#<-Also I fixed the tags for that so far. So if you wanna see me babble on about various scenes

[the0p]

petty fights

this is a part 2 of my first petty fights as yall wanted! don't expect too much as I haven't written in a while. long story. (also a little writing style change) (give me feedback on how we like it pls! I need to know how to continue writing and what we prefer!)

mlm, myung jaehyun from boynextdoor mentioned, cigarette mentioned... (I KNOW I DO THIS SO OFTEN LEAVE ME ALONE IM JUST A GUY) angsty but with a kind of happy ending, both are kind of depressed 🥀

as months passed with no contact between the two men, both had fallen into their own little depression holes.

at first, Matthew was angry for a while. he couldn't understand how you couldn't see his point of view in the situation, even slightly glad that it all ended, not wanting to deal with someone who couldn't understand him and his worries. but that didn't last long.

he tried to go on dates, tried one night stands, and yet absolutely nothing could seem to fill the little void of sadness and regret in his heart.

no amount of guys or girls seemed to bring him the joy that you brought him even with all the petty fights.

long story short, he was not planning to move on any time soon.

you wernt having it any easier yourself.

the first few weeks after the break up, you had managed to gather all of Matthews belongings that were still in your apartment into a box. not too sure why or what you'd do with it, but it was better than having his things lying around everywhere as a reminder.

instead of trying to get over Matthew with other people you chose to try and focus on yourself as much as you could.

drowning in work, surrounding yourself with friends, picking up old and new hobbies, and somewhere along the way bad habits too.

but it wasn't enough.

coming home to an empty and dirty apartment that once used to be occupied by Matthew constantly, the smell of food, take out, or home cooked every night, gone.

it used to br bright and cheerful now its just an empty home again.

maybe that was the worst part.

knowing that the home you once shared with someone you loved felt empty and cold now with no way to fix it.

neither of them dared to reach out. both too prideful to do so. even in the nights spent scrolling through old photos and texts. neither called. neither reached out nor tried to salvage the relationship.

maybe it was better that way. maybe ut really wasn't ment to be between them.

---------------time skip------------

one night while you were scrolling through your phone mindlessly, you got a call from jaehyun.

it was late, and whatever he may want couldn't be anything smart.

"hey y/n! I'm going to a party tomorrow. Do you wanna come with?"

his voice was loud through the speakers louder than it should be for this time at night.

"I mean...I could. what's the attire? anything fancy or just a house party?

"house party! my friend is hosting it, and everyone else I've asked has dipped, so I thought maybe you'd like to tag along"

you stayed silent for a bit, trying to figure out if it was worth the time or not knowing that you had absolutely nothing better to do anyway.

"you know what I'll come. just send me the details and pick me up tomorrow"

"hell yeah! see you tomorrow y/n!"

he practically screamed into the phone as he hung up a text following shortly after with the details of when and where.

as tomorrow rolled around, you sat on your bed scrolling through your phone already done and ready to go, but as usual, jaehyun was running late, your phone already blowing up with apology texts.

it didn't take long for him to get here as he didn't even live that far away.

a text came through your phone screen lighting up with a simple "I'm here!" from jaehyun as you made your way down the stairs.

the car ride to the actual party was a lot more eventful than imagined. jaehyun talked, like talked a lot. he had been away for a while for work related things, and drama was just spilling from his mouth.

as the car came to a stop in front of a house, you didn't recognise both of you getting out music blasting people outside laughter being heard all around the place.

"Well, this is a crowd for sure" you said mostly to yourself, glancing around.

jaehyun just laughed, pulling you to the door, going inside as if it would be his home.

it didn't take long for both of us to trail away from one another, him ending up in the crowd talking to new ppl as you stayed in the kitchen a bear bottle in hand.

parties have never been your thing, let alone big ones like these, but instead of leaving, you chose to explore stumbling upon a balcony that was surprisingly enough empty a bit more quiet.

sitting there on the cold cement a cigarette between your lips, the bear bottle long forgotten, the familiar bitter taste filling your mouth burning slightly.

you had stopped for a while. Matthew never liked the smell of cigarettes, always saying "they aren't healthy" so obviously, you stopped, but without him around, it wasn't hard to pick that up again.

it was quiet. maybe a bit too quiet until the door of the balcony opened Matthew walking into frame a big smile on his face as he exused himself to his friends.

the sight of him now made my heart stop. he seemed slightly skinner, some of his muscles gone, his smile didn't reach his eyes, and his laugh sounded dryer than I remembered.

as he closed the door again, finally noticing me, we both just stared at each other in silence for a good while my cigarette completely forgot just burning away between my fingers.

"you picked up smoking again?"

was the first thing out of his mouth. it wasn't judgmental or angry it was slightly sad even.

you just nodded inside of taking a drag, you put it out, flicking it off the balcony, standing up dusting your pants off, avoiding any and all eye contact now.

"I'll go enjoy your night Matthew"

before you could leave, he stopped you his hand on your shoulder a soft hand a feeling you had missed.

"y/n...can we talk? please? I know this isn't the best place to do it, but I don't know if we'll get the chance otherwise."

his words sounded desperate, pleading even.

reluctantly, you turned your attention to him, sitting back down knowing he'd follow, and he did. he sat a few feet away, giving space to both of you.

it was silent for a while, neither of the men talking.

"I'm sorry y/n."

Matthew spoke first, his eyes glued to the ground playing with the cup in his hands.

"I know I overreacted, and now I know that what I said and how I went about the situation with jiwoong was from my insecurities. I shouldn't stop you from seeing your friends just because I have problems."

he spoke, rambling a bit like usual. some things never changed, huh?

"I'm sorry too, Matthew. I should have set some sort of boundaries with him so you are comfortable in the relationship without needing to dought yourself."

we talked. we talked for a long time. both about what happened and both of our perspectives and feelings about it and just life. laughing as if we didn't have a messy brake up.

it felt fresh. like the light was back in your life. a smile that reached Matthews and your eyes real.

maybe it wasn't perfect. Maybe it never will be, but it was good knowing that even after everything that happened, a simple talk could still get them laughing like they just met all over again. there wasn't a time when one of them brought up getting together again, both knowing that wasn't something possible or even in the question just yet, but it was good knowing they didn't hate one another.

a reassurance they needed.

[hamster-princess3]

Sup folks

hello hoomans, i come from the lands of you*ube shorts, reading your fanfics and reddit, and have decided to stop admiring this fever dream from afar and am now jumping straight in head first without any knowlege on how this site works. (im praying this is posting to my main page thingy and not someone elses blog somehow)

A lil abt me

age: you dont get this one (but i am a minor)

Gender/pronouns: tf if i know, i like more netrual ones but whatever is fine (i think im gender fluid and agender but idk, imposters syndrome makes this shit hard to figure this out)

Name: another great question! u can call me Harley ig ill update this if that changes

hobbies n intrests n stuff:

drawing (digital and traditional), Cosplay, baking, writing (never finish it tho): , i like science and wanna be an astronaut so thats sthm ig,

Misc: i live in Hawai'i, ADHD, likes cats and the colours purple and teal, idk what else to put, ill update this as i rember.ive bee

[keeps-ache]

[walking around, peering into people's faces like i'm in an art exhibit] hm. nice

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[minnies-puppydoll]

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uhm, so uh, i would like to order a skz reaction when they are needy, please. like when they are so desperate and just yearn to fuck or be fucked i dont mind. thank you so much!! 🫶

OT8 HCS:

*~When they’re needy~*

pairing: ot8 x reader

tags: cum, toys, anal, sounding, begging, degredation, praise :3

thank you for ordering!! do you need a recipt?🐶

smut below the cut<3

Chris:

• gets so flirty.

• like he’s usually flirtatious, but when he actually wants it to go somewhere he so extremely smooth with it.

• but it also turns into dirty talk real fast. he’ll spill filthy things into your ears or messages.

• or he’ll send you quick little texts like:

you should come over ha ha..not unless u want too <3

• dick pic sender!! his big, leaky cock twitches under the exposure of his camera, he bites his lip as he snaps the picture. he giggles despite feeling dirty, because a part of him likes being teased.

• he ends up getting himself more worked up on accident. he doesn’t want to jerk off or anything because he wants to save his cum for you. but, he can’t resist touching himself, so he’ll just tease his cock so bad.

• you may come home and see your sexy boyfriend laid out on the couch red-faced and breathing heavy with the bottom of his shirt between his teeth. he’ll run his fingers along his red, dripping cock lightly, whining and squirming his hips at the torture.

• he thinks you’re cute, so he likes to touch you up and tease you.

• honestly is a bit shy to say outright the he “wants to have sex” so he’ll play with you until you’re begging to fuck. (depends on his mood)

• or sometimes he’ll let his actions speak louder, by kissing you as soon as you walk through the door, pressing his hard cock onto your thigh so you can feel how much he thought of you.

“mmh..yeah, feel that? feel me? been like this all day, teasing my cock just for you. its my turn to feel you, hm?”

Minho:

• can’t focus on shit.

• he sees horniness as an annoying ache. he’s so distracted easily, he’s daydreaming about sex, and he’s uncomfortable, he just wants to relieve the desire burning his core.

• so sensitive too, especially when he’s daydreaming. someone touches his shoulder and he’s flinching, if someone whispers something in his ear he’s shuddering.

• he used to be too proud to say he’s horny. but you could see through his curt, sarcastic attitude by how clingy he would get around YOU. the only one that could fix it.

• so because of his attitude, he used to just spam text you a bunch of things for attention. it’s like as soon as he’s horny, he’s laying himself over you like a cat.

• but now, he’s way more comfortable, maybe even too comfortable.

• he’ll just send you a selfie with a dumbass filter and text:

come to the bathroom and suck me off🐰

• like bro what💀 it always works though..

• doesn’t send dick pics. even if he’s away he’ll just facetime you if you wanna see his dick so bad. he’ll pour lube down his cock and jerk himself off so slowly, always shows his blissed out face too.

• when he’s finally got his hands on you, he’s too focused on getting himself off to say anything to you really. but, if you keep him waiting long enough, you’ll hear his frustration.

“can we fuck? like right now? ….please. ill eat you out. i know you can’t say no to something like that.”

Changbin:

• if he’s at the studio, you won’t even notice. you can only tell by the impatient bouncing of his leg and his nervous lip bites.

• once he has you alone, he’s placing a soft hold on your waist, nuzzling your noses and whispering such cute things that equally make you giggle and want to bite on his lips.

• his foreplay consists of soft grabs and sweet kisses that get deeper and deeper until he’s got you straddling him, not breaking the intimate makeout session you’re sharing.

• very comfortable telling you when he’s horny, even if pink still hues his cheeks a little.

• very cute about dick pics. he doesn’t send them unless you tell him to, and the first time he did, he was so excited and aroused. he looked around from his phone, seeing if anyone noticed the flushed expression he had in his face.

• he snuck to the bathroom and sprung his thick cock out of his boxers, he fumbled with the camera for a while, not really knowing how to take a picture of it?

• he snaps a cute picture of his short cock leaking a thin string of precum on his finger. the picture and situation turned him on so much he was begging you to let him jerk off.

• when you aren’t home, he’s usually patient, but you can’t ignore things forever..

• you guys own a few toys, so he’ll pick a few from the drawer that he hasn’t tried yet and play with his cock until you get home.

• it’ll be a pretty picture when you do too. he’ll be on his hands and knees, lightly fucking a small, pink buttplug in and out of his ass, begging for you too finish him off.

“ahn- welcome home, sweet girl… mphh..need your soft pussy on my cock. please please- fuck me with this in?”

Hyunjin:

• stares at you alot.

• he’ll look up at you with such a sweet, loving gaze, analyzing every part of you like a nostalgic toy.

• he loooves frotting. he’ll show you how needy he is for you by rubbing his sweet hard-on along your clothed tummy till his precum stains his pants. its like he’s magnetically drawn to you when he’s hard.

• comfortable telling you when he’s horny. he’ll tell you when you guys are alone/able to, so you don’t feel pressured to make time for his desires, especially when you’re busy or having fun.

• sends way more bulge pics than dick pics. some of his long, hard cock in his sweatpants, maybe his pretty hand gripping the length of it.

• sends vids too, he’ll send you one of him teasing his cockhead with a thick paintbrush of his, begging you to come home and do it instead.

• when you aren’t home, he’ll jerk himself through the silk of his pajama pants, stopping when he’s close to cumming. or he’ll roll his hips into mattress, pretending it’s your wet pussy.

• and when you do get home, he’s meeting you at the door. his hair is messy and he’s somewhat panting. he’ll step closer to you till his lips rest in your hair, and his hips are the only part of him you can promenantly see.

• he’ll pull his sensitive cock out from his cozy pants, jerking himself off right in front of your eyes, his tip pressing onto your shirt. his breath will hitch and he’ll hide his face in your hair, moaning in realization that he’s finally gonna cum.

• it squirts onto your sweatshirt, pumping out of his cock with small, audible thuds. his cum seeps messily into clothes, as he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

“mm- fuck…so fucking turned on right now..you see what you do to me? oh god..g’nna cum- gonna fucking cum..”

Han:

• act suprised, he’s pathetic.

• literally dissasociated. he wants you so bad he doesn’t even care about whats happening if it isn’t related to you.

• if you aren’t home, he’ll lay in bed, gripping the sheets around him and even stripping down because of how hot his body gets when he thinks about you.

• no indescribable force could keep this man from jerking off. babe as soon as he gets home and shuts the door behind him, he’s leaning on that shit and quickly unzipping his cock free.

• he’ll be still setting down his bag while he’s twitching and jerking from stroking his cock. as soon as he’s done, he plops down on the bed and continues to jerk himself off till he cums for the first time that day.

• oh he sends dick pics. but weirdly only when he’s in public or at work, never at home. you can’t count how many pictures of his hard cock he’s sent from bathrooms, practice rooms, dressing rooms and even in this hoe’s car.

• when you are home, he’s holding your hands and begging for you to have some type of sex with him. he doesn’t card if your pegging, he’s fucking, he’s domming, or he’s subbing or whatever, he just needs to feel you on him.

• if you say anything other than yes immediately, he’s dropping to his knees and looking up at you, saying such useless, pathetic words in hopes to get himself fucked.

“please! please please- i’ll be such a good boy…just need it. need it so bad it hurts. i’ll take whatever you give me..”

Felix:

• so clingy and desperate.

• but, he’s so happy he has someone to fuck so he doesn’t have to suffer alone.

• biggest pleaser. he’ll pull you into a deep hug, reaching a hand down to toy with your clothed clit, eating up every noise you make.

• he likes clear communication so he’ll just text you and ask when you are returning home.

• his dick pics are usually tame. pictures of him pulling up his sweater so you can see his freckled abs and leaky cock. or he sends videos of his long cock squirting in the company bathrooms, you can only hear the cute splashing sounds and his whiny little gasps, trying to stay quiet.

• but, when he feels really turned on, he might even send little slutty videos of his cute cock humping his pillow till he shoots cum all over the fabric, or maybe one of him sounding his cock slit till his eyes roll back from a dry prostate orgasm.

• felix is a WHORE. so u guys do in fact have large toy drawer☺️

• when you aren’t home he either fucks his ass with one of your old dildos, or humps some other object of yours. though it’s softer than it sounds, he just loves you!

• coming home is the best. on the bed, he’ll be sat up on his knees, holding your shoulders and kissing you messily. his back is arched toward you as you tug on his cock to completion. he may not have the energy left to pound you, but it’s the best suprise ever.

“mmph..ffuck- can’t hold it anymore..mm- ah! your hands- ah..faster faster please..i can take it.”

Seungmin:

• you would think he’s in pain or something.

• it starts off with him just scrolling on his phone, and when he starts getting horny he may just reach a hand down there to softly rub his cock through his pants.

• then, he’ll look away from his phone, feeling it get more intense. his cock starts getting antsy, so he’ll text you when you’re coming home.

• finally, his phone is discarded. he decided to take a cold shower before he got sweat on his bed. but, it didn’t help much. the water hitting his cock made him hiss through his teeth.

• before he knew it, he had the showerhead in his hand, turning the water pressure up and letting it hit his cock. eyes rolling back and trembling before his cock squirts all over the shower wall.

• he doesn’t send pictures like at all. he’ll just explain through words how he’s feeling. he finds it awkward and strange.

• but he’ll send the prettiest voice messages of him groaning your name and the sloppy sounds of his cock.

• when he does get his hands on you, its desperate, not like jisung desperate but like he’s kissing you quickly and deeper, holding the side of your face.

• will pound you like he hasn’t cum in years, unintentionally holding you down and forcing his cock deeper.

“needed this. fucking needed this..nothing’s better. hm? slutty pussy’s all mine right? tightest fucking hole.”

Jeongin:

• being horny is his favorite.

• he’ll position himself in front of his mirror, smiling and spreading precum on his tip.

• he doesn’t usually wait for you, because he likes teasing you anyway, he likes it when you beg him to fuck you instead of his hand or his fleshlight. but he may wait for a little while.

• he’ll walk around in his grey sweatpants, making dinner and washing dishes while his hard cock bulges and twitches excitedly when he frots against the counter.

• genuinely the king of dick pics. he knows his cock is pretty, so every time he’s hard he’s having a full photoshoot before he jerks off. has folders in his camera roll full of just his dick.

• prefers taking pictures when you are there. so he can have a pretty pic of you mouthing and nuzzling into his bulge. his good girl.

• excited for you to come home and beg for him to fuck you again. he’ll pull his fleshlight from his closet, steadily moving it up and down on his cock, waiting for you to find him like this.

“wish this was your slutty cunt i was fucking? mm..sorry. i don’t think i can stop now. gonna cry? go ahead. ah..she’s tight too. ill waste my cum in this toy if you don’t start begging.”

[nereidprinc3ss]

you’re my best friend

in which spencer reid has to teach your young son how to make friends nicely after a day at the park gone awry

fluff!! warnings/tags: fem!reader, husband!spencer yum, boy dad spencer enters the nereidprinc3ss cinematic universe!!!! yayyy!! but you still have a baby daughter as well, Spencer would 100% give his children old people names I'm sorry, gentle parenting Spencer my beloved a/n: I really miss spring its my favorite season so I found this draft that feels very springy and it makes me very happy also.. the name... like queen... also this is old so its probably not winning a pulitzer

The sun beats down just shy of hot on the sheath of fresh grass where you and Spencer are comforting your crying son—the ground beneath your blanket is a lush, verdant carpet, still cool with springtime rain but not wet. 

All of this pleasantry is lost on your son Oliver. He’s too focused on the scraped knee he sustained when he got pushed over on the wood chips. Marianne, your baby girl, is gurgling happily in her little bassinet next to you. Whoever said raising girls was harder had obviously never met the Reid siblings. Oliver is a drama queen—something you suspect he inherited from his father. 

“See? All better,” your husband is saying, wedding band glinting as gold as the curls that fall to his eyes as he smooths a bandaid over Oli’s wound. Seeing him like this never gets old.

Oli’s crying chokes to a confused halt. 

“It still hurts,” he complains. 

“I’m sorry, buddy. But you shouldn’t’ve pushed.”

“I wanted to be her f-friend,” Oli says, his sweet little bow lips (all Spencer) beginning to pout again. 

Your husband wipes Oliver’s already teary cheeks gently. “I know, but she didn’t know that. Not everybody likes to be pushed, even when you’re playing, because it’s kinda mean, isn’t it?”

“I was not being mean.”

“Do you push all your friends?”

“Sometimes,” Oliver says stormily. Spencer gives him a knowing look. 

“Are you sure you didn’t push her just because she’s a girl?”

Little shoulders raise and drop heavily. Guilty. 

“I know it’s sometimes hard to make friends with girls, but they generally don’t like being pushed. Not anymore than boys do. Maybe even less.”

“Then how do I make friends with them?”

Spencer considers this. 

“Well… how do you usually make friends?”

“I ask if they wanna play.”

“Sounds like you already know how to make friends with girls, then. That’s all you have to do.”

“How did you be friends with mommy?” Oli asks, bunching the blanket in his little hand. You smile to yourself.  

Spencer’s eyes flash up to you for only a second, his lips parted in what only you would recognize to be amusement. 

“I was super nice to her. Me and mommy are really good friends, right?”

Oliver nods dutifully. 

“Do you know why?”

A shake of his little curly head, this time.

“Because when you’re nice to someone, it usually makes them want to be your friend. Not always. But you have a much better chance that way. If I pushed mommy the first time we met, I don’t think we’d be here today.”

Your lips flatten to zip in a laugh. To Oliver, this is a very serious matter. To you, too. It’s important that he grows up to treat people well. 

“Why not?”

Spencer dodges the question smoothly. 

“Why don’t you try going to apologize to her? She might not want to talk to you, and that’s okay. But if you say you’re sorry, maybe you guys can play nicely together.”

This determines the already willful Oliver, who pushes up clumsily before running down the knoll on his short legs and approaching the swing set where his earlier assailant now plays alone. He stops far enough away that he can make a break for it if she gets a fixing to push him again. Smart boy. 

You and Spencer observe the interaction carefully, and while you can’t hear what’s being said, things seem to go well. Soon they’re making their way to the little kid’s playground in tandem. 

“Super nice, huh?”

“I really wanted to be your friend,” Spencer counters, scooting closer to Marianne’s bassinet. “Hi, angel,” he coos, demeanor instantly softening as he strokes her soft cheek. You can’t help smiling. The look in his eyes is truly something to behold. “God, I’m never gonna get over how much she looks like you.”

You preen and try to hide it. “You can’t possibly know that yet. Her skeletal structure is far from fully developed.” 

“Uh oh,” Spencer says to Marianne, offering her a quarter of a strawberry from a Tupperware. “Mommy is starting to sound like me. Is that scary, or what?”

Marianne cackles and burbles and takes the fruit with her little clutching fingers, only missing her mouth the first time she tries to eat it. 

“You’re so good at this,” you murmur thoughtlessly. The moment Oliver was born he’d been a natural. Earlier, even. You saw it in his eyes the second you tearfully told him you were pregnant. He’s a man of many gifts—and that extends to the way he parents. 

His gaze turns to you, still just as soft, but more knowing, on you. It’s comforting, to be known and seen and loved like that. 

“Couldn’t do it without you.”

“Corny,” you tease.

He shuffles on his knees to be closer to you. “Biologically factual.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you into him with an arm and presses a firm kiss to your head. 

“Have I told you how much I appreciate you recently?” He murmurs into the quiet dark against your temple, shielded from the spring sun. 

You’re melting in his hold, the way you always do. “Mhm.”

“Good. There’s nobody I’d rather be super nice to.”

You breathe him in—feel the rush of happy chemicals flood your brain.

“What if I pushed you?”

“You wouldn’t do that,” he asserts, pulling back and framing your face between his hands. 

“But if I did.”

He regards you with narrowed eyes. 

“Why? Am I in trouble?”

“Maybe.” But you say it too coyly. The corner of his mouth twitches. 

“I’d forgive you,” Spencer murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “But if you want to be my friend, you can just ask, lovely.”

One more quick peck, and he’s situating himself to lay his head in your lap once more. You slide his sunglasses on for him once he’s settled, and he catches your hand, kissing your knuckles. Your lips twist. 

“You make it so hard to want to push you. I need you to be mean.”

He laughs. 

“Too bad. I like being nice to you.”

[yelenasbraid]

JOE BURROW — the cure to your poison

summary — he will do anything to get her back

warnings — fem!reader, angst, fluff, sub!joe, smut

note — it’s long. oops 😀 also it’s part two of this fic

tags — @ebsmind @willowsnook @starsinthesky5 @hannahjessica113 @softburrow @joecoolburrow @joeyburrrow @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @irishmanwhore @hotburreaux @sportyphile @wickedfun9 @burrowdarling @jburrgf @blairsworld22

IT WAS LATE when she heard her phone buzz. Three days passed since the gala and she cursed herself for thinking about Joe. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to think about his laugh or his muscles. Or how she knew exactly what was underneath his clothes.

Maybe a tad bigger, but still there.

She picked up her phone, the screen illuminating her face in the darkness of her bedroom. It was a text. From Joe.

‘Hey, can we talk?’

Joe only had her number for professional purposes. He rarely ever texted her. So her heart dropped to her feet. Her stomach churned. Her whole body froze.

He wanted to talk.

‘About what?’

A reply came nearly instantly. ‘You know what about.’

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She sat up, her heart racing inside of her chest. She didn’t want to talk about it, but at the same time, she did. The time spent apart, throwing hateful or confused gazes at one another, got old. She wanted connection, and the girl inside of her wanted to know if he wanted it too.

‘Fine.’ She replied, following with her apartment address.

Silence followed. Her blood roared in her ears. Her nerves dented the walls of her stomach. She placed her phone on the nightstand before she stood up.

She needed to at least put a bra on.

She brushed her hair, brushed her teeth. The routine. The things she did when she expected sex. She didn’t expect it this time, but the routine was comforting. Natural. A good luck charm.

It wasn’t long before a knock sounded at her apartment door. Her heart jumped, eyes screwed in on her shut bedroom door. She opened it, padding out to the entrance door.

“Hey,” he breathed as she opened the door. He was comfortable. Sweats hung on his hips, a t-shirt hung around his shoulders. Golden retriever.

“Hi,”

“Can I come in?” he asked. He was nervous. His eyes scanned her features, the bags under her eyes and the shorts she sported. Her arms were crossed over her chest; she never liked being woken up.

“Yeah,” she murmured. The air around them thickened as he walked in, sensing the tension. The door shut behind them, lock clicking in place. Silence stood with them, hanging around their necks. It wasn’t the lack of words that choked them, it was the abundance of them.

“I don’t wanna be long,” he started, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I just…want to clear the air,”

“Clear the air about what?” she was still defensive. Still sure he was going to compare her to someone else.

“About what happened that night, the night we…stopped seeing each other,” he admitted. He shouldn’t have been that caught up in it all, but he was. Paige was a cover up, a raggedy blanket to attempt to soothe his weary soul. She didn’t do it for him. Not like Y/N did.

“I don’t think there’s anything we need to clear,” she sighed, “everything was said then,”

“I know I know, but I just…” he ran a hand through his damp curls, fingers shaky. He didn’t know how to formulate the words. He didn’t know how form a sentence.

“I just wanted to apologize,”

“For what? Comparing me to another girl?” she could feel her anger flare, the sheer volume of her irritation filling her chest. She didn’t want it to get that far, but every word he said was a scar reopening.

“I don’t want to argue,” he exhaled, the weight of this conversation bearing down on him, “I just wanted to apologize,”

“That’s not enough,” she scoffed, “an apology? That’s all? I mean, yeah, thanks, but that’s not going to fix it,”

“I know that,” his voice is raising, magma slowly building in his stomach, “but I don’t know what else you want from me,”

“I want you to want me!” she shouted, her eyes burning with the the familiar sting of tears. It was sudden, the air of the room sucked out with a single phrase. This wasn’t the first time he’d made her cry, it wasn’t the first time he’d punched her in the chest.

“I do want you!” he shouted back, his eyes pleading with her. The blue depths of his eyes threatened to pull her in, a black hole that she’d try to claw her way out of but inevitably be destroyed in.

“Then why didn’t you say anything? Why did you let me stand there like a fucking moron?” she shouted back, her eyes staring into the wide blue eyes of the man in front of her. His pupils dilated, pulsing as he watched her. The answer to her question was simple.

He was stupid. Moronic. Selfish.

“Because I was a kid,” he breathed, “I wanted more than I could, and I didn’t realize that everything I needed was right in front of me,”

Her arms loosened. Her chest heaved. The words he spoke was a balm, seeping into the scars he’d caused. The sincerity behind them was easy to believe. Joe wasn’t one to beg for things. He wasn’t one to be vulnerable. She wanted to believe him on that sole fact, but time had changed them, hadn’t it? She’d become more closed off. He’d grabbed ahold of the fame.

His lifeline shifted.

“And what was right in front of you?” she asked, a charge. She wanted him to say it. She wanted him to own it. The room they were in became thick, the air sucked from their lungs. She watched Joe, watched as he stepped forwards.

“You,” he breathed. His blue eyes flickered, focusing on her features. It was a simple answer. No hesitation. He’d been missing her this whole time. She’d been his missing piece. His chest rose and fell with his breaths, the tightness in his body choking him.

“Let me fix it,” he whispered, desperation laced between every syllable. His body was close to hers now, his haunting scent wafting over her senses. His presence pushed her back, guiding her into her bedroom, the door flicking shut behind them. Her body remembered how he felt. How he kissed her and how he’d touched her.

But it didn’t matter then. It was just for fun.

“How can you fix it?” she trailed off, shaking her head.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, kneeling down in front of her. Her world tipped, her heart skipping a beat. His eyes were round, his body relaxed. He wasn’t trying to dominate her, to take control. His hands reached out, brushing down the curve of her thighs.

“Joe,” she warned, even if her body was electrified. The charge in the air zipped down her spine, her fingers curling at her sides. The flutter in her stomach was familiar, it was foreign all at the same time.

“Sh,” he hushed, his fingers looping under the hem of her cotton shorts, “please,”

She watched him, her eyes capturing his blown expression. His breath fanned against her skin, growing goosebumps across her skin. His fingers didn’t budge, just stayed warm against the skin of her hips.

He was asking permission.

“Okay,” she whispered. In that moment, the room exploded. His fingers tugged the shorts off of her hips. She stepped out of them. Her legs laid bare for him, soft and perfumed. His head dipped, kissing her inner thighs. The sensation caused her to inhale sharply. The plush of his lips against the skin of her thighs made her body tense.

Joe’s heart raced. His eyes never left hers, even as his fingers peeled her panties from her hips. He peeled them down her body, the slick of her pussy sticking to the crotch of her panties. His cock jumped in his sweats. He eyes fluttered, the scent of her arousal making him hold back a moan.

It was so familiar. The scent of home. Of her.

“Can I?” he asked her. He could practically taste her, the scent of her staining his nervous system. His brain lit up, memories swarming back into his brains. Her sounds. Her quivers. Everything.

“Yes,” she breathed, and the second she gave him permission, his mouth was on her. She gasped, stumbling with the sheer force of her pleasure. Her back hit the wall of her bedroom, one of her hands tangled in his beautiful, blonde curls.

His tongue attached to her cunt, the bitter taste of her arousal making him moan. His fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her against the wall and him from stumbling. Her moans and her breaths were a melody, a sensual song that he wanted to play on repeat. He wanted to wake up to it every morning.

Her eyes fluttered, her mouth hanging open with silent moans. Her free hand braced against the wall, her back arched off of the wall. The ache he stirred, the way her pussy fluttered around his tongue, it clouded her mind. Her body squirmed over him, her body moved on its own as she remembered just how he felt.

“Am I doing good?” he asked her, and she peaked down at him. Submissive. She’s never seen him like this before. Joe always took control. His hands were always demanding and starving for control.

Not now.

She moved her hand from his hair, tracing his jawline. His heart skipped a beat, his lungs squeezed with anticipation. Blood drained from his body, all collecting in his already rock hard cock.

“Get on the bed,” she hummed. The simplicity of the command, the softness of her voice, it sent ripples through his ocean of desire. He stood, his erection evident in the grey sweats he sported. He did as he was told, positioning himself on the bed.

Back against the headboard. His hands fisting the sheets.

She followed. She tore her shirt off, leaving her in a maroon, satin bra. She grabbed her discarded panties, a matching maroon color. Her breasts wiggled in their cups as she straddled his hips. She peeled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor.

“Hands above your head,” she continued. Joe’s eyes widened, but held did as he was told. His biceps bulged as he did so, and using the fabric of her panties, she tied his wrists to the headboard. His breath hitched, the warmth of her arousal meeting the skin of his wrist. He shuddered, squirming under her.

“Y/N-”

“Sh,” she pressed a manicured finger to his lips, her eyes meeting his. The air between them was hot, thick with a lust that’s fermented like a fine wine. It was potent, alcoholic. Joe wanted her injected into his DNA, he wanted her to be apart of him.

She dragged her finger down his chin, down his throat, and down his chest. Her finger traced the underside of one of his pecs, making him flinch. Her face stayed inches from his, teasing him. He didn’t get to kiss her on his own terms. He’d have to earn the privilege of kissing her.

“Gonna be a good boy for me?” she hummed, her lips brushing over his jaw. Her fingers looped around to her back, unclamping her bra. She slid it off of her shoulders, flinging it to the floor.

His heart slammed against his chest, his ribcage vibrating with every beat of his heart. The way her finger traced under his pec, how her lips softly met his neck, his hips arched in response.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his breath ragged and uneven. Her lips trailed down his chest, delicately pressing kisses to his hot skin. She was in control here, she held the reins in her hands. Her hands slid down his sides, resting on his hips.

“I’m gonna prove to you I’m better,” she promised, her lips meeting the meat of his pec, “I know I’m better, but you have to believe it,”

Her words, a silky promise on the waves of need, sent blood straight to his cock. He felt it twitch in his sweats, the ache pulsing deep within his body. He fought his body, tensing as her tongue flicked over his nipple.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N,” he groaned, his hands straining in his hold. She’d managed to tie him tight, and even though he could get out if he really tried, he didn’t want to. Seeing the possession of her vengeance, how it took root in her brain and spread through her nerves, it was sexy.

Her tongue swirled around his nipple, his chest heaving as he swallowed the moans that threatened to spill. His skin prickled, tingles of his pleasure reaching down to his toes. She moved to kiss down his chest, her lips kissing a trail down to his v-line.

He met her eyes, the depth of them magnetizing. He had no choice but to draw in, to lose himself in whatever she had swirling in that beautiful mind of hers. His body remembered her touch, that the pads of her fingers held fire and her tongue held the flood. Her fingers peeled off his sweats, the bulge in his boxers growing with each passing second. His stomach fluttered, his throat closed with the threat of a noise he hadn’t made. Ever.

A whimper.

She kissed under his belly button, purposely teasing him. He was rock hard, probably aching so much it hurt, but she’d let it ride. Her fingers were dainty, they were torches as they peeled the waistband of his boxers back.

“What are you doing?” Joe grunted, his hands straining against the restraints. His muscles bulged, his abs constricted and she felt saliva collect in her mouth.

“Teasing you,” she answered simply, slowly freeing him from his boxers, “though I think you’d classify this as torture,”

It was torture. His body was tied up in knots, her fingers tying him tighter. His cock twitched as he felt the cool air of her bedroom kiss his skin, the heat of her breath added in didn’t help him.

He gritted his teeth. He bit it back. He couldn’t give her that satisfaction.

“Come on, Joey,” she hummed, her eyes dark with control. Dominance flared in her body, rippling through her blood stream. Her heart danced in her chest, her lungs leading her in her arousing state of mind.

The second he made a sound she’d lose it.

The silence was deafening. His cock was painfully hard, pre-cum slipping down his red, sensitive tip. His teeth were gritted together, his eyes avoiding hers.

But his own desire betrayed him. A small, quiet whimper left his throat. It echoed in the room, but once he started he couldn’t stop. His mind crumbled, his body slumping against the plush mattress. She consumed him, controlled him like a puppet master. Her eyes were home, where he’d find himself pleasured and safe.

“There you go,” she murmured. Her eyes flicked down to his cock, salivating at the sight of him. He was thick, his tip pulsing with the arousal that leaked from his slit. It laid against his stomach, throbbing with need.

But his eyes. They were blown with an ache that she spun herself. His lips were parted with small breaths, his head spinning. She was in control; she had him on a leash and he wasn’t complaining.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his hips arching towards her body. The throbs in his cock made his muscles shake, it made his world spin. It was nearly painful; he needed her.

“Tell me,” she whispered, collecting saliva in her mouth, “what do you want?”

She lets her saliva drip from her lips, dripping down onto the sensitive and swollen tip of his cock. His hips bucked, a gasp leaving his lips. It was fire to his veins, his nerves the underbrush to her flame.

“God,” he groaned, taking deep and ragged breaths. His words were tangled, clawing at his throat as he attempted to shove them down. But the way she was looking at him, the way her body glowed in the light, he couldn’t help himself.

“Touch me,” he whimpered, his words barely audible over the sound of his breathing, “please,”

And she did.

She grabbed ahold of him with her hand, the heat of his skin making her shudder. Her hand stroked, slowly, drawing out gasps and moans from Joe. She squeezed, the tiniest bit, flexing her wrist as she touched him. Her other hand raked down his thigh, reveling in the shivers she drew from his nerves.

“Fuck,” he cursed, squirming underneath her touch, “Y/N,”

She didn’t answer his moans. She dipped her head, licking around the underside of the head of his cock. He tasted bitter, salty with arousal, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was whimpering, that he was squirming underneath her touch.

With how she was making him feel, he wasn’t going to last long.

“Don’t cum until I tell you,” she hummed, her hand wringing him in a faster pattern, squeezing ever so slightly at his tip. It left a burning sensation in his body, an ache that he fought so hard to keep under control.

She stroked him, feeling him twitch in her hands. He was so sensitive, so hard for her, and she wanted him to feel it. She wanted him to drown in the aches she drew, and based off of the look on his face, she was.

“I-I can’t,” he whined. The walls around his heart crumbled, allowing her to have full control. Joe didn’t often find himself in this position, but it was different with her. He’d willingly let himself be under her.

She removed her hand. He choked back a moan.

His cock twitched, his tip pooling with pre-cum. He sat on the edge of the knife, his body twitching. It was torture.

She moved up his body, her face right above his. His eyes, round with submission, blinked up at her. Soft, gentle whimpers fell from his lips as the throbbing in his body only intensified. He couldn’t even think straight.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she whispered, tracing his jaw with her fingers, “my pretty boy,”

The possession, the way she said it, he whined. His cock jumped, making his toes curl. He needed her.

“Please,” he whispered, his chest heaving with his breaths, “please, let me cum,”

She smirked, dipping her head, tasting his skin. Having this power, this control, it was an addiction she didn’t know existed. His skin was sweet, twinged with the flavor of his sweat. She settled her hips down on his, her sopping pussy meeting his shaft.

“You wanna cum, pretty boy?” she whispered in his ear, her teeth grazing his skin.

“Please,” he begged. His eyes closed, his lips parted. His body craved hers, his skin crawling with the promise of what was to come. His arms tugged at the fabric of her panties, his fingers flexing in their hold.

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” she whispered. She lost the point now, the revenge she was supposed to be getting. Now, it was all lust. It was a cigarette that once she got a drag of, she’d always come back.

Her face hovered over his, their breaths mingling together. One of her hands reached between them, aligning his cock with her entrance. Her touch sent electricity through his body, eliciting a gasp from his pink lips.

She pushed him inside of her, her hips sitting back on his cock. A gasp left her lips, her hand planting on one of his pecs, squeezing. The girth, the way he pulsed inside of her, it threatened to split her in two. Her walls, gummy and sensitive, were alive as she took him to the hilt.

Joe felt numb and alive all at the same time. His eyes watered, the intensity of her pussy around his cock building the ache deep within him. He clenched his hands into fists as he held himself back, whimpers breathing through clenched teeth.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her lips inches from his. He wanted to kiss her, his lips tingling for just a single taste.

He hadn’t earned it. Yet.

“Y/N,” he moaned, whiny and silky. Her hips scooped against his, the burn of their friction making Joe’s jaw slack and his back arch. His stomach fluttered, letting go of the restrain he had on his vocal cords.

The sweet, plushy spot within her pulsed, and with every drag of his cock, her mind was higher in the clouds. Her hands gripped his pecs, her fingers leaving pretty little indents in the muscle. Her thighs hugged his hips, strong and soft. Her movements were slow, but they were deep, meant to tear Joe apart piece by piece.

And it was working.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” she whispered, her lips ghosting over his jaw. His breath hitched, his hips bucking up into hers. The sudden friction, the bolt of electricity that ran down his veins, caused a whimper to fall from his lips.

He could only nod.

“Meet my pace,” she whispered in his ear, and it was like a dam breaking. His hips snap, fucking up into her like it was all he could ever need. His moans filled the room, mingling with hers to create a sweet cocktail. She moved with him, the heat of their skin adding to the pleasure.

She was losing it.

She moaned, her hands going to cup his jaw, roaming down to his shoulders. The sounds of skin hitting skin, wet and sticky, filled the room. Their bodies were soaked, a mixture of arousal and sweat slicking their skin.

“There ya go,” she breathed into his ear, the side of her head rested against his, “good boy,”

That about did him over. Praise. Confirmation.

“S-say that again,” he rasped, his hips still bucking into hers. He felt the knife of his orgasm, the way it stabbed him, threatening to bleed him dry. His eyes squeezed shut, his muscles taut, working with her and her pace.

She smirked at his words.

“You’re my good boy,” she hummed, moaning in his ear. She felt the growing sensitivity of her coming orgasm. Her self control, the desire to be in this position of control all the way through, it slipped. Her moans filled the room, her hips stuttering as she neared that edge.

One of her hands reached up, ripping her panties from his wrists. His reaction was instant; hands on her hips, guiding her movements, slamming his hips into her so hard and so fast they both saw stars. She moaned, throwing her head back, tits bouncing with every movement.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “fuck fuck fuck,”

Her lips hovered over his, and he couldn’t take it. He kissed her. She let him. The taste of his kiss was sweet, seasoned with a primal desire to share in the passion she was giving him. His hand danced up her spine, splaying across her lower back.

One final thrust, one final hip swivel, and they came undone. His cum warmed her walls, her body convulsed around his. Her gasp filled his mouth, but he kept kissing her. He kept his lips firmly attached to hers, sucking at her skin.

She pulled herself off, feeling the dam break, squirting all over his lower abdomen. Between that and her orgasm, she was a shaking and slick mess.

Joe finally pulled from her lips, soft, shaky breaths leaving his lips. His curls were sweaty, slick and damp. He pressed her forehead to hers, their hearts slamming against their ribcage. But he lived in the moment. He drank in the peace after the intensity.

She kissed him again, slow. Sensual. She slid her tongue along his bottom lip, dipping it into his mouth. He sighed into her kiss, pouring out his heart into her lips. His hands ran up and down her sides, smoothing over her blown nerves.

“Y/N,” he groaned as he pulled away, peeling open his bleary blue eyes. No words formed, even if his mind was running a thousand miles an hour.

He had so much to say.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, “I’m sorry for being an ass, for…for leaving you like that,”

The sincerity in his words made her heart soar. She kept her body close, letting their skin mix, letting their passion mingle. She ran her hand through his sweaty, knotted curls, kissing his cheek.

“I forgive you,” she whispered, “but you have to tell me something,”

“What?” he asked. Her eyes were barely open, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction painted in her eyes.

“Why did you run?” she asked. He had no reason to hide from her. He didn’t want to.

“I was scared,” he admitted, “I…I thought that if I pushed you away I could push away my own feelings,”

“But why would you want to do that?” she asked. A valid question. One she’d been asking for years.

“Because look at you,” he breathed, “poised to perfection, a fucking goddess. I don’t compare to you,”

His words shocked her. Her eyes flickered, her heart skipping a beat in her chest. His words were raw, unshielded and unguarded. His eyes were wide, brow creased as he sat in the ecstasy of his pleasure and his feelings.

“Joe-”

“No, please, hear me out,” he interrupted, adjusting himself on the bed. His hands cupped her face, eyes boring into hers. She was beautiful, always was and always will be. Her skin was soft, warm under his touch.

“I was selfish,” he admitted, shaking his head, “you’re everything to me. You did more for me than Paige did, than anyone did. You…God, Y/N,” he breathed, unable to form the intense weight of his emotions into words.

She understood. She could read him like a book.

She leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss. He whined, his hand cupping the back of her head. He wanted her to feel the weight of his feelings, the way his heart beat for her. He slowly laid her down on the bed, his body pressing against hers.

“Can we do this again?” he asked, pulling from her lips, “I don’t want it to be a friends with benefits,”

“So like, dating?” she asked. Her heart raced, hope filling the cavity of her chest. Her head buzzed, thrumming with more.

“Yes,” he nodded, sweaty curls bouncing, “yes, I want everything. I want more. If you’ll have me,”

She answered with a kiss. Hungry. Desperate. Her arms looped around his neck, legs hooked around his waist as she pulled him closer to her body. Warm skin to warm skin, connected at the most intimate level, she felt at home.

“I’ll have you,” she whispered, “I’ll have all of you,”

Joe’s chest relaxed. He released a breath, his hands roaming her body. She fit against him perfectly, the piece to finish his puzzle. She was his muse, his reason for living. She was the cure to his curse, the poison he nearly killed himself with.

And he was never letting go.

[notsodelirious]

Helloo!! Can I ask for Wally giving head to a fem goth reader? I KNOW he's a starved man trying to act nonchalant 😒😒

omfg hi, I swear I’m alive, here you go!

synopsis: You call Wally over to help you with your makeup and end up getting more than you bargained for

notes: NFSW MDNI, and edited, but also this was written high and edited tired so, yk

tags: oral sex (fem receiving), body worship (mostly reader’s tits), fem!reader, 1k words, no use of y/n

ngl, it took me the longest time ever to figure out how to make the reader explicitly goth, but I hope this works! (ps. don’t tug on a partner’s piercings if they are fresh, I will hit you over the head for them, assume all the ones described here are very healed)

•─────⋅☾⊱♰⊰☽⋅─────•

Meeting Wally had been a complete coincidence—he had been forced to take a sociology class, you were an anthropology major, your paths would have never crossed otherwise.

Stuck in a group project with 2 other people, one absent fucker and a dickhead who thought barking at you was funny later and you were forced to shoulder the entire project yourselves.

It was the entire reason you had begun spending extended periods of time with him.

After the presentation was over, you had no excuse—you just liked his company.

Sure, he shoved his foot in his mouth more often than not, but you found his little rants about physics charming and soon, you were sucked too far into his life to back out now.

He kissed you, accidentally revealed that he was the Flash (well one of two, you never actually thought to realise there were two), met the other Flash, and had sex on his aunt’s couch while he was house sitting for her when she was away.

Nobody was really surprised when your relationship flourished from there—his aunt Iris would give you both knowing glance and there was nothing you could do but squirm and feign ignorance.

But it also meant that when your lease was up with your current apartment (and your roommates were fine really, the state they left the kitchen in only slightly drove you up the wall) you didn’t hesitate to move in with Wally.

One of the most sound decisions you’d ever made.

“Baby come here?”

Wally walked into your room almost immediately and you turned in your chair, facing away from your desk and mirror. You set down your lipstick—a dark cheery red—as you beckoned him closer and down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he teased as he knelt down onto one knee between your legs, obscured by your long skirt.

“Need your help,” you just said before leaning forward and pressing a fat kiss to his cheek, then a little higher up against his cheekbone.

You blotted off your lipsticks against his face, enjoying how his pale skin flushed, from his blush and your makeup.

You kissed his freckles slowly, laying your love on him as you pressed your lips and lip piercings against his face.

Eventually, you pulled away with a smile, still holding his face.

“Thanks, baby,” you smiled before glancing back at the mirror to fix the small smudges of lipstick that blended out and wiped the small amount off your snakebite hoops.

He took a moment to snap out of his haze but never stood, wrapping his hands around your waist instead as he sat properly, and pressed himself against your stomach. You instinctively put a hand on top of his head, petting his hair.

“Talk to me, Walls,” you said as you looked down at him.

“I want to taste you,” he said softly before he glanced up at you—you had never quite seen emerald eyes as genuine as his before, so desperate for just a morsel of you like he’s never experienced sweetness before.

“Yeah?” you smiled as your hand curved around his face, gently cradling his jaw. “Go for it, baby.”

He sat a little more upright, laying his lips against your bare cleavage, humming softly at the feeling of your warm skin. He continued to kiss you, his hands coming up to cup your chest over your tank top, making you sigh a little.

“Wanna see you,” he said before he was tugging down your tank top and unclipping your bra, making your tits spill out in front of his face.

He took gentle hold of your right one before you could gasp at the feeling of cold air against your nipples, bringing it to his mouth to worship you—his tongue flicked against the jewelled bar, your hands flew to his hair, tangling in red locks as you forced him closed, sighing and moaning under his attention.

“Oh, just like that, baby,” you said as he suckled and kissed your skin, trying his best to mark you up. He switched to your other side, pouring just as much devotion into that one—when he finally pulled away, nipples puffy and sensitive, he kissed down your sternum before settling properly between your legs.

“Please?” His voice was husky as he begged quietly and he blinked up from underneath long pale eyelashes and flushed cheeks and love drunk eyes and-

“Yeah,” you nodded as you swallowed, leaning back a little as he hiked your skirt up into your lap, “Eat me out, baby.”

He slid your panties off your legs, completely captivated by the sight of your sweet cunt between them, chubby lips and wet folds ready to be lavished.

You squirmed a little as he began to touch you, heat rising up your spine as you clenched around nothing, simply watching you explore you, like he had never seen your beauty before.

He rested your thighs on his shoulders, pushing closer to devour your pussy, his mouth against your folds, tongue flicking up your slit, petting your clit.

“O-oh, fuck,” you mumbled as you gripped his hair, curling forward a little as pleasure coiled in your stomach.

His teeth gently tugged at your clit piercing, which only made you buck your hips against his face. He hummed softly and you chanced a look down, watery eyes dragging your cheap mascara down your cheeks as he looked back, soft-eyed and so eager.

He lapped at your cunt, closing his eyes as if he was savouring a meal, digging his fingers into your thighs as your breathing only grew deeper and the chants of his name dissolved into moans.

“Just like that, fuck,” you whispered as you clenched your thighs around his head. He didn’t seem to mind, or care, only pushing closer, making out with your pussy, stroking pulsing walls.

You didn’t pay much attention to his hand leaving your leg.

Not until you near screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he vibrated his fingers against your throbbing clit.

Your orgasm had been long coming but still took you by surprise as you smothered him between your legs, crying out as you came across his face, soaking his face under you.

He continued to lap at you softly until you finally fell back against your chair and released him.

He let him go as you grabbed his face, dragging him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, against his teeth, on his lips.

He kissed back, softer than he had your cunt, satiated after his meal.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh, 100% my pleasure.”

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fun fact! I hate applying lip products around my snakebites, I would rather sacrifice my first born — I finally have a masterlist! and requests are still closed because I have yet to finish a single assignment <3 (ask box and messages are open for any other reason though)

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi lovely!! Firstly I want to say I love your works 🥰🥰 always happy to see someone keeping the poly!marauders tag alive! Could I request poly!marauders with fem!reader who just got her wisdom teeth out? Or some sort of procedure where they’re under anesthesia I’m not picky 😭😭 it’s always so cute to see reader all loopy and their bfs like “she’s so cute I want to eat her 😍”

Feel free to ignore this if you don’t vibe with it!! Love you loads 🎀

Thank you so much baby! I relate to this so much because in the two ish weeks I wasn't posting I actually got mine out! Love you loads as well! fem!reader x poly!marauders.

cw: surgery, pain meds, anesthesia

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“C'mon, sweet thing. Let’s get you inside.” James coaxed, gently. He was basically holding you up as you stumbled over the threshold of your home, still spacey from the anesthesia and pain medicine. 

“W- we’re home!” You slurred, muffled by the gauze in the back of your mouth. You tried to struggle free from James’ grasp, but he held fast to your arm. He was far stronger than you in typical circumstances, but in your inebriated state it was like a bunny trying to tug on an elephant. 

“Easy, love.” Remus chided, placing the hand that wasn’t holding your prescriptions on your shoulder. 

“I can do it myself.” You pulled against your boyfriends’ hold again, missing Sirius' lovingly annoyed expression in your determination.

“I’m sure you can, baby.” Sirius placated. “But then you would be denying us the pleasure of helping you. Don’t be mean and let us help you, yeah?” He rubbed up and down your arm through your thick sweater. 

“I wasn’t trying to be mean.” You said, voice wobbling with misery. Remus avoided the strong urge to swat his boyfriend. 

“You’re never mean lovie,” James cut his eyes to Sirius before fixing you with an awfully kind look. “Pads is just being a git, yeah?” He encouraged you to lie down on the bed.

“He’s not a git!” You shot back. “I love him!” Sirius thought he could cry from fondness on the spot. 

“Aw, I love you too, baby.” He knelt down to stroke your hair and resisted the urge to kiss your swollen cheeks. James helped you under the covers while Remus set the bag of care supplies on the dresser. You made grabby hands at Sirius, trying to pull him on top of you. (sober you would die before being that blatant in wanting)

“Gentle, dovey. You’re fragile right now, don’t hurt yourself” Remus gently scolded. 

“B- but I wanna cuddle!” You whined. James wondered if your words right now were just your internal thoughts all the time, he kind of hoped they were. Sirius gently moved you over enough for him to crawl in, holding you to lie on your back while he wrapped his arms around you. Remus was still by the dresser, reading the instructions again and setting out your medications. James leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Thank you for doing this.” He whispered, stroking the taller boy's hair. 

“Don’t mention it. I just know when she wakes again she is going to feel awful.” Remus winced. 

“She’s a trooper, though.” James added. “Remember they had to wheel me to the car when I got mine taken out. I also sobbed the whole way home and had a death grip on Pads so much he had bruises.” He recalled from his operation. 

“Yeah, you were a big baby, huh?” Remus teased. 

“Exactly,” Sirius piped up, holding onto your now sleeping form. You were out cold, some of the meds still clearly in your system. “At least she’s a cute baby.” 

“Oi! You said I was cute!" James said furiously. 

“You were, love. You always are.” Remus said, cheeks flaming. James sighed, looking at you. 

“She’s so precious I could eat her.” He said, lovelorn. 

“Don’t think she’s gonna want that for a while, Prongs.” Sirius teased, still stroking your arms and hair.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” James scolded, walking over to the bed and flopping down on your other side, Remus close on his tail. He kissed your head chastely, steering clear from any sore areas. You stirred in your sleep, not discontentedly, but rather reveling in their hold.

Your boyfriends didn’t know if they could survive this amount of fondness, but they weren’t complaining.

[somuchforahobby]

interrupted (part 5)

Summary: Running into Obi-wan as you escape from the Temple to go out clubbing Warnings: mentions of smoking and cigarettes - I thought of this as a regular tobacco cigarette but there is no mention of what is made of so … Tags: Tooth rotting fluff as usual Words: 1k Read on AO3 As a former smoker I can tell this was a very long cigarette - but hey its star wars is the duration of the cigarette what makes you think this is not believable? lol love ya all babes. Also, I’ll give you a lil forehead kiss if you find the arctic monkeys reference 🐒

It is always the same routine.

You have mastered it by this point: out the window, jump to a pillar, slide down and off you go to the Coruscant nightlife.

The acrobatics are not your best, considering the dress and shoes you are wearing, but so far nobody has noticed your little escapades. Your roommate Aayla and Quin are already waiting at the bar, considering they do not need to escape from the Temple and can simply walk out claiming they’re on their way for some bonding time. But not you. If Master Windu were to see you he’d probably have you banned from the Order. So you escape.

You are strutting down the sidewalk of the Temple when somebody calls your name. Your eyes close and your jaw tightens in fear, but you turn to find Obi-wan leaning against the main steps wall. 

“Where the kriff are you going?” there is a smirk on his lips as he says it, his eyes wandering your body.

“out” you merely say, taking a step closer to him.

“I can see that” His eyebrows were raised, but by the glint of his eyes you could tell he was not judging you. “With Aayla?” He asks as he lifts a cigarette to his lips. A habit he categorically denied to have but you were well aware of. 

“And Quin”

Obi-wan nods, “Of course.” The smoke leaves his mouth in a cascade.

“Wanna go?” 

“Me? I don’t want to spoil your hunt.”

Your head turned the slightest at his suggestion. 

“Who says I’m hunting tonight?”

He held your gaze, a smirk on his lips. “My dear, that hem is closer to a shirt than it is to a skirt, and with those heels your legs are more dangerous than a blaster pointed at a man’s head.”

“Mmm” you take a step closer to him, “then good thing my type of men are not afraid of blasters” 

His cheeks turned pink as he looked away from you.

“See you in the training room.” You assured, voice dripping with warmth.

“Wait” He held your wrist, ““If you do come back tonight, come back to me.” 

“And whatever for would I return to you?” You take the cigarette from his fingers and steal a sip. 

He stared at you while you did it, seemingly hypnotized by the image. His eyes shone with marvel like you were a treasure. Then his head moves sideways, but his hand lands on your waist to pull you closer.

With a teasing smile, he takes the cigarette from you. “To have a nice chat about ethics and philosophy”

“You promise?” You tease him back.

In a heartbeat, his arm rounds your waist and trades your positions pushing you against the wall. His chest is now against yours. His breath is warm against your lips and his eyes are fixed on yours. 

“Oh, I promise” 

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks as his breath fans your face and his lips are so dangerously close to yours. But before you can close the gap he takes a step back, focused again on his cigarette.

“You should come, really. It will be fun.” Before you finish your invitation his head is already moving.

“I don’t even have anything to wear”

“I’m sure Quin can lend you something, that is not a problem!”

He scoffs, seemingly offended. “As if I’d wear Quin’s crop-tops” 

That brought out a laugh from you. “It’s just some harmless fun, come with me, please.” You plead while pulling his hand.

“I can’t leave Anakin” he finally says and it’s definite.

He had never been one for parties but ever since he became a master, it seemed like all his personal hobbies and entertainment had been casted out.

“Alright” your head drops. “Say hello to the little gremlin for me”

He smiles, “I will”.

In a heartbeat, Obi-wan is leaning closer to you, his hand has risen to your neck, nearly cradling your jaw and his lips are only inches apart from yours. 

“Please stop by later” His breath fans your lips.

“Whatever for?”

“I am deeply interested in the lengths of that skirt of yours”

You smirk, “I am also interested in lengths”

He scoffed, “well then, if it is for research purposes…” and so he is kissing you.

It is slower than it has ever been, but more intense. Every brush is fueled with intention and urgency. All the worries of getting caught making out in the steps of the Jedi Temple fade away as his tongue conquers your mouth.

He is eager yet controlled, as his fighting is. But unlike in the training mat, here you completely allow him to win.

With your hands around his neck, you pulled in his hair, making him groan against your lips.

You are so lost in him that you completely lose track of your surroundings. The cold air of the night against your bare legs, the sound of the ships above you and the chit chat of the passersby. Slowly, as one noise becomes more clear you pull away in shock.

“MASTER!” 

Obi-wan pulls away and throws the rest of the cigarette to the floor with a grimace, “This is a disgusting habit, you should not be doing it. We as Jedi are above all sorts of vices, you should know that!” 

Your mouth opens as his scolding continues. Eventually you decide to allow his facade if only for the child’s sake.

“Sorry, master” mutter in a tone that definitely says ‘fuck you’. 

“Master, the Council calls for you!” Anakin jumps next to you. “They are sending you out on a mission, let’s go!!” Anakin grabs Obi-wan’s hand, tugging at him unable to contain the excitement. 

“I’ll be there in a minute, young padawan” Obi-wan looks at him with a knowing look.

Anakin looks at you squinting, his brows furrowed in suspicion. After he has walked up the stairs, you finally speak.

“I am starting to think he doesn’t like me”

Obi-wan scoffed, “He likes you just fine, he justs has terrible timing”

“Guess I won’t see you later, then?”

Taking a step back, Obi-wan’s head drop in frustration, “Guess not” 

“Well call me when you get back” 

A sweet smile crosses his lips, “Of course”

You close the distance between you, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Good luck on your mission, master.” You mock.

“And may the Force be with you, my dear.”

Part 6

[justwhisperingfantasies]

 @fanficocean Coffee Shop: The barista is cupid and makes people fall in love because they’re bored. @alphabetquest Prompt: Coffee Shop @fandom-free-bingo Square: Accidental hand touching

Inspired By @zepskies - Coffee Order Headcanons

Pairing: Ben aka Soldier Box -x- Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff (ish), Ben being Ben.

Ratings: Mature

Summary: What the heck happened at that coffee shop?

Word Count: 1,380

@copperboom82 Thank you for being my beta. Also for all your love and support 🤍

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“You know, you didn’t have to come,” you snapped, interrupting Ben’s insufferable bitching.

His head turned to you as you pushed the gearshift into park, giving you that smartass smirk. “And miss you in your element?” He took a long drag off his cigarette. “I think not sweetheart.” The smirk returned after he blew the smoke in your direction.

You let out a hearty sigh. “Let’s just get this over with,” you said, reaching for the door handle. “And don’t think I’m gonna wait around for you to finish that damn thing.”

“Oh, I know your ass ain’t that nice.” He winked, walking fast to catch up to you as he flicked the bad habit out of his fingers.

You pointed your finger at him, stepping onto the sidewalk. “Pot,” you began, then pointed back at yourself, “kettle.”

He smirked, opening the door for you. “After you,” he mocked as he gestured you inside, making you scoff a laugh. “Hello Ladies.” You glanced over your shoulder as you heard his voice in time to see him wink at the two older women walking through.

“Such a gentleman,” you heard one of them whisper, and you pursed you lips together holding back a laugh.

“See, I can be nice,” Ben teased, returning to your side.

You chuckled when you noticed him checking one of the women out. “Yea, when you wanna get your dick wet.”

“Still counts,” he said as you stepped into the back of the line, which wasn’t far from the door. “I can’t believe people actually like this shit this much.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned your whole body towards him. “Says the guy that said he wanted coffee…”

“Yes coffee, not this vanilla bean latte and fruit pink drink bullshit,” he gestured to the menu hanging above the counter. You exhaled through you lips, making them vibrate as his ranting started again. “And what the fuck is oat milk?”

“It’s a milk alternative, Ben.”

“Back in my day, there was no such thing, and we sure as hell didn't put it in our fucking coffee.

“Are you done?”

“I’m just sayin’,” he followed you as the line moved. “What the hell do you need a milk alternative for anyway?” he asked in a mocking tone.

“Because, some people are lactose intolerant…”

He scoffed a loud laugh. “But it’s fucking milk.”

You gave the elderly woman a smile with warm cheeks as she turned around, her eyebrows knitted at Ben.

“Ben, you're out in public. Could you at least pretend to be civilized?”

“Ya know who’s lactose intolerant?” he disputed and your fingertips rubbed circles on your temples. You were pretty sure his answer would not be socially acceptable. “Fucking pussies,” he exclaimed, proving you right. “Pussies are lactose intolerant.”

“Benjamin, you can’t say shit like that,” you hissed when one of the men in front of you cleared his throat.

Ben’s eyes narrowed at you. He hated you calling him Benjamin almost as much as you hated him calling you sweetheart. “Free country sweetheart,” he countered with a smirk

“Yes, but we have been over this - you have to respectful to others.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Would it matter if I said no?” you quipped moving up again.

He lowered his voice. “How the fuck do you get milk out of an almond?”

“So, let me guess… plain ol’ boring black coffee for you?” you snickered trying to change the subject.

“If ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” He smiled at you. "What are you getting?"

"Ha, you think I'm gonna give you ammo to make fun of me now?" You shook you head. "Nuh uh."

He leaned toward you with a grin. "Pussy," he whispered in you ear, making you snort. You cleared your throat as you moved up in line again. "Come on tell me." You sighed. "I promise I wouldn't make fun of you. Cross my heart," he added in a mocking tone.

"Pretty easy to swear on your life when you can't die."

"You have a point." He looked as the menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he pondered. "Lemme guess, that caramel ribbon thing?"

"Frappe."

"Yeah, whatever the fuck that is."

You chuckled. "Wrong."

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin as he read the menu again, and you bit back a smile. "What's a dragon drink? that sounds pretty badass."

"It's the mango dragon fruit refresher with coconut milk," you laughed as you looked over at him giving you a blank stare.

"It's actually pretty tasty, you should try it," the man behind you spoke up.

Ben's brows furrowed as he turned around, "Yeah, and you should try gargling my-"

"Benjamin!"

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Thank you for your suggestion." The man nodded as Ben turned back around.

"Good boy," you teased.

Ben let out a belly laugh, making everyone's head turn. The barista working the register caught your attention. Her eyes lingered on him and then shifted to you as she gave you a dampened smile.

"Are you gonna tell me or not?" he asked, stepping forward.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'm getting a salted caramel cream cold brew."

Ben raised his eyebrows as his lips puckered out. "Aw, what you don't like nut milk?" he chuckled as your cheeks turned red from his deliberate phrasing.

You shook your head "I'm not touching that."

"Huh, that's the first time I've heard that." He chuckled again as your cheeks got warmer. "So, what is cold brew?"

"It's coffee that is brewed at room temperature, bolder taste, less acidity, more caffeine. They serve it over ice, you can always get nitro cold brew." You giggled as Ben sighed, lifting his head with his eyes shut.

"Hi, how are you guys today?" the barista greeted as you stepped up to the counter.

"Good, how are you?"

"I'm great," The barista replied in a giddy manner. "So what can I get for this super cute couple?"

A howl of laughter pushed past your lips. "No, no, no, no," you stammered, cheeks blazing. "No, no, we are not a couple."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What can I get for you?" she murmured, you read the text message of everyone's order to her and then gave your own. "And for you sir?"

"Let me try one of those cold brew things," Ben told her, making your jaw drop. "No flavor or cream. Just black."

"Well look at you, trying new things, I'm so proud," you said nudging Ben's arm.

"Shut up," he teased, nudging you back.

Waiting at the pickup counter you heard him sigh, then felt his knee tap the back of yours. "Stop, you child."

"But, I'm bored."

Your attention snapped to the barista as you heard your name. Butterflies stirred in your stomach as Ben's fingers brushed against yours when you both reached for the carrier.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were going to…" you fumbled over your words.

He cleared his throat, "I got it." He gave you a smile, making the butterflies stronger.

"You know, this cold brew shit isn't half bad," he admitted as you punched in the code and held the safe house door open for him.

You giggled, "Ah, well I'm glad you like it."

"Hughie!" Ben yelled handing him his coffee, your eyes followed as he start handing out the other beverages.

"Alright, love." You head turned to Butcher as he stepped beside you. "What the fuck happened at that coffee shop?"

You gave him a scoff. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, I had to side between yuns to keep from killin' each other." He took a drag off his cigarette. "And now, he's over there smilin' while you're over here giving him the fuck me eyes of teenager in love."

"Butcher, I think you've finally gone mad." You looked back over to Ben. He raised his cold brew to his lips, scrunching his face at you. You chuckled. "I don't know, I guess he's not as bad as I thought."

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[leviathanlazarus]

In Your Fantasy

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x (F) Reader

Word Count: ~5300

Warnings: semi-public sex (like...very low-key), oral sex (F receiving), unprotected PIV sex. 18+ only ~

This took me forever to finish because I started it before my stupid tonsillectomy and I was totally useless throughout most of the recovery. Also, it's been absolutely ages since I wrote a Jake x Reader fic so I'm not sure how I feel about it...I really enjoyed writing this regardless of my trepidation though. I loved the idea of falling in love with him at work and him being so cheeky...hope you enjoy it too <3

P.S. also ages ago, I wrote a Josh x Reader fic that also took place in a library which you can read here. Links on my desktop masterlist aren't active for some reason...but I found it using a certain tag lmao. If you know, you know.

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You were finishing up fixing the order of some art books in the back of the library when you felt Jake come up behind you. “Wanna hear something kind of crazy?” he whispered in your ear, his chin nearly on your shoulder, his hair brushing against yours. Without even seeing him, the closeness and warmth of his body and the low, husky whisper sent a tingle up your spine–he certainly added a level of intrigue to working in a library. 

“Always,” you said, slipping the last book into the correct spot. It was a quiet Thursday afternoon–you’d thought it’d actually be busier given the rain that kept bucketing down outside, creating an even cozier atmosphere, but maybe people just wanted to stay home with their books instead. That was fine by you. You liked it when it was nearly dead silent throughout the building and Jake was there to occasionally break through, his voice a river through your thoughts and his subtle touches all shockwaves to your heart. 

When you turned around to face him, Jake looked like he was holding back a hilarious joke or something, eyes all eager and a grin tight on his lips like he was bursting at the seams. “So I just went to the bathroom and guess what I heard?” he went on, raising his eyebrows. 

You scrunched up your nose, already worried. This wasn’t what you were expecting when he’d said ‘something crazy.’ What sort of craziness happened in libraries anyway? “There are a lot of things I can think of. Is this a gross story?”

Jake chuckled. “It depends on your definition of ‘gross.’ Okay,” he said, looking around to make sure you two were still alone in the section. Then he looked into your eyes again and lowered his voice even more to tell you, “There were people fucking in there.” 

You scoffed, offended on behalf of the library–the sacred, beautiful space where people went to relax and read, not deal with lewd conduct. That wasn’t crazy, that was just offensive! “What, like two guys?” you questioned, tilting your head, a little irked at Jake finding this all so funny. 

“No, a guy and a girl.”

“Ugh. That’s even worse. Women shouldn’t have to deal with getting laid in a men’s bathroom,” you said, then were momentarily distracting yourself with yet another out of place book on the shelf.  “I’d never do that. I can’t believe someone else is. I mean, kids go here.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Jake said slowly. He leaned against the bookshelf and looked at you pointedly, his dark eyes even darker in the dim light. “Then again–”

Before he could finish, you had another thought. “Wait, Jake–did you say anything to them?”

“No. What could I say? I just high-tailed it out of there as soon as I heard.”

You sighed. The whole thing would be far more redeemable if your boyfriend had at least tried to throw out some warning words to the perpetrators. “You should have told them to stop. I would have.”

“I’m sure they finished soon after I left.” He smirked. “It sounded like they were pretty close.”

You groaned quietly and turned away, preferring to find another thing to busy yourself with now. “Gross. They should be banned.”

Jake followed along right at your side as you whisked through the rest of the art section and back to the cart you needed to empty. “I didn’t see who they were, so no chance of that.” At the cart, he put his hands on it, keeping it in place. “I actually thought you’d find it sort of amusing, Y/N.”

You leaned over, almost close enough to touch your noses together. “You’re such a guy. Only a guy would think it’s amusing and not disgusting.” 

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you’re just a little stuffy,” Jake replied, tilting his head up as if he were challenging you. “Although maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, considering we’ve never done anything like that.”

You scoffed again and leaned back, surprised and still a little irritated, but also genuinely curious. “Oh, so you want to fuck around in a public place? That’s something I didn’t know about you.”

Jake’s challenging stance turned crestfallen, and he lifted one of your hands to press a kiss to. “Forget I said anything about it. I mean, I suppose you’re right–it is kind of gross.” He kept your hand clasped in his for a few seconds as he said, “But I’d never make love to you in a public bathroom. I’d hope you know me better than that.”

You looked over your shoulder at the sound of a man clearing his throat, settling down into a chair with a newspaper. He wasn’t paying any attention to you or Jake, but you gave the cart a push anyway, cajoling Jake off it so you could navigate to where you needed to go next. 

“It’s really the fact that it’s the bathroom that makes it so gross,” you whispered as Jake kept following you. You couldn’t deny you’d had some secret fantasies about getting it on in the library–after all, it was where you and Jake had met and where you continued to spend the most time together. But none of your fantasies included the restrooms in the hall, or the utility closet or that little corridor tucked away across from the restrooms where the vending machines were. Too grody, too cramped, too obvious.

“At least our bathrooms are clean.” Jake parked himself right next to you once you were in the biography section, and when you stepped away from the cart, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place. “But if I’m being really honest, I have thought about us, well, fooling around here. I think it’s quite surprising we never have.”

“Jake,” you said in an attempt to protest, but his sweet, pretty face and ticklish touch on your waist made you giggle, and his confession that echoed your own secret thoughts lit a little spark. “We work here!” 

“So? All the more reason. It’s always been our special place.” Jake smiled as he got even closer to kiss you; you kissed him back, looping your arms over his shoulders. He was smiling even bigger when you both broke away and he said, “You know, it’s just me closing tonight. You should stay after with me.”

“God, and do what?” you replied, but, despite yourself, you were growing more intrigued. 

“Well, don’t you think the study rooms here are nice and cozy?” Jake questioned, still latching himself to your side as you started to put more books away. “There aren’t any cameras in any of them either. No one would know.”

You looked up at him from your crouched position, sliding a book into place. “Someone would know. Someone would find out somehow.” You were quickly finding even more perfectly good reasons in your mind not to do this, to not even really toy with the idea, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought, why not? Could the risk make it more fun? Even just the new, ill-fitting, sort of scandalous environment? 

Besides, Jake really did look hot today. He looked hot every day, but the second you’d seen him after he’d come into work earlier, he’d lit a fire in your belly that was more intense than usual. His hair had the perfect level of slight messiness and the relaxed black button-down shirt was perhaps one or two buttons shy of being overtly inappropriate for work; the smooth tan skin of his chest exposed and acting as a lovely backdrop to the long silver chain dangling, the pendant hitting his sternum. You could imagine tugging on that chain, grasping the pendant in your palm, to pull him closer while he pressed you against one of those thick wooden tables. You’d run your fingers through his hair and kiss him in the frozen silence, and maybe no one would ever know after all.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning,” Jake remarked, tapping your forehead once you were standing again. “You know you want to.” 

You let out an inadvertent nervous giggle and rolled your eyes. “Yes, I’m thinking about it.”

Jake stepped closer, pressing you back against the cart of books. “I’d love to hear some of those thoughts,” he said, putting his hands on your waist.

“You’re lucky it’s dead here today,” you said, keeping your voice a whisper despite the, indeed, dead library around you. You rested your arms over his shoulders, twisting a strand of his hair between your fingers; Jake just kept looking at you with that sweet, silently begging gaze until you giggled, relenting. “Okay. I was, um…thinking about you pushing me down on one of those big tables.”

Jake’s eyebrows rose. “What else?”

“Well…” you began, looking down at his dark jeans rubbing against your skirt. “You’re giving me some more ideas now.” You lifted one foot off the floor to rub your calf over his, the delicate material of your tights creating subtle but scintillating friction against his denim. 

Jake ran the tip of his nose up your cheek and whispered in your ear, “Same here.” 

Just as you were closing your eyes and allowing yourself to let your environment fall away around you, to forget about all the risk of being caught right there, and just as Jake’s hand was sliding down between your legs, a person’s incredibly soft–thanks to the clever carpeting job–footsteps headed your way yanked you right out of the moment.

Jake, too. He shot back and cleared his throat, ran a hand through his hair and looked in the direction of the footsteps; you did too, and soon enough an older woman with her nose already in an open book trotted past the shelves. 

“See?” you whispered, gesturing at the passer-by who was already out of view. “It’s so easy to get caught.”

“Please, that lady didn’t notice a thing. Alright,” Jake said before he stole one last hurried kiss. “I should let you keep doing your job and I should carry on with mine. But will you stay after with me tonight?”

You pursed your lips as you looked at him, considering, but it wasn’t long before you said, “Alright, Jake. I’ll stay after and we can play out your little fantasy.”

“It’s your fantasy too, baby doll,” Jake said with a wink before he half-turned, beginning to step away. “I think we’ve established that.”

-

There wasn’t a whole lot to keep your mind occupied as the afternoon carried on. The rain kept coming down, hammering hard against the roof and windows, and the sky outside was pure gray, all flat and blank. It reminded you of your first day working here, as a matter of fact–that morning in the previous late October, when autumn’s chill was officially in the air. A fine layer of frost had even been on the ground that morning; your shoes had crunched over it on the short walk to your car and you’d had to use your defroster once you turned the key, your anxiety peaking as you had to wait even longer to start the new job. 

How could such a quiet, peaceful place encite so much anxiety anyway? You remembered wondering that very question as you walked over the sidewalk to the library entrance for the first time since being hired, the concrete slick with that morning frost and the beginnings of a gentle rainfall. And just when you’d been settling in and getting comfortable, Jake had showed up and introduced himself, all casual and easy like he didn’t know he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

Thankfully, Jake was also the sweetest man you’d ever met. It didn’t take long before his beauty and charm stopped intimidating you and instead just made you feel all light and full of joy–you were simply happy to chat with him whenever you both could spare a few minutes. Those few minutes steadily turned into shared breaks; then, shared lunches where you’d sit out back on the one picnic table when the weather permitted. Then he started bringing you special treats sometimes, things he knew you liked because he actually listened about what you liked, and then after that he started bringing you whole lunches packed with love and care that you’d never experienced before. 

So, after all that, was it really such a big deal to make love inside the place in which you fell in love?

None of your other coworkers even seemed to notice that you were staying later than planned this evening. But, just to be safe, you also made a point to hide out in the kid’s section when closing time crept up, busying yourself with cleaning up stray crayons and markers and then browsing through some of the newer picture book additions when you were done with that. 

When you were sliding one picture book back onto the shelf and reaching for another, you noticed the part of the library beyond the kid’s section dim; you stood up and walked out into the main area, and there Jake was behind the checkout counters flipping switches.

“Despite almost always being the one to close,” he said, flipping another switch. “I still sometimes forget which lights actually get turned off and which ones stay on.”

A path of yellow light led the way past the checkout and reception, past the few rows of public use desktop computers. Jake held your hand as you both stepped through the library, your heartbeat speeding up a bit with nervous yet delightful anticipation; a few more steps and you were further into the very back of the library, just about there. Four study rooms were staggered just beyond the teen reading section, two on the left and two on the right with a wall of windows in between. 

Jake opened the door to the last study room on the right. A large window was in there too, soaking in the deep sunset that was resting beyond the grass outside and the trees, and the mostly-bare branches of all the trees were throwing shadows across the library grounds. Then Jake flipped the light on, making it all disappear.

“Oh no,” you said, reaching behind him to flip it off again. “It’s sort of magical with the light off. Look at that sunset.”

Jake followed your gaze out the window to the wash of deep blue painted across the sky, nighttime so early in autumn that only a slight sliver of golden-orange remained just on the horizon. The rain had stopped a few minutes ago and had left a lingering mist on the ground, its faint haze trailing along just outside the windows–the whole scene was so much more peaceful than what was going on inside your head. You couldn’t shake the possibility of getting caught even though Jake was right about there being no cameras back here, and there was no one else around, not even any of the custodial staff, and not a soul out there in the fog. Just you and Jake in the little dark study room, his hand still warm around your own.

Your thoughts started to drift away, making space for your mind to comprehend the shadowed image of Jake before you as he gently turned you to face him. He smiled with the slightest bit of white teeth gleaming between his full lips, and you instinctively smiled back, pulled under his charm again. So, now effortlessly charmed and put at ease, you wrapped him in your arms and pulled him close, caressing his shoulder blade with one hand and the slight curve of his waist with the other as both of your smiles disappeared into a kiss. 

“You were making me crazy all day,” he remarked between the kisses that accelerated with both of your lips parted and the wet meeting of tongues. 

“Really? You kept it well-hidden.” Of course Jake did–you never doubted his affection and passion for you, but he kept everything so private. It was one of the many things you liked about him. You cupped the back of his head, sinking your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails just the way he liked it, and kissed him again.

“God, your ass in this skirt,” Jake said, voice a little rough, and he reached down to grab you there. “The way your hips move.” He licked his bottom lip as he took a moment to just look at you, his eyes scanning your face. “So unbelievably pretty.”

You held the side of his face. “You are too, Jakey.” He really was, and even in the dark–perhaps especially in the dark, actually. The shadows enveloped him in even more mystery than normal, but you could still so plainly see the angles of his face and the smoothness of his skin in the faint, distant glow of the lingering sunset. Jake smiled at the sound of that little nickname coming from you, then disappeared as he pressed his lips to yours again and pushed you back against the table just like in your little fantasy. 

You felt the warmth of his hand travel around your hip then slide down over your skirt; you kissed him harder and spread your legs a little wider when his fingers skated effortlessly up your thigh over your tights. Jake purred against your mouth as he traced the seam of those tights, and subsequently the crotch of your panties beneath, with one fingertip, and your own hands hurried down his body with much less grace to squeeze his ass and feel the hardness between his legs as reciprocity. 

Before you could do much more than that, he was pushing your skirt up all the way with one hand and continuing to use the other to tease you. Your breath caught in your throat as you were finding yourself trying to stay silent despite the library being completely empty; Jake carried on with longer, deeper touches over the crotch of your panties and tights. The steady back and forth of his fingers over the two thin layers of fabric sent a delightful tingle of pleasure up your spine but you couldn’t forget his either–you kept that one hand of your own on his crotch too, gently squeezing his erection through his pants.

Jake huffed softly and kissed you again; you clutched his arm with your other hand, squeezing his bicep. Maybe other people didn’t mind getting caught–maybe there really was some sort of thrill to it. Maybe other people actually sometimes wanted others to witness their most intimate moments but you didn’t. You couldn’t imagine doing this with the lights on in the middle of the day, with the soft noises of people beyond the walls and the risk of someone catching a glimpse from opening the door or from outside the windows. You were perfectly happy with having Jake all to yourself in the shadowed little square study room, his skin so perfectly warm, his kiss so perfectly molded to yours.

“Was this part of your fantasy?” Jake questioned as he slowly sank to his knees, keeping your skirt bunched up over your hips with both hands now. But it was obvious what he was doing, so you took their place to keep it out of the way while his hands squeezed your thighs as he pressed his face between your legs.

The scant sharpness of his teeth over your crotch made you gasp. “Maybe,” you answered, thighs quivering against the table behind you.

“Oh, come on,” Jake beckoned, looking up at you with a sweet but slightly mischievous gaze, his eyebrows raised just enough to display teasing curiosity. 

“Seems like you already know,” you replied, stifling a giggle at him struggling to get your tights down from beneath your skirt. 

“I don’t know how you wear these things,” he remarked, which made you actually let out a laugh.

“Just rip them for fuck’s sake,” you instructed, eager now, already wet for him. “They’re not expensive.”

Jake didn’t hesitate. “If you insist,” he said as he grabbed a fistful of black nylon in each hand and ripped the tights right open, then quickly pulled your panties to the side next, giving you no time to think at all anymore. Whatever words your mind may have found merely turned to shaky breaths as you watched Jake’s face disappear between your legs again.

He gave a little hum just as he went straight in, the bridge of his nose rubbing up against your clit while he dove his tongue into your center like he really did want to eat up all the arousal that had been conjured up just for him. Your fingers found his hair again, knuckles curling to tug the long strands while your nails scratched his scalp again and he let out a little pleased sound, almost like a gratified laugh, and dug his own blunt nails into your inner thigh as he kept you spread open. 

One word finally emerged from your lips–Jake’s name, simply spoken in a soft tone as the ministration of his tongue and lips had you squirming and quivering even harder, your heels digging into the carpet below as you slightly struggled to stay upright. The repeated flicks of tongue over your clit disappeared for a brief moment, then slowed to one long drag of his tongue over your center just to start that quick pace again. Sighs and whimpers were dragged out of you with each lick; when Jake slipped two fingers in, the slow but easy stretch made you tremble and clench your fingers into his hair even harder.

“You’re so tight,” he commented when he pulled back just enough for you to look down again and see your own wetness glistening on his lips and chin. You could feel it too, how much tighter you were clenching around his fingers as he gently thrust them and teased, curling them and now rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re so good,” you told him breathlessly, closing your eyes again when the sensations had you arching your back. You hissed and bit your lip when Jake’s mouth found you again, his tongue teasing your clit more while he slid his fingers in deeper.

You had thought it would take more of a conscious effort to relax in this space and just let go, but it was easy, so easy–you just let your body respond to Jake with each tremble and moan and gasp and tug at his hair until your legs were outright shaking. Panting, the peak rising deep inside, you pulled him closer and he obliged, sucking on your clit as his fingers curled and gently tugged deep inside you too as if he was literally trying to pull you right to the edge you were already rapidly careening to.

His name from your lips once more wasn’t a soft little sigh; it was a sharp, long whine that seemed to boom in the little study room. Your ferocity surprised you even more when the overstimulation came on so soon and you yanked his head back with one hand and shoved him away with the other, your hand gripping his shoulder. Panting, eyes still shut, you could feel how much wetter you were with his saliva and the rush of your orgasm, the fluid soaking your panties that were pulled to the side and even the very inside of your thighs. 

Jake pressing a kiss to your thigh made you look down but he was getting up on his feet now; your gaze followed the steady movement of his rise and then you were whisked away into blissful darkness again when he closed in and kissed you–close-lipped because he was so polite. But you parted yours and slid your tongue over his and gripped his waist tight for a moment before hastily getting those buttons on his shirt undone, fingers trailing all the way down to get his pants undone next. 

He tentatively pushed you back onto the table a bit more so your feet were off the floor, legs still spread wide around him and dangling when he pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to reveal that heated hardness. His cock leaked just a bit as he stroked it once, looking at you, and a blip of that old insecurity born from adoration and fascination stroked your brain, because Jake was just so beautiful and his beauty was so much more stark in contrast to the plain white walls behind him. 

“That was intense,” Jake said with a chuckle, leaning in to kiss you. You sighed against his lips as he slid the head of his cock all through your wet center, making a point to rub longer and harder over your clit. As he slid in, taking your breath away entirely, he sighed too and you watched his shoulders drop and his chest flush and he asked, so casually, “Is your fantasy being fulfilled?”

Even with the impact of Jake’s cock filling you so perfectly, you had to laugh. “You're a fantasy, Jake,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, to make the head of his cock hit so deep inside you that you gasped again as if you weren’t expecting the feeling. “What about–” You had to pause when Jake gave his first thrust. “What about your fantasy? This was all your idea.”

“It was a shared idea,” he reminded you with the cutest little smile. How could anyone be so sexy and adorable at the same time, especially during the actual act of sex, especially when that sex was taking place inside a public library? But he was, and you kept your eyes on him as he steadily sped up with his hips and his hands explored your body over your clothes, one squeezing your breast through your shirt and the other smoothing down your waist, your hip, traveling around your thigh.

“Oh god,” you chirped when Jake’s fingers made contact with your still-sensitive clit; but he was gentle, clearly deliberately being slow with the little circles he was making. With your arms still a loop around his shoulders, you sank your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and held him there for a minute before the soft pink of his chest became too tempting not to touch.

“Fuck yeah, that feels amazing,” Jake said in that deliciously hazy, husky voice after you slipped your hands past his open shirt to toy with his nipples. Bringing more attention to him put your lingering overstimulation in the background–you continued to tease with one hand while the other skated over the other side of his chest, feeling his warm, soft skin, up to his neck. You caressed him there, your fingers lightly touching the tender skin along his throat and then up to his ear, and Jake moaned softly and tilted his head to try and get more contact.

That was fine by you. You lightly scratched behind his ear like he was a cat and he sort of purred like one anyway, making you giggle; Jake giggled too and surged forward, picking up his pace as he whisked you away with another series of kisses that were deep but just sloppy enough for your mutual moans to be voiced. 

But, also to your surprise, Jake began to voice more thoughts between increasingly ragged breaths: “Remember when we first met?” he asked, his fingers over your clit sliding down to get slick again from your own arousal. “That was–fuck, that was such a good day.”

“It was,” you agreed, playing with one of his earrings as your other hand squeezed his pec. “I’m lucky I even got the job here. For a lot of reasons.” You stole another lingering kiss before adding, “You’re the biggest reason.”

Jake smiled. The sunset that had been just barely clinging to life when you’d both began was gone now–the only illumination was coming from a parking lot light that was too far away from the windows to see, but the pale yellow glow was scant enough to see that alluring, mystical beauty that your boyfriend possessed. Just looking at his face was enough to make you come again.

But Jake’s skilled fingers and the heat, weight and stretch of his cock still thrusting into you certainly helped. You buried your face against his neck now that you had access to all of him; a thick sob was muffled as you tightened and spasmed around him, and you heard him let out a quiet “wow” as the second orgasm rolled through you. 

His fingers on your clit, thankfully, moved away. He gripped your thigh again instead; his pace was now messy and fierce, and you had to fight to stay in place not only from the harsh movements and how the table you were sitting on was skidding a bit across the floor, but also from that second round of intense bodily excitement. 

“God,” you huffed, stifling another laugh. Apparently it didn't matter where you were–if you were with Jake, he just gave you the giggles. “You’re really going for it.”

Jake cradled the back of your head, messing with your hair a bit. “And I’m–hmm–almost there.”

You kissed him softly and sweetly, from his collarbone and up his neck to his ear. “Good boy,” you whispered there, giving his ear a nibble. Jake moaned wordlessly in response and gave one last deep, solid thrust that jostled you backwards and made the table creak, then he went slack over you, his whole upper body all loose and so hot that warmth was radiating through his shirt.

When Jake lifted his head, you leaned back and waved the back of your hand over your forehead with a silly “whew” motion; Jake laughed and nodded, then slowly pulled out. He collapsed forward again, resting his head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him once more. 

“Well, we’ve done it once. Do we ever need to do it again?” you asked, petting his back.

“Like, um, sex?” Jake asked, mumbling against your chest. “Or sex in the library?”

“In the library, duh,” you said with a chuckle, and kissed him when he lifted himself up and looked at you. 

“Where else should we do it?” Jake replied, his tone and little smile making it obvious he was kidding–finally. You were glad to have played out this little fantasy and do something new and a little risky, but you’d be even more glad to just go back to the way things were. Nothing wrong with a classic. 

“Our bed, definitely,” you said, and Jake smiled and nodded again; you began working on buttoning up his shirt. “Our couch. The floor. Maybe the shower.” 

“Maybe?”

“Last time we tried the shower, you nearly cracked your head open,” you reminded him, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. “And nearly broke your perfect teeth.”

Jake’s smile grew wider. “That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”

“I’d never forgive that stupid shower.”

Jake patted his hands from your shoulders down the length of your body, stopping at your ankles. “Well, babe, we’re both in one piece now, aren’t we? Time to close up?”

“Definitely. The custodians are probably going to be here any minute.”

“Oh my.” Jake held your hand to bring you off the table. “That would have been quite the show for them.” 

“No more shows,” you said as you both put the finishing touches on getting yourselves decent before Jake opened the door. “I should be the only one looking at you when we fuck.”

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[joaosnovia]

Please make on with kenan and how he has a model gf and gets jealous when fans ship her and her co-workers saying they have more chemistry then her and kenan and likes he’s jealous when reader tells him “I have a kelvin clain shoot with __” and he’s just angry and jealous and then you can do the rest

❦ - ‘who’s jeans..?’

summary:: you’re a famous model dating kenan yildiz but he gets jealous when you’re set to model with a guy that people have been shipping you with on the internet.

warnings:: self doubt, idfk atp

writers note:: okay so i wanna get as much done before school starts as possible but still please feel free to continue requesting bc i read all of them as soon as i get them and i love them smmmm! ALSO NOTE TO MENTION THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PUBLISHED LIKE 4 HOYRS AGO??

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added or removed!

kenan never considered himself the jealous type. he trusted you, knew you loved him, and never doubted it, until the internet started saying otherwise.

it started small, fans commenting under your instagram posts, comparing you and your co stars, the models you worked with. ‘they have so much chemistry,’ they’d say. ‘they’d make such a perfect couple.’

at first, he ignored it. he knew the industry, knew how people talked. but then, the edits started popping up. tiktok after tiktok of you laughing with another model, posing together, staged moments turned into something more by eager fans. ‘this is what real chemistry looks like,’ someone commented under one. ‘way better than her and kenan.’

he never let it show. never mentioned it. but the frustration built up, simmering just beneath the surface.

and then, one night, you were lying in bed beside him, scrolling through your emails, when you spoke, casual, unaware of the storm brewing inside him.

‘i have a calvin klein shoot with gabriel next week.’

he stiffened. ‘who?’

you glanced at him, confused by his tone. ‘gabriel, why?’

he scoffed, shaking his head. ‘of course it’s him.’

you frowned. ‘kenan, what’s wrong?’

he turned to you, jaw tight. ‘do you even see what people say about you two? or do you just ignore it?’

your brows furrowed. ‘kenan, it’s just work.’

he laughed, but there was no humor in it. ‘yeah? because the internet seems to think you two should be together instead of us.’

you sighed, placing your phone down. ‘kenan, you know that’s not true.’

but he just looked away, arms crossed, jealousy burning in his chest.

you reach for his arm, fingers curling around his bicep gently, but he doesn’t relax. his jaw is still clenched, gaze fixed on a point far away, lost in his thoughts.

'kenan,' you murmur, shifting closer to him, your thigh brushing against his under the covers. 'look at me.'

he hesitates before finally meeting your eyes, and the frustration there twists something in your chest. he looks vulnerable beneath the anger, and that vulnerability makes your heart ache.

'i don’t care what they say,' you say softly, your fingers tracing slow circles on his arm. 'they don’t know us. they see a picture, a video, and think they understand. but they don’t.'

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. 'yeah, but it’s everywhere. i open my phone and it’s just… him. you. people saying you should be with him instead of me. like i’m some... placeholder.'

'your brain is lying to you,' you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips. 'you’re not a placeholder. you’re it for me, kenan.'

he shakes his head, still not fully convinced, and you sigh, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. 'you know how many people tell me i’m lucky to be with you? how many girls would kill to be in my place?' you pause, lips brushing against his jaw. 'but i don’t care about them. i care about you. about us.'

he softens a bit, his hand finally coming to rest on your thigh. 'it’s just... hard not to get in my head about it.'

'i know,' you whisper. 'but next week? when i’m at that shoot? i’ll be thinking about how i get to come home to you. how no camera or photoshoot can compare to this.' you gesture between you two. 'this is real. everything else is just noise.'

his lips quirk up at the corners, and you can see the tension easing from his shoulders. 'you really have a way of shutting me up, huh?'

'one of my many talents,' you tease, grinning when he finally laughs.

he pulls you into his arms then, burying his face in your neck. 'i just hate the idea of anyone thinking they could be better for you.'

'nobody is,' you promise, threading your fingers through his hair. 'nobody even comes close.'

he hums, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. 'just... promise me you won’t fall for him when he starts flexing or whatever during that shoot.'

you snort, smacking his shoulder playfully. 'please. you really think anyone else can compete with you? have you looked in a mirror, kenan? unfair levels of handsome.'

'you’re biased,' he mumbles, though his tone is lighter now, more playful.

'yeah,' you agree, 'biased because i’m in love with you.'

he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes searching yours. 'yeah?'

'yeah,' you nod. 'so no more jealousy, okay? or at least... less of it. you’re too pretty to be frowning this much.'

he grins, finally fully relaxing. 'fine. but i’m picking you up from that shoot. just to make sure this guy knows you’re taken.'

'love when you get all possessive,' you tease, leaning in to kiss him softly. 'but seriously, you have nothing to worry about.'

'guess i just really like you or something,' he murmurs against your lips.

'good,' you smile, 'because i really like you too. even when you’re being a jealous dork.'

he laughs again, pulling you tighter against him. 'just don’t make me fight a model, okay? i can’t have that on my record.'

'no promises,' you joke, kissing him once more as the tension between you finally melts away.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: A friendly reminder: Don’t challenge your two large dog hybrid boyfriends Pairing: Alaskan Malamute!Ming x fem Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit!reader x Bernese Mountain Dog!Yunho Tropes: poly au, hybrid au, abo au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: abo dynamics, hybrids, polyamory Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, knots, predator-prey play, dirty talk, pet names, nipple play, spontaneous female orgasm Word Count: 1,154 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: part of the Mr. Wolf universe Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Paranoia by Kang Daniel

“It’s not like you guys could outrun me anyway.” You poke at your boyfriends, “I’m a bunny. Don’t they outrun dogs all the time?”

Mingi growls lowly, “Watch your tongue, cottontail.”

“Wanna test that theory, bun?” Yunho adds.

A shiver runs down your spine. Yunho’s eyes are dark as he stares at you. Something in the air has shifted. His typically smooth pine scent sharpens, and the undertones of dark chocolate become more present. Even though your eyes are fixated on Yunho, you can still smell Mingi. Your nose twitches as Yunho’s scent mingles with Mingi’s spruce and winter air scent. You glance at the hallway and debate your best course of action. Either you could stay here like a bunny trapped in the corner by big scary wolves, or you could find a hole, bolt down the hall, and make a game out of it. 

The second option seems far more appealing. You turn your small upright ears to the side, listening to where Mingi is on your left. He isn’t moving, but you know his eyes are fixed on you. Yunho is directly in front of you, and he’s not budging any time soon. The space just to your right is wide open. If you move at the right time, you could easily make it down the hall and into your bedroom. Yunho’s eyes shift to Mingi for a moment. That’s the opportunity you needed. You bolt. You make it about halfway down the hall before you find yourself thrown over Yunho’s shoulder. In hindsight, you should’ve known better. Both your mates are dog hybrids, hunting dog hybrids at that. Mingi walks up to where you and Yunho stand in the hallway. One moment, your eyes are on the ground, Yunho’s fluffy dark brown tail also in your field of view. The next, you see Mingi. His finger is under your chin, making you look at him. He’s bent over slightly so as not to strain your neck too much.

“You wanted to play chase so bad. Let’s see how well our pretty little prey can handle the consequences.” He hums, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Again, I can outlast both of you. We all know bunnies last far longer than any dog can in bed.”

Yunho tugs your tail, making you squeak, “Let’s see if you’re still saying that when you’re hanging off our knots.”

Mingi finally moves his hand from under your chin and steps around Yunho to walk ahead of both of you into the bedroom. His spruce scent follows him in a waft of air. It makes your head spin with need. Your own scent must’ve sweetened because Yunho’s fingertips dig into the flesh of your thigh before following the other dog hybrid into your bedroom. You don’t even get a moment to process what’s happening before Yunho is throwing you onto your bed and quite literally ripping your clothes off your body. Mingi pulls you into his lap, his fluffy white and grey ears poking up out of his blonde and red messy hair. Your bare pussy against his joggers feels like both heaven and hell at the same time. You immediately start to grind against him. A low growl from him stops your motions. Instantly, you bare your neck to him, ears pinned back against your head.

“That’s a good little bunny. Listen to your alpha.” He smirks.

“M-mingi, please?” You whine.

“Please, what?” He teases, teeth gently grazing against your mating gland.

You whimper at the feeling of his sharp canines against the sensitive skin, “Need you inside me so bad.”

Your fluffy tail wiggles a bit in anticipation. Just as you think Mingi is going to sink his teeth into you. Your other mate, who has been relatively quiet since ripping your clothing off, pulls you from his lap. You’re sitting back against Yunho’s bare body. You can feel his hard member pressed against your back just beside your tail. Yunho lifts your body as if you weigh nothing and guides you to sit down on his cock. A loud moan escapes your lips as he starts to move you to bounce on his cock.

“That’s a good little bunny. So good for your alphas, aren’t you?”

You nod, “Feels so good!”

Yunho chuckles against the shell of your ear, “And to think, you were talking so big about how a little prey hybrid like you could outrun and out fuck us. You’re leaking slick, bun. You’re such a fucking mess.”

“Yun– alpha! Fuck!” You moan loudly.

Mingi stalks closer to you and smirks, his sharp, pearly white canines on display as he does so. He drops his head in front of your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of Yunho fucking you, combined with Mingi’s tongue swirling around the hard bud. His hand moves to stimulate your other nipple. You can’t help but bury your hands in his messy, dual-colored hair. The moment you do, he uses his free hand to grasp your wrist in one hand. You’re rendered completely helpless. Yunho’s knot starting to bump against your leaking entrance makes your mind completely blank. 

“You gonna cum on Yunho’s cock, cottontail?” Mingi teases, his sharp teeth teasingly nipping at your nipple.

“Feels so–” You cut yourself off in a broken moan.

“So what, bun? You already that fucked out that you can’t explain yourself?” Yunho teases further.

You can’t hold back your orgasm anymore. Your body shakes, and your pussy convulses. As you ride out your high, Yunho pushes his knot into you. The feeling of him finally popping it in sends you into a second, much more unexpected orgasm. You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks at the intense feeling. Mingi’s teeth still tease your nipples as you come down from your high. Although Mingi didn’t get to knot you at the same time as Yunho, the cum on both his thighs and yours is evidence enough that he came at some point during your back-to-back orgasms. Mingi finally moves away from your sensitive chest and places kisses against your mating gland. You positively melt at the feeling. A moment later, Mingi’s lips are gone from your neck, and although you can’t see it, you can still hear him kissing. He kisses Yunho’s mating gland as well, and the other alpha growls at him half playfully. The sound of the growl has you whimpering and grinding against his knot.

“You’re fucking insatiable, bun. Is our pretty little prey hybrid desperate still?” Yunho tsks.

“Please?”

“Maybe I should give attention to that cute little clit of yours while you’re stuck on Yunho’s knot.” Mingi suggests a condescending hint to his tone.

You clench around Yunho’s cock.

“I think our little cottontail likes that idea.”

“I really really do.” You admit.

Mingi smirks, “I best get to work then.”

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After Midnight - (jc.b)

➺ Pairing: bf!Jacob x fem!reader

➺ Summary: Wherein Jacob tries to save whatever is left of your birthday and make it the most memorable one possible.

➺ Word Count: 1.3K

➺ Warnings: Considering this smut! (18+, minors DNI), Lots and lots of kissing, some dry humping, groping if you squint, allusions to sex, pet name (honey), a little angst but mostly fluff! Very suggestive.

➺ A/N: Inspired by this ask from @maryamtbz. Sorry this got to you late but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Proofread once, will go back to fix it when I can!

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“Honey please talk to me.” Jacob leans his head against the door.

“Leave me alone!” You shout from the other end.

Jacob didn’t want to push any further so he let go of the knob and slowly sat on the floor, leaning his back against the wooden surface as he waited for you to unlock the doorknob. He could slowly feel his heart aching from the gentle sobs coming from the other side of the door.

He was sure he was going to make this birthday the most memorable one ever. Jacob even went as far as planning this birthday as soon as the last one ended, making sure everyone had RSVP’ed in advance and followed up with each person too.

But when two hours had passed since the time you were expecting guests, your hopes were instantly shattered as reality slapped you in the face… No one was coming tonight.

A few hours passed by with Jacob still by your door. While he was waiting, he was already hatching up a backup plan that would hopefully salvage whatever was left of the night. As soon as the idea hit him, he heard you unlock the door. He immediately got up to his feet and knocked before entering, seeing you sitting at the edge of your bed looking like all the energy you had was sucked right out of you.

The image of your tear-stained cheeks along with your puffy eyes were now engraved in Jacob’s mind. If he had only one birthday wish to make for the rest of his life, it would be to never see you in such a sad state ever again.

He immediately sat beside you and pulled you in for a tight hug, before he could even apologize for not giving you the birthday he promised you kept your face buried in his chest, crying even harder than you did earlier. He hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you had no tears left to cry.

“C’mon, let’s get you comfy. I’ll make sure this will still be the best birthday ever okay?” He lifts your chin with his finger and kisses the tip of your nose.

Jacob helped you get out of your clothes, wiped the makeup off your face, and even prepared a nice warm bath for you. As soon as you got in the tub, he said to take your time relaxing. At first you were skeptical, but at this point you didn’t really care anymore and just listened to him.

Once you finished and got all dressed up in the comfiest pajamas you could find, you went out of your room to check on Jacob. Instead of the sorry sight of party streamers and balloons around your apartment, you were met with the most breathtaking pillow fort you had ever seen.

“Ta-da!” Jacob throws his hands up in the air, his smile beaming with warmth as you also see him wearing comfy pajamas.

“You- you did this for me?” You ask awestruck.

“Of course, gotta make sure this birthday is still a memorable one right?” Jacob replies.

“But what about-”

“Don’t even think about it, hon. Just sit down, pick your favorite movie, and let’s eat all the party favors and cuddle alright? What do you say?” Jacob lends his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You faintly smile, walking towards him as you go down and sit in-between his legs, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“So, are you up for another movie or do you wanna open gifts?” Jacob asks.

“Opening gifts sounds nice.” You gently say.

“Perfect! Let me get them now.” And safe to say, you did not expect Jacob to turn this simple moment into a funny one as he turns on an informercial voice every time he picks up a gift and hands it to you. Even just getting you to smile and giggle even just a little bit was enough for him.

“And lastly, we have a gift from a mister… Jacob Bae!” He shouts. “He’s got a great name, I think he might even be handsome too.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as you laugh. Jacob crawls next to you, crossing his legs as you subconsciously drape your legs on top of his lap.

“Here you go.” He smiles holding out his gift in front of you.

You almost feel the wind get knocked out of your lungs as soon as you unwrap the gift and open the box, finding an incredibly gorgeous necklace. Specifically the one you had wanted for the longest time.

“Jacob, this is beautiful thank you!” You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Only the best for my girl.” He whispers in your ear before pulling away to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Oh, almost forgot. I have one more gift for you.” He grins.

“One more? But the necklace is more than enough- ah!” You yelp in surprise as Jacob suddenly tackles you down, his body hovering above you as you look at him with widened eyes.

“This is my gift, twenty-two kisses for the twenty-two years you have been born on this earth.” Jacob leans down, the tip of his nose touching yours before giving you a peck on the lips.

“One.” He pecks your lips. “Two.” and again, “Three.” You’re both smiling and giggling like lovesick fools with every kiss he counts. But by the eleventh kiss, his small little pecks start to turn into deeper and longer ones.

Jacob adjusts himself between your legs, pulling you closer by the waist as his hands start to roam beneath your shirt. His warm hands caressing the sides of your body so carefully. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. You surprise him by cheekily slipping your tongue between his lips, making him whimper into your mouth.

He opens his mouth instantly, his tongue slowly intertwining with yours while each passing kiss becomes hot and heavy. You can feel him slowly melt into you, his body pressing against yours during this heated make out. You feel him getting hard against your core, slowly rolling his hips into you as he groans from the friction.

Jacob feels like he's on cloud-nine right now. He can’t recall any make out with you being this hot. And the way he could lightly smell the shampoo on your head and taste the sweet candy you just ate in your mouth? He could go on forever, breathing be damned. But before he could even take it a step further and run his hands beneath your pajama pants, you pull away from his lips.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines as you take note of his half-lidded eyes and cheeks all flushed out.

“That was twenty-two kisses Cob.” You laugh.

“No it wasn’t! We were still on the ninth.” Clearly, he was enjoying this gift he had given you.

You giggle and pull him down to give him a kiss. “Hm, don’t you think we should be getting to your next gift for me?” You look up at him teasingly.

“What gift? Oh- oh my god…” Jacob moans as you lift your hips to press your core against his bulge. “Yea-yeah I definitely have a gift for you right there.” He stutters, his breathing starting to become irregular.

And without warning, you manage to flip the two of you around, straddling his lap as he looks up at you with blown out lustful eyes. You lean down to kiss the space below his earlobe, making him groan in pleasure once again as his manhood twitches beneath you. You kiss it one more time before slowly whispering in his ear,

“Good, because I'd really like to play with my gift now. Want to join?”