#THE WAY I WAS SQUEALING WHEN THIS HAPPENED UGH

[joosiiims]

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

[nochepsicodelica]

Suggestive

"Tojiii," you squeal when he picks you up, before using his back to shut the car door. You lean forward and take a long whiff of the cologne he spritzed on the collar of his shirt. "Mmm... you smell so good. You trying to seduce me?"

He chuckles at the way you go back and sniff around his neck, like a dog. "Is it working?"

You inhale deeply once more, sighing exaggeratedly before responding. "Uh-huh. Want you to fuck me. Ugh, Toji, baby, i'm ready for you," you say, getting a head start by kissing his neck.

"Nah, pretty girl. Can't do that to you, tonight." He pins you to the door to keep you balanced as he fishes for the keys in his pocket.

"What?" You say, pausing the movement of your lips, your mood quickly deflated.

"What?" Toji repeats, looking at you as he turns the key in the lock. He lifts you off the door before opening it, keeping his eyes on yours.

"Am I not fuckable? You really don't wanna do me?"

"What are you even talking about, ma?" He shuts the door, locking it before carrying you to the bathroom to help you out like he usually does after a night out with plenty of drinks at your disposal.

"You..." your eyes start watering, enormous tears quickly forming and gliding down your cheeks. "You said you don't want me."

"That's not how I meant it, baby. Don't cry."

"What. Ever. I don't care anymore. Just... just put me down," you say, pushing at his chest.

"We gotta get you ready for bed," he says, setting you down on the edge of the sink. He grabs the pack of makeup wipes from the drawer you told him you keep them in and pulls a wipe out. "Close your eyes."

You do as he says, but only because you're stuck there until he moves out of the way. "I'm..." you sigh, heavily. "I'm s-sleeping on the couch, tonight."

"Mm... and why's that?" He asks, while focusing on wiping off the mascara from your eyelashes, and the trail that made its way down your cheeks. He's not concerned for what you said, because he knows for certain that that won't be the case at all.

"'Cause you don't love me. You've made it clear that you don't want to touch me. If we sleep in the same bed, my leg might graze yours." You laugh. "Who knows what'll happen if that happens. I'm surprised you even wanna be this close to me, now."

Toji sighs, throwing out the spent makeup wipe. He rests his hands on the counter, on each side of you, before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips. "Just got even closer, mama. What are you gonna do?" He laughs at your widened eyes, and when your expression contorts to one of sadness again, he can't help but maintain the amused grin on his face at how quickly your mood shifted.

"Be sad," you respond, softly. "You don't wanna make love to me? How can you kiss me and not want more?"

The sound of your voice breaking softened him up a little more. That and the insufferable look of hurt in your eyes. "Hey, look at me," he says, cupping your jaw to manually bring your gaze back to his. "It's not like that, at all. Don't cry over this, sweetheart." He runs his thumbs beneath your eyes, brushing away your returning tears. "You know I love you and I want you all the time, but I'm not gonna touch you like that when you're drunk." Your pretty eyes are killing him with how sad they look. Your cheeks are reddened and warm from the mix of the alcohol in your system and your emotions, and your lips are trembling. "Baby, you can't even walk straight. I'm not gonna take advantage of you. Stuff like that is only done by shitty people. You understand?"

"No," you choke out through a sob, breaking open the dam of your emotions.

"Of course you don't," Toji says, a soft smile taking over his features as he picks you up again and carries you to the room. He sets you down on the bed, propping you up against the pillows so you don't fall over. He can hear your sniffling subside as he rummages through your drawers, searching for something to change you into.

"You wanna wear shorts or just one of your really big shirts?" He asks, spotting your favorite oversized t-shirt. You don't answer, keeping your attention on your hands, letting him talk to himself like he's a crazy person. He calls for you, again, nothing more than a "ma", just incase you don't answer again. As he expected, more silence.

"Oh, so you're just not gonna talk to me, anymore?" He asks, turning to look at you, catching the way you shake your head slightly, still not looking at him. He grumbles to himself about your little attitude, before turning back to the dresser. He closes your drawers and opens one of his, fishing out one of the black shirts he always wears, before making his way back to you.

"Arms up," he instructs, grabbing onto the hem of your blouse. You sluggishly roll your eyes and lift your arms, allowing him to pull it off. He unfolds his shirt and scrunches it up so that he can facilitate the process of getting it on you. "Alright, put your arms in," he says, when you just sit there, unmoving. Again, your attitude shows as you follow his instructions, but the second your arms go in the holes and the material of the normally short sleeves extends to your forearms, you gasp.

"Your shirt?" You ask, enthusiastically. "It's your shirt?!" You ask, again, with the most lovestruck look on your face.

Toji snickers. "Yeah, baby. That's my shirt." Your eyes are filled with so much light, it's ridiculous how little it took to get this reaction out of you. You're literally giggling to yourself over a shirt, and he can't see it as anything short of adorable. "Alright, alright. Let's finish up so we can go to sleep."

You're a lot more willing to listen to him, now that your mood is boosted. You unbutton your shorts and lift your hips to slide them off, handing the article to Toji so he can put it in the dirty clothes hamper.

"Gonna go get some stuff from the kitchen. Be right back," he says, glancing at you before leaving the room. Not even two minutes later when he returned, you were already fast asleep, quiet breaths flowing past your lips. You laid on your back, your arms folded above your head. Toji shut the bedroom door before walking over to your nightstand to set a couple of ibuprofen tablets down beside a glass of water. He swiped his thumb over the corner of your lips, collecting the small patch of drool that glistened on your skin and wiping it off on his sweats. He went back to turn off the light, and quickly made his way to his side of the bed.

He turned you onto your side, earning a few irritated whines from you due to the disturbance. "I know, I know," he murmurs, pulling his shirt down to cover your exposed hip. He stayed up a little longer, to keep you from shifting onto your back when you stirred. His hand stayed firm on your waist, preventing you from moving much at all, and occasionally he got to laugh through his nose at your nonsensical sleep ridden mumblings.

[edenesth]

[9:15 PM]

"Oh my god, that guy is totally your type!" a girl squealed, nudging her friend to look at the gorgeous man across the street.

Her friend giggled, shushing her, "You're right, but stop being so obvious! He's gonna think we're weird!"

"I doubt it. If anything, I think he's already got his eyes on you," she replied, nodding towards him. And she was right—he was looking in her friend's direction, a charming smile on his face as he bit his lip shyly. "Will you go talk to him?"

"I-I mean, I don't know..."

Oh god, I don't need this right now.

You rolled your eyes, eavesdropping on the conversation in front of you. Typical young girls. The light had turned green, and they were still busy debating whether to approach the tall, handsome guy across the street. "Excuse me. Last I checked, your father doesn't own the road. If you're not planning to move, please step aside. Some of us have places to be," you grumbled, pushing past them.

One of them scoffed, annoyed. "Ugh, whatever! Keep that attitude, and no man will ever want you, lady!"

You snorted, nodding sarcastically. "Yes, thank you. I definitely need advice from delusional little girls like you."

"Wha—delusional?! Who do you think you're calling delusional…" Her words trailed off as she watched you walk straight into the welcoming arms of the dreamy guy they had been ogling moments ago. The realisation hit, and embarrassment washed over them. That man had been looking at you all along, not at either of them.

Your boyfriend chuckled, holding you close and kissing your head. "Oh my love, you're so cute when you're annoyed. Did you really have to call them out like that, hm? They would've realised I was yours by the time you got here anyway."

You huffed. "I'd like to see you be so graceful if you heard two guys talking about me the way they just did about you."

He grinned, squeezing you tighter. "Oh baby, you know damn well that I can handle it."

Pulling away slightly, you glared up at him, irritated because he was right and you knew it. This annoyingly perfect man. "I do, and I hate that you're right." He laughed, leaning in to capture your lips in a loving kiss. "Oh come on, you know you love it."

"I do love it... love you, Yuyu."

He softened. "I love you too, baby."

Biting your lip, you cupped his face. "Tell me, my wonderful amazing boyfriend... are those two still watching?"

"Oh my god," he rolled his eyes. "Were you just trying to show off and make them jealous? They left as soon as they realised what was happening."

You groaned, pushing him away and starting your walk back to your shared home. "Ugh, you're telling me we did all that and no one even enjoyed the show?"

He gasped. "A show?! Come here, you—"

Little did you know, that was a lie. The girls were still watching enviously as he chased after you, your shrieks echoing across the quiet streets on a Wednesday night as he tickled your face with endless kisses as playful punishment.

Damn, I guess we were quite delusional...

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[hamiltonaf]

Veiled Emotions | Lando Norris

(Part 1) | Part 2

Pairing: Lando Norris x BFF!Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m back from my hiatus ! Had this one in my drafts for so long and finally got out of writers block to finish it. Let me know your thoughts if you’d like a part 2 ? Enjoy ! X

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname

“Oh my days” I said aloud. “No fricking way” I slapped a hand over my mouth in shock as I stared at my Instagram notifications. “Bestie what happened ?” (Y/F/N) asked as she rushed over to my side. “You are not going to believe who just followed me” I said as I looked at her. “Tell me already !” (Y/F/N) yelled. “The footballer, João Félix !” I squealed. “Shut up ! Give me that” she grabbed my phone from my hand to take a closer look. “What the- wait a second..isn’t he-“ “Yepp” I nodded as I pressed my lips together. “This is major !” She shouted.

“But how crazy that he followed me the same time these rumours started with Lando ?” I said as I snatched my phone back. “This sounds like sweet revenge to me” (Y/F/N) said as she rubbed her hands together. “I wouldn’t say revenge, I mean they’re just rumours” I shrugged. “Babe sometimes you’re blind and I feel bad for you” she said as she rubbed my back. “What do you mean I’m blind ?” I furrowed my brows.

“Don’t you see how that dumb ass doesn’t care about you when she’s around ? He doesn’t call you or text you, but if you tried calling or texting him he’s always so called ‘busy’ ! He doesn’t make time for you anymore considering you guys have known each other for 2 years now. The only time he knows you is when she’s not around which is so not on. You don’t deserve that treatment” she lectured.

“I get where you’re coming from and gosh.. I wish it was so easy to stop thinking about him, but you already know how I feel. It’s a one sided love story” I sighed. “Get over him ! I’ve been telling you this for so long, he doesn’t deserve you. If he wants to prioritise her over you, yet he knows you for god knows how long, that speaks for itself” she said. “Yeah it’s easy to say get over him, not so easy when I still get tagged on pictures and see him all over my timeline” I fussed. “Block him” she simply said. “Are you mad ? These gossip accounts and fans will notice and then people won’t stop talking about it. I can forsee what’s going to happen already, leave it to me” I reassured her. “Ugh fine, but please stop letting him have control over you” she warned. “Control over me ? Ain’t no way, I can play the same game ” I grinned to myself. I followed Joāo.

To think that my follower count is such that youoão won’t notice one extra follower, but I guessed wrong because these F1 gossip accounts don’t play. It’s only been an hour, we haven’t even DMed each other, just a follow back and F1 gossip girl had posted.

***BREAKING NEWS***

Spotted: Lando getting cozy with Magui at the trendiest spots in town. But hold your gasps, because there’s a juicy twist —João Felix and (Y/N) are now following each other. Is this just a casual follow, or a strategic move in a high-stakes game of love and rivalry ? As the drama unfolds, one thing’s for sure: the Upper East Side’s favorite social circle is about to get even more complicated. Stay tuned, darling—this is just the beginning of the scandal.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

After reading the post I felt as if I was apart of the Gossip Girl series, a childhood dream come true. Jokes aside… I showed (Y/F/N) the post and we had a good laugh for a few minutes. “At this point you NEED to date Joāo, give the fans what they want !” she said as she shook me. “Dating for drama is too much work and I don’t do fake romance” I rolled my eyes. “Girl… who said it has to be fake ? What if y’all actually fall in love oh my god !” She squealed. “Not when that idiot lives in my head rent free” I said as I grabbed the pillow from beside me and screamed into it in frustration. “Babe you need to calm down-“ and just then my Twitch notification went off. It could only go off for two people - Lando or Max.

We shared a look simultaneously, (Y/F/N) was indirectly giving me permission to open the stream. Max is in frame on the golf cart and he starts off by greeting everyone, as well as giving a brief run down of what they’re doing. I failed to remember that my username is visible until I read the comments which everyone is tagging me and saying hi or bringing up Joāo…oh dear. “I see we have our bestie watching the stream. Hey (Y/N/N) !” Max waved. I typed back ‘Heyy Max !’.

The comments were only about Joāo Felix within a few seconds. Max starts reading one of the comments, “(Y/N) wins in life with Max and Lando as her best friends and now a footballer, Joāo, is her potential boyfriend ! Unreal.” I was at a loss for words. (Y/F/N) and I looked at each other and burst out laughing at the comment, as much as I love the fans they have gone crazy. “Say what now ?” Lando said as he then came into frame and sat beside Max on the golf cart. “Shit” I muttered. “(Y/N/N) is on the stream” Max glanced at him. “Hey bestie ! Missing you” Lando said with a smile. “I hate him” I said to myself. “Me too” (Y/F/N) agreed.

‘Enjoy Portugal !’ I typed in the comments. “Bro did you know (Y/N) and Joāo are dating” Max said as he watched Lando jump off the golf cart. “You’re joking” Lando scoffed. Max cleared his throat and coughed before Lando could comment any further. “This is like watching Gossip Girl in the flesh” (Y/F/N) said. “Why does he look good” I whined. “I’ve had enough of you acting like this, please leave the stream and watch something else like TikTok or something” (Y/F/N) said as she snatched my phone to close Twitch and open TikTok instead.

I swear this day is like a fever dream. “Are you taking the piss” (Y/F/N) said as she was viewing a TikTok. “What ? Show me too” I said as I grabbed my phone from her hand. It’s a TikTok of Max’ girlfriend and Joāo’s ex. That means the rumours must be true seeing how close they are in the video.

“So much for thinking TikTok would be a good distraction” (Y/F/N) said as she closed TikTok. “This day couldn’t be more of a joke” I sighed. “You know what I’ve had enough ! Let’s get ready, we’re going out” I practically got dragged to my room. “Going where exactly ?” I asked as I sat at the edge of the bed. “Anywhere ! As long as you don’t look at your phone today” (Y/F/N) said as she rummaged through her bag for an outfit. “But I’m so not in the mood” I said as I fell back on the bed. Just then my notifications went off. A text from Lando. Strange.

(Y/F/N) paused with searching for a dress and scurried to lay beside me.

Little did Lando know was that (Y/F/N) had taken my phone away that’s why I didn’t answer his calls and bonus of it all, she lied by answering his question. “I guess fake love it is then” I furrowed my brows. “Why chase when you’re the catch, right ?” She said as she stood up to face me. “I mean I guess so” I shrugged. “You have to be confident and know that you’re worth more than chasing after this boy. He needs to chase after you” she said as she held me at my shoulders and shook me.

“Are you going to make this boy fall for you or what ?” She asked. I was hesitant to answer, “Bestie… I thought you didn’t like him” I pressed my lips together. “Only because he’s being an idiot you and I hate seeing you like this. But if it means playing cupid and bringing back my old bestie - more importantly that you’re happy then I’ll support it” she smiled softly. “Awww.. stop ! Now enough pep talk, we need to get dressed” I clapped my hands and jumped off the bed in a hurry.

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(Y/F/N) suggested to post on my story as if I’m out with João and I think I nailed it considering it got a reaction out of Lando. He reacted with ‘😍’ and added, ‘You actually went on a date with him 😂’. (Y/F/N) said nothing would tick him off more than leaving him on read and that’s what I did.

After a fun night of dinner and drinks with our other girl friends, we made it back home safely and all I just wanted to do was go to sleep. I kicked off my heels and walked over to the kitchen to fill up a vase with water for the bouquet - Lando’s name lit up across my lock screen to video call. I rolled my eyes, “Ugh to answer or not to answer ?”. “Girl answer ! I wanna hear this” (Y/F/N) said as she sat beside me, away from my camera view but enough for her to see what’s happening. “Hey you, what a surprise” I greeted. “Are you back home ?” He asked. “Yeah I actually just got back” I said as I leaned against the counter.

“At 12am ?” He furrowed his brows. “I guess you can say we lost track of time” I grinned. (Y/F/N) was trying her best not to laugh. “Where did he take you ?” He asked curiously. I then grabbed the bouquet and tried to place it nicely as a whole into the vase. “Is this why you called ? To get information ?” I raised a brow. “No ! I just miss you that’s all” he sighed. “You seem perfectly fine without me, in fact you look like you’re having a lot of fun.. I don’t see how me being there would make a difference” I shrugged.

“Okay now what’s with the sarcasm ? You’re acting as if I didn’t ask you to come with !” He argued. “Oh I’m sorry Lando, but I would hate to be the third wheel for both you and Max.” “Third wheel for me ? Why is that ?” He looked confused. “Oh my god how slow are you” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes now, tell me why !” He broke into a smile as he started to laugh. The audacity. “Are you trying to make me look like a mug ?” I sniggered. “No no, it’s just cute to see you get upset” he smiled. “Wow okay. Anyways I’m gonna go” I grew annoyed very quickly, I just want this call to end. “Wait wait. I’m sorry okay, I’ll stop talking” he pouted. Nope, not gonna work. “No..it’s getting late anyways. I’m gonna go. Night” I huffed. “But (Y/N/N)-“ “Lando I’m tired please.” “Alright sorry..good night..love ya” he sighed. “Bye” I said softly and ended the call.

“Girlll can y’all just admit y’all love each other at this point. I felt like I was watching a couple fight. Geez” (Y/F/N) shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’m annoyed because I feel like he called for some entertainment for his girlfriend. I’m sure she’s dying to know what her ex and I were up to, and also how she can get payback for whatever reason” I said as we walked back to the room. “Babe I think you’re overthinking it. From what I saw he genuinely looked lonely and just wanted to talk to you because he misses you” she said. “Erm I’m sorry but what happened to my best friend who was against him ?” I raised a brow. “I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt” she smiled proudly.

“Love how everyone is ganging up against me like I’m the villain. Love to see it ! Not.” I faked a smile. “Sleep over it and talk to him tomorrow” she suggested. “Hmm we’ll see” I said lowly.

[devil-in-hiding]

Teach me how to write like you because oh my god I’m in love! Your writing is amazing and beautiful and just so UGH but anyways

Imagine the 141 with Farmer! Reader and she takes care of them like she does her animals. Like she’s the mama and the men? Oh they’re all for it. They totally love being all babied and taken care of since they had such a rough life so far like? Seeing the Reader is their dresses waking up to make them breakfast, feed them, make sure they’re happy and safe. Like she would definitely do anything for these men like she would for her animals😩 The men would be struggling each and everyday to contain themselves FOR SURE. Soap and Gaz definitely the two that would be the most handsy. They would so be turned on by basically a mother reader. They would try to grab her and everything any chance they get. Price would be the one who would be more reserved but her would so imagine filling her up with his children (I feel like he would probably move the men to make that actually happen) Ghost? Oh that man is silent but you can definitely tell he has a lactation kink. (They probably all do but I just feel like he and Price are like the one with most likely have it the most) I don’t care what anyone says that he would so be the other person who would try to fill her up with his kids too if Price doesn’t do it first (they’re so trying to see who would knock her up first to see who could make her a mom first) sorry I just had to get that out lol definitely feel free to add onto this because I need for this to be a reality 😩

Y’all really hitting my breeding kink on the head today huh?

i would like to think Ghost never really saw himself settling down, starting a family (especially when the only holes he’s been filling are extremely male)

but once they’ve settled on the farm, and all your worry has melted away and the search for them has died down (it’s an easy out but these men are trained soldiers, i think after a year of them not showing up on the radar, they think they’re gone for good)

he allows himself to picture you round with child, waddling around the farm feeding the ducks and goats that follow you like loyal subjects, barefoot and glowing. pictures himself and Soap chasing squealing chunky babies across the yard, holding them up to pet the horses, delighted giggles ringing in his ears

he is a mad man after that, will not keep those giant paws off you, massaging your stomach whilst you sit on his lap in the evening, letting his mind wander and it’s not long before he has the image of you spread out beneath him, teary eyed as he laps up the milk trickling from your tit, groaning at the way you’d clench around his cock, soaking him in your essence

[qvrcll]

nsfw, fem reader, possession + biting

when coriolanus snow latches onto you, everything tends to burn. his fingers, his nails, his teeth, his lips - they all have a tendency for a craving when they’re near you.

and when he fucks, he fucks like its not beneath him. he fucks like a reverent and a lunatic, clutching at your sides like you’ll disappear on him like a fog and leave him behind like he has feared all along. claiming skin that he feels is his.

one night, in particular, he’s especially needy: hot all over, hands roaming the expanse of your back and pushing your body tightly against his. if he gave you time to recover from the melt of his kisses, you’d have recognised his heart for your own - thudding like something violent in his chest, able to be felt even with layers of clothing on. but he breathes you in like an tonic he has never felt before. in need of more, always.

“needy much?” you croak, feeling his rough hands catch against your throat as he grasps your cheeks. he intends to pull so you impossibly close to him, that the two of you might melt as one. how romantic.

he hisses when you bite his lip, take it between your stubborn canines and stay, “always. you - ah - know that.”

and it progresses into something bigger - his hands on your hips, nose nudging into your neck. he gets enthusiastic, gets riled up in places which are his forte - when this happens, it’s always his fingers that stretch you out first. one, two, and when you cry out loud, he’s staring at you with something ugly in his eyes.

possession. filthy, and wholly his. his eyes almost shift.

“poor, weeping little cunt is all mine, isn’t it?” he taunts you, voice against your breast as he takes your nipple to his teeth. the friction is lovely, delicious in a way, and you can’t blame the guttural moan that leaves you, or him, when you arch into his body. still, there’s no answer from you, “it’s mine. tell me, i need to hear it. that it’s mine.”

his fingers curl inside of you, the flex of them so nasty and painfully good that you never mean to squeal, but do anyways. he smiles at this. smiles at any twitch, any chance of your body betraying logic and following feeling, and he begins to slow his pace to filter that feeling as punishment.

and when you register this, you panic. your eyes are blown wide, quivering already when he hasn’t even given you a real fuck - “yours - yours! it’s yours, coryo. all - ugh - all… yours.”

his fingers flex, tighten.

“all mine? you sure?”

you can see him against your chest, eyes like that of a snake. glaring and wanting, poison in the air as he takes from you like a dog.

“yours, all yours - coryo, please!”

“shh. i know - that’s all i wanted to hear,” he smiles then, his fingers picking up an addicting pace, “i know, baby, i know… see, feels better doesn’t it?”

you nod, fervent and hot, in need of release. what impending release he has waiting for you. what utter cruelness he puts into his thrusts, his strokes. coriolanus is of much character, and still, he looms above. possesses you fully, like a thing for taking. you can barely see it now, but his eyes go dark with the lust of it.

and when he is fully sheathed inside, after much patience, he’s delirious. much more than before. you know this, he knows this, because his hips snap against yours so much more cruelly, faster and harder than anything else he’s given you in this room.

“coryo - oh god,” you cry, circling your legs against his hips, and the proximity it brings makes the two of you mewl against one another. when he thrusts again, its fire taking a lick at fire, and with filthiness forming inside of him, he takes to something more deranged. misplaced.

“you belong to me.”

you nod, hazy. not understanding to the best of your capabilities.

“you understand, don’t you? you’re smart, aren’t you? - ah,” he moans, and where he doesn’t, he bites the soft flesh of your neck until it grows tender with pain, “this,”

he picks a disgusting pace on your clit, fingers slipping,

“is all mine.”

the force of your orgasm isn’t superficial. it’s wrenched out from the deepest parts of you. when you lose consciousness, coriolanus slaps two fingers against your cheeks, chuckling when you blink back up blearily.

perhaps, so blearily that you don’t properly make out the sight of him popping two silver-stained fingers in his mouth, your spent too sweet for him to give up so easily. how delicious you taste, he marvels, the thought of it being all his more thrilling than for just one round.

(requests for snow / tbosas are open!)

© 2023 qvrcll. do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[pullthehilt]

Reader is Yuu with an implied family with siblings. Not re-read or edited.

One day you realise that there is just a bit too much food on the table. It takes eating with the others to truly notice, but it starts with Grim complaining.

"We've been eating the same thing for days now!" And you laugh because it's true. After eating it fresh the first day, you tend to pack up and store the rest equally in the fridge and freezer because, yes, it's a lot. Dishes that are soups, or meals that are cooked in the larger pots and pans. Food that is to be served with rice on the side, portions that are bigger than your face. That isn't to say that you had a lot of thaumarks on you as you're just good at making bulk purchases worth it.

Everyone laughs at Grims moping, remarking of how he should be greatful you're feeding him at all. The banter is great.

But you're picking at your packed lunch now.

Why do you cook so much? Why do you reach for the bigger pots and pans? Why are your portions always for more than one?

From the fog of your mind, you see... your kitchen. Or you think it's your kitchen. It's not the kitchen back at Ramshackle, but the one from before Ramshackle. You're bustling around the counter, chatting to a faceless figure by the table, and reaching for seasonings without even looking. You're opening cabinets and finding what you need easily and asking the figure to make some rice to accompany whatever is in that pot. There's the squeals of children and hearty laughter from the other room. And hands, there's a hand at the small of your back and you think it's a motherly touch because how else can you describe the gentle way they press you to the side of their body.

For the next few days you can't eat properly. There's weight at your gut that substitutes for food and you don't make anything more. When your friends come over to invade the living room of Ramshackle, you don't have much snacks to offer them.

Peering into the fridge only reveals the stacks of containers of food you were eating days prior. You're mulling about maybe something you can make for them when,

"Whoa, talk about excess. Grim wasn't kidding." Ace's voice is right behind you.

"Ugh, sorry guys. i don't think I have anything proper to really feed you guys--"

"Is that some sort of egg salad?" Deuce's hand slithers forward to grab at one of the containters. "You have bread?" Nodding you gesture to the other cabinet. "Then I'll snack on this-- Er, if you wouldn't mind."

Epel peers from the doorway. "You don't happen to haf' some meat in 'er do ya?" Your fingers linger, before meekly pulling out a corrisponding tupperware.

"It's a bit stiff though, Epel."

"Hah, I'll jus' throw it on tha' stove or somthing. If it's still tough, I dun' care. Sometimes just gotta eat the greasy foods." He takes the tupperware and slaps it into a pan to heat it up. The aroma of sizzling meat is quick to attract both Sebek and Jack who add to the noise of chatter amongst the others, the former mostly.

You find yourself to the side, watching as they scour through your leftovers, opening and nodding at the meals inside before choosing which to heat up. And it's loud, but not grating. They're navigating through your space with expertice, slipping past each other and peering into cabinets. Jack's making rice and Sebek is counting the plates (whilst also making sounds whenever he sees a chip in the odd one or two). Over the stove Epel and Ace are jerking their hands into the pan, nipping their fingers to the corner pieces of the meat to just 'check if it's ready to eat'. Gathering the spoons and forks, Deuce nibbles on a piece of his egg salad sandwich before disappearing in the living area where everyone is setting up.

The dinner table has been set. You don't feel entirely there, floating to a cushion on the floor as your left overs are bought over to the table plate-by-plate. Everyone sits around you, Grim settled into your lap as he nibbles on a piece of fried fish, and they're passing the dishes around.

You've eaten these things before but you've always eaten them with Grim or alone when Grim takes his naps early. Instead of one set of cutlery scraping at porcelain, there's multiple sets-- a symphony playing to their hunger as they gather more to pile onto their plates.

[bandgie]

question, what would skz do to make you squeal? what where when how, go all out~

chan!

likes hearing how happy he makes you! doesn't always have to be sexual. maybe he buys you something you've always wanted and you do a little happy squeak omfg makes his heart explode! but sexually? he likes hearing it when he drives his cock real deep in you. feeling your walls twitch and squeeze onto him when his tip is pushing past your cervix. you have to push on his tummy because he's just sooooo deeeepp but he likes hearing you squeak! he can see your swollen lips trying to form words but ugh! all you can do is mewl and squeal :(

minho!

grabs your butt outta no where to hear you chirp. sometimes it's in the comfort of your own home but most of the time it's in public. all you do is give him the 'did u just really do that here?' look and he's just smirking at back you like 'fuck yeah I did' in the bedroom I think it's pretty similar! but he's a lot more rough. his soft hand feels not-so-soft on your ass when he smacks it from behind. the force makes you lurch forward, gripping the pillow under you to muffle your squeals. and sometimes!! if he's eating you out from behind, he'll spread your cheeks to lick up your ass and watch your feet kick all cute

changbin!

anything! bin would do anything to hear you make little happy sounds. like chan, it just makes his heart melt and he's got that cute little smile when you're just so happy that you squeal but by far, eating you out while you make those cute noises are the best. there's just something about being buried between your legs with your fingers in his curls while you mewl and squeal that's just beautiful. honestly, changbin would be the one squealing the most (in and out of the bedroom) so he makes those sounds with you in your cunt tbh

hyunjin!

my lover boy! his fav is when he makes something for you or maybe he's just showing you his latest work in progress and you clap your hands and squeal cuz he's just so talented. really gives him motivation. not only are you his motivation but his muse. he loves painting your body in different ways: clothed, nude, standing, sitting, with your legs open. I've written before how hyunjin loves painting your pussy and I stand by that!! it's only natural that you squeal from embarrassment from the poses he puts you in, but he has a vision! he likes to paint the flush on your cheeks and the pinkness of your pussy, ugh defo fucks it when he's done BUT the whole process of drawing you while you whine about how shy you are is the best

han!

him making you squeal? it should be the other way around but I do think he likes hearing you make those cute little noises when he makes them too! it happens when you're both super desperate to fuck, like maybe you've been teasing each other all day or he's been on tour for a while and when you two get together it's just bunnies fucking BUTBUTBUTBUT let me say just say...sex pills. no idea the actual word for it but it's those pills/foods that get you super horny and makes you all sensitive. those are hannie's fav when ya'll are fucking. everything is wetter, hotter, softer, just so much more. han always fucks you good but with those pills? it's like you're constantly creaming on his cock with every thrust of his hips. at some point, neither of you can form proper words and you just end up whining and squealing into each other's mouths.

felix!

there's just something about fingering you while being able to watch your face contort into pleasure that does it for felix. his fingers aren't super long, but it's all about the motion of the ocean. he's really good at getting you to cum on his digits really fast and keep going. his wrist is drenched with your cum and your pussy keeps leaking that white cream, but he shows no signs of stopping. steady pumping into you in a way that makes you raise your heels off the floor and bury yourself deeper into the couch. he's kissing you, obvi. lixie can't let just his fingers get all the attention, but it is difficult to properly suck on your tongue since you keep moaning and squealing.

seungmin!

I am on my dom!seungmin agenda because I just know he likes hearing you squeak and squeal when he's fucking you real hard. kinnddd of like chan in that he buries himself in you, but unlike chan in that seungmin will keep thrusting into you. it feels like you can hardly catch your breath with how hard and deep he's pounding into you, but you like how dizzy it makes you feel. flat on your stomach while he drives his cock in and out of your swollen pussy to a point that you can't moan and you just squeal like you're out of breath. mhm, he likes that. esp when he flips you around and surprises you with cleaning his cock from your cum.... yeah

jeongin!

give this man some head! throat fucking you is the absolute best (and his favorite) way to get you to squeal! on your back with your head hanging off the bed, on your knees, 69ing, he doesn't care! innie can't really hear you squealing when you're too busy choking on his dick, but he can hear you gag, the wet noises your mouth makes, the sound of your throat when his tip touches the back. those are all good yes but it's when you pull away from his cock to catch your breath that makes him groan. hearing you pant, whimper, and moan from his cock like he's fucking your pussy instead is heaven to this man. will guide your pretty mouth back to his cock by grabbing the back of your head. tapping his tip on your red lips to watch you loll your tongue out and lick it. and when he pushes past your mouth? hearing that squeal from him burying his cock as deep as your throat will let him makes your teary eyes worth it

[lunajay33]

All in my Head🖤

Summary: You’ve been head over heels for Azriel since you were kids but never said anything, but when Elain enters our lives you spiral and everyone can see how much you’re breaking what will happen when Az finally notices

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Warnings: depression, lack of eating

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Flashback

“Come on Az I just wanna play!” I squealed excited that Rhys finally let me play with his friends

“I don’t know, why would you wanna play with me” he said glum as ever

“Because I like you now come on cas and whys are waiting for us!” I said taking his hand and running towards the others and that’s how our little group formed

Present

Ever since I met Azriel I knew I loved him he was so kind and amazing even if he didn’t show that side to others I knew him deep down but how do I tell him he’s my mate? It’ll ruin everything

“Hey sis what’s running around that head of yours now?” Rhysand asked as he sat on the couch next to me

“The usual” I sighed putting my book aside, Rhys always knew how to read my feelings, sometimes it was a curse but he was always there for me

“Just tell him you never know what’ll happen”

“I don’t know I’ll…..I’ll think about it okay”

“Okay as long as you consider it” he smiles

But then everything got in the way, Feyre entered our lives and I was so happy my brother found someone to love him the way he deserves but then her two sisters came soon after and what happened just ruined me

Azriel couldn’t take his eyes off of Elain, he spent all his time with her everything was about her and he started to pull away from me

I started spending more time with Mor and Cas they always cheered me up sometimes even the presence of amren was better than sitting with my thoughts alone

“Honey I think you need a girls day out, come on we will go shopping and make Cassian carry everything” she said making me laugh which felt strange these days

“Okay!” With that me Mor and Cassian walked the streets of velaris having a great day for once

“Oh Cassian this would look amazing on you!” I said holding up a red wine colored silk button up shirt

“You think?”

“Of course I’m getting it for you! You’ll look amazing”

“You don’t have to I can get it” he said fumbling for his money

“No you’re my best friend it’s just a little treat from me okay?”

“God you’re amazing” he smiled

“Hey y/n what do you think of this dress?” Mor asked behind us holding up a simple sapphire dress that flared at the waist and came to mid thigh

“It’s cute!”

“I think you should get it, maybe it’ll catch the eye of a certain someone!” She said winking making my face heat up

“Oh I don’t know Mor”

“Come on you have to try”

“Ugh fine but only because I know you won’t quit”

I paid for everything and we made our way back to the House of Wind hanging out in my room, Cas tried on his shirt and like I thought he looked amazing and they convinced me to try on the dress

“Well what do you think?” I asked nervously fiddling with the hem

“Angel you look stunning” cas said mouth open in awe

“Really?”

“Oh girl if only you were mine” Mor laughed as she made you twirl

“Stop you’re embarrasing me”

“You know I think this is the perfect moment for you to go tell him” with all the compliments it boosted my courage and I agreed

“I’m gonna do it!”

“Go get him girl” Mor said excited as they waited in my room, I ventured down the hall to Azriels room where he spent most of his time, but when I turned the corner what I saw felt like an arrow through my heart

“I love you Elain” he said as she pulled him into a passionate kiss

I turned quickly not wanting to hear or see anything else, I ran back to my room in tears, cas and Mor quick to question

“Hey said he loves her, they kissed”

“Oh Angel I’m so sorry” Cassian said holding me in his arms, after hours of crying I settled down and just wanted to be alone now

“Let us know if you need anything” Mor stated before they left leaving me in the darkness that was my heart

They days went by and I never left my room for anything, they’d bring me food but I never bothered knowing I couldn’t stomach it

Hearing a knock on my door before it opened Rhys quickly sitting by me on the bed

“Oh my little star, it kills me to see you like this” he said pulling me into his chest

“It hurts Rhys” I said clutching my chest

“I know sis I know”

“It feels like I’m dying, maybe I’ll be happy then”

“Hey don’t say that, you never say that”

“Maybe it’s for the better” I said pulling away and laying in bed

“What can i do” he asked rubbing my back

“Nothing can help me now Rhys just….just go be with Feyre”

“You know I love you”

“I know” he placed a kiss to the top of my head before leaving

The cycle continued until one night I had enough, I packed a small bag and left in the middle of the night, it was hard with how frail I’ve become and how numb I feel, but I walked along velaris to the mountains till all that was left of velaris was a distant light, I came to a cliff out looking the ocean, I first came here with Azriel when he needed to get away for a bit where I realized he was my mate

Seeing the sun rise I pulled out all the little gifts my family had given my that I held dear to my heart, a little star figurine from Rhys, a necklace from Cassian and a antique ring from Mor, then a diary that Azriel handmade for me I laid them all out before me missing what I use to have, remembering how things use to be

“I love you all” I stood up teetering on the edge of the cliff, about to take my last breath feeling the wind blow across my face I fell forward when I hear Rhys scream in my head

“Y/N NO” his scream making me flinch but it was too late as the ocean surface neared, I sighed in relief before arms circled around me and suddenly I was on the cliffs surface again

“Rhys no why’d you stop me, I was gonna be free” I scream turning to see it was Azriel not Rhysand

“What the hell were you thinking?” He said anger laced in his voice

“Just let me go”

“No we’re going home” he sighed packing my little bag up and winnowing us back to the house of wind, everyone was sat around anxiously, but when they saw me Rhys ran to me holding me close but I couldn’t shed anymore tears there was no more left, I’ve become a shell

“Oh my little star”

“I’m tired Rhys, I’m so tired”

“Why didn’t we just let her do it she’s so obviously done” Elain stated making the others gasp

“Get out” Azriel growled shocking everyone even myself

“But baby…”

“No you get out of this house, you never speak to my family like that, especially not her” with that elain stomped out having a long walk ahead of her

“Come on let’s get you to bed Angel” Cas said as he picked up my frail and exhausted body

“I can take her” Az said making my heart skip a beat from its frozen state

“Is that okay Angel?” I looked up at cas and nodded

Soon being in Azriels arms it just felt right he was so warm

Azriel placed me down on the bed covering me tight, pushing away stray hairs

“How did this happen, I haven’t even noticed anything” he sighed a defeated look on his face

“How could you, you haven’t talked to me in months Az” I whispered out

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I was so confused and the whole time you’ve been in front of me”

“What do you mean”

“When Rhys called for me to save you, I felt it in my chest the fear of losing you, of never being able to show you how much you mean to me, it snapped, you’re my mate”

“I know” his eyes widened littered with sadness

“What when? Why didn’t you tell me”

“I’ve known for centuries, that day we shared on the cliff, but I think I’ve always known, I wanted you to love me for me, not the bond”

“Mother above I’m so sorry, but I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you, how your eyes sparkle when you’re talking about something you love, or how you always smell like vanilla and it makes my heart beat against my chest when you walk by, I love everything about you, just please give me a chance” he was now crying which I barely ever saw

“I’ll give you a chance as but…..but I need time”

“I understand just let me help you my love” I nodded feeling my heart start to thaw for the first time in months

[squinch-depraved]

schlatt waking you up and using you however he wants (ib an irl experience kinda?? also first fic i've shared let's gooo sorry it's so short and possibly bad i wanted to get my first real post out on his birthday 😔) (shaking crying scared throwing up pls be nice to me)

you weren't sure when exactly you woke up. maybe it was when the door first creaked open and shut, quickly and quietly. maybe somewhere in the next few stagnant silent seconds in which he seemed to contemplate what he was doing, his broad frame pausing in front of the exit just long enough to think, fuck it, before his footsteps led him to the side of your bed. maybe it was when you felt his cock on your face and heard, "smile, toots," just to open your eyes to a bright flash. he was sitting on you now, pinning you down and smacking his throbbing shaft all over your face. a small whimper forces its way past your lips and he laughs.

"j, 'm so tired," you whine.

"you're the one who said i could use you whenever." he grips your chin in one hand when you try to turn away.

"didn't say you could take pictures," you retort, grabbing a pillow and hiding under it.

"needed something for when we're apart. now stop fuckin' talking, or i'm gonna ruin you even worse than i already plan to." the pillow is thrown off the bed before he's even done speaking. "and don't hide this pretty little face when i'm lookin' at it." he pauses for a moment, and then spits on your face. it's humiliating. it's pathetic. but it makes you so, so wet. and he can tell.

he throws your blanket somewhere, and you sigh because you know once he's done with you you'll have to get out of bed to go get it again. unimportant and worth it compared to what's about to happen. a grin lights up his face when he notices you aren't wearing anything but one of his sweaters.

"fuck, doll," he breathes. "were you expecting this or somethin'?" dipping his finger into your slick and bringing it to his mouth, he groans. "never mind, i don't fucking care, just- ugh, just keep lookin' pretty while i use you like the stupid toy you are."

you squeal as he slides himself between your legs and wastes no time slamming himself into you.

"god, toots, slid in so easily, huh? you that wet for me?"

he snickers when you can't say anything back, too sleepy and delirious from his dick to manage a reply. one hand comes up to wrap around your throat while the other holds himself steady as he pounds into you at a relentless pace. what was, before this, a quiet bedroom, is now a dark, echoey chamber of moans and grunts, skin on skin sounds bouncing off the wooden furniture and slate grey walls. pleasure dances through your limbs, settling as an ever-building burning deep in your core. you try to speak with his hand still around your neck.

"j, 'm gonna-"

"i don't care, y/n, either come on my cock or don't but shut up," he pants.

and so you do. you come undone, digging your nails into his back through his sweater. a few moments later, he speeds up a bit and grunts, burying his face into your neck and spilling a rather large load into you. you both stay there for a few minutes, content and unsure of what to say. finally, he looks up at you and smiles slightly.

"sorry. i, uh. i just needed. that," he mumbles. you pet his hair and kiss his forehead.

"get the fuck off me so i can clean up and sleep."

[yelenaslyubov]

A New Frontier: Part 1

𓃗𐚁🏜𖤓⋆｡° ✮ // a new frontier // part 1 // part 2 // part 3

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a/n: welcome to the first part of my first series! like i said in my announcement, i’m not sure how many parts this series will have, but as i see it now, definitely over 6 so get excited about that!! this first part is definitely a build up to everything will be contained going further, so there’s not much adventuring in this one. i hope you enjoy!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you’re granted the opportunity to join the avengers on your first top secret mission together. not only are you navigating your newfound status as an avenger, but you’re also trying to hide your affection for another avenger, yelena. you travel to your location in stealth and soon find out what kind of mess you’ve really gotten into.

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Your eyes jolted open when you realized you had fallen asleep accidentally.

“…and we need to act fast in order to make sure we do our part in this mess. And remember, none of you jackasses better make a peep about this, I mean it.”

Shit.

You had fallen asleep during the majority of Tony’s mission announcement. This was the first stakeout call that you had been invited on since you had been recruited. Most jobs were simple and thorough—fighting and taking down a villain and so on. Everything was usually the same, except this time and you missed it.

“Alright, that’s all I got. Be ready and down to the pad in an hour.” Tony dismissed everyone from the room when they all dispersed and you were left disoriented from the meeting.

“AH, I’m so excited!” you heard Kamala squeal. You assumed she had been asked out on the mission as well, making this her first too. “I’ve never seen a horse in person before!”

Now you were even more confused as to what was happening. You decided to be surprised rather than ask too many questions, especially since you were new. You couldn’t be caught slacking on the job already.

You went up to your room to pack whatever you could with the little information you had. You remembered something being said in between your slumber about it being dry and hot, so you kept that in mind.

You packed all the toiletries you had since you did not know when you would return. You didn’t have a permanent suit currently, as it was still being worked on and you didn’t know when it was going to be done. You hoped you could finally break into it on this trip so you wouldn’t have to use one of the hand-me-downs.

You jumped as you heard a knock at your door. “Can I come in?” Kate shouted through the door. Even before you could speak Kate had opened the door and was on a mission.

“Do you have deodorant or a hairbrush? I-I must have lost mine or run out because I don’t know where they went.”

Kate was the first friend you had made since you had been recruited. You both hit it off immediately and she made the transition from normal life to super life much easier.

“How does one not know when they run out of deodorant?” you chuckled.

“I honestly don’t know. I think I kinda just slap it on without looking while I’m halfway out the door,” she stammered.

“Well in that case, yes, I have both deodorant and a hairbrush so you lucked out today.”

“Ugh, thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” Kate sighed. “Oh, by the way! If you’re all good with it I think Kamala was going to bunk with me and it’s three to a room so you wanna join?”

“Uhm, that sounds good,” you responded. You were nervous to be in such close proximity to so many new people, but you were excited to be involved in something this secretive.

“Awesome! Well, I’ll see you down there then.” Kate smiled and then ran out of the room in the same manner she came. It was then you realized you missed your chance to ask her what exactly you all were doing and what you should bring. It added even more mystery.

You had filled your duffel bag to the brim with anything you could think of—a couple books, clothes for all weather conditions, a swimsuit, a coat, etc. You had said goodbye to your room for the time being when you ran into another Avenger in the hallway.

“Oh, uhm hey.” You were face to face with a green-eyed woman looking slightly up at you. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“It’s good,” the woman smiled and shrugged. She walked off without saying a word and you felt an uncomfortable aura blooming.

The butterflies in your stomach slowed their flutter the farther away the woman went. You had learned in your first few days as an Avenger that her name was Yelena. She had short blonde hair and the most captivating eyes you had ever seen. She was nothing short of intimidating so you had exchanged little words between the two of you. This was most inconvenient for you because you were tired of her staring at you as if you were a bit helpless.

You hoped this trip proved otherwise.

You were still awkwardly standing in the hallway after your encounter with Yelena when Kamala came out of her room with what looked like all her belongings balances in her arms. You could make out her eyes peeking between different objects that looked like a fan and a small table.

“I hope I packed enough,” she said through muffled words. “I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.”

“I don’t think you’ll have any problem with that,” you laughed. You watched her carefully walk down the stairs with the rest of her things.

Based on everyone’s timely exit, you assumed that you should probably make your way down to load up. When you made your way down to the pad where everyone else was waiting. Everyone’s packs varied in size so you had no idea how your packing job compared to anyone else’s.

Wanda and Nat had a decent sized suitcase for the both of them to share and others had small duffel bags. You giggled a little to yourself when you saw Peter’s only bag which appeared to be his school bag.

“How did you manage to fit everything in there, Pete?” you asked him.

“Oh uhm all I really need is a few clothes, but the rest is homework.”

“You’re bringing homework on an Avenger’s top secret mission?”

“Uh… yes?”

“That sounds like a sad life, Peter Parker.” You looked to your right where Yelena was standing. “Do you do anything for your own pleasure… like ever?”

You, Yelena, and Peter all stood together staring at one another, waiting for someone to say anything.

“Alright!” Tony yelled. “It’s time to load up.”

Everyone made their way onto their biggest quinjet they had and found their seats. You sat towards the back of the jet as you filed in behind Yelena. Conveniently, you sat directly behind her so you had the perfect view for the duration of the flight. Kamala sat down next to you with her stuffed giraffe in hand.

You heard the echo of the seat buckles clanking together as everyone took their place. You then watched as Yelena twisted her hair up high and put it in a bun. You were mesmerized by the way her blonde highlights caught the glimmer of light shining through the small windows.

Kate looked back at you at the wrong moment because she caught you staring at Yelena. She smirked and winked, signaling that she planned on keeping your secret. Your face was flush with embarrassment. You had not planned to let anyone in on your little crush but there was no going back now. All you had to do was prevent Yelena from finding out.

Tony hopped on last and shut the large door behind him. “As much as I wish I was joining you on this part of the excursion, I’m going to be residing on a small base right outside of the airport we’ll be flying into. I’m working on tracking air transportation as well as focusing on the technical aspects of the issue. I will be checking in regularly.

“As much as I would love to fly everywhere, we have to be more careful.” You looked around at the others to see if they had any clue to what he was talking about. “Once we arrive at the airport, you’ll be assigned vehicles that you must transport in. Using jets gets too risky with the high volume of dust and dirt. You would be noticed too easily that way, so it’s much easier to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Another form of transformation will be provided… promptly.”

Tony sat down in the controller seat without another word, leaving only you at a loss of what could be coming.

You stared at the back of Yelena once again before falling asleep to the sound of her voice and buttons pushing from inside the jet

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You jolted awake at the sound of the large compartment door opening. It was abnormally bright and dust seemed to be swarming into the jet. You looked to your right to see Kamala passed out as well.

You stood up to stretch and grab your things, but you were distracted by the look on Yelena’s face as she stared at Kamala. She then turned to you and you were not sure what to do. Yelena looked as if she was trying not to laugh.

“You’ve got something about there…” Yelena gestured around the side of your mouth where you found dried drool from your peaceful sleep.

You frantically wiped it off the best you could and tried to shake the feeling of embarrassment that washed over you. “Oh, I’m sorry, thank you,” you nervously responded.

You proceeded to wipe everything off your face shamefully. You gave Kamala a small tap on the side of her arms in hopes to wake her up. She jolted awake as if she had been screamed at.

“What happened?” she said, groggily.

“You fell asleep…and it looks like we’re here,” you responded. You gathered your things and joined everyone at the front of the quinjet.

“Listen up!” Tony yelled. “This is where I leave you. You’ll be self-escorted from here to the designated vehicles that are waiting outside. I have implemented state of the art trackers and GPS in each of the vehicles. Try to use these vehicles as much as possible. When the time comes, by all means, do whatever is necessary to complete said task, but please, for the love of God, stay hidden. We do not need to be compromised and if I hear about any of you messing around…I will personally handle the situation, and you don’t want that.”

You looked back and forth from Kate to Kamala. You could tell Tony was being serious, which meant this mission was a whole lot harder than you led on in your mind.

As you all unloaded off of the jet the sun pierced through the door making you cover your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness, you were met with the vast ground of red clay and trees in the distance. There was not a house or town in sight meaning you were far away from civilization.

“This is my worst nightmare,” Yelena whispered to Natasha.

“No kidding. I can already feel my skin sweltering,” she responded.

Your face recoiled when you saw the rides that were provided to each of you. “They’re joking right?”

“I wish,” Bucky said as he walked by you.

“Ain’t she a beaut, Cap?” Sam said while rubbing his hand back and forth down the side of the truck.

Before you were four rusty, beat-up pickup trucks that were supposed to be your rides for the time being. You weren’t even sure how long they were going to last. They were most definitely older than you.

“Are we sure these are safe to drive…or ride in?” Yelena questioned.

“They’re top of the line, I assure you,” Steve said.

“Maybe when you were born,” she mumbled.

You laughed at her comment and Yelena turned around to look at you and she smirked. Your face couldn’t help but turn a deep shade of pink, but you hoped the heat would disguise your blushing.

“Alright, let’s hit the road. We’re burning daylight here and it’s a two hour drive,” Steve informed everyone which earned a groan from each of them.

Steve, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Peter took one of the trucks and planned on leading the way to the house. The rest of you assumed you could fit in one truck but there were two left and needed to utilize them both. One truck could seat five and the other could seat three; there were six of you left and you each knew you couldn’t leave someone behind by themselves.

“Race ya!” Kamala yelled. Nat, Wanda, Kate, and Kamala began to run to the five seater truck, while you and Yelena stayed behind. I guess you both assumed that it wasn’t worth fighting over.

You were hesitant to say anything at first but you were curious. “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Yelena shrugged. “My sister and Wanda can get gross when they’re together so I would rather be 100 feet away. But I hope you know I’m driving.”

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to go against her wishes. How could you say no?

You and Yelena put your belongings in the trunk of the car and shut it nice and tight so there was no way it could fly out and escape. Yelena climbed in the driver's seat while you sat next to her in the passenger's seat. The truck started with a sputter and music started blasting through the radio. Tony Keith’s voice rang out, causing you to plug your eyes.

“If this is what the trip has in store,” you gestured to the nature outside and then to the radio, “it’s going to be a long trip.”

“I think my ears are bleeding,” Yelena groaned.

“How about I do this.” You made the executive decision to turn the music completely off. “Better?”

“Much.” Yelena was satisfied with your choice. She followed the kicked up dust trail that led to the truck in front of them. They were farther ahead but you both hoped you hadn’t lost them.

In the meantime, you decided to look around the truck to see what all treasures were held inside. Just by looking at it, it didn’t seem to be anything special. The dash was covered in dirt and dust and old, empty bullet shells rested on top. There were no cup holders for drinks, only a bench seat that could fit another person. You found yourself wondering what would happen if you scooted just a bit closer. You brushed off the thought and continued your scavenger hunt.

There was no backseat, only a small gap that could fit a slender bag. There was a tacklebox that slipped under your seat, so you decided to dig through it. You gasped as you opened it to reveal a pistol made out of vibranium. You could spot it from anywhere.

“Woah!” you admired it. You shifted the small pistol in your hand, observing the craftsmanship.

“Oh shit,” Yelena said. Her eyebrows were raised, telling you she was just as impressed.

“They really did the most.” You took another look at it before you put it back where it belonged and slid it back under the seat. “What we’re to happen if we were stopped somehow and we had that in the car? Wouldn’t they do the math?”

“Look at this thing,” Yelena said plainly.

You looked around at the crusted steering wheel, the patchy seats, and the dirty covered floor. “I suppose you’re right.”

Yelena sighed and continued driving.

You watched the world go by as the clay mesa crowded your vision. It was beautiful in its own way and it was nothing like you had ever seen. The plateau of rock and the arches that presented themselves high off the ground. You may even learn to love it.

You then turned your attention to the driver. Yelena did not go anywhere in public without dressing her best. She was wearing wide cut jeans, a cropped shirt, and high leather boots. The dedication impressed you, especially in this weather. Your eyes wandered from her clothes to her skin and how her olive tone was tanned from the sun. Her eyes twinkled with the reflection of the endless blue sky and you found yourself drowning. Of course until Yelena looked over at you because you had been in a daze for too long.

You turned your attention back out the window with the hope that she wasn’t paying attention to your admiration. The more you stared out the window, the heavier your eyelids were. Eventually, you found yourself drifting to sleep once again with dreams of twinkling green eyes.

.

.

.

You felt a push on your left shoulder but you didn’t move.

There was another push this time, but much harder, causing you to sit all the way up. To your surprise, it was night. You rubbed your eyes and looked to your left to find that Yelena was staring at you.

“Did you know that you snore?” she said outright. Yelena unbuckled and got out of the truck, leaving you stunned all alone.You decided that it would be better not to respond because you wish you could forget it ever happened.

As you slid out of the truck, you looked up at the stars. You had never seen the sky so clear in your life. It was like lightning bugs had hung themselves way up high for everyone to see. You were so distracted by the sky that you didn’t notice where you were.

When you snapped yourself out of your trance you looked around. You were now surrounded by some species of pine tree you couldn’t recall with scarce grass. You were most certainly still in the desert but had traveled farther in the new direction.

In addition, you seemed to be up on a cliff. You looked around once more and there was no sign of a house, let alone anyone else.

“Uh, Yelena,” you questioned. “Where are we?”

Yelena was crouched down ahead of you looking down from the earth when she shushed you. You tried not to take too much offense. You walked to where she was in hopes of figuring out what was going on.

“Yelena, I said, where are-” Yelena covered your mouth quickly. You wanted to resist but all you could do was yell silently into the palm of her hand.

“Be quiet,” Yelena whispered, then held up a finger to her lips as she uncovered her hand from your mouth.

You huffed. “I just want to know what we’re doing out here? Where is everyone?”

“I took a little detour,” she admitted. “I just wanted to scope out the competition and Tony had already wired the GPS with significant locations so I knew where to go.”

“He should’ve known better,” you shook your head. You were already in this mess with her so you might as well finish it.

You focused your eyes to where she was looking to find a small sized building. It was nothing like you pictured it would be in your head. There was a flagpole outside the fence gates with an American flag on it accompanied by another flag that you could not make out. You squinted harder to see what picture was made out on the fabric.

“Is that…” You could spot the unique design of a skull with its six arms recoiled under.

It was Hydra.

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[rr311]

↳ confession ll katsuki bakugo

from the widow you seen he was sitting all alone outside confused to why he wasn't inside enjoying himself, you furrowed your eyebrows placing down your cup , “hey, i’ll be right back!.” you yelled over the music as your friends nodded their heads going back to their convos, walking over towards the sliding door to go outside. you slid open the door, then closed it walking towards him, "hey bakubae." you teased with a smile seeing him look up to see who it is, scoffing, looking away. "tch, told you to stop calling me that." you chuckled, sitting beside him bumping your shoulder with his, "you like it though~." katsuki groaned turning his body away but he didn't say anything. it was quiet now.

you raised a brow looking at him, he looked..flustered? "hey..you okay kat?." your voice..that soft tone. he groaned once more nodding his head, "i'm fine you idiot." you didn't buy it. "then whyre you out here all alone? are you not enjoying the party?." he quickly turned to you hearing that small disappointment tone in your voice shaking his head, "no—! I do like it, it's just..ugh!." he growled due to frustration, now you were really confused. he was acting weird, really weird. usually he would be more shouty and loud but in this case he was quiet?. "if you don't i’ll understand. you don’t have to force yourself to like it katsuki." you slightly chuckled but again he shook his head, "you damn idiot I just said i like the damn party..it's just something else." he mumbled that last part, you raised a brow,

"what is it?." why was this so hard? he's usually so confident when it came to his words but now..he was stuck. why were these feelings so damn confusing?. you could tell he was struggling by how his face was turning slightly red, furrowing your eyebrows. "kat, you don't have to tell me if you're not com-!." — "I do! just..fuck why is this so damn hard!." he snarled clenching his fists together, the more he was thinking about it the more it made him mad, it was either now or later..for months he’s been wanting to confess to you but never had enough balls to do so. you made him nervous, believe it or not you did, your brown eyes, your skin, your personality everything about you made him nervous. ever since you came from america he’s always had an eye on you, they way you would fight, your strategies, they way you talk..he even went to his mom about it!.

..he hates to admit the old hag has a wise point. “if you don’t confess now someone else from your class might take that chance away from you katsuki, just follow your heart and do what’s right.” she was right, her words echoed through his head like an annoying car alarm going off. his hands clenched into fists, he should take this chance before its too late. ugh.

"fuck it." he snarled, "wha- hmph!." your eyes were widened feeling his lips against yours, you were so shocked that you didn’t get a chance to think properly. In an instant katsuki pulled back, seeing your reaction, he thought he made a stupid mistake going to apologize but when you realized what happened, you grabbed ahold of his shirt kissing him back, his eyes went wide but they closed groaning from the rough pull instantly kissing you back. your lips were so soft and gentle, he placed a hand ontop of your cheek tilting his head to deepen it. from inside, kirishima was wondering where you went and why kaminari and the rest were by the window, furrowing his eyebrows, “hey guys what’s goin-!” he yelped feeling mina grab him by his shirt pulling him towards their level. he was confused but when mina turned his head to look outside his eyes widened, “I knew they liked each other!.” she squealed as kaminari fake sniffled, “our little bakubro is growing up.” he wiped a fake tear as the rest agreed, “who knew bakugo would pull a girl.” sero added with a small chuckle, out of all people they didn’t think you would the one he likes. I mean they knew he had a crush on someone in the class but they didn’t think it was you!.

what seemed like forever, you hummed in between his mouth before pulling back, what you didn’t expect katsuki groaned chasing after your lips again secretly liking the way they feel chuckling, “kat..” you mumbled leaning back in to only give him a peck, with a grin on your face. “Is this your way of confessing?.” you questioned trailing your hand on the back of his neck feeling him pinch you on your waist with a small grin feeling a hard glare at him. “and what if it is.” he mumbled, shaking your head giving him one last peck on the cheek before getting up, “then if it is, yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” — “bakubae~.” you giggled hearing him groan,

“thought I told you to stop callin me that!.”

“at least it has meaning now!.”

I didn’t know how to end this shit 🤚🏼

[riveriki]

a glance from the stage

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PAIRING… idol!heeseung x fan!reader | GENRE… fluff, romance, down bad reader | TROPE… idol x fan | WC… 0.8k

Your excitement couldn't be contained in you as you and your best friend got ready in your hotel room, today was the day you were going to the enhypen concert. It had felt like you've been waiting forever for this moment, to finally see your favourite group up close in the front-row.

The arena was bubbling with chatter and laughter and you and your friend stood in line waiting to enter. You eagerly held onto your sign with Heeseung's face on it, it read, "hot girls love Lee Heeseung" in bold letters. 

Fighting for these seats were no easy job, you and your best friend stayed up all night on ticket master, with 8 devices open, all on the loading screen. Once you finally got in, you immediately booked the front seats and paid, not even caring to look at the price ( rich girls 😩).

"Can you believe its finally time?" your friend squealed, bouncing on her heels. "And front row seats too! ugh feels good to be gods favourites."

You nod your head agreeing. "I swear, with the price of these seats, heeseung better notice me." you joke.

When the doors opened, you and your friend tightly clutched your belongings and joined the crowd of engenes inside. The arena was absolutely massive, with posters of the members hung up on the ceiling. The seats were better than you could've imagined, giving you the best possible view, able to see everything.

As you both settled into your seats, the lights dimmed, with the energy of the engenes around you increasing. Fans excitedly chatted away to one another, waving their light sticks, singing to the songs over the speakers, many of them holding merch and creative signs.

Your heart leaped as the opening notes of XO (Only if you say yes) filled the arena. The lights shined on stage, and the members of enhypen appeared, their visuals even more stunning in real life. Within the first few seconds your eyes found Heeseung. He looked stunning, his stage presence commanding the environment with just a single nod of the head.

As the concert progressed you found yourself getting more and more immersed in the performance. Every now and then you get your phone out and to record. However, it seemed like every time you put down your phone and glanced at heeseung, his eyes were staring straight into yours. at first, you thought it was just your mind playing games with you, but when it happened again and again, you began to think it was actually happening. And with every passing second, your heart skipped a beat, your lips couldn't help but lift upright into a smile, with a burning feeling sense in your cheeks.

Your friend noticed and gently nudged your shoulder playfully. "I think someone has a crush on you." she teased, hinting at heeseung.

You laughed, shaking your head in disagreement. " As if, he's probably just scanning the crowd."

But deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling off. It felt like every time you looked at him, every fleeting glance, was hinting at something more. As if he was fascinated with you.

As the concert nears its end, the energy of the crowd reached its highest point, with engene chanting the member's names. As Enhypen performed their final songs, the crowd went wild. You and your friend were singing along, your voices blending into the chorus of fans, when suddenly, Heeseung and the other members started to make their way into the audience. 

without a second to spare, heeseung rushed his way to you, standing right in front of the barricade. For a moment, everything around you was still. The lee heeseung of enhypen was standing in front of YOU, with his eyes locked onto yours. He smiled, and you felt your body go weak. 

"Hi." he said cutely, "can i see your phone?"

without a second thought, you opened your phone and handed it to him, with trembling hands. He quickly brought you close and took a selfie with you, with his flirty smile. Then he turned his phone away from you and began to type something, before handing it back to you, his fingers deliberately brushing against yours. You glanced at the screen and found a new contact: "Hee 🫶 ". your eyes widened in pure disbelief. 

when you looked back at him, he chuckled, before winking and mouthing the word cute. The rest of the concert was a complete blur. You were on cloud nine, unable to believe what just occurred. As the final notes of still monster faded, enhypen took their final bows, and waved at their fans, with heeseung making a call me sign at you, followed by a wink.

As you left the venue, you knew one thing, you might actually have a chance with heeseung. Thank god, you bought front-row seats.

[marleyybluu]

Boys

dad!Oscar x mom!reader

Sum: Oscar's not a fan of his daughter going on a date.

WC: 928

Warnings: old draft not proofread.

this was not what I originally wanted to post but this was in my drafts so I'm letting it go out into the Tumblr world.

"Ay! Papaaa! It's not a big deal!"  The teenage girl dramatically raised her voice throwing an outfit on her bed, she suddenly hated her closet. Her father's arms crossed over his chest, an unhappy look on his face as he stood in the door frame. "Who is this guy? Why have you never told me about him? Where is he taking you?"

You chuckled rolling your eyes at the small argument as you stirred your pot of food, your youngest sat in her high chair giggling her head off. "You're laughing? Girl you are next." You joked pointing at her which only made the twelve-month-old laugh even more. A bedroom door slammed and your sixteen-year-old appeared. "Ugh!! What is wrong with your husband!?"

He was dad when everything went her way but was quickly your husband once when things go awry.

You shrugged. "You know how he is, girl, but I mean you could have said something to him."

 She let out an exaggerated sigh and plopped herself down around the kitchen table. Your daughter had let it be known to you and you only that she had a crush on a boy named Nico at school, you'd known of  Nico, met him a few times and seemed nice. Then one day your girl comes home squealing with joy about how the young man liked her back and asked her out on a date. You were happy for her and found it a bit cute that she'd reached this stage in life, a bit cautious of what was to come if the unspeakable happened.

Young heartbreak was a bitch.

Oscar on the other hand was not too fond of the thought of his daughter, his precious angel, going on a date with a boy he's never heard about. The doorbell rang causing your child to jump up, her hands ironing out her light blue dress from any creases, even though there were none. Your brooding husband came sliding down the hall on his way to open the door. You had asked her to turn down the stove so that you could beat him to the door so he wouldn't terrify the young boy.

He caught wind of what you were doing at picked up his pace, you attempted to match him and almost met up with him until he shoved you out of the way, not so hard that you would plummet onto the floor but enough to knock you off balance. 

 Oscar had made it to the entrance his iconic scowl returning to his face as he answered the door. The young man swallowed, fear visibly creeping in when he was met with a more well-toned, and well-tatted man who looked like he was ready to put his foot where the sun doesn't shine. "Who are you?" He nodded. 

 "I'm uh, I'm Nico. I'm... I'm here to pick up Nia... if that's okay." He stammered. 

"Well, it's no-"

"Nico, hi sweetie how are you?" You chimed in pulling on Oscar's arm, your nails digging into his skin causing him to hiss and cuss under his breath. "I'm good Mrs. Diaz. How about yourself?"

"I'm great. I think Nia should be here any second she's just grabbing her jacket."

"Where you guys going?" Oscar asked arching his brow. Nico played with the bottom of his black shirt, the poor kid was sweating. "Just the movies, McDonald's or something after."

You smiled. "That's nice."

Nia cleared her throat as she appeared from behind her mother. "Hi, Nico." She blushed. His smile was all of a sudden brighter. "Hi Nia, you look pretty."

"Thank you. You look pretty too." You softly smiled as you watched Nia's face fall, probably thinking what she said was stupid. 

"Thanks."

The young girl said goodbye to her parents and they watched her get into the passenger seat of his car and drive off. You closed the door turning to Oscar who still had a frown on his face. "You are a piece of work Spooky."

He kissed his teeth, you never called him that unless you were upset. Now, technically, you weren't mad at him you just wanted to sting him a little for almost ruining your daughter's nice evening. "She couldn't wait until she was at least twenty-five to start dating." He groaned. 

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. "You didn't wait. I didn't wait. We were their age once Papi. Es la vida. Let her grow."

He pouted, that was his firstborn, the first to have him completely wrapped around her finger, poor Oscar was at her beck and call no matter what. So, as much as he hated to say it out loud, he was sad that his little girl was growing up right before his eyes. Your husband followed you back into the kitchen, slithering his hands around your waist, holding you close. He hummed at the smell of your hair pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

"If, and I mean if, he breaks her heart. I'll come with you to beat him up." The two of you laughed. "Deal."

Oscar turned his attention over to your youngest who was stuffing her face with a small store-bought cupcake. He smiled at the icing covering half her face, he grabbed a paper towel and wet it before wiping off her face. Her little hands reached for his face and he leaned into her tiny palms, kissing all over her face causing her to explode into a fit of laughs. He took her out of her high chair lifting her in the air. "You gotta wait a little longer than sixteen to date okay mi amor."

You kissed your teeth and threw a kitchen towel at him. "Estúpido."

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[gyuzgrl]

not-so-secret glances IIbskII pt.2

summary- After last night's teasing, you decide to get back at your boyfriend. Big mistake.

A gentle breeze, warm sunlight, tangled bodies. You loved waking up to mornings like this. Loved waking up wrapped in Seungkwan's arms. After last night's escapades, though, your body was exhausted. Having three orgasms ripped out of you in succession was no easy feat- especially for someone as sensitive and responsive as you were, but you managed it for him. Anything for him.

You loved Seungkwan, you really did, but god sometimes you couldn't keep up with how intense he was in bed. Perhaps it was time to show him what it felt like.

That would be your worst idea by far.

You wriggle out from under his arms, careful so as not to wake him from his slumber just yet, and slip under the blanket draped over his lower body.

He's hard already. Ugh, men.

Tentatively, you tug his shorts down, watching as his length springs free right away. You lick your lips.

You shuffle forward on your hands and knees, head dipping lower as you nuzzle against his thigh. He murmurs something under his breath, moving ever so slightly, and your eyes widen.

"kwannie?" you call, softly.

When there's no response on his end, you breathe a sigh of relief. Okay. This needs to happen before he wakes up, or he'll find some way to get back in control.

Your lips stretch urgently around the girth of his cock, tongue flicking against the slit before you take him in, inch by inch. The warmth of your mouth must've caught him off guard, considering the surprised gasp that left his lips. A hand reaches under the blanket to grab your hair, and you feel the heavy cover peeled back to reveal your face.

"dirty girl," he mumbles through parted lips, "c'mere"

When you refuse, sticking firmly in place, he cocks a brow at you but lets you continue regardless. You look up at him through your lashes, sinking your mouth lower onto his length. This was going to be so much fun.

You move your head up and down, sucking him off tantalisingly slow. Seungkwan's hips buck up into your mouth and you can't help but moan around him, sending shivers across his skin.

"what's gotten into you today, baby?"

You don't respond. Can't respond. So you spare him a glance, mischief dancing behind your blown pupils. Without warning, you bob your head up and down, faster and faster, hands placed on his inner thighs to keep him steady. His breathing grows shallow, and the arm resting in your hair slips away, fisting the sheets instead.

Your cunt glistens when you feel his cock throb in your mouth, and you know he's close. That all too familiar twitch of his length, the way his head tips back, his ragged breathing- he was so close.

So close he could almost feel it. Seungkwan stood over the edge of pleasure, ready to tip in any moment now. He jerked up into your mouth, groaning, nearly there, almost there-

Until he isn't.

You pull off his cock with an innocent 'pop' and a sly grin. Seungkwan stares down at you.

"what the fuc-"

Scrambling your way out from under the blanket, you giggle, in a pathetic attempt to run away. You make it off the bed, scurrying towards the door, but he's just a bit faster than you are. Before you can move further, Seungkwan's arms tug at your waist, pulling you flush against him.

It's a seemingly wholesome back hug, but the unmoving grasp of his embrace tells a whole other story.

You wiggle, trying to break free, though in vain. Despite trying your best, he remains unmoved, and you realize just how much stronger he is. He's bigger and stronger and oh this is going to be so much fun.

A squeal slips past your lips when you feel your limbs lift off the ground. Seungkwan picks you up, effortlessly, and tosses you back onto the bed. The look in his eyes is unrecognizable, unreadable.

"take your clothes off"

"what if I d-"

He grabs your face, staring into your eyes wordlessly, and you feel incredibly small under him. All you can do is stare back with wide eyes- taken aback by how quickly he'd turned the tables around.

"do I need to repeat myself, sweetheart?"

Frantically, you shake your head, yanking off your (his) shirt and tugging your panties down. He untangles them from your limbs, scrunching the satin fabric into a ball before hooking his thumb into your jaw and shoving it into your mouth. You moan, feeling a familiar heat pool between your legs, and his lips quirk up into a smirk.

Seungkwan pulls back, clasping your ankles and tugging you forward. He levels his hips with yours, biting his lip as he sneaks the head of his cock between your folds.

You whimper, rutting up for something, anything.

"you're gonna keep that pretty mouth shut- not a fucking sound, am I clear?"

You nod, wide eyed.

Without warning, Seungkwan snaps his hips into yours, shoving his length into you in one harsh thrust. You cry out, fisting the sheets under you and his jaw clenches.

"I said-" he reaches over, "keep. your fucking mouth. shut." He clasps his hand around your throat, squeezing as his hips slam repeatedly into you, cock bullying it's way into your sopping cunt.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any moment now. You bite down on the lace of your panties, trying your best to keep quiet- but god it's hard with how Seungkwan fucks you into oblivion.

His pretty lips curl into a twisted smile, "so you can follow basic instructions," he snarls, "baby's not as dumb as I thought"

You stifle a whimper when the head of his cock kisses your cervix, pushing so deep you can see the way it moves inside you. Seungkwan seems to have noticed this too, and he let's out a dark chuckle, before pushing down on your tummy.

The force has you reeling. You can feel the drag of his cock within your walls, the oh-so-delicious stretch of your cunt around him, and it takes everything in you to keep the sounds from clawing their way up your throat.

"that's it baby- fuck that's it" he grits, pummelling into you.

A wave of relief crashes over you within minutes, and Seungkwan follows soon after, rutting into you to chase his high. It has your cunt aching so good.

"gonna fill you up- fuck-" he groans, thrusting one last time before releasing himself into you.

You sigh, drool slipping through the scrunched fabric, and he chuckles.

"fucking knew you'd like that"

A protest bubbles up in your throat, muffled by your panties. He grins.

"sorry, what was that? didn't quite catch ya"

You grimace, pulling the wet fabric out of your mouth, and just as you're about to speak, Seungkwan draws his hips back into motion, slamming into you once again.

A choked moan leaves your lips, sparks shooting all over your body. The wetness of your cum and his coats your inner thighs as he plunges in and out of you, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock.

You barely register how his hand lets go of your neck until you feel him pressing down on your clit, coaxing another orgasm out of you at breakneck speed. His thumb pushes firmly against your aching clit, dragging tight circles around it, sending you over the edge.

The way your walls flutter around him, pulling him in deeper, has him moving even faster, drawing his own orgasm out right after yours. Wet noises, the smell of sex, his groans and your whimpers- it all felt so dirty. You didn't mind one bit, though. Not at all.

"so fucking tight- you were made for me fu-" he breaks off, filling you up with his cum, hips still working in and out of you, until your legs twitch from how sensitive you are.

He's silent for a minute, pulling out of you and staring at the mess between your legs. It's almost as if his brain short circuits at the sight of your ruined cunt- all sticky and messy cause of him. He caused that. He caused that and he knew no one else could.

"kwannie" you whine, pulling your legs close when he doesn't stop looking, "stop staring"

"if you could see yourself right now, sweetheart, trust me- you'd be the same" Seungkwan makes a mental note to fuck you in front of mirror sometime soon as he speaks. God, the way your pretty hole fluttered around nothing, spurts of his cum dripping out so messily, had him transfixed. He couldn't help when his hands moved on their own, shoving his cum back into you. You cry out, body jolting upright at the stimulation, and he relents, showing mercy.

For now.

"enoughh-" you whine, "c'mon let's get cleaned up, okay?"

A sickly-sweet grin takes over his features and you feel your stomach drop. Surely he'd clean you up, right?

"kwannie, you are cleaning me up, aren't you?"

Yanking his shorts back on as he grabs a tissue from his bedside table, Seungkwan pouts.

"aw baby" he coos, "I want to, I really do, but unfortunately it's out of my control-" The condescending tone of his voice has you on edge. "you were so bad today, doll- disobedient, bratty, trying to tease your poor kwannie,"

He saunters his way back between your legs, yanking one of your limbs over his shoulder to wipe at the cum on your thighs.

"surely you don't think that's going unpunished, sweetheart?"

Your breath hitches. Punishment. Right. Hadn't thought that far ahead.

"that dumb little brain of yours didn't consider the aftermath of your actions, did it?" he smirks, tossing the tissue aside before pushing your legs shut.

"here's what's gonna happen, m'kay?" The blanket is pulled away from you as he starts folding it. "I'm gonna go to work, and you're gonna keep my cum inside you till I get home- am I clear? Put on some panties, dress yourself, finish up your chores and your shopping, and keep it all inside. It better be there when I get back, doll"

Your jaw hits the floor. He could be mean, you knew, but this? How was this even possible?

There's a pause.

"am I clear, y/n"

"kwannie m'sorr-" you try, but he interrupts.

"sorry, sorry" he mimics, a pout taking over his face for a second before it straightens into an evil smirk, "should've been a good girl, hm?"

It's safe to say you had the worst day ever. While Seungkwan dressed himself and left for work, you were stuck at home clenching painfully as you followed his orders.

You wanted to be good.

The twinge of disappointment you felt when he called you a bad girl made you want to cry. Had he been at home, you would've spent all day showing him just how good you could be- but he wasn't. He left home with that same icy smirk on his face, the same cold cruelty, and you hated it.

It was 7 in the evening when you finally finished all your chores and shopping like he told you to. They would've been over much faster if you didn't have to hold his cum from dripping out of you the entire time, but oh well- you girlbossed a little too close to the sun this morning, and you had to pay the price, even if it burned.

Sure, you were completely humiliated at the supermarket when you whimpered through your conversation with the cashier. Sure, you couldn't eat in peace with how hard you tensed your stomach. Sure, it hurt to walk more than three steps- but you weren't complaining. Not one bit. Wanted to be a good girl for kwannie, didn't you?

Sitting on the couch, thighs smushed uncomfortably, you perked up at at the sound of keys jangling in your doorway.

He was home.

After hours of pure torture, Seungkwan was finally home.

"kwannie!" you squealed, running over to pull him into a hug, "you're home"

A soft smile plays at his lips at your eagerness. It was cute, really, seeing you so excited to have him home, even after only a few hours.

"missed you too, sweetheart"

You throw your arms around his neck and he places a soft kiss to your forehead before hoisting you up by your thighs.

"I was so good today, y'know?" you beam up at him innocent as ever, "kept it all inside for you kwannie"

His eyes darken. "you're going to be the death of me"

Within seconds, you found yourself being carried into the bedroom, panting already as he tossed you on the bed. He moans when he sees how you're only wearing panties under your shirt, and he sinks down at the foot of the bed, kneeling before you.

"gonna check, 'kay sweetheart? gonna see if your pussy's still as pretty as I left it, hm?"

You nod, throwing an arm over your head. His fingers slip over your thighs before deftly peeling your underwear down your legs, nails grazing your soft skin as he slid them all the way down to your ankles. He places a chaste kiss there, briefly pausing to toss your panties aside, and the sight that welcomes him has his lungs sucked of air.

Your pretty hole spasmed under his gaze, white streaks of cum glaringly evident all around it. His mouth went dry at the sight.

"fuck," you hear his whisper as a shudder works its way through him.

"so pretty," his breaths tickle the skin of your thigh, "m gonna eat it out of you now, okay doll? gonna clean you up really fucking good with my tongue- that what you want?"

"please," Your whimpers are pathetic, but you don't care. You've been aching for him all day.

Wasting no time, Seungkwan pushes himself to your cunt, slurping at your slit so noisily you can't help the rush of crimson that makes its way to your cheeks. His tongue dips into your hole, collecting the remnants of your combined arousal, before lapping away at your clit.

"kwa- oh my god kwannie please-" you moan, hands flying to his head to hold him in place, "fuck, don't s-stop"

He grins against you, continuing his assault on your clit. The way his mouth works you to your high has you breathless. Your nerves feel alive with electricity, your body feels stiff- waiting for release, your heart thuds against your chest. No man has ever made you feel this way. You hope that's how it stays.

"pretty, so fucking pretty" he mumbles into your cunt, the sound reverberating up through your body.

Sensitivity leads your thighs to tense up, closing in around him, but he pays them no mind, spreading you open even further on his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, vision turning white as he devours you.

"m'close- kwa- oh"

He shoves his tongue into you, nose bumping into your clit while he drinks you in. The drag of his tongue against your creamy walls is nothing short of delectable.

For both you and him.

You taste divine. Unreal. Seungkwan wonders what he's done to deserve someone as otherworldly as you. You with your pretty face, your cute little whimpers- god he was putty in your hands.

As your moans grow louder, hole squeezing around his tongue, he knows you're close. His hands tug your lips apart as he moves faster inside you, and within seconds, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. Your body grows lip atop the bed, and your legs twitch helplessly.

"there we go," he coos, "that's my good girl" and you can't help but feel a swell of pride in your chest.

You're his good girl. Only his.

"let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart"

[jadeee]

My Favorite Fairytale

Kento helps your daughter with her first loose tooth, but does she have to grow up so fast? 1.7k ⁑ slight mention of depression @ittosbigfatmantitties @ner-dee @luneariaa @jaix-chan-blog @stressed-cryptid

"Don't touch it. Your hands aren't clean."

Kento placed his hand over your daughter's which inched toward her mouth. A soft sigh left her tiny body as she watched the screen.

Connecting ... connecting ... the blue screen disappeared once you filled its space.

"Hey, did something happen?"

"Mommy!"

Kiyomi's brows jumped up to her forehead, eyes widened with a huge smile to match. He'd only taken in a breath when she grabbed his phone.

"Look," she wiggled her tooth.

"Kiyomi..." Kento gently pulled her hand down again.

"Ohhh, is it ready?"

"I think so, but papa said to wait."

"Really?"

He glanced at you then nodded. Moments ago, he attempted to pull the tooth (with a gentle hand) at his daughter's request. Her brows pinched ever so slightly, eyes shut, muscles tensing for what was to come next. When he heard the beginnings of a squeal, he'd let go. His hand rested on his knee as he'd knelt down to her level. Looking into her eyes felt like a mirror. The familiar mix of frustration and determination, much akin to stubborness.

"We should wait."

"Let's call mommy. She can help us!"

Kento was pulled back to reality by the sound of your voice.

"If papa said to wait, we should wait, sweetheart."

"Ugh," her dramatic groan aimed toward the ceiling as she threw her head back.

"Kiyomi." Kento and you said in unison.

"Can we try one more time?" Please?"

For a moment, the two of you stared at each other. Speaking a secret language only parents could understand. Kiyomi watched then beamed when she saw you both nod. Thus, the daily ritual began once more with Kento washing his hands, grabbing a paper towel, and kneeling in front of his daughter. His fingertips held the small ivory in her mouth. A slight tug... she held her breath and so did he. 

"It's not ready, darling." he rested his hand on his leg.

"You can pull harder. I'll be okay."

His hazel eyes met hers. He found himself attempting to commit the moment to memory in the moment of silence. The truth was: he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was only a tooth, but she was his little girl. His stomach twisted at the thought of her  yelping or crying. Then there'd be blood and another tooth that'd grow in... would she ever need braces?

"We'll try again later. How about a snack?"

"Hm... okay." she hung her head.

His chest tightened at the sight while the guilt seeped in.

"What would you like?" your voice filled the dead air, "We can have papa make Super Special Salad?"

Kiyomi nodded as she wiped her slowly falling tears.

"You'll have that tooth out in no time."

Kento placed his hand on her shoulder as your words worked to comfort her.

"We can have taiyaki too."

She looked up at him, "Really?"

"Yes," his thumb wiped the damp tears from her cheeks "but until then, it's Super Special Salad."

Without warning, she wrapped her arms around his tall frame. He patted her back then gave her a small squeeze, "Aishiteru."

"Suki."

He chuckled, realizing they needed to work on her Japanese a bit more.

"Alright," he patted her back once more "let's make that salad."

"Wait, I have to use the bathroom first."

She ran down the hall before he could utter a word. The man rose to his feet then glanced down the corridor. A remnant of a smile flashed across his face before washing his hands to start on the snack for his daughter. If you aren't a regular at the Nanami household, then you may mistake Super Special Salad for your usual lettuce, tomato, and carrots. This is where you're tremendously wrong. Kiyomi hates tomatoes... and lettuce... though she doesn't mind the "orange sticks" as she calls them.

Super Special Salad is a Kento classic of fruit cut into a medley of shapes. It's one of the ways he helped her learn circles, triangles, and such. Kiyomi's absolute favorite are the flower shapes. He's made sure to add more of those as she's gotten older.He proudly prepared the area for his sous chef, straightening the cookie cutters as they lay on the cutting board.

"Kiyomi!" he stood in the kitchen, listening for any sound of her. "Kiyomi?" his fingers untied the apron he'd put on then set it onto the counter.

"Kiyomi." his voice was steady and stern, unlike his heart which beat hard in his chest with each step he took toward the bathroom. The light poured out into the hallway, a sliver of a shadow decorating the center. "Ah!" its limbs flinched back. The sound caused Nanami to rush forward. His hand pressed against the doorframe, eyes looking dead ahead for the threat only to find Kiyomi holding her tiny tooth between her fingers.

"I did it!" she held it up at him. Her eyes were slightly damp from the tears that dared to spill over moments ago. "It didn't hurt that much! Can we have taiyaki now?!" 

His heart resided to its usual rhythm as he stared at her in disbelief. 

"Are you mad? ... I washed my hands first like you said! See." she held her free hand up to his face. 

The smell of soap wafted toward his nostrils. He knew that he should've chastised her then. I said we would try again later. You should've waited for your mom and I, so he knelt down to her level. She drew her hand back and clutched onto the tiny ivory victory she'd been fretting over for days. He placed a hand on her shoulder "I'm very proud of you." His eyes softened when he looked at her gap-filled smile.

For the last few hours, his face remained that way. As if he were frozen in time in a perpetual state of bliss. Rosy cheeks, soft lines gracing the sides of his mouth and eyes from smiling or laughing at something his daughter said. Hands that were consistently making their way over to you, whether it was to take the spoon from you so he could make dinner. Occasionally, they'd squeeze your thigh, rest it on your waist, or find their way to your very own hand. Lips that started to tell Kiyomi a bedtime story as he held onto her. 

"You're smushing him." she gestured to Paprika the Red Panda, as she'd so aptly named him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Paprika." he grabbed the stuffed animal then placed it on his lap "Do you think he wants to join us?"

"Of course," you peeled back the covers so Kiyomi could tuck him in next to her.

"Ready for storytime?"

You nodded along with Kiyomi then Kento cleared his throat. "Once upon a time, there was a man. He wasn't very happy. He was sad a lot but he didn't talk about it, so --"

"Why was he sad?" Kiyomi glanced up at the storyteller.

"We'll get to that later." Kento brushed a spot of leftover taiyaki from her cheek. Your fingers found their way to her hair which you mindlessly played with. She leaned a bit more into your touch, her head in your lap while her arm rested near her father. He took his hand in hers.

"So, he'd eat, work, and go to sleep. Only to do it all again the next day."

"Did he have any friends?" Kiyomi chimed in again. Kento went silent then shook his head, "Not really. He did but he wasn't very good at talking to them."

"Why not?"

Your fingers gently grazed over her scalp "Kiyomi... sometimes people don't feel like talking and... it feels better to be alone."

"But if your sad, you should talk to someone?"

"Right," Kento squeezed her hand. "If you're sad, you should talk to someone. Promise you'll do that, okay?"

Kiyomi nodded "I promise... but what about the man?"

"Well, he lived like that for a long time until he met a lady who was," his eyes landed on you "... incomparable."

Your eyes flicked up at him and he saw the light in them immediately. In the few seconds of silence, you two exchanged a loving glance.

"What's incomparable?"

"It means that there's nothing else like her."

"Flowers?"

"Nope."

"Super Special Salad?"

He shook his head.

"Taiyaki?" you challenged him and he chuckled then shook his head once more "Nothing."

"She's warmer than the sun and softer than moonlight. If I tried to compare her to anything, I think it'd be quite rude... we can say.. she's magic and I can't imagine living in a world without magic."

"I like magic!" Kiyomi's eyes lit up "Uncle Gojo showed me a magic trick."

Your laughter filled the room and Nanami only smiled to himself. "Let's stay away from his magic tricks for now."

"Okay, continue with your story." your laughter died down.

"Anyway... a few years later, the man found that he couldn't live without the magic woman so he asked her to grow old with him and y'know what she said? She said yes."

"Was he still sad?"

"Hm... sometimes but being with her helps him... they're kind of like a quilt. He has these holes and pieces missing, but she comes in and fills it with a patch."

"Mommy, what's a quilt?"

"It's like a blanket," you caressed her cheeks as she started to blink slowly, giving in to sleep.

"Papa, why'd you tell that story?" she rubbed her eyes.

"I kind of like it. Did I bore you?"

He glanced down at her then noticed the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her lashes unmoving as she slept soundly.

"It was a great story. Even if it wasn't a fairytale." You looked at your husband and cupped his cheek.

"Who said it was a story?" his eyes gazed into yours, skin growing hot from your tender touch. The remark made your breath hitch, you were stunned by his words. He placed his hand over yours, never breaking your gaze. The Look of Love fails short when describing the emotion that resided in his face. Yes. his hazel eyes were warm. A soft smile permanently stuck on his face... yet, there was something more. You'd felt it in the way he squeezed your hand. The silent "thank you" for simply existing and making everything better.