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𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Logan Howlett x reader

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summary | with no threshold for pain, logan finds that losing control with you is easier, triggering a thirst that is insatiable.

author's note | um.......yeah idk. i have no excuse and while i still write predominately for pedge boys i had to. i couldn't help it. am i sorry? no. is this insane? a little. special thanks to @ovaryacted, @pr0ximamidnight & @wannab-urs for being the best and reading this over

content warning | 18+ smut, written with x-men (2000)!logan in mind, mutant!reader, established relationship, hand kink (and sensitivity), pain kink, blood kink, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), exchange of bodily fluids (yes its bl*od), mentions of exhibitionism, also kinda body worship, this turned out way kinkier than it was supposed to be

word count —2.2k

Logan was never soft, but he’s learned to smooth out his sharp edges for you.

And while he was never shy, he wasn’t always open about his claws slipping out near climax when things got a little too out of control or his mind would slip, bordering into that animalistic ferocity he sometimes drifted into when he was more desperate.

Just a touch, a lick, a press of his skin against yours and he’d haul you onto whatever surface was close by and rail you into a near amnesic state of consciousness. It made you feel like you were floating, allowing his superhuman strength to lift you up and off to bed, spending most of those nights in his room rather than your own.

You weren’t a thing, it had never been established. But, Logan has grown comfortable, familiar, and he was appreciative of it, even if he didn’t show it. It came with the kisses when you slipped into his room after heavy training evenings or a night where he just needed some entertainment, something to keep him occupied. 

He liked your company even if it was never spoken aloud. 

The signs came when you would scoot away on the couch to give him space when you both would drift into meaningless conversation that would in turn mold into you, in his lap after a soft tug and a complacent smirk on his face.

You’ve grown fond of him, his wittiness and unrestrained personality that was often subdued under a dark, brooding facade, his body too—strong, chiseled arms and a well-defined chest. He was big, everywhere. All-consuming and just bordering on the edge of too much. But, it was his hands that really pulled you in.

Thumbs pressing beyond swollen lips as you run the surface of your tongue against his skin, an aid to muffle the whimpers that slip beyond your lips when you’re trying to be quiet—when Logan needs you quiet, teetering on a dangerous line of exhibitionism if you keep it up.

Or the length of his hands squeezing against your hips, pulling you back to meet his thighs as his cock spears you open, his palm often finding on your lower back as he presses you further into the mattress, ass angled up as best you could manage when he was rutting himself into you like he was in heat—gruff, wet pants of a gradually building high against your skin that drove you wild. 

His claws have slipped out a few times—your headboard remained the proof as he’d rid himself of his own long ago, deep but thick holes in the wood that you’re almost positive continued into the drywall. He’s ruined a pillow or two, but there was a surge of excitement that came along with it. 

The sound of them as they slip beyond his skin, not even the slightest grimace on his face as it happens, ultimately taken by his pleasure in overdrive, the action always registers half a second too late.

 Thankfully, you’ve come to sense it well.

You always know just where to touch—what drives him wild and extracts the feral nature in him and what softens his steely regard. Touches along his jaw pull him in, lips pressing against the spot on you mirroring your fingers on him. 

Sometimes it’s nails digging into his indestructible skin, irritated and swollen marks that would fade as quickly as they appeared, no use in drawing blood as it never spilled.

But, the soft and intriguing sounds that slip as you run your fingers along his forearm are something you take note of over time—occasionally just a tickle that he shrugs away with a soft chuckle, slipping his hand between your bodies to play with your clit, leaving him just out of reach as he circles that sensitive bundle of nerves, urging your eyes to stay on him, with him.

He’s always good at talking you through, gentle words of encouragement married with tight, guttural groans as his cock sinks into you, a hand at your thigh to keep you spread open, his gaze always wandering down to marvel at the sight of you and him and you take him so well—he’s told you a million times over by now.

Occasionally his hands will make a slow crawl to your shoulders or your neck, curling around the muscle and cradling you, like an anchor for himself. Your own fingers spread over his grip, right along the ridge of his knuckles. 

At first he tensed, his hands slipping away in a hurry to grip another part of your body, lower, deeper—disconnecting helped and even if he had learned to control the urge to a degree, there was always a chance.

Logan wasn’t oblivious to your own regenerative healing—not entirely indestructible, although the lack of pain receptors made you a viable asset for a plethora of things but being on the other end of a spar with him was still nothing to take lightly, a man of challenge himself, you weren’t leaving that fight without a couple knicks and cuts even though as soon as they appeared, they were then non-existent.

Physically, you were a challenge, nothing for people to underestimate. The perfect torture device, the ideal punching bag. You've learned to subdue the emotion and the mental toll it took, but with Logan, there was an openness to be vulnerable, knowing that you needed the pain just as much as it often displeased you.

Where Logan fears worry and shame, you find the care and curiosity in soothing the spots where his claws tear through, a gentle squeeze of your fingers in the spaces between his knuckles, a kiss to each one and down his wrist, a show of affection while your eyes never leave his own.

Sometimes you did it absently, on the couch while you both drifted to sleep after a long day or during a movie that you’ve thrown on to distract Logan from his own mind—some days he just needed you around in whatever form you had to offer.

There wasn’t a single part of him you didn’t admire and one night, like tonight, things reach culmination and Logan slips.

—

His mouth waters at the sight of you on your back, pussy on full display and your thighs spread wide under his grip as his cock sinks deep and pulls out, right to the tip before he’s drilling himself back inside of you, fingers twisting into the sheets so hard they often rip, eyes drifting close as your head keens back in overwhelming pleasure.

“Bub, eyes on me,” Logan coaxes, his fingers curling around the top of your thighs as they squeeze, keeping you apart and open, pliant under his touch, “keep ‘em on me.”

He hips still, waiting, watching—you peek your eyes open with a shy smile that is met with a smirk, his eyes brimming with warmth, nodding as you listen.

 “Right there, that’s good.”

You roll your eyes fondly, a flutter of your lashes as he pushes inside of you unexpectedly, a sharp and wild snap of his hips that pulls a surprised gasp from your chest, squeezing instinctively around him in response—again and again as your thighs press further and further in until he’s nearly at your chest, his knuckles grazing the underside of your breasts and you beg, tongue wetting your bottom lip as you speak.

“Don’t—please don’t hold back,” you plead—to some degree, he always did, shared mutant powers aside there was always a deep need in Logan’s psyche to protect and inadvertently to shield, “all of it—want all of you.”

As to seal the words with truth, your fingers slide over his hands gripped tightly at your thighs, keeping them still as your feet curl around the back of his thighs and pull him in. Deeper, tighter. Logan chuckles at the motion, almost taunting. There was a sensitivity to the spot where his claws pushed through, a warning of what was to come and like all the other softer, more receptive parts of him, the touch surges a sense of hot, angry need through his entire body.

Easy, his eyes read.

“I like it,” you admit with a gentle swirl of your hips to bring him back, followed by the slow angle and snap in response, “—lose control a little, Logan. Let it out.”

“That part of me—“ Logan begs, but there’s a quiet noise of disapproval from you, your eyes softer as you admire him.

“Is part of you,” you remind him, “and I—“ like an absolute menace, he penetrates hard, rubbing the sensitive swell of muscle inside of you that makes you dizzy, “fuck—I don’t need you to hide yourself.”

Logan goes quiet, contemplating but observant as his hands squeeze against the sound of surprise you make as he grazes your g-spot, a fist pressing against his groin that flattens out into your palm, feeling the flex of his muscles as he works himself inside of you.

“I wanna feel it, I need it to hurt,” You beg, his brows drawing in—pensive for a half-second before you can see the flip of a switch in his head, “you can lose control with me, Logan.”

He practically vibrates as the growl emits from his chest, watching his hands squeeze impossibly tighter before his claws are our, unsheathed before you and you can’t help but smile, a millimeter from splicing through skin that could never keep the memory of it and you run your finger along the base, the slight flicker of discomfort in his face that fades as you began to move against him again.

There was something about pain, that stinging feeling of a wound as the adamantium sliced through you, along the swell of your ribs and breasts, a trickle of blood falling from the cut before it disappeared—and instinctively, Logan’s hand settle away as he leans in and swipes the blood away with his tongue, eyes locked on your own and you quiver, mouth opening in a silent gasp.

He moans at the taste, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the action and to make matters worse, he speaks, blood on his tongue and teeth, “M’pretty sure she tastes even sweeter.”

His eyes flick toward your cunt, a whimper in protest at the loss of his cock as he slips out of you and sinks to his stomach in one fluid motion, his slick covered cock ruining your sheets as he drives his tongue inside of you, nose pressed against your clit as he satisfies the loss of him with more, claws dragging dangerously close to your hips, the tips of his claws pressing into the skin.

His tongue drags up to you clit, lapping up the mix of sweet slick and his own, your hands pressing over top of his to force the sharp edge deeper, slicing through your skin until you feel yourself on the verge of passing out, a small pool of blood gathering at your pelvis.

Your own fingers drag through the thick crimson, spreading it over his waiting mouth as he grins, a perfect picture of greed and pleasure as he dives back into your cunt, a hurried and overwhelming pace against your clit driving you over the edge within seconds, your orgasm crashing toward you far faster than you’re expecting as you cry out, hips lifting from the bed but not without a fight, Logan’s grip pressing you down into mattress to clean you up.

All of you.

He rises with a grin, brutish but charming as he kisses you, tasting yourself on him as your own blood smears your lips, giggling softly into his mouth.

“Inside,” Logan already knows, fist curling around his cock as he slips back inside of you, “—oh fuck, Lo—“

“Greedy girl,” He admonishes amorously and returns his hurried pace, claws sinking into your pillows and mattress, a sorry that would come later for the action but you needed him now, “gonna let me fill you full, huh?”

You nod jerkily, forehead pressed tight against his own as he huffs into your open mouth, a mingling of sacred noises between each other as his hips falter, a broken gasp falling from his lips as he snaps his hips once before he’s buried to the hilt, coming deep inside you cunt.

His claws retract synonymous with his climax as he settles against his now bare fists before he’s falling onto his back with a huff, looking like a fucked-out mess with his hair even more askew than it always it, blood drying at the corner of his mouth as you roll onto your stomach and grab for his hand, pressing a kiss to each knuckle with a soft smile, figuring you must be quiet the sight yourself.

“You have to stop worrying, Logan,” you remind him gently, dropping his hand to move closer, his arm extending and pressing against your back as you curl into him, your fingers tracing along his jaw as you speak to him, “that you’re going to scare me away.”

“You still have time to run,” He jokes lightly, but there’s a tinge of sadness to his tone and you shake your head with a quickly developing smirk.

“Only if you’re chasing after me,” You challenge, leaning forward to nip at his jaw, surprised when he returns the action as he buries his pith against your throat, rolling you onto your back with a laugh that bursts from your chest.

“That can be arranged, bub,” He promises, nosing himself into the sensitive spot behind your ear, “I’d sniff you out in seconds, anyways.”

-

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[ramp-it-up]

Knock You Down

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down.

Word count: less than 2K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts. Part II is already in the queue and will be posted on Friday, 10/11.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, Bucky the player, wild thoughts, kisses on the hand and the cheek. No sex!

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"Won't see it coming when it happens. But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now."

Bucky always scoffed at Steve’s advice. He and Sam never understood his solitary bachelorhood and his one night stand lifestyle.

The truth was, he hadn’t met anyone who held his interest enough to warrant a second date, much less anything beyond one casual hookup. So, he never made promises that he couldn’t keep, and most women said they were down for that. 

Even if they were lying to themselves.

At 42, James Buchanan Barnes was too dedicated to his business, ostensibly as an art dealer, for a serious relationship. The truth was that he dealt in many things, and that was why his business needed so much attention. 

His life and everyone’s around him depended on it. 

Bucky Barnes wasn’t going to get caught slipping.

In love or in business.

—---

The first time you met James Buchanan Barnes, on what you thought would be a random Monday afternoon, he appraised you in a way that shook you to the core, those ocean blue eyes looking into your soul. You felt as if he were evaluating a piece of art as he gazed at you across his desk. 

You couldn’t know that he felt the exact same way. 

His eyes never strayed from your face as he shook your hand, but he’d noticed every bit of you as you entered his gallery, Rebirth. You were more stunning than any piece of art that he’d ever curated in the space.

While nothing like his normal type, you made Bucky feel as if he’d been so wrong about so much in his life the moment you entered his orbit. He had to get to know you to find what he’d been missing.

This afternoon you were a sight to behold and serving body. Although you were covered from neck to shin in an elegant sheath dress, the high, wrapped waist was giving all of your bounteous curves up to whoever glanced at you. And you had heads turning.

Steve, Sam, and even Natasha craned their necks to watch you as you entered Bucky’s office. And he could have sworn that Nat’s neck was at a 90 degree angle as she watched you leave her desk just outside his door.

You were fine as hell.

Bucky was entranced by dreams of handling your curves and making you smile at him forever.

As Bucky dreamed, you admired the man in front of you. Tall, dark, and handsome, Barnes wasn’t a young man, but the gray in his beard and the crinkles around his eyes made him that much more attractive. 

Even more attractive than in the paparazzi pics of him with various young models and actresses of the moment, waifs and ingénues with whom he was never photographed twice.

You just knew you were safe from any advances from him.

You thought.

“Enchanté, Ms. Y/LN. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Bucky lowered his head as he greeted you, a slight bow and extended his hand to his desk. You noticed the tattoo that started on his hand and seemed to go up his sleeve and went in the direction he pointed.

"You know, you are quite tenacious. I don’t take many meetings with potential buyers. But all of my people told me that I should.”

The silk of his voice, the unexpected tenor of it, and the way he took your hand made you shiver at the aura of experience that he gave off.

The word Daddy floated around in your mind for a moment until he invited you to sit.

You had to concentrate on the business at hand, that of negotiating for a piece of art for the Art and Culture Center in Brownsville, of which you were the director. The purchase was made possible by benefactors to commemorate a deceased Brownsville artist who became famous, then forgotten, during the Harlem Renaissance.

“You’ve made it past Ms. Romanoff, my gallerist, Mr. Wilson, my business manager, and Mr. Rogers, my gallery director, Ms. Y/LN. What makes you think that I’m going to give you a different answer? Letting that piece go for the price you’ve proposed is not a good business move.”

“You can’t afford to miss out on this opportunity, Mr. Barnes. Yes, you will be taking a loss on the artwork, but you will be on the ground floor of a major rediscovery. You will be known as one of the few who helped to resurrect the brilliance of the artist Howard Benson. You can be the Alice Walker to his Zora Neale Hurston.”

And that is when Bucky leaned back in his chair, astounded at your shrewd calculation.

“I love the way your mind works, Ms. Y/LN.”

You smiled and settled back into your chair, causing Bucky to shift in his chair. He wanted to be buried in you. He appraised and decided that he liked the pout that changed your lips almost as much as the smile that initially greeted him when he replied, “But that price is still unacceptable.”

You raised an adorable eyebrow at him and rose to the challenge that he lay at your feet ready to tangle with the inimitable James Barnes. The conversation stretched from early afternoon to dinner time, making you suspect that Barnes was drawing it out for some reason. You matched him, point for point, until it was dark. But he yielded no ground.

The conversation was intellectual foreplay: art history, sociology, american politics. And it was the most stimulated you’d been in a while. 

You could do this all night.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down. There were several text messages and emails lighting up your screen. You’d been in deep with Barnes for hours. It was after 6 pm. It seemed like only minutes. You noticed that it was only you and Bucky left in the gallery and rose to excuse yourself, albeit reluctantly.

“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you so long. I’m sure that you must have plans.”

You’d done your research and you knew that there was probably someone little more than half Barnes’ age waiting for him. When you searched social media, there was a sighting or spotted every month or so of Bucky and a young, beautiful woman.

You reached for your coat, but Bucky was behind you in seconds, taking it from you and helping you put it on. You shivered at his breath at your throat and his hands on your collarbone as he draped the lapels over your neck. His deep chuckle made your stomach flip. He saw right through you.

“No one is waiting for me but my cat, Alpine. How about you, Ms. YLN? Anyone waiting for you in Brownsville?”

“Not tonight. No.”

Why in the world were you doing the sultry whisper thing? This man didn’t want you. 

Did he?

You cleared your throat and you felt dizzy when you looked up and saw how close he was standing to you. Those eyes and the smile that graced his handsome face had you warm, but the way he licked his lips had you spiraling.

Bucky pushed down a mild sense of panic that someone might be expecting you some other night, but that was irrational. Competition never ever entered his mind when he talked to other women. 

What was happening here?

“Well I would consider myself extremely fortunate and would be honored if we could continue this conversation over dinner.”

—-

The way James Barnes turned your meeting into a dinner date had your head spinning, but the wonderful conversation and easy, light hearted banter eased your mind. As soon as the first course was served at your table at dinner at Bohemian, he agreed to your initial price.

From there, once the terms were settled, the conversation turned to more personal questions, each of you sharing the stories of your life in your town, his childhood in Romania, your childhood in Brooklyn, and lots of funny stories.

At one point early in the night, Bucky stopped you from calling him Mr. Barnes.

“Please. Call me James. Or you could call me Bucky. My Friends call me Bucky. For my middle name, Buchanan. Bucky is short for Buchanan.”

Bucky found himself rambling. He had not been this nervous in a while.

You looked at him quizzically. At that moment, he would give you anything you were about to ask of him.

“Do you have a lot of friends? I mean, do a lot of people call you Bucky?“

Godamn, the husk in your voice, those lips, those eyes. Everything about you was about to set him on fire.

“I have a few who are in my close circle. Natasha, Steve, Sam. They and a very few others call me Bucky. Most people I speak with call me Mr. Barnes...”

You nodded slowly, licking your lips, making Bucky feel it in his cock.

“Then I will call you James.”

He got your subtle meaning. You wanted to be different. 

And you were. So very different.

After almost five hours of the best conversation and laughter, he proposed another time for you two to meet before the week was up, on Friday. He had made it clear at dinner that now that business was concluded that he wanted to spend time with you.

Friday night would be a date, the second one at his insistence.

You debated that fact as his driver took you home, even up until he walked you to the door of your brownstone.

He leaned against your doorframe and checked you out as you retrieved your keys from your purse. When you turned and caught him looking, you gasped, causing him to straighten up and move toward you, eyes dilated.

“It will be our second date,” you conceded.

Bucky’s mouth curled into a smirk as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth. Your soul burned as he pressed his lips to your palm. It was like the hint of a drug in your veins and you wanted so much more.

“What made you change your mind?”

That voice. Did you have a voice kink? Good lord.

You flushed, both at the images that were racing through your mind, and at the arbitrary three date rule you’d made up a while ago. Why was that again?

You cleared your throat.

“Because of the way you are looking at me, James. And the fact that you just kissed me.”

“Is this a kiss?”

“Ummhmmmm.”

You hummed as Bucky raised his eyebrow and your hand again. This time, he brushed his lips against your wrist and inhaled the perfume lingering there. You were about to melt.

Bucky didn’t even know what he was doing. The next step in his mind was to open his mouth and consume you, but he opened his eyes and spied you looking at him in that way, and he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want this to be like all of his other conquests.

He straightened up, but didn’t let go of your hand, entangling your fingers together. 

“You are correct, Y/N. In my mind, this is a date. I am interested in you, for more than just your taste in art. I hope that this is the first date of many.”

You were bowled over at his straightforwardness. It was not what you were used to. This was a man, not a boy in mens clothing.

“I appreciate your honesty, James.”

You went on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering on the black and grey stubble so close to his lips. You turned around, giving him a view of your backside as you opened your door.

“And your ambition.”

You gave him that smile again with a wink, and your “Goodnight, James,” floated up to him on cloud nine.

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Part II here.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

fixation

words: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, reader has an oral fixation

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“baby i’m running out to the store real quick, do you want anything?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he walks through the living room where you’ve been for the past hour, book splayed open in your lap.

“a sucker please? cherry or strawberry preferably.” you answer, only half paying attention to your boyfriend as your eyes continue to skim over the text.

“sure thing baby.” rafe says, tucking his wallet into his back pocket before heading out.

time flies as you get engrossed in your book, barely feeling like you’re reading and more that you’re inside of the book, part of the story.

“i didn’t know which kind, so i kinda got a bunch.” rafes voice makes you jump, not even realizing that he had returned from the store as he dumps a bag of suckers on the couch cushion next to you. your eyes widen at the 10 different kinds he brought back for you. you eye the group and then pick out your favorite, but really you didn’t dislike any of them.

“thank you rafey.” you hum, accepting his kiss when he leans down and presses one to your lips.

“i’m gonna head to the gym out back, since you’re still reading. you need anything else?” rafe asks, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek. you’re so unlike any other girl he has gone for in the past, but it’s why he loves you so much. you are smart, but so innocent when it comes to certain things and he loves to teach you and bring out your wilder side.

“i’m good, thank you.” you say again, pressing another kiss to his lips before rafe is out the back door. you’re surprised how quiet tanneyhill is today, but you’ve learned for the most part that all the members of the cameron family spend their days elsewhere, with eloise and sarah still in school, and ward and rose working most of the day away.

you unwrap your sucker before returning your attention to the book, feeling so much calmer now that you have something in your mouth. you reach the climax of the book, fingers rapidly turning the page until you get to the resolution, and then ultimately the end of the book.

you take a deep breath, letting in all that air you were holding from when the dramatic scenes were unfolding before setting the book onto the coffee table. you turn to pick up another sucker before realizing that you had subconsciously kept getting more, and you now only had one left, the rest reduced to white sticks.

you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment even though no one is around, cleaning up your mess quickly but still unwrapping the sucker and sticking it in your mouth. you are just about to head out the gym, converted with weight machines and mirrors from a shed in the backyard, when rafe reenters.

“finished your book?” rafe asks, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

“mhm.” you nod. “it was really good, i’m gonna rate it 4 stars on storygraph later.” 

“glad you liked it baby.” rafe comes up and kisses your cheek, considering your mouth is still occupied by the cherry sucker. “if you want to put the rest of the suckers in the candy cabinet, you can.” rafe says, referring to the one cabinet in the cameron home stocked full with junk food, from chocolate to greasy chips.

“i- um…” you trail off before pressing your lips together.

“what?” rafe asks, a slight smile on his lips, loving when you get flustered like this.

“i kinda ate them all. i didn’t even realize i just kept sucking.” you shrug, averting your gaze from rafe, so you miss the smirk that comes to his face.

--

“does anyone want any gum?” kelce asks, opening up the package and taking a piece for himself.

“oh my god, me!” you say, reaching out when kelce offers one to you, a slight look of confusion on the desperation in your voice as you stick the minty gum into your mouth and begin to chew. 

“i’ve been going crazy not having something in my mouth.” you say, turning your attention to rafe as kelce refocuses on the game. you’re not the biggest basketball fan, you find it entertaining enough to always agree when rafes asks you if you want to come with him and the boys, but you don’t understand most of the calls the refs make and the loud screaming from the crowd hurts your ears.

“you’re so precious, baby.” rafe says, pressing a few kisses to your cheek, leaving you to scrunch your eyebrows together, not sure what you did to gain that reaction but certainly not complaining.

you crunch the gum between your teeth, much happier now that you can focus on that and drown out some of the noise as you lean into rafe, his arm moving to be placed securely around your shoulders, up until the game comes down to a final shot, whipped from halfcourt towards the basket as the timer counts down, the ball ultimately swishing through the rim, making the entire crowd jump to their feet as the team gets the buzzer beater.

“that was exciting!” you tell rafe as you head out of the building, your hand encapsulated in his. “thanks for letting me along on boys night.” you call to topper and kelce.

“happy to have you.” topper says with a friendly smile, making rafe tighten his grip on your hand slightly.

--

“do we have any popsicles?” you ask, fanning your face with your hand, the bright sun beating down on the boat.

“yeah, should be in the cooler in back.” rafe says, gesturing towards the back of the yacht as he continues to steer the boat to the place he wants to anchor for the day to fish.

“mmkay thanks.” you say, getting up off the captains bench, where you always sat with rafe so he could keep a close eye on you while he also paid attention to the water in front of him. “you want one?” “nah, thanks though baby.” rafe glances away for a moment to look at you, his eyes soft. “hurry back though.” you smile, knowing he’s only being so strict with you because he loves you. you rush to the back of the boat, digging into the cooler for a red popsicle before returning to take your place next to rafe.

“are you too hot? you should drink water too.” rafe says, placing one hand on your thigh while he steers the boat with the other.

“nah, just wanted something cool in my mouth.” you say, too focused on the sun glimmering off the water in front of you to notice that rafe has to readjust himself in his shorts.

“gonna try this spot first.” rafe says, slowing the boat to a stop. you get up and move to where you know he’s going to fish from. you used to offer to help anchor, but you know rafe would never let you get your hands dirty.

“are you good princess?” rafe asks once everything is done, fishing pole and tackle box in hand.

“all good.” you nod, already having gotten a second popsicle from the cooler.

--

“what is it?” rafe asks.

“huh?” you question, taking your thumb out of your mouth that you didn’t even realize you were sucking on until rafe spoke up.

“you keep sucking on your fingers and you’ve got that look in your eyes. are you nervous for something, doll?” rafe asks, his voice soft and genuine.

“midsummers.” you pout, making rafe tilt his head to the side. he’s such a confident man, especially in social situations. he’s charming and outgoing, meanwhile you prefer to keep to yourself and watch things from afar, but it’s impossible with rafe, he’s always the center of attention in any room, like all the lights shine on him.

“i’m gonna be with you the whole time.” rafe says, not even having to ask why you’d be nervous for the big party.

“i know, i still hate the idea of all those eyes on me.” you shudder, sticking your thumb back into your mouth to provide some comfort.

“if you need to leave, we can leave after making an appearance.” rafe says, knowing he’d get shit for not sticking around longer, but he doesn’t care, you come first, always.

“thanks rafey.” you say, slightly muffled by your thumb in your mouth.

“i love you, baby.” rafe leans in, pressing a kiss to your jaw before pulling you onto his lap, letting you relax against him, eyes fluttering close as the sucking on your thumb eventually slows as you fall to sleep curled up in his arms.

--

“can we stop and get some gum? or a sucker?” you ask rafe, hands nervously twitching in your lap.

“baby, we are on a tight schedule we can’t be making stops for candy.” rafe says with a sigh, wishing he could accommodate you, but he knew he’d be in a rush ever since he stayed in bed this morning for an extra fifteen minutes to cuddle and kiss you.

“barry is late all the time, i don’t even know why you have to be on time to meet him.” you complain.

“don’t be a brat.” rafe says, already stressed out. sure, barry is often late, but rafe has different expectations of himself, and if he says he’s going to meet barry at a certain time, you can be damn sure that he will be there on time, if not five minutes early.

you cross your arms over your chest, not bothering to hide your annoyance from your boyfriend.

“here, you just wanna suck on something, go ahead and suck on my finger.” rafe says, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while he shoves his finger towards your mouth.

you would say no, but that really is all you want, so you pull your knees up to your chest and rest rafes wrist against your knees, sticking his finger into your mouth, moaning slightly around it at the pure relief of having something to focus on while rafe speeds down the backroads.

you suck on his finger, swirl your tongue around it, even gently press your teeth down on it, all while rafe sits there, cock swelling in his jeans while he wishes it to stay down, not needing to greet barry with a hard on, especially when you’re so blissfully unaware of the effect your mouth is having on him.

“alright we are almost there.” rafe says, making you whine when he takes his hand away, again reaching down to adjust his crotch, not sure how much longer he can put up with this.

--

“can we go to the store and buy a sucker? or maybe get some ice cream?” you ask, hands pawing at rafes chest as you lay in bed.

“come on, i just wanna stay here all day.” rafe says with a yawn. you were both up late partying, but you were getting bored of just sitting in bed all day, even if you do like being pressed up against your boyfriend.

“give me your fingers again then.” you reach out for his hand, but rafe snatches it away.

“i have something else you can suck on.” rafe says, making your head quirk to the side, inquisitive.

“you trust me, right?” rafe says, which you of course eagerly nod to. you trust rafe more than anyone else, so when he raises his hips and lowers his sweatpants down his legs before kicking them off to the floor, you don’t feel the same nervousness that you usually do.

“you want me to… give you head?” you swallow thickly. “i told you i’ve never done it before.” you’ve had sex with rafe before, but the focus was always on you, how he could bring your body to pleasure, how he fit inside of you.

“i know, but you’re always wanting to suck on something.” rafe shrugs. “might as well suck on my dick. besides, i’ll teach you.”

“o-okay.” you nod, eyes flicking between meeting rafes gaze and his length, clearly obvious and straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“now, i’m already hard just because i always am being around you, but why don’t you explore a bit with your mouth over my underwear, hm?” rafe says. you nod, figuring the best thing to do if you felt nervous was following his directions, afterall, he hasn’t led you astray in the past.

you slide down the bed until you’re laid on your stomach between his legs. you start with kisses around his underwear, before planting one on his length, kissing down the shaft until you reach where you presume his head is. you flick your tongue out, giving an experimental lick that makes rafe moan, so you double down on your effort, pushing your tongue against the fabric, creating a wet spot.

“that-that feels really good.” rafe says, his voice so breathless, causing you to look up at him, his eyes glazed over with lust.

you take matters into your own hand upon seeing how turned on you’re making him. you always let him finger you, or eat you out, or fuck you to orgasm, but you’ve never done the same to him in return, mostly because you are inexperienced. so, you pull his underwear down suddenly, allowing his cock to spring up.

you don’t give yourself any time to feel insecure as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, making rafe curse and bring a hand down to grip your hair, but he doesn’t shove you down, knowing you’re not ready for that and will move at your own pace.

you rub your tongue against him, surprised by how much you like the taste as you try to move your mouth down some, to take more of him. you succeed for the most part until you have to pull off to take a breath.

“baby, when i cum you can pull off that way it doesn’t go all in your mouth.” rafe says, wanting to warn you now before he gets too wrapped up in the feeling of your warm tongue to forget his words.

“and what if i want you all in my mouth?” you question, sinking your lips around him again, trying to go deeper again before you start to suck, having had lots of practice with your suckers and popsicles. you may have never given head before, but you know to keep your teeth away from his sensitive skin, so you hope that means you’re doing a good job.

“breathe thr-fuck. breathe through your nose, baby, it’ll help.” rafe says, reminding you. you give a hum around his length in acknowledgement, making rafe let out another curse.

you try it again, sucking and then humming, sucking and then humming, and clearly from the look on rafes face, he likes the vibrations on his cock. 

you pull off after a minutes, licking around the base of his cock and slowly moving up, wanting to taste every inch of him. you get back to the head and notice he’s leaking slightly out of his tip, which you quickly dart up with your tongue, making rafes hips raise up, pushing his cock against your tongue.

“you’re so fucking good at this.” rafe moans, one hand still gripping your hair while the other is fisted in the bedsheets, trying his best to hold back from shoving your head down onto his cock and fucking your mouth.

“i’ve got lots of practice with sucking things.” you giggle before taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head as you suck, flicking your tongue over his head every time you pull back.

you decide again to try to take more of him into his mouth now that you’ve gotten more comfortable, but you swear rafe has swelled as you can’t take nearly as much as before.

“baby-i-close-i-” rafe stutters out, pushing your lips further, causing his cock to push into your throat as he releases to your tongue softly licking his length even you gag.

you feel rafe release, thick ropes of cum lining your insides as you swallow down repeatedly until he’s dry, completely milked free of cum. you pull off with a cough, rafes hands dropping limply to his sides.

“god, your mouth is amazing.” rafe moans.

you smile at the praise, glowing under his words. you look to the cock in front of you, now softening against his thigh.

“can we do that again?” you ask, quirking your head to the side.

“absolutely.” rafe nods. “once i recover. why don’t we get you a sucker until i can get hard again?”

[asunflowerana]

𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭

summary: usual grocery day with your husband

with: bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, sakusa kyoomi and osamu miya.

n/a: brought this one from my old blog, one of my favorites. I'm thinking about making a part 2 with more hq boys, I personally enjoy imagining them dealing with grocery with me 😂. hope you guys enjoy!

⊛ bokuto koutaro

a child inside a full-grow 190cm male body, that's what he is. The fact that he still pouts whenever you remind him that "no, you can't get inside the cart baby, you won't fit" proves the point. But besides his childish mood, he can turn your time shopping a lot funnier.

he does cart races, searches for lower prices like hunting a treasure, throw his hands in the air when he finds his favorite snacks and cackles at every single brand with a silly name. He's a total dork, but his excitement is so endearing that you cannot help but absorb it. It's actually sweet, the way he lightly takes a domestic duty. He's also helpful, willingly carrying the bags to the car, and storing the groceries later at home.

he yearns to stay close to you, so even if his both hands are grabbing the cart handle, at least some arm-brushing will happen. He'll feel pretty lost if you both need to part ways through the market, but it's cute how he beams when you guys find each other later.

favorite section: breakfast food section (he's addicted to cereal), and meat section.

what you usually hear from him: "babe, can we buy this?"

⊛ oikawa tooru

if there's something Tooru doesn't look forward to, is grocery day. He even tried to wipe it off the fridge calendar a few times before, but you're too good to be fooled. "the Santos already ordered by delivery, why can't we do the same?" and he always uses the neighbor's card to try to convince you, whining like his teenager version would.

but one way or another, you always get him to go. If he's in a bad mood, he'll probably sulk in the beginning, lazily riding the cart while sighing every two minutes 'cause this is a total "waste of time". But as the shopping proceeds, he gets used to it, even forgetting what he was so grumpy about when a product catches his attention. With some subtle kisses and a small treat, you can even get a smile out of him. 

He likes to wrap his arm around your back or keep you close by the waist. Not having you there with him it's the worst thing it could happen, so he needs to make sure you stay by his side (also because he simply likes holding you).

favorite section: checkouts (not a surprise), and cosmetics section (he can spend a good amount of time selecting body products).

what you usually hear from him: "are we done?"; "baby, I need your help. This one, or this one?".

⊛ sakusa kiyoomi

He's the one looking forward to this day. He gets uneasy when things run out in the house, so going shopping is almost necessary for his peace of mind. What he doesn't look forward to, though, is dealing with people at the supermarket. Most precisely, the lines, but let's not talk about it to not ruin the mood.

he's very selective, taking whatever time he has to inspect and be sure of the products, in case it isn't a common choice of yours. He appreciates being aware of what you are consuming, not only for being an athlete but because he cares about your health. He likes to share what he's been learning from the team's nutritionist, but he is not a dictator: if you want to treat yourself to some tasty sweets or snacks, he won't get in the way. He'll even join the party.

He'll offer his arm for you to wrap your own, or hold hands. He's grateful to have your company, so he'll cherish it as much as he can. He's also very protective if the place or the lines are too crowned, keeping you by his side and holding you close with his arm.

favorite section: cleaning products (you have no idea how relieved he gets when he goes there).

what you usually hear from him: "I know you want it. Go ahead, put in the cart"; "tsc, they always put the gloves way back there"; "these stupid lines. Again."

⊛ osamu miya

The king of groceries. He's used to doing this two, or three times a week, and it never gets boring. The experience has made him smarter about where and when it is best to buy, plus he has a good eye when it comes to product quality and price. So yeah, you have almost nothing to worry about when Osamu Miya is your grocery partner. Almost.

He's very chill and helpful while shopping, but you better keep a good eye on the cart: it'll get filled to the brim in one minute. When Osamu likes something, he makes a point of buying as much as he can. Once, he filled almost three entire carts, and half of one was just from rice bags. Someone might think you have a whole volleyball team as a family with the amount of food he wants to take home.

Hands on your back, shoulder, waist, any free space he has to keep you close to him – and he'll keep it there the whole time. Touch is one of his love languages, so there's no way he won't keep in contact with you.

favorite section: fruit and vegetables section, and bakery section (he loves the smell of fresh ingredients).

what you usually hear from him: "sweetheart, just one more. It'll be the last, I promise"; "hope Tsum doesn't visit us today"

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[svtiddiess]

Moonlight

Synopsis: Under the moonlight, you feel at peace, knowing that no matter where you go, Jeonghan will always find you.

Pairing: Jeonghan x gn!reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, fluff, established relationship

Rating: sfw

Word count: 820

Warnings: none!

Note: And with that, the 2024 season comes to an end! Thank you all so much for your love and support this year! I look forward to continuing to write fics in the coming year. See you in 2025!

Thank you always to my second favourite menace @tusswrites for beta reading and helping me with the synopsis!

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Red.

That's all that you're seeing at the moment. Red. Hot. Anger. It washes over you, blinds you. You're screaming, you think, but you can't really tell. It feels like your head is underwater—everything's muffled.

In front of you is your boyfriend, Jeonghan, who also seems to be very upset. At what? You don't know. The both of you don't, but here you are, screaming your head off at him whilst he retaliates with soft but stern words.

"I'm leaving," you announce, your chest heaving. Where? You're not sure; you just need to get away from him and everything. That's exactly what you do: you turn around and leave—your legs aimlessly bringing you to your unknown destination.

You're not great at handling problems. Whenever one arises, you tend to avoid it rather than confront it, retreating to your corner and hoping it will resolve itself. But life rarely works out that way, doesn't it? You’ve learned the hard way that running from your problems doesn’t make them disappear—it only makes them worse. They linger, growing in the background until they eventually explode in your face. You’ve tried to break this habit, and with Jeonghan’s help, you are starting to make progress. But as they say, old habits die hard.

And that’s how you ended up here, riding the train back to your hometown, Busan. You’re not even sure how or when you got on—it’s all been a blur, and it still is. You feel…hollow. Your mind is empty; blank. No emotions, no thoughts, just nothing. The scenery outside the window blurs together into a shapeless mesh of colours. The world feels dull and lifeless; everything that once seemed vibrant now looks dead and bland.

"This stop is Busan. This stop is Busan," the announcement jolts you out of your daze. With a sigh, you stand up and step off the train.

You take a deep breath, letting your body relax as the familiar air of your hometown fills your lungs. With no destination in mind, you start walking aimlessly through the bustling city, taking in both familiar and unfamiliar sights. It always amazes you how something about the city changes every time you return. A shop you used to visit might be gone, replaced by something new. The park might be renovated, with fresh equipment giving children even more to play with. Yet, there are constants that remain unchanged—the towering buildings reaching for the sky, the salty sea breeze, and the rhythmic crash of ocean waves. These are the things that take you back to your younger self.

You curl your toes, feeling the sand clump together beneath your bare feet. Somehow, your legs have carried you back to a familiar place—the beach you loved as a child. The cool waves crash against your feet as the salty sea breeze caresses your face. Your gaze drifts to the endless horizon, where the sun kisses the ocean, painting the sky in a breathtaking blend of orange and yellow. It looks like a masterpiece on a canvas.

You’ve always preferred sunsets over sunrises. There’s something captivating about the vivid shades of orange, yellow, and even pink that fill the sky—it never fails to mesmerise you. Sunsets mark the end of the day, a moment of closure after the struggle and effort of the hours before. While not everyone gets to see the sunrise, the sunset is a gift shared by all. And with the sunset comes the promise of the moon. The night sky, illuminated by the moon and scattered with stars, is something you could stare at for hours.

With a sigh, you take a few steps back and sit down, pulling your knees to your chest as you wrap your arms around them. You’re not sure how much time has passed when you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. A figure settles down beside you, mirroring your posture. You don’t need to look—you already know who it is. It’s the person you lashed out at before coming here, Jeonghan.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath, letting the salty ocean air fill your lungs. The two of you sit in silence, staring out at the sea, the rhythmic sound of the waves filling the space between you.

"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" He whispers, breaking the silence.

"Hm."

"No matter how far you go, even to the ends of the earth, I will always find you."

"Hm."

Silence.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"I'm sorry too," he whispers.

A small smile creeps onto both of your faces. There’s no need for words—you already know what the other wants to say. That’s why you’ve always found solace in Jeonghan. He’s your sunset at the end of a long day. Your constant.

The moon looks a little brighter today with Jeonghan by your side.

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[amirasainz]

I’m obsessed with this blog so much!!!

What about amira was bored and decided to bake the grid baked good, save to say they are more in love or adore her more

OK.. sooo.... the Pierre and Kika part turned kind of smutty (I loved writing it). I hope you enjoy reading and let me know if you have any requests.

-XoXo

I like you, have a cupcake🧁

It truly was a scene out of a fairytale. Amira, dressed in a beautiful green gown with matching makeup, carried a basket brimming with Ferrari cupcakes. Little did most people know that her true passion lay in baking.

With an exuberant grin, she entered the paddock and spotted Lewis and Fernando. Skipping over to them, she called out, “Lew-Lew, Nando. Guess what?” The two men exchanged grins, eagerly asking, “What?” Amira proudly presented her cupcakes: one adorned with a tiny racing helmet for Nando and another shaped like a car for Lewis. Their awe was palpable as they stared at her creations. “Go on, try them,” she urged, nervously playing with her hair.

After the first bite, the two world champions showered her with praise. With kisses on their cheeks, Amira sought out her other friends. Max, Key, and little P were next. P, with her innocent curiosity, asked, “Aunty Ami, what’s in your basket?” Amira replied, maintaining a serious tone, “Well, my lovely gato, this magical basket holds cupcakes for you, your Mama, and your Papa.”

Kelly and Max, overhearing the sweet exchange, approached. Max hugged Amira tightly, while Kelly planted a brief kiss on her forehead. As she distributed the cupcakes, they all savored the magical treats. Max leaned down to Penelope’s height and whispered, “At least one of your Mamas can bake.” making him share a meaningful glance with Kelly.

After a sweet goodbye and a promise for dinner this weekend Amira ran to Kika and Pierre. Before she could run too far, a pair of strong arms picked her up from the ground. She immediately realised who it was. "Pierre, let me down" she laughed. Kika and Pierre were giggling with her, immediately crowding her against the wall. The two of them really had no limit. After sharing two kisses with Kika and Pierre on the lips, because according to them this is how close friends greeted each other in France and Portugal, she told them a bit breathless about her creation. "Oh Babygirl, you are truly an angel" whispered Pierre in her ear while Kika slowly kissed her neck. Pierre took a bit of the cupcake cream, smeared it on Amiras lips and kissed it off of them. "Mmmmhhh, amazing" he whispered. He held the cupcakes up for Kika, who did the exact same thing. While Kika was cleaning Amira from any excess creme (kissing her breathless) Pierre brushed his hands over her body and kissed her temple.

Before the situation could escalate anymore, the little group got interrupted from Pierre team principal. "You know, babgirl. If you come over to us tonight, Pierre and I can show you the real way to use whipped cream in the bed" Kika said to her with a predatory glint in her eyes. "The real way?" asked Amira naively. "Ohh amour, we have a lot of learning to do."

Amira, having settled down from her playful escapade with Pierre and Kika, continued distributing cupcakes. As she encountered George, Alex, Lily, and Carmen, she offered each of them a sweet treat along with a warm hug, saying, “One for you.” Lily couldn’t help but exclaim, “This girl is too good for this world,” a sentiment echoed by the other three.

Amira followed the same approach when giving Oscar and Lando their cupcakes. However, the two papaya drivers weren’t willing to let her go so easily. They convinced her to play a round of Monopoly, which was really just an excuse to keep her company.

As for Carlos and Charles, after the race, they discovered picture-perfect cupcakes waiting in their drivers’ room. Attached were two heartfelt notes. If the two of them shed a few tears after reading Amira’s encouraging messages, well, that was their little secret.

[softlymaximoff]

The Sun, Moon and Stars

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— A/N: NO ONE DIES DONT WORRY, I’m sorry this took so long to get out, but here it is xx

— Summary: without your sun, the moon could only do so much until she herself was pleading for the warmth of her lover to return.

— Characters: WandaNat x Reader

— Warnings: ANGST, shutting Nat out, missing Wanda hours

— Word Count: 2.5k

Natasha wasn’t a sad person. She didn’t dwell upon the little things or throw a pity party when things didn’t go her way. She was a woman of confidence and bravery. Yet when you caught her staring at the empty picture frame in the living room, your heart shattered just a little bit more.

She didn’t do it often, nor did you point it out when she did. There would be a communal group gathering and she’d just be staring subtly at the mantelpiece holding the frame. It used to be a selfie of you three on one of your monthly picnic dates about a year ago and now the witch was no where to be found. Fury had sent her on a mission, a mission so risky that absolutely no contact was to be made.

After four months Natasha was having doubts of her beautiful girlfriend returning and it was the start of her downfall. You could see it, you could feel it. She was empty, those beautiful green eyes that you adored became dull and grey. You tried to be there for her, you really did. You snuggled with her on days she couldn’t sleep, you’d kiss her temples the way Wanda would, you even learned Wanda’s Sokovian lullabies to ease the redhead’s nightmares.

But she just pushed you further and further away. Wanda was the glue, she was the one who nurtured your insecurities and built a loving and safe space for you three to share them. Now there was nothing left. The training room became Natasha’s sanctum, the punching bags and the ring as her desired therapy. Nobody could drag her out of there, not even the wounded look on your face when she ignored your pleas to come back to bed.

It was coming into the fifth month of the mission and the Russian looked like a completely different person. Her eyes were sunken in, her cheeks hollowed out just that little more and her hair was always in a jagged plait rather than her usual neat braid. Clearly a sign of self neglect. “Tasha” your voice echoed softly throughout the training room as you sat in the ring and watched her work out. “I’m busy” she replied monotonously and hit a harder punch in the training bag. “Okay” you whispered as you just sat there.

You weren’t gonna leave her alone to her thoughts, especially not at this ungodly hour of the morning. The least you could do is be in her presence. Just being around her was enough for you. After a few minutes of staring hopelessly at her you sighed and leant back so you were lying flat on the training mats. What would Wanda say about Natasha? Would they have a big argument again? Would they be better off without your contribution to the relationship? Did they really need you or were you just an extra? Were you the reason they were stressed so much?

You didn’t realise you were actually crying until you felt a few tears run along the sides of your face tickling your cheeks. Not wanting to alert your already pent up girlfriend, you muffled a quiet sniffle in the sleeve of your hoodie, Wanda’s hoodie. With a quick glance towards Natasha, you hoped she hadn’t heard it and by the subtle lip bite she did, you knew she was aware. So you quietly got up from the training mats and cast one more look at your Natty before leaving the room with a heavy sigh ghosting your shadow.

You longed for Wanda, your other heart, your sun, your security. The three of you had a running theme that Wanda was the sun, Nat was the moon and you were the stars but lately the warmth from your sun was getting just a little more foreign with every passing day Wanda was not home. For the moon, she was just as beautiful but when she refused to guide you in the dark while her lover was absent, you felt lost and neglected. So with the well rehearsed routine of shutting out until you were hiding away in a pile of Wanda’s clothing, you kept a brave face and scampered to your shared room.

Letting your body fall into the false security of a hug you broke, body wracking with silenced sobs and suppressed hiccups. It didn’t take long for your body to physically exhaust itself as you cried your way into a restless slumber. The small ballet inspired alarm clock read 4:37am and only then did Natasha return to bed, wordlessly slipping in behind you as her own silent tears hit the back of your neck. Being the big spoon was always her thing, she could protect you even in your sleep yet at the same time be her most vulnerable self without fear of judgement. “We need you Wanda, I need you moy lyubov” she whispered into the crook of your neck and bit her lip to try and silence her pleas.

Hours passed and the two of you stayed asleep, Natasha subconsciously waking up in a panicked state every few hours but you were pretty much dead to the world. With that being said, you were surprisingly awake properly before Natasha was. The spy instinctively gripped your body in her sleep when you tried to get up to go to the bathroom so you had to think relatively quick. You weaved one of Wanda’s hoodies between your bodies and gave a sad smile when the red head let out a small whimper at the familiar smell. It honestly broke your heart to see her so broken and vulnerable. Where the hell was your Wanda.

Your feet padded along the compound floorboards as you made yourself home in the kitchen, routinely making the early riser’s coffees and sticking them in the fridge with little post it notes, something you had picked up from Wanda. God you missed her. You took your lukewarm mug and sat yourself on the small ledge of the windowsill in the lounge room, watching as the world came to life. A few deer in the open training fields complimenting the dewy morning glow on the grass. The sound of the fridge opening made your ears perk up but you refused to turn around, your demeanour too close to crumbling for it to be exposed. It was Kate, she settled herself opposite you and wordlessly joined you in observing the fields. The silence was comfortable, for once. “She’ll be back” the young archer whispered in the chill air as she grabbed your hand.

“How can you be sure, it’s been months” your voice trembled as you took in a shaky breath and squeezed her hand in an act of desperation. “She’s Wanda” Kate mumbled and pulled you in for a hug, your cries finally escaping into her comfort. You were tired, so tired and you were losing all hope. She held you until your cries gently subsided into nothing but hiccups and ragged breaths. Clint was the next one to make themselves known as he rummaged around in the fridge and sat on the sofa, clearly waiting for Kate to escape your grip to train with him. Makes sense as to why Kate was up so early, the girl could sleep for years if she wanted to.

“Sorry Katie, sorry Clint I’ll give her back” you chuckled embarrassedly swiping at your reddened cheeks as you completely pulled away from the younger avenger. “Do you want to come with us? Maybe get your mind off it all?” Clint offered empathetically and you nodded your head bashfully. Taking one last sip of your coffee before gathering up all the dishes to put them in the sink, following them out shortly after. Maybe it was a good idea. Unbeknownst to you Natasha had seen the whole thing from the end of the hallway, too angry at herself to make a sound. She should have been the one comforting you, not her teammates. If she had just put her stupid emotions aside she could be the one being strong for the two of you.

When you were well out of sight she made her way into the kitchen grabbing her breakfast and sitting criss cross at the table. She peeled the post it notes off her cold breakfast bowl gently and coffee mug, putting them in her sleep short pockets. She had kept them, all five months worth of your silly little post it notes to have some sense of Wanda with her. She was almost finished her breakfast when Yelena came into the kitchen, Kate’s old band tee hanging off her shoulder and a pair of her boxers. “Put some clothes on cytka, it’s 8am” Natasha grumbled and Yelena just flipped her off, snatching a strawberry of her sister’s bowl.

“Any news on Wanda?” She asked softly when she got comfortable opposite of Nat. “No” the redhead sighed and dropped her spoon, now just playing with her oats and fruit bowl. “She’ll be home soon sestra, I promise” the blonde moved to stand beside her sister and the older widow turned into her letting a few tears slip out. Yelena hadn’t seen Nat cry much, only one time when she accidentally tore a muscle in her already scarred left shoulder and another when she lost her arrow necklace this one time. “It’s so hard Lena, I need my Wanda” Natasha pleaded into her sisters embrace and Yelena struggled to hold back her own tears. Her sister was broken. Truly broken.

The siblings kept their small comforts until Yelena physically felt Nats heart rate slow down a little, kissing her head to mimic how their mother used to when they were little. “Pain only makes you stronger Natty, you’re the strongest person I know after Mama” Yelena mumbled and her sister just sighed deeply before pulling away from the hug, sniffling into her sleeve. “Thank you Lena, Kate’s training with Clint in the shooting range if you want to see her before your debrief meeting this morning” the older widow informed and Yelena said her thanks before scampering her way in that direction. She’d never admit it but she was whipped for the archer.

Natasha sat at the table for a while, clearing her bowl early on and the woman just sat there. She pulled her knees up and hugged them, the smell of Wanda’s hoodie reeling her into a false sense of familiarity as she buried her head in her knees. “Please come home” she whispered into the soft fabric, her pleas falling on deaf ears as the kitchen held a sorrowful silence. Something deep inside her belly decided to lead her to the communal record player and throw on a vinyl that the three of you would listen to when you were missing one. She skipped training that day and just sat by the record player all day, flipping through albums of artists that made her think of Wanda. That’s where you found her by noon. Two empty coffee cups and a half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich next to her as company.

With a soft look in your eyes, you decided to let her be, for once she wasn’t overworking herself and was showing some emotion. You weren’t about to interrupt her and make her shut off again. So you found your way into one of Tony’s smaller labs and busied yourself with some new suit mechanics, after all you could do with a new upgrade. You lost track of time pretty easily as you were drowning in new ways for functions to work stealthily into your suit that when FRIDAY alerted you with a time break you flinched. “I’m afraid Mr Stark has is now locking up this room. Your time stamp in Novo-Electrics presents at 4:38:30h. Do you wish to finish up your suit mechanics in your remaining 7 minutes or shall I save your work for next time?” The A.I politely informed you and you asked to save until next time.

You gathered up your plannings on the scrap material paper and put them back in your design folder, securing the instructions with tape on the front page so you wouldn’t forget next time. “Thank you FRIDAY, you can lock up now, can you also let Tony know that he’s got stupid rules” you rolled your eyes at the billionaire’s rules. He always made sure every room has a time limit and an hourly digital check up on your health so no one was spending their life in one room.

You stepped around the compound quietly as it was currently dinner time and you didn't necessarily want to be around people who weren't Wanda. You were almost at your room when a sneaky blonde grabbed your arm and pulled you into her own room. "Yelena wha-" "Quiet, listen to me" she whispered in a hush and you furrowed your brows as she sat you down on her bed. "Please try and talk to Natasha, she doesn't say much but her eyes say it all. Please don't give up on my sister" her russian accent sounding vulnerable and soft instead of her ususal rough and intimidating accent.

"I'm not giving up on her, not now not ever. She's all I have left, I can't lose her too" you looked down and tried to hide the way those words stung. Yelena just sighed and pulled you in for a gentle but firm hug. "She'll be back, trust me" her hope for Wanda really made you want to believe but there had been no contact for so long that hope was a foreign concept.

"Lena dinner is- oh sorry" Natasha trailed off in an awkward stutter as she saw you sitting on Yelena's bed with tear stained cheeks. "No no uh its okay, I'll just be in my room I'll eat later" you rushed out and started to escape the room but Nat's quick grip on your upper forearm made you freeze. "Have dinner with us, with me" she whispered in a strained voice and those damn green eyes clouded over ever so slightly. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude" you looked down and fumbled your hands in your sleeves, hitching your breath when Nat tilted your chin back up.

"You've never been an intruder, not now or with Wanda here. Your still ours moya lyubov" "Yours. She's gone Nat 100%" you crumbled in her arms. Yelena slipped out of the room and into the dining room to let you have your space and you couldn't have felt more foolish. You were missing Wanda heavily as was Natasha. You needed her but the Widow needed you. "Please don't shut me out my love, I need you too please. I need you" Nat's voice broke and in that moment, so did your heart.

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single dad chan x single reader, #13? pls c:

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     Chan never knew if he was going to date again after his last relationship. Especially with a kid. But he knew he had to try when he met Y/n. She had just moved into his building and he’d run into her when grabbing a package. And his daughter, ever the extrovert, decided she needed a new friend.

     Which turned into his daughter asking Y/n to help her braid her hair for a sleepover with her cousins and uncle— something her Uncle Felix and her had planned when his daughter blabbed “Daddy thinks our new neighbor is pretty” to the younger Aussie. 

     So now Y/n was sitting on the couch with Chan watching over her shoulder, trying to learn how the hell to do a Dutch braid. “Do you have a boyfriend?” 

     “Nali Bang,” Chan replied to his daughter’s question while Y/n laughed with the little girl

     “No. I don’t have a boyfriend,” Y/n smiled, finishing the braid and tying it

     “You and Daddy should go on a date,” Nali said and both adults looked at each other, blushing a little as the doorbell rang. “Uncle Felix!”

     Nali ran to the door and her dad followed while Y/n cleaned up the hair supplies. She heard a little conversation as she packed her things before she heard Nali telling bye to her. Y/n responded as the door closed. 

     “Thank you for helping with her hair. And I’m sorry about that,” Chan said sheepishly 

     “You’re welcome and don’t worry about it. She’s five, kids say stuff,” Y/n laughed 

     “Yeah,” Chan sighed

     “But I’m free the rest of the night.”

     “Are you asking me on a date?” Chan smiled 

     “No. Just stating I have free time.”

     The two looked at each other and then laughed. “Well, I'm free too. Wanna go out with me?” Chan said

     That’s how it went for almost four months. Nali would spend time with her cousins when they were free or with her mom and Y/n and Chan would go on a date. They hadn’t told the little girl yet since nothing was serious yet.

     “Does Nali’s mom know you're seeing me?” Y/n asked as they were walking back to the building from their dinner and movie

     “She does. Nali I guess talked her ear off about you after we first met so she asked about you. At the time we were just neighbors but after our second date, I told her that we were seeing each other. Why?”

     “Just thinking. I don’t want her to be blindsided and think I'm trying to replace her…”

     “I’ve made her aware but I can always ask if you guys want to meet and talk,” Chan offered as they turned into their building and made their way to Chan’s unit 

      “You think we’re that serious? For me to meet her mom and be another mom for Nali?”

      “Yeah. Nali’s mom and I agreed a long time ago we work better as friends so nothing was left of the relationship. She’s seen other people and I’ve met them before Nali has. Just didn’t work that way for us but she’s been supportive of us so far.”

     “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you really like me.” Y/n giggled 

     “I do, a lot,” Chan admitted 

     The two laughed as they got to Chan’s floor. He took out his keys and opened the door. He let her in first and the two kicked off their shoes and hung up their things. 

     Y/n walked to his living room with him following before veering to the kitchen. Chan came back with a couple of wine glasses and a bottle as Y/n turned his TV on, a little tradition now for them.

      Chan set the items on the table and wrapped his arms around her before she could sit. Y/n smiled and rested her arms around his shoulders

     “Stay over tonight?” Chan offered, “Or the weekend.”

     “Lonely without someone else here.”

     “Yeah. Especially you.”

     "Are you implying that you want to kiss me?" 

      “I hope I’m implying a lot more than just kissing you.”

     Y/n smiled and pulled him closer. Chan met her halfway and pressed his lips to hers. Y/n melted into his lips as he held her as close as he could. Their lips moved in sync before Chan maneuvered them onto the couch. Pressing her down to the seats and hands moving down to her hips. Pressing them together as his tongue poked at the seal of their lips. 

     Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue found its way into her mouth and tangled with hers. Y/n moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. Chan smiled into their kiss, moving his hands to the back of her thighs. He pulled away from her lips after a few more moments.

     “I like you like this,” Chan smiled

     “Like what?” Y/n asked

     “Under me.”

     “Stop flirting and fuck me.”

     Chan laughed and sat up, tossing off his shirt as she did the same. The two stripping themselves before both of them were on each other again. Chan pushed two fingers into her as their lips reconnected. Catching the moan that left her throat and swallowing the sound as he stretched her out with his fingers.

     “Chan,” Y/n moaned as he moved down to kiss her neck.

     Chan hummed in response, lips leaving kisses along her neck. Listening to her beg and plead with him to fuck her. Chan smiled at her eagerness and continued working her open just a bit longer before her begging finally got to him and he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fuck,” Chan groaned as he pulled his finger out of her. He pulled away from her neck and looked down between their legs; guiding himself into her. Y/n moaned as he slid into her, holding onto him as he split her open.

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned as he slowly started thrusting in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb

     “Feel good baby?” Chan asked, “Doing so good for me.”

     “Deeper, please Channie,” Y/n moaned

     “Soon baby, promise.” Chan said

     Y/n moaned. Slowly Chan worked himself deeper into her. Her legs wrapping around his waist tighter as his pace increased. Chan sat up a bit and supported himself by holding onto the armrest behind her. Y/n tried biting back her moans as their hips met, trying not to be to loud and Chan didn’t get a noise complaint later. Even though Chan didn’t care and was high on hearing her moans. 

     Her walls clenching around him made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Rubbing her clit as his hips rolled into hers. “Close Channie.”

     “Yeah? Gonna make a mess for me?”

     Y/n could only nodded, her orgasm was closer than she thought. A few more thrusts later and her back was arching off the sofa as her jaw dropped. Chan fucked her through it. Making sure she was finished before he pulled out and jerked himself to the finish line. His cum landing on her stomach.

     Silence took over the two, just their breathing and the TV playing in the back. Chan kissed her forehead before getting up and grabbing a towel from his bathroom, cleaning her up before sitting her up and pulling her onto his lap. Y/n smiled as she rested his head against his chest. “Be my girlfriend?” Chan asked as he held her clothes

      “I’d love too.” Y/n replied

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[ordowrites]

Can I request something Diluc x wife/husband reader scenario?? Pretty please. Domestic routine at the end of the day (cuddling and kissing)👉🏻👈🏻🥺

hello! certainly. i love myself some fluff!

cw: established relationship, gn!reader, domesticity, fluff, mdni, minors dni, blank and empty blogs dni, flirting, mild insinuations, domesticity as intimacy.

He is so pretty, you think as you watch him move about the room, his muscles taught and stretching as he slowly strips out of his day clothes, every inch of his skin revealed to you like a gift unwrapped every single night. Of course, you don't tell him this out loud because he will fluster and get a bit shy, clearing his throat and push the compliment right back at you without even a second thought.

You think it's cute that he gets shy when he's compliment, it's a far cry from the man he presents himself to be.

"Want me to brush your hair before you go to bed?" You ask from where you sit on the bed, book in your lap and candlelight flickering on your skin.

The groan he releases as he stretches makes you bite your lower lip a bit. This man.

Diluc grabs the brush from the vanity, you meet his eyes within the reflection as he picks it up and strides back towards you. You both know that he can certainly do his own hair, but it's something you've come to love doing, morning and night, because of how soft and thick his hair is, how he seems to relax and let down his guard.

And it also allows you to admire his muscles and scars up close.

When he quietly presents the brush to you, he sits down and you maneuver so you're sitting behind him, on the edge of the bed and slowly start to run the brush through his hair. It's a quiet affair, one that feels so deeply intimate yet not quite. Despite how in love the two of you are, it had taken him quite a long time to get used to you touching him.

Once you're done with that, you run his fingers through the soft strands, massaging his scalp, working it into a braid for the night. The whole thing takes longer than it should, but he doesn't say anything and you don't quite want to stop. Afterwards, he climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you close and presses his lips against yours.

One kiss to your lips and more follow, along your cheeks, forehead, and a few bites down your neck. Of course, you're not one to only just take and take, you kiss back. Gently, gingerly, sweetly - you tease sometimes.

Beneath his shell, you have learned, is a man starved for affection and attention. And you're happy to give all those things and more to him.

"Good night, my love." He breathes against your ear, breath hot and tickling.

"Good night, Diluc."

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||HouseOfWax!Mingi and Jongho

Pairing: Mingi x Reader x Jongho

WC: 7.0k

Warnings: DARK THEME, MeanDom!Jongho, Switch(Sub Leaning)!Mingi, Sub!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Wax Play, 3Sum, Anal, Clit Play, Choking, Spit, Oral, Rough Sex, Cum Eating, Spit Roasting, Biting, Double Penetration, Name Calling, Nipple Play, San Gets Choked Out🫣, Squirting, It’s A lot Going On In This Fic🤪, So If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀!

A/N: Yall we only got one more fic after this one, and Slashtober will be over😭, I swear it feels like October flew by! This one is a longggg fic, I swear this year I got so carried away! Soon I will most likely be moving to AO3🫣, still love tumblr but I do wanna explore more angsty/dark smut type of fics. Something more around the theme of Slashtober and things like that and I don’t think tumblr is the place to be doing that, I’ll definitely still post here but not as often. With that being said, sorry this fic is so long, hope yall enjoy🖤!

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NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI!!!!

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“I told you this was a bad idea.” You groan out, kicking the tire to the car that was now broken down on the road. Rolling his eyes Sam makes his way over to you, holding your hands in his tight grip before pulling your knuckles to his lips giving them a reassuring kiss.

“I promise you we are going to be okay, I’m going to get it fixed.” He says, voice muffled by your hands. Letting out a defeated sigh you groan in frustration before snatching your hands out of Sans hold.

“Pussywhipped.” Wooyoung whispers to Yunho who elbows him in the chest, side eyeing him before looking at you and San with a big smile. While Wooyoung is doubled over in pain. Gathering all the items you can carry you all make your way into the small town. Looking for any place that was open, a big motel sign catches all of your eyes. While you toss San your bag you and Woo make a beeline for the motel. As you all enter you are greeted by a man whose feet are kicked up. His eyes linger on you for a split second, when your eyes meet his it’s like time stops. You can hear the blood rushing through your body, fingertips tingling with nerves. Tapping your shoulder San tossed his arm around you, bringing you close. Whispering to you how all of you are going to bunk right next door to each other. Nodding you follow behind San, a tight lipped smile on your face before you look back at the man at the counter who is eyeing you up while you walk away. With a smirk on his face he messages Mingi, letting him know they have fresh bodies in town.

~

The first few days were rough. You had learned a lot about the small town, how Jongho and his brother Mingi mainly ran it. You had grown close within the first couple of days of being there, your first run in with Mingi was quite tough but you learned to love the gentle giant a lot. They were good to you, while San was practically ripping his hair out that your small group had been stranded there for about a week, you were off having the time of your life

~

He shuffles into the corner, a mask covering his huge figure. Covered in sweat, with dried wax on his hands.

“Hey…hey…it’s okay.” You say softly, trying to make the scared man reassured you aren’t here to hurt him. How could someone so big, and frightening be so fragile..?

“I’m Y/N…” you say with a smile on your face. Pointing to the area behind you..

“My car broke down a couple miles back, and I stumbled upon this museum.” You say matter of factly. The large man still cowers behind certain figures.

“My boy….friend…” you say lowly, hesitating before you continue that you and your group of friends are stranded, how you know Jongho, and how he was the one who recommended this museum to you. As you walk around the museum you continue to talk to Mingi even though he’s practically crammed in the corner, nervous, picking at the hard wax on his fingers.

You walk close to the figures in the museum, bouncing around in amazement at how human-like they looked. Your fingers come up to almost brush over the figures before you drop your hand not wanting to ruin the art.

“This looks like the fashion designer for the brand No1likeme.” You whisper, getting closer to the figure. Your fingers twitch with temptation to touch it. You’ve never seen something look so realistic.

“Kim Hongjoong.” Mingi says quietly, his deep tone has you whipping around to look at him. How could someone so big and frightening be so delicate and scary.

Letting a small smile grace your face, your friendship began to blossom with both of the brothers. The need for wanting to leave the small town shrank less and less. As you and your relationship with the both of them was thriving, your relationship with San was on the rocks.

~

Each time you argued with San you would leave the hotel room, storming your way to the wax museum keeping Mingi company. One day in particular it got super bad between you and San, it was a full two weeks since you all had been there, and it felt like everything he did pissed you. San could blink your way and you’d be fuming.

“I’m convinced he’s fucking the car up even more.” San says to you, both of you standing on opposite sides of the bed. Arms folded over your chest you look at him like he’s grown three heads.

“Oh so now you are going to blame this on Jongho?” Letting out a chuckle in disbelief, you refuse to let him take the blame.

“Yes! I’m blaming it on him! Are you stuck on stupid or just that dumb?” He yells out, voice booming in the hotel room. Your eyes fill with tears, biting your lip, eyes sharpening at his poor choice of words.

“Fuck…” he whispers out, letting a hand slide over his face. Before letting out a huff..

“I didn’t mean that.” He whispers out, chaos is all that’s in this room you are suffocating here. You can’t stand to be around him, around these items. You need to breathe.

“I can’t do this.” You say through gritted teeth, soaking up your tears. You refuse to let him see you cry.

“I won’t do this.” Standing firm on your words you push past him. Practically shoving him as you march your way to the wax museum, eyes beginning to shed your tears. Letting out quiet huffs you are torn into a million pieces. As you march your way to go see Mingi and Jongho once more you let out a loud croak. Squatting down you begin to cry your eyes out, you haven’t heard from Wooyoung or Yunho in a couple of days. Convinced they left on foot, even they were tired of arguing with San. You wanted to be free, he was suffocating you. Standing up after your small crying fest, you wipe your tears. Continuing your small walk to the museum.

~

Letting out a frustrated yell, he knocks the old phone off of the dresser. Mentally cursing at himself, tossing his head up he is fuming with disappointment, rage. So many things take over his body. He is not this kind of man, the man who scares off his friends? His own girlfriend? This was not the Choi San everyone loved. While he is mid destruction of the room, he gets a knock on the motel room door. Hoping it’s you he flies to the door, flinging it open to be greeted by Jongho who is standing there with his hands tucked in his pockets with a smirk on his face. San cuts his eyes at the man in front of him.

“What do you want?” He grits out through clenched teeth, practically seething with anger. With a careless shrug of his shoulders, he doesn’t answer to San. Watch his neck redden with anger, as his lack of response lights a fire on the inside of him. He can feel it in his bones that Jongho is responsible for the bullshit that goes down in this small town. Stepping out of his hotel room he gets chest to chest with Jongho. Baring his teeth at him like he’s an animal.

“Stay the fuck away from me, and my girlfriend.” He grits out, poking Jongho in his chest as he makes sure to punctuate his sentence. Letting out a small click of his tongue Jongho shakes his head, he puffs his chest out bumping San back slightly.

“I can’t do that.” He says with a smirk on his face, before lunging forward at San, as they continue to wrestle each other in the doorway. Jongho gets San to the ground, refusing to go down without a fight, San tries to break out of Jonghos tight hold, maneuvering his body on top of Sans, he wraps an arm around his neck placing him in a chokehold. As San continues to try and get Jongho off of him, he squeezes his neck tighter. Practically pulling Sans upper body off of the ground to make it easier on himself to choke him, finally after a minute passes San doesn’t struggle. Letting his arm slip, Sans head bumps the floor, body laid out beneath him. Jongho gets off of him, sitting on the side of his body, covered in sweat and breathing heavily he lets out a dramatic sigh rolling his shoulder out. He checks Sans' pulse to make sure he’s still alive. Letting out a small whistle he feels his pulse bumping beneath his skin.

“Fucking hell.” Jongho breathes out, standing up he grabs Sans ankles before dragging him out to the car and placing him in the trunk. He pulls out his phone dialing Mingi who is too busy grabbing you a hot cup of tea. Picking up his phone he greets Jongho.

“How are things going?” Mingi whispers into the phone, making sure not to alert you, he looks back at you shooting you a smile before turning back around and pouring the hot liquid into a cup.

“How the fuck do you think things went!?” Jongho yells out through a heavy breath, panting as he wipes the sweat off his forehead.

“I’m assuming you had a fun time.” Mingi says through a smile. Rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. Jongho kicks a rock on the ground, frustrated at Mingis response.

“Next time you come out here and help! The motherfucker had the strength of the hulk. Plus he kicked me in the knee.” Jongho says, ending his sentence in a groan while he rubs his knee before getting back into the car.

“Want some tea?” He says happily. Gritting his teeth Jongho puts the phone down for one second before he picks it back up..

“Mingi, what is tea going to do for me?”

“A hot beverage could make anyone happy.” He says with a shrug in his tone..

“Hold on Jongho.” Turning to look back at you he places the phone to his shoulder..

“Two sugars?” He asks with a smile, nodding your head. You pick up another small cookie before placing it in your mouth. He drops two sugar cubes into the cup before picking the phone back up.

“Two sugars? Mingi asks into the phone speaker. He raises his eyebrow waiting for Jonghos response. Not answering, he stares straight out his windshield. Clearly annoyed at Mingis carelessness.

“I can still hear you breathing.” Mingi says in a sing-song voice.

“Just one.” Jongho mutters out quietly. Letting out a small cheer of glee, Mingi claps his hands before moving onto Jonghos cup of tea. Jongho cuts the phone line before starting the car and making his way back to the museum, letting out a groan as he makes his way down the road. Just knowing his knee was going to ache even worse later. Knowing he was going to have to move Sans body alone made him groan even louder. Letting out a loud sigh he continues his way down the empty street making sure to pull into the back of the museum. Not wanting to alert you that he had arrived he moves Sans body, placing him in the fridge. Before walking to the front of the museum entering through that entrance with a huff in his walk. He makes his way in, loud breaths fill the room. As he makes his way closer to you and Mingi he can hear your small laughter and banter between you both.

“She did not say that!” Mingi says in disbelief, placing his cup down onto the table. Leaning forward, eyes huge with shock. Letting out a small laugh you sip your tea, nodding your head.

“She did! Then she had the nerve to call me a bitch right afterwards!” You exclaim, grabbing another cookie while you place your tea cup down.

“All of this over a pair of jeans?” Mingi says, leaning forward clearly invested into the story.

“Yup, all over a pair of jeans. Those black Friday sales get crazy in those retail stores. So now I wait for Cyber Monday.” You say with a mouthful of cookie, Jongho makes his way to you and Mingi, pulling up a seat right next to you he plops down, letting out a loud sigh. Kicking his feet up, Mingi passes him his cup of tea. Taking it down in one shot he lets out a sigh before slamming the cup down onto the table. Cutting his eyes at him before he knocks his shoes off the table.

“Long day?” Mingi says through a smile before raising the cup to his lips.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jongho says, laying his head back on his chair. Letting out a small chuckle, Mingi looks at you. One thing Mingi loved to do continuously was get under Jonghos skin. It was a daily task for him.

“Hi Jongho.” You say politely, giving him a small smile as he turns his head towards the way you are sitting. Tea cup in your hands, warm smile gracing your face. Fuck, you shouldn’t look at him like that. Your warm face brushes the dust and cobwebs off of his heart, and makes his cock twitch slightly.

“Hello pretty girl.” He greets, voice gruff. There were so many layers to Jongho that he wasn’t willing to let anyone discover except Mingi. Lots of people passed through the town, but you were the one person he wanted to keep, not as a wax figure but as a lover. He knows Mingi felt the same exact way. Logically he knows that could never happen, if you were to find out about what it is they do, you’d run for the hills. With a warmth spreading through your body, you clench your legs together letting out a small giggle. You ask him how his day was turning your body slightly towards him so you could give him equal attention as you were giving Mingi.

“The big baby is fine.” Mingi says, eyes rolling as he sets down his cup. Letting out a loud dramatic sigh Jongho places his hand against his forehead like he’s dying, amping up the dramatics.

“I’m so frail.” He whispers out in a rough tone, letting out another loud sigh. You and Mingi begin to laugh, warming up with happiness. When you were with both of these men you would forget about every problem you had in the world. You were always in the moment with these two.

“I’m about to flatline.” He croaks out, placing another hand across his forehead dramatically, before he melts out of his chair, body hitting the floor with a thud, sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth.

You and Mingi stand up while laughing, making your way to Jonghos side of the table. Before you both squat down.

“Quickly Dr. Y/N! We are losing our patient!” Letting out a loud giggle, one that has you tossing your head back, Mingi and Jongho both look at you as your body shakes with laughter. Your face brightens up as your shoulders shake with joy. Placing your hands on your thighs you double over in laughter.

“You are the beautifulest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” Mingi says, eyes big with admiration. Jongho continues to look up at you, before flickering his eyes down to your skirt that’s riding up your legs by the second with each turn. Letting your laughter die down slowly, you wipe tears out of your eyes. Asking Mingi to repeat himself.

“I said you are beautiful.” Mingi replies slightly bashful, his cheeks flush a dark red before he stands up suddenly, swiftly making his way back to his wax room. His sudden change makes you slightly stand up, calling out to him. Your foot steps forward before you feel a rough hand grab you from below. Jongho grips your ankle lightly, before pulling himself off the floor. Getting one last longing look up your skirt

“I didn’t mean to upset him.” You say quietly, eyes prickling with tears. Heart heavy on your sleeve as your eyes continue staring at the exit Mingi left through.

“He's not upset, just a bit embarrassed.” Jongho says, brushing his clothes off. With a confused face you look at Jongho before looking back at the exit again.

“Why though? He didn’t say anything to be embarrassed about.” Looking at the side of your face before he grabs your wrist, pushing you against the side of the table swiftly, your eyes growing large at his sudden movements. His lips ghosting yours.

“You are a crybaby, you know that?” He says looking you directly in your eyes, his eyes flickering to your lips before he slides a knee between your legs. Hiking it up so it’s resting an inch below your clothed cunt. Skirt hiking up as he inches his knee closer and closer to you.

“I-I am not.” You moan out quietly, eyes boring up at Jongho, his stature while it isn’t as big as Mingis he still carried so much presence it felt like he was as big as the ceilings in the room.

“Yea you are.” He whispers out, bringing his face closer to yours. Noses bumping against each other. Breathing one another in, his dark eyes are pools of molasses. They are thick with emotions swirling in them, yet you can’t read Jongho. He’s hard to find, as to where Mingi is sheep in wolf's clothing. Hard looking on the outside, but inside he’s soft and warm. You feel at home with them, like this was meant to be. When you are with them San is long gone in your mind.

“You are my crybaby.” Jongho says brushing his knee over your clothed pussy, which is drenching the fabric that’s separating the two of you right now.

“You–your crybaby?” You stutter out through a moan, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans brush your pussy, your stomach churns with need.

“Yea, my crybaby.” He says while he speaks over your lips.

“You got a problem with that?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. Shaking your head no. He places a hand on your hip, dipping a thumb under your shirt to rub small circles into your skin.

“Answer me.” He tells you.

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.” You squeak out, voice coming out in a squeak as the rough padding of his thumb grazes your soft skin. A smile graces his face before he dips his head kissing you on the lips. Before pulling away slowly, your eyes flutter open at Jongho, a happy sigh leaves your mouth. Biting his lip he dives back in, other hand cupping the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. Both of your tongues dance against each other, your mouth is sweet. Tasting of the sugar cookies you and Mingi had been snacking on. As rough as Jongho is, he’s delicate while kissing you. His rough exterior makes up for his gentleness. Gripping your waist tightly, he begins to move your body back and forth on his knee. The rough scratch of the jeans nips your clit with each thrust forward. Making you let out a small yelp, cocking your head back as you begin to aid in moving your hips. Moving his lips to your neck he places small kisses on your skin, nipping at every other kiss he puts on you, inhaling your scent. You smell soft to him. Warm and gentle, two things that never blow through town. Letting out a small groan he rips himself away from you, your lips aimlessly chase him as he moves. Hand running through his dark hair. You look at him in confusion, as your eyes dance over him you notice the smaller patch on the fabric of his jeans. Body flushing with small embarrassment while your cunt clenches in anticipation.

“What’s wrong?” You ask clearly confused. Letting out a small groan, he turns around hiking you over his shoulder. Making his way towards Mingis wax room. You let out a small oomf as he walks with you, your skirt bouncing with each step he takes. As your hands try to lay the fabric down, he swipes at your hands, roughly slapping your ass before grabbing the fat of it. Letting out a small moan, you try to look at Jongho.

“This is a nice ass you got, pretty girl.” Jongho says while slapping the meat of your ass again, before flicking your skirt up. Grabbing it once more before biting the side of your ass. Letting out a small giggle your pussy clenches around nothing. Gripping the back of his shirt, as you enter a warm, humid room. Looking around you see stacks of wax. Small carving tools, matches. You must be in Mingis room. As you whip your head around looking for the large man. You see him sitting on a chair on the opposite side of a large table in the room. Peeling pieces of wax off of his hands. Looking up he gawks at you and Jongho. His cock coming alive at seeing your clothed ass on display for him to gawk at.

“Come here” Jongho tells Mingi, immediately standing up he makes his way over to where he’s standing before placing you on your feet before you are sandwiches between both men. Looking up at Mingi there is a twinkle in your eyes. His skin flushes with a noticeable red hue. Jongho pulls down the fabric of your skirt little by little. Bending down he whispers into your ear..

“Go on..” biting your lip you are at a loss for words as you feel Jongho begin to toy with back of your

skirt, snapping the fabric of your panties against your hip. He bumps your back before sandwiching you between him and Mingi.

“I’m sorry.” Mingi whispers out, eyes boring into yours. His eyes are trying to remain on your face but the way you are boring into his soul has his cock twitching. You can feel his hard length on your lower stomach pulsing. Biting his lip he leans down, warm breath on your lips before he looks back up at your eyes. Nodding your head he leans in to kiss you. His kiss is more feverish than Jonghos. It’s been so long since he’s been with a woman as pretty as you. Feeling his heart beat heavy when you are around, he can’t help but feel like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. His warm hands cup your face, body pushing harder against your front, making you bump into Jongho who has your skirt around your ankles. Dropping to his knees he takes your shoes off smoothly, while he spreads your thighs slowly, a wet patch of your panties comes into sight. Letting out a low moan he brushes his nose against the fabric inhaling your scent. You smell as lovely as you look, he pulls your panties down swiftly before licking a stripe from your pussy to your clit. Giving it a quick suck before standing up, moaning into Mingis mouth at Jonghos actions. He rips away from Mingi. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it behind him, before shoving you towards the metal table. Back hitting the warm surface, your eyes flutter up at him. Deepened with dark need you feel your cunt throb as both men tower over your half naked figure.

“Fuck..” Mingi whispers out, mesmerized by the way your pussy clenches around nothing. It’s glimmering with arousal, bringing two fingers down he spreads your puffy lips watching the stickiness stretch between your lips. You watch as both their cocks jump at the sight. Your body flushes with heat, letting you a small whine you hike your hips up into Mingis touch hoping he would aid in touching you even more. Letting out a small chuckle Jongho undoes his belt, letting it drop to the floor.

“Someone is an impatient slut.” He says getting closer, flicking his head, Mingi begins to undress. Pants flying off into the corner, he makes his way towards the front of the table as Jongho makes his way towards the back. Gripping your hips he turns you over, hands slamming down onto your hips to arch your ass in the air. As he smacks your soft flesh, your pussy lips spread as you arch further. Making him let out a whistle, he brings his mouth down, flicking his tongue out to swipe up your dripping cunt. Letting out a small moan, arching further into his mouth so you can feel him even more.

Mingi crawls on the table, heavy cock brushing against the soft skin of your face. His pre cum smears on your skin, taking his thumb he swipes it off before sticking his thumb in your mouth. The taste of him on your tongue has you slightly drooling. Grabbing his cock he rubs it against your cheeks again before he rubs it against your lower lip, opening your mouth you kitten lick the tip of it before taking it in your mouth, inch by inch. Standing up Jongho slaps his cock against your wet cunt, slicking it up before he teases your clit. Letting out a loud moan around Mingis cock before he slams into you, slamming you up onto Mingis cock. Jamming it down your throat you let out a loud whimper at the sudden stretch in your pussy and mouth. Grabbing the back of your head Jongho pushes you down farther on Mingis length til your nose is touching his pubes. Taking in the scent of him while you try your best to breathe through your nose. Mingi lets out a strangled moan swiping Jonghos hand away from the back of your head.

“J-Jongho, don’t be mean.” Mingi moans out, airiness to his voice as he pulls back slightly before beginning to slowly fuck your mouth. While Jongho stills in your cunt, not moving his hips yet. Mingi slaps his hand away once more.

“She likes this.” He says voice deep with a grunt, as he feels your cunt clench around him. Letting a smile crack onto his face.

“Yea, she loves this Mingi. You should feel the way she’s gripping my cock. Almost as if she doesn’t want me to leave this wet pussy.” He says pulling out all the way, your slick falls off his cock and onto the floor. Bringing a rough hand down, he slaps your cunt before entering you again. Your body arches deeper, the slight pain sends a jolt through your body, the throaty moans you are letting off around Mingis cock has him speeding his hips up. Your jaw feels tense as you are trying to stretch as wide as you can to accommodate his size. Mingi squeezes his eyes shut, as Jongho continues to degrade you, and the way you are sucking him in, with your warm tongue thrashing against his member he’s so close to the edge.

“Fu-fuck Jongho, you should feel the way she’s sucking me in her throat.” Mingi wheezes out, coming up to rub the top of your head before giving it a slight squeeze.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” Mingi says through a pant, his chest is rolling with beads of sweat. Opening your mouth you stick your tongue out. Slapping his heavy cock onto your tongue, he wraps his hand around his throbbing member, you watch it bob as he grabs it tightly. Fap, fap, fap is echoing around the hot room. With Jongho deep into your cunt, dragging his thick cock between your wet walls you feel the thick vein on the underside of him. Rubbing against your entrance with each thrust. Arms growing weaker by the second, you catch the tip of Mingis cock in your mouth giving it a quick slurp before rubbing your tongue between the slit slurping up the small dribbles of cum, before Mingi flings his head back, sweat flying from his hairline landing on your back as he moans out that he’s cumming. Taking him in your mouth once more you drink him down, the slightly salty taste takes over your taste buds. Your hands come up to grip Mingis thighs to help you remain stable, you can feel the muscles of his legs flexing, and shaking as his deep moans leave his mouth.

High pitched whines whistle through his pretty plump lips, giving him a couple more suck on his tip to make sure you’ve got all you can get from Mingi within this moment. Letting out a whine he jerks his hips back from your mouth before letting his ass hit the table. Legs practically vibrating as he sits there trying to catch his breath. Gripping your hips Jongho flips your body over, grabbing the front of your shirt he hikes it over your head, your breasts are crushed against one another in your bra. Letting out a groan at the feeling of him manhandling you. The dynamic difference between him and Mingi was like night and day. While Jongho appeared soft, and more approachable he was definitely rougher. Mingi was huge, voice deep and rich as the darkest nights, eyes sharp and cut. Yet he was so soft and gentle. Squishing your face between his fingers he strokes inside of you slowly but sharply. Making sure to hit every piece inside of you.

Your mouth falls open, air getting punched from your lungs with each stroke he gives you. Mingi crawls off of the table grabbing a pot that had been warming on the back burner in the room. You are too fixated on Jongho to notice Mingis absence. Making his way back he grabs one of the long knives on his shelf before cutting the middle of your bra. The sudden action has you letting out a mewl at the feeling of the cold metal on your hot, sweat covered skin has you seething, pussy clenching hard on Jongho whose hips stutter. Throwing the knife to the side, Mingi dips his hand in the hot wax before taking it out, letting the excess wax drip onto your body. The sting of the wax has you arching your back.

“Fu-fuck Mingi!” You moan loudly, the squelching of your cunt gets louder. Dipping his hand once more he lets the wax drip on your chest, making sure to hit each pebbled nipple. Your mouth drops open, a loud moan rips through your body. Jongho stills in your body, the wax bringing you enough euphoria to bring you to climax. Jongho dips his hand into the pot, using his other hand, taking two fingers to part your lip exposing your puffy clit to him. He drips the wax making sure to aim for your clit that was throbbing. The small sting has you hurtling forward. Crinkling the hardening wax on your skin, as they continue to cover you in it, Jongho peels off the hard wax on your clit. Stimulating it before cracking his hand down on it, and repeating the actions of the wax dripping. As you are now coated in small patches of wax. Jongho pulls out of you slapping your cunt harder.

The feeling of Mingi and the wax on your chest. While Jongho abuses your cunt his hand, and the wax has you screaming to them that you are cumming. Back arching completely off the table you grip the sides. Clear fluid shooting out of you, blowing small pieces of wax off of your cunt as you cum. Mingi drops the pot of wax in shock. The warm substance begins to harden almost immediately on the cool floor. Both men quickly drop to their knees trying to catch any liquid that’s squirting out of your cunt. Bringing his fingers up to strum at you clit, Mingi moans at the taste of you on his tongue. Jonghos eyes practically roll into the back of his head. As you are coming down from your high you bat Mingis fingers away. Tears fill your eyes at such an intense orgasm. Your heavy pants, mixed with the two men below you who are slurping your juices off of their fingers. Savoring you.

Mingi bends to pick you up, placing you over his shoulder. As he lifts you, you look up at Jongho whose cock is standing tall, red tip leaking with enormous amounts of pre cum. You realize he has not had the chance to cum yet, as Mingi goes to set you down on the floor. Jongho roughly turns you around on your wobbly legs. Pushing your bare back against Mingi who bumps into the wall behind him.

“I still haven’t cum yet, pretty girl.” He groans out, catching your lips in a kiss before he hikes one of your legs up on his waist, sandwiching you between him and Mingi. You feel two soft fingers come down and spread your dripping arousal to your asshole. Letting out a weak moan, you feel your stickiness begin to flood your cunt again. Spitting on his fingers to add extra moisture he dances his fingers along your asshole. Slipping one finger in at first, and adding another a minute later. A helpless whimper leaves your throat, while Mingi coos in your ear. Telling you to relax, and enjoy the feeling. Wanting to bask in the both of them you lean your head back against Mingi, as you feel his cock poking your hole. Before smoothly sliding himself in at the same time Jongho enters you.

Your mouth gapes open, a loud moan leaving you.

“Fu-Fuck!” You yell, one arm going to grab the back of Mingis head while the other is flung over Jonghos shoulder gripping the back of his neck. Your legs feel wobbly as you are on your tip toes trying to balance yourself. Hiking you up fully on his cock Jongho stills. Waiting for Mingi to catch his breath, with his head tilted back on the wall, chest heaving with the need for precious air, he croaks out to Jongho that he’s ready to move. You are sandwiched between both men, Mingis cock deep inside of your ass while Jongho is wall to wall in your dripping cunt that is anticipating this new high that you’ve never had before. Mingi moves his hips slowly, his cock dragging in the walls of your ass has you doubling over onto Jongho who is easily holding your body weight up. Mingi squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m not going to last long.” His deep voice croaks out, your tight ring squeezing his thick cock. Your grip on Mingis head tightens, making the giant man let out a breathy whimper making his hips stutter, pulling out his cock before sliding himself back in. Placing your head against Mingis shoulder you bring his face down to yours, locking lips with him. Your tongue dances in his mouth soaking in the flavor of him. Jongho takes this as a sign to begin moving, pulling out slightly before slamming his hips into yours. Cock thrusting deep inside you, pausing from your kiss you let out a loud moan, biting Mingis bottom lip roughly as he and Jongho begin to bounce off of each other. As Mingi pulls out of your ass, Jongho strokes forward, deep into your cunt. Your toes curl in the air as he holds you up. Pulling you from Mingi he squeezes your cheeks together before placing his lips on yours, this kiss was opposite from Mingis. Teeth bumping, heavy panting he needed to get his fix on you. Biting his lip, Mingi grips your hips pulling you back onto his cock as Jongho pulls out of your cunt. They can feel each of them coming and going, only being separated by your thin fleshy wall.

“Don’t forget about me now.” Jongho grunts into your mouth, beginning to pick up his speed in your cunt. He feels you clench around him, cracking a smile into your heated kiss. You moan loudly as Mingi begins to pick up his pace as well, beginning to move quicker than Jongho his hips become sloppy with each stroke. He reached his boiling point, knowing he wasn’t going to last any longer, he pulled your face back from Jongho, locking you in a feverish kiss, moaning in your mouth as his hips began to twitch. As Mingi begins to whine and cry that he’s going to cum, and can’t hold out much longer Jongho peels off some of the hardened waxed on your chest, making sure to peel the piece that is directly over your nipple making you arch your back off of Mingi and that sensation alone has your toes curling in. Bringing his large hand down, Mingi rubs circles on your clit. Moaning into your mouth once more how you need to come, the desperation in his voice is edging you forward. How could such a big, strong man be so whiny, it was the perfect balance between the two. While Jongho snatched your face back he began to hike you up and down his cock. The squelching noises fill the hot room, hand still tight in Mingis hair, with your back arched off of him you try to meet each of their strokes as they both are becoming sloppy. Tears brim Mingis eyes, hand moving faster on your clit as he begs Jongho to hurry up.

“Jo-Jongho.” He hiccups out, tears beginning to pour from his sharp eyes.

“Please, please, please” you begin to beg, hearing Mingis cries in your ear dampens your cunt making you clench even harder on Jongho whose hips stutter.

“Please what?” Jongho growls out, sticking two of his fingers in your mouth. As you begin to suck on them, Mingi alternates between rubbing circles on your clit, to rubbing the swollen bud between two of his fingers. As you let out one final scream at the sensation, you buck your hips back into Mingi who instantly cums, arching his back off the wall, Jongho slams your body up against Mingi chest, thrust now moving furiously, moaning into your neck how he’s going to cum.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” He groans into your ear, breath hot on your skin, as your cunt constricts his movements making it hard to move. Mingis grabs the bottom of your thighs. Hoisting you up so Jongho can continue slamming his hips into you furiously. Teeth bared like he’s some kind of wild animal he bites down into your neck. The feeling has you screaming out his name as your body recoils, sending you through another orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” He says while your skin is beneath his teeth.

“And you're going to take it.” Mingi whispers into your ear, his husky tone makes your eyes rollback at the sound of it. Head thrown back on Mingis shoulder as Jongho gives one more powerful thrust before emptying himself in you, with one final hard jerk he stills in you. Filling your cunt with his warm cum, you let out a loud sigh at the feeling. Your lower belly bulging slightly with how much cum he was filling you with. Pinching your clit, Mingi kisses your neck softly. Murmuring to you over and over again how good you felt, pulling himself out of your asshole with a pop, his cum instantly begins to ooze out of you. His cum drips down to your cunt, soaking you in his seed, as Jongho begins to pull out of you with a hiss both of their seeds mix. Covering you in their cum.

“Look at her.” Jongho grits out with a chuckle, pushing himself off of you slowly, while Mingi keeps you held in the air by the back of your thighs, in a seated position. Cunt on display for his eyes to gawk at, your body flushes with heat, hoping to pass it off as the room is blazing hot. Jongho clicks his tongue, before swiping two fingers between your folds. Your pussy quivers as he makes contact with it, chuckling once more he brings his hands up to your mouth. Rolling your tongue out you lick his fingers clean. Mingis head rolls back, you can feel him getting hard again at the sight in front of him. Pushing forward Jongho grabs you, wrapping your wobbly legs around his waist. He lays you down on Mingis works table, admiring the work they both put in. Cunt puffy, and oozing with cum. Covered in bite and hand marks. You really were going to be their favorite piece of art. He goes to help Mingi off of the wall, his sweaty upper body peeling off as Jongho puts his arm around his waist aiding in carrying him over.

With a loud sigh, Jongho shakes his head. Making his way back over to your body, with Mingi limping along the way. With big eyes you stare at him making his way around the table.

“You know..” he mutters before running a hand across his face, annoyed that you could have the potential to uncover what it is they exactly do.

“I really liked you.” He says

“I really wanted to keep you.” Says Mingi..

“I know about San.” You whimper out. Choosing to remain laying down, not wanting to budge even a little bit. Shaking his head, Jongho flicks his head, signaling Mingi to start the wax process. Both of their eyes grow wide as they realize their cover has been blown.

“We will keep her Mingi.” Jongho says before shooting a sinister smile at his brother. With a small squeal Mingi makes his way to grab his tools, bouncing out of the room with glee. Limping as he moves around in such swift movements. Post nut fueling his excitement to start his work.

“Oh, we will definitely keep you pretty girl. We will even put you next to your boyfriend.”

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

♫ saturra - lovergirl

Would you be my lovergirl? We could run up against the world I don't wanna waste my time I just wanna lay with you

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We don’t need memories.

It was only later in life that Osamu fully grasped the deeper meaning of Inarizaki’s volleyball club slogan. While he felt indifferent about it at best back then, in this very moment he wants to vehemently protest it. With her, he needs all the memories. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of it. 

Of her.

Life takes some funny turns sometimes, he learned. One night he’s lying awake and scrolling through the blog of the most feisty and beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on; then a heartbeat later he’s in the exact same spot, unable to fall asleep because the sheets smell so much like her, like the echo of a siren song calling out for him. Some nights it makes him feel like he’s losing his mind from all this unfamiliar yearning in the pits of his stomach. 

He really tried to forget about how perfectly her sleeping form fitted into his side, with her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, her breath steady and warm against him. Or the weight of her leg, thrown over his middle and trapping him in, all tangled up. Her fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of his hip bones before they come to rest against his side, just underneath the seam of his shirt where she slipped them so quietly, naturally, as if they had done this a thousand times before–

Osamu shakes his head in an attempt to dispel the vivid memory, like he wasn’t only a few minutes away from seeing her again. His girl. He’s blissfully ignoring the thundering drum of his heart and throws his backpack over one shoulder, his free hand dragging his luggage behind him. 

He told her to wait in the car for him, knowing she hated crowds and would be overwhelmed easily trying to find him at the busiest station of the whole country. It was a compromise. You know, I can just take a cab from there and be with you in no time, he had told her over the phone to which she had let out a huff, as if it was the dumbest thing she ever heard. Don’t be silly, of course I’m coming to get you. You’d do the same, right? 

She had a point. Osamu would walk to the end of earth if he knew she was waiting there for him. 

Getting to her feels like crossing a maze; and he can’t help but think that this feels similar to conquering her heart, never knowing which turn to take but eventually every path leads to her. He reaches the highest deck of the parking garage, the sun in the zenit, but that’s not what’s blinding him. 

Osamu sees her before she sees him. Inside of the parked car her eyes are on the rearview mirror, and from the distance he can’t tell if she’s reapplying her lip gloss (don’t think about kissing her, don’t think about kissing her…) or wiping crumbs from the corner of her mouth, evidence of that being the half eaten croissant on the passenger seat. When he gets closer he notices how she’s humming to the music playing from the radio, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel, windows rolled down, a small smile playing upon her lips. She looks peaceful, a little giddy even. 

Their eyes meet through the rearview mirror and everything feels electric.

It’s Osamu who moves first, dropping his baggage to the ground and taking the last few steps till he’s at the driver’s door. She hasn’t moved yet, probably paralyzed by whatever anxious thought her brain was shooting at her in this moment, only slowly blinking at him when he reaches for the door handle. 

As if she was in a dream. As if she was his dream.

Only when he opens the car door and holds out a hand for her she’s stirring back to reality. That’s when her lips curve into a smile again and her hand slips into his, so effortless as if it’s something they do on the regular. She says his name in the softest tone and Osamu thinks he never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his entire life. 

His arms wrap around her when she stumbles out of the car, catching her in a warm embrace, and one heartbeat later her arms come around his middle, fingers twisting in his shirt as if she was afraid he’d slip away from her any second. Osamu lets out a quiet laugh and hugs her tighter against his chest, one hand coming up to the back of her neck, calloused fingertips brushing over her bare skin. He’s pretty sure she can feel the way his heart is about to crack his ribcage open, like a pair of hands opening up a pomegranate for her.

“Sorry I kept you waiting for so long.” I love you. “No worries, you didn’t. I listened to the playlist you sent me meanwhile. Was your trainride okay? Did you have enough to eat?” I love you. “Eh, it was fine. I saw a recipe online I think you’ll really like, I’ll show you when we’re home. Maybe we can try cooking it together while I’m here.” I love you. “Yeah! Fun. You must be hungry, I brought you an almond croissant from my favorite bakery.” I love you. 

They pull apart, just enough to search each other’s gaze, and Osamu’s hands tremble slightly when he cradles her face with all the gentleness of the world. The words are lying on the tip of his tongue, sweet and alluring, and when she rests her hands on top of his he’s pretty sure he forgot how to breathe.

If Osamu was a braver man he’d kiss her right here, right now. 

But his heart feels like it’s gonna burst at the seams just from thinking about it, so he pulls her closer again, his lips brushing against her temple. Innocent and yet so heavy with a promise. He knows she understood from the way she hugs him back, her hands now dancing across his back as if she wants to memorize the shape of him. His head comes to rest against hers and Osamu thinks this is the closest he’s ever gotten to holding the sun in his arms.

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥…

y/n couldn't control herself and ate half of the almond croissant she bought for Osamu (it's ok, they'll go get another treat later) (he would've done the same)

she did NOT let her intrusive thoughts win when she spotted Osamu in the rearview mirror

kiss & tell groupchat is about to go wild soon with all that kissing and telling on the horizon

y/n's room is at the end of the hallway with only Makki's room next to hers, so all hopes are on him to report anything back to the groupchat

when Osamu started the video call he was still at work but it was a quiet evening so they'd only get occassionally interrupted by an incoming order

all the staff said hi too when they saw the propped up phone, asking y/n when she'll be back

also upcoming beach episode? i'm sorry but this smau is basically me wrapping all of my shoujo romance dreams into one story

please know that Osamu completely forgot about the reason why he came to Toyko in the first place (viewing places to open a new Onigiri Miya branch) the second he laid his eyes on y/n

this boy invented being down bad

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NSFW alphabet w/ Uraume

ʚ cont: afab nonbinary Uraume, fem reader

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A- Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Uraume is pretty disoriented after sex so they rely a lot on you to bring them down. They kinda stiffen up at first, unsure how to take the comfort and reassurance of your words and actions, but after a while of being together, they grow accustomed to it. In the unlikely change Uraume tops, they are so attentive afterward.

Lots of praise and kisses, all of which they learned from you. They hold your face in their hands and make you look at them as they tell you how good you did while wiping the sweat from your face. You two usually bathe together afterward, typically with you sitting behind them in the too-small tub, squished together as you rub a washcloth over their soft skin, cleaning them of any fluids stuck to their skin. Overall, very soft.

B- Body part (Their favorite part of their own, and their partner's body)

I don't think Uraume is very conscious of their own body, too focused on making sure their king is cared for, but if they had to say it would probably be their hands since they use them to do so much for their king. On their partner's body, I think they like their neck the most.

I can see Uraume getting overwhelmed easily during sex and clinging to your neck instinctively when you kiss or have sex, their hands always finding the nape of your next when you go down on them. It's so familiar to them. They love to run their fingers down your neck and the top of your spine when it peaks out from under your kimono, teasing you as they walk by.

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum)

They're a squirter and I will preach this till the day I die. Uraume didn't even know they could squirt, or really what it was until you were jackhammering your fingers against their g-spot rapidly, not giving them a second to breathe and they were cumming all over you, a clear stream of their arousal spraying out from their cunt, splashing on yours and their own body and making a mess of the sheets below. 

Their eyes were so out of focus and they had the cutest confused and mortified look on their face as they looked to you, gasping as if to ask what just happened, afraid they just... did something weird. After lots of reassurance and explaining, they calmed down, but that doesn't mean each time you make them squirt they get irrationally embarrassed, covering their face with their arms or burring it into the pillows when you fuck them or eat them out from the back.

Uruame gets wet so easily, just from the suggestion alone of having sex or doing things of the like has them throb between their thighs, their wetness collecting quickly as taboo scenarios play through their head. Their orgasms are so intense too, never failing to leave their legs shaking and their poor lungs gasping for air as they struggle to catch their breath. And they cum for so long, even if they finish before you, if you're right on their tail they're almost always still cumming even after you finish.  

D- Dirty secret 

Uraume secretly wants you to be rough with them, like really rough. They want you to tie them up tightly, completely immobilizing them while you fuck into them with no mercy, abusing their poor g-spot. Being slapped while in missionary or getting spanked while thrown over your knee, are both fantasies they think about frequently. 

Degradation, leg humping, whipping, manhandling- they're a secret sadist but are too shy to actually tell you everything they want you to do to them. Maybe one day you'll get them to spill and tell you all the nasty shit they want you to do, but Uruame has a reputation to uphold. They're calm, collected, and modest. How would you react if you found out your shy little partner was actually a pervert who wanted to be shoved around? They were too nervous to find out the answer right now.

E- Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

Absolutely not no, zero experience at all. They need 110% of your guidance. You're making the first moves, you're teaching them and learning with them what feels good for them, etc. Eventually, after enough time together, they'll become more comfortable with initiating and being on top in the bedroom, but in the beginning, you need to guide their every move, and they're practically shaking like a leaf while you do. 

F- Favorite position 

Any position where they can see your face. They love seeing your expressions as you're getting them off. Seeing your aroused face turns them on more than anything, and they love being able to grab and touch you when they need to, so positions, where you're facing each other, tend to be a go-to for the both of you. I can see Uraume loving scissoring for that exact reason. They're so close to you, you're touching your most intimate parts together while your bodies are entangled with one another, and they have a direct view of your face and are free to grope at your body as they please. 

 A close second would be doggy/ prone bone, especially when you're fucking them with a strap or your fingers. Positions from the back feel so intense for them and make it easier for them to get off, but a downside is they don't get to see your face. Usually though, when you put them in a position from the back it's because you're pent up/ frustrated, meaning you'll go rougher. So a lot of the time when you're giving it to them from the back, you're going so hard it makes them go a little dumb, so they aren't as able to think about how they miss your face so much as you wipe their thoughts clean with your fingers/strap. 

G- Goofy (Are they more serious, or humerous during sex?)

Uraume is not goofy at all during sex, they're too focused and nervous for that. While you might be teasing them or tickling them, trying to get them to loosen up, they would be far too aroused to see the humor in a situation like that. 

H- Hair (Are they well groomed down there? Does the carpet match the drapes?

I went back and forth on this for a bit, but I think Uraume keeps their hair a little longer down there. They keep it neat and clean looking, cleaning up around their cunt and whatnot, but I think they have a nice triangle tuff of hair down there, and yes... it's white. Even before you, Uraume kept it clean and tidy down there. Always wanting to look as presentable as possible even in places no one would see.  

I- Intamacy (How are they in the moment? The romantic aspect?)

Uraume is so loving during sex. When their mind isn't absolutely clouded by pleasure they're kissing your body anywhere their lips can reach, caressing your skin, whispering how much they appreciate you in your ear, it's so soft. Once the actual act of sex happens though, things are a little more teasing and nasty with more vulgar dirty talk from both of you.

Of course though, like I mentioned before, they love when you get rough with them. So when you do, forcing them to talk up to you or do more embarrassing things, like putting the strap in themselves and riding you, things get a little less romantic and more needy and carnal, but during both scenarios, there are plenty of words of reassurance and prays being spewed, so the romance is always present. 

J- Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Uraume doesn't get off often, and I can't picture them fingering themselves much when they do it. Maybe one finger, but their fingers are too small to bring them the amount of pleasure that they'd like, and they aren't completely sure what they're supposed to do to make themself feel good on the inside, so their go-to is to play with their clit. 

Uraume masturbates maybe once or twice a month. They're too preoccupied with their job to worry about their own needs, so touching themself is always at the back of their mind. Only after a long, when they're sitting in a warm back, head tipped against the back of the tub, do they realize they feel a different kind of heat in their body, and it's not from the water.

They're so quiet when they get off, not wanting to risk anyone hearing them do such a thing. Their face gets sooo flushed and screwed into such a pretty pleasured expression as they sneak their hand between their thighs and separate their legs just enough to give themself enough room to rub their clit in quick circles.

Uruame also doesn't know how to take it slow and really enjoy the pleasure they're feeling, always so focused on cumming as fast as possible, so it never takes them more than a few minutes, if that, to cum. They usually get off in the bath because the water sloshing hides any heavy breaths that slip through their lips, and the bath area is further away from any people than their living quarters are, making it so they'll be totally uninterrupted when they do so. 

K- Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Absolutly massive praise kink. Anytime you whisper "Doing so good for me Uraume.", "You're so pretty like this.", "Takin' it so well", they practically go dumb in the head. They get so shy and red-faced when they hear you utter those words, and they might act like they're so embarrassed or they hate it, but you know their true feelings.

When you're pounding your fingers against Uraume's g-spot, your body pressed on top of theirs, as you hold their head with your other hand, keeping your mouths close together, just barely grazing your lips with theirs and you whisper, "You always feel so good around me." They can't help but wrap their arms around your neck and crash your lips together, too overwhelmed by your words. 

It's so reassuring for them to hear your praise and words of affirmation especially when they're the one making you feel good. Whether they're sucking on your clit, or teasing your nipples, they can't help but throb between their thighs and feel a strong sense of comfort and pride wash over them when you tell them how good they're doing.

L- Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or bathroom. Uraume prefers to be completely alone when they're engaging in sexual acts with you, especially afraid Sukuna might catch the two of you and ruin her image, not like he would care much, but Uraume can't help but overthink when it comes to her lord. Something about you sitting behind them in the bath while you kiss their sensitive, reddening ears as you rub their clit like they're so familiar with in this same setting makes them dizzy.

It's so comfortable for them, the only difference is you take your time with them, working their body up before you go anywhere near their pussy, then drawing out their orgasm as long as possible, wanting them to really feel and experience their pleasure properly. They hate when you tease them like that, especially because they're so used to cumming so fast, but you don't care, ignoring all their pleas to cum while you rub their clit, having to stop every couple of seconds to make sure they don't finish without your permission. 

M- Modivation (What turns them on/ gets them going?)

As much as they deny it, Uraume loves it when you tease them. Their heartbeat is the only thing they hear in their ears when you run your fingers up their thigh, under their kimono. Swallowing hard when you smile so sweetly at them as you rub their earlobe between your fingers. 

Uraume is also a huge fan of your chest. Anytime you wear something that reveals your cleavage and a little bit of your breast, they can't help but stare. They know it's rude but you won't notice anyways. Too busy talking to some random group of people to notice their eyes hungrily taking in your tits, their cunt throbbing as they oggle you without your knowledge, not like you would care.

N- No (Something they wouldn't do)

I can't see them being into public sex at all. Sure they sometimes enjoy the thrill of you teasing them by whispering things like "Imagine if someone were to walk in right now and see you like this, what would they think seeing you so disheveled? Hm?" but they only don't mind it because they know it would never happen. No one is going to walk into their quarters unannounced, and no one will ever see them in that state but you. 

O- Oral (Preference on giving/ receiving etc.)

Uraume loves having you eat them out. You get pretty teasing and withhold their orgasm a lot while fingering, but when you eat them out, they're allowed to cum as many times as they want because you aren't stopping until you want to stop. Their taste is too addicting. 

Of course, they love eating you out too though. Since you're usually the dominant one in the relationship, it's nice to see you squirming and whining in pleasure from their tongue and fingers. It sends a rush of adrenaline through their veins, they can't get enough. Don't even get them started on face-sitting. They would happily die with your cunt smothering their mouth. Maybe it's part of their secret love for being degraded or treated roughly, but they love seeing you use their face for your pleasure and feel the weight of your body on top of them. Overall it's pretty 50/50.

P- Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

When you're the one in control, things go a little faster, which Uruame doesn't mind. They love being manhandled and having rough, needy sex, it's disorienting in a good way and makes them feel all hot all over from how badly you need them. If you let them on top to riding your strap and give them full control of the pace, they're a little slower. Their poor thighs get tired quickly, and the silicone cock reaches so deep inside them it can be too much sometimes, so they take it a little slower. 

If things don't go past oral and fingering though, things are a little slower and more sensual. Filled with lots of praise, soft kisses, and handholding, which they still don't know how to fully accept, but they grow to love it over time. It's the same for scissoring too, it's a lot slower and more focused on talking each other through it and trying to figure out what feels best for the both of you.

Q- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not common in your relationship at all. Uraume takes a long time to come down from their high, and quickies don't exactly give you a lot of time to help them with that. So whenever quickies happen it's usually Uraume getting you off and not the other way around, but you make sure to make it up to them and reward them for making you feel so good later when you have more time.

R- Risk (Are they game to take risks? Do they take risks? Etc.)

I already answered this, see letter N for more. Despite what I said there... I think I can see you eating them out in a closet or something, but it only happened once, and no one was in that area of the building. 

S- Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Because of their reversed curse technique, they can keep up with your stamina fairly well. Sometimes though, if they get too fucked out or pussydrunk, they forget to use their reversed curse technique and just lay dead against the sheets in exhaustion, so the session would usually end there in that case. 

Like I said before, Uraume cums sooo fast. They're so sensitive and it never takes much to get them off. If you're just pleasuring them from penetration I think it takes a little longer to get them there, but they're still capable of cumming that way and doing it fairly quickly. If you suck on their clit and do nothing but that, just batting your tongue against the little bud, they'll be doubling over and digging your nails against your scalp in under a minute. 

T- Toys (Do they own any toys? Do they use them?)

Uraume doesn't own any toys of their own, but you have a strap and a few attachments that you both use. They would like to try more, like blindfolds, shibari, whips, and things like that, but once again are too scared to bring it up. 

I think their favorite toy you've used with them so far though would have to be a double-ended dildo. When you brought it out and explained what it was and how to use it, they turned bright red. Considering how much Uruame already loves scissoring, this was a dream come true. Their eyes were glued to the part of 

the toy that was getting sucked inside your greedy cunt, and they even dared to imagine it was their cock they were fucking you with, making them reach their own orgasm even faster. 

U- Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Whenever Uraume tops, they're so teasing. After all, they learned from the best. Especially when they eat you out, they love sucking on your clit and bringing you right up to the edge before pulling away or directing their attention to another part of your cunt. Your rare submissive-looking face only makes them want to tease you more, making them rub their fingers around your entrance before slowly pushing in, bit by bit.

If they're feeling mischievous during sex though, they'll pinch your nipples to catch you off guard, or whisper something in your ear that makes you moan out loud. Uruame can be sneaky sometimes, it just depends on their mood and if you did something that day that made them want to tease you.

V- Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

It took Uraume a long time to let their voice out during sex. Lots of choked moans and gasps left their lips before the sound could be fully formed, out of embarrassment. They're not super loud even once they finally let their sounds out, but lots of heavy breathing and soft whimpers that make up for it.

When you use the strap on them though, they get a bit loud. Especially if you fuck them from the back, ramming the cockhead right into their sweet spot, making their toes curl and their jaw drop in a scream of pleasure. They're also not one to curse much, in their day to day either. Maybe a few stutters 'shit''s here and there, but no other cursing.

They can be quite talkative during sex too. Not on their own though, but they're extremely receptive when you talk to them. Any dirty talk from you or teasing rhetorical questions gets swiftly answered by Uraume, even if they're fucked out beyond belief. They do like to tell you over and over how good it feels, or whine a sweet 'right there!' when you hit their good spot, but longer phrases of dirty talk make them embarrassed, so they're more rare.

X- X-ray (What's going on under those clothes?)

Uraume is pretty petite, and they have small breasts to match their body. Their cunt is so perfect it's hard to believe it's real sometimes. Their clit gets so swollen and peaks out from under the hood when they get aroused. Their cunt is a pretty light pink color and gets a little dark with their arousal as well. They get soooo wet and are constantly leaking, their arousal sticking to their folds every time you pry them open to get a better look at them.

Overall just the prettiest, cutest pussy you've ever seen. It certainly matches their cute face.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It was almost nonexistent before they met you, but now they can get aroused at the drop of a hat. Ever since experiencing pleasure with you, they crave you often. They don't always act on their urges but just a glance at you has them blushing as memories of the previous nights you've spent together flood their brain. 

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

I think they can stay up for a good while after sex. Uraume is so used to taking care of everything, preparing things for Sukuna, being at his beck and call, cleaning, and cooking, they can handle a little exhaustion. Plus, after sex, their mind is running a million miles a minute and they really need your help to bring them down, but once they're all cleaned up and full of your praise, they're out. 

[rafeandonlyrafe]

rafe with sleepy reader pls 🙏🙏

words: 700

warnings: none! just fluffy

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you let out a yawn, making rafes head snap to look at you. he gets up without saying a word, and the conversation naturally drops off as he crosses the patio to sit down next to you, running his fingers through your hair.

“baby, are you sleepy?” he asks, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“yeah.” you shrug. “but you're having a talk with the boys, ill be okay for a bit longer.” you suppress another yawn, but you know rafe sees it. he probably also recognized your slow blinks and lethargic movements long before you even let out a yawn.

“you're too sweet, princess.” rafe presses his lips to your cheek, and then the other side before capturing your lips in a kiss. “give me five more minutes and then we can leave, okay?”

“can we cuddle and nap when we get home?” you ask, reaching out to touch rafes thigh, swirling your fingertip over his khaki shorts.

“of course, baby.” rafe presses another kiss to your lips before getting up. you miss his touch, but know that you'll get it soon, as soon as he wraps up with the boys.

you let out another yawn as you rest your head against the back of the couch, keeping your eyes on rafe as your blinks slow until your eyes remain closed.

when you reopen them, rafe is picking you up to carry you outside. “i didn't mean to fall asleep.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders as he heads out to the truck.

“that's okay.” rafe hums, hands cupped under your thighs, easily able to hold you with one hand as he pulls open the car door, setting you down in the passenger seat that rafe insists belongs to you, making topper sit in the back seat, even when you're not there, saying only his girl gets passenger seat privileges. “im not mad, honey.” rafe kisses your forehead before he rounds the truck to climb into the driver's seat.

“oh, it's not even late!” your eyes bulge at the time when rafe turns the truck on. 

“too late for my sleepy girl though.” rafe chuckles, reaching over to place a hand on your thigh. you place your own hand on top of his, curling up into your seat as your eyes close again. rafe makes sure to take all the turns back home slow, and to not speed as to keep you asleep.

when you get home, rafe removing his hand from your thigh almost wakes you, but it's not until he pulls you into his arms to carry you inside that you open your eyes again.

“rafey-” you press your lips against his neck, peppering his skin with kisses. “i love you.” you coo, always feeling extra lovey when you're tired, which is most of the time.

“i love you too baby.” rafe squeezes his hands, keeping you awake as he ascends the stairs. “you gotta change into pajamas before you can sleep again.”

“but im so tired.” you whine, flopping down onto the bed when rafe sets you down. “can you get me changed?”

rafe chuckles, knowing that once you fall asleep you need at least half an hour of being awake to function at all. he grabs a pajama set out of your drawer, reminiscing of the time when you first started dating, and the only thing you kept in his room was a cute pair of pajamas, cute, not sexy, insisting you needed to be comfy to sleep, but rafe quickly learned you could pass out anywhere, any time.

you barely stay awake, head lolling to the side as rafe carefully undresses you, his hands warm against your bare skin before putting your pajamas on. 

rafe, always being a shirtless sleeper, simply strips himself to his underwear before he climbs into bed, helping you reposition your head over the pillows. he pulls the covers over your body, making sure his phone is within reach when you lay down, your head on his chest and arm wrapped around his waist. you are asleep within seconds, and rafe grabs his phone to occupy him until it's later, not being able to fall asleep so early.

[de4dlyniightshade]

Dunno if u have seen it but I’d really love ur version of the NSFW alphabet for Spencer Reid

(Not sure if that really counts as a Drabble or a super long headcanon. I tried to go thru ur blog and I didn’t see where u had done 1 before!!)

ON IT!!!

doing it with sub!spencer ofc<3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): super sleepy and cuddly, just wants you to hold him and kiss him and play with his hair. also goes borderline nonverbal, just wants to be in your company.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his favourite body part on himself is honestly probably his brain ngl BUT otherwise i'd say his hair, he takes good care of his hair and takes the time to make sure it looks nice so i'd say his hair. as for on you probably your hips or eyes, your eyes is the answer he tells people but actually he just loves gripping your hips and pinching the fatty skin there and placing kisses on your hipbones.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): loves cumming in you. so much. but also loves cumming on you, more specifically cumming on your pussy after fucking you, the way it looks running over you just making his head spin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): pervert. not a creepy pervert but still a pervert. will stick around if he walks in on you changing, stare at your boobs and ass when he thinks you don't see him, shamefully touches your underwear for longer than he should when he's doing laundry, will spend a good while scanning your body while you sleep, especially if you're wearing shorts or a tank top.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): not experienced. has no idea what he's doing. he tries his best and learns fast but he needs a lot of guidance and care but he prefers you taking control anyway.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): cowgirl. nothing beats getting ridden in his mind, the sight of you on top of him, your boobs bouncing with each thrust and the way you gripped his waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): i wouldn't say he's serious but he's not humorous either, whenever your touching him he just becomes a moaning mess and can hardly think for himself, just completely lost in the pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): not shaved bald but definitely trimmed, if not for your benefit then definitely for his own.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): soooo lovey, just holding you and kissing you and snuggling into you and telling you that he loves you and thanking you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): definitely jerks off a lot when you're apart because he just gets really sexually frustrated without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): mommy kink!!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): bed first, always, it's just more private and intimate but he also likes it on the couch but that's more of a spur of the moment thing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): anything and everything. you smiled at him? horny. kissed him? extra horny. hugged him? horny. literally anything you do can get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): blindfolds on him for obvious reasons, also domming, he just can't do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): giving all the way!!! even if he's not that good at it he puts his heart and soul into it. more often than not he gets carried away and forgets he's trying to get you to cum bcs he just loves to taste you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): loves it fast but not too rough if that makes sense? like he doesn't wanna hurt afterwards and whenever he's on top he just gets so caught up that he can't help but fuck you desperately.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): likes them a lot and however often you're up for it, especially before work. definitely walks into that building with a real pep in his step after a quickie in the morning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): definitely game to experiment with a lot of things you wanna try, but nothing too crazy like he wouldn't be into slapping or extreme bondage, but a little tying up he's game for.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): not many. he gets easily overwhelmed and overstimulated bcs he's just so sensitive. can go three rounds at very best.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't own toys himself but if you do he uses them on you, more specifically if you had a vibrator he'd use it on you when you're tired. also let's you use a vibrator on him, the feeling of it pressed to his tip making him cum embarrassingly fast. not to forget pegging, would let you peg him or use a dildo on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not at all, you're more the one to tease him but he doesn't have enough patience or self control to tease you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): very loud and doesn't even realise it, he just gets so lost in his own mind that he can't even hear himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): loves being bitten by you, not aggressively enough that it hurts too bad but if he was on top and you bit into his shoulder when you came he'd definitely follow quick after.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): around 7 inches, not too thick but not too thin either, curved upwards slightly, the prettiest pink tip and not overly veiny but definitely a few. also i feel like he has pretty nipples idc.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): very high, needy alllllll the time like could go at it at the drop of a hat it doesn't matter what time of day he could be rock hard in seconds for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): pretty quickly depending on the time, if it was one of those morning quickies ofc he can't but otherwise he tries to stay awake but never manages to actually stay awake that often.

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*has an idea and runs to get phone*

Headcanons for TD Alastor

(Theater Dramatic) Alastor X/& Reader

Are you in love with this? Because I am in love with this.

Like, look at him being dramatic and sassy. *chef's kiss* It's amped up to the max from his usual and omg yes.

If he were to say a Thomas Sanders line, it would be..

"And I'm the sassy aunt... *whisper* Who talks shit about everyone."

I mean that could be any Alastor headcanon, because he would say that line.

Anyways!

You are not really the drama kid (kind of), you are more the stage crew kid.

Don't get it wrong! You love the glamour! The stories! The dances! And the lights! But..not when they are on you.

Sure, you have talent. You can sing, dance, act! There's just one problem..

Stage fright. It's fucking stage fright.

You've tried once when you were younger in life but then when you stood on stage and stared at the crowd..well.. Kinda blanked and ran off stage.

Alastor is trying to help you get out of your shell, practicing his dances and pulling you into song when he can.

"I'm not sure I can do this..", you mumble, having second thoughts.

"Nonsense!", the Radio Demon pulls you close to his side, making sure you don't try to run off. "The world is a stage and a stage is a world of entertainment!"

"I feel like this won't turn out well..", you gulped nervously.

"Hm..", he tapped his chin in thought. "How about getting into character?"

"Getting into character?", you looked at him with slight confusion.

"Let's say you're a dancer!", he moved to hold your hand and pulled you to follow. "And you're learning a new routine! You can't give up, this is what you've worked hard for!"

Surprisingly, it helps.

You build up a character every time you go on stage.

Alastor owns your soul but you two are more like friends.

He's a little more honest with you but does hide things when he feels like it is a threat to you.

You help him practice his dances and even get to choreograph a few.

When you get to see him do his performance, you get so happy.

You saw his drunk dancing and were in awe.

He did that. He really did a whole number while drunk and managed to tell demons off while at it too.

"What do you mean when you say the words slay, serve, and ate?"

"It's a compliment. Trust me."

You and Rosie try to teach him some of the modern slang.

Some of it sticks but a lot of it doesn't...

At least he got "tea" right.

I might add more.. No. I will definitely add more later.

~Seline, the person.

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