#but everyone please give your pets a pat or kiss for me

[rotarywires]

this christmas is especially difficult but i want to push through it as much as i can

[ornateorchid]

thinking about poly 141 x reader when you have a bad day at work :/

warnings: fem!afab!reader, one moment of smut (oral f!receiving), fluff, comfort, pet names

It was another one of those days where everything went wrong. You woke up late, spilled your drink in your car, ran into the door, and had to flag down a janitor to unlock your office because you left your keys at home. And that was just in the morning. By the afternoon, you were exhausted and wanted away from everyone. Your boss had assigned another upcoming project and your group is full of the most miserable, insufferable people you could come across. They argued over everything and you just had to sit back and hope they wouldn't make you pick sides.

Usually, you would go home and cry and eat ice cream while watching your comfort movies after a day like this. But your boys were home from deployment, so you knew they wouldn't let that happen.

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When you walked through the front door, Simon and John were setting the table while Johnny and Kyle were playing video games in the living room.

"Welcome home, love," Simon said as he gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hey, darling. How was your day?" John asked as he set down the utensils.

You ignored both of them and made a b-line for Kyle and Johnny. Not because you favored them, but because you desperately needed someone to hold you. You climbed onto the couch and buried yourself in Johnny's arms. He paused the game and chuckled as he held you tightly, rubbing your back as you whined.

"Rough day?" Kyle asked, looking at you with concern.

You nodded, holding tighter to Johnny's shirt. You didn't even realize you were crying, but the tears were flowing.

"Wha' happened, bonnie?" Johnny asked, kissing your temple.

"I'm tired," you sobbed. "Today has been terrible."

"Aw, c'mere," Kyle said, opening his arms.

You immediately crawled into his lap and hid your face in his neck, letting him hold you close. Johnny scooted closer and rubbed your back, cooing softly. Simon and John came into the living room, both frowning.

"Everything alright?" John asked, sitting on the other side of Kyle and rubbing your arm.

"Just a bad day, it seems," Kyle said, rubbing your side.

"It was terrible," you cried. "Everyone was arguing. I didn't get enough sleep. And I forgot my keys and couldn't get into my office."

"Sounds like a shitty day," Simon said, coming around and kissing your cheek. "Did you eat?"

You shook your head. "No time," you sniffed. "And I wasn't hungry anyway."

"How about we eat dinner, then we'll get ya a bath and cuddle for the rest of the night, a'right?" Johnny suggested, running his hand along your back.

"That sounds nice," you sighed, relaxing against Kyle.

"Alright, you get some more cuddles while we finish up dinner," Simon said, patting your head.

"You wanna go change into something more comfortable, love?" Kyle murmurs as he presses kisses onto the top of your head. You nod and he carries you to the bedroom, gently setting you on the bed.

He turns around and starts rummaging through the dresser while making small talk. You only give short, one-word answers whenever he asks a question, mostly just listening.

"You wanna know what helps me feel better after a stressful day?" he asks, a smirk on his face. You can't see it since his back is still turned towards you, but you can hear it in the tone of his voice that he's up to no good.

"Hm?" you ask, and he turns around and places a pair of sweatpants and one of Simon's shirts on the bed. He walks closer to where you're sitting on the bed and leans down to your level. "An orgasm," he says quietly. "Only if you want to, of course. It's up to you, love."

On one hand, it sounds nice. But on the other hand, you were tired and didn't feel like doing much.

Almost like he read your mind, Kyle rubs your arm and says, "You just have to lay here and look pretty. You know I love giving."

"Please?" you whine, pouting.

"Of course, sweetheart," he said, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He slowly pushed you down onto the bed, settling between your legs.

"Let me know if it's too much, yeah?" he murmured as he unbuttoned your shirt. You hummed in agreement, too focused on the feeling of his lips on your skin. He trailed kisses down your neck, sucking and nipping gently.

His hand snaked their way up to your chest, rubbing and squeezing. His hand slipped inside your bra, cupping and fondling your breast. You moan and arch into his touch, loving the attention.

He kissed and sucked his way down your chest, removing his hand from your bra. He quickly undid the button on your pants, sliding the zipper down. You lifted your hips and he pulled them off, tossing them to the side. He slid his hand under your underwear and cupped your pussy.

"Already wet," he purred, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned softly, hips rocking.

"So pretty, laid out for me like this," he murmurs. "Gonna take care of you, baby."

He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down. Once they were off, he sat back and stared at your naked body.

"So gorgeous," he muttered, leaning down and kissing your pussy. He slowly licked from your entrance to your clit, flicking it with his tongue.

"Such a sweet girl," he murmured, his mouth vibrating against you. He kissed your thigh before sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. He moved further down, leaving hickeys in his wake.

He reached your inner thigh and bit down harder than before, drawing a loud moan from your throat. He soothed the bite mark with his tongue, moving back up.

"Love you," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. He moved down and licked around your entrance, moaning softly. "God, you taste so good," he groaned. "I could do this all day."

You whimpered, gripping his hair. He hummed and slipped his tongue inside, curling and thrusting it in and out. He reached up and rubbed your clit with his thumb, and your body started trembling.

He continued his assault, alternating between licking and sucking at your clit and thrusting his tongue in and out. Right then, there was a knock on the door and John walked in. "Dinner's rea- oh."

He looked surprised, but not angry. Kyle didn't stop, only smirking at John as he continued eating you out. "Well, I guess you're already eating," John said, walking over and rubbing your hip. Kyle hummed, licking your pussy slowly.

"John," you moaned, reaching for him. He smiled and took your hand, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Kyle's taking good care of you, yeah?"

"Mhm," you sighed. Kyle had moved back down, thrusting his tongue in and out as fast as possible. John chuckled, squeezing your hand.

"You like that, huh?" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You nodded your head and moaned loudly, back arching. Kyle hummed and pressed his tongue deeper inside, rubbing his nose against your clit. You came with a cry, gripping his hair. He continued licking and sucking as you rode out your high, slowing down as your body went slack.

"That's a good girl," John said, patting your thigh. He kissed your cheek and stood, smiling "Come join us when you're ready," he said, turning and leaving.

Kyle looked up at you, smiling. "Feel better?"

"Much better," you replied, nodding.

"Good," he said, kissing your pussy once more. He climbed off the bed and helped you get dressed, pressing soft kisses all over your face.

"Love you," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I love you too," you replied, burying your face in his side.

He led you out of the room and into the kitchen, where John was already eating and Simon was pouring drinks.

"Hey, bonnie," Johnny said, smiling. "Feeling better?"

You nodded, blushing. Simon walked over and kissed your cheek, handing you a glass of water.

"Glad to hear it," he said, sitting down next to Kyle.

"You're a sneaky bastard, Garrick," Simon whispers, and leans over to kiss his Sergeant on the mouth.

" 'M well aware, Lieutenant," Kyle smirks. "Couldn't resist the opportunity."

Simon chuckled and shook his head, and John smiled at the exchange.

"Come eat, darling," John said, patting the chair next to him. You sat down, and he kissed your cheek, wrapping an arm around you.

"Thank you," you mumbled, leaning into his side.

"Of course, darling," he said, smiling. "You've had a tough day; you deserve a little extra affection."

You blushed, burying your face in his neck. He chuckled and rubbed your side, kissing the top of your head.

After dinner, the five of you watched a movie. You were curled up in Johnny's lap, his strong arms wrapped around you. Simon's head was in your lap, while Kyle was snuggling with John on the loveseat. You were half asleep by the time the movie was over, and Johnny chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

"Ready for bed, bonnie?" he asked, running his hand along your arm.

"Mhm," you mumbled, cuddling closer to him.

"Let's get you to bed then," he said, scooping you up. You nuzzled his neck, sighing softly. He carried you to the bedroom, setting you on the bed.

"You wanna shower first, lovie?" Simon asked when he walked into the bedroom. You nodded your head, and he smiled.

"Okay, darling. We'll be quick," he said, kissing your forehead.

Once everyone was done showering and changing, they climbed into bed. You were laying on top of Simon, John on one side rubbing your back and Kyle and Johnny snuggling on the other.

"Feeling better?" Simon asked, rubbing your side.

"Much better," you mumbled, resting your head on his chest.

"Good," he said, kissing the top of your head.

John leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling.

"We're glad you're feeling better," he said, "Get some rest, darling."

"I love you," you said, yawning.

"We love you too," Simon said, and John nodded.

They were asleep soon after, and you followed suit. Today may have started terribly, but the end definitely made up for it.

a/n: GRAHHH i hate the ending but this has been festering in my drafts for weeks and i wanted it OUT.

divider by @saradika

[cybrs4pphic]

desperate!reader x ellie

modern!au (ellie’s a guitarist for a band), established relationship, ellie’s equally as desperate but loves to tease u lol, slight stoner!ellie, mentions of alcohol, cunnilingus, strap fucking, doggy-esque, she’s a creamer, sweet pet names but rough fuckin <3, she’s kinda mean during it, spit play (a lil bit), light slapping (like once), i love ellie

18+ mdni (u will b blocked)

watching ellie’s fingers move in rhythm to the music could’ve made you come alone. watching her on stage, letting the music consume her, had you growing wetter and wetter with every passing minute. you were practically itching for the show to be over so you could run backstage and jump her.

it’s nearing the end of the show and you can see ellie looking around the crowd for you before her eyes land on yours and giving you a small smile. after one last song the stage lights go dark— it’s over. you rush to the side of the stage, practically running to the backstage area before you feel an arm wrap around your waist preventing you.

“what do you think you’re doing?” the voice is deep, obviously not ellie.

“need to see my girlfriend, lemme go,” you’re squirming in the security guard’s grip trying to get out.

“yeah you and everyone el-,”

“let ‘er in,” a voice cuts in. you glance up seeing ellie.

“ellie!!” you feel the security guards grip loosen before you practically shove him off of you to run to ellie.

“hi, baby,” she smiles, “let’s go, yeah?” you nod grabbing her hand and following her.

you follow her into her dressing room seeing her bong, some alcohol, and clothes strewn all over the floor. ellie gives you a quick kiss before walking over to her bong, packing it and taking the biggest hit you’ve ever seen anyone take.

“c’mere, babe,” she sits down on the couch, patting her lap to which you happily oblige. plopping yourself onto her lap, running your hands up and down her body before settling around her neck.

“ellie,” you drawl out.

“what’s up?”

“kiss me, please,” you practically breathe out, “need to feel you, please. watchin’ you up on stage got me so worked up need you to fix it,” your face falling into her neck as you talk. a hand threads through your hair pulling your head back up before pushing you towards ellie, finally kissing her. you try to deepen the kiss but she pulls away, grabbing the bong to feed you a hit.

she puts the bong up to your mouth, your hands instinctively wrapping around the neck of it.

“suck in ‘til i tell you when,” she looks at you, flicking the lighter on before moving it to the bowl, you both watching the chamber fill with smoke. ellie pulls the bowl out telling you to inhale.

“hold it, hold it,” she drags on, “exhale. yeah, just like that look at you,” you know she’s doing it on purpose— talking to you like that. she knows the way she can get you soaking through your underwear with just her words, she doesn’t even have to touch you. you feel her hand sliding up your thigh to rest on your hip, comforting you as you cough from the smoke.

ellie begins rolling a joint for the two of you (probably the fattest one you’ve ever seen). watching the way her fingers meticulously roll the paper around the paper to the way the tip of tongue flattens on the paper to seal it shut. she knows you love when she rolls for you so she always tries to impress you while she does it.

“ellie, please,” you choke out.

“please, what? use your words, baby, we talked about this,”

“please, i need you inside me—need to feel you stretching me out, need your cock, ellie,” she practically throws you off her and onto the couch taking her shirt off then yours before reaching under your skirt and pulling your panties off and putting them in her pocket.

“gotta get’ya ready first,” she whispers as her hands move up your legs.

ellie lights the joint taking a few puffs to make sure it stays lit before passing it to you. she pushes your skirt up to your lower stomach before diving face first into your dripping cunt with no warning. she’s lapping at it like a starved woman— she is— she can’t get enough of it. she runs a finger down your cunt, inserting it into you before quickly adding another finger searching for that soft spot inside you. you try to rut your hips up into her face for some friction but her free arm is quickly pressed to your lower stomach holding you down continuing her assault on your clit.

you’re trying to keep hold of the joint, it’s burning and you know you’re wasting her weed so you bring it up to your lips taking a generous hit. as you cough from the smoke, you feel ellie laugh against your cunt sending shivers up through your body.

she continues on your cunt with her mouth and fingers and you can feel your orgasm building up in your stomach, everything becoming more sensitive.

“ellie ellie ellie, st-‘m gonna come,” you plead for her.

“come, baby, c’mon all over me. yeahh,” she drawls out the last part as you ride out your orgasm on her face, her tongue still lapping at your clit making your shaking legs close around her head.

she pulls her fingers out immediately bringing them up to your lips her other hand grasping your face in her hand.

“‘m not done with you, yet,” she says as she pulls the joint from your fingers, surprised you even were able to hold onto it. she takes a couple inhales of it before putting it up to your lips, signaling for you to take it between your lips and breathe in. ellie always knows how to get you so high. her tolerance is shot, so she just kinda assumes people can handle what she can.

you can feel the smoke run down your throat into your lungs as you inhale, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke. ellie chuckles a bit at your coughs.

“y’re doin s’good, babe,” ellie says as she gets up to walk over to her backpack leaning up against a wall. she unzips it before digging through it to find her black harness and the sparkly pink dildo she so graciously let you pick out. all while she’s doing this all you do is just watch the way the muscles in her arms flex and contort with each movement making you wetter and wetter by the second.

“ellieeeee,” you whine out, “hurry upppp,”

“be patient or you’re not getting any,” ellie replies simply making you nod your head in response despite the fact she’s facing away from you.

after a couple minutes ellie walks back over to you, assembled strap in hand.

“lay down f’me,” she requests to which you happily oblige laying down on your back on the couch.

“nuh uh, over the armrest, love,” she retorts to your movement. you give her a look before bending over the couch armest, arms sprawled out in front of you, back arched ever so beautifully with the help of the drop from the armrest to the couch.

ellie slides on the strap moving to walk behind you. you feel her fingers slide from the base of your neck all the way down your back to your leaking cunt before pressing a finger to your clenching hole, not quite going in. ellie’s teasing causes you to push your hips back onto her finger so that she slides in. she’s quick to press a hand to your lower back pushing you into the couch to suppress your movements.

“you take what i give you, or i give you nothing,” ellie states simply.

“but, ellie, i need you. ‘ve been waitin’ all day for you. can’t you see—feel— how wet i am for you,” you reply desperately, trying to turn your head to look at her. ellie sucks in a breath at how direct you’re being, her resolve crumbling.

“you can wait five more minutes,” she says, fully submerging her finger inside you, making you gasp. she starts her ministrations ever so slowly, teasing you, before she begins to speed up and slowly teases another finger into your entrance. the stretch from her fingers leaves your mouth agape, letting out gasps for air every time she hits the soft spot inside of you.

“ellie ellie, ‘m- ah, fuck, ellie right there,” you blurt out to her as she practically assaults the spot inside you.

“need your cock please ellie ‘m ready,” it basically comes out al muddled together, but ellie knows what you need. she always does. she slowly takes her fingers out of you before leaning completely over you, leaning on her forearm next to your head, to tap her fingers against your lips.

“suck,” she says. and you do. ellie practically moans at the sight of you taking her middle and ring finger into your mouth, sucking on it like you would her strap. ellie’s throbbing at the sight and feeling of your mouth around her fingers. she pulls her fingers out of your mouth leaving a string of saliva between your lips and her fingers before it breaks. your lips are covered in spit, and ellie takes her hand smearing the saliva around before gently slapping you across the cheek to get your attention.

“you ready, my love?” she asks and you nod as best you can with her body weight on top of you.

“yes,” you squeak out, knowing she’ll only fuck you if you use your words. ellie lifts herself up off of you and slaps the pink silicone cock against your clit a couple times before sliding it down to your entrance before she pushes the tiniest bit in. ellie’s taking her time entering you, making sure the dildo is lubed up enough with your arousal. every time she pulls out she goes a little deeper, before she completely pulls out of you and slams her whole cock into your cunt making you moan out loud as she hits your soft spot. when ellie sinks into you, you hear her groan too as if she can feel how tight you are.

“fuck— move, ellie, fuck me please please please,” you sound desperate— and you are— but you don’t care all you need is to feel her cock pounding into you. and she does. her hands grip your hips, pushing you into the armrest even more before setting a ruthless pace for you.

you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill, as she fucks you senseless. you’re moaning any word your fucked-out brain can produce.

“yes yes! fuck- oh my go- ellie,” you’re practically fucking screaming and you’re sure everyone outside of her dressing room can hear how well she’s fucking into you. ellie then leans over you, bracing herself on her palms, causing her cock to (somehow) get even deeper inside you. ellie’s groaning in your ear as she continues fucking you like her life depends on it. she can tell you’re close from the way you’re clenching around her and how hard it’s getting for her to move. but you need just a bit more.

ellie leans up a bit before snaking a hand around your front to reach down to your clit, rubbing small, fast circles on it making you cry out from the sensitivity.

“ellie, ‘m gonna come. i’m gonna come, gonna come,” you can’t even stop the words from continuously coming out if you tried. tears streaming down your face, sweat forming on your forehead, ellie’s fingers rubbing your clit, her fucking you harder than she ever has— it’s too much.

“c’mon. come f’me, baby,” she says, not letting up at all finally pushing you over the edge. you come so hard your mouth just falls open into a silent scream, breathing like you just ran a 5k. ellie can barely move but she bottoms out into you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm before pulling out seeing the white ring of your come around the base of the dildo.

she pulls out and you can’t even move— just completely lifeless, naked and bent over the couch. ellie tells you to stay put (as if you could move anyway) before she comes back with a warm towel cleaning you up making you twitch from the over sensitivity. ellie flips you onto your back, gently moving your hair out of your face before leaning in to give you a quick kiss as a ‘thank you’, something she does every time.

“what about you, els?” you question, knowing she hadn’t come but had to be ridiculously soaked.

“we’ll worry about me later. get some rest, my love,” ellie replies thinking about the ways she’s gonna ride your face as you doze off. <3

a/n: WHEN WHEN WHEN WHEN WHRN WHEN WHEN.

[skz317cb97]

The Dressing Room

Jeongin x Female reader

Word count: 3.5k "drabbles"🤣

Synopsis: When Jeongin's hyungs won't go shopping he calls to see if you'll go with him.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Jeeze I can't believe I've written 7 of these already. Thank you for everyone's interest in this series I'm glad you're all enjoying it! If you like this one be sure to reblog, comment, like, jump in my asks whatever. Thanks again! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, Jeongin calls you noona mostly (only once during sex), semi public sex, hand job, premature ejaculation, oral (m receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie, slight MC dom/Jeongin sub dynamics, pet names (baby mostly, good boy, MC calls him baby bread but not during sex), I think that's it but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately! 7/9

You and Seungmin got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed. You were standing in front of the mirror brushing your hair when Seungmin came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you sweetly while you finished detangling your hair. When you were done you set down the brush and turned wrapping your arms around Seungmin too. He leaned in and kissed you softly. 

“I’ve got to go to the studio...” You nodded understanding and you both headed out of the bathroom. When you walked into the kitchen you found Felix already starting the second batch of cookie dough. He didn’t seem very surprised to see Seungmin. He looked at the two of you with a sheepish smile, he was just about to say something when Seungmin cut between you interupting. 

“See ya pervert.” Seungmin clapped his hand roughly on Felix’s back as he walked past to head out. Felix’s eyes got big and sparkly and a little squeak came from his throat as his face turned bright red. You sighed and rolled your eyes. 

“SEUNGMIN you just said...” 

“That I’d be nice to Yongbok tomorrow. It’s still today. See ya my little sweeties!” With that Seungmin headed out the door whistling. You sighed heavily again. You walked over to Felix and rubbed your hand across his back and he looked at you with a small, forced smile. 

“Let’s salt some cookies angel.” His smile became genuine and Felix finished the second batch of cookie dough while you started on the fresh batch of icing. The board game night the next day somehow managed to be even more chaos than usual. Chan had picked Clue and everyone started yelling, accusing each other of being the killer. Surprisingly Seungmin was being very nice to Yongbok. Unsurprisingly there was an ulterior motive. Once Felix’s guard was down Seungmin pulled a switcharoo and slid his salty cookies, that he’d also overheard you and Felix discussing the day before, onto Felix’s plate. When smiley Felix took a bite of his cookie his face contorted immediately. He opened his mouth and spit out the cookie, coughing while Seungmin rolled in laughter. You handed Felix your drink and patted his back while giving Seungmin a scolding look.  

“Kim Seungmin!”  

“Hey he tried to feed me salty cookies, he had it coming.” You shook your head. You just never knew what these men were going to do next. Before you left you made sure to get hugs from all the guys because you had to leave for a business trip the next day and you’d be gone for four whole weeks. 

The day you came home from your business trip you were exhausted. You drug your luggage inside leaving it by the door. You forced your legs to take you to the couch and then slumped down with a heavy breath. Just as your ass hit the couch your phone started going off. You grabbed it and you saw Jeongin’s face smiling at you. You swiped and accepted the call. 

“Hey Innie.” You could hear the joy in his voice when he realized you answered. 

“Noona! Are you back home now?!” You laughed still tired. 

“Yes I’m home Innie, literally just walked in and sat down.” 

“Okay I don’t want to bother you...” You shushed him. 

“You could never bother me baby bread. What’s up?” You could hear his breathy soft laugh. 

“Well I just wanted to see if once you’re rested up if you’d go to the mall shopping with me? All of the guys say I take too long and you always give me your opinion on things I try on.” Sweet Innie you thought to yourself. 

“I would love to go shopping at the mall with you Jeongin. How about day after tomorrow?”  

“Oh thank you noona I can’t wait to see you!” You laughed softly, endeared by the youngest of your friends.  

“Me too baby bread.” True to your word, the day after next you picked up Jeongin in the morning and headed for the mall to go shopping, planning on making a day of it. You were walking around checking out a few of the different stores, trying on clothes, laughing. At one point Jeongin started lagging behind a bit. You turned to make sure he hadn’t gotten off too far from you and caught him oogling your ass in your mini skirt. He looked like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar as his eyes immediately darted back up, his face turning an adorable shade of pink. You smirked but didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to embarrass him. When you turned to continue walking you noticed you were coming up on a lingerie store and a lightbulb popped on in your head. 

“Ooo! Come on Innie!” You rushed for the lingerie store and his eyes went wide. 

“I need to get a couple new bras and some panties.” He blushed even harder. 

“Oh... uh... I can wait out here while you do noona.” You shook your head lightly laughing as you walked over to Jeongin and grabbed his hands, pulling him towards the store. 

“Don’t be silly Innie, come on.” He allowed you to lead him still wide eyed into the store filled with slinky lacey undergarments. You browsed around and grabbed a couple of cute bras you saw and a few pairs of panties. When Jeongin saw your hands full he started to relax knowing he wouldn’t have to be in the intoxicating store much longer. Then he heard a happy little squeal come from you. He looked over and saw you looking at a sheer white teddy, a ruffle lining the hem of the skirt and little embroidered flowers all over it. 

“Innie isn’t this cute!” He almost choked and his eyes went even wider somehow, you worried they might pop from his head if they got any bigger. 

“Uh.... um... well... yea noona it’s very pretty.” He managed to choke out finally. 

“I think I’m gonna try it on!” All the blood from Jeongin’s head instantly rushed to his cock. 

“WHAT?!... Uh... I mean...” You smirked.  

“Should only take a second Innie. Is it okay?” He cleared his throat. 

“Oh yea sure absolutely! I’ll just wait right out here.” You smiled and pecked his cheek before dashing off into the dressing room leaving Jeongin standing there an absolute blushing fool. A couple of minutes passed and after hearing some huffing and puffing coming from the dressing room Jeongin heard a small psst. 

“Innie...” You whispered. He peeked around the corner and your head was poked out from your dressing room. Jeongin looked terrified. 

“What noona? I don’t think I’m supposed to be-” Before Jeongin could finish his sentence you walked out from your dressing room and stood there in the sheer teddy, no panties, your hard nipples clearly visible through the material. 

“What do you think Innie? Does this look okay on me?” His eyes were fixed on your pretty much nude figure, speechless. You waited a moment but got no reply still. 

“Innnnie?” You whined a little. 

“Does it look good?” You did a little spin showing the back and sticking your ass out a little. 

“I’m just not sure...” You declared as you watched him watch you through the dressing room mirror. He wiped drool from his mouth and suddenly snapped out of it. He started looking at the floor, the ceiling, anything that wasn’t you in sexy see through lingerie. 

“Y-yes noona it... it... uh... looks nice.” 

“Hmm nice isn’t exactly what I’m going for... is it sexy?” Jeongin bit his lip and nodded at his feet. 

“Mhm... um... yes... you... look...” His words trailed off as his eyes landed on you again drinking in every inch of your body you were showing him. 

“Sexy?” You finished his sentence for him and he nodded wordlessly. 

“GREAT!” Your exclamation made Jeongin jump and he looked around to make sure no one saw him by the dressing rooms.  

“Then I’ll buy this one too. Thank you Innie.” He shook his head and quickly left the dressing room area. You came back out in your street clothes with, bra, panties, and the white teddy in your hands and walked up to the check out. You purchased your items and left with black bag in hand to finish shopping, Jeongin having a couple more stores he was wanting to check out. He went into a men’s apparel store and you followed closely. Jeongin glanced through the racks shuffling through the clothes and glancing up at you from time to time doing the same thing. Finally, you looked up and caught him staring at you. 

“Find anything you like?” You asked and your words were seductive. He quickly looked down at the rack again, moving another hanger as if that was what he’d done the whole time and not gawk at you daydreaming about you in the teddy again, skirt pushed up, ass pushed out. He grabbed the first thing he saw and held it up. 

“Uh, these, I think I wanna try these on.” He said then swallowed hard. You thought he was the cutest, so shy unlike the others who had initiated things mostly. You were enjoying teasing him a little, making him blush and look down with that smile. 

“Okay Innie, looks like the dressing rooms are in the back of the store.” He started to walk back and you followed. When he realized he stopped. 

“Oh! Noona... uh you don’t have to come.” You shook your head 

“Nonsense Innie! Whose opinion will you get if I don’t come huh?” He nodded. 

“Oh... yea... I guess you’re right.” He continued on to the dressing rooms with you close behind. He went into one of the little rooms and put the pants, that were entirely too small, on. He managed to get them buttoned and zipped when you tapped at his door. 

“Come on out Innie, show me.” He looked in the mirror and the pants were so tight you could see the outline of his hard on. His other pants were loose making it easier to hide. There was no way he could let you see him like that. You quietly called to him again. 

“Jeongin?” He was gonna have to show you the damn pants. 

“Um yea... just a second...” He tried to adjust his cock so it wasn’t quite so obvious that he was sporting a bit more than a semi for you. He sighed running his hand through his fluffy black hair and opened the dressing room door enough to poke his head out. 

“Well let’s see.” He shook his head. 

“Uh, they don’t really fit, I don’t want to come out.” You smiled at him sweetly. 

“That’s okay Innie...” He let out a sigh of relief until you pulled the door open and started to walk in. 

“I’ll come in and look.” He backed up against the wall across from the door as you shut and locked it. 

“Y/N! I... I really don’t think you’re allo-” Before Jeongin could finish his sentence your eyes traveled down and landed on the prominent bulge showing through the pants that, he was correct in saying, didn’t fit. You took a step closer to him. 

“Innie...” 

“Y-yes?” He swallowed hard, he looked straight into your eyes and couldn’t look away. 

“I saw you looking at my ass and the way you looked at it when I tried on that teddy.” His jaw dropped and he started to stammer. You took another step towards him and he got quiet again. Doing everything to not scan down your body that was getting impossibly close to his. 

“Do you like the way my ass looks in this skirt Innie?” He was already busted, there was no sense in lying. He nodded. 

“MMhm...” You nodded along with him. 

“Yea baby? And you liked the teddy?” Jeongin bit his lip hard and nodded again. You closed the last bit of distance between you and palmed Jeongin over the tight pants and he jumped. 

“They’ll hear...” You shushed him softly. 

“Don’t worry baby. The check out is on the opposite end of the store and we were the only one’s in here. ” You gave him a gentle squeeze and the smallest whimper came from him. 

“Oh poor Innie... it’s so hard. Have you been hard since the lingerie store?” He had been, painfully. He let out a breath and nodded quickly. 

“Y-yes.” You cooed at him as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down instantly giving you more room to reach inside and grab him over his briefs. He let out a strangled moan, trying to be quiet as you squeezed and rubbed his shaft up and down over the fabric. 

“What were you thinking about when you accidentally grabbed these pants hmm?” Jeongin shook his head, he didn’t want to say. 

“Aww it’s okay Innie, tell me sweetie, what’s got you throbbing in my hand like this?” You squeezed again and felt him twitching in your hand. He tried to pull himself together enough to form words. 

“Fuck... fucking you.” You hummed and then reached into Jeongin’s underwear. 

“Mhm. What else?” His jaw dropped when your thumb swiped the head of his cock smearing the abundance of precum for lubrication as your hand slowly slid up and down his shaft. 

“B-b-bending you over...f-fuck... fucking you from behind...” He managed to get the words out finally and you hummed again as you stroked him faster. 

“You wanna bend me over and fuck me Innie?” He nodded up and down quickly again. 

“You want to pull my skirt up, move my panties, and bend me over right here?” Jeongin’s answer was a moan he muffled with his hand and coming in your hand. You pulled your hand out and started licking his cum off. Jeongin’s head was resting against the wall tilted up, eyes closed as he caught his breath. 

“S-sorry...” You shook your head, leaned in, and kissed his lips. His pouted out kissing you in return. 

“Don’t be, that was sexy.” He looked at you like you were crazy. 

“I came too quick.” You smiled and hummed. 

“Mhm... made me so wet because that means you want to fuck me so bad you came in your pants. How’s your stamina?” You got on your knees and grabbed a hold of the pants, you were definitely going to have to buy now, and Jeongin’s underwear and pulled them down. He looked around as if someone may see the two of you then he looked down and saw you kneeling in front of him ready to take his cock in your mouth. You looked up and waited for the sign it was okay to continue, that he wanted you to suck him off in that dressing room. He nodded and you slipped the tip of his dick in your warm wet mouth, his head rolling back against the wall again as he let out a soft moan. His hands gently rested on your head, not forcing you down on him, you were setting the pace, they just rested in your hair as you swallowed his cock. 

“F-feels so good...” You hummed and then popped off his dick. He whined when he lost the feeling of your soft mouth around him. 

“Aww poor baby... do you want to bend me over and fuck me or not?”  

“I... I don’t have a condom... if I... when I cum I...” 

“Will have to do it in my mouth, unless you want to cream inside me? Is that what you want Innie? So I feel you dripping in my panties the rest of the day? They both sound so tempting to me.” You stood up turned your back to Jeongin, you bent over and put your hands against the wall before looking back at him wiggling your full round ass. 

“It’s not gonna fuck it’s self Innie, come on baby, fill me up.” His hands gently came to rest on your ass and softly ran over the curve of it squeezing before pushing your skirt up over your ass exposing your lacy thong that was soaked in your juices. Jeongin ran his finger through your slit to grab your panties and pull them over and you moaned. 

“So wet...” He whispered not really thinking anymore. 

“You know why I’m so wet Innie?” He shook his head. 

“Because I’ve been thinking about you fucking me since the lingerie shop too.” He looked surprised to hear you say that even though you had blatently stepped out of your dressing room practically naked in front of him. 

“R-really? H-how?” He gripped your hip with one hand and pushed the tip of his cock against your clenching hole with the other. You looked back at him again. 

“Deep baby, I want you to fuck me so deep Innie. Will you baby? Go on, stick it in.” Jeongin pushed the tip of his cock inside you and pulled your hips back at the same time making you take his whole dick. 

“GUh! Good boy...” You almost shouted out from the exquisite feeling of Jeongin filling you all at once. You felt his balls pressing firmly against your cunt. He rolled his hips and thrusted into you as he held your hips in place tightly. 

“Mmmm Innie yes yes, harder.” He started a quicker rhythm, fucking you harder. All you could hear was the sweet panting leaving Jeongin’s mouth and the sound of his hips and balls slapping against your juicy ass, covered in your arousal. Every thrust you pushed your hands against the wall for leverage so he could fuck you as deep as possible. You took one hand down and grabbed one of Jeongin’s pulling it around you and pushing his hand past your panties and into your wet folds. 

“Rub my clit baby fuck,”  

“I-is it good?” You shook your head as Jeongin fucked you harder and played with your cunt. 

“S-so good, you’re amazing, you’re fucking me so well Innie, such a good boy.” 

“Do I fuck you as good as my hyungs?” You braced yourself against the wall with two hands again as Jeongin rubbed your clit slow and firm, slowing down his thrusts, rolling his hips into you. 

“H-h-how...” You asked surprised. 

“I might be the youngest but I realize more than you all think.” Well paint you surprised.  

“Do I? Fuck you as good as my hyungs do?” He asked again. You reached back and pulled him down to kiss you. 

“You fuck me so well Innie, give it to me so deep, fuck.” He started thrusting faster again rubbing your juices all over clit with his whole hand hard. 

“Want you to cum for me noona.” His cock brushed your g spot as he played with your pussy and you could feel yourself cream all over Jeongin’s dick. 

“Coming, coming, I’m coming Innie.” You panted out as quietly as possible. He pushed you down gently running his hands up and down your back soothing you as you came down from you orgasm, slowly pumping in and out of you still. 

“C-can I really cum inside?” You smiled at him sweetly as he started thrusting into you deeply again. 

“Aww, Innie you want to fill me up baby?” You asked still blushing and panting. He bent over you, his face buried in your hair and neck thrusting deep and hard again. 

“P-please? W-wanna cum inside you so bad... p-please.” You nodded, your head pressed against his. You were bent over, Jeongin’s hands had pushed up your shirt and found their way to your breasts he squeezed them tightly as he pumped himself into you over and over. 

“Do it baby, fill me up Innie, give me all that cum.” A moan, maybe a little louder than it should have been was your only warning before Jeongin’s cock twitched and he came inside you. 

“That’s it Innie pump me full...” He was still lazily grinding his hips against your ass, as his thick cum painted your insides deep. 

“Oh-oh my god y/n fuck fuck.” He wrapped his arms around you holding you close and tight, his chest pressed into your back, balls deep inside you as he gave you his big load. You wiggled your ass against him and he laid against you pressed into the wall, both of you completely out of breath. 

“Not to burst your afterglow bubble but we should get out of here.” You laughed and Jeongin nodded chuckling. He slid his cock out of you and you fixed your panties and skirt, you could already feel his cum squeezing out of you. You looked in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look like you just let someone take you from the back in a dressing room and when you had determined you didn’t you snatched the tag off the pants that were entirely too small for Jeongin and pecked his lips. 

“I’ll pay for these, you get dressed, we’ll make a quick exit.”  

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[yuyusuyu]

birthday cake!

pairing. non idol! jung wooyoung x non idol! fem! reader

synopsis. all wooyoung wants is to help in making his birthday cake, but instead he finds himself with his cake smeared on his face.

warnings. mentions food, pet names

genres. fluff, established relationship, non idol au

rating. sfw

wc. 0.7k

a/n. birthday special for wooyoung! (we will be pretending, yet again, that this was posted on his birthday 🙌🏼)

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WOOYOUNG watches you dance around the kitchen, weaving past the kitchen island in the cramped space with a bowl in hand. he snorts in amusement when you yelp, whining as you rub your hip after having bumped into the corner of the island table. “need help over there, sweets?” you quickly nod, beckoning him over. he skips towards you, kissing your cheek and stilling behind you. “what do you need?”

“try this and tell me if you like it,” you mumble, grabbing a spoon from a drawer and dipping it into the bowl of cream cheese frosting. lifting it up to his lips, you watch wooyoung lick the frosting off the spoon and wait for his response with bated breath. you chew on the inside of your cheek, the action short lived when wooyoung suddenly moans out loud. in a panic, you slap his arm to which he whines, pouting.

“why did you hit me?” he asks, jutting his bottom lip out even more.

scoffing, you place the bowl of frosting on the counter and twist around, looking at your boyfriend through narrowed eyes. “because you are going to get the attention of—”

seonghwa walks into the kitchen, staring at both of you with a raised brow. “everyone heard that,” he says, lips forming a straight line. “please behave. everyone is thinking you’re doing something… else in the kitchen.”

“we aren’t doing anything!” you shove wooyoung away from you, waving your arms about wildly in the midst of his laughter. “he’s just being weird!” turning towards the oreo haired male, you point in seonghwa’s direction, “go with him.”

“uh, no?” wooyoung chuckles, patting your shoulder, “i’m staying here with you. gotta help my baby out with my birthday cake after all!”

you roll your head to the side, giving seonghwa a pleading look. “please get him out of the kitchen, hwa,” you press your hands together, shaking them, “i need to finish his stupid cake now in peace.”

“stupid ca—hyung! wait, no!” wooyoung is dragged out of the kitchen, his voice growing fainter the further he gets pulled away. the moment he’s out of the kitchen, he swears time starts going by at the pace of a snail. he blows raspberries, paces around the living room, goes into his and your shared room and lays in the bed, gets bored and walks out into the living room. his first victim is seonghwa, annoying him before switching over to yeosang. he rotates between the two until you walk out from the kitchen, carrying a white cake decorated with small drawings of foxes on it. he counts twenty-four candles on it, all lit, once you’re close enough. 

“it looks good, sweets!” wooyoung gushes, attempting to swipe some of the frosting off with a finger only for you to smack it away. he gasps, cradling his finger close to his chest, a pout on his lips. “how dare you hit the birthday boy!”

“i’m about to do worse to the birthday boy if he doesn’t start behaving,” you huff with narrowed eyes.

wooyoung clears his throat and with raised hands, he says, “yes, ma’am.”

happily humming, you hush everyone and tell them that at the count of three, they can start singing happy birthday to wooyoung. said male shuffles over to your side, smiling as he drops his chin onto your shoulder with his arms around your waist, eyes forming crescent moons as everyone begins singing. he taps along to the beat on your waist, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “make a wish,” you whisper, grinning.

wooyoung’s smile grows wider. he straightens his back, stepping to the side to stand next to you while you turn slightly in his direction, raising the cake higher. he closes his eyes, wishes for something and opens them, blowing the candles out. everyone cheers, a chorus of snorts and laughter following afterwards when you shove the cake into wooyoung’s face quickly, careful to not push it too far into him so that everyone could actually eat. among the laughter, hongjoong yells ‘sweet revenge!’ making everyone laugh harder.

the birthday boy doesn’t pay attention to the commotion, instead wagging a finger at you with furrowed eyebrows. “just you wait, y/n,” he warns, “i’ll get you when it’s your birthday. mark my words.”

“in your dreams,” you laugh, leading everyone to the table. you place the cake down and grab a napkin, dabbing it over wooyoung’s face and cleaning up the cake from his skin all the while he sulks. it doesn’t last long, a smile soon breaking out on his face when you press your lips against his in a quick kiss, muttering, “happy birthday, my love.”

maybe he’ll let your betrayal slide just this once… maybe.

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[miss-starlet]

♡ Pet Play W/ Minnie ♡

18+ MDNI

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Punishments, Bondage, titles such as master & owner, mentions of spanking and degradation.

Kitty Minne (Receiving):

♡ I know everyone loves a good bratty Minho (Guilty ✋️), however I want to say it's not often the case. On a scale I probably would say 70% good boy and 30% a brat.

♡ He just wants to be loved and spoiled. Which might lead into bratty kitty territory when he doesn't get his way.

♡ Licks and nibbles at your hand and fingers. All the love bites from him.

♡ When he is good, he is your prize kitten who want to be pampered. Pls help him put on his collar w/ a little bell and ears. Brush his hair, give him tons of pets, and kisses. An absolute cutie when he is all dolled up!

♡ He is a big fan of bondage, especially loves when you bind his legs and elbows so that they are forced to stay bent and have to crawl around.

♡ One of Minhos favorite things is to cum. When he starts to get bratty and misbehave, taking away his orgasms is a good way to get him back to acting like your good kitty.

~♡~

Minho was seated by your feet on the floor. Dawning his fluffy kitty ears and baby blue collar. All day he has been naughty, but you knew just what to do to make him behave again.

You gently patted your thighs to catch Minho's attention, making soft "psk" noises to get him to join you on your lap.

He gazed up at you with those honey-brown eyes, scrowling at you; clearly annoyed.

"Does Minnie need help getting up?" You asked teasingly, putting your hands under his armpits and lifting him up into your lap. "I didn't need help."

"Don't get all grumpy with me mister. Doesn't my kitty want to feel good? " You asked. Your hand wraps around his dick, starting of with slow tugs before jerking him off merciless. Minho's moans starts to get louder and louder as your speed increases.

"Y/Nnie p-please" Minho's body squirms between your legs as your other hand comes around his waist to still him.

"So loud baby and so needy too." Your hand stops and he whined loudly. His hips started to thrust up against the air, trying to feel some type of sensation.

"My bratty little baby just doesn't deserve to cum, does he?" You ask as your fingers grabbed his chin, shaking his head no.

Owner Minho (Giving):

♡ A very strict, but loving owner. Will spoil you rotten by letting you have whatever you want as long as you are good for him. Buys you a new collar and toys almost every week because he loves how excited you get when he gives them to you.

♡ He doesn't mind whatever animal you want to be, but it will change how soft or rough he plays with you. If you are his kitty, he will treat you just like his own cats. If you are his little puppy, he will be a lot more rougher with you.

♡ Minho has many rules he expects you to follow, and he isn't very lenient with them. Some of his rules include not speaking unless asked, always calling him by his title (master or owner), and respecting him.

♡ He doesn't like to be disrespected, and he doesn't mind training that brat attitude right out of his pet.

♡ Will spray you with a water bottle.

♡ When you misbehave, he turns into a big meanie. He does give you a chance to correct yourself depending on what rule you broke, however, if you keep on he will punish you. He is mean and vile with what he says when degrading you. Spanking is his favorite punishment to give you, especially when he is able to use his belt or get out his favorite paddle.

~♡~

Minho had came home and surprised you with a new tail plug that had a vibrator setting. He made sure to get his little pet ready by helping you put on your collar and new tail.

You were kneeling in between his feet trying to be good and not squirm. He set it to the lowest setting, and to say you were desperate was an understatement. You rubbed your head against the fabric of his jeans, whining softly.

"Aw, my poor kitten. Don't worry, your master will take care of you."

"P-please" You whine out, Minho hand find their way into your hair, pulling your head back.

"Kittens don't talk." Minho said as he unbuttons his pants, following the action by unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free from his underwear.

"Does my kitty want a taste?" You nod, while letting him move you head close to the tip by your hair.

"You been so good for me, how about you enjoy your reward?"

[dollwrites]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 — 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sex worker!reader, mentions of sex work, suggested abuse, mentions of canon typical violence, suggested age gap between levi and reader, spoilers (mentions of Kuchel, Furlan, and Isabel). , all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ originally posted 05.09.2021. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ i hate everyone but you by elita

the man’s lips taste rancid as they plaster themselves to your own couplet- drunken and sour, but at least it was a farewell kiss. feigning a minxish simper, your frame careens to lean against that of the doorway when the contact breaks, the sleeve of your gown sagging to expose your shoulder. a faint bruise is fading there, now. a few days old.

“Come back to see me.” crooning, you wish the exact opposite. you never want to see the pig again, but you’d become an exceptional liar.

the man smirks, drink slurring his response and weighing down his lids. “Hell, you make it impossible to stay away.”

“That’s the whole point.” forcing the most innocent of giggles to bubble to the surface, you bid him farewell, before pushing the door closed as he begins to stagger away from the brothel- most likely home to his wife. reaching up with one hand, you adjust your sleeve, then the same set of digits curl around the sparse wad of cash tucked beneath the fabric, pulling it out to count it briefly. not too much, and once the Mistress gets her hands on it, you were certain to get only enough to keep from starving to death.

collecting your lower lip between your teeth, your fingers are swift as they swipe a few extra bills, just as your name rings out from behind you. glancing over your shoulder, you swallow your own heartbeat. Mistress is stomping her feet as she saunters to you, intent on collecting. crumbling the stolen credits in one palm, you urge your couplet to curl into a smile, hand extending to offer her the money. “Mistress, I-“

“Hmph,” with a scoff, she snatches the money from your grasp, flipping through each bill with the utmost scrutiny. your heart pounds so fast, you actually worry that it’ll announce your betrayal, your fist by your side clutching your theft. after a few moments, her harsh gaze raises from the bills to you, one thin brow quirking. “Not bad.” she mutters, more to herself, and straightens out three bills, plucking them from the stack. “I would expect no less from you, though,” she coos but it sounds too wicked to be a compliment, as her palm pats your cheek a couple of times. it would be a lie to say that you didn’t flinch at the petting; one too many slaps across the same cheek had made you wary of that roughened hand, those dagger sharp, blood red nails. “My little house favorite, good girl. Here, now say thank you.” tucking the pathetic pay into the neckline of your dress, her dark-ringed eyes could glare a hole through you and anyone else.

“Thank you, Mistress.” you whisper in response.

she seems pleased or, at least, satisfied by your continued obedience, and takes a step back. “Your captain is here.” she waves a hand, flippant in the report. “The girls already sent him up to your room.”

your heart skips a beat at the announcement. it wasn’t often that a client brought any sort of emotion besides dread, but this was different. he was different. he wasn’t just any client, he was special. Levi was here. “I’ll… head up there now,” you give a little nod, hoping you don’t seem too excited. “I’d hate to keep a client waiting.” you take one step back, and then another, before you turn to approach the stairs. the moment your hand reaches the banister, svelte fingers curling around it, she speaks again.

“I’m not running a charity here. I don’t care who he is to you, he pays like everyone else. Do you understand?”

though you nod, you’re already halfway up the stairs and gritting your teeth the whole way. each step was exciting and terrifying at the same time, you didn’t want to dwell on her words right now, not when Levi was just a few steps away.

pushing the door open, you step inside. it’s dim, one lamp by the bedside lit (and even the flame was starting to die out), but that doesn’t stop you from locating him. not on the bed, but sitting across the room, in a rickety chair by the window. he looks in the direction of the streets outside. “Levi…”

he should appear as a stranger, but you can’t help the sense of familiarity that floods you when you look at him. you had known him since you were young- he being at least a decade your senior, you looked up to him. truth be told, as a child, you’d also developed quite the crush on him, as well. he was so different than what he used to be; the Underground’s filth no longer muddied his clothes or left a stink on his skin, not like it did yours. his hair was neater, skin clearer. however, there were scars you knew that you’d find when you undressed him. there was always scars. moreover, age has etched lines in his forehead, in the corner of his eyes.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you before the next expedition.”

any attempt to swallow the hatred for the word fails, as you close the door behind you and scurry to the bedside table, dropping the stolen money as well as your pay atop it; your voice cracks.

“When have I ever left without saying goodbye?” you look down at the crinkled money, halting your actions the moment you hear his boots cross the dirty, wood floor. his arms are strong and inviting, an embrace easy to melt into, as they snake around your midsection and guide you back against the taut torso waiting to be your rock. “It would be easier if you lived up there.”

of course it would, you want to say. it would be easier for everyone. perhaps you wouldn’t live such a depressing existence, used day in and day out. like every other soul in the Underground, though, simply picking up and moving to the surface wasn’t an option. it never was, nor would it ever be. Levi used to know this, but his time away must’ve dampened his memory of what a trap this place truly was. “And make myself more accessible?” you taunt, willowy digits dancing along the lock of his forearms. you could feel the tightening of the muscle beneath his flesh, feel his heartbeat when you lean into him. it’s fast, and his grip is like a vice. he’s needy, but you doubt anyone else would ever know. just you. “That might spoil you, Captain.”

“I could protect you-“

“Do I look like I need protecting?” you cut him off, a bittersweet smile on your tiers as you pry his hands from you, and turn to face him. taking a step back, your rear bumps into the table, and your eyes find his. deep was an understatement, for Levi’s gaze was an abyss. so easily could one get lost within it, as you’d witnessed more than you’d like to admit. “Is that why you’re here, Levi? To protect me?” your fingertips work against your back to unlace the ivory corset that adorns your person, allowing it (once loosened) to slip from your waist and travel down with a thud on the floor. “Or did you come here to make love to me again? Once more before you leave?” it was the latter that was his primary intention, and you knew this to be true, but that didn’t mean he didn’t attempt to persuade you each and every time to live with him up there. it was easier to avoid the conversation, to steer him away from the topic entirely, than to argue how pointless it would be. eyelashes fluttering, they fan the apples of your cheeks as you shimmy your shoulders, sending ripples of monochrome fabric, like an alabaster waterfall, cascading down to puddle at your feet, leaving you nude and vulnerable before the man in front of you.

as if hunger could manifest in the darkness of his hues, they all but turn completely black at the sight of your offering to him, his palms rough as they seek the fragile flesh of your hips. “I leave in the morning.” he murmurs, digits digging in to grip your frame and drag you against him once more.

it hurts to hear him say it, because he does so with so much certainty that it must be true. while you live out your days in the Underground, you imagine he’s happy and safe in the Capital, but that’s not the case. you know he ventures outside the walls every so often, fighting Titans and gambling with his life. you knew this, but it was much easier to accept that he’d escaped this life to trade it in for a better, safer one. he hadn’t.

“So,” you whisper, gripping the lapels of his jacket to peel it from his shoulders. once discarded, your fingertips flee straight to his buttons, popping them one by one until the fabric hangs loosely from his torso. “So let me give you a proper send off, Captain Levi.” you push the shirt down the length of his arms, and as soon as he’s free of it, the fabric is forgotten, destined to join the puddle on the floor with the other garments. you take a moment to smooth your palms over the expanse of his chest and marvel at just how sturdy he was. every inch of him was padded with firm, unyielding muscle. the tips of your fingernails trace every mark on his chest, healing or otherwise, before both hands inch down, following the waves of his abdomen before undoing his trousers.

undone, you carefully work them down his legs, your tiers unable to resist pressing saccharine kisses along the inside of his thigh, following the curvature of the muscles that grow more and more taut with each kiss over the side of his kneecap and down his calf. your eyelids flutter once you have the garment around his ankles, glancing up to find him staring down at you. Levi was typically intimidating, regardless of his height, but from this angle, you all but felt your stomach cartwheel. now just as stark naked as you, his throbbing erection is the most prominent thing in your line of sight, cutting through a perfect visage of his flustered countenance. you’d seen him naked many times before this one, kissed these parts of him and more, but he never lost that crimson tint to his cheeks. you took it as a compliment, and quite endearing to his person. it meant that he was nervous about the prospect of making love, or perhaps excited, no matter how many times you’d done so before. it meant that he cared. it so vastly differs from everyone else.

you consider the taunt on the tip of your tongue to lighten the mood, make light of it all, and set him at ease a bit, but ultimately decide against it. the image is such a delightful one, seeing the famed Captain Levi hard and blushing before you, that you only wish to enjoy it. arousal soaks your thighs the more you stare up at him.

once he’s stepped out of the fabric that once bound his ankles together, you straighten to stand again, slowly so that you may litter his rippling abdomen with kisses, before pressing your palms into his chest as your lips collide with his. “Lie down,” you urge, softly. “Relax.” you knew the word to be foreign to him, so you hope that you can make him comfortable here.

your name slides from his lips like warm honey, but he does as instructed, first backing into the mattress, and eventually lying back against it. luckily, he hasn’t much time to protest before you’re on him, following his every move with a graceful, feline-esque prowl. you place a palm on either of his thighs, digging your knees into the mattress in the gap between them, nesting betwixt his legs. if you could have it your way, you’d never leave from them, content to spend the rest of your existence pleasuring Levi Ackerman.

your couplet seeks his collarbones and latches on to them, creating a seal between your mouth and his flesh that you would rather die than break. suckling against his skin, you feel the heat of his body beneath yours, and you press yourself to him, undulating against his torso to massage every muscle into submission. the mere sliding of your bare breasts against his chest is enough to coax a grunt to his pursed lips, but it’s the way that his manhood slips between your hips to slot between your weeping folds that has him reeling. you moan in unison, muffled as you intend to suck the blood right to the surface of his skin; you want him to be marked by your mouth for days into his expedition, covered in bruises in the shape of your kiss, so that he doesn’t forget there’s something worth fighting for. something worth coming home for.

the way the shape of him caresses your most sensitive, vulnerable core is nearly maddening. the ridge of every bulging vein that you glide over, each time he pulsates, the twitching of his engorged tip, you can feel it all. every sensation has your stomach tying itself in knots.

your ferocious kisses follow the shape of his chest, your hips rutting to grind your sex against his, thighs clamping around the cock between them to simulate being inside of you. his heart is pounding in his chest, teeth grinding, breath caught in his throat. other than his visits to you, you can’t imagine that he sees many other women (if any at all), so he must be famished by the time he finds himself in your bed. regardless of the other men, you could say that you felt that same hunger for him. others couldn’t fulfill that starvation the way he can, and you knew that. you wonder if he did.

“Shit,” he whispers, both fists fleeing to grip your hips. at first, you think he’s doing so to drag you along his shaft, control your movements so he receives the most possible pleasure, but when your heavily-lidded hues land on his face, you see the frustration plastered there. “Not yet.” whether he’s talking to you or himself is unclear. his fingers dig into your flesh, so hard that you allow a hiss to pass through the threshold of your couplet, your back arching.

“Levi…!” it’s practically a whimper, he hears crystal clear and responds in one, fluid motion. pushing himself from beneath you, his grip ensures you tumble on to your back as he rolls on top, tangling you in the cotton ocean beneath. breathless, you look up to find his lips inches from yours, one of his palms finding the fleshy underside of your thigh to push it upwards.

as if folding you in half, Levi urges your knee towards your shoulder, and you oblige, your own hand dipping to grab your other leg and follow his lead, until he’s got both knees hooked over his sturdy shoulders. his lips only graze yours, hot breath leaving you shivering and needy to kiss him proper, as his raven gaze devours your countenance, pretzeled for him and him alone. “I’m not about to waste what little time I have with you,” he mutters, brows knit together. his hand slips between your body and his, gripping the base of his length to guide it towards the destination of his desire. “I need to be inside you right now, nothing else will satisfy me.”

a sharp inhale, and your back arches off the mattress the moment he spears you, a gasp escaping parted lips as your hips wind like a serpent. your body is already welcoming him in his entirety when you finally exhale, breathing directly into his open mouth before he clamps it against yours.

nothing could compare to the feeling of Levi buried deep inside of you, and your body knew this and reacted in kind. embracing him like a long, lost piece was now returned to its rightful home. such a piece stretches you beyond your normal comfort level, but it’s a malaise that you’re willing to accept because with it comes a euphoria that nothing else will ever come close to.

contrary to popular belief, the Captain was not at all the patient, cool man he seemed to be. at least, not when he was in bed with you. he gives you a moment to allow your spasming walls to accommodate his size, but only just, before he sets a hungry pace. deep, shallow, deep. each full thrust sends him hilt-deep into you, pounding the nerves found there with reckless abandon. “I think about this, ah, you- all the time,” his head angles itself to nip at your calf, before pressing his lips to it as if apologizing for each bite (or perhaps, his furious rutting). “How you were made for me and me for you. Your body is my paradise, so perfect. If I could-“ his breathing is already ragged, and you’re well aware that his climax was coming on fast. with so little physical contact with anyone but you every so often, he’s had little time to build any kind of real stamina. besides, any self control that he may have seems to dissipate the moment you wrap around him just the right way. “If I could, I’d bury my cock inside you, all the fucking way, and never ever pull out!”

you wished he could. your nails attack the flesh of his back, digging in until you feel the heat of fresh scratches on your fingertips, your knees attempting to lock him against you, but they’re trembling too much to hold any real strength. you hope, by forcing words to your tiers, that you could assure him you want nothing but the same, and instead only a string of weakened pleas in the form of breathless moans escape.

“You’re mine,” he pants, head dipping so he is breathing his declaration of you as property directly against the shell of your ear. “You’re fucking mine, just like I’m yours. No one- I mean no one- else can ever have me like you have me. I don’t want, hng, I don’t want anyone to have you the way that I have you.” Levi places his palm over your clavicle, as if to hold you in place while his pounding reaches a new velocity even unbeknownst to you from previous encounters. as if he plans to decimate you, ruin you for anyone else but him.

“T-they don’t…!” you cry, but it’s not persuaded or coaxed from your lips. the churning in your stomach, or the shuddering of your walls should be proof enough. you don’t enjoy anyone the way you enjoy Levi, and you never have. “I’m yours Levi, take me the way you want!”

you’re so close, your head is spinning. the constant, earth shattering, mind numbing ferocity of Levi’s thrusts have sent you to the edge already, and you can tell by the way he’s growling in your ear and shivering beneath your fingertips that he’s the same way. you won’t outlast him, however close the race to your highs seem, and only a moment later, you’ve come undone beneath him. the orgasm is intense- so much so that you feel lightheaded when nirvana washes over you, a tidal wave of sensation that leaves you trembling and gasping for air for several moments after. his name is whined constantly on your descent from the height of your climax, and that alone seems to throw him into his own whirlpool.

watching Levi cum was something truly spectacular, and a performance that you considered yourself lucky to have been the only woman to witness, by his own confession tonight. his jaw clenched, though he still calls your name on repeat, even as he throws his head back and buries himself so deep into you that you fear he may burst through your belly button at any moment. only a fraction of a second after, you feel the unmistakable warmth of his seed filling your belly, and any strength he had left is gone; Levi collapses against you.

prying your own fingernails from within his shoulder blades poses a daunting task, but once released, your svelte digits comb through sweat-soaked, inky tendrils as you pet him. “You did so good, baby.” you croon, your breath slowly returning to a normal level. Levi wasn’t a man acquainted with praise, not true praise, and so your aftercare always puzzled him. after a while, however, he’s come to accept and even look forward to it. “How do you feel? Hm? Satisfied?”

a breathy scoff is expelled from him as he rests the side of his cheek on your breast, listening to the beat of your heart. absentmindedly, you stare down at the liquid diamonds glistening against his temple. “Always,” he murmurs, before craning his neck to look up at you. “I want you to come with me this time.”

your expression flips like a switch, and you immediately sit up straighter, the shift forcing him to get off of you, and pull himself free from your depths. you hide the gasp of disappointment as an overwhelming sensation of emptiness invades your afterglow, but you look towards the wall, placing your hands over your breasts as if to conceal yourself from him. “No.”

“Then give me a reason why.” Levi no longer sounded needy, or even fond. he sounded cold, demanding, like he did with everyone else. “Tell me why you’re so against a better life than this. You’re not content to give your body away for pennies.” he’s already climbed off the bed and is fastening his trousers, when he reaches for the wadded bills on the bedside table. “If this is the life you want forever, then tell me so.”

your eyes narrowing, you jump up too, wrapping the sheet around you in a makeshift dress and reaching to grab the money from his hand. “Levi-“ the titan slayer whirls around, pulling the currency just out of your reach. anger overtakes you. “Grow up!”

“Tell me why.” he insists, brows furrowed.

“Do you really want to know?” you huff, taking a step closer to him. you grip the sheet close to your chest with one hand. “You really want the guilt? The guilt of knowing that the only reason I’d be safe on the surface would be as long as you lived? Everyone would look down on me. They would spit on the ground at my feet. I’d be your little pet project, sure, but the moment you died beyond the walls -which is a possibility that gets higher and higher with each expedition-, the minute that they knew you weren’t coming back, they’d throw me back down here! With absolutely nothing!” you were screaming by the time you’re finished, breathing heavily, and Levi hesitates, giving you a split second to snatch the money from him. “At least I have something here. It’s not much, but I’ve earned it.” hot tears threaten to fall from your welling ducts and you’re brisk to turn away from him, carrying the money over to the jewelry chest that was rusted and worth practically nothing. inside, you kept your earnings. tucking it inside, you stare down at the coins and ripped bills.

“I love you.”

he may as well have pierced your heart with one of his blades, because that’s what it felt like. stunned, your eyes widen, and you are too frozen with shock to move. Levi seems to either think that you didn’t hear him or understand your reaction, because he takes a step closer to you, and your name echos in the atmosphere around the two of you.

“I love you, and I don’t want you to rot down here like-“

“Like Kuchel.” you finish his sentence for him, though you haven’t turned around yet. you’d never heard Levi say her name, not even when he told you about her. you were a young kid when he was a teenager, but he tried to warn you about falling into a profession like this one. “When are you going to stop using that line?” finally, exasperated, you turn to face him. for the first time in a long time, you’re startled. there are matching tears in his eyes, causing them to sparkle twice as much. “You’ve told me this before. You don’t want me to end up like your mother, but some of us never got the choice you did, Levi. Kuchel never got the choice, and neither did I.” you shake your head, free hand fleeing to wipe away the tear on your cheek. “I never blamed you for the choice you made. I never hated you for leaving me here. I never hated you, or Furlan, or Isabel-“

“Furlan and Isabel were ripped apart by a titan,” Levi cuts in, speaking over you. you’d never known how exactly they’d died, only that they were no longer with him. you had your suspicions, and yet, it comes as a shock to you nonetheless. your eyes widen, and you stare at him with your mouth open, but no sound comes out. “No matter how finely I chopped the fucking thing, no matter how hard I drove my blades into it, they were still dead. It was my fault, and I carry that guilt with me every day. I wear it like a noose, and every day it gets tighter, until one day it’ll suffocate me completely. If I would’ve brought you with us, you’d be dead now, too. That’s the only thing I can be grateful for. The only thing I’ve done right.”

for a moment, you feel as breathless as minutes ago, when you were making love to the man before you, but this time an overwhelming sense of grief befalls you. “Levi… I didn’t know, you never told me…”

another step, and he’s grasping at both of your shoulders, every ounce of his guilt and regret pouring from his steel hues and into your own. you can feel him in a way that you’ve never felt before, as if your hearts were connecting for the first time. “I don’t want to leave without you. Not again. Never again. I won’t let you be another thing I regret, someone I love and couldn’t save. Please. You’re all I have left.”

your hands tremble at the sight of Levi, whom you believed to be the strongest man you’d ever met, made of iron and stone, crumbling before your very eyes. he was far more broken than you could see, because he’d learned to conceal the cracking of his foundation; hiding how he hurt was his expertise, and no one could see it. no one saw the real Levi. until now. until you look upon him and feel your thumping heart break.

“But I’ll still have to watch you leave me,” you whisper. “It doesn’t matter if it’s down here or up there, I’ll still stare at your back until you disappear.”

“I’ll always come back, haven’t I proved that already?”

your lips purse, another wave of tears crashing over the plains of your cheeks. “Levi, I’m scared. I don’t know what’s up there.”

Levi sighs, glancing briefly towards the ceiling, before resting his forehead against yours. “Our future.” by the definitive tone of his voice, you can assume that this was it. either you follow him now, or your world becomes less one Captain Levi Ackerman.

chewing on the inside of your cheek, fear of the unknown wanes in comparison to the trust you have for the man before you. regardless of how he blamed himself, or the guilt, you knew him. he was reliable. consistent. like an unwavering statue. and you knew he’d never let you fall. he’d protect you until his final breath. “All right,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his lips. you notice they quiver the slightest bit. “Take me home.”

[marsbar17]

Hello! Do you have any Bloodhound × Reader headcanons? 👀

YES, SORRY THEY'RE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE GAME AND I RELATE TO THEM SO MUCH I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ALSO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING SOONER

I'm going to assume that the reader is another legend in the apex games btw

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《SFW》

• Bloodhound didn't reach out to you when you first joined, but that was normal

• The other legends assured you that they were cold with everyone, preferring to keep to themselves

• Your first match together, a duos on King's Canyon, you got to really see how their abilities worked and there was something wildly alluring about it

• There wasn't a lot of speaking between you two, more just observing each other's skills up close for the first time

• After winning that game, the games put you together more often, and through shared curiosity of each other, you got closer

• "You are very interesting, félagi fighter." "I could say the same about you, Hound."

• You started spending more time around them, they wouldn't reach out to hangout with you but they didn't push you away when you showed up at their door

• The line between platonic and romantic was sort of blurry, and neither of you could remember when supportive pats on the back and fistbumps turned into soft holding of your waist or them calling you 'elskan'

• It wasn't until one of the other legends pointed it out jokingly that you both realized you loved each other

• Dating them comes easy, since it felt like you already were

• Their love language is words of affirmation and quality time

• They always make sure you know that you are the most divine thing in the world to them, their gift from the allfather

• I can see them taking you into the woods to go hunting

• Just the two of you in silence, enjoying the sounds of the forest and feeling like the rest of the world doesn't exist

• Life feels easier with them, the pressure from the apex games and the syndicate seems to disappear when you're in their arms

• When you aren't on a team on the games, you seek each other out, competing to see who can kill the other first in a gory game of tag

• Sometimes they just follow you, and you've gotten better at seeing the signs of them, slight rustling of leaves or a crow nearby

• Everytime you're downed at their hands, they make sure to finish you off properly, never letting you bleed out in pain

• "Have I told you how pretty you look like this, elskan?" "Many times, but say it again, please."

• They'd lift your chin up with two fingers, unclasping their mask to give you a lingering kiss before the bullet rips through your body

《NSFW》 (with no specified genitals)

• If they're topping, it's full of praise and worship

• It's either vanilla, or really kinky

• Slight blood kink, bondage, maybe a bit of pet play, very much praise and worship or your body

• No matter what you look like, they think you're beautiful

• "Watching you take me like this, it's hard to control myself, elskan."

• Their favorite positions when topping are doggy and riding, although mating press is a good one

• They groan and let out small moans, but they're aren't very loud

• They're more focused on your pleasure than their own, making sure you like everything they do and that you always cum before they do

• They love eating you out/sucking you off, tasting you turns them on so much, same with the other way around

• Tug at their hair when they're in between your thighs and they will literally growl against you

• Overstimulation, either top or bottom, love seeing you cry and twitch from overwhelming pleasure, and they also love being reduced to a whimpering mess as you make them cum over and over again

• In terms of them being the bottom, they whine and whimper a lot

• Even as a bottom, they love riding

• Will literally grab your hands and drag them to their hips so you can hold them

• Pull their haaaaiiirrrrr

• Just a bit on pain, like pulling their hair or gripping their hips hard enough to leave bruises, gets them to cum so much faster

• Mutters your name over and over, worshipping you and making sure your name is etched in their brain while they cum

• Loves it when you leave your mark on them, it's completely covered by their heavy uniform but just the thought of it being there is enough for them

• Aftercare consists of a lot of cuddling and praise, both ways

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Thank you for your patience! I've been doing stuff for my mental health recently and it's taking a lot of time out of my days (therapy 3 days a week is insane dawg) but I love doing this!

[judgementdaysunshine]

🧨 with rhea please :))

Eeeeee

Relaxed

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: Rhea sees how calm and relaxed you were after taking edibles

You smile as you share a hug with Rhea after you eat grabbing a few sips of water before grabbing an edible from your cabinet giggling as you sit down slowly chewing on the edible. You lay wrapped up in rhea's arms for the next fifteen minutes before the edible begins to kick in first you feel a light warmth spread through your body, you feel like you're floating when you close your eyes, and you feel relaxed practically melting in her arms as you begin to giggle as time goes on making her smile as she holds you laughing as she records and watches you waddle to grab a drink going downstairs only to find you staring and making "Blooping" noises while petting your cat Onyx before waddling back upstairs with rhea with soda and snacks watching Dexter until you started watching fruit sensory videos on your phone dancing while you giggle making her smile as she records you sending them to the group chat leaving your friends laughing messes as they watch them. Liv comes over along with Bayley and Sasha not only to give rhea the hoodie she left behind but also to bring you a stuffed piglet knowing how much you loved disney quietly chuckling when they see you saying while happily snacking on cookies, they are barely able to keep their laughter held in until finally liv fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably at you squealing as you happily put the small flower pat on your dresser on top of your cat across the room who only stares at you, sasha laughs next at you waddling as you walk everywhere and bayley laughs when you turn and looked at all three when you realized that they were actually there watching you while your dazed in your own little world making everyone laugh before saying their final goodbyes for the night giving you long hugs by your request due to you still being real high before burying yourself under the covers watching episodes of Total drama island on netflix due to you sometimes watching your childhood shows to melt stress away or when you were very relaxed and fixing to fall asleep. You put a pair of shorts and one of rhea's shirts on the bed waddling to the bathroom before turning with a small pout making grabby hands at her making her laugh "Can you join me?" she never passed up any chance to be close or hold you smiling as she presses a kiss to your cheek before walking in the bathroom and stripping slowly getting used to the water getting hotter for a little bit before she would turn it cold for a minute leaving it luke warm the rest of the time as you melt being held in her arms with your face buried in her neck, arms wrapped tightly and loosely around her waist melting like putty as she runs her hands up and down your body softly, you almost fall asleep when she starts gently massaging and scratching your scalp before getting out and drying off feeling the high begin to come down eating a piece of chocolate before laying in bed feeling her hand slowly run through your hair before wrapping her arms around you falling asleep a few minutes later.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Ooh prompts okay - haven't seen this one yet so something on Harry/Bucky, please? I've always watched their interaction in the medical wing with heart eyes - Just thought Croz was really cute all flustered with Bucky like that, and I just think these two would be absolutely adorable.

The thing is, Crosby figures, everyone has a little crush on Bucky. It's not like it's difficult. He's friendly. He's sweet. He's smart. He's very tall and has wide shoulders and huge hands.

"And he sings better than you," Bubbles says.

"That, too," Crosby replies, two sips shy of finishing his third martini. He should not have ordered a third martini. He gets motor-mouthed and horny on his third martini.

"Yeah, I know, you say that every third martini," Bubbles says.

"Am I talking out loud?" Crosby asks.

"Oh, yeah," Bubbles says.

Well, that's no good. Now it's possible Bucky's heard him say that he thinks he's got a crush on him. Because Bucky's sitting across the table and smiling at him.

"Hey, Croz, come here a sec," Bucky says.

"Sure," Crosby replies. He finishes his drink and walks over to Bucky. There's no place to sit.

"Sure there is," Bucky says, leaning back in his chair and patting his lap. "Plenty of room."

"You're a whore," Buck says like he's reading the windspeed outside.

"Me?" Crosby asks.

"No," Buck replies. "Your chair."

"Oh, I should sit," Crosby says and does so right on Bucky's lap. "Oh, hi, Bucky."

"Hey, Croz."

This close, Crosby can smell Bucky's cologne and see his curls coming loose from the Brylcreem.

"Yeah, those little side ones do that," Bucky says. "Smooth 'em back, will you?"

"This is obscene," Buck says. "Bubbles, you wanna get another round?"

"Naw, it's better if I'm here to remember for posterity. Croz gets a little fuzzy after three martinis."

Crosby wants to say he does not--

"You do, too."

But he's combing the little curls over Bucky's ears, and it feels really nice.

"Yeah, it does," Bucky says. One of his hands curls on Crosby's hip, and the other he cups on Crosby's cheek. "Hey, can I give you a kiss?"

"Sure," Crosby replies because why wouldn't he agree.

"I can think of several reasons," Buck says as he comes back from the bar.

"Huh?" Crosby asks, but then Bucky's got his face in both hands and he's kissing him, and it's...

"Did he really try to keep narrating that?" Buck asks, looking at Bubbles.

"Oh, yeah, does it all the time."

Buck glances back at Bucky and Crosby. Crosby's still petting the curls by Bucky's ears, and Bucky's got both hands on Crosby's waist now. "Is he gonna remember this happened?"

"Most of it," Bubbles says. "He gets fuzzy, like I said, but it's not too bad. He might not mention it happened, though, if he decides he embarrassed himself."

Buck shakes his head. "Chances of that?"

"High," Bubbles says, and he and Buck share a grin.

Bucky pulls away from Crosby's mouth and looks at Bubbles. "He gonna think that if he wakes up next to me tomorrow?"

"Honestly? Maybe. You gotta catch him before he thinks too much about it. So...five minutes after he's up?"

Bucky wrinkles his nose. Crosby whispers something in his ear. "Just a second," he says to Crosby, kissing his cheek. "What if I walk up to him whenever I roll out of bed tomorrow and just plant another one on him?"

"That'd work, but he's gonna blush."

Bucky grins. "Oh, he's cute when he blushes."

Buck sighs and slouches against his chair. "You're shameless," he says to Bucky.

"Yeah, and look where it got me," Bucky replies, waving a hand at Crosby. "Lap full of the smartest guy in the room."

Buck glances at Bubbles. "You're going to let him insult you like that?"

Bubbles shrugs. "Not really an insult when it's true."

Buck finally cracks, laughing quietly and leaning over so he and Bubbles can tap bottles. "Good point."

"I am gonna pour this pretty thing into bed," Bucky says, standing up and putting Crosby on his feet. "Don't worry, Bubbles, I won't follow after him."

"I don't really believe you," Bubbles replies.

"That's a good instinct," Buck says.

Bucky waves at them both and holds Crosby close as they walk off.

"Thank goodness," Buck mutters once he and Bubbles are alone at the table. "Bucky's crush was getting ridiculous."

Bubbles laughs. "Told you, the third martini works every time."

[homelanderbutbig]

Thank you again for sending this to me, this was so sweet. I love a big boy getting to experience pure happiness from getting to experience his lost childhood. Your Homelander fluff is perfect. ❤️🫂

here you go, sorry it's coming from my main.

also sorry to drop the onceler on you, the lorax is my fave book to read to kids

It had been a long time coming, the circumstances leading you to lying on your bed with a pile of picture books next to you. Right on cue, Homelander strides into the room, stopping dead at the sight of you.

“What did you want?” he asks. You just smile, patting the bed next to you.

“Sit down.” He frowns, brows furrowed as he shakes his head.

“I'll crush your wing,” he protests. You look down the length of it, spread out behind you to the side.

“Oh, the wing that carries 200 pounds of man when we fly together? My bones are stronger than you think, honey. Sit,” you plead. Gingerly, Homelander crawls up to sit where you indicate, leaning back on the pillow with a fraction of his weight. You roll your eyes, but you know you'll have him relaxed in no time. Like you said, your bones can take it.

“What's happening?” he asks again. Grinning, you reach over and pick a book off the pile.

“I was thinking. You didn't get to be a child, which means you've never had story time. It just so happens I was missing reading to my cousins, and I thought what the hell. Let's have story time,” you explain. Homelander frowns again.

“I'm not a baby.” You sigh.

“I know, beloved. Neither are my cousins, not anymore. I want to read to you. Please?” you beg. He doesn't answer, which you know means yes (but don't comment on it, he's embarrassed). So, with a smile and a gentle pet to your baby's head, you start.

At the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows,

and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows,

and no birds ever sing excepting old crows…

is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

“This is stupid,” Homelander mutters. Undeterred, you read on.

And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,

if you look deep enough you can still see, today,

where the Lorax once stood

just as long as it could

before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

What was the Lorax?

And why was it there?

And why was it lifted and taken somewhere

from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?

The old Once-ler still lives here.

Ask him. He knows.

As you read, you glance over at him every once in a while. Slowly, you start to see the tension drain from his body as he stares at the pictures. You get a sweet smile when you do a silly voice for the characters, and you know you made the right decision. You reach over and pet Homelander's hair, and a purr starts rumbling from deep in his big chest.

… “And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.

Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.

Give it clean water and feed it fresh air.

Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.

Then the Lorax

and all of his friends

may come back.”

Gently, you close the book and take one last glance at your sweetheart. At some point, he had fallen asleep with a small smile, chest rising and falling rhythmically. The plan was to read all the books in your stack (or at least more than one), but seeing him like this reminds you of why you really brought them out of storage. Slowly, as not to startle him, you place the book back on the pile, and turn on your side the best you can to cradle his head in your arms.

“G'night, Homie,” you whisper, kissing the crown of his head, and close your eyes.

You'll have to do this again tomorrow.

[elsfavor1te]

ANGELS WEPT, pt 2

warnings: tlou2 ellie williams x fem!reader, hurt/comfort (ellie & joel), no use of ‘y/n’, use of the pet name ‘bug’ & ‘baby’ , ellie reminiscing a lot.. lowercase intended. lmk if i forgot anything

i lowkey hate this. i feel like it’s messy and it doesn’t even really cover anything. hopefully you guys like it more than i do 💔. i highly recommend reading part 1 and 1.5 before this. (linked below.) enjoy <3

part 1 , part 1.5 , part 2.5

ellie couldn’t stand your home anymore. she tried to go back that night, but her first step through the door made her chest tighten in a special suffocating way.

despite her initial instinct to just turn around and wander around a bit longer, she walked in. she was met with the smell of one of the candles you had found one day, still lit from when you left earlier. the smell of sugar and..nectarines wafted through the air.

your jacket thrown over the edge of the couch, the red color of it contrasting against the brown of the couch. she walked further in.

your favorite quilt to cuddle under folded neatly, her fingers gently rubbed over it.

ellie’s drawings that you had especially loved, hung up by magnets you’d found on patrol on your small white refrigerator.

she remembers the way you burst through the door that day, ecstatic over your find.

—————

“els!!” you shouted as you walked in and kicked off your sneakers. “come here!”

her muffled grumble let you know that she was still asleep before you got there. you take out the hair tie that was holding up your high ponytail and shake your hair out.

“i really need to stop putting those in so tight…” you mumbled to yourself, turning on your heels when you heard the low thumping of ellie walking toward the kitchen.

“hi baby, how was patrol?” she asked as she pulled you into her arms. your heart swelled at the pet name you loved so much.

“really good! i got us something.” you gesture toward your backpack sitting on the counter, “how was your sleep? from the way your hair looks right now i’d say really good.”

you couldn’t contain your giggles as ellie flustered, taking the hair tie off the counter that was once in your hair and tying hers back.

“shut up, show me what you got.”

you notice the topic change but you let it slide, of course you wanted to tease more but you really wanted her to see what you found.

“okay okay… drumroll please!” your grin intensified when ellie made a show of patting on her thighs.

you pull the heaping handful of magnets out of the front pocket on your backpack and drop them on the counter. colorful numbers, letters and even a few symbols scattered on the counter.

“ta daaa! now i know it doesn’t seem like much but they’re… uh.. damn i forgot what jesse called them…” you fiddled with one as you tried to remember.

“magnets.” ellie fills in for you.

“yes! magnets. how’d you know?” you tilt your head, once again forgetting not everyone lived in the complete wilderness until 16.

“i-“

you don’t give her time to respond before your rambling again, eyes lit with joy. “look what they do!!” you stick one onto the fridge, turning and clapping when it sticks.

“isn’t that so fucking cool?? jesse says i can hang things with them, like pictures and shit.” you walk back over to ellie, who’d been quiet apart from when she was answering you.

“..do you like them? s’kinda silly now that i th-“

“they’re great bug,” she pulled you in by the loop on your jeans, kissing your cheek. “look i made our initials.”

she pointed her eyes toward the letter for your initial and an E, with a little plus sign in between. you smiled before picking them up and rushing to put them on the fridge.

“i was thinking.. y’know the drawings that you do? my favorite ones that i keep in our room.. maybe we could put a few up on the fridge?” you suggested timidly.

—————

the wind rattling the shutters pulls her from her trance. she rubs her hand down her face, turning away from the fridge and attempting to find something else to focus on.

her eyes catch the small piece of paper on the counter next. even though she knows what it’s gonna say, she picks it up anyway.

“hi my love! hope you sleep slept well. i don’t have patrol but i’m gonna go out on my own today. not going anywhere far just in the woods around to see if i can find some of the plants from that badass book you got me. i’ll be back before lunch!

- love, your girl.”

you weren’t back before lunch though, or after it. that’s what prompted ellie to go searching for you, immediately thinking the worst as usual. it sucks that this time she was right to do so.

she gently places the note back down on the countertop, rubbing at her chest when she feels the ache there. she stands for a moment before mumbling out into the stagnant air, “promise i’m gonna kill every single one of them for doing this to you, baby..”

when ellie feels the tears swelling in her eyes and the lump in her throat she knows she’s had enough. she takes in the downstairs of your home once more before turning and walking back out of the front door.

she sits down on the small bench on the porch, bringing one of her knees to her chest and resting her chin on it. the harsh wind of the night whips against her cheeks making them that rosy color you loved.

her eyes drifted around, looking at the other houses on the block. a few lights on, some off. her eyes close for a second, savoring the tranquility of the windy but otherwise quiet night. when they open again she looks at the stairs leading to your home and frowns slightly at the flowers beginning to lead up, obviously from the other town members.

the sight makes her think of how social you were compared to her, how you made an effort for everyone to like you (and her). how you went to every gathering, remembered every birthday.

ellie rubs her hands against the rugged cloth of the bench cushion in an attempt to ground herself when her eyes begin to burn again. she was sick of crying. she’s cried enough tears for everyone in the world tonight.

her self-soothing is interrupted by the creak of the wooden stairs as joel walks up, holding something in his hands.

he doesn’t say anything as he sits beside her on the bench, putting the container down between them. “…maria wants me to make sure you’re eating.”

she glances down at the container of food and lets out a hum of acknowledgment. she lets her gaze wander over to the side of joel’s face for a second before dropping her eyes back down toward the fraying edge of her shoelace.

“…i wanna leave tomorrow.” she breaks the silence with her soft but determined words.

joel glances over at her before sighing, “ellie.. to have the guys that we need, to do this smart- and right, we would be leaving jackson vulnerable.”

the only thing heard was the wind rustling the trees and the occasional hooting from an owl as she processed what was said to her.

“..what? fuck that i don’t need any guys. are they just supposed to- to get away with this??” ellie spits out, confusion and anger coating her words.

“you know i don’t want that, nobody in this town wants that.”

“yeah? well i can’t fucking tell.” she grumbles, picking at a loose thread on the bench.

“..you can’t do this on your own. and my age is starting to affect me, we need guys and jackson can’t spare ‘em. what if we get attacked by hunters again, huh?” he tries to reason, to get ellie to understand.

“oh bull- is this maria? or- or tommy?? who the hell has put that shit in your head? you know if it was me or you or- anyone in this fucking place she would be halfway to seattle by now.” her body is fully turned to him now, with an incredulous look on her face.

“ellie- we aren’t even sure they’re in seattle.”

“Washington Liberation Front,” she smacks her hand between each word, accentuating them. “that’s what the fuck was on those patches-“

“those jackets could be stolen, we’re in the middle of a damn apocalypse-“

“that’s not even-“

“what if the WLF moved? you’re not being smart-“

“what the hell is your angle with this?” ellie’s clenched fist slams against the wooden beam attached to the railing of the home.

her question is met with silence in return. her eyes drop to the ground when a tear starts its path down her cheek, she quickly wipes it away. “i don’t know why you’re doing this.. but i’m leaving tomorrow, whether you’re with me or not. you come, great. you don’t? also fine.”

the wind blows particularly hard once she finishes her statement, blowing strands of her hair out of place.

joel runs his hand over his beard, grimacing slightly before responding, just above a mumble. “you don’t know what we’re walking into. we don’t know how big the group is, how armed-“

“i don’t care. she was my-… i don’t care. you’re not talking me out of this.”

he sighs defeatedly, he knew she wasn’t gonna go for this before he even made the journey here. he knows her better than that, but he tried anyway.

“just- just give me a day- or two okay? i’ll talk to maria, there has to be a few people she can spare. just give me some time, kiddo. i’m not letting you do this on your own.”

“..okay.”

joel hesitantly walks toward ellie, pulling her into a hug when he doesn’t sense any objection on her part. his hand finds its way to back of her head, holding her against him. he holds her when her shoulders shake the tiniest bit, he holds her when her knees seem to wanna give out, mostly he holds her because he knows she needs the comfort and maybe- he does too.

“it’s gonna be okay. i’m sorry.” he mumbles into her auburn hair, comforting the best way he knows how.

the moment doesn’t last for long after that, ellie hating to be vulnerable infront of anyone who wasn’t you.

she wipes at her face, stepping back a bit from joel. “i forgive you.. for.. y’know. she wanted me too. we were supposed to invite you for a movie tomorrow night.”

his heart clenched in his chest at the thought of one more movie night. one more day with just the 3 of you. his girls.

“so yeah.. s’okay. i understand why you did it now. i just- wish you would’ve been honest with me. i wish i didn’t have to find out in any way other than you telling me.”

he hums, hand clenching and unclenching. “i knew you would’ve been pissed. i know how bad you wanted it but i- i couldn’t.”

ellie sighs. she doesn’t wanna talk about it anymore, she doesn’t wanna talk about what could’ve been, she doesn’t wanna talk at all really.

“okay.. well i’m gonna go. i’ll let you know as soon as i get the okay from maria, she can be stubborn but she loved her just as much as we did.” he nods as a form of goodbye before turning and disappearing into the distance.

[wwhatevenisthis]

# # TRIGGER WARNING, PET DEATH

-

TLDR: My house rabbit Sam passed away today (7th Dec 2023). I am utterly heartbroken, and on top of it all I still have to pay for his £1500 vet bills and his cremation.

I have an important announcement to make. My 9 year old house rabbit, Sam, crossed the rainbow bridge today. He passed away at home, comfortably in his blankets.

I went to feed him his food and medication at 12pm today, and I noticed he was breathing fast. I tried to give him some of his syringe food and water, but it was running out of his mouth. I stopped giving it him and noticed he was trying to breathe through his mouth and he was struggling. I was home alone, but I rang the vets anyway even though I knew I had no lift to get there. They said that I could send them a video of what his breathing was like to see if I needed to bring him in. I sent them some videos, and then held him close and gave him many cuddles and kisses, holding him close and telling him how much of a good boy he was. An hour passed, and I couldn't stand waiting any longer. I rang the vets back and said I wanted to bring him in, and I would ring my mum so I could take him in as soon as possible. I placed him back in his pen, gave him some head pats, and he started trying to move his head and his front end to get comfy. I left the room at 1:48pm to get all my things ready for the vets. I came back at 1:52pm, and Sam had passed away, wrapped in his blankets, in his comfy pen. He had waited for me to leave the room before he crossed the rainbow bridge. I tried to see if I could save him; I even tried bunny CPR on him. But he was gone. I held him close and cried, telling him how brave he was and how much I loved him.

Almost everyone in our family said goodbye. My mum came home shortly after with the dog, and she and I cried together. My brother told Sam to go play with Monty (my previous house rabbit who passed in October 2022) over the rainbow bridge. We even let Elsa (my other house rabbit and Sam's companion) see Sam one last time; she sniffed him and nudged him, but then started to freak out and got really stressed, so we had to put her back in her own pen. (She is doing better now, but I think she knows what has happened and is just as upset).

We eventually took Sam to the vets around 3pm, so we could get them to cremate him. All the vets there were really kind and sympathetic, and chalked it up to that the little guy just couldn't keep fighting any longer, even though he had been so strong before. They all told me how much of a good job I did trying to help Sam, with me getting up every 2 hours for the last 2 and a half weeks to feed him and make sure he was okay. They gave me some of his fur, let me give him some final head scritches and kisses, and I said one last goodbye to my little trooper.

My heart is in pieces tonight. He brought so much joy into mine and my family's life, and everyone who had met him utterly adored him. I adopted him in January 2023, and even though I knew him for just under a year, he has helped me stay positive and given me so much happiness and many fond memories. He has left pawprints on my heart, and I will never forget him. I am currently with Elsa, giving her all my love as I know she will need it after losing her best friend.

I am still having to pay for Sam's £1500 vet bills even after his passing as well as his cremation, and I have very little savings left.

I have been selling my things on E🅱️ay here

https://www.ebay.co.uk/usr/whatevenisthis

to help cover the cost, and I have set up a G0FundMe here

https://gofund.me/f3133dda

for people who would like to donate to help me out. Any and all help would be vastly appreciated, no matter how small. If you don't want to use the G0FundMe link, please I am also taking donations through PaypaI here

https://www.paypal.me/SBettney

Thank you all, and please give your pets some cuddles tonight, for me and for Sam. 🐇💜

[pssy-wagn]

Day 7: Black Cat

Shopping for tools, Halloween decorations, food, and everything in the middle, Dean and Castiel stop by Walmart. Filling their cart with everything they need and want, they make their way through the congested aisles just to wait in a long line. 

"See, I told you to make several trips instead of a one-stop shop. We've waited fifteen minutes for a clerk to open the case for your tool thing."

"It's a dremel, Cas. Plus, it's badass."

"It'll break within a week." Cas mumbles under his breath. 

"What?"

"Nothing."

When they finish paying, Cas stops the cart outside to take out his pork rinds to munch on on they way to find their car.

"No. You are not eating inside Baby, Cas. We've been over this so many times already."

Taking a big bite, he looks at Dean, "then you're going to have to wait for me to finish."

As his munching gets too annoying, Dean moves to stand. Stepping a few steps away from his husband, he sees a small group forming nearby. Dean turns to see Cas reaching into his little bag for another pork rind, oblivious to what Dean is confused about. When he looks up again, Dean nods his head in the direction of the mini commotion. Pushing the cart, they are curious as well as to what can make people form with "oooh's" and aaah's."

Not wanting to intrude too much, they stay back until they catch a glimpse of a girl and her mother sitting on the bench. 

Cas leans into Dean, "What's happening?"

"I don't know. Maybe…girl scout cookies?"

"No. They always have a sign."

When Castiel strains his neck to look over everybody, a little girl and her father comes away carrying a little white cat with blue eyes. 

"Oh that's what's going on. They're either giving away or selling some cats. Cas, no."

But Dean is too late. Cas is already inching his way through everyone. As Dean lets out a sigh, he pushes his cart until he sees his husband kneeling down into a box. 

"Dean, look."

The little girl kicks her dangling feet as she speaks, "last one. Free to a good home."

Dean peeks inside to see only one small kitten left.

"Cas, babe, we gotta go home."

The mother gives them a sympathetic look, "it's okay, we'll be here again tomorrow. Nobody wants this one; this is our third attempt giving him away. It seems nobody wants a black cat or the runt of the litter and he's both."

"Third attempt?" Cas says as he pats the head of the little cat who is trying to climb out of the box. 

"Yep. That's why we'll be back tomorrow. Mommy said we could only have the momma and one kitten. But we can't have all six."

"Hmph. Understandable." Dean says as he puts his hand on Cas' shoulder, "Babe? Sunshine?"

Cas stands and turns towards Dean with the little kitten in his arms, "Dean?"

"Cas. No."

"Dean.." Cas smiles softly down at the little bundle who's trying to attack his finger, as he gives in, letting soft teeth try to munch on his finger. 

"Please, Dean? Look at him, look at his little face. Isn't he cute?"

"He's cute, Cas but-"

"Honey?"

Dean lets out a deep sigh, "you have to stop using that on me. I can only do pet names."

"Pet? That's a sign, Dean. We need him as a pet now."

"Ugh, you'll be the death of me, Cas."

"So did we make a decision, gentlemen?" the woman asks. 

Cas kisses the top of his newest fur baby as he boops his little nose. 

Dean looks at the women, "he's made up his mind. Thank you, ladies," as he gives them each a forced smile. 

Back at home, Dean struggles getting everything in the house, making a few trips back to the Impala. Finally bringing in the last shopping bags, he shuts the door with his foot, "Yeah, it's not like I needed help, Cas!"

"I'm busy!" Cas calls from another room. 

As Dean puts all the bags in a pile on the floor, he goes in search of Cas. Spotting him near the cat tree tower, he sees him holding up the little black cat to their orange one. 

"Look, Dean, I think Claire likes him."

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - Margo

Pairing: Margo Kess x Reader (written with fem!reader in mind, but I don’t think there’s anything that restricts it to that?? idk) (Hobie, 1610!Miles, 42!Miles, Gwen and Pavitr are here too!)

Word count: 759

Warnings: Both Miles squabbling like a pair of toddlers, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love) mistletoe, descriptions of a kiss! idk if I’m any good at it 😔

A/N: first time writing for Margo! Idk exactly how to write for her but I do hc that she’d be the best at calming ppl down and tries to avoid/de-escalate conflict as much as she can because it reminds her of her parents fighting 💔

In hindsight, maybe providing 5 spider-teenagers (and one Prowler) with an oven, baking ingredients, and your favourite sugar cookie recipe wasn’t the greatest idea.

Miles and the other Miles had “accidentally” thrown flour at each other more times than you could count, Gwen almost burnt butter (how on earth do you manage to burn butter?) and was in the bathroom nursing a small cut she had gotten while handling a knife, Pavitr somehow got baking powder in his nose and sneezed for 7 minutes straight, and you realized you didn’t have any icing sugar so you sent Hobie and Margo out on a quick trip to the grocery store.

Pavitr patted your shoulder gently, noticing your growing stress as you made sure the oven was off. A fire was the last thing you needed right now. “Don’t worry, they’ll be back soon- Miles, for the love of god! Aata phekna band karo! (Stop throwing flour)”

“Sorry!” “He started it. It’s not my fault he can’t take what he’s trying to give out!” “I started it?! Wh-”

“The cavalry ‘as arrived!” You looked up and sighed in relief as Hobie kicked open the door like someone straight out of an action movie, Margo close behind, her arms filled with grocery bags.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked as you went over to her, taking the grocery bags and kissing her cheek. “You look stressed.”

“I mean…” You vaguely gestured around the crowded kitchen, and everyone paused whatever they were doing to wave at the new arrivals. “But I know they’re all trying their best. Well, maybe not the other Miles.”

“Miles, knock it off,” Margo called out sternly, giving the one from earth-42 a death glare. “Both of you. I don’t care who started it. I’m ending it. Okay, sweetie, what’s first?”

You got out your recipe, laying the paper on the counter and standing between both versions of Miles. Gwen got back from the bathroom at that moment, wrapping a sparkly band-aid around her ring finger. You must’ve looked really concerned for her, because she held out her hand to soothe your worries. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a flesh wound.”

“Okay, uh… Margo, could you get the baking powder, please? Don’t let Pav get anywhere near it. No, Pav, it’s not because you’re clumsy, it’s just… I just don’t want you to sneeze so hard that your nose starts bleeding. Gwen, can you handle the mixing bowl? See, Pav, you can find the spoons and help her with the mixing. Hobie, could you find the baking trays? Thank you!”

The next few minutes were filled with the sound of the baking spoon scraping the bowl with all the ingredients, Gwen’s occasional tapping with the wooden utensils (drummer’s instincts, she explained), and your instructions.

“Pavi, that’s not enough sugar. Miles - sorry, not you, the other Miles-”

“Milo,” Hobie helpfully added, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island as he helped (1610) Miles make the icing.

“Okay, Milo - the heat’s too high. Gwen you’re not adding enough flour… Margo the recipe needs more baking powder or it’ll fall flat-”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Margo gently took your face in her hands, splaying her fingers across your cheeks and making you focus on her. She brought her thumb up to smoothie out the crease in between your eyebrows. “Shh. We got this, okay? You don’t need to worry. You’re stressing yourself out, love.”

“But I-”

“Look, mistletoe!” Margo webbed a sprig of mistletoe from the living room and pulled it toward her, attaching it to the ceiling above you before practically lunging forward and pressing her lips against yours, her arms coming to loop around your waist.

You allowed yourself to relax in her warm embrace, inhaling slowly. She smelled like a blend of buttery popcorn and car air freshener, and her lips were soft against yours and tasted vaguely of vanilla and oranges - a combination that felt all too familiar, for some reason…

“Feeling better now?”

“Yeah, slightly. Hang on, is that my lip balm?” You asked once she broke away to get some air. She gave a sheepish chuckle, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Noooo, it’s our lip balm now.”

“Listen, you two are very sweet, but if ya could go snog somewhere else that’d be great, yeah? I don’t know any first aid if ya catch on fire, and you’re very close to the oven,” Hobie interrupted, gently nudging you and Margo to one side and putting the tray of flattened cookie dough balls into the oven.

“British people are all so rude,” Margo stuck her tongue out at Hobie, whose eyebrows raised so high you thought they might reach his hair if he kept going.

“She’s got a point,” Pav chimed in through a mouthful of the first experimental batch of cookies - they had been burnt slightly around the edges, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pav, my guy, you too?!”

@vhstown (dw u are a lovely britisher who is a wonderful writer and not at all rude 🙏 still on the fence abt absent father dearest tho 😞 /j no he is a very lovely and talented britisher too) @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod @deritosmi @tatumis-a

[callymikl]

(づ￣ ³￣)づ scaramouche comforting u from stress of school!

Cuddling .・゜゜・

Comfort + pet names; Love, darling

Kissing.・゜゜・

Fluff + mild angst?

Scara x reader

Between scara bbg is ur bf :3 !

If u want more like dis, give me request (≧∇≦)/

You had a tough life, you wanted to please everyone and get the highest grades in ur class. You did, but what was stopping you?... It was ur stress.

School has been making you feel very stressed lately and you wanted to take a break from it and hang out more with ur boyfriend, scaramouche.

Scaramouche was at ur house in ur bedroom with ur head in his lap peacefully relaxing on ur bed.

Scaramouche was the one who made you calm down easily, you enjoyed ur boyfriends presence.

scaramouche was playing with ur hair silently as you rest ur head on his lap. He was also humming a lullaby his mom sang to him when he was a child.

Suddenly you paused him, "Scara, I need to finish my assignments!... I also need to study for the math test, and write a essay on geography-" Scaramouche then paused you and whispered to you. "Shh... It's okay, we can relax here all day. You can do ur studies later. You need a break anyway, love." He gave you a warm comforting smile.

"Hmm, fine. I'll resist this time." Ur worries went all away when he assured you it was okay to take a break once in a while. And maybe he will promise to help you with ur studies next time?

Scaramouche then gave you are soft delicate kiss on the lips. His lips were soft and warm, just how you imagined. "Heh, you make me blush~" You said with a soft tone and a blush on ur cheeks. To scara, you looked so adorable when you blushed because of his words!

"Mm, maybe we should rest for a bit?" Scaramouche looked at you while giving you a head Pat. "Ah, your right. I'm a bit tired-... " You said with a yawn.

Scaramouche then helped you get settled into ur pajamas. You were wearing a loose pink tank top with shorts to match with it.

As you got into bed with scaramouche, you guys cuddled for a bit. He was holding you while you were against his chest in his arms. "Scara... I love you so much.. " You were a bit shy when you confessed that you love him even though you said this plenty of times to him. "I know, I know. But still, I love you too, darling.

And so then you guys fell asleep together while in each other's arms. Who knows? Maybe you guys will be more intimate in the future~..

I hope you enjoyed the scara x reader ヾ(＾-＾)ノ if y want more u can request! <————««