#I can’t the hand on the hip always gets me 😂

[katsuizu-stuff]

Definitely not sorry to say this but Katsuki is such a sassy person like look at the pose he is literally in it literally gives off ‘Bitch what the hell is wrong with you?’ The side stare, the attitude energy, the hand on the hip. He is giving everything and leaving no crumbs

[seungfl0wer]

Can you do 34 from the 60 more writing prompts with Seungmin or leeknow, can it be angst with a fluffy ending 🥹

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Pairing: Minho x Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst/Semi Fluff Ending

Warnings: Cursing, Arguing/Yelling, Reader gets hurt (burnt), Mentions of Blood, Mentions of wanting to die, not proof read

The time someone asks for a happy ending I leave it kinda not- I mean it’s happier than I was gonna leave it not gonna lie😂. I hope you enjoy it though. Yall really coming at me with these angst scenarios lol

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Your fiancé had just came home throwing his coat over the couch coming to meet you as you were cooking dinner in the kitchen. He seemed a bit off today probably annoyed from work as he told you about the boss being a dick lately. You were listening to music as you cooked swaying your hip as you cut up some veggies.

Minho gave you a peck on the cheek before sitting down at the table looking over some paperwork he had to do along bills that were on the table. His whole demeanor almost shifted looking over the papers he looked angry. Looked like tears wanted to peak from his eyes fists bunched at the side of the papers. You tried to ignore it wanting to keep your peace for a bit more.

A few minutes had passed before he started talking asking you questions his tone was a bit harsh as he asked “what did we get that was this price?” “Why’s the phone bill high this month” he has a good job and nice money and you worked some hours at a bakery. Money wasn’t an issue really ever. Bills were always paid on time. What was his problem?

You were in your thoughts as you moved the hot pot you had to the other to combine everything. “Y/n!” he said loudly startling you, making you drop the pot. Your hands were too fast for you to think grabbing the hot pan wincing at the pain before letting it drop. You moved quickly accidentally knocking over the other pot with everything in it. You had no time to react everything was just happening so fast. Minho looked at you “y/n can’t you pay attention for 5 fucking seconds?” He hissed at you not realizing you had just burnt yourself.

You looked at him feeling tears pull at your eyes, your vision becoming slightly blurry. You ran your hands under cold water to help the burn as the man behind you rambled on “such a fucking waste” he said grabbing the pan that had fallen. “Why can’t you just pay attention to shit?” He hissed again. The words stung, stung more than the burning of your hands. The tears started to fall a bit turning your head to him “you know what fuck you!” You tried screaming but it came out as a croak.

His eyes squinting at you “why are you even fucking crying? It’s not like you worked all day to come home and have your fiancé dump dinner on the floor because they can’t pay attention!” His words felt like daggers in just stabbing you in the back. You turned your body towards him hands shaking “I guess the food and I have something in common we are just Both a waste aren’t we.” You said whipping your eyes. You walk toward the door grabbing your keys. “Where the hell are you going?” Minho asked following behind you.

“Somewhere I’m not gonna be a bother! Don’t worry about me Minho, order some fucking food and enjoy being alone.” You said before leaving out the door slamming it behind you. You walked to your car hands still hurt you didn’t notice that when the other pan had fallen it had hit the back of your leg. Cutting it as the sharp part of the old janky pan hit it. Your sock was turning red great just great, man hands are burnt and now I’ll probably need stitches. You say smack the steering wheel. You started to just cry you cried hard at the words of your fiancé, you knew he’s been stressed but god he was being an asshole.

You drove yourself to the hospital getting stitched up, the nurse wrapping your hands that were now blistering. You drove back home after a few hours just sitting in your car really not wanting to go back up. You sat there for a good half hour just debating what you wanted to do before you ended up falling asleep. Minho saw your car pull in but was giving you space after what happened he got concerned when it turned about 2 hours of you not coming up.

He walked down to your car to see you fast asleep. He opened the door shaking his head before waking you up “leaving the doors unlocked? You want someone to kill you or something?” He said moving to the side to open your door “maybe it would solve your problem.” You said softly getting out not looking at him. He was about to talk before realizing your hands “are you ok?” He said looking at your hands. You don’t even say anything as you walked up to your house the man following slowly behind you.

You look in at the crime scene realizing Minho had cleaned it, he had also remade dinner “If you’re hungry there’s food.” He said softly you nod plopping yourself on the couch rolling your body to have your face against the back. Curling up into a ball trying not to cry again, you felt Minhos hand hesitantly rub your back. “Y/n I’m sorry.. I didn’t..” his words stuck in his throat. “God I’m sorry.” His voice cracking feeling his body shaking “you got hurt and I fucking yelled at you I don’t even know why you came back i don’t know why you haven’t kicked me out.”

Minho babbled out through tears “I wouldn’t even blame you if you didn’t want to marry me anymore.” You turned to look at him tear stained cheeks his lip quivering staring down at the ground. “Love” you said softly placing your wrapped hand on his. “Y/n please don’t try and make me feel better I hurt you I deserve to be feeling like this.” He spit “I deserve for you to hate me to never want to be around me.” He said another wave of tears falling “fuck I-“ his words not coming out. You get your body up and hold onto him.

You were still hurt but seeing him hurt made it even worse “Listen what you said was assholey however I’m not just gonna walk away from us.” You said trying to get him to look at you “I know you said it out of angry but it still hurt so we’ll just have to talk. Maybe give each other space but I’m not leaving you. When you proposed you signed away any life without me.” You teased his eyes meeting yours “you sleep in the bed tonight ok? I’ll sleep on the couch.” He said biting his lip that was still wiggling.

“I might be upset still but I don’t wanna sleep along.. unless you don’t wanna-“ you said before he cut you off “you know I love sleeping with you it’s always the easiest to sleep.” You could see him calming down by his words. You kissed his cheek getting up “alright well let’s eat and maybe talk if you want and we can go to bed.” You suggested him nodding in response.

He’d give anything to rewind everything that had happened however but it happened and he knew he’d have to show you he didn’t mean what he said. He didn’t mean for you to get hurt the way you did. He’ll spend forever feeling bad about it but also forever making it up to you showing he loves you. And even if it hurt you, you didn’t wanna throw away all the love over one argument. Love is about working through problems like these. And you loved this man no matter how dumb he was being.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

King Arthur

You were always there to patch him up after a fight, give him a bit of a home cocked meal or lie to authorities about his whereabouts.

Now, he is a King, he will forget about you, right? Right?

Was home “cocked” meal a typo? Because I took that to mean something else 😂. Enjoy!

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for smut and language, oral f receiving.

“By order of the King,” the Knight at your doorstep gives you a conspiring wink as he hands you the rolled up note. “You’ve been summoned to the palace.”

“What?” you quickly unroll the parchment, feeling your stomach roll when you see the elegant script. “I can’t go before the King,” you glance up and the Knight smiles, “I have nothing to wear to appear before the court.” You toss your arms up, “I mean look at me!”

“King Arthur sent a gown for you,” the Knight goes back to his horse pulling down a bundle and handing it to you. “He told me to tell you to- and I apologize my lady for the language- but to get your ass in the dress and come before your king before he comes down here and drags you there himself.”

You huff, grabbing the bag from his arms and shutting the door behind you.

If someone had told you this morning that you’d be in a gown worth more than you make in a year, presenting yourself before the man you’ve been in love with your whole life and now King, you would have slapped them in the face.

The man at the entrance to the hall calls your name and you step inside. Courtiers line the sides of the room, and try to get a glimpse as you make your way down the long rich carpet.

Arthur smiles, sitting up on his throne, the crown on his head slightly askew as he brushes away the advisor trying to speak with him, tossing the crown into his awaiting hands. “My lady,” he stands, coming down the steps quickly to stand before you.

“My King,” you lower yourself into an awkward bow. His hand coming to lift your chin and smiling softly.

“You do not bow to me, love,” he says, his voice slipping from a King back into the Arthur you know. “Come,” he laces your hand through his elbow leading you from the gawking eyes behind.

The lack of footsteps behind you give you pause and you quickly glance over your shoulder, “no guards? No royal advisors?”

He chuckles, resting his hand on your own, “I can take care of myself,” he nods down to his hip where Excalibur sits in its holder.

“Yes,” you nod, thinking back to that day at the training house, “yes, I recall.”

“You know you are the only reason I can wield it,” he lowers his voice, opening a door and guiding you into a bedroom. A fire flickers in the hearth and you halt, Arthur having to physically pull you inside and onto the small loveseat.

You’re both silent, watching the flames, allowing it to warm you as you think of what to say. “I was scared,” you mutter, clearing your throat and looking up at him to see his eyes already on your own. “I thought I was going to die. I thought…that I would never see you again.”

“When he pressed that dagger to your throat, I didn’t think.” He clutches Excalibur in his hands, “I allowed the sword to take over, to protect my friends, my family.”

“And where do I fall? Friend or family?”

“You-“ he lowers the sword to the ground and turns to you- “you’re neither.” You frown, pulling away, Arthur reaching towards you frantic before stumbling out, “you’re everything!”

You sit still, watching the emotions play out, “you’re my best friend, my better half,” he grins, “the woman I’ve been in love with for the better part of my whole life. And,” he hesitates for no more than a second, “if you’ll have me…my Queen.”

“Art,” you sigh, feeling the tears slide down your cheek, “I’m nobody. The people deserve a Queen of noble blood.”

“So you don’t deny it?” He interrupts, “you don’t deny that you love me too?”

“Of course I do!” You stand going over to the hearth pacing, “I’ve always loved you, and I’ll continue to love you my whole life-“

All thought ends when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and soft against your own and you sigh into his arms. He presses several kisses to your lips before leaning to press his forehead to your own.

“I’ll renounce the throne,” he whispers and you pull back with shock.

“You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will,” he nods with a smirk, “though I’d prefer not too given the war we just won. But I will to be with you.”

“The people will never accept me as Queen,” you argue but he holds a finger to your lips.

“The people will have to live with it,” he leans forward to kiss you again, his tongue tangling with your own on a groan. “Please say yes,” he begs, his lips moving to your neck, “say yes, my love.”

It only takes a moment for Arthur, the man you love, the fucking King of England begging for you to agree. “Yes,” you sigh breathlessly, “yes, Arthur.”

He lifts you from the ground, spinning as you giggle and he lets out a booming laugh. “She said yes!” He shouts and from the other side of the door you hear cheers and shouts of joy. He smirks at your bewildered expression, “the lads have been wanting this to happen for some time.”

You shake your head and lean down to kiss him. The smiles on your faces rivaling the sun in their intensity. “What do we do now?” you whisper, looking around the bedroom.

Arthur arches a brow, smiling, “I got a few ideas.” He takes your hand leading you to the King sized (get it 😂) bed.

“Lay down,” he pushes you back onto the bed, the goose feather pillow soft behind your head. He keeps your eyes until he disappears beneath your skirts. "Shit," he moans, the vibrations sending shivers as he places rough kisses to the skins of your thighs, "where are your underclothes?"

"I didn't have any that would fit under such a fine gown," you whisper, embarrassed, but he'll have none of that.

"As your King I command you never to wear underclothes. I need you accessible at all times." He pushes the dress further up your hips and you look down to see him with a dopey grin, "England needs an heir."

You laugh, "I've only just accepted your marriage proposal, and you're already thinking of little Princes and Princesses running about."

He growls, "fuck I want all of that with you." He licks a strip between your spread lips and you toss your head back. No one has ever done this for you before, and besides a quick fuck in the barn with the stableboy when you were fifteen no man had touched you.

Arthur starts slow, sucking your clit between his lips and teasing the bud with his tongue, flicking back and forth. His shoulders moving as he fucks you with his tongue, not letting a single drop of your arousal go to waste. Slowly, he sits up, lifting one arm from your thigh and sucking his index finger into his mouth. He holds your eyes as he slowly inserts himself and you gasp, the smile spreading across his lips as he lowers himself back down.

It's slow and methodical, bringing you to the brink of pleasure before stopping completely to kiss your thigh. Thrice he does this, and you are so wound up it borders on painful. "Arthur," you groan, grabbing a fistful of his hair, "please."

"Aye," he nods, grinning, "please what, my Queen?"

"Let me cum," you grind down on his face, his facial hair catching on your clit and rubbing deliciously.

"As my lady, commands." Three fingers spear you, deep and hard finding that gummy spot inside you that has stars spreading across your vision when he sucks your clit into his mouth on a moan.

The pleasure is blinding and you don't realize you've got the King of bloody England tight in your hand, bucking against his face until you fall back against the bed boneless. He slowly withdraws his fingers and you feel empty before he sucks them clean, leaning down like a kitten with a bowl of milk to clean you up.

When he's satisfied and you're pushing his head away, he slides into the bed beside you, his chin glistening in the light from the fire. "How are you, my Queen?" he asks, smug and satisfied, pulling you into his arms.

"Happy, my King," you yawn, nuzzling closer, eyes closing, "so happy."

[sunflowerseob]

Let Me Love You | Kim Jongseob

Everything changed between you and your best friend after a freak Halloween candy mishap. Now you're left wondering if you should run from that change or run with it.

🩵 Pairing: bestfriend!kimjongseob (candycurse!kimjongseob) x reader

🩵 Word Count: 3.5k

🩵 Genre: Smut, pwp, fluff, minor angst, besties to lovers

🩵 Rating: 18+

🩵 Warnings: Making out, explicit language, it gets angsty briefly sorry 🥹, Seob is so soft and sweet in this ughhhh 🫠, grinding, marking, biting, groping, lots of teasing, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, scratching, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum eating, soft but chaotic ending as always 🤩

A/N: Was hoping to finish this in time for Seob's bday but it ended up being a little late 🥹 This was supposed to be a drabble for Candy Curse but my severe yapitis just turned it into a follow up fic instead 😂 Thank you so much to everyone who read and supported Candy Curse, you're all so sweet and lovely and I appreciate you so much 🥺🩵 Hope you enjoy this if you decide to give it a read 🥰

Masterlist

When you’d invited Jongseob over to your place to hang out, you’d really had every intention of doing just that. But ever since your little Halloween candy incident a few weeks ago, “hanging out” always ended up leading to hot and heavy make out sessions with your best friend either on top of or underneath you. And today definitely hadn’t been an exception.

Jongseob was beaming when he pulled back from your mouth, his pretty pink lips wet and swollen. You brushed back his bangs that had started to fall over his eyes, a giggle escaping you, “What are you smiling at?”

“I just really like kissing you,” he said, his cheeks flushing adorably, “like a lot.”

Your heart noticeably stuttered in your chest. The two of you still had yet to talk about where exactly this was going. You’d been a little too busy fooling around at every given opportunity, and further complicating your friendship.

If you were being honest, you could really feel yourself starting to fall for him more and more every time you were together. And it scared the absolute shit out of you. Especially because you really weren’t sure where Jongseob was at with all of this. You were too afraid of ruining what you had by risking bringing up how you were feeling. So for now you just allowed yourself to indulge in this time with him.

“Well, the feeling is definitely mutual.”

Your favorite little crooked tooth poked out as he grinned down at you. Your hand settled on the back of his neck before pulling him back down to your lips. Jongseob grunted against your mouth, hands harshly gripping your waist. He shifted on top of you slightly, his erection brushing against your thigh and making you gasp softly. You would never get over how hard he got just from kissing you like this, and the fact that you were able to have that effect on him. You also always got wet embarrassingly fast, so he clearly had the same kind of power over you.

“Shit.” Jongseob hissed as soon as his fingers slipped inside your panties, discovering the evidence for himself.

His digits swept through your folds before teasingly circling your clit, and you whined underneath him.

“You’re always so wet, fuck, it’s so hot.” he groaned, burying his face in your neck and mouthing along the skin there.

“Seob, please.” you begged breathlessly as your hips instinctively followed the movement of his fingers.

His head suddenly shot up, and his dark eyes were hazy with desire as he looked down at you, “Let me eat you out.”

You blinked back at him in surprise, your face heating at his request.

“W-What?”

“Please. Been dying to feel you come on my tongue. Can’t get your taste out of my head, ever since that first time.” he went on, his wet muscle swiping over his lips as he talked, making you shiver below him.

Just the thought of his cute little fluffy head between your legs had you going out of your mind with want, but it also felt terrifyingly intimate. Maybe too intimate. Like if you let him do this, then you would be a goner for sure. You were already on the verge of being down bad beyond repair…

 It really didn't help matters that you also had never actually come from oral alone before either. Mainly because you were usually too up in your head to focus on the pleasure. Making Jongseob feel bad about not being able to get you there was the last thing you wanted. Fuck, why did you have to make everything so complicated with him.

“Seob, you really don’t have to. It’s okay.” you tried assuring him, but it just seemed to confuse him as he pouted back at you.

“Baby, I want to, really.” 

God the pet name. He really was going to be the death of you. Jongseob seemed to suddenly notice the emotions warring inside you because his hand stopped its movements between your legs, moving to rest on your thigh instead. 

“Y/N, talk to me. What's going on?” he asked gently as his thumb smoothed comforting circles over your skin.

Your face felt like it was on fire, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

“Seob, listen, I, um, I've never… God, this is so embarrassing!” you cried, your hands coming up to cover your face.

It was silent for several moments. You peeked up at him through your fingers and saw that he was still trying to work out the meaning behind your words. His concentrated expression was so damn cute that it made your chest hurt. His eyes suddenly widened in understanding, and his cheeks mirrored your own with how deeply they flushed.

“Oh.”

You let out a frustrated sigh, “I know, I’m a total freak.”

Jongseob chuckled before reaching for you to pull you to sit up with him. You were the older of the two of you, but right now it felt like the opposite as he took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You're not a freak. Well, I mean, you're still you, so you are.” he teased, earning a glare from you, “But not for that. Can I ask, do you just not like it?”

He was being so sweet and trying so hard to comfort you, and it was kind of killing you.

“It's not that I don't like it…” you trailed off, your voice quiet.

Jongseob looked at you with all the patience in the world as he waited for you to go on.

“I guess it's just, fuck, like I'm usually too busy overthinking to be able to enjoy it. So I've never been able to get there.” you finished, wishing you could crawl out of your skin.

Jongseob appeared to be contemplating how to respond, and you honestly couldn't blame him.

“Too busy overthinking? Yeah, that does sound like you.” the man sitting in front of you quipped, and you immediately swatted his arm in retaliation.

He squealed as he dodged your next attack attempt before breaking into a fit of giggles. You couldn't help but laugh along with him. This dynamic was just so familiar and comfortable. 

“Seriously though Y/N, I don't think you're weird for feeling that way. Maybe it truly just isn't for you, or maybe you just haven't found the right partner yet. Either way, you're still entitled to feeling how you feel.”

You'd obviously been seeing him differently lately, but just when had he grown up so much? And when had he become so caring and sweet and infuriatingly attractive. Ugh. 

Plus him saying partner had your heart pounding violently against your rib cage. You were so incredibly fucked. It was about time you just started accepting it. You had feelings for your best friend, and rather than going away over time, they were only getting stronger.

“Hey, Seob?” you spoke up, hoping you’d be able to get the words out before you lost your nerve.

“Hmm?” 

He was giving you his full attention, curiosity sparking across his features. You pushed down your building nausea as the words spilled out of you, “I think I want to date.”

His eyes went wide, and his mouth opened and closed several times. 

“W-Wait. You mean like m-me? You want to d-date me?” he eventually stuttered out.

“O-Only if you want to date me.” you replied equally as eloquently. 

Jongseob was getting redder by the second, and you couldn't help but think that you’d just made a huge mistake. He groaned before letting his head fall back, and panic started to spread throughout your entire body.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed loudly.

You immediately tried to backpedal as fast as possible.

“Seob, hey, it's okay. Just forget I said anything okay? I don't know what I was thinking.” you rambled, nervous laughter escaping you. 

His head snapped back up, and now he was the one looking panicked.

“God, no, wait, that's not, that's not it at all. Shit, I’m so bad at this.” he said, raking a frustrated hand through his dual toned hair, “Y/N, listen. I was planning on asking you out. But I wanted to be way cooler and way more collected than I am right now when I did it. I just was having a hard time working up the courage in case you said no, and yeah, hah, you just kinda beat me to it I guess.”

You felt so fond as you took in the man in front of you, letting his words sink in fully. A dumb grin broke out across your face before you could stop it.

“Okay, now what are you smiling at?” he queried in confusion, echoing your earlier question back to you. 

You gently placed a hand on his cheek before leaning in to kiss him, Jongseob sighing against your lips. When you pulled back, he was noticeably calmer, but still seemed mildly confused.

“I just can't believe I’ve been cursed to have a crush on a loser trapped in a hot man’s body.”

Your best friend frowned at you, and you giggled at how adorable he was.

“Choosing to ignore the loser comment and focusing on the fact that you think I’m hot and have a crush on me.” Jongseob remarked, flashing you a cocky smirk.

You laughed and shook your head, arms winding around his neck, “It’s okay, Seobie. You’re still a hot loser, but you’re my hot loser.”

“Hey!” he cried defensively, but you were quickly shutting him up by reconnecting your mouths once again.

As soon as your tongue pushed past his lips, he was immediately using his body to frantically pin you back down against the sheets. The bulge in his pants brushed right against your covered core, and you gasped into the kiss. Jongseob repeated the movement, moaning into your mouth when your hips rose up to meet him.

Your hands were shaking slightly as they went to pull up his loose white tank, and Jongseob broke away momentarily to slip the garment over his head. Every time he bared himself to you like this, all you could think about was how pretty he was. He had the most beautiful collar bones, and they had kind of become somewhat of an obsession of yours. The spots of color you’d left on him last time still had yet to fade from his skin. You must have been ogling for a little too long because you heard Jongseob chuckle, and it pulled you out of your trance.

“Careful Y/N, your marking kink is showing.”

“As if you don’t love seeing where I’ve been.” you taunted back, making a show of slowly unzipping your hoodie.

His eyes darkened at the sight of your exposed breasts. You went on teasing him as you trailed your fingers over your hardening nipples as well as the various marks littering your own chest.

“I know I sure love seeing all your little reminders later.”

“Fuck. Baby, please.” he practically whimpered, and you felt drunk on this power you had over him.

“Please what, Seobie?” you asked sweetly.

“Please, will you let me try? I promise I’ll stop immediately if you don’t like it. I just, I wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

He sounded so desperate and so whiny, and it had you clenching around nothing. You found that you were curious if Jongseob would be able to change your mind about the act. Plus, when he was asking so nicely, you felt like there wasn’t much, if anything, that you would refuse him on. You sighed in defeat, even though internally you were tingling with excitement.

“Okay, Seob, you win.”

His face lit up and he smiled proudly, crooked canine jutting from his bottom lip. You playfully rolled your eyes, “Hurry up before I change my mind.”

He saluted you, and you couldn’t help but start giggling. Your hot loser indeed.

His weight settled back over you before he leaned down to kiss you. You groaned softly as you felt his hands greedily grabbing at your tits, and Jongseob took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. He didn’t linger for long though, his lips sliding over your jaw, down your neck, and across your chest. He gave kitten licks to one of your nipples while his hands traveled lower to begin tugging down your leggings and underwear. You sat up so that you could help pull them down your legs before laying back against the sheets, now completely bare.

Jongseob’s eyes blew out slightly as they roamed over your figure, and you noticed his cock straining against his jeans. You looped a finger through one of his belt loops, “Need these off. Now.”

“You know, if we’re gonna date, we’re really gonna have to talk about how you sexualize me all the time.” Jongseob whined as he stood up beside the bed.

“Shut up and strip, Seob.” you retorted, raising your eyebrows suggestively.

He tried to keep up the act, pouting at you while he shimmied out of his jeans, but you still managed to catch his shy little smile. He still had his blue boxers on, and you were about to say something to give him shit about it. But then all thoughts left your head at the feeling of his tongue running a line up your stomach, one of his hands roughly palming at your breast. You squirmed as he placed loving kisses all over your tummy and hips. Jongseob’s free hand dipped between your thighs to cup your dripping cunt, and your back arched at the sensation.

“Fuck. I can’t believe I can do this to you. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over it.” he said in awe.

He used both hands to grip your thighs and open yourself up to him, and your legs began to tremble in anticipation. Jongseob’s lips gently brushed your inner thigh, “Relax, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

It was really hard to relax when his mouth was sucking fresh marks into your skin, his tongue soothing the sore flesh immediately after.

“Seob.” you gasped out, shutting your eyes as you tried to brace yourself.

“Hey,” Jongseob piped up, giving a soft tap to one of your thighs, “look at me for a second.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you did your best to focus on him. His two toned hair was a fluffy mess, threatening to fall over his eyes again, and tickling the inside of your thighs. He looked up at you with so much affection that it actually felt like your heart might burst, and your favorite tooth was sticking out in the way you had come to love.

“Remember, if it doesn’t feel good, tell me and I’ll stop, okay? We can stop whenever you want, I mean it.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Jongseob pressed one last kiss to the inside of your thigh before finally putting his mouth on you. You hissed as he licked at your slick folds, one of your hands instinctively tangling in his hair while the other clutched at the pillow under your head. The man between your legs moaned into your cunt as his tongue pushed inside you.

“Seob, fuck, oh my god!” you cried out, nails scratching against his scalp.

Jongseob briefly surfaced and you groaned at the sight of his shiny lips.

“That was a good oh my god right?”

“Yes. Please, Seobie, don’t stop.” you pleaded, guiding his head back down.

He dove in much more confidently this time, using his hold on your thighs to spread your legs wider and give him even better access. The way his tongue hungrily fucked into you had you writhing and panting on the bed. And every time his nose bumped against your clit, it sent a little jolt through you.

“Taste so fucking good, princess.” Jongseob murmured, and your face instantly flushed at the newest pet name, “Shit. Even better than I remember.”

You whimpered, your hips bucking against his face and making him grunt as he continued devouring you. This was the first time this had ever felt good, and the sensation was overwhelmingly intense. A scream tore from your throat as soon as you felt Jongseob’s lips close around your swollen clit.

“Holy shit…wait…is that…still good?”

“Oh my god, Jongseob, if you don’t keep going and make me come, I’m actually going to kill you.” you threatened, but it came out as more of a needy whine than anything else.

“Fuck, okay. Just wanted to make sure.”

His tongue flicked over your bud in quick strokes, and you were in disbelief that he was really going to get you there. Your moans mixed together until you couldn’t even tell who they belonged to anymore.

“So close, Seob, fuck.”

“Look at me, princess.” he requested suddenly, and you clenched at how low and rough his voice sounded.

You knew it would be your undoing, but you glanced down anyway. And sure enough, you nearly came on the spot. 

You barely even recognized Jongseob, looking so fucked out with his face covered in your arousal and something truly wild glinting in his dark eyes. He held your gaze as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, and you tugged harshly at his wavy strands. You did your best to keep watching him until you couldn't anymore, throwing your head back against the pillow and sobbing his name as you fell apart.

Jongseob refused to let up, lapping at your release like he was in some kind of drunken trance. 

“S-Seob…t-too much…” you said weakly, but your words didn't seem to register to him at all.

His face stayed buried in your cunt, all his little groans and whimpers vibrating through you. Before you knew it, you were coming again, your body falling slack against the sheets soon after.

“Oh my god, baby. Fuck, Y/N.” Jongseob half babbled half moaned before finally letting his head drop to rest on top of your thigh.

You affectionately ran your fingers through his hair because that was all you had the energy for at the moment, and Jongseob hummed in content.

“I bet you're gonna try to say that was just the candy, huh?” 

God, he was such a little shit. And you were down horrendous for him.

You laughed in disbelief, “Actually, you brat, I was going to say that you’ve officially changed my mind about being eaten out. But you know what, maybe you're right. Maybe it was just the candy.” 

“Whateverrrr. Just admit I just gave you the best head of your life, you freak.” he shot back, lightly biting your thigh in reproach. 

You were too spent to keep arguing with him, and honestly he wasn't wrong. But you would never tell him that. So instead, you just ruffled the hell out of his hair until he got so annoyed that he ducked out of your reach. 

“Ah shit.” he said under his breath once he was sitting up again. 

You glanced at him, feeling confused, but then oh. All of his attention had been on making you feel good, and he had completely neglected himself.

“Aw, Seobie, come here” you called gently, reaching out for him, “let me take care of you.”

He blushed furiously and turned away from you.

“No, it's uh, it's okay. I’m fine, really.” he mumbled, sounding almost embarrassed.

You slowly sat up, but he stayed facing away from you.

“Baby, let me help, please. You made me feel so good, I wanna return the favor.”

Jongseob peeked over his shoulder at you, his cheeks still tinted pink.

“Seob, what is it?” you queried as you scooted closer to him.

“Ugh, fuuuuck. This really isn't going to help my loser image.” he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

You chuckled, resting your chin on his shoulder, “What isn't?”

Jongseob let out the world's longest sigh before gesturing at the lower half of his body. Your eyes went wide as you took in the giant wet spot staining the front of his boxers. Then you noticed the trail of cum dripping down his leg. Fuck.

“Wait, Seob, you really came just from that?” you asked incredulously.

“Can we please not talk about it?” he whined, his hands trying to cover up the evidence.

“Why?” you pressed, nipping at his shoulder, “I think it's fucking hot.”

Jongseob frowned back at you.

“Please don't lie just to make me feel better.”

“I'm not lying.” you insisted as you reached down to trail a finger up his leg.

Jongseob stared at you dumbfounded as you gathered his cum on your finger before sliding the digit into your mouth to lick it clean.

“You're fucking insane.”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, “What can I say? I think it's sexy when a guy creams his pants.”

The man next to you visibly cringed, and you giggled like a maniac.

“You really are a freak.”

“Yeah, but I'm your freak.” 

“Yeah. And I'm your hot loser.”

“Correction. You're my hot loser boyfriend.” 

Jongseob beamed at that, his crooked tooth poking out adorably, and his face flushing once more. 

“Yeah, I am.” 

[beomiracles]

i was wondering if you could revisit thin walls? For the 500 mash! I’ve been dying to know what else happens between them for a while now😂. Like are there any feelings involved or is it just sex?? I gotta know😭

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... it's the way I KNEW this one was bound to come (not complaining I missed thin walls heh) hm hopefully this answers at least a few of your questions Ϟ(๑⚈ ․̫ ���๑)⋆

I advise any new readers to read the mini series first (even if there is room for improvement when it comes to my writing!)

cw kind of subby!gyu, very brief pussy eating (it's hard to fit much in 800 words >.<)

Beomgyu did in fact keep his end of the promise as he returned your panties that very same evening, he also took the liberty to invite himself in, comfortably flopping down on your couch with a smirk stretched wide across his lips. — What had started as spiteful banter between the two of you soon turned into a much more intimate relationship, but neither of you seemed to mind. 

A couple of weeks had passed since your first night together. Your Monday evening was drawing to an end as you stood by the sink in your small bathroom, brushing your teeth as you scrolled through your phone. Upon rinsing your toothbrush and wiping your lips with the back of your hand, a very familiar noise fills your quiet apartment. The loud thumping of a bass pounding against your thin walls, and you groan. He always did this. 

With a scowl plastered on your face, you dart for your front door as you rip it open. This time around you weren't going to let him off the hook so easily, and your fists pound against your obnoxious neighbour's door. Usually it would take him a good minute to hear your notorious knocks but today the door swings open almost immediately, revealing Beomgyu in nothing but his grey sweats. 

You don’t let your eyes linger on the familiar sight as you immediately go off on him. “What the fuck do you honestly think you’re doing?” You yell out, loud enough for the whole building to hear. But Beomgyu doesn’t reply as he reaches a hand out to immediately pull you inside, kicking the door closed as he pushes you up against it. 

“Fucking hell, you’re so sexy when you’re angry”, he groans as his lips latch onto your neck. Your mouth falls open in surprise as you blink a couple of times. “Beomgyu what the fuck!” You practically seethe as your hands push against his chest. — “Fuck say my name like that again”, he grunts as he grinds his hips against yours, his hard cock straining against his sweats, and you slowly piece together the situation before you. 

A harsh tug to his hair snaps his head from your neck as he looks at you dumbfoundedly. “That’s why you played your wack ass music, to get me here?” You scoff as he eagerly nods, lips chasing after your own in a feverish kiss. You let his mouth linger against yours for perhaps a moment too long before finally pushing him off. “You son of a bitch”, you scowl, feeling the way his cock practically jumps in his briefs at your harsh tone. 

Within seconds he’s dropped to the floor as he eagerly hikes your leg over his shoulder. “I have work tomorrow”, you begin as your hands push against his shoulders. “So?” He drawls as two of his fingers push your panties to the side, his tongue eagerly licking a stripe along your cunt, making you let out a small gasp. 

“So…we can’t– oh fucking hell”, you mutter as you push his head further between your legs, pulling a small whine from him as he eagerly laps at your cunt. His hands dig into your bare thighs as he buries his face further against you, his nose brushing your clit in such a delicious way that you almost forgot how angry you were with him. 

“Move in with me”, he suddenly moans against your folds and you freeze, unsure if you’d even heard him right. His fingers quickly replace his mouth as Beomgyu looks up from between your legs, his chin coated in a shiny layer as he licks his lips. “What..?” You stammer as you blink down at him. 

A wide smirk draws across his features as his ever mischievous eyes gleam up at you. “Move in with me”, he repeats and you bite your lip as you consider the idea. “Why? Don’t you think we live close enough already?” You ask and he shakes his head. — “Maybe”, you huff as you push his face back between your legs, making him moan against you as his tongue darts out once more. 

“Maybe if you’re good today.”

[drabbles-mc]

Missed It

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Written for @narcosfandomdiscord 's Book of Abduction: "Somebody has to be paying attention."

Warnings: 18+, language, established relationship, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: despite the name of the prompt, no one is getting abducted in this fic 😂 idk what it is about Bradley Bradshaw but whenever i want to write a fluffy fic with that man i put him in the kitchen alongside his partner. don't ask me why my brain always goes there because i just Don't Know lmao

When the two of you had gotten everything set out on the counter to make dinner, you had been asking yourself why you didn’t cook together more often. Most day-to-day things you tackled together, things like grocery shopping and laundry. Even so, whenever one of you was cooking, it was always just one of you. You could try to chalk it up to work schedules or one of you not bothering to ask the other for help because it was just part of the routine now, but there was no actual reason for it.

Things had been going fine for the first fifteen minutes while you were prepping everything. You couldn’t help but to rag on him a little bit about his knife skills, remarking that it was pretty impressive that he managed to do all of that without chopping the tip of his fingers off like you’d thought he would.

He’d laughed and shaken his head at you, but it didn’t pry his focus away from what he was doing. If anything, now he was even more determined to stay dialed in and not mess up in front of you—he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of getting exactly what you were waiting for. His competitive streak followed him home form the base, but he was fortunate in that most times you found it to be a little endearing or at least amusing.

The two of you playing chef was going fine until you’d started to sauté everything together in the pan on the stove. For the first two minutes you were perfectly focused on that while Bradley busied himself getting the bowls and silverware. The two of you were moving around each other without any issues, each in your own lane, until you felt him stop and linger behind you.

Turning your head, you saw him looking over your shoulder, watching as you deftly moved the noodles and vegetables around in the pan. You laughed, raising your eyebrows at him. “Can I help you with something, Bradshaw?”

His eyes drifted from the pan on the stove to your face, and once he was looking at you, a smirk immediately pulled at the end of his mouth. “No, but looks like I could help you with something.”

You rolled your eyes, but still smiled. “And what’s that?”

He nodded towards the pan. “You missed one.”

The laugh you let out was equal parts humor and sarcasm. “I missed one?”

“Yeah,” he replied as plain as ever.

You made a brief gesture towards the pan that was sizzling nicely on the stove. “Where? I would love if you could point it out.”

“If you can’t see it,” he shook his head admonishingly as he placed his hand on your hip, “then I don’t think I can help you.”

You turned the rest of your body to follow your head and Bradley made sure his hand didn’t stray from your hip as you did so. Once you were facing him, your back to the stove, you held out the chopsticks that were in your hand. Pushing them towards him, you lifted your eyebrows in a way to wordlessly communicate that he was more than welcome to take care of it himself.

He held his hands up, palms facing you. “No, no. You said that I could help with the prep and then you’d handle this part. Your words. I wouldn’t wanna take that away from you.”

The false sincerity that he said it with got you to break your silence with another laugh. “Yeah, okay. I’m sure that’s what it is. Chivalry, or whatever your approximation of that is.”

“I’m very chivalrous.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that your final answer?”

He mirrored your expression. “What else would it be?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you dragged the word out for all it was worth before pointing at him aggressively with your chopsticks. “Maybe you don’t want to admit that you still haven’t learned how to cook using chopsticks.”

He waved you off as though you’d said something ridiculous, but he didn’t reach for them to prove you wrong. That’s how you knew you had him, because if there was one thing that Bradley Bradshaw was always going to do, it was take advantage of an opportunity to be right in any debate that the two of you got into a home.

“Go ahead,” you held your hand out, palm-up with the chopsticks resting across it like a peace offering. “Prove me wrong.”

Bradley looked at your hand, and then at you. He saw the smirk that was on your face, and even though he was shaking his head at you, the warm smile that was crossing his face was giving you a different message entirely. While Bradley might’ve been the one out of the two of you known for being stubborn, especially outside the four walls of your shared apartment, you knew how to give him a run for his money on that. More often than not you were happy to go with the flow, but when you decided that you were going to pick a point and stand on it, Bradley hardly ever stood a chance. Lucky for him you usually only used those powers in small, silly debates like the one you were currently in.

“I don’t have to prove anything to you,” he finally said, grin splitting a little wider.

You barked out a laugh, head dropping back as you did so. “Really?” Instead of giving you a verbal response, he just kept the smile on his face as he shrugged at you, like he was daring you to try something else. As tempting as it was to take the bait, you shook your head at him. “You know, I tried to be so nice and invite you to cook with me. And this is what I get!”

“Invite me?” he parroted back incredulously, trying not to laugh. “Invite me to cook with you, my own girlfriend? In our own kitchen? In our own apartment?” Taking his hand off of your hip, he pressed it against his own chest with the type of dramatics he saved just for you. “How did I get so lucky?”

You were both breaking down into fits of laughter as you said, “Keep asking your—”

The rest of your sentence was drowned out by the sound of the smoke detector in your apartment going off. Both of you looked around, and while it wasn’t bad at all, the alarm in your apartment had always been on the sensitive side—luckily your neighbors had yet to complain.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

You both cursed at the same time, still laughing as you each made yourselves busy trying to get the alarm to shut off again. You turned off the stove, moving the stir-fry pan to the cool burner at the back of the stove. Bradley swiped the dish towel off the counter and went over to stand underneath the smoke detector. Unfolding the towel all the way, he flapped it in an attempt to get the smoke to dissipate enough for the incessant beeping to stop. It only took about thirty seconds for it to stop, but it felt like so much longer when the noise wouldn’t abate.

Once it did, Bradley tossed the towel so that it was draped over one shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

You laughed as you checked to see if any real damage had been done to what the two of you had been planning to eat for dinner. A few noodles on the bottom of the pan caught the worst of it, but it wasn’t unsalvageable.

“This is why I cook alone,” you said as you tentatively turned the stove back on, using your chopsticks to pick out the few pieces that were just a little too crispy to keep and tossing them in the trash with expert precision.

He chuckled as he walked up behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he loomed over your shoulder again. “What’s that supposed to mean? Like this happens to you all the time.”

You shook your head at him. “Well somebody has to be paying attention, and clearly we can’t—”

“If I remember correctly,” he interjected, and you could feel the tickle of his breath against your skin as he spoke, “this all got started because I was paying attention.”

You hummed in amusement. “That’s how you remember it, huh?”

He nodded before pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Yep.” Another kiss. “You’re welcome.”

You could feel the way he was leaning in for another kiss, and before he could you reached behind you with the hand that wasn’t holding your chopsticks and playfully pressed your palm to his forehead, lightly pushing him back away from you.

“No more distracting me—we’ll set off the smoke alarm again.”

He laughed as he took a step back, leaving a small gap between you. “Worth it.”

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can’t stop thinking about slow deep passionate lovin’ with ivy. All hot and sweaty, and all that intensity. Him kissing reader so thoroughly that it leaves both of you breathless and seeing stars. God I have a problem.

Just us

You know what you will find beneath. Also, I did spiral. 😂

Look he knows how to fuck, we all can collectively shake hands on that. In my humble opinion, the most mind-boggling fucking happens on three occasions.

One, he comes back from tour or being away from you for a while and there’s just so much pent-up need and desire. It’s messy and rushed- at least till the first mutual orgasm. There are hands everywhere because he had missed every single inch of you. Every little thing that he cherishes so much. So he needs it. It’s no longer a want. It’s a need to feel you. “Just let me…”, he would pull away breathlessly, “Let me taste it all”.

Two, he gets these random horny spells out of the blue. You joke that it’s his way of ovulating. Where he literally could fuck you multiple times a day for days. No matter the amount of times he gets to cum, he’s always left semi-hard. So you get them whiny thrusts, where he’s slipping in and out of you. Slightly nudging against your entrance, letting his cock slip out and just brush between your thighs. “Let me cum inside you again”, he would grunt against your ear, “Just this one time, baby”. His lips already moving over your collarbone, nibbling at your skin. “Ivy, we just… fuck, please”, his slow needy thrusts would have you seeing starts, “I just came, bub, let me…”, “But you’re so warm, look how nice it feels”, he would pull your thighs apart, “You’re taking me with such ease baby, your pussy wants it”, and he would bottom out, making you claw at his back as you pull him closer.

Three, he’s protective alright. He’s not possessive or overstepping. But he gets jealous. Doesn’t throw a tantrum like a toddler but fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. So it’s once again back to eager hands pushing your panties to the side, as he cages you from the back against the wall. You two aren’t too big on sex in public but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Hands where I can see them”, he grunts against you, you can hear him fiddling with his belt before he pokes his cock against your entrance. “Ivy this is…”, you whine, “Did I tell you to speak? You did your talking back there already”, he spreads your thighs apart slightly, giving himself more space. “Did you enjoy that conversation with the security?”, he presses against you, making your whole body tingle. “What did you talk about, hmm?”, Ivy thrusts his hips up at a brutal pace making you let out a shameful moan. “Humor me, baby, what did you talk about?”, he urges knowing full well that the force of his thrusts has left you speechless. “I don’t uh… Ivy”, you cry out, reaching out to hold onto his thighs, “Don’t remember”, you moan, pressing your face against the wall. “Good, because this is the only thing that should be up there in your head”, he grunts, letting his handshake over your middle and down over your clit.

The true passionate lovemaking. And hold up. Let me say this. All sex with him is from love. Even if he’s rough, he knows and respects your limits. It’s a form of sex you both like so mutual satisfaction. But the soft, deep passion is saved for late nights. Maybe after a long conversation. Just lying in bed talking about absolute nonsense. It starts with slow gentle kisses and touches, slowly turning into him pushing to hover over you. You would cup his face, bringing his lips closer to yours. It’s still passionate and full of lust but it’s way slower the way he kisses you. “I love you”, Ivy would mutter, pulling away just enough so he could see your eyes. “I love you too”, you would breathe against his lips. His fingers would brush over your thighs, softly kneading your ass. Making sure every single inch of your skin had met the love from his lips. And his forehead is pressed against yours, both of you watching each other right as he lines himself up against your walls. Your fingers wrap around his bicep as he slowly nudges his way inside you. “You’re amazing”, he praises you as you struggle to not drop his gaze, biting your lip as he stretches you out. “So gorgeous, I’m so lucky”, he muses, moving your legs around his torso, loving the feeling of you instantly squeezing him closer to you, urging him to bottom out fully. After that, it’s you two chasing each other’s moans. Ivy clasps your palms together, kissing your intertwined fingers before picking up on his thrusts.

[ditzyredrobin]

The Calling

Based on my Joker Jr. prompt here.

In which Tim was Joker Jr and is now Red Robin, Dick Grayson is Batman, and Batman is lost in time (and Tim knows it).

This might turn into another series. Who knows. 😂

-

Tim had two and a half hours until his red eye to Heathrow when he heard the Batmobile’s deep purr. It was his last night in Gotham and he needed a chance to breathe.

He would be gone indefinitely, unsure when he was going to be back.

He heard it before he actually saw it. Batman pulled in beside his bike, headlights flooding the outlook. No, no, no, no, this was not what he needed right now.

“Damn it.” Tim hissed, holding a hand up to block out the light.

The engine turned off but the lights stayed on as Dick stepped out, closing the driver's door carefully behind him.

“Tim, we need to talk.”

“Why are you here, Dick? Are you and the demon brat supposed to be on patrol?”

“Damian,” Dick corrected gently and continued. “I wanted to see you. Cassie called me.”

Of course Cassie called.

“Please, Tim, you have to let him go. I know how much it hurts—I miss him too, more than you can understand but we have to keep moving forward. It’s what he would want.” Batman—Dick—was outlined by the headlights, casting long shadows across the overlook.

If it had been Bruce, he would have looked menacing. A monster made of darkness and shadows and fear absorbing the light. But this was the new Batman, who still looked awkward and uncomfortable in the cowl, who didn’t have his voice mastered yet. He sounded too much like Dick and not enough like the Dark Knight.

Bruce had told him once he didn’t struggle with Batman’s voice. He struggled to keep Bruce’s. (And, man, if that hadn’t thrown him through a loop).

He wasn’t sure Dick would ever suffer the same conundrum. If he rescued Bruce in time, he definitely wouldn’t have to.

“But he’s out there, Dick. You’ve seen it over and over again, anything and everything is possible. If you would just listen to what I’ve got-“ Tim started but was quickly cut off.

“No, Tim. You saw his body when Superman brought him back—we buried him. He’s gone.”

He had. The husk of a body that had once been Bruce. It haunted him in the same way Joker’s laugh did, plaguing his dreams, replaying over and over again until he woke up panting.

But that wasn’t always the end, was it? Not in their line of work, at least. Jason was brought back, Steph came back, it was only right Bruce came back too.

He could just feel it.

He wasn’t crazy—he knew what crazy felt like and this? He’d spent over a year in a state of insanity following his early years as Robin and this? This wasn’t it.

“But sometimes they come back.” Tim pushed.

“And most of the time they don’t.”

“But-“

“Please, listen to me, with every fiber of my being, I want you to be right but I—I just can’t, Tim. This time feels different.” Batman’s voice breaks and for a moment he’s all Dick. The mask comes down and sounds like a son who’s lost his father twice over.

“You’re not listening to me. He’s out there, I know it, I know he is.” Tim pressed.

“I’m trying but you’re not making sense! I understand the trauma you’re going through with how much has happened the past few months. I just want to help.”

“No.”

“Please, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Dick pleaded, wrapping a strong hand around his wrist. “I have someone I want you to talk to, a doctor who deals with issues like this.”

“Issues like what?” Tim snapped, trying to pull his hand away. Dick only tightened his grip. “What issues do you think I’m dealing with?”

Dick sighed, “You know what I mean. You’re slipping, Tim, there’s no use in denying it. I can see it and I know you can too. You’re sick but it’s going to be okay. We can get you back on track.”

“Let me go. Right. Now.”

“No.”

“Let go.” Tim said with more force, using Dick’s grip against him. He squared his hips, using the forward momentum to throw him over his shoulder. Dick landed on his back with a grunt but Tim knew this was just the beginning of their fight.

If Dick wasn’t going to let him go willingly, he was going to force him.

Tim sprung back and away from Dick, who wasn’t stunned for more than a few beats before he was up again. Tim threw a carefully aimed punch that Dick quickly blocked.

“Don’t you think I know how it sounds? I’ve lost everything—Kon, Bart, my dad, my—Bruce,” Tim yelled, kicking out at Dick. “You gave Damian Robin without even talking to me. I can’t trust Steph. My world has burned down once again and you’re only here because everyone thinks I’m crazy—that I finally lost it, finally snapped, but I’m going to prove it.”

“You can’t, Tim. I know how you feel but you can’t keep going like this. You’re starting to sound like him.”

And that was like a punch to the gut. “Like who, Dick?” He didn’t mean…he couldn’t mean…

“You know who, Tim.”

“No, I don’t think I do because if you’re going to say-“ he swallowed hard, bile creeping up the back of his throat. Even after all these years saying his name still made him feel sick. “If you’re going to say Joker I’m going to lose it. Do you really think I’m acting like the Joker?”

Dick didn’t respond, taking Tim’s surprise to roundhouse kick, attempting to swipe his legs out from under him. Tim jumped but it was a close thing. “You really do, don’t you?”

“I just want to help you, Tim, please. I already have care lined up for you. You just have to trust me.”

“Or what? You’re going to drag me back to Arkham?” Tim blocked another hit. Dick obviously didn’t see this as a serious fight which Tim used to his advantage.

“You need help, Tim.” He grunted, catching his fist.

Something about the way he said it made Tim’s heart sink. He didn’t mean it… did he? He couldn’t. But the longer he stared at Dick, the longer he knew he was right. “…you are, aren’t you? You’re taking me to Arkham?”

“It’s not forever. Just until the doctors think you’re stable and then you can come home. Please, Tim.” He sounded genuine, like this was hurting him more than it was Tim.

Funny being Tim was the one who was actually tortured.

“How can you even consider that an option, Dick? You know what he did to me there!” Tim pressed down on the release on his harness, and throwing disks pop into his hand. Dick is fast but he’s faster, throwing what looks like one, but split into four midair, narrowly missing Dick’s face.

“Things have changed since then. There's contingencies in place and the Joker is-“

“Dead, I know. I was the one who killed him.” Tim cut him off, pressing the end of his bo to Dick’s throat. While Dick was distracted dodging, Tim had already released his staff from his belt. “I’m leaving, Dick, and you need to let me go. You said we’re equals, right? If we really are equals, brothers, you need to let me go. Haven’t I earned that much?”

Dick doesn’t respond and Tim sighs, pressing the hidden button on the side of his staff, causing it to collapse and slide back in on itself.

“Take care of Gotham while I’m gone. I—just, try not to let Damian destroy everything we’ve built together as Robin. Batman has given so much for us—for Gotham. If there’s even a chance he’s out there, I have to do this. I have to try.

The keys for his bike were still in the ignition. He’s not sure what hurt worse, Dick not stopping him, or the fact that he thought that he thought he was following in Joker’s footsteps.

He wasn’t crazy.

Bruce was out there and he would prove it.

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@primthegreat , @derp-a-la-sheep

[mermaidxatxheart]

Take a Seat

Pairing: Will Miller x Reader

Word Count: 1816

Warnings: oral, female receiving, sex in an office, Will is a menace. Probably swearing bc when have I not?

A/N: this is for @rayslittlekitten because they asked so nicely for face sitting 😂 it follows These Moments, but it’s not necessary to read both together unless you want to.

Will is bored. You are sitting at your desk and he’s lying on the couch, waiting for you to pay attention to him. It’s not like you can’t stop what you’re doing. It’s not like he doesn’t have a perfectly good face that you can be sitting on right now.

Fuck it. He’s gonna make you pay attention to him. He gets up, his big frame unfolding with a small groan and he comes over to stand behind you.

Of course, you know he’s there. The man is 6’1 of solid muscle and sarcasm. He’s kind of hard to miss. But you have reports to finish and budgets, and schedules, and-

Oh.

His thumbs press into the flesh of your shoulders, squeezing in just that perfect way that makes you want to actually moan out loud. He drags them up to the base of your skull and your head drops forward with zero resistance. The man is amazing with his hands, you can’t complain at all. He repeats the motion, over and over, working out the tension in your muscles, keeping you upright even though all you want to do now is slump over on your desk.

His big hands trail around to the front of your throat, gently cupping your chin and tilting your head backwards to look at him through half lidded eyes.

“Why do you always make me work for your attention?” He asks quietly and you let out a soft chuckle.

“If I just gave it to you, you’d be bored. You told me yourself that you like to earn what you get. I’m just helping you out.”

“Is that so?” He traces your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. He can’t help but grin down at you. You are in no way tough, but he likes to let you think you are.

“Yeah.” You lick your lips, catching the pad of his thumb.

“You’re too tense. You need to relax.” He says abruptly, spinning your chair around to face him.

“I have work to do, William. I can’t just drop everything and go get a massage.” You sigh but he kneels in front of you, ignoring your words. “Will,”

“You don’t need to go get a massage. You’ve got me.” He says easily and tugs at your leggings.

“What? No.” You swat at his hands, glancing at the windows looking out over the gym floor.

“We’ve been up here for two hours and not a single person has come looking for you. No one is gonna walk in. I think they forgot you’re here.” He says, and despite his words being so calm and logical, your heart is racing. But… not in a bad way?

“Will-“ you hesitate, the only thing really holding you back is the fear of getting caught. His thick fingers hook into the band of your leggings and you lift your hips mutely, allowing him to pull them off.

“Good girl.” He praises and you roll your eyes. You don’t want that to work on you, but coming from his mouth? His mouth that knows how to take you apart cell by cell? It works. And he knows it.

He peels your leggings off, tossing them over his shoulder. He guides your legs apart, draping them over the arms of your office chair. “Scoot down, gorgeous. Really open up for me.” He smirks up at you and you can’t help the blush that creeps up your cheeks. “Bet Man-Bun never did this to you.” He mutters and you curl your fingers into his blond hair, pulling a little roughly, tilting his head back to look at you.

“For the last time, Miller. I’m not fucking Teddy. You demand too much of my attention.” You tell him and you can see the exact moment he shifts. His blue eyes disappear as his pupils widen, his lips part in a puff, the tips of his ears get pink and his fingers tighten on your thighs. You let go of his hair almost immediately, thinking that you hurt him for a second.

“Sorry, Will, that was rough.” You start. He grabs your wrist and places it back on his head.

“What if I said I liked it?” He offers and you blink, fingers curling into his hair automatically.

“You think you know a guy.” You whisper and he grins. You pull, guiding him towards his original target. “Better hurry up, I have paperwork.” You tell him and he gives a sloppy salute before nipping at your inner thigh.

Yeah right, like you’ve ever been able to think after he has his way with you. You won’t be walking again for a while after he’s done.

“Shirt off.” He orders, licking a slow solid stripe up your center. You rush to pull it off, adding it to your pile of pants. “Good girl.” He praises and then starts to tease you.

Slow licks at your entrance, your clit, back down, around, wiggling your clit in circles. All of it adds to the coil forming low in your belly, but none of it is enough to get you anywhere. You try grinding your cunt on his face but he just moves. You pull his hair and he obliges with a solid flick or two of his tongue on your clit, but he’s having too much fun teasing you.

“W-Will,” you moan and he looks up at you with his pretty eyes, all of his attention on you. He always gives you 200% of his attention and focus.

He latches onto your clit, sliding two fingers inside you and curling them forward, knowing every inch of your body inside and out. You gasp, rolling your hips and your leg slips off the arm of the chair. You struggle to lift it back up and he parts from you, making you groan in frustration.

“Relax. I’m nowhere near done.” He chuckles and picks you up over his shoulder. It’s embarrassing how easily he manhandles you, and how much you like it. He presses a kiss to your hip, squeezing your ass and giving it a little slap. He brings you over to the couch and sets you on the floor. He lays down, getting comfy. “Take a seat. Your throne awaits.” He grins and you roll your eyes, glancing at the open door to your office. “No one’s coming up here.” He reminds you, tugging on your wrist. He helps you climb on, settling you right over his mouth. “God, you’re gorgeous. Hands on the wall, honey. You remember.” He sighs, pulling you down to his waiting lips. He picks right back up where he left off, still driving you crazy.

You have one hand in his hair, riding his face slowly, feeling all the angles changing, and the other is against the wall, bracing yourself, holding on. He takes his time, drinking from you as you begin to drip for him. You can’t stop the whines and moans as he eases you so frustratingly gently towards that hill.

It dawns on you that he’s making sure all your attention is on him. You drop your gaze to the man between your thighs, his blue eyes on you. He winks, rewarding you with a blinding suction on your clit just for a few seconds. Combined with his slow and steady fingering of your g-spot and you skyrocket, but then he’s back to licking you slowly, teasing you.

“W-Will, please?” You plead, rocking your hips faster. But he doesn’t oblige, instead, he slows down and you whine pathetically. “Y-you’re so mean.” You pout, but you don’t take your eyes off him. He maintains that slow and steady pace, the way only Will would be able to. His self control is unrivaled.

You try, god you try to restrain yourself, too. But you’re desperate, he’s too good, he knows you too well, knows intimately every button he needs to push.

“W-Will, please, baby I’ll do anything.” You beg and it takes him a second to pull his torturous mouth off you.

“Anything?” He repeats.

“Anything!” You promise, delirious.

“Go on a date with me.” He says and you blink.

“What?”

“A date. With me.”

“You’re extorting me for a date by withholding orgasms?” You groan and he chuckles. It vibrates through your cunt, sending his breath skittering over your clit.

“If that’s how you want to look at it. Or, I’m convincing you with how well I eat your pussy.” He teases. “Earning that date, if you will.”

He does do it really well.

A date would be a serious step for your… situationship, but are you ready?

He flicks your clit with his tongue every couple of seconds, keeping you engaged and remembering why you should say yes.

“Fine. A date.” You say, and his lips attach around your clit. You don’t feel mad about it. You guys have been heading in this direction since you found out Teddy flirting with you made him jealous.

All thoughts are pushed out of your head as he starts to eat you out in earnest, his tongue sliding over your entrance, gathering up your juices and slurping it down. You want to look away, anywhere but at him. He’s so intense, eyes never leaving your face as he devours you. But you can’t. You can almost hear him saying ‘eyes on me, darlin’ and that just makes you wetter. Something changes in the way he’s tasting you. It becomes softer, tender almost, but even more urgent.

He loves you.

You can feel it. Maybe you had an idea about it the last time he fucked you in your office, but now, here, with him under you like this? You realize he hasn’t stripped. He doesn’t plan on getting anything back from you. He just wants to give you pleasure.

His hand on your hip pulls you tighter to him, suffocating him. Your hand eases on his hair, stroking it back softly.

He loves you.

He might not be ready to say it yet, but you feel it.

He pushes you over the edge, sending you off with a vibrating hum and your body goes rigid, locking into place as you cum, holding onto his head and the wall.

“Hey, Will, you still up here-“ his brother Benny calls, barging in and stopping dead in the doorway. “Shit! Sorry!” He calls as you scramble to get off Will. He bolts, slamming the door behind him.

You glare down at the man between your thighs as he laughs.

“Okay, no one important will come up here.” He amends.

“You Miller boys are the worst.” You sigh and he laughs, pulling you back onto the couch, laying you out on top of him.

“We do what we can.” He says, rubbing gently up and down your back. “Now about that date.” He grins and you bury your face in his chest.

[harrywavycurly]

We get to see what happens when we save our honey from the honky tonk right Sarah? Don’t leave us hanging😬😬

Hiii babes!! Yes, you’ll get to see what happens when you save your Honey!! I hope you enjoy!! I had too much fun writing it so I’m sorry if it’s dramatic but like you’re mad and southern so…what can you expect?😂💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

CW: Language, Harry is drunk

A/N: You come pick up Harry but you’re really there to give your older brother a piece of your mind, enjoy some sibling bickering and an extra fluffy Harry✨

Harry sees your truck pulling into the parking lot and he can’t even stop himself from getting a silly grin on his face. He sits up a little straighter as his hold on the metal bud light bucket sitting in his lap tightens as he watches you back into a parking spot one handed all while only half focused on what you’re actually doing, not that you need to be super focused. Harry has watched you back into parking spots hundreds of times and each time it not only impresses him but also slightly causes his hands to go all sweaty and his heart to beat a little quicker because he had always found it extremely attractive the way you handle your truck so well. He can see your eyes scanning the entrance to the bar he’s sat in front of, no doubt looking for him. He lets out a dreamy sounding sigh as he looks away from you briefly so he can elbow the man sitting next to him on the bench by the door. The man lets out a huff as he glares at Harry who still has a grin on his face as he nudges his head in your direction.

“S’my girlfriend.” He says proudly as he turns to look back at you just in time to watch you slam the drivers side door closed. “She’s here to pick me up.” He explains as you slide your phone and truck keys into your back pocket all while Harry is sat on the bench with a smile on his face, he watches as you pull your hair into a low ponytail while you move across the small parking lot.

“Bullshit.” Is all the man says as his eyes follow where Harry is looking, seeing you walking towards the entrance of the bar in a pair of denim shorts a pink tank top with the word “yeehaw” in yellow that’s extremely faded because Harry knows you only wear that exact tank top when you’re deep cleaning because it has holes and random stains on it from cleaning products but it’s the boots that tip him off that you came here in a rush because they are your red dancing boots you only wear when you go out with the girls because the bottoms are perfect for spinning around on the dance floor. “She ain’t yours.” The man adds as you get closer to the two of them and Harry just ignores him as your eyes finally lock with his bright green ones making a smile take over your face.

“Sweet-” You rush over to him and place both hands on his face putting your lips on his before he can even get the rest of his greeting out. Harry for a moment forgets how to move his arms and by the time his brain registers what’s happening you’re pulling away from him making a loud whine escape him. “No no I wasn’t-wasn’t done yet.” He pouts making you roll your eyes while the man sitting next to Harry just stares at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly hanging open. “Really mate? Gonna drool over her right n’front of me?” You look away from Harry, dropping your hands from his face as you stand up.

“Friend of yours Sugar?” You ask as Harry’s hands instinctively reach out to grab your hips as you stand right in front of him. “What the hell is that?” Harry looks down at the bucket in his lap before looking back at you and shrugs making you just glare at him.

“M’not givin it back baby s’mine now.” He answers with as much confidence as he can muster in his current state because under any other circumstances the look you’re giving him right now would be enough for him to get up and find the bartender he tipped well over two hundred dollars, just to give them the empty beer bucket back. You just shake your head and decide to let it go because at the moment now that you have eyes on Harry and know he’s okay for the most part, you can go inside and search for the other reason you’re here, to give your brother a proper lesson in manners.

“Okay Honey you keep your little bucket I’m gonna run inside and see if I can find that brother of mine.” Harry just nods his head as he unintentionally leans forward a bit making you reach out and place a hand on his cheek while the other brushes his hair back so it’s out of his face. “Where’s your hat?” You ask suddenly remembering him mentioning he was going to be wearing a cowboy har.

“M’not stupid.” You raise an eyebrow at his answer making him just stare at you for a moment before he turns his head so he can place a kiss to the inside of the hand that’s cupping his cheek. “S’in Rick-Kevin? One of those names’s trucks cos I know you were upset bout it.” You can’t help but let out a laugh as Harry’s brows furrow when he tries to remember who’s truck he left his hat in, you just give him a warm smile as you lean in and place a quick kiss to his lips.

“You are so damn precious.” Harry smiles at your words as you pull away and give his cheek a soft little pinch before you remove your hand from his face, you turn and look at the entrance of the bar and let out a deep breath but before you take a step you feel Harry give your hips a squeeze making you turn your head to look at him.

“Don’t get n’trouble love.” You just give him a playful wink and a nod making him laugh and shake his head while a huff leaves his lips when he finally has to let go of your hips when you take a small step away from him and towards the door.

“You stay put okay Sugar? I’ll be right back.” That’s the last thing Harry hears you say before he watches you disappear through the door of the bar. Harry turns to look at the man sitting next to him and can’t help but roll his eyes when he sees he’s staring at the door as if he also just watched you walk inside.

“Really? With the staring?”

“How the hell did you get her?”

“I let her run into my ankle at a grocery store.” Harry half mumbles as he lets out a sigh and gets comfortable on the bench, feeling better now that he knows you’re here and he’ll get to go home with you soon, which means cuddles after a shower because he already knows there’s no way you’re going to let him even think about sitting on the bed with the lingering oder of cigarets mixed with beer that’s currently clinging to his close and skin right now. Harry leans back on the bench and slowly he feels his eyes start to close as he begins to wonder if there’s a chance he can somehow convince you to maybe make him something to eat when the two of you get home because the idea of sitting in bed freshly showered eating a sandwich that he knows your lovely delicate hands made just for him sounds like heaven on earth if he’s being honest.

You smile at a few people you recognize as you walk into the bar, having been here before with Grant and his buddies since he found it a few years ago because it’s one of the only places that reminds him of the little bar back home so he’s pretty much a regular while he’s in town visiting you. When you finally make it to the back where the pool tables are you see Rick standing with his brother Kevin who are smiling and laughing with beers in their hands as they watch someone take their shot at one of the tables. Now sometimes you get annoyed with how short you are, never really being able to see things without wiggling your way to the front, having to ask people to help you reach for things off high shelves, then there’s the whole finding clothes that fit properly issue but you know everyone has that issue so you don’t think it’s just a short person thing but it is still something that annoys you, but in this very moment you’re thankful for your lack of height because it gives you the ability to be sneaky as you look at the man who’s getting ready to take his shot at the table about ready to sink the eight ball into the bottom right corner pocket.

You don’t need to look at the man’s face to know it’s your brother, you can tell by the black Texas Longhorn hat he has on and the gold class ring on his index finger as he leans over the table eyeing up his shot. You walk in front of the brothers, their sudden silence letting you know they saw you making you smile as you round the corner of the table just as Grant is about to take his shot. You can’t help but feel as if you showed up at just the right time since he’s bent over with his chest practically touching the edge of the table, too focused on the shot he’s trying to make to notice your presence, giving you the perfect opportunity to reach over just before his stick makes contact with the cue ball and grab his ear so it’s pressed in between your index finger and thumb.

“What the fu-” His voice is loud and full of surprise as he drops his pool stick on the table his eyes go wide as he looks at you and that’s when he knows he’s in trouble, the look on your face is one he’s only seen a few times and it always ends up with you going off on him for whatever idiotic thing he’s done but this time there’s something different to your death glare and it makes Grant a little nervous. You give his ear a good squeeze as you turn and start leading him away from the pool table. “Ouch-you you gotta-fuck sis you gotta let go.” You ignore his complains as he stays bent over due to the significant height difference between the two of you as you keep his ear in a tight grip while leading him towards the door.

“I don’t have to do jack shit.” You snap as people stare at the two of you as you drag your brother by his ear out of the bar. Kevin and Rick make quick work of finishing off their beers and following the two of you outside so they can witness what’s about the happen, already deciding not to step in unless they absolutely have to.

“Jesus-fuck fuck okay okay can you let go now?” Grant pleads as you drag him towards the bench Harry is sitting on. “You made your point damn-you’re gonna rip my fucking ear off.” Harry’s eyes shoot open at the sound of Grant’s loud voice and he feels his mouth drop at the sight in front of him. You have your older brother bent over as he follows behind you and it takes Harry’s fuzzy brain due to the shots and beers finally catching up to him, a few seconds to realize Grant is bent over due to the fact you have his ear in a vice grip causing the man to let out a few groans of pain before you finally come to a stop a few feet away from Harry. You let go of his ear finally allowing Grant to stand up straight as you turn around so you can face him.

“Thank-”

“No you don’t get to talk right now.” You interrupt making Grant just steady himself and cross his arms over his chest as he stares down at you. Harry notices how red Grant’s ear is and he can’t imagine how much it must be hurting because you have quite a strong grip so he knows your brother will be feeling that injury for a few days at least. “I’m so mad at you right now Grant Matthew I could just spit.” You let out a deep breath trying to calm yourself down while Grant does something he instantly regrets, rolls his eyes.

“Really? Roll them eyes at me one more time Grant and I swear I’ll kick your ass in front of all these people and then I’ll call daddy and tell him what kinda asshole his son has been the whole time he’s been in town visiting me.” Your voice has no warmth or softness to it instead it’s harsh and cold making Harry hope he never has to be in Grant’s boots because if you ever spoke to him in that tone he would simply start crying immediately and he knows it because your accent mixed with the harshness of your tone is a terrifying mixture.

“Oh I’m an asshole for taking your boyfriend out for a good time?” Grant argues as he uncrosses his arms so he can gesture towards Harry who is watching with wide eyes from his spot on the bench. You don’t look at Harry, you can’t because the moment you do all your anger and frustration will melt away as soon as your eyes lock with his because that’s what happens when you see him he just brings you a sense of calm and right now you don’t want to be calm because you have a point to make.

“A good time? You call taking him here and leaving him alone with people he doesn’t fucking know a good time? You made him get a bucket of beer Grant! He doesn’t even drink beer!”

“Oh come on it was Bud Light! Hardly call that beer.”

“That doesn’t make it better you jackass!”

“He doesn’t need a damn babysitter he was fine on his own.”

“No he wasn’t. Someone knocked a beer out of his hand and you wanna know what he called this place? The kinda bar Patrick Swayze got asked to be a bouncer at and the only thing missing is a band in a fucking cage.”

“So teach him to hold onto his drink better. Wait what? He said-like Roadhouse? It’s not that rough in there?”

“To you it’s not but to him? To him it is because he’s not used to this kinda bar Grant.”

“How’s he gonna last when you bring him home and he has to experience the real thing then if he can’t even handle this? Because that’s the goal ain’t it sis? To bring him how to meet everyone?” Grant’s voice is elevated as he places a hand on his hip while the other is pointing towards Harry. “How you expect him to last in our bar with dad and them if he can’t even keep a hold of his drink when someone bumps into em’.” This time you do allow yourself to look over at Harry as Grant talks. He’s sitting there with his bucket in his lap and a worried expression on his face as he looks at your brother who is staring down at you, but then his eyes shift over to you and his expression softens as his lips pull upward into a smile and the wrinkle between his brows disappears. You just give him a small smile before you turn your attention back to your brother.

“You’re an idiot.” Grant lets out a scoff as he rolls his eyes at you. “Of course I’m bringin him to meet momma and daddy and guess what? The moment I tell them he’s my boyfriend and I like him a whole hell of a lot they’ll treat him like family. You know what that means don’t you brother?” You raise an eyebrow as you take a step closer to him as he crosses his arms over his chest and glares down at you.

“That means as soon as we walk into that shitty fuckin bar we love so much in the middle of town no one will be able to mess with Harry because they’ll have to go through not only me but momma and you know if they wanna bother with momma they’ll have to get through daddy first and ain’t no one stupid enough to try that. Because that’s what our family does Grant. We take care of the people our loved ones care about so if you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have put my boyfriend in a situation where he was uncomfortable and could’ve gotten hurt.” You know your words hit home the moment you watch Grant uncross his arms and let them fall to his sides. You know he doesn’t mean to upset you, he’s your brother and he loves you but he also has a protective streak a mile wide that he can’t always keep under control and part of you knows this was some sort of test for Harry, a way to see if he could prove himself to Grant but you need your brother to know that you’re not going to put up with things like this from him.

“I wouldn’t have let him get hurt.” Grant says in a much softer tone than he was using with you before and you just give him a look that makes him raise an eyebrow at you.

“I was able to drag you outside by your ear so I’m not too confident you can keep my Honey safe.” You tease making Grant glare at you while Kevin and Rick laugh from behind him. “I just need you to realize that Harry isn’t a cowboy and he never will be so stop with all this shit okay?” You explain making Grant just nod as you look over your shoulder to see Harry messing with the rolled up sleeve of his button up shirt that he somehow managed to get stuck on the handle where it attaches to the side of his beer bucket, you can’t help but laugh because that’s your boyfriend in a nutshell, getting himself tangled up in something but looking adorable while doing it.

“I quite like him just the way he is.” You add as you look back at your brother with a smile on your face, Grant just looks at Harry and then looks back at you and lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head.

“You sure know how to pick em.” Is all he says before he’s pulling you into a hug, you laugh and wrap your arms around his middle giving him a big squeeze as his chin rests on top of your head. “He’s a good guy though.” You smile at your brother’s kind words, he gives the top of your head a kiss before he pulls away. “You go on and take pretty boy home I’m gonna stay a while and finish my game that someone so rudely interrupted.” Grant gives you a playful glare when he mentions you interrupting his pool game while you just roll your eyes and turn to start heading in Harry’s direction.

“Fine but don’t come in my house all late stompin around like a bear in his cave you hear me? You act like you got some damn manners left in you Grant Matthew or else next time I really will rip your damn ear off.” You threaten and Grant just gives you a smile and a nod when you look at him over your shoulder.

“Yes ma’am.” With that he heads back inside the bar with Kevin and Rick following behind him after they give you a farewell wave and a smile which you return before you turn all your attention towards your drunk boyfriend sitting on the bench still fighting to free his sleeve from the bucket in his lap.

“Honey you need some help?” Harry lets out a sigh of defeat as you appear in front of him, he doesn’t know how the button on his sleeve got caught on the metal handle of the bucket but it did and now he can’t seem to get it loose.

“M’stuck.” He huffs and you just look down and bring your hand to his sleeve and simply move the handle and unhook the button from the handle making him look at you in awe. “God you’re perfect.” You just smile as you lean down and place a kiss to his cheek.

“Let’s go home Sugar.”

[diejager]

may i ask what's your thoughts on yandere horangi but like specifically just him (Konig excluded pls and thank you 😂)

Yandere Horangi

Headcanon

Pairing: Yan!Horangi x reader

Cw: yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, DARKFIC, non-con touching, punishment, forced relationship, tell me if I missed anything. Wc: 694

Horangi’s a cold and sarcastic guy, but Yan!Horangi has the added bonus of being mean and stupidly possessive.

Yan!Horangi could be laughing at something you did, be it a clumsy mistake or something he deemed ridiculous. He confronts you, glaring down at you with narrowed eyes filled with dark intent, something dangerous that has you shuddering, but you can’t talk back to him when he looks so menacing in his get up: mask pulled up to his nose, eyes gleaming under his red-rimmed glass, hood shrouding his face in darkness and his body exhuming death with his simple and minimalistic choice of clothes.

Yan!Horangi is cruel with his remarks, he demeans you, breaks you down for him to build up to something more profitable, more likeable to him. He prefers doing things hands-on, as he’s always done, moving you around as he deems fit, one hand on your shoulder, on your waist or the small of your back, anywhere he can touch you.

Yan!Horangi might be means and degrading, but it’s his way of showing KorTac who you belong to. As stated previously, he’s very physical, he isn’t shy of publicly touching you, manhandling you to his pleasure in front of his coworkers, uncaring of your enflamed and shamed flushed cheeks. He’s not bothered by how embarrassed and undignified you feel, you scratch and hiss, fight him whenever you can. He likes the fight, that feisty gleam in your eyes when you glare at him through your lashes and pouty lips, staring up at him with a subtle tremor.

Despite Yan!Horangi’s usual rough handling, he can be gentle, helpful and insightful. He might help you master or better understand a certain skill. If you have issues with a certain gun, he’d stand behind you, chest flushed to your back, hip to ass and him breathing down your neck. He takes training very personally, he expects you to commit to mind every word, every advice and every compliment, but he knows he’s demanding too much from you. He’s easy to understand, teaching with simple wording and visual cues to follow.

That, however, doesn’t stop Yan!Horangi from punishing you if you do something wrong, pulling you to his room to reprimand you for disappointing him. He has you kneeling before him, hands on your thighs, eyes downcast and lower lip pulled between your teeth. It’s a power play for him, to show you who’s in control in this self-proclaimed relationship he forced you into.

Yan!Horangi treats you as a pet behind closed doors, holding you on his lap, fingers carding through your hair and making you abide to his many rules. He’s finicky about it, easy to anger when you’re not doing things by his book. Although he has a few dozens, he only pushes for a few: don’t let other people touch you; don’t talk to anyone for too long; don’t spend too much time with someone who isn’t him, especially alone; don’t forget that you belong to him; and don’t forget to listen to his words. He’s especially hard on you to let people know that you’re his.

Yan!Horangi doesn’t want to be cared for, he has the money, the strength and the independence to live on his own, learning from his past gambling issues. He wants to care for you, that’s all he truly wants, to love and care for his little pet. Despite his wish to lock you up, to keep you to himself and deprive the world of your presence, he’s whimsically desperate, like a feline marking its possession, he likes when you smile, your crazed gleam when you return from a successful mission with him or another operator.

After all, Yan!Horangi is as in love with you sweet and submissive side, obediently listening to him after he pinned you to the ground, hissing at you, as he’s obsessed with your feral smirk, grinning as you cleave a man in half with a bloodthirsty gleam in your eyes, staring at him. You’re his pretty, pedigree cat, clean and posh, listening to him when he asked, yet bratty when you felt like it.

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[pedrito-friskito]

I am a desperate little gremlin (who’s brain is refusing to go to sleep for some reason), politely asking for your Oberyn hcs? Or really any GoT hcs?

Thanks for always indulging in my nonsense <3

SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT

I’m sorry for letting this sit in my askbox for so long, my hyperfixations drifted for a while 😭 BUT I’m back on my GoT bullshit (for now) with a few hcs for our favourite prince AND a little something spicy under the cut cuz I’m in a M O O D.

oberyn martell headcanons:

this man is SMART. like…we already know oberyn is well-spoken and witting and cunning (and a little too vengeful but that’s what fix-it fics are for) but he’s a sexy-level of intelligent. and he’s a bookworm!! he reads any and every book he can get his hands on, his head is full of historical facts and timelines and details of battles won and lost. he can recount full summers and winters and when his girls ask for a story late at night, when they can’t sleep, he’s more than happy to spin a tale that’s not far off from the colourful past.

he’s a hopeless romantic. yes, he’s a gigantic flirt and a devil between the sheets and yes, he has you wrapped around his finger in the blink of an eye, but he does it well. we’re talking flowers and gifts and poems delivered to your chambers in the middle of the night. walks through the water gardens and long conversation, not just winning you over with his generosity, but his personality, his admiration, his ambition. he falls for you just as hard as you fall for him.

dorne is beautiful, no denying, and I like to think that the sweet prince has many secret hiding places, mini oasis (oases? the english language is weird) with beautiful gardens he likes to tend to. he could spend hours amongst the greenery, the exotic fruits and the sound of birds. he enjoys the beautiful things, and finds solace wherever he can.

I was gonna say he’s adventurous in bed but….that pretty much goes without saying so I don’t think it counts as an hc 😂 (and see below…😏)

silk - oberyn martell x fem!reader

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warnings: light bondage, teasing, oberyn comes with his own warning, dirty talk, idk what the fuck this is and it’s unedited so HAVE FUN 💕

“Ah, ah, ah,” he purrs, the tip of his nose dragging along the stretch of your inner thigh. “Not yet, my love. You are doing so well for me.”

You can’t help the whine that falls from your lips, hips lifting to chase his slick lips. The ties around your wrists pull taut, the headboard behind you creaking with your movement. You can’t see him, but you can feel him, hands roving around your hips and over your stomach, fingers dancing along your skin as he kisses your skin, nips your flesh between his teeth.

“L-lover,” you stutter out, “Oberyn, please.”

He clucks his tongue at you now, and you can almost see the cat-like grin as he moves higher up the bed, adjusting the numerous pillows and blankets as he goes. His shoulder hooks beneath your knee, spreading you wider, putting you on display. 

You’ve been at this for hours.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, from the moment you opened your eyes. Every corner you turned, he was there, a mischievous light in those dark eyes, hands twitching when you brushed past. You teased just as hard as he did, hovering too close when you poured him more wine, swishing your skirts just the right way when he walked by. The look in his gaze had become something more feral, more intimidating, but you were more than happy to play along.

The sun had barely fallen when he’d summoned you to his chambers, the balcony doors wide open to let the warm Dornish air fill the space. The prince stood at the ledge, a glass of wine in his hand, his chest bare, that thick golden chain he favoured dangling from his neck. He held something in his grip as he turned to you, dark coloured fabric that shone in the torchlight. Silk scarves; he’d brought you one back as a gift from his last journey to Essos.

His lips twitched into a grin as the door shut behind you, the lock clicking shut when you sank against the wood. “My prince?”

“Do you trust me, my love?” he called, head cocked to the side. He set the glass of wine down, took the silk between both hands, slipping the fabric between his knuckles, watching it move like water through his fingers. “Would you let me try something we haven’t tried before?”

You weren’t one to deny your prince.

First, he had slipped the silk over your eyes, a loose knot tied at the back of your head, enough to cover your eyes. Once it was fastened, he turned you to face him, palms cupping your shoulders, and leaned in slow. You could feel it, the shift in the air as he came closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then let his mouth drag across the silk, the fabric catching on his lips.

He caught your chin next, a knuckle knocked beneath it, tilting your face up, your head back. “My beauty,” he murmured, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, spreading your saliva along the pad. “Oh, how I cannot wait to watch you come undone.”

Oberyn laid you out on the bed next, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you across the room. You squealed when he swept you off your feet, clinging to him as he held you, burying your nose in his neck.

“I would not let you fall, my love.”

My love. My beauty. The possessiveness had you keening, even before he’d even started to touch you.

You stretched out as he laid you down, legs shifting beneath the thin skirts of your shift. He moved with you, hovering over you, your arms still latched around his neck, knees knocking wide for his hips to slide between.

He kissed you hard, tongue tasting of wine as it dipped into your mouth. You moaned, and he drank the noise, humming in approval when you buried your fingers in his hair, wrapped the short strands around your knuckles. When your hands moved, trailing down his shoulders, he struck, reaching for your wrists, pulling them away from his body. He held both in one big hand, tugged your arms over your head. You followed his lead, your eyes fluttering against the silk as he rolled his hips into yours as he manoeuvred you, and then you felt it.

More silk, looped around your wrists, pulled just taut enough to keep you in place, keep your hands from roaming his body. You bit back your whine at the notion of not touching him while he tended to you, but it was quickly replaced with another moan as he tugged your shift aside, lowered his mouth to your chest and took your nipple between his teeth.

Slowly, he touched you. Every skim of his fingers was featherlight, every scrape of his teeth just this side of not enough. Wherever his fingers moved, your body reacted, muscles twitching and limbs lifting, trying to get closer, trying to get more.

But he wouldn’t give it.

It was nearly torturous, the way he was dragging out your pleasure. Most nights, he’d bring you to that peak multiple times, pulling noises from your throat you didn’t think yourself capable of. This was different, the way he made you beg, the way your body did it willingly. He dragged you straight up to the edge, then left you there, waited for you to relax, before starting over, back to the beginning, your heart racketing in your chest.

And it’s been hours.

“Oberyn,” you keen, and he brushes the backs of his knuckles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Every touch makes you twitch, and your spine arches when you feel his hot breath against your hotter core. “Please.”

“So sweet when you beg,” he murmurs, the feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit following a moment later. You gasp. “This pleasure, it feels incredible, does it not? I can see it, just below the surface of your skin. Like a fire, coming to life.” Another lick. “Though, I must admit, I do miss the feeling of your hands on me.”

“Let me—” you start, but you never get the words out completely. He licks at you, groaning into your very depths, every nerve in you sparking to life. Thick fingers spread you open, and even with the blindfold, you can feel his eyes on you, that heavy gaze raking over every inch of your body.

“Oh, my love,” he whispers, giving you another lick, the flat of his tongue a scorching heat that feels like it never ends. “We’re just getting started.”

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Rio taking y/n out on a date night while the kids are at his grandmothers for valentines. And coming home to flowers on the bed & [dream gift]. giving you a night you’ll never forget 💓

Oh, hell yes! I'm going to enjoy this one. My mind is already playing it out😆. Buckle up cause I got quite a bit to say for this one. I know...when don't I have a lot to say? In other words, I apologize in advance for the lengthiness😆. **whispers** This is an HC that morphed into a fic😏.

Anywho, here it goes. Hope y'all enjoy drawn-out sexual tension👀😈. It took everything in me to not make a mood board for this😂.

P.S. I would’ve posted this earlier, but this was a bit too spicy to post on the Lord's Day😆. I'm side-eyeing y'all sneaking in these lowkey headcanon requests. I've been spoiling my sweet lovelies lately😜♥️. Tagging some lovelies at the end💓.

Song Inspo:

Valentine's Day is doubly the celebration for you and your hubby. Rio is all about giving his wifey the world. He wasn’t surprised when you suggested the two of you get married on said day. Now, here the two of you were, eight years (yes, your firstborn was four at the time) and four kids later, celebrating your tenth anniversary on the day of love. Rio always did his best to make sure Valentine’s Day was special.

You had been sleeping peacefully when your eyes fluttered open, and a soft moan slipped from your lips. Not wanting to make any noises to awaken the children, you tucked your bottom lip between clenched teeth. Your digits slipped under the comforter, sliding down your body and landing on Rio’s head.

It’s what my ass gets for always sleeping in the nude. Hubby can just dive in whenever he gets good and ready.

A muffled “Morning baby” sounded below the covers. His tongue slid up your sex, circling the bundle of nerves. Rocking your hips against Rio, he sucked harder. Head tilting back, you could feel the erotic moan about to release. You covered your mouth, trying to remain quiet. Releasing your pearl, Rio inserted two fingers inside you, scissoring. His other hand snaked its way from under the sheets snatching your hand away from your mouth. His fingers sped inside you as he rasped, “Let me hear you, mama. The munchkins are with your momma. Scream for me, baby.”

The speed of his movements increased more as his lips curled around your bud again. Your legs started to tremble as you cried out for him.

“Shit! Rio!”

His head pulled away once more as his digits stilled inside you. You whined at the loss of his lips and his hand.

“Now you know that’s not what I want to hear, mama. What’s my name?”

Three of his fingers swiped back and forth across your ball of nerves rapidly. Eyes rolling backward, your head tilted back as your mouth fell open.

“Damn it, Rio. Daddy!”

His mouth attached to you again as he growled against your sex.

“There you go, mama.”

Rio swirled and dipped his tongue continually. It was only a matter of minutes before he pulled an orgasm from your writhing body. Licking you clean, he trailed kisses inside your thighs and up your torso. His lips found yours, kissing you hungrily. His pelvis ground against you as your thighs spread wider. The fact that he was still wearing underwear made you pout.

“I need you inside me,” you whined.

“Sorry, mama. That’s going to have to wait.”

You kissed your teeth as he chuckled. You grabbed at the waistband of his boxer briefs as his eyebrow quirked, lip tucked between his teeth. Just as your hand slid beneath it, Rio removed it, wrapping his other hand around your throat.

“You know better. Behave, mama.”

“Why can’t I have you now,” you continued to whine.

“Don’t be a brat. You gon’ get all this work, but not until tonight, darlin’.”

“Cocky ass.”

“Get your bratty ass up. I got a surprise for you, wifey.”

“Unless the surprise is: you rearranging my guts, I’m not interested,” you sassed.

“Mama,” Rio warned.

“Fine. I just find it funny you get pussy when you want it, but I have to wait for the dick.”

Rio ran his hand down his face and took a deep breath. His eyes slowly opened, fixing you with that familiar stare. The one that usually kept you in check. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped out of bed, wrapping up in a silk robe. He held the bedroom door open for you, slapping your behind as you stepped out into the hallway.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, keep your hands to yourself.”

“Now, had I done that, your ass would've pitched a fit, asking if I didn’t love you anymore? Dramatic ass. Just go to the damn kitchen, mama,” he retorted.

His hands grabbed your waist, leading you to the destination. Rio hugged you from behind as you smiled at the breakfast he had set out for the two of you. Spinning in his arms, you wrapped them around his neck. Standing on your toes, you reached up, pecking his lips.

“Thank you, papa.”

Rio smirked, grabbing a handful of your backside. He kissed you back. Guiding you to the table, he pulled out your chair. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying your food. He could see that you had something on your mind.

“Why the sad face, mama?”

“I didn’t get to tell my babies Happy Valentine’s Day before they left out.”

Chuckling at how dramatic you could be, Rio responded, “They are with your mama now, but they’ll be with my grandma tonight. Mom’s bringing them back to pick up their overnight bags and give you the special present they made for Mommy. She’ll drop them off to my grandmother.”

The smile that stretched across your face put one on Rio’s.

“Dramatic ass. Nana and I decided it would be nice for just the two of us to have breakfast. Do you honestly think the three of us would have you go a day without spoiling our babies? ”

“No,” you answered, smiling shyly.

“Why do you always have to be so damn cute, mama? It’s getting harder for me to keep from bending you over this kitchen table.”

“Do it then-.”

“I’ve planned the day for you, darlin’. Just think of it as foreplay.”

“You did that shit on purpose. We’ll see who’s begging who by the end of the night.”

“Mama, you know you can’t hold out. Now do me a favor. Go shower and get ready for the day. I’m taking my wife shopping. Then lunch, and after that, I’m dropping you off.  I scheduled a hair and nail appointment for you. We have dinner reservations tonight,” he finished, leaning in and rubbing his thumb across your chin.

You sprang from your seat, going over to straddle your husband. His hands rubbed your sides as you kissed his neck.

“You cleared your schedule for today,” you asked excitedly.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and our eighth anniversary. Of course, I did, darlin’. Yeah, I was busy last year, but I still made the night special,” he smiled cockily.

“Yes, it resulted in yet another pregnancy scare.”

“Who was scared? Not me. Missed my shot that time, but I knocked that pussy out the frame the next.”

“Only cause I begged you for a son,” you boasted.

Rio pinched your ass, “Go get ready.”

“Ow! Rio, stop,” you chastised him, hopping off his lap.

Bending down, you kissed his cheek, thanking him for everything he did.

“I can’t believe you scheduled appointments for me, baby. That’s the cutest, sweetest shit ever.”

“Keep that between us, mama. I don’t need any of these weak ass bitches questioning my street cred,” he joked.

“Secrets safe with me, papa.”

“Gimme another fuckin’ kiss,” he demanded, holding your chin.

Rio stole some kisses and released your face, watching your butt jiggle as you walked away. You made your way to the bedroom, hopping in the shower. Not even five minutes after stepping under the steaming water, you felt Rio’s arms wrap around your waist. His lips ghosted your shoulder as his lower appendage pressed against you. He came close to kissing your shoulder as his arm reached around to pluck his body wash from the shelf.

“You don’t mind me joining you? Do you, mama?” whispered in your ear as he started washing himself.

“Not at all. I know what you’re trying to do, Rio. You almost had me, but I’ll ignore that little stunt you tried to pull. You ass,” you grumbled, hiding a smile.

Helping each other wash the hard-to-reach places. You did your best to keep your hands to yourselves. The sexual tension was high as the both of you dried one another. Wanting Rio to suffer just as much, you chose a skin-tight sundress for the day’s activities. This particular dress happened to be Rio’s personal favorite. It clung to every curve of your body and had slender straps. It perfectly accentuated both your breast and butt.

“You trying to put everything on display today, mama?”

“I thought this was your favorite? I just wanted to make you happy, Daddy,” you replied with a faux pout.

“Yeah, that’s why you wore it. Bring your sexy ass on,” Rio teased, pulling your hand into his and dragging you out the door.

The two of you enjoyed a few hours of shopping and lunch. To your surprise, Rio had rented out a private room in the restaurant for the two of you. He spent what time he should’ve been eating, leaving light kisses here and there. The more time you two spent together, the thicker the sexual tension grew for the pair of you.

“Eat your food, babe,” you playfully teased.

“I’d rather eat you,” he smirked as his hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh under the table.

“Rio, stop. I’m not giving in.”

“You want to, though. Don’t you, mama,” he questioned. “It’s a shame this goes down to your ankles. I’d love to get my hand on or inside your panties,” he finished with a nip to your chin.

“Now you’re starting to piss me off.”

“Are you pissed off or horny, darlin’?”

“Both,” you groaned through clenched teeth as you snatched his hand from your thigh.

Rio’s hand circled your throat, “Don’t fight me, mama. It’s only going to make things worse,” he growled, licking and biting your chin once more.

Clearing your throat and inhaling a deep breath, you checked the time. You exhaled, thankful it was time to head to your hair and nail appointment. Both salons were only a few spaces down from one another. Rio pulled up in front of the nail salon. Grasping your chin softly, he pulled you into a slow and demanding kiss. Your eyes fluttered open as he ended it.

“Both bills have already been taken care of. Tip included. I need to handle some things. Mick will be here in about five. He’ll drive you back to the house when you get done. Stay safe. Love you, mama.”

“Love you too, papa. Stay dangerous.”

“Always, my little rider,” he licked his lips.

His eyes raked over your curves as you stood to close the passenger door. Appreciating his penetrating gaze, you leaned into the window. You stretched your neck for one last kiss. Rio groaned his tongue, tracing his bottom lip, grabbing himself outside his jeans.

“Wait until tonight. You’re going to pay for wearing that dress, darlin'. I’m about to go deep sea diving tonight,” Rio teased, eyes darkening. 

You giggled, backing away from the vehicle. Spinning on your heels, you switched your way down the sidewalk. Rio crept beside you, catcalling out the window, “Excuse me, miss? Aye, sundress!”

You turned, walking backward while laughing and rolling your eyes.

“Where’s your husband at, mama? You too fine to be wandering the streets by yourself.”

“Boy, stop. My baby father will spin you.”

“Yeah, alright. You better stop playing out here. I’ll see you back at the house, darlin’.”

You had tried to phone your mother to check in on the kids.  She let you know things were going smoothly and quickly ended the call. While under the dryer, you texted Rio, but he was short and to the point. You felt slightly offended that everyone was rushing off the phone. Girl, get a grip. Everybody is doing their own thing right now. Don’t take it personally. I’m dramatic as hell. Brushing the feeling of neglect away, you enjoyed the rest of the pampering process.

By the time you and Mick had pulled into your driveway, exhaustion had settled in. You didn’t see Rio’s car parked in the driveway. A little bummed, you shook it off. He better not miss the dinner reservation. I could go for a nap anyway. Walking into the house, you placed your keys and handbag on the console table. You pulled out your phone while kicking your sandals off and placing them on the shoe rack. Climbing the stairs, you headed toward your bedroom to take a quick nap. Creeping toward your bedroom door, you started to phone Rio, but you heard little giggles from the master suite. A grin fell over your face as you softly pushed the door open. There were all the faces you wanted to see most. Rio was tickling the baby girl, and the two oldest girls were arguing over who was to make their baby brother’s bottle. They hadn’t noticed you standing at the entrance. Rio was about to break up the argument, but you stepped in. 

“One of you go make the bottle, and the other can feed him. For someone who complained about the many siblings they have, you sure do like taking control of responsibilities for the little one,” you teased your oldest.

They all looked up at you in surprise. Rio’s eyes scanned your body for the millionth time that day.

“Hey, mama.”

“MOMMY!”

All three girls jumped up from the bed, rushing you. Little arms circle your body from different directions. Wiggling your arms free, they continued to hug around your waist as you kissed each of their foreheads.

“I missed my babies! Were you good for Nana?”

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered in unison once more.

“That’s my babies.”

Those lips that always made you tingle brushed your cheek softly. The girls gave their father some space to get to you as he stole a quick kiss, handing the little man over.

“I’ve heard the words, ‘When is mommy coming?’ At least twenty times in that last ten minutes. Mom went home to check on your pops for a little bit. She’ll be back to take them over to their great grandma’s. I get the feeling those two women are up to something,” Rio teased.

“Daddy, can we do it now?”

“Yes, little mama. Follow them, baby.”

Not having time to ask questions, Three pairs of hands tugged you downstairs.

“Girls, slow down a bit. You’re giving the poor baby whiplash.”

Your son paid it no mind, bouncing and giggling in your arms. Rio followed behind, loving how excited your children were. The entire crew shuffled into the living room. Your eyes scanned the many valentines cards, flowers, and gift boxes on the coffee table. With watery eyes, you turned to your family.

“Is all of this for me?”

“Yes, Mommy. You gots lots of stuff.”

“It’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Well, momma. Go ahead and open some of your gifts. Read the cards we picked out for you,” your oldest chimed.

The middle baby reached for her baby brother as Rio held your hand, bringing you to the gifts. Wiping the tears that managed to spill, he chuckled, “ Don’t cry, mama. Come. Open.”

There were two bouquets of red roses and a card from each family member (baby included).

“Daddy helpeded us pick out our cards, Mommy.”

“He’s a sweet daddy, huh?”

“Da sweetest,” she shouted.

“Chill, little mama,” Rio laughed. “You turned my babies into mini fashionistas. These little rugrats even helped their pops pick out a few things. Daddy had the rest covered, though.”

The eldest child rolled her eyes as her little sisters giggled. Each card was sweet and displayed parts of each child’s personality. The baby’s card did you in. Rio had taken it upon himself to dab his chubby little feet in paint and stamped the card. The waterworks went off, and Rio kissed your tears away. You unwrapped two large boxes of chocolate, a few pairs of shoes, and two beautiful flowy dresses. It tickled you how excited the girls were to show which gift they picked out.

“Look, momma! The dress I picked out for you has pockets. Sissy’s does, too,” the eldest child said about the middle girl.

“I gots you da shoes, momma. Well, one is from me. The other I picked, but they from Bubba,” your baby girl cooed at her brother.

“I love all my gifts so much! Thank you, sweet babies,” you praised, kissing all your children.

Rio cleared his throat, “Alright, give momma kisses, and get washed up for grandma’s house. Your Nana will be here soon. Word on the street is she has pizza waiting on some badass little munchkins.”

“Daddy, you tussin’! No bad words.”

“Yes, ma’am. You got it, boss.”

Rio waited for the kids to leave the room before wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Thank you for the roses, baby.”

“Anything for wifey. The kids got you the other vase.”

“They broke your pockets, huh?”

“Honestly, no. Those cute little divas wanted to pay for it themselves. I put in little man’s share. The little finesse princess shared some of her piggy bank money. The two oldest dipped into their savings and did some work for their grandmothers throughout the month.”

“You know I’m going to need receipts. I’m putting every last penny back where it came from.”

“No, ma’am. Your oldest knew you’d pull that shit. She instructed me to keep you from doing so.”

“That little girl thinks she’s grown,” you joked. 

“I may have a gift or two stashed somewhere.” His head dipped into the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“Damn, you always smell good,” he groaned, sucking your neck as his left hand groped your breast.

“First off, the kids are here. Second, we’re waiting until tonight. Remember,” you mocked him.

“Them being around ain’t never stopped me before, mama. Keep playing with me. Your ass ain’t getting any sleep tonight.”

Getting the kids ready and out the door, you checked the clock and started freaking out.

“Damn, Rio. I still have to find something to wear, get dressed, and do my makeup.”

“You can’t do that in two hours?”

“Do you even know who you married,” you joked. “I guess I can do my best, but please don’t rush perfection.”

“Come on. We might as well shower together again.”

“Your ass just wants to see me naked,” you sassed as you walked into your bedroom.

The sarcasm faded and changed to shock.

“Baby, what’s this? I know that’s not the midi dress from House of CB. The one I’ve kept talking myself out of buying.”

“Yes, it is. You’re going to look so fucking good in it, mama. Hope we make it through dinner,” he rasped, smacking your behind. “Come shower with me. Foreplay counts as giving in, huh?”

“I mean, you gave me head this morning. That didn’t count, so I don’t see why I can’t return the favor.”

The doorbell sounded, and you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Relax, mama. It’s just Mick doing me a favor. He’s just ringing the bell to let me know he’s here. He can let himself out. Now, about that head. You trying to give me some neck, mama?”

“‘Til my jaws lock,” you answered seductively.

He threw you over his shoulder, smacking your butt. You squealed and giggled as he carted you off to the shower. Rio didn’t expect you to suck the soul out of him. His legs nearly gave out as he snatched you from the shower floor.

“It’s taking every fiber within me not to pound that pussy into oblivion. Let’s get this damn dinner reservation over with.”

“Fuck the reservation. Let’s skip it altogether.”

“No, you need to eat. Trust me. You’ll need the energy.”

The shower had lasted much longer than anticipated. There was only an hour left for you to finish getting ready. Shimmying into the snug dress, you slipped your robe over it to rush through your makeup routine.

“Do me a favor real quick, baby. Can you run downstairs and grab me a bottle of water,” he asked, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.

“Papa, I still have to do my makeup. Don’t you want to leave the house on time,” you questioned.

“Just real quick, mama.”

“Yeah, I got you, babe,” you huffed.

You sped down the steps and bounded into the kitchen. A screech tumbled from your lips as you came to a halt. Your hand flew to your chest, trying to soothe your erratic heartbeat. You scowled at your best friend, who was cackling at the fact that she startled you.

“Y/B/F/N, what the hell are you doing, hiding in my kitchen?”

“Bitch ain’t nobody lurking in this damn kitchen. Your baby daddy requested my services,” she responded as her hand pointed to her makeshift makeup station. I tried to give my brother-in-law a discount, but he insisted he’d pay double. Love that for me,” she shrugged. “Sit yo ass down. I need to hurry up and beat that face beautiful face. If you two spent less time fucking, we wouldn’t have to rush. Nasty asses.

“Bitch, hush and do my damn makeup. Wasn’t nobody fucking.”

It was true, to an extent. I just sucked that man dry.

Rio swaggered into the kitchen, fastening his watch as you sat at the island, getting your makeup done and hair refreshed. He had finished getting ready. Rio wore a dark button-up, pants, and designer kicks. All black, just the way you both liked. His cologne wafted in the air, making you want to jump his bones. It was almost painful how hard you were biting your lip. Eyes roaming from head to toe. His brown orbs found yours as he walked over. Rio’s thumb tugged your bottom lip free as he suckled at it.

“You like your surprise, mama? I never did get that water,” he teased.

“Yes, I do. Thank you times a million, baby.”

“Unh-uh! Don’t mess up her lip combo. Here you go smudging up my work of art. Rude ass,” your friend joked. She jerked your head in her direction as she finished retouching your hair. “Stop eye fucking that poor man, sis. He’s not going anywhere. Damn.”

“Now look, don’t be salty because your ass is in a two-year drought.”

“It’s called celibacy, bitch,” she laughed. “Your damn hair’s finished. You and hubby need to get going. I’ll clean and lock up. Love you, boo.” Saying goodbyes to one another, she turned to do her and Rio’s annoying ass handshake. “You need to put me on one of your balling-ass associates. I’m trying to be a wifey like my good sis,” she sassed.

“You’re my sis and all, but you not built for this life. Little trigger finger over there can handle it,” Rio chuckled.

“True, her little thugged-out ass is always ready to ride. How can someone so prissy be so vicious? Anyway, you two go on. You have fifteen minutes to leave the house.”

“Shit! I don’t even have my shoes, accessories, or clutch.”

You turned to race to the bedroom, but Rio gently grasped your arm.

“Chill, mama. It’s all right here.”

He bent forward, allowing you to balance one hand on his back as he slipped on the golden strappy-heeled sandals. Buckling them for you, Rio trailed his hands back up your legs. He admired the knee-length rose-colored dress and how it hugged your hips. His tongue traced his lips as he took in the split that went up your thigh and how the plunging neckline had the girls on display.

“Clocks ticking, Daddy. We should get going,” you whispered.

Nodding his head, he took your hand, leading you to the black G-wagon parked in the garage. He made sure to help you inside, securing your seatbelt. Hustling over to the driver's side, he hopped in, and the two of you were off.

“Another private setting? Rio, baby. This place had to have been pretty pricey. It’s too much.”

He hugged your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Nothing’s too much for you, darlin’. Don’t you know I’d give you the world,” Rio murmured, sucking your earlobe. “The quicker we eat, the faster I can get you out of this dress.”

At that moment, a rumble sounded in your stomach.

“Let’s get you fed.”

“I’d rather eat something else.”

“Mama,” Rio pleaded. “You’re killing me.”

Being the only occupants of the restaurant, you were instantly seated, orders following. With no one around, the two of you continued the game of cat and mouse. Slight touches here and there grew into groping one another. Somehow you had made it from your seat to Rio’s lap. One hand toying with the slit of your dress, and the other wrapped firmly around your neck.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he groaned as your backside pressed against his lap, grinding.

“I’m just readjusting, Daddy.”

His sarcastic chuckle echoed inside the empty restaurant.

“Right. Of course, you are.”

His hand stopped playing with your slit, creeping under the hem. Rio’s warm muscular fingers made contact with your bare, sticky folds. His eyes darkened as the hand around your neck tightened. Closing them tight, he growled lowly. A whimper danced along your lips as his pointer and middle finger swiped at you, stopping at your nub and circling it slowly. Rio’s digits trailed back down, sliding into your entrance leisurely. He kept the pace excruciatingly slow, and your hips bucked, trying to get him to go faster.

“Rio, I’m begging you. Please, speed it up, baby.”

He didn’t oblige and went even slower. Your hand circled his wrist, and his hand tightened around your throat. Rio growled, “No. Take it or fucking leave it. That’s all your ass is getting right now.”

Rio continued to play with you as you panted. The more you whined and begged, the slower he went.  He relented somewhat as his thumb danced around your clit, adding a bit of pressure. Slowly, you began to climb toward a release. He felt your muscles tighten around his fingers. Rio smirked as the waiter returned with your dinner. You nearly lost your mind and self-control as Rio’s hand slipped from under your dress.

“Time to eat,” Rio announced.

“I’ll say,” you shot back, plopping back into your seat. “Chill with that cocky ass grin. I’m frustrated enough.”

Rio leaned toward you, “Feel free to submit, sweetheart. This here is a private show. I’ll gladly lay you across this table. If I were you, I’d fill up. Keep thinking this is a game. You really will need your strength tonight,” he finished slicing a piece of his steak, offering it to you. Glossy lips wrapped around his fork as an x-rated moan slipped from your mouth.

Rio chuckled, nodding to himself. “I’m falling in that pussy tonight. Hurry up and finish your food,” he demanded, devouring his own.

It had only been twenty minutes when you two pushed away empty plates. The waiter smiled as you both said no to dessert in unison. Handling the tab and leaving a generous tip, Rio practically dragged you to the front, where the valet had the car waiting. Tipping him, your handsome husband helped you into the passenger side. You kept your hands in your lap clasped, trying to fight the urge to touch him. He sped home, picking you up and carrying you in the house, straight to the bedroom. 

Even with your lips locked in a heated kiss, Rio managed to carry you up the stairs and into the room. Kicking the door closed, he placed you back on your feet and spun you around to take in the surroundings. You gasped at the beautiful setup.

“How,” you questioned him in shock. Pausing a moment, you continued, “Y/B/F/N?” Rio smiled mischievously, nodding his head yes. “No wonder she was adamant about locking up after us. Not you and my sis in cahoots the entire night.”

Your eyes watered as you took in the scene. Rose petals covered the bed and floor, with the lights turned low. At the foot of the bed were two different boxes. One package was black with white lettering, and the other white with gold lettering. She also took the liberty of laying out a fancy lingerie set.

“Respectfully, I won’t be needing the set tonight. Not to sound too harsh, but I’m trying to get knocked down tonight.”

“Open your gifts,” he laughed.

A devilish grin painted your features as you removed the lid from the white box. Inside was a new silk robe. As you pulled it out, you noticed it was black, lace, and see-through. Little left to the imagination. “I’m guessing you picked this out?” Rio’s eyebrows raised in confirmation. 

“Just lay that across the bed. You’ll be needing it later. Look in the other box.”

You slid the white bow from around the black box. The lettering on the bow took you by surprise. “Rio! Chanel? Stop playing,” Your hands hurriedly lifted the lid off, tearing through the tissue paper. 

“No, you did not!”

“I did, mama.”

Your lip trembled, “Rio, I’m speechless. I can’t believe you got me the bag I’ve been obsessing over for months. I can’t believe you bought this for me. Your ass be paying attention.” You raced to a smiling Rio and leaped into his arms, landing kisses all over his face. 

“Thank you, baby. You outdid yourself this year. How can I ever repay you, baby?” 

He held you close, staring at you lovingly. Rio tucked a wand curl behind your ear, placing you back on your feet.

“Every gift was well deserved. Eight years is a long time. You held me down in so many ways. I’ve lost count. You’ve been rocking with me for over a decade and some change. You brought my first baby girl into this world before I married you. As long as we were together, that’s all that mattered. You’ve played so many different roles in my life. Outside of being my wife, you’ve been my lady, lover, baby mother, partner in crime, and in some cases, my little shooter. You stayed down anytime I got into some shit and had to finesse my way out of a messy situation. Your fine ass took care of the money, hired the lawyers, and helped out with my son when I couldn’t be there. You bonded and formed a friendship, an alliance with my ex-wife. You help her with Marcus, and she takes our kids with her helping you get a break. You never passed judgment or grew tired of me and walked away. It takes a strong woman to accept and endure what comes with this lifestyle. We’re for life, mama. You deserve all this shit and more. I love you.”

“I don’t know whether I want to cry or suck you up. When you say all those sweet and beautiful words, I can’t decide between wanting to be a crybaby or begging you to slut me out.”

“You’ve cried enough today, mama. Choose the second option.”

Rio tossed you on the bed, spreading your legs. His fingers found themselves buried in your heat once more. Pumping in and out of your dripping canal, he smiled as he watched you tremble. Hands pulling at the bedding, a litany of moans and whimpers came from your lips.

“Enough of all this damn foreplay. I give in. Please, I desperately need you inside me.”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me as if you hate me,” you purred.

“And you wonder why we have so many kids. You say freaky shit like that. What do you expect,” he questioned.

Rio made haste with his zipper as he pushed his pants and briefs low enough to free himself.  Your body moved further up the bed, allowing him to join you. Rio placed his hands on the back of your thighs. Pushing backward, you felt him press your knees to your shoulders. 

His thick member dipped inside you. Rio slid until you were full, taking pride in the erotic sounds echoing throughout the bedroom. He pumped into you at a fast pace. 

“Wait, let me take this dress off. I’ll be pissed if this dress tears.”

One swift move had your husband yanking the dress off. He stripped bare, climbing back between your thighs. He placed your legs over his shoulders, thrusting back into your valley. No longer able to fight his carnal desires, Rio pounded into your soft flesh. Dropping your legs down, he flipped onto his back, forcing you to straddle him. He loved watching your body bounce as you cried his name. Exhaustion settled in, and Rio took over. Impaling you on his rod, he pinned you to his lap, thrusting from below. Crying into the crook of his neck, you begged him for permission to come.

“You close, baby? It’s okay. Go on, mama, come for me. I know you’re overstimulated-grab the headboard. Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

Rio continued to pound away as he littered your breast with kisses. His hands gripped your cheeks as he drove you toward the brink. Your hands held tight to the headboard as you mewled, tears still streaming.

“Christoper, I don’t know if I can-.”

“Shhh, mama. You can take it. I know you can. Be my good girl. Can you do that, darlin’? Answer me,” he encouraged, giving a light smack to your backside.

“Ye-yes, Daddy. So close. Baby!”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he praised, giving powerful strokes.

Rio’s hand crept between the two of you. He circled your sensitive bud, giving it a slight pinch. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shook as you screamed his name. Rio pulled your arms from the headboard, wrapping them around his neck. His thrusts slowed, giving you time to recover.

“You good,” he questioned.

He chuckled at the faint “mmhmm” as you leaned against him, trying to catch your breath. His hand stroked your back, leaving light kisses on your shoulder. As you shifted in his lap, he twitched inside your warm heat. Rio groaned, and you knew he was struggling. He wanted to give you time to recover. The thought only made you crave him all over again. Your hips moved in a circular motion, pulling him deeper.

“Fu-. Shit, just like that. Ride that dick, mama.”

Your hands pressed against his chest, laying him back. You bent forward, bodies creating friction, as your lips tangled with his, riding him hard. Rio’s hand massaged your soft globes, his head falling against the pillow as the veins in his neck pulsed. He switched between grabbing and slapping at your behind. The both of you panted as you drew closer to climax. In a strained voice, Rio groaned, “Can feel you squeezing me. Let go again, mama.”

You gladly granted his request, calling out his name, shaking like crazy. You laid on Rio’s chest, damn near lifeless, as he drove toward his release. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other lifted you a bit. Rio sent several strong thrusts, grunting as he released inside you. The two of you held each other in silence, coming back down. When Rio finally spoke, you were half asleep as his lips brushed your forehead.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet.”

He rolled you onto your side of the bed, leaning toward his. You whined at the loss of contact.

“Come back. I’m cold, and I want cuddles,” you said with a pout.

“I’m not going anywhere. Give me a second, mama.”

Rio opened the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a smaller Chanel box. He rolled back over, curling his arm around you. He smirked at the shocked expression and handed it over.

“No more gifts, papa. You’ve spoiled me eno-.”

“Relax. Just open it,” Rio demanded, playfully biting your neck.

The box’s contents left you puzzled as your husband smiled at you.

“Thank you for the vintage keychain, baby. It’s adorable,” you beamed.

“Mama, pull it out of the box,” he insisted.

The keychain contained a silver key. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What are you up to? What’s this key's purpose?”

“The family keeps growing. When we found out our baby boy was on the way. You started prepping and planning the nursery right away. Nearly drove me crazy trying to make space for him. I suggested turning my office or man cave into his nursery. You insisted we give him the glam room, or as I like to call it, your little hen house. Your bossy ass wouldn’t have it any other way. Those are just one of the selfless acts you’ve done for your family. Day in and day out, you do so much for us. We all owe you endless gratitude, mama. What better way to show appreciation than to buy my lady a bigger home? That house we drove passed the other day? I asked if you’d like to live in a neighborhood like that. Cribs all yours, darlin’.”

You tackled him with hugs and kisses. Rio’s back rested against the headboard as he pulled you between his legs. Arms around your waist, he held you close. You grew quiet, and Rio knew what you were thinking.

“Stop worrying about the money. You know that’s not an issue. I've been stacking bread and putting it aside for all of this. The plan had been in motion for months. You know I don’t play when it comes to money.”

“I know, but you spent so much.”

“Hey,” he grabbed your chin, tilting it in his direction. “You’re worth every penny and then some,” he whispered, stealing yet another kiss.

“I just feel bad. All I got you was a card and chocolates.”

“I told you not to get me anything. Your hard-headed ass.”

“Damn right! I can spoil you if I want. Speaking of gifts,” you purred as you wiggled loose from his hold.

Climbing out of bed, you slipped into the La Perla robe Rio bought. Your hips swayed over to your side of the closet. His eyes followed the entire time. Tossing a sneaky grin over your shoulder, you opened it up, plucking three boxes off the shelf. You crawled back into bed, snuggling into his side, placing each box in his lap.

“Happy anniversary and Valentine’s Day, papa.”

He shook his head, acting like he was upset. He reached for the slender black box first.

“No, baby. Save that one for last.”

“Your bossy ass,” he joked.

The medium-sized box contained two different sets of colognes. Rio licked his lips, appreciating that you knew his signature scents. He thanked you, giving your bottom lip a playful bite. Sitting them aside, he opened the second box.

“I’ve been putting money aside, too,” you explained, smiling shyly.

“Okay, wife! You laced your boy with a new Rolex. See what I mean? Selfless, thoughtful, and generous. I should’ve known you’d buy me gifts. Even though I specifically told you not to.”

“Open the last one,” you instructed, bouncing with excitement.

Rio pulled the slender box open, and his eyes grew wide. His head turned in your direction. Mouth hanging open, he looked at you in disbelief. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Mama? Stop playing with me. You for real,” he asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

A fresh set of tears clouded your vision. You managed to nod your head yes. Rio’s eyes landed back on the pictures in his hand.

“Good thing you bought that house. You’re getting that sixth baby you’ve been going on about,” you joked. “You’re breaking the news to the kids. I have a feeling the baby boy knows. He’s been extra cuddly. Resting his head on my stomach too.”

“No wonder why you’ve been on me heavily. You've been clingy, more than usual. You were popping up at the warehouses, begging me to take you across my desk. Always trying to fuck in the car, and you pulled me in the dressing room the other day,  horny ass,” Rio teased.

“Says the man who was happy to dig me out. Miss me with that.”

“What can I say? Happy wife, happy life,” he responded, rubbing your stomach and kissing it.

“I know one damn thing. After this baby, we’re both getting fixed. You obviously can’t be trusted.”

Rio kissed his teeth, “I don’t know about all that,” he shrugged.

“I’m serious, Rio.”

“I hear you, mama,” he replied in a not-so-convincing tone.

No matter what he says, I’m getting my tubes tied after this one. I love my children, but mommy’s tired. No amount of persuasion is talking me out of this shit. He’s a smooth-talking sexy ass man, and I need to learn how to dodge that shit.

Rio’s hands dipped into your robe, distracting you from said topic.

“I think it’s about time for round two, mama.”

I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I love that for me.

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[hockeyboysimagines]

okay we need a sequel to practice makes perfect where matthew is proven right and knocked hallie up first try 😂

Your wish is my commend anon. Please read part 1 before this, as it won’t make sense otherwise. I hope this is everything you’re imagining.

“Sooooooo?”

“So what?”

“Did you take it?”

Hallie rolled her eyes “No I didn’t take it yet. I’m not late, we still have another week.”

Matthew slumped down in his seat and crossed his arms “Ugh. Can’t you hurry it along? Like talk with your uterus and tell it to do us a solid?”

“The fact that you know nothing about the female body is amazing considering how good you are in bed.” She looked down at her abdomen “Excuse me in there. Can you tell us if you’re sending a period this month? My baby daddy wants to know.”

His mouth fell open and he started laughing “Baby daddy.”

“Is that not what you are?” Hallie asked reaching forward to run her fingers through his hair “I mean after all wasn’t it YOU.” She said jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger “Who was just bragging about being 2 for 2 the other week? The cabin? The bar bathroom? Ring a bell?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember the bar bathroom.”

“Can’t remember my ass!”

“Oh no. I remember your ass.”

He ran a hand up her thigh and gave her hip a tug, pulling her over to straddle his lap, and looked at her smiling cheekily “Kidding. Of course I’m your baby daddy. Thomas looks just like me, now Lilly…..”

Hallie’s mouth fell open and she slapped his chest “Rude.” And then she reached down between them to palm him through his shorts “I guess if that’s how you feel I’ll find someone else to give me this.” She ground her pelvis into his, and he felt himself get hard.

“Never.” He reached forward and let his hands travel up her thighs to her hips and then leaned up to kiss her collarbone. Hallie closed her eyes and felt goosebumps erupt across her skin as his lips moved across her skin, tongue sliding across her neck, and up her jaw to her mouth. He had just started to kiss her, hand coming up to grip the back of her neck when-

“Daddy!!”

He stopped and his head fell forward with a sigh.

“Daddy come play!”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek “We’ll finish this later. Your mini me is calling you.” she climbed off him and helped him stand, turning to head towards the kitchen when she felt his hand on her ass “I like these pants.” He said hand coming to the other side of her hips “They make your-“

“DADDY!”

“OKAY!” He yelled back, scowling and huffing “He’s so impatient.”

Hallie started laughing “You sure you want another one?”

“Ha ha. I want 4 more.”

“4-what I-4?!” Hallie’s sputtered at him until he started laughing.

“Can’t help it. You’re just so easy to get pregnant.” He shrugged and winked at her turning to find Thomas and take him outside to play hockey in the driveway, a daily past time for them.

4 kids. Was he crazy? She thought as she made her way through the house and upstairs to check on baby Lilly, as Thomas called her, who was taking a nap. On her way she passed the bathroom, and stopped.

Biting her lip she reached under the sink and pulled out a test. She didn’t feel pregnant. Last time she’d known right away, after said romp in the bar. Exactly 5 weeks later she was holding a positive test while Brady celebrated before the Battle of Alberta playoff series. When at home, some form of protection was always used unless they were trying. But there wasn’t much thought that went into spontaneous bar bathroom sex, or her last minute availability to be in Ottawa some weeks ago, both of which had been protection free. She held it in her hand, doing a mental count and pulled her jeans down.

Today would be 5 weeks exactly, and taking one couldn’t hurt. It would however prove his theory, and he would now be 3 for 3 on getting her pregnant on the first try.

Thomas was the night in the cabin, the first time they’d had sex.

Lilly was the bar bathroom, the first time they’d been out celebrating the trade with his new teammates.

And now if she was pregnant today, it would be after the game in Ottawa, all three being on the first try.

She would never hear the end of this.

She set the test on the counter, pulling her jeans up and washing her hands while she waited for it. She however was not alone before it finished because Matthew himself threw the door open and stopped, surprised to see her but then his eyes zeroed in on the test.

“What the- your taking it without me?!”

He pushed past her and peered at it, eyes moving between what appeared in the bubble and the difference between positive and negative. A smile spread slowly across his face like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes and he turned to her.

“3 for 3!”

“No WAY!” She said grabbing it and holding it up. There it was. A pink plus sign clear as day in that tiny circle.

He thrust a fist in the air and gave a very loud “YES!” Before he pulled out his phone, fumbling to unlock it with the amount of excitement running through him.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling my parents to tell them that their son has successfully knocked you up 3 times on the first try. Let them tell me again that Brady’s more talented.”

“Matthew do not-“

But Chantal had already answered the phone.

“Hello I was just going to-“

“Hallie’s pregnant!” He yelled gleefully into the phone.

“AH!” Chantal screamed on the other end. She heard a clatter in the background and Keith yelling “What?! What happened?!”

“Hallie’s pregnant!” She yelled voice breaking a little.

“Again? He’s out of control.”

“Yeah remember that next time you tell me Brady is better. I’d like to see him do that.”

Hallie’s face burned with embarrassment as she accepted ‘congratulations’ from Keith and Chantal, who promised to come visit soon and hung up. But Matthew wasn’t done, he texted several teammates, all of whom chirped him, including Sam who said he didn’t think he had it in him, and then made one last phone call, looking at her and cracking a large evil smile.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Calling Brady to tell him that C on his chest is nothing compared to the C in my pants.”

“MATTHEW!”

[pedroshotwifey]

I’m back with a Marcus Pike thot?!

Seeing as the last was sooooo good!

How would he react if the condom split?

🫠

Hello again my friend!! I actually got this idea stuck in my head that this is the same couple as the previous Marcus drabble I did for you. Almost like a prologue 😂 Hope you like it!!

***** You cry out Marcus’s name as you come around his cock again, your mouth falling open and your toes curling with pleasure. You have your legs wrapped around his narrow hips, your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he moves with tortuously slow thrusts. 

Your entire body feels heated as you tremble and feel the way he starts to twitch inside of you, signaling that he’s getting close. 

“Doing so good, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear as he pumps himself deeper. “‘M close.” 

You nod, holding him tighter as you rub your cheek against his, savoring the stubble there. 

He whimpers as he spills into you and bites your lip, which makes you yelp even as you arch your back for more. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He feels so fucking good today. Well, he always feels good, but there’s something else today. Warm and smooth Almost like—

“Marcus!” You practically yell his name as you start to push on him, and he seems to realize at the same time that you do, because he’s quickly scrambling off. You both know that it’s too late for that, though. 

You both look down at his wet cock, at the broken condom covering it. Your eyes are wide when you look back up at his face. He can see you starting to worry, starting to overthink, and springs into action. He kneels toward you and gently takes your chin in his hands. 

“Hey, baby, look at me,” he requests carefully. He only continues once you do, your eyes starting to water. 

“Please don’t worry, honey,” he tells you softly, brows furrowed as he gives you some of the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’m going to go out right now and get you a plan B, okay? It’s going to be—” 

He stops talking as you begin to shake your head, a smile spreading on your lips. “Don’t,” you say. “I think I’m ready. I know how badly you want this, and I can’t imagine not having children with you, Marcus. I want to try.” 

He watches you in shock for a moment, not quite believing what you’re telling him. It’s only once you open your mouth to ask him if that’s what he still wants, that he starts to smile too. He surges forward and takes your lips in a kiss as tears well up in his eyes. He pushes you gently, getting you to lay on your back as you’d been just minutes ago. 

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with joy, love, and excitement. You have a feeling the two of you won’t be leaving this bed for a while.

****

Read more drabbles here!

[carnal-lnstinct]

I’m always so excited for your Halloween event! (And anything you write too 💚)

Can I request my boi Gohan. I love our dorky nerd having a mean dark side. 🥰 If I could get anything either dubcon or cnc with him? Any type of setting is good with me; walking home in the dark, meeting at a bar, or a good old meet up with the Ox Prince 😂

(Off question, which I might have asked you before but memory is terrible, but do you think you’ll write Granolah at any point? 🤔)

〖 OX PRINCE GOHAN X READER 〗 ✦✦Content: M/18+. MINORS DNI. au. established relationship. public sex. rough sex. breeding. overstimulation. referenced squirting.    ✦✦Warning: implied dubcon/cnc. light impact play. ✦✦A/N: I still haven't read the other arcs in the manga to fully absorb and muse over Granolah's character, so it depends on how soon I do that and if he strikes interest to me. I swear I only go through the manga to look at Broly 😭 but we'll see!

It seemed like nothing could break through to Gohan in the heat of this moment, his blood pumping and the sound of his own pulse in his ears smothering out any remaining wariness for your surroundings. He’s past the point of indulging a distraction like a creeping up voice or the floor creaking under approaching footsteps. You’re right here, sobbing under the growing intensity of his body pounding against yours and lacking all the flash and fight you started with. You’re perfectly broken down, now malleable for whatever he wanted you to be. He pulled you flush against his hips, allowing you to keep his cock warm for the moment as he removed the fogged glasses from his eyes to get a better look at you. The Ox Prince admires his handiwork with a tasteful lick of his lips and a languid drag of your body along his length, taking in the mess of his cum and yours glossing up your connection.

You trembled inconsolably from the aftershocks of orgasms and squirts you couldn’t control, let alone recover from. A pitiful whine leaves your lips and your knees buckle a little when he pulls you back to fully sheath himself again making him snicker proudly.

Regardless of how much you shake and sob, you aren’t fixing your mouth to say that word. The only thing to make it all stop. Or, perhaps, you can’t. Nothing but hoarse, shaky croaks on your breath, and a fog in your mind holding you back from the relief you desperately need. Even so, he gave it to you to use as a mercy.

Gohan inviting himself to slap your ass in quick succession just to feel you clamp around his cock reminds you of your shared addiction to the high, which really keeps your safe word sitting in the back of your throat. It doesn’t matter where you are, he’s going to fuck you. You protest and he does it harder, longer. Drawing it out and goading you with those deep strokes against your spot to draw attention knowing you’ll try your best to keep from embarrassing yourself. With that shame stirring back into your mind you find your words again, miraculously letting out pleas for him to end it already, for your sake. You can’t take another build-up anymore than you can keep yourself quiet enough to avoid attention. 

But your begging is all hollow bullshit if you’re not going to say it. Admitting you’re afraid to be caught like this or what Gohan would do in the situation should his temper get the best of him doesn’t stop him. You’re his woman, he’ll have you whenever and wherever he wants and he’s never led you to believe otherwise since you’ve gotten this far in your relationship. Filling you up and watching you shamble around afterward to keep it all in is the mark of a fulfilling fuck.

Gohan takes your leg and turns you onto your back from your position on your knees, your cunt wet and stretched to his size enough that he could do it without pulling out of you. He’s not even giving your pathetic words the time of day. 

He doesn’t waste any of his attention on keeping your hands restrained when you start to push against the roll of his hips, growing into a desperate fuss when his pace finds the angle to make you squeal. It’s downright cathartic to feel the way you claw at his skin, the impact of your palm nudging at his unwavering form raising an uncanny smile on his face. His ki surged with excitement in the form of electricity around his body. Heating him more than before as red flashes in his irises.