#also ignore how her hair is flipped pls--

[awrkive]

PLS SHARE THE DOYEON CONFESSION SCENE DRABBLE PLS RACHEL SEND IT TO US X🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

summary: tlp drabble #1 where doyeon confesses to jk in first year med school

w/c: 1.5k

note: this ask was sent a few days ago and i actually already have this drabble in the drafts so.... yes 🤓i welcome u to the ribbon cutting ceremony of the unlocking of a new tag in awrkive nation: tlp drabbles

Doyeon believes that she’ll only live until sixty-five – seventy, if luck’s on her side. Ultimately, she’s firm on her stand that life is short and everybody needs to get off whatever is on their chest before it’s too late. 

It’s why when she sees Jungkook arriving in Moon’s Printing Shop – where their study group holds their sessions – she sits upright and fixes her already neatly piled books and notes on the table once again, preparing herself.

Just ask the question and get over it quickly. She reminds herself.

“Where’s __?” Is the first thing that comes out of Jungkook’s mouth, taking off the straps of his backpack and setting it down on the chair across hers, as well as some of his bound reviewers and iPad. 

Doyeon raises her brow.

It’s weird when Jungkook does that. Asking about you whenever and wherever when you’re not around. She knows you were friends first before you both found her, and you are close – it’s second nature at this point. Still, Doyeon can’t help but be a little suspicious.

But she decides to ignore that, not wanting to put malice in Jungkook’s intentions because it would be unfair to him. She doesn’t want to be that kind of person who thinks that men and women can’t be purely platonic. You’re just good friends, is all.

Though, she definitely did assume that you both were a couple the first time she saw you. Physiology had just ended and Jungkook said he needed to go to the next floor to meet someone for lunch. Doyeon asked to tag along, and that was the first time she met you. Fast forward, you actually weren't his girlfriend. She couldn't stop thinking about the way Jungkook blushed though when she asked him about it.

Glancing at her phone, she sees the empty notification bar, indicating that you haven’t replied to her text from twenty minutes ago. 

“She said she was coming. Twenty minutes ago. She also said it’s okay if we start without her.” Doyeon responds, and she watches as Jungkook settles on his seat, nodding at her.

He goes for his own phone, clicks on it as if also texting you himself. 

Doyeon watches him with furrowed brows. Jungkook is definitely… conventionally attractive. He sports a medium-length hair, is quite tall, and has a good sense of fashion – even now when he’s just wearing the university hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants, he looks good. Naia from Physiology has been asking about him.

Doyeon has had a few crushes from highschool to college, and she thinks Jungkook might be her first in post-grad school. 

She’s been thinking about it for a while… though, she’s only known him for two months. Still. He looks good, and most of all, he’s nice. He let her borrow a pen from him the first day they met and was extremely friendly. 

And also really smart. Doyeon likes that most about him. 

Doyeon rids her head off the thoughts.

“Anyway. Anatomy.” She starts flipping through her book, ready to start the session. But she remembers about what she has to say to him.

Oh, well. She's already mentioned Anatomy and studying. Might as well put off the confession for a few more days. The exam is more important.

Putting his phone down, Jungkook looks through his book as well. "Midterms is next week, right?"

Doyeon nods. “Yeah... and brachial plexus is convoluted to me.” 

“Oh, yeah. Threw me off at first, too,” Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head to himself. He grabs a piece of paper. “You just really have to figure out how the branches and divisions work. Let me show you something,” 

Jungkook turns the paper to Doyeon’s direction, and with a pen, he sketches out a simple diagram of the brachial plexus, starting with the roots, then moving to the trunks, divisions, cords, and finally the terminal branches.

“Okay, so it starts here with the roots— C5 to T1. Think of it like the beginning of a tree. Then these roots combine into trunks,” He scribbles it, and then looks at Doyeon for awhile, making sure she’s still following. She gives him a slight nod. He smiles. “Annnd, there’s the superior, middle, and inferior trunks… and they split into anterior and posterior divisions.” 

He’s talking calmly, methodical in his words. He simplifies such a complex system with clear, organized steps, and this makes Doyeon lean closer, impressed not only by Jungkook’s understanding but by how easily he breaks it down.

When Jungkook’s done explaining, Doyeon leans back to her chair. “That is a really neat diagram.” She looks at the original illustration that the lecturer presented a few weeks ago, and when Jungkook sees that, he laughs lightly. 

“Yeah, that diagram is just a mess. But it does click when you just think of it like a pathway—kind of like navigating through a map,” As if he remembers something, he lights up a little. “And oh, __ also taught me a mnemonic. You just have to remember the terminal branches, MARMU. Musculocutaneous, Axillary—’

“Radial, Median, and Ulnar nerves.”

Jungkook grins. “Exactly.” 

Nodding her head, she starts to do the same drawing on her notes. 

A few minutes passed, comfortable silence hanging in the air. Doyeon had kept on looking up from her book to Jungkook, who’s diligently reading and scribbling on his iPad. 

She remembers the confession again.

Doyeon can't help it. She has to ask. Now.

“Hey,” she calls.

Jungkook looks up from his device. “Hm?” 

“I have to ask you something.”

With a raised brow, Jungkook says, “You look serious. I’m a little scared.”

She furrows her brows and he chuckles, telling her to continue. 

“Are you dating somebody?” Doyeon asks straight ahead. There’s no need to tiptoe around it. She just has to get it out of her system before it becomes worse.

Obviously taken aback and not expecting the question at all, Jungkook opens and closes his mouth like fish in water. 

“... no?” 

“You’re not sure?” Doyeon asks, confused.

Jungkook stammers. “No, I mean— yes. No. I’m not dating anybody,” He raises a brow at her. “Why?” 

Doyeon nods. 

“I like you. Are you interested in going out with me?”

Doyeon waits. She watches as Jungkook seems to freeze in his seat, his hand holding his apple pencil pausing mid-air; mouth agape, eyes widened a bit. 

She waits for a few seconds, still not getting an answer from Jungkook. 

“Okay.” Doyeon says after the stretched-out silence, going back to her book.

Well. That was worth the shot. At least she's let it out now. 

“I—what?” Jungkook splutters, sounding incredulous. “What do you mean you like me? Like, like? And you want to go out with me?” 

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Offer is now off the table. Let’s get back to studying.” 

“What— were you even serious?” Jungkook insists. “Was that a prank or something?” 

With furrowed brows, Doyeon looks at him quizzically. “Why would I joke about something like that?” 

“Because…” He trails off, then his shoulders deflate after a few seconds. “I don’t know.” 

“Okay?” When Doyeon sees him with a pouty expression on his face, she can’t help but frown. “Don’t think too much about it, Jungkook. It’s not serious. I just wanted to ask. You gave me an answer. That’s it.” 

“I didn’t give you an answer, though?” 

“Your silence meant enough.” Jungkook doesn’t say anything. She nudges his foot under the table. “Come on, don’t be weird about this.”

Sighing, Jungkook nods his head. “Alright.” 

A few beats of silence, and Doyeon remembers something. “Don’t ever mention this to anybody, not even __, you understand me?” 

He blinks at her. “Okay.” 

Doyeon can’t say the next few minutes weren’t awkward. She felt Jungkook looking up at her every now and then, as if checking up on her. By then, she started to feel the hairs on her body prickle. Is he thinking she’s like, in love with him, or something? 

“Hello!” Doyeon looks up from her notes to see you walking in the door. “Hi Doyeon, hi Jungkook!” you cheerfully greet them both with a bright smile. 

Doyeon thinks your smile is contagious, so she mirrors your it as well. When her gaze falls to Jungkook, that’s when she takes note of it. 

The way his eyes suddenly light up at your arrival. It's not the first time it happens. He has that look every single time you're in the room.

Jungkook instantly goes over to you to help you with the books you’re carrying. When he sets them down on the table, he empties the chair beside him so you can settle down on it, which you do. 

“You’re late. Where were you?” Jungkook asks, and Doyeon doesn’t know if it was supposed to be subtle— but he definitely scooted his chair closer to yours, leaning his elbow to the table and twisting his body to your direction, giving you his undivided attention.

“Oh, just good old traffic. I made a quick trip to a cafe,” you wave him off. Lifting your hand, Doyeon looks at the cup holder you’re holding. “I bought coffee. Doyeon, do you like iced americano?”

“Uh, yeah,” Doyeon smiles shyly. She’s still shy around you. She doesn’t know why. “Thank you. I’ll venmo you.” 

There’s an instant frown on your face. With a pout, you take the cup holder close to your chest, an offended expression on your face. “No, it’s a treat. Don’t venmo me anything.” 

Doyeon can’t help but chuckle. 

“Okay.” 

Your huge grin returns and you give her the cup of iced americano. Turning to Jungkoon who looks like he’s eagerly waiting for his own, you raise a brow at him, saying, “And this one's for you. But double the price.”

Jungkook frowns. 

You both end up arguing again. It’s light-hearted and good-natured, that’s what Doyeon thinks. Your friendship is just… bizarre like that. 

But as she sits across from you, watching both your and Jungkook’s interaction, Doyeon realizes something. 

She should’ve known. She’s always thought about it. She wanted to ignore her hunch because again, she thinks women and men can be friends – but that is hard to uphold when Jungkook is so painfully obvious. 

Oh, brother. Doyeon internally shakes her head. Jungkook definitely likes you.

[sentistrange]

“You see, I’m looking for the queenfish, maybe you have seen her...”

summons nostalgia

[karinasbaby]

yang jungwon — sea salt.

P. princess!reader x pirate!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, jungwon is mean asf in the beginning, petnames (doll, angel, baby,princess), mentions of maids & jake, cursing, hair pulling, mentions of proposals? teasing, cockwarming, both jungwon & reader r in love, scandalous behaviour ngl, breeding kink with jungwon, idk about the rest | WC. 2.3k | A,N. this one’s for @intromortal pls accept my pirate jungwon cuz i wrote this for u (the other jungwon variants should be worked on soon pls pray for that) everyone say thank u nia & hana for this :D !!

p.s this was b a r e l y proofread !!

“did you hear that the princess got a new proposal?” the helper whispered quietly, right hand covering the side of her mouth cautiously from the guards standing around the halls. “when does she not?” the other helper besides her rolled her eyes at her friend’s words.

“i wonder how long it’ll be till his majesty chooses a husband for her.” she chuckled making the shorter one’s eyebrows furrow in dislike, “i don’t think he will, he still has a soft spot for our princess.” her eyes lowered to the marble floors beneath her feet in thought.

“isn’t this her eighth proposal though?” her hands held the baskets of fabrics closer to her hips, “ever since she turned of age her personality changed.” snickering, she quickened her pace to finally grace the knitting and tailoring wing of the castle, passing past the doors of your own sacred chambers.

“she has not! she’s just… conflicted over the proposals i assume.” the helper argued as she tried to match the steps of her friend’s, lowering her voice by a bunch when she walked past your gates.

where your head was stuffed against your satin pillows, one large veiny hand covering your mouth to silence your whimpers as your lover’s movements came to a stop once he heard the womens’ voices outside.

“eight proposals huh?” jungwon laughed right besides your ear, his grip loosening when their bickering became distant, he leaned down to press a searing kiss behind your ear, his sweaty body pressed against your warm one, tangled between your silk sheets. “when were you planning to tell me, angel?” his hot breath fanned your shoulders making you shiver beneath him.

“s-soon.. i was g-going to tell you soon.” you choked out, trying to ignore the leap in your heart as your secret was revealed, while also trying to ignore the fact that jungwon was buried to the hilt inside of you as he spoke to you almost casually.

“hmm… what are you gonna do?” he hummed, his hips gradually beginning to thrust back into you again, he moved back and forth, back and forth making the squelching sounds of your previous releases resonate in the chamber, your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as you gasped at the feeling of his cock practically massaging your dripping walls that sucked him deeper and deeper in.

“you’re not gonna accept those, obviously.” he chuckled, speaking like it was the most clear decision to take, his hands tightened around you at the mere thought of you accepting said proposals, who dared to even think of having a chance with you in the first place?

sure your relationship would be controversial, probably flip the whole kingdom upside down at the news of the dear, beloved sweet princess whom everyone loved and adored dating a pirate.

the son of the most dangerous pirate at that.

it wasn’t like anyone from your own family knew, as the second anyone would find out about the remaining aroma of sea salt wafting around your room relating to a pirate and not a new fragrance you’ve been investing in, all hell would break loose.

and you weren’t putting your or jungwon’s life at risk like that. no matter how deep your love and desire for him ran through your veins, the louder the desperate calls of your heart for his presence became, you could never risk announcing your sweet love affair to the kingdom.

and though jungwon did not fit the typical or known standards for pirates at all, the mean demeanour, greedy mindset and rogue personality was a complete opposite of jungwon’s loving, intimidating and charismatic nature.

he was everything you prayed for, every tinge of detail that you hoped you’ll find in the princes and mayors that proposed to you.

he was protective, with his manly and dauntless personality, he drew you in to his life. carefully luring you into the trap of his love. the sweet souled princess that fell head over heels for a pirate that wouldn’t even think twice of risking the whole world for her.

and just as in love you were with jungwon, the same applied to him if not much more, the young pirate who had been eyeing you for years by now, couldn’t believe his luck when he finally realised you reciprocated his feelings which he believed were fruitless.

he knew that the second his calloused, rough fingers brushed against your own soft and delicate skin, he was yours and you were his.

“what do you think their reaction will be like if they knew their pretty, innocent princess was getting fucked by a pirate every night, hm?” he mocked, pushing his head closer to yours so he can lick a long, tantalising stripe around the shell of your ear, making you whimper as he began to roll his hips in delicious circular movements.

“getting bred by a pirate’s dick so well every night. fuck— wonder what they’ll think when i finally knock you up and everyone questions who the dad is.” cursing behind you, he slithered one hand between your connected bodies to toy with your swollen clit, the contact instantly making you shake under his buff form.

“what are you gonna say then, doll? gonna tell them about how you couldn’t help it? gonna tell them about how wet your pretty little cunt got for me?” he teased and mocked and taunted you making tears rush down your cheeks and drop one by one onto the sheets, your body felt like it was lit ablaze with his slow, demeaning thrusts that only made your climax build up quicker. your hands gripped around the thin expensive fabric that was coated in both of your sweat and shimmering arousal.

his hand then lowered to cup your dripping pussy making you mewl onto the blanket you pushed closer to your mouth to silence yourself, “gonna tell them about how this princess couldn’t handle me? sucking me in and milking me so well, isn’t she, angel girl?” chuckling next to you, his smile only widened at your sniffles. deciding to completely stop all of his thrusts and only focusing on your throbbing clit, his middle and ring finger moved in mouth watering circles while his cock twitched inside of your snug walls.

you gasped as he began to litter your shoulders and back in countless bites and kisses, altering between sucking your skin and licking against your neck as he relished in the way your legs shook under him the tighter the coil in your stomach became, “don’t even dare to cum without my permission.” he quickly warned in a whisper, “or else i’ll fuck you till the next morning.” suddenly, you heard the footsteps of a different maid echoing outside of your chambers, from the familiar whistle you recognised her as the head maid who always came to check on you.

especially during the early mornings.

you froze under jungwon’s hold, he quickly realised the second he noticed the approach of a bunch of footsteps and decide to chuckle, humming as he focused on the way your breathing became irregular in panic and your walls tightening around him in anxiety making him groan, a sound he proudly let out loud to echo in the room making you gasp quietly in shock, “j-jungwon—“ “what, baby?” he quickly cut you off, his smile widening the louder the sounds behind the door that hid your scandal became.

“jungwon! she’s coming h-here.” you whispered loudly, panic settling deeply into your veins at the thought of the head maid, an old woman who practically raised you, opening the door to the sight of the princess getting pounded into her royal mattress by a pirate. “wanna let her hear how loud your cunt gets for me then?” he let out a laugh after his own words, “jungwon—“ he didn’t allow you to finish your sentence that got cut off by a moan as he suddenly moved to rest atop his knees.

holding you tightly by your hips, he began to piston his dick inside of your sopping wet walls, you bit your own sheets to silence your moans from resonating inside the room, the only way your body was showing the amount of pleasure jungwon was forcing into it was by the tears that aligned your waterline, your shaking legs and the mixed wetness of your and jungwon’s release dripping down your entrance before getting pushed back inside of you when he thrusted back in.

“let them hear how wet your pretty pussy gets for me, doll.” he groaned, his hand reaching forward to grip tightly around your hair, the burn in your scalp making you whimper beneath him as he ordered you to listen. “listen to how bad your cunt wants me, baby.” his hand quickly moved to cover your mouth when your whimpers got louder, and comedically enough. he made you listen to the nasty squelching noises of his thrusts and your soaked pussy right when the knocks of the head maid against your door echoed in the room, “so greedy for me, right?”

you gasped in fear while jungwon just kept quickening his pace, making the sounds of sex curtain over the knocks at your door which came to a halt. the maid inevitably hearing the questionable noises echoing from the princess’ chambers, “f-fuck— jungwon please, we c-can’t-“ “can’t what, doll? can’t let them know that you’re about to get filled up with pirate cum, hm?” he teased, cooing once your tears from overstimulation and the pleasure raked over his hand that moved to caress your jaw gently.

he softly pulled your head back, making you turn to face him and allow him to see your reddened eyes and rosy cheeks, he pouted mockingly before quickly pecking your swollen lips, “don’t worry, baby. nothing’s gonna happen.” his soothing words were quickly forgotten when the head maid called out for you from behind the doors, “your highness, is everything alright?” her concerned voice made your sobs get muffled by jungwon’s continuous kisses.

“jungwon, please—“ “shhh doll, don’t worry. listen to me. everything’s gonna be okay, you trust me don’t you?” he reassured you, his voice turning gentler and softer as he began to ghost his fingers around your neck, “listen to me like the good girl that i know you are.” he smiled at you through his sweaty darkened locks and flushed face, his cat-like eyes blazing with adoration and lust for you when you nodded at his words, he continued thrusting inside of you, making sure to press his swollen tip for longer periods right against your warm cervix just to feel your breath get caught around his fingertips.

“now cum for me, angel girl.” he ordered while pressing a sweet kiss against your jaw, relishing in the way your weakened body instantly responded to his words by tightening and gushing around his dick, he growled quietly next to your ear while your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued fucking himself deeply into you.

with your intense release, you felt him reaching deeper and deeper inside of you the longer he kept fucking you through your orgasm, your broken whispers of his name caught his attention from the twisting handle of the doors to your rooms, that’s when he finally heard the long-awaited “madam! the princess is still resting. she asked me to delay her morning bath for until she wakes up and asks for you.” jake, the royal guard huffed breathlessly after rushing countless, gigantic royal corridors to reach and stop the head maid from entering your room.

where he knew jungwon was practically balls deep inside of you right now.

jungwon sighed heavily, finally losing himself in the feeling of your warm cunt engulfing his pulsing length perfectly, with the aftershocks of your orgasm finally subsiding allowing you to rest and relax against the sheets, jungwon lowered himself to litter multiple kisses around your jaw and the back of your neck while you regulated your breathing.

with him still so deep inside of you, he returned his hands to your hips and began to chase his own high, finding the way you mewled in overstimulation under him so endearing. “just a bit more, princess. you can take a bit more for me can’t you?” he questioned, his breathing heavy as he felt the neediness and arousal rushing through his veins for his much needed climax, he smiled in pride when you nodded with your eyes closed against the pillows, tightening around him purposefully to hear his sharp groans and to push him further towards the edge.

“taking me in so good. such a perfect princess for me.” he threw his head back, sweat droplets rolling one by one down his chiseled abdomen and buff form between his unbuttoned white, pirate shirt. his thighs flexed as he tasted his orgasm right on the tip of his tongue, the intense sensation making him close his eyes while he thrusted against your hips that began to bounce back on him.

“fuuuccck just like that, doll.” he praised, his words making you whimper against the pillows in pure exhaustion and overstimulation, you pushed against him just a few more times before his hands stilled your hips as he buried himself deep inside of you, emptying his load and painting your warm walls white completely. you both groaned at the fulfilling sensation before jungwon finally plopped down right next to you on your royal bed.

he quickly pulled you inside of his arms, noticing the way your eyes became droopy in slumber, you lifted your leg against his hips, making him smile lovingly at the silent ask, he gently pushed his sensitive length back inside of your drenched cunt, “the princess wants me inside of her so she can sleep again?” he asked, even with your eyes closed you could hear the smile in his voice. you nodded your head as he pulled you closer towards him, allowing you to feel him as deep and as close to you as possible. just the way he knew you needed.

“sleep well my princess.” with that final fatigued whisper from jungwon, you fell asleep in his embrace with no worries about the eight proposals, the head maid or the way you were going to have to word your next rejection.

while jungwon only wondered about where the fuck jake took the head maid.

a,note. i hope this did not disappoint any jungwon girlies 🤞 & to hana i know this wasn’t our original idea for pirate jungwon, i might have to make a diff post for the one we came up with cuz i love that one too ! thank u for reading :] !

[donatellawritings]

hiii mamita!! first off i wanna say i love ur writing and characterization SO MUCH!! ur my absolute fav latina representation in this fandom and im sending u sososo much love <3 secondly, could we pretty pls have rafe w latina reader who’s constantly using spanish around him and he eventually understands her enough to get some things but doesn’t say anything until she says something slick one day under her breath and he calls her out so she’s like oops🫢🫢🤭

tysm for the kind words, angel <3

this is so bff!rafe coded …

rafe was an obsessively busy man — the poor guy just had to keep himself occupied, or he’d find himself slipping off into the deep end. so, he never actually took the time to learn spanish, but he had a pretty basic understanding of the language, solely thanks to the fact that he spent most, if not, all of his free time around you, listening to your jumbled rants. and it was clear to him which words were profane and insulting, by the way you’d huff and roll your eyes whenever they rolled off of your tongue.

you see, rafe was fully aware of your bitchy side and how your sweet and delicate demeanor could quickly flip into a bratty and entitled state, especially when you didn’t get what you want — which just so happened to be your current dilemma with rafe.

it was simple — you wanted to soak up some sun in your brand new frankie’s bikinis two-piece, while your bossy best friend, rafe was adamant about going to the country club to catch up with topper and kelce, over a glass of whiskey.

lifting your miu miu sunglasses to sit atop of your shiny blown out hair, you leaned your head back against the cushion of your lounger, the sun deliciously biting your bronze skin, “pendejo,” you mumbled, rolling your bambi eyes as rafe began to walk away from where you reclined.

stopping dead in his tracks, rafe cocks his buzzed head to the side, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, “the fuck did y’just say to me?” he spoke, his voice low as he approaches you with quick and long strides, before yanking you up to your feet by your elbow.

with pouted lips, you kept your eyes away from rafe’s, “i didn’t say anyth—”

letting out an unamused chuckle, rafe grabs your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his, “y’lucky i don’t break y’fuckin jaw,” he warns, harshly releasing your face from his tight grip as he watches your eyes well with tears, “don’t start that cryin’ shit — fuckin’ kid,” he spits, balling his fists at his side for a brief moment, before opening his hands, muttering under his breath as he walks away from you.

furiously knuckling away the tears that threatened to spill down your flushed cheeks, you keep your head down, a wobbly pout on your swollen lips.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

rafe didn’t go to the country club that afternoon. and you sat by the pool for about an hour, mindlessly splashing your french pedicured feet in the light blue pool water — you hated when rafe was upset, more so when you were the reason for his anger. but, you also knew how volatile and impulsive the son of ward could become, so you decided to wait it out for as long as you could.

rising to your feet, wet footprints stained the pavement as you padded towards the door, you eyes sparkling with shock as rafe walked through the door, “what are y’still doin’ here?” he questions blankly, monotone and all as he brushes past you, shoulders tense and jaw locked.

ignoring the way your tummy swirled and churned with disappointment, you exhaled sharply through your button nose, deciding to force yourself to be unfazed by rafe’s harsh words, “i don’t like when you’re mad at me,” you whine, dragging yourself where rafe sat, legs spread and a sweaty bottle of cold beer in hand.

taking a quick swig of the beer, rafe shrugs, “and i don’t like when y’get a smart fuckin’ mouth with me, just because y’wanna be a spoiled fuckin’ kid,” he counters sharply, setting the beer down beside his foot.

you really pissed him off.

nodding your head, you quietly brought yourself to straddle your best friend’s hips, noticing the way he licked over his lips, before pressing them into a tight line, “can i give you a besito? i’m really sorry, rafey,” you sighed, batting your cutesy lashes as your softly brought your nails to scratch at rafe’s abdomen.

remaining silent, rafe earned a playful eye roll from you as you leaned your tits into his chest, pressing your full lips into his structured cheek with quick pecks, “i - mwah - am - mwah - sorry - mwah - papito,” you giggled between kisses, sealing your apologies with a stolen kiss to rafe’s lips.

craning his neck back to get a better look at you, your skin all bronzy and dewy from your earlier suntan, rafe raises his eyebrows, “papito? that’s a new one,” he comments, raising a hand to rest on your the sweaty skin of your lower back.

with wide doe eyes and parted lips, you gasp, “you like it?!”

letting out a defeated sigh, rafe pulls you in by the back of your neck to press a kiss to the top of your warm hair, “yeah, s’cute, kid.”

[base0h]

Hello there 👋. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny 💀 you can ignore this if you want to btw ☺️. No pressure 👌

a/n - pls this idea is so funny 😭 I love it- tysm for this anon!!

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy

- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs

- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact

- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didn’t just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairs…?

- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass

- he took your actions as a “skills of falling down the stairs” challenge which he gladly took

- “WHEEEEEE- OOF-“

- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him

- “I’m- fine-! Shishi~” *dies*

- he tried to be like you, didn’t work out very well

- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho 💜💜

- also yes he’s still only in his underwear and mismatching socks

- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall 🙃

- ok let’s just say he wasn’t payin attention

- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly

- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs

- *panic attack starts*

- Literally FREAKING OUT

- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast

- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently

- “…are you ok?”

- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all

- “What do you mean? Yeah I’m fine why?”

- watch him walk out that door right now

- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps 😭

- he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you don’t fall down again 🥺

- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them

- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway

- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped

- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth

- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasn’t clearly dripping down your face

- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly

- “Are you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!”

- “Do I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.”

- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fire…

- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening

- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.

- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marco’s 👍

- he’d just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully

- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud

- he swore you’d almost broken the leg in half 💀

- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face

- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?

- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen

- “Morning Sabo!”

- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly

- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasn’t dreaming or anything!

- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, “Y/n… I think we need to see a doctor.”

- man got so serious about it help 💀

- started looking up, “fell down stairs, did not react disease?”

- “high pain tolerance?”

- “can’t feel pain disease”

- “SHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?”

- “exorcistdemon.org”

a/n - pls sabo would think you’re possessed 💀

[gendiegremlin]

i made a bunch of mechanisms octokittens themed like the mechs (and various other mechs characters) so here they are :) i actually made them ages ago but i kept forgetting to post them on here

it's going under the cut because it's unreasonably long

if you want the pattern lmk, cause i did eventually write it down

@gunpowder-tim

this is jonny. he has his funky eyeliner and his too many belts in places where there should not be belts. he's blue cause i said so and cause by the time i made him i was running out of unique colours to use

this is brian. he has his top hat which has a rose on it. he's orange because i thought i looked like metal. ignore the fact that's he's shaped weird he was made while i was still figuring out the pattern for them

this is marius. he has a monogoggle and he's green cause of his coat

this is tim. he has his goggles and his funky eyeliner. he's brown also because of his coat

this is ivy. she's holding a book. she's pink because her hair is red, but ts and carmilla were already red so i went for the next best thing

this is nastya. she was the first small one i made. you can't see it too well but she has an engineer's belt on which has a couple of wrenches on it. she's funky multicoloured cause i had cool yarn and i wanted to use it

this is raphaella. she has her wings and she's gold cause it matched her wings (figuring out how to actually make the wings was a nightmare btw)

this is ts. it has a bowtie and a moustache and it's red cause of its uniform

this is ashes. they have their hat and they're grey cause ashes are grey and i thought it was cool

this is lyf. they were the first one i made. they're a lot bigger than the others, and they're multicoloured cause when i got that yarn it reminded me of the bifrost

this is aurora. she's made with the multicoloured yarn too cause i wanted her to match nastya. she's very small and she is usually attached to my schoolbag

this is carmilla. i didn't actually intend to make a carmilla, but i wanted to make a finger puppet octokitten and when she was done i wanted her to fit in with the mech themed octos, so i named her carmilla. i thought the red was also a cool little nod to her being a vampire (also pls ignore that the video is sideways i couldn't figure out how to flip it)

[bluewasthecolor]

91 and 68 with leah pls

Prompts 68 and 91 x Leah Williamson

Word Count: 905

Warnings: None

A/N: Another anon also requested 91 with Leah, so this will serve as both of the requests. Once again, this is longer than I intended it to be. Short fics are apparently not my strong suit. Enjoy!

“Leah, who's got you blushing over there?” “Ooooh, Leah has a girlfriend!”

“Shut up, the both of you, before I come over there and make you shut up!” “I’d like to see you try!”

That is the chaos you walk into when you arrive at training. Katie and Beth on one side of the changing room, taunting Leah, who is on the other side, blushing furiously. You smirk, and sidle up to her, nudging her hip with yours.

“Seriously though, you’ve been glued to your phone all week. I know it’s not your mum, so who are you talking to?” 

Leah looks at you, clearly trying to decide how much to reveal. Apparently she decides she can trust you because she flips her phone around, showing you the screen. As expected, it’s a girl. You feel a pang in your heart at the confirmation and can’t help but wish it were you instead.

You’ve been in love with Leah for as long as you can remember. Since U15s at the very least. But she’s never seen you like that, has always just been a friend. You’ve learned to accept it, but it doesn’t make it any less easier when she talks about the other girls she’s interested in. 

“We’re going on a date tonight,” She tells you, clearly excited. “Will you come over later to help me pick an outfit?” You have to remind yourself to breathe at the request. Helping Leah get ready for a date with another girl isn’t exactly at the top of your list of things to do with a free night, but you also relish any opportunity to spend time with the blonde. 

“Yeah, just let me know what time.”

With that, you lace up your boots and walk to the pitch, willing yourself not to get too worked up about it. It’s just one stupid date, right?

That Night

You arrive at Leah’s at half past six, standing outside the door to her flat for a solid five minutes before knocking. You question if you can do this right now, if you can watch the woman you’re in love with give her heart to someone else. Ultimately, you decide you don’t have a choice. Whether you go into her flat or not, she’s going on this date. The least you can do is make sure she has a friend to get ready with.

When Leah answers the door, she looks disheveled at best. Her hair is half dried, and she is wearing only her towel. You can’t help the way your eyes travel down her body–in your defense the towel does very little to cover anything. Unfortunately, you don’t have much time to stare. She pulls you inside frantically, clearly distressed. 

“You have to help me.” She says as she drags you towards her room. Inside, you find clothes strewn all over the bed. “I have no idea what to wear or what to do with my hair and I’m supposed to leave in an hour.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. That’s why I’m here. Where are you guys going?” You place your hand on her shoulders, pushing her to sit on the bed.

“We’re going to some fancy new restaurant that Viv told me was good. Why am I so nervous, Y/N? It’s just a stupid date.” You ignore Leah’s question, setting about picking out her outfit. You pick out a pair of cream trousers, along with an emerald green button down.

“Wear this, with the shirt half unbuttoned. It’s fancier than what you usually wear, but still your style.” You pass the clothes to her. “As for your hair, just finish blow drying it and wear it down. If I see you even attempt a ponytail, I’ll kill you.”

Leah heads to the bathroom to change, leaving you standing in her room. “Come in here and chill with me while I finish my hair!” She calls.

You obey, leaning on the doorframe to watch her. She bites her lip, just a little, when she’s focusing and it’s always driven you mad. When she’s playing, when you room together at England camps and she works on her accounting…it doesn’t matter the situation, it makes you melt. 

Leah finishes getting ready with ten minutes to spare and you sit together on her couch, chatting simply. It feels easy, as it always has. There isn’t any pressure to perform around each other, to put on a facade. When it’s time to go, she rises slowly, and you walk to your cars together. Just as she’s about to get in her car to go, something inside you tells you to stop her. 

“Leah.” She turns from her car door, a question in her eyes. At that moment, you make a decision. 

“Don’t go on that date.” Leah looks at you in shock.

“Why?”

“You know why.” At least, you think she does. You hope she does. How could she not know?

“Say it.” She’s walking closer to you now, her expression changed from confusion to something close to desire.

“I like you. Like…like you like you. I have for years now.”

In an instant, Leah’s lips are on yours. She has you pushed up against your car, is kissing you like she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life–and she sort of has. Eventually, she has to pull away.

“So…I have a reservation at this nice restaurant. Wanna join me?”

[exo-lovestay]

Mirror love

Genre: smut lol

Member: Stray Kids- Han Jisung

Warnings: none? Just mirror sex, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be smart)

A/N, i wrote this in third person with Han in mind and I’m too lazy to change it to second person atm so just enjoy this as is 😂 also not proofread

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He sat on his office loveseat, legs relaxed at a slight spread, one hand scrolling on his phone and the other lightly picking at the arm of the couch. His eyes lifted as his girlfriend stepped into the doorway, he smiled as he felt his heart do a little jumó at the sight of her in one of his tshirts, not even a nice one, but she made it look new. She leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, her bun half fallen out of her hair tie, she must have just woke up.

“What are you doing up?” He asked holding his hand out to beckon her over. She padded over slowly and slid her hand into his.

“I just happened to wake up and noticed you still weren’t in bed. Long day?” He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped an arm around her waist in a firm but lazy fashion.

“I wouldn’t know where to start. I left late and I’ve been working from home the past few hours. There’s a new deadline to reach.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and ran her thumb gently over the same spot. He returned the action over her lips and smiled. “But I’m done for the night.I’m all yours.”

She kissed him again, “Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He sighed as her fingers combed through his hair and down his neck. He kissed her softly, slowly deepening the kiss as she touched him. She took his hand from her jaw and kissed his palm, she loved his hands, from the way they looked, the way he worked, to the way he touched all of her with them.

“You painted your nails.” She stated, she loved when he did that. His nails were black with a singular white line as a detail point. It was such a small thing he did that drove her even crazier for him.

“I did” he said, kissing down her neck, “do you like them?”

She kissed his fingertips individually, “you could say that.” She said lowkey. “But i have an idea as to how I’d like them more.” The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He knew her mind too well, but he knew her body better. He smirked, taking his hand from hers and slid it up her thigh as he kissed her. Small, hungry bites nipped at her bottom lip and she moaned softly into him, and he felt himself get warmer. Hearing her react to him was on his top five list of favorite things, and he loved that he heard her often. He ran his hand further uo her thigh and cupped her ass, surprisingly just to find bare skin.

“No panties hm?” He chuckled, “my shirt and nothing else, you are getting bolder.”

“I’ve learned from the best.” She hummed over hip lips. Their eyes met, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes dilated, she wanted more than what they were doing now and she would damned if she wasn’t getting it. His eyes flicked from hers to the mirror that leaned against the wall across him. On an average he just ignored it as another piece of decor in his office, but today? He felt inspired.

He flipped her around, her back to his chest, each of her legs hooked behind his to where he could easily control how wide she spread them.

“Then let me give you another lesson.” He growled into her ear, sending a chill over her. One of his hands ran under her shirt, her soft stomach warm under his touch. The other cupped her breast as he left marks on her neck. He sucked in the sweet spots that he knew left her dizzy, his name escaped her lips as he worked. He pulled away for a split second to remove the shirt from her completely. As much as he loved her in it, he adored her out of it.

“Such a pretty baby,” he cooed into her, “look at yourself in the mirror, you’re all undone for me princess.”

When she didn’t look he ran a hand over her neck, his fingers angling to her jaw just enough to pull her head down. “I said look.”

Her eyes met his in the mirror and he had never felt so turned on in his life. All of her was on display for him, all of her was in his control and he knew it. The way her chest was rising as she panted lightly made his blood rush. She could feel how hard he was for her, their bodies only fed into each others arousal. “Good girl.” He said, he squeezed his fingers into her neck firmly, his other hand grazing down her abdomen and her inner thighs. She rolled her head back gently at the sensation and cursed under her breathe as he sucked hard on her skin and nipped gently around her ear.

“My hands make a great necklace for you, my nails really make the look, don’t you think? This is what i paint them for, so have pretty tools to fuck my pretty girl.” His hand fell from her neck down her her breast and he slowly worked over her nipples, drawing soft circles over them, then turning into more firmer touches and squeezes. His other hand traced her inner thigh, he felt her legs make an attempt to close from the stimulation, so he pushed them wider and held him.

“Ah ah, if you close up on me then I can’t make you feel good. Don’t act innocent now baby, we both know how much you want my fingers in you.” He planted several kissed up her jaw and to her mouth as he slipped his fingers down her, feeling how wet she was from him.

“Good girl, so wet for me.” With his middle finger he touched her clit, a shiver running through her and turning in her a small moan so soft he wouldn’t have heard it if they weren’t so close. He teased her slowly, first with light touches, then with more pressure he made small circles over her. Her pussy was fully on display for him, he watched the mirror as he rubbed her, watched her as she slowly lost more control. “You are so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“Fuck.” She exhaled, he stared at her in the mirror, one arm cradling his face lightly, the other draped over his. Her breasts fell just how he liked them, her stomach soft and full, curving in all the right ways, her thick thighs laced around his allowing him to see her open and completely his and he could drink up every second and it still wouldn’t be enough.

He picked up his speed slightly, being sure to pay attention to the surrounding areas of her clit with his other fingers, turning on every nerve she has and sending her into overdrive. She moved her hips, into his fingers, and into his hard on. It was his turn to moan, the pressure from her ass on his cock sent fire throigh him. She reveled in this and continued to roll her hips, adding to both of their pleasures at the same time. He pulled his fingers from her sweet spot and without warning inserted two fingers into her, pulling a gasp from her chest as she arched in pleasure. He watched her eyes roll back and shut tightly as he pumped his fingers into her tight pussy, his thumb taking over her clit.

“Is this what you wanted baby girl? Did you want me to fuck you like this? Such a good little slut, you treat me so well. I love seeing you fall apart just from my hands.” She bucked her hips harder into him and he could feel himself growing impatient. He needed in her, more than just his hands.

As she moaned louder, he knew she was growing closer. In the mirror he watched and her pussy grew wetter with each motion. He felt her tense up as she rose to climax and right before she could go over, he stopped. She let out a whine and begged him to keep going. He instead set her on the loveseat, her back to the cushion and he positioned himself over her. She immediately pulled him to her lips, kissing him desperately as if being this close wasn’t close enough.

“I want you.” She said between kisses.

He pulled away, just enough to here she couldn’t kiss him but close enough to tease her when she leaned into kiss him more, “Beg for it then.” He placed his hand over her breast, his mouth kissing, sucking, biting his way down to the other.

“Please, I need to feel you.” She whispered breathlessly. Her body pressed into his touch, one hand digging into his shirt and the other in his hair.

“I cant hear you. I said to beg for it.” He commanded. His tongue playing with her nipples, taking turns between one and the other, sucking on her soft under breast and leaving trails of marks there. She was his.

“Fuck me, i want you to fuck me.” she cried, her skin felt like it was on fire, her head was clouded and all she could think about was how he felt and how he would feel. “Please, baby I want you.” Her voice growing more whiny and needy as she spoke.

“So desperate, my good little girl needs my cock so badly doesn’t she?” He pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, her hands returned to his shoulders, her fingers leaving marks on his skin. He moaned into her mouth, one of her hands reached down to rub his cock over his pants, he moaned again, this time standing to fully undress. He returned over her quickly and like magnets they found each other. He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me.” He grazed his thumb over her clit, gently teasing her again and felt her hum. He kissed her collarbone and her chest, and with breaking contact he entered her. She cried out, her legs tightened around him as he fucked her deeply. She felt her eyes roll back as he continued to pump his cock into her and simultaneously tease her clit.

“Fuck me harder.” She managed, he smiled into his kisses. Both let out a moan as he pushed his cock into her harder with each thrust. “God just like that, don’t stop.”

“Such a filthy girl, begging for me like this.”

He felt her begin to tense up as her climax approached and he could feel his own limit about to pass. He kept a steady pace as she came, she let out loud moans as she rode it out and buried her face into him as he rode out his own.

“Fuck.” He sighed as he came off his high. His head was still in a haze. He kissed her gently, both smiling softly into each other. “You need to wear my clothes more often.”

[telltalebatman]

3, from the Twenty-Four Touches list, for pinnguin?? pls

YESSSSS

3. Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here”

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

Charlie let out a quiet sigh at the sound of Oswald's frustrated scream, muffled by the thick, wooden doors to what used to be Bruce Wayne's office, up until... Well. Up until Oswald got Bruce booted out of his own corporation. A lot of things happened in a relatively short amount of time; a lot of hidden truths, revealed. A lot of corpses, dragged out of closets.

And now - Oswald, her beloved, short-tempered, easily annoyed Oswald was a CEO of an international corporation, despite having no qualifications.

(Which, to be fair, did not mean anything.)

"He's been like this for hours now," Regina Zellerbach - the chairwoman of Wayne Enterprises board - said, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand tiredly. "Unresponsive, and... Well. Angry. I'm sorry for calling you in, but-"

"It's alright," Charlie interrupted her quickly; to be honest - she was kind of glad for being asked to come to the HQ by Regina. Ever since Oswald became a public figure, so was she; which made what should be a nice, relaxing brunch with some friends into a nightmare of paps racing to take the best picture of the new CEO's girlfriend indulging on some mimosas. "I needed to hide from the reporters anyway. Things hadn't been that bad since my dad punched that one Republican on live tv."

Regina - a polite, middle-aged woman who reminded Charlie of her own mother a bit - let out a chuckle.

"The board can provide you with a security detail," she said. "We have some well-trained bodyguards on hand. Surely they could keep the reporters away."

and learn a bit too much about ozzie and lady arkham? yeah, fat chance.

"That won't be necessary," Charlie said, shaking her head. "Anyway. I'll try to talk some sense into him."

not that i was ever able to do so. not a lot of common sense in this guy's head, it seems.

After Regina walked away - Charlie knocked at the thick, heavy door.

"Oswald?" she said; at the other side - Oswald fell silent. "It's me."

After a moment - Oswald opened the door; and Charlie let out a sigh at the sight of his dishevelled hair, crumbled up shirt, and frantic expression. Judging from the shadows under his eyes, he hadn't slept last night - and since it's been two days since she last saw him, Charlie decided it's not that far fetched to assume that he hadn't slept the night before either.

"A sight for sore eyes you are," he said, smiling lightly. "Hey there."

"Regina called me in," Charlie said, stepping into the office as Oswald locked the door behind her. "She says you've been ignoring her... And she needs you to sign some paperwork."

also that you've been screaming like a banshee.

The office - spacious, filled with expensive, heavy furniture, and very well-lit, thanks to the glass wall at the end of the room - looked as if a storm had passed through it. Flipped chairs, papers everywhere, books scattered on the floor, randomly arranged shelves - it all looked like an aftermath of some angry, angry redecorating.

In response, Oswald waved his hand dismissively.

"Paperwork can wait," he said, turning around and walking towards a lone table in the corner of the room. "I am in the middle of digging out Bruce's biggest bloody secret."

"That being..?" she asked skeptically, following him. "That he prefers to keep his books on the shelves?"

Oswald let out a quiet snicker.

"He is hiding something in here," he said, pointing towards the chessboard they were standing next to. "This chessboard is the key. I just... I don't know how to use it," he said finally shaking his head in frustration. "I saw him use it. Bribed a cleaning lady into planting a bug in his office couple of months ago," he added as she cocked her head in confusion. "I saw him use it to open up a bloody secret elevator. But I can't, for the life of me, figure out how," he added; and Charlie sighed at the sound of rising, frustrating notes in his voice. His hands were beginning to shake as well; she saw him like this countless times before, and she knew well that what comes next, is a nuclear meltdown.

"Hey," she said gently, planting both her hands on his shoulders as he kept talking, getting more and more worked up. "Shhh."

He only stopped talking after she pressed her index finger to his lips; instead he stared at her, and the sight of him - his confused gaze, his tangled up hair, his parted lips - almost made her laugh. For a moment, he didn't look like a criminal mastermind with blood on his hands; he simply looked like a tired, confused man.

Silently, Charlie pressed her hand into his shoulder, beckoning him to bend down; and he did, allowing her to move her face closer and press her forehead against his.

With a deep sigh, Oswald closed his eyes.

"You'll figure it out," she said quietly. "Okay? You'll figure it out. You always do. You're a brilliant man, Oswald. And there's no way in hell a single chessboard can defeat you."

Oswald let out a chuckle.

"It's not just a chessboard," he said quietly, in a pained voice. "It's... Everything. I bit off more than I can chew, Charlie. I don't know the first thing about running a company. But I just keep thinking that maybe, just maybe... If I can figure this one thing out... I can figure everything else out as well."

"Of course you can," she whispered back, wrapping her arms around him. "You can and you will. One step at a time, my love."

With a deep sigh, Oswald stepped back; but he did allow her to drag him home, get him into a bath, and then into bed. And as they laid there, the silence only interrupted by their breaths - for just one night, nothing else mattered.

but even if his own hubris bites him in the ass, i will be there. because i love him. be careful, my love. they will not be gentle with you when they learn the truth.

[erodasfishtacos]

I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Or

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

CRAMP

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warnings: smut; 18 +

YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

-

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

-

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

[dancingazaleas]

eren yeager | best friend’s brother (smut)

ok i’m sure this is kind of surprising since i don’t really speak of eren

also no i don’t want to talk about how this is based off of victorious

warnings/notes: cursing, mikasa and eren are brother and sister, drummer!eren, modern au, secret relationship, everyone is 19, nsfw, eventual smut, slight dubcon, slight vouyerism, spanking, clit slapping, degradation, slight praise, choking, tummy bulge, edging, overstimulation, breeding kink, minors dni with this post pls, tell me if i missed anything

you know exactly who’s all going to be home whenever you call mikasa. but you still ask, like you always have, in order to lessen suspicion.

“it’s just me, eren, and zeke. i think zeke has pieck over tonight,” she sighs in slight annoyance, “wanna watch a movie when you come over?”

you tell her yes just as you turn on mikasa’s street. you both hang up with a goodbye, and you feel excitement bubbling in your gut as your car drives you closer and closer to eren. you practically jump out of your car whenever it’s parked on the curb of mikasa’s house.

you squeal while skipping up to the front door, punching in the numbers on the keypad lock without looking. you shut the door quietly after you enter the home, taking in the multiple smells from all three siblings living in the house.

you’ve got to hand it to zeke, he’s got amazing taste. whenever grisha and his mother died, he inherited a lot of money from them and decided to buy himself a home. however, it changed when he found out eren’s mother died and that eren and their adoptive sister, mikasa, would be going into foster care. and with zeke being 19, a legal adult, he managed to fit the roll as a guardian for the two of them. they’ve all lived together for a couple of years now, and you’ve come to enjoy the dynamic between them all whenever you’re staying there for a while.

“oh hey, (name). when’d you get here,” zeke asks whenever you walk into the kitchen, he’s probably getting himself those finger sandwiches he buys himself.

“just now. mikasa in her room,” you stretch and peek over zeke’s shoulder to see what the fridge contains.

“should be. can you get out of my fridge,” he nudges you back with his elbow, which you ignore.

“do you have any baby belle cheese,” you shove him aside with your hip.

“yeah, we do,” you turn to look over your shoulder to see eren walking into the kitchen.

you have to stop yourself from running into his arms, instead starting to rummage through the drawers of the big refrigerator. zeke leaves the kitchen, but you only know that because eren’s front his pressing against your back and warm arms wrap around your waist and his head head rests on your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“didn’t tell me you were coming over tonight,” he mocks disappointment while you take a baby bell cheese.

“wanted it to be a surprise,” you smile, stepping away from the fridge and opening the packaging of the cheese. eren still clings to you.

“it was a nice surprise,” he kisses at the back of your ear while he squeezes you tight.

you turn your head to look at eren, puckering your lips for a sweet kiss.

eren, not being able to say no to you, obliges and gives you a sweet and lingering kiss on your lips. he pouts whenever you pull away and plop the cheese in your mouth, moving away from him to throw away the wrappings.

“ask mikasa to watch a movie with me,” he requests—more like demands.

“sure,” you nod, “i’ll see you in a few minutes.”

you trudge out of the kitchen and up the stairs, barging into mikasa’s dark room. you watch her jump in her bed, obviously frightened with the abrupt entrance.

“hi hi,” you chant while closing the door behind you, jumping onto her bed next to her.

“you scared me.”

“i know,” you roll your eyes, “wanna watch a movie downstairs?”

“depends... what movie?”

you hum, “maybe the addams family, something like that.”

“yeah, if it’s the addams family then i’ll watch,” she says, scrolling through instagram.

“wanna see if eren will watch,” she asks you while she likes a post by sasha on her phone. the picture was of her, jean, and connie.

“sure, i’ll text him,” you pull out your phone, immediately pulling up eren’s contact and messaging him.

luckily, you’re able to hide the lovey dovey messages sent from eren. you text that mikasa does want to watch a movie and to be downstairs in three minutes.

“he said yea,” eren hadn’t even replied yet.

mikasa and you get off of her bed, making your way down the hallway and down the stairs while talking.

“popcorn?”

“yea, sounds so good right now,” you sigh happily, “we gonna cuddle?”

mikasa snickers at your question, “of course.”

you laugh a little before pushing her in the direction of the kitchen, settling yourself down in the middle on the long sofa. you pull up the addams family on the tv, smiling gently whenever eren comes in the room with his phone in his hands.

“sit at my feet, i’m cuddling with mikasa,” he scoffs at the claim, but puts your legs in his lap.

mikasa comes back into the room with a bowl of popcorn in her hand and some sodas in her hands. she manages to flip the light switch off in the living room while on her way to put everything on the coffee table in front of you. mikasa sits down when you lift your head, welcoming the weight of your head coming down her clothed thighs.

before you start the movie, mikasa asks eren, “do you have rehearsal tomorrow?”

“yeah. jean and annie’ll be here at like 11,” he sighs in slight frustration just as you start the movie.

“sucks for you,” you snort absentmindedly, pulling the bowl of popcorn into your body on top of your stomach.

eren flicks your leg with his fingers while mikasa ignores the both of you and continues to watch the movie.

during the movie, you notice a text from eren that asks you to stay with him after his rehearsal tomorrow, claiming that mikasa and zeke should be out of the house.

you turn off your phone with a giddy smile. you have a good feeling about tomorrow.

————

you’re laying in eren’s bed while he practices his drumming with his band in a few rooms over. you text mikasa the whole time, who’s telling you about some drama between zeke and her cousin, levi. well, it’s not really drama, levi and zeke just have a love-hate friendship. it makes you laugh, especially since the usually cocky and narcissistic man known as zeke was usually getting his ass chewed out by levi.

“i’m so horny,” eren groans while he walks into the room. menace.

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to text mikasa. eren’s pouting as he flops down next to you, face pressing against your neck.

“didn’t you just get out rehearsal? how do you have energy after drumming for an hour and a half,” you ignore the nipping of eren.

“‘dunno,” he sighs against your skin, sending chills up and down your spine.

you shut off your phone, throwing it to the side and pulling eren from your neck. you kiss him, to which he reciprocates happily, while he goes to straddle your waist.

his hands are already groping at your chest and his breath is already heavy against your mouth.

you pull away, “have you been horny since the beginning of rehearsal??”

he grumbles out a yes while he bites and sucks at your neck. your laughter is interrupted by a gasp when eren bites particularly hard on your neck. his hands creep up under your shirt, only to find a surprise.

“you’re not wearing a bra,” he asks, pushing the shirt up over your boobs.

“didn’t feel the need to,” you mumble with embarrassment as eren’s eyes stare at your chest.

without a second thought, his lips are attached to one tit, sucking hickies onto the skin around your areola. you whimper when he punches and twists a nipple with his fingers, chest slightly bucking up and burying his face further into your tits. eren feels like he’s in heaven.

when eren pulls away, he takes a moment to admire your tits. bruised and abused, glistening with his saliva under the lights in his room.

“pretty,” he mumbles, finally pushing your shirt entirely off of your body.

you wiggle your hips as a signal that eren takes. he’s ridding himself of his shirt and pants before he takes off your own pants. his fingers just barely swipe across the outsides of your thighs, giving you goosebumps.

eren’s spreading your legs apart, staring at the wet stain on your panties. you try to push your hips in his face, but eren swings his left arm around your hips to hold them down. his right hand is teasingly stroking your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. each swipe of his thumb has your whole body tensing, something that has him smirking.

“please,” you bite your lip while you stare into his eyes.

instead of indulging in your desires, he’s pulling his body away from the spot between your legs. only to take off your underwear, and then settle between your legs again.

“you’re all wet and i’ve barely done anything,” he comments, running a fingertip against your slit.

you whimper whenever eren shoves two of his fingers inside of you unexpectedly. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to his fingers, immediately setting himself a tempo as he fucks you with his fingers.

moaning and acting without thinking, your hand tugs at his long hair. he almost immediately pulls his fingers outside of you, fingertips slapping at your needy clit. your hips buck while you apologize.

“pull my hair like that again and you won’t get to cum,” he resumes his finger fucking, slightly smiling at how your hands immediately go to grip at the sheets now. he’s trained you so well.

“do you hear that,” he snickers while curling his finger, squelch sounds following after.

“cumming! cumming,” you pant a few moments later, eyes squeezing shut.

eren immediately pulls his fingers out of you, resulting in a cry from you. he laughs sadistically as he repeats the process over and over and over again, so much that you’ve lost count, tears now running down your cheeks. he lets you come this time, admiring the blissed out look on your face as you moan wantonly.

but his hand moves to your clit now, listening to your pleading that you’re too sensitive.

“shut up and take it,” he stops his maneuvers on your clit to slap your clit again.

you yelp and buck your hips, starting to open your mouth to plead until he starts rubbing your clit again. you orgasm quickly, back arching against eren’s mattress.

“eren,” you whimper, legs shaking while eren pulls his hand away.

“what do you want, pretty girl,” he sits on his knees, looking down at your crying face.

“more,” you sniffle, small hand reaching out for him.

“more of what,” he raises a taunting eyebrow, catching your wrist in his hand, “c’mon, use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“you... more of you.”

“that’s not an answer,” he reaches down to wipe away a tear.

“want you inside me,” you pout and wiggle your hips again.

“you want it or need it?” he smirks while tilting his head.

you whine, “need it. need you here, ‘ren.”

you guide his hand to your tummy while you speak and eren feels his cock throb in his boxers.

“fuck,” he groans, roughly flipping you over to lay on your stomach.

you yelp, reaching out to hold onto the pillow your head was just laying on. he’s forcing you to arch your back, and the way he forces you to do it is almost unrealistic. he’s tossing his boxers across the room for him to search for later, reaching down to pump his cock in his hand.

his hands lay heavy on your ass, spreading your plump cheeks apart to get a better view.

your cheek squishes against the pillow as you stare at him over your shoulder, needy pout on your face. he chuckles at your eyes closing whenever he finally shoves his huge cock inside of you.

“so big,” you sob, “so big, ren.”

he ignores you, pulling him cock out of you until the tip before slamming his hips against your ass. you yelp as soon as eren starts to thrust in and out of you ruthlessly. so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises on the back of your thighs for a few days.

however, his hips still whenever he hears the front door of the house creaking open and a voice calling out.

“eren! i’m home,” mikasa calls out while she shuts the door behind her.

you reach your hand back to shove eren off of you, not wanting to risk the chance of mikasa even hearing you. eren grabs your wrist with one hand while the other slaps your asscheek harshly.

“okay, i’m about to take a nap,” he replies to mikasa, knowing full well she’s already making her way up the stairs.

“okay,” she replies, going into her room. her room that’s right next to eren’s.

“eren,” you whisper, “she’s gonna hear.”

“don’t act so innocent,” he growls, “i bet you want mikasa to hear. to hear just how you’re getting fucked like the slut you are.”

you whimper, “no... no.”

“want her to hear how good you’re feeling,” eren smiles sadistically as you turn your head to bury your face in the pillow.

he hears your whining faintly whenever he starts to thrust his hips again. your moans are being muffled by his pillow, and even so, you’re sure that mikasa knows what’s going on by the sound of eren’s skin slapping against your own.

he puts his hands onto your shoulders, leaning his weight onto you as he speeds up his thrusts. you’re almost screaming in his pillow now, nails clawing at the sheets under you.

“gonna come,” he groans breathily, “you gonna come when mikasa’s in the next room over?”

he watches you nod your head, which makes him bite his lips while releasing a groan.

he whispers in your ear, spitting out a command for you, “go ahead. go ahead and cum like the slut you are. give mikasa a show.”

you moan loudly into his pillow, pussy fluttering around his fat cock as you orgasm.

he fucks you through it, not slowing down his fast and vigorous thrusting.

“hurts,” you cry.

“don’t care,” he says, reaching a hand around your body to grip onto your neck.

he’s pulling you up with him, back flushed against his front as he thrusts wildly. you look like a mess, saliva dripping down your chin along with your tears, eyes glossed over.

your hand touches against your tummy gently, whimpering at the feeling of the bulge that is eren.

“feel you,” you mewl quietly, “feel you here, ‘rennie.”

he presses the hand not wrapped around your neck against your tummy, groaning out. his thrusts speed up at full speed, something he does not do often, but eren’s eager to fuck his seed inside of you.

“gonna cum, gonna fuck my kids into your slutty pussy,” he grumbles, slapping a hand over your mouth whenever it opens to moan.

“you want that, huh? w-want me to fuck a kid into you? maybe then mikasa’ll get the hint,” his voice is shaky when he feels you tighten around him.

he snickers, “fuckin’ slut. tightening around me whenever i spew that shit. you want her to hear you being fucked stupid, huh?”

you shake your head while you shut your eyes again. another orgasm is approaching, and you’re not sure that you can handle holding it in.

eren notices and decides to take pity on you.

“go ahead, cum,” and you do. you gush all over his cock and sheets, hands scratching at his wrist as you scream into the palm of his hand.

“fuck,” he hisses whenever he feels his balls tighten.

he comes not too long after you, finally slowing his pace down to a grind. he lets you drop onto the bed on your tummy, spreading your legs open to admire how his cum leaks out of you.

you’re absolutely sure that mikasa heard, but you’re too fucked out to care. she’ll confront you if she knows, and that’s when you’ll worry.

but then again, your best friend’s brother is irresistible.

[fruitcoops]

Tiktok Trend: Black Sheep

This is entirely based off this tiktok, which has been bouncing around in my head for about a week and always makes me laugh. Andromeda's been mentioned a couple times in some older fics, but I thought it might be fun to finally introduce her! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, as always <3

TW for mentioned racist/ sexist/ homophobic family members and disownment (in a joking way)

“Sirius!” Andromeda called over her shoulder as she scrolled through the literal thousands of comments for her favorites, popping her gum at her cousin when he poked his head around the corner.

Sirius pulled a face right back at her. “What?”

“You’re stealing my spotlight again.”

“You don’t like the spotlight.”

Andromeda raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry, which of us was the first to be deemed a family disappointment based on their choice in partner?”

Sirius rolled his eyes with a huff and padded over to the couch, leaning his elbows behind her head to see the phone screen. “What did I do this time?”

They had filmed the video as a bit of a joke, not intending for anyone to see it—Andromeda only had twenty followers on TikTok at the time, and she was pretty sure half of them were bots. When your racist/ sexist/ homophobic family members start getting a little too comfortable at Thanksgiving dinner, read curly script across the top of the screen as Eminem’s Without Me played in the background.

Andromeda stepped into frame a moment later, walking past the camera in slow motion with a smirk and a casual flip of her hair. The black dress was one of her favorites, knee-length with a slightly low-cut bodice; her mother used to say it looked ‘slutty’ and ‘debasing’, which obviously meant she wore it on every possible occasion. The cousin that married ‘below her class’ was written in the same cursive lettering at her side.

Sirius followed in her footsteps, a devious smile on his face as he adjusted his rainbow tie and slid his wedding ring on. The gay cousin signed to the family’s rival team who they can’t get rid of because the disownment papers are still processing sat happily in a text box by his head as he passed the camera as well.

And then came Regulus, wearing a cocky grin that Andromeda had only seen blossom over the past year. He shook out his suit cuffs and straightened the purple-gray flag pin on his lapel, then stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled past as the cousin that dropped out of the NHL to go to college and made sure the bloodline ended with him stood stark white against the bushes in front of Sirius’ house.

None of them had actually gone to the annual holiday dinner hosted at Sirius’ parents house, of course, but it was the thought that counted. They had made the video for a laugh before heading off to Dumo’s; when Andromeda returned to her phone eight hours later, the video had 200,000 views and just over 40,000 likes.

She craned her neck back to look at Sirius as he laughed at the replay. “Read these fucking comments, you fame thief.”

Lionsfan89: HELLO??? IS THAT SIRIUS BLACK???

mandomallow: First of all ma’am please stomp on me second of all are you aware you have TWO famous hockey players in your driveway

LupinLover3: THAT’S SIRIUS FUCKING BLACK WTFFFF WHO ARE YOU LADY

tromblerone: Are we just ignoring the fact that Sirius and Regulus Black are making tiktoks with random ppl now :sobbing emoji:

nhl4days: Oh my god Regulus looks so happy stop I’m gonna cry

merqueen15: I litcherally have no words imagine being related to THEE Sirius Black couldn’t be me

21macattack: There are too many hot people in this video pls have mercy

bibibiboba: If being sexy is a gene this family has all of it and honestly I can’t even complain

lemonsqueezy8437: LMAOO CAN YOU IMAGINE ROLLING UP TO FAMILY THANKSGIVING AND SIRIUS AND REGULUS BLACK ARE SITTING AT THE TABLE WITH YOU

lillyofthevallley: How many people did that family kick out oh my god???? Also drop the skincare routine queen you’re GLOWING

Dozens more comments focused specifically on Andromeda—the vain little part of her heart appreciated the ones that asked for her curl routine—but she couldn’t quite get over the fact that all it took to bump her follower count to over twenty thousand people (and counting) was her geeky baby cousins.

“Hey.” She poked Sirius’ arm as he reached over her head to scroll through the comments, giggling to himself. “Hey. I’m the hot one, remember?”

“Tell that to your followers, Andy. Reg! Get in here!”

“What?” a distant voice called.

“Andy’s TikTok famous!”

There was barely half a second pause before footsteps came pounding up the stairs with all the grace one would expect from a 20-year-old college student. “How the hell did you get TikTok famous?” he asked, perching on the back of the couch like some rumpled bird.

She cocked a brow. “Remember that video from Thanksgiving?”

“Ouais.”

“You and your stupid brother are stealing my fans.”

Sirius flicked her forehead lightly and she batted him away. “Hey, we gave you those fans.”

“I’m going to post all of your embarrassing baby pictures in my next video,” she threatened around a smile with a playful kick to his pajama-clad thigh as he skirted around her to go back to the kitchen. “All of them! Oldest cousin privilege!”

First, though, she had a curl-care process to film.

[mviswidow]

wanda’s ride

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! porn w plot, thigh riding, a whole lot of teasing, bottom! wanda

Prompt: I was thinking maybe you could do something where wanda is flirting with natasha and other team members and fem! reader gets jealous and decides to... you know "punish" her

Summary: Wanda tries provoking R to get her to fuck her, but it lands her in trouble. A/N: there’s a bit of Sharon slander but pls forgive me, i love her. this is also kind of slow paced, but i wouldn’t say it’s slow paced in a bad way?

Your eyes settled on Wanda talking to flirting with Natasha for probably the hundredth time that night. You knew she was doing it to get a rise out of you, especially since she kept looking at you while she was doing it, leaning closer to Nat as she laughed at whatever she said, putting her hand on her arm to hold herself up.

A few minutes later Wanda came and sat beside you where you were listening to and occasionally participating in the discussion Bucky was having with Maria about weapons or something. To be fair, you were only half paying attention because of how distracting Wanda was being.

Your thighs were pressed against hers in the lounge chair so you could both fit, and your arm ended up around her shoulder. You placed a kiss on her bare collarbone, enjoying the skin you got to see in her off-the-shoulder dress, “Behave yourself,” You warned, placing another kiss at her sweet spot before biting the skin there softly.

Wanda took your hand that wasn't around her shoulders in her own and placed it on her thighs, her hand over yours.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Always so horny, aren’t we, darling?” You said in a low voice, not wanting Bucky or Maria to hear, even though they weren’t paying attention to the two of you anyway, too caught up in their conversation.

Wanda said nothing, but just nodded as you squeezed her thigh and smirked at her flushed face. She’d begged you to just tell Tony that one of you was feeling sick so you didn’t have to go to the party and you could fuck her into the next day. Her goal was to provoke you enough to get you to leave and take her with you and you knew it, but you had much more self control than she did.

You moved your thumb back and forth on the inside of her thigh for a few minutes, listening to Bucky and Maria, sometimes jumping in on the conversation, and other times nudging Wanda for her to say something.

She wasn’t listening so most of the time she just agreed with whatever she’d heard last. She was trying to think of something that would push you over the edge and get you to drag her out of the room.

Eventually, Steve came over to talk to Bucky and Tony had called you over, so the two of you had separated again.

Wanda was growing frustrated because no matter what she did, you would just smirk at her or stare stone faced. She was really horny after working herself up, thinking of all the ways you would ruin her. There was probably an hour left of the party when she got an idea, hoping that it would work.

Finally, your expression changed when she walked over to Sharon, starting up a conversation. She knew how you weren’t particularly fond of her. You didn’t hate her, but you hated the way she would look at Wanda sometimes when she happened to be in the training room while the two of you were training. And you despised the way her eyes flicked to Wanda’s cleavage when she got closer to her. Your eyebrows shot up when you saw Wanda put her hands on Sharon’s waist, and Sharon looked like she was thanking Wanda, so you assumed your girlfriend had complimented her, but you were having none of it when you were worried Sharon would put her hands on Wanda.

“For fucks sake,” You muttered, excusing yourself from Tony and Natasha, which made them laugh when they saw what Wanda was doing to get you riled up, before going over to where she was standing with Sharon beside the bar, your heels clicking on the floor.

Wanda backed up when she heard you getting closer, and when you put an arm around her waist before kissing her temple, she smiled at you, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You hummed in response before turning to Sharon, greeting her quickly to get the niceties out of the way, nodding at her half smile. “Do you still not feel well, my love? I finally convinced Tony to let us back to our room now that things have died down.”

You almost smirked at the excited look in Wanda’s eyes, but you just moved your arm further down her waist, letting it rest right above her ass while you both said goodbye to Sharon and made your way to the elevator.

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and walked inside, clicking the button to your floor.

Neither of you spoke and the tension was thick, but you just stood there leaning against the wall, playing with the rings on Wanda’s fingers, thinking of all the things you could do to her, knowing she was reading your mind.

Her breathing had become irregular and her face was red, her lips slightly parted, and you noticed her thighs pressed together when you thought of ramming into her with her favorite strap-on.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You smiled and let Wanda leave first, opting to slap her on the ass playfully, which made her giggle, as you made your way into the kitchen and took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it and taking a bite of it as you watched Wanda shift uncomfortably on the barstool.

“What are you doing?” You asked after you swallowed your first bite.

A look of confusion played on her features and she tilted her head, “Nothing, I’m just waiting for you.”

“Go get changed for bed, just panties and a t-shirt. When you’re done I want you to come back in here and have a snack. Once you’ve done that you can come back to our room,” You instructed and watched Wanda get up and walk to your room as fast as her feet could carry her without breaking out into a run, which made you chuckle.

On your way to the room you shared with Wanda, she was passing you in the hallway, and you gave her a little smile. She looked so soft, her makeup had been wiped away and her wavy hair was resting over her shoulders, the hem of her shirt just covering her bottom.

You almost stopped her, wanting to kiss her, but you refrained from distracting yourself and her, knowing that she would try to eat quickly and you didn’t want her to make herself sick or anything.

Once in your room, you changed out of your clothes from the party and put on underwear, a pair of sleep shorts, and a tank top that you often wore to bed. You wiped away your makeup and fixed your hair so it would stay out of your face before picking up the book you’d been reading from your nightstand and going from where you were.

After a few short minutes, you heard the door open, but you didn’t look up until you’d reached the bottom of the page you were on, noticing that Wanda was still standing at the door, looking unsure of what to do.

“Do you need something?” You asked innocently with a cocked eyebrow.

“I just thought we were - you know, that you would-”

“Spit it out, baby,” You interrupted.

She looked flustered and you had half the mind to laugh at her, “I thought you were going to punish me.”

You nodded and looked back to your book, “I will.”

She chuckled and finally closed the door, walking up to the bed and sitting on her knees in front of you, clearly wanting your attention. “Are you just going to make me wait?”

“I’ll leave you untouched for a week if you’re going to be a brat about it,” You challenged, looking up at her.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized immediately, panic in her eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smiled, pleased at her response, and leaned up to kiss her. She tried to work you up, doing the little things she knew you loved, and you teased her back just as much, biting her bottom lip, brushing your tongue with hers. You squeezed her lower lip between your lips as you pulled away from her, making her smile.

“So are we-”

“If you want to get off right now, the only way you’ll be doing it is on my thigh,” You deadpanned, looking back down at your book and moving your thigh closer to her.

“What, while you just sit there and read?” She scoffed.

You sighed, feigning annoyance, “Would you rather I get the strap out and make you cockwarm until I finish my book? I have around 100 pages left, you’d be there for quite a while, my love, just dripping onto my lap.”

Wanda shook her head, as much as she loved cockwarming for you, “I need to cum, babe, please. If I ride your thigh will you let me?”

“Probably,” You shrugged. “Take your panties off before you get on,” You said, tapping your thigh before you flipped the page of your book. You were only half paying attention, it was really hard to read while your girlfriend was ready to beg you to fuck her, but you knew how much she absolutely hated the lack of attention you were giving her, so you considered it worth it.

You felt her weight leave the bed for a second, and she hurried to get her panties off before getting back on and carefully straddling your thigh that had been waiting for her and placing one of her hands on your shoulder and the other on the bed next to your leg.

You bit the inside of your lip when you felt the wetness from her cunt on your skin, she was dripping and you were itching to comment on it, but stayed silent until you heard her sigh, relieved that she could finally get what she needed, whether you planned on helping her or not, “Oh, I wouldn’t get too excited yet, princess, I can’t make it too easy for you, now can I?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You opted to ignore her attitude, “By the end of the night, your ass is going to be nine different shades of red after that little stunt you pulled tonight. We’re only getting started with this.” You said, and you couldn’t resist looking at her, an exasperated look on her face.

“You’re cruel,” She whined.

You hummed in agreement and slapped her ass with your hand, which made her hips jerk forwards, “Move.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. She immediately started moving her hips back and forth, spreading her wetness on you. You felt her fingernails dig into your shoulder blade and it wasn’t long before soft sighs were escaping her mouth, “What, does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” She nodded, closing her eyes, and finally moaned. Quietly, yes, but it was your favorite thing to hear, so you didn’t care.

“Good,” You smiled and flipped your book onto yourself before taking the hand that was on your shoulder and removing the rings on her fingers off, seeing that she’d forgotten to do that in the haste of getting herself ready for you, which made you chuckle. You reached over and dropped them on the nightstand, hearing them clink together as they landed on the wood. “Now, hands off, princess, behind your back or on your thighs, your pick.”

She nodded, too turned on to protest, and put her hands behind her back, never stopping the movement of her hips. That didn’t last long though, and she only kept her hands behind her back before they fell to her thighs, gripping the bottom of her shirt and bunching it up, which gave you the most beautiful view of her clit bumping against your skin.

You noticed her pace had quickened, and you put a hand on her waist, “Slower.” You flipped your book back up to read, but you weren’t paying very much attention, it was merely for theatrics.

You kept one hand at her waist, since she was having trouble keeping the rocking of her hips slow, this was her punishment, you couldn’t make it too easy for her. You almost felt bad for her with how incredibly slow you had her going. Almost. Both of you knew she wasn’t going to cum like this, but you’d give her what she wanted eventually. The only sounds in the room were her whines and quiet grunts, and her head was down, chin almost touching her chest.

After a minute of her grinding slowly, you let her move her hips faster, you didn’t want to tire her out too quickly. Once she was going at a steady momentum, you removed your hand from her waist and smiled when she kept going at the same speed, “Look at that, who knew my best girl could be so independent?”

Wanda’s head lifted so she could glare at you, but you just smiled at her proudly and went back to your book, but you jerked your leg up while she was rocking forward, making her moan from the pressure on her clit.

“You can go faster now,” you mumbled, turning the page of your book, smiling when you got to the exact page you’d been waiting to find.

She moaned and complied, her pussy practically begging for release. You smirked as you felt her juices dribble down your thigh, “Look at that, Wands, you’re making such a mess.”

You put your finger in between the pages and shut your book, using your other hand to wipe upwards, collecting her wetness on your fingers and bringing it to your mouth, moaning when you tasted her on your tongue. God, you couldn’t wait to devour her later. Wanda whimpered at the sound of your moan and her hips started to move a little faster, and you let her.

“Hey, baby?” You hummed, wanting her attention on you.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at you, hoping that you would finally tell her you would take care of her, or that she’d been so good for you and now she could finally have what she wanted, but you said none of that. You simply turned your book towards her, pointing at a paragraph at the top of one of the pages, “Can you read this page out loud for me?”

Wanda grunted, tired, horny, annoyed, and frustrated, but took the book in her hands, moaning when she read the first two sentences in her head. You were making her read a lesbian fucking sex scene and she had never hated or loved you more.

You smirked at her as she tried to read coherently, but she was almost done, “Kate’s tongue licked a stripe up - fuck- up Alice’s center and flicked her tongue against her clit.” Wanda let out a whine and her pleading eyes met yours.

“Give me two more sentences, darling. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my thigh when you’re done, I promise,” You nodded, urging her on.

Her shaky voice continued, and you could tell she was struggling to focus, “God, Alice pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans, but as soon as she did, Kate pulled back, bit at her thigh. ‘Let me see,’ she- she murmured. fuck- ‘Please.’” She moaned once more and you took the book from her, tossing it to the nightstand.

“Fucking, finally,” Wanda groaned, as you sat up straighter.

Her hands surged forward and she pulled you towards her, not being able to stop herself from kissing you feverishly. You kissed her back, but not for long. You turned her head with your hand a little and started kissing down her jaw to reach her neck before starting to suck at her neck with the intention of marking her.

“Babe, fuck, don’t do that, they’ll see tomorrow,” Wanda moaned, but it didn’t seem like she cared that much, because she brought a hand up to grip your hair and her hips were moving faster.

“Good, I want them to. Maybe that bitch will learn to stay away from you then, hm? Or did you forget what got you into this? You don’t exactly have the grounds to tell me what to do right now, my love,” You smirked and nipped at the skin besides the hickey you just made.

Wanda’s hips jerked forward and her grip on your hair tightened, almost painfully, “Please,” She whimpered.

Your thigh was coated in her juices and the slickness was making it harder for her to get any friction on her clit.

“Do you want some help, princess? Is that it?” You teased, already starting to suck a new hickey above her collarbone.

She whined, “Yes, please.”

“Say it, I want to hear you say it,” You mumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Let me get off on your thigh while you play with my clit, god- please,” Wanda’s head dropped to your shoulder, but her action was short lived, because you detached your mouth from her neck, tilted her face up, and brought your thumb up to her mouth.

She parted her lips and sucked in your thumb, swirling her tongue around it and getting it wet with her spit, not that it would need to be already wet once it got down there.

You kissed her shoulder and tapped the side of her face with your other fingers, signaling for her to open her mouth.

You brought your thumb down to her clit and started rubbing slow circles, and she reacted immediately, moaning loudly and whining something in Sokovian.

You increased your pace and her hips sped up, knowing that she was close because she only started speaking in Sokovian in bed when she was going to come. She was moving almost erratically, and all she could do was babble in her mother tongue and moan at your ministrations.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to see what I would do when I got mad, yes? You wanted me to make a mess of you? I think I’ve done just that, darling, I’ve reduced you to just moans and babbles.”

She nodded frantically and bucked her hips on your thigh. You kissed her and swallowed some of her moans, and at this point you were probably dripping onto the bed, too.

“‘M close, please,” She begged, needing release after being teased relentlessly.

“Take your shirt off,” You instructed, and she did immediately.

You took a nipple in your mouth, switching between biting it gently and swirling your tongue around it, and you used the hand that you weren’t using to rub at Wanda’s clit to tease the other nipple in your hand, making her back arch, almost dramatically.

She cursed in Sokovian and groaned, her movements jerky and you could tell how tired she was, “Please, ‘m gonna cum, babe, please-”

You lifted your head up from her nipple, but continued gently pulling at the other in between your fingers. Your noses brushed together as you kissed her again, before pulling back, “Go on, come for me, show me that you can follow instructions so this doesn’t have to happen again.”

Wanda moaned and her back arched, your thumb continuing to work at her clit until the tenseness in her body snapped and she let out a strangled cry as she came on your thigh.

You were quick to leave her nipple and put your arm behind her, supporting her weight as her hips slowed, and you kept working at her clit slowly until her hips stopped completely and her body was relaxed.

She was panting heavily and her head had rested on your shoulder. You chuckled airily and kissed the side of her face, “You did so well, pretty girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda smiled at your praises and mumbled out a ‘thank you’.

You knew you had to give her a break before going at it again, so you let her slump against you as your fingers danced along her spine and you continue to whisper praises in her ear.

Once she’d calmed down she pushed herself off of you and tried to settle into bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a single eyebrow raised.

“I’m sleepy,” She said simply and looked up at you.

You tutted and shook your head, “Oh, no, baby. I was serious, I’m not done with you. Your ass is going to be real tender tomorrow morning.”

[rainsoughtflowers]

guys pls saebyeok and eunhyuk and AND eun yoo alone scaramew will cry

fallen star

tw/cw - major character death, angst, mentions of blood.

a/n - hi keo. uhm. so turns out i couldn’t leave her alone :D i feel kinda bad but not at the same time BFJDB anyways enjoy!

ALSO LAST PART FOR I HUNG THE STARS FOR YOU I SWEAR IM DONE WITH THIS AU I JUST HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG AND NEEDED CLOSURE.

you used to believe that perhaps the girl you met that fateful winter day was simply a fragment of your imagination.

it was easier than the reality of what was true. that weeks spent on hopeless pining, longing stares and beating hearts resulted in the letter you kept crumbled down from wear inside your pocket. that the feelings that had blossomed and nurtured now lay wilted, decayed and forgotten like an abandoned garden. that sae byeok would never come back, no matter how many shooting stars heard your desperate cries each night.

a year had been enough to have you accept the thoughts, the colors of the leaves the only indicator of the time passed. because everything still felt the same. you still went to that small art shop tucked snuggly between the two buildings, leaning against the aisles and drawing aimless scribbles into the parchment of your notebook. you could feel everything too. could still feel the warmth of sae byeok’s body beside yours, knees bumping and shoes pressed together. could still hear the quiet tone of her voice, soft and hushed and everything nice. you still saw her sometimes, too, waiting for you like she always did despite her insisting otherwise. and yet deep down you knew things had changed, much more than you realized. much more than you let yourself believe.

you sighed quietly into the strong aroma of paints and chalk, blinking away the figments of your imagination beginning to surface once more. it happened too frequently for your liking, and each time it left your heart throbbing painfully inside your chest until it stopped, and you were left feeling nothing at all.

‘come on. it’s been a whole year. you need to get over it.’ you thought angrily to yourself, grabbing the nearest set of paints and putting it into your basket. your visit at the time was for supplies instead of a place to draw, a big project coming up where your teacher asked for only acrylic paints to be used. you weren’t very familiar with the techniques related to the paint, but at least it allowed you an excuse to stay busy and not think about the freckles splayed across skin.

“uh, excuse me.”

you glanced over at the voice, surprised about the appearance that greeted you. it wasn’t necessarily because of the bright red hair that felt out of place, but rather the age of the man and the suit he was wearing. definitely did not look like someone who would come to an art shop, at least not for himself.

“yes?” you asked, a little cautiously.

he smiled, kind enough to have your tense stance falter ever so slightly, “do you come to this place often?”

you sighed a little in relief, realizing that he probably just wanted to know about what supplies to get. you ignored how it reminded you of a different encounter many months ago, “i do. usually come here everyday.”

he nodded, hesitating for a moment before speaking, “if you don’t mind me asking, can i see some of your work?”

“oh, sure! here, give me a second.” you pulled out the notebook from your bag, opening it to the first page littered with motion drawings and random sketches. he flipped through the pages, intrigued, until stopping on one that had his entire body going completely still.

“this one is…” he trailed off, glancing between you and the graphite smeared onto the page. your own eyes landed on the drawing, body growing cold at the familiar sight.

quickly you grabbed the notebook from his hands, holding it protectively to your chest, “sorry, these ones are private,” you hastily stuffed it into your bag, eyes downcast to hide the tears threatening to break through, “if you’re looking for advice you can always ask the workers. i have to go.”

“wait!” the sudden rise in tone and the alarm in his voice caused you to pause, seeing the conflicted look across his face. he swallowed, eyes switching between you and your bag before remaining on your face, “do you know a girl named sae byeok?”

his tone was much softer that time, but you still felt frozen in your spot, rolling the familiar syllables within your mind. your lips parted, so many thoughts running through your head but none finding a place on your tongue. you swallowed, asking the easiest question you could muster, “what did you say?”

“sae byeok,” he repeated, seemingly desperate by the way he looked at you, “did you know her?”

“did i know her?” you almost laughed at yourself. at the whole predicament. a whole year, and despite you thinking that it was enough to forget about the girl you met, all the images centered around her felt clearer. you remembered the butterflies gracing ribcages, the sunsets on your cheeks, and the stars across her face. a bitter smile found its place on your lips, heart aching quietly inside your chest, “i loved her.”

the man, or rather gi-hun, took you to a nearby coffee shop. he said it’d be better to talk there than inside the store, to which you only partly agreed. despite it being a much appropriate setting, the coffee shop he brought you to was the same one you took sae byeok to as well. you didn’t sit in the same seats, thankfully, but each time you glanced over and spotted the table you recalled the wonder in her eyes at showing her the sketch made up of her features.

“how do you…” you paused, taking a quick sip of your tea to help soothe your throat and ease your anxiety, “how did you know her?”

gi-hun remained quiet for several moments, as if he were trying to find a suitable place to start. finally, after a silence far too long for your liking, he muttered quietly but loud enough for you to hear, “did she tell you about the games?“

“yes.” how could you forget? you read the letter left to you so many times you practically had the words memorized.

“i was there. we played together,” his tone lowered ever so slightly, his attention drawing to the untouched cup of his coffee, “we were teammates.”

seeing gi-huns crumpled state had your heart pounding, afraid of what the expression meant. but you needed to know. you had to be sure, “is she…” you trailed off, not wanting to utter the words you tried to deny for so long. it would be too real if you said it aloud. written permanently into the universe you could not change.

he lowered his head ever so slightly, and gi-hun didn’t even need to utter his next words for you to know, “i’m sorry.”

“how did-“ you choked on your words, scrambling to pick up the world that just shattered by your feet, “how did she die?”

“there was a game…the glass exploded at the end. she…she was unlucky enough to have been the closest one.” gi-hun also struggled with his words, his eyes never quite reaching your own.

you pressed a hand your lips, fingers trembling against the appendages as you pushed down the tears and tried to ignore the tightening in your throat. you tried not to imagine it. the blood flowing out of her body. the desperate tone of her voice and the struggling of her eyes to remain open. had she been in pain? was she scared? did she pass with regrets? “sae…”

“she told me about you. before she died,” you glanced up at the words, awaiting what was to follow. this time gi-hun did meet your eyes, red rimmed but gentle, “she loved you very much. and i uh, i promised her something.”

gi-hun reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. when you held it between your thumb and pointer fingers you read the letters to be an address, confused by the unfamiliarity.

“what is this?“ you asked, sparing a quick glance up.

“its the place cheol is staying at. she told you about her brother right?” at your nod gi-hun continued, “i promised sae byeok that i would take care of her family. that included you. there’s….there’s enough money to let you live a comfortable life.”

you stared at the piece of paper, feeling emotions you couldn’t quite place. but you knew one thing, and it was that you didn’t want money. you didn’t want a life of luxury or comfort. you just wanted sae byeok. just one more moment with her. one more smile. one more laugh. one more hug in the pouring rain where the roar of the falling droplets allowed only you two to hear the thoughts kept in your hearts. no amount of money could buy that.

“again, i’m really sorry. if i could i…i would’ve taken her place. it should be her here right now, not me,” gi-hun was staring down at his hands, tears building up in the corners of his eyes. the guilt he felt must’ve been heavy, the thought urging you to reach over and place a reassuring hand over his own.

“thank you for watching over her.” you whispered. you didn’t know much about gi-hun. but the fact that he was there, comforting you and giving closure for both you and the girl now among the stars told you enough.

he nodded, appearing relieved, “if-if you ever need anything you can call me. it took me a year to get my shit together but i intend to keep my promise. anything at all, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“thank you mister.” you smiled, grateful for his offer. gi-hun tensed at the words, as if they were familiar and brought back a memory he had forgotten. but just as quickly he was smiling, nodding while standing up from his seat.

“take care.”

it took you a couple days to gain enough courage to visit the address gi-hun gave you. it wasn’t really that you were scared, or doubted his intentions, but rather you were nervous. you had heard so much about cheol from sae byeok. she always spoke of him so fondly, and despite not having met him before her words alone were enough for him to find his own place in your heart. but, what if he didn’t like you? what if you couldn’t take care of him? you were just a college student after all, but it was sae byeok’s brother and you were willing to try for the sake of protecting one of the only things she loved. but what if that wasn’t enough?

you breathed out a shaky breath, the cloud steadily disappearing into the air. slowly you brought your hand up and formed a fist, knocking three times on the door before you. when you heard the rustle of movement from beyond you took a step back, rocking on your heels while waiting.

an older woman greeted you, to which you realized was the friend’s mom gi-hun told you briefly about. she smiled at you, warm like hot cocoa, and you returned it with one of your own, “uhm. sorry to intrude…is there a boy named cheol here?“

her smile widened, perhaps having been expecting you, and she turned towards the stairs inside the house and yelled out a loud ‘cheol!’ into the distance. it echoed, bouncing off the walls and blending with the sound of feet rushing down the steps. a boy, small and no older than ten, appeared behind the older woman, peering at you curiously. it was almost laughable how similar he looked like sae byeok. the only think lacking was the splash of freckles on his cheeks and nose.

“hi…i’m (name).” you waved your hand, relieved when he returned it and stepped out to now stand in the doorway.

“are you the person my sister always talked about?“ he tilt his head towards the side, the action and big brown eyes causing your heart to tighten.

“yup,” you laughed, trying to keep the mood light, “that’s me.”

he rushed forward, small hands bunching the fabric of your shirt. you only remained still for a brief moment before putting your own hands around his small frame, fingers running through the strands on his head. he mumbled something, muffled by your thick jacket, and you had to maneuver his face away from the fabric to hear him properly, “thank you for making my sister happy.“

you were taken aback, not expecting the words of gratitude. you felt something roll down your cheek, and hastily you crouched down low, holding the small boy closer to your body, “thank you for having such an incredible sister.”

the sobs pouring out of your mouth never seemed to stop. you wanted to be strong, for the sake of the precious boy before you. yet you found yourself unable to stop the tears, heart and body aching all over again, just like that day you received the letter. and cheol, sweet cheol, patted your back gently whilst releasing his own small sniffles.

“my sister isn’t coming back…is she?” he whispered quietly, the broken tone of his voice causing you to pull back and hastily wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

“we can wait together, hm?” you smiled, keeping your voice steady while stroking the apple of his cheeks, “that means we have to take care of each other.”

cheol let loose another small sniffle, before nodding his head and burying his face within your jacket once more, “okay.”

you don’t know how long you sat there holding onto the boy, whispering quiet reassurances while fixing the mess of strands that was his hair. cheol probably saw through your little white lie, but you wanted to try. to try keeping his bright spirit as warm as the sun. to make sure he knew that his sister loved her, and didn’t leave because of the lack of it. that sae byeok would’ve wanted you both to be happy, even if she weren’t there to witness it all.

maybe hung stars and shooting comets weren’t enough, but this, holding cheol and having gotten to love her, was.

menu. upside down peach cake.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

I just found your stories today and I love your writing. Also I found a new need...I didn’t know I needed Deacon x reader fics (S.W.A.T.).

May I pls be tagged on all of your writing???

I also saw your requests were open and if possible could you write Deacon x Reader fic where they’ve been together a while. During their time together he has repeatedly stated he doesn’t want more kids and the reader accidentally gets pregnant (BC failure). She’s afraid to tell him, but when she does He initially reacts badly, but they get their HEA.

Thank You 🙏

Another One

Pairing: Deacon Kay x Reader

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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“Please don’t be positive” you chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at the pregnancy test in your hands. For the past three weeks you’ve been throwing up and you realized that you can’t stand certain scents

A loud crash sounded from the living room and your husband calling out to your younger set of twin boys to stop running in the house filled the once quiet home

“Mommy! Sadie ate my strawberries!” Laila, the oldest of your four kids called out to you on the other side of the door as Sadie, your one year old cries became louder

You loved all four of your children but they really get on your nerves sometimes, hence the reason why you’re all but praying for this test to be negative. You knew that Deacon wasn’t up for another child especially so soon after Sadie but this is what happens when mommy and daddy get their play time, another one gets conceived

Rubbing your temples you released a sigh before cracking the door open only to be met with a scowling five year old and a screaming baby

“Laila I’ll get you more strawberries” before you could scoop up the little one in your arms your husband beat you to it, immediately shushing her cries

“What’s the matter angel?” the eldest sassily rolled her eyes before storming out of your bedroom leaving you two to handle Sadie

“She gets that from her mother” Deacon joked and entered the bathroom with Sadie on his hip. You didn’t bother to try hiding the test from his line of vision

Pregnant

That one word mocked you the longer you looked at it

“Looks like we’re having another one” you held the test up for him to see and his soft features turned stone cold

“What the f-“

“Language”

Clearly upset he sat your daughter on the bathroom sink, eyes burning holes into the side of your head

“We said no more” rolling your eyes you placed the test on the counter before reaching out for the carefree child

“Are you even taking your birth control?” raising his voice a bit you couldn’t help but glare at him like he’s lost his fucking mind

“Deacon you know better than to ask me that stupid question”

“We can’t even manage the four kids we already have much less five, God forbid it’s twins again!” fuming he stormed out of the room while you stayed put bouncing Sadie on your hip, her little babbles bringing a small smile to your face

At least one of us is happy

It wasn’t long after you heard the front door slam shut. Great, he’s taking off. The padding of tiny feet got closer with each passing second as the twins made their appearance

“Mommy, daddy looked mad when he left, is he okay?” Aiden asked while his brother Ethan wrapped his arms around your leg. Ruffling his mass of chestnut brown hair you smiled down at your babies

“Everything’s fine, who wants to watch a movie?”

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It was well past eight o’clock, you had just put the twins down and was on your way down to the kitchen when the front door opened and Deacon walked in holding a bouquet of flowers

“Babe” he called out to you but you walked right past him, still upset with the way he behaved earlier

“I’m sorry” he followed you into the kitchen but you still ignored him as you started cleaning up the mess the five of you made during dinner

“Whatever Deacon, you said your part” he took the dirty plates out of your hands and placed them to the side stopping you in your tracks

“Y/N” using his thumb and index finger he tilted your head up, brown eyes locking with yours

“Four kids is a lot, especially with our line of work” he’s seriously choosing to go down this road squirming away from him you felt your blood boil

“Deacon don’t do that, don’t try to tell me how hard it is because we’re both S.W.A.T. officers, we both work on the same team, we both know the dangers of the job and we both knew what we were getting ourselves into when we decided to get married and start a family” your body shook with pent up rage as you closed the gap between you both

“We both said that we didn’t want to have another one after the boys and what happens, Sadie came along almost three years later. You can’t control when things like this happens Deacon” sighing he propped up against the counter

“I know and I’m sorry for reacting the way way I did, you didn’t deserve that and neither the baby” pulling you closer into him he placed his hands on your hips. Looking into his dark brown eyes you gently rubbed your stomach, small smile etching its way onto your faces

“We’re having another baby” placing his larger hand over yours he lovingly kissed your forehead finally coming to terms with your pregnancy

“It better not be triplets this time” chuckling you allowed yourself to enjoy Deacon’s warm embrace

Standing there in each other’s arms you both knew that this baby would be loved, unexpected or not and taken very great care of. You knew that you both would have to make some compromises along the way to raise five kids but you were ready to do so

“Hondo is gonna flip when he finds out I’m pregnant AGAIN”