#away from him so that they can take their friends hand and put it on their cheek. and its still warm.

[vanesycho]

• drunk bsf!san x f!reader | m.list

| you're alone on valentine's day with your best friend

warning | smut, drunk san being needy over reader, unprotected sex, p in v

word count | 1,1k

a/n | late 14th february post, enjoy reading!

Laughter filled the living room as San took another sip of his drink "no, really. why didn't you go with Seonghwa? he's a nice guy, you could have had a great time." you paused for a while at his question. he had invited you to an amusement park this valentine's day but you weren't sure you wanted to be with him. It made more sense to spend time with your friend San instead.

"I just didn't want to. besides..I'm not sure If I want to date with him, I'd just be toying with his feelings." San made a noise of agreement, leaning his head back on the couch and looking at you for a long time as you poured new drinks in front of him. the moment you turned around he gave a short smile, took the drink you offered him and unexpectedly kissed your cheek "thanks, I guess? now I'm not alone either." you chuckled and punched his arm mockingly "you know I wouldn't leave you alone."

almost an hour passed. San was already tipsy. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and he kept mumbling something "who told you to drink so much? look at you." he ignored your angry tone and looked up at you with a slight smile. his narrowed eyes, cheeks red from drinking and lips puckering when he spoke caught your attention. at that moment you tried to understand if the burning sensation in your body was from drinking or him.

"can I kiss you?" the sentence he mumbled made you swallow hard. "what?" his eyes went to your lips for a moment, "whatever, I'm sorry..I guess I'm drunk." he buried his head in your neck and let out a small whimper. you, on the other hand, pushed him away from you before you could get over the shock of the incident. "do you want to kiss me?"

San was silent for a while, his hand went to his hair nervously "I mean look at us, we're getting drunk on valentine's day as two friends, who would believe this?" his voice wasn't too loud but his anger was obvious "what do you want us to do?" he let out a breath in response to your question, then slowly approached you, he seemed cautious, he was trying to measure your movements but he couldn't stop himself either. "I don't know..I can't think straight right now." his eyes momentarily fell to your lips again, he supported himself with one hand on the ground and reached for your lips, you just realized at that moment that you were holding your breath.

It didn't take long before you felt his warm, alcohol-soaked lips on you. his hand immediately found your neck and pulled you closer to him, pulling you into a hungrier kiss. his wet kisses moved to your neck after a while, slowly laid you down and lay on top of you without putting too much of his weight on you. every spot he kissed seemed to burn your already hot body "can I take off your shirt?" the way he asked and his innocent looks did not match what he said at all. the hunger behind the sweet gazes had already driven you crazy, so you took off your shirt yourself.

San swallowed hard, he wasn't sure about bringing his hand closer to your bare chest, but when you grabbed his wrist and guided him, he breathed a sigh of relief. while one hand lingered on one of your breasts, he made eye contact before wetting the other with his tongue. then his tongue started to move slowly on your nipple, after the small tongue strokes, he took your breast into his mouth, made sure to wet it enough and erection your nipple, then lifted his head and placed a wet kiss on your lips. "take off your pants, please..."

you did as he said without making him and yourself wait too long. In the meantime, San had also taken off everything he was wearing, watching you with hunger. then he quickly took you in his arms and laid you on the couch next to you, spread your legs apart and got between them, then without breaking eye contact, his hand went between your legs. his fingers moved through the wetness to your hole and without waiting too long, San thrust his fingers inside you. "ah..you feel so warm and tight.." the sentence he mumbled to himself was enough for you to hear. he started moving his fingers inside you without waiting too long, waited for you to get used to it but he didn't know how much his erect cock with pre-cum flowing down could take it.

"san..." the moment you said his name it was like the world stopped for him, even though being heard so needy embarrassed you, you didn't break eye contact. "please...I want you" he was taken a back at first but it didn't take long for him to pull his fingers out of you and direct his cock to your hole. he put one hand on the side of your head for support and leaned over you, his cheeks were still red, his lips were slightly parted and he was breathing in ragged breaths, his eyes continued to look into yours with need. you let out a loud moan with the fullness that came when he started to put half of his cock inside you "fuck- I'm sorry.." San watched your reactions to whether he should continue or not, after getting used to the fullness inside you for a while he didn't hold himself back when you moved your hips towards him and pushed all of it inside you and started to move slowly.

the inside of the living room was now surrounded not only by the smell of alcohol but also by your moans and the smell of sex. San breathed hotly on your neck, the kisses he placed in between made you feel even more embarrassed that his cock was inside you right now. "you're so..good..you're so beautiful..I..fuck- I-I love you." even though you couldn't understand the words he said between his moans at that moment, the last sentence made you pause "what did you say?"

San lifted his head "Is this a wrong time to say it?" a loud moan filled the room as his cock hit your pleasure spot, he smiled slightly and continued to hit the same spot. hand found yours and intertwined your fingers, after a few strokes he made sure you were cummed and then after he came on your stomach. as you both try to catch your breath, he rested on top of you for a while, your hand found his hair and mumbled "I love you too." a giggle was heard from him, he looked into your eyes one last time before pulling you into a long kiss.

[steveseddie]

come sleep with me

written for @steddielovemonth day 14 “come sleep with me: we won’t make love, love will make us” | the @steddiebingo kissing booth mini event, prompt: mutual pining | the @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: love

rating: t | wc: 915 | no cw | tags: friends with benefits, mutual pining, idiots in love

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Any other day Eddie would be thrilled to have Steve like this– half-naked under him, flushed and squirming from Eddie kissing all over his chest. 

Part of him sure is interested, but the rest knows that when Steve called earlier and asked him to come over, he probably should’ve said no. 

But if there’s something Eddie isn’t good at, it’s telling Steve no. 

Otherwise, how would he end up hooking up with Steve on the regular while knowing fully well that he was setting himself up for heartbreak?

So Eddie said yes, and he came over despite being physically and mentally exhausted from an entire week of awful nightmares. He thinks he’s doing a decent job at shoving it all away to pay attention to Steve. That is until he feels Steve’s hand grab hold of his neck and use it to pull him up so he can look at his face and ask– “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Eddie shakes his head, his hair falling around them. “Nothing,” he lies. Badly if the way Steve arches an eyebrow at him means anything. Eddie heaves out a sigh. “I– I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve had nightmares all week. I’m so tired and there’s just so much in my head right now–”

Of course, Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to act mad or disappointed but he’s still surprised by how gently he brushes Eddie’s hair off of his face, his eyes soft as he stares up at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Eddie lets out a snort. “Yeah because telling the guy you’re making out with that you can’t stop thinking about demobats ripping into your flesh is such a turn-on,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Tugging at Eddie’s hair, Steve half-heartedly rolls his eyes. “I meant earlier, Eds.” 

“I guess I was hoping that this was what I needed,” Eddie admits, shrugging. 

“What you need is sleep.”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

When Steve gently shoves Eddie off of him, he takes that as his cue to leave. Especially when Steve walks over to his closet and puts on some sweatpants. Now that he knows nothing is happening between them tonight, it makes sense that Steve is getting ready for bed.  

Which means Eddie should probably get out of his way. 

He just found his jeans and is about to put them back on when Steve tosses something at him. It lands at his feet– a pair of sweatpants.  

“Do you need a shirt too or are you sleeping shirtless?” Steve asks, still rummaging through his closet. 

Eddie stares blankly at his naked back. “Um, what?” 

“Do you want to borrow a shirt?” He asks, glancing at Eddie over his shoulder. His lips tug up into a smirk when he adds, “I have a Tears for Fears shirt you���d look great in, I think.” 

Eddie takes too long to think of a comeback and Steve frowns, probably expecting him to jump at the thought of wearing a shirt of a band that plays anything other than heavy metal. And he would, if he wasn’t busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that Steve seems to think he’s staying over. 

He’s never done that even after they started hooking up. 

Steve’s eyes dart to the jeans Eddie is holding in his hand. “You weren’t planning on sleeping in those, were you?” He asks with a chuckle. 

“No, I– I was gonna go home.”

Steve’s mouth twists downward. “Why?” 

Because they don’t sleep together. They have sex and then Eddie leaves. It hurts every time, but he knows it would hurt more if he stayed and woke up next to Steve –or, god forbid, in Steve’s arms– only for it not to mean anything to him.

“I– we never– we don’t do that–”

“I know,” Steve says, sucking his lip between his teeth. “But what– what if I want us to do that?” 

Eddie blinks. “Sleep together?” 

“No, yeah,” Steve rubs a hand against his neck, “but also, um– other things.” 

Eddie’s breath hitches. “Like?”

“Like going on dates and cuddling and holding hands, maybe not in public but like, in front of our friends if you’re okay with that and–”

“Steve, Stevie, are you– are you saying you want to date me?” Eddie asks, his voice an octave higher, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

“Yeah,” Steve softly admits and Eddie can’t help but gasp. “But I– I promise I didn’t feel this way when we started this, and I was going to say something to you, but I was nervous that you didn’t–”

“I did! I do! Feel that way. Since before we started this, even. If anyone should’ve said anything, it’s me,” Eddie stammers out. “I thought I was setting myself up for heartbreak when you eventually found someone else and stopped wanting me–”

“I wouldn’t, I won’t. In fact,” Steve says, starting to smile. He moves closer to Eddie, one of his hands brushing against his fingers. “I’m crazy about you, Eds.”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie mutters, and then he’s cupping Steve’s face and bringing him closer so he can kiss him squarely on the lips. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed, but it’s definitely different.

“So,” Steve starts, pulling back only enough to get the words out. “Is that a yes?” 

“To dating you?” Eddie asks, their lips brushing together. Steve nods. 

And well, Eddie still can’t say no to Steve, so he says–

“Yes.”

[sinmartini]

"feels so right but it's just so wrong." // red!clark kent

notes: MDNI 18+ summary: clark kent is usually such a nice guy. what's gotten into him? wc: 1714 warnings: red!clark, face fucking with fingers, implications of oral (m receiving), clark being arrogant, pet names, fem!reader, not proofread.

“You are being so annoying,” Red!Clark told you, rolling his eyes as he tucked himself further into the couch settled in the loft. He had been acting so strange all day, completely unlike the best friend you knew and loved. There was a slight attitude in his tone, irritation radiating off of him, and pelting you with nearly everything that had come out of his mouth. It was almost like you were a human punching bag today; if an unkind thought passed through his head, he was more than willing to say it to you.

“What?” You snapped at him, finally nearing the breaking point. Your eyes pointed up at him, shifting your head in his lap to get a better look at you. It wasn’t uncommon to lay your head on his lap, the rest of your body taking up the other end of the couch. Actually, Clark typically liked it when you two did this together. Even though you were just best friends, there was an intrinsic need for you two to be in touch all the time. Hand holding, platonic cuddling, hugs that lasted a minute too long. Today, though… Today he looked frustrated by the way you were clinging to him, the physical touch he had once loved from you be damned. 

Not only had you just experienced something completely terrible, with Clark swooping in to save you at the last minute yet again, but he was being such a jerk.

“I just never realized how needy and clingy you are. What you did back there was dangerous too. Don’t you have any inkling for self preservation?” Clark’s words were one thing, but his actions were indicative of another as he gently stroked his fingers through your hair. 

Was he wrong? Not really. You were needy and clingy when it came to him, but that’s how it’s always been with the two of you. Hell, he was just as clingy most of the time. That’s what came along with knowing his secret; being one of the only people who actually knew the real Clark Kent. 

“Clark, you know I’d do anything for a story. The Daily Planet isn’t going to promote me if I only write boring headlines. I thought that’s why we work so well together? I can bust a crime ring and you’re always there to swoop in.” You were trying to reason with him now, get to the bottom of what was really going on inside of his head. Ever since this morning, it was like Clark had been stripped from all his inhibitions, most of the qualities that made Clark… Well, Clark, had somehow disappeared.

“Good writers can make a story out of anything,” Clark noted, his fingers still stroking through your hair. “They don’t have to put themselves in constant danger and despair to write a think piece.”

“You don’t think I’m a good writer?” You asked him, trying to lift your head from his thigh, needing to create some space between you and your best friend before he could say something that might kill your spirits all together.

“You could be better,” Clark shrugged, his shoulders lifting and collapsing in one cohesive motion as disinterest flickered across his face. You could tell he was done with the conversation now, dishing out that he didn’t think you were that great at what you do, then ready to move on like you weren’t going to have more questions for him.

It wasn’t often that you cried in front of Clark. On the off chance that you did cry in front of him, it was for good reason, and Clark had never made you cry. Until now. The tears that threatened the corner of your waterline were mortifying, and the more you tried to blink them away, the quicker they began formulating. 

Once more, you tried to move yourself off of his lap, but Clark held you in place. Finally, he looked down at you, his facial expression shifting from disinterest to amusement when he saw the tears spilling down your cheeks. There was no way you could have missed the way his lips curled up, just enough to show he enjoyed the sight of you messy on his lap. And there was absolutely no way to miss the way his eyes shimmered with delight, darkening at the sight of your bottom lip quivering.

“You’re crying? C’mon, it wasn’t that mean,” Clark scoffed as his hand found its way from your hair to your chin, holding your face between his thumb and his forefinger. Vulnerability flooded through you as Clark examined every aspect of your face with such intensity, you wanted to shrink under his gaze.

As you opened your mouth, trying to find the words to let Clark know he had been hurting your feelings all day, it wasn’t just this offhand comment that was contributing to your tears, a small sob released from your chest. The words didn’t come out, only heavier breathing and more tears.

“So fussy,” Clark said, his voice sultry and thick as he gently stroked his pointer finger from your chin to your mouth, placing it between your lips and forcing you to open up. You didn’t know why you were being so compliant with it, but Clark pushed his forefinger and middle finger into your mouth, pressing harshly on the middle of  your tongue and you couldn’t help the moan that stirred. “Let me pacify you.”

Your moans were vibrating off of his fingers as he worked them in and out of your mouth, his gaze fixated on you in a way you had never seen before. It wasn’t just lust that filled it eyes; it was carnal desire, like in this moment he needed you as much as you needed him. At least, that is likely what he wanted you to think.

There was something intrinsically hot about the situation as a whole— you laying there, crying on his lap as he hushed you with his fingers in a way that could be written in an erotica book. Nothing about it felt right, but it didn’t feel wrong either, and you could tell Clark felt the same way by the tent growing underneath his jeans, the length of him pressing against the seat of his pants.

Your mouth salivated at the thought of it, creating more lubricant to slide his fingers in and out of your mouth. His eyes traveled to where you were looking, curious as to what had stopped your tears in their tracks and distracted you. A chuckle, deep from his chest sounded, as he realized how desperate you were for it. Part of him had to know, this whole time, that you wanted him in a way that was less than platonic, right?

“Feels so right but it’s just so wrong,” Clark said, reading your mind as he pushed his fingers in deeper. The tip of his finger hit your gag reflex, causing your head to lurch, but he pushed you back down in his lap. The disinterest that flooded his features less than five minutes ago had completely evaporated, now replaced with sheer and utter amusement.

You were so wet, it was uncomfortable. Your core was dripping with desire, soaking into your cotton panties and clinging to you just enough to overwhelm you. With furrowed brows, you tried to talk around Clark’s fingers, and that prior expression of annoyance had returned once more.

“You’re not supposed to be talking, bunny, that’s the point of this. I want you to shut up.” Clark moved his fingers against your tongue once more, pressing and pushing on the insides of your cheeks, carefully grazing the gag reflex every so often in a teasing gesture. He couldn’t help but taunt you, just a bit.

You made a muffled noise, a whine mixed with a moan. Even with his fingers in your mouth, you were still being fussy.

“What?” Clark asked, his tone full of mockery as he offered a sympathetic expression that you knew to be just another one of his taunts. If you weren’t so turned on, you would be trying to figure out what the hell was going on with him, but right now you were too blinded by desire to care— even if that meant Clark was going to mock you the entire time. “You want my cock in your mouth instead? Can’t promise I’ll be nice.”

Your eyes widened and you frantically nodded around his fingers. He didn’t need to see more before he was unbuttoning his pants as you gently lifted your head to allow him to kick them off.

But as soon as Clark’s pants were off, his expression had shifted completely. The mocking expression was now laced with confusion, the evidence of what you were about to get into pressed against the hem of his boxers. 

It was hard for him to look you in the eyes, and you weren’t sure why the sudden shift in demeanor until he asked you, “can you empty out the pockets of my jeans?”

You moved off the couch, picking up his jeans and shuffling through the pockets, feeling silly with the dried tears on your face and Clark’s seeming lack of interest in you now. In the very bottom of his right pocket, there was one ruby earring. You placed it in your palm, showing it to him and that’s when it hit you both.

“Red kryptonite,” Clark said definitively and you thought you could melt right there. His behavior had a reason behind it, yours was driven by pure desire. “I thought it was a ruby earring. I found it at the Talon and was going to turn it into their lost and found.”

“Oh god,” you said, dropping the earring on the floor of the loft. Your feet were moving down the stairs, bolting for the exit before your brain could catch up with you.

Clark stood at the top of the stairs, his half hard dick still swinging in his boxers, “Wait! Let’s talk about this. Please.”

Slowly, with one hand on the door, you turned around to look at him, avoiding looking below the waist. Maybe you two could work things out. In more ways than one.

[heavyhitterheaux]

40-22

See Me Through You Fic

Synopsis: You and your husband watch the Super Bowl along with your best friends in NOLA

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Seeing as Joe was doing a press run the week leading up to the Super Bowl in New Orleans, you decided that the two of you should have a party for it at your new house that Joe had surprised you with as a Christmas gift. A party that would literally only be your best friends, but still a party nonetheless. He had noticed that you were missing being in Louisiana more than usual and it had actually been in the works for him to buy it since the beginning of last year.

In order to get your input without actually telling you about it, he would show you different pictures that the designer was sending Joe and as soon as you had given him the approval, everything was a go.

This was your first time actually seeing the house in person and you immediately fell in love. There was a hallway leading to what would be considered the man cave of the house and the walls were decorated with pictures of both you and Joe at your time at LSU. Seeing this definitely made a few tears slip out that you of course blamed on your hormones being all over the place.

Ja'Marr and Justin of course wanted to see the house and essentially invited themselves over, even though they were going to be invited anyway. You had sent a quick text to Erin and Alisha to see if they were free and they of course said yes to be able to spend time with you.

Joe told you that he could order food so that the two of you didn't have to cook and he didn't want you to be on your feet for a long period of time.

Of course he was met with resistance from you since cooking was one of your many love languages the last thing he wanted was an argument to come out of it. He knew once you made up your mind about something that it was the end of the conversation. But if it was something that he was dead set on not letting go, he had no problem letting you know how he felt. But for now, he would just help you with what you decided to make and make sure you got breaks in between.

As you were making your famous chili cheese dip that you knew was going to go in less than ten minutes, Joe had just finished seasoning the wings and was about to put them in the oven.

He had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“You okay? And are my other two babies okay?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“Yes, babe. I told you that I'm fine. And they're fine too.” You replied and gave him a small smile before he gently moved you to the side to open the oven.

“As soon as we're done, you need to sit down and put your feet up so they don't swell.”

“Yes, Doctor Burrow.”

“Princess, I'm serious.”

“I know, I know and I promise I will. Just have one more thing to make and then I'll sit.” You replied as you reached up to kiss him.

“What else do you need help with so I can make this go faster?”

“They’re just cheesesteak sliders, but if you can start cutting up everything that would be helpful.”

“On it.”

When all of the food was done, Justin was already in the kitchen so you told him to come and get his plate so that way you could sit down yourself.

“Justin, it’s hot on the bottom, take the sides of it.” You told him as he was reaching for it.

“Uh huh.” He replied as he was still looking at the television and not at you.

“Don't touch the bottom. It's hot, move your hand away from it.”

Justin once again nodded and you decided since he wasn’t going to listen to just let him learn the hard way.

“Ow! DAMN, THAT’S HOT.”

“I know and I told your stupid ass two times not to touch the bottom, but you were so interested in looking at the TV instead. And you better not break my damn plate either.”

“Joe! Your wife was nicer before you got her pregnant!” Justin yelled towards him and Joe looked at him confused.

“Says who!?” Ja’Marr asked as he immediately chimed in and you gave them both a death glare.

“No, Justin, you just like to do stupid shit.” Joe shot back and Ja'Marr stifled a laugh.

“Next time I'm not cooking shit for yall. I can't even see my damn feet and they're probably swollen and I'm stressed because I'll have to probably call 911 messing with both of you. Justin, take this plate and get out my face. IMMEDIATELY.”

“But we didn't ask you to cook since I…”

“Ja’Marr keep talking and I'm going to make sure the next time I cook for you will be at your funeral.”

Ja’Marr immediately threw his hands up in defense as you went to sit down while everyone fixed their plate.

“Damn that food is about to be good as shit. Baby, can I request meatballs?” Joe asked you and you stifled a laugh.

“SERIOUSLY?” Ja’Marr asked Joe as he shrugged.

“No, Joe you got it backwards. It's funeral chicken and baby shower meatballs.” Erin told him while laughing and Ja’Marr made a face at her.

“Not you encouraging his nonsense….”

“Well Erin come through with the meatballs for our baby shower.” Joe told her and she quickly agreed.

“All you had to do was say the word. Consider it done.”

“So, no one is going to mention how my twin is planning my funeral?” Ja’Marr asked the entire room and everyone gave him a blank stare.

“No.” Everyone replied and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“She’s older and she's pregnant? Yeah, not getting into that one.”

“Some friends yall are.”

The game was just starting and Joe told you to sit down while he fixed your plate for you. He made sure you were comfortable with your multiple pregnancy pillows and put your feet up for you.

“The Eagles have one damn job and if they don't come through, I will RIOT.” Alisha said as she sat to the left of you while Erin was on your right.

“You and me both.” You told her as you turned up the volume.

It was during the second quarter when you suddenly got bored. The Chiefs were playing like they had never seen a football before in their lives and you honestly couldn't believe what you were seeing.

“Are they really serious right now?” Justin said out loud and in disbelief.

“Apparently they are.”

“I told yall that they aren't as good as everyone thinks they are. Because they are playing like straight ass.” Alisha added and everyone couldn't help but to laugh.

“Jalen is cute.” Erin said and you gave her a small smirk.

“AHT! Princess, wipe that smirk off your face!” Joe said and you held your hands up in defense.

“But I…”

“Nope, don't even try it. I saw it.”

“I only have eyes for you and you know that! Last time I checked I am pregnant with YOUR children."

"Mm hmm. Sure."

"Such a big ass baby." You quietly said, but he still heard you.

"Want to repeat that Mrs. Burrow?"

"Nope, I'm good." You replied while taking a sip of your lemonade while both Erin and Alisha laughed.

“As I was saying before, Joe rudely interrupted. Have you seen the entire team!? It's a TRAIN. And I wouldn't get off until I had a taste of the entire roster.” Alisha exclaimed, and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"Alisha, I heard that." Joe said, and she held her hands up and acted as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

“You know that there's 52 people on the roster, right?” You asked her and she immediately nodded her head.

“Like I said before, it's a train.”

Joe was on his second plate of food and focused on the game when you decided to send him a text.

Wifey- Baby, I'm bored.

Joey- You don't want to watch the game?

Wifey- Yes, but at this point I want it to be halftime. But in the meantime could you do something for me?

Joey- Of course baby. What do you need?

Wifey- For you to put your dick inside me

As soon as Joe read the text, his eyes went wide and he glanced at you with a smirk on his face as he bit his lip.

Joey- We have seven minutes until halftime

Wifey- I'm not missing Kendrick so we have to do it now

Joey- Go upstairs and I need to teach you a lesson for having a smirk on your face about that quarterback who ISN’T me

Wifey- So dramatic as usual. Just like a Sagittarius. Smh.

Joey- Just you wait until I get you alone

Once you got up, Joe was following your lead and Ja’Marr suddenly made a face at both of you.

“Where yall going?”

"Just going to the bathroom." You told him, but looked at you confused.

"And taking your husband with you?"

"Look Ja’Marr! My whole body is swollen and I can't see past my boobs!" You exclaimed as you crossed your arms and continued walking towards the stars as Joe stifled a laugh.

“Those things are going to be Z cups by the time the twins get here.” Alisha said without hesitation.

"So, you don't know where your vagina is located anymore?"

“Ja'Marr, if your twin wants to get her cheeks clapped by her husband who has clearly done it multiple times before since she's pregnant, that's her business. That's obviously where they're going.” Erin told him and he made a gagging noise.

"Bam Bam, keep talking and I will choke you.”

“Wouldn't be the first time.”

"Unless you're volunteering to wipe my ass, baby brother. By all means, come on.”

“NO! I'm good!”

“That's what I thought and that's why you need to mind your damn business.”

“You're my twin so you are my business.”

By this time, you had reached the top step and rolled your eyes before you responded to him.

“Leave me alone, Ja'Marr!”

“Never going to happen!”

As you entered your bedroom, you were attempting to walk towards the bed before Joe tugged your arm in another direction.

“If I take you on the bed, you know for a fact we'll be up here for the rest of the game and you are entirely too loud. No offense, princess.”

“Hmm, good point. Bathroom it is. And if Ja’Marr would have minded his business we would have been up here sooner! We have like 4 minutes now.”

“Then stop talking and let me take care of my wife.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

As you were coming down the steps, Erin was grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at you and you instantly laughed at her.

“Nasty ass fuckers. Couldn't have even waited until we left.”

“I seriously went to the bathroom, dumbass!” You replied as you took your rightful seat in between your best friends just in time to see Kendrick come on the screen when Alisha leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“I know that white boy be turning you every way but loose.”

You tried so hard to keep a straight face but failed miserably as Ja'Marr shot you a look.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“You'll never learn, will you?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the TV.

“Probably not. You know I'm nosey.”

“And no lie was told.”

It was now the third quarter when the Chiefs finally decided to score, which clearly still left everyone unimpressed.

“See that's what they asses get for making sure we didn't make it in the playoffs.” Ja’Marr muttered to your husband who quickly agreed with him.

“Look, I'm just happy that I don't have to look at Taylor Swift for four quarters.” Erin confessed with Alisha letting out a laugh.

“And her boyfriend has done absolutely nothing this entire game.” You added before getting up and sitting on Joe's lap.

You sat to the side so that you could put your head on his shoulder and your feet in Ja’Marr's lap who quickly protested.

“Why are these things on me?”

“So they don't swell. Help a pregnant lady out. And besides I fed you and you're in my house. And I just got a pedicure so leave me alone!”

“She has a point.” Joe said and he crossed his arms in response.

“My going rate for babysitting those two when they get here is 50 dollars. EACH.”

“BULLSHIT. We watch baby uno for FREE.” Joe exclaimed in response.

“Because he's a low maintenance baby! Yall kids are about to be spoiled as hell with big ass heads that look like Joe. That last sonogram picture was wild. Count on having a c-section.”

“HEY! MY HEAD IS NOT THAT BIG!”

“Keep telling yourself that, Shiesty.” Justin muttered and it took everything in you not to laugh. You turned away from Joe, but he could feel the vibration of your laugh since you were leaning against him.

“My own wife laughing about jokes about me, I see.”

“Um, pookie… have you seen your baby pictures? It's always been big.” You asked him and he turned up his nose.

“I…forget about that Birkin you wanted for Valentine’s Day.”

“Hold on! Wait! I take it back!”

“Nope. Damage is done. I'm sleeping in the guest room.”

“Okay Mr. Dramatic.”

“AYE! ANOTHER TOUCHDOWN!” Justin exclaimed as he raised his arms in excitement.

“Andy needs to whoop everybody's ass on that field.”

“I think the Eagles got him covered in that department.”

“No 3 peat is happening at this point.”

It was now the final seconds of the fourth quarter and it was now set in stone that the Eagles had won. They were interviewing Jalen when a thought popped up in your head.

"I can not believe they got their ass beat this bad. I feel like a curse has been lifted." Justin said, and you stifled a laugh.

“I expect everyone in this room that has an NFL contract to be in the super bowl next year. Do with that information what you will.” You said and all three of them looked at you.

“If the front office actually gets its shit together so we can keep everyone we need.” Joe said before rolling his eyes.

“Are we going to make bets? I think we should.”

“Sure when the regular season starts, but my husband needs to take me to Disney World after he wins. And Ja’Marr is on babysitting duty.”

“Fine, 250 dollars an hour. EACH.”

"You must be out of your damn mind." Joe told him in response as he looked at him in disbelief while you were laughing.

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Can you read my mind? (I've been watching you.) 𓆩♡𓆪

DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER

SUMMARY: Dean and Sam get a little unexpected help with a weird case. 2.3k

WARNINGS: none. first meeting. fem!reader. dean being wary of the supernatural but weak to a pretty face.

NOTES: VERY late valentine's post. I was struck with inspiration at 2 in the morning. Idk if Valentines are a thing or if i made them up but whatever. This is my first time writing for supernatural and my first time writing a fanfic in years pls be nice. Enjoy<3

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You sigh as you materialize behind the brothers, making them almost jump out of their skin. “Love all over the place.”

You ignore their flabbergasted expressions as you look around the crowded plaza. It was Valentine’s day, and the whole place was decorated with pink and red hearts, the white streamers hanging from the trees moving with the breeze as couples and groups of friends walked around.

“Who are you?” You ignore the shorter one’s question as your gaze focuses on two kids sitting on a bench.

You could feel how much they liked each other, but they sat facing opposite ways, hands on laps and eyes stuck to the ground. You sigh and swiftly move your manicured hand towards them, pink nails shining under the sunlight. You can feel the brothers’ wary eyes on you, but you simply watch as the boy on the bench suddenly gets a notification on his phone.

“I just won two tickets for the My Chem show tonight.” He announces to the girl, voice incredulous. As they both start celebrating, the boy shyly looks up and invites her to go with him. She says yes, and after a few giggles and babbled words, they get up from the bench and leave.

You can’t help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, your pastel pink wavy hair bouncing as you give a little jump. You immediately turn to the Winchester brothers, covering your mouth with your hand

“Sorry. You would think that after so many years on the job I would get used to it.” You sigh, twirling a lock of your hair with your fingers. “But sometimes it still manages to make me all giddy.”

You turn around just to find a gun being pointed towards you, barrel pressed to your stomach as green eyes bore holes into your head. Who you assumed was Dean Winchester was glaring at you, scowling, while his brother tried to block civilians from noticing the firearm in his hand.

Who would’ve thought green could be so beautiful.

You chuckle, not intimidated at all, which only made the brothers look even more confused.

“What the fuck are you?” Dean asks, the gun digging a little deeper into your skin.

“Are you Cupid?” This time it is Sam, his eyes studying your tiny pink dress, pink hair, and pink boots. But more importantly, the little bow and arrow that hung from your back.

You give the tall guy a cheeky smile.

“You must be Sam, hm? I’ve heard you’re the smart one.” You look back at Dean, delicate hand wrapping around the gun that was still being pressed against you. “Why don’t we put this away before you hurt someone.” You keep your eyes on him as you lower the gun. He lets you, a lost look on his face as to why he is letting you.

You take a step back and smile again, all rosy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. “To answer your question, I guess you can call me a cupid, but I’m not the Cupid.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Dean’s eyes roam up and down your body.

“We’ve met Cupid before.” Comes Sam’s explanation. “So, you work for him? Are you an angel?”

You hum softly, pouty lips pursing. “I don’t work for the Cupid you met, the angel. But you humans also call my boss that.” The brothers’ expressions stay equally clueless. “I work for Eros, the-”

“Greek god of love.” You send Sam a sweet smile for his right answer.

“And desire, yes!”

“So you’re a Goddess.” Dean affirms more than asks, and when you turn back to face him you are struck with his beauty once again. Both brothers were drop-dead gorgeous, but something about the sharpness in the older one’s features made you want to ask if he was in any way related to Lady Aphrodite.

“Oh, no. Gods no.” You shake your head, making the multiple silver jewelry in your ears clink. “We work for Eros. Think about us like a version of Artemis’ hunters.”

“Yeah, because that gives me so much clarity.” Dean’s voice was breathtakingly deep, it reminded you of being in Lord Ares’ presence. (Happened once, never again.)

“Gods are incredibly powerful, but they often need help from mortals to do certain deeds. Artemis’ hunters, Hecate’s priests and priestess, so on and so forth.” You explain quickly. Sam seemed to understand you perfectly, Dean still looked a bit like he wanted to shoot you. “We don’t have an official name like that, but you can call us Valentines.”

“So you, what? Go around making people fall in love?” He asks with skepticism. You sigh. Everyone always had the same wrong idea.

“We don’t make people fall in love, we simply… present them with opportunities.” You chuckle and turn to look around the plaza, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you try to look for an example. You find a blond guy who was messing around with his friends near an ice cream shop. Right behind him, a girl in roller skates was moving his way.

“See those two?” I ask the brothers, pointing towards the pair. “If I didn’t intervene, they would never cross paths. But their auras, they are compatible, and they’re both lonely.” You squint, concentrating. Aura reading wasn’t as easy as fake witches made it seem. “But if I just…” Once again, you move your hand delicately towards them.

Suddenly, Blond Boy's friend's milkshake falls to the ground. It causes Blond Boy to take several steps back, getting right in Roller Skates Girl’s way. She immediately tries to stop, but it makes her lose her balance. Blond Boy’s hands are instantly on her waist, preventing her from falling on her back. They look at each other, eyes lingering, and your job is done.

You turn to the Winchesters with a satisfied smile, your flowy skirt dancing around you as you twirl, and they just stare back at you with wide eyes.

“I can’t tell how I feel about it.” Declares Sam, making you snicker.

“If it makes you feel better, I can assure you I can only influence circumstances.” You sigh, looking back at the two lovebirds. They’re already exchanging numbers. “Whatever happens from here on out is in their hands.”

That seems to do the trick, at least for the younger brother. Dean still looked like he was going to reach for his gun anytime soon. You sigh again.

“Look, I am not here to cause trouble.” You raise your hands in surrender, bracelets sliding down your wrists. “I came to talk.”

“Why would you want to talk to us?” You start to walk down the plaza, a little skip to your step. You stop right on the edge of the plaza where you could look down at the sea, waves hitting against the asphalt in a calming manner. Both brothers share a confused look before following you.

“You two are here for a hunt, right?” You ask walking down the edge of the shoreline, go-go boots click-clacking against the cobblestone. “The deaths that have been happening? People killing people they love?”

“What do you know about it?” You turn around at Dean’s accusatory tone. His gun was back in his hand, and it makes you roll your eyes. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

Looks like there was an edge in between all that sugar-covered whimsy after all.

“You know, everyone says you are distrustful, but damn.” You tsk. Why was it always the cute ones that had the biggest attitude problems? “I wasn’t going to intervene, but when I found out that the Winchesters were in my zone, I had to do something. You two are kind of famous for wiping out any supernatural beings you come in contact with.” You continue to walk down the shoreline. When you get to a light pole, you twirl around it until you’re facing the brothers again. “Any other day, I would’ve just hidden until you finished your job, but it is Valentine’s. The boss likes us to be extra active today.”

It looked like Dean wants to retort, but Sam interrupts him. “What do you know about the case?”

Your smile fades a little, and you let go of the light pole, your shiny eyes dropping to the floor.

“You’re looking for an Anti-Valentine, or that’s what we call them.” Your cheeks blush with shame. “They’re like us, Eros’ followers, but they…”

“Turn evil?” Dean guesses sarcastically, and you nod.

“Why would they want people to kill who they love?” Asks Sam, crossing his arms. “I mean, you look like you love love.”

That makes you giggle. “It is… hard. To do this job.” You lean back into the light pole, looking out at the sea. “There’s only so many times you can make two people who are perfect for each other meet, only for them to cheat or hurt each other before you start to have doubts.” You bite your lip, doe eyes glossing with sadness.

“And that makes them turn evil?”

“Well, most Valentines have had doubts at some point in our lives. But Anti-Valentines, they start to think humans don’t deserve love. They start getting angry and hateful, and it starts to poison them.” You swallow harshly, looking down at the floor before your eyes meet Dean’s green one, and the heavy weight on your chest turns a little lighter. Huh. “Valentines can’t manipulate mortal’s emotions, but Anti-Valentines… They've learned how to blind humans with anger. I think you humans may call it a rage blackout or something.”

The brothers seem to be processing your words. Dean studies you slowly while Sam looks like he’s racking his brain for any information on Valentines. If you hadn’t been so sad, you would totally be flirting with Dean right now. Yes, Eros was the God of love, but everyone seemed to forget he was also the God of desire. You could be a hell of a vixen when you were in the mood.

“So, how do we kill it?” Asks Dean, always ready to fight. It was hot.

“That’s the problem.” You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, twirling around the light pole once again, cheeky smile returning to your face. “If I tell you how to kill them, I tell you how to kill me.”

Dean’s eyebrow raises, but his mouth twitches into a half-smirk. He looks you up and down one more time before his tongue runs over his lower lip, earning an incredulous huff from Sam.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“I’ll tell you how to find the Anti-Valentine and how to kill it, and you promise not to come for me after.”

“You got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

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Dean was soaked in black blood when you appeared in front of him again.

Sam and he had just finally killed the Anti-Valentine, after being thrown against walls and dodging heart-pointed arrows for what felt like hours. Looks like those little bows aren't only for the aesthetic.

So while Sam and Dean looked a little worse for wear as they tried to catch their breath, there you were, in the middle of a filthy warehouse looking like a literal goddess. Pastel pink hair perfectly styled, shiny lips and shiny eyeshadow, your pink boots not getting dirty at all even as you walked through the dirt on the ground. The worst part was how you were pink everywhere. He wasn’t talking about only your clothes and hair. Your cheeks, your knees, your elbows. The palm of your hands and your pouty lips. Made him wonder, just how many other places were pink too.

“Nice to see you two are as good as they say.” You walk close to where the brothers are leaning against a wall. They were covered in blood and grim, slight cuts all over from when they weren’t quick enough while avoiding the Anti-Valentine’s arrows.

You stand right in front of Dean, and there is a halo of light around you. You were literally glowing. You were just so glad the Anti-Valentine had been taken care of. You would’ve done something about it before the Winchesters got into town, but Valentines couldn’t attack other Valentines, even if they were evil.

“Happy to meet your expectations, sweetheart.” Dean grunts, hand pressing to his side where there was a long gash.

You extend your hand towards him with a grin, palm up and ring-clad fingers waving. “My blade, please and thank you.”

You had given the brothers your celestial bronze dagger to use against the Anti-Valentine with the promise that they would give it back.

“What if we ever need to kill another one of these, hm?” It is impressive how Dean managed to look so hot when he was slowly bleeding out from his side. “Or another Greek creature.”

You smirk, and with a little jump you land in front of him. You lean in, biting your full lower lip and blinking up at Dean, long eyelashes fluttering. “Then I guess you’ll have to give me a call, sweetheart.”

You softly press a hand to Dean’s chest, making his breath hitch. You subtly wrap your hand around your dagger in his jacket’s pocket. When his eyes drop down to your lips, you press your hand harder against his torso. Gods, he was firm.

In less than a second, all injuries in Dean’s body were cured. Even the gash on his side. He looks up at you in surprise, and you swiftly take a step back, dagger in hand. You let out a dreamy giggle, taking a step towards Sam and pressing a finger to the tip of his nose, making a little “boop” sound and curing him instantly too.

You take another little jump back, facing both brothers as you brush your hair behind your shoulder and dangle the dagger between your slender fingers. With one last giggle, you wink at Dean.

“See you later, boys.”

You disappear in a cloud of pastel pink smoke, leaving behind a smell of caramel and red velvet cake.

And you knew you were gonna see them again. After all, you had a soft spot for pretty things.

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oh my lord i love your writing it literally has me geeked every time. any possibility you write more for my man asahi? i’ll take anything you have to offer but i can’t stop thinking about something similar in premise to the wrestling where, instead, it’s 7 minutes in heaven? possible details about the closet they’re in being too small for him, perhaps~ because what asahi fan doesn’t appreciate some size difference goodness

asahi azumane x reader w/ size kink

i literally said, out loud, "ohhh!!!" and started writing it as soon as i saw this ask - you have a gift for ideas my love. thank you for sending this in!!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

details. fem!reader / 7 min. in heaven / heavy size kink / heavy claustrophilia / soft top!asahi / mutual?crushing / manhandling / thigh riding / making out / hickeys and marking / semi PDA / rough but sweet!asahi / 2.3k words / oh lord another maybe? two parter

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"Well, it's not a closet per se," Suga cocked his head at the half-done, dusty, crawl space the group chose for this game, "But it'll do, right?"

Asahi glanced down at you and didn't stop. You were taken by a big wave of chills, crossed your arms, looked away, then back up-- and he was still looking down at you. Any hope of subtlety was over.

He nodded, despite being the most effected by the size problem of this unfortunate reality.

"Well, there's nothing in it."

A fair point. The other closets were filled with closet-like things. Towels, cleaning supplies, pantry items, tools. The group, consisting of mixed-up members of Karasuno volleyball teams, had a fun treasure hunt with that stuff, but this was what you were after. A closet to play your thirsty game in.

'Unfortunate' was just one mode of perception. Less room meant more contact, but nobody was saying that aloud.

"Can you even fit in here, dude?" Nishinoya clambered out with relative ease, albeit sideways.

Every girl except you looked away as Asahi tried, embarrassed at the way the boards creaked, how he wouldn't be able to enter normally because his shoulders were too wide for the space. He had to bend at the waist because he was far too tall. You scanned the empty space in front of him, warm and tingly.

There was some room! You could fit there and you would, maybe, die trying.

Ever since Daichi retired to his room for the night, nobody had taken up the burdensome mantle of responsibility. His dad-like severity had a strong influence on the types of activities that were 'allowed' to happen.

7 Minutes in Heaven would have never been brought up with him present.

As long as the Karasuno teams were quiet enough to not wake him, you could carry on.

It's not that a game of spin the bottle, or some truth or dare, was necessarily scandalous, but it was enough to get everybody giggling and generate the who-has-a-crush-on-who type of conversations. Since everybody left downstairs were the interested ones that hadn't gone to bed already, it left this smaller, more intimate group to carry out some otherwise repressed desires.

You weren't the first to go in, but it was clear that the first pairing didn't do anything. That was fine and all, and a good reminder that you didn't have to kiss, if you didn't want to.

When Asahi was asked who he wanted to spend the time with, he returned your previous admission from a different game.

"I mean- why would I not say (Y/n)?"

He looked from Suga, who had taken the mantle of 'fun-mom' in all of this, being the bottle-spinner and card-holder and question-maker, back to you.

You realized the time he took to look at his friend was probably the only instance in the past 30 minutes that his eyes hadn't been locked onto you, ever since you admitted your little crush for him.

Getting in was about as easy as you imagined.

It had you both packed so tight that you had maybe an inch to move, at best. It forced you to put your hands on each other, just to stay oriented in the pitch black, and not trip.

"G-od," He sighed, and you earned a centimeter of space for two seconds. Then he had to take another breath and you were immobilized again, "We gotta- gotta adjust, or somethi-ng."

A strained, "Y-eah," was all you could get out. This was not a space meant to fit two people.

"I think, if... I..."

In the darkness, all you could see was some vague shadows move as he stretched down. His palms swallowed up your sides, and you desperately tried to keep your excitement down when you felt for his shoulders. He curled you up and threaded a strong, wide thigh between yours.

Most of it was genuine adjustment, but that didn't mean that it felt any less erotic. Just having to wrap your arms around his body and pull, so that you could sit higher up on his leg, was making your heart race.

"That feel better?"

His grumbly tone forced your thighs to tighten, the way you sat becoming more arched.

You could only give him a whisper, voice strained, because of how nervous you felt, "Yes."

Asahi chuckled right away, his breath ghosting right past your temple.

It was impossible to tell if he was bent to purposefully be close, or if there was no space to straighten more. You assumed the most polite option.

"You, uh- you... comfortable?" He muttered, more against you instead of anywhere else he could've possibly spoken, "Comfortable enough- I guess?"

You laughed, "Sure, yeah."

His thumb started rubbing against your side as he laughed with you. You could feel yourself getting wet, and tried to suppress any automatic squirming.

"You're- a... a nice seat--," Your face scrunched, your innocent words unsuccessful at trying to make things silly, and easy.

"Oh?" He chuckled at you.

"I- didn't--," You looked up in the dark, but couldn't see anything, and tried to pray away your embarrassment, "I did not mean it like that."

His grin spread, and you could feel his stubble really clearly against your forehead.

A tiny kiss to your hairline made your fingers grip his t-shirt, your spine straighten, your poor heart work even harder.

"It's okay if you did," The smile in his voice was so sweet.

Kissing him was shockingly simple. You felt like you had lots to say, things to explain, but they were so unimportant when his lips were soft and reading you like an open book.

The only crucial detail needed, for the moment, in this closet, was that you were super into him, and he was at least entertaining it.

For minutes, he couldn't decide where, how, he wanted to hold you. His arms would trade off between pulling you against his front in a hug, so he could feel more of your body on his.

Or, he would take more of a direct route of using his hands to pull you in for kisses, by the back of the neck, with his other palm keeping you pressed hard against his thigh.

The switch would happen any time you weren't heavy enough on his leg, or when your back wasn't arched enough to stay smushed against his chest.

"M-mh-," He was rolling your hips for you, weighing you down more on his thigh, flexing it just so.

You squirmed, having to part, at his lewd sounds.

He searched for you, huffing, in the dark, "Does that feel good?"

The tone he used with you was genuine, despite how dirty the phrase felt. For a moment, he stopped rubbing you against him.

You swallowed the mixture of spit in your mouth and tried to wipe the drool off of your lips, trembling, "Y-eah, it-- it's--,"

When your hand dipped to fix the seam of your shorts, you accidentally grabbed something warm, and stiff, and just off of where he had you grinding.

"Oh-! Sorry," You retracted your hand, face radiating heat, "I'm sorry."

His chest swelled in a restrained gasp through his nose. His voice was higher, and different as he reassured you it was completely fine.

"Was- that--? Mmh--," Before you could finish your tentative question, he wrapped one arm around you, palming half ass, half hip, while the other yanked you against his torso. It seemed he had realized a good middle ground between his holds.

Another partial moan at how he was able to pull you further up -so that you were trapping his cock between your bodies- got cut off by another clumsy kiss.

He bit you, at your bottom lip, and it throbbed for the rest of the time you kissed him. It made you shove a hand down the back of his shirt, give him an otherwise embarrassing sound, that he ate right up.

What you could feel of his print throbbed against you. A weakness radiated down through your fingers and toes as you scratched lines into his bare skin. It didn't do shit. It was like he didn't even feel it.

Actually, you wanted that shirt off.

It took just three seconds of pitiful tugging for him to let off, pull it over his head with one hand, and swing it to the dusty floor. Forgotten.

He was rough when he put his hands back on you, when you returned it, tugging, wanting to be closer however possible.

"Fuck-!" You sighed, breathing hard, fast, at his busy sucking down your neck.

His nails dug into your skin, his breathing characterized by needy groans that sounded a lot like he in the middle of a workout, if anything.

Since when did he like you back? Was it just because you were available? Would he have done this with any of the girls on your team? Not that it was much of a competition- none of them thought he looked 'civilized' enough to entertain him as an option.

Your legs were jelly, your thoughts heavy, but it didn't matter.

His shoulders would stretch further with every huff, expanding and resetting, and you couldn't stop yourself from scouring every inch while he was over you. It was getting hot in here. He was getting tacky, a little slippery in some areas.

He bit you too hard in a soft spot and you cried out, barely stuffing the sound into his bare shoulder. It was loud and you both knew it was audible through the other side of the door.

Asahi slowed, as gentle as he started, again, with an apologetic hum in the crook of your neck.

"Sorry," You could hear his smile, "Too much-"

He sighed and collected his nerves for a second as he readjusted his grip on you. More palm, less fingertips. It didn't sting as much and you missed it.

He said definitively, mostly to himself, "That was too much."

"I liked it!" You reassured him quietly, palm moving from his shoulder, to his neck, to the side of his face.

"I liked it. I liked it," Got repeated, in a tiny giggle, as he stilled.

You were delivering multiple little pecks across his face, craving his intensity as soon as you lost it. You tried holding him tighter, but it wasn't the same when he wasn't pushing and pulling.

That tingly sensation of his breathy laugh, his skilled tongue, was back on your neck, closer to your ear.

You melted at once with a whimper, the need to rock your own hips short-lived because he pushed his own against your heat.

"Ahh-!"

He grinned, sucking another bit of skin in an obvious spot, "Shhh."

The heartbeat between your legs was strong. He could feel it clearly against his thigh, wishing it was better placed and put to good use.

His fingertips were digging, pushing past the waistband of your shorts, further down, palm against your tummy. Maybe it was that feeling, maybe it was your enthusiasm, or maybe the fact that you were so wet he could feel that, too, but something possessed him to start getting greedy.

But he paid for it. While you were encouraging him, a hand around his thick forearm, guiding and pushing it down, a gasp already on your breath-- you were both completely blinded.

No courtesy knock. Just a bright light and a loud screech. Asahi retracted his curious hand in a flash, but there was not much else to do to make this look less provocative.

Though the sound was higher-pitched, it was not made from anyone on your team.

Nishinoya dropped to his knees, slack-jawed, and that's all you were able to register before the door slammed shut again.

Suga scolded him from the other side, others were shushing incessantly.

"You were supposed to knock, Noya!!"

"Now Daichi's gonna wake up! Nice going, dumbass!"

It gave you both enough time to try and separate. However, without opening the door, you couldn't get fully off of one another.

You were shaking, beyond nervous, and forcefully sobered. Not exactly happy.

"Um- that was great. Thank you," It was a short, and curt, way of telling him you didn't expect much after this. You had one hand on the door.

Asahi grabbed you by the waist and dragged you back. "C'mere--,"

His rough, messy, desperate last kiss was enough to leave you dizzy. He readjusted himself during it with one last rub.

"We're not done yet," He told you. Another hasty peck to the top of your head, and he was leagues lighter in tone, "Uh, sorry- As far as I'm concerned. Do what you want, though!"

He turned the knob for you and pushed it open a crack. You stumbled out, wiping your mouth.

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camping

you and Konig loved camping. it was a hobby for you, but practice for him. he was often in the woods because of his job, and you had wanted to see for yourself what it was like. so, you often went on camping trips with him and the guys, as long as it wasn’t for work of course.

“today we’re gonna go fishing.. i don’t know if you and maria would like to stay back or go?” Konig asked, referring to Simon’s wife. (idk man). “if it’s swimming water i’ll go.” you nodded, lifting your shirt up and off to put your bikini on.

Konig smiled as he watched you, hands immediately going to grab your boobs. you laughed as you tried to push him away, only the thin fabric of the tent hiding you both. the others were slowly trickling in, just you both, Simon and Soaps group.

“just in my mouth.” he whispered, pinching your nipples. his lips attached to them, his tongue doing circles on the sensitive buds.

you let out a soft whine, falling back on your hands. he took advantage of your weak balance and pushed you to your back. “maybe a quickie..” he said, hands already running up your legs.

“konig the guys will hear us. come on at least let’s find a more secluded spot.”

but he wasn’t listening to you. his hands were already shoving his pants down to his knees, one hand pumping his cock as the other pushed your bikini bottoms to the side.

you had on a simple skirt, the bikini bottoms on under it. “then you better keep quiet.” he smirked.

he laid on his stomach, spreading your legs before pressing his lips to your wet cunt. your eyes closed tight, feeling his warm tongue swirl gently against your clit. his hands gripped your thighs , watching your body react to him.

“so wet for someone who didn’t wanna fuck ..” he mumbled against your pussy, taking his fingers and pushing them inside you. your hands clasped your mouth, toes curling.

he pumped just enough to get you nice and wet for him, knowing you’d be so tight regardless of how much he prepared you.

“konig, Gaz said he’ll be here in about 10 minuets then we’re out fishing” Soap called from outside. “got it!” Konig responded, already pushing himself up above you.

you opened your eyes, looking straight at his cock. he pushed your legs to your chest, looking into you panicked eyes. he knew you’d never shut up with his cock inside you, he was excited.

“here.” he placed a spare shirt in your mouth, at least giving some muffling to the noise you were bound to make. the birds outside and sound of the lake of course could limit the amount of noise you make as well, but he knew it would give you more comfort and allow you to relax more if your mouth was covered.

he gripped his cock slapping it on your pussy before slowly shoving the tip inside. he sighed heavily, closing his eyes. you gripped his arms, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth clenched down on the shirt. “relax angel .. lemme fuck you ..” you whispered , cupping your cheeks.

he inches forward, moving his hips back and forth to get deeper in you. it hurt, per usual. feeling him stretch you out like this. he was already so deep into you, you hadn’t noticed him picking his pace up.

he watched as his cock came out covered in your white mess, hissing in awe at how wet he got you in such little time.

you were a mess beneath him, moaning into the shirt as your surroundings began to slip your mind. what once worried you became irrelevant in your eyes. and konig loved it. “you love taking cock in front of my friends huh libe?” he grunted, leaning down to your ear.

you nodded frantically, opening your eyes to meet his. nothing soft or sweet was in those eyes, no. he had a dark look, almost sinister. it was always a fantasy of his to fuck you in front of his friends. the risk, the vulnerability. “say it. say you love taking this fat cock.”

you muffled it back to him, enough for him to understand. he twitched inside you as he pumped faster. soon, it wasn’t just your muffled moans and his quiet whimpers. your pussy began to squelch around his length, your wetness dripping down your ass and covering his shaft.

“i’m n-not gonna be able to hold it ..” he grunted, looking around the tent. he heard Simon call out happily to greet who he was assuming was Gaz and his girlfriend.

“gonna let me fill you up before we go talk to my friends?” he looked back down to you, a sinful smirk painted on his handsome face. you nodded, looking up at him and batting your pretty lashes.

he took the shirt from your mouth, gripping your face. “say it.”

his hips pumped faster, pushing your legs up to let his cock hit you deeper. you cried out, biting your lip quickly after. “come on baby before they get back over here.” he whispered into your ear, already feeling his balls tighten.

“oh fuck Koni.. f-fill me up please” you whined, praying it wasn’t loud enough for the others to hear it from across the camp.

he shot his load just as you finished your sentence, dropping his head into your neck to muffle his own pathetic whimpers. his hands grasped your hips as he held you steady, fucking his cum deeper into you.

his body shook before collapsing onto you, his cock slowly softening inside your sticky cunt. “i love your pussy baby..” he breathed out, taking his thumb and placing it over your wet clit.

“k-konig they’re coming back now.” you said, looking up to listen better to the approaching footsteps. “just cum on my cock baby then we can go out.” he said tiredly, wanting to nkw fall asleep instead of going fishing.

while it did feel good, the voices of his friends getting closer made you nervous. “it’s okay baby trust me..” he said, picking up on your nervous demeanor. “just focus on how good in making this clit feel.

he was making it feels good. you were already so close when he was pounding into you, it didn’t take much for your bundle of nerves to bring you your high.

just as they came back, you covered Konigs once again hard cock with your cum, the mixture of yours and his seeping out of you. he smiled, kissing your flushed cheeks.

“Konig Gaz is here.” you both would hear Soap call out. it was impossible they didn’t know what you both had done, but Konig simply pulled his pants back up, quietly buckling his pants before fixing his slightly messed up hair. “you get ready.. i’ll tell them we took a quick nap.” he winked, before leaving your lifeless body and sore pussy to get up and ready.

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THE CLUB

— Gangmember!chris x rich!reader

Warnings: use of y/n, mention of cigarettes.

Wc: 1.1k

A/n: should I make a Chris’s pov?

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The air felt heavy, the music pounded in your ears, and your chest rose and fell with difficulty. It was too much.

“Can we leave now?” you asked as you clung to your fur jacket.

“But we just got here,” your friend protested.

You looked around—the place was packed with people drinking and dancing. The air was thick with smoke; you weren’t even sure if that was legal. It was clear you weren’t used to being in places like this.

Your eyes landed on a man sitting at the back of the room. It was the same guy from the other day. He was with a group of guys, talking. A cigarette occasionally rested between his lips. His gaze met yours. A shiver ran down your spine. His eyes stayed on you as a faint smile appeared on his face. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I think I’m gonna leave now,” you murmured almost an hour later, not sure if your friend even heard you. You decided to leave her dancing with other mutual friends and started walking toward the exit.

“Leaving so soon?” a male voice sounded behind you. Your body tensed—you recognized that voice. “That’s a shame.”

You turned around to see the same guy from the other day.

“Good night,” you smiled slightly, trying to sound polite, but your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress.

“What’s a girl like you doing here?” he asked, his brows slightly furrowed. You simply shrugged.

“I came with some friends, but I’m heading out now.”

The guy frowned. “You’re leaving alone? That’s dangerous.”

“I’ll call a taxi,” you said, trying to sound indifferent.

“I’ll go you.”

“What?”

“I’m coming with you. I’m not letting a young, pretty girl walk these streets alone,” he said just as indifferently. The difference was, he actually meant it. “This neighborhood is dangerous—even getting into a taxi with a stranger isn’t safe.”

“You’re a stranger.”

The corner of his lips curved into a small smirk. He glanced away before looking back at you and licking his lips. “I can assure you, you’re safer with me than with anyone else.”

“Why? Are you one of those bad boys that everyone’s scared of?”

He let out a chuckle and placed his hand on your lower back, starting to guide you toward the exit.

The cold air hit your face, and you couldn’t suppress a shiver as you stepped outside.

“You never told me your name,” you said, turning to look at him.

The guy seemed to think for a few seconds, deciding whether to answer or not. “Christopher, but everyone calls me Chris.”

“Alright then, Chris, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.”

Chris smiled again. “Are you always this formal?”

“Yeah, I guess. That’s how I was raised.”

He nodded and looked around. “Let me take you home.”

“What?”

Chris rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to you. “I’ll take you on my bike.”

“In this dress?” you said. Chris looked you up and down.

“You look really pretty.”

You rolled your eyes but a soft blush crept to your cheeks. “You tell me how dangerous this neighborhood is, yet you offer to take me when you’re also a stranger.”

“Stop complaining so much.” He placed his hand on your lower back again and led you to the parking lot.

Despite the crowd inside the club, the parking lot was deserted. When you reached his motorcycle, he took off his jacket and handed it to you. “You’re gonna be cold like that.”

You looked at the leather jacket and then at him, skeptical. Finally, you accepted it and put it on. His cologne filled your senses—it smelled incredible. When you looked up, Chris was holding out a helmet for you.

“But my hair will get ruined…” you murmured.

“I assume you’ll go to bed when you get home—it’ll get ruined either way.” He placed the helmet on your head and adjusted it.

“If you take me anywhere other than my house, I’m warning you—I have pepper spray in my bag. And if you kidnap me, it won’t take long for people to find me. My father will have hundreds of people looking for me.”

Chris smirked. “Don’t worry, princess, I’m not gonna kidnap you.” He pulled down the helmet’s visor. He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you onto the bike before swinging his leg over and sitting in front of you.

“Hold on tight.”

You ignored him, gripping the back of the seat instead. But as soon as he started the bike and took off, your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling.

“You tell me where to turn.”

You didn’t dare lift your head.

“I live in Beverly Hills.”

“Rich girl, I see,” Chris murmured, though you didn’t hear him.

The ride was smoother than you expected. At red lights, you could feel Chris glancing over his shoulder at you, but he never said anything.

“What street do you live on?” he asked as you neared the area.

“Just drop me anywhere, I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I’m not letting a stranger know where I live.”

Chris shook his head and started slowing down as he pulled into a parking lot.

“And here I thought you were just some naive little girl.”

You clenched your jaw but chose to ignore him. When he turned off the engine, you pulled your hands away from his waist. Chris got off the bike effortlessly, grabbed your hips, and helped you down.

“Thanks,” you said as you took off the helmet.

“It’s nothing.”

You started to take off his jacket, but he placed his hand over yours to stop you.

“Keep it. It’s yours now.”

Your expression softened, and you slowly moved your hand away from the zipper. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “Well… thanks.” You smiled. “I guess I owe you one.”

“Seeing you again will be enough.” He smiled back.

You nodded. “Good night.” You bid him farewell, giving him a slight nod.

You walked toward your house, unaware that Chris was watching, wanting to make sure you got home safely—and to see where you lived.

He parked his bike in a secluded spot with a good view of your house, watching as you stepped through the grand front yard. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet—your bracelet. He stared at it with a faint smile.

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[navybrat817]

For valentines ficlets: eyes locking across a room with Chris? He’s so precious hehe.🥺🥺

Syd, I love this man!

Across the Room

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Female Reader

Summary: You didn't really want to go to the party, but you were glad you did.

Word Count: Over 730

Warnings: Love and lust at first sight, tension, slight feels, Destroyer!Chris (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The party was in full swing when you arrived, music pounding through the speakers as you made your way to the basement bar. Grabbing yourself a drink, you felt the lively energy flow through you when you looked around. A few people were dancing, and others were scattered in small pairs and groups, laughter and chatter spilling over. You recognized just about everyone, and you didn’t plan to stay long, but it would’ve upset your best friend if you didn’t make an appearance.

“There you are!” Shauna yelled, nearly knocking the drink out of your hand when she went in for a hug.

“Here I am,” you smiled. You could smell the liquor on her breath, and she’d probably make you do at least one shot to catch up a little. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hey, you showed. All that matters,” she said over the music.

You sighed inwardly. Parties like this used to be so much. Drinks flowed, excitement felt contagious, and nights felt endless. Something changed along the way. The more parties that ended with you going home by yourself made you realize how lonely you were. There was no one to wake up beside you in the morning, and no one came home to you at night. It hurt.

One thing you refused to do was settle. You wouldn’t just drive yourself into the arms of someone you knew you shouldn’t be with just to take away the loneliness for a night. You just wondered when things would turn around.

As if by some divine voice who heard your heart crying, you turned and locked eyes with a man across the room. They were the bluest eyes you had ever seen and they pulled you in. If you drowned, your dying words would’ve been to thank him. Everything made sense, and nothing made sense at all when he softly smiled.

“Who is that?” you asked, still tangled up in his stare.

“Oh, that’s Chris. He’s new to the area,” Shauna replied, giving you a gentle shove forward and making some of your drink spill over this time. “He’s totally checking you out, so go.”

He kept smiling when you glided across the room. No one seemed to touch you or block your path, almost like they knew not to interfere. And as luck would have it, there was an open spot right beside Chris. You expected half the party to be vying for his attention, but maybe they were put off by him being an outsider or his dangerous aura.

It drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Hey,” you breathed.

“Hey,” he smirked.

His eyes were somehow brighter up close. Your fingers itched to reach up and trace his goatee. Glancing down, you spotted a few rings on fingers and wondered what they would feel like grazing or digging into your flesh. You managed to give him your name and hoped he was sticking around, but he had his jacket on like he wasn’t planning to stay long either.

“I’m Chris,” he said, clinking his bottle against yours in lieu of a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” Taking a swig, his eyes went to your lips when you licked a drop away. “You’re new around here.”

“I am,” he confirmed, your stomach twisting in a delightful knot as his eyes swept over you. “Not a bad place, but I don’t know my way around just yet. Wouldn’t mind showing me sometime, would you?”

It thrilled you that he asked, but you didn’t want to appear too eager. “I may be able to do that.”

“May?” He raised an eyebrow. “How can I turn that into a ‘yes’?”

“Step outside with me so we can talk away from the noise and I’m sure you can find a way to convince me,” you smiled, knowing full well you’d show him all the best spots and hidden gems.

He smirked and took a swig of his own beer. “Lead the way.”

Slipping your hand in his, you winked at Shauna watching across the room. The voice in the back of your head said not to rush into his arms just because you felt an instant connection, but you had a good feeling about him. Even if you didn’t take him home tonight, there was always tomorrow.

And for the first time in a long time, you were glad you went to a party.

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[gingiesworld]

In The Stars (1/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of death

Word Count: 5.7k

Every Sunday, without fail, Y/N would spend a few hours at their wife's grave, telling her about their week, putting fresh daisies in the pot, Jean's favourite flower. That would always be before they would head over to Pietro Maximoff's for Sunday dinner.

The two had met in their first year of college, being roommates and soon becoming fast friends. It was Pietro who had introduced Y/N to Jean at a college party they had both attended, soon falling head over heels for her. They had been together all through the last three years of college, Y/N then proposing after they had graduated, knowing they had saw a future with her.

Once Y/N had arrived at Pietro's, they let themselve's inside, soon hearing voices coming from the living room. They could hear both Pietro and his wife, Monica talking with another. Approaching the living room with caution, after taking off their jacket and hanging it up, they stood in the doorway, their eyes landed on an unfamiliar woman with brown hair. Although they had recognised her from some pictures dotted around Pietro's house.

"Y/N! I didn't hear you come in." Pietro beamed as they stepped inside. "Here." He handed them a beer from the table as Y/N sat down in an arm chair. "Y/N, this is Wanda, my younger sister." He introduced them.

"We're the same age." Wanda told him, only getting waved off by her brother.

"I was born first." He reminded her.

"Wow, 12 minutes before." She told him, a teasing undertone in her voice before turning to Y/N. "It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you over the years."

"All good, I hope." Y/N smiled gently, taking her hand in a friendly shake.

"Of course it was." She told them.

"Well, someone had to keep him out of trouble." Monica spoke up, taking a sip of her wine as Pietro feigned hurt.

"I was a model student." He protested, making the other three laugh.

"Really, like that time you ran naked around the quad at lunch time?" Y/N told him, bringing up one of the many fond memories they had of their college years.

"Well, I managed to win over my wife with that." He smirked triumphantly.

"No, I just felt sorry for you." She told him, nudging his shoulder. Earning a low wow from her husband. It was in these moments that they shared with their best friends that helped them after their mornings at the cemetary. Giving them a sense of familiarity and comfort that they needed during the last couple of years since the accident.

"You're married?" Wanda questioned, referring to their wedding ring, which they had refused to take off. She never noticed Pietro's head shake as Y/N smiled down at their finger.

"I was." They answered her honestly. "She uh." Y/N played with their wedding ring as they thought of Jean. "My Jean passed away."

"I'm so sorry." Wanda apologised, instantly feeling a regret of asking them, not knowing how raw the loss was.

"Hey, Wands." Pietro spoke up. "I need your help a moment, with dinner." Wanda nodded as she soon followed her brother to the kitchen.

"I thought we were ordering?" She asked him, raising a confused brow.

"We are." He told her. "It's just that, Y/N comes here every Sunday after they visit Jean. They always spend every Sunday morning with her."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make them uncomfortable." She told him. "I was just curious."

"I know, it's okay." He told her. "It was two years ago, but it's still kind of pretty raw. They were together since our Sophmore year at college." Wanda nodded, listening as her brother spoke before they were interrupted.

"Hey, I'm going to head home." Y/N told the two.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Wanda started, Y/N gave her a kind smile, waving her off.

"You didn't." They told her. "I've just had a really long week and I'm exhausted." They spoke calmly, although they were a swirl of emotions inside.

"We can always have dinner another night?" Pietro suggested.

"Of course." They agreed. "How about we have it at mine? On Wednesday evening?"

"Sounds like a plan." Pietro agreed.

"Of course you're welcome to come too, Wanda." Y/N told her.

"I'd love to." Wanda smiled, agreeing easily. Wanting to know more about her twins life since she had went to Oxford University, and living in London for years after her graduating. Y/N then bid their goodbyes before they headed home.

"I guess now it's just the three of us." Monica said as she entered the kitchen, refilling her glass. "So, how is Vis?" Monica asked Wanda, who tensed at his name.

"He is good, happy with the woman I caught him with." She answered, anger seeping through her tone.

"Is that why you moved back here?" Pietro asked her. "Or is there more?"

"Well, I miss you and our parents." She told him. "And I had no reason left to stay in London anymore." She helped herself to more wine. "Although, I am thinking of starting a new book. I have some ideas I have been playing with, but it's something I am excited about."

"That's amazing." Pietro beamed. "But I'll still kick his British ass if I ever meet him." The two girls laughed before they all retreated to the living room, deciding on where they were ordering from.

--

As the days passed and Wednesday arrived, Y/N had prepared everything for the dinner. Cooking was always something they had loved to do, finding a sense of calm in the daily task. Although, they settled on pasta carbonara as they had a tiring day at work, and needing to shower.

"Hey." They greeted the three as they answered the door, allowing them inside.

"It smells nice in here." Monica complimented them, before turning to Pietro. "Why don't you ever cook for me?"

"Unless you want salmonella or a frozen pizza that's still frozen." Y/N teased, recalling their time together as roommates.

"I thought he could cook." Monica gasped, recalling the home dates they had.

"No, it was me hiding in the kitchen." Y/N told her, leading them to the dining room. "I remember he once tried to roast a chicken, it was burnt but still raw."

"The oven was broken." He whined, making them all laugh.

"He was always like that, even when we were kids." Wanda told them. "He once set the toaster on fire while making toast."

"It's like he has a special talent." Y/N laughed before they headed to the kitchen, Wanda following behind them to help bring through the drinks and food while Pietro mumbled incoherently. The four of them shared small conversations as they ate, before Y/N decided to ask Wanda a question. "I hear that you're a writer?" They asked her.

"I am." She answered, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I am currently working on a novel idea, just trying to work out the plot and plan it out."

"Pietro told me you have also wrote some poetry?" They asked her.

"I used to." She told them. "But unfortunately it wasn't good enough."

"Well, I'm sure whoever said that, is completely wrong and untalented." They told her, Wanda smiled shyly as she sipped her wine.

"Y/N here runs their own business." Pietro told Wanda proudly.

"I wouldn't call it that." Y/N told him.

"I would, you have your own employees who work for you." Monica told them. "You built it from the ground after finishing college before doing a course in construction."

"That's amazing." Wanda told them with a smile.

"Jean helped me a lot with it." They tried to wave them off, not sure how to take the proud compliments. "She used to take care of the office work so I could still head out on jobs." They smiled sadly before they started to gather the empty plates, Wanda then stood up and followed them, helping with dishes.

"I know that sometimes it's sad to talk about her, especially with her not being here with you." Wanda spoke tenderly, watching as they rinsed the plates. "But it does help sometimes, to remember all of the good that she brought into your life."

"She was everything that was good with my life." Y/N told her honestly. Wanda could see the pain and grief in their eyes, but their was also a glimpse of comfort as they spoke.

"It is best to have loved and lost, than to have never known true happiness." Wanda told them. "The pain that is left behind will always be there, but so will all of those memories you both had created together."

"She was my happiness." Y/N told her honestly. "I loved everything about her. Her voice, her laugh, I loved it whenever she sang, although she couldn't really sing, but seeing her happy whenever she was lost in a song." They smiled at the memories, unaware that both Monica and Pietro were eaves dropping. "She brought me so much comfort and happiness, and I fell more and more in love with her every moment I spent with her. Even when she would try to fight me to get me to drink water." They laughed lightly, unaware of the growing ease within as they spoke. "Jean was an amazing and remarkable woman, she was serious but she had a playful childish side. She was just perfect and I was lucky that I got to call her my wife, my soulmate. She was my forever." They told Wanda, a tear falling from their eye. "Thank you." Y/N whispered as they wiped their eyes.

"For what?" She asked them.

"For listening." They told her. "It's not easy for me to talk about her, but I don't know why I even told you about her." They looked at their hands, confusion etched onto their face.

"You do know why." Wanda told them. "You don't quite know it yet, but you." She then moved towards them. "So, what's for desert?" She asked, raising her brow as Y/N chuckled at her.

"Well, I didn't have time to make one from scratch." They answered her as they moved towards their freezer, taking out four small pots of ice cream. "So, I improvised, besides I know Pietro's favourite is cookie dough."

"It's like he's constantly going through a break up." Wanda joked, grabbing the spoons as the two laughed, Monica stifled her own as Pietro scowled, making their way back to their seats. Both Wanda and Y/N had joined them shortly after. The four of them enjoyed the rest of their evening, full of laughter and more digs at Pietro and his lack of cooking skills. 

"Well, I guess we should head out." Pietro said, standing up from his seat since they had since moved to the living room. "Monica has work in the morning, and we know that if she doesn't get enough sleep, I'm the one who suffers when she comes home." 

"Of course." Y/N smiled, following the three of them as they made their way towards the front door. Pietro and Monica had hugged them, bidding their goodbyes before Wanda. 

"Thank you for tonight." She told them, a smile on her face as the two were being watched. 

"No, thank you, Wanda." They told her sincerely. "It felt great to finally talk about Jean."

"Well, if you ever want to talk about Jean, or anything at all, I'm here." She told them with a soft smile. "Besides, it's nice to make a new friend in a new place." 

"I'm glad we can be friends." Y/N smiled gently, Wanda's smile matching theirs. "I hope we can hang out again sometime, I especially could do with more embarrassing stories of Piet, and I'll even give tell you some too." 

"You have a got a deal." Wanda agreed, the idea of having more ways to tease her brother extremely appealing. She then gave them a short hug before bidding her goodbye and making her way to the car, Y/N waving them off as they drove away. Once they had locked the door, they made their way to the garage, the smell of sawdust and wood filling their senses as they moved to the rocking chair they was currently working on. Finding a sense of peace and comfort at the task, humming to the song that was on the radio as they worked. 

--

As time went on, Y/N still remained with their Sunday routine, although spending more time with Wanda had become a part of their life. A fresh bouquet of daisies in their hand as they approached Jean's grave, clearing out the old flowers before placing the new ones, and wiping down the head stone before they took a seat on the soil, not caring that it was still damp from the previous night's rainfall. A smile on their face as they looked at her photo, it was one of their favourite pictures of her, the smile that she hated which had always made their heart skip a beat. 

"Hey, I'm back again." They smiled as they started talking. "I met Piet's sister a few weeks ago as you know, but we have also been hanging out together more and more. She is the complete opposite to him, she's funny too." Y/N continued to talk to her about their outings with Wanda, although they could feel a twinge of guilt, realising that Wanda had managed to make her way into their heart as Jean had done before. "But I don't want to forget you." They whispered, their eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I can't explain what I feel when I'm with Wanda, I know we're both friends but I can't help thinking that maybe there could be something more. Is it wrong?" 

"It's not wrong." A voice spoke from beside them, their attention turning to the next plot. "You're still only young, and it's okay to move on, that is what she would want for you." They gestured towards Jean's headstone. "I'm Charles." He held out his hand for them, Y/N stood up, wiping their hands on their trousers before shaking it. 

"Y/N." They introduced themselves. "But why does it feel wrong?" They asked him. 

"Because Jean still holds a place in your heart." He told them. "Moving on doesn't mean you're replacing her, it's just that you have so much love inside of you that their is still some love left to share." Y/N listened to him. "Jean would want you to be happy, and she would want you to continue to live your life, whether that be with someone new." He gave them a gentle smile. "When I lost my first wife, I was lost, I thought that there was no hope left, I was ready to give up and then I met Connie, she broke through to me, she made me feel something again and I didn't feel the pain of loss as strong as before." 

"So, it's okay to move on?" They questioned, still unsure. 

"Of course it is, as long as you are ready to yourself." He told them. "I have known a lot of people throw themselves into meaningless physical relationships after losing someone, and that never ends well. The shame along with the grief can be overwhelming, so you have to know yourself if you are ready, if your heart has healed before you do move on." He patted their shoulder. "But only you can know that, only you can know if you are ready." 

After their encounter at the cemetery, they had decided to miss having dinner at Pietro's, unsure about seeing Wanda, confused about their feelings. They made their way back home, and headed towards their garage, putting the finishing touches on the rocking chair before varnishing. It was a surprise gift they were making for Pietro and Monica, knowing that the two were trying for a baby. 

"Hey." A voice interrupted them, turning off the radio as they concentrated on the varnishing. "How long have you been working on this?"

"A few months." Y/N mumbled, finishing the first coat before putting the brush down, turning around to see their younger sister. "How's Lena?" They asked her, moving to wash their hands in the sink before moving to hug Kate. 

"She's good." She answered them, returning the hug. "Who's the chair for?" She questioned. 

"Still full of questioned I see." They mused, a smirk on their face. 

"Yes I am, now answer it." She told them, a proud smile on her face. 

"Pietro and Monica." They answered, the two heading towards the kitchen. "They're trying for a baby, and I thought it would be nice for the nursery." They grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. "Although, they don't know about it yet." The two moved towards the living room, sitting down on the sofa. "How was Russia?" They asked her. "You went to visit Lena's parents right?" 

"We did." She answered, reaching for the remote. "It was cold, very cold but it was nice for Lena to see them, I know she misses them both a lot, and Natasha can be a little bit too overprotective." 

"Well, she is her baby sister." Y/N told her with an understanding. 

"Not of Lena, she's overprotective of me." Kate told them. "She claims she doesn't care about Lena."

"Believe me, she cares about Lena more than she will tell you." They told her. "It's how siblings are, you should know this." 

"Yeah, yeah." She waved them off, looking through Netflix for something to watch. "Well, what are you ordering for dinner?" She asked as she soon settled on Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. 

"What?" They chuckled as Kate turned to face them. 

"Food. Things you eat." She told them. "I'm feeling like pizza." She told them matter of factly. "You should order pizza." Y/N only chuckled before they reached for their phone, opening the app and ordering their pizza as the movie started. As the movie went on, Kate then turned to Y/N, observing them. 

"What?" They asked as they felt her eyes on them.

"You seem different." She told them, watching as they turned to face her. "It's a good different." Before they could respond, the doorbell rang, prompting them to get up and get their pizzas, setting them both on the coffee table as Kate sighed contently at the smell. "You seem happier, like you aren't in pain as much as before." 

"I am happier." They answered her honestly. "I feel lighter, like I'm not drowning in grief as I once was." 

"That's good." She smiled softly. "You deserve to be happy, Jean would want that for you." 

"I know, I have already been told that once today." They told her, recounting their visit to the cemetery, Kate listening to them and nodding in agreement with Charles, but not pushing them for more details. The night went on as the two watched multiple movies, until Kate had fell asleep on the couch, prompting Y/N to carry her to the guest bedroom, tucking her in once they removed her shoes before closing the door behind them as they left. Checking that they had locked up before they retreated to their own room, doing their night time routine before they climbed under the covers. Reaching for their phone, seeing a message from Wanda from earlier, typing out a quick message before they lay back, staring at the ceiling before their phone pinged with another message from Wanda. 

Wanda: You're still awake? 

Y/N: No, I can sleep text :)

Wanda chuckled at the humour as she lay in the bed of her brother's guest bedroom, enjoying this side of Y/N. She was unsure of what to text back, that was until her phone rang, Y/N's name showing up on her screen. 

"Hey." She greeted breathlessly as she answered, unable to fight the smile on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked them. 

"I am." They answered her truthfully. "For the first time in a long time, I am okay. How are you? Are you okay?" They asked her, curious as to why she was still awake so late. 

"I am." She told them, pausing slightly before adding. "I think."

"What's happened?" They asked her, she could hear the rustle of their sheets as they moved to sit up, leaning up against their headboard giving her their full attention. Listening as she laughed slightly, before she let out a shaky sigh. 

"It's just Vis." She told them, unsure if she should continue. 

"What did he do?" They asked her, although the mention of her ex made them feel both uncomfortable and angry. 

"He texted me, he somehow found my number and told me he is moving here." She told them, Y/N remained silent allowing her to continue. "He had been promoted but it comes with a transfer to the New York branch, and he wants to meet up with me. I don't know what to do." She spoke barely above a whisper. 

"Did you love him?" They asked her tenderly. 

"I did, but he hurt me and I don't exactly know who he is anymore." She told them honestly. "I don't want to go back to being the woman he continuously tore down, I have been happier since leaving him behind in London, since being here with my brother and since meeting you." 

"Then you don't have to meet with him." Y/N told her. "You are your own woman, you are allowed to make your own decisions and make your own way in life. Just because he is moving here, doesn't mean that you have to see him or get back with him. You should do what you feel is right for you in your heart, what you know will make you happy." Wanda listened as they spoke, a small smile playing on her lips. "You create your own path in life, you get to decide who you want to be in your life to celebrate your successes."

"So, I shouldn't meet up with him?" She asked them. 

"You already know the answer to that, Wanda." They told her softly. "The answer is in your heart or that feeling in your gut. The one person you should always trust is yourself." 

"Thank you." She whispered, wiping a tear that had fell, knowing that they were right. "Would you stay with me, at least until I fall asleep?" She asked, her voice small as she was afraid of what their answer was going to be. 

"Of course I will." They told her, reaching over to put their phone on charge and on speaker, resting it on the night stand, not knowing that Wanda was repeating the same actions before getting comfier under her blankets. Wanda listened as Y/N told her about their surprise visit from their younger sister, her eyes slowly growing heavier before she succumbed to sleep. Once Y/N had heard a small snore, they smiled as they settled themselves, closing their eyes and sleeping. 

--

Since that night, Wanda had distanced herself from Y/N, she was ashamed of her actions and her request for Y/N to stay with her while she slept, she had even ended the call abruptly when she woke before Y/N. Although Y/N was confused, with their growing feelings for her and the way she hadn't really spoken to them since that night, but they had respect for her. So, they decided to respect the space she had clearly wanted, even though it had seemed to hurt them slightly. 

"Hey." Pietro spoke up, entering Y/N's house and seeing them on sat on the sofa, their laptop open as they finished up some office work for their business. "Are you okay?" He questioned as he sat in an armchair, causing Y/N to look up briefly. 

"Yeah, I'm okay." They answered him, returning their gaze back to their task at hand. "Are you okay?" Pietro sighed, seeing a change in their behaviour, like they were going backwards from when they had lost Jean. 

"I'm okay, I'm just worried about you." He told them, watching as they moved the computer from their lap and getting on their feet.

"You don't need to be, I'm fine." They said as they walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the fridge.

"Are you sure?" Pietro asked as he followed them. "You haven't really spoke to anyone in a while, nor have you came over for Sunday dinner." He watched as Y/N sighed, putting the bottle down on the counter.

"I've got some paper work to do." They told him, turning to face him, their expression void of any emotion.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Pietro asked, a gentle smile on his face. "But I will never push you, and I will always be a call away."

"Thank you." Y/N replied sincerely. "I really appreciate it." They then picked up their bottle, making their way back into the livint room. Pietro sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get much of a conversation out of them, deciding to bid his goodbye. Y/N then leaned their head back on the sofa, rubbing their face with a groan. They felt bad for blocking him out, but they didn't want to press for information on Wanda, respecting her space.

Although, Wanda wasn't much better, she had spent most of her time hold up in the guest room, her laptop on her lap as she sat in the dark, the Dick Van Dyke show was playing in the background.

"Hey." Pietro knocked lightly on the door, gaining his sister's attention. "I made some tea." He approached her, handing her her cup of tea, watching as she inhaled the warm scent before taking her first sip.

"Thank you." She thanked him, holding the cup between her hands.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Yeah." She answered him, although he could tell she was lying.

"You know, you can always talk to me if ever you need." He told her, not wanting to push her, she gave him a small smile before taking another sip before placing the cup on the nightstand. "So, what are you working on?" He asked her, intrigued about her story ideas.

"I'm just working on a plan for my next book." She told him. "Hopefully it will be better than my previous work."

"All of your work is amazing." He told her proudly.

"No, it isn't." She whispered sadly, the words of her ex flashing through her mind about her poetry and previous novels. "That's what he always said."

"He as in Vis?" Pietro questioned, watching as Wanda only nodded, closing her laptop. "He is completely wrong, you sold thousands of copies, all he got was a job at his family's business. You worked hard to get your works out there, you did that all on your own." He opened his arms for her, watching as she quickly dived in for a hug. "He is nothing but a piece of shit, and you deserve to find someone who will love you for who you are, someone who will encourage you to write every idea that comes into your mind."

"But, what if I don't find them?" She questioned, lifting her head, Pietro wiped the tears that had fell.

"You will." He told her, a gentle smile on his face. "We don't choose love, it finds us, and it will happen when you least expect it."

"Thank you." She spoke tiredly, laying back on her pillows, watching as Pietro moved her laptop over to the desk.

"Get some rest." He told her, covering her with the covers, placing a kiss to the top of her head. "We'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that, he left with a soft click of the door. Wanda closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to sleep.

The garden was full of laughter and children running around playing. Wanda soon stepped out into the yard, approaching the figure who was stood at the grill, two cold beers in her hand.

"Here." She handed them the beer, which they had taken thankfully. "How are the steaks?"

"Cooking nicely." They answered her, a smile on their face as they took a sip of beer. "The boys, hotdogs are ready for when they've worked up more of an appetite."

"Boys!" Wanda yelled, turning to face the two troublemakers, watching as they both froze in place. "Hotdogs are ready." She told them, grabbing the two plates and adding corn and some potato waffles for them.

"Yayyy!!" The twins squealed excitedly, grabbing their plates before heading over towards the table to settle down and eat. Wanda watched the two with a full heart, a bright smile on her face before she turned to Y/N.

Wanda jolted awake, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, glancing at the time and seeing it was a little after 1am. Getting herself out of bed, not really bothering about changing as she grabbed her shoes and coat, heading downstairs and running straight towards the exit. She had been having the same dream every night, but this time she recognised the other person with her.

She knew exactly what she had wanted, she knew exactly who she had wanted, after trying to deny her growing feelings for so long since that night. She had no idea how long it took her to walk to Y/N's, but she soon found herself stood on their front porch, her heart hammering against her rib cage as she knocked on the door. Soon hearing shuffling feet on the other side, followed by the sound of locks before the door opened.

"Wanda?" Y/N questioned, in shock that she was finally stood before them. "What are you doing here?"

"I just needed to see you." She told them, unaware of how Y/N's heart was racing too. "Can I come in?" She asked shyly, shuffling on her feet.

"Oh yeah, of course." They stepped aside, allowing the warmth of the house to wrap around her form. The door closed softly, the two stood their quietly before Y/N spoke up again. "Would you like a coffee?" They asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.

"Please." She whispered, soon following them further inside, she was looking around, seeing some changes to the decor. "Are you redecorating?" She asked as she leaned against the counter, watching as Y/N brewed up a fresh pot of coffee.

"I am." They answered, turning to face her. "I figured it was time for a change, especially since."

"I know." She spoke softly, noticing their swift change in demeanor, knowing they were thinking about Jean. "I uh, I should apologise." She started, ignoring Y/N trying to wave her off. "I shouldn't have disappeared the way I did, especially after you helped me."

"Hey." They spoke softly, stopping her ramble. "It's okay, I understand how hard it can be to be vulnerable with someone again, especially after everything." They poured out two cups, handing one to Wanda before holding their own between their hands. "I'll be honest, I have struggled with that myself, with letting someone else in since Jean was the last person to break down my walls." Wanda took a sip of her coffee, watching as Y/N looked inside their own cup. "That was until you came along."

"What?" Wanda whispered, her heart beating impossibly faster.

"I can't really explain it, but you made me feel something more again." They started nervously. "It's extremely easy to talk to you, I feel a comfort and safety with you that I haven't felt in a long time." They chuckled as they placed their cup down on the counter. "I have tried so hard as to not forget the love I had for Jean, or the love we shared, I actually gave up on love and happiness, because she was it for me." They chuckled lightly, their eyes soon finding Wanda's green ones. "That was until I met you."

"Y/N." Wanda whispered, Y/N shook their head.

"Please let me get this out." They pleaded, Wanda only nodded, her own cup lost on the counter. "I thought I was never going to feel anything again, but I feel something for you, and it goes deeper than I ever thought it would." They took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't exactly have words for how I feel right now, but I want to figure it out, if that is also something that you would want too."

"Yes." Wanda breathed out, tears in her eyes which Y/N had wasted no time in moving forward and wiping them away, but leaving their hands resting softly on her cheeks. "I want to explore what this is too, because I can't explain what it is that I feel either, but I have been having the same dream, over and over again, but it wasn't until just now that I have finally realised that it was you." She watched as a smile formed on their face. "It's you who my heart calls for."

"Can I kiss you?" They asked softly, looking deeply in her eyes, only finding comfort and certainty.

"Please." She breathed out, Y/N soon closed the gap, pressing their lips against hers softly, Wanda's hands held their wrists softly, smiling into the kiss, breaking it and Y/N rested their head against hers.

"Stay the night with me?" They asked her, watching as her eyes slowly opened and met their own.

"Of course." She agreed easily, Y/N took her hand, leading her up the stairs towards the master bedroom, the two soon lay down, Y/N wasted no time in wrapping their arms around her, holding her close as the two soon fell into a deep slumber.

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[sunseed-fandump]

Considering the kids are after the Soul Jam in the Bad Batch AU, what do the Ancients think of them?

Hollyberry Cookie appreciates their spunk and strong ambition, but is concerned when it comes to their outlook. She’s a mother, she can’t help but see them for what they are: troubled kids who don’t understand what they’re getting mixed up in. While she doesn’t know what they’ve been through, and she certainly believes they need a good scolding for all the trouble they’ve caused, she thinks they have good hearts underneath their attitudes.

Dark Cacao Cookie is not impressed with them. After all, they might be children, but that does not excuse the things they’ve done. Wizard’s blatant practice of forbidden magics especially rubs him the wrong way. They lack honor, discipline, and have shown no remorse, therefore they should be punished to the fullest extent of the law. (But a part of him, that part of him that hopes to see his son again, hopes that maybe they can be turned away from this dark path like his son.)

Golden Cheese Cookie wasn’t thrilled when the kids tried to destroy the Golden City, but when Gingerbrave chewed her out, it gave her pause. It didn’t so much offer her a new perspective on herself, like the boy had been trying, but offered her a new perspective on him. She sees that he and his friends are children who have lost everything, but where she had the power to attempt to regain everything she had lost, they didn’t have the luxury. She feels pity towards them as a result, still not 100% happy with them, but she isn't as quick to condemn them as she otherwise would have been.

White Lily Cookie looks at them and knows exactly what’s going through their heads. If anyone can relate to them, it's her, the hero who brushed up against darkness and was broken apart as a result. If she were to find out about their origins, especially Gingerbrave’s suffering at the hand of the Witch, Strawberry’s horror upon seeing a cookie get eaten, even Wizard’s close call with being devoured, she’d feel nothing but pure sympathy.

Pure Vanilla Cookie has the most hope for the children, and wants nothing more than to give them the compassion they have been sorely missing. They are lost, confused, lead astray, and have hurt many cookies as a result. His wish for all Cookies to be happy extends to them. Even if the world has totally given up on them, he will not. If they are ever truly sorry for all they’ve done, and they try to seek redemption, then he will always reach out a hand for them to take. They need only find the strength to take it.

He remembers the time they spent together while he was still Healer Cookie. He remembers how they flinched away from touch as if expecting to he struck. How they thought his kindness and concern was fake, as if he were trying to get something from them. How they weren't at all surprised when the villagers of the Raisin village had tried to kick them out, as if they had experienced such treatment multiple times.

He sees their hostility is hiding deep wounds that have never fully healed, and those wounds have festered into these violent habits.

He puts his duties as a healer before his duties as a king. It is his duty to help those who are hurting. And these children are very very hurt...

[k1mbe3rly]

request for AIB karube where he comes home from a stressful day at work and just wants to be on the game w arisu and chota but on the other hand reader has been needy all day and rides him while he plays and arisu and chota can hear through the mic

yess ofccc

Mic NOT muted

warnings:smut

Karube has been having a stressful week, so complicated for him

All he wanted to do was go home, shower, eat, play with Arisu and chota and sleep. And that’s exactly what’s hes gonna do

The moment he got home he quickly greeted you with a small kiss on your cheek, “Hey baby, im gonna take a quick shower okay?” he told you as he didn’t wait for your response and went to the bathroom to shower

You were left there confused, all day you’ve been needy for him and even sent him a few dirty messages, he obviously gave the same energy back but now he was acting like he wasn’t in the mood for it, you plopped on the couch waiting for him, hearing the shower go on

After a few minute you heard it turn off, peeping over the couch you see karube come out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he speed walked towards the bedroom and not long after came out with clean clothes, “Karubeee..” you whined to him as he looked at you and did a hm, he grabbed food never seeing him eat so quickly

You watched and pouted a bit continued waiting even more than you shouldn’t have too, once he was finished he spoke to you quickly “Baby ima play the game okay?” he said stealing a small kiss from you, you were about to speak until he walked away, you groaned for a bit

20 minutes later

You walked to where he was playing, the room filled with gun shootings and the sound of his muffled friends screaming and yelling out coming from his headphones, you got closed as you stood behind him and tapped on him, he looked at you than back at the screen, “What happened baby?” he quickly spoke as his hands ran over buttons, “Baby. I want you” was all you spoke to him

He paused for a moment but kept going with his game, “Okay- hold on okay? i’m in the middle of a game..” He said still focused on the screen, “But i’ve been waiting all day” You simply told him as he sighed, “Than you could wait a few more minutes” he said back, you pouted a bit as you went infront of him sitting on his lap facing him

He didn’t mind just wrapped his hands around you to keep playing and moved his head to see the screen better, you could feel your cunt throbbing in neediness as you pressed down on his thigh putting pressure onto your cunt, “Baby..please?” you whined to him

He sighed muting his mic, “Just wait. I’m almost done okay? after i can fuck you” he told you looking at you a bit sternly, “Babyyy!! i can’t wait! i’ve been waiting all day.” You told him, “I’m being serious. Just wait” he told you again as he unmuted his mic again and kept talking to his friends, you pouted a bit and decided to take things in your own hands

Your hands fumbled with his pants, quickf pulling them off as he widen his eyes but doesn’t say anything at first and kept going, you went to his boxers, you looked at him for a moment and just pulled them down without hesitation, he growled a bit as he gave you a warning glare

You only hummed and pushed down your shorts and panties and hovered back over him, you stroke his cock till he got hard, his groans blended in into the game a bit, once he was completely hard you positioned your self on his tip rubbing thru your folds, he threw his head back for a moment and breathed heavily

He tried to ignore you and keep playing his game until he felt you sink down with a loud groan he let out, “Karube? you okay?” Chota asked in his headphones, “Yea- yea i’m fine..” he spoke as he stared at you got a moment before his gaze went back to his screen as you tighten your cunt around him

You giggled softly as his jaw clenches in annoyance, you slowly begin riding him as he let out another soft groan, your hands on his shoulder as your hips moved back and forth on him, your mouth opened but nothing came out, feeling his cock inside you was good enough to get what you want for now, he didn’t mind this at all especially with your warm feeling and him playing was like a bonus for him, he bit his lip as he managed to keep on playing his game

Not even that long after he died “God damnit i fucking died..” he said as he shoves his controller on the desk sighed as Arisu and Chota was heard laughing thru the headphones, instead of raging and sulking like he usually do after he dies he watches you ride him, he stares down at your hips as he held onto them as well guiding you, “Fuck yea..” he whispered to you

He continued staring down watching only your hips and pussy ride on him, he looks up at you keeping eye contact enjoying the feeling of this, he guides you to ride him a little bit faster “Mmmm..fuck just like that baby.” he speaks again, the headphones and the game was long gone, he already forgot about his friends and all he was thinking about was your warm tight cunt on him, you pull his headphones now to his neck and kissed him, he kisses you back with no hesitation as he groans at you still riding him

He pulls back breathless as he felt his orgasm rising, he thrusts up a bit to be even deeper inside you as you moaned out, soft moans begin falling out of your mouth as he continues his thrust upwards, “M’gonna cum baby..gonna cum inside you okay?” he said panting as you quickly nodded, he let out a loud groan and finally came inside you, feeling his cock pump out all his cum in you made yourself cum as well, you panted and gasped a bit

Once he finally calms down he looks over seeing the “GAME OVER” screen and quickly remembers his friends “Ah fuck..” he said real quick pulling back his headphones which were only heard of laughter “Shut the fuck up. Nothing here is funny” he said harshly, “Bro forgot to mute” Arisu chokes out and Karube rolled his eyes, “You couldn’t wait or what?” Chota said, Karube groaned again “Shut the hell up virgins. You know what fuck both of you i’m out” he said clicking on the call “Yea yea see you tomorrow man” one of them said as he hung up and sighed looking at you

You just giggled and he chuckled a bit

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 15 - Barty Crouch Jr. | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 1,096 Final Part of Healer Apprentice James Part 1 | Part 2

James knows that they’re getting weird looks. People understand Sirius being here, he’s Regulus’ brother after all and their relationship has been greatly improving since they both agreed to come stay with James instead of their parents. However, James and Regulus are much more under wraps, so there’s many looks being sent their way -- understandably, the ‘Golden Boy’ of Gryffindor wearing a Slytherin tie and standing on the Slytherin side of the bleachers right next to Sirius, Pandora, Marlene, and Evan cheering on their friends and partners. 

It’s also how James is one of the first people to make it down to the field the second that Regulus goes down, their friends right after them. It’s how James is the first person not on a broom to make it to his fallen body, especially since Poppy is still up in the infirmary. 

Barty, who touched down next to Regulus just moments before James got to him, pushes their captain away and puts up a fight against him -- he’s understandably, trying to get James away from his seeker, but neither Barty nor James care. The others take to making a space around them to get the rest of the teams and anyone else that may have rushed forward away. 

James just focuses on keeping him stable, on checking over him, making sure his pulse is still there and his breathing is even before starting on the more in depth searches, pulling out their wand and doing scanning spells. They barely register when McGonagall and Slughorn get to them and are let in by their friends. 

McGonagall hunches down on the ground next to the two, putting her hand on James’ shoulder, “Talk to me, what’s going on with him.” 

James mindlessly prattles off what they’ve discovered so far to her, doing another spell to keep him stable in case Regulus’ body decides to give out. They barely register the terms falling from their lips, but they know that the woman is keeping up with it -- you can’t be married to the very person that taught James all of these terms for so long and not know how to keep up with it. 

McGonagall nods, “Alright, you, Mister Crouch, and Mister Black take him up to the medical wing. Your friends can go with you, I’ll deal with everything here. You’re dismissed, James.” James nods, thanks the woman, and calls for Barty and Sirius. The two come rushing over and help James pick their boyfriend up. The three of them make their way to the infirmary, Dorcas, Pandora, and Evan making a blockade around the three. James hands Regulus off to Barty while they go to prep a bed and Sirius goes to grab Poppy -- this looks like more than James is going to be able to do, let alone by themself. 

The woman comes rushing in, telling everyone but James to leave and give them space. Reluctantly, the group does so -- James thinks they hear something about Sirius going to get Remus and be back -- while the healer and her apprentice get to work on doing what they can to help Regulus. 

“It’s a good thing you’re a fan of quidditch.” Poppy says once they’re sure that Regulus is stable. James sits on the bed next to his head, watching his face, “I don’t tend to like those games and having you down there to jump in and do what you did today will be a great help and worry off my back.” She laughs gently, her crow’s feet wrinkling at the motion, “Perhaps I should take on apprentices more often.” 

James smiles at her, the dread they had been feeling slowly ebbing from their chest now that they’re sure he’s stable and they know what they can do to check on him at any point, “I’m sure it would be nice.” 

Poppy stands up and puts a hand on their shoulder like she tends to do, “He’ll be okay. Have faith in your capabilities.” And with that, she walks out of the area, going to do something else. Their friends fill into the small area soon after that, bombarding James with questions about how Regulus is doing. They reassure the group, saying that he’s stable and going to be asleep for a while but they’re monitoring him. They’re informed that Remus and Pandora -- the most rational of the group currently -- went to go see the aftermath of the attack, because they all know that this wasn’t an accident, but will be back soon. 

Sirius is the last person to leave after a while, though he seems about starving, so James tells him to go ahead, perhaps even bring up some food for his friend and brother and reassuring him that they’ll be there when Regulus wakes up, no matter their duties with the other patients in the infirmary. Sirius nods reluctantly, whispering, “I’m glad he has you to take care of him.” And walking away. 

Regulus wakes up not long after that, just as James is finishing up with their rounds and has sat back down on the bed, “Sorry, did I wake you?” They reach out to run their hands through his hair, hopefully helping him come back to reality, “How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit.” Regulus grumbles quietly, moving to sit up. 

James stops him, “I’m sorry, love, but you can’t sit up right now.” They laugh gently at his groan, “I know, I know, but it’s just going to make the injury worse. I can get you another pain draught if you want.” Regulus nods and they stand to grab one that he’s allowed to take right now, handing it off to him. He drinks it gratefully, asking about what happened. James fills him in, running their hands through his hair and along his face. 

“Thank you, Jamie.” Regulus hums, his eyes growing lidded again. James smiles at him and is going to tell him to get more rest, but then Sirius is coming in with some food for them, Barty and Evan in tow, and James is moving to help him sit up in a way that isn’t going to disturb his healing and running another screening spell to assure their friends that he’s doing fine. 

James, unfortunately has to leave him to sleep in their own dorm, but they promise to him that they’ll check on him bright and early, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“I’m glad I have you to take care of me.” 

They smile at him gently, “Always and forever.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

hiiii !! i had an idea for a request, but it’s totally okay if you don’t feel like it !!! it would be like the original lineup of gnr x reader (axl, izzy, steven, slash and duff)

the idea was that the reader (fem!reader) is a friend gnr bring along to have sex with on tour, after an episode of maybe kinky and rough sex where they pushed reader to the brink (everything consented) they all do aftercare for her and are really sweet and caring to her for the first time ever, she’s surprised, i don’t know if this could be taken as a request really, but it’s an idea i had that seems interesting to read, if you don’t feel like writing it’s totally okay anywaysssss. perhaps if you don’t feel like doing it for all the guys at the same time, you could do it with just axl¿

Warnings: None, just fluff although smut is hinted to

Your body ached all over, mind fuzzy and you couldn't move so you just laid there on the bed with the five men around you, laughing and joking around.

Occasionally they'd bump you and you'd twitch, every gentle touch feeling like a thousand.

Slash leaned closer to you, brushing your hair out of your face so he could kiss your forehead. "How're you doing down there?" He asked, a small smile on his face as his eyes trailed over you, taking in your disheveled state.

"She's not moving." Duff said, his hand on your shoulder and giving you a gentle shake. "I think we broke her."

"Axl, go get a wet cloth." Slash said, getting your hair away from your face and neck where it clung to sweat.

"You can't just tell me what to do." Axl huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Slash shot him a look before getting off the bed himself, but not without smacking Axl in the back of the head as he left to the bathroom.

Steven moved up the bed. He snaked his arms under you and lifted you up so you were sitting, mostly in his lap and leaning back against him. "You did so good, you know." He gleamed, kissing your cheek over and over. "You took five guys, been taking us for, like, a month, that's pretty fucking hardcore." His giggling warmed your heart, weak smile finding its way to your face.

Duff moved closer to your side, carefully taking your chin in his fingers and turning your head so you were looking at him. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He asked, giving you a once over to look for any real injury. "We'll give you a break for a while."

Slash returned with the cloth, climbing onto the bed to wipe you down. "Axl, can you go get snacks or something?" He asked, irritation in his voice as he already knew the answer.

"Give me the cloth, you go get snacks." Slash huffed and tossed Axl the cloth before heading off to the kitchenette in the hotel room, digging through the snack bag on the counter to find something you'd like.

Axl crawled closer and started wiping you down, making sure each stroke was gentle and nod snagging, you didn't need more stimulation. He was very sweet at times, especially with you. He put you to sleep more nights than you could count, singing you soft melodies with that deep voice.

Axl mumbled the words to American Pie to you, effectively putting you to sleep again.

You woke up occasionally, your body still hurting. You were in the bath with Izzy who was cleaning your hair, it was hard to shower on tours so getting a bath was a luxury.

Slash was there too, rubbing your legs and massaging you, though he was mostly just staring at your soaped up chest. You weren't awake long but they'd murmur praise and affectionate words to you whenever they noticed your eyes open.

You weren't sure who's shirt it was they put you into but it was big and warm and smelled like them, cologne with the everlasting scent of week old sweat. Axl's American flag boxers, you were sure he was the one to put them on you just for fun.

There was no way they were all fitting on the bed but they did try, every night you were in a hotel. Duff called dibs and held you loosely, letting you have your space since he heated up at night and didn't want to make you sweat after your bath.

Steven didn't care and straddled you, nuzzling his face into your chest with his arms wrapped around you. He stared up at you, a big grin on his face. "You're so pretty." He gleamed, pecking your chin and cheek, whatever he could reach. "And you smell nice, which is good, you were starting to wreak." Duff playfully swatted him in the back of the head.

"He's right though." The bassist mumbled, threading his fingers through your hair and leaning over to kiss your forehead. "Not the smelling part, but you do smell good... you're really pretty."

"Your vocabularies are scary." Axl grumbled from his place on the floor. Normally he'd be bullying Slash off the couch but tonight he wanted to be close to you, even if he couldn't be on the bed.

"She's ostentatious." Izzy spoke, looking at you from the chair in the corner, the band nicknamed it 'the cuck chair' and you, unfortunately, knew why.

Everyone looked back at him. "The fuck does that mean?" Axl asked, peering over the bed at him.

Izzy chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "I just thought of the biggest word I knew."

The debate went on, better words to describe you. There was a point system but really all their talking helped put you to sleep, they could call you whatever they wanted, but knowing they were doing their best to call you beautiful didn't hurt. Neither did Steven pecks throughout the night or Duff's gentle squeezes of your shoulder.

[yunwangja]

sooo... haikyuu boys as long distance bfs headcanons what r u thinkinggg. (tbh anyone js PLS include hinata im so down badddd) IDEK IF U TAKE REQUESTS IM SORRY i js had dis thought

ur wish is my command !!! okay here are my own hq headcanons. note that this is what i just imagine in my head, idk if i’ll be out of character at some point. also, this is like a city-away type of long distance okay? lol!

i hope you guys like it !!!

i’ll start with 3 characters (which are all from karasuno) but i will make other parts! if u guys want to request a character just comment them down or send an ask <3

i excluded kuroo and kageyama because you can read my completed smaus to know #marketing

hq: long distance bf headcanons

hinata, tsukishima, sugawara

hinata shoyo

u guys bonded over a common interest online and would meet up w e/o occasionally

was completely unaware of what was going on before you got together

when you confessed on chat he had a big question mark on his head. “wait” “what?” “that was flirting?”

he’d always think of u as a best friend but after thinking about it when u confessed, he realized what he felt for you. “let’s date then! that’s what we should do, right?”

such a cutie bf! a golden retriever bf.

he’d ask bf tips from ryu, his “successful senpai” and ofc i think u know how that would go

on your first monthsary he surprised you and shipped a box of goodies and some couple items (a shirt, a bracelet, and a cap) with as per ryu’s advice of course.

since u guys are long distance you occasionally meet up for dates at least once every month. and it’s ALWAYS something productive.

there’s just always an activity. he always makes it a point to make the most our of the quality time you have together!

if both of you are too lazy to think he’ll just teach you volleyball lol

was so nervous to start being physically affectionate with you. esp since u guys don’t meet up a lot. he was SHAKING when he first held your hand. AND HE WAS SO FLUSHED WHEN YOU GUYS WALKED HAND IN HAND IN PANIC IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

once you got comfortable being affectionate he was such a soft boy and a yearner!!!! he started to really enjoy getting pats from you and getting complimented.

after a match, whether it was practice or official, he would flood you with messages on how it went and would always wait for when you’re available to call!

calls you “babi”. like literally, ba-bi. he thinks it’s cute.

love language is sending you tiktoks, making you do couple tiktoks with him, and scrolling on tiktok while you guys are cuddling on the couch.

loves to discuss “what if” scenarios with you. literally things like “what if we met rihanna while eating at subway” (yeah like thats possible)

not that he overthinks but he’s just always asks you why you like him. more like, curiosity. because sometimes he be just analyzing volleyball matches and you think he’s hot. he wonders why you think that way.

he just constantly wonders what you found in him to like him romantically. maybe because before getting feelings for you, he was just very focused on his own goals.

R U GETTING ME??? like i think it wouldve been hard for him to think of himself as romantically attractive esp at the beginning

he’s very thankful that u think that way though !!! he always gives u the credit when it comes to being where the two of u are now

nonetheless though, as the two of you spend more time and be completely part of each other’s lives, he is happy to have you and loves you really well

tsukishima kei

u guys met at a concert one day and connected online. he asked for ur ig because u looked cute (he didnt say that of course)

i think that if he’s in a rs and ur his gf, there’s a side that only you could see.

there are ways he would act with you in private that he wouldnt dare do when anybody else is around. just like being very intimate or sincere (lol)

but he will still let everybody know you’re his gf. when u meet up he’d put his waist around you all the time and give guys around you a glare

he rarely posts pics of you two together. it’s mostly just YOU.

he has pics of the two of you of course but he never shows it to anyone except you, he thinks its a “for our eyes only” type of thing.

i don’t think he’d be a jealous bf though. he just likes to intimidate them, and just setting his place lol

when he confessed he FLOODED u with messages like “okay don’t over react.” “i like you.” “i don’t expect anything, just do what you want.” “don’t make a big deal of this, okay?” “yams told me it was but it’s not.” “so just don’t, okay?”

just imagine how he was when you said you felt the same LMAO he almost dropped his phone!

he used to hate video calls but learned to love them because of you because he’d rather see your face than just chat you

he’s competitive. especially with roasts. he loves to roast you then you try to fight back but he never backs down. both of you never take it seriously though, it’s a love language

loves to send you playlists or songs that he likes during the time

dates are very much chill, mostly just going to a cafe or such. he says travelling is already tiring so he doesnt want to do something that requires lots of energy

(he is very motivated when he commutes for a date with you though)

you guys like to go to concerts too, but he insists always getting a reserved seat (and not standing) because it’s such a hassle.

he doesnt tell you but a dream date of his for the both of you is a roadtrip. he wants to drive you somewhere a bit far, but he’ll bring it up soon when he can actually do that already lol

he also has a personality of just randomly going to your city if he misses you too much

he’ll just call you and ask you to check outside ur window and he’s there holding up some snacks.

“hurry up its getting cold”

this happens mostly during night though

the train station always closes on him so he just stays over til the morning (it was his grand plan all along)

a very good listener. whenever you go to him and share a problem, first thing he asks is, “do you want me to cheer you up or give you advice?”

i think it’s like a thing he does because if you really need more empathy (bc he can be bad at showing it sometimes?) he’ll really focus his energy on doing that, but if you want him to help, he’ll do that instead.

it’s his way of trying to understand and take care of u better!

sugawara koushi

(read faultline, it’s my ongoing smau thank you)

now with suga i’d like to think there was intention RIGHT from the start.

u guys met through a common friend! suga saw you in one of your pictures with them and got curious.

ur friend told u and ur like okay gimme his ig ;) you did NOT care that he was from another city and you’d probably be long distance.

after weeks of talking he wanted to confess properly in person, so he asked you out and officially got together!

N-E-WAY he is just a gentleman a big green flag <3

he cant see you every single day BUT he promised that every friday, he would go to your city and pick you up after univ/work. like ALWAYS. he made it a point to see you every week and he has never failed.

HE CALLS YOU DARLING!

he loves pinching your cheeks and ruffling your hair

he gets along really well with your friends, too

when he gets to tag along at hang outs he is such a good talker but he secretly flirts with you and you always tell him to shut up

my point is he has a duality. and its crazy

my man believes in enthusiastic consent. at the start of ur relationship he would always ask you, “is it okay for me to do this?” when doing something new with you

u know during ur first kiss he asked u that and u were like, “please, don’t ask me again the next time.”

one thing he doesnt ask permission with though is doing video calls. it’s just a given to him that every night he’ll call you. you’ll most probably pick up

ofc if u dont its no biggy lol what i mean is just it’s an automatic thing for him to do once he’s done with his day

he loves watching movies! you’d party stream a movie online then discuss them and really analyze everything lol

he loves going on museum dates or the like when you both have the time. he loves going to explore new things and getting to know more about… stuff… with you! (LOL I KINDA LOST IT THERE)

kinda a worrier! but he just always needs reassurance that ur fine

laughs at you when ur mad because he thinks you’re cute! when it’s not anything serious and you frown, he always finds it adorable

ready to RIOT when someone hurts you ! he becomes a different person when it comes to that

if someone did you wrong he is cold and unforgiving. u r lowkey scared urself but you’re also not coz he’s ur man and YES GO SUGA! (ok im sorry my inner voices)

a planner. when you got in a comfortable, secure place in ur rs he started discussing his future and how you fit into it

he always asks what you think, and its never an unpleasant or pressuring conversation

part of that is when u get married he wants to invest in a house at the countryside so you guys can grow old together there <3 so cute

[softlypaintedseafoam]

i'm not sure if this falls under chat/suggestion or request so if this feels more like a request feel free to ignore and delete! but which asl brother do you think is the most romantic?

don't worry, this falls under chat/suggestion for me \^o^/! sorry for taking so long getting back to it, i was focusing on wrapping up my vday event and a few gifts for my friends

hmm the most romantic asl brother... taking away my extreme personal bias, i think i'd rank it sabo, ace and then luffy in terms of being intentionally romantic but there's something uniquely them that makes them romantic in their own way

sabo is your classic gentleman; no doubt some of that is in part of ivankov making sure the boy knows how to treat a partner. flowers, little notes to find at your desk, all the works. being the no. 2 of the revolutionary army doesn't leave much time at hand for dates, so sabo makes dates happen where he can especially if your schedules collide. he's stubborn, after all. if he can shoehorn a brunch, lunch or dinner date with you while assignment, he'll do it

he keeps a photo of you on his person when he's away on missions you're not a part of. it's a nice physical reminder of why he fights for what he does and he tells you the photo grants him luck. expect souvenirs from each place sabo has gone to as well. he never leaves a place without a gift for you if he can help it. a dried sunflower from dressrosa, a copy of a well-known epic from the taya kingdom or shimmering maple leaves from an autumn island

second in the lineup is ace. he often worries his sleep attacks will put you off, (and he has admittedly fallen asleep at inopportune moments like the middle of dates, right before a date, or in the middle of other activities) but he does his best to compensate for any incidents that may occur because of it. you'll find his efforts endearing, though. he is happy doing the corny thing of pulling your chair out before you sit at the table and ordering all your favorites off the menu (you'll likely be dashing the moment you finish eating though)

he's also easy to fluster when you flirt, but he will have his uno reverse card moments where he has the upper hand. while not one for extreme bouts of pda, he has been known to use his hat as a shield to kiss you if he can't resist the urge. he also gets invested in your hobbies and interests. if you enjoy reading a good book, he will happily listen to your read it (even if he may fall asleep from time to time). it makes him happy sharing that part of your life with you

meanwhile luffy is all about spontaneity, freedom and you'll never find a more supportive boyfriend than him. he supports your dream with as much vigor as he does his own. but he'd probably be slow on the uptake; you have to be direct with him about stuff you want or he won't feel inclined to do it himself since he doesn't know it's something you're expecting. you'll likely not want for presents though! luffy is inclined to grab things that remind him of you to gift you later. another bright side, luffy is more about experiential dates rather than traditional

fishing together, sneaking into the kitchen to try cooking one of sanji's recipes together or trying out some town's local-typical activities for the first time. moments that build long-lasting memories for the two of you are his preference. but if a traditional dinner date is what you're hankering for, just let luffy know. he has no problem telling sanji to whip up a romantic dinner for the two of you!

and if there is one thing all three brothers have in common, they will yap off anyone's ear off about you if given the chance