#and then they fall in love with the baby oh no

[machveil]

for the domestic whores, I’ve got you. Simon Riley x SingleParent!Reader🎀✨

Simon Riley who comes home from a deployment, headache throbbing behind his eyes as he jams his key into his flat’s doorknob. he’s absolutely exhausted, limbs heavy and chest a little tight with stress. he doesn’t even manage to kick off his boots before he’s falling back onto his couch, running a rough hand down his face as he sighs. everything is fine. a beer or three and some god awful realty show to turn his brain off always manages to make him pass out. yeah, a smoke or two and he can drift off, eyelids already droopy with sleep. then the crying starts

a slow glance to his left, fingers twitching slightly. there wasn’t a neighbor there before he left, and now some infant is screaming it’s bloody head off. it’ll stop soon. it’ll stop and Simon can fall into the pattern he’s set for himself. it’ll stop. it’s just a baby, someone’s got to make it stop. “No, no, no— it’s okay! Ssh, oh, honey—”, a muffled voice crooning through his walls, were the walls to his flat always so thin? a hiccupy wail cries out, sobs shortly following, “Sweetheart, look— it’s teddy! You love teddy.”, louder cries echoing through the air. maybe they don’t love teddy. with a groan, Simon stands up. today’s not the day for this, and he hates being that neighbor, but he needs peace and quiet

not even a minute later and he’s stepping down the hall, three quick knocks ringing out on his neighbors door. a deep breath leaves him as the crying continues, eyebrows raising slightly as the sound gets louder, the soft pad of walking overshadowed. there’s a soft click before the door opens and— Simon’s never seen you before. hair a little messy, faint eyebags, and a chunky little baby wailing on your hip. there’s a pause as you look up at him, and, god, there’s a lot to look at. a disposable medical mask he never took off, dressed nearly all in black, and looming past your doorframe. “Tha’s got to stop.”, short and curt, voice deep and rumbly

it’s only after he speaks does the little menace on your hip pipe down, bleary eyes blinking as they look up at the solider. glancing down at the baby, a soft little gurgle and grabby hands catch his eyes. delighted little noises as they reach their tiny arms out for him, “How’d you do that?”, you ask. your wide eyed expression makes him scoff, “What?”, happy little giggles reach Simon’s ears. “Say something else—”, you plead softly, readjusting your hold to cradle the baby, “They keep crying and I don’t know what to do— I’m sorry, but I’ve never seen them stop like that.”, you sound so tired, drained as you sway back and forth slightly. say something else. “‘M Simon.”

[sinstear]

abby dressing your daughter up exactly like her, just to see your reaction 🥹🤲🏻

ohkay fluff! yes, we love. this is perfect 🫶🏻 kinda all over the place.

abby’s memorized your work schedule completely since she started dating you, and she knows that in exactly 25 minutes she’s going to hear the keys in the door, you kicking off your shoes once you step inside and hang up your jacket and bag on the coat rack, and will be in search for her and your daughter.

tying the hair band around her hair once she finished the braid, abby smiled and kissed her forehead gently. “and what do we tell mama when she gets home?”

“uhm, to not mention the candy drawer beside your bed!” your daughter giggled and rubbed her eyes.

abby’s eyes widen and she’s quickly shaking her head with a nervous laugh. “not that, baby, anything but that, she won’t let me live it down.”

“eating too much candy is bad for you, mommy.” she huffed and abby could already hear your voice in the back of her head when you once told her that your daughter huffs, pouts and frowns just like abby does.

“i birthed her, and she copies everything you do.”

“it is, but—”

“you have to be in good health to take me to the park and to see the ducks, you can’t eat any more candy.”

“oh, is that right?” abby laughed softly.

“yep, i say so.”

before abby could reply, both sets of ears perk up at the sound of the key sliding into the lock, and the jiggle of your key chains had abby smiling. “remember what we said?”

“tell mama we love her!” she cheered quietly and brushed away wispy bits of hair in her face with a grumble. “and keep the candy a secret?”

“exactly, we’re learning, baby.” abby laughed and kissed her head a final time.

you’ve barely stepped foot in the apartment when you feel a force against both your legs, and you smile tiredly when you look down to find your daughter snuggling her face against your pant-covered leg. “well, hello there, baby girl— what are you wearing?” you blinked, looking at her outfit, finally realizing. 

“i look like mommy!”

you notice the light shade of green cargo pants, similar to abby’s but not the exact same, and you bite back a laugh when your eyes peer up to the black long sleeve shirt; abby usually wears white or a light green, and to finally top it all off, you notice the braid. “it’s very neat, i remember doing yours for you.” you commented softly towards your wife.

“years of practice, babe.” abby winked at you before smiling. “what do you think? little mini me, huh?”

“you look very adorable, baby,” your smile widens when she giggles and wraps her arms around your leg again. “now, let me take a shower, change out of these clothes and then we can take some pictures for grandad.”

“grandpa!”

“you and dad spoil her way too much,” abby commented as she watched your daughter run back into the living room. “remember the day she was born and he bought her an entire dollhouse?”

“ah, yes, jerry did have good taste in dollhouses, wasn’t it pink and purple?”

“something like that,” abby nudged your shoulder with hers and kissed your cheek. “which reminds me, dad’s coming over next week, was on about helping me fix the broken sink in the bathroom.”

“may i remind you that you broke it.”

“it was an accident!”

“you rested on the sink, trying to do a push up, or whatever the excuse you used was, and broke it, abby.” you deadpanned and shook your head.

“just too strong, huh?”

“something like that—”

“mommy! peppa pig is on!” your daughter called from the living room, giggles falling from her seconds later.

abby’s eyes light up and quickly clears her throat when she spots you looking at her with a smirk. “what’s the face for? just us watching peppa pig together.”

“strong until it comes to our daughter.”

“It’s hard to say no to her, baby.”

“well you better practice because you’re gonna be the one to tell her that me and you are going on a small vacation next week and that she has to stay with jerry for the weekend.”

“me? babe, you’re kidding right? babe, babe, come back!”

[russo-woso]

Hey, can you write something for the lyrics of The Alchemy-Taylor Swift with Alessia? "There was no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league Where's the trophy? She just comes running over to me

Don’t come to me! || Alessia Russo x reader

Masterlist

Summary you’re the first one Alessia runs to when Arsenal win the FA cup

A/N another short fluffy one

It had been a thrilling four goal match so far.

Manchester City had been in the lead the first forty five minutes, holding a comfortable 2-0 lead over Arsenal.

But during the second half, Arsenal made their comeback.

The scoreline soon became 2-1 with a goal from Frida, then 2-2 thanks to a screamer from Katie - let’s be real, every goal she scores is a screamer.

The 90 minutes ended 2-2 so the game went to extra time.

You sat on the edge of your seat as the clock drew closer and closer to the second final whistle.

“You’re gonna fall off of you move any more.” Luca, your brother in law, joked clearly noticing how far forward you were.

“I’m nervous, I can’t imagine how they must be feeling.” You told him, referring to the girls on the pitch.

“Lessi’s used to it by now.”

“I know. I asked her this morning how she was feeling and she just said it was a normal match - no it is not! It’s the fa cup final! I think I was more nervous than her.”

“She hasn’t always been like that. She used to be so nervous before big matches but as soon as she met you, she knew you were her lucky charm. That’s what she told me anyway. If you’re in the crowd, her nerves go away.” Luca explained, your heart warming at your wife’s past words.

You went to respond but before you could, the crowd started getting rowdy.

You looked in time to see Caitlin pass a perfect ball through to Alessia.

With brute force, Alessia struck the ball, sending it flying to the back of the net.

You jumped up, pride filling you as you watched Alessia get tackled by her teammates.

Alessia quickly found you in the crowd - easily due to her getting you front row tickets by the corner flag.

She swiftly blew you a kiss before jogging back into position for kick off again.

The minutes ticked by and although it was painfully slow, the whistle finally blew.

Arsenal had won.

You watched as the whole team ran to each other, engulfing each other in hugs, but there was one person who wasn’t with the team - alessia.

It wasn’t hard to find her though, her blue eyes being so easy to find - for you anyway.

She had a massive smile on her face as she started jogging towards you.

“Lessi!” You exclaimed as she tackled you into a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

You pulled away from the hug to place your lips on hers.

“You’re my lucky charm.”

“So I’ve heard. Go celebrate with your team, lessi.” You told her but she turned your suggestion down.

“I just want to celebrate with you, love, no one else.”

“They’re getting ready for the trophy, less, go.” You laughed, watching as she cling onto you.

“You’re my trophy. You’re the only one I need.”

“Oh, baby.” You laughed, stroking a hand through her sweat dampened ponytail. “I tell you what, go get your medal and celebrate with your team and then we’ll celebrate properly when we get back home - however you like. Deal?”

“Deal. Try get a nap in at some point because it’s gonna be a long night, pretty girl.”

[storiesoflilies]

warning: nsfw, 18+, mdni.

thinking about toji fushiguro and the way he loves to press warm kisses just behind your ear, his lips trailing slowly to the back of your neck, and all the way down your spine. his arms are caging you in, and his body blankets yours, his heat and weight overwhelming you in the most delicious way possible, because he’s just so fucking big and he’s on top of you and it all just feels so good.

you can try and bury your face deeper into the pillow to try and hide how much you love all this, but toji would see right through you.

because god, he always knows exactly what he’s doing, he always has. nobody else knows you better, after all. nobody else knows what makes you tick, or just how to tease you so much that it makes your skin flush and you forget how to even breathe.

he slides his hand over yours, rough and impossibly warm. “why’r you hiding from me, pretty thing?”

but you can’t say anything at all.

all you can do is let out an exceptionally embarrassing whine.

toji chuckles lowly, and you can feel his lips pull back in a smirk, his breath hot against your lower back. your skin gets all clammy, and you tense up as goosebumps flare up on your arms and legs.

you know that he loves this.

he loves teasing you and riling you up so badly that your practically melting into your wrinkled bedsheets, begging him for more and more, because you feel that you’ll die if you don’t get that sweet release from him right there and then.

toji hums.

“oh, i wonder what my baby wants from me.”

and then his fingers are gliding over the curve of your ass, going round and round in circles, each time getting closer to where you need him the most. you let out a muffled moan, pathetically biting down hard on the pillow. his lips are back behind your ear, biting and nipping at your soft lobe.

toji wants to give everything to you, he wants to give you his all and make you feel all sorts of pleasure.

but he also loves this too.

the power.

“use your words.”

his voice is raspy, cooing at you and making your brain go dumb for everything except him and his touch.

“c’mon, sweetheart.”

he brushes against your sweet spot. it’s such a featherlight touch, but you’re so sensitive and desperate for it that it feels more like a cosmic explosion. stars dance behind your closed lids, and you can’t help but moan again as a searing heat pools to your lower belly. you know toji wants you to beg, he’s waiting for it, but it’s so hard to think and string together words in a coherent sentence when you’re so consumed by him.

but eventually, you will give into him.

because you always do.

“please,” you finally pleaded, broken and breathless and utterly desperate. “toji, please.”

and something in him snaps.

before you can say another word, a calloused palm finds your jaw and tilts your head backwards for him to claim your lips in a hot, needy kiss. a hand roughly slides underneath you, flipping you over before you can even register what’s happening. you let out a gasp, but toji swallows it whole as his lips captures yours again, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing over your tongue.

“you gonna let me take care of you, baby?” he groans between kisses, settling himself more firmly between your legs.

“y-yeah,” you stutter weakly, your lips tingling and probably bruised.

then, you feel it.

his cock.

it’s hard and thick, scorchingly hot as toji begins to grind himself against your needy hole. even now, he just can’t stop teasing you, still wanting you to absolutely fall apart beneath him where you’re all safe and warm. and with every shallow thrust, he slips in just a fraction deeper.

and deeper.

and deeper.

just a little more.

you moan as he finally sinks into you, and it’s absolutely filthy – the way you’re just so full, stretched to your limit, and it’s still mind-blowing every time, no matter how many times he’s had you.

“that’s it,” toji groans, a hint of satisfaction in his all too smug voice.

he gives out a deep, guttural moan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and you can feel every ridge of muscle and power building up behind him. your nails instinctively dig into his bicep, anchoring yourself against something – anything – and toji’s forehead drops down to touch yours. his green eyes bore into you, and at first it’s full of adoration, reverence even. until he grips your thigh, pulling it around his waist, and they turn a shade darker when you let out a broken cry of his name at the new sensation.

“yeah, baby. say my name again. let me hear you.”

and with a snap of his hips, he rolls into you with the most obscene plap! plap! plap! noises filling the room. toji’s pace is relentless as he absolutely drills into you, like he wants to push a part of himself to live inside you forever. you know he’ll do it, he’ll spend all night trying if he has to, determined to leave the both of you in a trembling mess of love and spent ecstasy.

you know that you’re in for a very long night.

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[baby-yongbok]

Catch The Moment - Lee Know x afab!Reader

⤷ Content warning - Themes of pregnancy ⤷ WC - 0.8k ⤷ Summary - You tell Minho something special in the perfect place to capture it. ✧ Masterlist ✧

“It's gonna eat my money.” Minho scoffs as you drag him into the photo booth in the far corner of the busy arcade. 

You smile, rolling your eyes and mulling over the selections on the screen. You choose the decorations for your photos while he watches with a pout.

“Oh will you stop it, Min. It'll be fun, come on! We did this on our first date, remember?” You look into the camera and see that he's looking over at you on the screen.

“Yeah, well, these machines are old now. They never replace them, and -” He hushes when you press the start button. 

Minho lets his argument die on his tongue with a dramatic huff and eye roll that gets you chuckling.

“It's about capturing the moment, baby.” You take his hand in yours, looking over at him with a smile that softens his core a bit.

 “And what moment are we capturing exactly?” He looks down at you with a lopsided grin, his bright brown eyes shining down at you. 

Today’s outing was your idea. A cute date at a nearby cafe and the arcade after, just like your first date. 

“Well…” You trail off, smiling way too wide for him not to find it suspicious. “I have something to tell you.” The booth starts counting down to your first photo after going on its programmed spiel about how it works. 

Minho raises his eyebrows, intrigued. 

The shutter goes off. 

“What?” He looks over at the screen of the booth then back at you. It’s preparing to take the next picture. 

“You know it's taking the pictures right?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

You nod and he looks at you expectantly. The booth starts counting down again and you dip your hand into your jacket pocket and present him with a blue and white pregnancy test. You hold it in your palm, smiling up at him. 

He looks confused for a second, just a second before his eyes widen at the wand in your palm. 

The shutter goes off. 

“Wait.. you're serious? Jagiya, are you serious?” You giggle at him, red at the tips of his ears with sparkling wide brown eyes. You nod and the booth prepares to take the third photo. 

“I'm pregnant.” You announce through a toothy smile. Minho takes the test from you, staring down at the positive result with a sense of wild wonder. An excitement you've never seen him wear before. 

“You're pregnant.” He parrots as the booth counts down to the next photo. He breaks out into a smile, nearly bigger than your own.

The shutter goes off.

“We're pregnant.” You mutter, tears starting to well up in your own bright eyes.

 “How long have you… when did you take this test? What are… you're pregnant.” Minho rambles, his smile fading and reappearing seconds after as he processes the news. 

He settles on giving up on his questions for now. The booth prepares to take its final picture and Minho looks up at you. He doesn't speak. He can barely breathe with the pressure of shock and excitement multiplying in his chest every couple of seconds. 

His emotions are a mess but one thing is clear to him. One thing floats to the top of everything else and pushes him closer to you in the booth. The test is in his lap, his hands cup your cheeks and the booth counts down. 

“I love you.” He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours. A tear falls from your eye as some brim at his waterline. 

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. You both can't help but to smile into it. 

The shutter goes off. 

“I love you so much. I can't believe this.” He mutters against your lips, kissing you again, a bit longer this time to hide the fall of his own tears.

The booth prints the pictures, ejecting them into the printer slot and Minho pulls away reluctantly to retrieve them.

You look over them together, smiling at the way it captured his reaction to the news perfectly. 

“You’re a sneaky little thing.” He smiles over at you. “You planned this. This is why you wanted to go out today, isn't it?” 

“Guilty.” You chuckle, wiping your eyes. Minho looks back into his lap and picks up the test.

“Let's do it again.” He takes out another five dollar bill and pops it into the machine. “Tell me all over again.”

“What happened to it eating your money?” You tease, quickly selecting the photo customizations again.

 Minho turns to you, moving the first print of photos out of sight. “I don't care about that.” You chuckle at his change of heart. The sparkle in his eyes gleams bright in the lights of the booth. 

He cups your cheeks again, “I want to relive that. Tell me again.”

The booth starts up and you smile up at him. “Tell me.” He doesn't try to hide the tears threatening to spill over this time. He keeps his eyes on yours, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

The booth counts down.

“I'm pregnant.” A tear falls. 

“Again” He mumbles and your own tears start to fall.

“We're gonna be parents.” You smile and he kisses you. Soft as a feather and full of love. 

The shutter goes off. 

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[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Baby come home | Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: He wants you at his home. Where you belong.

Warnings: Manipulation - Toxic!Relationship - Possessive!Salesman - Stalker!Salesman - Suggestive -

He wants you by his side the moment he has his eyes on you for the very first time. Did he hear weeding bells ? No that was probably a part of him that was dead long time ago.

But did he want to possess you in every way? Heart ? Soul ? Body ? Yes. He wanted that and more. Be the one who brings you joy, who makes your world, you only need him in that. Just you and him together, no one else.

But he has to play good. He is good with words, he is a natural manipulador, he is good looking, he knows how to flirt, how to move. He knows how to get anyone on his bed and even make them do things they would never do if asked by other person.

But he is not anyone. And you are not a body he wants to use and leave behind.

No. Thats why he changes is game play. He is softer, little touches, dates, random texts, gifts, whatever a good boyfriend does to get his gilfriend happy.

And you are, after all he got a good list of your information. He knows your work hours, likes, dislikes, he is a second shadow in your life. You just dont know it.

At first its a casual meeting at the coffee shop you usually go. He catches your eye as a drinks and looks down over a book.

The same book you are currently reading.

Its fate? No, he knows you love books and got the information that you were reading this one at the time. Its a good thing to set common ground. A way of connect with you.

Its lovely how you fall for him. He sees it on how you act around him. At first you are just atracted to him by how he looks. But its the little acts he does, likes sharing his umbrella with you, paying for your drinks, walking you home when its too dark, opening the door for you, kissing your cheeck and letting his hand there like he is waiting for you to jump at him.

Its a pull he does, waits for you to give in to him. When you two are official things move well. The next step its to live together. He wants that so badly, after having you for one weekend he realizes how his home really feels like one when you are present. Besides it would save you money and time. But he can see how you seem not ready for it.

He gets it. Living alone does give you a sense of freedoom, but he cant let you have that. No when your company makes him feel so good. And he can compensate you, once you move in with him you will forget what living alone felt like. You will love him so much and crave for him so much...

You just need a push. Maybe getting some nasty neighbors would do the trick ? He gets the worse couple to move right next to your aparment. You never see them but fuck do you hear them all the time. Your sleep hours start to deteriorate so much.

The Salesman does not take vengeance on them (yet) because he is the one who sent them and also, he gets you to stay at his home more often. Being able to wrap his arms around you at night and see you on mornings.

Yes he will punish them later. For now they can live.

But its not enough. He should have know better. After all you have been facing life alone for quiet some time.

Raising the price for the aparment you are paying ? That does seem to do the trick. Everytime you two meet you look so stressed but you refuse to accept his money.

"I cant ask you for that. Its my problem to deal with" You said giving him back the wones he had offer you earlier. "Besides you let me stay at your aparment enough...and you dont even let me clean afterwards, im taking too much from you"

Oh love of his life! You can take all from him. And its not enough how many days and nights you stay. Not till it becomes a forever.

He now knows he must make things...worse. It will hurt you, but he is going to be there for you. With open arms and your favorite flowers, ready to bring back up yourself and pull the pieces together once again.

Thats why he needs you to get fired from your job. It does breaks him when you call him crying over it. How it was your dream job and how someone blamed you for a mistake you did not made and now you were jobless.

It just needs time till you cant afford rent any longer. And the shame of returning with your parents its too much. Besides he has whisper in your ear multiple times how good it would be to live together. How you could decorate his house (after a small comment on how plain it looked), how you two would be able to see each other more (not that you need to know he has hacked your phone and knows where you are 24/7) and how much money and time it would save you (He already has a company who wants to hire you...at least till he convinces you to stop working all along).

He is in heaven when you finally move in. Most of your old forniture was sold since he said he did not have space for it. But in reality he wants you to pick new one. Maybe he can help with it even if he was never good at decorating.

The sight of his wardrobe with now your clothes besides his ones makes his heart beat fast. Its criminal how many times he has smell them when you are not home, almost falling asleep with one of them as he imagines the future weeding you two will have.

You two now have matching cups for the morning coffee, something he does find a bit cheesy but he also likes it. Specially when he comes out from the shower and sees them together alongside some toasts.

It feels right, it feels good. He knows he does not deserve it but he was never fair to start with.

"Here Love you should pick a new color for our bedroom" He gives you his phone so you can look over the different colors

"But...I thought you liked how it was?"

"I believe my life its too grey already. A bit of color wont hurt. And its yours too, its natural you get to pick at least that"

Him going to the most expensive stores to check for a new bed, couch and more. He wonders if he should ask you or keep it as a suprise.

Him not letting you go on mornings and making you late (no that your Boss would ever say a thing if he values his life). He cant just let you go off from the bed, your smell and heat are his favorite things. And if he feels like he needs to give you a remind on who you belong to....

Well its a funny sight seeing you go to work walking funny. And with more makeup to cover up the different love bites.

If he feels mean he is going to Force you to keep his cum inside you for the rest of the day. And he just knows when you let some get out. Too bad he will have to fill you up again.

He cant wait to make you his wife. He already has you living with him. Your old aparment was now a memory. You had said to him how much you did prefer living with him, his aparment was bigger, neighbors that were not loud and him.

He admits his heart did skip a beat when you told him how happy you were when being with him and knowing that you would always see him at the end of the day.

Oh, of course you would. From now and for the rest of your life.

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Him seeing where you live and thinking how much better you deserve

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — jungwon + f!reader

WARNINGS — exhibitionism, fingering, oral (f. rec), pet names, cum eating, he’s lowkey rough and a bit mean, just more kink talking.

WORDCOUNT — 0.6K

NOTE — finally finished writing the kinks series for all members >< i hope this is up to your standards, special meal for my moot ! lmk if i need to add anything to warnings <3

Jungwon knows you love his hands, and he uses that to his advantage—whether it’s caressing your thighs under the table, gripping your waist or hips, or having them buried deep inside you, completely covered in your arousal.

“Yeah, that’s it… cum all over my fingers, angel,” he murmured, not minding how your hands gripped his wrists tightly, as he curled his fingers just right inside you.

He doesn’t care whether you’re in the privacy of your home or out in public. If there’s an opportunity to have you, he’ll take it—even if it means teasing you under the table, calm as ever, while his fingers push you closer to the edge with people nearby.

“Oh, she’s not feeling well at the moment. Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled,” he said with an innocent smile to concerned staff members. The second they left, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “You’re drenched, pretty. Do you want them to know how much of a mess you are for my fingers?” He pushed your panties aside and slid a finger inside, making you yelp softly.

Jungwon most definitely has an edging kink or some form of orgasm control. There’s something about the way he teases the fuck out of you, bringing you so close with his fingers only to stop at the last second, just to see your lips tremble and tears well up in your eyes.

“Aww, are you close?” he asked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. Just when you thought you were about to fall over the edge, he pulled his fingers away, leaving you a whining mess.

“Shh, be a good girl,” he whispered, pressing his palm firmly against your soaked pussy before teasing your entrance again, curling his fingers fast and deep, coaxing more of your juices out with ruined orgasms.

He’s mean like that—making you work for him. He loves watching you desperately grind against his thigh, completely bare while he stays fully clothed, your wetness soaking his pants.

“Come on, work for it, baby. Maybe then I’ll reward you,” he cooed, gently tucking a strand of hair out of your face. His gaze drifted down to your hips moving desperately against him. “So pretty.”

He may not be the strongest in the group, but he’s strong enough to manhandle you into any position he pleases—especially when he pins your wrists behind your back as he pounds into you mercilessly, leaving you no choice but to take it.

“Stop squirming and take it, baby,” he growled, his grip firm on your wrists as his hips moved harder and faster. “Pretty little pussy taking me so well,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your back as you melted under him.

He likes doing quickies. The type to drag you into a small, quiet room, push you to your knees, and have you suck him off before heading back to work like nothing happened. He’s busy, after all, and the least you could do is be a good girl and take care of him, right?

“Quiet,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding as he hastily undid his belt and pants. With one firm motion, he pushed you down onto your knees, his cock already hard and finding its place in your mouth. “Take it, baby, I gotta be quick… please,” he muttered, gripping your hair tightly as he thrust into your mouth. His movements were fast and rough, his release hot and thick as it spilled deep down your throat.

But he’s also a jealous little shit who doesn’t care if you have somewhere to be—he’ll make sure you’re marked up and completely claimed before letting you leave. His bites, kisses, and possessive touch ensure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

“Can that guy fuck you this good, baby?” he growled, slamming into you with such intensity that your moans came out broken and desperate, your nails digging into his arms for support. “All mine,” he whispered darkly, his teeth sinking into your neck, leaving yet another mark as proof of his ownership.

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[monogamia]

hiii! i loved the piece you wrote about caleb, sylus, and xavier’s reaction to their kid telling their mom to shut up. i was wondering if i could request a part 2 with zayne and rafayel?

i hope you’re well and stay hydrated!

੭⠀A LITTLE PRANK.

⋆⠀AUTHOR'S NOTES: I made this part a little longer than I intended, but I hope you like it. <3

⋆⠀FEATURING: Rafayel, Zayne.

⋆⠀WARNINGS: English is not my first language, so it may contain some mistakes.

𝜗ৎ ⠀⠀RAFAYEL

That afternoon, your house was bathed in an unusual calm, almost total silence, if not for the soft giggles coming from your youngest daughter as she played with her father. Rafayel was sitting on the floor, holding her tiny hands, dipping them into paint, and letting her clap them onto a piece of paper already grayish from so many colors blending together.

You watched the scene with a smile on your face, until your eldest son walked into the room, wearing that mischievous look you knew all too well. You swore his playful nature was inherited from his father—and the older he got, the worse it became. He wasn’t disobedient or rebellious, but he had recently developed a habit of testing boundaries, especially with his dad. This time, he had even convinced you to play along with one of his ridiculous ideas.

He flopped onto the couch, yawning. You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “You should take a shower before sprawling all over the furniture after your outings.”

Rafayel glanced over at the two of you, opening his mouth to say something, but your son spoke first. “Shut up—”

He didn’t even finish the sentence, falling silent when a high-pitched gasp escaped his father’s lips. Even your daughter looked up, slightly startled. Rafayel stood up, holding her in one arm, while his free hand pointed at the teenager. “Are you trying to get disowned!?”

While your son stood there completely speechless, you had one hand over your mouth, laughing. “Dad—”

“What are you, a caveman, to act like that?” Rafayel asked, his voice dripping with exaggerated disdain. The baby in his arm burst into laughter, clapping her hands and then rubbing one of them on his cheek, leaving a blue smudge behind.

”… It was a prank,” the boy explained, already embarrassed by how far his father was taking it.

Rafayel narrowed his eyes. “Oh, a prank? How wonderful, we’ve got a comedian in the family.” He gestured dramatically with his free hand. “Apologize to your mother. Now.”

Your son sighed, sinking further into the couch with a groan. “Mom…!” he grumbled, clearly hoping you’d tell him to shut up.

𝜗ৎ ⠀⠀ZAYNE

Your son was never a stubborn or messy child, at least not when he was younger. Whether it was adolescence or simply him picking up traits from his parents, the fact was that he had developed a habit of annoying his father. Not with any bad intentions—just a pure, innocent desire to disrupt the poor man’s peace. And this time, he had even managed to convince you to join him.

Zayne was in the living room, reading a book, and beside him, your son was doing the same. You entered the room to remind your son to tidy up his room, though you had already forgotten about the plan the two of you had cooked up. “So, when do you plan on making your room livable again?” you asked, glancing at your son.

Without even looking up from the book, he replied, “Shut up, mom.”

You pulled a genuinely surprised expression, as your boy had never spoken to you like that before. Sensing your disbelief, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow. And that’s when you remembered, letting out a sigh.

The book was suddenly plucked from his hands, and he could swear the atmosphere in the room had grown a little colder.

“Would you like to repeat that?” Zayne asked, his gaze locked on his son. The boy gave an awkward laugh and swallowed hard, already regretting the idea. “I think you should reconsider your actions… While you’re tidying up your room.”

Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at you, almost pleading for your intervention, but decided to obey instead, leaving you with the unpleasant task of explaining it had all been… a “joke”.

You sat down beside Zayne on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder. “He was just trying to get on your nerves again.”

“I suspected as much, but your surprised expression threw me off,” Zayne said, pinching your cheek lightly. “I believe next time he’ll choose a prank that doesn’t test my patience like that.” His lips curved into a faint smile.

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGELBEARRRR!!! IM GLAD YOU’RE FEELING BETTER MY BABY 🤎🤎🤎 i’ve had this thought floating around in my head for months but i can’t be arsed to write it so it’s yours now 🤭

imagine sleeping over at sevika’s place (probably before you move in together) and it’s getting late so she’s like “alright… well… lemme go get my jammies on…” and she comes back wearing FULL bear pjs, like she has a sleep shirt with a bear on it, bear pants, a bear ears headband to keep her hair out of her face, those ugly bear slippers, and she’s holding a teddy bear or two… and you just take a second to realize that THIS is the scary lady of zaun….

hehehehe i love youuuuuu

ENNABEAR I PASSED OUT FROM CUTENESS OVERLOAD OH MY GOD also this reminds me of some fantastic @dykesevika fanart that i will reblog so u guys can soak up the bear sevika vision. ooh ooh also shoutout to @fyeahnix as always for creating the adorable, perfect nickname for sev: sevi-bear. EEEEK

men and minors dni

you and sevika have been dating for about half a year now. you've spent the night at both your places, but those have always been sleepovers after sex, rushed and unplanned.

tonight, for the first time, you're having a sleepover. sure, you might end up having sex at some point, but that's not the point of tonight. the point of tonight is for you and sevika to just spend the evening together, giggling and gossiping and watching movies.

sevika ordered pizza, you built a nice little nest on her couch, and you've been each other's arms since then.

"where're you going?" you pout as your girlfriend tries to escape your arms. she chuckles.

"i wanna get my jammies on before the food gets here. you look so cozy in yours." she whines. you chuckle and shoo her away.

"fine, but hurry. i'm cold without you.

sevika grins and darts to her bedroom. you're curious to know what her jammies are-- she's only slept in boxers and socks beside you.

you're expecting her to wear a t-shirt and flannel bottoms, or something simple like that.

you certainly aren't expecting the full-body bear onsie, with a hoodie included, two little brown ears popping up on her head. her feet have little cloth claws embroidered into them. you almost pass out.

"oh. my. god."

"what?" sevika asks, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest, grumpily.

"sevika. did you buy that for me?" you ask.

sevika huffs and rolls her eyes. "no, these are my winter jammies."

you finally let out the squeal that's been bubbling up inside you, falling onto your back to kick your legs. sevika glares at you the entire time. you pull a pillow to your face to muffle your squeal.

eventually, sevika storms over and pulls the pillow away from your mouth. "don't suffocate yourself, jackass."

"sevika, this is the cutest fucking thing i've ever seen in my entire fucking life! you coo, pulling her down to rest on top of you. sevika grunts. you just giggle.

"they're... cozy." she tries to defend. you cackle.

"i'm sure they are, sevi-bear."

sevika groans at her new nickname. you pull her hood back so you can plant a wet smooch on her forehead.

"bears are my favorite animal, y'know." she pouts. you nod, your excited smile not fading in the slightest at the new information.

"any specific species?" you ask.

it's the right question. sevika perks up in your arms, and her embarrassment melts as a sparkle glimmers in her eye. "y'know there's only eight species of bear in the world?" she asks with wonder. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"no way, there's gotta be more."

"no! polar bear, brown bear, american black bear, asian black bear, sun bear, panda bear, and andean bear. that's it."

"what about koala?" you ask. sevika snorts and bites your neck. you cackle. "so, which one is your favorite?" you ask, nudging her butt with your heel. your heart does a somersault when you feel a plush little tail sewn on the back of her jammies.

"brown bear. obviously." she huffs, gesturing at herself.

"obviously." you giggle, kissing her. "and which one am i?" you ask.

sevika studies you for a second before speaking with a mischevious smirk. "panda."

you giggle. "why panda?"

"'cause they're useless on their own in the wild."

you gasp and kick her harder. sevika bursts into giggles. "i'm not useless!"

"well, you're not exactly brown-bear-ferocious."

"oh please. brown bears hibernate through winter and eat honey and salmon in the summer. deep down you just wanna be spoiled."

sevika sputters and glares at you, but before she can argue further, the doorbell rings with your pizza.

you giggle as you watch her shoulders fly up to her ears. "will you get it?" she asks meekly-- not wanting to be seen by a stranger in her cute pajamas.

you giggle and kiss her nose. "'course i will, sevi-bear."

you roll your eyes as you turn to answer the door. ferocious brown bear my ass. she's more like a teddy bear.

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[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x wife!reader

Summary: A dangerous mission puts James's life at risk. You're consumed by worry and fear as you wait for news of what happened to your husband.

Genre: Angst (happy ending)

Warnings: reader and James have a newborn baby (named Harry), mentions of death, murder, blood, violence,

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

The clock reads midnight and still no one has heard from any of them.

You're sitting on the couch, your head in your hands. Lily crouches by your legs, her delicate hands resting on your knee as she rubs soothing circles around them, attempting to match your breathing so she can help you.

Naturally, you have taken this the hardest. 

"They'll be alright," Lily whispers as if she can promise you that all will be okay, but her voice is distant.

The only person you can hear is him. His voice rings in your mind, the way he sounds when he says your name, when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

You can feel his hand in yours, the way his lips brushed your cheek, and the only thing you imagine when you look up is the front door opening wide and seeing him walk in, with only a few superficial scratches. 

But the door doesn't move and instead, the room is silent. 

It's been hours. It was supposed to be quick. That's what James had said when he kissed your head and said you he loved you. He hadn't even said goodbye to the baby.

"It's an easy mission, nothing dangerous—they're probably lost, you know how Sirius is," Marlene says from her side of the room as if that makes any of this better. 

"You don't know that," you snap and stand up, pacing the room. You look at your friends, their solemn faces only making this worse. You can't stand their sadness, or even worse their pity. "Just—leave me alone—" your voice comes out hoarse, running up the creaky wooden stairs of you and James's little home in Godric's Hollow.

You hold your breath, turning the corner into the nursery where baby Harry should be sleeping soundly; unaware that his father isn't home. 

It's as it should be, you reminded yourself, gently creeping inside. He is just a baby. He shouldn't worry. You'll make sure he never had to worry. You lean over the crib, picking your son up into your arms. He's all bundled up so the movement doesn't wake him. 

"Oh, James," you mutter, feeling the warm tears fall but you hold them in for Harry's sake. This wasn't normal. Something felt wrong. "Where are you?" you ask into the darkness of the room, a line of moonlight from outside gently shines onto Harry's sleeping face.

You've always found it fascinating how much he can look like his father at only one years old and you wonder if that will carry on into his childhood. 

"He looks like a wrinkled pickle," James had said the day of Harry's birth, his arm wrapped around you as you leaned your sweaty head on his bicep, breathing deeply from exhaustion. Your husband had somehow managed to squeeze himself onto the small hospital cot, his hip pressed against yours as he glanced down at the infant pressed against your bare chest. "Ugly little pickle," he muttered, the lovesick smile on his face betraying his true opinion. 

"James," you'd scolded weakly. You're much too exhausted to look up as you keep your baby pressed against your bare breasts, calming him with your breathing.   

"You're beautiful, my love," James said, kissing your hairline. "You did so well. So brave and strong."

You laughed, his voice soothing you. 

"I just know our little pickle is gonna grow up just as handsome as his dad, ain't that right, bud?" James had teased, talking to the infant as if he could hear him. You rolled your eyes, simply letting the warmth of the two boys you loved the most lull you to sleep. 

Harry suddenly begins to stir, his little eyes blinking open and you instantly rock him. "Shh, baby, go back to sleep," you whisper, feeling horrible for waking him up. 

Harry doesn't cry. He looks at you in the darkness. He blinks a few times and then as if on cue, begins to wail. It's as if he can sense your sadness and all he can do with the emotion is cry. You feel horrible, sliding against the crib as you sit up, holding Harry up, as you rock him a little harder. 

"Oh, please, honey," you plead, holding him against your knees as you touch the little tufts of curly hair on his little forehead. You hope none of your friends hear him and give them a reason to check on you. "Please, my lovely, sleep. It's okay. Daddy will be home soon, okay?" 

You say it mostly to calm yourself down, knowing that it will in turn calm your son. You breathe, holding in more tears as you think of James. Where is he? You press a kiss on Harry's head once his cries have ceased.

You aren't sure how much time has passed as you sit on the floor, your eyes tired from crying as your baby sleeps soundly in your arms. The sounds of your friends have drowned into the background. You're having the most horrible dream as you drift to sleep, having cried exhaustion into your body. 

James is gone. He's gone and you can't reach him. 

You shift, your body unconsciously keeping Harry in your arms as your mind plagues you with horrible images. You can almost feel James's palm on your hand, his breath on your skin as he calls your name. 

But he's gone. He's dead.

"My darling," his voice rings in your ears, hoarse and broken. "Wake up." James's calloused fingers touch your cheek, a wetness you don't recognize seeping into your skin and your eyes widen. You're met with James's piercing brown eyes and he forces a strained smile. 

"Hi," he whispers.

Without thinking, you sit up through your haze and almost let Harry slip from your arms. Luckily, James scoots closer, trapping you in between his legs as he holds Harry to his chest, supporting your arms too. Harry wakes up again, his sleep schedule severely messed up as he begins to cry again and your heart breaks. 

"Hi pickle," James whispers, careful only to touch the outside of Harry's blanket with his bloodied hands. You blink, staring at the awful state your husband is in, which even in the moonlight you can tell he's covered in ash and blood, his face littered insuperficial cuts and bruises— still, he's alive. 

"James—" you whimper, touching his cheek gently. "What happened? Where were you? I was worried sick—" You squirm out of his legs and stand, taking Harry from him as you look for your son's favorite pacifier.

Once you've found it, you place it in Harry's mouth and set him back in his crib to fall asleep. You turn, grabbing your wand, and enchanting his crib mobile. Harry seems calmer now and you take James's wrist gently, pulling him out into the hallway. 

You'd already disturbed your poor baby enough.

After closing the nursery door, you turn the light on, placing your wand in the back pocket of your jeans as you look him over. His shirt is bloodied and there's a gash, but the wound has been healed. "Remus healed me. We were ambushed—we barely got away and I- they had to heal me before we came home. I wouldn't let him take me home to you in the state I was in," James says. 

Tears brim in your eyes. 

"But, I'm okay now," he says and lifts his hand as if he wants to hold your cheek but he doesn't since there is still dried blood on his hands. Instead, he smiles at you. "I'm sorry you were so worried. Lily told me you were inconsolable."

You scoff, sniffling as you wrap your arms around his chest. You inhale his scent, holding in more sobs as relief overtakes you. "Of course I was worried, you fool," you pause and sniffle, "I was scared you'd never come home."

James wraps his arms around you. "I will always come home to you and Harry. Always, okay?" 

You nod, resting your ear against your chest as you hold him. He sighs and rests his chin on your head, rubbing your back. "I'm gonna take a shower and you should go to bed, I'll tell you everything in the morning, okay?" 

You shake your head, holding him tighter. You just want to be close to him. You don't want to let him out of your sight.

James can tell and he kisses your head. "Okay, okay, my love. I'm not going anywhere," he says in a whisper and he sighs, "I never want to be away from you again."

[mrsnishimuraaa]

rearranged

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE: smut

it started with a shopping trip , grabbing a few light snacks and browsing around various shops and random stores, heeseung is lazily draping his tall frame over your shoulder, hand rubbing circles around your waist as you scan the rack infront of you for anything that interests you.

his hand always placed on your waist when your walking , his hand moving with the sway of your hips as you walk around together, heeseung would occasionally scan around making sure no one is near before he rubs his palm over your ass every now and then, you look over your shoulder and look up at him with a not so threatening glare causing him to just chuckle at you, slapping your ass lightly “heeseung! we are in public” you softly push his chest, but the way you cross your legs over betrays you in your lie.

and of course heeseung catches onto that, he knows you and your body language so well but he dosent call you out on it just yet, his teasing actions continue on for the duration of your outing, rubbing your ass, slipping his hands up under your skirt , the list goes on.

and that’s how you find yourself here, bent over the sink counter in a public bathroom, skirt lifted up over your ass as heeseung plunges balls deep into you, his hand over your mouth silencing the needy moans and whines as you get your guts rearranged.

“shut up baby, don’t want anyone to hear you hm” he whispers into your ear, the thought of someone hearing you two getting it on in the bathroom sends a rush through your body, and a wave of arousal straight onto heeseungs dick, that dosent go unnoticed by him.

“so dirty” he smirks as he pushes himself impossibly deeper into your pussy, you jerk forward a sharp gasp falling out of your mouth as your eyebrows furrow, the feeling of heeseung so deeply in your pussy has your mind absolutely spinning. he continues to thrust into you, stroking deeply as his tip hits your g spot repeatedly without fault, your so drunk on his cock and the feeling of him abusing your cervix.

you push your hips back against his, so horny and needing more, “your so needy baby” he says between thrusts, fucking you into the counter harder as your gasps barely fall past your lips now, so fucked out. “oh don’t stop!” you plead, gripping the counter as the feeling of your orgasam starts to build up against you.

“yeah you gonna cum?” he teases you , he knows you love the way he dirty talks you “gonna make a mess on this dick?” rubbing his palm over your ass with a slap. groaning at the way your walls clench around his dick, he throws his head back as he grips your hips, before biting his lip and looking down at the way your ass recoils with every thrust he feeds you. your moans growing higher as he strokes deep in you “shit i’m gonna cum” he’s gripping your hips even harder now “gonna fill this pussy up” he breathes out, you nod, too fucked out to even make up a sentence.

in seconds your orgasam hits you like a fucking train, almost screaming out his name as the knot in your stomach snaps, a string of moans and whines being drawn out of you as he fucks you through your orgasam, and then a final deep thrust that makes you fall forward as hot cum spurts inside of you “yeah just like that” his hips falter slightly “good girl you take it so well” he takes a moment to catch his breath as he pulls out and turns you around , placing a hand on your waist to support you as he fixes your skirt and hair up. doing up the zipper and button on his pants afterwards before placing a kiss on your forehead with a light ‘i love you’ and hoping the two of you can get away with this.

[sweetcherriexs]

oh yeah?; b.e.

smut...

the backstage area was dimly lit, the faint hum of the staff’s chatter muffled by the ones backstage with you. billie stood just out of view, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of the lights. she wore a tight black skirt that hugged her curves and knee-high black socks with a pair of pretty shoes that gleamed under the lights. every movement seemed deliberate, every step a performance in itself. She adjusted her mic, her fingers brushing against her lips as she whispered something to herself, her confidence radiating even in the shadows.

you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a growing heat pooling low in your stomach. your eyes were tracing the curve of her hips, the way her skirt clung to her like a second skin. but tonight, there was something more. something electric in the air, a tension that made your breath catch in your throat. sure, you've been dating a while, and it has been amazing, but... this feeling was different. hot, and red, and it felt like you'd bleed from the inside out if you didn't get your hands on her soon.

the final notes of her last song rang out, and billie turned, her smirk catching the light as she walked backstage, her shoes clicking against the floor. she spotted you immediately, her eyes narrowing slightly, that same smirk tugging at her lips. she knows, you realized. she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Hey, pretty girl” she said, her voice low, but carrying that teasing edge you’d come to know so well. “enjoy the show?”

you swallowed hard, your tongue suddenly heavy in your mouth. “you were incredible,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

billie stepped closer, her body mere inches from yours. she tilted her head, her hair falling over one shoulder as she regarded you with that same predatory gaze. “mmm, i know. thanks, baby.” she grinned, an almost innocent act as she tilted her head.

your heart raced, your hands twitching at your sides. you wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against yours, but you knew better than to make the first move. not with billie. she was always in control, always dictating the pace.

“please,” you breathed, your voice trembling. your heart beat faster as you looked into her blue eyes, so seductive and full of lust that it made your knees wobble “can we go to the dressing room?”

billie licked her lips, sucking her teeth as she clasped her hands together behind her back. "oh, why should we?" she asked, a coy tone to her voice as she looked you up and down. "got something on your mind, my love?"

you gulped, the saliva hot and heavy as it trickled down your throat and the water in the pit of your stomach grew. "you-... you could say" you nodded, licking your dry lips.

billie hummed, looking behind her as the crew packed up and her brother conversed with their drummer. everyone so unsuspecting.

billie’s smirk widened, and she nodded, turning on her heel and leading the way without another word. you followed, your eyes fixed on the sway of her hips, the way these socks hugged her calves, the way she carried herself with an effortless confidence that made your knees weak.

the dressing room was small but private, the door clicking shut behind you. billie turned to face you, her arms crossed as she leaned back against the vanity. “okay, baby. tell me”

you stepped closer, your hands trembling as you reached for her. “I- i... i want you” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It-.. I want to touch you–... please, bils, I-...I can’t take it anymore.”

billie’s eyes darkened, her smirk softening into something more genuine, more predatory. “Oh, yeah?” she purred, stelling closer to you and grabbing your hips. “and what do you plan to do about it?”

your own hands moved to her waist, your fingers itching to feel her skin. “let me,” you begged, your voice thick with desire. “let me touch you.”

billie tilted her head, considering your request for a moment before nodding. “go ahead,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “but we're on limited time here, pretty. for once in your life, dont take your time.”

her words didn't phase you, only thing that reach your ears was the "go ahead" and you were doing so in a second. your fingers fumbled with the zipper of her skirt, your heart pounding as you pulled it down and let it fall to the floor. beneath, she wore nothing but a pair of lace panties, and your breath hitched at the sight. so perfect, you thought, your hands trembling as they moved to her hips.

but before you could do anything more, billie’s hands were on your shoulders, pushing you back. you stumbled, your legs hitting the edge of the couch, and you fell back onto the cushions. billie straddled your thigh, her shoes still on, her weight pressing down in a way that made your breath catch.

“you really thought you were in control, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “pretty girl. you should know by now—I’m always in charge.”

your hands gripped the couch cushions as she started to move, her hips grinding against your thigh with a slow, deliberate rhythm. her shoes dug into the couch, the leather squeaking softly as she rode you, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“you like this, don’t you?” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “watching me take what I want from you. watching me come undone.” She chuckled lowly, leaning down to press her lips to your neck, breathing heavily as she made her way up to your ear, sucking on the skin below.

you nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “yes,” you managed, your voice trembling. “God, yes.”

billie stopped, pulling back as she quickly got rid of her panties. the sight of her glistening pussy made your own throb with need, hips almost bucking at the sight as you fumbled with your pants, pushing them down before she straddled your thigh once more, one hand on your throat, making your breath catch again.

"be a good girl, hm? just stay like this for now" she purred, hips moving in mild motions as small gasps left her lips. her clit rubbed deliciously against the skin of your thigh and it made her mind reel with pleasure. "maybe... you'll get a reward and I'll fuck your pretty little pussy when we get home" she panted out, her tattooed hand squeezing your throat, making your own eyes roll back.

billie’s movements grew more frantic, her hips rolling against yours with a desperate urgency. her breath hitched, her fingers digging into your skin as she rode you, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overtook her.

“that’s it,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “just let me take it. let me have it.” her breathing grew urgent and you knew she was so so close, chanting your name under her breath as her other hand gripped your side, lips coming down to crash against yours. her hips glided against your thigh, painting the flesh with her arousal and the feeling alone almost made you cum on the spot. you own breathing was uneven, eyes opening when she pulled back and threw her head back in complete bliss, whimpers leaving her lips.

she came with a soft cry, her body shuddering as she collapsed against you, her breath hot against your neck. you held her, your hands trembling as they moved to her back, your own desire burning white-hot beneath the surface.

but before you could catch your breath, she was moving again, her hips grinding against your thigh with a renewed intensity. “again,” she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. “make me come again.” her words sent a shiver down your spine and you breathed out shakily, resisting the urge to clench your thighs together. to finally get some friction.

you nodded, your hands moving to her hips as you guided her movements, your own desire building with every roll of her hips. her breath hitched, her body trembling as she rode you, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. her hand left your throat, two of her fingers prodding against your lips and invading your mouth, pushing down your throat as your eyes locked with hers, hands still guiding her hips as they shuddered and her body shook with desire. "good girl, such a good girl for me, baby" she moaned out, watching as tears filled your eyes. "fuck fuck, yes. make me come again, princess. shit-" she gasped out, squeezing her eyes shut, mouth hanging open. in the simple span of a second she was coming again, crying out as she rode out her high and pulled her fingers out of your mouth. her hips stilled and she caught her breath while you looked up at her with round eyes.

"you did so good" she panted and kissed the corner of your lips. "don't worry, your reward is coming soon..." she mumbled and pulled back with a smile "as well as you" she smirked and your cheeks flushed at her words.

to be continued...? if you guys want

[crimsonnsstuff]

Hi!! Wondering if you can do when thanos is fucking shy reader and then reader starts crying during the FUCKING, after that make thanos cum on readers face and he just goes to his own bed like nothing happened BTW LOVE YOUR STORY'S + HCS!!🤗 *IM SORRY IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND KMS*

The lights had just gone out in the dormitory, and you lay in your bed, nervous and shy as always. Your heart thumped with anxiety each night, but tonight felt different. The room was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant footsteps of the guards patrolling the hallways.

You were about to drift off when you felt the mattress dip. Your eyes shot open in panic. There, looming over you in the dim light, was Thanos, the ruthless overseer from Squid Game. His presence was intimidating, his eyes glinting with an unreadable expression.

"Don't make a sound," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. You couldn't speak even if you wanted to; your voice was caught in your throat.

With a predatory grace, Thanos moved closer, his large hand gently but firmly guiding you to lie back down. Your shyness made you tremble under his touch, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fear.

He didn't say much more. His actions spoke for him. With a swift motion, he undid his pants, and before you could react, he was on you, his movements urgent, selfish. You closed your eyes, too overwhelmed to watch, feeling his heavy breaths near your ear.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them gently. He sits in between them and eagerly undresses you. He slowly enters you, making you gasp. He starts to thrust slowly, then speeds up. You whine, gripping onto the sheets.

He throws a hand over your mouth, shushing you. “Shut up..” he mutters, speeding up. He was so deep that you were choking. “What’s wrong baby?” He asks mockingly, removing his hand so you could speak. “Too deep..!” You choke out. “Aw, what a shame.” He says, going even deeper.

You whine and paw at his chest, wanting his shirt off. “Oh, you want my shirt off?” He asks. You nod. “Too bad.”

You bring your hands up to cover your face, embarrassed. He smirks, reaching up and prong them away. “Daddy wants to see..” he mutters, leaning foward and sloppily kissing your neck.

You whine and a tear falls down your cheek from how sensitive your poor little pussy was. He pulls back. He almost cums just from your face, all puffy and red, all because of him. He was getting off on your tears. He leans down and licks a tear away. “Mm,” he groans at the salty taste.

He pulls out of you, crawling over you and straddling your chest. One hand strokes himself over his face, and the other goes to your jaw, forcing it open. “Say ‘ah’” you stick your tongue out, “ahh..”

Then, all too suddenly, you felt the warm, sticky sensation on your face, his release marking you in the dark. You gasped softly, your shyness reaching new heights, mortified and yet oddly exhilarated by the forbidden thrill.

Without a word, Thanos straightened up, his presence as commanding in retreat as it was in approach. He left your bed as quietly as he had come, disappearing into the shadows like nothing had happened, leaving you to deal with the aftermath in the dark, your heart racing and your mind a whirlwind of confusion and arousal.

As you lay there, the reality of what had just occurred sank in, your shyness now mixed with a strange sense of being claimed, even if just for those fleeting moments in the night.

[oceandelreysworld]

Hard times

Homophobic parents, vi comforts reader. Fluff(Angust to) a/u. Vi x reader.

You never thought you'd end up crying in the rain at Vi's doorsteps, but here you are. Kicked out of your house because your parents found out that you have a girlfriend...

You knocked at her door, not even 10 seconds later, she opened the door with wide eyes as you rushed into her arms.

"Hey hey hey, y/n what's wrong?" Vi asked while she rubbed your back, bringing you inside, closing the door. You started sobbing into her arms, and all she could do was stand there and wait for you to answer. As you picked your head up off her shoulder, she cupped your face as your eyes drifted off from her face. You couldn't look at her.

"They..they found out. They found out about everything. They found out about me, you, us. I'm so sorry. I really tried. And I know I shouldn't have just-" you rambled on so fast you didn't realize when she put her lips on yours. Your heart was racing, body tence, but Vi has always been here for you to come back to and to comfort you. Your body relaxes as her kiss lingers.

She slowly backs away from the kiss, resting her forehead on yours. Both of your eyes are closed.

"You don't ever have to apologize to me. Especially for being yourself. Okay?"

She wiped your tears away with her thumbs. You okay your eyes to find hers looking back at you.

"Okay...Vi I never...I never meant for you to get caught up in all of...this. Whatever this is. Their problems always reflect on me, which just falls back on you-"

"Honey, listen to me. I. Do. Not. Care. Fuck em. All that matters to me is you. I don't care what they think of me. I care about you and us."

She's soft with her voice, but you can tell she's being serious and stern. Vi means what she says. It comes from the deepest part of her heart.

You are her soul tie. Her string of balance. She's your twin flame. Your everything.

"Please understand when I say I love you. I love your mind, your body, your soul, even your damn stubbornness."

You both lightly laugh as you lean into her hands, placing your hand on top of hers.

"Vi is do, but I don't want to keep relying on you for everything. I'm helpless. I feel like I keep taking advantage of you. I fall back onto you when everything goes wrong."

You sob lightly, trying to catch your breath. Her eyebrows frowned, looking at you in the eyes.

"Oh my sweet girl...I'm here for that. That's what I'm here for, I'm here to go through these things with you. You're my girl. And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world."

She kisses your forehead, then you lean into her shoulder and she moves her hands down on your waist, rubbing her thumbs on your sides, as you move your arms around her neck, moving your body closer to hers.

"I love you." You say as your grip grows tighter around her.

"I love you more." There's a comforting moment of silence between you two before she speaks again."You can stay with me as long as you want to. I don't mind at all, okay? Don't ever think you're a burden on me." She always knows what you're thinking without speaking out loud. Vi knows just what to say to make you feel better.

"Okay. Thank you Vi. You always know what to say. "I know, baby. I know." She rubs up and down your back as you rest your body on hers.

"Hey baby?"

"Yeah?" You say as you picked your head up.

"Let's go lay down. How does that sound, hmm?" Vi hold your ever so gently, afraid if she hugs you to much you might break.

"Yeah, I would like that alot."

"Okay, but first let's get you changed into some different clothes."

"Okay...can I wear one of your shirts?"

Vi hums in approval, nodding her head. "Of course baby, whatever you want." She kisses your forehead.

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A/n: I hope you guys loved this plot as much as I did. I'm so glad I came up with this. Also, if anyone has parents like that, please reach out to me or someone for comfort. I know this is a very delicate subject. So if anyone needs to talk, I'm all open ears.

[torawro]

ok hi everyone! i’m thinking about reviving this thread for a bit and giving y’all an update on my progress <3 it’s crazy i neglected this whole thing since october when i was on impel down 😖 i stopped adding onto this because i didn’t think anyone cared fr and i didn’t want to clog up anyone’s dashboard with such a long series of posts :( that don’t get a lot of engagement…. but whatever i guess i need to scream and yell and cry and laugh and moan about op someplace so we’re back again for the time being 🧍🏾‍♀️anyway IM ON PUNK HAZARD NOW SO IM GETTING MY CONSTANT HEARTY DOSAGES OF TRAFALGAR LAW AND WE AINT STOPPING😩😩😩

also i wanted to add these pics here bc they just made me giggle ><

i forgot to ask y’all sooner but what if i made like a hugeeeee live thread detailing my thoughts and ramblings as i watch op? i think it may be kind of fun

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ashes – day 81

jack always looked so soft when he slept.

he had sharp features, sure, maybe mainly that jaw of his; and during his awake hours, you probably wouldn't have described his face as soft. but whenever he dozed off, it was a whole other story. he became a little baby, with his lips slightly parted and a few messy strands falling onto his eyelids. it wasn't too uncommon to hear him talk in his sleep, little mumbles about anything and everything or whispers of your name.

at this moment, you had just come to that same conclusion – he was ethereal, like a dream you were lucky enough to find yourself living in. it was impossible for you to ever predict what was about to come when his chest fell and rose under your hand, steadily and without a worry in the world. you were so busy just watching him that his voice startled you far too much.

"i can feel you staring."

when the surprise wore off and you could breathe again, you smiled ever so slightly and gazed up at his face. "you got a sixth sense or something?" you asked, heart fluttering at the sight of his pretty eyes finally open and connected to yours.

"i know everything when it comes to you." he turned around, now lying on his side and facing you. he reached up to cup your jaw with one hand, thumb skimming over your cheek tenderly before sliding back and brushing through your hair. it didn't take long before his lips were on yours, just a few quick pecks before stopping. "everything, and still not enough." he leaned in again, accidentally bumping his nose against yours on the way, which lead to a fit of giggles leaving your mouth open and ready for him to slip his tongue inside. you let out a little moan as a result, a sound that made all his blood rush south.

for a moment, neither of you moved, just enjoying the feeling of each others' mouths. the kiss was lazy and languid, yet full of affection. his lips were a little chapped at this hour, but you didn't mind; it was like the callouses of his hands, or the hardness of his defined muscles; just very him, a reminder of his rough and rugged edges yet how soft he was in the core. his hands fell down to your waist, tugging you closer until only the thin material of his cotton boxers were separating you.

"i really love having you here, you know?" he mumbled against your lips, his hands slipping beneath his oversized shirt you were currently wearing. "and… i love-"

he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. you frowned instinctively, looking over his shoulder at the electronic clock on his bedside table. who would be ringing the doorbell at 8 in the morning? on a saturday?

you both laid still for a little while, hoping that maybe the person would go away once they realized that you weren't going to answer. just a few moments later, though, the bell sounded a couple more times, and jack groaned. "i'll be right back, i guess," he said, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before pushing himself up and out of bed, grabbing a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from the floor on his way out.

you tried to listen in on the conversation going on out there, but you were still quite sleepy, and jack accidentally – or intentionally – closed the door slightly behind him, so the sound was muffled. luckily, he came back not too long later.

however, he wore a mildly stressed expression on his face, eyebrows slightly raised and eyes tense. "uh… maybe you should get dressed."

you pushed yourself up a little, leaning back on your elbows as you tried to figure him out. "what? why?" jack stood there silently, searching for his words, and your heartbeat sped up. "who was at the door?"

his chest expanded as he took a deep breath. "my parents."

oh.

now you were wide awake.

"they- they came into town late last night. i told you about that, right? did i not? shit, i forgot about that, didn't i?" he was rambling now, stepping up to next to you, and you placed a hand on his side in hopes of steadying him. "i really was supposed to tell you, i swear. but their plane was delayed, and you came by so late, it was so unplanned, and-"

"breathe, jack." he paused for a moment before obliging, nodding slowly. "it's alright. are they still out there?"

"i kind of promised that i'd take them out for breakfast before they go back to the airport, they're going on vacation somewhere…" he looked genuinely guilty, as if he really felt bad about this whole situation. "and i may have accidentally mentioned that you were here, so they're hoping to meet you, and…"

ah, of course. jack had never before been able to shut up when he's been nervous, so why would you expect it now? "okay," you said, nodding as you rose from bed. "let me just get dressed?"

you picked up your underwear from the night before, though they were in no state to be used again, so jack tossed you a pair of boxers from his drawer. you silently cursed yourself for not bringing any extra clothes with you; as he said, you even coming over had been very impromptu, but there was no way he was going to say no to you asking if you could come by after a night out with your friends. his apartment had been closer than yours, after all, and you hadn't been wanting to pay for a cab all the way home when you could just as well crash at jack's. and, besides, one of your friends had spend half the night telling you about her lovely boyfriend, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been missing jack far too much when it was time to leave.

thus, you had to opt for a hoodie of jack's as well as the smallest pair of sweatpants he owned. you moved into the bathroom, rinsing your mouth in the sink and fixing your bedhead quickly as jack watched over you, seeming almost as nervous as you. only almost, though; the anxiety was just about to make your throat close up and your hands wouldn't stop trembling, even when jack held them in his. you couldn't tell if he was more worried for you or himself, but eventually you made your way together into the living room where his parents sat on the couch.

"mom, dad…"

you recognized jim and ellen from all of the pictures jack had showed you of their family vacations from when he younger. he always spoke of them with so much love and respect; it was easy to tell how important they were to him and how thankful he was to have had them, career wise and life wise.

the way ellen's face lit up as you made eye contact for the first time helped melt away some of your tension, though definitely not all of it. "this is y/n, my…" jack started before trailing off. what was he about to say? how was he going to describe you? what title did he want to give you?

ellen wasted no time jumping off the couch, standing right in front of you in just a second. "hello, dear," she said to cut off the silence, instantly engulfing you in a big hug. "it's really good to meet you!"

you laughed, unsure if it was due to your nerves or actual joy, and hugged her back. "you too," you told her, before moving on to jim who also seemed to want a hug.

"we've wanted jack to find someone for so long, and-" ellen cut herself off to give jack's upper arm a squeeze. "we're just so happy, because he's such a good boy, and you seem like a good girl, and i don't know how serious you two are, but if you're spending the night here-"

too serious, you thought to yourself before you could stop it. way too serious, way too soon.

"mom," jack complained, and you found yourself incapable of saying anything or laughing or even smiling. all muscles of your face were working on their own, impossible to control, and soon your ears left the picture, too. you saw their mouths move, you knew they were talking about you, but it felt like you were somewhere else, not included in the conversation.

when did all of this happen? one day, you were just fooling around in his bed – and now, you were meeting his parents. it felt like you met him just yesterday; like you didn't even know who he was two days ago. and now you were here, standing next to his mother who looked like she was planning your entire wedding in her mind as she spoke.

way too real, way too soon.

‎‎ jack ❤️‍🩹

‎‎ i'm sorry

for what?

‎‎ i can't be your girlfriend

‎‎ i don't even know if that's

‎‎ what you want me to be but

of course i do,

don't be silly

where is this coming from?

‎‎ one missed call from "jack ❤️‍🩹"

pick up the phone

‎‎ two missed calls from "jack ❤️‍🩹"

this isn't funny

answer me

‎‎ five missed calls from "jack"