#bc we both like shiny things

[crossbackpoke-check]

i saw the d3 acha coho tiktok and saw your tag about how to spell s(h)(e)(a)(w)n and as I watched it with the roster pulled up next to the video so I could figure things out I HAD to come tell you that it was spelled 'shjon' because LOL. but then I saw your other post and saw that you not only already figured it out but you had a DIFFERENT tag about the 8-3 game last night. i know what game you're talking about; i listened on the radio. i've been sad ever since and it would make me feel better to tell you that you're not special - everyone takes advantage of our terrible powerplay and yet we REFUSE to stop drop passing. sorry you definitely didn't expect a salty shiny helmet fan in your inbox just please be gentle with us tonight. Christmas isn't for another month - stop lighting up our goalie :( although huge congrats on winning the tournament last year i was cheering for you so hard to defeat the Evil and you did :)

​feeling shrimp emotions right now as i try to convey the whiplash this ask gave me… first of all 🥺🥰😭 that you were gonna come tell me how to spell shjon and then 🫵 SAME GAME???

but GOD the experience of “listen i know—shhhhh shhh shhh shhh i haven’t even started yet—i KNOW it looks cool when you do a no-look behind the back pass. it does! when it works. you know what we look like when it doesn’t work? fuckin’ STUPID!!!!” is universal. me 🤝 you 🤝 yelling at our hockey team to stop doing stupid drop passes!!!!

(p.s. wish: granted! most of it was the fact that your baby goalie did better than [redactedx2] and that’s all the shop i will talk here for purposes of not doxxing either of us lmaooo)

[solipseismic]

how is it that we get a roommate to replace the former roommate whom we had beef with for screaming at their video games and the new roommate does the same exact thing but with a different emotion. like didn't we get you to avoid this exact scenario

[phagodyke]

so sweaty at work its actually revolting

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ staying the night at your ex-husband's house was a mistake. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. you and gojo have a daughter. oral (m. and f. recieving), satoru calls you a slut + whore, degradation mixed with praise, mocking, dacryphilia.

author's note: edit—crying bcs an irl read this and alluded to it in one of our convos pls actually kill me /hj

"hey, sweetheart," the man holding your daughter's hand says casually, as if he doesn't know how much you hate the pet name. "you took your sweet time."

a familiar scowl makes its way onto your face and you cross your arms. "satoru, will you ever stop calling me that?" you ask exasperatedly, pressing two of your fingers into your temples.

six years.

you've known satoru for six years, and you were his wife for four of them. now, after a long, painful road, you two were finally divorcées.

it's been a year since you and satoru ended things, and sure, it was hard for all of you, but life moved on. your daughter, to her delight, still gets to see her father on weekends. and unfortunately, you usually tagged along.

"mommy, can we stay for the night?" your four year old asks, looking up at you with big, shiny eyes. "please?"

you hesitate — if it were up to you, you wouldn't stay in this house, the one you once lived in any longer. "sorry, pumpkin. i think we should go. wouldn't wanna intrude on daddy's space any longer."

you hate the look on satoru's face when you refer to him in the same way your daughter does. fucking pervert.

"you two can stay as long as you want," satoru interjects smoothly. he smiles lazily, kneeling down to your daughter's height and ruffling her hair. "it's kinda late, isn't it? i'd hate for you to have to drive all the way back in the dark."

"yeah, mummy!" your daughter says, nodding along to satoru's words. "i'm tired."

you wince and ignore the smug grin on satoru's face as he stands back up with a soft grunt. "we should head home, kiddo. i bet your dad has work to do, and we have our own house."

satoru frowns slightly at the last statement, but he doesn't even consider shooting back — not in front of his daughter. "sweetheart," he says to you, voice coated in that sickeningly sweet tone that you hated, "it's late. and i don't have any work."

when satoru sees the way you scowl at him, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "you have any other reasons why you wanna leave?"

none that you need to know.

both your ex-husband and your daughter, who takes after her dad more, take your silence as grudging agreement. 

"hey, kid, d'you want to go to bed?" satoru fondly asks your daughter, ruffling her hair again. when she nods, sleepiness evident in her eyes, satoru scoops her up and carries her off to her room without looking back.

when they turn the corner into your daughter's room, you sigh and plop down on satoru's couch. your ex-husband was an infuriatingly good father, and it pissed you off. 

a couple minutes later, satoru strolls out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. 

"so, babe, you dating anyone?" satoru says conversationally as he plops down on the couch next to you. he's close enough to make you tense, but stays just out of your personal space.

"what's it to you if i am?" you mutter, ignoring the pet name. you know that if you tell him to stop, he'll just say it more, so you don't bother.

he scoffs and faces you, resting his back against the arm of the couch. "what's up your ass today?"

"fuck off, satoru."

satoru whistles and tsks at you, shaking his head. "language, sweetheart. you kiss our daughter with that mouth?" 

after a couple seconds, his expression softens and he studies your face carefully. "what's on your mind?"

and just like that, you're back to the times when the two of you were happy. back when satoru wasn't such a dipshit and actually cared about how you felt.

unfortunately, those times were over.

long over, you remind yourself as you dig your nails into the palm of your hand. "nothing you need to be concerned about," you reply. your tone is clipped, and the words come out harsher than you meant them to.

satoru doesn't seem to mind. in fact, he has a lopsided grin on his face as he scoots closer to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"you wanna fuck it out?"

his words are so unexpected that your mouth almost drops open. thankfully, it doesn't, but a couple minutes later, your legs do.

"fuckkk," you moan, tilting your head back as satoru's tongue trails a stripe up your slit. 

"keep it down, sweetheart," satoru says without looking up. "don't wan' to wake up our daughter, do ya?"

you hum in response, physically covering your mouth with one of your hands to muffle the sounds escaping the confines of your lips.

in the year that you and satoru had ended things until now, you'd slept with a couple guys. you'd even dated one or two of them, but god, none of them could use their mouth like satoru could.

satoru can't help but smile as he eats you out, pulling away momentarily to shake his head at you. "tsk, you were so mean to me earlier. and now look at you." he dips his head to nip at your clit and grins when he feels you flinch.

"i've barely even started and you're already drippin' all over my sheets," he mutters, lips brushing against your inner thigh. "fuck, takin' my tongue so good, you little slut."

"satoru, i w-wanna cum," you mewl, shuddering when his tongue re-enters your folds. "wan' you inside me."

"i already am, dummy."

you feebly attempt to swat his head in response before scowling and insisting that he knew what you meant.

satoru scoffs as he pulls himself up to face level to you. he readjusts his position over you so your back is pressed into the mattress underneath him before pressing his lips to your ear.

"let's put that mouth of yours to use, yeah?" he mumbles, slipping two fingers underneath his sweatpants' waistband and tugging him off. 

it's been years since you last fucked with satoru, and in that time you had forgotten just how pretty he was. you'd never admit it out loud, but you really didn't mind the reminder. setting into a comfortable position, you wrap your lips around his cock, relishing the way his moans get louder and louder.

you hum slightly, resisting the urge to smile when you feel satoru shake from the vibration. but god, his reaction when you run your tongue over his tip? priceless.

"fuck, baby, it's been too long since you've sucked me off. forgot how good you were- aah," he cuts himself off with a breathy moan. "fuckkk."

you briefly stop to look up at him with a cheeky smile. "you still moan like a girl, satoru."

"and you're as much of a slut for me as ever," he grumbles, reaching down and pushing your head into his painfully hard cock again. "d-don't stop, baby. feels s' good."

satoru's moans only get louder from there, until you have to be the one reminding him that your daughter's asleep two doors down.

"m' gonna cum," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hair and tangling his long fingers in it. "swallow all of it, yeah? don't waste a drop."

you nod your head obiediently, using your tongue just the way you know he's always liked to push him closer and closer to the edge until–

"fuckin' whore," satoru gasps, groaning loudly as he cums in your mouth, hips grinding against your face. "aah, missed your s-slutty tongue, baby, fuck."

"missed your girly moans," you manage to gasp before his tip hits the back of your throat, painfully so.

"shut up and swallow," satoru commands, tugging on your hair just enough to make you cry out. "yeah, who's moaning like a slut now, hmm?"

after you swallow all his cum and lick your now-swollen lips, satoru has you open your mouth so he can check. 

"good girl, looks like there's at least one thing you can do right, even if it is just sucking me off. c'mere," he mutters, pinning you down on the mattress and making the bedsprings creak loudly. "m' gonna fuck you, m'kay?"

you nod, reaching out to stroke his saliva-covered cock. "y-yes, please, satoru."

your ex-husband, who you should really not be fucking with, looks down at you with a smirk and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. "you look so pretty, baby. all covered in my cum, never looked hotter."

he nudges your legs apart with his knee before pushing himself into you, gritting his teeth through a smug grin when you cry out in pain. "careful, baby. wouldn't wanna wake up our daughter with your slutty moans, would ya?"

"s-satoru, hurts s' much," you whine, pawing at his chest. "you're too big, i can't-"

"you're too big, i can't," satoru mocks, rolling his eyes. "how do you think our daughter was made, baby? did the storks just drop her off?"

his next thrust is particularly harsh, and something about your pained cry almost makes him cum again on the spot. "fuck, we should do this more often," satoru cooes, reaching up and stroking your cheek. "wait, you cryin'?"

yes, you were crying. your cheeks were wet with a mixture of your tears and the remainder of his cum from earlier, and fuck, all you could think about was satoru's cock. so much for being so over him.

satoru laughs, shaking his head and slowing his pace to give you a kiss. "just when i thought you couldn't get any prettier, you gotta go and prove me wrong," he mumbles, licking his lips. "god, you're fucking beautiful."

he presses his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue slip into your mouth. "i missed you so much, baby. i still do," he mutters in between kisses. he's controlling the pace, purposefully making each kiss's ending sudden as to not allow you to talk — only him.

"you know how many times i've jacked off to you?" satoru breaths, reaching down to grab your thighs and push you impossibly deeper into him. "you know how fuckin' much i want to put a ring on your finger?"

"satoru, i-" you try to say, but his mouth is on yours before you can finish your sentence. and a couple seconds later, more words are waterfalling out of him.

"fuck, baby, you have no idea. i fucked up, but i swear i've changed. c'mon, give me one chance, i-"

"mummy? daddy?"

you and satoru both flinch and whip your heads towards the door when you hear your daughter's voice, preparing to make up some far-fetched story to tell her besides we were fucking.

thankfully, the universe allows you two seconds to cover yours and satoru's bodies with a blanket before your daughter opens the door and pokes her head inside. "i heard noises."

you look at satoru for help making up an excuse, and thankfully he has one ready to go. 

"oh, we were just watching a movie," he lies, running a hand through his hair. "go back to bed, kiddo. we'll tuck you back in in a second, yeah?"

your daughter looks at you before looking back at satoru and nodding. 

"close the door, please!" you call as she turns to leave. when the door shuts behind her, you let out a long exhale and bury your head in satoru's chest.

and to your horror, the door opens once more.

your daughter looks at you with shiny, curious eyes. "mommy, are you and daddy back together?"

satoru saves you from having to answer that impossible question with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "go back to bed, pumpkin. i'll be there to tuck you in."

ten seconds after the door shuts for what you hope is the final time, you turn and glare at satoru. "you're gonna tuck her in?"

satoru scoffs in mock disbelief, raising his eyebrows and pointedly looking you up and down. "if you wanna tuck in our four year old daughter covered in my cum, be my guest."

you nudge his arms off of you and bury your face in a pillow, groaning softly. "fuck you, satoru."

"love you too, sweetheart."

[loganlermanstanaccount]

hear me out..what abt u and miguel in a hotub trying to hide that fact that you guys are literally screwing eachother in front of the others🤭🤭and he’s talking u through it..whispering in ur ear..telling u to be quiet while he’s literally roaming his hands all over u! 😋😋

this is a leeetle bit funny to me bc in real life, sex is the last thing i'd wanna do in a hot tub. But for Miguel..... 😍😍

Wandering Hands

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: Husband!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary: You're on a trip away with your husband, Miguel. He gets handsy. (Hot tub sex + Husband!Miguel)

warnings: 18+ , fingering, p in v, instructional, Miguel talks you through it, teeny tiny bit of f!dom, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, very very sappy. Minors DNI

a/n: this is disgustingly sappy and cheesy at some points - I kinda have to apologise in advance. I've had a rough week lmao

very big thank you to my beta reader @tianyhi <33

wc: 2.7k

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Wandering hands: Miguel has wandering hands. 

It's your anniversary, and that's the thought you're left with as he kneads your thigh, eyes low at a fancy resort. A resort you practically dragged him to, mind you.  He's a workhorse; absorbed in his job and everything that comes with it. Your husband; diligent and devoted, as always; he needed a break. Somewhere hot, somewhere expensive. It’s what he deserved. And whilst he would never take the initiative to book one for himself, isn't that what a wonderful SO was there for?

To his credit, he's been 'unplugged' since the moment you got here - putting away his work laptop and ignoring all the calls he'd get from overbearing clients. His sole focus for this whole week is you; and he's made that abundantly clear. The lingering looks, gentle touches: everything about him screams love and warmth. And he's all yours - a fact that still sends you spiralling, every now and then. All yours. 

"You're not paying attention, cariño." He says under his breath, swirling the wine under his nose like the man in front of him. 

You're both at a wine tasting, like sophisticated adults (...who had made fun of the idea on the way over). Miguel's wearing pressed trousers that hang on his frame just right, and a tank top underneath an open button-up. The peek of flesh makes you hot under the collar like a Victorian housewife, and you flush when you realise you're staring. Miguel pinches your cheek with a laugh, soothing it with a simple kiss. 

Huffing, you take a sip of the expensive wine without thinking. There’s a gasp from the sommelier, and the small group turns to look at you. Your face heats up when you realise what you’ve done - shirking from the pack of eyes silent with sharp critique. A man beside you taps your shoulder with a slimy smile. 

“Miss, that’s a 1978 Monfortino. It probably costs more than your rent.” 

“...I thought this was a wine tasting. So eventually, we have to… taste. The wine.” Miguel chuckles into his drink, squeezing at your waist. You make a fair point.

The man laughs, smug. “With all due respect, it’s an experience of the senses… maybe this is your first time somewhere with this kind of price tag, but it’s quite rude to-”

Miguel clears his throat, flashing a disarming smile at the man to your side. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, with a dangerous veneer you’ve seen before. The smile he gives before closing a big deal at work, calculated and shiny – when he smells blood in the water. 

“With all due respect, watch your fucking tone.” 

His face drops just as quickly, and he downs the rest of his wine, standing up - hand outstretched to take you with him. Gladly, you follow, click-clacking in your heels and little dress; hand tight around his.

“...Pinche idiota…vete a la verga…smug little-” It’s under his breath, but his intensity makes you giggle. 

In the elevator up to your room, he stews, brow creased in little furrows. A force of habit, he pulls you closer, tucking away a stray strand of hair. With a smile, you knead his temples, smoothing the creases. He visibly softens and leans into your touch.

“You’re on vacation, Miguel. Relax, baby.” 

“S’not that simple.” He grumbles, but chases your lips with his own, regardless.

Defiant, you move at the last moment, chin up in the air.

“No, I’m being serious.” He snakes a hand to your ass, dancing over the hem of your dress. 

"I could think of a few ways to decompress, if you're up for it…" Voice low and silky, want pools at the base of your stomach. 

"Miguelito, the bedroom voice doesn't work on me, anymore." You slather on the charm, batting your eyelashes in a way that makes him laugh. He rolls his eyes. 

"Let's do something. I think…I think the spa's still open? We could get a massage-" 

"I don't want a massage unless it's you, baby."

"...or go to the sauna-"

"Didn't pack the right clothes, m'afraid."

"God, don't be mean." It's your turn to roll your eyes. And you whack at his chest, admonishing him gently. "What about the hot tubs?"

He turns his head to the side as if he's deep in thought. Pondering, weighing up the options; when really, the only thought in his head was you in a tiny bikini. 

"If you insist, cariño." 

~~~

The spa isn't too far from your hotel, a stone's throw from the beach. You walk with Miguel in the pleasant evening heat, flip-flops and cover ups light on your back. 

There at the back, open air, behind rows of beach houses and overlooking the sea. You settle into the tubs, each one sectioned by wooden slats and climbing plants - not visible from the main spa, but not completely closed off, either. You can still hear the quiet buzz of other people, although it's not too full this late in the day. 

You slip the light fabric onto the floor, and step out of the cover-up. Miguel, already in the water, watches the light ripple off of your skin. You don't catch him staring, but you feel it. His gaze is heavy as he drinks it in; you are dappled and gorgeous, and his heart is full. You slip in, shuffling up close to him in the dull thrum of the water jets. 

Eyes closed, you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're staring." 

"Yeah." It's so soft, said in the press of warm bodies, that you almost don't hear it. Playfully, he flicks your forehead - in that little triangle between your eyebrows that appears when you're resting. It's cute, he thinks. "...you got a problem with that?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "It's not too much?" 

He moves closer to you, hands on your hips and mouth pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

"The trip, I mean. It was a little last minute, and there was that thing with our passports…" You sigh, turning towards him, hand on his chest to stop him. "I just thought you needed a break. And I know this isn't usually your thing, but I want you to enjoy yourself. If you're not, let me know, and I'll book the first plane out of here, I promise." 

You're looking up at him, clearly worried, and his heart breaks. It's almost as if you've forgotten that an anniversary entails both people, together as one. The truth is, as long as he's with you, and you're having a good time… 

"Doesn't matter where we go, cariño. I'm right where I need to be if I'm with you." He says it like a statement - so matter-of-factly it makes your head spin. Because, you suppose, to him it was a ubiquitous truth: that in every universe, every iteration, the both of you belonged together. What would sound over the top or cheesy coming from someone else, is made so simple by Miguel. A fundamental truth: his home, his happiness, his heartaches and highest highs, were with you, and you alone. 

"Promise me."

"Hand on my heart, baby." He places a palm that spans the crest of his ribcage. "...I promise."

He guides you onto his lap, so your back presses to his. His kisses are so light and airy, you don't notice how his hand creeps towards your thigh and the gentle movement of his hips under yours. 

"You always take care of me," His hand snaps the band of your bikini bottoms, making you writhe on his lap. "Let me return the favour. Relax, cariño."

You nod, gently, eyes blown when you realise what exactly that means. Miguel's large palms dance over your tummy, pinching at the flesh to make you laugh; and then down to your thighs, to paw at them. He shifts, directing you over the jet by the base of the seat, and there is delicious pressure at your clit. 

He cups your pussy under the foam of the water, ripping a heady moan of which you try to subdue. You lean into it: the hand that's now migrated into your bikini, the rock of his hips, and the hickeys he sucks into skin. Coupled with the fact you were in public, he brings you to climax quicker than even he expected. You were so needy, everything about your body telling him you wanted more - needed more. He presses the pad of his finger over your clit, barely there, and you claw at his arms under the water. 

"More?" He coos, dulcet tones brushing the shell of your ear. "Pórtate bien,  okay?" 

So lost in your haze, you don't register the steady padding of a pair of people coming towards you, behind the wooden divider. A head pops over, and you still his wandering hands. 

"Oh, there y'all are!" You see the bronzed face of Jess and her husband, a couple you had met during the trip. She bounces towards you both with dizzying accuracy, donned in a bright swimsuit and sheer cover up around her waist. Her husband is quieter, opting for a nod to Miguel, behind you. 

"Can we join you? Hope we aren't interrupting anything."

Miguel meets your eyes. 

"Is it okay?" He says, a thousand words said in your exchange. We don't have to do anything, it's up to you.

"It's fine," You breathe and then louder, to Jess. "It's fine."

He kisses your forehead and squeezes you closer, shifting so you feel his growing length under his shorts. An action that would seem innocent to a passer-by but below the surface… 

He starts off slow, imperceptible movements as he strokes your clit. It makes you impatient, irritated that he had the audacity to start something he couldn't finish. Or, wouldn't, rather. You make lazy conversation with Jess and her husband; innocuous little things that barely take your mind off of Miguel behind you. 

Some time goes by, and he's somewhat conservative – hand pressed against your pussy like his fingers were made for you. You get used to the pressure, as Jess talks about her day.

"...they're having a sale, as well! We're gonna go back there tomorrow, because, God, there were these earrings that I couldn't take my eyes off of, real gold, and only-" 

"Fuck!" He slips two fingers in, without warning, sinking to the knuckle as your little hole adjusts. Jess pauses, a little confused. 

"I was just…" He scissors them ever so slightly, enjoying watching you squirm. "...t-thinking about how great that deal was. Like… fuck! Real gold!" 

Internally, you wince, hoping she buys it. Jess isn't stupid, but you don't think she knows you well enough to notice your husband fingering you in a hot tub. You hope. 

"Right." She gives you the benefit of the doubt. "Not gold-plated, real gold."

You nod, hoping the foam from the jets is hiding the way you rock into Miguels' fingers. They feel good, curling up into you at that spongy spot he knows too well. 

"There's a good food spot, by the boardwalk. I think they do…" She turns to her husband, who has an arm draped around her. 

"Pasta, baby."

"Pasta! Yes, of course. We had a gorgeous meal and they served mussels, with the dish you were on about, before."

A beat. And then another. There’s a pregnant pause, before Miguel nudges you gently. "Yeah, sorry. It was the… garlick-y… one that had, um…"

You can't concentrate, against his wide torso, his hands between your legs: your brain goes fuzzy. You catch a smile tugging at his lips; and you almost scream. It's cruel, and all he can do is laugh. 

"Miguel's more interested in that stuff, m'afraid." You give her a weak smile, and Miguel rewards you with a thumb to your clit. 

It takes you everything not to jump at the pleasure that rocks your core; and you clamp a hand to his thigh. You make eye contact and he smiles; the smug fuck; gently chattering on with Jess about your trip to a local market, the other day. He's as casual as can be, and seemingly unaffected. 

You try your hardest to nod and smile where necessary; giving simple answers that wouldn't require much thought. In the cool night air, the conversation is pleasant enough, but your husband insists on stretching out your orgasm – watching for the tell-tale signs and pulling away. It's a game of cat and mouse; and whilst you just want to get off, Miguel takes pleasure in the chase. 

"We should be heading off, I think." Jess says after a while. "Just wanted to catch up with you two."

Miguel smiles, dizzying and innocuous. "We're happy to, Jess."

They slip out with a splash, and she nods towards you. "You ok, sweetheart? You just seem a bit out of it, today."

Perhaps too hastily, you nod. "I think…I t-think it was something I ate."

"Oh." She looks a little worried, and it makes you feel guilty. "You get better then. I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"Thanks, Jess." And with that, they make their way out. 

Once out of sight, Miguel speeds up, his other hand on your thigh to wrench your legs open. The speed makes you dizzy, melting with your head back on his shoulder and desperately humping his hand for some relief. The rock and slosh of water over tiles barely registers in your fog. 

As you moan and writhe, he whispers filth into your ear. 

"Quieter, cariño. What if someone hears?" You whine and all he does is chuckle, lowly. "What if they find you, spread on my lap, fucking yourself on my fingers?" 

"You're being mean."

"Eso no es justo, amor." He titters, shaking his head. "You told me to relax, no? This is how I want to relax." 

Tears prick at your eyes, as he uses his other hand to rub circles into your clit, the warm froth washes over you both, but all you can feel is him. 

"¿Dime que quieres, hermosa?" What do you want?

"M'close, Miguel." You bite down another moan. “I’m ready.”

"Want to feel it, baby. Cum for me."

You tilt your head to the side, and he captures your lips with his own – in awe as you clamp around his fingers. Grinding down on his crotch, you ride out your orgasm. The way he makes you feel is hot, and wet and filthy. 

When your shaking legs still, you turn around to face him. He's hard, and too much of a gentleman to take his own pleasure. You slip a hand into his shorts, hand hot against his cock. It's his turn to lean into the bliss: head back and lips slightly parted with pleasure. 

You've always liked his lips, plump and kissable, a pretty pink that just fits against yours. 

"You're teasing." He hisses softly. 

You scrape your nails along his chest, and he keens, clutching your hand close to his heart. 

"...and what exactly have you been doing all night?“ You make a tight ring with your fingers, squeezing his tip and his hips jump up. 

"Vale, vale, vaaale…." He paws at you waist, a little desperate. "Fuck- I get it."

You give him a kiss, wet and needy, before slipping the gusset of your bikini to the side and sinking down on his length. He cries out and you swallow it, pressing yourself even closer to him. With your tits against his chest like that, he can't think straight. You shift against his length, finding a steady rhythm but it's too slow – and Miguel grows impatient. With a growl, he places both hands on your hips, forcing you downwards as you writhe on his length. 

"Dámelo, dámelo…" He slams his cock into you - hard and fast and just the way you like it. "Just like that, baby, just like-" 

That growing coil at the base of your stomach snaps, and you clamp around him. But he doesn't stop, just fucks you through it until he cums, hot and sticky fluids spilling into you. Panting, you capture him into a kiss. You separate, and he's got a dopey smile on his face. 

Content. Relaxed, even. 

~~~

Jess calls you the morning after, and you answer. 

"Hey, everything ok?" You yawn into the receiver, a little tired from last night's activities.

"I said I would call, didn't I?" 

You hum. "...suppose you did."

"You feeling better now Miguel's not playing with your pussy in a hot tub?" 

Shit. You almost drop the phone. "Jesus, we didn't-" 

"Save. It." She grumbles something you can't quite hear; something you suspect you're better off not hearing, anyways. 

"...Sorry. We weren't really thinking."

"Damn straight." She pauses. "I'm not mad, sweetheart. Can’t even judge you, to be honest. As I always say, it's not a real vacation until you fuck your husband somewhere you shouldn't-" 

"Gross, Jess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did the woman who got fingered in a hot tub just say something??" 

You wince at the vulgarity of her words. 

"....Ouch." 

She laughs into the speakerphone, and you join her. Besides you, Miguel stirs, a little smile on his face. Half asleep, he thinks he’s heard an angel, voice light and airy in the space of your hotel room.

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[adonis-koo]

sweet nothing • 9

| in which he patiently waits one day at a time|

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word count: 2.9k

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Note: no matter how many scenes i write, they're all sad and i'm kinda sorry bc i said this fic wasn't going to have much plot but it somehow has a lot of plot now??? and its kinda sad??? HERE YOU GUYS GO THO

The commotion going on in the estate wasn’t difficult to tell, men had been actively walking more than their usual rotations required and Jungkook knew this was a sign you were causing some sort of chaos as you seemed to do every day now. 

And upon following the trail it led him just a door down from your own room, items being moved and you were currently pouting as you sighed. 

“Do tell me what your idea is for this little renovation project.” Jungkook hummed, leaning against the door, not actually annoyed at how much you always move things around in his estate in fact…Dare he say he felt a little endeared. 

And Jungkook found himself falling into old habits, habit he found himself missing, such as being able to take the time to admire you, all thoughts of work fading from his head at the sight of your dress, just past your knees and a faded checker blue, flowing sleeves that went to your elbows for room and of course the ever growing bump. 

Your hands were set around it seemingly pouting over something before his words drew you out of your thoughts, “Jungkook, I didn’t realize you were home so early.” 

“I have a meeting I have to attend in person later,” Jungkook replied, “You didn’t answer my question.” 

There it was again, that small pout he hadn’t realized he missed so much until it dawned your lips once more, “Well…” You seemed a bit hesitant before you spoke, “I gave it some thought- what we talked about a few days ago, about a nursery and I figured you were right. It’s better we be prepared for it then not.” 

Jungkook was relieved to hear this because while he was trying his hardest to get something on Wonho, there was a smaller, more selfish part of him that enjoyed this, enjoying having you at his estate.

An even smaller part of him not wanting it to end so soon, he had to let go of you once and no it wasn’t fair, but even there was even the slightest chance…well, he didn’t want to let it slip through his fingers and have to let you go once again. 

Jungkook only nodded, “So what's with the look then?” 

“Well,” You gave him a sheepish smile, “I had all of this stuff moved out and realized I have nothing to actually put in here…” 

Jungkook couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pushed off the frame stepping into the room, “Hm, that’s a strange way to ask for money.”

“Jungkook I wasn’t-”

“I’m teasing relax,” Jungkook cut you off, your lips tugging even poutier, you had always been like this, since day one in fact, always worried he’d think you were using him for money, always trying to deter him from paying even if you didn’t have the means to actually afford it yourself. 

It was sweet, “But you’re also in no position to not accept it and I have more than enough money to afford it- it’s a win win.” 

You stared at his outstretched hand, black shiny amex in his hand, “I don’t feel right just using it.” 

Jungkook sighed wistfully, “You didn’t seem to feel too guilty helping your brother with rates and statistics for drug sales.” 

Your lips parted somewhat in surprise, “That was different…!” 

“You’re right,” There it was that stupid teasing, charming smile of his, “It was probably worse.” 

You knew he was only teasing, but something about it made you feel gross still, you had a reason you were in that room, a reason that is long gone from you now, “Well it doesn’t matter anymore does it?” 

Jungkook paused at the sight of your expression dimming as you continued looking out the open window as your hand absently rubbed your bump, “I haven’t done that for a long time now…”

“Y/n I didn’t mean-”

“I know,” You cut him off softly looking back at him and there was an unmistakable look of regret in his eyes, not wanting to cross any lines with you but you were afraid they already had, “I just…I guess I just have some regrets about getting involved….I never wanted to hurt anyone,” You whispered out, “I had a reason I was there and it had nothing to do with the money...For myself at least.” 

Jungkook frowned, there were still so many things he didn’t know about you, your time together having been cut short when you both had first met, “What other reason could there be?” 

It was an indirect question, rather than a rhetorical one, you knew what he was asking. 

You hesitated, but then again, you supposed it didn’t matter now, it was all in the past, no matter how dull it made your heart ache. 

“Well…” You let out a soft sigh, “I’m sure you remember I wasn’t exactly financially stable, and for me that was fine. It was enough,” You nodded to yourself in thought, “It wasn’t much, but it was enough.”

“Until…?” 

“I received a phone call,” You mumbled, recalling the event, “A foster agency, telling me that they did a DNA test on one of their cases and it came out as a match on me and my brother. Just a week old, dropped off right outside the police station.” 

You had to bite down on your tongue, you had thought you were over it, but it still stung just as raw, “Since we were her only blood family I was given the opportunity to adopt her…” You let out a sigh trying to keep it together, “Except I was too poor, I didn’t even come close to having a qualifying salary to show that I could be responsible for her and take care of her…”

“What about Wonho?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side, baffled at this information. 

You let out a loud scoff, bitterness that you had tried so hard to let go of coming back up as you shook your head, “Wonho didn’t give a shit, told me that it wasn’t our problem but I struck a deal with him, if I helped him up until his annual evaluation with you for his first year of work, he’d help me get the expenses that were required to foster her.” 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed as he shook his head, “And?” 

There it was, that little niggle in your head that was angry about it all, angry at Wonho, angry at yourself, especially at Jungkook, “Well all of it fell apart. Very quickly, one thing after the other. I mean obviously you dropped off the face of the planet for months so Wonho wasn’t making money- I got let go of my job because of the murder- everything went void.” 

Jungkook looked away with a long inhale as if he had been mentally prepared for the moment you’d finally cave and say it, but it wasn’t as if you were wrong, you were simply stating a fact, he completely ghosted you and civilization as everyone knew it and just like that, he had left your life as quick as he entered. 

It was difficult to not be angry about it when he was the one that convinced you that the very thing you were afraid of wouldn’t happen, just for a few short months later, let it happen. And you were sure he had his reasons, you were certain of it, but it didn’t change the fact that he left you with little to no explanation and just like that, never bothered to come back, didn’t even so much as send a letter, a proper apology, nothing. 

“I’ve…” Jungkook’s eyes squinted on the ground, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about what happened.” 

You shook your head, “Jungkook, it’s been two years,” Your voice softened, his eyes glancing up to meet yours and once again you felt the dull ache that never went away, “I shouldn’t of brought it up, I’m sorry…it’s in the past now, life went on.” 

“Well it didn’t for me.” Jungkook let out a small breath and you could hear a hint of bitterness in his voice. 

Your lips quivered a little, “Do you have any right to say that?” 

“Probably not,” When did he get this close to you, “But it doesn’t change how I feel.” 

Old feelings were like a dam bursting inside you and you began to shake your head, “I’m not ready to talk about this Jungkook- can’t we just keep pretending like nothing happened?”

Jungkook shook his head, “We’ve both tried this and neither of us are good at it Y/n, I can’t, not when I have a second chance.”

You raised your brows, “No! No this is…” You took an immediate step back, “This is not what this is Jungkook, what happened is over. I’m only staying here because Wonho has a target on his back and you were kind enough to keep me out of the crossfire.” 

“Maybe that’s how it started out,” Jungkook replied just as quick, taking another step closer to you, “Look…I know it’s not fair,” He frowned, as if he hated saying it, “I had every intention to stay out of your life, it wasn’t fair to drag you along back then and that’s why I didn’t, but…You’re here now, right in front of me. So yes…I do see it as a second chance, and if there’s any way I can make it right, I will.” 

You groaned, “It’s not just making it right anymore!” You wanted to scream! “I have baggage now Jungkook!” Your eyes threatened to water as your hands dropped from your stomach, “A lot of it. It’s not just me anymore I’m getting ready to have a baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for.” Jungkook sharply replied, eyes brewing with anger, “And what I’m asking for is you, all of you.”

“You had your chance and you left me, plain and simple, you left. I don’t understand why now…Out of all the time, two years later, now…!?” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice, but you were angry, perplexed, scared. 

Scared just the way you were when he was upfront the first time in that stupid bakery you wanted nothing more then to pretend like didn’t happen, you wanted to pretend like you never got drunk at that stupid bar, that he wasn’t late that day, that he didn’t sat down and offer to pay for your meal for making you wait. 

You wanted to pretend like he had actually listened for once when you declined him asking you out, that he didn’t visit you every morning at work, and more then anything you wanted to pretend like you had a stronger will, that you didn’t let him convince, your mind was flooding with so many memories of him. 

His hand trailing down your thigh while drunk in the back of his car, his eyes when he saw the bust in your lip, his smile when your fingers intertwined with his, his skin etched into yours for the first time, ushered sweet nothings that he’d love you forever. 

But at the time you didn’t realize that forever would only be a short three months then just like that, it was over, and oftentimes you were left many sleepless nights wondering, was it even love? Everything had happened so fast, it felt like forever. 

But two years later, standing in front of him you realized it had been two agonizingly long years since you saw him in person. 

“I made a choice,” Jungkook defended himself, “I stuck to that choice…I was leaving you alone, even if I didn’t want to and then…” He ran a hand through his hair, revealing his face in full detail his eyes baffled as if trying to understand himself, “Suddenly one night you’re dropped in the middle of my office. I didn’t have any pretenses, I was just being nice letting you stay here, I had fond memories of our time together, I didn’t want to let you get caught in the crossfire- it was the least I could do after everything.” 

You crossed your arms as he continued, “And then…I don’t know,” He muttered, “I look at you, I see your smile, I see you standing here pouting and trying to do it all yourself, like you always tried to do. And suddenly it’s two years ago and we’re both drunk sitting at the bar talking about what it would be like to be in love. And I feel the exact same way I did back then, looking at you and wondering if maybe I had finally found it.” 

You felt physically sick, it was like he was intentionally wanting to break your heart all over again, “You sent them to raid my home, you can’t tell me this wasn’t planned…”

“I didn’t expect them to fuckin’ kidnap you Y/n!” Jungkook let out a hurt laugh, running his hand through his hair, “In fact I gave them direct instruction to do the shakedown while you were at work and to not destroy your apartment- you were supposed to be at work!” 

“Well I wasn’t!” You shouted back, “I wasn’t feeling well and my coworker offered to cover! You can’t do this to me! You can’t, not after all this time…” You voice died down, “You can’t just…open all of this back up as a second chance because you’re feeling nostalgic over a fling-”

“You were never a fling to me-”

“That’s how I felt after you left-” You suddenly winced, hand immediately pressing to your stomach, instinctual almost despite the pain coming from your chest, Jungkook’s eyes immediately widening and he had closed the small gap between you both. 

“Let’s get you sat down…” Jungkook murmured and you couldn’t help but stare at his hand, big and calloused, multiple rings just the way you remembered, pressed against your bump and a wave of intense sadness thrummed in your heart, what you’d give to go back and change everything. 

You were too tired to fight his touch, and a smaller part of you crying– begging inside your mind to just give in, to put your worries aside and roll the dice again, maybe he’d actually keep his promise this time. 

But you refrained from leaning against him too much as he sat you down on the bed in your room, phone immediately in hand as he called Doctor Choi, after hanging up the air was thick with a silence and tension. 

Jungkook sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, “...If you don’t wanna talk about it, we won’t. I don’t want you going into preterm…But…I want you to know I didn’t make that decision because I wanted to, and I didn’t do it easily either.”

You self soothed, rubbing your tummy as your eyes closed, “I know you didn’t. At least that's what I told myself the last few years, that surely there was a really good reason…And you wanna know the worst part Jungkook?” You whispered, sad eyes as you opened them to look at him, “I waited…I waited every day, sat at that stupid register hoping you’d come, even after Wonho stopped talking to me I went to the Red Light anyways, hoped maybe you’d be there. There wasn’t a day I didn’t check my phone only to be disappointed by your name not being on the screen…”

It was silent again before you tried to hold back your tears, “You broke my heart. Right in two, promised you wouldn’t leave me, and then you did. And now you’re asking me for another chance?” 

You said you wouldn’t cry, but here you were softly weeping in your bed, feeling like a child once again, helpless and wondering why no matter how hard you tried, nobody ever stayed, you had thought he was different, but it turned out he was just like the rest. 

Jungkook’s hands cupped your cheeks, thumbing the tears away as he pressed his forehead down to yours, “For what it’s worth, I am sorry,” He murmured, “I’m just as much a sinner as anyone else, I’m ill-tempered and cruel, I’ve killed a lot more people then you could ever imagine, but most of all Y/n, I’m selfish, I’m not really a good man. But I could be good, for you.” 

“You don’t know how bad I really want to believe you,” You whispered out, “But I had so long to think about it, to look back and realize I know nothing about you. It was my own fault really, you’re not a good man and I knew that back then, just like I know it right now.”

“I know I hurt you,” Jungkook had a sort of determination in his eye, the kind that you knew was unwavering, he meant every word he was saying, “But there hasn’t been a day I wished it could be different. I’ll do whatever is necessary to earn your trust again.”

You pressed your lips together for a long moment, “I’m not saying it isn’t possible, but you have a long way to go if you really want it.” 

Jungkook’s long slim finger traced down your jawline, “I’ll take it one day at a time, just like the first time.” 

[fuumiku]

Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization

The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.

If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:

Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.

Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.

It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for. Or you know, her hair being golden and it being the epitome of beauty to him, and his hair turning silver and it being Marcille’s worst nightmare.

Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.

[lordsukunas]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 2/3 (here is part 1)

picking up from where we left off:

some 65 years into the future, steve's plane is fished out of the ice, and they find him, frozen like a sexy hot-dayum popsicle, but still alive thanks to the same super serum that made him go from Smol to Lorge.

steve is thus brought back into the world, but it's a world he no longer recognizes after all these years; a world where all the people he used to know and love are long dead, and his own face has been turned into a tool for propaganda over the years. obviously, he has a hard time adjusting, and he turns to fighting again, joining this group of kinda possibly superheroes, aka the avengers.

lots of exciting new things happen, sure; but steve is still pretty miserable. until one day, a mysterious masked assassin dressed in bondage gear (but not really), and sporting one very shiny metal arm (!!!!), is sent to kill steve's sort-of-boss. and then to kill steve himself. oh no!!

in what is possibly the most gripping, most visually pleasing hand-to-hand fight sequence in the history of cinema,

(NO BUT SERIOUSLY, all jokes aside, if you've never watched it then please do bc it's!!! *shrieks* so fucking good!!!)

a fight sequence which also happened to unlock both steve's and an entire fandom's competence kink with that little sexy knife-flipping trick alone -- i know you know what i'm talking about, don't you lie to me babes--

as i was saying, steve manages to knock the mask off of his opponent's face. and who do you think appears before him? can you guess??

DING DING DING!!! EXACTLY!!! IT'S HIS LONG-LOST BAE BUCKY! who apparently doesn't recognize him??

confused and upset, steve fights to uncover the truth. turns out, the man is indeed the very same bucky he grew up with and loved. only, he didn't actually die in that tragic fall in the ravine; rather, due to the experiments performed on him while he was a war prisoner, he survived long enough to be found and captured by the enemy. who then proceeded to torture and brainwash him, using him as a tool for murder against his will, and literally putting him back in the freezer when they didn't need him.

which, as it happens, is how he stayed so young in the first place: he, uh, spent the better part of 70 years frozen. yeaaah, are the parallels paralleling or what, hmmmm?? preserved in ice like your mom's best lasagna from last week? plunging to a 'death' that isn't really a death? waking up in the future kinda screwed over? :D

ANYWAY

steve is even more devastated than before, now that he's learned that while he was asleep in the ocean, bucky was out there suffering. when he finally confronts bucky again (and it's fucking epic and also fucking heartbreaking, believe you me) steve is desperate to bring bucky, his bucky, back. knowing in his heart that his bae is still somewhere in there, no matter how deeply buried.

in the most critical moment(TM), steve chooses to stay behind, on a plane that's about to fucking blow up around them - just like bucky did for him all those years ago - because if he can't save bucky, then he'd rather die with him.

only, bucky is scared and confused af at the moment, and he attacks steve, because 1) he has a mission after all, he's supposed to kill this guy dammit, and 2) wtf is even going on here??? who IS this man, WHY does he keep saying that they've known each other their whole lives?? and WHY does bucky feel like he's actually seen him somewhere else before?????

AND HERE IS THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF ALL PIVOTAL MOMENTS: for the first time in his life, steve refuses to fight back. like he literally drops his shield out of the plane and into the river underneath, in a very powerful and symbolic gesture, signifying his surrender: he's not going to hurt bucky anymore, no matter what. THIS FUCKER LITERALLY LETS BUCKY BEAT HIM TO A PULP, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF, 100% ready to let bucky kill him if that's what's gonna happen here, because that's still better than living in a world where bucky's gone - a world where bucky will look at him and only see a target, or a stranger at best.

and then!!!!

no this is like, this is THE most romantic shit, okay, like you could try to convince me that it isn't for the next hundred years and i wouldn't buy it, because. BECAUSE.

at the very last moment, steve finally manages to break through bucky's brainwashing, breaking the metaphorical spell bucky was under. and do you know how he does that? i ask you, do you know how steve does that, my love?

by repeating to bucky the very same words bucky offered him way back in the beginning, when he proposed asked steve to move in together. till death do us part the end of the line, baby. romeo could NEVER

bucky, who was about to deal the fatal blow, freezes instantly, finally recognizing the man under him.

and when steve falls out of the plane, bucky jumps after him, instinctively saving his life instead.

but bucky can't stay. confused, wounded, vulnerable, and only just beginning to remember who he used to be and what was done to him, he slips away and hides from steve - and from all the other people who might be looking for him, and probably want him dead. you think this is gonna stop steve, though?? now that he knows that bucky is still alive, and that he remembers him??? now that he knows that bucky's not lost to him forever?? AS IF!!

(to be continued in part 3)

[scekrex]

Smut? Yes smut, hey, hello bby 🤭

Adam and reader just taking a stroll on Earth, simply to walk around and spend time together somewhere that isn't all light and overly brightly colourful Heaven (They got a permission from Sera, surprisingly lol, they promised to behave which is even more of a miracle and a phenomenon). Since they couldn't look like they normally do, halos, wings and etc. (Plus Adam's height, this bitch is a giant, I think he's like 10ft tall standing next to everyone and especially Alastor who's 7ft tall 💀) or even the eyes, even if they could pass as contact lenses, they just took their human forms like during the mission they got some time ago (Is this a continuation of the previous prompt? You bet your cute ass it is). They stumble upon the bar they were in during said mission and decided to go in, this time without the intention of getting hammered since they got reprimanded hard af by Sera for that, so they got like three, four lighter drinks before some tries to cozy themselves up to reader, clearly not caring about Adam literally having his arm around his husband's waist, shamelessly flirting and trying to get him to follow them to "have some fun". Adam being Adam, completely anxious and insecure about shit like this since it happened before immediately stands between the person and reader, telling them to fuck off before storming out of the bar with reader, quickly getting back to Heaven to fuck his brains out not to only calm down his insecurities and rage but to also make sure that his husband remembers who his heart (and ass) belongs to (Not as if we'd ever forget, btich we loyal in this house).

Muah 🤭😘

My skilled fingers casted some magic and I present to you: Adam fucking your brains out. He does it quite well too (didn't expect any less from the Dickmaster himself)

Got Me Obsessed

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, consensual sex, unprotected sex, blood

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was refreshing to escape heaven's bright colors and shiny lights for a night, while yes heaven was drop dead gorgeous and you were very grateful that you were allowed to spend eternity up there with Adam, it was nice to see earth again.

Your last visit had been nice too, yet it had ended with Adam and you all wet and drunk and though it had been fun, it wasn't something you planned on repeating all too soon because the headache that had held you in a chokehold the day after had been many things and pleasant wasn't one of them.

So when you two walked past the supermarket that you had stolen a shopping cart from the last time you had been here, you couldn't help but look at each other with the stupidest grin ever. Having Adam on eye level without his shiny halo and the golden wings framing his absurdly tall body was something you enjoyed more than you would admit. It was nice to just look sideways and be able to look him in the eyes, no tilting your head upwards, no him having to bend down. The golden eyes you missed though, they were the portal to the soul after all and while Adam's brown eyes suit him, they simply weren't the same.

And then the bar you had crashed on your last visit on earth came into view and you couldn't help but to grab Adam's wrist and pull him inside, “Not getting wasted today but we should drink to the fact that Sera gave us permission to visit earth again.” Adam hummed in agreement, he saw no point in denying the both of you one or two weaker drinks. So you both maneuvered your way through the bar, it was less crowded than it had been last time, there were only a few tables that were actually used. But you two didn't mind, you weren't there for people after all, you were there to have a drink. Or three.

Both of you sat down on the bar stools at the counter and while you ordered a sex on the beach, Adam went for a vodka tonic. The first man had his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand was lazily grabbing your side and your head was resting on his shoulder as a stranger approached you. He was a little smaller than Adam, had black, curly hair and green eyes that roamed over your body curiously. The brunette was quick to notice the other male approaching you and growled at the stranger, almost like a dog. You patted his thigh softly which caused his attention to shift from the man - who had decided to sit down next to you - to you. “Adam, it's fine,” you assured him with a small smile as you slightly tilted your head to look up to him, your head still on his shoulder.

“Heya, sweetcheeks,” the stranger started a conversation, his lips stretched into a sharp, hungry grin that you decided to ignore as you gave him a quick nod in return. “So what's a cutie like you doin’ ‘round here?” the stranger seemed to purposely ignore Adam because the hand that had been grabbing your side lazily only moments ago tightened. You lifted your head and pulled slightly away from Adam in order to have a proper conversation with the stranger. While for Adam it was obvious what the man's intentions were, you seemed oblivious. “Y’know, having a drink, enjoying the night, getting away from the struggles of life for a couple of hours,” you explained lazily as you took another sip from your drink. The man had the fucking nerve to put his hand on your thigh, “Bet I could help ya enjoy the night n forget about your daily life in no time, shawty.”

And that was when Adam got up and shoved himself between you and the stranger, his body knocking the man's hand away violently. “What the fuck dude, I was having a convo with that pretty babe here,” the black haired exclaimed in anger as Adam pulled you into his arm and lifted you up bridal style. Fuck that bar and fuck that dude too. He had seen enough. He had lost two wives because of some bastard that had flirted with them, had offered them things Adam could never. He wasn't going to let that happen to you too, he wouldn't let this fucking cunt touch you, let alone have you in every way possible.

“That fucking ‘pretty babe’ is my husband you fucking cunt, so go look for some cheap street whore if you want sex but don't you fucking dare and touch my man,” the bartender looked at Adam, then at the other guy, with a simply shrug he went back to work though. The stranger was about to respond but the first man had enough of it. If he would've had his wings he would've knocked the other guy off his chair with them as he stormed out of the bar, carrying you with him.

Your soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks and while he was still furious about what just had happened, he leaned into the loving touch within a heartbeat. “We’re going back to heaven,” Adam stated and with a snap of his fingers he opened a portal and stepped through it. “Already?” you whined. The alcohol you had been drinking seemed to have more of an effect on you than it had on Adam but you really didn't mind feeling a little dizzy. “That guy wanted to fuck you so badly it made him look absolutely fucking stupid,” Adam ignored your question and instead explained why you were heading back. With a quiet noise the portal closed behind the brunette and you found yourself in your bedroom. You grinned up at him as your eyes met the golden ones you loved so dearly. His wings were folded, pressed to the sides of his body and his halo was back where it belonged, on Adam's gorgeous head. He was also the fucking giant again but you really couldn't complain, not when he carried you over to the bed with such ease to drop you onto the soft mattress, your head landed on a pile of pillows and you sighed dreamingly as Adam crawled on top of you.

“That bastard wanted to fuck you and you fucking talked to him like it wasn't the most obvious thing,” the brunette made quick work of his own clothes before he stopped for a moment. His eyes asked for consent in a nonverbal way and you gave him a small happy nod to assure him he was good to continue. So his hands were onto the hem of your robe, “Seems like I have to remind you who your ass belongs to, and spoiler babes, it's not some horny bastard that craves drunken sex.” You let out a small giggle at the irony of it all because right now, Adam seemed to fit his own description quite well.

Your robes were hitting the floor sooner than you had expected them too, your underwear was quick to follow. Adam harshly grabbed one of the pillows that your head was resting on, yet he was careful not to hurt you. The pillow he had just grabbed was precisely placed under your hips to lift them up a little.

It seemed as if his body was on autopilot, he acted on instinct and nothing else. The urge to mark you up, claim you as his once more was too big to resist. He wanted the world to see who you belong to, he wanted those horny bastards to know better not to touch his babes. ”Mh, eager, are we?” you commented and your hands reached out for his hips, pulling them flush against your own and letting out a choked moan. Dear God, you would never get enough of that sensation, never. There was no way you would ever grow tired of how your body reacted to Adam's, or how Adam's body reacted to yours. Having sex with the first man always felt like the first time, it was never the same, always resulting in a post orgasm high for the both of you.

“Listen babes,” he made you snap out of your haze for a moment as your already fogged up brain processed his words, “I’m gonna fuck you, mark you up like the bitch you are for me and give you a fucking reminder that this,” he wrapped one hand loosely around your already hard dick, giving your erection a firm stroke down to the base. The moan you let out was the most beautiful sound he would ever be able to hear. You always sounded so magnificent when you got vocal for him and he adored it, always drowned in your pleas for more, more, more, for him to take you harder. His other hand slipped between the mattress and your ass, squeezing the soft flesh there in a teasing way, “And this belongs to me and fucking me only.” Your breath quickened and you whispered breathlessly, “Yes, yours.”

But as quickly as he had given you the blessing of friction, he took it from you. His hands roamed over your body, nails leaving angry red scratches all over your chest, scratches that would stay at least a week, if not longer. Oh you wanted them to last longer than a week. The feeling of Adam acting all possessive made your body shudder from overwhelming pleasure and your hands moved from his body to the sheets, grabbing the fabric tightly. You tried to ground yourself, tried your hardest to not back down so easily. But then Adam's lips crashed against your neck and your body reacted to that immediately. Your back arched for him in a delicious way only you could, your head was tilted upwards to extend the amount of room he had for hickeys and bite marks. Your brain felt as if it was wrapped up in cotton, the sounds of pleasure your body made for him to hear sounded dull, far away, but his voice was louder, deeper and dominanter than ever.

“Say it again,” he ordered, lust had not only clouded his glorious looking eyes but also his voice. You were able to hear how badly he wanted you without him having to say it and it was moments like these that you thought existing couldn't get any better. His hands held your hips down firmly, nails dug so deep into your skin that they broke the soft flesh, golden blood coated Adam's fingertips but neither of you cared, if anything it only added to the pleasure you both were feeling. Your hands that had been gripping the sheets tightly moved to his neck instead, your hands buried themselves in his soft, soft hair, giving it a light tug which earned you a small groan.

“I’m fuckin’ yours, Adam,” you moaned as he sunk his teeth into your skin. A bite mark formed right underneath your jaw, everyone would be able to see until it would eventually fade. You didn't want it to fade, you wanted him to mark you up permanently, so without giving your words a second thought you hummed, “Make it scar, please, make it permanent.” He seemed to actually think of denying you for a moment, concern had appeared in his eyes and you were not having it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, if he'd pin yours down, you'd drag him down with you you thought as you tighten your legs around him and your hips collided.

As if that had been the command he had been waiting for he brought his lips down onto the bite mark yet again, his soft lips parted and therefore exposed his teeth. He bit down again, harder than he had before until he tasted the sweetness of your blood on his tongue. Soon his entire mouth was coated in the delicious liquid that kept spilling from your body. When the brunette pulled slightly back to lick the blood from his lips you pulled into a kiss, to taste your own blood on his lips felt absolutely overwhelming.

Your hips kept rutting against his in steady motions, he was meeting your thrusts halfway through.

The golden liquid dropped onto the sheets and Adam was quick to lick it from your neck, there was simply no way he'd waste any more of it, he wanted it all, wanted all that your body had to offer. “Such a needy fucking bitch, aren't you?” You whined at that, your hips stuttered against his and all you could do to answer was nod. Yes you were his needy bitch, his good boy, his fucktoy. You were whatever he wanted you to be.

Your legs started to give out due to the pleasure your body was feeling and he used that to his advantage and lifted his hips again, yours were still pressed against the pillow underneath. “No,” you cried out at the lack of friction and desperately rutted up against nothing.

You needed him.

One hand left your hip and you saw him snap his fingers. The feeling you were expecting once that hand was back onto your hip, back to pressing it against the pillow was absolutely overwhelming yet not enough. You felt your insides stretch, Adam had decided to use his angelic powers for preparation this time. He rarely did that, usually enjoyed scissoring you open and eating you out, he only ever used his powers during sex when he knew he wouldn't be able to prepare you properly, when the lust had taken over and was fogging up his brain entirely. In order not to hurt you, he had used his powers. You secretly thanked the Lord for giving Adam these powers in the first place.

The snap of his fingers had also coated his dick in lube, that you were able to feel when he pressed the tip of his erection against your ass, slowly entering you. Your muscle stretched around him with ease and he slipped inside almost effortlessly. It really didn't take the brunette to bottom out inside of you and he started even sooner to move his hips. “Fuck,” you muttered, your nails scratched his scalp and he let out a quiet moan as he harshly moved his hips back and forth. The angle always changed as the self claimed dickmaster was trying to aim for your sweet spot.

A loud moan erupted from your body and your ass chased his dick once he had found it. “Adam,” you moaned his name, you wanted more of that feeling, more of him. You wanted his hand on your dick, maybe even your mouth, you wanted him to keep fucking you like a wild animal, “Adam, please.” His head moved closer to your ear, hot breath was hitting your already warm skin and his voice made you shudder violently, “Yes, babes?”

Your body responded by moaning his name yet again, asking for more without actually saying it, begging him to touch you without actively asking for it. The dried blood on your neck felt weird when his breath ghosted over it and the thought of a scar on your neck, visible for all eternity was driving you insane in the most glorious way possible. “Please, more,” you asked of him, as you tried to use his belly for friction - but to no avail.

The constant penetration of your prostate made you clench around his dick and Adam gasped at the sudden tightness that was surrounding him. “Close, so close,” you informed him and that made a sickly sweet idea bloom inside his head, “Good. Because you're gonna cum untouched for me.”

The pure thought of it made your dick throb and it only took a few more seconds for you to actually come undone. The sticky white liquid splashed onto his stomach, covering both of your soft skin in a warm coat of cum. The heat around Adam's dick tightened once again and he kept fucking into you at a brutal pace.

One thrust, two thrusts and then he filled you up all nicely. The energy he had only moments before was gone and he stilled inside of you as his cum painted your insides white. His wings were puffed out, the golden feathers spread, making him look holy. You couldn't help but smash your lips against his, catching him in yet another bruising kiss that drew a moan from him.

He slowly moved his hips back in order to pull out, a small whimper fell from your lips but was quickly kissed away by him. He slid down your body until his face was right next to your dick and you were about to ask what the fuck he was doing but your train of thoughts was interrupted when his mouth opened up and his lips wrapped around the head of your dick, sucking it clean from the cum. He didn't stop there though, he slowly worked himself towards the base, then released your now soft dick to lick the messy white from your stomach. While he did so, his eyes were focused on your face, on the emotions that were on display and, oh dear Lord, you were looking fucking fantastic.

Once the white had been removed by his tongue, he snapped his fingers yet again in order to clean both of you properly. Adam came back up to lay down next to you, his arms were open, inviting you for cuddles and you were quick to roll over and cuddle up against his chest. “I love you,” he hummed against your hair and kissed your head softly. “Love you too, big guy,” you gave his chest a light pat and placed a small kiss on it too.

[evereverest2]

Fire — Terzomega

~part seven of the Little Monster series~

~1.2k words

Omega receives advice from a friend.

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an: i would like to apologize for a number of things on main here. one, sorry it’s so short this week. it’s not short bc i struggled to write it or anything, that’s just how i happened to plan it hehe. two, sorry it’s a few days late! i’ve been a tad distracted as of late, and perhaps a tad too happy to write such a filthy angsty story~ most of the distraction is work and school tho lol. i do a LOT of writing and rarely do i have time for personal projects. but anyway, thanks for sticking with me! rest assured little monster will continue to have semi regular weekly updates~ enjoy !!

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“We believe it is time for the next in the chain of command.”

Applause erupted throughout the hall, drowning the space with a cavernous roar that rumbled in Omega’s ears. He stood at the back of the chamber, to the left of the entrance, ensuring there were no interruptions during the coronation,

He looked to his left, sensing a pair of eyes on him. Alpha squinted at him from beneath the mask, leaning towards him.

“Does she think she sounds good?” Alpha snickered.

“I’m sure Secondo appreciates her poignance,” Omega murmured back wryly.

Imperator, raising her arms from the rostrum at the head of the hall, continued, “Papa Emeritus the second has graciously stepped down from his position as head of the church to allow for fresh blood to influence our mission.”

“Stepped down?” Alpha jabbed. “That bastard went down clawing.”

“Rather ungraciously.”

Imperator droned on about leadership, new directions, quibbling about the Ghost project needing a fresh face. Alpha continued to nitpick her speech, much to Omega’s amusement.

But his mind wandered to Terzo, who he knew was waiting for his cue somewhere in the wings. Terzo, who he had reinforced their agreement with and had been regularly sleeping with for over a month, both in the literal and innuendo. As new Papa, he would not be so ignored as to be able to have a ghoul sneaking in every night. He would be surrounded by the Ministry, making any rendezvous between them more difficult to conceal. Omega enjoyed the secret they shared, those nights he could vent his frustrations through the physically carnal, and he wondered whether they could keep it up with this shift in responsibility. He certainly wanted to.

“—Papa Emeritus the Third!”

Omega was distracted by the huge swell of applause. At the head of the chamber was Terzo, holding his hands shiny with gloved claws up to the congregation. His face was painted as a skull, just as his brothers before him, but it was far different. A geometric inference of a skull, rather than a literal one. Omega tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in disbelief. Did Imperator allow this? He glanced at Alpha, who he sensed had the same thought.

“Looks like your boy toy stood up to Imperator.”

Omega was taken aback by the sudden jab. Of course, there was no way Alpha could have known. He must have been joking. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Omega glanced towards the congregation, listening aptly as Terzo began to speak. He whispered, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and the slutty pope up there,” Alpha replied, staring ahead.

Omega clenched his fists. With another glance around he swiftly and quietly dragged Alpha through the doors into the empty hallway behind them. The door shut with a gentle sigh of air, the hallway filling with a deafening silence.

“What’s your problem?” Omega growled.

“What’s my fucking problem? What’s yours?” Alpha growled back, ripping off his mask.

“I don’t know what—“

“Cut the shit, Omega. I know.”

Omega gritted his teeth. “How,” he asked flatly.

“I found you after practice— the last time you bothered to show up. You were in the garden with that slut.”

He took a deep breath. “And?”

“And you were dicking him down, asshole.”

Omega tore away his mask, dropping it on the ground somewhere near Alpha’s. He surged forward, snapping his teeth at Alpha. “Shut the fuck up.”

But Alpha did not back down, only bearing his own fangs in defense. “You shouldn’t be fucking with a human.”

“It’s none of your damn business.”

“It’s my business if you get sent back to the Pit!” Alpha snarled.

“If you shut your fucking mouth, I wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not the one sticking my dick in an Emeritus.”

“Keep your voice down,” Omega rumbled.

“Megs, I just wanna know what happened to you. You used to be my closest friend.”

Omega glared at him unflinchingly. “Things change.”

“What changed?”

Omega growled again, his eyes pulsing with a violet rage. “I did.”

Alpha crossed his arms. “That’s it? You changed?”

“Are you going to keep your mouth shut or not?”

Alpha rolled his eyes. “You don’t even sleep in your bedroom anymore, let alone hang around us. You’re already too careless about this shit, if you get caught, it won’t be because of me.”

Omega narrowed his eyes, waiting. Alpha sighed.

“Yeah, I’ll keep your stupid secret. Who would I tell? My best friend doesn’t even talk to me anymore.”

“What do you want from me, Alpha?”

“I want you to tell me what the fuck is wrong!”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s about those quintessence ghouls, isn’t it?”

Electricity sparked around Omega’s fingertips as he attempted to keep his anger at a simmer. “Back off.”

Alpha’s hair began to smoke, ready to fight back at a moment’s notice. “It’s not your fault, Megs.”

“I’m warning you.”

“You don’t have to be the one to carry that burden.”

Omega roared, grabbing Alpha by the throat and slamming him against the wall, lifting him to be eye level, sharp teeth inches from tearing into him like the wild beast he was.

“Yes I do.” His voice reverberated out of his throat like a bow running along a bass string, dark and low and threatening. “Their lives are mine to mourn.”

Alpha clawed at his grip a few times, giving up to look him in the eyes.

“Well— fucking a human won’t make you feel better.”

Omega snarled, lifting him away from the wall and high into the air with only his hand. “Keep testing your luck.”

Alpha gasped, his legs and tail kicking against the air. His skin suddenly became as hot as fire, but Omega refused to let go. Even when magma red claws scratched at his wrist, his grip was firm.

“Megs— Please—“

Omega’s brow furrowed. He threw him to the ground, leaving him a crumbled up mess on ornate tile.

“Fine—“ Alpha gasped, holding his neck, “Fine— I don’t care about Terzo…”

Omega watched him with indifference.

Alpha caught his breath, looking up at him. “But I care about you.”

Omega scoffed. He shook his head. “I’m different now.”

Alpha rose to his feet, putting his hands on Omega’s shoulders. “I still love you, Megs.”

Omega glowered at him, saying nothing. For a moment, there was only the faint sound of applause within the chambers.

Then, they kissed.

Alpha reached up to touch his lips. Omega was surprised, so much so he did not react at first, Alpha was familiar, warm, almost too warm, an old flame that had comforted him plenty of times before.

Yet who came to the front of his mind was the very Papa they argued over.

Omega let the kiss die naturally. Alpha pulled away and stared up at him desperately.

“You have changed,” he said quietly.

Omega took a step back, his mind a storm of thoughts. He stooped down to pick up his mask, quickly adjusting it over his face, pulling up his hood again.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said before carefully creeping back inside the chambers, unable to face him any longer. Terzo was just wrapping up his speech. Omega hardly heard it. Alpha never came back inside.

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buy me a kofi <3

[hum--hallelujah]

I hit tag limit on this reblog btw

also this one for Sandman I think. Sandman in all his relationships.

(I'm going bonkers about the boy geniuses rn sorry I do this every year around the first snow skfjskfjs something about them is just fall/winter music to me)

AUGH. FUCK. THIS ONE I DONT HAVE WORDS FOR RN BUT YOURE RIGHT. I TAKE IT BACK I WANTED TO STAY. CRYING. MY BOYS MESSED UP BUT HES OKAY. HATE AND LOVE AND FEAR AND LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE AND LETTING PEOPLE IN AND. AHH

[knifetomeatu]

I know this isn't a headcanon but I've been stuck on the idea of what nubbins would look and act like if he was alive in the second movie and I just wanted to know if you have any ideas :]

i love this ask bc i wake up in tears every day of my life wondering What If Nubbins Didn't Die so!! yippie!!! (also i know i took super long to answer this i have a million things swirling around in my brain and this ask has been one of them for a while lol)

pretty obvious choice but i think he'd still be sporting that sweet jacket, maybe chop gave it to him when he got back??

and, since the sawyers seem to be doing relatively well for themselves by the 2nd movie, i like to think nubbins would wanna look more "successful" or "fancier" (whatever his idea of those is😭) which i imagine might be: more camo (like chop wore!!), new jewelry, and nice shiny bowling shoes, stolen straight off the feet of your uncle who was the head of his league (rip😔) jewelry includes a necklace made of teeth, and rings made of shattered femurs💖 lovely plus i thought since chop gets to snack on his own scalp with that hanger, nubbins deserves a gross little habit as well🥰 so maybe, since we know he enjoys slicing himself, why not let him have a cut on his hand he likes to keep open just for a little drink every once in a while? i mean look at him he needs it!! speaking of chop, i like to think that he LOVES making nubbins laugh, like when he does ANYTHING nubbins is the first person he glances at to see his reaction, and nubbins is so zapped out of his mind even more he is just LOVIN it😭 i imagine him super giddy and kind of Always High during tcm 2, always giggling in reaction to his family's actions or the attempts by lefty/stretch/LG to defeat them side note: i LOVE stretch SO much, but i do believe that if she had to deal with both of these freaks solo she wouldnt have made it😢 apologies to my dearest wife💔 (tho maybe if she 1v1'd each of them she'd make it out she IS pretty kickass) bonus nubbins in a ponytail after growing his hair out a bit bc i thought itd be cute and i was Correct😭💚 so unbelievably babygirl my GOD

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

as someone who also wears glasses, I can imagine having to repeatedly tell Cyprus to be careful when he's getting his smooches in because our frames keep clacking.

Also in the morning, when neither of us have our glasses on, we both spend like 5 minutes looking for them bc we forgot where we placed it and we can't see where they are.

And our eyes are getting worse as we age and Cyprus being like "it's because of that damn phone" and MC being like "stfu your eyes are worse than mine" although that is debatable

You would be surprised when he would automatically put his glasses up his head whenever he would kiss you. It's like muscle memory at this point. It's more like he's telling you to be careful with your glasses instead.

He would always go to bed with his glasses placed next to his nightstand. Cyprus would also put yours next to his, so neither of you would lose it in the morning. Unless some higher power decided to tamper with it's location, then there is nothing much a mere human like him could do aside from spending a bit more time to find it.

He can survive without his glasses well, because he has to fight blind. Wearing them in boxing rings isn't allowed due to safety reasons, so he is actually fighting blind each time and winning. You can imagine how intuitive he is when it comes to navigating the world without a clear vision.

If your vision gets worse, he will 100% use the "It's because of that damn phone" card. You can't prove that his sight is failing because he is as efficient as always. He has the training to back him up.

Cyrus being the little shit he is, would often hide your glasses so you would depend on him. He likes it when he becomes your eyes and you have no choice but to cling onto him when walking around the city. Of course, he isn't all that bad, if losing your vision is causing you a great deal of distress, he isn't going to torture you by taking away your 20/20 privileges.

If it breaks, he would be taking you to his trusted optometrist immediately, allowing you to peruse the shelves of expensive frames as much as you want. He would be waiting for you with his credit card out, paying for your replacement without complaining or holding it over your head.

However, after that, he's bringing you out on a date. Obviously, you don't have to worry about a thing. Cyprus will take care of everything, all you need to do is sit back, relax and enjoy your shiny new glasses.

That's the least you could do to thank him.

[neoyuno]

Watching ♡ J.WW (M)

After a night of confessions, your heart breaks but you still find yourself thinking about him on a lonely night, just to catch him watching you touch yourself to the though of him. ; or, wonwoo comes home to see you moaning his name while you play with ur toys ifywim ♥︎

Pairing | Roommate!Wonwoo ♡ Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Roommates to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Angst (reader misunderstood wonwoo + wonwoo misinterpreted reader’s feelings.), Smut — big dick!woo, peeping woo, mutual masturbation (kinda), oral, fingering, riding, lots of kissing, dom-ish!both, dirty talk!!!, unprotected sex (mentions of bc), petnames (sweet, pretty, honey, love, beautiful, baby).

Word Count | 5.6k

Reading time | 28 mins

Notes: usage of curse words, afab fem reader, mingyu is annoying (in a cute way) and both wonu’s and reader’s best friend!

Was playing truth or dare (or drink) a good idea? No, but you were far from sober. Your roommate’s friends (aka, your friends) had crashed over with snacks, wine, and beer, your friends, who were already hanging with you, decided to play along and join their little “party”.

You sat between Mingyu and your roommate and long-time friend, Wonwoo. On the table, before you laid an empty wine bottle, used to spin and get a little insight on whoever it landed on. As Soonyoung spun the bottle, you prayed it didn’t land on you, the last thing you wanted was a bunch of people knowing about your sexual encounters or weird dating history—especially when the bunch of people was your crazy friends.

Of course, fate was not on your side, as the shiny gold bottle cap stopped right in front of you.

“Oh yeah!” Soonyoung said and smiled, “You’ve been awfully quiet, ____, we finally got you.” He said smugly.

“Just get it over with, what do y’all want to know?” You sighed and rolled your eyes as the people in front of you smirked.

“Is there someone in this room that you’d like to fuck?” Hoshi stared at you with a mischievous smile, his eyes quickly glancing at the man next to you, who waited patiently for your response.

Your lips pursed as you thought about answering or drinking. Your fingers reached for the soju bottle in the middle before everyone started whining and complaining.

“Oh come on! Don’t be a party pooper!” Vernon threw a cushion at you—hitting Wonwoo instead of you. “Oh shoot, sorry…” the older man only shook his head and smiled softly and your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his pretty lips.

“Hey, are we playing a drinking game, or are y’all jumping me?” You deadpanned and Mingyu pushed you softly as if to tell you to just answer.

Groaning, you put the soju bottle back on the floor and ran a hand through your hair before answering.

“Yes.” You replied nonchalantly and the room erupted in hollers and screams of predictions of who it might be.

“Ooh, Who?” Hoshi asked, squinting his eyes at you, that annoying smirk still plastered on his face.

“One question per round. Sorry, buddy!” You taunted.

“Boo! Party pooper!” Now it was Seungkwan’s turn to throw a cushion in your direction, hitting your face softly.

“I bet it’s me,” Mingyu said playfully, scoffing proudly, making everyone laugh—except Wonwoo, who only smiled and looked down at his crossed legs.

“In your dreams, Kim.”

“It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” He winked and you grabbed the cushion Vernon had thrown to hit Mingyu’s back, making him laugh and yelp at the fact that you hit hard. “Damn, is this your foreplay? Are you a dom, ____?”

The smirk on his face and the wiggle of his eyebrows caused your eyes to roll and your hand to reach over his shoulders and around to shut his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, Mingyu.” You scowled at him but still leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I told y’all she wants me.” You merely rolled your eyes for the millionth time and laughed softly, hands gripping his arm as you snuggled closer to him. Why must such an annoying person be so warm and cuddly?

The alcohol started hitting your system as you felt your eyes drooping, helping you miss how Wonwoo’s smile disappeared and a tint of jealousy painted his face as he saw you snuggle Mingyu. But how could he blame you? Mingyu was an absolute sweetheart and he couldn’t deny he was handsome. Setting his own feelings aside, he decided to tell himself how cute you would look together.

“Okay, next round!” Joy chimed in after the laughter had died down a bit. Her fingers reached to spin the bottle, and the glass object swirled 3 times before landing on the owner of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. “Wonwoo!”

“Hmm…” the older man hummed and smiled, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol he had consumed all night.

“A little birdie told me you rejected her 'cause you’re in love with someone, is that true?” Your heart couldn’t help but falter at the sound of Joy’s statement.

“I didn’t say that.” Wonwoo recalls the conversation he had with Aera earlier in the week. She had confessed to him and expected him to return her feelings even though they had never interacted formally before. She had stormed off when he told her he was seeing someone, which was a lie. He just didn’t know how to react.

“That was not the question, Wonu.” Jeonghan interfered, “are you in love with someone, yes or no?”

“Ugh, fine. Yes, I am.” He replied and while everyone went crazy and teased him, your heart broke into a billion pieces.

But what could you expect? He was your friend and knowing his character, he probably has some dumb rule about not dating friends. Just like you, he missed the way your face fell before you snuggled closer to Mingyu.

All he saw was Mingyu’s arm around you, bringing your sleepy body closer to his.

Wonwoo ended up going to sleep early, no one thought anything of it since the man was usually sleepy all the time. So he just said good night and left with your hurting heart in his hands without even knowing.

The next couple of days were spent normally, or at least you tried to. You tried your best to see Wonwoo without feeling your heart clench, it worked for the most part, but it was at night when you couldn’t help but think about his words.

Eventually, you decided to just stop thinking about it all at once, Mingyu telling you that you were probably misunderstanding Wonwoo and that maybe the girl he was talking about was you.

“Oh please, Mingyu. As if…” you hit his chest and he merely laughed.

“You are both stupid, I swear you are both crazy about each other and can’t see it. But I can!” He said, plopping on your bed.

“Not even and get off my bed. You just came from playing basketball with Wonwoo and you are sweaty.”

A couple of nights after your conversation with Mingyu, you laid in bed, trying to sleep when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called out, not moving from your position when you saw the door open slightly and that fluffy head you love so much peeked through.

“Oh my God, did I wake you up?” He asked quietly.

“Oh no, don’t worry. I can’t sleep.” You chuckled and he followed.

“I am going to Mingyu’s, he said he’s cooking dinner. Do you wanna go?” He asked, knowing how much you loved Mingyu’s cooking, but you couldn’t bare be alone with Wonwoo for the 20-minute drive. He looked way too hot while driving and you were trying to stop thinking about him. “He said we could stay over.”

“Hmm, I’m okay… I’m a bit tired, but could you bring me some food when you come back tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll make sure he saves you some food.” He smiled and your heart did a flip. “Good night, _____.”

“Good night, Wonwon.”

And with that, he left. Your mind now only focusing on his pretty smile and soft voice. Also, the way his long fingers gripped at your door, keeping him in place behind it.

Why must he be so perfect?

After 30 minutes, you managed to fall asleep. But what came upon your slumber ruined your plans of sleeping in through the weekend.

“Such a pretty pussy.” The man rasped as he pumped his length in and out of you, mesmerized by the creamy ring building up on his cock after every thrust. “And it’s all mine. Look how well you take my cock, love.”

“Wonwoo, please fuck me harder.” You whined.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, baby?” His hands gripped your breasts and his thumbs teased your erect nipples. “Beg for it, love.”

You woke up in a sweat, shirt clinging to your chest due to the sweat and panties clinging to your pussy due to the wetness.

“Fuck me.” You groaned, trying to go back to sleep and ignoring the aching feeling in your center.

Tossing and turning on your mattress didn’t help your case, so you turned to your favorite company on your lonely nights—the pretty glass heart dildo in your underwear drawer.

Had you masturbated at the thought of Wonwoo before? You wish you could save face and say no, but your perverted mind had wandered one too many times to the thought of his tongue, fingers, and cock inside you—to the point where you got the biggest size you could find to maximize your pleasure as you dreamed about your hot, nerdy roommate.

“Did you bring your laptop? Remember mine is broken.” Mingyu asked the older man as he set the table in his living room to watch a movie.

“Oh fuck, I knew I was forgetting something.” Wonwoo cursed.

“One thing. I asked you to bring one thing!” Mingyu nagged and Wonwoo whined.

“I’ll go bring it, I’ll be back in a bit.” He said checking his phone to see how long traffic was roundtrip.

“Boo, Wonwoo!” Jun teased and Wonwoo threw a cushion at him.

“Wait, before you leave. Take _____ this, if we wait till tomorrow there will be no food left.” Mingyu said, handing Wonwoo a bag with a couple of tupperware full of the food he had cooked and a little note.

Wonwoo took the bag in his hands and nodded before making his way to his car. There, he let curiosity get the best of him and read the note.

“I wish you were here to eat this cause I love seeing your reactions. I know you love my brownies so I made a special batch for you. Hope you are feeling better! :D -Love, Mingyu ♥︎”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes in annoyance and put it back in the bag before taking off.

Unlocking the door to the apartment, he cursed himself for forgetting his laptop, and placed the food Mingyu sent on the breakfast bar. Wonwoo walked slowly towards his room, just in case you were already sleeping. He didn’t want to interrupt your peaceful slumber.

However, what he heard as he stepped closer to the bedrooms made him step back.

“Oh, fuck!” It was a moan—yours to be exact. His heart started racing, not only at the pretty sounds you made but at the fact that there was a chance you had someone pleasuring you at that moment—someone that wasn’t him.

“Mmm, just like that…” you whined and whimpered. That’s when he noticed your door was slightly opened, lights were off but he could tell your blinds were slightly open cause he could see the lines of moonlight on the floor.

Of course, you would leave it open, he wasn’t supposed to be here.

An ongoing debate in his mind flooded his brain as he thought of peeking through. He didn’t want to be a creep, but the best (or worse) of him got him and he carefully peeked from an angle that he knew you wouldn’t see him.

There he saw you. Laying back on your mattress, completely nude and your legs spread wide apart while your hand pumped a glass toy into your pretty pussy. His eyes couldn’t rip themselves from gawking at you like a pervert. The way your hand pushed the toy in and out at a quick pace and your other played with your pretty nipples had him hypnotized. The moonlight shone on your body and he could swear it was glistening with some sort of magical dust.

He was totally done for. He would never recover from this, and just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you moaned again.

“Ah, Wonu~” his name rolled off your tongue so naturally and just then he noticed that he had been rubbing himself over his pants. “Just like that, baby…”

Wonwoo swore he would pass out at any second. Not only were you hot as fuck and wet as fuck—the thought of him was making you this wet and horny. He tried, he really did try to stop staring and leaving but he seemed to be stuck to the ground and completely hypnotized by you. Your moans had sent him into a trance like a siren song.

“Jeon Wonwoo!!! What the fuck?!” Your loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do, he had been caught doing the least gentleman-y thing ever.

How could he do that? What took over him?

“I-I can explain…” your eyes then dropped to his crotch, cheeks blushing at the sight of his hand still subconsciously soothing his growing erection.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked shamelessly, gaining a boost of confidence at the sight of him standing at your doorway like a pathetic little pervert. “Then you could help me with this…”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened behind his glasses as your folded legs (which you moved to cover yourself upon discovering him watching) opened up and revealed your wet core—glass toy still inside. He hadn’t noticed his legs moved, not when you pumped the toy a few times more, moaning his name, and not when you crawled to him.

It wasn’t until your hands ran up his thighs that he realized he was inside your room and at the foot of your bed.

His mouth fell open in awe at the sight of you kneeling in front of him, soft hand reaching to move his that was on his crotch and soothe his growing bulge. A sweet, deep sound left his lips as he gasped when your teeth suddenly bit him over his pants softly.

“May I?” You asked as your fingers pinched the zipper of his pants. Wonwoo nodded lazily, as he rid of his t-shirt, tossing it somewhere around the floor of your room.

You gawked at him, laying back on your hands while he kicked off his pants and shoes. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned body and strong arms—and his mouth watered at the sight of your breasts in full display.

“Do you like what you see?” He smirked, placing his index finger under your chin, tilting it to make eye contact with you.

“I love what I see.” He said, and you kneeled back up, your lips pressed on his chest, leaving soft kisses all over and biting random parts of his skin.

“Then have a taste.” In less than a second, his lips were on yours, kissing you like he had been wanting to for the longest time.

“Mmm…” a deep groan left his throat at the sweet taste of your tongue.

The minty taste of your mouth and the sweet floral smell of your skin were intoxicating. All he wanted was to stay like this forever and never let you go. Your skin was silky soft under his touch, his hands perfectly molded to the curves of your waist and lower back as he wandered around the heavenly crevices of your body.

You, on the other hand, dreaded the end of the night. Your hands gripped his arms, refusing to let him go as his perfect lips deliciously devoured you. The thought of him snapping out of the euphoria of the moment and remembering the person he’s in love with had your insides churning. But the fact that he was hungry for you in that exact instance, made you incredibly hot.

“I want you inside me so bad.” You breathed out against his lips.

“Not before I have a taste, baby.” Wonwoo rasped out and your heart dropped to your stomach at the sound of his voice calling you ‘baby’. “Lay back for me, pretty.”

Immediately doing as he said, your back fell against the plush bed sheets, while his hands gripped the back of your thighs to spread your legs apart and showcase your wet center.

“Is this all for me, baby? Do you always think of me while touching yourself?” He smirked at you, making you blush instantly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Wonwoo’s lips pressed on the skin of your inner calf after he had kneeled down to be at eye-level with you. They danced along the line of your leg until they reached the main entrée—your pretty glistening pussy. He couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of the creamy substance that covered you.

She must’ve been fucking herself with that glass dildo for a while, he thought.

The thought of you touching yourself and pretending your toy was his cock instead, was driving him nuts. But he couldn’t help but snicker at the size of the toy, if that’s what you thought his looked like, you were in for a treat tonight.

“Look at such a pretty pussy, hmm…” he cooed and pressed a quick kiss to your clit making you yelp in pleasure.

It wasn’t much, but you had been fantasizing about this moment for so long that any touch of his felt absolutely magical.

“I thought you wanted a taste.” You teased and he smirked before poking his tongue out and laying it flat on your core, licking a stripe up. “Ah, Wonu~”

“So fucking sweet, beautiful. Everything about you is so sweet.” You closed your eyes, his words resonating in your ears.

While it should’ve excited you, your mind kept drifting away to that night when he admitted he was in love with someone. Was he pretending you were that person? Was he imagining himself doing this to someone else?

Before you could let your mind wander through the thoughts of Wonwoo merely using you to satisfy his needs while he pursues someone else, his mouth sucked your sensitive bud.

“Oh!” You moaned, hands gripping the sheets and his hair. “You’re so good at that.”

His mouth was loud against your center, sloppy wet sounds mixed with his deep groans of satisfaction at your taste and pretty sounds. You were a moaning mess under him, squirming as he kitty-licked your clit, but his forearm over your torso kept you in place. Somewhere in the past five minutes, his hand had reached out to play with your tits, tugging and pinching your nipples.

“Ugh, this is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried, baby.” He kissed it one more time before standing up, his hands still keeping your legs spread. “I want to be inside you, so bad.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” The man smirked and scoffed softly at you, trailing his index and middle fingers down your slit and teasing your entrance. “I just cleaned you dry and you’re already wet again?”

Wonwoo groaned and bit his bottom lip, prior to entering his fingers in your hole, eliciting a whine from your own lips. His heart was beating out of his chest after he looked down at you.

“Your fingers fill me up so much better than mine…” another moan left your lips when he started scissoring his fingers, stretching you out in preparation for his cock.

“Yeah? Are your pretty small fingers not enough for you?” You shook your head and he smiled. “Shit. You’re greedy, aren’t you? Sucking my fingers in like that.” He cursed when your walls clenched around his fingers.

“I want to suck you off.” You simply said and he felt like fainting.

Wonwoo removed his fingers from you and sucked your arousal off them before helping you sit back up.

“Go ahead, baby.” He smirked at your cute face looking up at him. What he didn’t know, is that you were about to switch the whole thing around.

“Look how hard you are from spying on me.” He couldn’t help but blush deeply at your words, remembering how minutes ago he was shamelessly touching himself while sneakily watching you.

“Who would’ve thought sweet Wonwoo would be such a pervert.” He felt himself slowly melting, and that’s when your lips made contact with his clothed length. “How are you so perfect?”

“You’re killing me, pretty.” His head fell back as a deep moan left his mouth when your warm tongue pressed on his length.

“Am I?” You asked while your fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. “Fuck…”

“That’s the plan, baby.” He chuckled softly and reached to tuck your hair behind your ears before caressing your hair softly and you could swear your heart would explode.

Wonwoo’s already hard dick got even worse when he took a glance at your face. The way your eyes looked at him gave him butterflies and your hands around his length slowly gliding didn’t help at all.

“Mmm, just like that, sweetheart.” He groaned as soon as your tongue lapped his tip. You hummed in contentment, having dreamed of his cock in your mouth for so long.

A string of muttered curses left his lips when your mouth engulfed what it could take of his cock, which wasn’t as much as you wanted. His head hit the back of your throat and your lips barely covered half of it, the sound of his deep moans was making you wet, a drip of arousal gliding down your thigh.

Your mouth kept sucking and your hand stroking him was soon glistening with saliva, while your other hand reached down to collect your juices before reaching up to place them on Wonwoo’s tongue when he moaned again.

His tongue was warm on your fingers as he sucked them dry, licking even after he had cleaned your arousal off them.

“Baby,” he moaned, mind clearly foggy at that point. “I wanna cum in you.” You moaned around him at his statement, making him hiss.

Your head bobbed and once more, trying your best to go further down before removing him completely. Wonwoo bit his lip and wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks and trailed to wipe your lips. You took the chance and sucked his thumb in, yet another groan leaving his lips.

Wonwoo finished kicking his boxers off to the side and lowered himself on top of you, laying you down further into the bed in the process. His lips captured yours as soon as your back hit the mattress, the way his lips moved against yours ever so softly was intoxicating.

“So pretty…” he whispered against your lips and trailed his pecks down your jaw and neck. “I don’t have a condom…” he whined as he came to a complete stop when he realized and you laughed.

“I’ll go get one real quick.” Wonwoo said and was getting up but your hands circled around his neck to keep him from leaving.

“I’m on the pill…” you whispered, waiting to see if he stayed. “I’m clean.”

“Me too. Are you sure you want to do it raw, honey?” His nose brushed against your cheek softly and your heart did a flip.

Call me a pet name once more and I’ll for real pass out, you thought.

“Yes.” Whispering, you kissed him again.

“You will kill me, for re-“ your hand pushing him to lay back on the mattress cut him off. His eyes were dark as you moved to climb on his lap.

Wonwoo’s fingers played with your hair when you started kissing his neck, trailing down his chest biting and sucking every single sensitive part.

“Are you always this wet?” He struggled to ask when he felt your hand guide his tip on your, seemingly forever-soaked, slit. You smirked and shook your head.

“Only when I’m thinking of you.” You rasped out and bit his lip.

“Oh God,” his head felt light after your statement.

“Oh, Wonu~” a whiny moan left yours lips as you finally sat on his length—slowly taking him in while you adjusted to his size. “So fucking big…”

“Mhm…” you heard him hum and looked down at him. His eyes were shut and his cheeks pink, his glasses fogging up a little due to the warmth of his skin. A smirk couldn’t help being formed on your face as you saw how drunk he was on your pussy—his chest rose rapidly as he struggled to keep himself together.

“Look at you, a fucking mess for me and I’m not even halfway down this pretty cock.” You teased and he whined. “What would the girl you’re in love with think, hmm?”

“Her little sweet Wonwoo being so pussy drunk for me, what would she think?” You taunted and saw him smirk when one of your hands reached to engulf his throat—or at least tried to.

“She doesn’t mind.” He groaned when you finally bottomed out. The feeling of his tip hitting your g-spot temporarily distracted you from the heartbreak his words caused—but the sting still remained there even when you both moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, _____.” His hands fondled with your soft ass, gripping harshly to help you down his cock and back up.

“I love your cock…” you murmured, dizzy from the pleasure.

“Ah!” Wonwoo took the opportunity to play with your breasts that jiggled right on his face. His mouth sucked your nipples in and you could feel your orgasm building from the stimulation. “Won…”

“Shit, baby-“ he huffed when your walls clenched around his cock, your legs shaking a little and your hips bucking up.

“I’m so close…” you whined, half because of the pleasure and half because that meant the night was almost over. “Mmm, baby…”

“Yes, sweetie? Do you like that, pretty?” He groaned loudly at your whimpers, leg twitches, and the pet name.

His feet anchored him as his hips bucked upwards to fuck you, hands gripping your ass tightly.

“Kiss me, baby.” You didn’t wait a second before doing as told, your tongue sloppily made out with his, teeth clashing and wet sounds resonating in the room.

Wonwoo couldn’t help but stare at your face contort in pleasure as he kept his pace, the moonlight peeking through your blinds illuminated just the right places of your body—your eyes, your nose, your lips, your collarbones, your nipples, your navel, and the space where your pussy met with his cock.

“I’m so close, baby…” he moaned, hands leaving your ass and sliding up to your waist to pull you back down. “You look so pretty like this, all sweaty and hot.”

“Shut up, I’m gonna cum…” you whined and placed your fingers on his lips. “I don’t want you to ever stop.”

“Cum for me, beautiful.” Your legs shook uncontrollably and you cursed and moaned against his bare chest as your orgasm washed over you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

His movements faltered as he thought of pulling out, but resumed moving when he heard your whines. The overstimulation of his big cock drilling into you was building a second orgasm within seconds of your first one.

“Fill me up, please!” You begged and that was the last straw for him.

“Fuck!” He moaned loudly and held you close.

The warm feeling of his cum filling you up and the loud, deep groans that left his lips triggered your second orgasm. You could feel the vibrations of his groans on his chest.

“God, you’re going to kill me.” He sighed in satisfaction and hands danced softly over your skin.

You soaked in his scent, he always smelled so good—musky and a little peachy. The way his chest moved as he caught his breath was calming, but still, the sting in your chest remained.

Your fingers mimicked his that were on your back, drawing shapes on his chest. The feeling of his soft skin on yours consumed your mind that you hadn’t noticed the tears falling from your eyes. It wasn’t until Wonwoo hummed and cupped your face worriedly that you noticed you were crying.

“Hey, what happened? Did I hurt you?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in deep concern. “Do you regret it? Talk to me, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” You sniffled and his heart broke seeing your face.

“Why not? What happened?”

“Why don’t you love me?”

Did you sound absolutely pathetic? Yes. Would you be asking this if you were in all your senses? No.

“Am I only good for sex?”

“What?” He immediately sat up, switching your bodies, cupping your face as he looked down at you. “What are you talking about? Of course not!”

“You said the girl you love wouldn’t mind you fucking me. But if you love her, why would you do it? You were thinking about her, weren’t you?” You sobbed softly and he was as confused as ever.

“Wait, is that why you’re sad? You think I’m using you?” He asked, heart shattering. “I thought you had caught on.”

You hummed in confusion and he smiled, angering you before his lips pecked yours ever so gently a couple of times.

“I said she wouldn’t mind because the girl is you.” He said and kissed you once more. “I thought you were teasing me so I decided to follow you. I didn’t actually mean to imply that there was someone else.”

His thumbs wiped your tears, funnily enough, the same way he had done so earlier but for different reasons.

“I am stupidly in love with you.” He confessed and kissed you again. “Please don’t cry, I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“You love me?”

“I love you.” He repeated. “I have for a long time now, but I always thought you liked Mingyu.”

“Ew, out of everyone Mingyu?” Your face contorted and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Lord, did you love that lame laugh.

“So, nothing going on with you and Mingyu?” He asked tenderly, a sweet smile plastered on his face as you shook your head.

“Not at all.” You said. “I only want you.”

“Yeah? What about the guy you wanted to fuck?” He teased, reminding you of your confession that night.

You laughed and his heart swole with love at the sound.

“I already did, best dick ever.” Your words contrasted drastically with the way your eyes stared up at him.

“Oh yeah? Nothing like this thing, huh?” He asked, your forgotten glass toy in his palm and you blushed.

“I believe I had underestimated the size…” you snickered and he kissed your lips after carefully tossing the toy on too of his clothes that laid on the floor.

“You’re boosting my ego, love.” He mumbled against your lips with a smile. “I still can’t believe I caught you touching yourself to the thought of me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven for a bit.” He teased.

“And I can’t believe I caught you spying on me touching myself while touching yourself.” He kissed the smirk off your face, but you could feel his warm cheeks against your face.

“Talking about that, I’m still inside you.” He regretted saying that as soon as he did, cause you clenched around him purposefully. “Mmm…”

“How about a round two? But this time you make love to me?” This time, it was you who kissed him lovingly:

“I will make love to you tonight and every night that you let me be in your life.” He said, already loving to hover over your naked body. “I love you.”

“I love you more, Wonwon.” He kissed you, leaving Mingyu and the boys wondering why he never showed up at his apartment again.

Next time your friends come over, you gathered around the same coffee table, this time playing some board game before you stood up to refill the snack bowls.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get more snacks and drinks for y’all.” You said and stood up.

“I’ll help you.” The man next to you said and stood up, following behind you.

“Should we tell them?” Wonwoo asked as he hugged you from behind, pressing you into the counter slightly as you refilled the bowls with chips and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

“No, they’re annoying.” You replied and he laughed heartily.

“I am seriously considering kicking them out. I can tell you’re cold.” He smirked and kissed your neck while his hands crept around you to tease your nipples over your shirt.

“Stop it.” You shivered at the pinch of his fingers on your sensitive buds.

“Give me a kiss at least. You haven’t kissed me since they got here, I miss you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, love. I’m right here.” You smiled and turned around, your back now pressed against the counter, his arms still enclosing you. Looking up at him, you pecked his lips quickly—once.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” Wonwoo said frowning, eyes narrowing when you didn’t move.

His hands moved to cup your face to bring your face close to his, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You moaned quietly when his tongue invaded your mouth, your hands traveling down from his back to his small butt, squeezing affectionately and making him gasp and giggle against your lips.

“Hey, do you have- OH! MY! GOD!” That annoying voice—you were going to strangle him. Wonwoo jumped back and looked at Mingyu with wide eyes.

“What happened?” You heard a concerned Jeonghan ask.

“THEY ARE HAVING SEX IN THE KITCHEN!” Mingyu yelled in response.

“KIM MINGYU! WE ARE NOT!” Wonwoo couldn’t help but smile when he saw you chase around the tall guy who kept repeating the same thing over and over.

“HE WAS SUCKING HER FACE!” He heard Mingyu say and you arguing back.

“WE WERE JUST KISSING. SHUT UP!”

Lord, was he in love with you.

NEOYUNO 2022

[moonshynecybin]

thinking about how rosquez age gap dynamic would change post reconciliation but not now but in like 5-10 years. we all know how vale is about his age so he would be “i’m old maybe marc deserves someone younger more fun and his age” but he would never say that just joke it off like he always does when talking about his age. and marc having a very nothing new by taylor swift complex “will you still want me when i’m nothing new?”, he’s probably retired and thinking “does valentino still thinks i’m cool? he met me when i was in my prime twink era what if he sees im not like that anymore”

YAYYYYY i think theyre BOTH WEIRD ABOUT IT yayyyyyy. okay so. the thing about being a professional athlete is that while you are young and shiny it feels like you will be young and shiny FOREVER ! and then the horrors. and then you turn thirty. and then everyone around you is ten years younger and their body works correctly and they pick up on the stuff YOU pioneered and the press is talking about you like youre a HORSE that they want to sent to the GLUE FACTORY. so i imagine. that those influences can give you somewhat of a complex about your age. i think vale (company is dominated by young twinks comma. clown.) and marc (arm pain boy comma. got a haircut specifically to look younger right before visiting a track he has historically dominated at.) are not in fact immune to this. especially because marc was essentially the move over old man signal to vale in many ways. like imagine your bf is a physical reminder that you no longer can do what you used to be able to do in a sport that is and was your life's work. ouegh.

SO ! POST REUNION ! if its like vale in his 50s marc in his mid to late thirties, staring down his time in the sport coming to an end. a transitionary period then yeah. they think about it. i think MARC is actually a lot more keyed up about this specifically bc vale frankly had to work that out a bit ago. and he does still lowkey think hes god lbr. marc ALSO has an ego the size of the sun but i think it honestly really distresses him a bit more when his body is malfunctioning. maybe i just think that bc hes cried on camera about it multiple times while vale simply changes the subject but i DIGRESS. my barbie dolls shh. marc get a little in his head about it ! tries to fix it by doing crazy shit like getting bad haircuts and buying a stupid amount of moisturizer. new lingerie. i would say he does more crazy and spontaneous activities but he loves adrenaline so bad i fear he's kinda already doing that.... BUT. he's also doing stuff like not letting vale in on his PT appointments.... pretending he's the same as when he was twenty and it was EASY and he didn't have to figure out who he was after motogp because he was the youngest rookie to do x y and z so he should be able to do this FOREVER. and it think he holds his ability to WIN so close to himself.... a measure of how well his life is going fr.... like the last time he couldn't win were 2015 (when vale LEFT HIM) and 2020 to present (ARMMMMM). hes buggin

and i think vale eventually notices and is like oh my god whta. dude HUH ? truly kinda flabbergasted lmao. he fucks him about it and truly THATS what calms marc down a bit (not entirely.... it lingers....). like nose in vale's armpit afterwards stroking his BALD SPOT while vale is like. my love you are three years older than i was when i met you. calm down.