#so this kitchen was extremely satisfying to put together on the first try

[celiastjamesoscar]

Jeans

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been too long since you had Sam, and you desperately needed her.

Warnings: extremely smutty; G!P Sam, blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating press, choking kink. I think that’s it?

AN: first time writing for G!P and second time writing smut 😬 based off of this request! I hope you enjoy it!

My Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3K

“Sammy,” you whined as you approached your girlfriend’s back and wrapped your arms around her, “I miss you.” Sam laughed at your statement and allowed you to give her back hugs while she worked on making dinner. She was currently adding spaghetti noodles into boiling water, and she couldn’t wait to have a nice, relaxed dinner with you.

It was the first time in almost a month that she enjoyed a meal with just you, and she would try her best to make it the best food ever.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. But we’ve been together all day,” Sam replied.

“I know, but I’ve missed you,” you husked in her ear as your hand slowly traveled down her stomach and dipped into her jeans. “Y/N,” she warned, but you continued your traveling hand until you reached the outline of her dick. You rubbed your hand on it through her boxers, and a small whimper left her lips as she gripped the kitchen counter.

“Sam, please. It’s been so long since I’ve had it,” you pleaded as you continued massaging her, and you felt her start to get hard, “I need you.”

“Y/N, we had sex last night,” Sam shuttered as she tried to calm herself. “I know, and it’s been too long. Please, baby, give it to me,” you whimpered as you cupped her bulge and gently squeezed it before pulling your hand out of her pants, and Sam felt her knees weaken at the contact.

With a shaky breath, Sam turned off the stove, pushed off the counter, and turned to face you. Your eyes were lustful, and Sam saw how badly you needed her cock. “Go on then,” Sam stated, and your knees hit the floor before she could finish her sentence. You reached up and unzipped her jeans before pulling them down her thighs.

The bulge was extremely noticeable now as Sam struggled against her boxers. You smirked up at Sam with innocent eyes as you kissed her clothed cock, and you felt Sam’s hand grip the back of your neck as she let out a loan groan. “Come on, don’t tease,” she commanded, and you pulled back to pull her underwear down.

As soon as her boxers were pulled down, her dick sprang up and slapped her lower stomach. You licked Sam’s v-line, and she visibly shuttered when you got close to her dick. “Baby, please. Be a good girl for me,” she pleaded while gripping your hair.

You gripped her base and licked up her shaft to the tip, and you circled your tongue around the red tip that was leaking out pre-cum. You put the tip in your mouth and gave it a quick suck before you placed a few inches in your mouth and sucked. The groan that left Sam’s lips as she gripped your hair tighter only encouraged you to continue, and you started to bob your head up and down as you took the rest of her in your throat.

The sound of you gagging on Sam’s cock echoed throughout the kitchen, along with heavy sighs from Sam. “That’s it, baby. You’re the best,” Sam whimpered in a heavy voice as she guided you on her dick, and you pulled her dick out of your mouth. “Say it again,” you demanded with lustful eyes, and Sam couldn’t help but follow your commands.

“You’re the best,” Sam panted, “Fuck, you’re the best, babe.” Satisfied with her answer, you quickly took her cock back in your mouth as she guided you again.

You knew she was getting close as her body started to tense up, and her pants became more frequent.

“Y/N, don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” Sam exclaimed as she forced you to go faster, causing tears to well in your eyes. You allowed Sam to face-fuck you as her hips started to buck, and with a loud groan, Sam threw her hand back and came down your throat. She held your head close to her hips as her warm cum shot into your mouth and down your throat. You swallowed every ounce she gave you, and you pulled Sam out of your mouth with a ‘pop.’

“How was that?” You asked with a smirk while taking off your shirt and pants. “Fucking amazing,” Sam husked in her dazed state but was pulled back into reality when you started to undress.

When your pants hit the floor, San picked you up and carried you to the kitchen counter. The plates previously led out were pushed to the floor as you wrapped your legs around Sam’s waist. Sam leaned and kissed your lips while she entered two fingers inside you. “Fuck, baby. How are you always this tight?” Sam asked as she moved her hand back and forth, occasionally curling her fingers inside you.

You whined in response and pulled Sam closer to you, “I don’t want your fingers, Sam. I want your cock inside me.”

Sam laughed at your statement and pulled her fingers out of you. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked off your juices before grabbing her dick and lining up with your entrance that was begging for her. Without any hesitation, Sam slammed her cock inside you, and you gripped her back as you tried to ground yourself. She fit like she was made just for you and filled you up better than a feast.

“Fuck, Sam!” You shouted as your girlfriend wasted no time setting up a fast and eager pace. Sam leaned down and began peppering kisses on your neck before sucking hickeys while she continued her assault on your pussy.

Your breaths became ragged as you tried to suck in breaths; those strokes were strong enough to make you forget to breathe. You moaned loudly when her tip hit your g-spot repeatedly, and you scratched your nails down her tan and muscular back.

“Oh shit, Y/N,” Sam hissed when she felt your nails pierce her skin while her hips slammed against yours. In a single motion, Sam placed your legs on her shoulders and began pounding you, and you moaned from the back of your throat. “Sam! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m close!” You claimed as your walls clamped around Sam, and it became harder for her to move.

Feeling bolder as you continued getting pounded, you grabbed Sam’s hands and placed them around your neck. Picking up on what you wanted, Sam gave your throat a living squeeze, and with that, you arched your back and came hard on her cock. “Sam!” You screamed while coming around her dick, and your walls squeezed Sam even tighter.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’m gonna come inside. Please, Y/N, let me come inside; I’ll be a good girl if you let me,” Sam whimpered as her hips started to slow down as she approached her climax. “It’s okay, Sammy, come inside me. Fill me up with your cum, baby,” you stated while locking your ankles around Sam’s head.

You felt Sam’s cock twitch inside you, and you knew you were about to be full. “Come on, Sammy. Don’t waste a drop and come inside. Fill me up, please, baby,” you coached Sam to her peak, and with one final hard thrust, she spilled her warm seed inside your walls with a loud groan. You smiled as you felt her cum paint your walls white, and then Sam collapsed onto your chest.

“That was so good,” she muttered into your chest, still having her cock deep inside you. “I think that’s the best sex we’ve ever had,” you joked while brushing back Sam’s sweaty hair that was stuck to her face.

“You say that almost every time,” Sam retorted. “I know; that just means you have to try harder next time,” you responded, and Sam chuckled at your words.

“Well, how about I try to beat it again?” Sam stated as she leaned off your chest, and you felt her dick get harder in your cunt. “You can try,” you teased while pulling Sam down into a promising kiss.

#sam carpenter #scream #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera #sam carpenter x female reader #g!p sam carpenter #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n

[eiightysixbaby]

You can take this as a request if you’d like or just a fun thought but I’m just thinking about pumpkin carving with Eddie and he’s making these really cool designs while your just struggling and he’s trying so very hard to be a good supportive bf but once you show him your atrocious carving he’s just like “Dude, seriously? Did you even try?” so you squish some pumpkins guts into his hair and you end up in a pumpkin-guts-fight with each other and gets it it everywhere and you make a complete and utter mess and when the hell is it my turn???

oooooh I love this lmao!! he’s such a jerk but I love him so much.

You set your knife down on the table with a thunk, holding your hands in the air exasperatedly.

“I give up. I actually give up! I cannot get this knife to cooperate with me,” you groan, pouting like a child as you glance at your pumpkin. Eyes and a nose and a mouth drawn in marker mock you, a few jagged cuts here and there from your knife.

“Did I give you a faulty knife, baby?” Eddie asks, pouting right back at you as he places a comforting hand on top of yours.

You both know it’s not the knife’s fault, but to appease you he gives you a different knife anyway. One with a slightly bigger blade, a sharper edge.

“Try that one, sweetheart, see how it works for you.”

You huff, picking up the new utensil and using your other hand to stabilize your pumpkin. The knife presses in, your hand moving it in and out of the orange rind slowly, following your drawn pattern. You feel like it’s barely moving, meanwhile Eddie’s carving away across from you. Like it’s easy. Like it’s simple.

You feel like every cut you make is jagged, or when you do get into a rhythm you lose it just as fast, knife flying out in the wrong direction and ruining the design you’re trying to go for.

“Eddieeeeee,” you whine, slumping back in your seat.

He’s the picture of concentration, his tongue poking out of his stupid adorable mouth as his knife glides through his pumpkin. He’s currently carving Eddie, the mascot for Iron Maiden, having hand-drawn the design himself with all of its intricate details. It makes you sick, watching him. The way he doesn’t struggle at all.

He looks up at you, big brown eyes sympathetic as he sees your frustrated state. He sets his knife down, pausing his work. The glow of the kitchen light makes him look angelic.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Carving pumpkins sucks!” you say, propping your elbows on the newspaper-covered table and dropping your forehead to your open palms. “I’m so bad at this. How do you make it look so easy?”

“I dunno, I just… don’t overthink it? I guess?” he says, lips turning down as he thinks. “C’mon, you’re not bad at it, you’re just stressing yourself out too much. This is just supposed to be for fun, so we can put them out on my porch and light them up, yeah?” he continues, smiling when you look back up at him.

You ease up a little, his cute dimples making you smile. “Fine, okay, yeah. I’m just overthinking it. I can do this,” you say, picking your knife back up, ready to resume your project.

And… it really doesn’t get any easier, but you get less angry about it. Sure, your eye twitches a little as Eddie slides over his first pumpkin, eager to carve a design into his second while you’re still not even halfway through your first. And sure, you honestly want to fling your knife at his forehead like you’re playing darts when he shows you the next extremely detailed design he’s chosen and mastered. But really, you’re not getting mad. You’re not getting frustrated. You’re just having fun.

Finally, at long last, you finish your pumpkin. You set your knife down once more, letting out a sigh.

“Okay…. I’m done. And I’m not doing my second one,” you decide, simply satisfied that you’ve completed one.

“Let’s see it,” Eddie urges, rubbing his hands together.

“Uh… do I have to show it off?” you ask meekly, chewing your lip as you look at your jack-o-lantern’s mangled face.

“Yes, you have to show it off. I’m going to see it eventually,” he says, already getting up from his seat to come around to your side.

You turn your pumpkin slightly until it looks at him head on, your eyes watching Eddie as he takes it in. His face contorts, lips pursing as he tries not to laugh. But it’s too late, you caught the twitch in the corner of his mouth.

“Oh for fucks sake,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie finally cracks, laughter erupting from his chest.

“Baby, I’m sorry - I just… did you even try here?” he snorts, walking away for a second to try and collect himself, only to lose it again when he turns back around. “It took you that long to do this!?”

“I hate you, I actually hate you,” you say, getting up from your seat.

Eddie, far too busy laughing at the pumpkin’s choppy grin, doesn’t notice you grab a wad of pumpkin guts from the middle of the table. He doesn’t notice you turn to him, doesn’t notice you draw your arm back, but he does feel it when a cold mass of goo hits the side of his head.

“Hey!” he shouts, fingers pulling strings of pumpkin innards from his hair.

You giggle, biting your lip to hold back a full-blown laugh.

“Oh, it is so on,” he challenges, grabbing more pumpkin in his large fist.

You shriek, running from the table but it’s no use, a glob hits you right on the back. “I’ve been hit!” you shout, clutching your chest dramatically.

You’re able to sneak back in, your quick reflexes allowing you launch another handful of guts at Eddie, landing right on his chest. You’re about to run, but he grabs your arm, pulling you right to him. You turn to face him, his free hand smearing pumpkin right across your face as you do.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your mouth agape as he cackles maniacally. “Edward Munson…” you warn, fingers furiously wiping pumpkin away from your eyes. “You are in for it,” you say, pointing a finger at him.

“Only if you can catch me!” he taunts, pumpkin goop in one of his hands as he slips out the trailer door.

You laugh, scooping up your own bit of ammo and following him out into the cold night. You might run around the trailer park like children for a while, chasing after each other in fits of laughter. Any neighbors watching must think you’ve both lost it, two grown adults covered in pumpkin, but neither of you can begin to care.

Once you’ve finished your war, Eddie puts the pumpkins on the porch, being sure to put yours front and center. A candle lights the inside, bringing the face to life in all of its wonky glory. His pumpkins loom behind yours, far superior in their level of artistry. You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry a little bit as you look at them.

“Honestly, it’s growing on me,” he teases in reference to your abomination, looking down at you where he’s pulled you to his side.

“Shut up,” you reply, smiling when he squishes you into him and kisses your head.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #leah’s got mail 💌

[coff33notforme]

The Rise boys with an s/o who shows affection via biting, like they can just be hanging out And Reader just bites their respective turtle

A/n: Eats this request. I love this idea sm, especially considering how I actually bite my friends to show affection. I only did Leo and Donnie though, because I couldn't think of anything for Raph and Mikey, so I hope thats alright.

Pairing: Leo and gn reader, and Donnie and gn reader (separately!)

Leo

Whines the first time you did it, he was complaining about how you bit him to hard

But after a while he becomes kind of desensitized to it 

He even turns it into a sort of game 

Whoever gets the most bites at the end of the day wins the game

“What are you doin’ Leo?” 

“Can’t talk Raph, Oh! That reminds me, have you seen Y/N?”

“Uh no? Why?”

“I need to bite them, let me know if you see them.”

It confuses the hell out of his brothers when Leo is walking around the lair like a hungry animal hunting its next meal

Especially when they witness you creeping around, looking to them with a finger pressed over your mouth as if signaling them not to alert their blue brother

It’s like a really, really weird version of hide and go seek 

Usually Leo is the one who ends up having to look for you and when he finds you it ends with you two wrestling on the floor, while Leo tries to bite you #couplegoals <3

Honestly you two have created an entire new love language

You and Leo sat side by side on your plush couch, flailing your arms frantically before you wilted in defeat letting out a tired groan as Leo let out a triumphant yell. Not once had you been able to beat him in Mario Kart, and as fun as having Leo kick your butt was, you wanted to win, even if just once.

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to beat me, I’m reigning champ y/n! It was a cute try though.” Leo hummed as he placed a small peck on your frowning face. 

“Ah come on Nardo! Please, let me win, just once?” you pleaded, clasping your hands together in desperation. Leo let out a low hum, tapping his finger against his face in thought. As if thinking hard on the matter.

“Nope.” 

You grunted, as Leo patted your head sympathetically before he rose from the couch leaning back as his back gave a satisfying pop.

“I’m going to grab something from the kitchen real quick, I’ll be back!” he called walking away.

You had to think of something, and fast. Nothing you could do in the game even seemed to phase him! He was able to doge your shots, and avoid obstacles in the game, so what could you do? 

Then it came to you. No one said it had to be in the game. A smug grin crept across your face. You were going to win, no matter the cost.

That was when the blue turtle entered the room with a bowl of popcorn in his arms as he confidently strutted past you, little did he know that confident streak was about to come to an end. 

“What do you say about one more game Leo? I have a good feeling about this one.” you smiled, waving your controller around. 

“Sure, if you really want to have your butt kicked that badly again.” 

You clicked the star button, the countdown began. 

One

You revved up your engine, glancing at Leo

Two

Leos signature grin spread across his oblivious face

Three!

Without warning, you lean over to Leo, biting his shoulder as he lets out a hurt yelp letting go of his controller as he goes to cradle his ‘wounded’ shoulder.

Meanwhile you remind laser focus on your race as you continue to speed past Leo's still car, until your car finally dashed across the finish line. 

“Yes!” you cheered, throwing your arms up in victory. You turned to the now glaring turtle. 

“Aw Come on Leo, don’t be like that.” you chuckled bringing him in for a hug. Until you felt a sharp sting in your own shoulder.

“Did you just bite me?” 

“Fair is fair.” 

Donnie

Is extremely weirded out

Doesn’t understand why you feel the need to bite him

Is this some weird human thing? 

Genuinely puts in a lot of research to figure out why you bite him, and boy, he’s pretty sure he’s more confused than he was before 

You’ll have to explain that it’s an affectionate thing because other wise hes going to truly start to believe that you want to eat him

Thinks it’s some sort or instinctual thing for you, but he never seems to really make peace with it

I mean, at least he always knows it’s you when someone walks up behind him and bites him

At first he tried to counter you whenever you tried to bite him he’d jump out of the way or simply scoot away 

But that become harder to do every time he saw you

You sat on one of Donnie's spinny chairs your eyes staring at the blank wall as you lazily fiddled with the tool in your hand as Donnie continued to tinker away, hunched over the clutter of parts that laid on his desk. He rose up for a moment sticking his hand out expectingly. 

“Screwdriver.” He commanded without taking his eyes of the mess of parts, without question you handed the item over to him, and once again Donnie became immersed in his work.

You sighed slowly spinning around on the stool, as the sound of scraping metal and rust filled the silent room. 

“Donnie, can we please do something else now? I know I promised I’d help, but this isn’t really what I had in mind.” you spoke turning yourself around to face the purple brother, he seemed to pay you no mind as he worked.

“This is exactly what you promised to help with y/n, and if I recall you said you help me with whatever I asked.” you groaned 

“Yeah, but being your personal tool shelf isn’t exactly what I thought you needed help with.” 

No response. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You looked to the clock hanging on Donnie's wall, it read, 2:34, it had already been two whole hours of this. And saying you were simply bored would be an understatement, you felt as though your brain was slowly melting away, with every minute that ticked by.

You needed to get out of here and quickly. But the whole point of helping Donnie was so that he would hang out with you if you did him a favor. 

Ugh, this really shouldn’t be a difficult thing to think about. But no matter how much you rattled your brain you couldn’t think of an easy situation

“Wrench.” you grabbed the Wrench before an idea popped into your head. As you began to hand Donnie the wrench you scooted closer until you were right beside him. 

Donnie sighed.

“Y/n, what are you…” he was cut off as you nipped his shoulder. 

Silence.

“Did you bite my shoulder?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Can we please go outside now? I’m going to actually eat you if I have to spend one more minute being a tool shelf.”

That definitely motivated him to get moving.

#rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fluff #tmnt headcanons #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt

[thefrontofmymind]

Might As Well 6; Just Outside Of Town

matty healy x videographer!reader

WC: 3771

masterlist

WARNING 18+ MDNI

The first word that came to your mind was content. As you laid in Matty’s arms, watching as the sun rose, you were content. Satisfied was the second word–you thought it was alright with Dylan, you thought that was what an orgasm was. You were wrong. It was like both of your bodies just fit so flawlessly together. It was perfect. From the second you kissed, through every time he asked if you were okay, to now laying together in perfect silence, you’d never felt so calm.

Once the sun was comfortably in the sky, you turned to look at him, you got a shock when you saw he was already looking at you. You both let out a small chuckle–yours from embarrassment and his from feeling you jump a little.

“You alright, darlin’?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, just…” You started, matching his smile. “Happy.”

“Well I’d hope so…” He joked. “With all the work I just put in…if you weren’t happy that’d be a problem.”

“No! I just…I’m glad this happened.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of your head–an easy reach with you perched into the side of his body. “Me too.”

Eventually, you two drifted off to sleep after the string of occasional, sleepy chatter died out. You woke up at about half eleven. The warmth had crept into Matty’s room, leaving you both with a thin sheen of sweat on your skin and a serious case of cotton-mouth.

Matty was kind enough to let you have a shower at his place, you washed off the sweat and now extremely smudged makeup from the night before.

As you both crept downstairs to his van, you hear shuffling in the kitchen. And then a gruff voice.

“Matthew is that you?” An older, bald man walked into the hallway. He had the same eyes as Matty.

“Dad…” Matty said, he sounded surprised. “This is…a friend.”

“Hello, darlin’,” he said in a kind voice.

“Hi…” You trailed off.

“Call me Tim.”

“I’m just taking her home…” Matty said.

You began to panic. What does Tim think of me? Staying the night at his house with his son? Before you could dwell on it too much, Matty was ushering you out the front door and into his van.

In an all too familiar routine, Matty drove you back home, though now there was an air of…something different. You felt closer to him, obviously, but not just physically–you finally were starting to understand one another. You could read his micro-expressions better, and you were sure he was doing the same thing right back at you. As he pulled into your drive, there was a lingering moment of silence as the two of you before you actually said a goodbye. Fuck it.

You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Immediately, one of his hands went to the back of your neck, holding you as he deepened the kiss. The fireworks you felt the night before were still there. It was almost painful to pull away.

“I need to go!” You giggled as Matty refused to let you get too far.

“Just one more kiss,” he requested. So you did, and with an extraordinarily joyful goodbye, you left.

You mum basically accosted you as soon as you stepped through the door.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, already handing you a glass of water. 

“Just a bit hungover,” you answered, trying your hardest to not show your giddiness. 

She gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know, darling, Chris said you had a bit to drink.”

“I did…” You said through a yawn. 

“Just go to bed, love, I’ll wake you for dinner…”

You shuffled to your room. You couldn’t stop smiling as you took off your boots, put on your cosiest pyjamas, and scanned through your shelf of DVDs from one to put on while you–hopefully–got some sleep. Scarface. You put it on, on a low volume, the opening credits’ music began to lull you to sleep.

You very quickly realised half the rush of being with Matty was the secrecy of it. The winks to each other when no one was looking, the secret texts, the hand on your thigh when you coincidentally sat next to each other at the pub.

What you loved the most was the look. A silent signal that meant ‘I’m going to hide in the bathroom, you better be in there with me after I count to twenty’.

You were patiently waiting in the disabled bathroom at whatever pub your whole group had chosen for the night. It was a bit further from home than normal, you’d taken the train just a little bit west for a new adventure. And it was busier–being a Friday night and all–so it was a little easier to slip away without anyone even realising you were gone.

You heard a knock on the door. Your secret knock. You quickly opened the door and let him in. Immediately his lips were on yours. Adrenaline was running through your veins as one of your hands reached to his belt buckle.

Matty broke the kiss and chuckled. “Eager, are we?”

“Please just fuck me.”

With a smug grin, his hands joined yours to undo his belt. And as you popped open the button of his jeans and drew down the zipper, he reached under your skirt. You let out a light moan as his fingers pulled your underwear aside and dove into your wetness. And he let out an equally filthy moan when your hand went straight for his boxers and gave him a few tugs–already half hard.

It was quick and sloppy, within ten minutes you were both spent and you were trying to fix your makeup so it didn’t look like you just got your brains fucked out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Matty crouch to pick up your discarded underwear off the tiled floor. You thought he was going to give them back to you, but he did the opposite, shoving them into his pocket, and giving you a joking wink when he noticed you were watching him.

You went back to the group first, then Matty joined you all after he counted to 100. Nobody noticed when you both rejoined. The conversation was all too focussed on the woman behind the bar that George was sweet on.

“I swear! She gave me a double shot! She wants me!” He argued, to which everyone scoffed.

“She’s a ten, mate! She’d never go for you,” Ross joked.

“Nah! She’s been flirting with me every time I go up and order a drink!”

“Because she wants a tip!” You eventually interjected.

“Well if she’s lucky she’ll get more than one tip tonight,” George quipped.

You groaned in response. “Look, if you think she wants you so bad, I’ll make you a bet.”

He nodded. 

“If you can go up there and order a glass of milk and down it right in front of her, and if she’s still going after you…I’ll pay for all of your drinks for the rest of the summer, and if she doesn’t go for it, you’ll do the same.”

A chorus of ‘oooo’s echoed around the group.

“Deal.”

And with a shake of hands he was off to the bar while the rest of you watched eagerly.  The poor girl looked so confused when he asked, giving a slight nod before grabbing a glass and filling it with milk.

You saw the look of horror over the barmaid’s face as he tipped the glass up and downed it in less than three seconds–you couldn’t help but laugh, you just got all your drinks for free for the rest of the summer. 

Your entire group let out a laugh as you all watched George try to keep a conversation with her while she was working. Then you almost felt back when you saw her say something to him, quite irritated. George slowly trudged back to the table you were crowded around.

“She’s busy working,” he started. “Doesn’t have time to talk.”

“You’ll get her some other time, G.” You patted him on the back

You were suddenly wishing you’d brought a pair of sunglasses with you as you climbed the tree outside of Matty’s house, getting closer and closer to his open window, him leaning out and telling you to hurry up. Eventually you reached the sill, when Matty took hold of you to pull you into his bedroom.

“Now will you tell me why I couldn’t just use the front door?” You asked between feverish kisses after a good twenty minutes of anticipation–you had to take the bus to Matty’s house, he was stuck babysitting his brother, who you were still yet to meet.

“Can’t have Louis finding out,” he answered, pulling you to his bed.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” You chided.

“Nah, he’ll just snitch on me.”

“Are you scared of your parents finding out about me?” You teased, you could see him getting flustered.

“I’m not scared just…I don’t want them to think of you badly,” he said. You understood his concerns, you’d been thinking about your run-in with Tim. “Plus, it’s so much hotter sneaking around.”

You laughed and kissed him again, only breaking it to take off your vest–thin, white material that you could clearly see your bra through, by design.

Things got more and more heated, you were quivering with anticipation of what was to come. That was until there was a knock on the door.

In a fit of panic, Matty pushed you off of him, trying to find a place for you to hide. You quickly hid under the bed. You heard Matty open his bedroom door.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“I need help,” Louis said.

“Yeah?”

“What temperature do I turn the oven to for chicken nuggets?”

You let out a quiet chuckle.

“One-ninety, eighteen minutes.”

“Cool,” the young boy answered. “Do you want some?”

“No thanks, mate.”

You heard the door close and Matty’s footsteps getting closer to the bed. You poked your head out the side of the bed, met with the sight of Matty laughing, looking down at you. He helped you to your feet, enveloping you in a tight hug. The air in the room had changed drastically–from salacious anticipation to a more wholesome, contentment.

“My dad has asked about you though,” he said, still with arms around your waist. You hummed in response, eyebrows raised. “I told him you’re going away to uni and he said he wants you to come over for dinner one night before you leave.”

Your heart swelled at the fact that he’d been talking to his dad about you. “Wouldn’t that mean we wouldn’t be sneaking around anymore?”

“Well we still can with everyone else,” he answered with a cheeky grin. “They don’t have to know…”

You giggled, kissing him again. The air shifted back and you were all over each other once again.

You were overwhelmed by the stars in the sky. Matty had taken you out to the outskirts of Wilmslow, just far enough from all the lights to actually see the night sky above you. You would’ve been frightened about the fact that you and him were all alone in the middle of nowhere so late at night if it wasn’t for the fact that you were so high–something that only added to the whole experience.

As your eyes were up, Matty was stuck looking at you, smiling at your awestruck expression. It was then that he knew. He knew it would be hard to say goodbye to you and that dreaded day was getting closer and closer, a mere ten days left of you. He was trying not to think about it, but every time he saw you, his mind would scream at you to savour every moment.

“Do you think the stars ever get lonely?” You asked him out of the blue.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Like the sun is the closest star to us, all the other stars are so far away…” You explained. “If I was a star I’d get lonely.”

He lightly chuckled at you. Everything you did just made him more endeared to you. Without you even trying.

“If you were a star I’d be an astronaut and visit you,” he said. “So you would never be lonely.”

“You promise?”

“Forever.”

You scooted closer to Matty on the picnic blanket you were both lying on. He lifted an arm to wrap around you so you could comfortably lay on his shoulder. Even with the sheen of sweat over both of you, all clammy and sticky, you couldn’t think of a better place to be in that moment.

When you turned your head to look at him, you were fully expecting him to be looking at the sky like you were, but no, he was looking at you. There was a sadness in his eyes, a sadness he was trying to hide. You couldn’t stand the sight–the idea that this true, deep sadness was your doing–so you kissed him.

It was a very tender kiss, something rare with the two of you. This was the first kiss that felt real, not just the means to an end of getting off. It said all the words you knew would get choked up in your throat.

You felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, you opened your mouth to let him gain entry. You couldn’t get any closer to him if you tried–and you did try, pulling him to lay over you, one of his hands keeping a firm grasp on your thigh.

You were thankful that your fashion choice for the summer were skirts–especially short ones at that–so Matty had easy access to tease a thumb stroking over your underwear. You needed him, and he needed you–as evident from his semi poking into the side of your hip.

With a little shuffling, your underwear was around your ankles and your hand was exploring his boxers. Matty let out a guttural moan in your ear as he was kissing down your neck, it was good to know you were doing something right.

It wasn’t long before Matty had shimmied his jeans down and his hard cock was slowly inching further and further into you. It was a feeling you were so used to now. In fact, something you knew you would miss–along with every other thing about Matty that you loved so dearly.

You’d never fucked like this before. Staunch eye contact between the both of you as Matty thrusted over and over. You weren’t racing to an orgasm, you were appreciating the moment. You could tell Matty felt the same, trying to memorise your gasps and moans and you melted into the pleasure he was giving you.

Soon his pace quickened, and a hand that was previously stroking your hip moved to your clit, firm circles. Matty could feel you approaching your climax, pulsating around him.

“Matty…babe…” You moaned. “I’m…”

“Cum, darling,” he answered, kissing you again.

If it weren’t for the fact that your mouth was a little preoccupied, you would’ve let out a rasping moan, one that was swallowed up by Matty–on the verge, himself, from the squeeze of your pussy as you came. It was only a minute or so until he emptied into the condom he’d hastily slid on and rolled to lay beside you.

You both didn’t say much, laying in the euphoria of the best sex you’d ever had. The stars somehow looked more beautiful than before. You heard a laugh from Matty and his zipper.

You watched him struggle to his feet, then as he just stood and looked at you. You couldn’t mistake the grin plastered across his face in the moonlight. Then he leant down to your feet, fetching your underwear that was still around your boots, and shoving them into his pocket.

“I’m gonna start charging you for those,” you joked.

“What else am I supposed to remember you by?” He laughed, pulling you to your feet. “I’ll reimburse you when I’m all rich and famous. I’ll even get you all fancy ones.”

“Expect the invoice,” you replied.

You were glad to finally see Matty’s house, properly now. You knew his parents were on the telly, and it really showed with just how lovely their home was. You’d commented on it when you first arrived and Matty’s mum blushed with a ‘thank you’.

“And you must call me Denise, darling!” She told you.

It was a good night. You thought there would be some pressure, some anxiety, but it all felt so easy. You laughed and drank as Tim and Denise told you embarrassing stories of when Matty was little. You gave an enthusiastic “awesome, mate!” when Louis told you he wanted to be an actor when he grew up.

It all felt so…normal. You’d never gone to the house of the guy you liked, had dinner with his parents and desperately hoped they liked you. You never even went to Dylan’s house while you were dating. Somehow, this felt more real that what you had with Dylan ever was.

Dwelling on it too much as you were getting ready for bed just made you sad. Two days. Two days left before you would be up-ending your life and moving to the completely opposite side of the country–around Southerners. You hadn’t even thought about how you would say goodbye–to your family, to your friends, to Matty. It made you tear up just thinking about it, but you were quickly running out of time.

Sitting in your bedroom, surrounded by the three boxes of the things you were taking with you, felt so…small. All the significant things in your life–your favourite clothes, your most important DVDs, your laptop, and the photos of all your memories–could fit into just three cardboard boxes. 

The house felt too quiet, like the air was somehow thicker around your room. You felt like you needed it though–the solitude–for your last night home. You were exhausted from the night before, when your family threw you a going-away party to send you off. A night filled with individual ‘goodbye’s for each person you would miss so dearly. It would just be your mum driving you down to Brighton in the morning, you didn’t want a fuss, and your dad would be meeting you there to help you and her move you into the flat you were staying in for the semester. Even though you desperately needed it, you didn’t know if you could cry anymore, you were all out of tears.

You must’ve just been sitting on your bed, just basking in it all, for almost half an hour, when you heard a gentle knock at your door. 

It opened a crack and light came pouring into your dark room from the light in the hallway. It was him, the one person who you knew you would miss the most.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Matty asked when he saw your face devoid of emotion.

“Yeah, yeah…” You answered, trying to put on your most convincing smile.

He stood at the door, looking at you. He could see right through you.

“Do you wanna go for a drive? I have a goodbye present,” he said with a smile.

You mirrored his smile. One last time, you thought. In a flash, your boots were on and you were getting comfy in the passenger seat of Matty’s van as he drove to the park down the road. You tried not to dwell too much on the goodbye, just trying to enjoy your time with him.

Once the familiar, musky smoke had filled your lungs, you felt at ease again. Like nothing was about to change. You chatted like you always did, laughed like you always did, made out, which was a much more recent addition to your friendship.

“I have another present for you,” he said, lightening your kisses.

“Another one? You sure know how to spoil a girl,” you joked.

He opened a CD case and put the disk into his radio while explaining, “I wrote this a little while ago…It wasn’t ready until today and I think you should hear it.”

Soft guitar strumming came through the speakers, it was calming. And then Matty’s voice, so soft and gentle.

“Well we’re here, we’re at the common again. Smoked six of the ten fags I bought only an hour ago.”

You loved it immediately.

“Said well I…I like the look of your shoes, I like the way your face looks when I’m arguing with you.”

You chuckled a little.

“And so when, when we all grow old…I hope this song will remind you that I’m not half as bad as what you’ve been told.”

You smiled, this time to yourself. A warmth spread through your chest.

“When I knock…At a hundred and two, and I see your pyjamas, I can’t stop smiling at you.”

Your vision blurred with tears. Tears you didn’t know you had in you.

“And that’s why we’re here. We’re at the common again. I’ve been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin.

I said well I…like the cut of your jib, and I like the way that your face looks when you’re yapping on about him.

I put on this shirt, and I found your smell, and I just sat there for ages. Contemplating what to do with myself.”

Tears were freely flowing now, and your hand had an almost vice-like grip on his. Like he would be blown a hundred miles away if your grip loosened enough to let him slip away.

“And I called you up…at a hundred and two. We just sat there for ages, talking about that boy what was getting on to you…you…you…you.”

The song ended and you were both left in silence–only broken by your occasional sniffle.

“I can’t go,” you said eventually. “I’m not going tomorrow.”

“No you’re not!” Matty answered, in a very firm tone.

“I can’t leave!” You yelled. “I can’t leave you!”

Matty gave you a knowing look, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “You can…You’re starting your life and you’ll meet new people and you’ll…find peace.”

“What about you?” You asked.

“You can’t shake me off that easy, darling!” He laughed. “I’ll come and visit you, me and the guys. You can show us around the beach…”

You smiled. “I love you so much…you know.”

It was a loaded sentence, you didn’t really think before you spoke.

“I know.” He pulled you into a hug. “You’re my best friend.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut

[sharpth1ng]

h!iii!! I’m new here and I recently watched SCREAM 1 and damn, I’m obsessed with these two. I also read all of fics about them and your one is my FAVOURITE!!!💔💔💔I would like to ask you, how you headcanon(or just see) Billy and Stu relationship from what we saw on film. Popular opinion that Stu was into Billy and Billy wasn’t (respectfully disagree-Billy was a manipulator but I still see by some of his looks and interactions with Stu that he was at least very hot to Stu and cared on his own weird way), some people say they probably had a weird codependent shit going on, some think they were ready to betray each other’s and nothing more. What you think about “canonical” Billy and Stu??

Omg I wrote such a long response to this an tumblr crashed and deleted it so now I gotta re-write and it’s not gonna be as good I’m sorry. But welcome to the fandom anon! Thank you for the appreciation!

I see movie them as pretty similar to the way I’ve written them tbh, I was trying to stay as close to the characterization in canon as I could.

But I think both of these boys have issues that in some way or another means they get something emotionally satisfying out of the other. Like Billy has mom abandonment issues and clearly has social issues, and there’s Stu, literally always by his side when he can be and down for pretty much anything Billy does. When you’re an abrasive person it’s really comforting to have someone who isn’t pushed away by that.

And Stu clearly didn’t get enough attention growing up, his parents are gone the whole movie and it’s implied they’re just gone a lot in general. I think he’s a little desperate for it, and in combo with falling in love with his best friend a little he’s down for whatever.

It’s also just moments like the kitchen and the video store, Billy only seems to genuinely enjoy himself and let loose in Stu’s presence. It’s the way they bounce off each other’s banter and how physically in-sync they are with each other (until shit starts to go wrong and they’re obviously panicking).

Like when Stu comes up behind him and puts his chin on his shoulder, that’s a visual reference to The Thing With Two Heads but also Billy doesn’t move away, doesn’t seem startled, doesn’t even look back, he actually leans back into Stu, and that tells me this is far from the first time they’ve been that physically close with each other. Maybe it’s just me and my touch issues, but I would have to be so damn comfortable with someone for them to be able to come up behind me and touch me and not flip at least a little.

They know each other really well, they’re able to play off of each other to mess with people, and they’re constantly looking at each other when they’re doing it, because they like doing it together. Also just all the moments where Billy looks at Stu like he’s going to eat him alive lmao (when he’s about to stab him lol, when he like strokes his chin with the knife). He looks horny as hell lmao.

So yeah, this doesn’t feel one-sided to me, I think Billy is just extremely repressed, and I think seeing himself as a manipulator makes him more comfortable. I think he might betray Stu in a moment of anger and emotional defensiveness but I think he would regret it later even if he wouldn’t admit it, but I don’t think Stu would betray him.

Also the writer of the screenplay himself has said he accidentally wrote a bunch of gayness into the film because he was closeted himself at the time so y’know

#ask #movie canon opinions #stuilly

[docholligay]

October #5--Making cinnamon Muffins

extremely boring slice of life but hey! I made it halfway to my goal!

“I know what I’m doing, Mako!” 

Mako’s eyes flared with a sudden intensity that one might have assumed would turn to violence. One would not have been terribly mistaken. 

Rei Hino stood over Mako’s countertop, stirring the batter with incredible intensity. Mako could see it now, the tunneling and the toughness in what would have, at one point, been a perfectly delicious muffin. No matter how many times she told her that the ingredients needed to be simply brought together into a loose batter, Rei insisted that they needed to be thoroughly mixed, and her experience of one entire batch of muffins, made before this one, confirmed that she was correct. 

“The kitchen smells great, the last batch was perfect.” 

“It smells good because there’s cinnamon in it. You could put cinnamon in anything, heat it up, and…” Mako took a deep breath, turned her back, and wandered the entire three feet into what might generously be called the living room.

Ami had told her some things were not worth fighting about, especially when the opponent was Rei, who was ready to die on every single hill and go down with a sword in hand. Besides, Rei had bought her own ingredients. It wasn’t Mako’s expensive madagascar vanilla beans, the cost of which Mako could inly imagine, she was wasting. It was probably Michiru’s, though why Michiru had them, she had no clue. She eyed once more the Irish butter and fine handmilled flour at the side of the bowl. Definitely Michiru. If Rei thought every food could be cheap, Michiru thought every one needed to be expensive. 

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. It wasn’t her food money Rei was wasting. 

Besides, maybe she’d leave the ceylon cinnamon. 

She turned back with a smile on her face, Rei finally satisfied with the batter after what seemed to be five straight minutes of furious mixing. Not a single delicate air bubble to be seen in the mixture. Rei put her hands on her hips, stared at the bowl, and gave it one last stir. 

“There. Perfect.” 

The timer to the oven went off and Rei pulled the first batch out of the oven, the pointed tops telling Mako all she needed to know about the quality. 

“So…” Mako pulled the muffins out of the tin and put them on a cooling rack, trying to give them any fighting chance she could, “What made you want to make muffins?” 

Rei looked at her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Usagi wanted to do a surprise for Minako’s birthday. I said I would make a festive fall muffin.” 

“Oh.” Mako looked down at the muffins, “Is that why you put orange and red sprinkles in them?”

“Obviously. It’s fall.” She slopped the batter into another tin, ignoring the fact that her first batch had spilled over the top of the tins, clinging to the edges and created a ragged web where a smooth circle should be. 

“There are other things that are fall, Rei.” Mako said, immediately forgetting the wisdom of which she had just so recently reminded herself. 

“Yeah,” She slammed the tin on the counter. Banana bread, fruitcake, muffins, probably sponge, all the same in her mind, “like cinnamon. Don’t worry, Mako, I have this baking thing figured out. I don’t really need your help, even.” 

“I think you probably do.” 

Rei scowled. “No, I don’t. I just needed the recipe. Don’t worry, I’ll tell Mina it’s yours.” 

A bridge too far. Rei could squander these fine ingredients, she could add sprinkles to a muffin, she could even, it turned out, tell Mako she knew exactly what she was doing, but the idea that she would--

“Don’t breathe my NAME in the direction of those hockey pucks!” Mako towered over Rei, which would be intimidating, if Rei gave a good goddamn, “You didn’t even follow the directions! It says ‘mix until just combined’! Can’t you read?? And where does it say to put in sprinkles?” 

“It was lumpy! Your recipe didn’t have anything interesting it, and Usagi was very clear about what we were doing for Minako--”

“And why wasn’t I a part of that??” Mako thumped her chest, “Instead of you, you don’t even know how to--” 

The door swung open, and Ami rushed ion, scarf trailing behind her. “Oh thank God, I’m not too late.” 

She ran across the room and grabbed Mako by the hand, pulling her out the door as Mako continued to yell, stopping only to pull her coat off the hook by the door. The door slammed behind them, and Rei crossed her arms, satisfied. The kitchen smelled of rich cinnamon, and everything would be perfect. Who needed Mako? Baking wasn’t even hard. 

Rei popped the muffins into the oven. Minako was going to be so surprised.

[okwonyo]

waking you up.

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heeseung would not be trusted by you, to wake you up or anything that is bed related— you'd not even trust him enough when it comes to get out of bed on his own. and, even when he'd get out of bed alone, without you promising kisses afterwards, he wouldn't be able to wake you up. see, he would start well, shaking you a bit and whispering a “baby, it's time to get up..” you'd whine once and he'd give up immediately. he'd even settle himself under the covers and take your sleepy self in his embrace, “okay, five more..” the ‘minutes’ would go unspoken as he'd immediately fall asleep.

jongseong would be so, so, so tender with it. he'd sit on the edge of the bed, caress your cheek with his knuckles and, bend over to gently tell you that it's time. “princess, it's time to get out of bed” he'd smile fondly smile when you start to whine and pull the cover over your head, using it as a barrier to block his voice from entering your ears and the sunlight from reaching your closed eyes. he wouldn't give up, he'd softly remove the cover from your face, “come one, i made breakfast for us” he'd say. he'd help you get out of bed and hold your hand to lead you to the kitchen.

jaeyun would try to be as supportive as possible, also so careful. he'd open the shutter of your room a tad, just so a few rays of sunlight can reach you and prepare you to be woke up by him. he'd sit on the edge of the bed, passing his hand in your hair softly— he'd smile when you hum at his touch. “get out of bed, my love. we have a busy day today” his hand in your hair added to his voice, would make you open your eyes. his pretty face would be the first thing you'd see. kissing your forehead in the most gentle way possible, he'd greet you.

sunghoon would have an heartache just by the thought of waking you up, he knows you want to sleep and, he'd find you so peaceful and pretty. if you are sleeping in the back, he'd put his hand on your back and start to rub it— with love and affection. “pretty, it's time to wake up.” he'd bend, so he can attain your ear and you'd smile at the warmth of his breath against your skin. he'd keep rubbing your back until you decide to get out of bed, as if it was a massage; he loves to watch your satisfied expression as he keeps going.

seonwoo would wake you up as soon as he gets up, as he loves for the both of you to get ready together. he'd be gentle with the way he does it, taking you in his embrace— mind still clouded by sleep, he'd stay still for a moment, allowing your warmth and his to hug each other. “sweetheart,” he'd whisper, voice deep and hoarse because of his sleepy self. “it's time to wake up..” you'd whine something along the line of ‘ten more minutes’ and, he'd tell you to not be lazy, “we can cuddle on the couch, after getting ready”

jungwon would wake you up with kisses— sweetly all over you face. to be completely honest, he would most likely get on top of you at the very first. he'd put his whole weight on you, “get off of me, jungwon..” you'd whine, desperately trying to push him off but, the fact that you wouldn't even be fully awake wouldn't help anything. then, he'd start planting kisses all over your face to make your forget the fact he laying on you. it'd work of course, you'd start giggling like an idiot.

riki would be extremely patient and extremely caring when it comes to waking you up— especially if you tend to get grumpy and moody when you get woken up in the wrong way. simply, he wouldn't appreciate the idea of you starting your day the wrong way because of him. he'd kneel infront of the bed, putting one arm on the edge of it while is other arm extend so his arm can reach your hair. he'd smile when you start to move, eyes focused on your pretty face, “babe, come on.. let's eat breakfast together”

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[orphyd]

Was feeling a little cinematic decorating The Singles’ kitchen...

#i've been in a massive creative funk #so this kitchen was extremely satisfying to put together on the first try #ugh alpha cc how i missed you #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 interior #the sims 4 #the sims 4 edit #the sims 4 interior #sims 4 #sims 4 edit #sims 4 interior #*premades #extras #alpha cc and black cinema bars??? #what is this 2018 ivory-shell

[lily-drake]

I was rereading the Timari 'Hide and Seek' story again and my brain thought up a small after idea. So Tim and Mari, after hiding in an impossible spot to reach (but they're hero/vigilante, it's easy for them), eating desserts and critiquing Gala outfits the two began to catch up, chatting about their work and lives. Both are lost in their own little world with each other. Meanwhile Dick is frantically looking for Tim cause Damian overheard a girl in the most hideous orange dress saying she was dating him and is currently being held back by Bruce whose ripping into the girl for saying such lies about his 13 year old son. Also Damian may or may not cut off a chunk of Lila's hair before Bruce got to him.

Extreme Hide and-Where are You?!

Previous

Disclaimer, both Mari, Tim, and the class are around 17-years-old.  Mari and Tim met when they were about 5, and this is 12-years-later.

“Want to continue critiquing their outfits, then steal a bunch of treats?  I know the perfect hiding spot.”

A glint of mischief and pure joy showed in both of their eyes as she nodded.

“Absolutely.”

“Alright then, we should grab some food while we’re here then we can go hide.”

Marinette nodded and grabbed a plate filling it with many different and tasty desserts, Tim going after the ones she couldn’t carry on her plate.  Once the two were satisfied Tim grabbed her hand and pulled her away.  Memories and the feeling of déjà vu filled her to the brim with childish excitement.  An excitement she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Alright, we can hide out up there and I can promise you no one will ever know or find us.”

Marinette looked up to where his finger was pointing.  It was a long, flat, horizontal beam that ran across the stage about 7 feet below the ceiling which meant that it was  39 feet above them.

“We’ll need to put the desserts into a bag or something first.”

Marinette said with a determined nod.  Tim looked at her in shock for a split second, a bit surprised she’d be okay with the height and risk.  Then he smirked after seeing the strong resolve to actually do it in her eyes.  Tim had been up there many times before, so he knew it was safe, he was glad that she trusted him like this, even after all of that time.

“Alright, we’ll head to the kitchen first to get a few containers then we can climb up.”

“Right.”

And they did just that.  Needless to say both were silently impressed and slightly skeptical at the ease that each had as they climbed up and jumped off of railings to finally get to the spot nobody would be able to see them from, but they could see everyone.

“Wow!  Marinette whisper-yelled and pointed to a woman in a turquoise ball gown with hints of light gold and cream mixed together to form a very lovely design.

“She looks lovely!  That’s such a good shade and it really matches her skin tone.”

Marinette said excitedly, her eyes roaming over it as if she were trying to memorize the design.  ‘Just like when we were kids’, whispered a small voice in the back of Tim’s mind.  Tim watched her and felt a warmth spread through his chest.

“Oh. My. Gosh.  That is absolutely hideous!”

Marinette said in a disgusted and aghast manner.  Tim followed her gaze and saw one of the socialite’s children dressed in a hideous green and purple suit.

“She gives the Riddler a run for his money.”

Tim replied as he glared at the suit and the child in it.

“I can’t believe they let their child come to this in that.”

“Honestly though.”

Marinette added her voice also disgusted.

“Hey Mari,”

“Yea?”

“Did you start that commission company you wanted for your designs?”

Tim asked curiously as he bit into a brownie.  He had remembered younger her had declared that she would become the best designer out there, and by her keen eye it seemed she was still into fashion.

Marinette smirked and leaned back slightly giving off a casual and confident aura.

“Yes, in fact I already have clients too.”

“Is that so?  You’ll have to tell me how to find you so I can order something from you.  If the dress you’re wearing now says anything, I know I want to wear something made by you.”

A blush spread across her cheeks at the praise.  She quickly cleared her throat and pulled something out of one of the pockets in her dress.

“Here’s my business card.”

Tim carefully took it from her hands, a gentle smile on his lips as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him.  When he looked at the card his eyes widened in shock,

“You’re MDC?!”

He practically squealed, his own face quickly flushing scarlet.  Marinette turned to him in shock and nodded.

“You know about me?”

“Who doesn’t?!  You’re the personal desire or both Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale.  Not to mention you’ve worked with so many other celebrities and have even designed for some of the most famous fashion companies around the world!  You’re amazing Marinette!”

Marinette’s was as red as a ripe tomato by the end of Tim’s rant.  His own cheeks were flushed from embarrassment, but not as much as hers were.

“O-oh.  Thank you.  I’m glad you like my work.”

“Y-yea.”

There was a pause as both of them nibbled at the food before Marinette cleared her throat and asked,

“What about you?  Are you running Drake Industries yet?”

Tim sighed and nodded,

“Yea, I’m also co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in shock and turned to look at him.

“That’s a lot!  How are you even able to do that?!  I pick my own everything and I still struggle to get it all done!  Now you’re running two businesses and have time to do things like this?!”

Tim yawned and stretched as he gave her a lazy smirk,

“Terrible eating and sleeping habits, lots of coffee, and a large overprotective friends and family that can’t mind their own business.”

Marinette nodded at that.

“Minus the overprotective friends and family part, I feel that.”

Tim raised a brow at that.

“What do you mean by that?”

Tim asked, rather confused.  Surely she had a whole following of friends.  She was so good and full of light there was no way she couldn’t.

“Well, my parents love me, I know they do because they are always there for me when I need them.  But they are very busy with the bakery and just don’t have a lot of time to make sure I’m doing everything a healthy person should be doing.  As for my friends…”

A sad and longing look shown through her eyes, a small frown placed on her lips,

“Well, needless to say all I was to then was a way to get free stuff.  It’s better that they’re gone.”

Tim nodded, completely understanding what she meant.  Slowly Tim placed his hand over hers, and held it lightly.  Marinette quickly glanced at their intertwined hands then up at him.

“Well, I’m here now.  And if we were friends when we were just kids, why can’t we still be friends now?”

Marinette smiled at that and gently squeezed his hand.

“Yea!  We’ll be the best of friends.”

And one day, hopefully more.  Both thought quietly to themselves, another blush covering both of their cheeks.  The night went on, the two continued to talk and laugh and make fun of the people down below them.  Stuck in their own little world they missed the commotion happening far below them.

“Tim!”

Dick frantically yelled into the crowd.  If Tim was just ignoring him again he was going to get an earful about how it’s important to respond to make sure nothing happened to him again.

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne!”

Still nothing.  Dick glanced back and watched as Bruce struggled to hold Damian back from pouncing on a lady in a terrible short orange dress.  Her hair was a mess from when Damian had first got his hands on her, and one of her front ponytails was a jagged mess as Damian had cut it off with a table knife.

From what he could tell, the lady had been spreading lies and false information about Tim and herself dating.  It wasn’t anything new, but apparently it was enough to set Damian off, which meant it must have been really bad.  Bruce, while struggling to hold the little demon back, was lecturing the students about how it was wrong and the amount of trouble that she would get not only them, but herself in.

“What are you talking about Mr. Wayne!  Lila would never lie about this!”

A girl in a torn up ball gown and ombré hair practically yelled as she hugged the liar, goodness could her sobs sound more fake, close to her chest in a protective embrace.

“Listen here you little harlot!”

Damian growled, still fighting Bruce’s hold.

“I may not like or pay much attention to Drake, but I refuse to let this harlot sully his and my family’s name.  He would never date someone as fake as that-“

“That is enough Damian.”

Bruce commanded, quickly cutting off his son before he could add further insult.

“Now Miss Rossi, I want you to understand that if you continue to spread any more lies and slander I will be forced to take legal action.”

Everyone who knew of or at least had the chance to meet one of the Wayne’s lawyers felt a shiver run down their spine. They were some of the most ruthless people in the world, especially when it came to their jobs.  But the children didn’t know of them, didn’t realize the power they held in a court room.

“You can’t threaten Lila!  She has more connections than even you, and none of the people will be happy with how you’re treating her.”

The girl with glasses but back, a scowl on her face.  Unfortunately she looked anything but intimidating, especially to Bruce.  With a quick flick of his wrist Bruce Wayne replied,

“Aren’t these children just adorable!”

The crowd laughed and went back to their gossiping as Bruce made a subtle gesture for the security to take care of the two ladies who dared to slander his son’s name.

Dick found Jason laughing in a corner of the ballroom as he took a sip from what looked like a cup of whiskey as he put his phone away.  He had obviously recorded the interaction.

“Jason, have you seen Tim anywhere?”

Jason took a long swig of his drink before he replied,

“And what if I did?”

Dick glared at him and crossed his arms,

“This is important Jason!”

“Why, it seems to me like the whole thing was resolved.  Besides, the kid paid me to keep quiet when I saw them in the kitchen.  You’ll have to give me something better for me to spill.”

‘Them?’  Dick thought to himself, he’d worry about that part later, for now.

“And what exactly did he give you?”

“A photo collection of sorts.”

Jason replied a little to smuggly.  That could only mean that Tim gave him blackmail.  Dang it.

“I’ll do your chores for a month.”

“Deal.”

With a quick shake Jason pointed to the upper ceiling of the stage.

“Kid and his friend went all the way up there.  Tell him I said anything and I’ll make sure you won’t have any cereal for the next year.”

Dick nodded and quickly raced towards the stage, using his flexibility and time as a vigilante to get up there.

“So you’re telling me that because you put down a container you caused an orange to fall out of the fruit bowl and it tipped over everything on the counter?!”

Came Tim’s distant voice sounding very amused as he chuckled at the other voice which indignantly replied,

“Laugh all you want, but at least I never got caught on a gargoyle by my belt!”

“Now that’s not a fair comparison!”

“Of course it is!”

A moment of silence, then a burst of loud laughter.  Dick hadn’t heard Tim laugh like that in a long time.  It was honestly relieving.  But, he had to make sure that Tim was okay and that nothing life threatening was happening or going to occur.

Once he was at the top both of them quickly turned to look at him.  Tim looked very annoyed while the girl stared at him in shock.

“I thought you said no one would find us!”

The girl groaned in annoyance.

“I guess he got his comeback from last time.”

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t you remember Dick?  We asked you to seek us out for a game of hide-and-seek and you couldn’t find us.  I’m assuming Jason helped you find us up here.”

“What?  No, I figured out you might be here by myself.”

They both rolled their eyes,

“Sure you did Dick.  Either way, what do you need?”

“Well, there was a girl spreading rumors about dating you.”

Marinette sighed annoyedly and rolled her eyes.

“Lila can never keep her mouth shut, can she?”

“You mean that girl that you were telling me about earlier?”

Marinette crossed her arms, a small frown on her lips.

“Yep, she’s the one.”

“Hey, is she still down there?”

Tim asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.  Dick didn’t like that.

“No, Bruce had her and her friend removed from the premises.”

Tim and Marinette both shared a glance before they both broke out laughing.

“That’s too amazing.  Please tell me you got it on video.”

Marinette weeded out in-between breaths.  Dick didn’t understand what was happening or what was so funny, but he wanted to.

“I believe my brother Jason did.”

Tim gave a small nod.

“Excellent, I’ll get it from him later,”

“You’ll send it to me right?!”

Marinette asked excitedly, taking both of Tim’s hands into her own.  Tim smirked at her, the mischievous twinkle never leaving his eye.

“But of course my dear.  Only the finest for you.”

Tim said in a jokingly posh voice.

“Oh, what a gentleman.”

Marinette replied almost regally.  The giggles came back and Dick smiled at the two of them.  It was obvious that they had forgotten his existence, back in their own little world.  Dick quickly and quietly climbed down without another word.  Tim deserved to be happy like that, and goodness did he need a break from everything.  So what if they stayed up there until even hours after the party was over.  They were catching up, they were enjoying each other’s conversation, and most importantly, they were happy.  So maybe Bruce was panicked about his son and how no one would tell him or help him find where he was.  He showed back up eventually.  And if he unusually disappeared for hours on end these last few weeks, then nobody needed to know that he got a girlfriend.  At least, not yet.

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[tobesoalive]

Josh Kiszka NSFW Alphabet (Smut Headcanons)

ok....so I've been wanting to do one of these for a while and I may have gotten a little carried away. This is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written, please forgive me. let me know if you guys wanna see more stuff like this, maybe with the other boys? idk anyways enjoy!!

Warnings: Everything....

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Josh likes to stay inside you for a minute after he finishes, either burying his head in the crook of your neck or pressing his forehead to yours. Once you are both ready to part, he immediately goes to get you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to clean you up, making sure you’re doing okay. Sometimes one of you will suggest to clean off in the shower or soak in the bath for a little bit, and the entire time he’ll hold you close and press kisses to your temple, cooing words of praise and telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Josh loves his mouth, how it can give you passionate kisses and whisper praises, but also bring you to an orgasm so easily. He loves your hands, the feeling of them roaming the expanse of his skin, how they look wrapped around his cock, and the tingle he gets when you tug his hair and claw his back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There is nothing Josh loves more than being buried deep inside you when he cums. He loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, loves to see his seed leak out of you when he’s pulled out, using his fingers to fuck it back into you. As far as your release goes, what he loves most is feeling you fall apart on his tongue, tasting your release turns him on more than anything.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Every once and a while the thought of you dominating him crosses Josh’s mind, specifically pegging. He had kept his longing a secret for the first year of your relationship but accidentally let it slip one night, but you informed him you’d try it out if he really wanted to. It became an activity you two revisit every couple of months.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has some experience under his belt - I mean he is a famous musician - but nothing too crazy. He had about five or six partners before you, but most of his experience he gained with you. Both of you had vastly improved your game over the course of the relationship, and you knew each other’s bodies like they were your own.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Every position quite honestly, but he especially loves when you ride him. It allows him to gaze up at you and get the perfect view of his length going in and out of you, the sight often causing him to throw back his head and let out a throaty moan. Truly Josh loves any position, but especially the ones that allow him to see your face and the expressions you make. He still likes to have you on all fours every so often and also spoon you while lazily pumping in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the day, but most of the time sex with Josh is light and playful. Giggling is a common occurrence from the both of you during the act, and you will catch Josh with a smile on his face quite often.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Josh prefers to keep it natural down there, only trimming every once in a while if things get really out of hand. He has a dark happy trail leading down from his belly button to a lighter patch of brown curls on his pubic bone that surrounds his length. In addition I think Joshua doesn’t really care what his partner decides to do for their grooming, actually I believe he finds it extremely hot if they keep it natural down there because he thinks you were made perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is extremely intimate, only being taken out of the moment if there’s a lot of other stuff on his mind, or if he is particularly stressed, but he is a very romantic and attentive partner for the most part.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Let’s be honest, Josh has a very high sex drive, and that can be a bit of a problem when he’s on tour or when you’re not around. He takes care of himself by thinking of you, porn isn’t really his thing, if he’s gonna have some sort of visual aid it is going to be photos/videos of you, his favorites being intimate polaroids he’s taken of you that he keeps hidden away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Whooo boy, there are a lot of things this man is into. I’d love to go more into detail on each one of these, so maybe one day I’ll write a piece on these. To name a few, Josh is into hair pulling, light choking, period sex, squirting, mutual masturbation, praise, edging, domination, i really could go on forever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bedroom is always the top choice, but you guys like to get creative, you’ve done it in the shower, bath, car, backyard, restaurant bathroom, empty field at night, secluded hiking trails, his childhood home, and when you guys are very impatient he’ll bend you over the kitchen counter or prop you up on the arm of the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn this man on, he’s so insanely in love with you that everything you do gets him going. Sometimes on stage he’ll spot you in the crowd, seeing you dancing and singing every word, that’s something that really gets to him, and it takes everything within him to not run off stage and fuck you right then.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Josh wouldn’t wanna do anything that puts you in pain, he hates seeing you suffer and would never want to do anything that hurt you, no matter if it would feel good for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There is nothing more beautiful than the face Josh makes when you take him in your mouth. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, grinning with his perfect teeth and sticking just the tip of his tongue out. His moans and words of praise are angelic as well, and the way his soft eyes gaze at you as you swallow his release. As much as he loves your mouth, he prefers to have his on your core. God that man eats your pussy like it’s last meal. Lapping and sucking at your clit, alternating between dipping his fingers and tongue into your tight cunt. He could-and has- cum from just eating you out, it brings him just as much pleasure, and his mouth waters thinking about how good you taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s all of it. It depends on what mood you’re in but this man will make slow, passionate love to you in the morning, fuck you fast and rough in the evening and everything in between.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Josh doesn’t mind a good quickie every once in a while. If you have somewhere to be 10 minutes after he gets home from the studio, no problem. Man can make you cum in less than five minutes, and he does not hesitate to demonstrate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yassss Joshy boy loves to take risks, as long as you’re comfortable. If you propose an idea and it intrigues him, you’ll be trying it within the next five minutes. That’s part of what makes your sex life with Josh so satisfying, you two aren’t afraid to switch things up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually two is where Josh taps out, but sometimes you two decide to stay up all night smoking, talking, cuddling and fucking. Times like those he can go about 4 or 5 rounds. When you two are both home he fucks you at least twice throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You own a few toys that you both use, together or alone. After he left for tour once Josh bought you a vibrator so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Sometimes he’d pull it out while fucking you, just to hold it on your clit. That usually ended with you making a big mess and Josh being extremely satisfied.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Josh likes to tease you a little bit, but he actually enjoys it more when you’re the one teasing him. He likes still being a little submissive.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Much like on stage, Josh is loud in the bedroom as well. Between his throaty moans and grunts, he also is constantly talking to you. He responds to your sounds by saying “Yeah, you like that?” and “tell me how good it feels” and so much other dirty talk because he’s a cocky little shit. He’s also big into praise, whether that be praising you or getting praise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If there’s one thing that makes Josh feel totally elated, it’s making you squirt. The first time he did it was totally unintentional, he was just eating you out like usual, but his fingers curved a certain way and you bursted. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he became obsessed with making you do it over, and over, and over again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man has a beautiful dick. It’s about 7 ½ - 8 inches long with some nice girth to it. It leans a little to the left and has a nice curve to it, and it has some veins that rub your walls deliciously. He used to be self conscious of his dick but you assured him it was perfect and it never failed to please you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Have you seen how hyper this man is? You briefly mention something or even say the word “sex” in a sentence and his clothes are off.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the day, but for the most part he likes staying up for a little while to talk with his arms around you, eventually quietly thinking about how lucky he is before drifting off.

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[pitifulidiot]

Time

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count // 1547

Warnings? Fluff!

wow, another writing piece? wild! anyways, i hope you enjoy this! thank you for taking the time and reading this.

The stove clock was a bright red, it was the only thing illuminating the kitchen. 2:06 AM, it read. Causing you to huff as it mocked you, squinting your eyes once you flicked on the lights all too quick, nearly stumbling once the lights blinded you. Sleep was having a hard time greeting you tonight, you had tossed and turned for nearly three hours and you just gave up. You didn’t want to disturb Steve any more than you might already have.

Ever since Thanos was defeated everything seemed to slowly settle down. Steve had decided to put down the shield and hand it over to Sam. Steve wanted to feel a little normal, he still would go and help if ever needed with some very simple things like helping lift something heavy. But, thankfully he hasn’t been called in to help with anything extreme and hopefully it wont happen, because well, Steve needed a break. He still got up each morning for his run, and each morning before he went he would kiss your cheek and you would respond with something smart. “Don’t work out too hard old man.” Or “if you break a hip just call me and I will pick you up.” Which usually earned you a playful smack to your bottom and the sound of Steve’s laugh which caused your heart to swell.

Steve still kept in contact with the avengers of course, Tony liked to hold family dinners out at his cabin three times a month and it was always nice to see Steve catch up and mingle with everyone and talk about anything and everything that had happened in the short or long amount of time since they had all gathered together.

But now wasn’t the time to reminisce on things, checking the clock once more you noticed that it was now 2:27. Of course you got distracted for the past twenty one minutes, letting out a tired laugh as you made your way further into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and shifting your eyes over the contents. You were exhausted, but strangely not tired enough to fall asleep.

You let out a groan once searching through the fridge and not finding anything that seemed appealing enough, the only thing it seemed to give you was the chills from how cold the fridge was. Being tired just made it easier to be cold. Shutting the fridge softly you soon made your way to the pantry, hoping and praying to find something that was appealing enough to consume.

Moving around a few cereal boxes before once again letting out a groan, there was nothing.. well, there was food but nothing that was good enough in this moment to cure your boredom. You closed the pantry door and turned around before gasping in surprise at the sight of Steve leaning against the kitchen entrance archway, his sleep pants low on his hips and arms crossed over his white tank top and a sleepy smile pulled on his lips.

“You scared me!” You soon mumbled out, one hand grasping your chest while the other hand was still resting on the now closed pantry door letting out a shaky breath as you tried to calm your racing heart. His smile seemed to only widen softly at that, shaking his head at you as he crossed the kitchen over to you, resting his hands on your hips and pulling your smaller frame against his. “Why are you up?” his voice was raspy, sleep still thick in his voice as he questions you, his hands rubbing soft circles against your hips through the shirt you wore- which of course was his. Sighing, you let your head lean forward and rest against his chest. “I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You had mumbled out once more, words muffled against his cotton shirt. As you spoke his left hand moved from your hip to rest against the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair that was still tangled from the tossing and turning you did nearly a half an hour prior to right now.

“Why didn’t you wake me up then? I could’ve kept you company, honey.” Steve said softly, gently rocking you both side to side. You pull away from his chest after a few moments, his hand moving to push some of your hair out of your face which caused a giddy smile to pull at the corners of your mouth. No matter how long you two have been dating you will always feel like a teenager in their first relationship, heart fluttering and the urge to squeal ever present.

“You need the sleep old man, I couldn’t wake you up!” You replied, your smile bright and playful, having to hold back laughter at the shocked face he makes at you. “That was uncalled for, you little minx.” He said with a growl, leaning down and rubbing his beard against the side of your neck and face, causing you to squeal and start to lean back with laughter. His hands held your hips to him so you wouldn’t fall back and to keep you in place. Your hands grasped onto the side of his face as you tried to push him off, but this man was too strong for you to do so.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” His laughter only intensified at your words, starting to pepper kisses across your neck and down to your collar bones and over your shoulder blades as your shirt slipped over said shoulder. Once he was satisfied with the amount of kisses he hummed quietly, pulling away to look into your eyes. After since he retired he seemed lighter and more happy, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Steve struggled with things like everyone else did, but because he was a superhero, people didn’t realize that he was like us- just a little bit stronger physically. He loved being an avenger, but it was time to let go and start the rest of his life. Steve always wanted to grow old with someone, have a couple kids and live in one of those cozy family homes with a white picket fence, have a dog and maybe a cat too. And now that it was just you and him that could start happening, I mean you two already had the house.

His smile was a content one as he looked at you, “Lets go dance in the living room.” He soon said, taking a few steps back before gently grasping onto your smaller hand, pulling you into the dark living room. He switched the kitchen light off, you two having to stumble a few feet into the dark living room, the only sounds were the both of yours quiet laughter and the padding of feet. Finally he managed to switch the lamp light on, “Are we gonna dance to music or-“ He soon cut you off, putting his hand up to silence you with a playful shake of his head. “I am old, im getting to the music, one step at a time.” He said as he made his way to the vintage record player that stood in the corner of your cozy living room. He placed the record in, dropping the needle. Soon soft music drifted through the room. A smile never left his face, making his way to you, presenting his hand and bending down ever so slightly.

You placed your hand in his, taking a step closer to him as he did so as well. You let your right hand rest on top of his left one, his right hand resting on your waist and your left hand resting on his right shoulder. Soon the two of you started to sway back and forth, he kept his eyes trained on you as you stared up at him. The both of you had sweet- yet tired smiles.

“I love you.” Steve soon mumbled out after a few moments of swaying, you hummed after he spoke, leaning your cheek against his chest. “I love you too, I am sorry for waking you up.” Once again his hand started to rub circles into your hip. “Don’t be sorry, darling. Nothing to be sorry for at all. I would rather be awake with you than sleeping alone.” You let your eyes fall shut, inhaling deeply before exhaling softly. He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, letting out a chuckle once he noticed you yawn.

He pulled around for the second time tonight, this time over to the couch, you of course followed him willingly. You would follow him anywhere. He sat down onto the sofa, pulling you onto his lap as he laid back down and letting you rest lay on his frame. He pulled a blanket over you two before reaching his arm back and pulling the string on the lamp, letting darkness embrace you both. “Try and sleep, okay?” His voice was quiet and seemed far away as you had started to fall asleep rather quickly, tiredness finally catching up to you. Steve let his blue eyes drift to the clock by the TV, it read 3:04 AM. Soon he fell asleep as well, the record player still playing quietly.

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[valenhell]

From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites. 

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.  - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no. 

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending. 

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic. 

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet. 

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will. 

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes. 

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers. 

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings. 

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it. 

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not. 

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised. 

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute. 

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable. 

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it. 

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay. 

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it. 

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

#these are my all time favorites that i think you should read #it’s a good start #i've been putting together this post since friday #and i just realize that #apparently all of these have angst in some degree #who would i be if I didn’t read angst ajsjsj #but funny thing is that i try not to —but then the best stories are basically made of it #anyway #most of these are what I consider fandom classics #everyone in the byler fandom is so talented at writing😫💗 #is stonathan the actual ship name? lmao #byler #stranger things #byeler #byler fic rec #fic rec #ao3 #st #st.txt #me.txt #long post #stranger things fic

[jaehyunnie77]

Crave

summary: All the sexual tension leads up to one house party with none other than your best friend Jaehyun.

pairing: jaehyun x f. reader (featuring johnny and mark)

genre: college au; f2l!, smut, humor, fluff

warnings: alcohol, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, oral recieving (both), overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids)

word count: 3.5k

taglist: @jaehyunfirstlove thank you for encouraging me <3

a/n: I wrote this for fun one night haha I tried my best since this is my first time writing a smut and fic. I hope you enjoy this as much as I had writing it <3

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“Hurry up y/n! By the time we get there all the booze will be gone and I won’t get to see Johnny!” your best friend yelled from the living room. “You always see Johnny” you yelled back from the bathroom. “Not the point! I’m trying to get some dick!” You could only roll your eyes and chuckle. “Give me a second. I’m almost done!” If you were being honest, you didn’t want to go to the house party your friends Mark and Johnny were throwing. 

The two guys and your best friend have all been pointing out reasons to go out, especially after your break up with your ex boyfriend. “Y/n, you need to have some fun and live a little. You can’t stay cooped up in your room or in the library forever. That’ll just make you more weirder.” Mark said one afternoon. “Yeah, and you have nice clothes y/n! They need to see light!” your best friend chimed in. You knew there was no point in trying to argue your point, so here you are, on a Saturday night, getting dressed in what feels like forever, to go to a house party. 

You leaned over the sink to put on your lipgloss and do a glance over of your makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror. After weeks of wearing nothing but baggy shirts, sweats, and no effort in doing hair and makeup, you hardly recognize yourself. In replacement, you are wearing tight black jeans that hugs your waist and a red crop top along with black heels. You definetly didn’t recognize yourself. As you made sure everything was to your liking, you headed outside to the living room where your best friend stood. 

“About damn -” she gasped and you instantly felt panicked rushing through your body. 

“What? Is it too much? You know what I’m just going to change.” you said already turning back. 

“No! You look hot as fuck! If I wasn’t chasing after Johnny’s dick, I would be making moves on you.” you both laughed. 

“It’s not too much though? I haven’t gone out since -”

“No, here is what we are not going to do. We are not going to talk about that sore loser of an ex of yours tonight, tomorrow, or any other night because tonight you are going to find someone and get laid!” You couldn’t help but groan out loud. “Trust me y/n. You deserve a night out to have fun and just be you again. You look beautiful.” She gave you a cheeky smile. Before you could say anything, she was pushing you through the door. 

By the time you arrived 10 minutes later to the party, you were honestly speechless. Sure you’ve been to other parties before the boys threw, but nothing compared to tonight. What was supposed to be the front lawn was full of people and even the balcony was people. It looked like the entire school was here partying. Once you found the front door, more people crowded the entire house with bodies against one another, red cups and bottle of beers on every surface, and smoke in the air. Without wasting any time, you both walked toward the kitchen to get yourselves situated. 

As you were about to grab a drink, you were greeted with hugs and yells from Johnny, Mark, Yuta, and your best friend Jaehyun. “About damn time you two got here! We were wondering who kidnapped your sexy asses.” Johnny said, already tipsy. He gave you a one sided hug as his eyes roamed all over your best friend. 

“Oh yeah, what would you have done if my sexy ass was kidnapped?” your best friend flirted back. You couldn’t help but fake vomit as you see your two closest friends flirting in front of you. 

“If you guys are going to flirt and fuck, please don’t do it around me.” you fake  gagged making everyone laugh.

You were then handed a shot glass and when you looked at the owner of the hand, you find yourself smiling widely at Jaehyun as his arm wrapped around your waist giving you a one sided hug. He gives you his infamous smile and dimples as he pulls you close and whispers in your ear, “You look beautiful.” At this point you forget how to breathe because the smell of his cologne and the way he makes you feel becomes all suffocating. 

You and Jaehyun first met in your first year of college in one of your shared classes. At first it was small talk, asking questions if either of you written down notes from the last class, to studying together at the library to coffee runs and making movie nights at one another dorms. Within a short span of time, you two were inseperable and becoming the best of friends.

Sure you have found him extremely attractive, but you knew better than to let your emotions get the best of you. Plus, you were dating your ex, while he had flings here and there. You knew there was never a chance for you both to be more than friends. Or so you thought. 

With your last relationship, Jaehyun had helped you through your break up and made sure to keep you occupied. He did a good job if you’re being honest because after two weeks, you forgot all about your ex. 

One night after a heavy studying session in your room, things got interesting. You don’t know how it happened or who made the first move, but next thing you knew, you are kissing your best friend! The kiss was hot and needy and it made you feel all the tingles everywhere in your body. No one broke away and the more you two made out, the more you craved for him. You found yourself straddling him and begun to grind your hips down on him. You could feel his bulge grow, earning a tiny moan from him. He gripped your waist and started to move you faster against him. Just then there was a loud knock on your door. “Delivery.” You both sigh as you get off of him. 

You come back with the food and didn’t know how to look at him. “Um, I, that...” you stuttered, embarassed at what just happened. He looks at your flustered state and starts to chuckle. You look at him wide eyes as you let out a laugh.

“It’s okay. Glad we got that out of the way.” he said.

You scoffed and threw the nearst pillow at him, not bothering to dissect his words. His laughter booms throughout the room. He calms down and looks at you seriously. “Honestly though, it’s okay y/n. I know I’m hot.” he laughs again. 

“Jaehyun! Oh my god. Shut up!” you cried back as you start to lightly hit him anywhere on his body you could hit. 

As much as you wanted him to make you feel good and fuck you dumb, you weren’t ready to risk your friendship just yet. From that day on, you two never talk about it nor made any other moves to steal kisses or have sex. That didn’t mean you two stopped flirting with one another or the sexual tension in the air. 

With two or four, maybe six, shots downed and however many refills you had, you had lost count, you were having fun. You and Mark played beer pong and won against Yuta and Jaehyun, to which Jaehyun wasn’t that pleased. When he looked over at the table in disbelief, he couldn’t help but soften his emotions when he saw you smiling and laughing. He thought to himself that he would let this go just this once. 

After your victory, you roamed around to the living room and began dancing with a couple of people you’ve seen in classes. Your best friend was nowhere in sight, most likely upstairs with Johnny. Feeling loose and happy, your eyes stopped at the man across the room whose eyes were all on you. 

From where Jaehyun stood, he could see how much fun you were having. He loved the way your body moved to the music and how all he wanted to do was take off those jeans that clunged to your body. He was leaning against the wall and couldn’t stop himself from having thoughts of what he could do to you if you were his. There was no denying that when you two were left alone, there was always an electrufying electricity throughout the room. He wanted more and he was ready to take that risk. He craved you. 

You began walking towards Jaehyun, eyes never leaving one another. His eyes were dark and full of lust and made your whole body shiver. As if the universe was on your side, ‘Pussy Fairy’ started to play. You gave him a smirk as you turned around and started to dance on him. He puts his whole chest behind you, his head finding its way to your neck, and match your movements. You were thankful the room was dark to hide your flustered face as his breath brushed against your skin. 

He kisses your neck ever so softly, letting out a moan only for him to hear. You felt high on ectasy. He put his index finger under chin making you turn your head to him as he kissed your lips. What started off as soft and teasing turned into hunger as your tongues collided exploring ones mouth. Oh how you missed his lips. You pulled away smiling at him as he studied your face, understanding what you wanted. He put his drink down as he took your hand and guided you upstairs to a nearby empty bedroom. 

He closed and locked the door quickly and pushed you against the nearest wall kissing you. You grunt as you felt the sudden impact on your back. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.” he said in between kisses. Your tongues were fighting for dominance, but you knew better. You sucked on his tonuge earning a moan out of him. Satisfy with yourself, you bit lightly on his buttom lip. 

He undid your jeans sliding them down and helping you out of it along with your panties. He kissed you up until he was back to your lips. Your arms around his broad shoulders and hands in his hair. He put his thigh between your legs as you mindlessly bucked into him. You could feel him smirking. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Will you let me be yours tonight?” he asked looking into your eyes. 

“Ruin me ... daddy” you quietly say. 

“Say that again.”

“Ruin me da-” before you could finish your words, he inserted a finger into you. A loud gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

“You’re so wet baby girl. Daddy is going to ruin you tonight.” he inserted another finger, stretching you out completely as you moaned loudly. God his fingers felt magical inside you. He kissed and bit your neck as his other hand started to caress your boob. “So fucking perfect.”

“Jae, I’m going to cum.” 

“Cum on my fingers baby.” 

Without being told twice, you felt your release flowing through you. He helped you ride out your high, fingers never stopping from pumping into you. He kiss your lips and withdraws his fingers and place it into his mouth. “Mmm. You taste so good.” He takes off your top and bra and walks you back to the bed. You helped him discard his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. 

He settles in between your legs as he starts to nibble, flick, suck, and massage both your breasts. You were so turned on by his touches and mouth, you almost cum on the spot. “Please don’t stop daddy” you say breathlessly. 

“Does my baby girl love when daddy’s mouth is on you like this?” he lightly bites your erected nipple. All you could do is nod, words completely leaving your mind. “Words baby.”

“Yes daddy. Please don’t stop doing that.” you bucked your hips towards him. 

“Not yet princess, I’m not done yet. Now be a good girl for me and don’t cum until I say so.” he leaves trail kisses down your stomach to your thighs and to your slit. He circles his tonuge on your clit making you arch your back. “f-fuck” you say. 

“Is all of this for me?” he teases you. With every lick, every squeeze he gives your breats, you felt yourself losing your mind. As he sucks on your clit, he inserts his fingers and pumps into you. 

The feeling is so overwhelming you were close. “J-Jae, I’m so close. Please.”  you begged him. That just made him more determine to make you cum for the second time. He looked up at you between your legs and see your o face and that in itself was the perfect image for him. He loved that he was the one making you feel good and calling out his name. Your hands gripping his hair a little too harshly, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was making you feel good. 

He could feel your body begin to tremble as he put his arm over your stomach to keep you in place and the other over your thighs to keep them open. Without warning, you are cumming for the second time. You felt hazy and on cloud nine, his tongue making you oversensitive. 

He lets go of your clit with a pop. “Did daddy say you could cum? his deep voice sends a shiver down your spine. He gets up to take off his boxer and his hard cock springs up. You couldn’t wait any longer as you got on your knees bending foward and taking his cock in your hands. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you gave his cock a stroke and kisses along the side and finally the tip. He hisses at the sight of you as you put him in your mouth. You bobbed you’re head up and down before he put puts his hands through your hair keeping you in place. You take him in deeper until he was hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck y/n. Just like that. You’re a bad girl, but daddy loves your mouth so fucking much.” 

You pulled him out of your mouth with a pop to get air. Saliva and precum dripping from your mouth. You giggled and take his cock into your mouth again as he thrust into your mouth. You tried your best not to gag, but the sounds you were making made him thrust harder. “Fuck you’re going to make me cum!”

He pulled you back and gently pushed you back onto the bed. Before you could adjust yourself, he lined up his cock at your entrance and thrusted into you knocking out the wind in you. “You’re so big!” your head rolls back onto the pillow as you could feel every inch of him inside you as he bottoms out. He stills for a second to let you adjust to him. “You’re so tight baby.” You grabbed his face down to yours and kiss him. 

“Ruin me Jaehyun.” you say breathlessly.

He pulls out leaving only the top in as he starts to pound into you. With every thrust felt like heaven. The bed starts to hit against the wall at his rapid pace as everything around you turned into nothingness except for him, the slapping of skin on skin, both of your heavy breathing, panting, and moaning. 

The sight of you underneath him was enough for him to hold out on his orgasm. Jaehyun wanted to show you just how badly he wanted you. Your tits bounce perfectly as he pounds into you. The moans coming out of your mouth, his name rolling easily off your tonuge. He leans foward, his forehead against yours, as he perfectly hits your g-spot. “ohmygod, fuck right there, daddy don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you pleaded as you clenched your walls around him coming undone, stars blurring your vision. 

You could tell Jaehyun was nowhere near his orgasm as he slows his movements down. “You’re so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” he kisses your lips softly and moves again Everything was too much for you, but you loved the feeling of his cock in you. 

“Jae please, I don’t think I can take it anymore.” you stated as you have tears in your eyes. 

“You’re doing so well baby. Oh so good for daddy. Can you hold on for one more? Just one more princess.” You nodded your head the best you could as he flipped you over onto all fours. You tried your best to hold yourself up, but as always without warning, Jaehyun rams into you, making the new position feel bliss. You collpased into the bed as you muffled your screams and moans into the pillow. He grabbed your hair, pulling you up to his bare chest. 

“You like this don’t you princess. No one has ever made you feel this good huh?” your brain turned into puddle as you try to look for words. You feel your legs begin to tremble as his thrust start to become uneven. 

“Yes daddy I love your cock stretching me out.” 

“I can’t believe we never fucked until now.” he says in between breaths before reaching down to rub your clit. “Cum with me baby.”

With one final thrust he releases into you filling you up as you reached your fourth orgasm of the night. 

He kisses between your shoulder blades before collapsing next to you. You two lay there for a moment catching your breaths. 

You were the first to break the silence, “That was amazing.” You turned to face him as you see sweat glistening over his body and his hair sticking to his forehead. How could he look so damn attractice after sex. You no longer felt intoxicated from alochol, but intoxicated from Jaehyun instead. You two look at each other before he pulls you to him and cups your face. He presses his soft plump lips onto yours. From what was hunger a minute ago, was replaced with gentleness and love. 

After your last relationship, you didn’t know if you would ever fall in love again, but in the last couple of months, you realized you fell in love with your best friend without meaning to. Or maybe you had always loved him since the first day you two talked. Unbeknownist to you, he was already in love with you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. 

“I love you.” he quietly says as he strokes your hair mindlessly. You look at your interwined hands as a smile crept up on your face. You looked up at him, “I love you too Jung Jaehyun.” He looks at you with loving eyes as you give him another kiss and falling asleep in his arms. 

It was 7 in the morning as you had a throbbing headache. The memories of last night still lingered in the air as Jaehyun’s arms are wrapped tightly around you. You felt safe with him and you wondered how did you ever get so lucky to have him in your life. 

There was a loud banging on the door and you remembered that you both fallen asleep at Mark and Johnny’s house. “Hey! Get up! Come and help clean up this house!” Mark yells. 

Jaehyun groaned at the loud banging and held you tighter. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Good morning cutie” you say as you give him a morning kiss. His eyes flutter open as a smile crept on his face. “Good morning beautiful.” He snuggles his nose against the crook of your neck. You try to get up to get dress when Jaehyun grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“Jae we have to go. I’m pretty sure the person who lives in this room wants his room back.” 

“Eh Mark can wait. It’s not like he can make do the dishes when I do them every night.” 

“Huh?” you look at him confused. 

He realizes your confusion and chuckles. “The guys asked me to move in with them a couple of months ago. I thought I told you or at least one of them did.” 

You gave him a are you serious right now look and pout. You smacked his chest lightly, “No they did not and neither did you!” 

He laughs wholeheartedly and pretends to be hurt. 

“I’m sorry princess.” He gives you a kiss to the lips. “I was so lost in being in love with you, I forgot to mention it. What can I do to make it up to you?” he kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and finally your lips. He lingers there for a second before a smirk is plastered on his face. “Want to go for round two?” he wiggles his eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jae I love you, but I’m sore.”

“I’ll be gentle I promise.”

Without waiting for a response, he climbs on top of you.

Far in the distance, Mark is heard pounding on another door asking for help to clean the house. 

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[bukojuiice]

are you feline what i’m feline? — todoroki shoto

ೃ pairing: cat boy! ┃pro hero! todoroki shoto  x fem pro hero! reader

ೃ  tags: smut 18+ (the rest of the tags are below the cut!)

ೃ  warnings: nsfw

ೃ wc: 3k words

ೃ  my nav  →  my mha writing masterlist  → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ  blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.  

ೃ dedicating this fic to the lovely and amazing @todosweetheart​ bc her cat boy! shoto art is the reason why this fic exists. thank u for the content u feed us val! 🥰💓

additional tags:  use of natural aphrodisiac, cat boy! kink, overstimulation, fingering, kitten/cat play, rough but loving sex)

You had just recently moved in to a new neighborhood with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shoto. 

Your blissful domestic life with him was just about to begin and life couldn’t get any better than this. and yet... 

sometimes you wish you could do more for him. 

The two of you met when you were hired to work at his father’s agency, stealing glances at him by the reception area whenever you came in for work, and coincidentally getting into the same elevator as him. Not knowing that he was woefully smitten with you too. It was only through the probing of your co-workers that you had drunkenly confessed to him at a company party and he had (soberly) confessed to you too.

That was where everything started. 

That was how you and the No. #3 Pro-hero got together.

Sometimes, it made you think if you were even worthy of his love. 

You were just a hero with a support quirk; with it being used for more science and field-related work as your powers made you manifest and create drinkable liquids that could change the physical appearance of a person (make them invisible, turn them into an animal, or even turn them back into a child or into an elderly person) for a limited time and depending on how strong or weak the solution. This means that through your quirk, you are able to tamper with a person’s DNA through these concoctions without any consequences. It was a powerful quirk, just like magic, yes, but can it be used for offense? Sadly not.

Shoto’s quirk was the exact opposite. Bearing the quirk of fire and ice, he was the definition of perfection. The perfect quirk, the perfect combination of two exact opposite elements, and how adept he is at using both of them. Often praised and hailed by the public for not only being extremely powerful, but also for how painstakingly handsome he is. You were just waiting for some controversial tabloid to talk about the No. 3 Pro Hero and his girlfriend who was way out of his league. 

Shoto constantly reassures you not to worry about them, never failing to calm you down with his gentle I love you’s and forehead kisses whenever he sees you tensed up and nervous, and never failing to tell you that you are the light of his life and his strength to continue fighting. and yet, it still worries you sometimes.

Today marks your 2 year anniversary. 

The two of you decide to go out on a simple date tonight at one of the best-reviewed restaurants in the neighborhood as the two of you were busy with throwing out the moving boxes and unwrapping your furniture, combined with the hero work that the two of you do during the day. Completely ruling out the possibility of being able to plan an elaborate anniversary date. 

But, it was alright. As cheesy as Shoto makes it sound, no day can ever become the worst, as long as he’s spending it with you. 

“Ah~ Those crepes were super yummy! Plus, the cafe was really cute!” You beam with a satisfying yawn, the two of you walking side by side, hand holding the other, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder for that extra warmth against the cold summer night. 

“Yea. There was a classy vibe to it. That was my first time trying a galette, and I must say that was tasty.” He remarks, turning to you. Your radiant and lively energy was infectious and he can’t help but smile. “Leave it to Mina and Sato to know all the best restaurants, I suppose.”

You nod contentedly and the two of you continue to walk back home in silence. Shoto looks around, taking in the sight and wondering if he could point out any small details about your surroundings that could make you laugh or smile. He notices a small shadow perk up from beneath a bush and he casually points at it. “Hmm? (Y/N), look over there.” 

You follow Shoto’s gaze and also notice the small shadowy figure. “Oh?”

The quiet sound of a purr could be heard from the bush. The two of you wait a little bit for the creature to reveal itself. A black cat pounces out of the plant, it’s beautiful green eyes staring back at you. “Meoooow.”

The cat walks up to you and you crouch down, putting your hand out, and wait patiently. Sure enough, the cat nuzzles against it. 

“Ahhh she’s so cute.” You observe the cat a bit more and notice it’s femme feline features. Shoto crouches down next to you and pats it’s head. Clearly the kitty seems to enjoy all this attention as she’s purring up a storm. “She is.” 

You glance at Shoto and notice how his eyes glimmered a different blue-grey light as he continued to play with the kitten. Pure bliss present in his face. His handsome and soft features make you blush, with the heat rising up to your cheeks, you quickly turn away before Shoto could notice you.

Bingo.

What if you turned into a Cat Girl and made Shoto… ya know…

It was a simple formula after all. You could whip up a concoction, sprinkle in a little bit of natural aphrodisiac and that’s it! The recipe to the sexiest and kinkiest night of your life! Maybe you could show your love to Shoto in a different way than most girlfriends do to their boyfriends no?

“AHAH!” You suddenly jump up from the ground, your boyfriend perks up a little bit in surprise too. You then bring out your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Sho-kun! Come on! Let’s get home!” You grab his hand and drag him away. He adjusts his running to your pace, smiling at your sudden burst of eagerness and excitement. “Alright alright, love. Be careful so we don’t trip.”

That night, you told Shoto to not wait for you as you had to brew up some potions for tomorrow as specially requested by a hero from your agency. Although reluctant at first to leave you, he intently watched you work your magic at  the little science lab in your house. The smell of the strong chemicals waft around the living room, prompting him to retreat back to your bedroom, but not without a quick kiss (that was about to turn into a make out session) before bed. 

“Happy anniversary, Love.” Shoto holds you by the waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you swaying slightly to the non-existent rhythm and this makes you almost want to go to bed with him. “Shall we continue this tomorrow?” He peppers kisses down your neck, you giggle in response. 

“We shall.” You turn to him and deliver a kiss to his lips. You pull away before you could even begin to think of yearning for more. “I’m sorry if we had to cut our anniversary short. It’s your day off tomorrow right? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He nods first before giving you one last kiss, this time on the forehead. “Goodnight (Y/N). I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He pulls away. you watch him leave your lab first and make sure he’s out of sight before you get back to work. 

After a few more hours of solving the formula and crafting the recipe for a potion that doesn’t necessarily turn you into a cat, but rather, give you only cat ears and a cat tail, yu bring out a thermos bottle from the cupboard and pour in the liquid solvent along with the natural aphrodisiac. You stir it a little bit before using your quirk to add the finishing touch and to make it a viable and an actually working potion. 

“Can’t wait to drink this tomorrow.” You snicker to yourself, as you pour all of the liquid onto the thermos, storing it in the fridge and then proceed to go to your bedroom and finally hit the sack.

“AHH I’M LATE!” You rush out of the bedroom, messy bedhead hair, your hero suit not even fully zipped up, mismatched socks, and your bag tossing and turning, most of the contents falling out, your thermos being one of them. “I’M LATE FOR WORK! BYE! I LOVE YOU!” You greet Shoto who was eating his breakfast in the kitchen, planting him a farewell kiss on the cheek as you dash your way out of the house. 

“I l-love you too.” He bids goodbye with a wave, but you weren’t even there to hear it anymore. Shoto’s eyes cast downward, a bit disappointed that he wasn’t even able to greet you properly this morning and how your anniversary date felt so short even though you promised each other you would spend more time together later today. 

He then notices your water bottle on the ground. A sticky note that was labeled “Drink me!” was attached to it and of course as every other person would react once they see a note like that,

Shoto thought that was for him. 

“SHO! I’M BACK!” You call out to him, closing the door behind you. “Sho~?” You sing-song, peering through the kitchen and the living room but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. “Where are youuu?” You continue to traverse through your house, looking for him. You grind to a halt when you notice your thermos bottle on top of the dining table… All empty.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

“Shoto!” You call out, your voice cracking with nervousness. You rush to your bedroom, hoping and praying that he was there. Only… for the lights to be out. 

“Sho?” Your hand reaches out for the light switch. But, you hesitate. What if a demon had kidnapped your boyfriend and you had to save him!? What can your quirk even do to save him!?

“(Y/N)...” He finally responds. Although his tone was soft and still a bit suspicious, you breathe a sigh of a relief and finally turn on the lights.

The lights illuminate the room to reveal your boyfriend in his usual turtleneck fit that you always ogle at. You look up and down, noticing that this is still the same man you know and love and nothing bad actually happened until… 

You look up and behind him.

He’s still the same man you know and love. 

Just this time however. he’s a cat boy. 

“I drank the potion that you made.” He says ever so casually, nothing ever fazes him as usual. “It had a “drink me!” sticky note attached to it and I thought it was for me.” He continues to speak plainly. You thought you could get out of this situation scotch-free and you didn’t have to explain to your loving boyfriend what had happened to him. That was until he crossed his arms, his feet tapping the ground, and his cat tail waving behind him. “Please explain to me why I am now a cat boy.” 

“Well…” You began twiddling with your fingers, trying your very best not to make eye contact with him or else you would end up squealing in delight because of how adorable he looked. “You see, I made this potion to turn me into a cat girl so that I can… ya know… please you and stuff. I saw how affectionate you were with the cat we saw last night so.. I guess you can consider this as my late anniversary gift to you?” You laugh sheepishly, still trying your best not to look at him as his gaze intensifies. 

Shoto’s black and white cat ears twitch as he tries to stifle a laugh. “Fine. I forgive you. This will wear off eventually right?” You nod in response and Shoto’s shoulders slump down in relief. He was about to approach you and envelop you in a hug, until his legs wobbled midway and he practically fell down onto the floor. 

You rush to him and help him stand up, propping himself on the bed. “Sho… are you alright love?”

He starts breathing heavily, cat ears twitching once again, fingers trembling, lips quivering, and his face as red as a tomato. “(Y/N)... what was even in that potion you made?”

You suddenly remember the aphrodisiac you added to the recipe.

Oh no no no no (2)

Shoto suddenly turns away from you before you could notice the bulge rising in his pants. He covers his face in embarrassment, refusing to look at you. 

“I also added some aphrodisiac and some catnip into the potion ahahaha…” You scratch the back of your neck. Shoto turns to you again, his eyes glowing like that of a cat and giving off a smoldering feeling. He shifts your position, gently yet somehow arduously pinning you down on the bed. He steps closer, hands moving up your sides, going around your back, pulling you flush against him. Shoto nips at your earlobe, sending sparks through you. 

You bite back a moan as he kisses your neck, his tongue hot, the gentle scrape of his teeth (slightly sharped like that of fangs) leaving you shivering. 

The two of you stop for a bit. He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Tension coils around him, barely contained energy. As if Shoto is preventing himself from showing you his animalistic and feline hunger wanting to ravage you.

“C-can I-”

Before Shoto could even utter another word, you grab his face and pull him back into a desperate kiss, capturing his gasp and the throaty moan that follows. You capture his mouth with yours, and he responds eagerly, his kiss fervent, all his restraint crumbling at your touch. 

He kisses your chin, and you tip your head back as he trails his lips down your neck, murmuring praise.

He lays you down, hiking your shirt up, tossing it to the floor, then deftly unhooking your bra, and exposing your breasts. You giggle and reach for his pants, unzipping the fly and getting a little thrill when you see the huge bulge in his boxers. 

You push up his turtleneck sweater to admire his abs and Shoto smiles back at you seductively. 

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly, a little quip that he barely does when the two of you make love, his husky voice makes your stomach swoop.

“I can only tell you if you purr first.” You tease back, running your fingers over his cat ears. Shoto  feels the tickling sensation build up inside of him, slowly about to give in to his raw animal instincts. While you continue to run your fingers through his cat features, he begins to suck and nibble on your breasts. You feel yourself get lost in his gentle caress, barely even notice him pulling off your panties and sliding them off between your legs. Shoto’s fingers slowly slide into your womanhood, as if testing out the waters. He works them in and out for a bit, then pulls them out, brings them to his mouth, and licks them. 

Like a kitten licking its milk. 

“Sho…”

You feel the last of Shoto’s restraint break as his cat ears twitch again, you can practically feel the energy crackling around him, and the hunger in his eyes more evident than a while ago. Shoto then braces his arms beside your head, as he slots his hips between your thighs. You rise up to meet him, a low moan spilling from your lips. 

“(Y/N)... I’m going to put it in now…”

You bite your lip and nod in confirmation. 

Shoto gently sets a slow pace, your head spins at the sensation and the arousal coursing through you, your hips rolling to meet the movements of his cock. As he enters, the thrilling sensation courses through you again and your mind feels like it just melted. 

You gently rub his cat ears again, and his cock twitches inside of you, the enthralling reaction resulting in a shudder of pleasure shooting through your body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And that pleasure transmits to Shoto loud and clear from your pussy. 

Meanwhile, his breathing was ragged, more wild and animalistic than normal. Which is to be expected due to the potion but… this hot and intense feeling radiating off of him was different. 

And you love it.

“I-I feel like I’m losing control…”

As Shoto speaks, he slams his cock into you, making your legs shake and you moaning louder than you should. Everything seems more intense, from his thrusting to the look on his eye. 

At this point, it’s getting harder and harder to form a coherent sentence. 

“Is it alright if I go faster?” Shoto says softly, you hold his hand in reassurance, unable to respond properly as every intense emotion running inside of you makes you let out hitched and breathy moans instead. 

Shoto pulls out halfway, then slams back inside of you, making a loud sticky sound.

The two of you were acting like animals in heat. 

“A-ah! Shoto!” You mewl out, each of Shoto’s thrust hitting an undiscovered part of your insides. Spurred on by your voice, his pace further increases, until you’re both moving frantically. You gasp at his intensity, at the weight and heat of his body pinning you down.

“(Y/N)! I’m going to-” 

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, and his fluffy tail briefly brushes against you. Shoto’s body tenses up as he prepares to unload inside of you.

Shoto’s body spasms- including his tail. Waves of pleasure flood over you as his semen shoots full-force into your depths.

The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute before he slowly lays himself next to you, his feline features slowly disappearing as you try to catch your breath.

“L-look they disappeared with one whoosh.” You say in between pants and giggles, Shoto covering the two of you with your bed duvet, chuckling along with you/

“Next time, please label things properly and tell me if you added any sort of ingredient that could increasingly highten my sex drive.” He says with an exasperated sigh, yet satisfaction plastered all over his face as he looks at you lovingly. “I love you (Y/N). Happy anniversary… nya~” He whispers the last few words, shooting you a wink. 

Your eyes widen, your mouth forming into an O like that one Chris Pratt meme. “Y-you just said…”

“Let’s h-have a nap and just have some late dinner instead.” He shushes you by planting a kiss on your forehead. 

You were about to protest, but as soon as Shoto shut his eyes, you didn’t bother doing so anymore.

You plant a kiss on his knuckles, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too Sho. Happy anniversary.”

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[myaimistrue]

my gift for the wonderful @lotsofquestionslimitedanswers as part of the @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! i hope you love this sweet bit of fluff as much as i loved writing it <3

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Cas has fought celestial battles. He has seen the rise and fall of human civilizations, he has razed cities and healed kings, and he has been the only thing outside of God’s control. Yet somehow, someway, he is being bested by a pan of scrambled eggs.

He lets out a string of curses he would never have even dreamed of fifteen years prior, and carefully carries the smoking pan to the trash can. He dumps as much of the blackened lump as he can unceremoniously into the trash can and sticks the pan, still coated in bits of burned eggs, back on the stove.

Cas is trying to make breakfast to bring to Dean in bed. He’s doing okay, he thinks, except now there just won’t be any eggs. Or pancakes. (Cas actually thought the batter turned out pretty nicely, but when he went to pour the first bit into the pan, his hand slipped—he spent a good twenty minutes cleaning all of that up.) At least there’s still bacon. Shit, the bacon!

Cas rips the oven open, still cursing, and just barely remembers to put an oven mitt on before he pulls the pan out. Thank God, the bacon is on just the right side of burnt, sizzling and crispy but not blackened yet. He breathes a sigh of relief, and sets the pan down carefully beside the other on the stove. Well, Dean’s always enjoyed bacon the most—if breakfast is just that, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Cas figures he can at least make some toast to go with it. Unfortunately, he forgot to buy more bread at the store yesterday, so there are only three pieces left, two of which are end pieces. He toasts them all, gnawing on a thumbnail and trying to convince himself that Dean won’t hate all of this.

Cas has only been back, free from the Empty and fully human, for a month. It’s been a good month, mostly, full of reunions and laughter and slowly but surely figuring things out. He and Dean share a bed now, share a life in a way they never did before, and it’s good. Cas is learning to be human again, and every step of the way, Dean is with him, endlessly patient and gentle with all of it, seemingly happy just to be with him at all. And Cas gets to kiss Dean when he wants, gets to hold his hand and brush his fingertips along the crinkles at the corners of Dean’s eyes, and every day, he gets to tell Dean he loves him. 

The only problem, really, is that Dean hasn’t said it back yet.

Cas knows Dean loves him. It’s clear now—it was clear from the moment he stumbled out of the Empty and into Dean’s trembling arms—and Cas understands that Dean shows it in different ways than words. He shows it in the way he sat with Cas for an hour helping him learn to tie his shoes, the way he makes PB&Js without complaint whenever Cas requests them, the way he slides his hand into Cas’s while driving and runs his thumb back and forth along Cas’s palm. Regardless of whether he says it out loud, Dean loves Cas with such ferocity that Cas sometimes worries he can’t match it. 

So Cas is doing what he can: he’s making breakfast in bed.

He arranges the limited food on an old wooden tray, along with two mugs of steaming coffee and a jar of Dean’s favorite apricot jelly that he did remember at the store. Cas studies his handiwork critically, then adds a few napkins (amidst all the change, Dean remains a very messy eater). The end result looks nice, Cas thinks. Better than he worried it might, at least.

Slowly, carefully, Cas makes his way out of the kitchen, and to the bedroom he now shares with Dean. The door is cracked from when Cas left earlier, and he can see the corner of the bed, the way Dean’s pulled all the blankets over to his side. Cas smiles at how familiar that’s become lately—it seems that with the luxury of his own bed, Dean is loath to share the covers; Cas steals them back all night long, but it works out because Dean puts up with his kicking. 

He creeps in and sets the tray down on his bedside table. Then, unable to resist, he slips back under the covers and wraps his arms around Dean. Dean stirs somewhat awake, and wiggles back into Cas with a satisfied hum. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Dean says sleepily. “Where’ve you been? ’S early.”

“Uh, I was…” Cas glances back at breakfast, and he thinks it looks measly now, small and poorly put together. “I made breakfast. For you to eat in bed.”

“...You made me breakfast in bed?”

“Yeah,” Cas says quietly, tucking his face in Dean’s neck, enjoying the closeness but also trying to hide his embarrassment. “Is that okay?”

“What? ‘Course it is.” Dean sounds like he’s smiling, and Cas can see it in his mind’s eye, that dreamy thing that only comes out when Dean is extremely relaxed. “It’s sweet.”

“Sweet,” Cas says, testing the way the word feels in his mouth.

“Yeah.” Dean’s still half-asleep, unfiltered and unencumbered in a way he rarely is, even now. “You’re real sweet to me, Cas. Always are.”

“Even though the breakfast isn’t good?”

“What?”

Cas sighs. “I messed up the pancakes and the eggs, and there wasn’t enough bread. It doesn’t look good like it does when you make breakfast.”

“I don’t care about that,” Dean says, a little more awake, his voice sure and strong. “I’d eat concrete if you made it for me.”

At that, Cas feels the knots in his stomach begin to unwind, feels his heartbeat slow to match Dean’s. He kisses the back of Dean’s neck, lips lingering on sleep-warm skin. Dean shifts closer.

“We’d better get up,” Dean murmurs. “Don’t want the coffee to get cold.”

“Or the bacon.”

“You made bacon?” Dean sits straight up in bed, sniffing around in the air like a bloodhound and apparently completely awake. Cas rolls his eyes and flops over into the warm spot he left behind, pulling the covers up and over himself again. “I can’t believe I didn’t smell that. Damn, Cas. You outdid yourself.”

“I don’t know about that,” Cas says. He peeks around the blankets as Dean grabs the tray and settles it over his legs eagerly. “It’s not—”

“Oh hell yeah!” Dean looks down at him with a brilliant smile that seems to make everything else around them go dim. “You got the apricot jelly stuff?”

“Yeah.” One thing Cas had done right. “I picked some up at the store the other day. I know it’s your favorite.”

Inexplicably, Dean’s ears go red. “Thanks, Cas.”

“Of course.” Cas sits up and studies Dean’s face like he has for years. Dean’s expression is a little difficult to read, but he’s still smiling. Cas feels himself start to smile, too. “So this is okay? You like it?”

“Dude.” Dean looks at him incredulously, but it’s good-natured, fond. “You’re as bad as me. I’m telling you, this is great. I don’t think I’ve ever had breakfast in bed before. And it’s…” Dean goes red again, this time all the way to the apples of his cheeks, but he continues on valiantly. “Nobody’s ever done the shit you do for me. And I’m so fucking lucky, it’s ridiculous, and I…” The hush of their bedroom seems to grow, to expand, as Dean glances at the tray then back at Cas with some huge emotion behind his eyes. “I love you.”

Cas blinks. “You—”

“I love you.” Dean says again.

“You love me,” Cas repeats breathlessly. He knew it would come eventually, he did, but this—this is worth the wait.

“I love you.” Dean laughs like he can’t quite believe it, like he’s so happy it’s ridiculous, it’s impossible. “Holy shit, there it is. I said it. I love you. You made me breakfast in bed, and I fucking love you.”

Cas surges up, unable to hold himself back any longer. He takes Dean’s face in his hands and kisses him as deeply as he can, as deeply as he’s ever wanted to. Dean is surprised at first, but meets Cas in the middle like he always does, takes what Cas gives him and then takes some more. They only separate when the tray is in danger of tipping all of their breakfast over onto the floor.

“Let’s eat first?” Dean says sheepishly. “And drink the coffee?”

Cas’s face hurts from how hard he’s smiling. “Yeah. Okay.”

So they sit side-by-side in bed on top of the covers, sharing bacon and toast, sipping coffee between secret little smiles, and Cas relishes every bit of it, every human moment. He watches Dean chew, enraptured by the image he makes: the sunlight behind his head a halo, the holiness of his soft grey shirt and sleep-mussed hair, and all of it, eclipsed the golden shine of a soul Cas can no longer see but can feel—even in his humanity, he knows he can feel it. 

“I love you,” Cas says.

And when Dean says it back, his face is more beautiful than anything in heaven.

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[havin-a-wee]

Appointment (Doctor's Orders Part 2)

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pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: the filthiest of filth. like im serious this is basically pure smut.

its finally here! im in love with the way this turned out and i hope you guys are too! i got a few requests for this, and im actually really liking these two characters, so lemme know if you want me to make a series out of this!

Y/N's texts are in italics

Harry's texts are in bold

You felt like a kid in a candy store as you skipped out of the building, being welcomed by a setting sun. You weren’t just skipping out of excitement though, it was also because if you walked normally the shaking of your legs would be extremely noticeable. Luckily, when you arrived you had managed to find a parking spot nearby, so it didn’t take you long to make your way to the small black car that you recently purchased for yourself.

A small noise signaled when you unlocked the car, and you slipped into the driver’s seat quickly, shutting the door as you sat down.

You let yourself slouch, your back hitting the leather seat and a heavy exhale pushing through your flared nostrils. Finally, you had a moment to take in the events that just took place, and the excitement and nervousness flowed through your brain. Luckily, there was no regret swirled in with your feelings, although you were sure there wouldn’t be. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation to have your first orgasm, but if this was how Harry would make his way into your life, you couldn’t complain. You closed your eyes and sighed, the post-orgasmic haze you’ve heard so much about finally settling in. In the darkness a smiling face appeared, and you grinned as well at the detailed picture of Harry your mind had concocted.

Suddenly, you sat up with a gasp, gripping the gear shift with your clammy hand. You had just remembered about the small piece of paper sitting in your pocket. The piece of paper with the number of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen written on it. He had told you to text him when he got home, so obviously you had to get home as fast as possible.

Having been driving since you were 16, the motions were second nature, and the only thought you had to put into it was when you were checking to see if there was anyone in the way before you backed out of your parking spot.

Your apartment was only 10 minutes away, and you spent those 10 minutes half paying attention to the road, half thinking about the man that had his fingers inside of you. The thought in itself was causing arousal to pool in your already soiled panties. The expensive lingerie was undoubtedly going to end up in the trash, but you’d rather lose a pair of panties than lose a chance with Harry.

You pulled into your designated spot in the parking garage attached to your apartment building, and ran so quickly to the elevator that you almost tripped on your own feet. Thankfully the silver doors slid open without delay, and you swiftly stepped into the small area. Your manicured finger frantically pushed on the ‘door close’ button. The last thing you needed was someone walking into the elevator with you, seeing your bright red complexion and flushed features. Much to your relief, that didn’t happen, and the elevator lifted you up to the third floor. Objectively, the elevator was incredibly quick. However, in your needy state it felt so slow as if you were riding the shell of a turtle. The loud dinging pulled you back into reality, your mind wandering. You were thinking about what Harry’s hands felt like, and what they would feel like on the parts of your body that he hadn’t gotten to touch.

Yet.

You fumbled with your keys, attempting to grip your phone at the same time. After a bit of struggling, the rigged piece of metal slid into the slot on the doorknob, the door swinging open after you twisted the key. When you tried to remove the key from the lock, it stayed in place, pulling you backwards and almost making you fall.

You smiled at your own clumsiness, not focused enough to allow embarrassment to develop throughout you. Again jiggling the key, it slipped out of the lock and you quickly pushed the door closed using your back. You were left leaning up against the wooden door, flipping your phone screen to face you and sticking your hand in your pocket. You fished around in the small cavity, your fingers locating the small piece of paper that was making you so giddy. You punched the scribbled numbers into your contact app with haste.

Although you wanted to text him more than anything, you reasoned with yourself for a second. Instead of clicking at the keys on your screen, you picked your head up, disconnecting it from the bright touch screen in your hand.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned back to the phone, satisfied with your attempt to calm yourself.

Hi Harry, it’s Y/N.

Instead of immediately going for something sexual, you wanted to start off the conversation normally. Also, there was the fact that you had no idea what he was actually looking for by giving you his number. His response came quicker than you could of ever expected, the typing bubble popping up seconds after the delivered sign appeared underneath your text.

Hi! I’m glad you actually texted me, because honestly I thought you wouldn’t.

Why would you think that? I would have to be pretty shitty to do something like that with you and then ditch.

I promise I don’t think you’re like that, it’s just the whole thing happened it slightly odd circumstances haha

It’s totally okay I get it, but I definitely don’t want that to be the only time something like that happens ;)

You were feeling bold, now sitting on your bed removing the heeled white boots you wore to match your outfit.

I’m glad you feel that way, because I feel the same. Just curious, when exactly would you want to do “something like that” again?

You giggled while reading his text, practically hearing the pauses of shyness that he would take if he said it in person.

As soon as you want to.

I’m sitting in my car right now about to go home, but I could make a pitstop if you asked politely..

Will you please come over and take care of me Daddy?

You cringed as soon as your finger hit the send button. Sexting was definitely not your forte, and in the heat of the moment you had forgotten that you hadn’t indulged in that kink with him the first time.

Who knew you could be so dirty love?

Send me your address. I'll be there asap.

You tapped away at the keys on your phone, sending him your information and you saw that he read it, but didn’t respond, clearly driving to you already.

Your panties were absolutely ruined at this point, and you made the decision to take them off, gliding the lacy white panties down your thighs and calves. When they fell on the floor, you picked your feet up to remove them from the leg holes, leaning over to pick up the panties with your hand. You wanted to show them to Harry, show him how messy he made you.

You clenched your thighs together, your core pulsing like a second heartbeat. A small whine slipped past your lips, and your eyes widened at your own actions. You had never been this aroused or needy in your life, and while these feelings were new, they weren’t scary like a lot of new feelings were for you. It was exciting, and just thinking about Harry rushing over to you because he wanted you so badly was sending fire through your veins. No one had ever wanted you so much, and you have never wanted someone this much. And it’s exhilarating.

After a painfully long time sitting on the edge of your bed anxiously, a loud knock on the door had you standing up in a flash, sauntering over to the door with unnatural speed. Your arousal began to drip down onto your thighs now that you were standing. The slickness between them had them sliding against one another, but the feeling was overshadowed by the rapid beating of your heart. You gripped the doorknob so tightly that your knuckles turned white, twisting your hand and pulling the door open.

“Ello love.”

He stood in the doorway with his hand resting on the top of the doorframe, towering over you. He had that sexy smirk plastered on his face and you ran your eyes up and down his figure, taking in the man before you. He was wearing a black t-shirt, which was loose but tight enough that his pecs were defined in the shirt. He had on a pair of black dress pants which the t-shirt was tucked into. There were tattoos littering his arms, which you hadn’t seen before because of the lab coat he wore during your appointment.

You thought he couldn’t get any hotter than before, but the person in front of you proved you wrong.

“Hi,” you murmured timidly, your boldness from the texting having disappeared. “Come in,” you stepped to the side, opening the door wider so he could step into your apartment. You closed the door, and against your better judgement you turned to the kitchen, trying to find that desperation that had allowed you to throw away all of your anxieties. “Do you want water or something?” You weren’t sure what to say, so you went with the default offer for a drink.

“No.”

You spun around, looking at Harry and tilting your head in confusion.

“I want you.”

He took a long stride forward and placed his large hand on the soft skin of your cheek, leaning in and connecting your lips with his. His lips were as soft as cloud, and you kissed him back with just as much vigor. The kiss was passionate, mixing moans into the drafty air. You sucked his bottom lip and bit down lightly, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat.

Your heart skipped a beat when his tongue swirled around yours. You jumped slightly at the impact of the wall on your back, Harry pushing you into the cold drywall.

Finally pulling away to allow breathing, you and Harry kept your foreheads pressing on each other, leaning some of his weight on you.

“Y’so beautiful darlin, reckon yeh the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

His hot breath hit your face when he breathed, and you were squirming underneath him.

“I could say the same for you,” you huffed out, refusing to break eye contact.

“Thank you baby,” he cooed, placing his veiny hand on your plump cheek and running his thumb across it. The tip of his finger reached your swollen lips, and he pushed his large thumb pass them. You eagerly sucked on the digit, hollowing your cheeks and treating it like you would his cock.

His free hand had found a home on your waist, but he hadn’t moved it since he initiated the kiss, and you were getting frustrated. You reached down and placed your hand atop his, looking up through your eyelashes into his emerald eyes. They’re piercing, and you knew that one stare from him would have any girl on her knees.

The tops of his cold rings touched your fingers when you peeled his hand from its strong grasp and your waist. You were looking at him with innocent doe eyes while you lifted his significantly larger hand and placed it back on your side, but this time at the same level as your breasts. He broke the deep eye contact you were sharing to look down at his hand, slowly shifting it to cup you through your thin tank top.

“M’baby girl is desperate fo me huh?” Harry teased you and you nodded frantically, whimpering in neediness. He pulled his finger from your wet mouth and in a split second he collided his lips with yours once again, but they didn’t remain there for long. He dragged his lips down your jaw, sucking and kissing down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, moaning when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

His hand that you had moved was pulling and squeezing at your full breast, eventually rucking your tank top up to pinch at your budding nipple underneath. You had removed your bra when you got home, and a small smirk tugged at your face when he moaned at the realization. A sheen of sweat was glistening on his forehead and you lifted your arms straight in the air, giving him permission to remove your top. He pulled it over your head hastily, only breaking the kiss for a moment when the fabric covered your face. You didn’t see what he did with the top, your focus diverted to the feeling of his lower torso. You had removed the hem of his shirt from underneath his pants, only leaving the back part tucked because you couldn’t reach it.

You splayed your hands over his hardened abs, and he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer in response. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving hickey after hickey on the silky skin. He nipped and licked at your skin as if you were a popsicle, sweet and refreshing.

“Daddy, please -- off!” Your moans cut off your words, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Y’want me to take my shirt off baby? Such a naughty little minx y’are.”

Despite his teasing, he pulled away from you to grab the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off in one fell swoop.

You barely had time to take in the tattoos on his chest, only being able to identify a large butterfly right in the middle before he looped his arms around your waist. “Jump.” His command was quiet, but you heard it perfectly clear.

You bent your knees and jumped up, his arms following your motions. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his bare torso. You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck and sinking your face into his soft brown curls. His hair smelled of expensive shampoo, and you indulged in the sweet scent. “Behind you,” you whispered, directing him to your bedroom.

Without a second of hesitation, he turned around and carried you to the bedroom. You took it upon yourself to place sloppy kisses on his neck, giving him the same hickeys he had given you.

You giggled when he bent over the bed, dropping you from about an inch off the red comforter covering your bed.

“Don’t know why y’laughin’ pet, cause m’about to fuck yeh till yeh can’t walk.” You gasped when the dirty words registered in your head, and he sported a shit-eating grin on his face. His hands grasped your thighs and he ran them up and down, getting dangerously close to your core. You were writhing under his grasp, pleas for him to do something tumbling out of your mouth. “Patience baby.” He didn’t look up at you when he spoke, instead hiking your skirt up to get a look at your sopping cunt. “Look at you, s’wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“All for you, only for you Daddy.” Your words were wailed, every muscle in your body aching for a release. He traced his warm fingers along the crease of your thigh, right next to the place you needed him most.

“Gonna let me have a taste baby? Wanna taste yeh so bad.” He finally looked back up at you, but only for a second before his eyes connected with your glistening pussy again.

“N-no.”

Although you greatly wanted him to put his mouth on you, there was one thing you were craving more.

“No?” His demeanor changed immediately, removing his hands from your body and sitting on his knees between your calves. He removed every source of physical contact you were sharing, and you realized that he took your words in a way you hadn’t intended.

“Still want you Daddy, just want something else.” The second part of your sentence was murmured, and you turned your head to face away from him out of embarrassment. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see him raise an eyebrow, placing his hands by your shoulders and returning to his place hovering above you.

“Look at me little girl. Y’sure yeh don’t want me to taste yeh?”

You followed his command after a beat, looking at his disheveled state.

“What do yeh want baby? M’feelin generous today.” He was speaking in pants, his curls sticking to the perspiration-slick surface of his forehead.

“Wanna taste you Daddy. Please lemme-”

You reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he caught your hand before you could.

“Thas’ what this is all about? Such a slut f’me that you’d rather taste me then lemme taste you?” His hand moved to caress your cheek, running his finger across your saliva coated lip.

“Yes, wanna suck you off so bad Daddy.” You pushed out your lip forming an adorable pout, giving him your best puppy eyes and making sure he saw the tears of desperation welling in your lust blown eyes.

“Alright, alright, how do yeh wanna do it baby?” Instead of responding, you grasped the back of his firm thighs, pulling him up towards your face. He got the hint, shifting his knees to sit by your chest. You were now face to face with his very prominent bulge, and your mouth watered at the sight. Even though you wanted to unbuckle his belt yourself, he did it for you, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free after rolling down his boxers.

He stroked himself a few times, and you lifted your head to try and get him in your mouth. He pushed your shoulder down, and made it clear that he wanted to be in control. Finally, after much anticipation he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue, which you had stuck out for him to do exactly that.

You accepted it eagerly, sucking harshing on the tip of his cock. He moaned lowly, tilting his head backwards in ecstasy. You ran your tongue along his sensitive slit, reveling in the filthy noises and expletives that spilled out of his sweet pink lips.

Once you were satisfied with your teasing, you took him in your mouth about halfway, stopping before you gagged. Your hand made its way to the base of his thick shaft, pumping the part of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his cock, your tongue twisting and twirling around his member. You made sure to pay extra attention to his tip, giving it kitten licks when you needed to take a breather. Each time you took him back in your mouth, you pushed yourself further down, this time gagging after pushing him all the way down your throat. He stopped his groans of pleasure to look down at you, and he swore he could cum from just seeing you under him with smeared mascara and teary eyes. “Y’ok baby?” You nodded with him still in your mouth. You stilled for a moment, trying to think of a way to tell him that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. His hand was holding your hair out of your face as a makeshift hair tie, and you decided to tap on the wrist of that hand to give him permission. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, a silent gesture to assure you were okay with it. You nodded, his cock moving up and down with your head. He didn’t need any more instructions, pushing your head down on his shaft instantly.

You choked and gagged as he took control, moving your head up and down his thick cock. “Doin’ so well f’me baby, taking m’cock like a good little slut.” His purrs of approval were raspy, moan and gasps chopping his sentence up. Periodically, he pulled you off of him, allowing you to catch your breath before plunging back down on his member again.

The sudden pulsing of his cock inside your mouth was a wordless praise, and you were incredibly proud that you were able to bring him to his orgasm as quickly as you did.

He pulled you off of him again, and you heaved a few times as you filled your lungs back up with oxygen. But unlike before, he didn’t bring you back onto his cock, even pulling you back when you attempted to put him back in your mouth yourself. You cried out when he repositioned himself between your legs, back in the place he was when you were first on the bed.

All you wanted to do was finish him off, but he wouldn’t let you for a reason that was unknown to you.

“Daddy!” You were about to beg and whine to finish him off but his index finger on your lips kept you from your begging.

“As much as I’d love t’watch yeh swallow m’cum, I need t’feel this gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You quivered when the bands of his icy cold rings gripped the warm, supple flesh of your inner thighs. They dug into your skin, sending a pleasurable tingling sensation throughout your body, landing in your core.

If you were horny before, there wasn’t even a word to describe how utterly turned on you were now.

Your skirt was already hiked up from before, but Harry wanted it off fully. He ran his fingers across the waistband, finally finding the zipper and unzipping it faster than you could blink. “Bloody hell baby,” he grunted, taking a moment to admire your fully naked body squirming under him, begging for him to touch you. He wished he had a camera to capture you in this state, only thinking about one thing, him.

He stood up, his feet barely hitting the floor before he yanked his pants and boxers off. He was huge, and you stared at his prick in awe, even though you’ve been looking at it. His size was truly difficult to take in, because usually a big cock is either long or thick, not both. But Harry was both and some, and you were convinced that you would be content sucking on it for the rest of your life.

Distracted by your own dirty thoughts, you weren’t paying attention to what Harry was doing, only being shocked out of your haze when he ran two of his fingers across your sticky folds. He pulled his fingers away as your body jolted, surprised by the sudden contact. Strings of your arousal connected your cunt to his fingers, and he cursed under his breath. His fingers were covered in your juices and he stuck the digits in his mouth, sucking happily when he finally got to taste your sweet, sweet nectar.

He hummed constantly when he took the fingers out of his mouth. “Taste even sweeter than I imagined, baby. Could eat y’up all day long.”

You mewled and kicked your legs, tired of all of the teasing. “Daddy... just want you inside me!” He hushed you and reassured you that he would take care of you, leaning over your body and positioning himself on top of you. He lined himself up with you, his tip bumping your puffy clit. You whimpered and Harry took the message, finally pushing his rock hard cock into your soaking wet core.

“Fuck -- Daddy you’re s-so big,” you whined. He tilted forward, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

It took a minute for him to bottom out, Harry pushing in slowly to minimize the sting. There was a bit of pain as your body conformed to fit him inside of your tight little hole.

“Fuck baby, y’so fucking tight, might come just from this.” He had a silly smile on his face, but you both knew there was no joke laced between his words. He latched his darkened lips on an indent by your collar bone, nipping and licking on the skin while he waited for the approval to move.

“Move. Please move.”

The first thrust was hard and fast, he pulled almost fully out of you and then slammed him hips back up into you.

“Shit!”

Just like when you had him in your mouth, you could feel the thick veins running along his sizable shaft. He repeated the same type of movement for the next few thrusts, pounding into you and drawing back out over and over.

“So,” “Fuckin,” “Beautiful,”

Each of his words preceded a snapping of his hips, slamming into you particularly hard after calling you beautiful.

“Feels- feels so good, so good Daddy.” You were sobbing with pleasure. His thick cock filled you up so good it was like he was made for you.

“Didn’t even think it was possible f’someone t’be this tight baby. You’re takin’ meh so well sweet girl, so so well.” He found a rhythm, snapping his hips into yours, your velvety walls engulfing his cock perfectly. Watching himself disappear inside your tight hole egged Harry on even more, as well as the noises that your juices made when he rammed himself inside your pretty little cunt. His thumb was pressed against your clit, circling the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure was coursing through your veins, the firey burning feeling better than anything you had ever felt before.

Your hands were spread across his back, nails digging crescent shaped divots into the skin. Each time your fingers dug into the expanse of his back he growled, so you did it after each thrust. His lips were everywhere, kissing and licking all of the exposed skin that he could reach.

“Daddy..”

He took your pebbled nibble into his mouth, unable to resist after watching your tits bounce when he pushed himself in and out of you.

“So good baby, s’like y’were made fo me,” he cooed, your reply dying in your throat when he pressed his lips to yours.

You bit each other’s lips and swirled tongues like you had done at the beginning of the night. After a minute of rough kisses, he pulled away, and you both gasped for air. You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppier, and his cock twitched inside of you like it had when you took him in your mouth.

“Was made for you, just you.”

“Thas’ my good girl.”

His hand instinctively reached for your throat, and you watched his cheek heat up when he realized what he had done. But you grabbed his hand and placed it back on your throat. “Please,” you croaked out, desperate for him to choke you and make you see stars.

He smirked and obliged, pressing on the sides of your throat but avoiding your windpipe. Euphoria overtook your body at the new found sensation and the knot that had formed in your stomach was threatening to come loose. The tightness in your stomach translated to your center, and you clenched tightly around Harry.

“Y’gonna come? Can feel y’squeezin me love, lets come together yeah?” You gave him a tiny nod of agreement, too weak from your impending orgasm to give him a better response. “Let go f’me baby.”

The knot in your stomach uncoiled rapidly, bursting inside of you and sending shudders throughout every inch of your body. Seconds later Harry released inside of you, his hot ropes of cum painting your walls. Your eyesight got blurry and white spots clouded your vision as Harry worked you both through your climaxes. You thought the orgasm he gave you at your appointment was strong, but this one sent you to another plane of reality.

His movements slowed and he removed his thumb from your swollen button, which you were thankful for due to your hypersensitivity.

When you finally came back to reality, Harry was above you, pulling himself out of you. You placed your hand on his cheek, diverting his green eyes to look at yours. “Stay in, please?” He simply nodded, pushing back into you fully. He was already hardening again, but who could blame him? Your face alone was enough to get him rock hard and leaking precome.

He rolled you two to your sides, cuddling into each other’s bare chests. You shared no more words, both of you drifting off to a blissful sleep within minutes. But you didn’t need to ask him to know that this was the first time you slept together, but most definitely not the last.

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