#Do NOT let anyone interrupt this it WILL end badly for both of them.

[ask-harry-fitzgerald]

woe! moon be upon ye too! xes fully prepared to be yelled at or something of the sort. sigh. xes sadly used to be pushed to the side.

hey, hun! i wasnt too sure what to bring with me but. i just wanted to ask if you were alright. you dont have to answer, of course, but if you do im willing to talk, okay?

- 🌕

oh-

hello moon, I’m fine, of course.

more importantly, how are you?

*he softened immediately, he sounds much more tired now*

[gxthicupid]

𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏

💭 @multifandom-hcs Hello!! I hope you are having an excellent day / night! May I request some dating Macaque hcs?? Please and thank you! ^^

💬: Thank you so much for the request. I'm sorry I have taken so long to finish. I hope you enjoy : )

➨ Let's be real here. Macaque has never been in a relationship before. Probably a fling or two with someone in the past, but didn't have enough experience to understand deep connection romantically.

➨ So he's just as new and awkward as you are. But he doesn't want you to know that. He'd hide his awkwardness and nervousness behind his charismatic charm in the beginning of your relationship.

➨ I feel like Macaque would most likely have tons of boundaries for you to respect until he allows it to be surpassed. Since you know, his previous strongest relationship ended so badly, he doesn't want to talk about how bad it affected him.

➨ So go soft on him. He's trying his best to be there for you, but he does want to be respected for his privacy. Wait until he's ready.

➨ But I think, if you manage to break down those walls he’s build up, he eventually become more open and try to is willing to be a lot more genuine with his affection towards you, as being a tease and flirtatious were the most romantic he could ever be before trusting you with listening to his problems.

➨ Also I'd think he wouldn't show that kind of vulnerability in front of anyone else except you. He is NOT going to put up with Wukong and his nonsense.

➨ I headcanon that Macaque is more touch starved than Wukong. Don't get me wrong, Wukong is touch starved for sure, but I believe he's been surrounded by adoring fans as they see him as the ‘hero’, and no one really pays attention to Macaque.

➨ Macaque is definitely an introvert, but does consider taking you out for dates somewhere in Megapolis or somewhere isolated for the both of you to not get interrupted. I think he preferably wants to either cuddle or Netflix and chill at his dojo or your place.

➨ I'd assume as you and Macaque got to hang out with each other and understand your likes and dislikes, he would be able to do things to make you blush, smile or laugh; whether it's a little joke or a thoughtful gift.

➨ Macaque loves being intimate with you. Like, once he gets comfortable being physical, he'd start cuddling or pulling you close by the waist as he gently holds you.

➨ He won't say it out loud, but he will let you know that he adores you when you give him the same kind of treatment he does for you. Like if you were to seek the security of his arms as you casually on the couch, cuddling. Just you know that he internally cherishes that moment forever. Or if you shower him with kisses, Macaque will absolutely melt from the affection.

➨ I wouldn't say that he is extremely possessive over you (as much as most people seem to headcanon) I'd believe he entrusts you with defending yourself, but whenever things get too serious, then he steps in and protects you.

➨ When it comes to nicknames for each other, if you were to create nicknames that refer to his shadow abilities or moody demeanour, Macaque would eye roll, but deep down, feels flattered.

➨ However, the nicknames that he'd give to you would be like babe, sweetheart, darling and lovely. These were the default pet names in the beginning before he got creative, like referring to you as cutie, babycakes, sugar, doll, and his personal favourite: ✨sugarplum✨ (I'm bad with coming up with nicknames)

➨ Judging from his liking to shadow plays and performing in general, I'd headcanon that he observes the romantic aspects to the play, and tries testing them on you to see which one you would like or not.

➨ While observing these plays, he developed his romantic language as he learned new compliments and picked up lines to use on you. But don't test him. If you try to be snarky about your flirting skills, he will immediately turn the tables and it will end up you losing and as red as a tomato.

➨ On the topic of Macaque being a theatre fanatic, BIG fan of music, especially musicals and classical music. He'd show his interest with you by letting you listen, and if you like his genre of music, both of you would end up talking about your favourite musicals or opera or whatever it is you like, and probably rant about the remakes that aren't as good as the original.

[alessiasfreckles]

Fitting In

alessia russo x reader with social anxiety

You've been with the team for a few months, but your anxiety is making it hard to find your place. When you spend lunch hiding out in your car one day, Lessi comes to find you.

A/N: this is my first woso fic, i hope you like it! i'm planning on writing a part two with real fluff, maybe taking place a month or two later. also this is basically just a self insert fic but i figured maybe someone else could relate to it, so this is for all my other girlies with social anxiety and adhd out there

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When you joined the team a few months ago, you weren’t sure how you would fit in. And now, 3 months later, you still weren’t sure.

You had a tendency to over analyse social interactions, situations, anything really, and you knew it didn’t help your social anxiety but there was no way to shut off the constant noise in your brain. At least, not until you met her. Alessia Russo. One of Arsenal’s, and England’s, star strikers. The way she moved on the pitch was like magic, and you swore you could see glitter in the air when she laughed. The crush you had on her grew by the minute. You wanted to at least be friends with her so badly, but you just didn’t know how. 

You still didn’t really have any close friends on the team. Yeah, everyone was friendly, but there were clearly established friend groups, and you didn’t know how to find your place in any of them. When you first joined you would be invited out with everyone, or invited to people’s places for movie nights, that sort of thing. But a lot of the time you felt out of place, so worried about what to say and how you were coming across that the whole situation ended up making you more anxious than if you hadn’t gone in the first place. When you did come out of your shell and say something, you’d spend the rest of the evening thinking about what you said, if it made sense, how you said it, what you should have said instead. 

It was exhausting.

Your sleep schedule was awful, most nights you couldn’t get to sleep until 3am. You’d be lying in bed, desperately trying to sleep but your brain not letting you. You’d wake up feeling groggy, but you didn’t want to let anyone see how badly it was affecting you, so you put on a brave face in front of your teammates. Most days, as soon as training was over, you’d go straight home. You were too tired to do anything other than be alone. 

One day, at lunch, you couldn’t face the thought of trying to figure out where to sit, the overstimulation from everyone talking, the noises and smells, so you decided to sit in your car, alone. You figured that no one would miss you anyway, everyone seemed to have figured out that you were a bit of a loner by now, and they mostly left you alone. 

“Something’s up with y/n, right? It’s not just me?” Leah asked Beth at lunch the next day, scanning the lunch room as she tried to find your face.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what,” Beth shrugged, frowning. “I want to help her, but-”

“Have you guys seen y/n?” Alessia interrupted, coming up from behind them. “She’s not here.”

Leah and Beth both shook their heads. “Maybe she’s in the gym, or on the training field?”. It wasn’t unusual for players to spend their breaks hanging out in other areas, and Alessia nodded.

“I think I’ll go see if I can find her,” she said, and Leah nodded. 

“That’s a good idea, Less. Maybe you can figure out what’s wrong.”

Alessia peeked into the gym, but it was empty. She thought maybe you were walking laps, so she checked the training field, but you weren’t there either. Now she was starting to worry. The two of you hadn’t talked much, but she always listened to what you had to say, and got the feeling that there was a lot more to you than you let on. Deciding to check the car park to see if your car was still there, her face brightened as she found it. When she realised you were sitting inside it, her brow furrowed in confusion. 

You look up from your lunch to see Alessia stood a few metres away from the car, looking at you with a small frown on her face. Is she upset with you? Your eyes meet, and you freeze for a second before raising a hand to wave awkwardly. Her frown clears, and she comes over to the passenger door. 

Knocking on the window and opening the door, she leant down. “Can I come in?” she asked, smiling sheepishly. 

“Uh, yeah, sure!” you reply, sitting up a little straighter, mind racing. Why is she here? What does she want from you? 

“So, um, what are you doing out here?” she asks gently, glancing down at the lunch on your lap.

“Oh, um, sometimes it’s just a lot, you know? Everyone talking and all of the noise. And I never really know where to sit,” you trail off, laughing awkwardly, inwardly cringing at yourself for saying that. 

“I get that. Sometimes some of the girls can be so loud! Like, Katie, didn’t you ever learn what an inside voice is?” she laughs gently, and you smile. “And you know you can sit wherever you want, right? None of us are going to bite you.”

“Haha, yeah, I know, I just…” you shrug, face burning.

Alessia turns to look at you, worry lining her face. “Y/n, is something going on? Has anyone made you feel unwelcome here, or anything?”

“No, everyone’s been so nice, I promise, no one’s done anything,” you start rambling, anxiety rising in your chest as hot tears start to well up in your eyes. You bury your face in your hands. “I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, pulling you in to a tight hug. You stiffened to the touch but Alessia’s arms held you gently, and slowly you relaxed into it. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she murmurs, and you feel your breath returning to normal.

After a minute she lets you go and you let out a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, wiping your eyes.

“Y/n, you don’t need to apologise, it’s okay, I promise,” she says, big blue eyes full of sincerity. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

You shrug, not knowing what to say. “There isn’t really anything going on, that’s the problem. I just, my brain is just, I feel like everyone else got like, a manual telling them how to exist and how to talk to people and how to have friends, and I didn’t get the manual. You didn’t get a manual, right?” you ask, looking at her with a wry smile.

She smiles apologetically. “Nope, no manual.”

“Well, it was worth asking,” you laugh. “Things just seem to be really hard for me when everyone else finds them easy, you know? And I’m just so tired all the time, but I don’t know why, I barely do anything, I’m so lazy.”

She frowns at that. “You’re not lazy, y/n. Do you get enough sleep?”

You laugh at that. “Oh no, definitely not. Most nights I don’t get to sleep until like, 3am, sometimes 4am.”

“What, why?” she asks in shock. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I just can’t sleep a lot of the time. I try to, I lie in bed with my eyes closed, but there’s just too much going on in my head, it feels like my brain is actively working against me.”

“It’s no wonder you’re so tired then!” she admonishes you gently, and the look she gives you makes you fall for her a little more. 

“I’ve always had trouble sleeping,” you explain. “Ever since I was little. And I’ve always found social situations hard, too.”

“I’ve always hated meeting new people,” the blonde admits, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s gotten a little bit easier, I think, especially after the Euros, I had to do so many interviews and media things, it helped kind of desensitise me to it, but I still don’t like it.”

“Huh,” you say quietly. You never would have guessed that she felt that way. “You always seem so confident.”

“All just a part of my effortlessly cool persona,” she grins, winking at you. You laugh, and she gives you a look of fake hurt. “What, you don’t think I’m effortlessly cool?”

Smiling, you tilt your head. “As long as you believe you’re effortlessly cool, that’s all that counts.” you tease. 

Suddenly, Alessia’s phone buzzes. “Oh, we should probably head back in. The others will be glad to see you, they were worried when you weren’t there at lunch.”

“Really?” you ask, surprise clear in your voice, but it quickly turns to worry. “Oh no, am I not meant to leave during lunch? I’m sorry, I just thought-”

“Woah, hey, relax!” she puts a hand on your arm. “Y/n, you’re allowed to do what you want during lunch. The others were just worried about you because you’re a part of the team. Our team. That makes you a part of our family.” 

You smile sheepishly. 

“Now come on, let’s get going. I don’t fancy giving Jonas an excuse to make us run extra laps, do you?”

[cheolhub]

ALL MINE — XU MINGHAO ࿐

summary. minghao is yours and you are his... his only.

wc. 3.5k

warnings. jealous!hao <3 f!nger!ng, oral (f. receiving), a lottt of possessiveness, kinda mean dom!hao, sub!reader lots of teasing, unprotected s2x, creamp!e, pet names, other members having a crush on u— MINORS DNI 18+

note. happy me weekend ^^ enjoy this fic of my beloved (or don’t, ur choice) reblogs and feedback r so greatly appreciated <3 also @toruro ily

minghao doesn’t like sharing. he hates it. especially when it comes to you. you’re his, for his eyes only. it’s the only reason why he refuses to bring you to hang out with his other friends. seokmin can’t keep his eyes off you, mingyu latches onto you like a puppy in love, jeonghan teases you and makes you giggle– a sound that wouldn’t be as infuriating if it wasn’t caused by another man. 

“i wanna see them, too, hao,” you pout after he tells you he’s going out with some of the members. 

for some reason, minghao feels his stomach churn. why do you want to see them so badly?

he doesn’t want to be controlling, not in the slightest, but he feels his blood boil every time his loser friends try to make advances on you. it’s not your fault you’re a doll, of course, but that’s all the more reason to keep you to himself. 

he sighs, “it’s just dinner, baby, chan and vernon wanted to try this new restaurant and mingyu invited me–”

“still not hearing an excuse as to why i can’t go?” you interrupt, furrowing your eyebrows. “c’mon hao, i haven’t seen them in weeks ‘cause you’ve been gatekeeping them.” you whine from the bed, watching him mess with his hair in front of the mirror. 

if only you knew how ironic this was. 

eventually, he gives up and allows you to tag along and it’s very apparent how unhappy he is about it. you can tell with his stoic expression and how quiet he is on the drive there. you’re partially worried as to why he was so insistent on getting to stay home, but those worries fade once you see chan, vernon, and mingyu sitting at a table waiting for the two of you. 

minghao’s arm wraps around your waist as soon as the small group notices you making your way over. you look up at him confused at his sudden switch in behavior, but ultimately decide against saying anything.

“Y/N!” mingyu cheers, standing from his chair quickly to greet you with a bear hug.

you beam, giggling as he pulls you from minghao’s death grip just to put you in another, “hi, gyu!” you attempt to say, but it’s muffled into his large chest.

when he finally lets go to greet your boyfriend, you look over to vernon and chan and greet them as well, “hi channie, hi vernon,” you smile at them sweetly and they can’t help but smile back while greeting you, both of their cheeks heating up. 

you soon feel minghao’s touch on your skin again, and all of a sudden you’re closer to him than you were before. you look up at him for the second time, a look of concern painting your features, “hao?” you murmur. 

he ignores your call, “sit at the end next to chan, love,” he tells you instead. he can’t have mingyu slobbering all over his girl. 

mingyu protests sitting back in his seat, but minghao isn’t having it. he gently pushes you to the empty seat at the end of the table while he takes the empty one next to mingyu. 

dinner goes well. for you at least, and it’s hell for minghao. he’s usually so patient– it takes so much to get him worked up, but with every giggle that leaves your mouth and every single look the boys send your way, he feels the temperature of his blood rise. 

the last straw was chan offering to take you to see a new movie– as if minghao would let that slide. 

before you could respond to the question, minghao scoffs loudly, “yeah, no.”

he doesn’t want to be that boyfriend. he doesn’t want to forbid you from hanging out with anyone. especially not his best friends. in fact, he should be happy that all of his friends love you, but that’s not what really pisses him off. it’s the fact that most of his friends want you that has him fuming. 

he abruptly stands from his chair, pulling out his wallet to throw a few bills on the table, “baby, i don’t feel that great, do you mind if we leave early?” his voice pleading as he looks down at you with a frown. 

you take in his expression and you instantly feel bad. “yeah, ‘s okay, we can go.” you murmur, standing to your feet. “bye everyone,” your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, yet you do so anyway at their confused faces before taking minghao’s hand. 

he says his goodbyes and pulls you out of the restaurant, hurrying to the car.

you’re not sure what to say as you notice his tight grip on the steering wheel. you don’t want to ask if he’s angry because he very obviously is. you say the only other thing you think will help, “hao… ‘m sorry,”

he immediately softens at your voice, knuckles returning to their original color as he eases up. “what? why are you sorry, love?”

you frown, “well, i know you didn’t want me to come and i get it… some people don’t wanna mix their love life with their friends ‘cause it gets messy.” you ramble in one breath. “i don’t wanna cause any problems–”

“baby, stop, i could never be mad at you, are you kidding?” he turns his head from the road and glances at you for a slight second. you catch a glimpse of his face and you can tell he’s being dead serious. “Y/N… i know you don’t see it, but my friends are attracted to you.”

“what?” you sputter incredulously. “no they aren’t!”

he rolls his eyes, “they most certainly are. i can’t blame them, though, you’re beautiful, but…” he mumbles as you beam at him. 

“but?” you question, a tiny, hopeful lilt in your voice.

“but… you’re mine.” he states roughly, feeling his anger bubble up again. “you’re mine and it pisses me off that they think they can have you,” he nearly growls. “they don’t deserve you.”

he was jealous? it made a bit of sense, you think to yourself, but the possessive way he spoke of you… that was new. 

you’re not sure what turns you on the most about the profound concept, but it does. you feel your face burn and your stomach swirl in anticipation. you feel your ego boost and the words come out of your mouth before you can comprehend. “and you do?” you say teasingly. “deserve me, i mean?”

“oh, sweetheart,” he croons, a small smirk playing on his lips. “of course i do.”

minghao knows he’s the best for you. he knows it in the way you never want to leave his side. he knows it in the way he’s made you smile every single day the two of you have been together. he knows it in the way he makes you scream and cry and shake while you cum for him every night. 

he has no problem proving it to you when you get home, pushing you against the cold door and instantaneously pressing his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. the way you let out a gaspy moan of surprise has his cock twitching as if it’s begging to be inside of you already. you relish in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to invite him in deeper. his arms move to pull you into him, letting your tits press against his chest. 

you don’t really remember how he got you to your room- you can recall the slight stumbling and the way he tightly gripped your body- but you could honestly care less. the only thing you care about is him and the burning desire in your body to just be one with him. the clothing he impatiently shreds off your body don’t matter as long as he fucks you soon. 

you whimper softly as he shoves you onto the bed before removing his own clothes. you watch him strip and, god, you feel so fucking lucky. the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing while your arousal soaks through your panties– the only piece of clothing he left on your body. 

you feel like you might be able to keep your composure for a bit longer before he slips his cock from his boxers. this time, you moan, “minghao!” your pussy drools and drools and it just won’t stop. his length is so pretty– it’s long and flushed a pretty pink color at the tip. you understand now that you don’t want him. you need him.

“what is it, love?” he sends you a faux pout, hand languidly stroking himself up and down. 

“please,” you whine. 

his head cocks to the side as he feigns innocence. “please what, baby? you have to tell me what you want.”

“just…show me ‘m yours… show me, please.” you exhale, biting your lip as soon as the words exit your mouth. 

he doesn’t react for a second, but then you see his hand halt and the mocking pout is replaced with a smile. not the endearing kind of smile that he usually sends your way, no, this was different. this smile was sinful… unholy even. 

he coos gingerly. “oh? you want me to fuck you?” the condescending tone is masked with that syrupy sweet voice that has your stomach doing backflips. you feel so small under his sadistic gaze and you would hate it if it didn’t turn you on so much. “want me to fuck you till all you can think about is your hao making you feel good?”

you let out a tiny gasp before sending him a pretty pout. your bottom lip juts out while you eagerly nod your head at him. 

“say it.” he demands while dipping into the mattress, his hand ghosting up your leg causing goosebumps to arise on your heated skin. 

“yes…” you whisper as his hand gets closer and closer to your ruined panties. 

clearly unsatisfied with your answer, he reels back. “no.” he says gruffly, shaking his head. “say it. all of it.”

you whine again, growing desperate, “yes! yes, hao, want you to fuck me stupid– please? please fuck me, wanna be yours, only yours,” you buck your hips slightly in hopes that he’ll finally give you what you’ve been craving. 

it feels like you’ve been waiting a century for him to respond, your mind going to your wildest thoughts. thoughts of him pumping you full of his cum, marking your skin so bad that (even with all the makeup in the world) you couldn’t hide them, fucking you till you see stars– but as soon as you feel his hands tug at your panties, you come back to earth. 

“god– fuck, baby,” he groans as he sees your slick cunt. a string of your arousal clings to your panties as he tries to pull the soiled material off. “who’s got you this wet, hm?”

as if he didn’t fucking know. 

“you, baby, only you.” you gasp, body heating at the fact that he’s about to touch you. “hao, please, can’t take the teasing ju– shit!”

minghao’s two fingers plunge into your sopping heat, instantly curling inside of your gummy walls. his fingers are soaked immediately and you know because you can feel your wetness beginning to seep from your hole every time he pulls them out.  

his fingers, his hands– they’re so much bigger than yours. it’s incomparable. the way he can fill you with just his two fingers while three of yours don’t do the same has your head spinning. 

when he curls his fingers in that spot, you mewl and he knows to keep going. he hits your g-spot over and over and over till you’re clamping around his fingers, ready to explode. 

“gonna cum for me, pretty?” he pants, extremely turned on by the sight of you twitching and jerking just because of two of his fingers. “gonna let go and soak my fingers, right? ‘cause you’re mine?”

“mhm!” you whimper, nodding your head, unable to give him the verbal response.

his thumb finds your clit and rubs harsh circles into the bud while relentlessly finger fucking you into oblivion. you gasp, moaning out his name over and over till it dies on the tip of your tongue.

your thighs tremble and before you know it, you’re cumming all over his fingers on a high pitched squeal. your pussy tightens, halting his movements and you shake while grinding on his hands to ride out your orgasm. 

“fuck, you’re gorgeous, look so pretty like this,” he nearly moans, pulling his fingers out of you. “can you give me more?”

“y-yes!” you exclaim, stuttering since you’re still recovering from your euphoric high. “please, more. i wan’ more.”

he hums, hooking his arms under your knees, eyes lust-ridden as he looks at you, “what do you want now, love? my mouth or my cock?”

you ponder for a minute, debating on the options. you want to say both because god only knows how his cock fills you so nicely. how it always hits all the right places that turn you into a whimpering mess for him. his mouth, though, is heaven-sent. the way he’ll tongue at your hole and his nose bumps your clit gets you so messy, something you both love. 

meekly, you ask, “can i have both?”  

he tsks, but he can’t hide the smile on his face, “greedy girl…”

he doesn’t wait for your reply, immediately positioning himself in between your legs to eat you out. he presses a tiny kiss to the inside of your thigh and your heart warms at the domestic gesture. even though he’s done it a million times before, you’ll never get over the fuzzy feeling it gives you. 

when his mouth wraps around your sensitive clit, you inhale sharply, holding it in your lungs. he moans at the taste of your arousal and cum mixing on his tongue. 

his delicate noises send shockwaves through your entire body and your hands can’t help but fly to his head, fingers threading through the silky hair. when his mouth moves to shove his tongue into your leaky hole, you fully choke on a gasp. 

“hngg, baby,” you cry softly, arching your back and subtly grinding into his face. the grip he has on your legs tightens as he tirelessly sucks and slurps on your arousal. with your eyes screwed shut, you throw your head back and moan, “fuck, l-like that!”

he hums again, “pussy’s s’good,” he mumbles into your cunt. “tell me how you feel.” 

the vibrations of his words prove to be too much as they make you whine again. “so so so good, mouth feels so good, hao, love it so much!” you babble, words slightly rushed and slurred. “fuh-fuck, and you, hao– i love you so much. only you.”

he chuckles against your heat, digging his fingernails into the plush skin of your thighs. your stomach churns as your eyes shut close. you’re teetering on the edge of another orgasm and you fear your brain may turn to mush. 

when you open your eyes again you notice he’s looking up at you, stars in his own like he’s completely enamored of you. his tongue drags up your slit slowly before he reaches your puffy, swollen clit. he groans against you when your grip in his hair tightens, tugging harshly at his scalp.

he flicks his tongue against the bud, loving the way your thighs tremble in his hands. you whine and try to buck your hips against his mouth for more. your attempts at grinding against his face prove to be futile when he pins you down and detaches his mouth from your needy bud. 

“no no, baby, keep going!” you whine, trying to push his head back, but he shakes your hands off his head. you pout, “gonna make me cry, hao, please keep going,”

he smirks, “then cry, baby, don’t stop on my account.” he says, untangling from your legs. “you were the one who said you wanted both, did you not?”

you whine again, “i did, but i wanted to cum!”

“i think i spoil you too much, love– you just came, no? don’t tell me you forgot already,”

“you don’t spoil me enough, hao,” you huff with a frown. “i didn’t forget, i just wanted to cum again….”

“and you will if you’re a good girl,” he says, hands grabbing at the backs of your knees to push your legs toward your chest. “now are you gonna stop being a brat and let me fuck you, or do you still have more you wanna complain about?”

you shake your head, “i’ll be good…”

“that’s my girl.” he coos, aligning his cock with your hole with a big smile on his face. you gasp feeling the tip press against your aching cunt, but before he continues, he whispers, “now tell me one more time just how bad you want my cock.”

you curse under your breath, obliging with rushed words. “hao, i want it so bad– you know i want it, please don’t tease. i wanna feel you.” you plead. 

minghao smiles brightly at you, head spinning at your words. he loves the conformation, loves knowing that he has you wrapped around his fingers. he loves knowing you’re all his to fuck and tease forever. 

and so he pushes into your tight cunt, letting the tip stretch you open before cautiously filling you up with his cock. you sob, velvety walls wrapping him up into a tense hug as you clench around him.  

“fuck,” he moans, dragging out the word as he bottoms out. the head of his cock reaches deep, scraping against your spongy sweet spot. “baby, fuck, you’re so tight.”

you moan, clenching him tighter. “just fuck me.”

he grunts at the demand, pulling out and slamming into you roughly, “d’ya forget your manners, sweetheart? my cock has you so stupid you forgot how to say please?” he nearly spits as he begins to set his pace. 

you choke on your words, throwing your head on to the pillow and arching your back. “s-sorry.” you mewl out and it seems as if the apology makes his speed pick up. with every passing second, you feel him fuck into you faster and faster. the room quickly fills with your joint moans and the sound of his balls slapping against your sloppy pussy. 

he’s quiet for a while, just moaning and grunting, but all of a sudden you hear him growl and feel his thrusts get sharper– deeper. “look at me, baby.” he says breathily. 

your eyes crack open and you're met with minghao hovering over you, face close to yours. his breath fans across your face and he stares at you intimately. his gaze is so hard and lust-ridden that you almost feel yourself melt into a puddle under him. 

his lips ghost against yours, “think anyone could ever fuck you like this?”

“n-no, god, never,” you whine, feeling your brain empty with the way his hips slam against yours vigorously. 

he groans, cock twitching at your response. “that’s right. you know why?”

you probably would know the answer if you didn’t feel like you were ascending into another dimension, so you dumbly ask, “w-why?”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts, the tip of his cock now fully hitting your spot with rigor and precision. “because you’re mine. all fucking mine.”

you cry, body jolting with every thrust into that spot. “fuck, hao! i’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop.”

he moans out your name, giving you more and more, “yeah? gonna cum for me? am i making you feel good?”

you sob loudly, nodding your head and letting your eyes close, “y-yes! uh-huh, gonna cum just for you– makin’ me feel so good, hao, fuck,”

you can nearly taste your orgasm, feeling your stomach tighten and your pussy clench tightly around your lover's length. it quickly bubbles up in the pit of your tummy and when you hear him breathily demand, “cum for me, pretty baby,” there’s nothing you can do to stop your release. 

you cum, coating his cock in honeyed arousal as you shake and tremble under him. the moans that leave your mouth are so pretty and minghao feels himself going crazy. you’re all his. only his. he’s beyond lucky that he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. 

it has his cock twitching, and without warning, he’s pressing his cock all the way inside of you, spraying your walls with his warm release. he lets out a soft whimper when you clamp around him even tighter, keeping him trapped between your worn, messy walls. 

“hao,” you whine mindlessly, body still twitching under his. 

“baby,” he replies back, panting out the pet name. 

you swallow a whimper, mumbling out, “thank you… for showing me ‘m all yours.”

his heart squeezes in his chest and he chuckles at your words, “anytime, my love.”

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[spark-river]

Brothers - Small things after a rough day (/pos)

Headcanon:

When one of the brothers had a particularly rough day, as in they're close to tears or throwing a tantrum, at least one of their brothers will get a feeling and go to comfort them. (It's a bad day but not the worst. If it was any worse the brothers would all act to comfort the one who's upset.)

Belphie will drape themself onto them, which is surprisingly effective. He's not typically found doing that to anyone but Beel on the regular but he knows some of his brothers appreciate physical affection. He's also mindful of when they're not up for touching anyone. Instead he will sleep nearby so they know they're not alone. (Quiet comfort to not overwhelm anyone though it mostly happens with Levi.)

Satan will try to sneak in a cat for the person (Mammon or Belphie) to cuddle. For the others he'll spam them with cute cat pictures because they're not as fond of cat hair (besides Beel but Satan is afraid to leave him alone with a cat). Lucifer is the only exception to this. Satan will go into his office and start an argument why cats are so much better than dogs. There's no realy heat behind it as he'll let Lucifer derail the conversation and let him talk about Cerberus for several minutes without interrupting. It typically lifts Lucifer's mood and when Satan eventually leaves both are aware that Satan was just worried for his brother.

Beel will give his brothers their favorite snacks when they're upset. Surprisingly he always seems to have a feeling when out shopping and one of his brothers is having a bad day (even if he hasn't seen them that day). Which means he's always prepared for when he needs to use the snacks.

Lucifer will leave small presents in the room of whoever is upset. Nothing special or even fancy most of the time, just a little pick-me-up. He had given Mammon more than one shiny rock. Leviathan gets a poster or figurine from his video games and animes. Belphie is happy with the cow pictures and pillows he has received (his cow pillow was once a gift from Lucifer). Lucifer likes to give Beel some samples of new sweets. Satan gets cat stickers and Asmo gets a foto of himself in some pretty get up.

Asmo in this case doesn't go for a self-care day with his brothers. In this scenario energy is very low and they can't handle all the attention. Since they've been brothers for so long Asmo is aware of it and will instead opt for physical affection or at most a massage. He'll hug his brothers and tell them how much he loves them in a quiet voice before simply sitting with them as they calm down. For Satan he often sends him a picture of him (Asmo) with a cat before gauging his reaction to find out if it's okay to approach.

Mammon is somewhat similar to Lucifer but he's often too broke to buy his brothers something short notice. Especially since he really wants to buy them something expensive. So instead he'll hunker down and try to craft something up. He's far from the best at such stuff but the effort often makes his brothers smile.

(Lucifer keeps crude drawings of Cerberus in his desk drawer. Satan has a badly made cat-bookmark. Levi started crying because in the printed picture of a character the hair was a slightly off colour. Still he kept it because Mammon came in seconds later, panicking about Levi crying. (Levi cherishes the memory since he felt so loved in that moment.) Beel and Belphie proudly display the printed pictures of family events (for Beel) and different cow breeds (for Belphie). Asmo never wears the bracelet Mammon made for him (partly because it's too big) but he has it near his collection of beaty products. It's a kind of reminder that he's also beatiful enough on the inside for people to care about him.)

Levi will hover around that person for a while before deciding on what to do. Which often ends with some anime themed tea or hot chocolate being made (even in summer) and a blanket thrown over whoever is upset. His brothers are not always happy with the blanket just showing up and even messing with whatever they were doing. Though Levi manages to find the most pleasing blankets for that particular brother so they'll resume their work with a blanket wrapped around them. Besides Beel who will smell the blanket for a while before going to work out. His mind set on showering afterwards and indulging in the (then cold) hot cocoa and snuggly blanket.

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Patience - Mafia Leader Chan Smut

Warnings: Filthy smut, I am ashamed LOL

It's been awhile, I missed you guys

You were in trouble, big trouble. Chan had finally allowed you to come to a dinner meeting with a rival gang, as long as you promised to behave yourself. You had made the promise with the intent on keeping it, but the rival mafia leader's attitude towards your boyfriend had made your blood boil. He wouldn't let Chan get even a peep out of his mouth without interrupting him, or blatantly laughing at Chan's propositions and ideas. The final straw is when he purposely sighed loud enough for everyone to hear, rolling his eyes and yawning.

Maybe you would've gotten away with just your words, your hands had slammed down on the table, the profanities coming from your mouth enough to make a sailor blush. But when he started to argue back and start to shit talk Chan, your wine glass went flying at his head, smashing and sending him backwards onto his ass. A huge fight had broken out afterwards, and it was safe to say, a compromise on the product Chan was looking to start exporting was not made.

By the end of the fight, Chan had snatched you by your elbow and led you to one of the big SUV's. The other members would be coming back later, after they cleaned up your mess that is. The members weren't badly injured, which you wouldn't of been able to forgive yourself for if they were, but they weren't exactly your biggest fans right now, strictly due to the fact they had a mess to clean up.

The whole way back to Chan's large estate was silent. You had gone to apologize when you noticed how tight his jaw was, like he was holding back from cursing you out and dropping you off to an abandoned area. His pretty hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. You had never seen Chan this mad, ever, at anyone.

When the SUV finally pulled up to the front of the estate, you hurried after Chan as he walked quickly inside. You knew to follow him, knowing he was going directly to his office. Despite him being crazy pissed at you, he held open the big oak door to his office as you scurried in, the heels you wore clicking loudly.

He walked past you and to his desk, his hands gripping the edges, his dark eyes going up and meeting yours. You hugged yourself as you fought for words, but your mind had gone blank at his stare. His glare was sharp enough to cut through the thin material of the short, sparkly wine red dress you wore, and surely your skin as well.

He sat down on the big chair behind his desk, his dark eyes eating you up as you fought to conjure up the courage and the words to speak.

“Come here.” He said, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

You looked at him for a moment, before your legs started to move on their own. You stood beside the chair, and he slightly turned it, his legs man spreading.

“On my lap. Now.” He said.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his leg, your eyes finally meeting his. His pretty eyes were dark, the anger still boiling in them. You were about to speak when he flipped you over onto your belly, your body over both of his strong thighs. His hand began to rub just below the dress, before pushing the material up just above your ass. You were about to ask what he was doing when a harsh slap rung throughout the air, a harsh stinging on the soft flesh of your ass making you squeal.

“Chan, what are you doing?” You asked, attempting to look at him.

“Teaching you a lesson. When you promise me to behave, I expect you to behave, Y/N.” He growled, landing another harsh slap to your ass that made you yelp.

His hand gripped up the cheek he had slapped, rubbing it soon after he landed another slap to it. You could feel your heat begin to get hot, your clit throbbing as he landed yet again another slap to your ass, rubbing again at the now dark red skin. He slapped your ass again, this time particularly harder than the others, a squeal leaving your lips as tears of pleasure stung your eyes. His hand rubbed the now throbbing flesh, his touch much different than how it felt beforehand. His fingers danced over your soft skin, slowly dipping lower and swiping over your thong covered heat. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and gently rubbed over your dripping heat, making you let out a low moan. 

“I don’t want to hear a single moan come out of your mouth. Not until I say so.” He growled, his fingers going straight to your throbbing clit, using one finger to rub circles onto it.

You bit your lip to hide your moans, your hands gripping onto the chair that Chan was sitting on. He noticed your reactions and smirked, his fingers rubbing your clit harshly as he slowly pushed a finger into your begging heat. He was going to test your patience, the same way you tested his at dinner. You squeezed your eyes tight as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, not letting up on your clit. Your grip on the chair turned your knuckles white, the taste of copper from biting your lip filled your mouth. You tried to focus on the pain of the new cut in your mouth, but Chan knew exactly how to make you squeal and give in to your lust. His long, elegant fingers toyed with your clit and your insides like he was playing a piano, each movement calculated and meaningful.

Please let me make some noise, I'm going to lose my mind!

Just when you felt yourself about to give in and accept whatever punishment Chan decided to give you, he pulled his fingers from your warm heat. You looked back at him with pleading eyes, your aching heat begging for him to touch you again. He gave you a sweet smile and grabbed your chin with his hand, a firm grip making you stare at him. His grip and his smile were so different, it was almost like you were being touched and looked at by two different people.

"You want me to forgive you and give you what you want?" He asked.

You nodded eagerly and his grip tightened, his smile remaining but his eyes getting dark.

"Yes- Yes sir. Please." You begged.

His smile turned to a smirk as he made you get off his lap and drop down to your knees between his legs. He let go of your chin and leaned back, his eyes watching you to see what you'll do next.

"May I touch you?" You asked, puppy dog eyeing him.

"You may." He answered with an approving nod, his dimple becoming prominent as his smirk got bigger.

You could tell that asking him for permission made him more excited, as the bulge in his pants become larger. Your hands eagerly went to his belt, a name brand buckle that sparkled even in the dark. Your hands fumbled with it until it finally came undone, your one hand flying to his zipper and pulling it down. You pulled his length out of the slit in his boxers and admired it at it's full hardness.

"Don't test my patience any more than you have, babygirl." He warned, his eyes dark.

You wrapped your hand around his length and took the tip into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as your hand pumped down to the base. Chan watched you intensely as you began to take him further down your throat, your eyes meeting his. His hand went to the back of your head and pushed your head down lower, causing you to slightly choke.

He smirked then grabbed your cheeks, holding them in place as he started to thrust his hips, his length going down your throat at a fast speed. Slight choking and slurping sounds filled the air as he stood up, his hands still on your cheeks as he began to harshly thrust down your throat. Tears stung your eyes from how fast his length was going down your throat. When you made eye contact, his on hand went up to your hair and stroke it as the other kept its grip on your face.

“Your taking me so well.” He moaned, he eyes closing and his head rolling back as he brought his other hand to your hair, making a pony tail and using it for leverage as his thrusts got faster.

Your hands held Chan’s hips as you allowed him to thrust to his hearts content, your pussy dripping as you watched him use you to pleasure himself. He suddenly ripped his length from your mouth, a trail of saliva following and dripping down your chin.

Chan held your hair as he looked at you, mascara and eyeliner down your face from your eyes tearing up, saliva dripping from your mouth. His one hand went back to your cheek, his thumb rubbing your spit around your lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said, his voice low and rough.

He turned you around and shoved you against the dark mahogany wood desk. You heard him moving around behind you, as if he were looking for something. You felt leather go around your throat, and realized he was bucking his belt around your neck.

He hoisted the sparkly wine red dress up your back, admiring the red welts that still adorned the soft skin of your ass. His hands gently ran over the red marks, caressing every part of your ass.

You heard his pants drop and felt him line his thick length up with your aching, dripping heat. He rubbed the tip around, swiping it over your begging hole and your swollen clit. He leaned forward and kissed the small of your back, his plump lips starting to drag down. You let out a whine which made him stop.

You were about to apologize and tell him to continue when you felt his hand grip up the belt, tightening it around your throat as he shoved his thick length deep into your heat. You let out a loud moan as he didn’t give you time to adjust, his hips instantly thrusting harshly and deeply into you. Your hands gripped his desk, your nails digging into the fine wood as his thrusted harshly into you. Loud squelches accompanied your loud moans as he pounded into you.

You lifted your head and looked intro the mirror as your boyfriend ruined you. You saw the makeup down your face, and how the belt was making you a light shade of pink. The lack of air made you feel intoxicated and his length slammed into you.

You whined as he pulled out of you, but it was cut short when he turned you onto your side, pulling your leg over his shoulder as he shoved himself back into your dripping heat. His hand still had a grip on the belt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the new angle made his length pummel your gspot.

Chan noticed your legs beginning to shake and smirked, dropping his hand down and rubbing your clit as his thrusts picked up. Your cries became more high pitched as you came closer, his thrusts making your whole body jolt as he pounded into you. Your hand flew up and grabbed his bicep, your nails digging into it as your body tensed up and you finally came.

Chan rode out your high with harsh thrusts, smirking as he stared down at your destroyed form. Your body was starting to relax as his thrusts got slower and shallow. You panted harshly as you looked up at chan, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the way his eyes remained dark. He very slowly pulled out, holding eye contact with you.

He flipped you onto your back, throwing your legs over his shoulders before shoving himself back up to the hilt inside of your twitching heat. You cried out as he began to pound into you more harshly, your back lifting and smacking off of the desk with how hard he fucking you.

Banging from the desk echoed throughout the room, your shrieks bouncing off the walls with it. Pens, pencils, and anything else Chan had on his desk clattered to the floor as his dick slammed into your battered pussy. Your hands grabbed his biceps, scratching into his soft skin as he sent you into over stimulation.

“Chan- oh god, Chan please!” You begged.

“What do you want?” He asked, his thumb beginning to rub harsh circles on your clit.

Your cries to turned into screams as the intensity of the overstimulation wracked through your body. Your whole body began to shake as Chan’s thrusts became harder.

“You have to tell me what you wan, Y/N.” He growled, his thumb getting lighter on your clit.

“I-I don’t know! Just, p-please!” You shrieked out.

He smirked as he angled your hips to your gspot and rubbed harshly on your clit. Your back arched high up off the desk as you hit an intense high, soaking Chan’s lower half as your whole body shook, your hips attached to Chan’s.

Chan let out a deep groan as he finished into your spazzing heat, his eyes rolling back. He kept his hips pressed against yours, your whole body still shaking as your head was bent over the other side of the desk.

Once you finally came down from your high, you felt Chan lean against you, his head on your stomach as he rubbed soft circles into your skin. He slowly pulled out, a rush of his cum leaking out of you. He chuckled as he wiped himself down with a rag and pulled his pants back up. You were still sprawled out on his desk, your body twitching from the effects of your high.

“Next time I tell you to behave, I hope you’ll behave.” He said, looking back at you as he shut the door to his office, leaving you the mess he made you into.

You allowed yourself to calm down before a smirk stretched across your face. If this is what he has in mind as a punishment, you’d have to act up a little more.

[httpsdana]

or maybe prompt 70 because i just saw you already did prompt 37 with jude(?)

Family Love~Xavi Simons

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

I ended up writing both requests because ik some xavi girlies need to be fed. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

70-"you really love her, don't you?"

Xavi and y/n were visiting his parents in the Netherlands, since it has been a while since they visited them.

y/n was helping Xavi's mom, Peggy, with the food in the kitchen, having a chat and catching up with each other.

"I hope Xavi isn't giving you a hard time" Peggy said, her voice hinting that part of her was joking and the other was serious.

"oh no. he's the sweetest" y/n said, smiling to herself at the thought of her boyfriend.

"he's treating you well right? i wouldn't want you to be treated badly, even if it was my son" she said, her tone worried.

"he treats me like a queen. i wouldn't want to be with anyone else" she replied, making Peggy smile.

"that's great. he really loves you, you know" she said, making y/n smile.

"yeah I know. and I love him so much too" she replied.

As they continued their chat, Xavi stepped into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around y/n's waist from behind.

"I missed you" he mumbled into her neck, pecking her shoulder softly. She chuckled silently, her head turning to kiss the top of his head.

"me too. but I'm making food with your mom right now so don't distract me" she warned him, making him pout

"mom can I steal my girlfriend for a bit?" he said, a bit too sweetly.

"yeah of course we're almost done anyway" his mom said, making him smile widely.

Before y/n had the chance to say anything, Xavi has already pulled her out of the kitchen, walking her to the bedroom they were sharing.

"why'd you do that" y/n said, a sly smile on her face.

Xavi dropped down on the bed, pulling her down with him. He laid on top of her, his head buried in her neck

"I missed you" he murmured into her neck, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, like he's afraid of letting her go.

y/n smiled, running her hand over his perfect braids, which she had done to him before coming to his parents house.

"l missed you too baby" she mumbled, pressing a kiss on the top of his head.

Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. It opened slightly, his dad peeking his head inside.

"hey you two. dinner is ready" he said with a smile.

"we'll be there in a second" y/n replied, while he nodded, stepping out of the room.

Xavi looked up at y/n, a pout on his face as his grip tightened.

"I don't wanna go" he mumbled, his lips pressing on her jaw

"well I'm hungry so I'm not staying here" she said, already getting up. He groaned, letting her get up as he flipped over, his face buried in the pillow.

"come on love. we can take a nap after dinner" she said, grabbing his hands to pull him up.

He stood up lazily, looking down at y/n with a loving gaze that never seems to leave his eyes when looking at his girlfriend.

"can i, at least get a kiss? I know you won't let me even hold your hand down there" he said, the pout never leaving his face.

y/n chuckled, grabbing his face and pulling him down to press a kiss on his lips. Before he had the chance to deepen the kiss, she pulled away, giving him a look.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him with her down to the dinning room.

Dinner was nice, Xavi was speaking with his parents about his upcoming matches, while y/n just listened to him, their hands holding each other under the table.

Soon after dinner, y/n and Xavi had helped his mom cleaning the dishes, Xavi too excited to go have a nap, when suddenly, his sister Kenza entered the kitchen.

"y/n. we haven't done anything together yet. do you have anything now?" she asked, her voice soft and excited.

y/n looked at Xavi, who gave her a look telling her to not go with his sister, but y/n had promised his sister she would hang out with her.

"no I have nothing. we can hang out for a bit" she said, making the 10 year old girl smile widely before giving y/n a hug and running to her room.

"sorry love. I promised her to hang out and I didn't have any time all day" she said, walking over to her boyfriend who was pouting.

He wouldn't look at her, turning his head to look away from her. She smiled at his childness, grabbing his face to make him look at her. His pout was still there, refusing to give in.

y/n leaned in, kissing his pout a few times. He couldn't help the smile that curled up his face, but then he masked it up with a fake angry look.

"I'm still mad" he said, crossing his arms over his chest. y/n chuckled, pulling him down by his neck, giving him a long loving kiss.

"I'll make it up to you I promise" she mumbled against his lips, making him smile.

He nodded, letting her leave to meet his younger sister in her room

"so what're we doing?" y/n asked, sitting down next to Kenza on her bed.

"Last time Xavi got here, he got me a small make up kit, I was thinking we can do each other's make up?" she said, her tone excited and a wide grin on her face.

y/n nodded enthusiastically, following the little girl to her small mirror

"I can also get my make up bag? I've got some new cool stuff I haven't tried yet" y/n said, making the girl nod her head while clapping her hands.

y/n rushed to her room, getting her make up bag from her suitcase.

She started first by Kenza's make up, putting on her face some of her make up. The little girl had suggested a make up look with a bold eyeshadow and y/n couldn't say no to her excitement.

The two girls sat in the room, laughing at some stories said by both of them about Xavi. y/n adored Kenza, she was like a little sister she never had. And y/n was like the older sister Kenza never had.

As y/n was applying some powder on the girl's face, Xavi walked by the room, hearing the laughter of his favorite girls.

He stood at the door, seeing how y/n was smiling at his sister, doing her make up and enjoying her time with her. It made him smile widely, seeing how his girlfriend was like his sister's best friend.

He leaned against the door frame, a wide grin on his face as he admired his beautiful girls.

Meanwhile, his dad came and stood by him, looking at the girls laughing before turning to look at Xavi

"you really love her, don't you?" he said, looking at the girls again

"more than anything" he mumbled, never tearing his gaze away from them.

"she's a keeper. don't let her go" his dad said, putting his hand on his son's shoulder

Xavi smiled, turning to look at his dad

"never" he said, before looking back at his girlfriend.

[ghuleh-witch]

Make You Sing

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explict Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, p in v sex, exhibitionism (kinda), confessional sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, Female!Reader, unnamed Sibling of Sin Additional Tags: no use of y/n, soft!dom Copia Words: 1121 Summary: Between your busy schedules, you and Copia make time to see each other, but that time is interrupted when a Sibling of Sin steps into the confessional.

Ao3

Your nails were digging into the wooden back of the chair as your head was pulled back, making your back arch. “Fuck,” you moaned loudly as Copia held a fistful of your hair. “Papa.”

“As much as I love those sweet noises, you need to keep it down, dolcezza,” Copia replied as he pounded into you. The hand that wasn’t pulling your hair was gripping your hip, pulling your hips back onto his cock. “Don’t want anyone to hear us, si?”

You and Copia hadn’t had a lot of time to spend together lately. Between his duties as Papa and preparing for a tour and your own work in the ministry, your time together was stretched thin forcing you to find little moments of free time throughout the day to spend together. Tonight Copia was holding confession, and as soon as the last person in line left, you came out of your hiding spot in the shadows and stepped into his side of the booth. It was late and Copia’s window for confession would be ending soon. No one else would be stopping in to confess their sins. 

When his hand came around to touch your clit, you all but whimpered in need. “Let them hear,” you breathed, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as his fingers teased your clit. His hand let go of your hair and pulled you closer to him. “I–aaaaah—want them to know you’re ruining me.”

“Ragazza birichina,” he purred in your ear. He pressed a kiss to your neck as his thrusts slowed to a torturous speed. 

“So close,” you panted softly as his lips peppered your neck with kisses and gentle nips. You teetered on the edge of your climax and were just about to shatter when the sound of heels could be heard approaching the confessional. 

You both froze upon hearing the door to the other side of the booth open and close and someone sitting down in the chair on the other side of the wall. The mesh between the booths was thick enough that the sibling couldn’t see either of you and you couldn’t see the sibling.

“Bless me, Papa, for I have sinned. It has been fourteen days since my last confession,” came the voice of one of one of your fellow siblings. “I have lusted, I was greedy, and I was envious.” 

One of Copia’s gloved hands came up to your mouth and covered it as he slowly pushed into you, careful to not make the chair you were balanced on creak. You felt his lips quirk upward into a smirk and knew he was turning this into a game. 

“For these sins, I am not sorry,” the sibling finished. 

Copia wasted no time stepping back into his role as Papa despite his cock buried deep inside of you. “Did you feel guilt while you were experiencing these sins?” Copia asked, keeping his voice level and neutral as he usually did in confession. A hand came and rested on your hip, keeping you still on his cock. He knew it would make you squirm. 

“A little,” the sibling confessed. “When I was lusting after my married friend…I want her so badly, but she’s happily married. I can’t help it though. I’m so jealous that her partner gets to have her every day and night and I just want her all to myself. I know they’re both polyamorous, but I still feel wrong for trying to come between them. I just…I don’t know…I don’t want to feel guilt for having the feelings I do and I don’t know what to do about this whole situation.”

“All those feelings you have a valid,” Copia said as he thrust deep into you again. You wanted to whimper into his hand but fought to keep silent. “There is nothing wrong with feeling guilt either. You are human and being human is complex and confusing.”

There was a sigh from the other side of the dark mesh screen. “What should I do, Papa?”

“Have you talked to your friend? Communication is key, after all.  It does not do to bottle up all these feelings.” Copia said, as the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth moved from your hip to your front and then between your legs. He dragged a single finger up your slit before stopping at your clit. You couldn’t help but tremble as you fought back any noise that was threatening to escape. 

“I’m afraid that if I tell her I’ll ruin my friendship,” the sibling said. “Even though I have a feeling maybe she feels the same for me too…”

“Perhaps it would be best to bring up your feelings to your friend and talk it through with her. You will never know if she feels the same or not if it’s never discussed. Don’t live with the regret of never knowing,” Copia responded as his fingers teased your clit.

“You’re right,” the sibling said. “I should talk to her. The worst that can happen is that my feelings aren’t returned and she’s not interested, right?”

“Right. And if she is truly your friend, your friendship won’t be ruined. Sure things might be, eh, awkward for a bit but you two will work through it.” He thrust into you slowly again and this time, the feeling was too intense. A muffled moan sounded against the leather of his glove and Copia quickly started to fake cough to cover up the sound.

“Are you okay, Papa?” The sibling asked.

“Mi dispiace. I seem to be coming down with a cold,” Copia lied, his fingers putting pressure on your clit as though in punishment. “Speak to your friend and discuss how you feel. Life is too short to be left wanting and wondering.”

“Thank you, Papa,” the sibling replied, their chair scrapping on the floor as they stood.

“Go and sin freely,” Copia said, making the sign of the inverted cross to the mesh-covered window.

The door on the other side of the confessional opened and you could hear the sibling walking away. When all was silent again, Copia released his hand from your mouth and pressed his lips to the side of your neck.

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He questioned, his teeth grazing your skin.

“Sorry,” you panted. “It just came out.” 

He hummed in response before the slow, agonizing pace of his thrusts turned punishing. “You’re lucky confession is over and you can be as loud as you want now,” he growled into your ear. “And I’m going to make you sing, cara.” 

And he did make you sing—your voice echoing off the rafters of the chapel as he brought you to orgasm.

Translations dolcezza-sweetness Ragazza birichina-naughty girl Mi dispiace-I'm sorry cara-dear/darling

[yallthemwitches]

An Act of Giving

Wrote this super quick for Jily Kinktober Day 5, prompt face sitting.

Would like to thank @daiz-nsfw for keeping the James munch agenda alive and well in this community. We thank you for your service.

AO3 Link here for all my Jily Kinktober work

“I hate to take you away from Lupin–I know you too really like to patrol together–”

“No, yeah, I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

“To be honest, I just wanted you to myself—”

Lily blinked at him. Michael continued to smile, either unaware of the implication in his comment or completely shameless. With him it was always hard to tell. 

“Evans— Wheeler…”

Lily whipped around. James jogged up to them, his tie undone so it was swinging to the side. 

“Potter,” Michael's face twisted from a cool confidence to smug in a matter of seconds,“ Did you come to turn yourself in for one of your antics or are you just wanting to chat?”

James flashed a smile. “Oh Mr. Head Boy, I hate to disappoint but I only tell my secrets to those who deserve it.”

Michael frowned back, getting more annoyed the longer they stood there.

“But really, Potter. What do you want?”

“Evans actually–.” 

Lily felt her face rush with color, not going undetected by either boy. 

“---she promised me she’d give me her notes for potions.”

It wasn’t his best cover-up, but at least it was half the truth. Lily caught the hint.

“Oh, right! So sorry, Michael but our exam is tomorrow and I really did promise him…”

She started to back away and both boys followed her movement.

“I left them in Slughorn’s office actually–was planning to go back for them anyways.”

The ends of James’ lips curved upwards. “Brilliant, lead the way.”

She nodded curtly at Michael who bounced his gaze between her and James, mouth set. 

“Ok–see you tonight then.”

Lily and James turned the corner before Michael could parse out that something was amiss. Not even a corridor away, James ripped open the door of one of the many empty classrooms and Lily ducked inside it. 

She sat against a table and watched as James locked the door and silenced the room, a clear sign that he had not had as studious intentions as he had put on for the Head Boy. 

“Don’t want anyone to overhear my very secret potions notes?” Lily taunted.

James walked slowly to her and her heart rate accelerated. She wasn’t an idiot, she saw the look in his eye the minute he had approached them. He wanted her. Wanted her badly enough to interrupt whatever she was doing to get her alone.

Once she was at arms length, he grabbed for her, hands weaving through hair, mouth running up her neck in open mouth kisses, absolutely lost in his own desire. Lily wrapped her arms over his shoulders to tug at the messy tangle of hair on the back of his head, leaning into his lips which had burned a path to her jaw. 

“I missed you,” he panted out, making it to her mouth. She nipped at his lower lip and he let out a low noise, hands tightening around her. 

“It’s been three hours.”

“So you were counting too.”

With no other comment, he dropped to his knees. Guiding her gently to sit against the side of the table, his hands slid down the length of her legs before curling around into her lower thighs. Lily gripped the sides of the table as he commenced a slow tortuous ascent towards her center, kissing her inch by inch. 

“I’m the one who should be on my knees,” she hummed out, “you’ve already gone down on me once today.”

“Shhh, Evans,” he said while preoccupied with leaving nip marks on her thigh, “who said there was a limit to how many times I taste you anyways.”

He traveled up to the bottom of her skirt, sucking a patch of purple into her skin as he used both hands to crumple the fabric up towards the waistband. Ungluing his mouth, he straightened up for a moment, lips already swollen from his work. He fingered the waistband of her knickers with a pointer finger, pulling at the elastic as his finger flexed and straightened, a movement Lily knew too well from feeling it inside her. 

“Mr. Head Boy fancies you, you know.”

He didn’t look up from where he toyed with her knickers, now pulling them down as slow as possible so the tips of his fingers skimmed against her skin. 

“I heard him in the locker rooms after practice—he’s going to ask you out. Said he was going to switch your patrols to get you both alone–”

Lily’s breath deepened as her knickers were carelessly thrown aside and James situated himself back between her legs, hands on either side of her inner thigh.

“Hmm, is James Potter jealous?” 

“I dunno, should I be? You still haven’t said yes to me–”

It was hard to take him at face value when he was hovering his mouth over her clit. He didn’t move to go any closer, letting his breath wash over her, making her impossibly wetter every second he stayed there. 

“Michael’s not the one who has made me come today is he?” she teased.

James just smiled, eyes now dark. His hands tightened against her skin, leaving small indents in the soft flesh. 

“Correction Evans,” the words sent a shiver through her middle all the way up to her head, “He’s not the one who will have made you come twice today.”

He gave a small lick to the top of her clit, a teasing gesture he knew would make her squirm. Her hand jumped into his hair, holding his face as close as possible, unwilling to let up until she got what she wanted. 

“Potter—please—”

He didn’t need any more convincing. Lily had had other blokes go down on her before in the past, but something was different with James. Even from the beginning, it was like he had a map to her body. Knew every little spot: the places that made her squirm and edge towards release and the places that made her come on command, like a shock to her system. She liked that he took his time. It was always hard to believe when boys said they liked the taste of pussy, but with James she really believed it. He savored his time between her legs, taking it as a sacred act, one that he very often did without any reward for himself. 

His tongue moved a bit more rough than usual, pulsing into her each time he passed over to the other side. He hoisted a thigh onto the blade of his shoulder, getting a different angle to suck and lap at her. She kept her hands tightly wound into his hair, eyes glazed as he stared back up at her with an expression she could only describe as euphoric. 

“That’s it baby—just like that.”

She could feel her release mounting like a crackling energy within her stomach, but James lifted his head, mouth open and glistening.

She heard herself begin to plead, “No–no, don’t stop. Don’t talk—just keep–”

“Will you fuck my face?”

That got her attention. Her eyes searched his for a moment, waiting for an elaboration.

“I want you to ride my face until you come,” he said matter of fact.

“Oh, Christ—yes.”

James scrambled onto his feet before climbing himself onto the table. He was still fully clothed besides his tie which had been long lost since they entered the room and the fabric of his pants strained to keep his erection captive. 

Lily stood and undid her skirt before walking to the end of the table where his legs dangled and pulled herself up over him. Crawling her way up his body, she dipped her hips over his groin so her center grinded up against his clothed cock. James let out a hiss, grabbing at her hips and holding her in place for a second longer before ushering her to continue her climb. 

Positioned so she was hovering just under his mouth, he latched his arms around her thighs.

“One of these days Evans, I’m going to tie you to my bed and see how many times I can make you come with my tongue–.”

Lily hummed and grabbed his hair, tugging his mouth to meet her clit again.

“---but today, I want you to use me. Don’t hold back. I want to taste the way you come when your hips are grinding into my mouth–”

She dropped her body onto him, effectively clipping off his words. The change in angle brought a whole new perspective to his talent. His tongue flicked upwards into her, absolutely relentless, swirling in and out. Her hips moved instinctually, just as they would on his cock. Hips rolling against his mouth, letting him reach from the tip of her folds to the bud of her asshole. 

She thanked Merlin he had the thought to use a silencing charm. She could feel her vocalizations coming out of her mouth, but it was like everything was put on hold other than the movement of him beneath her. She could have been screaming or completely silent for all she knew, the only thing that mattered was James’ tongue coaxing her rapidly to climax. 

She clenched his hair, tilting his head up and pushing him deeper into her. Her other hand reached back, finding his erection and cupping it through his pants. The action made her back arch like a bow, taut and ready to snap. 

“I’m so close–keep going—” 

James never stopped watching her, glasses now askew and eyes dark and determined. He clenched harder into her thighs and propelled her with the movement of her hips, aiding in her grinding. Her body started to shake from her nearing release and he thrust his tongue deep inside her, suctioning his mouth to give a soft suck to her folds. 

The light of climax bubbled over. She quivered on top of him, moaning out his name as her hips kept moving of their own accord. Only in the final comedown did she realize that her whole lower half had been clenched against him, now sore with effort. 

James threw his head back, catching his breath as Lily scooted herself down to lay her head against his shoulder. Still completely hard, she snaked a hand down to climb under his waistband, but he stilled her, holding it flat against his stomach. 

“Let’s just be still for a minute.”

He tilted his head up to kiss the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her middle. 

“If I knew you being jealous would make you so giving then I would have put up with Michael a long time ago—”Lily huffed against his shoulder.

A rumble came from James' chest. His arm tightening against her. 

“So you are still considering humoring our dearest Head Boy?”

He was trying to sound cool, but she could hear the uncertainty behind his words. Lily pulled her head up to look into his eyes. They were still pools of ecstasy, just as happy to lay on the table with her as he was to make her come, never asking for anything in return. She softly drifted her thumb across his lip, feeling the result of her climax wet on his skin. 

“No, but I will consider whatever I need to do to get you to tie me down so I can’t do my patrols with him.”

He smiled, like he was born anew.

“I’ll be happy to assist.”

[creamecafe]

A Chance to Say Goodbye | Joaquin Torres

Summary: Y/N and Joaquin get into a serious argument after Joaquin got injured badly trying to stop the Flag-Smashers.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fighting, eventual fluff at end, swearing

Word Count: ??

Author's Note: One of my works that I started when I was around 14 years old but never got to post.

Feedback is much appreciated!

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It had been a fine, regular day. You were at home while your boyfriend Joaquin was in Switzerland.

You worried about him constantly if he was ok, if he was injured. But most importantly, is he alive? You try to brush off the thought as you were trying to keep the house clean. Dating Joaquin is both amazing but it can also come with it's challenges.

He can be a bit stubborn at times and gets himself into danger, even though he's a Air Force lieutenant and he chose this job because he wanted to protect people.

You appreciated that part about him. He wanted to help other people. He didn't have superpowers or super human strength, but it's the most he can do such as protecting his country. But with so many people he helps, you wonder, if one day, he'll be able to save himself.

All of the pondering and thinking got interrupted, when you suddenly got a call from a unknown number. You picked it up.

'Hello?"

"Hello, am I speaking with Y/N L/N?"

"Depends on who's asking"

"This is the Switzerland hospital, we're here with Joaquin Torres."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh no...what happened? Is everything alright with him?"

"Yes and no. He was beaten up by a terrorist group that is wanted called the "Flag-Smashers". He tried to stop them but he got punched multiple times and had a hard time breathing due to how hard they threw him on the ground."

The tears in your eyes were starting to form already. Your worst nightmare has finally become reality.

"Oh my God. I can't believe it. What is the state he's in now?"

"Right now he can walk fine but the bruises on his face can take time to heal."

"Is the group found? Did anyone see their faces?"

"At the moment no, but we'll update you with information about the group. We're setting up transportation for Joaquin Torres to return due to his condition."

"He'll return where?"

"He'll return to [the house you live in]. We'll drop him off at the airport."

"Ok what time would I expect to pick him up?"

"In about 3 hours if that's ok with you miss."

"Yes it's alright with me."

"Ok, again I'm sorry about the condition of Joaquin ma'am. We might have to call him for questioning about what he saw that night but other than that we want to make sure he's doing well."

"Thank you, very much. I appreciate it, a lot."

"You have a good day miss."

"You too thank you."

You hung up the phone, slowly put the phone on the counter and just took a deep breath. The thought of Joaquin being hurt was too much. What if it had been worse? What if he had been killed?

You try to relax as you have to pick up Joaquin from the airport in 2 ½ hours. You went to the bathroom to take a shower and after take a nap. An alarm was set in your phone to let you know when it's time to pick up your boyfriend.

An hour ½ passed and your alarm rang. You went to get ready and drove to the airport 15 minutes away from your home. You waited in front of the area, trying to see Joaquin. Luckily (not really) the bruises on his face made him stand out in which it made him easy to spot.

He sees your car and smiles, but he can only smile small and not a huge one as he always does when sees you due to the pain that happens. He goes up to the passenger side and opens the car. He gets inside and puts his bag in the back.

"Hi baby." He smiles again leaning in for a kiss.

"Hi" You said not leaning in back with a cold stare

It doesn't take long for Joaquin to know that you are upset, besides the fact you guys have been dating since before the blip.

The ride home was a painfully silent ride. You didn't want it to be one, but you felt like you had to make it clear you weren't happy with the choice Joaquin made confronting those terrorists by themselves, especially without backup or Sam there with him.

Soon enough you guys made it home. You went inside, not waiting for Joaquin, while he was getting his bag from the back of your car. You guys went inside of your home and still no conservation.

"Baby I'm going to take a shower and maybe we can watch a movie together? I'll make the popcorn and you choose the movie tonight." Joaquin heads up to the stairs.

"A movie night? Seriously, after what happened, you want to do a movie night? We're not going to address the elephant in the room?"

His back was facing you but he sighed knowing this wouldn't be easy to drop. He turned to you

"What you did that night was probably the most idiotic, mindless, stupid shit you could have done, that I know of."

"I know that-"

"You couldn't wait for backup or Sam to be there? You just wanted to be the hero in the situation, instead you became a victim and got attacked. You're no stronger or bigger than the Avengers, you could die Joaquin."

"Babe, please you have nothing worry about, it's alright."

"Alright? Alright? You think putting yourself in danger and making me so worried every night that you may not come home is alright to me?"

Joaquin looks down.

"Do you think I like having the thought that I might have to bury my boyfriend one day? Or I get a knock on the door, hearing the news that you died during a mission or I get a call? Your voice starts to break.

"Baby, Y/N," Joaquin comes closer

"I'm sorry. It's just," You swallow trying to hold back tears.

"You know everything that has happened these past 6 years, it's just that if something happens to you, I don't even get a chance to say goodbye or I love you for the last time. That's what I'm afraid of."

Joaquin walks up to you, taking in his arms and just holds you. He sways just like a mother would do for their child in a crib so they they can calm down.

Your tears and running nose stains his sweater, but he doesn't care about that right now. All he cares about is how your feeling. He plants a sweet, tender kiss to the top of your head. He then pulls back and you both look at each other. He smiles, while your tears were visible to the fact it was rolling down your face.

"I promise nothing will happen to me. And I'm sorry to make you worried, truly I am."

You smile realizing you can't be mad at him any more longer. All you can do is be grateful is that he's here in this moment with you, holding you. You cup his bruised face, he winces a bit but doesn't back away.

You kiss him passionately. He does the same back. He cups your face with one hand and holds your waist. You both pull apart to take some air. You can't help but laugh with the tears rolling down your face.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Joaquin."

"About that movie night?"

"Ok we can do it. But I'm picking the movie."

"Fine with me, I do the popcorn."

You both smile and the rest of the night you cuddle together soundly watching [your favourite movie inserted].

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[vodika-vibes]

All Mine

Summary: Tup returns home after a long day of training with one thing on his mind, you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 2380

Warnings: Smut, this is pure filth everyone. Also, reader is a pole dancing instructor

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is spite smut. I said I was going to do it, and I did. So here it is.

“Hey, Tup!” Tup grimaces as Fives flings his arm over his shoulder, “We’re hitting up 79s now that the task master has freed us-”

“-just for that, Fives, I should make you run more laps,” Rex says as he walks past them, though it’s clear that he has no intention of following through on that threat.

Fives ignores Rex, “Anyway, wanna join us?”

“Who’s us?” Tup asks, as though he’s seriously considering it.

“Me and Echo,” Tup rolls his eyes, “Jesse, Kix, Hardcase. Oh, we got Dogma to agree-”

“You got Dogma to agree?”

“Boy needs to either get drunk or get laid.” Fives says dramatically, “And yes, he agreed. So, are you in?”

“Mm…pass.”

“What! Why?”

“I have plans.”

“Better plans than watching Dogma get totally plastered or watching him try to fumble through flirting with someone?” Fives asks, sounding aghast.

“Okay, rude. He wouldn’t fumble that badly. And also, yes.”

“Like what?” Fives demands.

“I’m going home. To my girl.”

Fives blinks at him, “You have a girl? You?”

“I think I’m insulted.” Tup mutters, “But yes, I do and she’s amazing, so I’m going home. To her.”

“Well, what does she do? What’s she like?” Fives asks.

Tup twists his lips, “She’s a dancer, and she’s amazing and that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Fives releases him, “Fine. I don’t actually believe that she exists, but since I’m an amazing big brother, I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“How magnanimous of you.” Tup lifts his bag higher on his shoulder, “Have fun getting drunk. Try not to get arrested. I’ll see you in a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. Later, Tup’ika!” Fives calls as he turns his attention on Dogma, who looks so very resigned. 

Tup almost feels bad.

Almost.

And not nearly almost enough to put his plans on hold. 

So he throws a wave over his shoulder, and then hurries out of the barracks before anyone else can stop him. 

His mind is already firmly locked on his cyare, and all of his plans for the evening.

Tup is lucky that his cyare lives close enough that he’s able to walk to her apartment. 

He walks through the familiar streets, until he reaches her dance studio, and he keys in his personal code to the door. Her studio is a special one, all of the windows have been coated so that the people outside can’t see the dancers inside.

Which is a good thing, since his perfect cyare teaches pole dancing.

Loud music thrums through the building as he pokes his head into the lesson room to see what’s going on. She’s mid-lesson still, clad in that dark blue and white leotard set that he loves so much. Her legs and feet are both bare, and she doesn’t seem to notice him. 

He watches her for a moment, leaning against the door frame, before one of the students notices him, “Ah! Hi Tup!” She shouts, “Are you joining us today?”

His cyare turns her head at the call of his name, and she favors him with a blinding smile, “Tup!” He drops his bag on the floor to catch her as she flings herself into his arms, “Welcome home!”

“Mm, this is a very nice welcome.” He drops a kiss to her lips, “But don’t let me interrupt your class, love.”

“You can join us. There’s an open pole,” She offers, very temptingly.

Tup laughs, “Maybe later this week. Rex put me through the wringer today.” He drops one more kiss to her lips, and sets her back on her feet, before he lowers his head to press his lips against her ear, “I’m going to shower, if you finish up in time, feel free to join me.”

“And if class doesn’t end in time?” She asks lightly.

“Then we’ll just have to shower again later.” He says with a wink.

She grins, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tup kisses her one more time, and then grabs his bag back off the floor and heads towards the stairs that lead to the apartment above the studio. The music is much quieter up here, though that’s 100% because the entire building was soundproofed when she bought it. 

He tosses his bag next to the laundry and heads through the apartment to the fresher, intent on taking a very long, very hot shower. He doesn’t expect his cyare to join him anytime soon, though.

Pity.

Oh well, it just means that he’ll have to have his fun when she finishes with work. All this means is that he has time to plan.

Finally the lesson is over.

It’s been nearly an hour since Tup returned home, and you know that he’s already finished his shower.

You firmly, yet politely, usher your students out of the studio and lock the door behind your last student, before you turn the music off and look around the studio. You need to clean up before your next lesson.

But your next lesson is in several days, which means the mess will hold.

You hurry up the stairs and into your apartment, a broad grin crossing your face when you see Tup heading towards you. “Sorry that took so long,” You say brightly as you fling yourself into his arms.

He catches you effortlessly and lifts you to hook your legs around his waist, “No harm done. I figured you’d be a while.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead against his, “I should probably shower. I’m covered in sweat and-” You’re cut off when his lips catch yours in a deep kiss.

“Don’t care. You’re just going to get even more sweaty.” Tup adjusts his grip on you and uses his free hand to remove the top part of your leotard, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later. “Mm, someday I’m going to convince you to let me take you down in your studio.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face heats at the thought, though you’re not opposed to the idea. Instead of answering, though, you grind yourself against his erection, pulling a moan from his lips, “You’re already hard,” You note.

“I’ve been wanting to bury myself in you since I got here. That's why I turned down the dance lesson.” His lips move to your throat, and he quickly sucks a mark onto the tender skin there. 

You release a breathless laugh, before you press your hands through his hair, “Tup,” You coo his name.

“Hm?” He doesn’t pull himself away from your throat.

You comb your fingers through his curls, “Let’s go downstairs.” You offer.

Tup stops moving for a moment, before he pulls back and blinks at you, “Downstairs?”

“Into the studio.” You confirm, you wiggle against him and he groans again, though you're not sure if it’s because of the wiggling or because of the offer. Or maybe a mix of both.

Slowly he sets you to your feet, “Okay.” Tup says as he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “Downstairs.”

You take a half step back from him and then giggle as he pulls you back against him, his hands moving to your hips, “Tup!”

His warm hands ease the bottom part of your leotard down your legs, and tosses them to the side, “Better to remove these here, I think.”

“I think you just want to stare at my ass,” You tease.

“Mm,” Tup’s hands slide across your ass and he squeezes roughly enough that you squeak, “You do have an amazing ass.” He agrees. And then he lightly pats your hip, “Alright, let’s go.”

“What about you?” You ask lightly.

Tup chuckles and kicks off his sleep pants, tossing them to the side as well. “There. Now we’re both naked.” He crowds into your personal space before you can get more than a glimpse of his cock, which was intentional, you’re sure. “Downstairs, cyare.”

You let him usher you down the stairs and into the studio.

It’s a lot cooler down here than in the apartment, and you can’t help but notice how Tup is eyeing the wall of mirrors with a small grin on his lips. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you are sure that he won’t leave you guessing for long.

And you’re right.

He presses into your personal space, his warm hands caressing your exposed skin, banishing the chill with ease. His lips find purchase on your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin, pulling pleasure filled moans and gasps from your lips. 

“Listen to you,” Tup coos against your throat, “Singing for me already, and we haven’t even started yet.” His hands slide to your hips and he squeezes tightly, before he spins you around so you’re facing the mirrors.

There’s no hiding the pout on your face, “I can’t touch you like this, Tup.” You whine.

He chuckles in your ear, and you shiver at the sound. “Oh, kitten, you weren’t going to be touching me anyway.” His hands slide down your arms comfortingly, and guide your hands to the pole in front of you. He presses a kiss right under your ear, “Some day, beautiful, you’re going to give me a show. But I need you too much for that right now.”

He easily manipulates your body so that you’re bent at the waist, your hands wrapped firmly around the pole, and your legs spread for him. It’s a very exposed position, and you can’t help but squirm when you feel his hands massaging your ass and hips. 

“You look amazing like this,” Tup praises quietly, “All spread out and eager for me. And only me.” There’s something like smug satisfaction in his voice, though you don’t question it.

This is the only time he shows any possessive qualities, and you find it unbearably hot.

“Tup-” You whine his name when he goes longer without touching you than you would prefer.

“I’m here, cyare.” His hand slides up your spine, and then back down again, “I’m right here. Kriff, look at how wet you are.” One of his fingers teases your entrance, and you release a keening noise, as you try to rock back onto his fingers. “You’re so needy, cyare.”

“Please, Tup-”

Slowly he eases his finger inside you, and thrusts a couple of times, “Cyare, you don’t even need any prep,” Tup teases, “You’re already so aroused. Maybe I should have you like this more often.”

You whine as you rock back against his fingers, and that whine turns into a noise of displeasure as he pulls his finger out of you. “Tup-”

“Shh, I have you.” Tup settles himself behind you and rocks his cock against your slit, the head of his cock nudging your clit just enough that you whimper for him.

And then, finally, he thrusts into you with a low groan.

In spite of how needy he is, and he is needy, he moves slow. Taking his sweet time until he’s completely bottomed out inside you. He tightly grips your hip with one hand, while the other reaches up to wrap around your hands on the pole.

Tup remains still, raining feather light kisses against the back of your neck and shoulders, until you’re squirming against him. And then, and only then, does he pull out until only the head of his cock remains.

When he thrusts in this time, it’s a lot faster and harder than originally, and a pleasure filled moan falls from your lips as you rock back to meet his thrusts.

“There we go,” Tup gasps out, his grip tightening, “Kriff, you take me so good, cyare. Like your pretty pussy was made for my cock.” His hand leaves your hip to slide up your body and caress your breasts, “Like you were made for me.”

His name tumbles off your lips like a prayer, and he chuckles as he presses a kiss under your ear, “Beautiful. You’re perfect,” He praises, “I love you so much.” He nips your earlobe gently, and then sucks another mark high on your neck.

“Are you going to fall apart for me, cyar’ika?” He coos in your ear, “Are you going to cream all over my cock?”

“Yyes…please, Tup-” You’re not quite sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, as his free hand drags down your body and presses against your clit. Not roughly, but hard enough that you whimper and fall apart around his cock. Only able to stay on your feet by virtue of his arm wrapped tightly around you.

His thrusts become shallower as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it’s only when he’s sure that you’ve recovered enough, that he pulls out and flips you so that you’re facing him.

Your hair is sticking to your face, and you’re breathing hard, and Tup is looking at you like he’s never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“You did so good for me,” He praises, “Can you give me another one? Just one more?”

Your arms slide around his neck, and you nod mutely. “Can. Will.”

He chuckles, and lifts you so that your legs are around his waist against, his hard cock sliding deep within you, and brushing against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Tup presses your back against the pole and he guides your hands so that they’re clinging to the pole over your head, “There you go, just like that.” Tup whispers, “So good for me, cyare. Doing so good.”

You smile at him, it’s hard to focus with his buried so deep inside you, but you can focus enough. “Always good for Tup. Because I belong to Tup.”

He releases a shuddering groan and leans in, “Damn right you do.” Tup kisses you deeply, “And I belong to you.” He pulls away just long enough to check to make sure that you were comfortable, before he restarts the same rapid pace from earlier.

You’re definitely not going to be able to walk, or do anything, tomorrow. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he looks at you like you’re the most important person in the galaxy.

It tracks…after all, he’s the most important person in the galaxy to you too.

[wonhoscumrag]

How they react to you ignoring them to read a book (NSFW but only for Jing Yuan tho)

Gepard

You didn't mean to do it. You were reading the sequel to a fantasy novel that just dropped, and he came over right as the anticipated fight scene was happening. Just terrible timing on his part. “Hold on, I'm at the best part” you mumbled while your eyes were still glossing over the pages. He smiled and sat down next to you. It was getting harder for you to see each other, his workload was increasing, and you barely had downtime for yourselves, let alone each other. 

After a couple of minutes of gazing at you and looking at his watch, he knew you wouldn’t budge until you were done with the book. He was mad or anything, maybe a little disappointed, but he understood how much you loved the series and didn’t want to intrude. Instead, he decided to get out of your hair and to leave so he wouldn't feel like a bother. You shut that book so quick and rushed over to him before he could walk out the door.

Jing Yuan

In all fairness…he was ignoring you first. You came by, and he was working on some papers.

“Aren't you supposed to be retired?” He hummed thoughtfully and smiled at your question while continuing to sign documents. You rolled your eyes and sat down by him while he was working. You pulled out a romance book you grabbed at a kiosk, it looked corny, but the clerk recommended it so no harm no foul. When he finished, he looked over at you and saw you engrossed in your novel. He decided to give you a couple of minutes to finish, but even after that you didn't budge. He ended up closing his eyes and dozing off. When he woke up, there you sat, STILL reading. He sighed and moved over to you. “Love, how long do you intend to read for?” You flipped a page and mumbled “almost done”. Usually he saw no problem in indulging your whims, but not this time. He picked the book from your hands and mumbled “You must have forgotten about me, should I give you a reminder of my presence” He said before kissing you as a form of distraction.

By this point, he had you on all fours over his desk. The book you were reading was placed right in front of you.

He placed both hands on your waist before slowly sliding his cock into you. “You have a lot of nerve to ignore me, of all people, to read a romance novel.” You planted your head onto the pages while trying to not moan out loud out of fear that anyone outside would hear him.

Jing Yuan grabbed onto your hair to force you to keep your eyes on the book. “Since you want to keep reading so badly, then fortunately I'm giving you the chance to finish reading. Unfortunately, you need to read out loud or else I’m not letting you come.”

Sampo

Bro dead ass just spoils the book like genuinely what is wrong with him

You were cuddled up by your fireplace and fully immersed in the mystery novel you picked up. Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by a jingling sound coming from your door.

Before you could get up to investigate, your door slowly opened and your face morphed from fear to annoyance by the 6-foot purple haired thief trying to sneak into your apartment. “Hello love, it’s been a while huh” he smiled while nervously laughing and looking around. He was definitely on the run again. You rolled your eyes at him before opening your book again, “I’m not harboring a fugitive, so find someone else to harass Sampo”.

When you finished your sentence, you looked up to find him gone. He snuck up behind you and peered over your shoulder, “oh come on, I promise you if I’m caught that they won’t think we’re together”

“Out” you said while flipping the page. He sighed and lowered his shoulders while walking towards the window to escape. With one foot out the window he said “oh by the way, that book was pretty good, the twist where the butler and mistress framed the maid was crazy. I never saw it coming. Happy reading” he waved before jumping out. By the time Sampo was on the ground, all he could hear was the angry yelling coming from your open window.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Mountain

@jegulus-microfic March 22 Word count 854

Previous part First part

James was fretting. It couldn’t be a good thing that both Black parents were at Grimmauld Place. He worried when Regulus was at Death Eater meetings as Voldemort was liberal with his use of the Cruciatus curse when his followers displeased him, but at least Regulus had a house to go to and didn’t have to keep up the facade for long. But with Orion and Walburga, he would always have to be on guard. Then there was also the selfish side that James tried not to think about too much. With Lord and Lady Black in residence, Regulus would never be able to slip away and see him, and James had gotten used to seeing him on a regular basis, what with all their adventures and Thestral meetings. 

Sirius, on the other hand, was trying to convince himself that everything was absolutely fine because if he didn’t, he was going to end up breaking the door down of number 12 and yank his boyfriend and his brother out.

For now, though, James had to calm himself as they had an order meeting. No one else in the order knew about their true mission apart from Dumbledore and Mad-Eye. 

Most of the Order was already sitting at the long table of whoever’s house they were using. James knew better than to ask. He and Sirius took their seats and chattered with the members they were friendly with. Frank and his new wife Alice sat quietly, whispering to each other and by the blush that kept creeping across Frank's cheeks, James didn’t want to disturb them. Mary had no such qualms. 

“Oi, Alice, stop telling Frank what you’re going to do to him after the meeting and say hello.” It was Alice’s turn to blush. 

“Sorry, honeymoon period.” She giggled sweetly. “How is everyone?”

James had to grit his jaw as Peter greeted him, chatting happily about his promotion within the Ministry. Sirius kept a tight hold of his arm under the table to keep him from ripping Pettigrew apart. They had to keep that secret. They’d deal with him in the end. 

Lily wandered in just as Mary finished telling everybody about the disastrous cake she’d tried to make.

“Nearly burnt the flat down. I don’t know how Mum does it.”

James slipped her a note as she settled herself into her seat. He didn’t think anyone had seen as they were still enraptured in Mary’s description of the insanely fit fireman who turned up after she panicked and forgot she was a witch.

“Right, can we get started then?” Mad-Eye grunted, stopping all talk of the way the fireman’s biceps stretched his t-shirt so much that Mary was surprised it didn’t just rip apart. “So, I’ve gathered you all here because—” He was interrupted by Marlene banging the door off the wall as she entered late.

“You’ve got exactly 20 minutes of my time, Mad-Eye. Dorcas is waiting for me, and she’s said she’ll start without me if I’m not back on time.” James watched as Alastor Moody closed his eye and took a few deep breaths before he confronted Marlene. 

“McKinnon, you’re late. Sit down and listen up.” His growling words were barely audible, but everyone in the room heard them. Marlene hurried over to Mary and took her place around the table. “Right as I was saying.” He glared at Marlene, who wasn’t embarrassed in the least. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a spy.” The room went silent. 

Dumbledore had already told him they needed to alert the others that there was a spy. They needed the other members to be more careful with what information they told whom and more secretive with where they were talking. Dumbledore didn’t want to reveal that they knew it was Peter, but he wanted to limit what true information he was able to glean from the others. 

James watched as Peter squirmed in his seat. He wanted so badly to just out him now and let the order have at him. But he knew how much Dumbledore wanted to use him. It made his blood boil.

Moody had a list of new rules that had to be followed in the letter. They were now under strict instructions not to tell even other order members what any of their assignments involved. “Now get out,” Moody ordered once the meeting was over. “I’ve got a mountain of paperwork to get through, and you’re all keeping me from it."  

“I wish we could go to Evan’s.”James huffed at Sirius once they’d left the meeting, “I need Barty to describe his plan on how to deal with Peter.” The bubbling anger was still just beneath the surface, and he was having trouble keeping it in. If Sirius had had his dog ears at that moment, they would have perked up. He suddenly apparated, leaving James standing alone in the alleyway entrance. 

A few moments later, Sirius’s dog patronus appeared. It opened its mouth, and Sirius’s voice called out. “Come on, loser, we’re waiting.” James felt the smile spread across his face as he apparated to Rosier House.       

Next part

[frankenjoly]

hi hello may i interest you in some misc ships both rare and not <3

"i want her back" + higumitch

"none of us go on forever." + fukufuku

"what? sorry, i'm a bit tired." + mushiango

"we can beg for forgiveness later" + lemon futon

*cracks knuckes*

higumitch + “i want her back”

“Gin!!!” Higuchi called out, running towards them so fast she basically collided against her friend when finally getting there. In fact, if Gin wasn’t strong enough to counter such a speed with ease, the two would have ended up on the floor. “I need your help, please! It’s… an emergency.”

Gin let go of her and took a step back so there was enough space to motion, then signed a simple ‘Context? Please.’

“Okay… I’ve just met a very pretty girl, and I’ve also totally made a fool of myself and…” She let out a deep, embarrassed sigh. “I stumbled so badly. Then I panicked and fled, and almost tripped with my own feet too and… fuck. Bet she thinks I’m a complete idiot.”

‘No. Doubt it.’ Gin replied, stretching a hand to readjust one of the clips on Higuchi’s hair, and before she could ask how anyone could be that sure, the answer manifested in the most literal sense.

Margaret was approaching them.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She said when arriving, a polite smile on her face. Gin instantly shook his head, which wasn’t much of a save but didn’t count as throwing Higuchi under the bus either (as if her friend would actually do that, but well, she was nervous). When she mirrored the gesture, Margaret continued. “Then I want her back.”

“O-oh! Of course, yes.”

Said and done: tapping her shoulder in encouragement, Gin quickly took her leave.

lemon futon + “we can beg for forgiveness later”

“And if something goes wrong and we get caught?” Katai asked, already dreading the answer he might get.

“Ah, don’t worry! We can beg for forgiveness later.” And… there it was; just as he was expecting, Kajii didn’t exactly reassure him. In fact, he was so nervous he might be about to puke at any moment. Still, he didn’t let go of Kajii’s hand and let him guide them both to the place. “Have you never ever risked getting into trouble just ‘cause the thing you were gonna do was fun?”

“Uh… no, not really.” Growing up, Doppo had been his only actual friend, and the only one of the two who ever got into trouble as well even if it was about defending certain causes and not looking for fun per se.

“Oh! In that case, will you let me show you, my dear Katai?” Instead of seeming upset in any capacity, there was a glimmer in his eyes hinting at how the possibility appealed to him greatly. He even stopped for a second, now taking both of Katai’s hands and smiling from ear to ear. It didn’t take a genius to notice the silent plea that accompanied the gesture, nor could he resist it.

“I--” A smile tugged at Katai’s lips. “Alright, I will.”

fukufuku + “none of us go on forever”

“None of us go on forever, I know.” Fukuzawa said, after only a brief moment in silence; it felt like, if he left anything unsaid, it would be like that permanently. And given how they had to return from the book’s space eventually, the feeling was rooted in something very real. “But I wish things had been different.”

“Me too, Yuki. Me too.” Gen’ichirô replied, and something stirred inside his chest at the sound of those words.

‘Yuki’ was a remnant of way simpler times, where they could be just kids and their first separation was still so far ahead none of them could have predicted. And getting called like that, now they were heading for their last…

Without even thinking about it, he held out his hand to the side, and shortly after their fingers were entwined. They way it had happened many years ago, as Gen’ichirô led him towards his latest discovery (a new bakery, a stray cat, the train they shouldn’t miss). The way it had also been when they became a couple.

“I wish we’d had more time, too.” Was the last thing Fukuzawa heard before the moment was broken.

mushiango + “what? sorry, i’m a bit tired”

“What?” Ango said, finally moving his eyes away from the documents he had been… glancing at, saying he was paying attention at that point would have been quite the overstatement, and Mushitarô knew it. “Sorry, I’m a bit tired.”

“I figured when you didn’t answer the first three times.” He answered, scrunching his nose a little before letting out a simple sigh.

“Sorry, really. I thought I could get this done before heading out and now it’s been… how much time has it been?” As he finished speaking, Ango moved to reach for his phone and check the hour. But instead of letting him proceed, Mushitarô basically shoved the screen of his own towards Ango’s face. And, upon reading the clock’s numbers, his eyes went wide. “Holy shit…”

“Yeah. Anyway, you’re going home.” Mushitarô turned the phone screen back so he could face it again, and started looking some things up. “And I’m going to cancel the reservation for tonight’s restaurant.”

“What? Wait!” Ango grabbed his wrist, pleading, but he didn’t yield.

“No. If you’re as exhausted as you look, there’s no way having dinner out is going to be as enjoyable as it could be. So you’re going home, I’m going with you, and we’re ordering takeout instead.” 

At what was very clearly the realization of how Mushitarô wasn’t calling their date off but rearranging the specifics, Ango visibly relaxed.

“... Oh. Alright.”

(Also on ao3.)

[eri-pl]

Blood, red like fire

Miriel pricked her finger on the needle. It was more difficult to control her hroa now, when the bounduaries between her and not-her were fuzzy. Her mother had warned her it would be like this.

At least she didn't break or lose the needle. It had been part of a gift from Vaire herself. Miriel smiled, remembering how the Valie --- and not other than the Weaver herself --- complimented her work.

A red drop bloomed on her fingertip, and she put it to her lips, not willing to risk staining any of the threads. The blood was too hot, almost painful to touch. Warmth creeped down her arm too, up her forearm and deep inside her body.

It was a new kind of warmth, not like the soothing, accepting light of Trees or her husband's embrace. Not like steady fire of the hearth even. It was unlike anything she'd known before. Somehow more new than every new thing she'd experienced before, more new even than the shores of Aman when she'd seen them for the first time.

This child would be brilliant.

The realization came suddenly, from within the warmth, and both quickly passed, but she knew. Deep inside her, the fire grew.

--- a few days before ---

Vaire worked in silence. Or, to be more precise, she was silent.

The prisoner talked and talked, without much point, analyzing her tapestry and criticizing most of it. At least he did it in a brilliant prose, at least at times. So much form, so little meaning... But it had a certain poetry to it, and that was why she agreed to keep him company. Still, he was getting tiring.

"Dons't thou think that thou shouldst be reflecting on thine behavior instead of trying to give me advice on what is my calling?"

"I am reflecting indeed." He stretched out hand and the light of her shining fabric danced on his too-long, too-shiny fingernails, like starlight reflested in ice. "But tell me, are my deeds not the very thing that allowed the brilliance in your tapestries to bloom? Had I not freed you of the Lamps, what wouldst thou weave now?"

Did Melkor just compliment the Trees? Maybe he was indeed reflecting. Maybe he simply wanted to make a point. Probably the latter.

He kept talking. "As for this work being thine, do I not have a part in all of your skills? Is there anything I cannot do?"

'Be silent, for example', she thought, but didn't comment.

"Thou hast the perspective wrong again."

Vaire sighed. "Indeed, thou shouldst be reflecting instead."

Melkor actually stopped talking for some time. Was the perspective really wrong? Probably not. But she kept wondering.

"I have reflected on my deeds." he said in a solemn voice. "And it occurred to me that I should do more than that. As I have said, I have a share in all the skills of all the Valar. Let me help thee. I shall make the perspective correct."

"I won't let thee spoil my work," she said. "Make thine own."

He probably offered the 'help' only to show off, but maybe not? Maybe Melkor was indeed trying to be helpful, finally? Anyway what could go wrong with letting him work? At worst he'd waste some of her thread.

---

Vaire narrowed her eyes, trying to find out what was wrong with the perspective in Melkor's tapestry. Something was wrong, definitely. She wouldn't hang it. But at least, he'd worked for some time, and did not complain.

The prisoner's question interrupted her thoughts. "Did Aule made those needles? they seem too beautiful to be his work," he said, giving Vaire's tools back to her.

"I shall not let thee talk badly about Aule."

"As you will, o lady of this prison. But heed my advice: keep those needles to thyself, as I do not believe that anyone would be able to replace them in case someone was to steal them. Not even I."

Even without the fake humility at the end, the attempt to make her possesive was just too obvious.

Vaire smiled. She'd give all of her best needles as gifts to the Eldar. No, to one Elda. Miriel definitely deserved it.

But Melkor did not have to know. She would him think he'd won this tiny battle.

The dark Vala smiled too.

[frostymilkovich]

Buck tries to joke with Maya and annoy her by pretending to flirt, then Buck watches Eddie talking about her with Carina and later asks Maya how he realized that she liked her girlfriend.

Maya tells him "Believe me, you like him. You look at Eddie with the same look and the same intensity as I did when I saw Carina."

Buck remains silent thinking about Maya's words and discreetly watches Eddie drink his coffee.

Maya lets him think for a few seconds and then interrupts him, "When did you start having feelings for him?"

Buck fearfully responds "I think I knew from the first moment I saw him, my life took a turn after that moment and I think it was the best thing that happened to me>"

"Then there's your answer," Maya added, taking a sip of her drink. "He You can see his chemistry, he hasn't stopped seeing you even though he has a woman as beautiful as Carina in front of him."

-----------

"You could hide it a little, they look like two children who are just living their adolescence" Carina blurts out while they are standing in line to Pay.

"I feel like I'm a child. I've never felt something so intense for anyone and that terrifies me too much, it terrifies me that when I take a wrong step everything will end badly."

If Carina has learned anything during all her years in hospitals and caring for her brother, it is that feelings are important.

"It's okay to be afraid," she puts her hand on Eddie's shoulder. "That's a clear sign that you really love him and that's why you don't want to hurt him, but you should tell him what he feels as soon as possible."

Eddie turns to look at the table Maya and Buck are sitting at. The eyes of his best friend and his connect for magical seconds.

"I know, I just have to get more courage to say it and talk to Christopher about it."

It's Carina's turn to pay the bill.

"We've known you for a long time, Christopher has two parents and he knows it well. We all know that you like each other, you both even know it"

"I will, today I will confess everything" Eddie mentions, wiping the beads of sweat from his face.

¬Maya and Buck approach them after finishing their conversation.

"We're ready to go" Maya asks her wife.

"Yup, see you, we have to look for Liam at daycare."

They say goodbye to both men, both seem to be shaking and sweating even though it hasn't stopped snowing for 3 days.

"Do you think they'll finally confess their feelings?" Carina inquires.

"I'm sure that's how it will be" he pulls her towards her and gives her a kiss "They've been through a lot together, almost as much as we have. They deserve to live happily for a long time and I know that time of happiness will begin soon"