#[ completely at random it landed in my lap]

[tojbnuy]

toji disciplining baby megs 😖🤏

toji was never usually the one disciplining his son. he did the ‘eat your veggies’ and ‘inside voices only please’ and that was about it. you were more the type to teach megumi to share with his classmates and not speak over others, you may not have given birth to the boy but you loved and cared for him so deeply these things came naturally. and so tonight toji was surprised when he had spotted little megumi waddle into the living room and demand you charge his tablet for him. toji watched from his seat at the dinner table, slurping his noodles as he took in your gentle voice explaining to megumi that it was bedtime and his tablet time was over.

“no mama i want to play the game” megumi kept repeating, his voice gradually getting louder as he spoke over you. he listened as you tried to get another sentence in when suddenly you yelped out in pain and toji realised megumi had thrown his tablet and it had landed on your knuckles. the little boy’s eyes were still full of determination, unknowing of the pain he had caused you until he heard his father shout his name.

“get over here.” toji called out, watching as megumi’s tiny face was struck with a look of shock. he toddled his way over to his dad, hands gripped infront of his little protruding belly.

“did you just hit mama?”

“i just wanted to play my game!” little gumi answered. he had never heard his dad shout like this at him, he didn’t even mean to do it!

“go and say sorry you’re so naughty i can’t believe it.”

that was enough to have little megumi break into tears. his podgy hands digging into his eyes as the tears continued to fall. his dad thought he was naughty?

“go NOW” and toji watched as his son made his way over to you practically choking on his tears as he gasped out multiple ‘sorry’s’ and ‘love you mama’s. he took in your gentle hands caressing the top of megumis black hair and rubbing his back while he cried and cried.

a few minutes passed and toji had warmed up some chocolate milk for his son. he plopped himself into the gap on the couch by your side letting out a long sigh at the heat radiating off your body. megumi had his head safely tucked into your neck refusing to look at his dad as he made little hiccuping sounds.

“cmon buddy i need to talk to you. want some milk?”

and with a little encouragement from you megumi crawled into his father’s lap. toji found his own heart hurting at the tear stricken look on his sons face.

“sorry for shouting at you megs but remember we aren’t allowed to hit girls especially not mama. me and you are meant to protect mama yeah?”

“i’m sorry i won’t do it again” gumi said in his tiny voice as he cuddled up closer into his dad’s side.

“you’re a great dad.” you whispered whilst leaving soft kisses on tojis bicep and tickling megumi’s little toes. he wiped at the remaining tears left on gumis eyelashes thinking about what you said. if an angel like you saw good in him then maybe he was doing something right.

author’s note : this is so completely random i just couldn’t stop thinking about toji cuddling his little baby 🤏 apologies for any mistakes i wrote this on the train lolz

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what 2 am with them looks like

seventeen × gn reader comfort, healing (kinda, idk) warnings: mentions of making love, food wc: 1.3k author's notes: this was a random thought, and has been in my drafts for so long, so i decided i had to complete it. writing this gave me a peace i didn't know existed, so i love this work very much. i hope you guys love it too <3

➼ choi seungcheol

in bed. he's probably fucking you into the next week, making you cum at least 5 times before he kisses you gently and washes you up and prepares to sleep. if not this, then you're probably on your side of the bed. the other side of the bed remains empty, because your cuddly clingy boyfriend is wrapped around you, strong arms trapping your movements and legs tangled together.

➼ yoon jeonghan

dumb conversations. lying in bed, your head resting on his arm, your arm wrapped around his torso that shakes with the laughter. it's probably one of your lame jokes that only he finds funny, or one of his hilarious stories about seungkwan and chan, but it's got you both clutching your stomachs after a while. he pulls you close with his arm that's under your head and presses a light kiss to your forehead before finding another interesting topic. when do you sleep that night, that's a question you both have no answer for.

➼ hong jisoo

deep conversations. you're both sitting in your bedroom, hugging pillows as you slip into deep conversations about the universe and your future. you aren't sure how you got here, you were in your bed to sleep one moment and in the next, you're both sitting as you talk about your wedding and your house and the stars and the moon and his mom and his job; the conversation flows easily into the next topic. he only stops when he sees you suppress a yawn for the 3rd time before kissing you and suggesting you both go to sleep.

➼ moon junhui

watching cat videos. it all started a few hours ago, with you and jun on either side of the bed, scrolling through phones. you roll over to him, perfectly landing your head on his chest as you show him your screen. "look junie," you said as you shoved the phone into his face. he chuckles before holding your hand and focusing on the video of an orange cat tripping over it's own feet. he laughs watching it, and it ends up in you lying on his chest as you both watched every single cat video available on the earth. your laughs filled the room and tears filled your eyes, but it felt so good, spending time doing silly things like this.

➼ kwon soonyoung

passive watching soap operas. its the time of calm and quiet after the rush of the day, so when you turn on the tv after dinner, you stay like that until late hours. except the focus has moved from the drama on the tv to drama from work. from sitting at the ends of the couch, you end up tangled somehow - his head resting on your lap or him sitting on the floor, hands held with yours. the tv drones on at a low volume, but by then you've both shared all the tea from your work and are giggling over the littlest of things. in the morning, you're both probably on the floor, one of the cushions as a pillow and keeping warm by hugging each other.

➼ jeon wonwoo

playing games. after much practice and pain, you'd finally gotten better at the games wonwoo often played. most nights you'd be a team going against your other friends, but sometimes you prefer to play against him. and when that happens, it ends in either of the two ways: you're winning and start shaking your hips, or he's winning and decides to deliberately lose to help you win. either way, he wants to see your happy lil dance.

➼ lee jihoon

in his studio. jihoon's seated in his studio, working on a new track. when you arrive, he immediately pulls you to him, making you sit on his lap as he hands you his headphones. you look at him, confused, but wear them anyway and listen as he plays the track he was just working on. as you fall deeper into the melody of the song, he grips your hips in anticipation. it was a song to you, from him, containing the most heartfelt emotions he'd felt for you, but couldn't communicate properly. so he decided to put them into a song, a language he speaks so well and one that you understand.

➼ lee seokmin

having breakfast cereal. you'd gone through great lengths to find and buy the brand of cereal you both highly enjoyed. so now that you have it, why wait for the morning? when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, anxious and groggy about your reaction, he'd worried you'd judge him. but maybe it's the sleepiness hanging in his mind that he forgot you both basically share the same braincell. so the next minute you're stumbling into the kitchen, looking for bowls and cartons and giggling over spilling milk and noisy spoons. by the time you're done, your stomach's filled with food and heart's filled with love.

➼ kim mingyu

moments of soft intimacy. the evening goes by peacefully: you both come home, tired and exhausted; have a silent dinner mingyu lovingly prepared and talk about work; after some leftover work you both head to bed. but slowly, the stroke on the cheek becomes kissing, drawing shapes on your back as you kiss and nip at the base of his neck. mingyu's vulnerable now, only with you, but neither of you are in a rush to haste. his hands cup over your ass and thighs; your hands are braided in his hair. his palms knead the flesh of your breasts; your fingers gently brush across his chest and abs. whether or not you make love comes later, but you sleep peacefully in each other's embrace.

➼ xu minghao

sky-watching. when you poke him awake, he's definitely concerned, but the first thought that pops to his head when you say you cant sleep is to go sit in the balcony. so now, at 2 am, you're in the balcony, a cup of warm tea in your hands and xu minghao at your side. its silent, but its a comfortable silence that wraps around you like a blanket, and warmed up by the tea he specially made for you. and although for others, the silence might seem awkward, minghao knows that this is exactly what you need to escape from the thoughts racing around in your mind.

➼ boo seungkwan

late night walks. seungkwan's energy peaks after he comes home and sees you, so walks to tire you both out becomes a staple in the routine. youre walking the streets in matching hoodies (that's because you take one of his) and even in the cold, he makes it a habit to hold your hand in his. you wander through new streets every night, discovering new neighbourhoods, having a quick snack from the convenience store, and usually stumble over a park or play area. you can feel seungkwan's eyes light up and the next thing you know, youre on the swings, side-by-side. with the little squeeze of your hand, he lets you know he's ready to go back.

➼ chwe hansol

watching a movie. to hansol, any logical being would be asleep at this hour. (un)fortunately for him, you weren't as logical as he thought. but maybe he enjoys it because why else would he allow you to keep him awake at this ungodly hour, watching 'Tangled' for the twentieth time now? all frowns erase the moment he sees pascal on the screen, and a smile places itself. he becomes so engrossed in the movie he doesn't even notice that you'd fallen asleep about halfway through the movie. when he does notice tho, he silently closes the laptop and places it away, before slipping back into the bed to get his precious sleep.

➼ lee chan

listening to him talk. chan loves to talk, and you love to listen to him talk. while mostly by this time you're both dead asleep, sometimes you end up in the balcony, the wind playfully ruffling his hair as he goes on and on about something he's so so passionate about. it could be the most trivial things, but the way his eyes go wide as he's expressing his emotions and the way they catch the moonlight in them like little stars. you're gonna be pretty tired the next morning, but when chan's with you, you couldn't care less.

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[obsessedelusional]

the prettiest girl in the room (smut)

paring ↬ Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary ↬ You shared a secret relationship with Eddie, if that’s what you could even consider it. You wished for more but never could bring yourself to tell Eddie this. What happens when your at a party and he gets dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room?

word count ↬ almost 3k

a/n: felt inspired to write for my pookie eddie munson again.. I will cherish this man till the day I die luv uuuuuu

reblogs & feedback appreciated ♡

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Eddie responds, sitting back in the couch with his legs spread waiting for his dare. You watch him smiling at his cocky grin towards the random freshman that chose him for truth or dare. Eddie would undoubtedly answer any question or complete any dare thrown his way.

“I dare you to…” The freshman’s voice fades as he looks around the room, trying to think of how to finish his sentence. Eddie only laughs in response, making a joke about finishing his dare sometime today.

Everyone is laughing but you, eyes still on Eddie. Your lips press to your solo cup, taking a sip of the drink someone mixed for you. Your thoughts are else where, the way Eddie is sat reminds you of the night before. When you were sat in his lap, riding his cock. His lips pressed to your chest, leaving marks that are still there. Hidden under your bra.

The freshman takes too long, to the point others begin to suggest dares for Eddie. He still hasn’t looked at you, and maybe that’s entirely your own fault. The two of you have been dating secretly for a few months now. He was the one to offer the secrecy to you, as an attempt to keep your perfect reputation. At first you thought it would be a one time thing so you agreed. Nothing more than a meaningless drunken hook up but after that he had you hooked. You kept coming back for more, until it became a nearly daily occurrence.

The talk of what you two were never to be had. Feelings growing on both sides, and now here you are. At a party tipsier than you should be. You stopped keeping count a while ago. Staring at him with fuck me eyes, too drunk to care who’s watching. You two exchanged a few smiles, brief conversations as if you two were nothing more than acquaintances. Which upset you but at the end of the day it’s your fault for making Eddie feel like he needed to be a secret in the first place.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” The freshman finally speaks, louder than everyone in the room. Shutting everyone up as they watch in anticipation of who he will choose.

You too are watching the only difference is your eyes haven’t left Eddie all night. His eyes scan the room, playfully looking at all the different girls. Finally his eyes land on yours, only stopping for a moment before moving on. Your heart is broken, begging for you to leave the room. In one swift moment he stands up and walks across the room, away from you. Of all the people he could kiss right now, he chooses the worst possible choice. His ex.

Can’t bring your self to watch, looking down at your cup. Your eyes finally leaving the man you’ve been secretly dating for months now. As people begin to cheer and laugh at the kiss shared between ex lovers. Eddie pulls away, viewers chanting for more.

“Nah I did my dare, I’m done. Who’s next?” He chuckles as he plops down onto the couch where he was previously sitting.

The game continues on like you didn’t just witness the man you’ve grown to care for, maybe even love kiss his ex. You’re a mixture of anger and sadness but self aware enough to know that this is your own doing. It’s all too much so without announcing your departure, you stand up and walk through the crowded room. You finish off your drink, throw away the evidence and make an attempt to leave the party.

Realizing that you’re entirely fucked, no way to leave. Your home too far to walk, your ride somewhere in the party with absolutely no intention of leaving any time soon. Annoyed because you only came with your friend because you knew Eddie would be here, hoping that you showing up would have ended differently.

A frustrated sigh leaves your mouth as you head outside anyways. Deciding to take a moment to breathe before heading back into the party. Thanking whoever’s listening when you walk out side to an empty porch. Sitting down on the steps, looking out at the silent road filled with unfamiliar houses. A few cars drive by as time passes.

You sit there staring and thinking about how you ended up here. Alone but having a secret relationship, with a man you’ve grown to love. Not even entirely sure if his feelings are mutual. You’ve been spending so much time with him. Most if not all instances leading to sex. Even when you two aren’t fucking, there’s a connection. You’ve spent more time at his trailer than your own home in that last month. He makes you so happy, quickly become the person you run to when you need anything. Doing everything a relationship entails without labeling it.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and that oh so familiar scent of cigarettes, weed and his cheap cologne you’ve grown to love. Your eyes stay down, looking at your fingers that fiddle with anxiety as he sits next to you.

“I was looking for you.” He speaks, facing you.

“I just needed some air.” You whisper, avoiding eye contact but Eddie knows better. Knows that you’re upset at the kiss and too stubborn to admit that.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, touching your chin and tugging at your face to look at him. You didn’t even realize you were crying, so you wipe away the tears. As a sad attempt to mask your pain. Mentally noting that you had too much to drink as you plaster a fake smile on your lips.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s probably cause I’m so drunk.” You force a laugh, wiping away at the remaining tears. Eddie doesn’t laugh and obviously doesn’t buy your excuse.

“Is this because I kissed her and not you?” He questions, and your smile fades as you nod your head in response.

“I didn’t want to kiss her. I just about puked as I did it. Was so close to blowing chunks all over her.” He admits, letting him self laugh at the thought causing you to feel a little better.

“I wanted to kiss you, only you. I just wasn’t sure if you would have been okay with that.. considering we’re just kinda hooking up or whatever this is. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with such a public display of affection.” He further explains, all anger you had dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I wouldn’t have been uncomfortable.” You respond.

“Also was afraid once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’ve been watching you all night, staring at me with those eyes. Like you want me to drag you upstairs to an empty room and fuck you. Been walking around with a hard on all night, waiting till we can be alone.” He lets out a sheepish laugh, adjusting him self as your eyes are wide. You’ve been with a few partners before, none of which had such a dirty mouth as Eddie. Constantly out doing himself on the naughty words that leave his mouth.

“I was not staring at you like that.” You lie, grinning playfully swatting his shoulder. His laugh only grows, throwing his arm around you. You rest your tired drunken head, into his embrace.

“You’re a shit liar. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I don’t want to this.. us to be a secret anymore.” You admit, looking up at him while his arm is still stretched over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks as he looks down on you.

“Yeah. I want to be the prettiest girl in the room.” You say with no filter. Admitting your drunken insecurities outloud, cringing as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“You are always the prettiest girl in any room. Only now you’ll be my prettiest girl, okay?” He says pressing a simple sweet kiss to your forehead. You nod in response, the biggest grin plastered on your face as if you weren’t sobbing moments ago.

“I think I need to fuck you so good that you forget about that kiss.” He whispers, his lips only a few inches away from yours.

“I think so too.” You say, before closing the distance. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. His lips move with yours, as your hands find the back of his neck pulling him closer. Without thinking about it you slowly lower the two of you until he’s on top of you. Smiling and lettting out a giggle into the kiss as your back hits the cold wet wood of the porch.

“What’s so funny?” He pulls away, just enough to break the kiss.

“The way I was about ready to let you have your way with me outside on this porch. Can we go somewhere else?” You ask, looking up at him while he’s staring at your lips.

He rolls his eyes, getting up off you and standing up. Eddie reaches his hand out to which you take letting him help you up. He leads you back into the house, through the crowd of people. You’re too busy watching the man you’re with to notice the stares. Your man.

He leads you up some stairs, pushing through several people waiting for the restroom to a dark empty bedroom. He pushes you inside, following closely behind. While you take a few steps in he locks the door. When you turn to face him he’s already standing near you, looking down on you.

“How’d I get so lucky?” Eddie says as pulls you closer, his arms find their way to under your thighs. Picking you up in one swift motion.

“So fucking beautiful and all mine.” He gently sets you on the bed, never letting go. He’s on top of you, looking at you with so much more than just lust.

“All yours.” You respond, your hands already working on taking his shirt off.

“So eager.” He laughs, pulling it off the rest of the way.

You watch in anticipation as he undresses himself. Once he’s full naked and ready, he’s tugging at your pants. You lift your hips to help him as he slips them off. After a few moments you’re both naked and he’s dropping to his knees. His arms under your legs pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His face a few inches away from your glistening cunt.

“I love the way you’re always so ready for me. Always so wet.” He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh.

Without hesitation his mouth dips into your folds, finding your most sensitive spot. Kissing it lightly before applying more pressure. Your hand find his hair, your hips tighten as your mouth lets sweet moans leave it. Letting him know he’s doing a good job. His tongue plays with your clit, as his finger slips into your hole. A loud moan leaves your mouth at the new sensation.

He continues, his motivation is the sinful sounds that come from your lips. He hears you say more somewhere in the mix of moans and curse words. So he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. His mouth still tactfully working on your bud. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to get you to your climax. The squeezing of your walls, lets him know you are close.

“Don’t stop.” You mutter pulling on his hair, as an attempt to pull him closer. Your hips moving with his face, nearly riding it in an attempt to finish. Eddie moves faster, just enough to cause you to come undone. Releasing all over his fingers. He slows his movements until they come to a halt as he pulls away.

“You always taste so good. Do you wanna taste?” He ask as he stands up, his two fingers finding their way to your mouth.You nod yes in response, opening your mouth enough so he can set them on your tongue. You taste yourself while never breaking eye contact even when he pulls them from your mouth.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl.” Eddie groans, pulling you back to the edge of the bed.

He raises one of your legs with one hand, the other hand aligning his cock to your hole. As he slowly, inch by inch fills you up he’s grabbing your other leg. Both of them in the air and supported by Eddie as he bottoms out inside of you. You whimper at the stretch and the feeling of being full. His hips start to move, slow motions as he fucks you. Painfully slow, you need more.

It’s like he can read your minds because before you can ask, he’s pounding into you at a brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess under him, your legs being pushed wider as he fucks you harder. The only sounds is your moans, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping. Your pussy is so wet it’s loud as he goes in and out of you. The muffled sounds of the party down stairs is barley heard theough the door. Everyone upstairs can most certainly hear but in the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, you take me so good. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” He stammers as he attempts to talk while sinking in and out of your wet, warm core.

He continues to speak his mind, letting all his thoughts flow out without a filter. His movements never stop, desperate to please you and please himself in the process. He’s pushing you deeper into the bed with every single thrust. Your hands find their way to his back, as he pressed himself closer to you. Kissing you hungrily as his hips continue to roll into you. Your hands scratch into his back, leaving marks in their tracks. He groans as a response, into your lips as you two kiss.

You start to feel that familiar coiling tension. Your fluttering walls let Eddie know that you’re coming close to your climax. He continues the same pace, pulling his face away from yours so he can watch you come undone. His favorite thing to witness and be the cause of. Your back arches as the tensions finally snaps. Your walks tighten as you come all over his cock.

Which is enough to push him over the edge, he pulls himself out leaving you empty. Without missing a beat he grips his dick, pumping it roughly. Allowing himself to finish on your stomach. When he’s done, he’s pressing a sweet breathy kiss to your lips before stumbling around in the dark to find something to clean up the mess he made.You lay there for a moment before feeling him wipe you clean. When he’s sure as he can be that he got it all, he throws it across the room.

“Eddie you can’t just..” Your own words cut off as you start to wonder whose room you two just fucked in.

“Whose room is this?” You question as he helps you get dressed again. As he pulls your shirt down over your head, he’s laughing.

“Jason Carvers.” He speaks, you look around for the first time and it’s most definitely a basketball players room.

“You didn’t.. we didn’t.” You reply, suddenly in a hurry to get dressed and back to the party. Moving his hands off you so he can get himself dressed.

“We did.” He grins, pulling his jeans on.

“Eddie..” You groan his name out but it doesn’t last long. His smile bringing you to smile.

Once you’re both dressed, he’s pressing another kiss to your lips. He grabs your hand and gently leads you out of the bedroom, praying that no one is sober enough to remember Eddie and you going into Jason’s room. Only to met with several pairs of eyes, not so silently watching and judging you. Eddie doesn’t seem to care, so you pretend to not notice. Following him back downstairs, to the couch where he was sat early.

“Eddie.. I want to go to yours. Can we leave?” You say stopping him before he can take a seat.

“Give me like thirty minutes to sober up. I’m not nearly as intoxicated as you are…” He teases.

“But I did drink a little bit. We can leave soon, okay?” He says as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. You have the cheesiest smile plastered on your lips. He’s acting as if it’s just another day, like this is a totally normal occurrence between the two of you. Like everyone in this room didn’t just watch him kiss his ex as a dare.

“Okay.” You nod, that smile still shining.

“You’re so cute and so drunk.” He whispers softly, his lips inches away from yours.

“And?” You question.

“And you’re so mine.” He says matter of factly.

“And?” You question again, eyes brows raised. Knowing what your tipsy self wants to hear. As you smile waiting, he looks lost but you see it click in his eyes before he rolls them.

“And you’re the prettiest girl in the room.” He lets out a soft chuckle before kissing you unapologetically. You kiss him back, drunkenly unaware of the eyes on you two and the gossip beginning to spread around the two of you. Nothing could ruin this moment for you.

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lipstick kisses 𖦹 LN4

part 3 of dog dad lando series

PAIRING: lando norris x female!reader

SUMMARY: you would always get random cuteness aggression towards thor, but today, you might have smothered him too much, causing him to have lipstick kisses all over his face.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i wanted to post this first before i post the requests. if you have some request/prompts, feel free to send it and i’ll work on it. this is another one shot to the dog dad lando series, hope you’ll enjoy this one! :)

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, cuteness aggression, all photos are grabbed from pinterest, and no use of y/n

The sound of your laptop closing echoed in the quiet apartment as you stretched, with your muscles relaxing after hours of your online meeting. It has been a very long day, but finally, you can unwind. With a sigh of content, you got up from your seat and changed from your formal attire to some comfortable clothes, which is one of Lando’s white shirts and some shorts. You quickly made your way to the living room, threw yourself on the couch and grabbing the remote, scrolling through Netflix until you landed on The Crown—your latest hyper fixation calling out for your name, and with Lando busy doing a stream with Max, the living room was yours.

Settling into the couch, you pulled a blanket over your lap, getting ready to immerse yourself in the drama unfolding on the screen. The room was dim, illuminated by the light from the lamp and the flickering light of the television. Not long after, Thor padded into the room, his fluffy white fur practically glowing in the low light. He jumped up onto the couch beside you, his big round eyes staring up at you as if asking to join in on your little Netflix binge.

You smiled, absentmindedly running your fingers through Thor’s soft fur while you kept your eyes glued on the screen. “Hey, buddy,” you whispered, feeling a wave of affection wash over you.

Your petting became more deliberate, and the next thing you knew, Thor was already nestled on your lap, gazing up at you with those impossibly cute eyes. Suddenly, you felt that all-too-familiar rush of cuteness aggression. The kind that made you want to squeal and squish something so adorable that it hurts.

“You’re just too cute, Thor,” you cooed, your voice rising an octave. You leaned down and began planting kisses all over his fluffy face. “How are you this stinkin’ cute?!” Another kiss. “How is this even allowed?” And another kiss. You were completely absorbed in showering your baby with affection, blissfully unaware of anything else.

Meanwhile, Lando had quietly stepped out of his streaming room for a quick break, intending to grab one of his drinks from the kitchen. As he walked towards the kitchen, he immediately paused when he caught sight of you on the couch. His lips quirking up in amusement, eyes sparkling as he took in the scene. There you were, in your mid-cuteness aggression, holding Thor and peppering him with kisses like you couldn’t help yourself.

Lando chuckled softly to himself, careful not to make any noise that would let you know of his presence. Instead of interrupting, he pulled out his phone and discreetly filmed the moment, capturing how you lovingly attack Thor with your kisses. Once he had enough footage, he saved it, already planning to post it on his Instagram story later. With a smirk, he quickly grabbed his drink and slipped back into his streaming room, shaking his head as he settled back into his gaming chair.

“You guys won’t believe what I just saw,” Lando said with a laugh, speaking to his chat. “She’s having a full-on cuteness meltdown over Thor in the living room. I’m pretty sure Thor’s drowning in kisses right now.”

Meanwhile, back in the living room, you finally pull away from Thor, your cuteness aggression fading as you let out a satisfied sigh. Thor jumped off from your lap, ready to do his own thing, and as you turned back to the screen, something caught your eye. You squinted at Thor’s fluffy white face. Lipstick marks. Everywhere. You burst out laughing at the result of your cuteness aggression, unable to control the giggles as you realized what you had done.

“Oh no, Thor!” You exclaimed, wiping away tears of laughter. You reached for the pet wipes on Thor’s cabinet of necessities. “Come back here! I need to clean you up, my love.” But before you could grab him, Thor was already scampering off—straight towards Lando’s streaming room.

“Thor!” You called, but he was too fast, already gone. You could only shake your head, stifling another round of laughter as you imagined Lando’s reaction when he saw Thor covered in your lipstick.

The sound of your voice calling for Thor grew closer just as he dashed into Lando’s streaming room, leaping onto Lando’s lap like it was his favorite spot in the world. Lando blinked in surprise, pulling his headphones slightly away from his ears and glancing down at Thor, now comfortably settled in his lap.

“Mate, what—?” Lando started, then burst out laughing as he finally took in Thor’s appearance. The once pristine, white snow fluff was now covered in your lipstick marks, a splotchy red all over his cute little face. Lando leaned forward to show Thor to his stream, his grin widening.

“Guys, look at this!” He chuckled, turning Thor toward the camera so everyone could see the incredible masterpiece. “Thor’s just been absolutely smothered by kisses. Someone’s been a little too affectionate.”

His chat immediately blew up with laughing emojis, hearts, and comments, with people demanding a closer look. Lando quickly grabbed his phone and took a photo, smiling as he saved it. He turned his attention back to the stream, about to read one of the chats, when he heard your voice calling out for This again from the hallway.

“Thor! Where are you? Get back here right now, I need to clean you up.”

Lando smirked, lifting Thor a little higher. “Looks like someone’s in trouble,” he said playfully to his audience, giving Thor a conspiratorial glance. “Running away from mummy again, huh? You sneaky sneaky little boy.”

Just as you stepped into the room, Lando shifted in his chair, still holding Thor in his lap. You stopped at the doorway, a sheepish smile on your face as you met Lando’s amused eyes. “He ran away,” you said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as you grinned. “I need to clean him up before he gets lipstick all over the place, especially on our white couch.”

Lando laughed, scooping Thor up and holding him out toward you as if presenting a prized trophy. “You’ve made quite the mess on him,” he teased. “I was just showing everyone your handiwork.”

You sighed dramatically, walking over to take Thor from Lando’s arms. “Sorry, love, I just got carried away,” you sheepishly smiled. “I couldn’t help it. He’s just too cute.”

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Carried away? Babe, you practically covered the poor guy in kisses. He’s never going to live this down now,” he joked, gesturing to the chat that was still buzzing with laughter.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you bent down to scoop up Thor. “Come on, little troublemaker. Time to clean you up before you end up on Instagram again.”

Lando’s fans greeted you warmly as you appeared on the stream, and you waved at the camera with a smile. “Hello everyone! Hi, Max!” You said, catching sight of Max’s face in the corner of the stream.

Max grinned. “Oh hey, look who it is! Caught you in the act, huh?” He teased, leaning closer to his screen. “You know, I think Lando’s just jealous. He never gets that many kisses.”

Lando feigned shock, gasping dramatically. “Max! That’s not true! I always get plenty of kisses, thank you very much.”

You shook your head with a laugh, wiping the lipstick marks off Thor’s face. “Well, if he doesn’t stop teasing me, Thor might just get more than him from now on!”

The chat exploded with laughing emojis and comments again, with Max laughing in the background while Lando pretended to sulk. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own girlfriend and dog,” Lando muttered, but his smile betrayed his amusement.

Once Thor was all cleaned up, you gave him a final kiss on the top of his head—much to Lando’s fake protest—and set Thor back on the floor. “There, all better. No more lipstick adventures for you,” you said, watching as Thor trotted off, likely planning his next trouble.

Lando’s eyes followed Thor, then flickered back to you with a fond smile. “You’re the best, you know that?” He said softly, barely loud enough for the mic to pick up, but it was enough to make your heart flutter.

You shot him a wink and gave him a soft peck on the lips before backing out of the room. “Have fun with your stream. Don’t let Thor distract you again!” You called over your shoulder, leaving Lando grinning as he returned to his stream.

“Sorry, guys. Where were we? Oh, right. Max, let’s go.”

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landonorris my girl suffered from cuteness aggression. what have you done to our son 🙂‍↕️ but don’t worry guys, he’s all good

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landonorris he looked so traumatized by your cuteness aggression, love

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username10 STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

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[sunshineandspencer]

Jogging

A/N: I’ve discovered that I, actually, despise angst. I hate reading it and I hate writing it, unless specifically asked for, my brain thinks only happy thoughts. On an unrelated note, I’m also a very emotional person and perhaps angst sets off my severe second-hand embarrassment and I’ve never finished an angst fic. So, from that unrelated note, have a finished fluffy fic :) 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Aaron is incredibly attractive at the best of times, but put him in sports gear and it’s like flies to honey. Which is an excellent cultivator of jealousy for his jogging partner, until she overhears him talking to another woman.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kind of established relationship (you’ll see)

I have redone the form for the taglist now that I’m apparently expanding from Criminal Minds

Going for a morning run with her more-than-a-friend-but-not-quite-labelled man, was fun. Aaron taught her some proper techniques, and she got a kiss whenever they completed a lap.

There is an issue, unfortunately, and it’s one she’s desperately trying not to blow out of proportion.

Aaron is attractive, devastatingly so, and because he occasionally runs ahead to finish a lap and wait for her to arrive so that he can greet her with a kiss, people don’t always know that they’re out together. Added with him in those damn workout clothes - that she would burn if she weren’t mentally stable - it’s no surprise to her anymore to see women jogging up to him.

They’re almost always gone by the time she makes it over to Aaron, who kisses her and immediately moves on to their next lap. She tries hard not to let the clawing jealousy show.

Due to JAck, and both of them agreeing not to move too quickly so that they don’t confuse him, they’d just decided on not labelling anything yet. So she isn’t really anything official to him, and can’t do all the things her jealous mind screams at her to do.

Like today, for example, Aaron had pressed a kiss to her cheek and sped up to get to the end of their lap. 

The minute he’s not beside another woman, someone else runs up to him.

She hears the fading introduction of “hi, I’m Beth, I see you around here pretty often” and her stomach clenches.

Once again, her pretty, not-boyfriend is getting hit on by a woman who can actually keep his pace. She hates it, and hates the burning hole in her chest even more.

Deciding, this time, she would actually speed up and join the conversation. Which will ultimately be worth the burst lungs and exertion-flushed face. Until she turns the corner and sees them still talking, any semblance of confidence withers.

When she hears her name on his lips, however, she dives behind the nearest tree. Realising he just gestured to where she should be coming from, and hoping neither of them had seen her practically rush for cover to avoid being seen. Pressing her back to the bark of the tree and listening closely to the conversation.

“-out with my girlfriend, actually, we run together.”

If she weren’t hiding behind a tree, from a random woman and the man that just called her his girlfriend, she’d be doing a happy dance by now. Choosing to press her hands to her chest as the burning hole closed up, victoriously grinning as ‘Beth’ jogged on feeling pretty dejected.

Once sure that Beth was gone, she turned to place her hands on the tree, bracing herself to look around it to try and spot Aaron, that daft smile still on her face. But he wasn’t there, and that observation came with a pair of hands landing on her hips and making her jump and spin around. Meeting Aaron’s smug grin as he gently pinned her to the tree by her hips.

“Are you spying on me now?”

Refusing to meet his gaze, she started looking all around them - as if searching for someone, and that only made his stupid grin wider.

“Should be careful Hotchner, wouldn’t want that girlfriend you mentioned to catch you pinning a girl to a tree.”

“Oh?” Knowing she’d heard, he now has no plans to try and keep up the facade that he hasn’t wanted her, officially, for weeks now. “And do you think she’d be upset if I kissed the woman I pinned to a tree?”

Giving a dramatic gasp, she used it to breathe in fully to answer, realising that her lungs aren’t really cooperating with her right now. And he used that as his chance to lean down to kiss her, loving the sparky feeling he gets from her every time. Siling against her lips as she melted against him.

Pulling back with a soft nip to her lips that had her chasing after him. Before realising what she was doing and resting back against the tree, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting what he wanted.

“I think she’d definitely hate the thought of you doing that to anyone else.”

“Ah, so she gets jealous?”

As if she were caught out, her eyes darted away from his as she pouted - from a profiling perspective, she really does have cute tells when she’s been caught - tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“She pleads the fifth.”

Thankfully, as she knows he actually loves any jokes that relate to his time as a lawyer, he laughs, leaning down to kiss her again, hand trailing away from her hip to lace their fingers together. Pulling back with a soft hum and another soft peck.

Swiping his thumb across her knuckles as he waited for her to open her eyes again, loving the little flush speckled across her features that obscured her freckles.

“Will she forgive me if I take her to get ice cream?”

“Definitely.”

Tugging her away from the tree, he brushes the flakes of bark from her hair and clothes, spending a little too much time ‘brushing off’ whatever was on her ass, until she smacks his hand away with a laugh. Leading the two of them back towards the car, deliberating what kind of ice cream ‘his girlfriend’ would like the most.

But as they get in, he gives her another smile and laces their hands over the centre console.

“You do know I’m calling you my girlfriend, right?”

Shaking her head, she leant in to kiss him again, pulling away to pat his cheek lightly. 

“Didn’t need to be a profiler for that one, love.”

“Oh, so you’re a profiler now?”

“Best watch it, I’m coming for your job next.

Laughing, he lets go of her hand to start up the car, already knowing exactly which ice cream place they were going to - and exactly what she would order. Not that she’s predictable in the slightest, but she always orders the exact same thing.

“First my heart, now my job? At this rate you’ll have my house by the end of the week.”

“That’s the plan!”

He’s going to marry this goddamn woman.

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[cybergirrll]

coming home

hamzah x reader (fluff)

hey guys!! this is my first little one shot on here (sorry it’s so short😮) i used to write for someone else but kinda stopped doing that a while ago. i love writing tho and i noticed the lack of hamzah fics soo here we are!! enjoooy

the soft sound of rain pattered on the dark windows as you slowly creaked open your apartment door. the living room was empty and quiet. hamzah’s cat red jumped off of the kitchen counter and trotted over to you, purring as she rubbed against your legs. you squatted down to pet her, smiling softly.

the warm, diffused glow the few lamps in the living room emitted washed a sense of calmness over you, a relief from the bright fluorescent office lights you sat under all day. your head hurt from computer screens, deadlines, and annoying co workers. you just wanted to see your boyfriend.

“where’s your dad, huh?” you cooed softly to red, giving her one last pat before you stood up, placing your bag on the counter before making your way into the bedroom.

hamzah was sitting at his desk, his curls messy, sweater a grey-ish blue matching the light that reflected off of his glasses. his brow was furrowed, focused on the email he was typing, faint muffled music sounding from his headphones. you smirked, slowly creeping up behind him.

he nearly jumped out of his chair when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, your laughter muffled against the soft cotton of his sweatshirt. “jesus,” he whispered, taking his headphones off.

“hi.”

“that scared me. i almost passed out.”

“don’t be dramatic.”

you glanced at his screen and realized he was in fact not writing an email, but grinding away on level 50 of some random typing game. “working hard on that?”

he chuckled, prying him off of you so he could spin his chair around, sitting you on his lap all in one swift motion. “yeah, i was gonna impress you with my awesome typing skills. i was bored, i missed you.” he smiled, brown eyes dark and sweet in the ambient lighting.

you gave him a quick kiss, a hand tangled in his curls as he spun the chair back around, facing his desk. blue jumped up onto the desk, a paw landing on the keyboard, unpausing the game and filling the type bar with a slew of jumbled letters. a big red x popped up on the screen, with an option to restart the level.

“are you kidding me…” hamzah groaned, picking up blue with one hand and giving him an angry kiss before setting him on the floor. you grinned, laying your head against his chest.

hamzah kissed your forehead. “how was your day?” his voice held a tone of sweet adoration to it now, slipping strands of your hair in between his fingers and watching as they slipped out of his grip and cascaded back onto your shoulder. he gently swept away your bangs so he could see your eyes better. “it was okay. stressful,” you mumbled, feeling safe and content.

“yeah? wanna talk about it?”

“not really, i just wanna be with you.”

“alright. yeah. that’s okay.”

hamzah smiled, still completely not over the fact you loved him, he didn’t think he would ever be.

rain torrented down on the window at a fast pace now, a pumpkin candle on the nightstand flickered and reflected onto the window, revealing the droplets of water against the dark night sky. red was asleep on the foot of the bed now as blue swatted at something invisible on the floor.

you felt completely at peace now that you were home.

[riki-riks-chick]

I have a really big hard thought, like imagine being at a party with your friends Heeseung and Jake while you see your ex-boyfriend kissing another girl, you start to feel bad and Heeseung and Jake get jealous and decide to treat you like you deserve it taking you to their place to make you scream their names and both of them overstimulating you at the point you cry for it. If you can write something like this would be the end of me

Also I would like to be 🌪 anon

Life Of The Party ┃L.HS & S.JY

jake and heeseung x reader

yn focuses more on her ex than hs and jy so they give her something better to focus on.

cw: smut! fingering, pussy eating, dirty talk, jealousy (slight), crying, dacryphillia, swearing, threesome, kissing (mxm and fxm), neck kissing/marking, overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, doggy style, missionary, parties, getting over a breakup, nipple/tit sucking, clit play, pleasurable torture, i think that's it

wdct: 3.6k

ty for the request this is the longest one yet 😁

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Third Person POV~

Being single seems to have given you more freedom. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and then you kicked him out of your apartment. You'd be lying if you said breaking up with him wasn't painful. Two years down the drain because your boyfriend cheated with some random girl. 

But you've sort of moved on.. You spend more time with your friends.. They make you happy, but part of you wants another relationship.

Your two closest friends, Jake and Heeseung, invited you to come with them to a party tonight. So you got ready and they came to pick you up. You weren't exactly thrilled, but Heeseung and Jake practically forced you, so you had no choice.

The party itself wasn't bad.. Everyone was nice and you even met a new guy. His name was Sunghoon you think, but the music was loud so you weren't completely sure. Either way he was pretty cute. 

You had a few drinks already to loosen up and not worry so much. Now you were sitting on the patio where fewer people were around. Just to breathe for a moment. Heeseung stepped out, sitting in the chair beside yours. "The whole point of bringing you here was to get you laid.. How can that happen if you're avoiding everyone?"

You sighed, downing the rest of your drink before setting the cup down. "I'm not really interested in getting laid.." You mumble, the alcohol starting to get to you. Heeseung groaned. "You're so stubborn.. Sunghoon was trying so hard to get in your pants.."

"He's not my type.. As much of a pretty boy he is, I'm just not digging it.." You reply and Heeseung sighs. "Tough.. What about Jongseong? He seemed to be into you.." He asks as you groan. "Heeseung, please.. Jongseong is hot, but he just got out of a relationship and I refuse to be someone's rebound."

Heeseung is beyond frustrated. All he wants for you is to get back into the lifestyle you had before you even dated that asshole. One night stands were fun.. Parties were stellar. You were just a different person then. A person that Heeseung misses dearly.

"Fine. I'm done trying to get you a good fuck.. But at least come inside and hang out with me and Jake.." He pouted, and you smiled, getting up. "Okay.. Come on.."

You walked behind Heeseung, letting him pull you  into the living room where Jake was playing beer pong with Jongseong and Sunghoon.

You sat down, taking the drink Heeseung had got for you before he sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

You glanced around the room before your eyes landed on the pair sitting on the couch opposite the one you were sitting on.

You thought you saw wrong at first, but low and behold, it's your ex and the girl he cheated with. His tongue is down her throat and she's on his lap. The whole view makes your stomach turn in disgust. 

After that, your whole mood is off. Jake is the first to notice, and without even confirming that you saw your ex kissing on that girl, he knows it's because you saw him. 

He doesn't blame you.. He knows that you haven't seen him since the breakup, so it's probably not easy, especially when he's with someone and you're hardly getting back to being yourself.

You excuse yourself, heading to the bathroom, and Jake calls Heeseung into the kitchen. "What's up, Yun?" He questions as Jake sighs. "She's clearly not happy right now.. That asshole just had to show up and show off his new piece right in front of her." He explains as Heeseung nods. "You noticed too?.."

Jake nods. "I think we could do something for her.. Because I'm honestly tired of that asshole getting more attention than us when he broke her heart and we've always been here.." 

Heeseung agrees, seemingly deep in thought of how they could make you feel better. He then whispers an idea to which Jake nods in agreement. "Let's do it."

They then head to the bathroom, knocking on the door as you open it. They immediately walk in with you, closing the door behind them. 

"What are you guys doing?.." You ask, shocked as Heeseung sighs. "We wanna take you home." He says plainly and you raise an eyebrow. "Why?.." You question as Jake steps in. "We noticed how you started frowning when you saw him.. I wanna know what face you'd make if it was just us.." He said, his tone slightly seductive. 

Heeseung chuckled, cupping your chin as he turned your head towards him. "We want what's best for you.. Just give us a chance to show you what you're missing, hm?.."

His tone is very persuasive, something that you definitely can't deny. And as much as this whole situation sounds wrong, you think it'll feel right. So you nod. "Okay.."

The two immediately beam at your response. Before you can register, they're pulling you out of the bathroom, not even bothering to say goodbye to their friends before dragging you outside and to the car.

Heeseung is driving, and Jake hops into the back seat beside you. You're quiet for the first half of the ride until Heeseung speaks. "Are you sure you wanna do this?.." He questions as you shrug. "I don't know.. Maybe I'm feeling adventurous right now.." You reply dully.

Heeseung pulls over, turning to face you in the backseat. "Y/n... I need you to be serious.. We're not going through with anything if you're not sure." 

You shrug yet again. "I don't know.. I've never had a threesome before.. I guess it's something to check off my bucket list." Jake chuckles at your reply, earning a glare from Heeseung.

"Are you absolutely sure you wanna do it?.. We're not gonna be gentle.." You nod in response. "I'm sure.. Question, though.. Have you two had a threesome together before?" You ask, already having a semblance of the answer, but wanting to confirm.

Jake nods. "Honestly, Heeseung and I have had multiple threesomes together.. You'd be surprised how easy it is to accomplish when a girl is that horny.." 

You shake your head with a laugh, to glancing between the two of them. "Well.. I trust you guys, so I'm down.. Let's have some fun."

Soon enough you're at their apartment complex, and Jake helps you out of the car before leading you towards their apartment front door where Heeseung is fumbling with the keys. 

Once the door is open, Jake lets you walk in first. You follow Heeseung into the kitchen, and he grabs three glasses, setting them on the counter. "If I'm gonna do this with you guys, I feel like we should be way more drunk.. That way we can blame it on the alcohol in the morning." 

You snicker at his words, taking the glass he handed you once he filled it partially with whiskey. 

You weren't a fan of brown liquor, but it was definitely an easy road to getting drunk faster. The three of you all stood around the kitchen island, exchanging small glances and short conversations.

With every sip from your glass, you relaxed a little more, letting loose so you could simply focus on the current situation.

You hadn't noticed how close Heeseung was, being the first to initiate intimacy as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to your neck.

You gasp softly, eyes shutting as you took in the feeling of his lips on your neck. Jake watched silently, downing the rest of his drink before rounding the counter to cup your cheek. 

He turns your head towards him, kissing you as you hum into the kiss. Their touch on your skin is like fire, but in the best way possible. You're already getting more excited and all they're doing is kissing you.

Jake pulls away, smiling at you as you turn towards Heeseung who leans in to capture your lips with his. His kiss is less gentle, you can almost taste the need building up at the back of his throat when he slots his tongue into your mouth. 

Jake takes no action, instead watching the two of you kiss, his hands on your hips and his head on your shoulder. When you and Heeseung finally part, he presses his lips to your ear. "Let's head to the bedroom.. As much as I'd hate to admit, I'm all too eager to see you naked right now.." 

You chuckle, pulling away from Jake, turning to face him instead as you kiss him again. "Then what's the wait?... Let's go."

Before you can even respond, he's pulling you towards the bedroom, stumbling through the door with Heeseung following slowly behind. He's not in a rush, not as much as Jake, but part of him wants to watch the two of you interact before he even gets involved.

Jake is quick to pull you close, kissing you, with more passion this time as he slides his hands beneath your shirt, wanting more of a connection. It's not long before he's pulling away to attempt to pull the shirt over your head.

Heeseung decides to intervene, not wanting Jake to steal all the fun. He turns your head towards him, smiling. "Strip.." The word falls easily from his lips, so seductively that you can't even think of disobeying.

You hum, putting on a strip tease as you slowly unzip your skirt, sliding past your hips before letting it hit the floor. Then, you brought the shirt up and over your head, letting it litter the floor. The last thing you remove is your heels.

"If you wanna see the rest, you're gonna have to earn it.." Your words are alluring and Heeseung finds it cute. He likes this side of you. He's used to the normal side of you where you're more direct and not at all teasing. 

He leads you to the bed, Jake following as you climb onto the bed, basically sandwiched between them. Heeseung kisses you again, seemingly unable to get enough of your taste. 

Jake on the other hand has better plans ahead. He kisses down your neck, trailing down past your chest and to your stomach. 

You moan when he rubs you through the silk of your panties, giving Heeseung further access to kiss you deeper. All the while, Jake's kisses get lower and lower, soon reaching your waistband.

You pull away from Heeseung momentarily to glance down at him, watching him grip the fabric before tugging it downwards. The second they were off, he slid a finger into you, moving it slowly in and out of you. You tilt your head back, biting your lip to hold back a moan.

Heeseung moves, sliding a finger in with Jake's as you let out a short gasp. They move they're fingers perfectly together and you're sure this isn't the first time they've done this. Their fingers press perfectly against your sweet spot, drawing needy moans from your throat as you watch their movements.

Jake takes the lead, leaning down to swipe his tongue against your clit before sucking on it.

Heeseung scoffs, grabbing Jake by his hair. "You're so eager.. Stealing all the fun.." The younger man pulls away from you at Heeseung's words, removing his finger from your hole. "Then join me.. No one's stopping you.."

Heeseung smirks, leaning down as he flicks his tongue against your clit, holding your right leg open while Jake holds the other.

Jake continues to move his tongue against you, his tongue moving with Heeseung's as they both sucked on your pussy.

You moan louder, having never experienced such pleasure. Both of their tongue on you is insane, and it feels amazing. Heeseung and Jake seem to be enjoying it as well, alternating between giving each other room to eat at your cunt and then going back to doing it together. It feels amazing, and you're already so close.

"Fuck..." You tug on Heeseung's hair, and he caresses your thigh, pulling away. "Just cum when you need to, baby.." He's now watching Jake take you to the edge, running his hand through the younger man's hair as Jake eagerly eats you out, his tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit.

You can feel the pleasure blooming hotly in your lower abdomen, and it's not long before you're spilling into Jake's mouth, coming undone on his tongue as he laps up every liquid that flows out of you.

Once you've come down from your high, he sits up, pulling Heeseung into a kiss to allow the older man to taste you as well. The scene is so hot, watching them kiss each other as comfortably as they would you. The way they grasp at each other. It's all so alluring.

Your orgasm has slightly sobered you, and now you're feeling shy. Jake and Heeseung are both fully dressed still, but you're completely naked, save for the bra covering your chest.

"Why am I the only one naked..?" You question as Heeseung smiles, trailing his hand up your thigh. "Because I wouldn't have been able to contain myself if these clothes weren't acting as a barrier.. But now that you're all prepped.." He pulls his shirt off, letting it hit the floor. "I can finally have some fun with you.."

Jake pulls you to sit up, moving to sit behind you as Heeseung smiles. "Hands and knees, baby.."

He undoes his belt while you take position, staring up at Jake as he kisses you, cupping your jaw sweetly. "Be a good girl, hm?.." He mumbles as he undoes his own pants, freeing his cock from the restraint of his pants.

You immediately take it into your hand, giving it a few gentle licks before taking the tip into your mouth. You moan in surprise when you feel Heeseung's cockhead press against you, sliding in slowly as you lose focus for a second, only continuing when Jake tangled his hands into your hair, easing you further down his length.

It was hard to focus. Heeseung's thrusts were slow, but cavernous, hands gripping your hips as you moan, swirling your tongue around Jake's cock.

Jake leans his head back, lips parted to release low moans as you suck his dick. The way you pull off every minute or so to breathe, the way you moan around him, and the way you stroke what can't fit. It's all to attractive for him.

"Fuck.. You're doing so well..." He praises as you take him slightly deeper, his tip pressing against the walls of your throat as you gag around him.

Heeseung quickens his pace once he feels that your used to him, fucking you faster, but just as deep.

This causes you to lose focus slightly, inhaling sharply as a shallow pain settled into your hips. Heeseung was rough, hips meeting yours with every drive, his cock entering you fully each time. The feeling has you seeing stars, moaning around Jake as you go from sucking his dick to wrapping your lips around him sloppily. He pulls you off, tugging on your hair to tilt your head back as he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue.

You're drawn from Jake once more when Heeseung slaps your ass, wrapping his arm around you to apply pressure on your clit. You're a moaning mess, arms growing tired from holding yourself up. And Heeseung notices. He's been watching your arms shake for awhile now, wondering when you're gonna give up.

Before your arms can give out on you, Heeseung pulls you up by your arms, resting back on his heels as he continues to pound into you.

Jake takes the opportunity to shove your bra downwards, leaning forward to take your perky nipple into his mouth. He hums around you, eliciting a moan out of you as you lean back, letting Heeseung hold you flush against him.

You can feel your orgasm growing closer.. Heeseung's too. The way his hips move in an unsteady pace, and his fingers work your clit so easily. It's all too perfect.

"Heeseung.. Holy shit.." You whine, feeling a tightness in the pit of your stomach. He chuckles, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Gonna cum?. Hm?.. Gonna make a mess on my cock?.." His words make everything feel ten times better, and Jake's mouth on your chest, switching back and forth as he sucks purple love bites into your skin.. It's heavenly..

It's not long before you cum, creaming Heeseung's cock as you tighten around him, paving the way for his own orgasm as he spills blissfully into your aching heat. His movements slow, and Heeseung pulls out, switching spots with Jake as he gestures for you to move closer.

You obey willfully, letting Heeseung kiss you gently before sitting against his chest, your legs spread wide open for Jake's entry.

The younger male is now shirtless. His pants still hanging loosely at his hips, and his erected length standing proudly, glistening dimly with your spit and his precum.

He situates himself between your legs, pressing his tip against your clit as you whine, still feeling sensitive. He ignores the twitching of your hips, rubbing himself eagerly against you as he let's out his own moans.

He eventually gets himself worked up, feeling needy and shoving himself inside you with a quick thrust. You're seeing stars again, feeling an intense pleasure that you're not used to.

Jake's movements are shorter and not as deep as Heeseung's, but it still feels amazing. Without forcing himself to deep, he still manages to hit all the right spots.

You're moaning with every brush against your sweet spot, head tilted back against Heeseung's chest. The older male is watching happily, unclipping your bra and pulling it off of you so he has complete access to your chest, groping your breasts and playing with your nipples.

You hadn't expected much going into this, but you definitely don't regret it. Everything feels incredible, and Jake and Heeseung know they're making you feel good.

With both of them touching you, it feels absolutely amazing, and your body is still sensitive from the previous two orgasms. Jake's pace is relentless at this point, growing faster and deeper as he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circular motions.

You start squirming immediately, legs making an effort to close, but Jake spreads them again, holding down one thigh using his other hand to rub your clit.

"Fuck... Jake.. Please." You whine, tears forming in your eyes as he fucks you harder. Heeseung wraps his palm loosely around your neck, tilting your head back as he whispers in your ear. "Feel good? Hm?.. Us fucking you senseless?" He voices teasingly, running his tongue over the shell of your ear. You whimper, the sound coming straight out of your throat as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

Jake chuckles, slowing his thrust as he reaches up to wipe your tears. "Is it that good? Or are you just weak?.." His words make you cry harder, squirming against them as Heeseung holds you down, sucking on your neck, creating more purplish marks.

Jake goes back to toying with your clit, and you're trembling, orgasm nearing at an impeccable pace.

"Cum.. Be a good girl and cum for us.." Heeseung whispers against your ear, sending chills down your spine as tighten around Jake, drawing a gritted moan from the back of his throat.

Jake thrusts a few more times before your coming undone for the third time tonight, whining and moaning as Jake continues to thrust into you, wet and lewd sounds echoing throughout the room.

"Please no more.." Your vision is cloudy from the tears, and it's almost hard to breathe. Heeseung turns your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Shh.. Just breathe.. You can take it.."

Though his words are encouraging and sweet, you can't help how overstimulated you feel, and Jake doesn't seem to care either. He's lost in his own pleasure, thrusting haphazardly as he chases his orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, shit.." He grips your hips, rutting against you as he spills into you, painting your insides with his cum. Once he finally stills himself inside you, you let out a weak moan, whimpering when he pulls out.

"What a mess..." Jake smiles, running his fingers through the mess of cum coating your thighs and your pussy, sliding them into your mouth to make you taste it.

You whine around his fingers, sucking them clean as he pulls them out, leaning down to give you a soft kiss before staring down at you. "From now on, you belong to us.. Forget about that bastard." His tone drops seriously, and you nod in understanding.

Heeseung chuckles, kissing your head. "Good girl.."

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[sturnioloszn]

CAUGHT (1) - C.S

summary; after hooking up with chris at a party, you realise he has a twin brother, and you decide to have some fun with that new piece of information.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), oral, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs.

a/n; i am genuinely so sorry it's taken me this long to get around to writing this, but the first part is finally here. also, this is my first time writing chratt, so if it's shit we all know why. btw this was inspired by @sturnobessed.

P2, P3

The house was alive with energy, lights flashing loud, vibrant colours as erratic music pulsed through the air. Laughter and chatter filled the space, combining with the raw smell of cheap liquor and weed. I took a sip of the weird concoction in my cup before spotting a sexy stranger on the couch across the room.

His dark hair covered the top half of his face, but his prominent jaw and cheekbones stood out regardless. His legs were spread apart, with one of his veiny hands sitting on his lap, holding a lit joint.

The music continued to thump in the background as I took another sip of my drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol course through my veins, giving me the courage I need to make my way towards him.

As I approach him, I occupy the vacant seat next to him on the couch. He finally turns his head to look at me, slowly raking his eyes over my long legs and skimpy dress; I take this as the opportunity to get a closer look at his features, coming to the realization that dark blue eyes are hidden beneath his long hair. I stare a little longer, allowing my gaze to linger on his full, pink lips.

"What's your name?" I ask, breaking the silence between us. He looks away, bringing the burning joint to his lips before replying.

"Chris," he murmurs, looking over to me again, indicating that he wants to know my name. I return the favour, to which he just gives a small nod.

After a few moments of silence, the tension is palpable; remembering I have a drink in my hand, I chug down the rest in hopes of easing my nerves. He then nudges his joint towards me, encouraging me to take a hit.

"Oh- I don't um... smoke," I gulp, looking into his now bloodshot eyes. I watch his eyebrows furrow slightly as he continues to push the joint to me. I've never been easily influenced by peer pressure, but something about him made me succumb instantly.

Instead of taking it from his hand, I leaned down and placed my lips on the end of it while it still rested between his fingers. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and inhaled the smoke.

Sitting back up, I released the smoke, coughing. My inexperience makes him chuckle before pulling the joint back to his own lips and inhaling. I don't even have time to recover fully before a random girl comes over and places herself on his lap, completely disregarding my presence.

"Hey Chrissss," she slurrs, tracing small circles on his chest with her finger. This girl was obviously drunk as shit, even I could see that, and I was tipsy myself.

I watch intently as she leans into him, placing her lips to his ear, whispering something, and giggling obnoxiously. My gaze lands to his hand, resting comfortably on her waist. I decided to save myself the embarrassment and just remove myself from the situation.

I move to the kitchen and grab myself some more liquid courage before moving back to the dance floor.

A couple of songs and drinks later, I find myself slowly grinding on a hot stranger. I rhythmically sway my hips against him, one of my arms reaching behind myself to pull him closer. I feel his hard dick pressed against my ass, which motivates me to keep going.

As the song is coming to an end, I feel a hand wrap around the top of my arm and roughly pull me away. My eyes struggle to focus, but when they do, I discover that it's Chris dragging me away from the crowds and towards the bathroom.

"What're you doing?" I question, trying to shrug him off, but instead, he tightens his hold on me even more.

"Shut the fuck up, you've already pissed me off," He spits, opening the bathroom door and shoving me inside. He wastes no time entering the bathroom himself, locking the door, and turning back to look at me.

I'm not sure how I ended up bent over the sink with my panties at my ankles, but I wasn't complaining. I looked up at him through the mirror, admiring his fucked out face. His hands were bruising my hips while his cock bruised my cervix.

"You're so fuckin' tight, ma," He whines, his hard cock drilling into me harder. The feeling of him stretching my sloppy cunt out so good had me on the edge. My moans grew louder as he plunged himself deeper, but just as I was about to finish, he pulled himself out completely.

"Turn around, lemme see your pretty face when y'come on my cock," He mutters, aggressively turning me around and lifting me onto the counter.

I lean back onto my elbows as he slips himself back into my slippery pussy, resuming his earlier pace. He has one hand firmly on my waist, making sure I don't inch away with each harsh thrust. His other hand reached to the top of my dress, pulling it down, revealing my pierced nipples; the pink diamonds decorating my breasts.

Seeing my tits like that was his final straw, he quickly pulled out and jerked his cock for his orgasm; ropes of cum shot from his slit, dropping onto the tiled floor.

"Shitttttt, you're so perfect," he groans, milking himself for the last of his cum. As soon as he comes down from his high, he focuses solely on my pleasure, leaning down and spitting on my already soaked cunt.

He traced the outline of my pussy with his tongue, before attaching his lips to my clit, sucking gently. I then felt one of his fingers toy with my entrance. I shoved my hand into his hair, pushing him further into me. His mouth disconnects from my clit and licks over my entire heat while fucking his finger into me.

"Fuck Chris... please, feels... so good," I screw my eyes shut, and thrusts my hips into his face. His red eyes look up into mine as he kitty licks at my sensitive nub, and it pushed me over the edge. He hums in approval as he soaks up my liquids, licking me clean.

"You taste so good," he compliments, standing up straight and wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. I feel my already flushed face become redder as he helps me down from the counter. I fix my dress and hair while he cleans up the mess he made on the floor.

We're pulled away from our tasks when there's a knock at the door, "I need to peeee," a girl whines from the other side.

"Give me your phone," Chris says, extending his hand. I give him a confused look but nevertheless reach into my small bag and place my phone into his hand.

I stare as he pulls up the keypad and punches in a number I can only assume is his. He saves the contact and hands the phone back to me. I look at the screen where a number was stored with the contact name as 'best dick of your life 🍆'.

I look over to him, shaking my head in disbelief while allowing a smile to crawl onto my face. He gave me a small grin before unlocking the door and leaving. Nobody was outside, so I guess the girl didn't need to pee that bad.

I finished sorting myself out and headed back to the party. I checked the time and realised that it had gotten quite late without even noticing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the brunette boy in the kitchen on his phone, and wondered if he could take me home.

"Hey, do you mind dropping me home?" I ask, giving a small smile. Chris looks up from his phone and gives me a confused look.

"Um... sure?" He says, tucking his phone into his pocket. I'm not sure why he was confused. Maybe he just thought I wouldn't leave already, but I'm tired and definitely ready to go sleep.

Getting into his car, I thank him for going out of his way to take me home and give him the address to my house. It's not long before I feel someone slowly shaking me awake.

"Wake up, we're here," He whispers, unbuckling my seatbelt. I didn't even realise I fell asleep. I wrap my arms around his neck, motioning that I'd like to be carried. I could walk, but my feet were incredibly sore from being in heels all night, and walking up three flights of stairs right now sounded like torture.

He laughs lowly and scoops me up into his arms, closing the car door with his foot. As we're walking up the stairs, or should I say as he's walking up the stairs, the smell of his cologne infiltrated my nostrils, and I could've sworn it was different earlier. I blame my confusion on my tiredness and drunkeness.

We eventually reach my apartment, and he scavenges my bag for my keys. He somehow manages to unlock the door, carry me to my bedroom, and tuck me in all without disturbing me.

The second my body sank into the mattress, I knew I was gone for the night.

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I woke up to the feeling of my head pounding, I turned over in bed and strained my eyes open. On my nightstand sat a bottle of water, two advils, and a note. I swallowed down the pills and chugged some of the water before moving to the note.

I picked up the folded piece of paper to reveal a phone number with the name 'matt :)' scribbled beneath it. Matt? Who's that?

I thought about it for a moment, completely baffled at my lack of remembrance for 'Matt' until it dawned on me.

It wasn't Chris who took me home last night; it must've been his brother. That explains the confusion on his face when I asked him to take me home. He had no idea who I was, even when I caught a whiff of his cologne, which was definitely different from Chris'. How did I not notice they were two different people? They were even wearing different clothes and I didn't realise.

I smile at my stupidity but also at the fact that I had bagged twin brothers on the same night without either of them knowing.

a/n; this is part 1 of the 3 done! this is also a reminder that my requests are open so feel free to leave suggestions for future fics. anyway, hope you enjoyed this, love you <33

Taglist; @idrk2292 @starclinexo @clairesrose @045696 @forgottxen @mattsturniolover @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @chrissturniolodailysluts @sturnobsessedwh0re

[emilyprentissluvr]

Heyyyy, hope you’re well! I have a very random Emily Prentiss X Fem!Reader request,I was just listening to Billie earlier and I feel like this would be a good lyric prompt “buy my sleepless nights are better, with you than nights could ever be alone” maybe early stages of relationship where Emily’s struggling to sleep on a case sharing a room with reader, so reader comforts her? Idk up to you if you wanna do it❤️🫶🫶🫶 ily

Halley's Comet (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

"But my sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone"

Summary: In which Emily is having a hard time falling asleep, so you keep her company.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Emily stared at the ceiling, hoping the exhaustion in her body would catch up to her brain so she could finally get some sleep, but that was wishful thinking. 

She turned to the right and saw you sprawled out next to her. Your head was on Emily's pillow, one leg wrapped around Emily's, and the other was almost hanging off the bed. Your arms were underneath you, and Emily wondered how you could sleep in such odd positions.

Honestly, she was jealous of your ability to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere. Even in a dusty motel in the middle of Nebraska, you were out as soon as you closed your eyes. 

She brushed some hair off your face and kissed you gently on the forehead before extracting herself from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. The two of you hadn't been together long; it had been merely two months since Emily nervously asked you to be her girlfriend, to which you answered yes before she could even get the full question out. 

Emily walked across the room to find her bag and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. 

She made her way to the chair next to the window, curling her feet under her as she stared out the window.

She toyed with the cigarette box before reaching toward the window and opening a sliver. Just as she pulled a cigarette out and was about to light it, she saw your hand pluck the cigarette from hers. Emily froze, she hadn't even heard you getting out of bed.

"Busted," You chuckled sleepily as you grabbed the box and lighter from her hands as well, depositing them on the window sill. 

"Couldn't sleep?" You asked as you stood in front of her.

"No. Sorry for waking you up." Emily said guiltily as she tugged you by the waist to sit on her lap. You giggled as you ungracefully landed on top of her.

"It's okay. I can't sleep without my heat source anyway." You said as you played with the ends of her hair. 

"Is that all I am to you? A heat source?" Emily chuckled.

"Of course not! You're my personal chef, too!" You said, tapping the tip of her nose.

"You're spoiled rotten." She rolled her eyes, and you just smiled as you tucked her hair behind her ear, "Seriously though, Em, what's keeping you up? Anything I can do?"

"No, no, it's fine, sweetheart. You should go back to bed." She said, softly cupping your chin and giving you a quick kiss. 

"I'm not tired anymore." You countered, which Emily knew was a complete lie because your eyelids were getting droopier by the second. And it was moments like this where Emily fell in love with you even more. Half asleep and insisting you weren't tired just so you could keep her company. What had she done to deserve you? Emily often wondered.

"We're like E.T. and Elliot. Whatever you feel, I feel." You added, and Emily chuckled as she pulled you further into her chest. "Only if I get to be Elliot," Emily said.

"Nope, you're older. You have to be E.T.," You said, poking her side. 

"Hey!" Emily scoffed, and you laughed as you hid your face under her chin, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

"Mhm," Emily hummed as she ran a soothing hand across your back. 

"I wish we had this view in D.C," You murmured after a couple of minutes, looking out the window. Stargazing was one of your favorite things to do with Emily. She knew all of the constellations and the stories behind them. She was like a never-ending spout of knowledge, and you could spend hours just listening to her talk. 

"I know, right," Emily agreed quietly,  "We see some of the most beautiful places for the worst reasons."

"Ironic," You murmured sleepily, trying your best to stay awake, but Emily was just so comfy. 

"It is ironic; I mean, traditionally, beauty has been counted among the ultimate values of goodness, truth, and justice..." Emily continued, and you hummed in acknowledgment. You tried to listen to Emily's philosophical ramblings, but her voice and the light scratches against your back were a deadly combination. Something Emily knew very well...

"Hey! Stop trying to put me to sleep! I'm not tired." You said with a pout as you sat up slightly so you could be face-to-face with Emily.

"Honey, I promise you I'm fine." She said as she swiftly lifted you. You yelped in surprise, throwing your arms around her neck as she carried you back to the bed.

"You can go back to sleep," Emily said as she gently placed you on your side of the bed. 

"Only if you join me," You said as you patted the spot next to you.

"Y/n..." Emily sighed.

"Trust me, please." You said, giving her your best pleading eyes that Emily could never say no to. 

"Fine," She relented, and you just rolled your eyes at her dramatics. 

You motioned for her to lay her head on your lap as you sat up. "Whenever we watch a movie, and I play with your hair, you always fall asleep," You said as Emily got her head situated on your thighs.

"That's because you insist on watching the same cheesy rom-coms over and over again," She mumbled as you started to lightly run your fingers through her hair. 

"Hey! You don't hear me complaining whenever you force me to do a Lord of The Rings movie marathon." You argued back, scratching her scalp, and you were pleased to hear the soft hums coming from Emily.

"You little liar!" Emily laughed, "I do hear you complain, the entirety of the movie, I might add."

"That's not me complaining! I'm simply making commentary throughout the movie." You smiled.

"Sure," Emily appeased as she snuggled further into your lap. 

You smiled as you spent the next couple of minutes playing with her hair. The sound of the rickety air conditioner was the only thing filling the quietness of the room. 

"I should make you do this every night," Emily murmured after a while, and you were glad to hear the slight sleepiness in her tone.

"Now whose spoiled rotten?" You teased. 

"Of course I'm the spoiled one. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Emily hummed as she turned her head to look up at you. Your heart clenched at her words and sleepy smile. You didn't know how to voice the words that could encompass just how much Emily meant to you. So you stuck with, "I love you," and hoped that she could tell how you felt just from three words.

But it was Emily, so of course she could read you like a book. "I love you more." She smiled as she lifted her head off your lap and laid it on the pillow. She opened her arms, and you immediately fell into them. Your head placed in the crook of her neck, and your legs intertwined together. "You think you can sleep now?" You murmured, your lips brushing against her neck. 

"Yeah, turns out you're all I need," She smiled as she kissed the top of your head.

"So cheesy," You mumbled as you snuggled closer.

"Just for you," Emily said as she closed her eyes and let the soft sounds of your breath guide her to sleep.

Emily may have been in the middle of Nebraska, but she'd never felt more at home than being by your side. 

[patchato]

I should have. (Part 2 of You should have told me)

(Sanemi x Reader)

TW: Cursing, Slight NSFW, Cheating

Fuck.

That's the only thing I can think of when I woke up in the woman's bed. A woman I don't know but looks familiar. Now I remember, she's that waitress that served us last night. She kept staring at me and making eye contact it was easy to figure out what she wanted.

Once his colleagues left, he stayed behind for a smoke. He noticed the waitress from earlier walking up to him. Her uniform buttoned halfway through revealing her cleavage. He chuckled, he knows what she wants.

She rubbed herself all over him, moaning and playing with his belt. He groaned when she grinded on his growing groin.

Just once wouldn't hurt, right?

Here he was rushing to go back home, he just ran a red light but he didn't care. The adrenaline was still in his blood. He couldn't believe what he just did, he slept with a random woman. Another woman. He laughed, he felt stupid but at the same time he felt free. He didn't feel tied down.

He went straight to the kitchen after arriving, all the lights were off already indicating that his fiancee is now sleeping. A little note was sticking on the fridge door.

Hey darling, your dinner is inside. Don't forget to heat it up. I love you!

It read. He leaned on the kitchen isle just now realizing what he's done. He did a horrible thing. And if she finds out. She won't, because he won't do it again.

He'll stop. He won't see that woman again. He doesn't want to hurt (Y/N).

He's stupid.

Here he was, once again bedding the same exact woman. It's been like this for a few months, she fed his hunger for riskiness. Once they were done, they laid together, sharing a cigar. He went back to his old habits again. Of course he ain't gonna let his soon to be wife know. This is just temporary, right? Yeah, of course it is.

"So, when should we meet again?" The woman asks, puffing out a smoke. Sanemi fanned the smoke away. A habit he learned from his fiancee, she has a hard time inhaling smoke as it makes it hard for her to breath. "Dunno, I'll text ya'." He replies, taking the cigar from her. She noticed the ring on his finger, she began laughing a little.

"What?" Sanemi raised an eyebrow. What was so funny? "Oh nothing." She answers, lighting another cigarette. "It's just funny how you're still wearing that." Her eyes landed on his ring. He scoffed. "Don't be mad now." She purred, beginning to climb on his lap. Trailing kisses from his abdomen up to his neck. "I have you, on my bed." She laughs once again making Sanemi roll his eyes.

Before he committed his infidelity once again, he made sure to take off his ring first. To get it out of the way, her hair was getting caught in it anyways. He set it down the nightstand and began to bed her once again for the 4th time that night.

That night he went home, (Y/N) was already asleep. He watched her figure, breathing so calmly. Unaware of what was happening. He made sure to put back on his ring this time, he won't let her catch him without his ring again. He didn't like her expression as she watched him look for it in his bag.

He went on his usual routine before laying down beside her. She looked so Innocent, the moonlight on her face made her look more beautiful. He stroked her hair before giving a kiss on the head and falling asleep beside her.

The next morning, he woke up to the smell of food and coffee. (Y/N) was no longer beside him, this was he routine. Take care of him and the house. While he worked tiredly. He sighed, getting yet another tiring day ahead. He already texted his mistress that he'll meet her later.

He got to the kitchen, he rubbed his face already feeling the stress of work. He ate his food and drank his coffee. Completely unaware of the neglected woman in front of him. "Ah, I have to go." He rushed to get out of the house, (Y/N) caught up to him asking for his ring so she can have it cleaned. Such a caring woman.

But the ring wasn't on his finger, again. She was making that weird face just like she did at that time. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He forgot to put it back on again. He began to awkwardly look for the ring inside his bag. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. He handed hr the ring and hurriedly left, no good-bye. Nothing. (Y/N) just stood there staring at the door.

Her chest felt heavy, but she disregarded it and went on with her day. And here he was again, meeting up with his woman. He could just do this with (Y/N). The problem is, she's not as adventurous in bed. Unlike her, he liked the things she did for him. All kinds of dirty things. Ones that (Y/N) would never even think of doing with him.

He loved (Y/N), but he wanted to experience these things before getting married first. That's all. So that day, he did the unthinkable. (Y/N) had texted him that she'll be out longer as she's going to be with her friends. The stupidest thing was suggested by his other woman.

Let's do it in your house.

Man, was she bad. How can he resist. So they did it. In the living room, the shower and bed he and (Y/N) shared. He can tell she liked it by the way she moaned and screamed his name. It turned him on even more. Pounding away on the bed as she held onto the plushie he bought (Y/N). He couldn't think of anything else besides the release they were both anticipating. They did it until late.

(Y/N) didn't come home that night. He thought she may have just slept over at a friend's house. He was right, but so unaware of what was to come next.

"Shinazugawa, I don't want to be with you anymore."

"I know."

With that one phrase, he felt his soul leave his body. He's stupid, so fucking stupid for not stopping the affair he was having. His ring. He dirtied himself and painted the love she gave him black. He knows what he did was wrong, why didn't he stop? Just why? Here she was, slaving away to serve and take care of him. He just had to ruin everything! He questioned himself over and over again. That was when he noticed the bags on the floor, multiple of them. Was she going to leave?

He tried to apologize properly, he knelt in front of her. Begging, he wished he could take everything back. Well that wasn't happening. "Did my cooking suddenly taste bad to you?", "Is she better than me?", "You did such a disgusting thing Shinazugawa." She mumbled to herself. Her eyes looked empty. She didn't cry. Not one tear left her eyes.

I was starting to lose it when she laughed. She's laughing, at a thing like this. "Why are you laughing..." I asked myself. "I, no longer feel anything for you." She said. What?

"Makes me wonder if I really did love you."

What? What does she mean? If she really did love me? Her indifference hurt. I know I don't deserve to feel hurt, but her words were like a thousand paper cuts. I sobbed uncontrollably. My words turned to mush trying to apologize over and over again. Someone was honking their car outside making the headache I had even more painful. She knelt down to my level, looked me in the eyes with her empty ones and handed me her ring before bolting out the room.

I tried to grab her hand and pull her back to talk but I was too late. Too slow. Too stupid, too disgusting just like she said. What I did had no excuse, but I still wanted her in my life. I began to knock on the car window all while trying to stop Iguro from loading the car with (Y/N) luggage. The neighbors began to peak out the window to see the commotion. I know it looks like a mess but I didn't care. (Y/N) was leaving and I don't have a way to stop her.

"Please! Give me another chance!" I yelled, I know she can hear me from inside the car and even see me. But I couldn't see her from the blacked out car window. The car began to drive away and my heart skipped a beat. I don't know where Iguro's taking her. "No! (Y/N)!" I ran after the car, it was stupid but the reality before me felt like death itself. My legs grew tired and I inevitably stopped running. Fresh tears streamed down my face as I walked back to the now empty house.

My phone vibrated indicating a message, it was from (Y/N). I immediately opened it hoping that it was her telling me that she'll be back. But, of course, who am I kidding?

"You should have told me."

I can't feel here anymore. I can't see her anymore. So many I can'ts. I screamed and thrashed around. I passed out on the couch after that. Waking up to darkness. I rubbed my swollen eyes. I turned on the light and looked around, it was a mess. "(Y/N)?" I called out. Then it all came down to me. She left me. The sadness came back and I sat down on the floor crying my eyes out passing out once again from exhaustion.

The next few months were a blur. I missed her. I wonder how she is. Is she seeing someone else? That thought stung. Ha, who am I to feel hurt when I'm the one at fault here. I've been drinking the pain away. I stopped smoking again. The once lively house, now looks dull. The things she left, I kept it. Hugged her dress during the night. I just know I'm not moving on anytime soon.

One thing I really wanted to do was to apologize properly. I asked Iguro to let me talk to (Y/N), I didn't have any intention on begging her to take me back. I don't deserve such a woman.

Iguro said he'll talk to (Y/N). It was hard to fight the urge to hug him but, the looks he was giving me the entire time just screamed murder. I kept my phone with me at all times, just in case I get anything from Iguro or (Y/N). To my surprise, a message from her number popped up. It was the address of the coffee shop she visited often, she agreed to talk to me.

The day came and I sat on the table which was nearest the lake that can be viewed from the cafe. This was her favourite spot. I felt a little anxious, I still want to beg her to give me a second change. Even though I don't deserve it.

I looked at the door every time the little bell that hung on top of it rang. It was then that she walked in. She looked gorgeous as ever. Happier, even. She saw me and flashed a smile. Makes my heart flutter but was quickly replaced by pain once I remembered what she's here for.

"Shinazugawa-san." She chirps, a small smile adoring her face. "You're still as beautiful." I said without thinking, she was silent for a second then laughed. A carefree laugh. Her actions indicated that she was happy. And that she was.

"I'm sorry." I say, "Y-You didn't deserve that, I really did love you..." I tried to stop myself from crying because we were in public. She didn't speak, only listened. "I'm so, so sorry (Y/N)." My hands trembled, I let myself lose the woman who gave me love so genuinely. "If only I could turn back time, I would take care of you better." The guilt has been eating me alive. 3 months have already passed since that painful day. "Shinazugawa-san. I forgive you." She spoke so softly, what she said made it even harder for me to hold back my tears. A choked sob passed my lips as the tears stained my face.

"Please make sure to take good care of next person that will love you."

Her kindness never failed to overwhelm me. That was what draw me to her in the first place. Her gracefulness, patience, soft spoken. She's an entire package. We talked a bit more, catching up a little bit. Who knew we'll be sitting across each other after all that happened. She was as cheerful as ever. Sadly, our time ended and I knew, that this was going to be the last time.

"Let me take you home." I offered, she chuckled and shook her head. "It's alright, I have some one to meet after." She smiled. A smile that I knew, that smile was for me once. We said our good-byes and walked our separate path. I watched her walk away, from me, from the future we could've had if it wasn't for me.

I looked at her one last time, before walking to my car before driving off.

If I told her, things would be different. I should have told her.

END

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Ha! Did y'all seriously think I was gonna let y'all go back to a cheater? Nu-uh sisters!

Now repeat after me. I DESERVE BETTER.

You read it? Now do me a favor and remember that. If someone did you wrong, no matter how wrong it is. Forgive and forget. Cause if you stay stuck on that pain? Baby you're the one that's losing.

ANYWAAAAYS. I'm open for requests! So go on and drop me a message and I'll do my best.

Thank you so much for the support. lotsoflove♡

[sturnrm]

~ TRUTH OR DARE ~

Chris sturniolo x reader

Warning: drinking, smut SMUT lots of it, p in v

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Chris responds, sitting back in with his legs spread waiting for his dare.

You watch him smiling at his cocky grin towards the random freshman that chose him for truth or dare.

Chris would undoubtedly answer any question or complete any dare thrown his way.

“I dare you to…” The freshman’s voice fades as he looks around the room, trying to think of a dare.

Chris only laughs in response, making a joke about finishing his dare sometime today.

Everyone is laughing including you, eyes still on Chris.

Your lips press to your red plastic cup, taking a sip of the drink matt mixed for you.

Your thoughts are else where, the way Chris is sat reminds you of the night before.

When you were sat in his lap, riding his cock. His lips pressed to your chest, leaving marks that are still there, hidden under your bra, when you were being his good girl and taking his dick.

The freshman takes too long, to the point others begin to suggest dares for chris.

He still hasn’t looked at you,and that’s probably your own fault.

The two of you have been dating secretly for a few months now. He was the one to offer the secrecy to you, as an attempt to keep your perfect reputation.

At first you thought it would be a one time thing so you agreed. Nothing more than a meaningless drunken hook up but after that he had YOU hooked.

You kept coming back for more, until it became a nearly daily occurrence, you craved Chris is was something you never thought you would be saying but it was the truth.

The talk of what you two were never to be had. Feelings growing on both sides, and now here you are. At a party tipsier than you should be.

Staring at him with fuck me eyes, too drunk to care who’s watching. You two exchanged a few smiles, brief conversations as if you two were nothing more than acquaintances.

Which upset you but at the end of the day it’s your fault for making chris feel like he needed to be a secret in the first place.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” The freshman finally speaks, louder than everyone in the room. Shutting everyone up as they watch in anticipation of who he will choose.

You too are watching,the only difference is your eyes haven’t left chris all night.

His eyes scan the room, playfully looking at all the different girls. Finally his eyes land on yours, only stopping for a moment before moving on.

Your heart is broken, begging for you to leave the room. In one swift moment he stands up and walks across the room, away from you. Of all the people he could kiss right now, he chooses the worst possible choice. His ex.

Can’t bring your self to watch, looking down at your cup. Your eyes finally leaving the man you’ve been secretly dating for months now.

As people begin to cheer and laugh at the kiss shared between ex lovers. Chris pulls away, viewers chanting for more.

“Nah I did my dare, I’m done. Who’s next?” He chuckles as he plops down onto the couch where he was previously sitting.

The game continues on like you didn’t just witness the man you’ve grown to care for, maybe even love kiss his ex.

You’re a mixture of anger and sadness but self aware enough to know that this is your own doing. It’s all too much so without announcing your departure, you stand up and walk through the crowded room.

You finish off your drink, throw away the evidence and make an attempt to leave the party.

Realizing that you’re entirely fucked, no way to leave. Your home too far to walk, your ride somewhere in the party with absolutely no intention of leaving any time soon.

Annoyed because you only came with your friend because you knew chris would be here, hoping that you showing up would have ended differently.

A frustrated sigh leaves your mouth as you head outside anyways. Deciding to take a moment to breathe before heading back into the party.

Thanking whoever’s listening when you walk out side to an empty porch. Sitting down on the steps, looking out at the silent road filled with unfamiliar houses.

A few cars drive by as time passes.

You sit there staring and thinking about how you ended up here. Alone but having a secret relationship, with a man you’ve grown to love, maybe you wasn’t supposed to end up feeling that way.. inlove, but you was, you was crazy for him.Not even entirely sure if his feelings are mutual.

You’ve been spending so much time with him. Most if not all instances leading to sex. Even when you two aren’t fucking, there’s a connection.

You’ve spent more time at his house than your own home in that last month. He makes you so happy, quickly become the person you run to when you need anything, the person you trust with all your heart.

Doing everything a relationship entails without labeling it.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and that oh so familiar scent of cologne you’ve grown to love.

Your eyes stay down, looking at your fingers that fiddle with anxiety as he sits next to you.

“I was looking for you.” He speaks, facing you.

“I just needed some air.” You whisper, avoiding eye contact but chris knows better.

Knows that you’re upset at the kiss and too stubborn to admit that.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, touching your chin and tugging at your face to look at him.

You didn’t even realize you were crying, so you wipe away the tears. As a sad attempt to mask your pain.

you plaster a fake smile on your lips.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s probably cause I’m so drunk.” You force a laugh, wiping away at the remaining tears.

Chris doesn’t laugh and obviously doesn’t buy your excuse.

“Is this because I kissed her and not you?” He questions, and your smile fades as you nod your head in response.

“I didn’t want to kiss her. I just about puked as I did it. Was so close to blowing chunks all over her.” He admits, letting him self laugh at the thought causing you to feel a little better.

“I wanted to kiss you, only you. I just wasn’t sure if you would have been okay with that.. considering we’re just kinda hooking up or whatever this is.

I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with such a public display of affection.” He further explains, all anger you had dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I wouldn’t have been uncomfortable.” You respond.

“Also was afraid once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’ve been watching you all night, staring at me with those eyes. Like you want me to drag you upstairs to an empty room and fuck you. Been walking around with a hard on all night, waiting till we can be alone.” He lets out a sheepish laugh, adjusting him self as your eyes are wide.

You’ve been with a few partners before, none of which had such a dirty mouth as chris. Constantly out doing himself on the naughty words that leave his mouth.

“I was not staring at you like that.” You lie, grinning playfully swatting his shoulder.

His laugh only grows, throwing his arm around you. You rest your tired drunken head, into his embrace.

“You’re a shit liar. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I don’t want to this.. us to be a secret anymore.” You admit, looking up at him while his arm is still stretched over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks as he looks down on you.

“Yeah. I want to be the prettiest girl in the room.” You say with no filter. Admitting your drunken insecurities outloud, cringing as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“You are and always will be the prettiest girl in any room. Only now you’ll be my prettiest girl, okay?” He says pressing a simple sweet kiss to your forehead. You nod in response, the biggest grin plastered on your face as if you weren’t sobbing moments ago.

“I think I need to fuck you so good that you forget about that kiss.” He whispers, his lips only a few inches away from yours.

“I think so too.” You say, before closing the distance. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. His lips move with yours, as your hands find the back of his neck pulling him closer.

Without thinking about it you slowly lower the two of you until he’s on top of you. Smiling and lettting out a giggle into the kiss as your back hits the cold wet wood of the porch.

“What’s so funny?” He pulls away, just enough to break the kiss.

“The way I was about ready to let you have your way with me outside on this porch. Can we go somewhere else?” You ask, looking up at him while he’s staring at your lips.

He rolls his eyes, getting up off you and standing up. Chris reaches his hand out to which you take letting him help you up.

He leads you back into the house, through the crowd of people. You’re too busy watching the man you’re with to notice the stares. Your man.

He leads you up some stairs, pushing through several people waiting for the restroom to a dark empty bedroom. He pushes you inside, following closely behind.

While you take a few steps in he locks the door. When you turn to face him he’s already standing near you, looking down on you.

“How’d I get so lucky?” Chris says as pulls you closer, his arms find their way to under your thighs. Picking you up in one swift motion.

“So fucking beautiful and all mine.” He gently sets you on the bed, never letting go.

He’s on top of you, looking at you with so much more than just lust.

“All yours.” You respond, your hands already working on taking his shirt off.

“So eager.” He laughs, pulling it off the rest of the way.

You watch in anticipation as he undresses himself. Once he’s full naked and ready, he’s tugging at your pants.

You lift your hips to help him as he slips them off. After a few moments you’re both naked and he’s dropping to his knees. His arms under your legs pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His face a few inches away from your glistening cunt.

“I love the way you’re always so ready for me. Always so wet.” He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh.

Without hesitation his mouth dips into your folds, finding your most sensitive spot,teasing it and kissing it lightly before applying more pressure.

Your hand find his hair, your hips tighten as your mouth lets sweet moans leave it. Letting him know he’s doing a good job.

His tongue plays with your clit, as his finger caresses ur lips then slips into your hole. A loud moan leaves your mouth at the new sensation.

He continues, his motivation is the sinful sounds that come from your lips. He hears you say more somewhere in the mix of moans and curse words. So he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.

His mouth still tactfully working on your bud. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to get you to your climax. The squeezing of your walls, lets him know you are close.

“Don’t stop.” You mutter pulling on his hair, as an attempt to pull him closer.

Your hips moving with his face, nearly riding it in an attempt to finish.

Chris moves faster, just enough to cause you to come undone. Releasing all over his fingers. He slows his movements until they come to a halt as he pulls away.

“You always taste so good. Do you wanna taste?” He ask as he stands up, his two fingers finding their way to your mouth.You nod yes in response, opening your mouth enough so he can set them on your tongue.

You taste yourself while never breaking eye contact even when he pulls them from your mouth.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl.” Chris groans, pulling you back to the edge of the bed.

He raises one of your legs with one hand, the other hand aligning his cock to your hole.

As he slowly, inch by inch fills you up he’s grabbing your other leg. Both of them in the air and supported by Chris as he bottoms out inside of you.

You whimper at the stretch and the feeling of being full. His hips start to move, slow motions as he fucks you. Painfully slow, you need more.

It’s like he can read your minds because before you can ask, he’s pounding into you at a brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess under him, your legs being pushed wider as he fucks you harder.

The only sounds is your moans, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping. Your pussy is so wet it’s loud as he goes in and out of you.

“So fucking wet for me” he groans

The muffled sounds of the party down stairs is barley heard theough the door.

Everyone upstairs can most certainly hear but in the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, you take me so good. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” He stammers as he attempts to talk while sinking in and out of your wet, warm core.

He continues to speak his mind, letting all his thoughts flow out without a filter. His movements never stop, desperate to please you and please himself in the process.

He’s pushing you deeper into the bed with every single thrust. Your hands find their way to his back, as he pressed himself closer to you. Kissing you hungrily as his hips continue to roll into you.

Your hands scratch into his back, leaving marks in their tracks. He groans as a response, into your lips as you two kiss.

You start to feel that familiar coiling tension. Your fluttering walls let chris know that you’re coming close to your climax. He continues the same pace, pulling his face away from yours so he can watch you come undone.

His favorite thing to witness and be the cause of. Your back arches as the tensions finally snaps.

Your walks tighten as you come all over his cock.

Which is enough to push him over the edge, he pulls himself out leaving you empty. Without missing a beat he grips his dick, pumping it roughly. Allowing himself to finish on your stomach.

When he’s done, he’s pressing a sweet breathy kiss to your lips before stumbling around in the dark to find something to clean up the mess he made.

You lay there for a moment before feeling him wipe you clean. When he’s sure as he can be that he got it all, he throws it across the room.

“Chris you can’t just..” Your own words cut off as you start to wonder whose room you two just fucked in.

“Whose room is this?” You question as he helps you get dressed again. As he pulls your shirt down over your head, he’s laughing.

“Nathan doe.” He speaks, you look around for the first time and it’s most definitely a teenage boys room.

“You didn’t.. we didn’t.. your bestfriends room” You reply, suddenly in a hurry to get dressed and back to the party. Moving his hands off you so he can get himself dressed.

“We did.” He grins, pulling his jeans on

“Chris..” You groan his name out but it doesn’t last long. His smile bringing you to smile.

Once you’re both dressed, he’s pressing another kiss to your lips. He grabs your hand and gently leads you out of the bedroom, praying that no one is sober enough to remember Chris and you going into Nathan’s room.

Only to met with several pairs of eyes, including his brothers and Nate not so silently watching and judging you.

Chris doesn’t seem to care, so you pretend to not notice. Following him back downstairs, to the couch where he was sat early.

“Chris.. I want to go to yours. Can we leave?” You say stopping him before he can take a seat.

“Give me like thirty minutes to sober up. I’m not nearly as intoxicated as you are…” He teases.

“But I did drink a little bit. We can leave soon, okay?” He says as he sits down, pulling you into his lap.

You have the cheesiest smile plastered on your lips. He’s acting as if it’s just another day, like this is a totally normal occurrence between the two of you. Like everyone in this room didn’t just watch him kiss his ex as a dare.

“Okay.” You nod, that smile still shining.

“You’re so cute and so drunk.” He whispers softly, his lips inches away from yours.

“And?” You question.

“And you’re so mine.” He says matter of factly.

“And?” You question again, eyes brows raised. Knowing what your tipsy self wants to hear.

As you smile waiting, he looks lost but you see it click in his eyes before he rolls them.

“And you’re the prettiest girl in the room.” He lets out a soft chuckle before kissing you unapologetically.

You kiss him back, drunkenly unaware of the eyes on you two and the gossip beginning to spread around the two of you.

Nothing could ruin this moment for you.

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A little Chris story I had a dream about this so I decided to make it and post it

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabble: (COD) Simon Riley: Permanent Kisses

Simon loves getting tattoos. It's a way to bear even more pain in his life, but you aren't painful. You're sweet and everything that Simon isn't. Everything that he can't be while he is away as Ghost.

Your bright smile has his insides churning whenever he sees you. Your soft and gentle touches are the exact opposite of what he's used to, but he loves it regardless.

When he's with you, he isn't a ghost or the hard exterior shell he has learned to be to survive. Simon is just himself, still a little rough around the edges but loving and endearing. It's shocking to Simon the first time the two of you are out and about, just as you and Simon are normal citizens. You aren't afraid to hold his hand, kiss his cheek, or even grab onto his large forearm and bicep to keep him close to you.

He forgets that to you; he is your protector. You see him as your everything. But that deep, rutted feeling is mutual. He feels it in the bottom of his stomach, and his heart seems to bump just a little bit faster whenever you press yourself closer to his side. Aching for his comfort and protection.

So it's not a surprise to him when one night, when the two of you are sitting on his couch with the lights off and the tv playing some random shitty tv show that your lips land on his neck. He's not in favor of showing off his skin; he still wears his mask out in public and opts for the long sleeve workout shirts and long everything else.

Yet you've got him in a short-sleeved shirt slightly lower on his neckline. Not suffocating him as much, and your legs are perched on each side of his large thighs. Your hands carding through the short blonde hair, and your lips pressing soft kisses into the skin.

Your red lip marks are pressed a dozen times into the tanned skin. Simons hum with every kiss you press into the skin, and he rubs sweet circles into your back, never urging you further than you want to go.

"What are you doing, sugar?" Simons asks when you lean back to admire your work. "Looking at my masterpiece." It makes Simon chuckle, and you shake in his lap. "What?" You say, "Nothing, sugar." He says, pressing a kiss to your still-red lips.

It's a day later, actually on Valentine's Day. You hadn't discussed Valentine's Day as a holiday you two would celebrate, but you still got him a present. Except Simons comes home with the sweetest and hottest gift you've ever received.

"Here's your gift, Si." You say you push the card and a new magazine subscription to some gun club. He smiles and opens the card. Your handwriting is perfect; cursive letters pop out in pink shades. 'To the sweetest guy I know. I love you today, tomorrow, and forever after that.' Simon looks up from the card with glossy eyes, and he brings you in for a warm hug with a tiny kiss and lands at your temple.

"Do you wanna see what I got you?" Simons asks as he pulls away from you. Simon sounds more excited now as he sheds himself off his winter jacket. "Close your eyes." He says softly, and then he brings his hand to meet yours. Dragging your hand up his chest and to where his shoulder and neck meet. You feel a little film and then simon tells you to open yours eyes.

When you do its a red tattoo that you are met with. The perfect impression of your lips on his skin. "What?" You sound like you're on the verge of crying. "I got it a few days ago, after you had a kiss attack on my neck." "Hmm" You hum and run a finger over the fragile skin.

"A permanent kiss from my permanent love." He says, kissing your hand gently, and you just stare at his new tattoo, a show of complete and utter love.

[astarion-approves]

astarion reacts to tav being betrayed by a loved one and tav getting injured during the betrayal?

Astarion x Gender Neutral Tav! - Fucking Randy Astarion first person POV - it's alright lol I can't even think of a summary for this...

Tags: More humor than angst, first person pov (Astarion), 500+ words, drabble, poor description of a fight, OOC Astarion

Summary: Honestly, I don't know what Tav saw in that human. A complete jackass, and one that would eventually get them killed.

Read here or on AO3

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The battle started just as any other. Tav ahead of us, usually sticking their nose where it didn’t belong, insulting strangers without a second thought, or even just punching someone at random for the hell of it. It was one of the things that made me approve of them so quickly. Their… ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. I admired it. Loved it, really. 

Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one. 

His name was Randy. Yes, Randy, if you can believe it. A human male who was tall and lanky, but not in an unattractive way— again, unfortunately for me. Somehow he had managed to woo Tav before we’d even met. The barbarian was a complete savage, encouraging Tav to make admittedly stupid decisions, drinking past his limit, and taking advantage of Tav’s kindness without them even realizing it. 

It came as no surprise when Tav spit straight into the face of someone trying to intimidate our group. Hell, I laughed in response. Watching someone wipe spit from their face in shock is never not funny. Disgusting, obviously, but hilarious nevertheless.

Shadowheart clicked her tongue and readied her weapon, Gale doing much the same but with a heavy sigh, Randy (fucking Randy, really? Seriously? Randy? RANDY?!) revealed his sword and steadied it in his hands, and my lovely self exposed my dangers— each of us ready to destroy those who stood before us. 

Tav grinned at their lover, laughing as Randy lunged forward and buried his sword into the spit covered face of the one that stood before them. A dagger would have been a better choice, but who am I to judge? Right? I was only a fucking magistrate. 

Fucker. 

Soon other’s flooded into the area, the quick murder drawing their attention to our group. Tav and Randy worked their way through the group, the rest of us picking off the rangers that tried to hide. 

A quick fight, as it usually was with our group… 

But then… something happened. 

A shot of fire, heading directly towards Tav and Randy— Shadowheart wasn’t fast enough to shield them and the pair were vulnerable against it. I heard Tav scream as Randy grabbed their shoulders and pushed them in front of himself. I could only watch as the fire flew towards them and exploded against Tav’s chest. They fell to the ground, landing on their side, no longer breathing. 

Gale cast a spell in the direction of the killer, but I wasn’t paying attention, I was running to Tav. 

They laid on the ground, their eyes open and staring into nothing, mouth hanging open as if they were still screaming from the blow. I dropped to my knees beside them, cradling their head in my lap, my hands tapping on their cheeks, words flying from my mouth but I didn’t even know what I was saying. 

“Leave them,” Randy said. “We need to keep moving.” 

I flung my dagger into his skull. 

Shadowheart began casting spells, anything they could do to bring Tav back—

But they still laid there. 

Luckily, all we had to do was carry them back to camp and Withers was able to bring them back from the dead. 

Randy we left behind. Because fuck Randy. 

And now, tonight, I’ll be making my first move on Tav. They’re still a little hurt from the betrayal, weeks later. And… they also tell us stories of their nightmares and the cool chill of death that lingers and haunts them— 

But they blush when they look at me, and that’s good enough for me. 

[whimsical-musingss]

Chapter 1: Rhaella

Amongst Gods and Men

Warnings: GOT universe, childbirth, language, religious themes, Viserys is a creep who shouldn’t have married Alicent (SHE WAS 15) (GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER) (yes I’m team Black but I’m also lowkey team Alicent she was a VICTIM).

Queen Alicent Hightower did not make her fears of childbirth known to anyone except the Gods. Every morning until her condition prevented her, she would visit the Great Sept of Baelor. She preferred the quiet atmosphere of the Sept, as it calmed her. She would kneel before the candles, lighting one for her mother, and then clasp her hands together in prayer.

Please grant me a son. Please let the labors be easy.

Please, let Rhaenyra and I be close again.

Only one of those prayers came true for Alicent.

She labored in her chambers for one day, in summer, mostly alone except for a handful of her handmaidens. Dressed only in a shift, she would pace the room, clutching her belly, as if to reach inside and quell the pain herself. It was the greatest pain she’d ever known, but once the babe was in position, Alicent barely had to push.

Outside, a storm raged on; rain pelting the stained glass windows. If Alicent could, she would have given birth completely alone and without her handmaidens. However, as the babe was delivered easily and without much fuss, the small crowd of handmaidens grew to accommodate some maesters and her father, Otto Hightower. The Hand of King Viserys, who was Alicent’s husband. He was not present, and for some peculiar reason, Alicent was relieved.

Otto Hightower glanced at the fussing babe who was being cleaned by the handmaidens, then back at his exhausted daughter. Alicent was shivering, despite being hot to the touch. She wanted to run out of her chambers, out of the Red Keep, out of Kings Landing, never to be seen again.

“You will have to try again for a son,” was all that Otto said, his voice soft so only she could hear. Alicent said nothing, but her sweaty face paled as she watched her daughter being swaddled. Otto turned and left the room, undoubtedly bringing the troubled news to King Viserys. Alicent did not know if Viserys would be displeased with her, she hoped not. One of her handmaidens presented her daughter to Alicent, who was still trembling on top of bloodied sheets, her weak hands in her lap. She did not raise them to hold her daughter, who she did not name. She left that decision with Viserys.

“Rhaella!”

Alicent glided into Rhaella Targaryen’s bedchambers, her deep green skirts swirling around her as she walked. Rhaella could hear her mother’s footsteps closing in, but did not bother to rise from her bed and nest of blankets. She refused to leave her bed when her handmaidens tried to get her up for her lessons, because Rhaella already dressed for something else.

“Rhaella, you must get up this instant,” Alicent’s voice was firm, yet tired. As always. Her hands grabbed Rhaella’s blankets and tugged, but Rhaella tugged back. “You are ten and four, you are a lady now. You must act like one.” Alicent’s voice was strained as she fought with her eldest daughter.

“No,” was all that came from the pile of blankets, but Alicent persisted. She threw the blankets from the bed, finally revealing Rhaella. Her silvery blonde hair was sticking up in random places, and instead of wearing her nightdress, Rhaella wore her brother’s tunic and leather pants with boots. The clothing Rhaella terribly; the tunic was too big and the pant legs were too much to stuff into the leather boots. Alicent froze, unsure of how to go about this.

“My darling, what is this?” Alicent finally asked, gesturing to Rhaella’s state, who only turned away, a frown evident on her face.

“I do not wish to attend lessons with the Septa, mother,” Rhaella grumbled. She crossed her arms for good measure.

“That is not your choice, I’m afraid,” Alicent sighed, approaching her daughter. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly in front of her, avoiding her daughter’s glare.

“Why not? Aegon and Aemond get to fight. I want to fight, too, mother,” Rhaella maintained her icy look in her mother’s direction, who just stared at the floor.

“That is the way the world works,” Alicent managed to say after a moment. “Our fight lies elsewhere than the training yard. Our war is here, in this bed, delivering children.”

Rhaella was shaking her head as her mother spoke. “I refuse it. I want to claim a dragon, ride on its back, and fight like a Dragonlord. Like Visenya.”

Alicent often wondered how her eldest child became this way. When Rhaella was young, she did have her moments of outbursts and acted unladylike, no matter what the Septa or Alicent did. Helaena did not act this way, so perhaps Rhaella’s defiance and abruptness came from her father and the dragons. It was a question that plagued Alicent’s mind often, especially during moments like these.

“Sweetling, you are not Visenya,” Alicent finally looked her daughter in the eye. “You will claim a dragon, I have no doubt.” Rhaella’s dragon egg that was placed in her cradle turned to stone, same with Aemond’s. Thankfully, her eldest son, Aegon, did have his own dragon within his cradle. Rhaella and Aemond both complained about their lack of a dragon; Rhaella expressed to her mother constantly that she will be weak in this world without one.

“There are no dragons to claim here,” Rhaella’s resolve began to crumble. “Mother, I want to be like my brothers.”

Alicent’s heart was heavy as she watched Rhaella cover her face with her hand, her shoulders trembling. “I just want to be strong.”

“My king, your firstborn daughter is too rebellious for her studies,” Alicent is out of options, scrambling for one last attempt to make her daughter turn to more ladylike hobbies. She grits her palms into fists as she paces around the King’s chambers. “Just this morning, I have found Rhaella dressed in her brother’s training attire.”

King Viserys looked up from his makeshift Valyrian structure and lets out a small laugh. “Rhaella is young, and she is acting like Rhaenyra when she was that age as well. My sweet wife, she will outgrow this…”

As he talks, Alicent frowns at the mention of Rhaenyra’s name. Just the other day, Rhaenyra mentioned the prospect of marrying her eldest son, Jacaerys Velaryon, to Rhaella. Alicent quickly admonished the proposal, but Viserys seemed to beam at it. Uniting House Targaryen, he called it. But Alicent knew Jacaerys, his true parentage. She saw it, the court saw it, but Viserys remained blind. Alicent would not taint her daughter’s blood with the blood of a bastard. She resists the urge to bite her nails.

“Viserys, I worry,” Alicent’s voice cracks, stopping in her tracks. Her brown eyes study Viserys as it sinks in for him. “Rhaella is not just rebellious, Viserys. She’s rebellious because she is scared.” Alicent’s hand grasp her throat, as if to keep her shaky breaths in.

“Scared of what, my dear?”

“She has no dragon! With a dragon, she could, perhaps, turn to dragon riding to quell her unladylike passions!” Alicent’s voice rose. Viserys set down his tools, brows furrowing.

“Might I suggest she do an amount of studies with me?” Viserys asks, searching Alicent’s eyes. “You already know of my knowledge of our Valyrian history and what is expected of a Valyrian woman. I could turn her towards the right path for a lady of her station.”

Alicent’s hand falls from her throat and she tilts her head up towards the ceiling, as if to ask the Gods to give her an answer.

“I do not see another choice, my king.” She relents, now staring at her husband, regret immediately setting into her bones.

“Very well. Send her to my chambers,” Viserys picks up his tools again; Alicent leaves without a word, biting her tongue and clenching her hands into fists.

“You asked to see me, father?”

Rhaella stands in the doorway to her father’s chambers. She could count the number of conversations she has had with her father, just the two of them, on one hand. Her mother had forced her to change out of her brother’s training attire and into a dark green dress. Her mother had also ordered a handmaiden to brush the nest that is Rhaella’s hair. The handmaiden did succeed, and also managed to add delicate twists in Rhaella’s long hair.

“Yes, my dear girl. Come,” Viserys beckons from his chair, and Rhaella steps towards him, her large book on learning High Valyrian in her arms.

“Father, why am I here?” Rhaella almost frowns, and Viserys suddenly sees a glimpse of a younger Rhaenyra in his daughter. Both fiery as the Seven Hells, both stubborn, both unafraid. Viserys feels a shred of melancholy before shoving it away.

“Your mother has asked me to assist you in your studies. As it seems you do not wish to partake in them,” Viserys motions Rhaella to sit next to him, and she does.

“I do not wish to study, I wish to fly on dragon back and eat lemon cakes,” Rhaella declares, letting her book fall on the table with a thud. “I already told mother the same.”

“My dear girl, your dragon egg turned to stone in your crib,” Viserys laments. “It is a tragedy to befall a Targaryen, but alas, it does happen.”

“It happened to Aemond,” Rhaella agrees, “but I want to try and claim one. After I do so, I will then travel Westeros and perhaps cross the Narrow Sea.”

“Where would you like to go to in Westeros?” Viserys asked.

Rhaella paused in concentration. “Perhaps the North. I read about the Wall, and the mysteries that lay beyond it.”

“Well,” Viserys chuckled. “Do you know anything else about the North? It’s people, their customs, and that dragons cannot cross the Wall?”

“I knew about dragons and their refusal to cross the Wall, but the people…” Rhaella trailed off. “No, father.”

“One of the most important things a highborn lady must do,” Viserys leaned back in his chair so he could study his daughter. “Is to learn about the world around them. Learn the houses, the people, their strengths, and customs so that knowledge can be passed down.” Viserys motions towards his miniature model of Old Valyria.

“Not all the knowledge we have gained from our ancestral homeland is from men, you know,” Viserys says, quietly. “Without women, there would be no men. Without women, we would not be here, as that would mean no Daenys Targaryen. Our line would be lost amongst the sea and fire.

If you want to be a dragon rider, Rhaella, you must learn the language of our ancestors. Learn the ways of Westeros and its people. You must show me that you are ready to claim a dragon.

Then, perhaps you may go to Dragonstone yourself and attempt what Targaryens are destined to do.”

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Headcanons about Law having a fixation on your breasts.

Warnings: smut, fem reader

Originally Written May 17th, 2023

I know generally whenever people ask “what do you think Law’s favorite body part on his s/o is” the answer is usually thighs or hands…. However…. Hear me out… Law with a boob fixation (that felt so stupid to type lol)

But anyway.. like…. If you’re alone with him, sitting in his lap or laying in bed with him, he just like… gently grabs one, holds it or kinda runs his thumb around it. But then he just gets worse.

They’d become like fleshy stress balls to him, but he’d never be harsh, no. He’d start with just holding it to squishing it and squeezing occasionally. Then they turn into his pillows. He lays his head on your soft mounds, actually getting some sleep for once as he listens to your heartbeat.

And I’m only adding this since it’s more relatable for me, but: if you had larger breasts? He’d only be a thousand times worse. More space to grab onto, more skin to squish between his tattooed fingers. More plushness for laying his head on. He’d then start holding them in his hands before letting them drop, absolutely mesmerized by the way they bounce.

He’d suddenly act different whenever you wore tighter shirts; others may not notice it, but Law can find every line in the shape of them, where they curve at the bottom and where exactly your sensitive buds would be. And if he can see the outline of your nipples through your shirt? He’d go feral.

If you did that, he’d also tease you for it, discreetly putting a hand around one side of your chest when nobody’s looking, and he pinches and pulls at your nipples, quickly pulling his hands away so you’d be left desperate eventually.

He’d absolutely love it when you ride him, being able to watch as they bounce with every little jump you make with your hips. He’d especially love when he grabs your hips and slams you down onto him, and they bounce around with more force than before. If he’s the one above you, he’ll have you on your back, chest completely exposed to him as they jiggle with every thrust of his cock. He’ll bury his face in them when he cums, his breath hot and wet against the soft skin as he regains his composure.

Which then brings me to my last two points: sucking on them and shoving his cock between them. The first time he buries his face into them while cumming, he accidentally falls in a way that his mouth lands over your nipple, and they get brushed with his wet lips. You let out a different kind of moan, raising your chest as you do so to try and get his mouth back on you. From then on, he’ll become obsessed with sucking on your breasts. Whether it’s teasingly flicking your nipples with his tongue before sucking on them, or softly biting into the skin and marking your breasts. He loves to see the way they’re left so red and wet, covered in his love bites as your nipples look painfully abused, but in reality, it feels amazing to you.

Now… before I get to the titty-fucking, I have a weird ass fun fact to go along with the sucking. Supposedly, if someone sucks on a woman’s breasts regularly enough, they can start producing milk… now I don’t know how true it is but I’ve seen it in random posts before (one I can specifically remember was a Reddit AITA where the girl was like “AITA for not wanting my boyfriend to suck my nipples anymore after they started producing milk?” 💀) but ANYWAY…. If that did happen, it would only drive Law more feral.

And now with that weird ass bit being out of the way, my last point: There’s two ways to go about fucking his cock between your breasts. One way is for you to be laid on your back, with him kneeling above your torso as he lowers his hips into them, forcing you to keep them squished together with your hands while he thrusts into them, and he ends up cumming a little too quickly the first time he tries this. The way his seed lands on your lips and (if he moves away quickly enough) all over your soft chest, is enough to make him want to go for another round of using your breasts to get himself off.

The other way is for him to be sat in a chair with you on your knees, your chest leaning into him as you hold his cock between them, bouncing on your ankles to jerk him, kissing his tip or giving him kitten licks with every thrust upward. This way, he can thrust up into your lips and you’ll gladly take him into your mouth, swallowing everything he has to offer.

So… anyway… I got carried away which probably says a lot more about how I feel about it rather than what I think Law would feel 😭 but is it so wrong to just want Law’s tattooed fingers pinching and pulling on them, groping them whenever he can??