud sneeze after sneeze getting crushed into his wrist. Watery eyes filled with gratefulness as he thanks the flight attendant when she sweetly offers him some tissues after the 20th sneeze into his already soaked sleeve.

Feeling his face heat up from the amount of stares he’s getting, or people muttering about how they “hope I won’t catch whatever he’s got… ew.”

Finally coming home and just immediately flopping down on the closest soft surface. Bedroom? Nah, couch works fine. Pulling the one soft blanket he’s got on the couch over him to quell the chills running through his body. The bed would be more comfortable but… he can’t bring himself to get back up again.

#b/sd #snz #snz kink #snzario #I’m dying here like #I’ll be thinking about him #soooo much #he is my wife makes sense but still #the struggles of being hornyyyy 24/7 man… #if you ignore the first part about it being for F/ukuchi it could be anyone tbh #go wild y’all imagine your fave DO IT HAVE FUN #I KNOW I’m having fun~

[barrenclan]

Redpelt constantly looks soaking wet and I think it's very fitting for her honestly <3

Most miserable sopping creature with the biggest wettest eyes you've ever seen. She was born in a cardboard box all alone

#ask #redpelt

[kingsansa]

Political Jon and Sansa prompt: Jon’s aides think Sansa is bad news because she’s a journalist but he is obsessed with her

The grand French double doors to the office that resides at the end of the downstairs hallway of Stannis Baratheon’s summer home remained closed the last time Sam checked, just 12 minutes and 38 seconds ago. It’s something they’re all trying valiantly and failing miserably to be normal about. 

“He really thinks we’re stupid.” Pyp grumbles by the window, disdainful. 

“I don’t think he cares much about what we think,” puts in Grenn, just as irritable. 

Edd doesn’t even look up from his laptop. “I don’t think he’s thinking at all.” 

Sam is inclined to think the same, but he doesn’t say so. He isn’t like Edd, who never bites his tongue when situations are dire, even though his words are only likely to make everything worse. Even in the most typical of situations Sam has to scrounge his psyche for courage to say anything at all. Now, he chews on the blunt, near bleeding edge of his thumbnail, unease snaking through his stomach.

This situation is anything but typical. 

Grenn snorts at that. “If he is, it’s with the wrong head.”

Pyp opens his mouth mid snort, probably to say something equally as crass before Davos interrupts thankfully interrupts them.

“She has her own page on Google.” He stops mid stride near a bookcase, the perpetual pacer of the group. “I can’t decide whether that’s a bad thing or a good thing.”

On the campaign trail, when he ran smack into Sansa Stark leaving his boss’ room at five in the morning, he’d spent his breakfast pulling his hair out, poring over his phone because he’d decided it was unequivocally bad. Sansa Stark, American journalist. 27 years old. Born to the deceased Eddard and Catelyn Stark in Winterfell, Massachusetts as one of five heirs to a publishing empire with money so old that it was gray—

She was visible. Problem number one. 

The fact that he noticed her—problem number two.

Pretty journalists aren’t supposed to exist—or rather, they do, they just don’t last for long. Because at the end of the day, they’re all the same. Running themselves ragged for the sake of the story, constantly pushing the envelope, drawing lines and erasing them. It’s taxing work, living like that. It isn’t for the vain. You might start out glossy, bright eyed, and bushy tailed, but you’ll end up the way everyone else does. Tired with rings underneath your eyes, nails bitten to the red, lips cracked, the prospect of a story being the only thing possible to slake your thirst. 

His sister entertained the idea of becoming a reporter once, because that was how Oprah started before she got her own show. Until their mama cried in her honey soaked drawl, “Why would you ever wanna go and do that for?”

Sam couldn’t help but think the same thing the first time he saw Sansa Stark front row at the Cambridge Rally, press lanyard around her neck. Even though he didn’t know she was Sansa Stark at the time. And even when he did, he underestimated just how much of a problem she would become. 

“Trust fund brat, practically New England royalty.” Davos surmises. “Did two years at Sarah Lawrence—”

Pyp winces.

“—graduated top of her class at Yale.” Davos rubs at his bald head. He looks like he’d pull out his hair if he had any. “She’d help him poll well. If it gets to that point.” 

“Maybe it won’t.” Sam finally finds his voice, squeaking. “Maybe it’ll be out of his system by the time the election comes around.”

They all exchange uncertain looks.

They’ve never seen him like this before. His first marriage was before any of them met and it wasn’t something he spoke about. Any dalliances he had since then were well concealed, because Sam didn’t know of any. He just assumed there were none. The intensity in which he dedicated himself to his work made it seem like something so recreational as desire would be trivial to him. Beneath him. 

They all know better now. They just don’t know how to move forward. 

“And if it doesn’t?” Pyp asks. “I mean, if we lose, who cares? But if we win?”

Edd’s gaze moves back to his computer. “You mean if he’s actually stupid enough to continue fucking a rookie journalist through his first term and giving her a front row seat to every single thing that happens in our office?”

Pyp sighs at that, long suffering. “Yeah.” 

Edd shrugs. “That’d probably be bad.”

“No shit—” he begins to sneer.

Underneath his gathering ire, there’s the sound of a door clicking open. Grenn unnecessarily and obnoxiously shushes everyone and Davos quickly finds his seat. Pyp picks up a folder and pretends to read it, though it’s upside down. Edd changes absolutely nothing. Footsteps make their way down the hall. 

Sansa Stark appears, striding through the den where they are gathered. Her cheeks are pink, but her expression is otherwise blank. Her chin is held high. 

“It was nice seeing you all again.” She says, voice cool in its formality.

“You too,” They all stammer out, to some effect. 

There are more footsteps from down the hall, and now Jon is closing in behind her. Not nearly as aloof, with his jaw clenched and his neck all flushed. 

In a tone just as professional, he says, “I’ll walk you out.”

“That isn’t necessary.” She bites out. 

“I insist.” He practically sneers. 

Stark’s upper lip curls like she’s fixing to sneer back before she remembers just how unladylike it is. She throws her shoulders back and storms out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.

Jon throws it back open again before he does the same.

“What crawled up their ass and died?” Grenn asks.

Once again, Pyp snorts, opening his mouth before Davos cuts him off wearily, “Please. For the love of God, do not answer that.”

On the couch in front of the window, Sam has a perfect view of the cobblestone driveway. Their shabby looking cars all lined up. A shiny looking silver Porsche dead last, but in way better shape than all of their cars combined. The sight of Stark storming towards the driver’s side before Jon grabs her by the wrist. 

She all but explodes.

Stark looks like she could slap him. She looks like she’s itching to, but instead, opts for yelling at him in his face, jabbing her manicured pointer finger into his broad chest.

Jeez. 

“What do you think they're fighting about?” Sam whispers to Edd, who’s watching right beside him. 

“Whatever it is, she’s giving it to him.” Edd mutters. 

“Let me see.” Pyp demands, clambering onto the couch beside them. A shift in the distribution of weight on the couch tells Sam that both Davos and Grenn have joined them too. 

Stark appears to stop to catch her breath, hands falling to her sides again. She gives one last huff before she opens the door only for Jon to shut it close again.

When she turns back around to give him yet another piece of her mind he stops her short by covering her mouth with his. 

Stark stands there for a moment, just letting it happen. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, like she’s fighting with herself. Then her hands come up to press against his back, pressing his body closer into hers as it starts to relax slightly. 

“Nevermind.” Edd mumbles, as Grenn lets loose a low whistle. 

Sam knows he should look away, but every time he’s about to, he convinces himself that it’s gonna end any moment now. But it just—doesn’t. It keeps going and going. Jon’s hands dip lower and they have to be on her ass, but he can’t make any confirmations at this angle. But her hands, those are definitely in her hair. And he’s definitely pressing her up against her car.

“They aren’t gonna—” Pyp breaks off. “I mean they’re outside.” Then, at the flash of tongue. “They’re outside.”

“Jesus.” Grenn curses. 

“This will not poll well.” Davos says, sounding like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. 

Jon’s mouth finally leaves hers—perhaps because they both finally needed air—just to find her neck. Stark’s head falls to the side to grant him more access as her eyes roll back and flutter shut. Then they open again.

Staring right at the window. 

Everyone dives for the floor, even Edd. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” Grenn is cursing, while Pyp is repeating, “Did she see us?” over and over again. Edd is face palming himself with his own laptop and Davos is pacing again, saying, “I had no part in this.” Sam can taste terror on the tip of his tongue and shame at the back of his throat—

The door opens.

Everyone scrambles to resume their places again, though they know the jig is far from up.

The door clicks shut. There’s footsteps. Not long afterward, Jon enters the room. His footsteps stop, and there’s no noise for a long time, save for their breathing. 

Sam dares to look up. 

Jon is still by the entryway, staring off into space. Mouth swollen, almost a little dazed. Then he just sighs before shaking his head, as if trying to regain his focus.

When he does, he finds all of them staring at him. 

“Get back to work.”  He barks.

They all straighten, stammering out some form of “Yes sir,” and he stalks out the room, back to the office. The door slams shut. Sam doesn’t have the courage to remind him that before a certain someone showed up, they were doing a mock interview. 

Edd is the first one to speak. As always, he never hesitates to make a bad situation worse. 

“Safe to say she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.” 

Grenn groans and Pyp faceplants into the couch and Davos starts pacing all over again and Sam—well, he just agrees. 

“Definitely not.” He says.

#Answered #ficlet