#ALREADY TYING MY HAIR BACK AS WE SPEAK

[macabrecake]

commission fanart WIP I’m trying not to just draw a Dante with brown hair

[nicka-nell]

How they act when they have a crush on you

Pairing: Atsumu x, Suna x, Kuroo x, Ushijima x, Daichi x, Hinata x, Iwaizumi x, Oikawa x reader

Warning: fluff, mdni

Part 1 | Part 2 (end)

A total bully. Constantly in teasing mode.

Whether it’s in class and he throws little paper balls at your head, pulls your hair while you’re tying your shoes in the gym, or “borrows” your homework to copy it and give you your notebook back with a scrabbly drawing next to your exercises.

Atsumu takes every free opportunity to pick on you, thinking that you take it as a form of pleasant affection.

You’re chatting with some friends in sports class when you get hit in the back of the head with a ball. It wasn’t a powerful throw. In fact, you barely felt it, but you know immediately who the ball came from when you turn around with a grim expression and see the wide-grinning blond Miya brother running towards you. “Sorry sweetheart. But ya were standing in my throwing lane.” he grins and picks up the ball. Oh, how you’d love to hit him in the face with the ball.

After school you just want to go home, the umbrella is already open as it is pouring like hell, when you feel two strong hands snatching the umbrella from your hands. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sure ya won’t have a problem if I borrow the umbrella, will ya?” Atsumu smirks at you again, already holding the umbrella in his hands so that he doesn’t get wet. You’re next to him, but half your body still gets wet as you try to take the umbrella away from him. “Hey, I’m a damn superb athlete. Can’t risk it to get sick,” he complains, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him so that you don’t get completely wet. You walk home together for quite a while until Atsumu leads in the opposite direction to his own home. With your umbrella, of course. You can prepare yourself to arrive home soaked and chilled. Awesome.

Atsumu would never think of telling you that he has a crush on you. He assumes that you already know this and that you also have feelings for him, but are too shy to tell him.

When a guy invited you out for ice cream and you agreed, Atsumu complained to Osamu. Osamu first had to make it clear to him that you two are definitely not a couple and that you certainly don’t assume that he has feelings for you, because Atsumu is also just an asshole towards you.

Atsumu interrupts you sulking while you’re eating ice cream with the guy, completely ignores this dude and tells you that you shouldn’t eat ice cream with other guys because he likes you and it annoys him when you do things with other guys who aren’t him.

Suna is probably more of a secret, very laid-back admirer who takes things rather slowly.

He doesn’t behave any differently towards you in everyday life. That’s why it’s not obvious to outsiders that he has feelings for you. Even for you.

You’re in the same circle of friends. He’s not particularly jealous when you talk to other men. Possibly also because he knows exactly what he has to offer and is convinced of himself to a healthy degree.

But after a while, you notice that he’s more interested in you. He always likes your pictures on social media. Sometimes he comments on them with emojis. A fiery heart, or a smiley looking mischievously to the side, or even a smiley with heart eyes. Sometimes he also speaks to you directly about your pictures.

Rarely does he tease you.

“Saw your picture yesterday. Looked good,” he says calmly, his legs up against the wall as he lies on his back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge of it as he looks at his phone in his hands. You’re sitting on the floor with your back against his bed, still finishing up a few things for your group work for school, when you look sideways at him. “Thank you, that was with Tsumu. We played CoD,” you answer him. “A game date?” he replies with an almost arrogant look, still scanning you from his casual position as you shake your head and roll your eyes. Suna wouldn’t admit it, but deep down, he’s glad you denied his question.

Your free classes are for learning. But sometimes you use them to just relax, chat or do nothing. While one or two of you are studying in the school's common room, you approach Suna, who is sitting on a bench with Atsumu and Osamu. Both boys are looking at Suna’s phone, who’s playing a game, when you approach him and ask curiously what he’s doing. All three boys look at you before Suna grabs your hand and casually pulls you onto his lap while resting his head on your shoulder. His hands are around your waist while his phone is in his hands in front of you. “It’s a new mobile game that came out. It’s based on a webtoon,” he answers, still focused on his phone.

Suna would probably confess his feelings to you first. However, his confession is rather spontaneous.

For example, in a store when you buy some fruit sticks on the way back home and he also pays for your stick. Outside, you tell him that he didn’t have to do that and that you can pay for it yourself, but out of the blue, he just tells you that he did it because he likes you. “So what does it matter? I did it because I like you. So bad?”

Like Atsumu, Kuroo is someone who would tease you to get your attention. But not in that childish way with paper balls in your hair.

But at the same time, Kuroo would also help you and is very attentive.

In sports class, you are currently learning the basics of basketball - how to dribble, make a lay-up and so on - before your sports teacher tells you to practice on your own for the next 30 minutes. Kuroo grins at you and throws you the ball. “Do you think you can beat me in a one-on-one?” he smirks, knowing full well that you can’t. Nevertheless, you accept his challenge, start to play and quickly lose the ball. “You need to be less stiff. Try to move with the ball. And... try to keep the ball at about waist height when you dribble,” Kuroo says as he dribbles past you to make a smooth 3-pointer. 

You’re sitting on a bench in the shadows during your break. It’s a hot summer day and you just want to get somewhere where there’s air conditioning. “You should drink more. It’s pretty hot today and you’re not an oryx antelope that can go without water for long,” says Kuroo, who suddenly stands next to you at the bench and holds out a small bottle of water.

He always acts so tough around others, but he cares about the people who are important to him.

Would he tell you that he has feelings for you? Probably not, but at some point you would notice it yourself and ask him casually. 

If you asked him about it, he’d start off by rambling and beating around the bush, but then eventually admit to having feelings for you.

Ushijima would probably behave the same way towards you as he usually does. At least that’s what he thinks.

But you can actually see him looking in your direction from time to time and subconsciously observing you.

He also subconsciously thinks of you, asking Tendou, for example, whether he could imagine that you might also like certain things.

In class, you are all already in the classroom waiting for the teacher, while you talk to Semi about the new shop next to the school and Tendou tries to tell Ushijima about the latest manga he has read. Tendou quickly realizes that Ushijima isn’t paying any attention to him, but that his gaze is instead wandering toward you and Semi. “Wakatoshi? Were you even listening to me?” Ushijima barely visibly flinches, noticing that his thoughts were somewhere else when he looks over at Tendou again. “Can you lend me the magazine? They always have such interesting promotions on the last page,” he says, completely forgotten that his attention was still on you earlier. Unlike Tendou, who purses his lips and narrows his eyes.

“Uhhh, tell me, did you watch the new K-Drama series? The one with the lawyers and the forensic scientist? Mmmh, the lawyer’s secretary is sooo cute!” Tendou chants as he walks with Ushijima towards the gym for training. “No. Do you think Y/n would like the series? She likes watching these things, doesn’t she?” Ushijima asks dryly, not realizing that he’s only thinking about you again. “Mmm, I don’t know, maybe you two should watch the series,” Tendou replies, hoping to finally get a little more out of Ushijima, but he doesn’t respond to his statement anymore.

It would take so long for Ushijima to realize that he has feelings for you. Whether he finds out on his own, because he realizes that this rapid heartbeat is not because of his “suddenly worsening condition”, or because Tendou gives him a few clues to think about his feelings for you.

However, Ushijima would tell you as soon as he recognized it for himself. But not with a bouquet of flowers and a romantic dinner.

No, he would simply ask you at the next opportunity, if you were interested in him, because he is pretty sure that his interest in you goes beyond friendship. Not caring if you were alone or around friends during his confession.

Sawamura is a little gentleman. He would show his kind of affection through small things. The typical “act of kindness”.

Whether it’s opening the door, holding your school bag while you put on your jacket, or simply walking home together, even if it means a ten-minute diversions for him.

“Ah damn...” you curse quietly as you sit in your seat in the classroom and realise that you’ve forgotten your pencil case at home. “Dai-“ you’re turning around to ask Sawamura if he can lend you a pencil only to see him holding one out to you already, with a slight smile on his face. “Thank you.” You whisper quietly and turn back to the front.

You’re on your way home after a pretty exhausting day at school. All of you stayed a little longer in the school library today to study for your final exams. So it’s already dark when you go home and you’re upset about not bringing a jacket. “Here. Next time you should remember to pack something warm. You never know when it might rain and the temperature could drop,” Sawamura says calmly, holding out the jacket he wears for volleyball training. He himself is still wearing his school uniform jacket. After all, he doesn’t want to catch a cold. You gratefully accept the sports jacket and put it over your shoulders. Sawamura wouldn’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind if you forgot your jacket next time as well, and wore his instead, because seeing you in his way too big jacket somehow makes his heart beat faster.

Sawamura would think long and hard about whether to confess his feelings to you, because he wouldn’t want to ruin the friendship between you. But in the end, he would be the one to confess his feelings to you first, in the hope that you would return them.

Unlike Ushijima, however, he would do it at a moment that suits him. For example, when the two of you are alone, on the way home together, in a quiet and laid-back environment and a relaxed atmosphere.

Hinata is so clumsy and although he tries to hide his feelings a little bit and keep them under control, even a blind man would understand how much he has a crush on you.

As soon as you enter the room, he gets all nervous and his vocabulary suddenly shrinks so much that it feels like it only consists of 30 words.

Even if Hinata appeared nervous towards you, he would never be someone who would tease you or have a cheeky remark on his lips. Nor would he ignore you. He would also be the cheerful and friendly whirlwind towards you, just a little awkward. He would try to support you, even if it was just carrying the bench in the gym together with you.

“H-hi,” Hinata stutters and turns away, glowing red in the face, as you smile at him and greet him too. “I’ve brought water for myself,” he says with a smile and holds out a water bottle to you. You give him an irritated look, but then giggle. “For you? Yes, that’s nice, but why are you giving it to me?” you ask and notice Hinata blushing again. He’s probably embarrassed right now. But you think it’s cute. “Eh, I mean for you. You. I’ve got my bottle here! See? It’s even full!” he says and reaches for the bottle in the side of his bag, wanting to shake it to show you that it’s full. But instead, he presses down on the bottle and splashes the water on his face. You giggle, but reach into your own gym bag and pull out a small towel to put on Hinata’s wet head so he can dry off. A gesture that is probably too much for his nerves right now.

Tired after his hard and long volleyball training with Kageyama, Hinata is just about to get on his bike and ride home when he sees you sitting at the bus stop in the dark. A little confused, he asks you what you are still doing here at this time of night when you tell him that you missed your bus."Then come on, I’ll drive you home!" he says with a cheerful smile and you don’t even have the chance to say no. Because you’re already sitting on the front of his handlebars while he pedals his bike and takes you home. He doesn’t seem to care that you live in the opposite direction to him and that it will take him even longer to get home, thanks to you. “Hold on tight, the Shouyou taxi is fast as lightning,” he says with a grin and drives you home.

With Hinata, it’s a fifty-fifty chance whether he confesses his feelings to you or not. Either he confesses them to you, but then because he babbles and the words just fall out of him with nervousness, or you tell him at some point that you have feelings for him.

If you are the one who confesses his feelings first, you can literally watch a fuse burn out in his head and how he is completely overwhelmed until he realizes what you have just told him.

Iwaizumi is similar to Sawamura. He would also shine through his act of kindness. Even if he would try to hide it coolly.

However, Iwaizumi also has a protective and slightly jealous side, especially when Oikawa gets the idea to flirt with you. He doesn’t like it when you feel uncomfortable or when other guys get too close to you.

“You shouldn’t carry such heavy things. You’ll damage your back,” Iwaizumi grumbles, before taking the bag with all the water bottles for the volleyball team from you and hanging it over his shoulder. “Hajime... I’m not five anymore... I can carry the bag by myself.” You answer him with a sigh. He’s a bit like your mum... far too caring. The only thing missing now is that he shouts after you in the morning to always bring a jacket so that you don’t freeze in the summer when it’s thirty degrees… “Never mind, I’ll carry the bag now...” he replies casually and turns his head away from you, but the tips of his reddish ears betray his coolness.

“Uuuhh my favorite manager is back” grins Oikawa, who runs up to you and hugs you as if you were best friends, but quickly lets go of you when he is hit in the back of the head with a ball. “Hey Shittykawa, leave her alone. We’re here to train, not to flirt with women. Especially not with our manager, you idiot!” Iwaizumi yells annoyed and approaches you both, while Oikawa tries to hide behind you. “Not my face, not my face!” Oikawa begs from behind you, leaning his head against your back. Iwaizumi tries to pull him away from you as the coach calls everyone together and demands their attention.

Iwaizumi would definitely be the first to tell you that he has feelings for you. But also alone, not in front of all your friends.

He would pull you aside, casually ask if you had a moment and just before he confessed his feelings to you. His tough determination would leave him and he would scratch the back of his neck until he got the words out almost sulkily, not looking you in the eye at first, before repeating his words with more determination, this time looking at you.

Oikawa would try to win your attention with every second.

Whether it’s in class because he offers to answer difficult questions and flaunts the answer to make himself look smart and strong in front of you, or whether it’s in training when he scores 5 points only with his serves.

Even your teacher doesn’t call you by name as often as Oikawa does when he wants your attention.

He also doesn’t like it when he sees you with other guys. He always pushes his way in between your conversations and tries to be close to you.

“Oh hey, Y/n-chan, what are you talking about right now?” he asks with feigned curiosity, his arms draped over your shoulders as he stares darkly into the eyes of the young guy in front of you. “Oh eh, we were talking about the new movie that airs tomorrow,” you reply, looking back over your shoulder at Oikawa, who suddenly looks at you with a smile, the dark expression completely gone. “A movie? Shall we go together?” He’s not really in the mood for the cinema, but if it means this guy leaves and Oikawa can spend more time with you, it’s a win-win.

Oikawa walks out of the changing room with a big grin on his face. Freshly showered and in everyday clothes after his team won the game against a neighboring team. “Did you see how many points I scored in that game? It’s amazing, isn’t it?” he asks, totally full of himself, as he puts his arm over your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “Yes... you really scored a lot of points. But Hajime was also really-“, ”Iwa-chan could only score so many points because I’m the best setter. Right? You saw that, didn’t you? How I pass the ball into Iwa-chan’s hand?" he interrupts you, almost as if it annoys him that you were about to praise his best friend. With a sigh, you just chuckle. “Mhh yes, that’s right. You’re really great.” you answer him and watch as his eyes sparkle even brighter and he happily presses you against his chest. “I knew you only had eyes for me, little birdy.”

Since Oikawa assumes that every woman likes him anyway, he also expects you to like him. Would he tell you that he has feelings for you? Maybe.

The fact that you two are always doing so much together and that he’s like a clingy puppy somehow blurs the line between friendship and relationship.

At some point, when a guy had asked for your number, Oikawa had then shouted loudly that the guy should leave his girlfriend alone. You looked at him in confusion and there was a brief, awkward silence until you asked him if by any chance he had feelings for you.

[jo-com]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆➛ Baby Fever

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: The three of you raised a child together, and for two years you guys kept it a secret, but after thinking it through, you guys decided that it was finally time to show your daughter to the world.

Genre: Fluff, throuple, pregnancy, overall adorable

words: 890

TW: just some sweet rotting fluff, some grammatical error, not proofread, google translated french cause i can't speak french, sorry if i wrote it wrong.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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After finding out that the three of you were pregnant, both Charles and Alex were over the moon—excited to meet their unborn baby. The baby hasn't even come out yet, but she/he has already been loved by all three of the parents.

Time had gone by easily; the once small bump in your tummy was now growing like crazy, it was like the size of a watermelon. Your back hurts like hell whenever you stand up but lucky for you, you had the most thoughtful girlfriend ever; always helping you up when you need to. Of course charles was also helpful but he was away most of the time leaving you and alex at home-- you didn't mind though, it was his passion and he loves it plus that's what keeps food at the table so yeah.

And just like that, nine months have passed; it felt like you were just pregnant yesterday and are now ready to give birth to the growing baby in your belly.

For nine whole months, both of them were supportive and caring throughout the whole pregnancy, always being there and staying by your side whenever you needed them.

...

"Are you sure you're ready, mon amour?" Charles asked, softly caressing the roof of your daughters hair.

"I am 100% sure, cha. I am ready to show Béatrice to the world, I think we kept her a secret for a long time now."

"We agree with you, mon cœur, but we just want you to be certain. We can still hide her from the rest and live this perfect little life of ours, just the four of us," Alex said with a worried tone. 

She grabbed your hand and intertwined it with hers, slowly brining it up her lips and softly kissing the top of your hand. "Nous nous inquiétons juste (we just worry). 

You softened at her touch and smiled. "I know you guys are worried, but I just want to show the world the love of my life and that I am living my best life with the two most important people in the world."

Charles and Alex looked at you with awe. They too want to show others the perfect life you guys have; they just worry that some people won't agree with what the three of you have. But they love that you're always optimistic about things, seeing the bright side of even the worst situations.

...

The very next day, you guys decided to watch one of Charles's races, of course, bringing Béatrice along with you.

Charles was already in the paddock, doing practice laps, leaving you, Alex, and your daughter to get ready.

"Are you ready to go, ma belle?" Alex asked, peeking her head in the door frame.

"One sec, love, I am just tying her shoelaces," you replied, tying the knots of her shoes and styling them up like a little bow.

"And....done!" Alex smiled at your adorableness and walked towards to where you and béatrice sat.

Alex was now standing beside you, helping you to carefully stand up. "You look so gorgeous, mon amour," she said, resting her hands on both your waists and slowly leaning closer to give you a kiss. 

You leaned in to the kiss, your hands travelling to rest on her shoulder.

"Maman, ouf (ew)," béatrice said, making you guys break the kiss and look at your daughter. Her tiny nose scrunched up to a frown. She was trying to look disgusted, but with her chubby cheeks, it was hard to tell; she looked like a bunny trying to twitch her nose. Alex only giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Tu es juste jaloux (you're just jealous)." "No!" your daughter argued, standing up and lightly smacking Alex's leg. Alex then picked her up and tickling her side making béatrice giggle out loud.

Y/n smiled contentedly, her heart feeling so full of love--there's nothing more heartwarming than the sight in front of her. 

"Ok break it up you two, we have to go now"

Alex smiled and put their daughter down. "Yes, ma'am!."

...

The three of you walked hand in hand in the paddock, earning a few quite shocked faces and jaws dropping from the sudden pressence of your guys's daughter. 

Charles spotted you guys and excused himself from the interviewer. He then quickly made his way to you guys.

"Ma vie, you made it" He said cheerfully; he smiled from ear to ear and just couldn't keep it on how happy he was that you guys were there. 

"We didn't want to miss it, béatrice Je voulais soutenir son père (wanted to support her daddy)" you said, caressing his broad shoulder.

Charles couldn't contain his excitement and kissed the two of you on the cheek. 

...

Throughout the day, you guys were bombarded with questions to which you politely replied. 

All the cameras were pointed directly at your daughter; there were people who were supportive, and there were just some who weren't, and it was alright with you guys. The only thing that mattered was that your baby was the life of the paddock; everyone turned their heads whenever she passed by, earning a few aws and coos from around the pit.

"I am glad we did this," you said, intertwining Alex's hands with yours. 

"Me too," she answered, resting her head on your shoulders.

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Short fluff, idk hope this is good also😭😭, thanks for the love that you guys showed on my last post!! Really boosted my confidence in writing!!💋💋

[luveline]

Hey Jade~~~ your writing is such a treasure and a wonderful gift :) I was wondering if I could request a slightly whimsical reader recounting a suggestive dream to the marauders (your pick!) and they’re surprised and bewildered bc wow didn’t know her subconscious was that freaky

ty for requesting!! mdni suggestive theme

“I didn’t tell you about my dream.” 

Remus is gathering a discarded game of poker off of the table into his hands when you speak. He’s ninety nine percent sure that Sirius’ deck has about ten aces in it. He’s going to count them before he makes his case. “You did not,” he says. 

You kneel beside him, not helping, not doing much of anything besides breathing. You’ve always been so peaceful. Remus likes it. It rubs off on him; your presence calms the worst of his rampant self-loathing. 

“You were there.” 

“That’s nice. Did I look like me?” he asks. 

“Exactly the same. Even the scar on your cheek.” 

That’s a new one. “Up to date, then, your subconscious.” 

“I think so. We were in the Leaky at first, and Sirius and Dorcas were there, too, but Dorcas had a fur coat on, which didn’t make much sense.” 

Dorcas is fiercely vegan. “That makes no sense at all,” Remus agrees. He’s counted three aces already. 

“But Sirius and Dorcas left eventually. Well, they didn’t leave, they just stopped being there, and you took me back to your flat for coffee.” 

“For coffee,” he repeats, finding a fourth ace and then, unsurprisingly, a fifth. For coffee tends to mean sex in your social circle, though he doubts that’s what it meant in the dream. Remus finds a sixth ace and starts to wonder where Sirius gets the nerve. 

“It was an exceptionally quick cup of coffee.” You speak in your usual calm, quiet tone, no added inflection as you continue, “because then you said something about ravishing me, and it was all very explicit.” You give him a rather fond smile and brush the hair from his face. “You’re usually very good at ravishing, of course, but you’ve never tied me up before. Well, not in person.” 

Remus forgets the aces immediately. He feels as though he’s been struck, somehow, an achy, warm heat blossoming in his stomach as you tuck his hair behind his ear, rubbing a thumb pad over his cheek. “You dream about me tying you up?” he asks.

You shrug. “Sometimes. I think it’s the cheese we had, you know? Cheese can make you dream all sorts of things.” 

“And the ravishing?” 

“That’s not entirely unusual,” you confess. 

Remus laughs to himself and pulls you in with a practised arm behind your back, the two of you snug in the space between the coffee table and Sirius’ uncomfortable sofa. “You should tell me more about these dreams.” 

“I’ve told you the gist of them. They aren’t so different from reality, only with more of your neckties involved.” 

“I always thought we’d find use for them.”

“But then Sirius was there again and he was wearing the fur coat.” 

Remus sighs, even as your weight rests against his side, restoring some balance to the universe you’ve just rocked. “That’s terrible.”

“I’m going to tell him about my dream. Maybe he has furs I don’t know about.” 

“You aren’t going to tell him about the whole of the dream, though, right?” You’re notably quiet. “Right?” 

“Right, Remus. I’ll keep all the details for you, selfish boy.” 

[starrluvs]

I have a request! How about a scenario where we have a very ugly and strong argument with Bi-han, but later he comes back to apologize and let us take it out on him for treating us so badly?

(I just want some agressive sex/rage sex/fury sex with this man)

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘/𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗

cw: fem reader, married couple, piv sex, bi-han is a little rough, reader cant stand bi-han's attitude tbh, angry sex, make up/apology sex, fighting for dominance, cock drunk reader, mentions of bi-han dirty talking in cantonese creampie, bi han and reader are both sassy/petty little shits that still love each other, and i think that's it! minors dni please!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: wow idk why this took me so long, but i kinda like this one ;) ... ty for this idea, nonnie <3 i also want to mention that the mention of bi-han speaking/dirty talking in cantonese was heavily inspired by a headcanon i seen from @bihansthot ! anyways, enjoy!!

silent treatment was without a doubt something that bi-han absolutely loathed. he truly believed it’d be better off if you were to scream your lungs out at him instead. but getting a cold shoulder and silent treatment from you was something his ego couldn’t handle. had anybody else dared to ignore his presence the way you had these past forty-eight hours, he’d probably have them executed after the first five minutes of this frivolous behaviour. but you, his wife, was a different case.

bi-han couldn’t discipline or punish you the way he would towards his students and lower ranked lin kuei ninjas. you were his wife– his equal –and this silent game of ‘who’s willing to crack first?’ was driving him mad, although he’d never admit that to anybody… yet.

the fabric of the towel was soft against your hands while you worked on drying out your hair. having just exited the shower, you were in nothing but a silk blue robe that complemented your husband's traditional colour scheme. just the thought of him made you scoff out loud and shake your head, who the hell did he think he was?, you thought to yourself. about two days ago, bi-han appeared to be grumpy when he arrived back at your shared compound after finishing his duties for the day. 

being the supportive wife you were, you tried to talk to your husband, ask him if he needed anything from you, or even tried to see if he would be vocal about what was bothering him. and much to your dismay, he lashed out on you as if you were some peasant who worked under him during the day– which you sure as hell weren't.

“leave me be. the last thing i need tonight is another insignificant fool blabbering in my ear constantly.” 

his voice was sharp when he walked past you and entered your shared bedroom. bi-han having miserable mood swings wasn’t something new, but he almost never verbally took out his stress on you– possibly because he knew better. truth be told, you were too tired for his attitude today and had no intentions of letting him ruin your peaceful afternoon. all you did was let out a ‘hmph’ that you purposely made loud enough for him to hear and continued in silence with the fruit you were cutting up for yourself in the kitchen.

ever since that transpired, you haven’t said a word to bi-han and completely ignored his presence, which made his blood run colder than it already was. he was a hard person to read when he kept his usual stoic expression, but deep down you knew he was aware of how frustrated you were with him. which is exactly what you wanted.

letting out a tired sigh, you look at yourself in the mirror and take time to fix up your hair before exiting the bathroom and arriving at your bed. as you sat in silence for a moment, you felt the temperature noticeably drop… he’s here. rolling your eyes, you decide to comfortably tuck yourself in on your side of the shared bed and warm yourself up from the chilly air.

however , your eyes never shut– not even when the door creaks open slowly and reveals your husband’s tall form. his demeanour didn’t seem to be as aggressive compared to how it was two days ago, which you were grateful for. but you still avoided eye contact with him and stared at the wall in silence, not wanting to be bothered. you knew your worth and refused to feed into your husband's ego, because you knew that it was already big enough… your thoughts came to a halt when you heard bi-han speak up. “your juvenile behaviour is astounding,” he scoffs, and you can damn near feel his eyes piercing into you. 

in response, you calmly grab your pillow and walk right past him, making your way to the living room. bi-han watches you settle yourself down on the couch as you lay down and begin to curl yourself up comfortably. all he does is release a sigh from his lips, contemplating on what his next course of action should be. bluntly calling you childish probably wasn’t the best thing to say after two days of neither of you talking to each other, but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking his mind.

deep down he knew he’d have to put his pride and ego aside to resolve this. he was the eldest of three sons, a powerful and deadly assassin, the grandmaster of the lin kuei– and yet here he was, allowing silent treatment from his wife to get under his skin. letting out a stubborn groan, bi-han made his way towards you and knelt down on the mat so that he was at face level with you on the couch. 

he calls out your name in the softest way he could, hoping you would turn to him. but he clearly failed to get your attention as you didn’t say anything back. his small whim of patience had already run out, “do you insist on telling me what your problem is?” this time his tone sounded more cold and gruff, as usual. rolling your eyes once again for the night, you turn to bi-han and finally speak to him, “last i recall, i was just a mere insignificant fool blabbering in your ear when i tried to talk,” he could've sworn your tone was sassy, sarcastic and authoritative all at once– as if you were just waiting to bite at him.

if he was being honest, it’s one of the many things he found so attractive about you. the way you didn’t take shit from anybody– not even himself –made bi-han fall hard for you… he needed a strong willed woman by his side. but moments like this proved to be a form of self realisation. the only people who would ever dare to talk back to him were just you and his brothers. he was so used to everyone following his lead and command, it was almost… refreshing, to have somebody stand their ground.

the glare and frown you had on your face was something you were far too beautiful for. bi-han closed his eyes and inhaled as calmly as possible, trying to collect his words and choose them wisely. “what i said to you that day was regrettable–” you cut him off before he could continue, “and?,” you were already unimpressed with his words, “it’s not like there’s anything you can say to take it back.” your husband must’ve known that just words alone wasn’t going to solve this. 

“i understand that, but,” his cold hand gently grasps your arm, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body. “perhaps there’s something i can do to make amends for what i’ve done?”

and now you’re here, back on your shared bed, taking out your own frustration above bi-han on his cock. you had your hands planted on bi-han’s chest as you bounced up and down his shaft, “fuck..!” your voice lost that sting it previously had, making bi-han grow a prideful grin on his face. “still trying to put me in my place?” your husband’s taunting only made you feel more agitated than you already were. with an attempt to keep your moan in, you bite down on your lower lip and snake your hands up to bi-han’s neck, keeping a slight grip. “s-shut– ngh!– up…” the movement of your hips refused to come to a halt, forcing bi-han to lay back and stay below you.

it felt like a battle for dominance between the two of you. two hard headed (and sometimes ignorant) lovers trying to prove to each other how much power they had over one another. bi-han was confident that you knew how easily he could overpower you in terms of strength, but decided to let you have your little wish of ever taking control over him. looking down at him, his chest was covered in sweat and his ears and cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink. though you’d have to admit that your hands around his neck were a great touch. it felt as if there was a surge of power and control coursing through you.

apart from his occasional groans, the cryomancer stayed silent as he watched your voluptuous body on top of his. noticing your lover’s face contort in pleasure, you can’t help but spew out more words, “yeah… did you r-really, ah!, think that i would tolerate that b-behaviour from y– f-fuck!,” before you could finish blurting out what you wanted to, bi-han had gripped your hips hard enough to stop your movements as he fucked up into you, making you cry out at the sudden surprise of pleasure he was bringing you.

the grandmaster only chuckled. he found your sounds pitiful, “you talk too much.”  from the way his cock was jackhammering into you, it proved too difficult to spit out any sort of petty comment towards him. the speed of his thrusts made your body feel limp and your husband took note of this from the moment you slumped down, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his voice was dangerously close to your ear from this angle, “mmm…such an incompetent attempt of being in control,” your pride disallowed you from letting out any moans, “fuck.. y-you..!” hearing how slurred your words were only made bi-han scoff.

your attempts at keeping composure were becoming futile and bi-han knew how close you were to cumming around his length with the way your pussy tightened and gripped him like a vice. “i can feel how close you are, love,” bi-han stops his thrusts but keeps himself fully buried inside of you. before you could get the chance to protest or whine, the cryomancer speaks up. “i have no intention of letting you cum until you accept my apology.” the expression he held was smug while he secured your waist with that same grip he had before, making you unable to move your hips. 

you’d been so focused on taking out your frustration on him that you forgot the whole point of this was him trying to make amends for how he lashed out on you. truthfully, you would’ve purposely told your husband that he’d have to take you out on a fancy date in order for you to accept his apology… but you already felt so fucked out from how his cold cock was abusing your insides just moments ago. you were so close, and you needed that coil in your stomach to snap. “fuck, i forgive you– okay? just let me cum already, pleaseee–!” bi-han groans in response and glides a cold finger to press on your clit, making you shiver in pleasure at how swollen and sensitive your bud feels. without any more wasted time, the grandmaster delivers his quick thrusts from underneath you once again and rubs fast circles on your clit.

the feeling of everything was becoming overwhelming, “ahh– ‘s good! it f-feels so g– ngh!” your mind was clouded with lust and each sentence you tried to complete ended up failing to connect coherently. there were words that left bi-han’s mouth, but you could barely decipher what he was saying with the way your heart beat drummed in your ears– 

it was in that moment, your cries echoed in the room as you pulsed around his cock, gushing around his member. bi-han reduced the speed of his thrusts while trying to help you ride out your high. once you finally come back down from your bliss, you feel your husband's cold, rough hands manhandle you and flip the position that you two were in. you were now layed on your back as bi-han towered over you, parting your legs and easing between them. 

being able to admire your body with the positions swapped felt so refreshing to bi-han. watching the way your breasts heaved up and down with short breaths… the way your skin was coated with sweat, resulting in your hair being out of place from its presentable manner you previously had it in. and being able to see your juices not only coating his cock– but also the inside of your thighs. seeing your slick trickle down to the mattress… gods, you were so beautiful like this. 

bi-han couldn’t waste any more precious time just observing when you were unintentionally inviting him to ravish you even more than he already has. the cryomancer grabs your leg and hooks it over his shoulder as he positions himself enough to easily slide his cock into your pussy. being filled up again made your walls flutter– you wanted to be here forever, just taking his cock while it stuffed you full. to no surprise, bi-han’s thrusts were rough as he began to chase his own high.

your moans never came to an end and were only received as noises to push bi-han further. the cryomancer decides to place a grip on both of your legs this time and leans closer, pinning your knees right by your ears and increasing the force of his thrusts. your folded position had you seeing stars as bi-han’s cock was angled even deeper than before. the way his tip kissed your sweet spot again and again– you could no longer stop your tongue from lolling out, followed by drool rolling down from your mouth.

bi-han snickers, “all of that attitude earlier…” he moves closer to your face and his nose touches yours, “just to be reduced to a cock hungry vixen beneath me– shit!” your husband spits out, feeling how your walls clenched around him from his harsh words. even if you were able to coherently speak, you would never admit how much of a mess you become when bi-han works his cock inside of you…

the grandmaster felt himself becoming dangerously close to his climax, and you felt it with the way his rock hard cock twitched inside of you. his volume started to increase and his grunts became shallow moans that he desperately tried to hold back. noticing this, you use the last bit of your energy to purposely squeeze hard around him, clamping your pussy around his cock as if you were trying to keep it all for yourself. the unexpected action made bi-han lace out a loud string of swears and words in his mother tongue. although you didn’t quite understand what he was saying, you were aware that they were phrases he only used in scenarios like this, making you assume that only vulgar words were leaving his mouth.

the roles were reversed now– this time he was the one hiding his face in the crook of your neck with your lips right by his ear. his hips started to stutter and lose the rhythm it previously had. letting out a lustful hum, you speak into his ear, “inside… haah– c-come on..! fuckin’ fill me up, please!” hearing your voice spew out these words was enough to do it– he filled you to the brim with his seed.

you made sure to milk him dry, taking every drop that he had to offer you. both of you laid there, completely fucked out and exhausted– his body was still slouched over yours while he took time to catch his breath. very slowly, he pulled his cock out of you and planted a peck on your lips, “in no other realm would i have imagined reciting vows with a woman that carried such a flame and sharp tongue,” he leans down and places yet another kiss to your swollen lips, 

“yet i could never imagine falling in love with anybody else…”

[grimm-writings]

OH SHIT I BETTER SEND THIS IN QUICK uhhh can i get some dr. ratio or screwllum cuddling/general fluff? im very tired and i think that could fix me

- i think you know who this is 💜

warmth

…ft! dr. ratio, screwllum x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, lotsa snuggling!!!!, non sexual nudity (ratio)

…wc! 323; 412; = 735

…notes! MY FRIEND I KNOW YOU!!!! ❣️ty for the request here it is!!! small and cute <3 also!! give it up for the new character banners!!! lmk if you liiiike <3

Veritas Ratio

“Care to join me?”

Veritas’s voice reaches your ears.  You glance up at him, his figure relaxed in his bathtub through the bathroom door.  His head is thrown back to look back at you.

“Sorry?” You clarify, folding a book closed over your thumb.

“You’re exhausted, evidently, seeing as how you haven’t moved on from that page in a number of minutes.”

Your face flushes in embarrassment.  Nothing can get past your lover’s keen observations.

No use in arguing, you rationalise that Veritas has a point (like always).  You slip off your clothes and join him in the bathtub.  His hands land on your shoulders and rub down reassuringly.  He’s welcoming you to relax – surprisingly tender, gentle.

As he rubs in some body wash, Veritas’s voice sinks you further into relaxation; “care to explain why you’ve been neglecting your rest?”

“It’s not like I’ve been wanting to,” you reply.

“That doesn’t answer my query, love.”

You sigh as you feel Veritas kiss the top of your head.  You explain everything – your stresses as of late, and the overwhelming urge to just sleep forever.  You’re so tired.

He hums in thought, violet hair falling in front of coral eyes.  Oddly unmanaged in such an intimate place.  “We can figure out some ways to rectify that later.  For now, allow me to take care of you.  Is that alright?”

A small giggle slips from your lips – Veritas is always asking permission.  If you were anyone else, he wouldn’t be so soothing.  It’s nice to know that you were special in that way.  A warmth teasing to consume you whole as Veritas washes and rinses you down.

Yes, and it shall continue to grow as you are entangled in sheets later, his strong arms wrapped around your body.  Rest.  What was once unfamiliar becomes so easy with Veritas helping you.

You are inclined to believe that you had the best sleep of your life that night.

Screwllum

“Would I really be all that comfortable?”

“Oh shush, you’re plenty comfortable.”

Screwllum sighs (or at least makes a similar sound to one) at your refusal to accept that he might not be the greatest snuggle partner in the world.  It’s no secret that he’s a gentleman in every sense of the word, but something like cuddling…

You can’t say he doesn’t try, resting your head on your chest and a hand in your hair.  He pets you softly as another arm is lazily resting over your back.  This way you wouldn’t really feel any metal underneath the layers of clothes.

“I hope you realise that I can feel how tense you are,” you hum from buried into the ruffles of Screwllum’s shirt.

“A-Apologies, I’m trying my best—”

“Are you nervous?”

As soon as you bring up the question, Screwllum’s already blank face seems to somehow blank more.  Even if he is inexpressive, the message speaks volumes.

Fans whir louder in the silence.

You can’t help but burst into giggles.  “I can’t believe it!  All ready to fluster me with hand kisses and whatnot, but you fall apart as soon as we lay together!”

Screwllum stutters, trying to find some way to acquire his dignity back.  “I just wish to please you… I’m not exactly the most popular choice for a romantic partner…”

“But you’re my choice,” you shoot back, leaning up to place a kiss on Screwllum’s face plate, the one where a mouth normally would be.  The fans only prove a traitor to Screwllum as they whir louder.

The genius can only silently accept his fate as you smother him with kisses all over his metal encasing.  “Dare I ask—” he’s cut off by one of your many mwahs!  “Why do you torture me so…?”

You lean back, resting your chin on Screwllum’s chest again with a satisfied grin.

“When you get all shy, you get toastier.”  You snuggle closer into a hug.  “This is why you’re the best cuddler – you warm me up!”

Screwllum doesn’t react at first save for the heat dispelling from his body.  Then dignified yet comfortable laughter slips through.  You feel something land on the top of your head.  You look up to see that your lover has placed his hat on your head and is ruffling your hair through it.

“Whatever will I do with you…?”  He asks aloud.

“Snuggle me, maybe.”  You cheekily grin.

Screwllum hums.  “Well, suppose I’ll just have to comply.”

[diwatopia]

★ amethyst ; poly!marauders.

info: fluff, poly!marauders x gn!reader, under 1k.

there's a slight burn to your scalp as you apply more bleach to the small chunks of your hair, all sectioned into four neat squares to make the process easier.

your gloved hands squeak as you continuously clamp and unclamp your fingers over your locks, rubbing in the solution to get your hair to the light blonde you desire but it becomes increasingly difficult as you reach the back of your head.

"whatcha' doing, dolly?" sirius chirps, head popping past the door frame to get a good look at your odd stature: one foot on the lid of the toilet, the other planted firmly on the tiled floor as you attempt to get the last strand towards the base of your skull.

"can you see if i got the roots towards the back?" voice huffing in frustration as you scratch your burning scalp.

sirius coos teasingly, kissing at your clean temple when you pout. "you missed a couple spots. got any extra gloves?" his voice softer than before with a sickly sweet expression that makes your brain all gooey and melty.

you nod dumbly, handing him a pair of black latex gloves and practically purr as he gently scratches at your scalp, ceasing all itching and burning with his magic touch.

"are the boys back too?" you ask, already hearing the two pairs of socked footsteps thud against the hardwood floors. you've got your answer.

"hi, sweetness!" james pipes up, head peeking round the corner alongside remus'.

you smile, lazily reaching for them but not enough to disturb sirius who's hard at work. "what color are we going for today, dovey?" remus asks with curiosity, grin matching yours as he rushes to grasp at your hand.

"not sure... i have two different colors but i need your help deciding," your lips tucked into an adorable pucker as you mull over which color to go with.

two boxes lay on the countertop, pink and purple hair dye that are basically close in color but completely different vibes. you glance over to the boys, more so at sirius due to the fact that he's the best styled out of the bunch.

"i think i'm leaning more towards purple but i asked marls and she said pink so now my brain's all in a twist..." you pout slightly.

silence falls, the only thing being heard is your phone playing music. sirius is the first to speak, "i think you should stick to purple, doll."

then a flurry of agreements can be heard from both remus and james as if they were waiting for sirius' opinion before speaking upon their own.

"agreed, purple suits your skin tone!" james speaks as if he's just happy to be here, starry-eyed with a dopey grin to match.

remus nods along with james, "and it doesn't seem like it's a royal purple, it's more of an amethyst. i think you'll look extra pretty, dove."

you flush pink, "purple's the way to go then," soft giggle bubbling past your throat.

★ diwa's notes: i'm actually not sure how i feel abt this one but ty for 300 (?) notes on "lovely"!!!

© hobietopia 2024.

[vscabarca]

Can we get one with reader x gavi going out with the team to eat and reader sitting on his lap but its all sweet and cute and pablo gets shy about it? Thank you!

Ballon d‘Or - pablo gavi

summary: you accompany gavi to the Ballon d‘Or ceremony.

genre: fluff

a/n: thank you anon for the request:3 I changed it up a bit because I have something similar already in my drafts, hope you still like it!

———

„hermano do you bring your girl to the ceremony?“ Pedri asked Gavi as they walked back from practice.

„Yeah I asked her to accompany me.“ Gavi already smiled shly when he thought about you meeting his teammates for the first time. He had been invited to the Ballon D‘Or ceremony, taking you with him as a plus one alongside other Barça players.

Gavi and you had been together for two months now, everything was still pretty fresh. You‘ve only met his closest friends like Pedri or Fermin when they came over to play Fifa.

It was your first time attending such an prestigious event. Additionally to that you would meet some of his team mates and friends, so you were already nervous the week before flying to Paris.

———

„hermosa we‘re gonna be late!“ Gavi shouted towards the bathroom, tying his dress shoes in the meantime. You were applying your lipgloss and looked in the mirror a last time before heading out.

„Coming!“ You chimed, grabbing your purse with all the essentials.

Gavi looked up from his phone, staring at the beautiful girl in front of him. It almost seemed like he was hit by cupids arrow once again.

„Baby you look stunning.“ A grin crept upon your face at your boyfriends words, happy he liked the dress just as much as you did.

„Now I don’t even want to go anymore! I want to keep you all for myself.“ Gavi‘s hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

„Don’t worry, I‘m all yours.“ you mused and closed the short gap between you and Gavi with a passionate kiss.

During the kiss, your fingers found their way into his hair as he cupped your cheek. You sighed into the kiss, then breaking apart to catch your breath.

„you‘ve got my lipgloss on your lips now.“ You grinned, already wanting to wipe it away with your thumb, but Gavi was quick in shifting away.

„Not yet, I wanna kiss you again.“ He whispered impatiently, already pulling you in again by your waist. The kiss was tender and delicate, both getting lost in the sweet feeling of each other.

„Mhm, baby we‘re gonna be late if we don’t leave now.“ You said between kisses. Gavi only grimaced and fixed your ridden up dress by slightly pulling it back down. This time, you wiped away the remaining gloss from his lips and pecked his cheek a last time before heading out.

Hand in hand you‘ve made your way to the venue, posing for pictures on the red carped. Not long after you two met some of Gavi‘s teammates, emerging into light conversations until the event started.

The event went smoothly, you even saw Messi receive his eighth Ballon D‘or.

As the ceremony was over, all the players and their partners had been invited to a dinner.

You sat between Lewandowski and Gavi, having a nice dinner while you listened to what they were saying.

„You alright?“ Gavi spoke lowly, scooting a bit closer to you. His hand wandered to your waist, drawing soft circles on the fabric of your dress. You felt flustered by his actions, leaning your head towards his, so you could speak to him without being heard.

„I‘m perfect.“ Your fingers smoothed out the collar of his tuxedo.

„You really are.“ Gavi leaned in and gave you a quick peck, not trying to attract too much attention towards the young couple.

His flirting made you laugh out loud and only then did you realize how loud you actually laughed. You put your hand over your mouth to stiffle the sounds but Gavi laughed even louder as he saw how you reacted. The whole Barça table turned their heads towards you two. All having loving but confused smiles on their faces.

„What did Pablito say to make you laugh so hard?“ Araujo asked with a raised brow, probably assuming the worst.

Gavi and you suddenly became shy as you realized all his friends caught you being silly teens in love.

„Stop teasing those poor kids! look how shy they are now.“ Anna, Lewandowski‘s wife, scolded him in a funny way.

„I‘m not teasing! I think those two are the sweetest together!“ Ronald tried to defend himself, sending you a heads up over the table. You knew it was just a joke, so you just waved him off with a smile.

Gavi didn’t really care that all his friends looked at you two and secretly pulled your chair closer to his.

„No I mean it, you really are perfect.“

„Oh sush, look at you.“ You said and grabbed his chin to kiss him properly, not caring if anyone was watching.

[recklesssturniolo]

Can’t Help It - C.S

sub!Chris, mommy kink (yall voted for it dont blame me)

NSFW BELOW, leave if you’re a minor

Aimlessly walking around the mall with Chris, I feel a tug on my arm and turn my head to a smirking Chris. I roll my eyes as I realize he’s leading me into a lingerie store.

“I’ll buy you something come on” He smirks.

I follow him inside, scanning around with my eyes. Knowing he likes red on me best I walk over to a red set.

“What about this one?” I ask.

“Mmm think we can find better” He hums.

I nod and continue looking, before Chris bring my attention to a different set.

“This one” He says.

“You think so? I’m not sure if that’ll fit properly” I reply.

“Try it on first then” He shrugs.

We make our way over to the change room, my hand dropping his as I made my way inside, going to shut the door before Chris shoved himself inside.

“Chris! What are you doing? There’s no way this is allowed” I whisper-shout.

“I’ll stay quiet, I just wanna see” He says innocently.

I sigh knowing there was not use fighting him on this, and hand him the set to hold while I undressed.

“Turn around” I said.

“What? Why?” He asks.

“So it’s a surprise idiot” I laugh.

“Fine” He huffs.

Once he’s turned around, i finish removing my clothes and grab the set out of his hands. Putting the set on, I look myself over in the mirror and debate if I like it or not but before I could make up my mind Chris speaks.

“You’re taking forever” He whines.

“Oh relax you can turn around” I reply.

I watch as he turns around and his eyes immediately scan their way down and then up my body. A smirk immediately forming on his face.

“Looks so good ‘ma” He says, his hands pulling me in by my waist.

“Think so?” I smile, questioning whether I could feel him growing hard or not.

“Mhm, one look and I’m already hard for you” He mumbles into my neck, his lips trailing down towards my cleavage.

I laugh quietly before replying, “Chris we can’t in here”

“We just gotta be quiet, can’t look this good and expect me not to need you” He says, his lips leaving kisses on my breasts as his hands make their way to my ass.

“Just wait till we’re home” I reply, despite turning down his offer a wetness started to form between my legs.

“Fuck it we’re leaving now then” He says stepping back from me.

My eyebrows furrow slightly before I nod and change back into my clothes. Chris doesn’t spare a glance at any employees or people on our way out, his eyes staying on the exit.

Getting into the car he leans over the console and connects our lips. A groan falling from his mouth as I tugged on his hair.

“If we don’t stop I’m gonna fuck you in the back” He says.

Arguing with myself on whether to give in or not, I smile before deciding making him wait would be better in the long run.

“Drive then” I reply.

He adjusts himself through his jeans before starting the car and beginning to drive home. I smirk before placing my hand over his dick. His eyes flickering over to me before returning back to the road. We stay silent as I palm him, glancing over at him and watching his hands grip the steering wheel tighter the longer I continued.

Pulling into the driveway, Chris doesn’t waste a second, getting out and walking up towards the door. Unlocking the door we both walk in, him leading us towards the bedroom.

Shutting the door behind us, he sits on the bed and pulls me between his legs. I push him down and straddle him, my hips immediately starting to grind on him. Our tongues fight for dominance as the make out session only becomes more intense.

“Need you so bad” He mumbles through this kiss.

“Take off your belt” I say.

He does as I say, undoubtedly thinking nothing of it. Once he has it off, he pulls his shirt off as well, I grab the belt from him, pushing his arms upwards and connecting his wrists before looping the belt around them and tying them to the headboard.

“What - what are you doing?” He asks.

“Trust me” I smirk.

My fingers trail their way down his stomach, my fingers toying with the hem of his jeans before unbuttoning them.

I pull down his jeans, his eyes filled with anticipation as my hand now moved to his boxers.

“Are you gonna be a good boy?” I question.

“Yes yes I promise” He quickly answers.

I nod before removing his boxers, his dick smacking against his stomach as I did. His hips buckle upwards as he watches me spit onto my hand, my hand wrapping around him and slowly moving up and down causing his hands to attempt to pull away from the headboard.

“Been so patient for mommy” I say, beginning to move my hand faster.

“I need - please” He stutters.

“Need what hm?” I ask.

“I need your mouth, I - please mommy?” He pleads.

I nod before bringing my head down, my tongue swirling around his tip. His hands once again trying to pull away from the headboard.

Lifting my head up, I look at him before saying, “Be a good boy if you want me to keep going”

“Okay yes I’m sorry” He says.

I continue swirling my tongue around his tip before lowering my mouth further onto him. Whimpers leaving his mouth as I began bobbing my head up and down.

“Feels so good mommy fuck” He whines, his hips thrusting every so often causing his dick to hit the back of my throat.

My hand stroking what couldn’t fit into my mouth, his whimpers grow louder.

“My hands, please I need to touch you” He moans out.

I ignore his request, bobbing my head faster and feeling his dick twitch in my mouth.

“Mommy - I’m gonna come” He whines.

“Not yet pretty boy” I respond, his jaw dropping slightly as I pulled myself away from him, “You haven’t made mommy feel good yet have you?”

His hands buckle again in response. His eyes on my body as I began removing my clothes. Once naked, I spread my legs and begin playing with myself as he watched.

“Let me” He whines, his eyes still glued on me, “I’ll make you feel good I promise”

“Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?” I ask, my motions stopping.

“Yes god I need to taste you” He responds.

I smirk at him before reaching over him and undoing the belt, his hands immediately grabbing my breasts and toying with my nipples.

I bit my lip to suppress a moan, my hand laced within his hair as he took each nipple into his mouth and swirled it around it.

“Prove to me how badly you need me” I say.

He lowers his hands as I lay on my back, tugging his arm slightly to telling him to move between my legs. He quickly moves himself between my legs.

“So pretty mommy” He says, his eyes flickering up to mine, “So wet”

“Don’t make me wait come on baby” I tell him, my hand moving to the back of his head and pushing slightly.

Without a second going by I feel his tongue licking up my pussy, causing a moan to leave my mouth. His tongue makes its way from my opening to my clit and he begins flicking it. My back arches in response to the increase of pleasure.

“Such a good boy for me” I moan, him humming in response causing vibrations to flow through me.

He continues flicking his tongue, circling it around my clit and sucking. My climax growing the closer the longer he did.

“Taste so good” He says.

“Don’t stop, make mommy come. Show me how good you are for me” I groan out.

He does as I said, my hands pulling his hair harder as I felt my high take over. My thighs closing around his head as pleasure radiated through me.

“Fuck so good” I moan.

Following my climax, I pull his body up towards mine, his eyes looking directly into mine.

“Please - let me fuck you please mommy. I need to be inside you” He asks.

“Better fuck me good pretty boy” I reply.

He aligns himself with my entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of me. A whimper falls from his lips as he begins thrusting himself in and out.

“So tight” He moans.

“Harder, you can do better than this” I demand.

“I - yes yes” He responds.

His pace grows faster, his hips now slamming against mine as his dick made contact with my g-spot with every thrust.

“Yes - just like that, making mommy feel so good” I moan, my head tilted back as I felt a knot forming in my stomach.

“I can’t last much longer” He whimpers.

“Been so good for me, let go baby” I moan, barely able to control my own body from the pleasure.

He eyes clench shut and he throws his head back as I feel him fill me up, the sweat on his forehead noticeable with the lighting as moans repeatedly fall from his mouth. The sight of him was enough to push me over the edge, my legs wrapping around him as my body once again was flowing with pleasure.

“Fuck you feel so good around me” He whines out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his high died down.

I feel his eyes on me as my high comes to an end, his thrusts only stopping fully once he was sure I was finished. I pull his body against mine again, my hand thrown around his shoulders as I kissed him once, pulling away before speaking, “Seeing you beg is something I’ll never get tired of”

“Mmm can’t help it, you feel too good” He smiles back, “Next time I’m bending you over right in the change room”

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[crguang]

Hi!! May I request NSFW with these prompts. I prefer if you write them with sub afab!reader in mind cuz I'm just a big sub and bottom for these gorgeous women <3 kafhimeswan makes my heart swoon ♥

1. gp!Kafka

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” (#43)

2. Black Swan with this prompt makes me akbdhsbsjsbs hehe “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”(#86)

3. Himeko makes me yearn!! “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” (#64)

btw I always come back to your kafka fics and your black swan 9k+ smutshot, I just can't get them out of my head, I love how you write them!!!

ive been wanting to do this one as soon as you sent it and finally got the time, hehe. save me kafhimeswan, save me… these prompts were amazing, ty for the kind words too!

cw: smut, fem!subreader, gp!kafka, vaginal penetration (kafka), fingering and mirror sex (swan), scissoring (himeko)

The two of you are a tangle of limbs and heated touches, needy sighs and broken moans as your lips lock in sloppy kisses and your hands travel down each other’s bodies in messy attempts at undressing the other completely. Kafka has an advantage since you’re only wearing jeans and a t-shirt for this infiltration mission; she lifts the shirt off your head and absentmindedly throws it across the room, and her mouth is back on yours the moment it’s taken off. Her nimble hands make quick work of the buttons on your pants while you fumble with the harness over her chest. She chuckles into your mouth, a low, muffled sound of amusement, and one of your hands leaves her torso to tangle in her hair, gripping tight. Her head tilts back with the movement, a sharp exhale through her nose the only indication of how aroused the gesture made her. The smug smile on her face shows her pearly white teeth. Her eyes, though lidded, threaten to swallow you whole.

“Eager?” She asks, but she doesn’t need an answer. 

Kafka guides you back into the wall with a firm hold on your hips, pinning you between the cool drywall and the warmth of her body pressing against yours. You feel her breath on your lips and her chest into yours. She lifts a hand to tilt your head further up, giving her better access to steal the air from your lungs with another heady kiss. Her tongue explores the inside of your mouth, swirling around your own and wetting your lips in the process. Your mind fogs up and desire takes over your senses. You want her closer despite there being little to no space for it, and your fingers hook under the waistband of her shorts to pull her further into you. Kafka doesn’t bother taking off your bra, she slips a hand under the material and grabs a handful of your breast, delighting in the noise of pleasure she draws from you. She squeezes and fondles, her need apparent in her lack of gentleness. Your hips rock into hers and the pleased hum that rumbles from her throat only turns you on more. 

You’re already wet, you can feel the fabric of your underwear cling to your cunt as Kafka kisses you languidly and plays with your hardening nipple. Your fingers wander down her shorts to palm her over the clothing. The sensation of her growing bulge under your hand combined with her hot mouth assaulting yours makes your head spin. You need her so badly, you’re tempted to beg her to fuck you stupid. 

Her lips trail down your jaw and end where your neck meets your shoulder, parting to suck the skin until it darkens, and her tongue darts out to soothe it afterwards. Her teeth leave love bites across your shoulder, prettily marking you up in a way that would take half an hour to cover up. Her fingers harshly twist your nipple, prompting a surprised moan from you, and you grip her clothed cock over her shorts in retaliation to which she simply hums dazedly. 

“If we had more time I would punish you for that,” her voice speaks of future promises, and she raises her head to gaze down at you, the dim light darkening her irises. “That’ll be for later. Luckily for you, there’s only half an hour before the IPC barges in here, so…”

Kafka pulls her shirt out of her leather shorts and expertly unclasps their buttons. You watch her hands push the clothing past her hips and down to her ankles, busying yourself with doing the same thing to your jeans. Your mouth waters at the outline of her thick cock under her boxers. You swallow a couple of times, not dwelling on your disappointment at the fact that you won’t have the time to properly take it into your mouth. Kafka’s hands are on you again, squeezing your hips as she presses against you and bucks into your covered cunt. Her lips find yours hungrily with a pace even you have trouble following.  She takes, takes, takes what she wants without ceremony; she pulls down your underwear so it hangs around your ankles and spreads your thighs as far as they can go using one hand, never letting go of your mouth and swallowing the breathless whimpers that escape it. 

She betrays her own need with how urgently she sinks two fingers between your labia and smears your slick over your pussy. Her middle finger dips past your dripping entrance, drawing another weak, broken moan from you, but it withdraws a few seconds later. You don’t have time to whine for her to fill you, Kafka separates from your mouth and slides her underwear down her legs, freeing her already leaking cock. You don’t have the time to admire her either, she’s on a mission (well, two) and instantly grinds her cock into your cunt. Your eyes fall shut at the sensation of her shaft sliding between your pussy lips, coating her length in your slick. It brushes the tip of your clit and you have to hold on to the back of her shirt to stay upright, thighs trembling from the pleasure. 

Your needy moans and quiet mewls drive Kafka crazy. Despite the need to keep a clear mind, her desire to take you right there burns hot in her stomach and makes her throb almost painfully. She aligns her cock with your entrance, groaning low as she sinks the head into your warm cunt. Your forehead falls on her shoulder, lips parted to let out another whine, and your fingers’ tight grip on her shirt wrinkles the fabric, pulling her even closer.

“Mm… Slowly, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Kafka inches into you slowly enough to allow you some time to adjust to being filled. Her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips. It takes some effort to pause and let you catch your breath once she’s fully inside you. She lifts your thighs and wraps it around her waist to give herself more room to thrust deep into your pussy, not bothering to conceal the drawn out groans that spill from her lips. 

“Mmm…” Kafka’s lazy moans sound near your ear, breath heavy as she fills you with her cock. Her pace is irregular, only seeking pleasure from you, and it takes all of your strength to keep yourself standing against the wall. 

It feels so good, you feel so full, you barely register your own pitiful whimpers. 

“F-Fu—Hah… Please…” You don’t know what you’re begging for; her throbbing head hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you, the release building in your stomach, the need for her to paint your walls white like icing on a wedding cake… 

You can’t think, can only babble broken sentences as she drives into you and pleasure rocks through your body in electrifying little jolts. You don’t feel the saliva at the corner of your lips from how long your mouth has stayed open. There’s that familiar, intoxicating feeling of your guts tightening before you cream on Kafka’s cock with a muffled cry into her shoulder. Her hips stutter, your cunt clenching tight around her and slowing her pace, though the intensity of her thrusts only increases with the need to come herself. She bucks into you roughly, taking your breath away. You see the birth of a star behind your eyelids. Kafka comes suddenly and bottoms out inside you, emptying herself into you in hot spurts, a curse on her lips. 

You’re a bit dizzy when you come down from your high, biting your lip as she slips out of you. You know you have a mission to complete, but your legs have turned into mush and Kafka has to support your standing weight with an arm around your back. You’re breathing heavily, and the minutes pass where your mind begins to sharpen back to its original state. Kafka has a pleased smile on her face, gently letting go of you to dress herself, and you sigh happily while you do the same.

You hear thumping footsteps from the floors below.

“Kafka, where’d you put my shirt?”

“…Mm?”

“…Are you fucking serious?!”

Your eyelids lower, your mind in a daze so blissful you can’t fully register the scene happening through the standing mirror right in front of you. Dried fruit and smoky notes fill the room with the scent of her and unscarred hands brush along the muscles of your arms; the unnatural warmth of her immaterial body pressed into your back cages you in, a dizzying embrace you wish you could live in until her duty calls her away. She is at once in front of you, staring back at you with dim, lustful eyes, and she is around you, touching you like she’s savoring the feel of you under her fingertips. Her presence appears larger than life and you are sprawled in the center of her palm, exposed to her hungry gaze and unable to hide even the deepest parts of you. You find it difficult to meet the galaxy reflected in her eyes, its intensity is only amplified by the fact that she undressed you mere moments ago and you are now stripped to your underwear and completely at her mercy. Round nails painted to match the colorful stained glass jewelry over her collarbones leave proof of their passage in the form of goosebumps that rise on your skin as they trail across your chest, following the edges of your bra. She teases you, revels in your flustered expression and the knowledge that she has reduced you to a puppet on her strings. 

You watch as her hand travels under the pad of your bra and replaces it with her palm, possessively cupping one breast. Your head lolls to the side and your eyes flutter shut for only a second; slender fingers under your chin firmly guide you back to face the mirror and you bite back a needy noise when your nipple is pinched between two digits.

“Forgotten already?” Black Swan’s low, sultry voice sounds from behind your ear, amused and playful. “Eyes on me, sweet girl…” 

You comply and meet her gaze through the mirror, embarrassment washing over you at the sight of her pleased smile and the position you’re in. Your stiff nipples are visible beneath your bra, your thighs are already spread in anticipation for her touch without her saying a word, and in this moment, she could do anything to you and you would take with a desperate moan. Her fingers dig slightly into your jaw, keeping you from moving your head to evade her heated stare a second time. You shift a little, flustered, because the hand around your breast has stopped moving and your body longs for her skillful ministrations.

“You’re squirming…”  You feel her warm breath on the back of your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your throat is dry, and you can’t manage a reply. You swallow once, unable to be anything but honest when she looks at you this way, as if she already held every answer you could ever provide. You feel her at the edge of your consciousness, her presence made purposely obvious to your senses. She is everywhere and she wants you to be aware of it. 

“How adorable,” Black Swan’s hand leaves your face and traces the plane of your bare stomach. Her lips stretch in a wider smile, one she means innocent but that has an edge of desire she can’t contain. “Forgive me, darling, but I cannot resist. You are a painting.”

The compliment doesn’t surprise you, she repeats it quite often, but her sincerity still makes you bashful. Black Swan chuckles at your reaction and presses a kiss to your shoulder. Her fingertips slither further down, toying with the waistband of your underwear, and you suck in an inaudible breath, anticipation taut in your belly. You watch each of her movements through the reflecting glass like she wants you to; embarrassment and arousal merge together inside of you as her middle finger sinks between your lips and leisurely rubs your covered slit, feeling the wetness through the thin fabric. You feel Black Swan’s aroused hum from where her lips are still pressed to your skin. She proves her own eagerness by slipping her hand into your panties and running two of her fingers down your slit, properly coating them in your slick. You can’t conceal a quiet moan when she circles your pulsing clit with a digit and applies delicious pressure to the sensitive bud. The hand on your chest resumes its gentle massage. All the while, her eyes, like glowing suns against the pitch black of the firmament, drink in every inch of your body under her touch and sears the moment in a corner of her mind she will share with no one else. 

Black Swan touches you with the expertise of someone who’s learned you from the inside. She draws sharp gasps and breathless moans and lustful sighs out of you as if she were a conductor and you her favored symphony. Her lips follow a path to the crook of your neck, prompting you to tilt your head, and plant hot kisses on your skin. She toys with your clit using two fingers and repeats each ministration with the ones on your nipple. Your stomach tightens, pleasure tingles down to the tip of your toes, and your own fingers grip her thighs to keep yourself upright, digging into the soft flesh. You don’t last long. Your clit throbs as you come with a long moan, eyes screwing shut with the intensity of the pleasure assaulting you, and your thighs close together, trapping her hand between them. She’s forced to stop the sweet torture of your pussy but continues to pinch and twist your stiff nipple under your bra to prolong the sensations.

Black Swan’s mouth wanders up the side of your neck to your ear. She sucks the lobe between her lips, and your chest heaves, body shuddering as your orgasm slowly subsides. 

“How ravishing you are…”

Your lashes flutter at her soft words, blinking to look back at her through the mirror. In her eyes is a bottomless hunger that you’ve become familiar with over time, it is gaping and consuming, and she doesn't have to utter another word for you to understand that she will indeed ravish you.

Himeko is a vision above you, straddled on your lap with her knees on each side of your frame, forcing her plush thighs open; she towers over you as a fragment of your most yearnful dreams, long vivid hair cascading down her back like the most beautiful waterfall and creamy skin so soft to the touch it almost feels blasphemous to sully with your hands. Her bare body is a creation of a higher being, but your disbelieving eyes are drawn to the stars in her eyes when she gazes down at you like you are worthy to stand by her side. She looks at you the same way you stare up at her, with undeniable devotion. It is something you often have difficulty coming to terms with because how can someone so beautiful choose to wake up next to you every morning? Your lips are parted and her gaze is tender, an adept hand brushing up between the valley of your breasts. 

Himeko leans forward until her chest is flushed to yours and cups your cheeks in her warm hands, staring into your eyes with a smile in hers. 

“Is it not obvious how much I adore you?” Her muttered words are warm against your lips, her golden irises as bright as an afternoon sun. 

It is. Himeko loves you in a way that is so evident, to you and everyone with eyes to see and ears to hear. She always handles you so carefully, not because she’s afraid you’ll break with a firmer touch but because this is how she loves. It’s in a reassuring hand on your lower back when you’re nervous and in gentle kisses up your neck when she wants to show you just how much she reveres you. It’s in how deeply she listens when you speak and the words of affirmation that easily spill from her lips. Her feelings are incontestable, she makes sure of it, but your treacherous mind still can’t fully comprehend why. Even now, beneath her weight, you feel she could have anyone she desires and is instead here with you. It’s baffling.

“Of course,” you reply just as quietly, lifting a hand to brush red strands out of her face, “it simply feels… nonsensical, at times.”

Himeko’s thumb brushes the skin under your eye. “You idolize me too much.”

“It’s impossible not to.”

She fondly shakes her head but her small smile is radiant. She traces your features with a finger, over your brows and along the bridge of your nose, then follows the curve of your upper lip. Himeko watches the movement of it on your face before meeting your eyes once again. 

“You’re so beautiful. How could I be anything but in love with you?”

You don’t answer her soft question, averting your gaze for a second. Her head bends to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with hers. Her kiss is gentle yet firm, tangible proof of her desire for you, and you feel your body heat up under her for the second time tonight. Her tongue swipes over your bottom lip then slips into your mouth to entangle with yours. You’re aware of the warmth of her thighs caging your hips and the remnants of the pleasure you ripped out of her earlier, a mix of slick and cum smearing over your lower belly from where she is pressed against you. Your hands take hold of her waist, squeezing once. Himeko’s uneven breath fans across your lips when she withdraws from you. Bodies flushed together, you can feel each shiver that runs through her as her need for you builds, the heat between her thighs growing wetter with every kiss she takes from you. 

“You are worth… all of my attention...” she breathes out between each one, “all… of my devotion… so sweet…”

Himeko kisses your lips, your jaw, up your cheek and down to your mouth again like she can’t get enough. Your lashes flutter under her affection, and you readily welcome her mouth on yours, your cunt throbbing with arousal. Her hips begin to roll into you, seeking sweet friction, and she swallows the moan that leaves you. She smears her cum on your skin with every rhythmic motion of her body, but it isn’t enough for either of you. Himeko lifts her head and the thin string of saliva connecting your lips breaks on her chin as she straightens up above you, the embers of her eyes alight with both lust and a determination to prove that her heart belongs to you. 

Her chest rises and falls, perky pink nipples adding a soft color to the canvas of her skin. She shifts, settling between our thighs with one leg over yours, and holds it up over her shoulder with a hand. 

“I want to feel you…” 

Himeko lowers herself on you, slick pussy sliding over yours in a messy kiss, and she makes a low noise that is half moan and half groan at the contact. She looks so pretty with her lidded eyes and parted lips, your breathing stutters as she takes what she needs from you and bucks her hips further into your cunt. A quiet moan escapes you and your fingers grab a fistful of the sheets beneath you. You follow her pace, encouraged by her sounds of pleasure and the feeling of her clit bumping into yours. 

“Aeons… Mmnh…” Himeko’s broken sentences are breathless and underlined with pretty moans. She lifts her free hand to cup her breast, long hair draped over her back when her head tilts back.

She feels so good against you, your combined wetness makes it easy to grind into her pussy in search of friction. You’re unable to look away from the flush across her chest, her rosy cheeks and the shine on her lips, greedily taking in the sight of her as if you’ll wake up any moment and find her gone from your bed. Your body is hot, sweat begins to cling to your brow, but you can’t focus on anything but how gorgeous Himeko is and how good her cunt feels like this. She spreads her cum over you, warm and slick. She doesn’t contain the noises that tumble from her mouth, aroused sighs and low hums, and the frequency of them tells you that she’s close to coming. You feel your own orgasm build in your lower belly, begging to burst. 

“H-Hime—” you stammer pathetically, words interrupted by a needy whine. 

Himeko’s gaze connects with yours at the sound of her name uttered so breathlessly. She understands what you mean to say, she’s teetering on the edge herself, and she manages a quiet command.

“Come with me, sweetheart.”

A quiver runs through your thighs as your release washes over you, and Himeko lets out a high-pitched moan at the same time, fingers closing around her nipple. She comes with you, bucking her hips into your pussy to ride her high, her head tilted to the ceiling. Your cum mixes with hers, dripping down your cunt and ruining the sheets below you. You try to steady your thundering heart, a forearm over your forehead. You feel Himeko’s little shivers and hear her heavy breaths before she finally separates from you and resumes her earlier position on top of you. Her nose burrows into your neck, breasts pressed to your torso, and you wrap an arm around her frame to hold her against you. 

It takes a moment before she can speak properly again. 

“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” The confession is warm against your pulse, directly spoken over your heartbeat. “I’ll prove it as many times as I have to.”

You don’t tell her that you already believe her.

[1byhwng]

Are We Still Friends? - jisung

Synopsis- it’s been years since you’ve seen your best friend, Han, and the second he finds out you’re still in town he visits you.

Warnings- cursing, smut ,use of y/n, p in v sex, dom!han, sub!reader

pairings: bestfriend!han + fem!reader

-before you read keep in mind this was kinda rushed and made at 3:46 am so if it’s not the best or any errors were made, that’s why.

3am…that’s the time Han called to announce he was coming over- only to be knocking on the door 5 minutes later.

How he got your number, you’d guess from Felix one of your other mutual friends.

And that’s how you ended up in the situation you were in. With Han knocking on your door after going ghost for 6 years. “Hey, you in there?!” You hear his voice outside your apartment door. You contemplate faking being asleep but you already answered the phone so that would clearly show you’re ignoring him. “Cmon, you’re gonna let me freeze??” He says knocking again. After a second you walk over to the door and opens it. When you open the door he’s shocked to see how much you changed “uh, C-Can I come in..” he says looking at you with adoring eyes. You move aside to let him in and he brushes past you holding a bag. You couldn’t find any words to say, he was a stranger to you now. “So..princess..how’s life been.” You just look at him analyzing him as if he was a foreign animal. “It’s been fine..why are you here?” When you spoke he looks surprised to hear you say that. “What do you mean? You’re my best friend y/n.”

“You were my best friend..we stopped being friends the 3rd year you ghosted me, Jisung.” You saw his face scrunch up when you say his name. You knew how much he hated being called anything besides a nickname. You saw him take a deep breath “It wasn’t my choice y/n, you know that.” He says walking up to you tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I tried, I really did…but it wasn’t my choice to-“ you interrupt him with a scoff “save the excuses for someone that cares. But you obviously mistake me for that person.” He stays silent before pulling you into a kiss for a few seconds you tried to push him away before giving in kissing him back. Soon that leads to him pinning you against the wall as his hands rest on your waist, his thumb making circles on your sides.

He pulls back looking at you with soft eyes, “i’m sorry i wasn’t here, i’m sorry i couldn’t keep in touch, but i did love you, maybe-...no, definitely more than friends.” you could here the shake in his voice as he spoke, the grip on you waist getting stronger. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me the same way..but are we still friends? can we be friends?” he asks with a sense of urgency. You just look at him with a look of pity. “ji..” he stops you “it’s no, right?” he says as a face of disappointment washes over his features. “ji, no- well what i mean is i do still want you in a way but i haven’t seen you unless it was on tv..and you looked happier without me..well I thought you were happier without me.” he looks at you shocked backing away..

“You thought I was happier without you? Are you kidding me?” his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I love you yknow that right? I love..you, that never changed for me.” He whispers, caressing your cheek slightly.

You feel tears well up in your eyes. “you never even texted…not a call…not even a fucking letter, ji.” he smiles softly at you in a calming manner. “I wanted to, trust me. I couldn’t though, because the company wouldn’t let me and as soon as i could i came to you.” Instead of replying you just hug him and break down in his arms. “i’ve missed you so much.” you say as he rubs your back to comfort you .

You were never mad at him, you were mad that you couldn’t have him.

it’s been 3 weeks since he came and now you guys are back to being the best friends you were before. He even lived with you again.

Today was different though, he was tense and every time you tried to speak to him he flinched. Did it make you feel some type of way? yes. Were you gonna ask about it? no.

You decided to watch a movie and invited him to watch too. Instead of rejecting your offer, he agrees and sits beside you wrapped in a blanket.

Throughout the movie you can feel his gaze on you but you ignore it. When you turn to look at him you see him quickly avert his gaze to the movie. You smile softly at him and scoot closer to him. “So…you were staring.” You say poking him playfully. “N-no I wasn’t.” He says not looking away from the tv. While he speaks you see him adjust his position and his hands clenching by his sides. You must shrug and continue watching the movie still sitting close to him.

After the movie you get up from the bed to walk to the bathroom but han grabs your hand and pulls you down onto his lap. “Please—please yn” he says softly out of breath.

Before you could respond you feel his bulge press against your cunt as his hands travel to your thighs, his grip tightens as he rolls his hips into yours pulling a muffled moan from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. “Can I?” He whimpers out. You can feel him trying to keep himself from grinding into you. “I don’t think—we really shouldn’t.” You say getting up from his lap.

He looks confused and stands up, his face still flushed. “Why? Did I do something?” He says moving closer to you. You could see the same look in his eyes as when he kissed you. “You’re doing the thing..” you speak under your breath “doing what?” He says with furrowed brows. You look up at him making eye contact “you’re making me fall in love with you again...” You say before pulling him into a kiss.

You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. Without hesitation he picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist as you deepen the Kiss. He lays you in the bed pinning you down before leaving kisses all down your neck. You feel his hand trail down between your legs making small circles between your thighs. You look up at him and see him sitting up straddling your waist. “You’re so pretty..y know that right?” He says in a soft tone as both his hand trail up your shirt pulling down your bra, running his thumb across your nipples.

“Ji..please fuck me, I need you.” You whine moving your leg up to rub against his raging boner. The sounds that fall from his lips send a tingling sensation down your spine. You can feel him grinding against you as moans continue to fall from his lips. “God you’re insatiable.” He groans before beginning to remove his sweatpants along with his boxers.

you look at his dick in shock. “What? Having second thoughts?” He says getting back in bed. “Well-” before you could finish Han is moving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You use your hand to cover your mouth, your other one gripping the sheets.

Your vision blurs as he start thrusting into you at a quick pace making you lose your breath you look at him through your lashes as the sound of skin slapping together fills the room. “Fuckk—so fucking tight for me baby.” He groans throwing his head back. He plat his hands on the bed before moving up to hold yours.

you feel a knot form in your stomach once he starts hitting a certain spot inside you. “J-Ji ‘m so close…” you moan, your back arching. you’re pretty sure he didn’t hear you over the sound of his own voice. You can hear him making small comments on how good you feel wrapped around him and how wet you are for him.

You notice his thrust are starting to get sloppier and his hand tighten against yours. “Can I cum inside you…please I need to, baby.” He moans looking in your eyes. You nod and before you could give a verbal answer you both came undone. His cum mixing with yours as he fills you up.

You lay there out of breath as he lays on top of you not pulling out. “Can we stay like this.” He mumbles against your chest. “Yeah sure but we’re taking 3 showers in the morning” you laugh giving him a kiss on the forehead before going to sleep.

Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is allowed bc I do know I’m not the best writer and there’s always room to improve.

edit: uhh didn’t expect 124 notes but thanks and also I’m a bit confused😭😭..

[trendywaifus]

WEEK THREE

↳ double trouble

two masters competing and arguing at each other as they fuck you.

transfem! jingliu & skirk x fem! reader

cw: overstimulation, pwp, double penetration, unprotected sex, mind dumbfication, slight blowjob, slight handjob, creampie, size kink

“ who are you to make an assumption about the way i carry myself, blade fodder? “ jingliu growls through gritted teeth, firmly gripping your hair while your lips are wrapped around her cock, sucking her off. skirk rolls her eyes, calmly crossing her arms as your free hand strokes her. “ blade fodder? how laughable. and why so quick to anger? it was merely just an assumption. but, purposely handicapping yourself while waving your sword around seems rather foolish, don’t you think? “ she speaks with a mocking tone, “ hiding behind a mere veil is weak. regardless of whatever trauma you’ve faced in the past, trying to actively avoid it by walking forward blindly is for cowards. “

jingliu spits, “ i should kill you where you stand for that, you—“

“ and hurt the girl in the process? you wouldn’t to do that, no? besides, we agreed on a bet. we’ll fuck her and have her decide who’s better at giving her pleasure. whoever she feel satisfied her the best, is simply better. “ skirk reasons, casting the taller woman a small smirk. jingliu huffs in annoyance, trying her best to not react as your warm tongue brushes against a vein.

jingliu lightly pulls you away and lets go of your hair. “ on your feet, dear. “ she orders softly, in contrast to the aggression she expressed towards skirk a few moments ago. she takes off her blindfold and places it over your eyes, firmly tying the loose ends into a knot. “ wait, why am i—“

“ for the sake of the bet. that’s all you need to know.”(just to avoid bias!)

after a few sounds of shuffling, one of the women lifts you up into her arms with ease, you yelp, hurriedly encircling your legs around her waist. she lines herself with your weeping entrance and slowly sinks you down on her length. you emit a broken moan as she stuffs you full. she grunts as your pussy clenches around her. hands shifts down to the fat of your ass, what felt like claws, slightly digs into your skin.

she holds you steady and snaps her hips forward, spearing you open with her fat cock. “ bounce. “ she whispers lowly in your ear, and you do as you’re told. as she fucks into you with slow, powerful thrusts, you grip her shoulders, trying your best to be in sync with her. due to her sturdy hips, you failed pathetically. the woman sighs in disappointment but says nothing. she speeds up a bit and repeatedly grazing the spongy patches of your walls. “ just like that please. .” you moaned, filthy sounds of squelching fills the air as your slick runs down her shaft and dribbles down onto the floor in thick globs.

her rhythm was so steady and powerful, it was addictive. it made your pussy ache for more no matter how much she stretches you out over and over again. “ more, more. . “ you whined, drool tickling down your chin, already cock–dumb. her breath hitches when she feels your cunt clamp around her again. just for a second, her pace falters before she swiftly recovers and keeps going at her previous pace.

“ what are you doing, you impatient fool? i’m not done with her yet, wait your turn. “ the woman grumbles as another body presses up against your back. “ don’t you hear her begging for more, you bottom dweller? “ the breathy voice, who you now know is jingliu, barks. skirk, who’s currently fucking you, scoffs, grinding her cock into your cunt. “ hmm, i wonder why she’s begging for more, you poor, miserable mortal. you should of kept that blindfold on. “

“ i’m just itching to strike you down with my blade once all of this is over. “ jingliu says harshly, pushing her long length inside your occupied pussy, stretching you out even more than you’d imagine. you mewled loudly, on the verge of squirting everywhere. “ isn’t this a pleasant surprise? she can take two at once. “ skirk mumbles with amusement, fucking you in her own pace while jingliu’s is aimed and fast. “ and yet, she can take mine better. “ jingliu remarks, snarky.

“ simply perish, mortal. “

“ ah, if only it was that easy, you abomination.”

“ extremely ironic coming from you. “

god, you were so out of it. you have two women at each other’s throats while they fucked you dumb. you could tell skirk was getting increasingly frustrated as her thrusts became fast and unforgiving. cacophony of moans spills from your lips, the overwhelming tension in your belly proved unbearable when jingliu matches with skirk’s speed and intensity. your eyes rolls to your back of your head as you violently squirted all over their cocks and made a mess on the floor.

“ how messy. “ skirks comments, not showing signs of slowing down as she’s too busy competing with the opposing swordmaster. “ just like your sorry excuse of an apprentice. “ the sword master hisses, chest panting heavily from your pussy greedily swallowing her cock. “ is your apprentice just as arrogant and weak like you are? did you teach that boy your techniques with a blindfold over your eyes too?” skirk questions sharply, glaring up at the taller woman in front of her.

due to overstimulation, their voices became a blur. after a few minutes of back and forth, jingliu was the first to finish inside you. she continues to fuck your gushing hole despite thick loads of cum flowing out of you. not long after, skirk releases as well and refused to pull out until she was sure completely she was milked dry.

“ now, tell us who was better. choose wisely. “ jingliu whispers in your ear, sounding almost impatient. after a moment without a response, skirk and jingliu was quick to notice how boneless your body felt against theirs. skirk sighs, realizing you passed out. “ it seems like we were too busy arguing, we forgot about this one. “

well, once you wake up, you’ll give them an answer and this time, they’ll focus more on you.

[sunny44]

I can stay

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!reader

Warnings: none I guess

Summary: Y/n, feeling hurt and insecure after seeing photos of Lando with another girl, assumed that he moved on but he unexpectedly shows up at her door, leading to a heartfelt conversation about their feelings.

Previous Part

Several months have passed since Lando decided to leave, leaving behind what we had. I had already grown accustomed to his absence, trying to move on with my life. Tonight, I planned to go out with my friends to a local bar, hoping to distract my mind from the thoughts that haunt me.

We were having fun, laughing and chatting animatedly, until I decided to take a look at Instagram. And there they were - photos of Lando with a girl, smiling and looking completely in love. My heart sank as I read the caption confirming my worst fears: she was his new girlfriend.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the bar felt heavy and suffocating. I could no longer concentrate on my friends' conversation, my mind spinning around the image of Lando with that girl. And then my insecurities started to creep into my mind, of how that girl was everything I was not, and that led me to a conclusion.

And apparently the problem was me.

Without a word, I abruptly stood up from the table and ran out of the bar.

Back in the comfort of my apartment, tears began to stream down my face, smudging my makeup. I sank into the couch, trying to process the flood of emotions flooding my heart. How could I be so naive as to think he would come back to me or that I would be enough for Lando Norris.

After I finished cleaning my makeup, I put on my pajamas and as I was finishing tying my hair into a bun, I heard knocks on the door.

My heart skipped a beat with the startle I got from the loud knocks, but I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope and at the same time I was full of anger and hurt. Reluctantly, I went to the door and opened it.

And there he was, standing in the hallway, with a look of regret on his face.

"Y/n, please, let me explain," he began, his voice full of urgency.

I looked at him incredulously, my mind spinning with a mixture of emotions.

"What is there to explain, Lando? I saw the photos. You have a new girlfriend, so if you came here to rub that in my face you can leave, you wasted your time.”

I went to close the door but he held it.

"No, Y/n, you're misunderstanding. She's not my girlfriend.” He said with some despair. “And I would never do something like that.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to believe a word of what he was saying.

"Oh, sure. And the romantic photos are just a coincidence, is that it? Or the fact that you show up at my door after months right after the photos went viral on the internet?”

"I know it looks bad, but please, give me a chance to explain."

“And why do you care to explain to me? We are nothing to each other and you made that very clear when you walked out that door leaving me alone that night.”

“Please.” He begs.

I hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to slam the door in his face. Finally, I took a step back and let him in.

"All right, Lando.” I muttered, my voice full of resignation. "But I can’t promise that I’ll believe you."

He nodded, silently thanking me for the opportunity. We sat on the couch and stayed silent for a few minutes, me waiting for him to speak and him thinking about what he would say.

“She's not my girlfriend.”

“You've already said that, but those photos show otherwise.”

“They were taken out of context, you know how it is.” I sighed because I knew how his world worked. “Max dragged me to that party and she was a friend of his who yes, hit on me and tried something but I pushed her away.”

“That doesn't change the fact that you broke my heart. That I begged you to stay that night and you simply turned your back on me and ended everything we had or didn't have.” He tried to wipe the tear that fell from my face but I dodged his hand. “And then I open Instagram and see a photo of you with a girl much prettier than me, and then with the writings “Lando Norris and his new girlfriend”, and then I felt like garbage because you wanted a girlfriend, just didn't want it to be me.”

“Don't say that, never say that again.” He holds my face. “You're perfect for me and it's all I want, but I'm an idiot who doesn't deserve your love let alone that you cry over me.”

“If you really think that, why did you leave me?”

“Because I'm a coward, I was afraid of my feelings for you.” He dries my tears. “I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you, and that scared me so I thought it was easier to leave than to say out loud that I love you.”

“What did you say?”

“That I love you and that I'm an idiot for leaving and even more idiotic for leaving it for months until I had the courage to come here.” He sighs. “I admit that the photos were what encouraged me to come, because I didn't want you to think I was with someone after saying I didn't want a relationship with you, even if it was a lie.”

“All right.”

“Do you forgive me?”

“I forgive you, but it still hurts to know that you preferred to run away than to talk to me.”

“I know and I'm sorry for that and I promise to make it up to you.”

“Can you stay? Please?” I asked and he smiled.

“I can stay.” He kisses me and for the first time he really stayed.

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[misserabella]

ik ur taking a break from requests so i don’t want you to rush into making this :)

i was thinking about abby or ellie x fem!reader and reader mentions like 69ing or just wanting to try it and they are completely fine with trying something new. reader is on the top ofc 😩!

i love love love loveeeee your writing style btw!

ty, you’re so sweet, hope it’s up to your expectations and that you like it! 🩵

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abby anderson x fem reader!

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, making out, dom! abby x sub! reader, teasing, praising, praise kink, fingering (r and abby receiving), tit and nipple sucking (abby receiving), cursing, oral sex (r and abby receiving), hair pulling, face riding (r and abby), face sitting (r and abby), spanking, cum eating, so much dirty talking…

“hey abs.” you called for your girlfriend, who was sitting next to you in bed as you binged on a new netflix series. her hand was on your thigh, her thumb rubbing circles on your skin, and your mind had been a long time gone from the screen as recent thoughts plagued your head. you’d been wanting to try something new in bed, but you were too shy to ask her. how would she take it? would she be up for it? how should you ask? go all in? hint? fuck.

“what’s up baby?” she inquired, giving you her full attention. your cheeks burned. she looked so fucking hot with her hair down, a pair of boxers and a tank top that let her nipples show. you wanted to latch to them and suck.

she noticed your sudden shyness, and got closer as you looked away, with her free hand cupping your cheek to make you look back at her. “nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me. speak up doll. what’s on that pretty mind of yours, hm?” your whole skin felt on fire under her touch.

“i want to try something.” you said, and she smiled.

“what is it that you want to try, huh? whatever my girl wants.” she pecked your lips, and you sighed.

“i want to eat you out.” her eyes widened slightly.

“oh yeah?” you nodded. “but baby, we’ve done that before.” your whole face flushed.

“i want you to do it too. like…” you were getting frustrated. just say it. “the 69 position.” you somehow muttered, and abby’s smile grew. she cupped your other cheek, now fully holding your face in between her warm and big hands before she pulled from you to kiss you.

“you’re so cute.” she whispered against your lips and your whole body seemed to burn. “of course we can try it baby. whatever you want we’ll do.” you smiled, giving her a peck that slowly turned into two, and then into three, and then her tongue was in your mouth. you moaned, feeling her hands trail down from your face to your hips.

you whined her name, what made her chuckle.

“so eager…” she pulled from your top, leaving you on your bra and shorts, her hands cupping your chest to massage your tits, making your back arch at her touch in need for more. “wanna sit on my face baby? wanna sit on my face while you make me feel good?” you nodded, and she groaned. “need to take this off first, then.” she smirked as her hands grabbed at your shorts, and you got on your knees for her so she could pull them down your thighs along with your underwear as you unclipped your bra. you were already soaked. her eyes met the wet spot on the cotton, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan. “fuck angel. all this for me?” she inquired, her hand cupping your cunt as her fingers spread your lips, strings of your slick thinning in between them and sticking to her fingers. “so fucking wet…” you whined, nodding. “atta girl.”

“abby…” you cried out, pulling from her shirt. why was she still dressed?

“patience, baby.” she smirked, taking off her top for you. your eyes shone at the sight of her perfect tits and perked nipples. “wanna suck on them?” you nodded, making her moan when you quickly put your lips on her, kissing and sucking at her nipples, your tongue flicking them and making one of her hands bury on your hair. “oh fuck, princess. that’s it. just like that.” the sight was heavenly. you with your hair a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes closed and tongue sticking out as you sucked on her tits.

you pushed one of your hands inside her boxers. abby let out a breathy moan as your fingers trailed down from her mound, fingertips making their way in between her blonde hair to her glistening folds and puffy clit. “baby…” she hissed, pulling from your hair and making you whimper against her chest as you started to circle her clit in soft little circles. she was panting by the time you pushed a finger inside, her warm tight cunt surrounding your finger and sucking it in as you fucked it in and out of her, hearing the wet squelches her pussy made fill the room. you pulled down her boxers the best you could, your lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses down her chest to her stomach and all the way down to her cunt. she let out this beautiful low moan that made you whimper against her, your tongue lapping at her arousal and sucking on her clit as she tugged on your hair. “oh fuck. get up here.” she ordered, and you let go of her clit with a pop, lips shining with her arousal. she pulled from you, hands on your hips as she laid on her back for you, guiding you so you could straddle her chest giving her your back. her legs bent up for you to have a better access to her soaking pussy as her hungry eyes stared at yours, thighs glistening with slick and entrance twitching in need to have something fill it up. she was drooling. you knew how she wanted you, so you moved backwards until your pussy was hovering over her face, her warm hands on your ass. you let her pull you down onto her tongue, making you moan as she lapped at your slick, humming at the taste.

your sat on her face, her hands squeezing your ass as you rocked yourself on her tongue. “fuck, abby.” you moaned, and she spanked you.

“come on doll, don’t keep me waiting.” she groaned, feeling her pussy throb with need. you nodded. leaning down to latch your mouth onto her, hearing her moan. “good girl…” she praised you. “just like that baby. good fucking girl.” you sat on her face, back upright as you started to finger her, spitting on her pussy as you harshly pumped your fingers in and out of her and teased her clit.

“oh my god. that’s fucking good.” she gasped, moaning, and you whimpered as she ate you out. “don’t you fucking stop. don’t stop.”

you moaned, your hips bucking against her tongue as she lapped at you. you two were a mess of whimpers, grunts and moans, getting lost on the taste of each other. abby’s hips were bucking against your face and tongue as you grinded down on hers.

“hu-huh.” abby hummed as she fucked her hips against your mouth. “just like that. atta girl.” you pushed your fingers in, hearing her groan. if you weren’t so turned on, you’d be embarrassed of how fucking needy you sounded.

a scream ripped your throat as her fingers plunged into your cunt.

it was all too much. you cried out as her tongue fucked into you, stretching you to your limits, your cheek against her mound as you circled her clit. she spanked you again. “come on princess.” abby groaned.

“i can’t…” you sobbed. “gonna cum…”

she grunted. “not until you use that pretty mouth of yours to make me feel good, baby.” you whimpered before going back to her pussy, sucking on her clit with need, moans spilling from your mouth against her cunt, what made abby moan as well. you two were so close. your arms surrounded her thighs as you fucked into her with your tongue. “yes baby, like that, oh fuck.” you whined.

“i can’t, abby please…”

“yes you fucking can.” you could feel it. you were about to gush all over her face. she sucked on your clit, and you moaned. you ate her out as moans ripped your throat, your hips uncontrollably bucking against her face. you were so wet three or her fingers were pushing inside.

“oh yes, oh fuck, abby!”

“you gonna cum, baby? wanna cum?” you nodded, sucking at her clit. you looked completely fucked out.

“yes, yes, yes…”

“yeah, fucking come for me.” her hand was so fast fucking in and out of you it was dizzying. her whole palm and chin was drenched on your juices.

you screamed when it finally hit you, cumming all over her face. abby groaned, lapping at your juices as she helped you ride it out. when you finished, you were panting, eyes dizzy and glassed over. you’d never came so hard.

she let go of your hips, and you fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.

abby surrounded your neck with one of her hands, kissing you. you could taste yourself sweet and heavy on her tongue as she squeezed, making you let out a sweet moan.

you looked into her eyes, opening your mouth to beg. you needed her to cum on your face.

“can you sit on my face?” she smiled.

“you want me to sit on your face, princess? gonna let me use your face to cum?” you nodded, your hands on her thighs as she started straddling your chest.

you latched onto her pussy as soon as she was hovering over you, her hand finding your hair with a groan. “oh fuck.” you hummed, closing your eyes as she started to thrust against your tongue. she was panting, moans breathy as she fucked your face. “ah, hmm…” she pulled away, opening your mouth with her thumb. “such a pretty mouth. can’t wait to cum on it…” you gagged when she pushed two of them down your throat. you suckled on them, looking straight into her eyes, and she hissed. “what a slut.” she softly slapped you before tugging from your hair back against her cunt. you were a humming and moaning mess, all high pitched and needy for her cunt. “want my cum, princess?” you nodded, sucking on her clit. “oh yeah? fuck.” she was close you could feel it as her hips and thrusts staggered. “then take it.” she groaned, thrusting one, two, three more times before her high washed over her, making her grunt as her cum coated your lips and filled your mouth. you moaned, lapping at it, slurping at her juices as her hips continued rocking against your face to ride it down. once she was done, she pulled away, letting you breath and taking in your messy appearance. “so fucking pretty…”

yeah. maybe you’d be less scared to speak up your mind from now on…

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a/n; 😭😵‍💫

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Small Talk // Ethan Landry*

request: none

prompts: none

summary: ethan was never one for one night stands, hell he’d never had sex before at all. but after catching your eye at a party, all his inhibitions are thrown out the window.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), one night stand, language, alcohol consumption, ethan being a smidgen of a perv, virgin!ethan, sub!ethan, dom!reader, slight dry humping, ethan being insecure

word count: 4.7k

a/n: fem!reader, no ghostface au

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She's been lookin' at me all night

I'm terrified, I know why, baby

She's got the wrong crazy

Ethan shifted uncomfortably as he became increasingly aware of your gaze on him. All night, he kept seeing you around the party he was reluctantly dragged to, and your eyes were always trained on him. And now, here you were, leaning against the wall with a red plastic cup in hand, staring straight at him. Ethan turned away, his face growing hot from your constant attention.

“We gotta get you out there. Better introduce you to some girls,” Chad said, snapping Ethan out of his internal panic.

“What?”

Chad took Ethan’s confusion as reluctance, and just kept on speaking. “How about them?” he asked, pointing at you. “They’ve been staring at you practically all night. It looks like you might have an admirer.”

Ethan shook his head in disbelief. “What? No! They’re- they’re probably just judging how dorky I look in this,” he said, gesturing to his costume.

Chad rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about man? Look at you, you’re a snack! You’re practically an entire meal on your own!”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, you just gotta get yourself out there. And they already seem interested in you, so go talk to them!”

“No! No- Chad, I can’t!”

Chad ignored Ethan’s protests, and looked over towards you. “Hey! Fairy costume!” Chad said, waving you over.

Oh, I see the moon in her eyes

I'm paralyzed, she's not my baby

She's got the wrong crazy

You walked over to the two of them, raising an eyebrow in either confusion or intrigue, Ethan couldn’t tell. You had this confidence about you that made Ethan’s head spin. You were so sure of yourself, and you carried yourself like you knew you were hot. A teasing smile appeared on your face as you neared.

“You called?” you asked.

Ethan felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at you. You were stunning. Short fluffy purple dress, purple heels that had straps wrapping around your leg and tying at your knee, and small white wings. You had glitter in your hair and wore purple eyeshadow and lipstick. You had almost seemed… magical.

“My friend here, he’s a snack, right?” Chad asked, slapping Ethan on the chest.

Your lips curved up into a smile as you trailed your eyes up and down Ethan. You placed your cup to your lips and tilted your head back, downing the rest of what was in the cup. Then you nodded, which made Ethan’s face turn red.

“Oh, definitely.”

You winked at Ethan before heading off to the kitchen to get a refill.

“See you around, cutie,” you said, looking over your shoulder at him before you disappeared from sight.

Like wolves, we run wild, let passion get too much

Let ourselves get burned by the fire

We're walking on wire, but nothin' feels higher

When I see that look in your eyes

Chad smiled proudly, turning to look at Ethan again. “See? What’d I tell you man? They’re so interested in you!”

Ethan nodded, not entirely listening to what Chad was saying. He was still in a daze. You winked at him and called him cutie, which was too much for his attention deprived brain to handle. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning, and there was only one thought on his mind. You.

“What do I do? Do- do I go after them? I- I’m not sure wh-”

Chad laughed softly, placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Calm down, man. Don’t do anything just yet. You’ll see them around again. Wait until they come to you. You don’t want to seem too desperate.”

“But I am desperate.”

“Maybe. But you don’t need to let them know that. The party’s just beginning. Relax. Let loose. Have fun. And sooner or later, you’re gonna run into them again.”

Ethan nodded, taking in Chad’s words. He was right. All Ethan had to do was wait. You seemed interested, and you acted like you wanted to see him again. If you actually were interested in him, you’d come find him again. Hopefully, Ethan would be able to wait that long.

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

Almost an hour passed, and Ethan was getting anxious. Chad had gone upstairs with Tara a few minutes ago for, as he put it, “playtime”. Of course Ethan knew what he had meant by that, but the way Chad phrased it just made him so deeply uncomfortable.

So now, Ethan was standing alone in a corner, still completely sober, his eyes wandering the room looking for you. He so desperately wanted to see you again, to talk to you, to even get your name. Technically, he was hoping for a whole lot more. But he knew that realistically something like that would never happen. Especially not for him. And definitely not when it was you.

Yet, he still couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you carried yourself, how you looked in that dress, the way you seemed to sparkle under the LED lights taped to the ceiling. What he wouldn’t give for a chance with you. He barely even knew you, and yet he wanted you more than he’s ever wanted someone before.

He longed to hold your hand, to kiss your lips, and to kiss… other places. He wanted to run his fingers over your delicate skin, touching your most intimate places and making you fall apart at his own doing. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what you were wearing under your dress. Did it match your costume like everything else you wore did? Were you even wearing anything underneath it at all? It took all his self restraint to not get hard at just the mere thought of you.

And then, the most incredible thing happened. You walked into the room, and you were walking straight towards Ethan.

Turn around, she walkin' to me

I can't believe she's not my baby

Won't someone come save me?

Ethan’s eyes widened a bit and he stood up straighter, trying not to appear as small as he felt. You had a small smile on your face and a playful glint in your eyes. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. This had to be a dream. Or a joke. He just couldn’t rationalize how someone as beautiful as you could even spare someone like him a second glance. And yet, here you were, standing in front of him, without a single hint of malice in your being.

“I never caught your name.”

“Wh-what?” Ethan asked, cursing himself for stuttering and appearing like a fool.

“Your name?” you repeated, still smiling sweetly.

“Oh! Uhm, it’s Ethan,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

“Nice to meet you, Ethan. I’m y/n.”

“Wow,” he said, his eyes widening in horror immediately after.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound making Ethan’s heart soar. It didn’t sound ill-intentioned, rather it seemed you were laughing with him, even though he hadn’t said anything funny.

“Uh- I- I meant that uh-... y/n is a really pretty name,” he said, trying to fix the situation despite the fact that it hadn’t been ruined in the first place.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, and Ethan felt dizzy at the sight. He had made you smile, and knowing that made him feel like he was floating.

“I- I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but why have you been staring at me all night?” Ethan asked, somehow gaining a very small boost of confidence.

“You’re cute. Plus I like your costume. It’s from Murder Party, right?”

Ethan’s jaw practically dropped when he heard your words. “You- you’ve seen it?!”

You nodded, an amused giggle spilling from your lips. “Yeah! Only like once or twice. Not my favorite horror movie, but it was still pretty good.”

If Ethan was infatuated with you before, he was full on head-over-heels in love with you now. Not only were you absolutely stunning, willingly talking to him, and extremely nice, but you had also seen his favorite movie of all time and liked it! He hadn’t even met another person who’s seen Murder Party before, let alone enjoyed it. You were unlike any person that he had ever met before, and he couldn’t wait to know more.

Oh, you see the fool in my mind

Can't run and hide with your stare on me

Look what you're doing to me

“Look, I don’t wanna be too forward, but would you wanna come upstairs with me?” you asked, the slight bit of innocence in your eyes disappearing.

“Wh-what…?” Ethan said, his face lighting up red and his ability to breathe becoming increasingly more difficult.

“You can’t be so oblivious that you haven’t seen how I’ve been looking at you, right? And I’ve seen the way you’re looking at me, not to mention you’ve been staring at my tits for the past few minutes.”

Ethan somehow turned even more red. “What? No- no I wasn’t. I- I swear-”

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind,” you smiled teasingly. “Clearly, you want me and I’ve been very obvious about my attraction towards you. So, why don’t we go do something about it?”

Ethan was in complete disbelief. “Are- are you sure? I mean, are you sure you want me? I’m… I’m nothing special. There’s so many better guys here that you could easily get. Why would you want… me?”

“I don’t want any other guys. Right now, I want you. If you’re not interested, don’t worry, I won’t bring it up again. But if you are… I’m gonna show you the best time of your life. So what’s it gonna be, cutie?”

I wanna run wild, let passion get too much

Let ourselves get burned by the fire

We're walking on wire, but nothin' feels higher

When I see that look in your eyes

After a few moments of complete shock, Ethan nodded in agreement. You smiled and reached out to grab his hand, walking over to the staircase and leading him behind you. He was shaking a bit and his heart was almost beating out of his chest. He was so nervous he could barely form words. But he’d also never been this excited before.

He felt time stop when you touched his hand. And the way you were looking at him, he could barely control himself. He could already feel his throbbing erection straining against the confines of his jeans. Part of him didn’t think this was real. That he was actually about to lose his virginity in a bedroom at a frat party to the hottest person he’s ever seen. It felt like straight out of a wet dream.

But as you pulled him into an empty bedroom and locked the door before dragging him over to the bed and pushing him to sit on it, he was pulled back to reality. This was actually happening. You were actually here. You were real.

You placed your hand on his cheek, or rather against his cardboard helmet, guiding him to look up at you. “Hey, are you alright? You look a bit freaked. It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind. I don’t want you to feel pressured into something you don’t want to do.”

Ethan quickly shook his head. “No, I do want to do this. Trust me, I really do. It’s just…”

You tilted your head in confusion when he trailed off. “Just what?”

The question made Ethan tense up, making him appear even more nervous. But he couldn’t see a way around it, so he squeezed his eyes shut and just blurted it out. “I’m a virgin.”

“Oh,” you said, with almost no tone in your voice.

Ethan was too scared to open his eyes, worried he’d see disgust. Or worse, what if you laughed at him? He felt the presence of your hand move away from the side of his face and his heart sank. Great. His only opportunity to be with someone and he blew it. But then he felt his cardboard helmet being gently lifted off of his head. And he opened his eyes.

You placed the helmet down on the bedside table, being careful not to damage it. For some reason, Ethan felt his heart warm at the sight of you being so gentle with it. When you turned to face him again, Ethan felt immediate relief when he was met with the same kindness and warmth you held in your eyes.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s entirely up to you.”

“No, I do want this. I’m just nervous. What if I mess up? I don’t want it to be bad for you.”

You smiled softly. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll take the lead. You don’t need to do anything except sit there and look pretty, which you’re already doing.”

Ethan’s face flushed at being called pretty. He nodded slowly as you spoke, eventually becoming a slight bit less nervous.

“Good. And if you ever change your mind and want to stop, just let me know and I will. No questions asked.”

Ethan nodded again, and you smiled down at him. Carefully, you removed each piece of cardboard armor from him, placing them in a small pile on the floor next to the dresser. You slid off your fairy wings before walking back over to him, settling yourself in his lap. You could feel how hard he was underneath you, causing you to smirk down at him.

“Just relax baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

You draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning closer to him. You felt his hands near your waist, hesitating to actually touch you. You smiled, moving closer to whisper in his ear.

“It’s okay, baby. You can touch me.”

Gently, almost as if he was scared to break you, he rested his hands on your waist. You shifted your weight to rest more comfortably in his lap, brushing over his painfully hard cock during your movements. Ethan gasped at the feeling, his eyes growing wide as he looked up at you. He looked so desperate, his eyes almost pleading you for more. And who were you to deny such a pretty boy?

You leaned in, connecting your lips with his. He whined softly at the feeling, attempting to kiss you back. His lips were sloppy and uncoordinated, his inexperience shining through. But you didn’t mind. His eagerness to kiss you made you ignore the way he seemed to have no idea what to do. You ground your hips down against his own, a strangled noise slipping from his lips.

With his lips slightly parted, you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Ethan gasped, slightly taken aback by your actions, but he allowed you to do so nonetheless. He attempted to copy your movements, his tongue meeting with yours, dancing together in such a way that made his mind grow fuzzy.

You pulled away just a bit, biting his bottom lip lightly, before moving back completely. Ethan whimpered at the feeling, the sting from your bite making the pleasure growing deep inside of him all the more prominent.

“Please,” he whispered, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Please what, baby? Gotta tell me what you want,” you replied, a teasing tone in your voice.

“I- I don’t know. I want more. I want you. I- I just- please,” Ethan rambled out, the fuzzy feeling in his mind making it all the more difficult to speak.

You smiled down at him, enjoying the view of him being so completely out of it, and all because of you. Just kissing him had already reduced him to a stuttering, bumbling mess. He looked so very desperate for you, and you felt your pussy throb at the sight.

Just say nothing

Oh, oh, small talk

Just say nothing

Oh, no

Normally, when you had hookups you just fucked and left. No foreplay, no aftercare, just the primal desire to feel good without a care in the slightest about the other person. You had always liked it that way, no strings attached. No feelings. But with Ethan, things were different.

Something about him just drew you in, made you want to know more. Everything about him was mesmerizing, and you never wanted this night to end. So you were going to take your time with him, savor the experience. Not to mention, it was his first time. And you wanted it to be memorable for him. You wanted him to enjoy it.

Pulling him closer, you leaned down to press kisses to his neck and jaw. Your purple lipstick stained his pale, untainted skin. He shivered underneath you, small whimpers and whines of pleasure falling from his lips. You trailed your lips over his delicate skin until you found the spot that really made him squirm. You focused your lips on that spot, sucking harshly, causing his back to arch and a borderline pornographic moan to spill from his not-so innocent mouth.

“Holy- fuck! Oh my- oh my god! I- I,” Ethan rambled, his words slurred from his constant moans and whimpers.

You pulled off with a slight “pop”, a dark reddish-purple bruise on his neck. Your lipstick was now smeared all over your lips and chin, most of it having already rubbed off on Ethan’s lips and neck. His eyes were wide and unfocused, a slight dazed look on his face.

“Such pretty noises, baby.”

Ethan’s face flushed. He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. Smiling, you reached forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, waiting for him to nod before you pulled it off his body. You tossed it aside, turning your attention back towards him, your eyes widening as you looked him over. Ethan looked away nervously, thinking your gaze was one of judgment, and he brought his arms up to cover himself.

“I- I know I’m not that good looking or whatever. It’s- it’s fine if you don’t want to-”

You silenced Ethan by placing a finger against his lips. “You’re absolutely stunning baby. Don’t ever think anything less.”

He looked a bit shocked, but nodded anyway. You moved off his lap and gently pushed him back to lie on the bed. Ethan got the message, moving to lay down in the middle of the bed. You crawled over to him, kneeling in between his legs. You grabbed his hands and tried to move his arms out of the way.

“C’mon. Let me see you. Please?” you asked gently.

Hesitantly, Ethan nodded. He let you move his arms away and he squirmed under your gaze as you admired him. You leaned forward, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, stopping to run your tongue over his abs. His breath hitched at the sudden feeling of your tongue on his skin, his hands gripping the sheets tightly to ground himself.

Like wolves, we run wild, let passion get too much

Let ourselves get burned by the fire, yeah

You sat back up, placing your hands on his belt.

“Poor baby, you’re so hard. It must be so painful being confined by your jeans. Let me help you baby?”

You posed it as a question, giving him another chance to opt out if he felt this was all too much for him. He nodded, telling you it was okay, and you smiled to yourself. Of course you would’ve stopped if he wanted you to, but you would’ve been gravely disappointed.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, sliding his pants down off his legs. His hard cock being covered by nothing except his boxers, a prominent precum stain on the front. You hadn’t really gotten a good look before, but even slightly covered you could tell he was big. Really big. You felt your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of having him inside you.

You reached forward, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, before his hands shot out to stop you.

“Wait!”

You pulled back immediately, looking a bit concerned. “Is something wrong? Do you want me to stop?”

Ethan shook his head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just- I wanna see you…” His face flushed an even darker red as the words left his mouth.

You smiled down at him teasingly, and you reached behind you to begin unzipping your dress.

“Of course baby,” you said, slipping your dress off and tossing it aside.

Ethan blushed harder, if that was even possible, as he looked up at you in awe. You hadn’t been wearing a bra under your dress, and the only thing left on your body was a purple lacy thong that hardly left anything to the imagination. He almost seemed entranced by you, unable to look away from your body, his eyes practically trained on your tits.

“Is that better, baby?” you asked, a confident smile growing on your face from his reaction.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, his pupils growing larger as he continued to stare at you.

Ethan must’ve really been in a trance, because he didn’t even realize that you had stripped him of his boxers until your tongue was trailing up his cock. He moaned loudly, his back arching at the unfamiliar feeling. Before you, the only thing he had felt on his cock was his own hand. He had never experienced something quite like this before. And it was amazing.

You took his impressive length into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, stopping every once in a while to swirl your tongue over the head. You kept your eyes up, gaze trained on him, enjoying the expressions of pleasure and downright filthy moans he was making. His hand started moving around desperately, as if trying to find something. When you realized he wanted to hold your hand, your heart melted at the sight, and you reached your hand forward, intertwining your fingers with his.

You continued your movements, the taste of the precum leaking from his tip making you moan. Ethan whimpered at the sudden vibrations around his cock, causing his hips to buck up, shoving himself further down your throat and making you gag. He was about to apologize when you moaned again, causing him to thrust his hips up all over again.

“Oh my- oh my god! I- this is- fuck! So fucking good…” Ethan blabbered, feeling himself getting closer and closer to release.

“Fuck! Oh my god! I’m gonna cum! I- I’m gonna fucking cum!” Ethan whimpered out, his voice growing higher as he neared the edge.

But just before he could finish, you pulled your mouth off of him with a wet pop, precum and saliva dripping down your chin. Ethan looked up at you in confusion, his eyes watering as if he was about to cry.

“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, and you could tell he was nervous.

“Of course not baby. I’d just much rather you finish inside me. Don’t you?”

His mouth gaped open in shock. “Inside? Like- inside inside?”

You laughed softly at his astonishment. “Mhm.”

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

You had taken your panties off, and you now straddled Ethan’s lap. He sat up on the bed, resting against the headboard, his hands tightly gripping your waist. You reached down to grab his cock, running the tip through your folds and rubbing it against your clit.

“W-wait! Don’t we need like a condom or something?” Ethan asked, slightly concerned.

“Nope, I’m on the pill. And it’ll feel so much better for you raw,” you said, a breathy sigh leaving your lips as you positioned yourself over his cock, sinking down ever so slightly.

Ethan moaned at the feeling, squeezing your waist even tighter, no doubt bruising the skin underneath his grip. Without even bothering to give him a warning, you slammed down onto his cock completely, wincing at the stretch. You had been so eager to fuck him you might’ve forgotten to prep yourself. Luckily the sting wasn’t too bad considering how wet you were.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, worried from the slight noise of pain you made.

You nodded, being careful to keep yourself still. “Yeah, you’re just really big. I’ve never been with someone this size before.”

Ethan felt a small surge of pride at your words, a smile growing on his face. But quickly fading away when you started moving, causing his mouth to fall open in a whiny moan of pleasure. He tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth were incoherent whines and slurred babbles.

Your hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin. You threw your head back in a moan and Ethan could barely hold himself together when he saw how ethereal you looked.

“Fuck! S-so big! You’re stretching me out so good baby!”

Ethan’s hips jolted up into you at your words, knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling onto his chest. You were entirely unfazed by his actions, your hand tangling in his hair and yanking his head back, encouraging him to continue fucking into you as your lips left marks all over his neck.

Ethan’s movements faltered as he grew closer to his high, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that he definitely bruised the skin underneath. You pulled him into a messy kiss, your tongue dancing against his as you sped up your hips, sending Ethan over the edge.

He let out a broken whimper as he came, his noise muffled by your lips, as he filled you up with rope after rope of his cum. Feeling him release inside you sent you tumbling into your own release, letting out breathy moans against his lips as you creamed on his cock.

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

You went limp against his chest as you caught your breath, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Ethan’s hands kept their tight grip on your hips as he leaned back against the pillow, panting as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“That was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Ethan said, his voice hoarse from how noisy he had just been.

You smirked as you lifted your head to look at him. “Better than your hand, I take it?”

He nodded, his face flushing at your words despite what the two of you had done just moments prior. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you lifted yourself off of him, wincing slightly at the feeling of his cock leaving you.

You stood from the bed and began to redress, while Ethan still laid there in a daze. When he finally came to, you had placed his clothes in a pile next to him on the bed and you were heading over to the door.

“W-wait! Where’re you going?” Ethan called out, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

You turned and smiled at him, the action making his heart flutter.

“I’m heading back downstairs. But maybe I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Ethan nodded and you left without another word. He felt a twinge of pain in his heart after you left, but he knew one thing for sure. Someday, he was definitely going to see you again.

Just say nothing, oh, oh

Oh, oh, small talk (If you want it)

Just say nothing (You can have it, yeah)

Oh, no, small talk

tags: @nowitsmissing @hyeyulove @abbyluvsjackchampion @mariaflor873

[katsukistofu]

not sure if ur still taking requests but if u are would u be willing to write a hawks x prohero!reader where he finds her wearing his own merch?? ty!! i came from ur coffee mixup fic and it was just soo good i sent it to one of my oomfs and we had a mutual freak out over it 😭😭🫶🫶

awww that’s so sweet and cute omg !!! thank you very much my love i’m so happy you two enjoyed it ( >▯<) <333

picture perfect

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x prohero! fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. reader has ice quirk. ★ your boyfriend sees you wearing his merch and just can’t get enough.

“Dooo-ve?” Keigo’s teasing, saccharine voice is laced with barely concealed amusement. He leans against the frame of your shared bedroom's door, taking in the view of you lying on your back with an appreciative look on his face.

His heart skips a beat, getting to see you on your rare day off from patrol. Watching you, sitting there all pretty in a sweatshirt with his face on it. Your hair is messy, your socks, albeit both very cute and fuzzy, don’t match in color in the slightest and the fresh coat of polish on your nails is already chipped even though he just painted them for you during your weekly spa day yesterday.

Keigo's breath catches as he stands there, and he swears he’s never seen a more gorgeous view in his life.

The numerous sunsets, the iridescent clouds he's been so close to that he could reach out and touch them, the bright stars in the sky as he flew under them, all paled in comparison to you. Even witnessing you knock a villain out cold with a blast of your signature ice yesterday on live television, still only came second to seeing you all comfy and cozy like this.

There's a soft, giddy smile plastered on his handsome face, and he makes it so, so hard to keep up your act. “What’s that you’re wearing?”

“Nothing,” you answer from your comfortable position his side of the bed. You nonchalantly swipe on your phone to continue scrolling through your feed.

Your boyfriend’s grin only widens, and his sweet butterscotch eyes are half-lidded when he speaks again. “Trust me, I know what nothing looks like and it’s definitely not tha—ow!”

He laughs when he receives a plushie of himself flying to his face, which he easily catches in his hands. Keigo’s lips fall into a cute, overdramatic pout. “You just threw me!”

“You’ve got wings for a reason, birdbrain.” You roll your eyes and stretch your arms out. “Now come cuddle me I’m cold.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Keigo immediately puts the plushie aside and joins you on the bed, pulling you into his warm embrace with eagerness. You’re always cold, but he never minds. Just means more opportunities to hug you, which he gladly jumps at. “Back to my question though, is that my new sweatshirt that just came out from my merch line?”

“No?” Your tone is innocently coy, and it drives him insane. In a good way. “I think you mean my fellow pro-hero boyfriend, Hawks’s merch line?”

“Damn.” Keigo muses, playing along with your little charade. His finger grazes the hem of your collar and you shiver at his feather-light touch. “Your boyfriend’s Hawks? Lucky guy, having a pretty girl like you wearing his merch. Making me jealous over here.”

You out a giggle. "He says that all the time, actually."

"Oh? He better be, or I just might steal you away." His lip brushes over your ear as he continues to murmur. “And I couldn’t help but notice that your boyfriend looks a lot like me.”

“What a coincidence,” you tease, playfully running your hand through his soft, golden locks and bringing them to rest on his cheeks.

“God, you look so fucking perfect.” Keigo groans. You’re already a sight for sore eyes, and the feeling of your fingers in his hair nearly causes him to ascend heavenward. “Next time my marketing team drops something, you’re totally modeling it.”

“I’d rather it be for your eyes only,” you say, and the dimple that appears on his cheeks at that makes your stomach do a little flip.

“Shit, birdie.” Keigo uses a hand to fan himself exaggeratedly. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

“Still pretty cold actually, though that might be my quirk talking. I think you’re the hot one.” You hide a cheeky smile as you feel him he hook a finger through your belt loop and firmly drag you closer on the bed in response, forcing you to turn around until your knees hit his with a soft bump.

“Guess I need to work harder at warming you up then.”

A little while later after dinner, his hair is held back with a fluffy, pink Hello Kitty headband which matches the one on your head.

“Okay, I know you said for my eyes only but can I take a pic with you for my socials? Pleaseee, baby?” Keigo begs a little later, leaning into your touch while you carefully apply his sheet face mask on him. “You just look so good I wanna show you off.”

You frown. “I don’t want a bunch of your thirsty fans on my ass, Kei.”

"They're just jealous of what they can't have." He tips your chin up and says it in a tone so matter-of-fact it makes you let out snort.

"Pretty sure it's the other way around," you mutter, using your thumbs to gently smooth down the edges of his mask on his face, and your eyes catch his, brimming with affection so intense and unadulterated you catch yourself feeling a little breathless all of a sudden.

"What?" You tilt your head. "I'm right."

"Nah, I am. You didn’t get that award for hottest heroes on the charts for nothing.” At the comically skeptical look you shoot him, he huffs out a laugh. “I’m serious! Sweetheart,” Keigo’s voice softens. “I know you don’t believe it when the press says it, but when I’m always telling you you’re beautiful, you know I mean it, right? Every single time.”

With warm cheeks, you mumble out, “I know.”

“That’s my girl. You’re everything to me, y’know?” You nod shyly and the sweet, familiar curve of Keigo’s lips makes your insides melt into a puddle of chocolate fondue. “Good. I’m right and nothing you can say or do will change that.”

“Not even if I eat your last chicken nugget?”

“Not even if you eat my last chicken nugget.”

And he says it with such certainty that you can’t help but break into a smile of your own too.