#WAIT I SAW A TIK TOK ABOUT THAT

[madaqueue]

getting cuteness aggression over a grown ass man

[milkmily]

Together

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Mr.Scarletella x fem Reader

Smut I Saw like a theory in tik tok where it said (something like this not quite sure) that MC would leave bodies right and Mr Scarletella would think that she'd do all of that for him so he would be super interested in them. So imma use that :D also reader Is in college because I don't like using the term “school” cuz its uncomfortable and i'm writing smut.

Ahead: Unprotected Sex(stay safe:p) and biting also sorry it's super short 😔

“Me want your name.”

This had always happened. Well, like maybe 2 times. But now, he won't leave you alone after you have found out what you have done. What you really are. You just aren't some cute woman who goes to college. You were a murder. Why? Just to get that adrenaline that would come with it.

As you took their lives, you had always had this feeling as if someone was looking at you. Eyes. Always, always, Always on you. At everything you did. But you'd turn and check every corner and nothing. No one would be there. Maybe you were just paranoid. You haven't even been caught yet. So it wouldn't matter. And now here you are, face to face with what has been looking at everything you have ever done. Mr. Scarletella.

“You give your name?”

He asks. You had two options. Try to beat him, even though you knew that wouldn't work, or finally give your damn name to him. You remembered the telephone had told you to not give your name. Mr. Crawling had protected you the first time you had met Mr Scarletella. You threw your crowbar at him and he started to glitch. He asks again and you didn't answer, attacking him but again, it went right through him. And everything changes. You open your eyes and see him face to face with you. You hold your crowbar high and your eyes go wide at what he said.

“You like me? Me like you.” He says and you give him a puzzled look. “What?” You asked as you lowered your crowbar. “Let us go together. You teach name?” You groan and throw the crowbar at him again. And you start to speak back to him. And finally.

“like you.” You say and everything is back to normal. You open your eyes to see an umbrella. You picked it up and looked up at it. It's a normal umbrella. It isn't red. You looked down and saw a hand on top of yours, you screamed and threw the umbrella. You looked around and saw Mr Scarletella looking back at you. “Together.” He says as he is now in front of you. You gulped and took some steps back. You blinked and he's gone, but you feel warm breathing behind you. You felt his hands on your arm as he said again, “Together.”

“W-What?!” You ask and feel his warm breathing on your neck, goosebumps all over your body. “Together.” He says again and you feel small kisses on your neck. You gasp and feel your body heat up. “W-Wait-” you felt his hands start to go all over your body. they'd move from your arms down to your hands and move to your stomach. He'd gently and softly move them up and his hands bumped onto your breast. You softly gasp as his lips meet your neck. “You give.” He says. “You give. Grateful.” He says as he keeps kissing your neck, making you moan. “Grateful.” He whispers on to your neck as his hands move under your shirt.

Oh. You remembered now. The bodies. The things you'd say while killing them. “If someone is here watching, these are all for you.” Oh. “You're returning the favor?” You ask but his hands continue to move higher and his kisses move to your shoulder. You shiver and hold your arms up as the shirt is lifted up to reveal your breast, your nipples hard from being turned on. You should Be scared but…you aren't. You've always been interested in Mr Scarletella. You just never could get close to him or else he will keep asking about your damn name.

And now here he is. His hands cupping your breast as he kissed your neck. Your moan and gasp. You pulled his hands away and he stopped kissing your neck. “Why?” He asks and you turn to look at him. You smiled at him and he gave you his wide smile. “Me like you. You like me?” He asks again. “Me like you.” You say to him as you try to reach up to him. He lowers himself to your height and you cup his face. “You like me.” He says and you nod. He tilts his head to the side as he grins and holds your hand.

“Together.” He says. he moved his hands to cup your breast again, moaning. He knew you were feeling good with the sound you made. The expression on your face. He hummed and looked at you. You were perfect. You may not give him your name, but that can be for later. You were his now. You are his now. No one else's. You are his either way.

He pins you on the floor, straddling you. The floor is so cold against your bare back. You yelp and look up at him who was on top of you, his hands on the floor as he was on top of you, Grinning. His red hair still somehow covered one of his eyes as He looked down at you. You looked at him and tilted your head. “Together.” He says again as he moves his hand to cup your face. His hands are so big compared to yours. He only really only needs one hand to perfectly fit your face. His face got closer To yours, his breathing on your face.

You couldn't help but whimper at how close he Is. You could already feel how wet you were. Your pussy is aching for him already. He grins down and looks down at the clothes you were wearing. He slowly lifted up the coat you had on and pulled your pants with your panties down. You lift your hips up to help him. You continue to look at him as he keeps looking at you. The way he looked at you had your body reacting. And then you asked yourself: He knows what to do already? Maybe he had seen a lot of incidents where people would Go where he is to ya know, just have sex. Or who knows. All you know is he already knows what he is doing.

He looks at you and grins as his fingers rub between your wet pussy lips. You softly gasp and look at his hand. He closed your lips together, making You jump. “Like?” He asks and you nod. He greatly presses his finger to your clit and starts to rub. You open your legs more as he keeps rubbing. He lowers his head as he brings your nipple in his mouth. You whimper and look down at him. He picked and gently bit down on your nipple. “Ouch.” You whine and look up at you. He grins and continues to suck on it.

He brings his hand back up and Teases your other nipple. He starts to rub himself on you. You felt how big he was though his pants already. You gulp and moan.

You suddenly felt something warm and wet rub up and down your clit. You looked down and saw his cock out, rubbing between your folds to get his tip wet with your arousal. You couldn't help but moan at the sight. He was still sucking your nipple and It was starting to get sore. You pull his head away and he looks at you. He grins and presses his tip at your cunt. You open your legs a bit more and your hips closer to him. He lifts your hips Up, making you yelp. You looked up at him and he gently pushed Himself in your cunt. “Together.” He says and groans. You rolled your eyes back quickly as you felt how he stretched you out. You moaned and looked at him.

He starts to move his hips as he looks down at how your pussy would suck him in. He brings His thumb to your flit and starts to rub it. You moan and hold on to your hair as he keeps thrusting.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

You were on the cold concert floor, your face on the floor, ass up as Mr Scarletella moved his hips, he was panting fast and groaning as he kept pushing his cock in so deep and fast. “Ah! I can't!” You moan but you knew you wanted more. How many times have you come already? Jesus. He kept making you switch positions every time you came. He First had you laying down as he held your hips up. The next one was you riding him but you soon gave up so he simply grabs your hips and pushes you up and down. He's really strong. He had you laying down again but he held both of your legs just to go deeper inside of you.

Now he has your ass up as he keeps pushing in and out of you. His thrusting became harsher. “Mr Scarletellaaaa- ah! There!” You moan. You could feel how his cock came in and out of you, how warm and wet he felt. You whine and moan as his cock brushes your g-spot. “Together.” He kept saying and moaning. He really loved that word a lot.

You hold onto his hand that was on your hips. You turn to look at him, teary eyes As you moan. You were close again. You needed to cum on his cock again. You whimper and whine as he keeps thrusting into you, this time even faster. You scream and your toes curl as you bury your face on the floor, eyes rolling back as you cum on his cock. You hear him groan and feel something warm dripping out of your pussy.

You pant and whine trying to catch your breath but he quickly makes you turn around and lifts up your right leg. You whine and shake your head. “No-” You say and moan as he pushes his cock in again, slipping in so easily. He buried his face in your neck and groaned. “Together.” He says again and he thrusted. His thrust is a bit slow and more softer now. you wrapped your arms around him as he keeps moving his hips. You could hear a short whine coming from him as you tug at his hair. You whimper and whine. Every thrust Made you so sensitive and feel everything.

Mr Scarletella kisses your neck and whimpers. He's sensitive too. He could feel everything about you. But he just loved that he was finally with you, be with you, be in you. Be together.

A couple of more thrusts and he cums inside of you. He pulls out and pants as he looks down at your pussy that dripped out his cum. He groans and rubs his cum between your folds. He pressed his cock inside your entrance and said, “Together, again…” as he pushed his cock in, making you whine.

Hey @kita-01 and @misaamanekinnie21 , patiently waiting 🫡

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | dropping the towel

୨ৎ : featuring : lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : pranking your boyfriend by pretending to drop your towel mid grwm (get ready with me), only to reveal you’re fully dressed...cue panic, confusion, and betrayal.

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 781

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : are we excited for japan thooooo omfg...

ʚ・lando norris

lando walked into the room, spotted the towel, and his grin was immediate.

he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“oh, this is gonna be good.”

there was a hint of anticipation, a glint of mischief—he was expecting a show.

then, with full dramatic flair, you yanked the towel off.

fully clothed.

lando’s smirk instantly disappeared.

his body froze, mouth slightly open, staring at you like you’d just personally betrayed him.

“wait. wait. what the hell, that’s not fair!”

you were already cackling, but lando? he was deeply offended.

hands flying in the air, he pointed at you accusingly.

“this is false advertising.”

still staring at you in disbelief, he collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his stomach like a child who just got their toy taken away.

“no. i don’t want to talk to you.”

for the next hour, he pouted aggressively, refusing to make eye contact as you laughed at his dramatic sulking.

you leaned down, poking his cheek. “still mad?”

his voice was muffled into the pillow.

“i feel scammed.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

oscar walked into the room, mid-sip of his water, only to see you filming something suspicious.

he immediately stopped in his tracks.

expression blank, he stared for a second before slowly tilting his head.

“do i even want to know?”

you didn’t answer—just gripped the towel dramatically and yanked it off.

fully clothed.

silence.

oscar blinked once. then twice.

then, just… stared.

like he was waiting for his brain to process the absolute nonsense he just witnessed.

a long pause.

finally, in the driest tone possible—

“i hate you.”

and without another word, he turned around and walked straight out.

no questions. no follow-ups.

just pure, silent disappointment.

ʚ・kimi antonelli

kimi walked into the room, took one look at you filming, and immediately froze in the doorway.

not in shock. not even close.

he just stood there, arms crossed, staring at you like a teacher who caught a student doing something profoundly dumb.

a long pause.

then—deadpan—

“really?”

you bit back a grin, gripping the towel dramatically before yanking it off like a magician revealing a trick.

fully clothed.

kimi’s expression did not change.

he didn’t gasp, didn’t panic, didn’t even blink.

instead, he just squinted slightly, tilting his head like he was trying to mentally process the sheer stupidity of what just happened.

another long, suffering sigh.

then, in the most disappointed, italian-mother-just-found-out-you-failed-a-test voice—

“sei un'idiota.” ("you're an idiot.")

he shook his head, as if mourning the loss of your last functioning brain cell, then turned and walked out.

still no reaction. no further discussion.

just pure, unfiltered italian judgment.

from the hallway, you heard him mutter—

“you and your tik-tok trends.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

ollie walked into the room mid-grwm, completely unfazed, tilting his head as he noticed your phone propped up.

"you’re filming? oh, okay, cool—"

he was about to leave the room, totally uninterested, until he saw you gripping the towel, ready to pull it off.

his entire body froze.

"WAIT, Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

his voice shot up an octave, eyes widening in sheer panic as he frantically looked around, like an escape route would magically appear.

you yanked the towel off—fully clothed.

ollie just… stood there.

red-faced, completely speechless, his hands slightly raised like he wasn’t sure whether to cover his eyes or just leave his body entirely.

"i genuinely thought i was gonna have a heart attack."

you were wheezing with laughter, but ollie? he was already turning away, staring at the wall like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

for the next ten minutes, he refused to make eye contact, mumbling, “nope. not talking to you. don’t even look at me.”

you, of course, spent the rest of the day making it worse.

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

yuki walked into the room at the exact moment you dramatically grabbed the towel, your expression way too smug for his liking.

his eyes immediately narrowed.

“oi, what the HELL are you doing?!”

panic flickered across his face as he tensed up, eyes darting between you and the door like he was debating whether to run or intervene.

then, with full cinematic flair, you dropped the towel.

fully clothed.

a beat of silence.

then, a dramatic, exaggerated gasp.

“you’re so annoying.”

he threw his hands in the air, face scrunched up like he just lost a race due to an engine failure.

without another word, he stormed out, grumbling aggressively in japanese about how he “could’ve had some today, but no—"

you were already crying with laughter, but from the hallway, you heard his final declaration of betrayal.

“i can never trust you again!”

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[yenhan]

TF141 & International student neighbor on the verge of a crisis

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Synopsis: a tiny, itty bitty breakdown.

You didn’t cry when you moved into your flat. A few tears spilled when the kettle refused to boil, and the radiator wheezed like it was dying, but that hardly counted. You weren’t this close to a soul-shattering mental breakdown in four different languages and two whole personalities. Nope. That was just being a successful woman, completely in control of her life. You lived in a flat that could be described as vintage, or one good gust from collapsing, as your best friend kindly put it when you called. It had four walls, a roof, and the washing machine only flooded the kitchen every other week. It wasn’t the worst deal in the world. At least you didn't have spiders building their little lego-web houses on the ceiling. That would be disgusting.

However, you spent your first night on the couch wrapped in every hoodie you owned, scrolling through your phone with the Wi-Fi from the library nearby that cut out if you breathed wrong, wondering what the hell you’d gotten yourself into.

The move to England had been impulsive, at least that’s what your parents said. “You’re barely out of high school, sweetheart. Isn't it too soon?” But you wanted to prove you could do it; be independent, get a degree, build a career. Whatever that meant. You didn’t know yet. Those stupid tik toks about girlbossing your way through life didn’t help much, either. Classes were hard. Work was harder. You cleaned tables at a café full of old ladies who judged your every move, then crammed lectures and assignments into your evenings, falling asleep to the sound of cats screeching in the alley outside your window.

And then there were your neighbors.

The first time you saw them, your eyeballs nearly popped out. Four men who looked like they’d walked out of an action movie trailer. Broad shoulders, broader chests, paired with alertness that made you sit up straighter when they walked by. Pavlov's a bitch. One of them wore a beanie and had a beard that probably intimidated children. Or made them laugh, it depends on who you ask. You bet he worked as Santa Claus during Christmas time, that beard would do wonders. One limped slightly but moved like he’d break into a sprint at the slightest excuse, he also had a nasty scar on his head. One always had his baseball hat up and gentle eyes. And the last one… he wore sunglasses even on cloudy days and didn’t speak unless he was being sentenced to death. You nicknamed them The Lads before you even learned their names. It was honestly a really bad attempt at copying the British accent, a silly little inside joke meant only for yourself.

It was the limp that pulled you into their circle. Soap. His real name was Johnny, but everyone called him that. Something had happened to him. Not a car crash kind of injury, and surely not a oops-I-got-a-paper-cut issue. Something else. A kind of hurt that reeked of bloodshed and gunfire. He looked so cheerful despite it all... you envied his lack of self-restraint. He helped you carry a box of books up the stairs when you dropped it.

"You don’t look like a librarian." You tried to break the ice.

He grinned. “Cheers, lass. Ye don’t look like yer old enough to be living alone.”

“Rude,” you replied, winded. “But fair.” You became something like their mascot after that. Or a stray pup they all silently agreed to look after.

Price knocked on your door the night your power went out. Just handed you a flashlight and an extra blanket and left, didn’t even wait for a thank you. Gaz noticed your bike had a flat and fixed it without a word. Ghost, well, Ghost scared you a little. A lot. But you never said it to his face. It wouldn't be polite, would it?

You weren’t supposed to become attached to them. They were four grown men with lives and a bond so deep you couldn’t begin to understand. And you? You were just the girl next door. Sweet, a little clueless, a little cheeky, and hanging on by a thread.

You were tired all the time. Tired of pretending you were having the time of your life when really, you felt like you were slowly crumbling. Like the version of yourself that had boarded that plane so full of hope and plans had somehow gotten lost between Heathrow and the broken laundromat on the corner. How could you tell your mum you were regretting everything? How could you face your brother and say that the big sister he looked up to was just a loser? The weather was hell 365 days out of 365, if someone offered you another fish and chips dish you'd crash out, and you were likely forgetting all of the damned languages you spoke because of the humidity eating your brain cells.

Wasn't youth supposed to be the best time of your life? This was the part where you found yourself and laughed and made memories you’d cherish forever... Seriously, what the heck were you doing? You felt cold and alone. Ate one-pound meals at the measly convenience store run by Aunt Wang and listened to her ranting in Mandarin Chinese. What an exciting existence. How dignified.

Until the night you cried in the stairwell. You’d just finished a shift where someone called you incompetent because you didn’t know what a “flat white” was supposed to taste like. Your exam results had come back worse than expected. And your period had started early, like the universe had decided to kick you where the sun doesn't shine while you were already down. Bollocks, Simon's voice rang in your mind. You were curled up by the railing, the hoodie laid over your knees, when the door opened. Boots. Heavy ones. Speaking of the devil, Ghost’s voice scared the shit out of you. “Bad day?”

You sniffled, eyeing him up and down. “No, just peachy. Rainbows and all that.”

“Bollocks." He countered timely. You giggled. It was ridiculous and extremely easy to make your day better. Any of them could with just a snap of fingers. "I'm telling Price y'were here cryin' like a baby."

"Oh, shut it. I'll have you know some of us have beating hearts under our ribcage, Mr. Creep-a-lot."

"Oi, yer fifteen years too young t'make fun o'me."

Perhaps you did have one good thing in your hands, wasting it would be a shame.

[babyleostuff]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff, established relationship, down bad wonwoo (he’s a certified simp) 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k

⦗💌 ⦘ though it didn’t bother wonwoo that his girl wasn’t a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys if i play dress to impress does it mean im finally a gamer?

wonwoo was having a stroke. 

months ago, when you first started going out, he of course had to mention his love for gaming and computers, no matter how lame it made him - he figured if it bothered you then you simply weren’t fit for him. but, thankfully, you didn’t find it unappealing whatsoever, you even asked him questions about games and whatnot, sounding genuinely interested. 

and he wouldn’t lie - it’d be cool if you were a gamer as well, but… 

“no, it’s not for me,” you said when he asked if you played. “i don’t really get the hype, and to be honest i just suck really bad.” 

…but wonwoo understood that you didn’t have to share his every passion, besides - you had your hobbies, he had his, and that was perfectly fine. he was more than happy to indulge in activities that you enjoyed and getting to know you even better through them. 

during the course of your relationship you still didn’t show any interest in his games. well, maybe except for when you wanted cuddles, then you suddenly took a great interest in what was happening on his computer, but wonwoo didn’t mind. it was cute how you tried to keep up with the game though you had no idea what it was about, especially when you were sleepy.  

sometimes, though, you felt bad that you didn’t share his passion, that you didn’t know about all of the new updates, and gaming terms, or what the different keys on the keyboard were responsible for, but wonwoo was always quick to shut down those silly thoughts of yours. “i don’t mind, honey,” he always said and kissed your cheek. “i really don’t”. 

so it was safe to say that he had never expected to hear, "i'm a gamer now, baby. i play games," with a proud smile on your lips. 

wonwoo’s day had been long and hard, his muscles were aching from the hours spent on dancing and moving around the stage, and his head was begging for a moment of silence from all the yelling and yapping of his members. 

but that, that just woke him up like no amount of coffees or red bulls could. 

“huh?” he managed to say in utter confusion. 

he didn’t like how you were smiling. there was something sinister about it. 

“there’s this game everyone is playing now. i saw some videos on tik tok,” you had to stifle a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s expression upon the mention of the app he considered cursed, “and it looked fun. so… i’ve been playing it ever since you left for work.” 

well, maybe you did find it on tik tok, but a game was still a game, so wonwoo figured he should count that as a win. 

“let me show you,” you declared and took his hand with an excited grin, before he could say anything else, let alone ask you what kind of game you were talking about. 

you quickly pulled him into his bedroom, totally dismissing mingyu’s “hello”, and made him sit on his gaming chair. 

“i know you don’t like it when people touch your computer-,”.

“you can use it, honey, i don’t mind,” he cut you off and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. as ecstatic as wonwoo was about your breakthrough in gaming, he could wait to go to bed and finally get his well deserved cuddles from you. 

“okay okay,” you said and unintendedly ran your fingers through his hair. “so here it is,” you pointed at the screen behind him. 

wonwoo had no idea what game could have finally caught your attention. even the adorable characters from animal crossing weren’t cute enough for you to spend more than five minutes on the game, but what he saw on his computer...

"what, uh," he gulped. "what is that?"

“dress to impress!” 

well, it certainly did not impress wonwoo. 

“it’s like a dressing up game,” you added, when your boyfriend didn’t say anything. “here.” 

you rolled him a bit away from the desk so you could take your designated place on his lap, and disconnected the headphones from the computer, which made everything so much worse. the music that was playing in the background had to be one of the worst sounds he had ever heard. 

“look,” you pointed at the timer at the top of the screen. “the game is starting.” 

he could feel how you were buzzing with excitement, clapping your hands in tiny, waiting for the time to run out. 

“okay, see? here’s the theme,” wonwoo nodded sceptically, but nonetheless tightened his grip on your waist. 

album cover. 

then the screen changed to what looked like a large walk-in closet the size of his and mingyu's apartment. a bunch of other characters were running around, and the god awful music was still playing, and you started to run around as well, and, “oh my god, what was going on?”. 

“who should i dress up as?” you bit your nail, clearly very focused. wonwoo took a peek at your furrowed brows, and small pout and for a second he drowned out the annoying sound coming from his computer, just to focus on your adorable expression.  

“i can do you!” you said, and turned around to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. “from the “face the sun” concept photos. technically it’s not an album cover, but… no one here is ever on theme anyway”.  

wonwoo could only watch as you slowly changed your outfit into something that was supposed to resemble one of his concept photos, only in a more cutified version, because as you said, "you're a babygirl". with the minutes ticking by, he couldn’t help but smile at you being so focused on putting the whole outfit together. 

"okay, it's done," you said, leaning back so you were resting against wonwoo's chest. "now it's show time."

one by one, the characters walked the carpet, presenting their… whatever their outfits were. 

“ugh, this fit sucks ass,” you groaned, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. “wait til one of them hits the twenty eight pose,” you said, and by the tone of your voice wonwoo did not want to see that. 

“why are you giving everyone one star?” he asked, confused. “that one wasn’t that bad,” he pointed at the character that dressed up as ariana’s dangerous woman. 

“you never give anyone more than one star,” you stated as a matter of fact. “oh, look,” you squealed. “it’s me.” 

indeed it was you, and for what it was worth - your outfit looked the best in wonwoo’s opinion. but then again you were best in everything to him, so his opinion didn’t count. and then the screen turned black again. 

the winners are… 

“now we’ll see who placed on the podium,” you explained, and grabbed his hand that was still resting on your waist. 

wonwoo nodded and put his chin on your shoulder. “i’m sure you’re going to be first, honey.” 

“huh,” you huffed. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that.” 

and yeah, you were right. in the first place there was a character that wasn’t dressed up at all, in the second someone with the vip sign dressed as if they were going to the circus, and in the third there was a very creepy character of a man.

you clicked your tongue annoyed. “told you.” 

well, that was an experience wonwoo had never thought he’d have the, uh, pleasure to go through. 

“so,” you got up, and just when wonwoo was about to whine about the lack of your warmth, you straddled his lap. “what do you think?” you cupped his cheeks and smiled at him brightly. 

he wasn’t sure he was thinking at all, at this point. 

the annoying music? unbearable. the clearly not on theme outfits? hideous. the weird poses that freaked him out? he was sure he’d get nightmares from them. 

wonwoo must’ve been thinking too long about his answer so as not to hurt your feelings, because the smile slowly started to disappear from your face. "you think it's weird, right?" you asked and looked down.

"what? no, it's not that, it's-,".

"sweetie, i understand," you laughed quietly. "it's a game for kids, and a little cheesy at that but-,".

"no no," wonwoo quickly said and grabbed your face in his hands so he could lift your head. "i just didn't expect this. you always said you didn't like to game and i didn't know what to expect."

"yeah, but still-,".

"oh could you be quiet for a second?" he smiled when he saw the corners of your lips lift up. "i didn't mean to make you feel bad and i'm sorry if it did.” 

yeah, the game might not have been his style, and he would never have played it himself, but you liked it. and that was all he cared about. he had never seen you smile like that when he was gaming - your eyes were practically heart shaped when you were dressing up your character, and if this wasn't the most adorable thing ever he didn't know what it was. 

if it made you happy, then it made him happy too.

"you have no idea how glad you found a game you like," he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. "and you know what? if i played myself i'd definitely give your outfit five stars."

you giggled, and wrapped your hand around one of his wrists. "thank you, wonwoo."

"of course," he muttered and pecked your forhead. "now tell me, is there a way we could play it at the same time?"

"wonwoo, you don't have to-,"

"but i want to," he said.

for a moment you just looked at him with a raised brow, as if you were trying to figure out if he was really telling the truth. and he really was. wonwoo would survive any horrible outfit and that annoying music just to see you so excited and happy again.

"are you sure?"

he quickly nodded.

"okay, then let me get my computer."

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[yxngbxkkie]

just a fight (b.c)

hello!! it's been an extremely long time since i've posted any fics on here (or written them)! but i finally got the inspiration to write one for our lovely chris 🤭 i saw a tik tok from the new album intro and came up with this idea. i hope you all like it 🥰

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

It's about the fourth time in an hour that Chris has checked his phone, the frown on his lips staying there as there's still no texts from you. He releases a sigh before attempting to refocus on the task at hand; recording.

The two of you have been in an argument for the past two days. Longest time the two of you have spent angry at one another. You didn't argue often, so Chris is becoming a bit panicked when you don't text him on the third day.

“Hyung,” Changbin's voice snaps Chris from his thoughts, turning in his chair to face the younger member. “Is everything okay? I've never seen you this spaced out.”

Chris provides a fake smile, going to reassure him that everything is okay when his phone vibrates. He picks it up immediately, his heart dropping a bit when it's not you. He swipes away the notification without any thought, not really in the mood to converse with anyone.

“I'm okay, I guess,” he mumbles, setting his phone back on the desk. “Uhm, Y/N and I had an argument three days ago and…” Chris trails off, biting his lip to stop himself from crying.

“Have you tried calling?” Changbin asks, motioning for the other staff to give them a minute alone.

Chris blankly stares at the computer screen, moving the mouse around idly. “I get sent to voicemail,” he tells Changbin, not moving his gaze once.

“I'll try calling. This can't go on any longer. You can't work like this,” Changbin sighs, standing up from the couch. The younger member pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding your contact before calling your number.

Chris can hear the phone ringing, his heart beginning to beat a million miles a minute in his chest.

“Bin?” Your voice comes through the receiver, causing Chris to gasp lightly. He finally looks over towards Changbin, seeing him hold his phone out.

Take the phone. He motions, holding the device out to him. Chris hesitantly takes the phone as you continue to call out for Changbin.

“Y/N?” Chris calls out your name just after Changbin leaves the studio. He can hear your breath hitch at the sound of his voice, and he begins to think you might hang up. “B-Before you hang up… can we talk? Please?”

Silence fills the space as he waits for your reply. He swallows the lump in his throat, wondering if he's fucked up one of the good things in his hectic life.

“I'm really sorry, y'know? I've always had the habit of keeping shit to myself. You can ask the guys,” he starts to apologize, staring at your contact name. “I was doing really well on keeping you in tabs of everything, but these past few weeks have been pretty stressful. And, I know that's not a great excuse, but being cooped up in the studio hours on end has brought me back to my old ways. I should've told you what's been going on, but I promise, if you don't leave me that I'll change. I don't want to lose you.”

His heart is in his throat as he waits for you to say something, anything. When he hears you start to cry, his first instinct is for him to run to your apartment. “Baby–”

“How are you so perfect?” You whisper loud enough for him to hear. You sniffle and clear your throat before speaking again. “I should be so mad at you, Chris. But, you– you make it impossible to stay mad.”

“I'm sorry?” He mumbles, furrowing his brows in confusion.

A chuckle comes from your end, and his heart skips a beat. “It's okay. Uhm, are you busy? Is it okay if I come to you, or,” You offer to meet up, making Chris's heart race.

“Y-Yeah, no, yeah, you can come by. I'll let the front desk know. Text me when you get here?” He asks, a smile coming to his lips for the first time in three days.

“Of course, handsome. I'll see you soon, okay?” You reassure him.

~

You're nervous as you walk into the JYP building. You know everything's going to turn out okay, but for some reason, the nausea is still there. The receptionist clears you through, and you step into the elevator. After pressing the button for the floor Chris is on, you decided to take some deep breaths.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, seeing a single heart emoji text from Chris. Your heart flutters in your chest, beginning to believe that everything will be alright. The door to the elevator opens up, and you step out, walking in the familiar direction of the studio they're using.

When you round the corner to go down the slim hallway, you find Chris standing at the studio door. You stop in place, meeting his dark eyes. The first thing you notice is the bags under his eyes. A frown comes to your lips at how exhausted he looks.

“Baby,” you mumble and start walking towards him.

“You look good,” Chris smiles at you, his eyes a little glossy. “I missed you so much.”

Both of you wrap your arms around one another, embracing tightly. You tightly grip the shirt he's wearing as he takes in the scent of your perfume.

“I missed you, too, baby,” you sigh, combing your fingers through his hair with your free hand.

Chris holds on to you as if you'll disappear once he lets go. He moves both of you into the studio before shutting the door, giving you some privacy.

You pull away from him, keeping your hands on his forearms as you look back up at him. “Everything's gonna be okay, okay?” You reassure him, gently stroking his arms.

He nods his head, clearing his throat before wrapping you up in his arms again. “I honestly thought that this was the end, y'know?” He mumbles into your neck, kissing the skin lightly.

“I'm in love with you, Chris. I don't ever want this to end,” you tell him while massaging the back of his head.

His hands slip under the hoodie you're wearing, a breathy sigh leaving his lips at the feeling of your soft skin. You bring your hands to his face, making him look at you before your lips meet his.

Chris moans into the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. “God,” he mumbles, pulling away for a quick second. He reconnects his lips to yours, putting some more passion into the kiss. “I love you.”

You can't help but giggle, resting your forehead against his. “You make me feel like I've got a high school crush, you know that?” You ask him while placing one of your hands to your chest, feeling how fast your heartbeat is.

“I feel the same about you, baby,” he grins, dimples on full display. Chris grabs a hold of your hands as silence fills the room. He intertwines your fingers, keeping his gaze on them.

“You okay, baby?” You ask him quietly, squeezing his hands. “Talk to me.”

He lifts his head, the smile still there, and he nods. “I'm okay. I'm just– really happy that you're back and that we're okay,” he releases a deep breath, bringing your hands to his lips, peppering the backs of them in kisses.

“I'm afraid you're stuck with me,” you joke with him.

“I wouldn't want it any other way, baby,” Chris pulls you close to him, capturing your lips in another kiss.

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n @foxinnie8

[hoshifighting]

omg omg knf i’m low-key feeling like a genius.

bb do you know that trend on tiktok where the bridesmaids give the husband naughty polaroids of the bride throughout the celebration I NEED HUSBAND!SVT REACTIONS TO THIS (u being the bride ofc)

also i’m saying need but if this is smth you don’t want to do feel free to ignore. ily mwah 💋

husband!seventeen reacting to your bridesmaids's giving them naughty polaroids of yours — tik tok trend

seungcheol’s in the middle of chatting with the groomsmen when he gets the envelope. he opens it, glancing down, and immediately freezes. his eyes widen as he realizes what he’s looking at. “you guys can’t just do this to me!” he tries to play it off, but he can’t help but sneak a peek at the photo again.

jeonghan's expression doesn’t change. he just stares at the photo, then looks up at your bridesmaids with a knowing smirk. he slips the picture into his jacket like it’s no big deal, but the second he catches your eye across the room, his smirk turns into a full-on grin. oh, he’s definitely going to tease you about this. “just wait, babe,” he mouths silently, making sure you know he’s got something planned.

joshua’s too polite to expect anything out of the ordinary, so when the envelope is handed to him, he opens it without a second thought. his eyes widen immediately, and his cheeks flush a deep red. “oh my god,” he whispers, quickly closing the envelope and tucking it away, glancing around nervously to see if anyone else saw it. he’s mortified, but there’s a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he looks over at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

junhui the second his eyes land on the photo, his brows shoot up, and his mouth falls open. “oh… wow,” he mumbles, trying to hold back the grin creeping up his face. he looks around to make sure no one else can see, quickly stuffing the photo into his suit pocket, but his eyes keep darting back to u. he gives you a playful smirk across the room, biting his lip slightly.

hoshi opens the envelope, sees the photo, and immediately lets out a loud “oh my god!” his eyes go wide, and he’s laughing, blushing like crazy. “seriously? right now?” he says, grinning ear to ear, but he’s clearly flustered. he tries to play it cool, but u can see the blush creeping up his neck.

wonwoo doesn’t say a word—just slips the photo into his jacket, giving the bridesmaids a quiet nod. but there’s a glint in his eyes when he looks over at you. he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you adjusting his glasses, hoping that the dream of them hide his red cheeks.

woozi doesn’t know what’s coming when he takes the envelope, and when he opens it, his reaction is instant. his eyes widen, and his face turns bright red. “what the—” he quickly snaps the photo shut. he’s completely flustered, but he’s also low-key impressed. tries to act like it didn’t faze him, but the blush won’t go away. “you’re lucky it’s our wedding day, or you’d be in serious trouble.”

minghao’s expression barely changes, but you can see the slight quirk of his eyebrow. he glances at the photo, then at your bridesmaids with a knowing smirk. “you girls really think you’re slick, hm?” he says quietly, folding the photo and tucking it into his suit jacket. later, he’ll pull you aside, his voice low and teasing. “you’ve got some nerve doing this at our wedding, but I’m not mad about it.”

mingyu’s curious from the start, wondering what kind of wedding surprise your bridesmaids could’ve cooked up. when he sees the photo, his jaw drops. “no way…” he mutters, blinking like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. he blushes instantly, but his eyes keep drifting back to the photo.

seokmin’s the type to open the envelope with the biggest smile, thinking it’s something cute. but when he sees the photo, his eyes go wide, and he lets out a loud, “holy shit!” before clamping his hand over his mouth. his face turns bright red, and he quickly stuffs the photo back in the envelope.

seungkwan’s expecting a cute, heartfelt note or maybe some kind of sweet wedding surprise, so when he opens the envelope and sees the photo, he gasps. “oh my god, no way,” he mutters under his breath, his face instantly flushing red. he glances around nervously, quickly hiding the photo, but his heart’s racing. “you really had to do this today of all days?”

vernon pauses. his eyes widen slightly, and he lets out a quiet, surprised laugh. “wow… okay,” he mutters, nodding to himself like he’s impressed. he slips the photo back into the envelope, tucking it into his pocket with a smirk.

chan’s face turns beet red as he sees the photo, and he almost drops it. “what the—?! are you serious?” he sputters, eyes wide in shock. then he quickly glances over at you, trying to gauge your reaction. he chuckles nervously, clearly flustered but loving the chaos.

[kxsagi]

the aisle be yours had be wheezing like an old man on his death bed😭 anyways, i have an idea!😼 What if it's the blue lock men (like bachira or anyone you find silly enough to do it) doing it to reader, but the reader just sighed, rolled her eyes and didn't even bother to chase them😭 then 15 minutes later the men grew worried so they try to find her but found her already paying for their groceries to the cashier😔

“𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐟, 𝐢𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭”

a/n: reader is so nonchalant here, i could never 😭

ft. bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

bachira meguru

he was hyping it up like he was on ninja warrior or something. 

“alright, babe, three... two... ONE—" and he's GONE, sprinting full speed down the cereal aisle with a bag of frozen peas like it's a baton. 

you? you just blinked, sighed, and turned the cart around. 

15 minutes later, he’s crouched behind the paper towels, whispering to himself like, “okay, any second now, she’ll turn the corner and be like ‘bachiraaa~’” 

but you never did. 

eventually peeks out, realizes you’re not even looking for him. 

rushes around the store in a panic until he finds you at checkout, scanning his dumb snacks like the loving wife you are. 

“baby? you weren’t worried i got kidnapped? :(” 

“no, because no kidnapper would deal with your hyper ass for more than 30 seconds.” 

he smiles like you just told him you love him. 

shidou ryusei

sprinted off yelling, “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, SEXY!” 

makes it a full-blown chase scene with sound effects, dramatic dives, and fake backflips in the produce aisle. 

you? you didn’t even blink. just kept pushing the cart. 

after ten minutes of hiding in the walk-in freezer, he peeks out and goes, “where’s my girl at?” 

sees you at self-checkout with that little bored lean and your phone in one hand. 

he’s offended. appalled. scandalized. 

walks up like, “you weren’t gonna hunt me down like a sexy panther in heat???”

“no, because i’m not dumb.” 

pouts the whole way home. 

“you hurt my feelings,” he grumbles. 

“good.” 

he falls more in love. 

karasu tabito

thinks he’s being hilarious. 

runs off but keeps yelling over his shoulder, “I’M BEING KIDNAPPED, BABY SAVE ME!” 

you shoot him the “i will leave your ass here” look. 

he disappears anyway. 

fifteen minutes later he’s crouched behind a discount bin of clearance granola, whispering, “is she mad? is she pouting? is she playing hard to get?” 

spoiler: you’re none of the above. 

he finds you coolly tapping your card like the unbothered queen you are. 

“ya weren’t worried about me?” 

“you’re too loud to kidnap.” 

mutters “damn, she’s got a point” and takes the bags without complaint. 

lowkey never tries that again because he doesn’t like being ignored by you. too humbling. 

nagi seishiro

did not run so much as he wandered off like a toddler. 

saw a shelf of limited edition chips and floated away mid-conversation. 

fully expected you to grab him by the hoodie and drag him back. 

instead, you let him go. 

he spent 20 minutes taste-testing free samples and playing on his phone. 

suddenly realizes you’re not near him and immediately goes 😐. 

“did she leave me. oh my gosh. i’ve been abandoned. survival mode: activated.” 

finds you calmly scanning items at checkout like nothing happened. 

stands behind you, lips on your shoulder, arms dangling. “i missed you.” 

“you left.” 

“i was lost. like a kitten.” 

you roll your eyes but kiss his cheek anyway. he takes that as a win. 

isagi yoichi

he was feeling mischievous. 

like, he watched a couple prank tik toks and suddenly thought he was a menace. 

you’re comparing yogurt brands, and he just grabs the cart and books it. 

looks back like, “haha she’s totally gonna chase me 😼” 

what he doesn’t expect is for you to blink slowly… sigh… and just turn around and walk away. 

not even a “yoichi 🙄” or a “bring that back.” 

ten minutes later: panic. 

fifteen minutes later: full-blown regret. 

“wait… she hasn’t texted me. oh no. what if she’s mad? what if she’s GONE?” 

starts speed-walking up and down aisles, whispering your name like a worried victorian husband. 

finally sees you at the cashier, already paying for everything. including the dumb snacks he picked. 

walks up with the saddest little pout. “you weren’t worried?” 

“yoichi, you ran away in an air-conditioned building with security cameras.” 

“… fair.” 

grabs all the bags to carry them himself as a quiet apology. 

doesn’t try to prank you again. 

instead holds onto the cart the whole time on the next trip like he’s afraid you’ll disappear now. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kurooangel]

I need this trend with any of the Haikyuu boys desperately 😩😩😩😩 please write it queen 🤞🏾

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYwY9swU/

₊˚⊹  slim pickins .ᐟ

featuring: kuroo tetsuro ★ miya atsumu ★ miya osamu ★ ushijima wakatoshi ★ bokuto kotaro ★

content: fluff. timeskip haikyuu. f!reader. masterlist.

a/n: I loveeee this trend so I had to take this request!! tysm! <3

★ kuroo tetsuro ── ۶ৎ

both of you were laying on bed while you're watching tik tok. laying on his broad, toned chest, this trend appears while he's scrolling. "baby we have to do it" he says, an smirk on his face while he keeps caressing your waist. "I mean, look at your man. are you really going to waste this opportunity?"

that's how he drags you out of the bed and, without putting a shirt on, he starts recording. he is behind you and caresses your hips and waist before lifting you up like you were as light as a feather. he hoists you on his shoulders while you giggle and the video finishes. "tetsu, put me down!" you laugh.

★ miya atsumu ── ۶ৎ

he is the one who asks you to do it. "please, please, cmon gorgeous." he says, brown and pleading eyes locked with yours. you roll your eyes amused, but finally agree. "fine, but put a shirt on" you get up and he nods, eager to do this trend with you.

when both of you are ready, he doesn't wait until the first second of the video, as soon as it starts, he lifts you in his arms. first bridal style and then he hoists you on his shoulders before flexing his big biceps and finish the tik tok. he kisses your thigh before looking up at you and wink. "it's perfect, doll"

★ miya osamu ── ۶ৎ

he arches an eyebrow when you show him the tik tok trend. "i'm cooking right now, sweetheart" 'samu gives you a quick apologising smile. "c'mon 'samu, it'll be quick" he can't resist those pretty, pleading eyes of yours and he finally gives in.

"so I just have to... lift you?" you nod and place both of you before placing your phone as well. you start recording and sabrina's song starts playing. he takes off his black cap, runs a hand through his dark hair and lifts you up easily, hoisting you on his shoulder and giving a soft smile to you through the camera. he kisses your thigh and gives you your phone so you can stop recording.

★ ushijima wakatoshi ── ۶ৎ

he shook his head when you show him, and when he saw your pout, he finally spoke. "what if you fall? or what if I can't lift you?" you arch your eyebrow, slightly shocked. "are you serious?" you say while you place the phone on the counter. "okay, maybe I can lift you, but what if you fall?" he insists. "well, I trust those big arms to catch me if I fall, 'toshi. now c'mere"

with a sigh, he gets up and stays still behind you while you click on the song and starts recording. he waits until you nod and grips your waist tightly before lifting you up quickly, hoisting you on his shoulders. a sigh leaves his mouth and you stop the video after that. when he puts you down, you can't help but peck him. "see? I didn't fall, but maybe I fell for you a bit more"

★ bokuto kotaro ── ۶ৎ

he was amazed at this trend. it was his opportunity to flex about you, his precious girlfriend, and how much of a good man he was for you. "baby, look at this!" he rushed in the living room, where you were watching a movie. you chuckled and agreed to do it, so he turned on the lights and placed the phone on the table, making sure both of you were on the phone's frame. after that, he started recording.

the song starts playing and bokuto has a big, big smile on his face. he kisses your cheek and lifts you up like you were simba from the lion king before hosting you on his shoulders. he flexes his biceps and clapped at himself ahead of stop recording.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

[r3starttt]

PHOTO BOOTH

PAIRING: Abby | Ellie | Dina x reader

CW: headcanons. small. been on my drafts since August...

TAGLIST: @twopeoplee @Kaimythically @greysontheidiot @levilvrr @sapphic-ovaries @girlkisser168 @bilsvlt @tlouloser @marsworlddd @1-800-fantasy @ellieswifee232 @prwttiestbunny @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @rob1nbuckl3ys @abbys-muscles @dinakisser @lott6i @imagoddess @GodessAgrona

ABBY

𝜗𝜚 She would be the one to drag you, wanting one of those cute pics she'd seen all over tik tok and Instagram.

𝜗𝜚 Plus, she's already a Polaroid person. Abby loves the idea of having the physical memory, a tangible thing to remember special dates with literally anyone she cares about.

𝜗𝜚 She's got some Polaroids of you on her wallet, the mirror of her car, the mirror of her bathroom, on her phone case. Abby just adores having something to look at whenever she's having a hard time, whenever she misses you.

𝜗𝜚 Abby would be either shy at first or super straightforward, either way she's got you on her lap, with her hands around your waist and over your lap, rubbing your thighs up and down as she tries to understand how does it work.

"Babe, I think you gotta-" you can't even finish your sentence when she's already clicking stuff all over the screen. Both getting interrupted by a robotic woman's voice who's just starting to read the instructions. "Got it" she murmurs, and you lean back, giving her enough space to lean closer to the screen and touch whatever buttons the voice indicates.

𝜗𝜚 She doesn't really move a lot or suggests anything. Her hands stay still all over you the whole time, just staring back with those puppy eyes she reserves for you, mocking every pose and face you do, following any instructions you give to her.

"In five... four..." the woman counts loudly. Your nails touch her skin first, cupping her cheeks and leading her face to look back at you, which she obbeys with ease.

She knows what's on your mind, it's not the first time that happens. Her eyes close, giving you the prettiest view before you stamp your glossy lips against her skin. "two... one... smile!"

𝜗𝜚 Even with her face filled with gloss and lipstick, she comes out of the cabin proudly, whispering you to stay there before she closes the courtain. You obbey, confused, and simply sit there, looking at your barely visible reflection on the screen to clean the small bits of gloss you've smudged around your lips when kissing her.

"You ready?" you flinch a bit at the sudden interruption. A frown on your face as you process her words. "Want some with your face in it, come on" Abby tiltes her chin up, signaling to the screen. Yet before you can reply, the woman's voice appears once again, explaining the same steps you just heard minutes ago and giving you instructions to use the cabin properly. You just look at her with a sheepish stupid smile, which is already illuminating her pretty face. Both in a small awe before she closes the courtin again.

𝜗𝜚 While she waits for you, her heart is practically melting, staring at the pictures with so much love it's ridiculous.

ELLIE

𝜗𝜚 You're the one dragging her, mostly because you saw that look on her face. That one she puts whenever there's something on her mind she's too shy to say out loud.

𝜗𝜚 You enter first, patting quickly for her to step in and sit next to you. Your hair cascades a little on the sides of your face as you lean closer to the screen, following each step while indicating her to think of any pose while you manage to make the machine work.

𝜗𝜚 Ellie just sits there, quietly nodding and smiling at your words. If there's anything she loves, it is how well you know her, how much you love her, and understand her without the need of a word.

"Okay, ready? says we have ten seconds between each pic and we have eight chances, good?" You lean back, turning to her side a little to make sure you're both fitting properly. Ellie jus nods, murmuring a small "yup"

𝜗𝜚 She'd be making the most ugly funny faces at first, begging you to do it with her, which you simply accept.

𝜗𝜚 Every pose she makes, you have to mock. Rules are rules she says.

𝜗𝜚 She adores the machine, asking to do it again once the woman's voice announces the last picture about to be taken.

"Okay, come here" she murmurs, her hands patting on her lap while she enters the cabin first this time. And you do, half sitting while you adjust the courtain, suddenly being pushed by her "I could've hit my head El-" her lips are already on you "you didn't"

𝜗𝜚 She proceeds to click every button, try filters and other options the machine has, simply clicking on your favorite color for the frame.

𝜗𝜚 There's already a plan on her head, which you listen and nod. You choose four poses, she chooses the other four.

"Babe, please" her words come along a groan as it's the third time she's begging you to kiss her for the photo and you simply laugh at her face. The woman counting the seconds left. "You should beg for my kisses more frequently"

"Just shut up, and kiss me, please"

DINA

𝜗𝜚 She's the one to drag you, not like there was much effort on your side to decline the sweet offer of taking pictures with your girl in them.

𝜗𝜚 She's inside first, pulling you with a teasing "Come here" while you just laugh at her. Yet, once inside you're the one clicking all buttons until the instructions are told.

𝜗𝜚 Dina just sits quietly, thinking of all the many cute couples she's seen doing this, cursing herself for not remembering the poses so you can have the prettiest pictures of both- then, cursing at herself for even caring about it, as long as you are the one in those pictures there's nothing else that matters, right?

"So, what do we do?" Your face is finally uncovered by your hair as you lay back and glance at her, starting to pick some decorations to put on the frame. Dina leans back, wrapping one of her arms around your waist while her chin remains on your shoulder. "Since I don't think you're asking me how to decorate it-" her tone sarcastic while she gives you that look. Her lips press gently on your cheeks before both turn your attention back to the screen. "Maybe you can just kiss me in all of them..."

𝜗𝜚 You laugh it off, clicking on the start button so the pictures can be taken. Dina takes her time to pull you closer to her, tilting her body to the side a little so there's enough space to change positions in between.

"Ready?" but before you can even react she's got her hand cupping at your cheeks. Her soda tainted lips pressed against yours with an unusual steadiness. One of her hand quickly moves down your chest, cupping at one of your breasts gently. "Dina-" your tone muffled between the kiss and the quiet laughs you share.

𝜗𝜚 Once you hear the loud "Two, one, smile!" from the robotic voice, you quickly change the position. Panicking until Dina takes the lead for both.

Her hand cups your chin this time, turning your face towards the camera. One baby hair loosen next to her face, her eyes closed while she leans in for a quick kiss on your cheek. "I love you."

𝜗𝜚 You can't even reply back because the time Is already over and either you change again or you remind her what she hears or sees each day from you. You love Dina, but she must know by now, just like you can tell with how she looks at you. Just like now.

𝜗𝜚 This time you take the lead, brushing the same hair you noticed when she kissed you, behind her ear at first. You've seen endless pictures of people and couples doing hearts either with their cheeks, hands- so many cute ideas you needed to try.

"Like this?" she frowns, quickly copying what you're going with your hand, on her cheek. You brush your hair back, making sure the hearts can be seen. "I love you more." The words enlighten her face so quickly it melts you entirely. "I see what you're doing." And before you can erase the fake offense and mocking laugh from both of your faces, the click is heard and the photo taken.

[winterzsurprise]

A New Beginning || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: You tell Miguel that you're ready to have a child with him.

Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, breeding kink, unprotected sex, big dick Miguel, creampie, vaginal fingering, brief blowjob scene, soft sex that turned rough later on, Miguel kinda whimpered lol.

Period is gone and came the asexual lil shit who can't write smut anymore lmaooo. I have two other plots just waiting to be finished (something about being paralyzed by his venom and needy sex after a death scare) but aaaaaaaaaaa. This is so shit, I apologize lmao.

mi vida - my life || cariño - honey || mi cielo- my sky (correct me on this please)

“I think I’m ready.”

Miguel didn’t respond for the longest time, focused on frying the vegetables. Clearing your throat you tried again.

“Miguel? I think I’m ready.”

“For what exactly? What trouble are you brewing up again?”

Sensing his dedication towards completing his task, you grew doubtful of your decision of dropping the news to him. 

Miguel, always tuned in to your moods even without seeing you, immediately turned off the stove and turned to face you with crossed arms at your prolonged silence.

“Alright, what is it?”

Now seeing the permanent frown in his face, you wondered if he’s even as ready as you are. Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider society and a chronic over-worker, you could see him putting his job first as the protector of spider people since he sometimes does it with you.

But you’ve seen how his eyes lingered a little too long on Mayday and Peter B whenever they visited. You’ve seen him replay clips of a future that doesn’t belong to him and watched him mourn over a child that never existed in this universe.

Having a kid with both of your features…

It doesn't seem like that bad of an idea.

“I’m just… thinking about kids you know?”

The twitch in his eyebrow betrayed his uninterested expression. “Oh? What about them?”

“I think I’m ready for one.”

Tensed silence immediately filled the room, locking your throat close as you waited for a change in his stance with bated breath. You saw the surprise flash in his eyes but he made no move to indicate his interest in the subject. 

If it wasn’t for Mayday, you wouldn’t have thought about bringing a child into a world where she'd have parents from two separate dimensions, both superhuman and known as saviors of the world. Not to mention, while being an active crime fighter in your own universes which is not an ideal occupation for a pregnant woman.

Even then, you had your IUD removed a few days ago when you returned to your world for a visit and only today did you guys had the time to bond.

As you linger in the silence, regret starts to crawl up your throat. Maybe it's a stupid decision after all...

His sigh sliced through the thick atmosphere before his voice did. “Are you sure?”

Miguel, no matter how unsure his voice sounded, had a hungry look in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about it for so long and... I think I’m ready now.”

You swear you could hear the clock from the living room tick beside you as you wait in anticipation. 

tik!

tok!

tik!

tok!

tik!

Miguel reached behind to remove his apron, crumpling them like a paper ball and tossing them to the side before crossing the distance between the two of you with one large step, hands surging to cup your cheeks to pull you in for a deep kiss.

You melted in the soft plushies of his lips, hands rising to tangle themselves into his hair. 

His hands wandered down to your rear, tapping it rapidly and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist before proceeding to walk blindly to the bedroom, relying solely on muscle memory.

Miguel’s lips melded with yours smoothly with years of experience, his taste familiar in your tongue. Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging him closer as the door opened behind you.

It didn't take long before you hit the softness of your bed. His body dwarfs yours in every way and the realization never fails to send jolts of pleasure down your spine.

There's greed and desperation in Miguel's hands as he tore through your shirt and bra, freeing your breasts that pebbled with goosebumps from the cold air. Despite the hunger and rush in his movements, his touch is the softest it has been in a long, long time since the needy sex from months ago after a death scare.

His fingers found your stiff nubs and pinched them, sending sparks crawling over your body, stirring your nerve endings awake. Miguel's lips parts from yours to pepper kisses down your skin, leaving warmth in its wake.

You quickly made work of his top, pushing it over his head before he latched onto your skin once more like a bloodsucker.

"You're so pretty, mi cielo." He groaned, kneading your mounds together. "I lose my mind just thinking about your tits growing full with milk for our kid." 

You couldn't suppress the shudder racking your body at the mention of having your own child, together. A low moan left your lips and Miguel's hand wandered lower to tug on the bands of your shorts and underwear.

"You don't mind this one, yeah?"

"Rip it off."

He didn't need to hear it twice, the sound of fabrics tearing off into two echoed in the room and plant both your legs on either side of him, leaving you bare for him to see. Sitting back on his heels, he admired his work as he caressed your inner thighs with small circles, a promise of what to come.

"As much as I want to eat you up, I want to see you falling apart my dick more."

You nod feverishly, sighing as deft fingers found your clit to roll in tight circles, occasionally scooping down to spread your wetness around your folds. Heat explodes from your abdomen, spreading across your body as pleasure slowly ricochets inside you.

His finger enters you, curling up to caress the spongy part of your walls and you moan. Miguel spared no time adding another digit inside you, picking up a fast pace and your body arched, hips twisting to follow his ministrations.

But before the pressure in your abdomen builds up, he pulls away to your distaste.

"Fuck…" You whined.

"Stop whining and get on top of me. I wanna see you bounce."

He slipped off of his pants and boxers, tossing it to the side before switching positions with you. You reached down to his hardened length, pumping him leisurely while he ran his calloused hands up and down the meat of your thighs.

You eyed the clear pre-cum erupting from his tip with every pump with fascination. Miguel's hands tensed on your thighs as a warning yet you bent down to lick off it off. A salty taste explodes in your mouth and Miguel grunts, nails digging into your flesh.

"Mi vida..."

"You're such a mood killer." You said, earning yourself a pinch in your thigh and you giggled.

You positioned his intimidatingly huge dick directly under you and with a deep breath, you let the tip sink into you. It's barely in and you're struggling with his girth stretching you wide open. Seeing the struggle in your face, Miguel rubbed circles on your hips.

"You can do it, baby. You know you can take me in."

With the slight pushing from Miguel, you eased him in with a mewl. He feels deeper and fuller this way and you gasped at him, nudging more of him inside.

"Fuck..! You're so deep..! I c-can't—"

"You can and you will. I'll make sure you do."

"P-please... Ah!"

Surrendering your control to him momentarily, he gladly took up the mantle. Your mind grew fuzzy at how full he makes you feel and it pleased Miguel to no end to see you drunk on his cock. Reaching up to your neck, he pulls you down for a dizzying kiss.

You whimpered into his mouth as he gained some speed, nudging the roof of your uterus, keeping your mouth hang ajar, spouting gibberish and noises of absolute ecstasy. His hands roamed your body with the greed of an explorer in a new land yet tender as if handling a feather whilst you tugged hard on his locks.

"You feel so tight around me. God, you feel heavenly." He grunts as he drives himself in your heat.

Your body grew feverish as your heart grew fuller from the softness of his touches and kisses. The knots in your abdomen twisted tighter, your impending climax arriving a little early.

"I-I'm close…"

"Give it to me, come all over my dick. I want it all."

Picking up speed, you cried onto his shoulders as he plummets into you hard. Your hips grew erratic as you followed the intensity of his thrusts, his hands grabbing the globes of your ass to guide your heat onto his. 

"Come for me, cariño."

Your whimpered whispers of his name filled the room as you tip closer to the edge.

The knots in your abdomen unfurl and you come, trembling on top of him with a shout. He grunts as the tightness brought by your end, hugged his girth firmly. His hot pants fanned your ears as your climax encouraged him closer, the sound of his pleasure sent sparks throughout your body and swells your chest with pride.

"Take all of me, baby. You want it yeah? Want me to fill you up real bad? Want me to breed and knock you up?"

"Yes yes yes…! I want it please please please!"

Miguel protectively wrapped his arms around you as he came, exploding and painting your insides white with a deep groan. His arms only tightened around you, forbidding you from leaving.

Flipping you both, he sits up to stare at where you both connected with lust clouded eyes. Pulling out, you groaned at the feeling of his seed pulse out of you and Miguel clicked his tongue.

"You're wasting them."

Scooping them up, he plunged them into you and your thighs twitched from the intrusion. You let your eye close as your soul slowly settles back into your body, exhaustion weighing your eyelids shut.

The sound of wet squelch of his fluids mixed with yours burned your cheeks and you forced yourself to focus on the feeling of his fingers plunging his seed back in, pleasurable albeit a little painful.

Miguel halts, only to bring your legs up to your shoulders, stirring you awake from your momentary rest to meet the wicked gleam in his dilated eyes as he pinned your thighs down and loomed over you.

"Don't even think of sleeping tonight or tomorrow. We haven't even started."

[divagrace]

It Reminded Me of You

SoftRafe x SweetPoguePrincess

Summary: Rafe has been seeing these silly stuffed animals everywhere online, so when he saw a girl on tik tok talking about the new ones releasing, he decided to get you one.

Warnings: none! 🫶🏻

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‘These are just the cutest things ever’

‘Guys look what my boyfriend got me for my birthday!’

‘I’m not even kidding, I would go to war for this peanut’

‘Here are all the new furry friends that will be dropping next week.’

Rafe had no idea what the hell a Jellycat was until two weeks ago. He liked one video of some little kid getting one for Christmas and now they have bombarded his social media feed.

But when he saw a video showing all of the different ones that would be coming out next week, one caught his eye. He knew you would love it.

It was a bunny. From what he’s gathered that’s their most popular animal. But it wasn’t just any old bunny, it was a hot pink one.

Rafe just knew that you would die for it.

So obviously the day that the new stuffies were released, Rafe made it his mission to get it for you. He didn’t pay attention to the work he was supposed to be doing, instead, he sat behind his computer and waited for the time that was said.

Once he saw that they had dropped, he scrolled until he found the pink bunny and added it into his cart.

Then he sees a navy blue bunny and knows that you would die two times because they match. Right as he is about to check out, he sees those damn peanuts, just this time they are on key chains. He puts two of them in his cart.

Rafe places the order and he gets the notification that it will be here in about a week.

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When Rafe got the confirmation that the package was delivered, he knew that he had to intercept it before you got the chance to open it up.

Rafe knows how much you love to open up packages, you claim that it makes you feel like an influencer, whatever that means, so Rafe always lets you open the things that he orders in the mail.

Luckily, he is able to get ahold of one of the gardeners, and he asks them if they can grab the package and tuck it in a spot that you won’t see it for now.

Rafe can’t help but feel a small amount of excitement bubble up in his stomach at the thought of surprising you. He really hopes that you’ll love everything.

Rafe walks through the doors to the smell of something warm and sweet. He kicks off his shoes and sets his keys on the tray you crafted for him, and then follows the delicious smell to the kitchen .

And there you are, hunched over the counter with a look of concentration, frosting a delicious looking batch of vanilla cupcakes with pink frosting.

Rafe waits at least two minutes until you finally realize he’s standing there. But when you do notice, you jump back in surprise.

“Rafe oh my goodness! You scared me.” You tell him, eyes still wide from your shock. He chuckles at your reaction.

“Sorry baby. Didn’t want you to lose your focus.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad you’re home now. How was work?” You ask him as he comes to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“It was good baby. ‘M got a surprise for you.” He mumbles into your neck. Pulling away from you, Rafe walks out of the kitchen of Tanny Hill and to one of the many empty bedrooms.

He found the box sitting at the top of the bare closet, and reached up to grab it. Rafe made his way back to you. Now you were carefully dusting a coating of sprinkles on the top of each cupcake, giving every single one your upmost attention.

Rafe waits patiently for you to finish, and when you finally turn your gaze to him, he holds out the box to you.

“What’s this?” You look at him confused.

“Just open the box baby. You’ll find out.” Rafe says, fighting a smile.

You take the box from him and set it on the table. You grab a pair of kitchen scissors from one of the drawers and starts to slice through the tape on the top of the package. You peel open the layers of the cardboard, and Rafe can finally catch a glimpse of that bright blue bag he’s been seeing on social media for weeks.

You let out a gasp. You turn your head to Rafe, eyes wide.

“Rafe did you seriously get me a Jellycat?” You ask in disbelief.

“Well keep opening it baby.” He says.

You grab the first bag out of the box and undo the drawstrings. You reach in and pull out the navy blue bunny. You let out a cute little whine. Rafe knows you already love it.

“It’s so cute Rafe!” You exclaim, showing him the bunny like he didn’t buy it himself.

“There’s more.” He says urging you to continue.

You reach in again and grab another bag, the same size as the first one. This time, it’s the pink bunny.

“Oh. My. Gosh. She is the cutest thing ever! I love her. Wait! Did you do this on purpose? You made the blue one you, and the pink one is me!” You start going crazy.

Rafe laughs.

“I did baby. Thought you would like it.” Rafe says.

“I love it!” You yell.

You see once again that there is another bag. So you take it out of the box and reach in to find two much smaller stuffies. You pull the two peanut keychains out of the bag.

“Rafe shut up. Shut up!” At this point you are bouncing off the walls.

“Is one for you to?” You ask him excitedly. Rafe only nods, but that’s enough to have you squealing and jumping into his arms.

He was ready, he caught you and rested his hands under your ass, while you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

“Thank you so much Rafey. These are the most adorable things ever!” You mumble into his neck.

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Later on, you make Rafe put his peanut onto his keys after you clipped yours onto your purse. He tried to argue saying that it was “too bulky”, but you told him he would get extra head scratches if he did.

So he did.

You set your two bunnies on his bed. You also made it so it looked like they are hugging each other. Rafe asked why and you told him, “It’s because they’re dating just like us. Duh.”

He just nodded his head and went along with it.

Now you guys are lying in bed, and he just discovered the massive Jellycats that cost the average persons rent.

Looks like yall are getting a giant version of your bunnies next week.

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AN: ugh I loved this one. I impulsively bought a Jellycat that is an egg with little bunny ears. But I want a bunny one sooooooo bad.

I also just love this reader and soft Rafe together.

Also we are almost at 200 followers which is crazy I love yall so so much!

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[wendichester]

HIyaa

So I was on tiktok and saw a couple do that shirt trend where you paint each other's forearms and hug eachother while wearing a white shirt so that it leaves the print of your arms hugging them on their back, and I thought that would be the cutest thing ever if sam or dean and reader did it hehehe >:)

౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ handprint,

summary. it's diy time with sammy after an entire afternoon of tik tok scrolling

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 518

notes. the cutest idea! thank you for requesting sweets 🩷

The smell of acrylic paint lingers in the air as you dip the brush into a deep shade of blue, your bottom lip caught between your teeth in concentration. Across from you, Sam watches with that lopsided smile of his, arms resting on his knees as he waits for you to finish coating his forearms in paint.

“I still don’t get why we’re doing this,” he says, though there’s amusement in his voice.

“You’ll get it when you see the end result,” you tease, dragging the brush down the strong curve of his forearm. His skin is warm beneath your touch, muscles flexing slightly as you work. “Besides, it’s cute. And I don’t know about you, but I’d like to have proof that you actually let yourself have fun for once.”

Sam huffs a laugh, shaking his head, but he doesn’t argue. He lets you paint all the way down to his fingertips, and when you’re done, he switches roles, dipping his own brush into a warm, golden yellow before starting on your arms. His hands are steady, fingers brushing against your skin in a way that feels a little too intimate for something so simple. You hold your breath when he smooths paint over the inside of your wrist, eyes flicking up to meet yours for the briefest second before he looks away.

“Okay,” he says, clearing his throat when he finishes. “Now what?”

Your heart flutters as you step closer, grabbing onto the hem of Sam’s shirt to pull him toward you. “Now we hug.”

He blinks, mouth parting slightly like he wasn’t expecting that, even though you definitely explained it earlier. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” You grin, wrapping your arms around his back. “C’mon, Sammy, you afraid of a little hug?”

He huffs again, but there’s a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he gently wraps his arms around you in return. His warmth seeps through the fabric of your shirt, his paint-covered fingers pressing into your shoulder blades. You melt into him, closing your eyes for a second longer than necessary, inhaling the faint scent of old books and spearmint.

When you finally pull back, there’s a smear of blue on your cheek where his thumb must have brushed against you, and his shirt is speckled with gold from where you accidentally pressed your arms too high up. But when you turn around and check the mirror, you let out a delighted gasp.

On the back of your white shirt, Sam’s arms are perfectly outlined in deep blue, the imprint of his embrace painted onto the fabric like a memory made permanent.

“You’re gonna have to make room in your closet,” you say, grinning as you turn to face him. “Because I’m never taking this off.”

Sam chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks dusted pink. “Guess that means I get to keep mine too, then.”

You glance at the golden print of your arms on his back, and something about the sight makes your heart ache in the sweetest way.

“Yeah,” you murmur, softer now. “I think you should.”

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[moonrisecherub]

atta girl | emily prentiss x reader

summary: you and emily try a new way to use your strap-on.

tags: smut (18+, mdni!), fem!non-bau!reader, top!emily, established relationship, mommy kink (sorry, not sorry), nipple play, vaginal fingering, strap-on use, no use of y/n, second person

word count: 1.3k

a/n: regular text size and capitalization under the cut. the premise of this was inspired by a tik tok i saw by @/siliconeslinger and the title is a twist on atta boy by red velvet :)

cross-posted on ao3

Sex with Emily was always amazing. The first time the two of you slept together, something had just clicked. Even though there was still much to learn about each other, that was part of the fun. Every day, you discovered something new about the other person. And every day, your affection grew.

Emily had been away on a case for nearly a week, leaving you with way too much free time on your hands. On this particular night, you had been scrolling on your phone when you came across a video explaining an alternate way to use a strap-on.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of trying this with Emily, and you filed away the idea for her return.

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A few days later, the team had finally wrapped up their case. It was getting late, but you couldn’t fall asleep knowing that Emily would be getting home soon.

So, instead of going to sleep—as you probably should have—you prepared for your girlfriend’s return.

First, you took a nice, steamy shower with your favourite body wash and scrub. Then, you put on your best nightwear and lit a candle before settling into bed with a book while you waited (im)patiently for Emily’s arrival.

Finally, you heard the front door open and some rustling in the entrance of the apartment. Soon enough, Emily appeared in the doorway. She looked exhausted, but the second her eyes landed on you, they were lit with a spark reserved only for you.

“Sweetheart,” she started as she made her way over to the bedside, “you didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“I know,” you replied, “but I wanted to.”

Emily took your face into her hand, stroking the skin of your cheek softly.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?”

At that, you giggled slightly, but you were soon silenced by her lips on yours. The kiss was gentle at first, but you deepened it quickly, perhaps due to all your pent-up energy. The book you’d been reading was soon discarded, and your hands made their way into your girlfriend’s silver locks. You hummed at the feeling of her tongue on yours, happy to know that she was just as hungry for you as you were for her.

Soon, however, Emily pulled away—albeit hesitantly.

“Honey, we should both get some sleep,” she said softly, “don’t you think?”

You shook your head, a pout forming on your lips and your eyes pleading.

“Oh? Does my girl have something else on her mind?”

You nodded in response.

“Words, honey.”

“Y-yes.”

A pause. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“There she is.”

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In a flurry of mouths on necks and shoulders, and hands just about everywhere else, you soon found yourselves naked under the soft covers of the bed.

With her lips latched snuggly around your nipple, Emily’s hand wandered down until her fingers reached your warmth. She moaned around your nipple, surprised at just how wet you were, which in turn sent a jolt through your body.

With urgency—but still tenderness—she gathered your wetness before inserting a finger into your entrance. You gasped at the feeling of her already beginning to thrust the digit in and out, curling it upwards as well. Already, you were beginning to shake.

She released her mouth from your nipple. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, “missed me, huh?”

You nodded, entranced by her low, but dulcet tone. Her slight teasing seemed to do something to you, as you clenched around her finger—which didn’t go unnoticed.

Just when you thought you might get to cum, she pulled out, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing. You whined at the feeling, eyebrows knitting together as you looked at her.

Her lips curled up. “We’re just getting started here.”

And maybe it was a blessing in disguise, because as she got up to get the strap, you remembered your little idea.

Soon, she joined you back on the bed, kneeling beside you as she adjusted the harness.

“Em?”

She paused her adjustments, looking up at you.

“Do you think you could put the ring a bit lower? Apparently, it, uh, makes it feel better.”

“Yeah?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, “Sure, why not?”

Once she had repositioned the ring and inserted the dildo, she got some lube from the bedside table.

“Hand.” She instructed.

When you stretched your hand out, she poured the lube into your palm, and you immediately knew what to do. Emily inched closer, and you wrapped your hand around the strap, spreading the lube along its length. This, all while maintaining eye contact with her.

Once satisfied, you laid down on your back, and she followed you down. Carefully, she swiped the strap through your folds a few times before putting it into the hilt in one fell swoop.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed immediately at the feeling.

Already, you could feel the difference in depth due to that small change in angle. In contrast to the intensity you were feeling, Emily stroked your forehead softly, waiting for the go-ahead to start thrusting.

“I’m ready,” you rasped out.

Without delay, Emily pulled back out before pushing in even harder this time. She set a brutal pace, with each stroke hitting you so deeply you were nearly seeing stars. Feeling the need to be closer, you wrapped your legs around her waist, bringing her down further. She was now close enough to capture your lips in a somewhat messy kiss, but the way her lips moved freely against yours just added fuel to fire.

You moaned into her mouth, feeling yourself getting close already. But then, she pulled back, slowing her thrusts slightly.

“On your hands and knees for me, sweetheart,” she ordered.

And you followed her orders quickly, getting into position and arching your back just how she liked it. You looked back to see Emily eyeing you like you had hung the moon and stars.

“Look so pretty like this for me, baby,” she said softly, “you ready for me?”

“Always ready for you, mommy.”

With that, she pushed back into you with no hesitation, resuming the pace she had set previously. This time, however, the position you were in led to the strap hitting your sweet spot better than ever.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined as she kept up the pace, “feels so good.”

“That’s it, baby,” Emily said in a surprisingly steady voice, “can I go faster?”

“Yes! Please!”

And before you knew it, you were actually seeing stars because of how well she was fucking you. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer, and deftly brought your hand to your pussy, a finger immediately circling your clit.

“Atta girl,” Emily encouraged you, “gonna cum for me?”

You couldn’t get any words out at that point, opting to moan out instead. She got the message though, and kept thrusting at the same angle and pace.

With one final stroke, you were falling apart. You shut your eyes as you reached your peak, an explosion of colours dancing behind your eyelids. Emily fucked you through it, words of praise adding to your pleasure.

When you finally came down from your high, you collapsed onto the bed. Emily pulled out gently, all while holding your waist, a thumb stroking your side to ground you.

She disappeared from the room for a moment, coming back with a warm washcloth and cleaning the excess lube from your centre. This simultaneously brought you back down to Earth.

When she was done cleaning you up and had discarded the cloth, Emily came to lay next to you. Almost instinctively, you lay your head on her chest—her heartbeat comforting you.

“How’re you feeling?” Emily asked after a stretch of silence, hand now stroking your back.

“Mmm, good,” you all but moaned, “really good.”

She giggled softly, amused by your dazed demeanour.

Not long after, the two of you dozed off, bodies entangled and hearts warm.

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[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

I LITERALLY THOUGHT OF YOUR JASON WHEN I SAW THIS TIK TOK: it was someone getting emotional because of their s/o reconnect with hobbies they did during their childhood.

and i just thought of jason presenting reader with baked treats, unknowingly rambling about the treats him and alfred made to give to bruce and kids of crime alley.

and reader just tearing up or (if like me) full on crying and jason holds your hands with his mitten hands, wondering if you burnt yourself from eating them too quick. only for reader to be emotional over his hobbies before he died :(

Cookie Sheets

Ah!! Wait, I LOVE this. Here's a little (mostly) fluffy ramble that spiraled because self-control and Jason Todd do not go together for me. ~500 words

You didn't think anything of it, when Jason picked up baking ingredients during your weekly grocery shopping trip.

You were mildly curious, when he pulled out a worn, handwritten page from his pocket and started to move around the kitchen, pulling bowls and pans out of the cupboards.

You were engaged, watching silently from where you're sat, when the smell of baked goods started to fill your apartment.

He was obviously focused, eyebrows knitted together, and lower lip pulled between his teeth. You really, really wanna listen to the cliché 'kiss the cook' apron he's wearing, but something about the intent look in his eyes tells you this is important.

So you wait, content to study him as he moves fluidly around the kitchen. Your bright grin matches the giddy expression on his face when the oven timer goes off.

It's when he's finally, carefully moving each cookie off the tray to cool when he starts to talk, "Alfred and I used to bake together all the time."

You straighten out immediately, "Yeah?"

He hums in acknowledgment, "Yeah. For everyone, really. Brownies that B took into the office for his meetings. Cakes for Dick to take back to the Titans. Bags of cookies for the kids on the streets. Pies for the shelters in Park Row."

"Oh," You say softly, and the weight of what he's doing settles on your shoulders. It makes your throat tighten, in grief of what was taken from him and in pride that he's rekindling that part of his life.

You almost want to cry over the fact that he's really always been so good. You practically jump out of your seat, moving to pluck a cookie off the counter.

"Doll," Jason practically cries out, voice pitching. He goes to snatch the treat from your hand, "It's still hot!"

You bite into the cookie instead, "It's delicious."

His eyes soften a little, but he still fixes you with a disbelieving gaze, lifting your hand to inspect it for burns, "They weren't going anywhere, you know."

"We can make more, if you want. Take them down to the soup kitchen," You suggest, a little sheepish as he presses a kiss to your fingertips.

Jason smiles at you, and you know you've said the right thing, "I'd like that." His eyes dart back to the cookies for a moment, "Were they really good? It's been a while since I, uh, made them."

You grab another cookie and grin, biting into it even under his disapproving glare. This time, you listen to the apron and plant a kiss on his cheek, "They're good. Really good."

He kisses your forehead in return and tentatively picks up a cookie, turning it over and inspecting his work. He takes a bite, like he's braced for it to be nothing like he remembers. But his body relaxes instead, "Yeah, doll, they are."

You spoil yourself and chase his lips, curious to see if his baking tastes just as good on his tongue. (It does)