#buck i'm going to need you to get your shit together immediately

[sturnsdarling]

'just need t'feel you around me'

part two of 'are you still awake?', Chris cant keep his hands off y/n once they make amends after an argument.

vibe check: pure SMUT, needy!chris, bigdick!chris, spooning position, sleepy!reader, needy!reader, 'skip the foreplay' type sex, all that good shit you get the vibes, falling asleep with it inside after sex (I wont tell you to wrap it but i will tell you to GO FOR A PISS AFTER YOU FUCK YOU DON'T WANT A UTI)

1.1k words

A/N: thankyou for all the love on part one hehe. soft and needy chris makes my toes curl like i'm biting the pillow as we speak. also you just know that chris is chatty as fuck during sex, kid loves the stimulation that comes with dirty talk so this is very verbal lol i hope you guys don't mind

love and cigs, merc

...."I jus' need t'feel you around me" Chris whispered, pulling his stiff length from his black boxers and pumping himself slightly into the curve of your ass.

You whined tiredly, the soft pressure of his leaking tip against your fleshy skin making you somewhat desperate, despite how adamant you were on Chris 'doing all the work'

Chris chuckled at your needy whines, "you still tired, ma?", he said, as he stroked his cock along your wet and puffy folds, collecting all your juices on his tip.

"mhm" you whimpered, stretching slightly and arching your back into him, the tip of his cock pressing into your hole ever so slightly with your movement.

Chris sucked the air around him in through his teeth, the very brief sensation of your sopping hole around him making him feel a little lightheaded. He pushed his cock between your folds, letting it push through them and into the soft skin of your thighs as they pressed together, palming the flesh of your ass with bruising pressure as he pulled your cheeks apart, edging his thumb painfully close to your core.

"so wet f'me and I ain't even touched you" He said in a low hum, a cheesy smirk forming on his face as he dipped his thumb into your pussy.

Your whole body shifted at the sensation, arching back into him even more as he ducked an arm in between you and the bed, wrapping it up and round you, taking a handful of your tit in his hand.

"mphm, Chris" you whined softly into the plush white pillow.

"hmm, I love it when you're all sleepy like this, baby, s'soft n' sexy" He said, peppering wet kisses along the curve of your shoulder and up to bite softly at your earlobe as he continued to tease your hole with slow thrusts between your folds.

"need you, Chris" you said through a whimper.

"m'right here, ma, what d'you need from me, huh? tell me" He whispered in your ear, a cheshire cats smile spread across his face as he felt you begin to push back onto his hips, his cock growing painfully hard as it leaked pre-cum over the soft, fleshy skin of your thighs.

"need you t'stretch me out, Chris, please" you brought your arm round behind you and raked your fingers though his hair, tugging at the root slightly.

A low and gravelly moan left Chris' throat and, with your begging, he was a desperate mess. He pulled his hips back from your ass, lining himself up with your glistening hole, his hand still gripping your ass and the other rubbing and pinching at your hardened nipple. He pressed his throbbing tip inside of your gummy walls, the sensation of you immediately clenching around him causing him to instinctively buck into you, bottoming out instantly.

A pornographic whine left your throat as Chris' teeth clenched around your shoulder, the sting of his cock stretching you out coupled with the warm pressure of his tongue, soothing over the mark forming on your shoulder made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Chris' pumped in and out of you at an agonising pace, pulling out almost completely only to be sucked back in by your clenching, sopping hole.

"christ, baby, y'so fuckin tight around me" He moaned, pulling at the flesh of your ass before slapping the skin lightly.

You tugged harder on his hair, and he pushed his hand up and over your hip, dipping his long fingers down to find your puffy clit as he kept his agonising pace, fucking into you desperately slow.

He rubbed slow circles over your clit, your head hanging back on its hinge into his warm chest, a soft moan leaving your open mouth.

"thats it, jus' feel it baby, you feel so fuckin' good, so fuckin' good" He whispered gentle praises into your ear as he fucked into you, the pressure of his fingers against your clit making your whole body tingle.

All you could do was moan in response, your vision going blurry as your high was fast approaching, a familiar knot forming in your stomach as you clenched harder around Chris' cock.

"I never wanna fight with you again, princess, love ya too much to ever make you wanna go to bed without me ever again" He pressed warm, open mouth kisses along the side and back of your neck.

"I love you too, Chris, s'much" you whimpered.

Chris near enough growled into your ear at the sound of you telling him you love him, as if he hadn't heard it a thousand times. He picked up his pace slightly, fucking into you harder as he rubbed steady circles around your clit.

"tell me again, baby, tell me you love me, please"

"I love you, Chris" you moaned out, his faster pace bringing out closer and closer to your release.

"mphm, keep saying it, I love it when you say it" he grunted into your skin, chasing his own high now.

"fuck, I love you" your thighs started to shake as your stomach tensed completely, the act of telling him you love him as he desperately fucks into you only serving to turn you on more.

"oh shit, y'gonna make me cum, cum with me please, ma, cum all over my dick" Chris' hips began to stutter against your ass.

As if it was a reflex, Chris telling you to cum did exactly that, and your whole body shook in his grip as you released sticky hot cum all over his length, the juices forming a white ring around his base. "I love you, I love you, I love you" you whimpered out, clenching around him like a vice as you came.

"I love you more, princess, I lov-" Chris' words were cut off by a guttural moan as he came inside of you, his long threads of white cum painting your insides.

He stuttered into you, using his cum as lube as he rode out his high, unable to pull himself from you, desperate for the warmth your wet pussy provided.

Soft moans filled his room as he came to a halt, resting his head down onto your shoulder as you caressed his tousled hair.

"might jus' stay like this for a little longer, don't think i've had enough a'you yet" Chris said, bringing his arm up and pulling you into him, locking around you as he nestled his hips into your ass.

You let out a tired chuckle, nodding and curling back into him. Chris' warm skin pressed against yours, coupled with his tight grip around you lulled you to sleep almost instantly, and Chris wasn't far behind. You fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other with his dick still tucked snug between your walls.

Even though arguing with Chris was horrible, the make-up sex was always worth it.

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[hyewka]

I just read your public vibrator gyu. GOOD LORD I NEED A TYUN ONE, but like in the car where the both of you were supposed to go on a late night drive and every time the stop lights go red, the vibrator goes into its highest setting this goes on until poor little tyunnie is sobbing and needs to fucked dumb in the car PLS PLS PLS I NEED IT I NEED IT SO BAD I take one look at tyun and my brain immediately goes "I need to fuck him"

im obsessed with usually composed subs that get bratty when you start to push and push, taehyuns perfect for that lol

idk why but him specifically in work business attire, tie perfectly adjusted, black framed glasses propped up as he stirs the wheel with one hand is sooo attractive but whats even more attractive is getting him to lose his shit when hes not supposed to. i know this isnt exactly what you asked but i think an enemies with a fuck buddy situation going on would be sooo hot here, so easy to get him agitated

he shifts in his seat like it’s nothing when you turn it up a notch. “really?” he scoffs incredulously, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “you’re gonna try that again?”

you twirl the lollipop between your fingers, not even looking at him. “focus on the road, taehyun,” you say, sounding almost bored.

he barely reacts. barely. but you catch it from your peripheral vision-- the way his jaw clenches, how his fingers grip the steering wheel just a little too tight. he’s pretending—he always pretends like he can handle it, like he’s composed, but you know better.

first red light. you turn it up, and he immediately jolts in his seat, biting his lip so hard you think he might draw blood. “s-stop… i’m trying to drive—are you insane?!” he grits.

“and doing such a good job of it,” you chuckle, leaning over to trace a finger along the line of his tie. "i'm just dying to know how long you’ll last like this.”

“fuck off,” he growls, but the effect is ruined when his hips jolt as you poke at his crotch. the gasp that escapes his lips is so sudden, so embarrassing, you can’t help but grin.

“what was that?” you tease, poking him again, watching his body spasm. “can’t handle it, can you? poor tyunnie.”

it's pissing you off slightly that taehyun's still holding onto that facade, eyes focused straight ahead like he’s actually going to make it through this. he's making this tougher than your patience allows.

the light turns green, and he slams on the gas a little too hard, jerking the car forward. you snort, watching his legs tremble under the strain. “you look so pathetic. can’t even keep it together on a simple drive. how’d you even get your promotion acting like this?”

“s-shut up—” he tries to snap back, but he's barely holding it together. you hate admitting it, but he's so god damn attractive it drives you up a wall. he keeps adjusting his tie and his eyes keep glancing around the road. he’s a mess, glasses slipping down his infuriatingly perfect nose and all.

next red light. you crank it up again. taehyun’s head drops back against the seat, his chest heaving, hips bucking helplessly as he lets out a low, broken moan. “shit—please, stop, i c-can’t—”

then, as if giving in to the desperate haze clouding his mind, his hand shoots down, fingers fumbling at the waistband of his slacks like he’s going to jerk himself off right there.

before he can even start, you smack his hand away, hard and fast, making him gasp and look at you with wide, desperate eyes.

“bad, bad boy,” you chide. “don't you dare touch yourself, keep your hand on the wheel.”

he stares at you, incredulous, his breathing heavy, but he’s too wrecked to come up with a response.

you tug on his tie, pulling it tight against his throat. "bite down."

taehyun surprisingly doesn’t hesitate, sinking his teeth into the tie, his moans muffled as he tries to grind down into the seat, his hips moving on their own.

when he starts driving again, your finger circles his crotch, enjoying the taste of the artificial sweet cherry flavor on your tongue (and of course, how loud he's shamelessly being). “you act like a brat at work because you like being put in your place outside of it, right? no wonder you’ve been such a pain lately. guess this is what you’ve been wanting all along.”

he chokes on his own breath, a strangled noise escaping him, his cheeks flushing red. spit starts to drip down his chin, wetting the tie he’s biting down on. you roll your eyes. "disgusting."

third red light. you turn the vibrator to its highest setting. his body jerks violently, a sob ripping from his throat as he slams the brakes, forehead resting against the wheel. “no, no, fuck, fuck—i c-can’t—”

you reach over and slide your hand down, palming the hard length of his cock through his pants, feeling the wet spot where he’s already leaking. “so fucking wet for me,” you murmur, your fingers pressing into him, making his hips jolt. “you’re such a fucking mess.”

he’s sobbing now, still biting on his tie, completely ruined, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs, practically shaking in his seat.

you just smirk, watching him unravel. “poor thing,” you coo, leaning closer to his ear. “so desperate to cum, but you don’t deserve it, do you? look at you, sobbing like a little bitch.”

“plthse,” he slurs through the fabric, the words barely audible, muffled and wet. “i’ll b-be good—just lemme cum, plthse—i can’t take it anymore.”

you press harder against his cock, feeling him throb under your palm. “you’re not cumming until i say so,” you whisper, your hand sliding down to cup his balls through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. taehyun’s hips jerk up, chasing your hand like a dog in heat. “but keep begging. i like it when you beg."

[elliesspacewalker]

How about sending Ellie a nude and she responds by sending you a video of her jerking off in the mirror with her shirt between her teeth.

Like her cute abs flexing and her moans 😍

Honestly how fucking dare you do this to me because oh my god I need this shit so bad!

Warnings: 18+, smut, self pleasure, nudes lol, Ellie being a loser, transgender Ellie.

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You and Ellie had been dating for a solid 4 years, since high school. You both loved each other and never spent time away, that is until you went on holiday with your family promising Ellie you'd be back home soon...

And it was family dinner and you couldn't stop thinking about Ellie, slightly rubbing your thighs together as you try not to think of her- you decide to excuse yourself, and make your way up to your room.

Pulling out your phone, putting in your headphones and opening your chat with Ellie... Usually for a nude you'd text her to see if she was busy but you genuinely couldn't hold it any longer- turning on the camera and setting it to video, you pull off your shorts and panties, leaving you in just an oversized shirt (which was Ellie's).

You press record the second your fingers touch your clit, immediately biting down on your lip so you don't moan too loudly, whimpers leave your mouth as you buck your hips into your middle finger trying to get more friction.

"Els, need you so fucking bad" you whimper before stopping the recording and sending it to her, not knowing how long she'd be you keep rubbing your clit- about 1 minute had passed and you immediately hear that sweet notification sound.

babe im with joel...

You clumsily type with one hand as you keep playing with yourself.

ned you so baf pls

Need*

Bad*

A minute had passed and you thought Ellie had ghosted you, staring at the screen slightly defeated, going to put your phone back on the bed Ellie sends a video.

Ellie fucking Williams has sent the hottest video you've ever seen, her shirt tucked between her teeth, abs showing and flexing as she works up and down the length of her hard dick- you can hear her heavy breathing as she starts to speed up, her toes curling in her socks as she slightly bucks her hips up, trying to thrust into her hand.

You immediately put the camera on and flip it around facing your face, your hand leaving your aching clit as you pull the shirt above your tits. Pressing record you start to play with your tits, moaning the way she likes and pleads of 'ellie I need you so fucking bad' and 'i miss you so much baby'

It takes her a few minutes to reply back after you hit send, but she does- this time stroking her dick faster, moaning louder and breathing heavier. She whimpers loudly, dropping the shirt from her teeth.

"I'm gonna fucking cum- fuck babe, shit, call me"

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[mystra-midnight]

Too Drunk to Fuck

summary: he'd never been the type of man to wait. if he had an itch, it needed to be scratched. jax doubted anyone would even notice if he pounded your cunt until you were screaming and creaming on his cock.

warnings: 18+ only. thigh riding. pet names; (princess, baby). brief name calling; (slut). public setting. female orgasm. it's not a samcro party without alcohol and getting high. also if there isn't someone getting fucked on a pool table.

words: 1k

notes: welcome to week one of kinktober! i'm not the best at sticking the day-to-day tasks so i'm following along with lazy ghoul's weekly promptsif you want to see more thigh riding with jax, or something else entirely, send me an ask!

"C'mere."

This was the only warning you had before Jax's strong fingers curled around your wrist and tugged you away from the crow eater you were in the middle of a conversation with. You gave him no resistance, as you've always enjoyed the way he manhandled you and how bossy he got when he was in a mood. You allowed him to tow you along behind him, giggling and stumbling in your high heels, before he turned to face you, his mouth immediately crashing against yours.

Jax kissed exactly how he fucked: roughly, with teeth and tongue, and hot breaths.

You moaned into his mouth as he perched atop a stool at the unoccupied end of the bar, his hands on your hips pulling you forward until you were straddling him. He had half a mind to fuck you right then and there—to shove his jeans down to his knees, hike up your pretty dress, and sink deep into your cunt with one sure stroke.

He'd never been the type of man to wait. If he had an itch, it needed to be scratched. Jax doubted anyone would even notice if he pounded your cunt until you were screaming and creaming on his cock. If they did, he doubted anyone would actually care. Most of them were plastered or higher than a kite, or both; Bobby Elvis was on the pool table going down with some pretty blue-eyed thing, while Tig was leaning back in one of the armchairs, a hand in the hair of some blonde-haired woman, who was sucking his cock like she simultaneously loved and hated it.

Not a single one of them would care, but even though the two of you had only been mutually exclusive for a few months, Jax knew you; he knew that you weren't into public sex. The club life was still new; it was as exciting as it was frightening, and you weren't ready to be vulnerable in front of all these people.

"Jax," your voice was impossibly soft as he tugged on your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat to his wondering mouth. If the rough drag of his lips against your skin hadn't distracted you from your utter desperation, you would have flushed with embarrassment. He followed a droplet of sweat down the column of your throat before finding the pulse point beating wildly at the junction of your shoulder.

His fingers tightened around your hips, the tips of them kneading the doughy flesh until it felt like you were bruised. Your own hips moved in response, grinding against him with anticipation and impatience. Jax had a room out the back; you knew that. You'd spent the night once or twice. With your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, you bucked against him, your clothed cunt catching on the crotch of his jeans, the zipper sending a zing of pleasure through your core.

You chased that feeling desperately, despite the soft groans coming from the leather-bound man. His hand curling around your throat brought you back into the moment, your eyes snapping over to stare into his own pretty blue ones. You noticed they were dark with desire, his pupils blowing wide while you continued to move against him, chasing friction of any kind, whining softly at him. "Jesus," he muttered before kissing you again, his tongue in your mouth, swallowing your moans. "Gimme a second to get my shit together."

Both of you were drunk and not yet sober enough for a romp between the sheets, but you still needed each other. His hands slid to your waist, shifting you so that you were straddling one leg instead of his waist. "Like this," he said softly, his hands returning to your hips to pull you back and forth across his thigh. "Just until I can take care of you, babe."

Your breath hitched as the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your clothed cunt. Your panties were already soaked, but he didn't mind. Jax liked that he could excite you with a few quick kisses and dirty words; he liked the wet spots you'd leave on his jeans. You buried your face against his neck to muffle the sounds of the whimpers and moans he was pulling from you. Your hands burrowed into the thicket of tresses at the back of his neck, drawing him in deeper, and you were lost in him—the smell of his sweat-slicked skin, the taste of tobacco on his tongue, the feel of his finger bruising into your skin—utterly and hopelessly lost.

He gave you a few minutes to enjoy yourself. The feeling of him manhandling your body was exquisite; it never ceased to amaze you that something so simple, such as thigh riding, could send you sky-rocketing so suddenly. Jax pressed a kiss against the side of your head as you continued to roll your hips back and forth along his thigh. "Open your eyes, princess. I want to watch when you're cumming for me."

You whined in response. You wanted to carve your way beneath his skin and never leave the shelter of his body, but one of his hands snaked beneath your dress. He toyed with the band of your panties, his blunt nails plucking at the stitching before he pulled on them roughly, making the opposite side dig into your doughy flesh. With a chuckle, he let it snap back into place, causing your body jolt in his arms.

"There she is," he cooed mockingly when you finally raised your head. Your eyes were blurred and glossy as you rutted against him, your pace sloppy and frantic. His hands were everywhere and nowhere, all at once. "Y'look so pretty like this baby, like a desperate slut." His words were accentuated when he lifted his knee, changing the angle at which you rubbed against him.

Your teeth gnashed wildly at your lower lip to stifle the sound that ripped up from your chest. Jax slid his hand into your panties and grabbed a fistful of your ass, the tips of his fingers going a little bit south to find the wetness between your thighs, so that he could make your ride at a gruelling pace. A searing heat was starting to simmer in the pit of your stomach, making your blood boil until you were sweating and burning from the inside out.

Your mouth found his when you couldn't keep quiet. He felt the vibrations and your moans, and he swallowed each of the pretty noises you made. "Jax, s'close. Please, please, baby." You babbled against his lips, your fingers tightening around his hair and pulling roughly, making him growl. He bounced his knee once, the rough fabric catching against your clit through the barrier of clothing. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you suddenly felt so horribly empty.

Jax kissed you hard; his tongue bullied its way past your lips while the tension in your stomach became too much and snapped. It was immediate and intense, leaving you shaking in his arms. A fire-storm trail-blazed through your body, igniting the blood in your veins. Static settled behind your ears, blocking out the world as you rode each shock-wave of euphoria as though it were your last. Your orgasm was intense and loud, leaving you moaning against his mouth, his name a symphony falling repeatedly from your lips as he kept your hips moving, drawing out the moment for as long as possible.

At long last, the tension escaped from your body, and you sagged against him, your vision finally clearing as he kissed you softly and lazily, waiting for you to come down from the clouds. When you realise what just happened, where it just happened, you hide your face against his neck again, although this time your tongue swiped wetly against his skin. Jax hummed when you nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. He pressed his mouth against your hair to hide the smirk that found his lips. The smell of your shampoo invaded his lungs as you shifted against him, the cold air hitting the wet patch your orgasm had left on his jeans.

"Ready for me to take care of you properly, princess?"

[yuyuzlilbunny]

Freshly Done

inspired by friends being horny and this picture

paring: wooyoung x y/n(fem)

warnings: switch wooyoung, bratty wooyoung, switch y/n, pet names (baby, sweetheart, mommy, good boy, good girl), breeding kink, use of saliva as lube, hair pulling, mention of overstimulation, dick sucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 1295

wooyoung and the other members were all on vacation right now, and you and wooyoung are currently spending some time together at the dorms. the two of you have been just relaxing around the dorm, making food together, watching movies, and now you’re on the floor painting his nails. wooyoung had opted for a simple black polish that would go with all his dark clothes. you just finished painting his left hand and were ready to move over to his right hand. before moving over to his other hand you stretch a bit to help with your sore back from being bent over for so long.

you look back at wooyoung to see him admiring his newly painted nails. “you like them wooyo?”

he looks up at you and smiles, “of course i do baby, i love when you do my nails.”

“i’m glad you like them now, give me your other hand so i can finish up.” wooyoung gives you his other hand so you can finish painting his nails for him. you finish doing his pinky in no time, but by the time you get over to his ring finger he starts to squirm a bit. “woo, baby, please try not to move too much; we don’t wanna mess your nails up.”

“sorry,” he mumbles under his breath as you continue to paint his nails.

after ten more minutes, you finish painting wooyoung’s nails. “how are they?” you ask.

he looks down at his nails to inspect your work. “they look perfect baby but-”

“oh no, what’s wrong? do i need to redo them?” you ask, worried that you messed up.

his face immediately starts to get red. “i, uhh—nothing’s wrong with them.” he turns his face to the side due to embarrassment. “i'm just, uhm, kinda horny at the moment.”

you grab his face, making him look at you. “jung wooyoung, i thought i messed up your nails. how dare you scare me like that!”

the blush on his face darkens “ ‘m sorry baby, didn’t mean to scare you like that and didn’t mean to get horny either. your tits just looked so nice while you were bent over doing my nails.”

“well you can’t exactly fuck me right now; your nails still need to dry,” you tell him.

you hear a desperate whimper come from him. “can you ride me please, baby. i promise i won’t touch, so i don’t mess them up.”

you move your hands down to his shorts. “hips up baby,” you instructed. he lifts his hips up, and you pull down his shorts and underwear, releasing his hard aching cock. “there you go, look at you so ready to fill mommy up.”

“fuck yess mommy, please, i need to fill you up.” he whines, all pathetic and desperate. you move your hand up to his dick, giving it a few strokes before you move your head down, opening your mouth, letting saliva drip down to use as lubricant. wooyoung moans and bucks his hips up into your hand. “ohhh fuck shit baby that’s so fucking hot god dammit.”

you look up, making eye contact with him as you slowly start to take his cock into your mouth. wooyoung ruts into your mouth. “please sweetheart, more,” he begs. you keep slowly sucking on his dick. “fuck mommy please, more, i need more, mommy!” he desperately whines.

happy with his pleas, you deep throat the rest of him in one go. “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” he chants. you can see him moving his hands by his side, trying his best to resist grabbing at your hair. “fuck i need to touch please let me touch.”

you pull yourself off his cock. “i think we need to change things up. we can’t have you trying to ruin your nails when i only just finished them.” you stand up and remove your shorts and underwear.

“need my fingers in your pussy please, y/n.”

you look down at him with faux concern. “oh baby, we can't. remember your nails still need to dry or are you to horny to remember?” he whines in response. “aw don’t worry, baby, you can put your dick in me,” you cooed at him.

“please mommy, wanna be in you,” he whines.

you sit down on his lap, the tip of his cock at the entrance of your throbbing cunt. “be a good boy for me and i’ll let you cum in me.”

“i’ll be so good, mommy. i promise, i’ll be the bestest boy,” wooyoung replies.

you coo at him, “i sure hope you are.” and you sink down onto his dick, filling you to the brim. “fuck wooyo, you fill mommy up so well.” you slowly start grinding down on him. wooyoung’s whiny moans egging you on making you grind down on him even more, making you moan as well.

all the sudden you feel a pair of hands on your chest. “woo, baby, what did i say about touching?” you remind him.

the hands on your chest grab at you harsher. “i don’t give a fuck if they get messed up right now.” he growls, and the next thing you feel is his hands grabbing at your waist as he’s starts fucking up into you.

“oh fuck, woo your nails!”

“really? i’m fucking your tight little cunt and all you can think about is my nails right now.” he says, moving one of his hands to your hair.

“they are going to g-ahhh woo!” you moaned due to wooyoung pulling your hair, making your back arch and his dick reach even deeper.

“what’s that? i couldn’t hear you sweetheart.” he says in a mocking tone.

“i said you’re going t-ohh fuckkkk.” wooyoung thrust into you making you moan, cutting your sentence short again, not allowing you to reprimand him for ruining his nails.

“thats it, sweetheart. god you’re so fucking tight, it’s like you’re trying to get me to fill you up with my cum.” he groans.

you let out a pathetic moan, “fuck woo, please do.”

“please what sweetheart?” he asks, thrusting into you with even more force and definitely bruising your hips at this point with the grip he has on you.

“oh god fuck, fill me up, please, woo!” you don’t even have to look at him to tell he has a cocky little smirk on his face.

“ohh but sweetheart i already am filling you up, or is my cock not enough for you?”

“ohh fuck, woo, you know what i mean.”

“i don’t think i do, sweetheart. what could you possibly want me to fill you up with?” he asks.

“fill me up with your cum, wooyoung. please, need you to breed me.”

wooyoung growls in response. “gladly sweetheart.” he starts thrusting up into at an ungodly pace hitting all the right spots, making you moan nonstop.

“ohhh fuck ahhh woo i’m gonna—ahhh,” you moan out.

“go on sweetheart, cum on my cock,” he says, thrusting up into your tight cunt, making you cum. “that’s it sweetheart, such a good girl, cumming on my dick.” he continues thrusting up into you, overstimulating you.

“fuck, too much—ahhh, woo, please.”

“god fuck baby. you’re so god damn tight.” he groans. “gonna fuck you full of my cum, sweetheart. gonna fill you up so fucking good, ahh.” he moans cumming into your abused cunt, filling you to the brim.

the two of you take a minute to catch your breath and you immediately check his nails. “woo, you messed them up!” you whine.

“it’s fine baby, it fits my aesthetic.” you pout at his response, but he chuckles and ruffles your hair a bit. “i promise i won’t mess them up next time, baby. now let’s get cleaned up.”

[milkycarnations]

Three's a Crowd | Brian/Reader/Tim | 2.1k words

Divider can be found here. just a small oneshot featuring Brian with two subs.

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: first time anal, orgasm control, dirty talk, dry humping

“Well, aren’t you special?” Brian’s voice drawled out with a satisfied hum. He was more than amused. Startled, you and Tim pulled off of each other, saliva still stringing your lips together and your fingers still tangled in Tim's hair. It was horrifying, as if your parent had walked in and caught you doing something nasty. 

“Both of my subs getting up to no good - and you didn’t even offer to let me watch?” he lilted with mock upset. 

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Tim grumbled. His hands gripped your waist tightly, preparing to end the makeout session and pull you from his lap. 

“And I didn’t ask you to stop. Go ahead.” 

You felt Brian walk up behind you, his eyes boring into your back. This situation was an embarrassment. You and Tim were desperate, it was only natural that you'd turned to each other - even though there wasn't a dominant bone in either of your bodies. Brian was busy. There was no way in hell you'd throw yourself at him. It was a sure-fire way to be sadistically teased and humiliated. That's exactly how you ended up on top of Tim, grinding in his lap as you sloppily made out. You glanced back to look at him. 

"What?" your words came out breathier than you'd hoped, falling in line with Tim's breaths.

"You heard me," he came even closer, "Keep going." 

Tim's hands readjusted, grabbing at your hips now with anticipation. Beneath you, you felt him grow harder, obviously expecting something to happen between the three of you. 

"You're serious?" you weren't sure what you expected, but Tim knew what he wanted. His mouth came to your neck, sucking and licking at the flesh - just where you liked it.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"  Brian pressed up against your back, hips resting by your shoulders.

To be fair, it always felt like he was joking when he had that shit-eating grin on his face. A calloused hand grabbed at your face, squished your cheeks, and pushed you into Tim. 

"Be a good girl and kiss him back." 

Tim whimpered beneath you as he greedily moved to your lips. Unbothered by Brian's presence, he continued where you both left off and bucked his cock up into you. His hard-on was tight in his jeans and the friction from your pants left you tingling. 

"There you go. See, that wasn't so hard," 

Brian's hand moved to your hair, holding your head in place for Tim. The way he gripped your hair always sent a chill down your spine. When Tim's hands dipped to cup your ass, you bit hard on his lip. The involuntary moan that pulled from him made Brian chuckle. Your face was flaming with heat at the wet spot growing in your pants, but that didn't slow Tim down. He was desperate to cum, even if it was from dry humping you on the edge of his bed. The rutting grew erratic and rushed and Tim started panting. His hand must've brushed against Brian's body, because Tim dragged himself away from your face and started to beg. 

"Brian, please! I need to-" 

The subtle depth to his voice made him sound all the more desperate and he whined and keened. 

"Lay down." 

There was a mere moment of hesitation before Tim laid on his back, eager to pull his cock out.

"And scoot up," 

Brian pushed you forward, sending you toppling over Tim's chest. The two of you shuffled up the mattress towards the headboard. Initially, Tim pouted at the sight of Brian walking away, but he perked up as he started rummaging through the nightstand. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lube. Tim's mind immediately began to wander, fully expecting Brian to fuck him while you rode on top. It was by far the position he loved the most and he was trying hard to contain himself. 

"Fuck," Tim shuffled to take off his pants.

"No. Those stay on." Brian demanded. 

You paused. Normally, you were wet enough that you didn't need lube. You were especially wet enough now. All Brian needed to do was look. If the lube wasn't for Tim, then-

Brian reached around you and unbuttoned your pants. He tugged them all the way off and tossed them to the floor. 

"Oh wow," he cooed, "You two really were busy. You're dripping already, soaked through your panties. How long have you two been going at it?" 

Neither of you answered. You were both confused, and truth be told, you had no clue how long you'd been grinding against each other. Your panties came off next, followed by Brian's jeans and boxers.

"You should've taken the opportunity to cum while you had the chance," Brian lifted your hips up, situating your pussy above Tim's clothed cock. Farther up, your head rested against his chest. The lube bottle clicked open and closed as Brian slicked up his fingers. 

"Oh!" you yipped.

He rubbed his fingers against your ass before pushing one inside. It felt strange. You'd never done this before - not even with him. Your cunt was right there. Why would he- you let out a shuddered moan. 

"That feel good?" 

Whimpering, you nodded your head. It felt good, but not nearly enough. He continued to work his fingers, graduating to two with ease. Oh my god, why hadn't you tried this before? As he pulled out, you whined at the loss of his touch, but you stiffened when you heard the bottle of lube open again. Brian sighed as he stroked his cock. You managed to look at Tim's face. His pupils were blown wide in disbelief and ecstasy. Conflicted, but desperately horny as he watched Brian play with you.

"What are you making that pathetic face for?" Brian cackled as he worked to lube his dick. 

"I thought..." 

Tim really was pathetic. You felt pity for him as he genuinely seemed mortified. 

"You assumed. You know what they say about that - heh." he giggled to himself before continuing, "but neither of you asked. That's rather inconsiderate. I'd even say distasteful. Relax baby," 

The last part was directed to you as he moved his dry hand across the swell of your ass and patted the flesh. You were both so dumbfounded, realization hadn't truly kicked in until Brian pressed the head of his cock against your hole. Your eyes shot open, and you cried out as your hands gripped tightly against the fabric Tim's shirt. 

"Shh, relax," he tutted, voice tender. Brian worked himself in slowly. His cock stretched you open, but he had prepped you with plenty of lube. It didn't hurt. If anything, it was slightly uncomfortable, but that was only because- 

"You're a virgin," Brian said suddenly. Tim was baffled. You weren't a virgin.

"Do you have any idea what's going on up here?" Brian leaned in to whisper, "I'm gonna fuck her in the ass." he spoke matter-of-factly.

Sandwiched between them, you mewled out in pleasure. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Under Brian, your hips slumped down as you found it difficult to support yourself with wobbly knees. Your knees were weak, your legs were weak - your whole body felt weak. Tim whined out, a high-pitched noise unlike anything you'd heard from him. Once Brian bottomed inside of you, he leaned back and tore your hips up. 

"Stay still. I don't want your clit touching anything because you're not cumming tonight. Neither of you." 

Wailing at his words you muffled yourself into Tim's chest. Brian began to slowly draw out of you. 

"That's not fair!" Tim panted. You thought the same. It wasn't fair and Brian was right: you should've cum together before he walked in.

"What about it?" 

"Why does she get to be touched and not me? I asked, I wanted-" 

Brian interrupted, "Because I know you and I can't trust you not to make a mess all over yourself. You'll cum on accident and then you'll just take the punishment like you always do. This is the punishment. A better punishment, because you like pain too much." he emphasized and thrusted back in. "Besides, if she cums while I'm in her ass... Fuck, then I think she deserves it, huh? Wouldn't that be impressive?"

Your legs straightened, "As long as you keep your fucking hips up!" he yelled and placed you back above Tim's legs.

Tim was clearly upset, but he was more flustered than anything. Though it was torture, watching this unfold above him was making his cock leak. Tim was hoping - praying - that Brian would change his mind. Hoping that after, Brian would let him cum anyway. A mixture of lube and slick gathered down your pussy and pooled at your clit. Gravity forced it down and it dripped between your legs in a thick, sticky strand. Tim gasped as it landed on his jeans above his cock and soaked into the fabric. 

"Be a good girl and tell Tim what he's missing." 

Brian began to rut into you at a proper pace, his skin slapping against your ass and thighs. 

"AH- it feels, good!" 

"You can do better than that." 

"It's big," you quieted. Dirty talk would never not be embarrassing. 

"What's big? Use your words for me and tell him."

"Your cock - his cock is big." you told Tim, but he knew that already, too. "It's making me wet and I'm aching, please!" you blabbered out. His cock was dizzying, but it still wasn't enough. If anything, it made your cunt feel needy and sad, because you wanted nothing more than for Brian to be inside it.

"Please, what?" 

"Fuck me," 

"I'm already fucking you." 

Tim squirmed beneath you. He was making unbroken eye contact with Brian, tears brimming in his eyes. 

Drool fell from your tongue. What the hell? Each thrust forced a moan from your lips. 

"God, such a whore for my cock. Are you drooling? Maybe I should do this more often." sniffling, you nodded vigorously, "Good girl, begging me to do something that won't even make you cum. Tim should take some lessons from you. No arguing, no complaining." 

"Brian please, I'm sorry." he started. 

"Now you apologize? What took you so long?" 

"Please, it hurts." 

"So shallow," you could practically hear Brian's smirk, "you're only apologizing because your dick hurts?" 

"I know, I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore." 

At this point, Tim's jeans looked unbearably tight. He was bucking up and grinding into nothing, the weight of your chest on his driving him insane. 

"That's too bad. I'm gonna cum now. You can think about what that might feel like." Brian's voice was audibly growing hoarser as he neared his orgasm, and Tim sobbed as he realized he wasn't going to get his way. Brian's hips stuttered, each thrust a faint burst of pleasure. It felt as if he was hitting your g-spot from the other side, but it was hardly enough to get close to cumming. You too had started crying as your cunt fluttered around nothing, holding onto Tim tightly.

"Fuck!" Three pumps until he stilled deep inside of you. Brian let out a satisfied sigh before pulling out, cum and lube falling onto Tim's lap again. Tim trembled at the sensation of his wet pants. You went to flop against Tim, but Brian yanked you up and onto your knees. 

"Absolutely not. Both of you need to calm down, first. I'm not gonna let you cum humping each other like dogs. Oh, look at your pretty face." a finger shot to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, "You did so good." 

"Brian, I'm BEGGING you," 

Tim words had become even more frantic. Reaching your hand out, you tugged on Brian's shirt. 

"Please?" 

"Both of you now? Really?" 

"Didn't I earn it?" you pouted. 

He smirked in a way that you knew he had an idea. A hand reached your back as he pushed you onto Tim once more. 

"If you're so desperate," leaning over, he pressed down on your shoulder, making your cunt rub against Tim's jeans. The sticky lube and cum was cold against you. "Just like this. I'll give you a minute, exactly. Quick." 

Instantly, you were all over each other. It only took a few firm thrusts to push your swollen clit over the edge. Being on top gave you a good advantage. Tim wasn't as lucky. Forty-five seconds later, an arm snaked around your waist and tore you away. 

"Fuck, I'm not done!" 

"Minute's up, sorry. Better luck next time?"

[teyamsgrl]

Can we get a continuation to how sorry I am and it’s with loak making it up to the reader and worshiping her

oh you most definitely can 🤭 lo'ak is a total body worshipper istg in any situation he will be worshipping his woman !!! part one

p.s: apologies for my insanely long hiatus lol, i am (hopefully) back for good <3

i'm still sorry ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

°˖➴ warnings: fem metkayina reader, agedup!lo'ak, enemies to (freshly) lovers, body worship, dirty talk, nipple play, oral f receiving, lo'ak loves to praise you 🥴 - paskalin: honey

following yesterday's events, you felt a great sense of relief and happiness. not only had you and lo'ak reconciled your feud, but he reciprocated your feelings. you knew that you still needed to harbour some self respect and make him earn you as his mate, despite the depth of your feelings for him.

it was a few hours before eclipse and you were waiting on the beach for lo'ak, the waves coming in and tickling your feet that rested in the sand. you adjust your hair as you hear footsteps kicking up sand behind you, turning to spot lo'ak headed your way. "hey there" he smiles, holding a hand out to you as he gets closer. "hi, lo'ak" you smile back, grabbing his larger hand in yours. "where are we going? you said yesterday a special spot, right?" you nod and tug his hand, heading towards the forest that lies behind the marui.

you reach a small pool of water amidst the trees, a pink glow emitting from under the surface. "not many people come back here, they prefer the water, not only for hunting but for leisure as well, i'm sure this feels more familiar for you..." you trail off and look around, taking a seat on a nearby rock. lo'ak takes a seat beside you, amber eyes sparkling as he admires the trees surrounding you both. "thank you, this is really nice, and yeah, familiar" his lips curl up slightly, his hand coming to rest on your thigh and rub it softly. you let out a gentle hum, leaning more into him as he touches you.

"can i..." he whispers, his hand toying with the edge of your loincloth. "i want to make it up to you, show you how beautiful you are, worship you.. want to do it again and again and again" his eyes darken as they look into yours, desperate with lust and desire to please you. "please, yes.." you breathe, hand running up to hold his bicep as his hand finds the waistband of your loincloth. he leans in, lips grazing yours before he fully presses in, your lips moving together in perfect harmony. you hum into the kiss, allowing him to lie you back against the rock. the chill of the rock on your back has you arching, lo'ak taking the opportunity to slip his hands beneath you, taking hold of the ties of your top. he unties them with ease, your nipples hardening at the exposure to the evening air.

"they're so perfect.." he leans down, his warm breath fanning over your nipples. you let out a whimper, the volume of it getting louder as his tongue circles your left nipple, coating it with spit. "o-oh" you whine, hands trailing over his shoulders and upper back looking for a place to rest. lo'ak's mouth encapsulates your nipple, sucking as his fingers toy with your other nipple. your hips instinctively buck as he continues, pleasure overwhelming your body. lo'ak moans around your nipple, your pleasure turning him on beyond belief, "you sound so fucking pretty" he whispers as he pulls off of your nipple with a 'pop' sound, trailing kisses down over your stomach as he finally removes your, now soaking, loincloth. "yes... god yes" he groans as he comes face to face with your glistening pussy, puffy clit and tight hole looking undeniably delectable.

he moves in immediately, tongue flicking over your clit steadily as you moan out. "shit- lo'ak, that's so good!" you moan loudly, hands finding a home in his braids and keeping a tight grip. his tongue continues it's assault on your pussy, moving lower to lap at your hole. noises are escaping lo'ak as he devours you, the taste of your pussy so sweet and satisfying. his hands hold your hips tightly as he buries his face in you further, your body squirming under his touch. "you're so good, paskalin, i can't get enough of this pussy" he mumbles before diving right back in, his tongue coming back to your sensitive clit. "fuck fuck fuck- close" you whine, tugging on his braids as the knot in your stomach tightens. he hums around your clit before pulling off, one hand coming to rub it vigorously. "that's it, cum for me, babygirl, come on.." he encourages you as his fingers work your clit, each second bringing you closer to the edge. "i'm- i'm about to cum, lo'ak" you mewl, back arching just as it did when you first laid down on the rock. "yeah, you're there, babygirl, cum, cum for me, show me... you're so pretty, so fucking pretty" he praises as your legs shake, his tongue delving back in to catch all your cum.

"oh eywa" you breathlessly sigh, coming down from your orgasm as lo'ak makes sure to get all the cum he can. he then removes his tongue, moving to help you sit up as he stands in front of the rock. "you okay?" he smiles, hand tracing your cheek. "more than okay" you giggle, leaning your head against his chest and placing a kiss there, "thank you.. for making me feel good, making me feel loved" you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking up at him. "anything for you, anything to show you what you mean to me".

[heygirltimeformorning]

I'm back on my feral cat shit again.

I give you: Eddie freaking out about seeing Buck's dick.

This is just, very close to crack fic, but whatever, man.

Most of it is going under a cut bc there there be talk of penises.

Eddie realizes he’s gay on a Sunday afternoon when he walks into the locker room after a call where Buck had gotten up close and personal with the business end of an elephant, and Buck is naked, toweling his hair off, still grumbling about elephant shit and why the fuck animal control had a weight limit, and something about turkeys and llamas, but Eddie’s brain goes offline when he sees Buck’s dick.

Look, it’s just there. It’s not like he’d been looking, he’d just glanced over at Buck, and there it was. It’s not even the first time he’s seen Buck’s dick (the showers are communal, he’s seen everyone’s dicks, if they have them) but this is, like, full frontal; it’s the first time Eddie has come eye-to-eye, so to speak, with Buck’s dick, and look, Eddie is not a dick expert, but Buck’s dick is -- well, it’s not small, even soft, not even close, and Eddie yelps, like one of those little rat dogs getting stepped on, and leaves the locker room immediately, which is totally normal behavior after seeing his best friend’s dick.

“Eddie?” Buck pokes his head around the door of the locker room, brows knit together in concern.

“Fine, I’m fine,” Eddie says, in response to the question on Buck’s face. “I’m fine. Just -- uh -- tripped over - over - something. I’m fine.”

Eddie is not fine. He hobbles through the rest of the shift -- there isn’t much left of it -- and then he goes home, avoiding Buck’s offer of post-shift food, which is their ritual, now that Chris is in Texas.

The problem is, Eddie can’t stop thinking about it. Well, that isn’t the problem, but the problem is that when he thinks about Buck’s dick, he has other thoughts. It would be one thing if he just thought about Buck’s dick like wow good for him, but Eddie wants to see it again. He wants. He wants, that’s the problem. Frank would have a field day with that, but Eddie is not sharing this with Frank (or anyone).

He’s been on the cusp of a gay realization for -- well, awhile. It’s been coming - somewhere between the cheerleader with the broken pelvis, and confusing his hatred of Tommy for homophobia when it was jealousy - Eddie might have been in the closet, but he wasn’t stupid. The problem wasn’t that he was (apparently) gay, or bi or whatever (he hasn’t had time to experiment with labels -- or, rather, he’s had nothing but time to experiment with labels, but it doesn’t interest him that much), the problem was that his not-straight feelings were, apparently, manifesting as lust about his best friend. Realizing he’s gay? Fine. Realizing he wants to get up close and personal with a penis? Also fine. Realizing the penis he wants to get up close and personal with is one specific penis -- the one attached to his best friend? Very much not fine.

And what’s he supposed to do with that? More specifically, who is he supposed to talk to about that? He can’t exactly call Buck up and say hey, I saw your dick in the shower. Congratulations, by the way, but now I can’t stop thinking about what I want you to do to me with it, now can he? Buck has a boyfriend. Buck does not need Eddie’s congratulations or his complicated feelings.

coming soon to AO3 :)

[pineapplehazard]

Just finished s7!!! Right on time✨

Now did I cry when Eddie said goodbye to Chris? Yes, yes I did.

But here's my thoughts about the last two episodes:

- Eddie Diaz : the whole thing with Kim was actually crazy of him, but her playing Shannon?? That man has a reason to act like a mad man but girl what are YOU doing?? That was a quick expedition out for Marisol too, Buck and him see to have a way to make girlfriends disappear this season.

- Chris Diaz : valid. I get why he thinks it's better for him to be away from his father for some time, it's probably a good thing actually for them to have space to breath and accept what happened. But the Diaz parents?? Ramon shit talking about Shannon every chances he's giving (he literally did it at her funeral that man has no shame), and Helena acting like she just won lottery, please at least ACT like you're not happy to take Chris from you son. Honestly if my own mom wasn't sitting right next to me I would have been insulting both of them so MUCH.

- Hen Wilson : I'm mad that they were all going to be happy and then that woman whose son hasn't been mentioned since like ep2? comes to take her revenge out of nowhere. When I saw Mara all closed on herself and quiet when Hen visited her that broke my heart😭 then at the end the emotional whiplash of Chris leaving, instantly followed by the Wilsons getting reunited with Mara, ouch (is it like 'a soul for a soul' but with family, like they CANNOT be happy at the same time??), also I know the plot was for Gerrard to come back, but I love Captain Wilson, and I wanted her to take after Bobby

- Chimney and Maddie: they're relatively absent from the final 2 eps so I don't have much to say, I loved Chimney calling Gerrard trash to his face, and I loved Maddie. I just love Maddie.

- Buck : such a good husband for his chaotic dating-the-doppelganger-of-his-deceased-ex husband... He was just so supportive and trying to help, gosh he's just so cute. But MORE IMPORTANTLY where's my angst?? You're telling me Bobby's in a coma, and all we got from Buck (who's basically his son) is one line of dialog AFTER we know Bobby's going to be alright? Sentence immediately followed by an awkward sex joke argh!! My favorite thing about 911 is Bobby and Buck's relationship and I don't know if it's just an impression but i feel like they barely had any interaction this season, I missed them, I need more of them!! Also all things considered Buck had quite a quiet and calm season, which does feel weird and not something that will stick

- Athena : she mentioned Emmett and I was just woop crying incoming! I'm not gonna dwell on the whole cartel thing, I'm sure people already express so many opinions on this, my real question is how many times can Athena break rules before getting a problem with the hierarchy? (ik she did in s1, but since then she's been pulling some sketchy moves from time to time with no problems afterwards). Also ik the house was going to burn but I hadn't thought of the implications, that they would loose all the memories and stuff and that's so sad, I totally get her panic about wanting to get everything that's on her phone to still have SOMETHING.

-Bobby : please bobby never leave the 118, maybe they could handle it but I couldn't, so please don't leave ever.

(-Tommy : whether you ship them or not, the last scene we got of them together (dinner at Buck's) should start an alarm in your brain about their future together, specially once you consider Gerrard's come back. Tommy literally says that Gerrard's the closest things he got to a father figure when he was in the 118, and that it didn't help him be a better person. (ik he's not saying he saw Gerrard the way Buck see Bobby but he still acknowledge that he saw him as a model of some sort), that's the online line 'acknowledging' Tommy's past actions, but also showing that he followed Gerrard's lead, and we know Buck is not going to appreciate Gerrard's way of leading and this definitely could be a big cause of conflict between Buck and Tommy...)

It feels weird to finally be up to date, and to know killer bees will attack LA in two days😭

I FORGOT RAVI!!

He was there for 3seconds but still, I was so happy seeing him, and ik so far it doesn't seem he'll be back in s8 for some time, so I'm devastated

[eyesofshinigami]

Loose Tooth

Rating: G

CW: Dental and teeth related things (I guess?)

Tags: Established relationship, kid fic, fluff, parents being parents

It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Steve just didn't expect to get a call about it in the middle of the day.

"Mr. Munson?"

Immediately, Steve was on alert. His Mom Senses (as Eddie so affectionately calls them) were tingling. "Yes, this is he. Can I ask who's calling?"

"This is Mrs. Schwartz, Eleanor's teacher..."

Oh god. It could be anything. They've never had the school call before. What if Eleanor was hurt? What if she was bleeding? Why were they calling him if she was bleeding out on the floor. Why-

He cut himself off. "Is everything okay? Is Eleanor all right? What happened?"

The teacher had the audacity to laugh. "Oh, no, nothing like that, Mr. Munson. I just wanted to call you and let you know that Eleanor's tooth came out!" Silently, Steve let out a breath of relief as the woman on the other line continued to talk, "She was eating crackers for snack and it popped right out! She was so excited!"

"Oh, well, we kind of figured it would soon. I was literally telling her last night that it wouldn't be long now. I'm glad it didn't hurt her or anything," Steve said, trying to keep his voice even. It was true that Eleanor's tooth had been lose for nearly a month now; Eddie had play-threatened more than once to pull it out for her, but Eleanor wasn't having it. Even with the big one showing up behind it, she was adamant. Stubborn, like both of her dads, really.

"Not at all, she was fine. If anything, it's been a distraction because all she wants to do is look at herself in the mirror," the teacher laughed, which made Steve feel a bit better. "I'm sending her home with it in a little envelope. Hopefully the Tooth Fairy comes tonight!"

Oh shit, Steve thought. I guess that's a thing we're going to have to do now.

--

"What's the going rate for the Tooth Fairy these days, you think?" Steve asked Eddie as they finished clearing up the dinner dishes. Eleanor was busy setting up her room for the impending arrival of the Tooth Fairy, swearing that she needed to change her sheets and find her special cat stuffed animal for the occasion. Who were they to argue with her?

Eddie shrugged. "Hell if I know. I never even got visits from the Tooth Fairy, if I'm honest."

Depressing, but if Steve thought hard about it, well. "Neither did I, now that I think about it." They both got quiet for a minute, lost in their own thoughts. "Kid deserves at least two bucks, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'd give her five if I didn't think it would set a dangerous precedent," Eddie said, grinning wide.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Apparently this Tooth Fairy is made of money."

Eddie checks him playfully with his hip. "Come on, only the best for Ms Rigby, right?"

Yeah, okay, maybe Steve could be talked into it. It was her first tooth, after all, and it was pretty amazing.

Ultimately they decided on three, like the chumps they were, but they both knew that it meant ice cream over the weekend. Eleanor was going to insist on paying, like she always did when she had her own money. Steve loved how generous she tried to be, even if her ice cream was always twice the size of theirs.

They waited a couple of hours before they snuck in together, pulling the little tooth out from its hiding place under her pillow and slipping the folded up bills in its place. Eleanor was none the wiser, snoring like a man three times her age. Blissful, but noisy.

Once they made it out and head up to their own room, Steve held up the little baby tooth in his hand. "What the hell are we supposed to do with it now?"

"I guess keep it in your jewelry box? She can't know we have it, it'll ruin the magic for her." Eddie walked over to their dresser, grabbing the stupid fancy box Steve's mom had insisted on getting him for his thirtieth birthday. He never used it, so it just sat there, collecting dust. Maybe they could find a use for it after all. "It's kind of metal, don't you think? We have our kid's face bones in a box on our dresser!"

"Please don't ever call them that again," Steve insisted as he dropped the tooth into the box. "I don't even know why we keep them in the first place. It's kind of weird, don't you think?"

"Who are we to question the bizarre and archaic rituals of our forefathers? Besides, I still think it's pretty fucking cool."

"You would," Steve teased as they puttered around, getting ready for bed. Once he laid down, he rolled over to where Eddie was settling down next to him. "You know what this means, right?" At the shake of Eddie's head, he adds, voice a little wobbly, "It means our baby isn't a baby anymore."

And if they both had a good little cry about that, that's between them and their bedsheets.

(brought to you by my own feels at my kiddo having lost her first tooth. I am Steve, everybody)

[tiyawnyana]

Kinkmas : Day 6

Thigh-Fucking

A/N: I got my lip pierced! (Labret) and my mouth hurts! Yippee! So worth it though I feel so swag

Pairing: Lo'ak x fem! Human reader

Warnings: slight somnophilia kinda, thigh fucking, soft cute stuff, hinted face sitting at the end

It's hot. Sticky warmth in the forest, billowing out onto the forest floors.

Sweat beads up on your sleeping form; behind your neck, besding up just under where your mask seals over your face, between your thighs where your skin rubs together.

Gradually, you feel yourself wake up. You're groggy, licking your dry lips as you realize your body is too warm- that you're being moved around. You blink blearily and look around.

Lo'aks kelku; you'd stayed the night with him after his training for the last few weeks. Weeks of little contact, weeks of no touch. He had curled himself around you, kissing your temple soft and sweet with gentle promises to make it up to you the next day; he was so tired.

He doesn't seem tired now, you realize, as you feel something thick and hard, pressed up against your cunt and thrusting between your thighs.

You release a choked, surprised moan and he's quick to fumble out apologies.

"Shit- I'm so sorry, so sorry, baby, unhf-" He whines brokenly, arms clinging to your body as his hips buck up into you, cock slick from the pre dribbling down, coating your inner thighs,"Needed you- fuck, it's been too long-"

"I thought you were tired, ma'yawntutsyìp," you rasp out, body slumping into his voluntarily,"Would've taken care of you before."

You curl your fingers over his arms, tracing the strips and release a shaky moan as his length manages to rub into your now wet tewng, grinding over your folds and clit.

"I know you would have- you're too good for me," he groans, head tipping back against the furs,"Love you so much, tahni."

His thrusts get progressively quicker, obvious that he's chasing his release. You help by tightening your thighs around his cock, an immediate moan having a hot zing hitting your core. You moan shakily, reaching your hand up to curl behind his head, brushing over his braid gently.

He chokes on a groan, eyes rolling back as he humps into your thighs before gasping loudly, cock twitching between your thighs before cum splatters across your skin.

He humps into you for another minute, breathless as your fingers tug at his hair, and he's finally slumping down against the blankets.

He pants, eyes closed as he faces the roof of the kelku. You carefully sit up, grabbing a nearby rag and cleaning your thighs.

"'M sorry, baby," he rasps, tugging you back by the cord of your tewng.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Lo'ak, really.. but you could've woken me, I never mind our mid-night romps," you snicker, gazing at him fondly. You cup his cheek tenderly.

He smiles softly under your touch, wide golden eyes gazing up at you before he pokes the glass of your mask,"Hate this thing, wish I could kiss you all the time."

You snicker once more, tugging your mask up to kiss him quickly before fixing it back over your face.

He grumbles, before you visibly see that lightbulb go off in his head as his eyes light up,"C'mere," is all he says before he's tugging you up, up, over his chest and settling your hips above his face.

"You're too good to me, baby, let me make it up to you," is all he says in warning before your tewng is nearly torn off and he tugs you down onto his eager mouth and tongue.

A/N: gonna start posting the rest of the prompts randomly, so sorry for the hold up!!

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

[ganseybois]

Silly prompt, you’re welcome to take or leave: Buddie goes on their first date but they haven’t kisses yet. Every time they try, something happens: Eddie sneezes, a bird shits on Buck’s shoulder, a secret third thing. Finally they give up, go home, and it happens on The Couch 🛋️ 😘

thank you for the prompt :) i hope you like it, this one was pretty funny to write haha! if you want to send me one, click here!

The great thing about dating your best friend is that the dates don't actually have a chance to feel awkward.

Coming out for Buck and Eddie was different and strange for both of them - Buck eased into it a lot better, whereas Eddie needed a second to figure out his entire life. But once they both got there, once they agreed this was real, it was easy to fall into it. Going on a date was simple - they always hung out alone together, they were always affectionate with one another, so in that sense, nothing changed.

They decided to go for brunch and then a walk through the park. It's on their walk where Eddie has to try and stop himself from poking fun or laughing, because Buck keeps trying to make a move.

It starts the way it always does, nudging one another, their shoulders bumping, but then Buck grabs his hand. Eddie smiles as he does and squeezes it.

Then Buck uses that as leverage to pull him in, tugging him close and smiling gently at him, his eyes glancing down to his lips.

Here it is, Eddie thinks.

"Hi," Buck breathes. And he leans in.

Eddie sneezes right on Buck's face.

"Ah, fuck Eddie!" Buck exclaims, stepping back, wiping his face.

Eddie can't help but laugh, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his sweater. "I'm sorry!" he sneezes again. "Fuck, it's spring you know? Allergies. I'm sorry, sorry." he laughs at Buck's expression, closing the distance to kiss his jaw apologetically. It helps - it makes Eddie's gut twist pleasantly and lights something in Buck's eyes.

"How romantic of us." Buck sighs, and grabs Eddie's hand as they continue their walk.

The second time that they try to kiss, Eddie is the one to do it. They find a bench under a tree and decide to sit for a bit, curled up close. They're talking softly to one another, mostly about Chris, and then Eddie just looks up at Buck, who is so beautiful and looking at them with those gorgeous fucking eyes...

Eddie leans in.

Buck stops him by holding him steady, immediately tense all over.

"Is everything-"

"Shut up." Buck breathes, looking terrified.

"Wha-"

"There's a skunk right behind you."

Eddie freezes. "I thought skunks were nocturnal," he whispers.

"Mostly," Buck whimpers. "But not exclusively."

The skunk comes into Eddie's vision then, in the corner of his eye, walking nonchalantly past them, stopping right in front of them. Buck whimpers again as Eddie tries very hard not to move.

Buck whispers, "He's kinda cute."

"I'm not taking a skunk home."

"I didn't say to take a skunk home, I'm saying that he's cute."

"Right, and what about the cat you made me adopt last week because you went on the adoption center website even though you know how you get about it?"

"Hey, you said you love Fruit Loop!" It's such a ridiculous cat name - they both love it.

"I do!" Eddie exclaims, too loudly.

"Eddie!" Buck hisses, slapping a hand over his mouth as the skunk turns. Their eyes are wide and terrified, but thankfully, the skunk only turns to walk away, seemingly bored with them.

They breathe a sigh of relief.

And then a bird shits on Eddie's shoulder.

"That's it!" Eddie snaps suddenly. "Take me home!"

Buck sighs, but clearly, he can see that neither of them will get what they want here.

Once they're back home, Eddie gets changed and makes some coffee for the both of them, before he joins Buck on the couch. He sighs, leaning back, their shoulders touching, knees bumping.

"At least brunch was good." Eddie chuckles. "Neither of us choked."

"The standard you have for our relationship is quite low." Buck laughs softly.

"Buck, a bird shit on me today."

Immediately going into did-you-know mode, Buck leans forward to take a sip of his coffee before leaning back again, "In some cultures, a bird pooping on you is actually a sign of good luck."

"I don't feel so lucky."

Buck turns his head toward him, a hand moving slowly to Eddie's thigh, squeezing. "Maybe I can help with that..." he murmurs, gazing into his eyes.

Eddie shuffles closer, so their noses brush. "Oh yeah?" he whispers, biting his lip, anticipation sitting heavily in the air, creating a nice buzz under Eddie's skin. "How do you figure?"

Buck smiles gently, before leaning in, pressing his lips very softly against Eddie's.

Finally.

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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[tmwcs]

you know sometimes I'm conflicted about whether i want any one of the heeleads to take me or all of them together taking turns. Just imagining it feels like 🤤😫😵🤭🤜🤛👌🏻🤝✨💫

Allow me to help you with your decision….

Warnings: reader gets a train ran on her by my heeleads. Told in explicit detail…unprotected smex and it gets a little rough towards the last heelead.

The first one to take you is going to be heeler. He’s a snarly man and will enjoy being the first to open you up. He’s going to take his time and thrust into you (probably in all of your holes…I’m talking mouth, backdoor, and vaginal cavity) and will more than likely finish in your mouth while watching you feast on his kids.

Next will be the heebros. They love to sandwich you in between them, so yeah. You’re going to be straddling one’s waist while the other bucks his hips against your rear, and after he’s done the other brother will immediately stick himself inside, commenting on how nice and wet, and earn you already are while meshing his juices with that of his brothers seeds already staining your insides.

Then, heedam is going to snatch you by the hair and sing you a song while he grunts in between the lyrics and fucks you into oblivion. He’ll start with your mouth, making sure he wears you out—to the point where tears are streaming down your cheeks and you’re choking on it. He’ll make you sing while he’s fucking your throat, talking about how soothing the hums feel as it vibrates against his foreskin. When he’s about to combust, he immediately takes it and sticks it deep to add his seeds with the rest of the group that’s already stirring inside you. At this point, you’re beginning to feel the swashing effect from the amount of liquid that’s filling your tummy.

Then we have heethan (oh shit run) now in his usually fashion, he’s going to commit to fucking you as Heeseung, then do his switch and fuck you as ethan. You’ll get a taste of sensual passion with sinister pleasure, but both will be painful regardless because they both like to go hard. Heeseung will be tender with his lips, while his hips and jamming into you. He’s gonna hold you by the waist and hold you down as he’s fucking into you with great force. When he’s releasing inside of you, you witness the transition of darkness overtaking his features and his tone deepens, and you see Ethan grinning back at you. He’ll taunt you as he starts the thrusts back up. You’ll be incredibly sore because he didn’t even pull out during the switch so you’re feeling the friction and sting of semi-dried cum staining you inside and out.

Finally…you already know… 😈

Heelel is going to approach you, and he’s going to have some of his demonic features appearing such as his demonic antlers, his extended claws, wings, and his tail. The tail is going to wrap around your waist and he’s going to suspend you in the air as he uses it to lift you and position you against him. He has extraordinary abilities, like telekinesis. He uses it to aid the momentum of how fast he wants your body to bounce on his cock while he stands and smiles at your screaming face. You’re going to beg and plead for him to hurry up and finish but each time he gets close, he’ll pause to let himself calm down so he can ‘savor’ your insides and the amount of cum that is swishing around his shaft. And just because he cums….doesn’t mean he’s done. He’ll cum as many times he needs to in order to feel satisfied….which can be anywhere from 10-50 times. (Such stamina) lol.

[lover-of-mine]

So. first off - I your colour theory posts are amazing, they are the first thing I ever saw of yours and I immediately fell in love.

Secondly, I just saw your recent response re: your thoughts about 7x04 & 7x05 and am wondering if maybe things will make more sense, or at least be easier to articulate, once 7x06 is out.

Hi, first, thank you, I'm so glad you enjoy them 🩷

But, yeah, probably. Because the more data points on something the easier it will be to figure out what they mean. It was easy for me to figure out how to articulate all I wanted with my blue and green posts because the blue and green is being used since season 2, so there's a lot resolved for me to look at to figure out patterns. But this season, we are using new rules. Like, for instance, Buck being canonically bi, makes Eddie a love interest officially, so they have different rules being applied to them now. I think the show might be creating a whole new category of stuff there because we never had a proper triangle before. I have some theories, but I don't have anything to back me up on them fully yet, because this development is in the middle, so trying to write something now kinda feels like I'm trying to write a summary on a book I didn't finish reading. Everything about the season so far is telling me that Buck and Eddie are gonna get together but they need to figure out they are queer first. Or at least tell the audience that. Like, they have enough space to say that Eddie already knows he has feelings for Buck in some degree, in all degrees actually, they can argue Eddie from fully in denial to aware of something he needs to deny to fully in acceptance that he thinks Buck can't love him back, but they would still need to figure out a way to tell the audience that outside of Buck (as in not in a scene with Buck) so that the "Eddie turned gay for Buck" argument can't be used. Because I can't turn off the writer side of my brain trying to guess where this is going narratively while doing analysis like that, and I think, for instance the blue and yellow is telling me something on that, but since I don't think the show has used this combo like this before (and I hadn't had the time to fact check my current theory) I don't have a resolved plotline to use, so I'm kinda speculating on a lot more than just the pattern since this season is in the middle and we don't have the story they are trying to tell yet and I don't love going down that line alone. Like, it was fun writing about the sun within the construction on sunset theory, but I think the actual yellow/gold the keep putting around Eddie and behind Buck is being used for something more than that but I don't know how to explain why I think that.

There's also the way they are handling the blue and green thing this season, I can't tell if they proved me right and they have been completing the blue and green thing with other elements of the scene, since we had Henren in blue and green with both of them using both blue and green down to their shoes or the patterns of their clothes this last episode, we had bathena completing it with pants, we had Buck with a green coat and Eddie surrounded by blue things, even the date between Buck and Tommy, Buck usually is in solid colors, but his shirt was patterned where Tommy's was solid, or if they decided to expand this season and the shit I pointed out before are coincidences. The season being in the middle means it can turn in any direction, so I'm kinda unsure of what to say because right now I feel like I'm completely off base and that makes me not feel confident enough in what I'm saying when I try to write on 704 and 705, and if I'm not confident of what I'm saying, then how I'm supposed to convince y'all of anything? Does that make sense? Like I have more thoughts on 704 after watching 705, the same way both gave me thoughts on 701, but they still sound like gibberish to me so I know they will sound like gibberish to you, so I'm waiting and letting the thoughts simmer.

[animeficwriter]

KonoKomi Nonsense

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Ships: Konoha Akinori/Komi Haruki.

Summary: Basically just Komi getting his shit wrecked because Konoha wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine. First tickle fic!!!!!

Warnings: Uhhh. THIS IS A TICKLE FIC! I guess it might be a bit intense for some people, so be careful with that. There is also lots of stomach tickles if that is not your thing.

Words: 964. (Not bad for my first tickle fic I suppose)

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"You are so cute, oh my god."

Komi snarls, but the feral sound lost its fright as his scowl slowly morphs into a shaky grin. Konoha looks down at his boyfriend, his own lips quirked into a soft, fond smile. He leisurely lowers his fingers towards his torso, his fingers mere centimeters above the skin. Komi shifts slightly and turns his head away, his face now dusted a light pink as his grin wobbles even more.

"Don't you fucking dahahare..." he tries to threaten, but his pink face and trembling voice immediately make him lose any sense of fright he might've had.

Konoha wiggles his fingers slightly, cooing teasingly when Komi flinches away, biting his lip in anticipation. He feints his hands downward, and Komi flinches once more, a single nervous giggle escaping before he bites his lip again, his face flushing even more from embarrassment.

"Don't fuhucking tease mehe, bitch!" He manages to choke out defiantly. "Just wait until this is over, I'm going to wreck you so bad you won't even— ahahahAHAHAHAHA!"

He shrieks in surprise as Konoha's fingers suddenly dig into his stomach, arching his back once before ultimately crashing back down onto the bed and dissolving into laughter. Konoha's previously small smile widens into a grin as he watches his boyfriend squirm and struggle as much as he can with his hands tied behind his back. "What was that, babe?" He teases. "Go on and tell me. You're gonna wreck me so bad I won't even what?"

Komi sputters, trying to stop laughing enough to form a retort (or at least a half assed apology), but Konoha is relentless, his fingers scribbling and digging carefully into the lean muscle of his belly, making sure he had no choice but to just take it and laugh.

"I... I..."

Was all he managed to say before he threw his head back against the bed, bucking and squirming as Konoha's fingers kept up their persistent assault.

It seems like an eternity before Konoha finally stops, his fingers resting gently against his belly. Komi took the opportunity to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he took in much needed gulps of air. He looks up at Konoha, his face flushed with heat and his breathing erratic.

"Yohou... son-of-a-bitch," he rasped. "That wahasn't... fair..."

Konoha just grins at him in response, simply enjoying the way Komi looks as he pulls himself together. "I never said it would be fair, Haru. I just said I would go easy."

Komi squawks indignantly. "You call that going easy? I was fucking dying!"

Konoha pokes his belly with a single finger, chucking heartedly as he recoils with a surprised laugh. "That's cause you're sensitive here. Just so ticklish on your cute little belly, ain't ya?"

Komi whines around a laugh, fidgeting restlessly as Konoha's fingers poked him ruthlessly from both sides. "Stohohop," he whimpers pitifully. "Cut it ouhuhut! You're sohoho mehehean!"

Konoha finally relents after a few more pokes, his smile wicked. "Oh, am I being mean?" He asks as he shuffles his body downward, stopping when his face is level with Komi's belly. "Am I really being mean?"

Komi's eyes widen in recognition, and he grins nervously. "Wait, no, Aki, I didn't mean it, nonohoHOHOHO!"

He presses a messy kiss against Konoha's belly, Komi wriggling and giggling as his legs flail helplessly behind Konoha's back. He nuzzles his nose along his waistline, occasionally nibbling at the soft skin. Komi just squeaks and twists again, his nerves practically on fire from the gentle action.

Suddenly, Konoha stops and looks back up at his boyfriend, pondering his breathless giggles and pleading eyes for just a moment before shrugging slightly and leaning back down, placing a loud, ticklish raspberry right onto Komi's belly button.

To say Komi laughed was an understatement, he fucking cackled.

"Aki, n-nohohoHOHO! STOHOHOP, NONONONONOHOHOHO!"

"You are so ticklish, oh my god. It's amazing." Konoha murmurs lovingly against his belly before he blows another raspberry. It gets even worse when Konoha brings his fingers back into the mix, vibrating intensely against the sides of his belly, and fuck, it tickles so bad, it's too much—

"ST-STOHOHOHOP—" he pleads, un-shed tears finally leaking from behind tightly closed eyelids. He cackles again as Konoha nips gently at the skin of his waistline, kissing a trail back up towards his belly button. "I-I'M GONNA DIHHIHIE!"

Konoha sighs deeply against his stomach, making him release a very unflattering snort, before he finally, finally, stops. "Alright, alright, I'll stop."

He sits back up, proudly surveying his hard work. Komi shudders as he gasps out a thanks, his bright red face streaked with tears and his mouth curled into a very infectious smile. He leans back down towards Komi, his heart swelling happily when he flinches away with a high-pitched giggle. He shushes him quickly, pressing a single kiss to his forehead before whispering in his ear. "Not so fun being on the receiving end is it, Haruki?"

Komi chortles as he shakes his head. "Noho, it isn't," he agrees. "Jesus fuhuhuck, you were merciless..."

Konoha's lips twitch back into that soft smile, and he gives Komi's belly one last tickle just to watch him squeal before turning him over and freeing him from his bonds. Komi groans quietly as he turns around, wrapping his arms around Konoha. Konoha just laughs as he allows himself to dragged on top of Komi.

"You were so adorable," he muses as Komi starts to aggressively spoon him. "So cute and giggly and ticklish."

"Yeah, yeah..." Komi growls softly, then he's tightening his hold on Konoha's torso and pressing mouth onto his bare collarbone. Konoha chokes on a giggle at the sudden touch.

"But not nearly as cute and giggly and ticklish as you're about to be..."