#THANK U ANON IM KISSING U ON THE FOREHEAD WITH TONGUE

[chaieyestea]

Did you see there's new off merchandise dropping?

SCREAMING. SHAKING. I DIDNT KNOW OMG IM SO EXCITED

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! some face fucking, cock and ball sucking, why is Suguru here?, hints of satosugu, face sitting, squirting, face/pussy slapping, praise/praising degradation/condescending/teasing, they are fuck you up for satoru’s b day, bondage, some double penetration, a vibrator is taped to your clit, dumbification/mind break/overstimulation, face slapping, spitting, slapping your ass, Suguru kisses you and your forehead, lil mama/princess/sweetheart, some humiliation/embarrassment, dacryphilia, THEY ARE BULLIES!!! - its your fault for forgetting Satoru’s b day

@arminsumi; I WAS TEH ONE WHO CONFESSED GOJO ALL ALONG HEHEHEHE lol i was too shy so i was like im going anon to confess my need to be eaten out by this man... and u fed us so well mama bear i feel blessed. he's so rough yet romantic and so in love w reader and her 😺 aaa!! and the stuck in the washer idea just got me giggly 💗🍧 but next i need to sit atop his pretty face so i can drown him w my pussy 😈 (lol) anyways thank u sososososo much for writing it aaaaa i was so excited ab it mwa 🍰 (also him using infinity to make his tongue feel thicker... ph-ph-phewwww 🫠), overstimulation

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐲; Thank you for the confession! Face sitting with gojo should always be on your mind. I loved writing out how in love he is with the reader despite his he smacking and biting her,. Thank you I was trying so hard to making him sweet but rough at the same time 🫠 also how about we pretend it's still his birthday! (whenever I can i wanna use his abilities for smutty purposes)

You’re fondling, kissing, and sucking Satoru’s balls, swirling your hand around his long, veiny cock. Swiping your thumb over Satoru’s head smearing his cum.

His sculpted, muscular trembling beneath you is an ego-boosting thrill. Satoru is a needy, overstimulated mess because of your hot wet mouth and soaking wet pussy.

Moaning, squeezing your cheeks, curling his tongue inside you. Clenching his head, grinding your sloppy cunt on his face. Your soft cunt spasming around Satoru's tongue.

Suguru turns on the vibrator, taped to your clit, wrecking any line of thought. Forgetting Satoru underneath you, sitting upright, squeezing and crushing Satoru's head. He smacks your ass, groaning, pumping his tongue faster.

These two have you losing your mind.

Suguru's thick cock hangs, dangling past his large balls to heavy to stand up. Pulling his hair back in a messy bun, his brawny, muscular arms flex. His bangs slip past his thick fingers, framing Suguru's beautiful face.

Suguru taunts you, “Eye fucking me when you’re sitting on Satoru's face greedy whore.” Biting his bottom lip, glancing you uo and down. “Tell us how much of a dirty cock hungry slut you are." Yanking your head back by your spitting in your face.

Suguru slaps your cheek, cupping your face, swiping his thumb over your stinging cheek. Tenderly kissing your forehead when you plead, "I'm your dirty whore, please I need yall to fold me in two n fuck me." The confessions slip out before you can stop it. "I'm tired of touching myself thinkin' about both of you sharing me."

Suguru smirks at you, "Ya hear that Toru? She’s such a whore for us, she plays with her slutty cunt thinking about us." Your body burns with embarrassment. Shoving your head down next Satoru's hard cock, so long it’s resting on his stomach.

Licking, kissing, and sucking on Satoru's hard cock, bobbing your head, swirling your tongue groaning. Suguru wonders, "How do you masturbate when you're thinking of us?” Increasing the pulse on the vibrator. Sliding Satoru's cock out with a pop when he lifts your head up.

Moaning, trembling with your eyes watering, thick tears trickle down your cheek. Suguru smirks crooning, "You're crying already? But we just started n’ Satoru's birthday party doesn't end till the sun rises." Gently swiping your tears away with his thumb. Smacking you hard across the face.

Suguru forces you to put all your weight on Satoru's face, crushing him with your ass and pussy. "How does our cock hungry whore get herself off after slutting us out in her head all day?" The vibrators get a notch higher and you see stars.

Your jaw drops as you struggle to think. Each swipe of Satoru's tongue in your spasming cunt wrecks your thoughts. Suguru laughs, his deep mocking chuckle makes you burn with humiliation.

Swirling his thumb over your soft nipple, tugging and twisting. Clearly getting off on seeing you winch and cry as you suffocate his friend. "Really? We just started having fun with you n' you're too dumb to speak?" Satoru slaps your ass, groaning in your cunt.

Warm this cum is trickling into Satoru's mouth, down his cheek and chin. He grabs your hips to stop you from twisting your hips away. Savoring your juicy cunt soaking his face.

Suguru croons, "Ya wanna be our cumslut? Wanna lick his cock clean? Be a good whore n' spoil him with your pretty lil glory hole mouth." He holds up Satoru's long, veiny cock for you to take in your mouth.

Bobbing your head, groaning, swirling your tongue around his head then deep throating him with a gag. Suguru encourages you, “Good lil’ cumslut suck him clean.” Wrapping a rope around your throat lightly choking you as he binds your wrists behind your back. Any tug and you'll choke yourself.

Trembling, moaning you can't focus long enough to bob your head. Suguru tugs on your hair, pulling Satoru's cock out. Stuffing his cock in before you can close your mouth or catch your breath. Fucking your throat with a beautiful breathy moan, his balls hitting your chin.

Satoru's large hands keep you from running, letting him lick up every last drop. He's too much, your eyes roll back in your thoughtless, cum drunk head. The vibrator on your clit keeps you from coming back down the body tingling blissful high.

Suguru moans, "It's getting me off fucking her pretty face while she's crying." Satoru lifts you off his face, breathing roughly. Suguru glides his cock out, dragging you off Satoru by your hair.

Getting you on your knees, Suguru leans down for a slow, tender kiss. Gliding his tongue past your lips, rubbing it against yours, tasting Satoru's bittersweet cum. Caressing the sides of your beautiful, soft body, squeezing your cheeks and thighs.

Satoru presses his hard chest against your back. "Fuck I needed her pussy more than air. You should smother me every year for my birthday." Taking the toy off your clit, tossing it aside onto the bed.

Your clit throbs and softly twitches unable to handle the sudden lack of stimulation. "Please touch my clit! It-nnn" Suguru and Satoru fold your thighs by your side. Holding you in a mating press between their tall, muscular bodies

His voice is honey-sweet, "How is this sweetheart?" Slapping your clit and cunt, stuffing two thick fingers in, slapping you again. You can't twist your hips away, held in the air you are their helpless toy.

Satoru lines himself up, gliding himself in with a sensual, slow roll of his hips. Your bound wrists rubbing against his flexing hard abs. "Let's double stuff her sloppy cunt. She's so fuckin' hot n' sweet I wanna break her." Picking up the pace with each deep, steady thrust.

Stopping with just the tip in you. Satou lets Suguru line himself up. Crying, "Fuck fuck fuck me. Please! Nnnn! Your! Cocks! Nnnn!" You can't string together a thought or sentence, you’re too cock drunk. Stretching your sloppy wet cunt taunt.

Satoru's longer cock goes deeper than Suguru's, making his thicker head shove Satoru into your cervix. Twisting your hips unable to process the intense pleasure.

Satoru cups your breast, gently rubbing your soft nipple in between two fingers. "Wanna her to cum on my cock for every day she's turned me on since I met her irresistible ass." Twisting your nipple smirking when you cry his name. "Happy late fuckin' birthday to me, your soft wet cunt is the best gift you could have given me."

Suguru reminds him. "We can't let her off too easy, she did forget your birthday." Their cocks rub together inside you as their pace becomes uneven. Satoru fucks you faster, deeper than Suguru's harder, slower pace.

Oreo’s m.list

[1eoness]

thanks for replying dear! also what pet names do you think leon would use for a so im so curious i keep thinking on babe and maybe even bunny for some reason ??? lol

HII ANON i have a long weekend and im taking a brief breather from writing today rn but i saw this so why not

other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3

also i'm not sure if ur comfy w nsfw so ill put a seperate sectioning.

cw: just leon and the petnames he uses on gn! reader; with a VERY short nsfw snippet, only 17+ >:(

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other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3 but he doesn't really use any uhm.. creative nicknames cus hes a fucking loser. but regardless he has his sentiment to them nd thats what matters hehe

sfw

"oh, sweetheart.." ♡ leon uses 'sweetheart' often when either of you feel vulnerable.

"oh—you okay, baby?" he murmurs before he stifled a laugh, seeing you accidentally hit your head against a pole. ♡ leon uses this in sudden or mild moments

you see leon immediately approach the foyer when he hears you're finally home. "why didn't you call me, my love?" he murmurs lowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, his hands coming to take your raincoat off. ♡ leon uses this as a greeting whenever he misses you or when he knows he'll miss you when you go out.

"...my sweet baby." he coos in a sleepy and inaudible whisper while he cradles your slumbering little head to his heart. ♡ leon mostly uses this when he remembers he has you all to himself! [sometimes it's 'sweet little girl/boy']

or sometimes leon just babbles with your face in his hands, kissing it all over while you activate his cute aggression. "you're always so good to me, bunny.." he murmurs incomprehensively atop the crown of your hair. and if you get all eager or shy u just make him melt!!

v nsfw! v (hehe.. may or may not be a snippet)

"l-leoon! ngghh... hngg..ah!~" you plant your mouth onto the soft fabric, leon's hand on the back of your head keeping you face-down while he pummels into you with reckless abandon.

he moans lowly as he drags his cock further in your clenching little hole, watching your sweetness pour while you cry helplessly into his comforters. "poor bunny, can't even think... uhh.. hmff.. f-fuuck..." leon coos with mock-sympathy, dragging a bellicose groan out of him— he pulls your hair back lightly, a gentle yet controlling grip; like he were pulling on a bunny's ears. he adjusts your hips up again, coercing a high-pitched whine out of you as he thrusts faster into where he knows you're sensitive. he wouldn't give his dumb little bunny the light of day, your blabbering voice now unmuffled and falling satisfactorily to his ears ♡

[blackdollette]

i cannot stop thinking about this because rory always has something around his wrist but reader giving either jack or charlie their scrunchie/hairtie and him wearing it allll the time bc he loves u but specifically uses it to tie his hair up whenever he eats u out

p.s. i love your writing so much thank u for feeding my horny delulu brain <33333

thank you so much, anon 🫶🏽 and as someone who always has at least 5 hairties on my wrists at all times, i love this idea sm!!

"it's not fashionable to love me." | jack thurlow

honeymoon. - lana del rey

female!reader x jack

contents: oral (f receiving), a little ffuff

you and jack had been colleagues for a few years, and he had fallen head over heels for you by the time you had spoken to him for the first time

he loved everything about you. from the way you dressed to the way you held yourself together. you were perfect.

when you two started dating, jack gave you a ring that used to belong to his mother

you didn't really have anything to give him in return, so you gave him a fuzzy little scrunchie that you hadn't taken off your wrist in 7 years

at first, he thought it was a little tacky

it didn't go with anything that he wore, and it stood out in an unappealing way

but overtime, jack felt that it was a little piece of you that he could take everywhere with him

he often had it tied in his hair when it was slicked back into his signature tight bun (your favourite hairstyle of his.)

he loved it so much that sometimes, he found himself fidgeting with it

like whenever he was anxious or stressed, he subconsciously started twirling it around his fingers or something

you noticed this and thought it was the cutest thing ever.

whenever he went down on you, he would leave his hair in its usual free state

he’d keep going until you were a shaky, moaning mess.

until the very second that you were going to reach your orgasm

he would pull away from your aching cunt before taking the hairtie off of his wrist and tying his hair into a ponytail, watching as you sob from having your orgasm denied

he'd only chuckle before getting back to work, his lips once again making contact with your swollen little pussy

you'd occasionally move stray strands of his hair out of his face as your legs trembled in his grip

after hours of teasing you, he'd finally let you release your cum all over his tongue as he hungrily lapped up all the liquids you let out

as you let out a loud moan at the shivering sensation traveling through your body, jack comes up and kisses you on the forehead

he tucked you into bed and got beside you, caressing your beautiful face softly as you both slowly drifted off to sleep

not a day went by where he wasn't wearing your special little hairtie. (omg i rhymed)

author's note: im so glad i got this out before the end of the day. thank you so much for the request and i hope you enjoyed reading!

[kneamet]

could you please do jealous/possessive roman sionis???

blood moon ball

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, yandere

Word Count: 613

Character: roman sionis/reader

blood moon ball

A mad night under a cold moon, the scarlet sky of flesh waved love in a haze. Stars were scrawled on the ceiling — so far away, almost real! the constellation of the monster pointed the way, dragged back into a deep, cruel and pathetic embrace; an embrace full of darkness and depravity, death and blood. It was the blood moon ball — Roman was the main guest, and angering him was like an execution. This is a one— actor theater for a single spectator — you. A spectator doomed to eternal imprisonment, contemplating the whole horror of life with faded eyes.

Lost to yourself, the whole world, but not to Roman, you were connected with strangers by a thread. They were sitting on chairs —coquettes with fake eyebrows, shiny earrings and mocking pupils, gentlemen with bloody hearts, greasy smiles and tasteless clothes. A row of flickering chandeliers poured abundant rays on the joyful faces of famous thieves, murderers who were going to shed a bloody sweat. And only you, like a small white flower sprouted in dirt and gloom, looked around the club in confusion, unable to move. Not being able to say a word against Roman that squeezed you in an insatiable embrace.

He kissed your neck, breathed hotly on your bare shoulders and ran his gloved hands along your waist. You shuddered, trembled and thoughtlessly looked into the distance, envied the crowd of harlots that were overcome with passion, madly rejoiced, traded in lost beauty and honor; they are carefree, who decided that life belongs to them; they are the same as you were a few months ago. Roman, not paying attention and ordering Zsasz to guard the most remote chairs, whispered in ear:

"Mine, mine, mine…"

The skin was covered with goosebumps, the heart beat faster. Your gaze was poisoned by endless longing. Forgotten dreams rise again with royal towers, block, help to live in the male world of the Novel. Roman protects you, protects you and pleases before you, ready to get the enemy's heart and present it on a platter. His control knows no bounds, but you feel — or should feel — safe. You're not in danger, but I'm worried, baby! he keeps saying, once again closing you at home. He says he has to protect.

Roman is a fragrant, luxurious fruit, a tombstone urn asking for tears; it is an evil spirit chasing from all sides, burning your chest with an unclean flame; you are forced to breathe it, inhale and swallow. Roman is a spider, he weaves webs and entangles victims, lives several lives that are nothing to him. His nets envelop the whole Gotham and it is not possible to get out, and why would you do that? Every girl in the city dreams of being in the bed of Roman Sionis, so why do you refuse?

Prohibitions multiply like bacteria, ordinary relationships will turn into continuous obligations and services — don't do this, don't do that. You sigh, trying to say something, but you are silent, afraid, remembering the bruises left on your neck. Suddenly you twitch when you feel the touch of tongue on the skin and the wet trail left. Roman, like a cat, makes this gesture, as if trying to ask for forgiveness, to lick wounds. Paying attention to a man walking with a drunken gait to your table, you don't even have time to say a word, as he, leaning against, demands something:

"Pretty, you want…"

He is interrupted by a dull bullet fired in the forehead. He falls with a thud, softly, almost inaudible thanks to the loud music. Your eyes widen and you swallow; Roman runs a gun through your hair.

"Mine."

im sorry if this isnt exactly what u wanted, i can always write something different fur u, anon! also, please indicate which type u would like to read - a drabble (500~ words) or a fic (2000+ words), since they are very different in content. drabble is more of a rest than a full-fledged job, so they may not be very interesting, perhaps boring and clumsy in terms of the plot. but if you liked it, then im very glad!

[merlinssassybeard]

My horny ass waiting for some ex husband gojo content : (´；ω；｀)

Oh my anon im sworryy i was sick when you sent in this ask. But here u go💕

I was listening to songs so expect mistakes😅.

Tags- fluff angst smut mdni

Series masterlist // Main masterlist

Ex husband Gojo

Random headcanon turned drabble

Gojo doesn't care about personal spaces but when its you, he prefers ringing the bell and knocking rather than just warping inside.

Gojo comes to your apartment every time he's in town. He always brings gifts for his daughter and crazy souvenirs for both of you

Whenever Gojo comes to your apartment, he always says he's here for his daughter but would eventually pick her up in his arms and would have you engaged in small talks.

These small talks often lead to create a tension, a heat, between you two.

This heat is of two types though; one, the angry heat and the other, the sexual tension.

Although, both meet same ends. Angry heat leads to both of you fighting, mainly you because Satoru never looses his calm demeanor. He just leaves the gifts and the souvenirs and heads towards the door. Or if the fight gets too serious, he just warps away.

Whereas, the latter leads to you and Satoru placing your baby in her nursery and locking her room's door.

And then heading towards.... The master bedroom, where you sleep alone.

You make sure to lock your room's door as well after Gojo enters and stands behind you.

Upon locking the door and pulling the curtains down, you quickly rush over to crash your lips on Satoru's and the two of you engage in a long, rough, hungry kiss.

His hands travelled all over body starting from your head, his hands stroked your hair to your back, sliding down towards your plump butt you let out a moan as he grabbed them, tight.

The simple hungry kiss turned into a battle between tongues, fighting for dominance. You know you cannot just give up, afterall you're a special grade, so you kept battling your tongue with Gojo's. An innocent battle filled with lust, Gojo gave up and let your tongue in.

Just as he gave up though, you pulled out of the kiss, huffing for air.

Gojo didn't waste time and asked, "you okay honey?". For a moment, the whole world stopped around you, the noise of the city through window, the construction work going in your neighborhood. Everything. Went. Silent. Those words of his were the reason. So many past memories flooded your brain with a simple word 'honey'.

But you simply decided on brushing off his concern by frantically unbuttoning his shirt and that was enough to tell him that you are doing more than okay.

He helped you take off his shirt and you proceeded to take off your own Dora the explorer t-shirt. But you were taking too long to take it off so Satoru meddled in and kissed you while tearing off your t-shirt, to which you rightfully pulled a fistful of Satoru's snow hair while he pulled out from the kiss leaving a trail of saliva which you shamelessly licked off his wet and smooth lips.

You looked down, at the remnants of the tragic event that went down a decade ago, the still-visible scar on his chest, although faint but visible for sure. Your hand subconsciously stroked the scar soflty. Apparently, Satoru can have the scar gone, thanks to his reverse cursed technique but he doesn't. When you were married, he told you that it looks 'cool'. Yes, that's what he said and says everytime but YOU know that's not it and you also know he won't tell you but its okay, as long as he is happy with it, so are you.

You're thoughts came to a halt when he picked you up by your waist and threw you on your bed. Your hands grabbed the linens each side as you saw Satoru slowly approach you like a tiger approaching, waiting to pounce on the prey and enjoy every single pieces.

He locked his ocean eyes with yours as he neared your face and brushed off your bangs and placed a long kiss on your forehead. Slowing moving downwards to your left cheek, you right cheek, your nose and then your lips. His soft lips moved to your neck and gave a long kiss eventually resulting in a lovebite. He did the same on your collar bone and your chest. Satoru placed his hands on your bra covered breasts and looked at you as if though asking, "are you sure?"

You felt your heart racing, racing so fast you swear it'll burst out. Having your Ex husband after being separated, the feeling of it was different than when you were married, or even with all the men you had after he brutally wounded you with a divorce.

But you didn't care. No, you don't. You don't wish to care for something that has already happened in the past. Its absurd to think about all the pain of past. You have moved on that is why you look for potential partners or eventually a step father for your poor girl, or that is atleast what you've been telling yourself. Deep down though, deep down in your heart you know you can never move on from this snow haired sorcerer whom you have ended up giving your heart, your love, your mind, your body, your everything and yet somehow its not enough.

You noded your head giving him the permission he needed.

His hands slowly moved to remove your bra, he commented in between, "these look bigger than before, huh". You wanted to chuckle at his observation but you ended up smacking his head slightly. "Ow oww okay okay i get it they were big already! Okay?!", He replied in his most adorable voice. "They grow big after having kids Satoru", you said brushing his white hair away from his face. He simply smiled and kissed your clothed breasts, mumbling, "I'm grateful for everything, YN. Thank you for everything."

Your movements paused and eyes widened on his words. Those words weren't of lust or alike but felt as if though it came from deep down his heart. "..Toru..", you whispered.

Your whispers were silenced though as Gojo cupped your cheeks and pounced in to kiss your lips, a long kiss.

And then he pulled back and got off you. He quickly picked his shirt up and started buttoning it.

"Sa-Satoru?" You asked in puzzlement but he didn't reply.

"Satoru?" You enquired again but this time he only smiled at you before picking up his jacket. "Give pumpkin a kiss for me will ya!", He said in his cheery self with his signature three fingered peace sign and warped.

You just laid there, on the bed, in your bra and panty, alone, contemplating what happened....

Bonus:-

Why didn't Gojo do it? Gojo didn't do it because he firmly believes that there's a boundary, a limit one shall not cross. Its because you both are separated, so he believes that he has lost all his right over you. Even though you don't mind to have him, he would still respect your pride and dignity over anything.

[bumbleklee]

can i pls request zhongli, kaeya, childe and diluc with a s/o who can fall asleep anywhere at anytime? thank u in advance !!!

im like 75% done with requests *breakdances* hope u enjoyed this anon (o˘◡˘o)

zhongli

no matter how often you randomly fall asleep with zhongli, he panics and thinks something is wrong

with him being the consultant for the funeral parlor in liyue, zhongli was always at meetings with clients and you usually tagged along

they were such boring meetings dealing with finances and logistics that it was easy for you to fall asleep during them

Your eyes fluttered shut within minutes of sitting down at a table in the Liyue Pavilion. The minute Zhongli opened his mouth about costs, your head tipped back and you were asleep. When your came to an hour later, Zhongli was peering at you with a concerned expression. A warm cup of tea was in front of you and you yawned dramatically. "What?" You asked Zhongli, raising an eyebrow at his look. "Are you alright? Did you faint?" He asks immediately. You roll your eyes. "We've talked about this," You say, "I love you, but you're so boring you put me to sleep."

kaeya

the one thing you and kaeya had in common was that you were both slackers from your jobs

kaeya liked to sneaked away to his office to write you love letters or steal klee and create chaos with her while you preferred to go to your office of your own job and sleep

you didn't even have to be tired but if you were given the chance to be alone in a quiet place, you were asleep

"Earth to Y/N...Y/N?"

A soft voice brought you back to your senses. Your eyes groggily opened and you lifted your head off your desk, your unruly hair falling into your eyes. When your eyes adjusted to the light, you noticed Kaeya was standing in front of you.

"Good morning," He beamed. You yawned and sat up fully, checking the time and seeing that it was almost noon. And since Kaeya had come to visit you at your job, you knew he was slacking off too.

"Can't I sleep for a few more minutes?" You smirked, opening your arms so Kaeya would envelope you in an awkward but comforting hug.

Kaeya pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I'll be the look-out for your boss."

And within minutes, you were asleep again.

childe

for the longest time, childe thought you had narcolepsy

your weird talent to fall asleep anywhere at anytime was shocking to him, especially since you managed to fall asleep at the worst times

like, for example, when you were supposed to be keeping watch of a hilichurl camp and had fallen asleep abruptly and nearly got your ass kicked if childe wasn't nearby

"You should see a doctor," Childe said for the tenth time, "It's not normal."

You only laughed at him, "I'm not just falling asleep whenever, Childe. I can just fall asleep whenever. Get it?"

He looked at you like you were crazy and ran a hand through his hair, "Whatever, whatever. Just promise me you won't take naps when you need to be patrolling, okay?"

You held up your hands in self defense, "You got it. I'll take a power nap when you take me out for dinner tonight instead."

diluc

similarly to zhongli, he was always surprised when you decided to take a random nap somewhere

you had trained your body to fall asleep anywhere at anytime since you were a little kid and you even considered it a talent nowadays

being able to fall asleep whenever you wanted got you out of a lot of duties and the more diluc got to know you, the more he picked up on your tricks

With the Ludi Harpastrum festival around the corner, you and Diluc were tasked with decorating the tavern and its surrounding courtyard. Except you really weren't in the mood to stand on a ladder for hours that day so when Diluc slipped inside the bar to grab something, you closed your eyes.

When he came back out and saw you asleep, Diluc clicked his tongue. He didn't want to wake you up but he knew you had only fallen asleep to get out of decorating. Upon spotting Diona sauntering around the town, Diluc left the girl with a very important task.

He decorated with Charles while Diona circled your sleeping body with rolls of streamers and stickers. When you finally woke up again, you started to plan a fake-apology for Diluc for your sudden slumber but when you looked down to see your body completely covered in party supplies, you knew you two were even.

[fanmoose12]

I like to think the first time when Levi and Hanji confessed their feelings it was during a fight. Hanji's going through the mess in her office worried that she's failing as a commander and in a moment of weakness admits she should've been the one to die that day instead of him. She wasnt needed here. Erwin was. Erwin would've known what to do. Levi who had just entered the office to check up on her starts seething with anger & roughly strikes his fist against her table. She looks up at him shocked and teary eyed. 'Wtf hanji? After all we've been through, all you care about is dying like a coward?' She gets up and starts shouting at him. How he doesnt get the pressure shes under. That she feels lonely most of the time. She misses Moblit. She misses who she was. She misses watching the world with both eyes. You feel so distant. Im sick of pretending there's no space between us anymore when there's a vaccuum. Heck you dont even call me four eyes anymore. She stops when he grabs her by the arm and pulls her close. 'Does it matter to you that much?' He isnt looking at her. Shes stunned unable to come up with a diversion. She gives in and accepts it. 'Yes. It does. You were..u were all I was left with Levi. And it feels like I lost you too' He pulls her close meeting her eyes with a look she hasnt seen before. 'U think ur the only one who's miserable? U think I dont see u dying everyday crumbling under this pressure? U think i dont carry the burden of our fallen comrades on my shoulders? U think its easy to love someone who probably blames u for making her life hell? To see myself lose u to this position u hold? I die everyday hanji. I feel like the loneliest man to ever exist. I lost u too that day. Everytime I look at u I see the ghost of who hanji was and how I killed her. Im miserable too hanji but knowing you'd rather choose death than stick with me here......I cant bear the thought" She stares at his face for the first time after that event on the wall. His handsome features strained and drained. She thought his eyes were lifeless then yet now...he looked half dead. She prided herself in being the only one able to read him yet she failed this time. He...loved her? God. This infuriating emotionally constipated man was telling her he loved her missed her. Stupid Levi. Stupid Hanji. They were here. They were alive and together. The world was cruel but so beautiful. They were soldiers who had devoted their hearts to a cause greater than them. But at this moment, she felt like nothing else mattered but this man before her. She was so glad he was alive. So glad he was here with her. She held his face in her hands stroking his cheeks. He looked stunned for a moment before his features relaxed. As though he had heard the rumbling in her head. She let go of his face and took his hand while moving out of the office to her room. She gave him a hesitant look as they reached her door thinking what if theyre not on the same page. What if shes taking it too fast. What if shes misreading the situation. He answered by opening the door and dragging her inside with him. Sitting on the bed he reluctantly took her hand in his 'Hanji..I..' She stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. 'Dont'

She brought his face closer to hers. She could feel her heart beating against her chest and his warm breath on her face. 'Oh God what am I even doing' she thought to herself. As she was fumbling with her actions, Levi smiled and reached towards the back of Hanji's head, pulling her close. "Let me start this time," he said, lips brushing over hers delicately. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to Hanji's, appreciating their fullness. He began giving her small smooches, noticing that both his and Hanji's breathing had increased. Hanji had wrapped her arms around Levi, pulling him closer to guide his mouth deeper into the kisses. It was like a hidden door had been unlocked inside Levi. He became suddenly overwhelmed with the amount of suppressed affection he held for her. So this is how to tell her without words, he thought. "Hanji," Levi whispered, barely audible. He ran his tongue softly along her lips, relishing her taste. Hanji moaned, causing a tingle to run down his spine. "Levi," protested Hanji but he captured her lips with his once more. "Hanji," he whispered as he kissed her deeper and continued to embellish her with kiss after kiss, only allowing her to breathe as he whispered her name over and over. "Hanji...Hanji...Hanji."

With much will power, she pushed him away realizing the situation was bound to get out of control if she didnt. 'Levi wait' He looked up at her with dizzy eyes waiting for her to continue, " Levi....I’m not sure where this life will take us. I dont know how long we'll live. But if we survive...promise me...when we're finally done with our duties in the Survey Corps...You'll...consider living with me in the woods somewhere" Levi smiled and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "I don't know..." He pulled away to gaze into her imploring stare. "I don't do promises.." Her face fell at his words. 'But I can make an exception in this case. Promise me you'll survive. Promise me that and I'll agree to the forrest deal" Hange beamed at him before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Only if you're with me till the very end"

"Damn it Four Eyes..." he chided mockingly as he reached up for her chin to give her another adoring kiss. For the first time after the battle in Shiganshina, they both didnt feel lonely that night.

anon!!!!!!! wtf this is so good!!!! i was at the edge of my seat and gripping my heart frantically!!! what a rollercoaster of emotions!!! thank you for blessing my eyes with this💕

[todourouki]

Ahh hi hi, just wanted to pop by to say your writing style is so beautiful, like, it’s super eloquent and well constructed and your talent really shows through it!! If it’s okay, I’d love to hear your take on a domestic morning with Hawks, since I’d think you’d write him just so good! Whenever you feel up to it of course (I was worried I’d forget to send this ah), and however you feel like writing it heheh ahhhh thank-

LMFAOOOOOOOO ANON IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE TWO WEEKS TO GET TO YOU DONT DESERVE THIS BUT HERE U GO I PROMISE THIS WONT HAPPEN AGAIN LIKE I FEEL SO BAD ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ILY <3

Title: Sleeping With Hawks

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Word Count: 595

Warnings: none, i do mention something suggestive though like once! And some Explicit Language

Morning with Keigo were always the same, you always managed to be awakened by his feathers and put to sleep by his arms.

Sleeping with him was something you eventually grew to have a weird love/hate relationship with. You loved cuddling with your boyfriend, anyone would, right?

No. That’s the weird thing about it, you literally hated it. At least, this morning you did. Especially with the fact that a feather was currently silking its smooth way into your mouth and nearly making you sneeze as a result of it.

You couldn’t do anything but groan, slapping the feather away and continue to attempt to drift back into your slumber. Almost as if punishing you for all the things you’ve done in life, the feather you thought you pushed away found it’s way again, yet this time to your forehead and you nearly wanted to cry.

“Kei’,” you whined, eyes scrunched closed as you kicked your boyfriends foot resting next to yours on the bed, “control your fucking feathers.”

The words slurred off your tongue, the chuckle of your boyfriend making you furrow your eyebrows and quickly widen your eyes. There stood the man, the myth, the legend, and the piece of crap, Keigo Takami in all his glory.

A tired smile covered his golden face, hair messy yet somehow perfectly framing his face as his eyes bored into yours. “Good morning, my sweet significant other.”

The cooing tone of his voice almost made you want yell at him for intruding your sleep, but the raspiness in his tone brought your anger to nothing but adoration and love.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” You mumbled mostly to yourself and inducing a laugh from the man next to you. Your stomach began to flutter, the familiar feeling of warmth filling your body the minute he gripped you closer to him and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, yawning and placing his head back into the softness of his pillow. You joined him, hands resting underneath your head as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“My answer would have been amazing if I wasn’t being harassed in my sleep.” You pierced, your tired voice being music to Keigo’s arms as he kept his smile and bit his lip to hide the yawn threatening to slip off his lips once again.

Even if he wanted to hide it from you, you knew he was tired. Keigo was always working, always flying, and always moving all over the place. There was nothing you appreciated more than the fact that he had an unofficial-official day off today, the idea of sleeping in bringing a small haze to your cheeks.

“So we get to spend all day together, right?” He questioned, tone growing lower and deeper as he wrapped a muscular arm against your body and pulled you even closer than before.

You wanted to blush, your body being too tired to produce any type of emotion as you simply nodded and nuzzled your head into his bare chest. The low hum against his chest signified that he was content with your answer.

The softness and coldness of the room brought you back into the desire to fall into a deep slumber, and with Keigo’s low hums vibrating his chest against your cheek, you couldn’t help but allow your eyelids to drop and for sleep to overcome your senses.

Morning with Keigo were always the same, you always managed to be awakened by his feathers and put to sleep by his arms.

[commanderserwin]

just like him.

⤅ pairings: erwin smith x reader

⤅ genre: lil angst? and fluff!

⤅ count: 4.3k

⤅ request: Okay i kno now!! Can I request for an Erwin x Reader fic wherein Erwin didn't know he have a son (a carbon copy of him!!) with reader 'coz she hide it since she wants Erwin to focus on his dream and humanity. But one day Erwin knew about his son and confronted reader about it! Hahahahha its still about erwin tho well im called erwin simp anon for a reasoooooon!!!😂😂 Also i imagine levi be like "I didnt kno your pull out game is that weak" 😂😂😂 fuhck

⤅ a/n: for my erwin simp,,, yesh,,, here you go !!! i hope u like it!!!!!! mwa mwa mwa!! ♡♡♡

If you were being honest with yourself, mornings before were something of a rarity to you. Mornings were the evenings— the hours when you will be walking home, quiet footsteps through the creaking floorboards in the apartment building, the hurried fishing for the keys as you craved for your bed. Two years after, mornings were filled with tears and frustration as you listened to the baby cry from the other room, while you cried yourself because all you want is sleep. Still, you flung yourself off of the bed, lighting a candle instinctively as you padded towards the crib where the baby immediately stopped crying at the sight of you. 

Caz would coo at the feeling of your knuckles rubbing him on the cheeks while he nibbled on his fingers, his saliva getting everywhere on his pajamas but it didn’t matter to you. His blue eyes would calm you down, the tears of frustration gone as he babbled, his arms reaching out for you. He only wanted to be held, and you did so. You heaved him up, settling on the chair against the wall as you leaned on it. Caz held on to your shirt, immediately closing his eyes as he went to sleep holding you. 

Now, mornings were made for you chasing around that rascal as he ran for his life around the little apartment. 

Caz run his energy around, refusing to put on a shirt despite the great morning ahead. It was going to town day. He’s getting bigger, his clothes are getting smaller, his mittens are getting ragged, and his appetite is getting bigger as the days goes on. His heaving pants would be heard around the apartment as he finally settled on the small pile of toys. 

You knelt down in front of him, unfolding his tiny shirt before him, as he watched with a toothy smile. Caz avoided your attempts of holding him, but he still clutched on your shirt just like before. And with that, you have successfully clothed your son. 

“Fruits, new shirt, new scissors,” you listed as you inspected Caz’s long bangs as it covered his eyes. “Town day.”

“... day,” he repeated, snaking out of your hold as he played. 

“Town day, Caz,” you rubbed on his cheeks as he minded his own business playing with the same toys you have gotten him over the two years. He babbled as he played, completely tuning you out while you brushed your trousers clean as you stood up. “We’ll go to town, let me just clean up. I’ll get you a new toy.”

Caz squeal loudly at the mentioned of toy, making you tear up as you felt sorry for having him leave him to the same toys ever since. “Maybe two.”

When he didn’t answer, you bent down again to kiss his forehead. “I’ll be back.” 

The way to your room, or whenever you would be alone with yourself, you didn’t miss to think about him. 

Two years before, it was a simple night-out as you treated yourself over a drink or two at the secluded bar deep into town. You weren’t expecting people because as much as you would like to scream about a promotion, all you want to do is rejoice quietly as your hard work finally got you a raise. 

You weren’t expecting somebody to sit beside you, their voice low as they asked for a glass. You weren’t expecting to catch their attention as he introduced himself to you, his blue eyes capturing the way the waves in your heart crashed into yours, making your mouth run dry just at the sight of him. You weren’t expecting for him to talk to you all night, ideas bouncing all over, until he eventually made sure you got home safe as he walked you home. 

But what could a little tea as a way to say thanks would end up? 

It was the bodies tangled together, your legs wrapped around his waist as he hoisted you up against the door, his tongue entering yours, and like a hazy memory— it was the chests rising together, as he snuggled into the crook of your neck as he laid on top of you, riding out both of yours highs in a bliss while he whispered his name for the first time. 

“Erwin,” he whispered against your skin, kissing the spot just below your ear, “Smith.”

After that, you expected for him to know his way out— but he stayed. He danced his calloused fingers over your skin, memorizing every part of you as he whispered about his days and days before that. He would peck your lips, while he listened to you mumble about yours. His eyes captured yours so intently that you felt you would drown immediately. The night felt so surreal that it feels like you’ve known him since forever as he anchored you to sleep, to only wake up with a half-written letter of his name and where he was. 

The Survey Corps. 

As brave as he was to be soldier, the complete opposite is you being the absolute coward. 

“Erwin,” you whispered against the mirror as you buttoned up your blouse, glancing at his letter while you had it tucked on the edge of the mirror. 

Caz’s hard footsteps as he walked up the stairs snapped you out of your memories as the toddler helped himself stand up with the help of the door, as his blue eyes anchored you to reality. The same eyes and hair— of what haunted your past. Erwin Smith. 

“My darling,” you sighed as you heaved him up against your hip, as he clutched on your shirt, making your way outside of the apartment. “Town day? Right, Caz?”

Erwin would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t looking for you. 

He has been. 

Always at the same bar— but always leaving empty handed with no trace of you. At one point, he fought with himself if he should retrace his steps that would lead him to your apartment. When he couldn’t get over you, still, he found the front of your apartment building yet he left empty-handed because you don’t live them anymore. Among the number of people who are traveling, he couldn’t oversee everybody else. 

Then his work has gotten demanding, more in need of him. Papers upon papers, ink bottles upon bottles, burnt out candles on his desk, made you just a sliver on his memory. Still, he has never craved so much for somebody else’s touch other than yours. He has never ached to hear somebody else’s voice but yours. 

Erwin could still remember the night like it was yesterday. He was so unaware of the feeling that pools in his stomach, as his heart beat faster while you spoke softly against the night, turning your head every once in a while as the moonlight shone through your thin carpets, painting over you. 

Despite being part of his memory, you eventually got pushed to the end, locking the memory of you as he focused on his work. 

Erwin walked aimlessly around town, making stops at the stalls where he thinks of what to buy. He isn’t looking for much, he just found himself wanting to go for a walk as he was too cooped in his office, his mind aching for a change of scenery. He watched the people walk, the children chasing each other as their screams filled the plaza with never ending glee. 

“Oh,” Erwin huffed as he felt somebody bump into his... leg. He felt their small hands clutch on to his leg as he watched the toddler help himself up. The little boy looked up, his eyes matching his own eyes, as he felt eerie about the situation. “What’s your name?”

The little boy only craned his neck up, moving backwards a little to see more of the tall man. Erwin did the child courtesy as he bent down, offering the boy a hand to shake. The boy only shook his finger, his whole hand clasped on Erwin’s as they locked eyes again. Erwin smiled at the strength of the kid’s grip on his finger as he asked, “Are you lost?”

“Caz.”

“Caz?”

“Me.”

“Your name is Caz,” Erwin said, brushing the kid’s pants as he stood up, holding the the little kid’s hand. “Where is your mother?”

They both stood there, looking at the people walking by, waiting for somebody to take the little kid. Erwin couldn’t help but glance down every so often to see the eerie similarities between the two of them. He knows that he isn’t the only man with blonde hair and blue eyes, but something about this child made the whole thing so familiar. Erwin looked down again, surprised that the kid was looking up— smiling, as he moved closer to Erwin’s leg. It felt too familiar, and he didn’t want to think of that one possibility because it will make him lose his mind. 

A child? His child? Or was it just a child who looks so much like him? 

It was a simple mistake. One look away from Caz and he’s off to run around the plaza, his laughter fading out while you focused on fishing out the wallet from your purse to see if you brought it with you. Your bag was filled with Caz’s toys because you know when it’s town day he wants to walk around with one toy, and one of his small towels because it’ll get hotter as the day goes by and you don’t want him sweaty, and one or two little pieces of bread just in case he gets hungry because he didn’t eat— and it makes you cry because you only looked away for one damned second and he is gone. 

“Caz?” You shouted, hurriedly walking towards the plaza where children were running around. “Caz!” 

You quickly assessed the children as you walked, but none of them were Caz. He’s blonde for fuck’s sake, and he’s wearing a dark blue sweater and he’s probably scared because he doesn’t like strangers and he could be crying— but, oh. 

“Oh! Caz!” You ran towards him, knowing from the back of his head that it was him because he stands a different way and your feet immediately rushes to him because you know it was him, and you’re correct. 

“I’m so sorry! I only looked away, and he was gone, and I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You turned Caz around by the shoulders as he only smiled in response, letting go of the person’s hand as he clutched on your shirt, snuggling to the crook of your neck, while you brushed his hair. You glanced up to the man in a hurry, shame eating you, feeling worst. “Thank you! I… I only looked for one second, I… thank you.” 

Erwin couldn’t feel the ground underneath him as he glanced at the woman clutching the kid before him. It’s… 

“It’s you.”

You stopped brushing Caz’s back, finally hearing the person speak. How could you forget about that voice? You glanced up, sighing deeply as you looked at the man. Him. How could you forget about him?

“Erwin,” you whispered, standing up to heave Caz up to your hip. Erwin stared at the boy in your arms, then at yours. You watched his mouth open and close, while you nodded. 

Erwin moved a little closer, offering his hand against towards Caz with wonder if he… “Is he my son?” 

“His name is Caz,” you breathed shakily, nodding as you bounced him in your arms. You watched how Caz clutched Erwin’s hand, smiling once more. “He’s two years old… I… We…” 

“That night,” Erwin whispered, letting go of Caz’s hand as he stared at you. He doesn’t understand— he does understand, but why was it kept a secret. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared,” you licked your lips, stepping backwards as you placed Caz back on his feet. You couldn’t meet Erwin’s blue eyes or else you’ll break down because this wasn’t how you wanted him to know. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to know. But you were thankful that it did happen— you were just unsure of how he’ll react. “I’m sorry.” 

“You could have told me,” Erwin ruffled Caz’s hair, smiling down at the boy. His smile went away when he looked at you. “I left you where I was and my name.”

“I know,” you whispered, clearing your throat. “I was scared.” 

Erwin understood. He was also scared. He is scared. He came to walk down the plaza with nothing but to just walk— and not to come back as a father. He realized why it was so familiar with Caz and how the kid stuck close to him because he might’ve understood too. 

Erwin nodded, fiddling with his hands. He has finally found you. And perhaps, he wasn’t meaning to see you like this, it was better than not seeing you ever. He looked at you, really looked at you, feeling his own mind click and heart thump faster. You must’ve been scared, taking care of him. You must’ve been tired— and he realized that by the bags under your eyes despite your smile as you cooed at his son. His. 

“Is it too late?” Erwin asked, patting Caz’s back to make him look at him. He watched you raise a brow, protectively turning around as you listened. “I want to be there.” 

“It will be nice for him to grow up with a father,” you said quietly. 

“Okay,” Erwin nodded, offering a hand to you. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he felt enormous pride in himself when you shook his hand. And it was like he’s back two years ago. 

How could he ever forget about you. 

He looked for you everywhere and you’re finally right before his eyes, plus one. 

Erwin smiled, loosening his shirt by the collar as he pointed towards town. There must be a reason why you were here, so he assumed you have to do something. 

“Should I join— may I join you two?” He asked, placing his hands inside his pockets as you nodded. 

“Town day-,”

“Town day!” Caz repeated, squealing as he jumped on his feet. 

“Town day,” you said, brushing Caz’s hair. “We were going to get some fruits, a new shirt for him, scissors to get his hair cut, and a toy. Some mittens too.” 

Erwin followed your steps beside him, watching you heave Caz up multiple times as you stopped by a few stalls to get what you needed. He stopped behind you, playing with Caz from behind as he reached for him multiple times— but you held on to him tightly. Caz smiled and babbled, while Erwin wiped his saliva away to not let it drop to your neck and shirt. 

“I’m just going to buy apples,” you turned around, catching Erwin in an act as he smiled widely. He cleared his throat, straightening himself as he wiped his hands on his shirt. He blushed slightly, while you only chuckled softly in return, “I’ll be back.” 

“Can I hold him?” 

You turned around, looking back at Caz and Erwin, while you thought to yourself. Should you? Should you give him to Erwin? He only moved closer, hands reaching for Caz while he squirmed out of your touch, immediately reaching for his father. 

“Hold on to his legs,” you instructed, brows furrowing as you held Erwin’s hand to position it over Caz. 

“I know how to hold a child,” Erwin cooed, bouncing Caz on his arms. Everything felt so natural to him, as he looked at his own son’s eyes— feeling the whole world into them. “I got it.” 

When Erwin watched you hesitate to go, he pushed you gently, suppressing his smile, “Go. We’ll be here.” 

Erwin followed you at that point, everywhere— carrying Caz in his arms as you stopped stalls by stalls, buying whatever Caz needs. 

“Get two shirts,” Erwin added as he watched you get one for Caz. He pushed one white sweater in your hands as you only stared at him. He knew you were going to protest as he scrambled to get his wallet but he quickly paid the merchant. “Buy one for you too.” 

“Are you telling me I have an ugly shirt?” You joked quietly, reaching for the merchant’s bag as he handed your toddler’s new clothes. 

“No! No! I...” Erwin scrambled to get his words right but you only squeezed his arm to get to calm down. Caz was peacefully sleeping on his chest, embarrassed that your baby’s sleeping too peacefully, now that there was a big wet spot on Erwin’s shirt. He looked at where you were looking, your cheeks tingeing in embarrassment, “It’s okay, he’s sleeping.”

���I was joking,” you smiled, pulling him towards the next stall— Caz’s favorite stall. The toys section. You turned around, walking towards the both of them, going on your toes to reach up to Caz. He snuggled closer to Erwin, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. “My darling, let’s go buy your toy.” 

Immediately, Caz squirmed out of Erwin’s arms as he kicked his legs making Erwin grunt as he placed his son back to the ground, watching him ran gleefully to the stall while you followed quickly. Erwin caught up, going behind you as you bent down to help Caz pick. Erwin felt like he wanted to buy every single toy as Caz graced his toothy smile towards everything he has laid his eyes on. 

“What does he want?” Erwin asked quietly beside you, pulling your hair behind your back as you whipped your head towards him.

“He likes everything,” you smiled at him, shrugging at Erwin while he chuckled. 

“That’ll be a problem.” 

Both of you watched Caz pick toys out, finally buying him with more than you wanted as Erwin paid for the extra two you promised to buy Caz. Erwin clutched Caz in his arms as he carried a bag on the other, as you lead him towards the new apartment that was just close by. Erwin couldn’t believe that you lived here when he has been walking by the building numerous times trying to look for you. He shook it off, finally realizing that you’re here now. 

“It’s up here,” you motioned upstairs, finding for the key as you walked up the stairs. Erwin bounced the sleeping Caz on his arms again, following you up the stairs. “You got it?”

“Yes,” Erwin whispered, stopping behind you as you pushed the door to welcome him to the apartment. He saw the pile of toys in the middle, few books together while you placed the bags on top of the table while you arranged them. “Where should I put him?”

“Caz is still sleeping?” You whispered, taking off of your shoes as you closed the door behind him. Erwin placed the bag on the floor, bending down to show you his sleeping son. “I’ll have him.” 

“Can I?” Erwin asked quietly, as he stared down at you. He watched you finally relax with the thought of him carrying Caz as you nodded. He listened to you point where and what blanket he needs to sleep— even the toy Caz wants to sleep with. The smallest things you know about your son and he wants to know every single detail. 

Once he got Caz on his bed, swaddling him with his blanket and placing the toy around his arm, he quietly exited. He stood in the middle, unsure of what to do next— but he wants to do more. He watched you flit towards things you needed to fix, the cushion and the sheets, and the new things from town. 

You didn’t realize he was helping you when you felt him pass by you, a hand on your back as he helped. You tucked your hair behind your ear, “It’s okay. You don’t need to help...”

“Let me,” Erwin insisted, quickly catching on the things you were doing. 

Both of you moved quietly, stopping when the floors would creak, and both of your chuckles echo in the living room as he stepped on that same spot. The kettle whistled in the kitchen, and you hurriedly stepped towards it with Erwin following softly. 

You leaned on the countertops, breathing deeply now that you have him alone. You turned your head to him when you felt his hands on your shoulders, massaging gently making you close your eyes. You clutched on his hands, turning your whole body around as you stared at him. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again, sighing, as you clasped your hands together. “I should’ve looked for you.” 

“I looked for you,” Erwin mused, pulling away as he sat on the dining chair, watching you grab two mugs from the cabinet. “I passed by this building so many times, not knowing that you lived here.” 

“You must’ve not look well,” you snickered, pouring out the tea before him. You pulled on the chair before him, sharing a cup of tea with him. 

Just like before. 

Erwin smiled as you leaned on to the chair, your hand tapping gently on to the table. He reached for your hand, pulling on your finger as he looked for your attention. He wants this, he wants sitting down on the table, feeling a different kind of exhaustion from chasing his son around, he wants sipping his tea, hushed conversations to not wake the small human next door. 

“Caz found me.” 

You couldn’t help it. 

You remembered Erwin as someone who is serious, just like two years ago— and yes it was just one night, but you didn’t expect him to say that. Even Erwin looked embarrassed and you only curled your fingers with his, tugging on his hand as he hooked his on yours. He tried to squint his eyes at you, hiding his smile and the laughter erupting from his chest but you were the one to boom. 

Your laughter colored the room, hand muffling your lips as your chest shook while Erwin grinned, nibbling on his lip as he watched you become a laughing mess before him— blushing as how corny it must’ve sound like, and from the corner of his eyes, he watched Caz clutched the blanket and his toy as he rubbed his eyes wondering what the commotion was all about. 

Caz walked beside you, holding your hand and his toy as the base intimidated him. He knew that he was supposed to be serious, so he placed his big boy scowl as he watched the big soldiers walk pass him, waving their hands at him— but he didn’t break. He did, and he hid in embarrassment from the attention. 

You were looking for Erwin. It was your first time in the base once Erwin found you months ago, and you finally found the courage to look for him. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you have been walking around for five minutes, unsure of where his office might be. 

“Oh! Excuse me,” you tapped their shoulder, their whole body turning to see who owned the unfamiliar voice. “Do you happen to know where Erwin’s office is?”

“Erwin?” The small man in front of you, glanced down at the child who was smiling at him. The black haired man found it himself to smile back as small as it is, as you watch his eyes flutter towards your son and yours. His grey eyes blinked, surprise coloring his face for a hot second. 

“Yes, Erwin Smith?” You explained, holding Caz’s hand in comfort because you were scared. “I... We got lost, so...”

“Just down the hallway. His door’s the third on the right.” He explained, crossing his arms as he watched the boy cooed on your leg. 

“Great, thank you,” you nodded, smiling nervously as you followed his instructions. You turned to the hallway, and immediately regretting it. You turned around, stunned that the man is still staring at you, “I forgot to ask your name!” 

“Levi,” he said loudly, making sure it reaches you. 

Levi pursed his lips, the cogs in his head working as he put two and two together. He looked more at the smaller human next to you, amazed at how much he looks just like Erwin. 

“Thank you, Levi!” You called out, tugging on Caz’s hand softly as you walked towards the hallway. 

Once you two reached his door, you bent down to Caz, fixing his shirt while he tapped on the wooden door. 

“You have to be quiet, okay,” you whispered, kissing your son’s cheeks as he squirmed away, hurriedly reaching for the doorknob. “It’s a surprise for your father.”

It was far from quiet as you knocked on Erwin’s door, and hearing his response. 

It was far from it. 

Caz squealed right away, screeching for his father as Erwin pushed his chair away, quickly bending down to meet his Caz’s reaching arms, blowing raspberries into his chubby cheeks as he clutched on to his shirt. He heaved him up to his hip, kissing his nose as Caz found glee in touching his father’s cheeks— stretching them while Erwin turned to you. 

You laughed at the scene, walking up to them, squeezing Erwin’s arm as you reached for him. Your lips found his, despite how funny he looked, courtesy by his own son. Still, Erwin kissed you back, placing an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. 

Erwin wants this. His heart swelled at the thought of you, relishing how good the last few months were with you. He wants this, and he’s thankful that you let him.

It was his turn to laugh. He opened his eyes, pecking your lips as he muffled his laughter with your lips. He couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth, as you kissed him back and your son in his arms while Erwin tugged you any closer.

“Found you.”

[muwur]

do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL  you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave)  for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧  “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice  

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧  “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧  “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧  “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧  “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧  “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧  “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧  “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧  “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk  youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧  “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

[pinkykitten]

INHALER

Marvel 

Peter Parker x asthmatic! female reader

Warning: asthmatic symptoms 

Specifics: fluff, romance, comedy, one-shot, race neutral reader, asthmatic reader

People: peter parker / spider-man, mj, ned, mother

Words: 1,198

Request: By anon Hi!! 💕 Could I please request a Peter Parker x Reader who has Asthma? Something where they’re in the cafeteria and Pete sees the reader take her inhaler and he is like “!? What !?” So now he makes it a mental note to make sure she’s okay and one day when they’re hanging out he sees a Spider-Man sticker on her inhaler and he’s all ☺️💘? Thank you for your time and consideration!

Authors Note: i loved this so much! its so fluffly its fluffier than cotton candy yall!!!! i put what i personally have to go thru in this story because i have asthma so im sorry if its not what u were looking for it was kinda more personal. tysm again for ur request i love writing for peter cuz hes someone for some reason i dont write about alot but i adore him 

It just became. It was never a starting point that you remember. It was not recent either. You had asthma since you were little. Your mother would make sure you had your inhaler with you at all times. Sometimes, when the asthma got worse you would have to take a puff everyday but recently you were feeling better. Your breathing was almost normal and barely had you felt a shortness of breath. 

Peter wanted to know everything about you. Everything. And you assumed telling him about your asthma was not of great importance. Its not like you had a killing disease. It was only asthma. 

You were sitting in the cafeteria with Peter and his friends, Ned, MJ, when you felt the harsh feeling of breathing again. It was as if your lungs were getting constricted, like you couldn’t breathe; almost the feeling of drowning. 

Their conversations were muffled as you quickly got your inhaler out of your pocket, shook it and breathed it in twice. Your heart settled and you felt at ease knowing this would help you. 

You didn’t know a certain doe brown eyed boy was peeking at you. “Are you okay y/n?”

You didn’t realize he saw the whole thing and you were one who never enjoyed the attention or wanted sympathy. “I’m fine Pete, thanks.” You smiled. 

Peter gently guided his hands to yours and took a hold of them. He wore a look of concern and worry. “No I saw you take a puff out of...” Peter knew what it was but he had forgotten the name. It was on the tip of his tongue. “That.” He points to your inhaler.

“My inhaler?”

“What? Thats kinda cool if you think about it.” Peter squinted his eyes as he shrugged. 

“It’s amazing to have to keep something close to you cause if not then you might die by having an asthma attack,” you said sarcastically, closing your lunchbox. 

Peter messed up with his wording. “I’m sorry y/n. What I mean is you don’t need to hide it from me. I think it makes you stronger knowing you feel pain and not at ease sometimes yet you always have a smile on your face. And that you worry so much about others instead of yourself. It’s cool.”

“Yeah you’re super cool y/n,” Ned chuckled, proceeding to eat his food. 

MJ pointed her finger at you, “I and the rest of the dweebs here are gonna make sure you always have it with you and if you don’t I will personally run all the way back and get it for you then slap you so you will never forget it again.” All was silent as she opened up her book to continue reading. 

“You’re all drama queens!” 

You understood they loved you and wanted you safe and protected but it got a bit out of hand. You forgot your inhaler once and MJ did indeed slap your face. You were afraid this time because once again, you forgot your inhaler. 

“Why don’t I learn?” You thought as you scrambled over to Peter in an empty science class. “Peter I need your help.”

“Whats wrong y/n? Is it your asthma again? Do you have your inhaler?” He was very much anxious. His arms wrapping around you almost as if to keep you safe. All he wanted, he needed in his life was you, safe, in his arms, with him. 

Twiddling your thumbs you scratched the back of your head, “well. The good news is no I’m not having issues right now with my asthma. The bad news is I forgot my inhaler.”

“Oh, don’t tell MJ this. She will not like it one bit.”

“I know Pete! Thats why I need your help. Can you please get it for me?” You fluttered your eye lashes to entice him. 

Peter smirked, crossing his arms, “depends. I need a little something before I get you your inhaler.”

“What is it?” You genuinely asked. Not getting the hint it was supposed to be romantic. 

“Silly, you gotta give me a kiss.”

“Oh okay, like this one,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and landed your lips upon his chapped ones. You and Peter were still young so the kiss was a little sloppy but you two were inexperienced. You gave little pecks to his lips. His eyes were closed and so were yours. You always enjoyed kissing your boyfriend. You two parted, giggling. 

“That was a surprise. I always love when you kiss me.”

“Me too,” you felt flustered and a bit bashful. 

“Alright I’ll get your inhaler baby girl,” Peter kissed your forehead and ran ahead super fast. 

“He’s always so fast?” You shook your head. How dare this boy leave you feeling like this? All putty because of the nickname. It was a sin.

Peter swung around New York as Spider-Man to get to your house. It was quicker that way. He still hasn’t told you about his secret. (i know ur secret ur dirty little secret srry i just recently watched it 2 if u seen it u’ll understand) He was afraid to. What would you think? How would you react? It all made him nervous. 

He lifted your window up and crawled on your ceiling. He flung his mask off to get a better look at your room. It was cute and very much fit your personality. Peter sniffed the air, grinning widely. The room smelled of your beautiful scent that Peter could not get enough of. “Alright y/n,” clapping his hands together, getting to work, “lets see where you put this thing.”

Peter looked on your dresser, on your nightstand, in your bed, in your drawers and still nothing. Finally as he twisted his body he saw it on your desk in a mason jar. There was a sticky note on the mason jar that read “INHALER’S HOME.” Peter laughed out loud. He was totally going to bring that up to you. It made him love you more if that was even possible. He saw you as someone so cute and adorable. But something caught his eyes. 

Dipping his hand in the mason jar to retrieve the inhaler he spotted a Spider-Man sticker on it. His heart pumped loudly, hard. He had butterflies, fireworks all of it in his stomach. You were so precious! You meant so much to him and it made him almost fangirl to know that you loved not only him as Peter but you also were a fan of Spider-Man. Now he had to tell you. 

He cradled the inhaler in his arms and just stared at the sticker. Completely in love with you. “My y/n,” he whispered as he gave a kiss to your inhaler. He swung back to school to give what you had lost. He promised himself from now on he would always make sure you had it with you no matter what. No matter if he was fighting bad guys, Thanos it all wouldn’t matter to him, not just yet because you had to come first. In Peter’s life you would always come first and he will always make sure you are safe and protected. 

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[dylinski]

Costume Party

Warnings: None, Fluff.

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 1622

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: Anon asked -  camping with dyl/one of his characters. costume party encounter - he’s the yin to your yang, the jimmy jr to your tina belcher, the left shark to your... u get where im going. exploring salem or a haunted place. a psychic reading. snuggles and s’mores. Also, was kind of inspired by @daisyxbuckley for what costumes to pick. ;)

You were nervous as you entered the house, overflowing with people. You always loved Halloween, being able to dress up, everyone pretending to be something else. It was the one night a year when no one cared who or what you were, everyone came together to celebrate the spooky season. The house party was hosted by none other than Lydia Martin. She had multiple parties a year, but this was always the biggest. You sifted through the crown, trying to find your friends when a warm hand on your shoulder startled you. You yelped as you jumped into the air. Turning around, you saw a sweet, mole-speckled face with sun-kissed eyes staring back. Looking him up and down, your mouth fell agape at his costume.

“Nice costume.” He smiled as he spoke, making you blush. “Robin Buckley.” You were in fact, Robin from your new favorite obsession, Stranger Things. You had the were wearing her Scoops Ahoy uniform, hat, and badge. 

“You too.” You chuckled as you hit your red cheeks from him. He was wearing Steve’s uniform. “So where’s your Robin?” You asked hesitantly, scared she was lurking somewhere nearby.

“Don’t have one. You wanna be my Robin?” Your eyes grew wide at his question as you impulsively nodded. “Let’s dance.” He shouted over the music as he took you by the wrist, pulling you through the sea of people to where everyone was dancing. It was an upbeat song, but you were shy so you danced in small motions. The boy let it all loose. He was throwing out moves like the sprinkler, running man, and other old school dances. He motioned for you to move closer, and you did, making your movements a little wider and less timid. After you watched him, his confidence rubbed off on you. You found your body moving and swaying to the beat of the music, hands roaming the air around you. You felt the beat of the music in your soul and were lost in the movements of your body.

You were brought back as your Steve came in close, your bodies almost touching. You were dancing facing each other, mirroring your motions and moving insync. The music flowed from one body to the other, making everything and everyone else around you float away. It was just the two of you on the dancefloor, and that was all that mattered. The mood changed as a slow song resounded through the speakers, the open sea of bodies around you, pairing off, creating gaps in the crowd. You stopped and looked at the honey-eyed stranger, waiting to see what he would do. He shrugged and walked up to you, offering you his hand. He pulled you in, bumping you into his chest and you giggled at the motion. He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his waist and rested your head on his chest. You swayed to the music until the song was over.

Dancing music started up again and he looked down to you and winked. He nodded his head in a direction off the dancefloor and you nodded back in agreement. It was too loud to try and speak over the speakers. He pulled you to another room where Lydia was sitting at a table giving out psychic readings. She was the two of you and waved you both over. “Hey Stiles! Who is this?” You realized you didn’t know his name before that moment and had never thought to ask. Before you could answer the red-head, Stiles cut you off.

“She’s my Robin.” My. You could get used to the sound of that. You sat down across the table from her as she motioned for him to hold out his hand. She analyzed his palm, tracing her fingers over lines and skin.

“You’re cunning and wise, but find yourself in easily avoidable situations. You’re smart, but don’t always use your brain.” Lydia’s eyes darted to you for such a brief moment that you would have missed it were you not already watching her. “You’re going to find someone who completes you, the piece that’s missing. Like a puzzle, or yin to your yang or…” She trailed off, trying to think of another comparison. Before you could hold your tongue, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking.

“Robin to your Steve.” Shock covered both yours and Stiles’ face, but Lydia held a look of approval and nodded.

“Yeah, that too.” She smiled at you and then put her hand out, telling you it was your turn.

:That’s not fair Lydia. You know me so I think I deserve a real reading.” Stiles shot with a pouty face. Lydia hardened her look and fixed her gaze on the unsatisfied boy. Her eyes told him to shut up. You ignored it, figuring you wouldn;t understand anyways. She turned back to your hand, repeating the same motions as before. When her finger reached the center of her palm, she froze and looked straight into your eyes, her own glossed over. Stiles stiffened his body, a look of what you recognized as fear in his eyes. “Lydia?” He mumbled.

“There’s something different about you.” She was still looking at you, speaking to you, ignoring her frantic friend. “You’re...I can’t see it. I can’t see you. Something is...protecting you.” Just like that Lydia closed her eyes and shook her head. She relaxed, as if the last couple minutes never happened. Stiles shot her a glaring look.

“What?” She asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. He was just as confused as you were at her words. He looked to you and relaxed as you shrugged them off. You both thanked Lydia and got up so she could read the people waiting behind you. You followed Stiles to one of the quieter rooms in the house. He stopped abruptly and you almost crashed into him. He spun around and grabbed your hands, holding them in his own.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his dark and full of concern.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” You furrowed your brow at his question, confused as to why he would ask you that. He seemed to relax to your words and he gave you a crooked smile as his eyes softened, returning to their beautiful whisky shade.

“You wanna get out of here?” He offered as he threw a thumb over his shoulder. You nodded and his mirk turned into a smile. He kissed the top of your head, leaving you in shock. Before you could speak he spun around and tugged you at the wrist behind him. He brought you outside to an old banged up blue Jeep. He opened the passenger door and helped you up inside. Then he flew around the front and pulled himself into the driver side. “So where do you wanna go?” He asked with a smile. You scrunched up your face, trying to think of a place to go.

“How about somewhere spooky?” You asked. He laughed, you being oblivious to the joke, as he turned on the ignition and started driving.

“I know just the place.” The smile on his face was almost devilish.

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No more than twenty minutes later, the car pulled up to an old house in the woods that looked like it had caught fire. “Is that the…?” You trailed off as Stiles completed the question.

“Hale house? Yup.” His smile was mischievous and filled you with excitement. He hopped out of the Jeep and ran around to open your door before you had the chance. He helped you down and didn’t let go of your hand as he led you to the porch. The door was unlocked and creaked as he pushed it open. “The fire was about 12 years ago. Almost the whole family died.” Stiles seemed less adventurous and more sorrowful at his words. As if he had known the people who died. His mood didn't take long to lighten though. You explored the house together as shadows and moonlight danced on the walls and floors through the windows and broken frame. Whenever you got scared or frightened, you would pull Stiles into you, clinging to his torso. He seemed unscathed by the creaks and ghosts of the old house, so he would chuckle under his breath or smile at you, causing you to relax. You spent a good couple hours exploring and talking, but found yourself outside again.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed under your breath.

“It doesn’t have to.” Stiles held you in his arms as he looked at your face. His eyes lit up as he spoke, “I have an idea! There’s a really good spot nearby for campfires. I even think I have some stuff to make s'mores in the back of the Jeep!” He moved hastily as he urged you back into the Jeep and you drove further into the woods. He pulled up to a spot that had been used a campfire many times already. He grabbed the s'mores supplies and a blanket from the back and rushed out to help you from the vehicle. He found some wood nearby and started the fire with some matches. He sat next to you and wrapped the blanket around you both, cuddle close to you as you roasted marshmallows to the crackling fire under the stars.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.” You giggled, not realizing you never told him.

“Y/N.” He smiled and repeated your name back to himself. It made you smile, loving the way it sounded leaving his lips. He kissed your forehead as he pulled you further into his chest as you whispered, “Happy Halloween.”

[just-my-fandom]

Tearing Apart (Spencer Reid x Reader)

We finally hit the big 2-0-0! Recent anon I WILL get to your story soon, enjoy

Imagine; Going missing after a rows of killings occur in the city. Spencer and Garcia are the only ones that know you, and are struggling to comprehend with finding you until the rest of the team find out why; You're Garcias best friend and the mystery wife the team has teased Spencer about for over two years.

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"Guys,"

Garcia stands at the door of the office, face conjured in twisted worry, "We have a case,"

Her eyes look at Spencer, the man taking no notice as he stands and makes way into the office with the large table,

Garcia presses a button on her remote, and a woman comes up on screen that has Spencer inhaling a deep breath, Matt and Luke sharing glances,

"Y/N Reid. Twenty seven year old female who went missing in town just this morning. She never showed up to work and a friend found her phone in her car, her car with a shattered windshield in the driveway of her home. We think (Unsub/Name) has something to do with it,"

Garcias voice was low, and JJ raises a hand, stopping the blonde,

"Repeat her name, Garcia,"

Despite the situation, Garcia finds her lips tugging upwards, "Y/N Reid,"

Luke laughs out, biting his tongue, "So shes the mystery wife?"

"This isnt a moment to be smiling and cheering just because you found out who my wife is, Luke," Spencer sits up in his seat, "I dont mean to sound rude but I called Y/N this morning and she never answered, I should have gone and checked up on her,"

"Spence," Garcia soothes, "She's okay, I'm sure. Shes a strong girl, and we're going to find her,"

"How?" Spencer twists his ring on his finger, eyes glossing over but hiding it from Matt and Luke, "How can we find her when she doesnt have her phone on her? We can pinpoint her location,"

"We know (U/N) is the kidnapper. He was last seen just an hour ago in (Hotel/Name), he might be holding her there," Garcia reassures, and Matt stands up, the team glancing at him,

"Lets go get her then,"

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"Everything will be okay,"

You grunt as nub fingers grab at your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to stare at one brown eye, the other grey, indicating the man was half blind,

"I'll protect you from anymore harm (Random/Girl/Name)," He soothes, your eyebrows furrowing,

"My name isnt (R/G/N)," You choke out, (U/N) tisking and dragging you forward, the ropes at your wrists slightly jerking you back,

"I wont let harm come for you anymore. I'll keep you safe, you can stay here with me. He wont get to you anymore," His voice cracks, and you realize that he thinks you are an old lover of his, making you scrunch up your face,

"Let me go," You demand, (U/N) leaning away and narrowing his eye's,

"Is that how you treat your soon to be husband?"

Eyes wide, you pull harshly at the restraints at your arms, effortlessly kicking your legs but they are pinned to the legs of the chair,

"Im fucking married," You hiss through your teeth, and (U/N) draws his arm up, hand finding your face harshly,

"Listen here little girl," His hand grabs at your jaw, nails digging into your skin,

"FBI!" The door is thrown open, and two figures step in; Spencer and Matt, "(U/N), step away from the victim,"

(U/N) looks over slowly, just before moving behind you, arm at your chest and found blade pressing to your upper neck, "Make me,"

Jaw locking, Spencer sharply aims his gun, eyes hooded over, "Release her or I shoot,"

The unsub is quick to dart his eyes down to you, and just as his arm moves to swipe at your neck, a large gunshot is sounded through the apartment, and you are left with the blade dropped in your lap, the unsub collapsed at the floor behind you,

Your breaths are quick, eyes pinched shut, your body flinching when hands come to your head, but you open your eyes to meet the orbs of Spencer Reid,

His hands slide under your hair, forehead meeting yours as he closes his eyes and breathes out, then slides away to release your hands and ankles,

You lean forward, arms wrapping at his shoulders, where Spencer moves his own around your back, lips at your temple,

He leads you to stand up, and Matt smiles, introducing himself with a shake of your hand,

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"Oh my goodness thank god you're here and alive and okay!!"

You laugh at Garcia's thankful cry, running towards you and arms throwing themselves around you,

"Im Okay," You squeeze the blonde girl tightly, and Spencer smiles, Garcia leaning back, palm of her hand holding your chin,

"He did this to you?"

You press your lips together, nodding, "But I'm okay 'Cia, promise. Spencer got there in time,"

Garcia stares at your face, before releasing you and sighing, "Well, alright. As long as you are okay. Now, I suggest you two get home; I have a surprise for you in the driveway,"

"You didn't," You breathe out a laugh, Garcia grinning, "Please tell me you didn't,"

"Its a brand new (Favorite/Car)! Curtousy of muah, I know, I'm the bestest best friend ever," Garcia presses her hand to her mouth, smacking it like blowing a kiss,

"You are, thank you Garcia," Embracing once more, you lean away and before you take off to go back to the safe boundaries of your home, you are introduced to JJ and Luke

(Theres a lot of time skips and Im sorry about that you guys)___________________________________

"Garcia really outdid herself, huh?"

You trail your fingers across the hood of the new (favorite/Color) (favorite/Car), smiling widely,

"Just wants her best friend happy," Spencer answers, watching with wonder as you circle the car,

"Im happy enough to just be alive. You and Matt, you saved me, Spence," You say softly, and look up to meet his eye's,

"I wouldve done it for anyone," He replies, and you walk up to him, where he slowly slides his hands to your hips,

"Spencer," You inhale, "I know right now isnt the time, but," You move your fingers to run through his long hair, "I think I'm ready to have kids,"

Spencer finds his eyes boring into yours, a smile on his lips,

Dragging you closer, his mouth locks to yours, eyes shutting, "I would love that," He murmurs, "and I'm sure Garcia would love to be a godmother,"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!!!"

You turn around sharply, staring at Garcia jumping out of the car with JJ,

"No no no," You laugh out, "Not yet,"

"Oh I am SO spoiling your kid. Auntie Garcia is gonna be the best yet!!!"

[fathertaurus]

Im on my Ilya bullshit again. I saw an anon mention this once and I needed to write it (I can���t remember who it was but THANK U for the prompt). Anyway, enjoy, laid ease!!

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You watch the clock impatiently as the numbers tick from 5:59 to 6:00. Sighing, you roll onto your back and close your eyes, attempting to nap to pass the time until their plane lands. Not even 5 minutes later, the door handle turns and you sit up straight and watch the door. David walks in carrying a black suitcase and a backpack.

“I brought company!” He shouts.

Dima walks in behind him, followed by Alex.

“Hey where’s-“ you begin to ask when he walks through the door.

“Hi!” He says, playing with the strap of his backpack nervously.

“Hi.” You reply, feeling the blush creep up onto your cheeks.

You and Ilya have been sleeping together for around a year. Every time he comes to LA you find a way to sneak away together and spend as much time as you can in each other’s presence until he has to leave for Chicago again. It’s a painful reality at the end of every visit, but it’s worth the time you get together.

You spend the day getting caught up on each others’ lives and the tension between you grew with every minute. You knew tonight would relieve that tension but you were impatient and knew Ilya felt the same way. That night, the group decided to go out. You wore a black bralette top paired with a black skirt and black boots, something you knew would drive Ilya mad. When you walked out into the living room you received some whistles from Heath and Zane.

When you arrived at the club Trisha immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bar.

“Girl, you need to get laid.” She shouts over the music.

You shake your head and giggle. “I kind of already am.” You say carefully, hoping she won’t pry but knowing she will.

“What!? You didn’t tell me! Who is it?” She gasps.

“I can’t tell you. I don’t want it to be a thing. Its not really sustainable.” You reply

“Fine! Let’s drink!”

After dancing with Trisha and Zane for a while you make your way back to the bar to take a seat. Your boots were killing your feet and you desperately needed a break from standing. You could see Ilya making his way through the crowd to sit on the stool next to you.

“You’re done dancing?” He asks.

“Yeah I think my feet have had enough for one night.”

He chuckles and purses his lips as if he is deep in thought.

“If you can’t walk anymore, I can Uber back to David’s with you. I know how you hate going alone.” He says in a friendly voice, but you can hear the hidden truth behind his friendliness.

“Hey guys we’re going to another bar.” David yells.

“My feet are killing me, I think I’ll just Uber home. I don’t want to go alone so Ilya is gonna come with me.” You tell David, feigning a painful and tired voice as not to sound too eager.

“Aw. Alright. We’ll be home around 4 so leave the door unlocked.” He replies, joining the rest of the group at the exit of the club.

“I called the Uber. It’ll be here in five minutes.” Ilya says.

He squeezes your thigh with his hand and pulls your stool closer to him.

“I can’t wait to get you home. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.” He whispers in your ear.

His breathe feels cool against your hot skin and a chill runs down your spine, causing you to shiver. The effect he has on your body is unbelievable.

“Uber’s here!” He exclaims giddily.

He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the club. He then opens the door for you and slaps your butt when you climb inside the car.

“Hey! Someone could’ve seen that!”

“I don’t care.” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you across the seat closer to him. His lips make contact with the side of your face and he kisses you over and over again leading to your neck. Trying to ignore Ilya, you tell the driver David’s address.

After the painfully long ride to David’s, you thank the driver and follow Ilya out of the car and up the driveway. As soon as you shut and lock the door, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you hard. You push back with equal desperation and weave your fingers through his hair. Your heart races in your chest as you think about how much you’ve wanted this moment since David told you Ilya was visiting again. You need to feel him as close to you as possible to satisfy the months of waiting and fantasizing about what today would be like. Lips, tongues, and teeth clash in a heated blur. He pulls one of your legs up and wraps it around his waist.

“Jump.”

He’s holding you by your thighs as he carries you to the first bedroom he sees, which is coincidentally David’s room.

His lips return to your neck as he pushes you against the door once again.

“Ilya we can’t-not in here.” You practically moan.

“I don’t care.” He says, chuckling slightly.

He turns you around and pushes gently on your back to bend you over. You comply with his hands and feel his fingers in the waistband of your skirt as he pulls both your skirt and panties down at the same time. You step out of them and kick them away. He runs a hand over your ass as he uses the other to undo his belt and jeans. He takes his dick out of his pants and rubs it against you, your pussy already wet.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I walked in the door earlier.”

You push against him in response and he pushes himself into you. One hand remains on your ass, squeezing roughly as the other grabs your hair.

“Holy shit, sweetheart you feel so good.”

He begins a steady pace, making sure you get used to the tight stretch of your pussy around his cock.

He pulls your hair so that you’re looking up at him and begins passionately kissing you while he thrusts slowly.

“I missed your cock inside me.” You moan as he increases his speed.

He groans and continues kissing your face and neck. He pulls out and turns you around, lifting you off the ground and securing your knees over his hips. He slides into you with ease and pulls you against him as he thrusts up into you.

With your hands in his hair, you bury your head in his neck and begin sucking bruises that will surely be visible tomorrow, but you don’t care. You begin to grind your hips against him, making him groan and throw his head back in pleasure.

“Ilya you’re gonna make me cum.” You whimper against his neck.

“Cum on this dick, baby. Look at me.”

You look into his warm brown eyes and feel yourself getting closer. He holds you by your waist with one arm so he can rub your clit with his now free hand. The sensation is almost too much as you lean back against the wall, still making eye contact with him as your pussy squeezes around him. You involuntarily twitch as you come down from your orgasm.

Ilya rubs your back and kisses your forehead as you relax and calm down. He then places you back onto your feet. He kneels in front of you and kisses up your thighs, then gently pushes your legs apart with his hands. His kisses get closer and closer to your pussy, dripping wet for him.

“God, I missed this.” He whispers to himself in between kissing your thighs.

He finally reaches the place you were desperate for him to be and begins using his tongue to tease you.

Your hands find themselves in his hair again and this time you’re pulling him closer. He begins eating you out slowly, as if he wanted to savor the taste. Your legs begin to shake and you find it hard to hold yourself up as the pleasure builds from his tongue moving against you.

“Ilya, please.” You groan, resting your head back against the wall.

“Come on, baby, you can cum.” He whispers.

You moan loudly and your orgasm washes over your body once again. You arch your back against the wall and tug Ilya’s hair as you cum on his tongue. He stands up and holds you against his chest.

“You look so pretty when you cum.” He says before kissing your neck.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bed, laying you down on top of the comforter. He lays next to you and you straddle his hips with shaky legs.

“David’s gonna be pissed.” You giggle

“He won’t find out, don’t worry about it.”

You lower yourself down onto his dick and begin to ride him slowly, circling your hips and pushing down against him.

“That’s right. Good girl.”

His hands squeeze your hips as he intently watches you move in circles up and down his cock.

“Does that feel good? You like when I ride you baby?”

“Fuck yes. Your pussy feels so good.” He growls.

You feel him twitch inside you and he begins meeting your movements.

“Cum inside me, baby.” You moan.

He grunts loudly and curses under his breathe as juts his hips, holding you in place against him. His cum fills your pussy, leaking out and creating a small pool on his stomach. You lay flat against him with your head resting on his chest. His hands play with your hair and run up and down your back comfortingly.

“I never want you to leave.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I know, sweet girl.” He mumbles and kisses the top of your head.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly.

“We should get out of David’s bed before they get home.” You say.

Ilya gets up and walks around to your side of the bed, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the guest room where your overnight bag was placed. You pull on a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt and join him on the living room couch to watch Netflix. You feel yourself drift off but are woken up not much later from obnoxious laughter and shouting coming from David’s room. David runs into the living room holding something behind his back.

“So…you and Ilya came back here because your feet hurt?” He smirks, a devilish smile on his lips.

“Yeah…why?” You reply, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

“It’s just that…I found these in my room and my bed is a mess.” He says, presenting my panties and Ilya’s boxers in front of you.

“Oh. We just changed in there, that’s all.” You stutter.

“You guys totally fucked. And in my bed.” David exclaims, throwing the underwear in your lap.

“We fucked against your wall too.” Ilya says, walking into the living room.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” David jokingly scolds.

You shake your head and place your head in your hands. Ilya takes a seat next to you on the arm of the couch, resting an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re actually sleeping together?” David asks.

“Yeah, you’re about a year too late though.” Ilya says.

“A year?”

“We’re sneaky.” You chuckle, resting your hand on Ilya’s knee.

🦆

[lavishedinjimin]

Jungkook: Exposed (m)

Requested by anon: Jjk

#27 - “Don’t be such a brat”

#29 - “Are you really not gonna listen?” 

Warnings: dirty talk, slight degradation?, sweaty and post-workout jungkook, some kind of ass worship 

From: Kookie 🐰

– babygirl can you bring me my tumbler bottle? It’s inside the fridge, I kinda forgot to bring it. I’m at 15. Thanks & I miss u

You sighed, slumping your body down on the bed as you threw your phone besides you. You couldn’t help yourself but blush as you covered your face with both of your hands.

Jungkook was up at the fifteenth floor of this building where a huge gym was located. Both of you were living in a pretty huge apartment which in good results, had everything. Today was Sunday which means another day for him to work out.

You grabbed your phone and replied,

– alright I’m coming.

You stood up from the couch and did what was told. You walked towards the fridge and grabbed his yellow tumbler and you slipped on your slides, walking out of the room into the elevators.

Once you were inside and you pressed 15, you looked at yourself at the reflection on the walls. You were only wearing a loose fitting band t-shirt and short shorts with your slides on, topping it all off with a messy ponytail and making you look like you’ve just got out of bed. You immediately took your phone out of your pocket and texted him.

– Are there many people inside?

– Actually, there are probably ten people around. Less people than any other Sundays tbh. Why?

– Good. Cause I didn’t dress up appropriately.

– 😏 doesn’t matter

You sighed once again as you tilted your head backward.

– Shut up. I’m on the 13th floor

– I asked 15, babe.

– stfu or else I’m going straight back.

And he didn’t reply after that. You smirked then chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. Once the door opened tot he 15th floor, you immediately got out of the elevator and started to walk down the hallways into the gym. The gym was huge, and there were four large rooms in total which was separated by thin walls, dividing each section by their equipment and use. You searched for your light red-headed boy, going through each of the rooms.

“Sweet?” You gently called out, still trying to find him. Was he hiding? You already searched all four rooms and his familiar face didn’t show up.

You sighed and brought out your phone and decided to text him where he was.

– im here already. Where tf are you?

“That boy, I swear to god.” You whispered to yourself.

In the meantime, you decided to check out the equipment in the room that you’re in. This room was full of weights, barbells, dumbbells, bench presses, and everything that convinced you that Jungkook would be right in this room. His tumbler was already condensing from the hot atmosphere in this gym. Still, he hasn’t texted back yet and you already believed that he was playing with you.

“Jungkook, stop it please. I swear to god I’m going back, and I’ll leave your stupid yellow tumbler here and—“

Before you knew it, even before you could finish your sentence, you felt a pair of strong (but sweaty) arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you from the back. You squealed in surprised, stiffing your body up. Your mouth dropped a little from shock, how did I not hear him?

“Babe.” He whispered from behind, a little giggle can be heard from his tone while he kissed the back of your head. You tried to pull yourself out from his tight grip but that only made him hug you tighter. “Jungkook ew you’re sweating!”

“Hmm, is that a problem? I remember you don’t have any problems with that when we’re in bed.” You groaned in frustration, walking forwards to try to make him release you, but instead, he walked with you from behind. You both ended up in front of a giant mirror, seeing both of your reflections.

He was, indeed, sweaty. His hair was slightly wet and some of it stuck onto his forehead. He was wearing a grey muscle tee, revealing his toned and undeniably sweaty arms and chest around you. He has a towel wrapped around his neck which you thought did nothing to him. He noticed that you were staring at him, making him lightly chuckle to himself and you felt his chest rising up and down slightly from the action. He was breathing heavily while he made eye contact with you on the mirror, pressing his tongue inside the corner of his mouth, which you always thought that was so hot.

"A-anyways I bought your water bottle." You stuttered, Jungkook finally releasing you and you turned around to face him. You gave him his bottle and he smiled at you sweetly, making you melt.

"Thank you baby." He opened the lid and turned his head back, gulping down large amounts of water. You saw how little beads of sweat were dripping down his arms along with his neck as his adam's apple bobbed up and down. Smiling to yourself, you took the almost damp towel from his neck and began to wipe his sweat carefully.

You wiped his arms and forehead while Jungkook noticed your actions. He held eye contact with you, smirked then winked at you as he drank up his bottle. You felt your cheeks began to form a shade of red.

He finished drinking, leaving about a quarter left on the bottle. You noticed how he wiggled his eyebrows at you cheekily, rolling your eyes in return. "Whatever." You mumbled as you threw the towel at his face.

"You liked it." He chuckled, wiping the rest of his face.

"I didn't." You lied - and apparently, he saw through that, making him bite his lip while staring down at you. What the fuck is happening. 

“You look cute.” He smirked, seeing how his eyes checked you out top to bottom. It was such a mistake to wear such little amount of clothes. 

In a quick movement, he immediately pulled your body closer to him with his hand pressing behind your back. Your faces were mere inches away. You felt his shirt which was damped with sweat against your own, his breathing slightly rugged. “The first time I saw you walk into this gym I immediately felt so teased by you. And you didn’t even do anything.” 

Your face immediately felt red, shyly looking down. How he said it was so rough and deep, and he was breathed like he just ran a marathon. “Seeing you only with such a thin, loose shirt and shorts made me lose my mind.” You felt his right hand come down from your back, running it down to the bottom of your spine then resting it just above your ass. “Jungkook, I-” 

His free hand came up to your chin to make you look back up at him, liking the reaction he has on you, making him smirk. Before you knew it, his hand that was behind you crawled down lower until he came in touch with your butt, playfully squeezing it. 

You gasped in shock, eyes widening. “Jungkook!” You squealed. 

“These shorts are going to be the death of me, Y/N.” 

You didn't know what was going through you, but when the words flew out from your mouth you couldn't take it back. You immediately regret it.

"Then you shouldn't have bought me these, Jungkook."

You saw how his eyes changed into a much darker shade than before, his grip tightening around you. He chuckled while shaking his head in disbelief, sticking his tongue out while he ran it between his teeth.

You've never felt more intimidated.

"Don't act so innocent, babygirl. We both know the exact reason why I bought you these little shorts."

In a split second, you felt his right hand wrapping around your entire neck, applying just a little bit of pressure. You tried your hardest holding back a moan because if you did, you knew that Jungkook would lose all control. 

You bit your lip, looking directly into his eyes. You saw how his muscles flexed and he’s breathing more heavily. He stepped forwards, sitting on a bench press while he made you lay on his lap, your legs in between his thighs. 

“Don’t be such a fucking brat, Y/N.

Your eyes widened at his statement, making you hitch your breath just a little. He smirked at your reaction, pulling you closer to him. “You know what you’re doing to me. You’re acting all fucking innocent and pretty like you have nothing to do with all of this.” he breathlessly said. He removed his hand that was around your neck, but instead, he grabbed your own hand and guided it to his chest, he dragged your hand downwards slowly, feeling the dip in between his chest. He guided it further down until it reached his crotch, noted how hard it already became. 

You whimpered quietly, but it was enough for him to hear. 

“Bend over my lap.” He ordered, his low and raspy voice sending chills down your spine. 

That sentenced shocked you, he had never done anything like that to you, especially in a public place. “I-I dunno, Kook...people might see us--” 

He cut your sentence off with a sarcastic laugh, “So now you’re afraid of people seeing how dirty we’re gonna be, huh? I thought while you were walking around with your little shorts on you didn’t care?” He bit his lip, grabbing your ass with both of his hands. “Now, bend over.” 

A part of you wanted to obey, but a larger part wanted to test him more. So you didn’t follow his command but instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and you started to slightly grind on his hardened cock, rocking your hips. 

Your action made him lose his control and he threw his head back, exposing his neck while he released a groan. “Shit.” 

This encouraged you and you grind on him harder and faster. But instead of receiving a moan from his, you felt him roughly grabbing your hips and pushing you off of his lap, making you bend over him by himself. 

“Are you really not gonna listen?”

He had you bend over his lap, your backside truly exposed to him, shorts hiking up just a little to expose your bare ass. You heard him growled as he saw how the bottom of your ass was uncovered. You immediately felt him slapped you right ass hard, while he soon gripped it tightly right after. “You’re such a naughty little slut, princess. How’s about I’ll show every person in this gym how fucking dirty you are when you’re with me, huh?”