#fingers crossed desperately chanting in my head “stay away stay away stay away”

[corvidcrafts273]

i mean, seriously, Best place to ramble

Absolutely no one cares what im upto

I could say "cottage cheese sucks" and no one would bat an eye

Then again, if i say something as absurd as GOOD OMENS WAS NEVER MY SCENE AND I DONT LIKE STAR TREK, ill get notes(most likely outcome)(or not)(id be happy for this post to never see the light of day thank you very much)

im haunting tumblr for good

[jamminvroomvroom]

Now hear me out… Lando with a daddy kink. I rest my case (and send in my request).

heart to heart.

ln x fem!reader

in which you’re heartbroken and lando knows exactly what you’ve always wanted.

oh, anon. how i love you. ngl haven’t written this trope much before so this was a baby-steps attempt… but it’s intense smut lmao. keep sending in requests guys, i’m getting through them (slowly)!! anyways enjoy, love you, tell me what you think <3

songs to set the mood: heart to heart by mac demarco

warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! smut, language, daddy kink (help), breeding kink (lord forgive me), friends to lovers (implied), mentions of cheating (not reader or lando), dom!lando, sub!reader

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you’ve been friends for years.

sometimes it felt like the door was open for more, only to be quickly slammed shut when a cute barista handed you his number, or when lando slid into a bikini models dm’s. bottom line: it never ended up crossing that line and becoming more.

you’re crying on his couch when the line finally blurs.

“i just- i just thought…” you choke out a sob that cuts you off.

“what, honey?” lando coos, brushing some damp hairs away from your streaming eyes.

“i thought i’d marry him. how stupid is that?” you whimper. this is the worst breakup you’d gone through to date, and just like when anything goes wrong, lando is there with a spare shoulder for you to cry on. he always knew that your ex was a piece of shit but his warnings fell on deaf ears. “we talked about kids and houses. he asked me my fucking ring size.” you spat. all of this happened, of course, before you found out he’d been cheating on you with his boss’s assistant.

“you’re not stupid, honey.” lando pulls you in closer to his side.

you stay there for a while, letting the tears fall until there are no more left to cry and your face is drying up. your head rests on his shoulder, and when you turn it to look up at him, he’s already looking down at you.

pink lips are parted, slicked with a swipe of his tongue. two blue eyes turned to an icy grey dart between your own lustful pair and your lips, parted only to expel shallow, shaky breaths.

“kids and a nice big lawn, is that what you want?” he whispers. you shift against the couch, trying to hide the shiver the low gravelly tone of his voice shoots down your spine.

“mhm.” you nod slightly, sinking into his side and his eyes.

time speeds up for a moment; the hand he has wrapped around you finds your waist, and somehow he manoeuvres you onto his lap. it feels odd. odd, because it’s right. it’s new and yet it feels… familiar.

“why’d you waste all that time with those assholes, hm?” his voice is mocking, and your knees squeeze around his hips. “could’ve given you all that years ago. fucked a baby into you and put a nice, shiny ring on this finger.” lando pulls your ring finger between his lips, holding eye contact as he swirls his tongue around the digit. you tremble against him, his filthy words almost sending you slack against him.

“didn’t know you wanted me.” you pant.

“i’m gonna do things to you that will make sure that you never doubt me again.”

and he does.

you’re crying on his mattress, overstimulated, yet desperate for more. these are the only kind of tears he ever wants you to cry. he’s been between your legs for what feels like so long that hours could have passed and you wouldn’t question a thing. his tongue works over and over your throbbing clit and your hands rake through tangled curls.

“lando, please.” you chant, over and over again. you don’t know what you’re asking him for, but he seems to get it, because he doesn’t stop.

two fingers find your entrance, sodden with the remnants of more orgasms than you can count. in slides one, twisting deliciously before it’s joined by the second. you ascend, pretty much instantly, so overwhelmed by how good he’s managed to make you feel. your orgasm builds too quickly, and you’re dripping down his wrist before you can even tell him you’re close.

lando chuckles, tongue tracing the mess you’ve left as he shuffles on his knees between your legs. then, he’s hovering over you, balancing on one of his forearms whilst his other hand traces the curve of your body.

“having fun, honey?” he bumps his nose against yours, lips meeting yours a brief second later. it feels as good and as right the first time he kissed you earlier, and he licks into your mouth, deep and sensual. you moan into the kiss when you taste yourself on his tongue.

you can feel his cock brushing against your folds and you melt into the mattress, keening at his the feeling of him everywhere. your shaky hands skim his torso, feeling every dip and ridge under your fingertips. golden skin tenses, rippling flesh taut against your palms. your hips buck into his.

“tell me what you want, honey. need to hear you say it.”

“fuck me.” you mutter, rolling your hips once more. the angle you create means that his cock catches your folds and you can’t help but whine his name.

“how?” lando smirks, your chin trapped between his fingers. he makes you look at him, and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner.

“what you said earlier…” you choke out, trailing off.

“what did i say earlier?” he tease. you groan in frustration.

“please, lando.” you’re too hot, blush stains your cheeks and your neck.

“is my sweet girl getting shy?” he pecks your lips, kisses down your neck. when he reaches your ear, he tugs on the lobe. all you can feel is sharp teeth and warm breath. everything is slick.

“it’s okay, honey.” lando continues. “i remember. remember those wide eyes and pouty lips when i told you what i can give you. gonna make me a daddy, baby? finally gonna be mine?” he whispers, right into your ear. all you see is white.

finally.

“daddy.” you pant, when he finally slides into you, hard and deep.

“that’s it, baby.” lando grunts, hooking your thigh over his hip. you can feel the way his fingers dig in to your flesh, stopping him from falling apart instantly. his other hand takes your wrists, pushes them up the mattress until they’re pinned right above your head and he’s hovering over you, perfectly level. chest to chest, heart to heart.

shallow thrusts aid the deep grind of his hips, rolling slowly into yours. he’s everywhere, nothing separating your needy, flushed bodies. he never pulls all the way out, stays buried as deep as he can, and repeatedly hits that spot inside of you that allows you to see every star in the sky. you’re breathless, soundless, utterly helpless as you drown in him and everything he has to offer you.

you wonder if he’ll actually spill into you, mark you as his. it makes you dizzy, makes you shake, the idea of nothing stopping him from making such a mess between your spread legs. you want to beg for it but you can’t, the raging, wet pleasure in the pit of your belly rendering you speechless. all you manage is a dry plea of half of his name.

“lan-“ you begin, but he kisses the rest of the word out of his mouth.

“no, honey, that’s not my name.” he rasps, talks down to you in a way that pushes you even closer to sweet release.

“daddy. want you to be daddy.” you slur.

the reaction you get from him is worth every heartache you’ve ever suffered. his rhythm changes and now he’s slamming into you, and the sensation makes you cry some more, thick tears sliding down your neck which he tastes, licks away.

but then everything is soaking. you gush around him and his abs glisten. your throat burns from the scream, and then there’s silence, just for a moment.

“fucking hell.” he shudders, transfixed on the thin layer of you that seems to be everywhere.

he’s wrapped around you tight when he lets go, muttering unintelligible filth in your ear as he does. you stay intertwined for a moment, trying to piece together what you’d just done.

when lando eventually rolls off of you, he takes every inch of you in, a beautiful canvas covered in a memory. his eyes are warm again, soft. whatever had possessed him is long gone and he’s just lando again. your lando.

you attempt to wriggle across the mattress, seeking refuge in your forgotten pile of clothes on the floor. he stops you in your feeble attempts to peel your lifeless body off of his bed.

“hey, it’s okay, honey. let me look after you.” he coos, gentle sitting you up. “you okay?”

“thank you.” you whisper. your lips meet, fleetingly, delicate.

“‘m gonna take care of you, baby.” he promises. you believe him.

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i don’t know what came over me lmao whoops

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[naokyunnn]

“JUST THE TIP”

wherein nagi promised to only fuck his tip into you but failed to resist himself.

tags: adult nagi, big dick nagi, all consensual, breeding, raw sex (pls use condoms yall or any contraceptives :p ) written in all lowercase, kinda long. barely proofread….

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you’re in a good relationship with nagi, by means, good….. he wanted to know your boundaries and vice versa. sure the sexual talks comes around sometime and settled on taking things slow. make out session happens, dry humping, but it never crosses the line.

but now laying on a bed, with his elbow supporting his weight as you’re laid down to the soft pillows, he kissed you side ways with his other hand gripping slightly at the hair just above you nape, the make out session right now with nagi is something, its more hot and hungry, desperate like lips kissing around your neck and lips. ���hmmhm….wanna fuck you sei…” you mewl.

“are you sure?” nagi asked as his head perked up, almost breathless from the make out session that you guys just had. “isn’t it kinda fast if we fuck right now?” he look up to your face to search for some answer through your expressions.

god…the way your brows are curling upwards, you mouth slightly open and your desperate eyes looking back at him. fuck. he cant hide the fact that he also just wanna fuck you.

“i want more of you sei…” nagi swear that those glassy eyes of yours can make everything possible. “we…— we shouldn’t…. i’ll finger you is that fine?” nagi is highly hesitant, he doesn’t wanna admit that yes, he would fuck you right here right now but he no— both of you promised to take things slow for now as both of you are hoping for a healthy relationship. “plus i don’t have any condoms with me right now….i didn’t know we would do it this fast”

you whined at his words “you can give me more sei, i swear it’s gonna be fine— just pull out?” you stay persistent, as you try to convince the snow white haired boy.

“[name] i don’t know baby…. this is not what we agreed on” he stoke your strands with his left hand as he told, looking at you softly. nagi felt a pressure of pang in his chest, he must resist the urge, this is for the both of you. he look at you softly as he waited for your response “alright sei…. i respect that but— incase you have a change of heart im all yours sei….i’ll let you do whatever you want” your words came out almost like a whisper with a hint of suggestiveness as you smirked.

“what if i told you im just lazy to rut my hips forward and backwards” nagi said in his usual tone with a sly grin on his face, his hands are making their way close to your core as they play on your waistband.

“then i’ll ride you….” you snicker, nagi shook his head playfully with a lopsided grin as his eyes are now fixed on your clothed core. “m’ just kidding y’know….im a man of my words” that’s what he said. “— and i’ll make you feel good….” he added as his hands are now under your underwear, middle finger slipping through the slit to feel your wetness.

“fuck— you’re so wet” he grunt as he continued to slide his finger through your slit. he’s not even doing much but you’re already moaning and getting even more wetter with just that. he smirked.

his ring finger and middle are now working together circling around your clit, he took away his gaze from his hands plays under those shorts, he turned to look at your face, your eyes are closed shut, brows slightly forming a frown with your mouth slightly parted letting all those pretty noise out. this is exactly how he wanted you to look like, how he wanted to see your face. his dick twitched by just looking at your face, “hmmng fuck….” he grunt to the painful throb in his pants.

“aaahh sei….” chants on his name came out of your mouth with your moans, he stopped circling on your clit and played with your entrance, with all this wetness his middle finger slides in easily, pumping it a few times. “f-fuck….” a breathy moan came out of you due to the feeling on his fingers inside you, curling just in the right spot.

his ring finger shortly followed as both of his fingers are now resting inside you. “hahh..fuck ‘ts just my fingers— you’re so tight…..how are you even gonna take my dick” nagi is in awe as your walls hug and squeeze around his fingers, despite the tightness he finally moved and fucked his fingers into you.

“mmfngggh sei—seishiro please i can take moree—ahh” he continued to hit that sweet spot in you, wanting to hear more and more of your cries.

“fuck- let me just— take this off” he stop for a second, pulling his fingers out of you and tug your short along with your underwear all the way down and threw it somewhere across the room. “let me see that pretty pussy” he switch his position to your front, standing in his knees, both of his hands holds on your knees as he spread it open. your slit slowly opening up for him, and your hole squeezing at nothing. fuck. fuck. fuck. he might just cum on the spot to this view, and your face, lewd expressions are over them while you hide it behind the back of your hands.

“s-sei….’ts embarrassing….” you whined, but deep down you’re liking his, and hoping he would just fuck you as you wish. “‘m’ sorry angel….i think im gonna have to break a promise with you” your expression lit up with his words, as his eyes are still fixed at your needy cunt.

“yes sei—yes please—” you reach your hand to your pussy lips and spread it open for him. nagi could have died when you did that. he bit his lip to resist all the sinful urge he has in mind.

“just the tip…..okay? and then that’s it” he mutter, already rethinking his decisions. “i’ll take what you offer sei….” you assured. it’s enough for nagi to disregard his clothes. he look back at you only to see your slightly horrified face. “what’s wrong angel?” he asked in concern.

“nothing….i didn’t expect your size….” you mutter, he chuckled at your comment. “still wanna do it?” he asked.

“less talk sei, please” you pulled him closer until the base of his shaft rest on your slit. the slight sensation made nagi grunt. he must resist.

“that’s dangerous” he warned, as you only giggled in response. he position the girth of his cock in your entrance, trying to get it in you “loosen up f’ me baby……that’s right…good—good girl” he cooes as his girth finally made it inside you.

“haahh~ sei….” you mewl to the stretch, but you wanted more. it hurts soo good. you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him more.

“[name] stop that or else im going to pull out” he removed your legs around his waist, as he pinned your hips down to stop you from moving too much. “hnngn but seeeii” you whined.

“no”

you let him thrust just his tip, you swear that it feels good but you need him to go deeper, “f-fuck sei…..i want more i want more” you chant, but nagi ignored your cries and continue to fuck just his tip in you “shit feels so good— fuck” he grunt.

nagi is trying is best, his really best to not push another inch in you. he shut his eyes as he grunt through every thrust. his dick feels like numbing, its too damn good, how your pussy swallow his girth, he knows he’s not gonna last long.

his thumb rub circles on your clit, driving you more into your orgasm, “g’nna cum angel— fuuuckk” he threw his head back as a breathy moan came out of his mouth.

as he felt his orgasm nearing he pulled just in time, his cum oozes on you pussy lips as he stroke his length through last drop of his cum— smearing on your pussy.

“sei—”

“i know…” he cuts you off, he knows that you’re gonna say you didn’t finish. his eyes are lock on your cum covered pussy. gosh….he find it so hot.

he found himself smearing the cum more on your pussy lips with the tip of his middle and ring finger. he knows that this is dangerous, if he don’t resist this can be bad.

he couldn’t. he pushed digits inside you as he’s pushing his cum into you. this is bad, he thought but he is not planning on stopping.

“yes….keep going sei….give it to me” you threw your head back in pleasure as you knew what exactly he is doing, you’re right after all, your sweet boy nagi couldn’t resist you.

“tell me….how you really want it” he said in low voice, those demanding eyes now looking at you “i want you so bad sei….please…i want all of you inside me let me feel it baby….please” nagi swears that it’s enough for him to give in.

his third finger enters you, stretching that pussy out for the better. your juices and his cum altogether made your pussy so wet that his fingers just slides easily. this is perfect, he thought.

he took out his fingers from your aching pussy and repositioned his heavy dick on your entrance, he thrust in one go, all of it.

“ahhh fuck—sei nngh” you mewl at the sudden stretch, you feel so full but it feel so fucking good. nagi let out a groan as your wet, warm, spongy walls hugs his length.

“ahh fuck—you’re so— hhgn” he couldn’t even hold back his own noise. he didn’t waste any second to ram inside you, he made sure to bottom out every thrust to reach the spot where you wanted it to hit the most

“seeeeei—aahh fuck—ing slow d—hhaah” the impact of his hips ramming against your skin made it impossible for you to form any words.

“less talk—haaah— just moan f’me angel….you asked for it remember?” there’s full of smugness in his voice that you could only cry in response, he hold one ofyour thighs and hooked in on his shoulders.

“aahh…fuckk—ahh” he groans as his eyes are now fixed on your messy wet cunt swallowing him whole as your cream crowns around his shaft, it turns him even more to the thought of your pussy won’t be the same anymore after this, the shape of his dick is carved in this pussy, your cunt will only remember the way his dick stretching you out, that no guy will ever top this experience from you.

the wild thoughts are not really helping as he is only getting closer to his high.

he rubs circles on your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to help you cum with him.

“hah—sei—seishiro….” you squeezed your eyes shut as you’re nearing to your orgasm “m’ gonna cum—sei…”

“me too—haah—close” he leaned down, pressing your knees to your chest as his thrust went a bit faster, his lower stomach stimulating your clit with every harsh contact. you reached down to rub circles on your clit but you didn’t really last long, you came hard, gushing around nagi’s dick.

nagi didn’t stop thrusting his hips as he filled you up with his cum, he let out a loud moan, almost like a whimper.

“aaaah fuck— [name]” he flops himself above you, breathing heavy against your neck as you feel his skin sticky from the sweat.

“s-sei—can’t breathe get off” you protest as you tried to shove him off. “how rude m’tired i made you feel good c’mon and baby me” he pout as he lift his weight a bit to give you some air.

nagi smiled down to your fucked out face, mind you, his now soft dick is still inside you but seeing you all fucked out, hair strands sticking from the sweat of your forehead, half lidded eyes looking back at him and breathing heavily, man’s bricked up again “stupid sei….did you just got hard again?” you slapped his face playfully, nagi could only respond to this with a chuckle.

“what a pain….your face turn me on now this is bad” he responded with his usual lazy tone. he pushed his hips forward with a playful smile on his face, “seishiro” you warned. “this is exactly why i didn’t wanna go all the way y’know….im gonna get addicted now, i will be fucking you to the kitchen, to the bathroom, in the living room, on the balcony—”

“sei!” you slapped his side arms with a laugh to his exaggeration, he chuckled along you and finally decided to pull out from your cunt.

only—

only to get hard once again, as he watches his cum oozed out of your pussy.

“uh oh” you mutter as you watch his dick stand straight up against his stomach again.

“angel….can you go for another around?”

[drades-lair]

Bandit in the night: Hot Springs

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Straz

Despite the lack of Chaz’s presence over the next eight to ten weeks Striker couldn’t shake him from his mind promptly adding to his rage. Guiding Bombproof into a shed like shelter the pale imp began removing the hell steed’s tack, grumbling occasionally as Chaz’s stupid face ghosted through his thoughts. Once Bombproof was settled with water and a good meal Striker grabbed his things to head to his recently purchased motel room, unlike other times showing up in a town Striker didn’t have a job in this one rather it was a stepping stone on the way to his next one.

…

Chaz released an exasperated sigh as he lazily bussed a table in his recent saloon job. Daydreaming Chaz stared out the large, smudged front window of the saloon when suddenly he noticed Striker on his hell steed Bombproof walking past. Snapping out of his daydream with a yelp, diving behind the table he’d been bussing to make sure the imp couldn’t see him, waiting until Striker passed by before hurrying out the back of the saloon. Chaz managed to get back to his motel room unfortunately it was the same motel Striker was staying in meaning the remaining days he was going to be walking on eggshells.

…

4 days later Striker was just heading out to get a few supplies, locking his motel room door behind him when another door about six rooms down opened. As the occupant of that room emerged Striker felt his blood boil all over again, a snarl to erupt from the pale imp.

“YOU!” Striker growled, tail rattling.

“Oh shit!” Chaz exclaimed upon realizing the mistake he’d made, instantly bolting.

Chaz took the stairs two at a time while Striker vaulted over the railing promptly keeping pace with the shark as they ran through a back ally onto the main fairway. Chaz’s long legs easily gave him running advantage luckily Striker had something to help him, bringing two fingers to his lips the pale imp gave a sharp whistle that moments later resulted in Bombproof thundering up on him. Striker reached out a hand allowing him to snag Bombproofs saddle on the way by, heaving himself up before grabbing a lasso that was secured to the opposite side of the saddle. Expertly Striker twirled the lasso above his head for a moment then threw it towards Chaz easily snagging the shark causing him to yelp as he was brought to an abrupt stop.

“Shit, shit, shit, no…shit…no…” Chaz chanted, desperately trying to wiggle his way out of the lasso tethering his arms to his torso. Striker dismounted Bombproof with a light thud, sauntering his way towards his catch with his tail rattling and a scowl on his face.

“Ya really thought I’d let Ya get away? After what Ya did!” Striker growled dropping to one knee to straddle Chaz’s torso while grabbing the shark by his shirt.

“I-I know…I’m sorry…p-please don’t hurt me…” Chaz pleaded in a whimpering tone.

“I warned Ya that if I saw Ya again...I’d make Ya pay,” Striker lowered his tone to a menacing octave as Chaz gave a little yelp, a blade pressed to his crotch that was being held in Striker’s tail.

“P-please….I don’t know why my instincts got so out of control…I swear it’ll never happen again….” Chaz continued to whimper, tail tucking up in a submissive manner and his entire body shaking.

Striker sat snarling for a few moments causing Chaz to become slowly more submissive, which was oddly stirring something inside the pale imp. Sorting out what he was feeling Striker eventually shoved Chaz to the ground then sliced the lasso with the knife he’d been holding to Chaz’s junk causing a confused expression to cross the shark’s face.

“Humph, Ya ain’t worth it,” Striker mumbled, turning to walk back to Bombproof.

Relieved to be alive if not a little confused Chaz scrambled to his feet as Striker mounted Bombproof.

As evening set upon the Wrathian desert Striker stalked his way to the one reason he’d chosen this town to be his stop on the way to his next job, the hot spring. Hot springs were more common in Wrath then one might think, the volcanos often caused natural hot springs to form and some towns took advantage of them to make extra doe. The steam plumed into the locker area as Striker sauntered his way out into the bathing area, pulling off the towel around his waist promptly leaving nothing between him and the warm water. Slipping into the relaxing spring the pale imp sat on the bench just below the water, arms draping over the pools edge as he leaned his head back with a relieved sigh. A few moments into his relaxing bath Striker perked at the sound of someone entering the bathing area with him, now it isn’t unusual to share the bathing area however it was who walked in that caught Striker off guard. Chaz shuffled his way into the bathing area of the hot spring wearing a pair of red boxer shorts and a towel slung over his shoulder.

“What the fuck are Ya doin’ here?” Striker growled, shifting to a slightly defensive stance yet remaining seated.

“Wait! I just wanted to talk,” Chaz insisted raising his hands in front of himself.

“Humph…pressin’ Yer luck fishy,” Striker huffed, returning to his previous relaxed position yet watching Chaz carefully as the shark slipped into the water a couple feet from the pale imp.

“I know, I know…I just…wanted to know why you let me go?” Chaz wondered, slinking his way into the hot spring still wearing the boxers which Striker arched a brow at.

“Wasn’t I clear? Ya weren’t worth the cleanup,” Striker retorted, relaxing back again.

“Not sure how to feel about that…” Chaz trailed off with a discontented look upon his features.

A long silence drew out between them with Striker watching how Chaz fidgeted with his fingers underneath the water and the submissive scent coming off the shark. Having some time to process now Striker was realizing he was attracted to the shark’s submissive nature, he was enjoying seeing Chaz submit to him and all that was seating itself firmly in his lower abdomen.

“I-I really am sorry for what happened…I’ve never had that happen before. I like…how things were…before…” Chaz trailed off clearly struggling with how to say what was on his mind.

“Let me guess Ya wanna go back ta that,” Striker guessed.

“Only if you’re okay with it,” Chaz swiftly replied.

“Hmm, well I can’t say no ta free shit,” Striker responded in turn.

“Really!?” Chaz excitedly perked up, looking fully at Striker for the first time since getting in the water only to blush moments later. Striker’s physic was nicer then Chaz anticipated then there was the glaring fact that he was nude beneath the water, small bubbles from the water’s movement barely covering the imp’s lower bits.

“Why not, at least I benefit from it,” Striker stated flippantly, reaching for his towel hanging on the nearby rock.

Standing up Striker flipped the towel over his shoulder then climbed out of the hot spring not bothering to put the towel around his waist. Chaz turned bright red as he stared at Striker’s bare ass barely covered by his tail’s thicker base.

“Catch Ya later, fish bait,” Striker chuckled over his shoulder before striding into the locker room.

[goddang-ken]

| Self indulgent nsfw Ennead headcannons|

**Hello, I have a translated ennead headcannons and Q&A’s from the extras book if you want to check it out**

Words: almost 2k

Warnings: | Mentions of breeding and frottage | there no gender terms so everything’s up to you| could be incest if you want it to |adfshsh can you tell I’m on my period?😭 | I wrote this with my pussy and not my mind

-Has more length than girth, not necessary a cervix destroyer but if you’re in the right position he can give it little kisses, a little bit longer than the average size with subtle veins, curves a little upwards, the head is his most sensitive spot, if your going down on him pay close attention to his slit and don’t forget to tease his glans!!! And when he cums tug on balls a little

-he’s more of a grower than a show-er

-if you really want him to have a powerful orgasm you can massage his prostate through the perineum or if you’re willing to wake the sleeping bear you can slip a finger inside him and watch him truly come undone, I’m taking about knees pulled to his chest,full body quakes, fists turned white from how hard he’s gripping you and the bed covering/blanket is ripped because his claws came out and the most embarrassing noises being pulled from deep within his godly being 

-be careful of doing that tho cuz once he recovers he’s kicking you out for embarrassing him like that, might even attack you

-Pretty tame when it comes to pubic hair, well groomed, a little shade lighter than the red on his head

-cums is a little on the watery side but it flys pretty far when he cums afsdsfh , might even cut his moans short cuz he has to turn his head to keep it from going into his mouth

-A bratty power bottom you just gotta work for it cuz he’s stubborn and cocky and refuses to be topped, most of y’all’s foreplay is fight which probably leads to y’all fucking in shredded clothes in the rubble of what was once a temple

-as stated before his claws come out when he gets lost in the pleasure

-He’s a biter, when he cums he’s gonna latch into the closest piece of skin and try to muffle his moans and if he can’t latch all you can hear is is loud desperate moans echoing out through the halls and drool escaping from the side of his mouth, he also unknowingly keeps all eye contact with you when he cums, if you move your head left he’s moving his head left too

-his wide red eyes brimming with tears and smudged makeup after he cums showcasing all his love for you on his sleeve and insecurity he’s desperately tried hiding from you only to lay it all out in that very moment .You’re luck cuz hardly anyone gets to see him this weak so treasure it, don’t say anything yet just let him bask in the aftershocks of his mind numbing orgasm and hold him tight

-If your in missionary and his mind is far gone from the orgasm he’s experiencing you can hear him chanting “I love you” through gritted teeth near your ear

-doesn’t particularly have sensitive nipples so if you try to play/suck on them he might shoo you away from that area

-his ears and neck are his weak area!!!

-he also keeps mini thrusting when he cums, with little fully body twitch here and there

-doesn’t like to take his dick out right after y’all are done, let him stay connected to you for a bit

-is a big softy on the inside, we all know he’s scared of being forgotten so murmur sweet nothings and praise into his ear during sex

-if you’re having sex leaning on the rougher side every once in a while ask him if everything is okay and if he wants to stop (cuz we all know about his ptsd)

-acts of service and domestic life turn him on, you could be literally sweeping the floor and he’s like “damn I wanna fuck you”, he doesn’t voice it tho, just sits there with his legs tightly crossed

-I don’t think he likes body hair(as he said before it’s something savages have), so another way to bond or give an act of service boner is…shaving (hear me out), the act of holding a knife near one’s genitalia is a huge act if trust, not to mention the tension that’s in the air and the obvious touching and soft groping to his privates to make sure he’s clean shaven is bound to make him hard

-another act of service boner is redoing his make up (cuz all he does his trace over it again each day) or brushing his long  luscious hair or even making him a new weapon to use

-he’s probably into mutual masturbation but he tends to cum a bit early from embarrassment cuz you’re watching him 

-GIVE HIM AFTERCARE GODDAMIT, clean him up if he’s messy, run your fingers through his hair, rub his back etc, anything will do please

-is super clingy when your done, mostly follows you around everywhere cuz he’s still in that vulnerable mindset, don’t say anything about it or he’ll get defensive and angry and he’ll hold a grudge for while

-apologize to him by using skinship, like back hugging him and kissing his neck (his most sensitive spot) and shoulders while he’s being all pissy and he might let you join his bed

-also likes to be taken in multiple positions and in different locations

-frottage is like his number 1 kink, it’s the desperation for each other that drives him crazy , doesn’t matter if it’s through clothes or skin to skin he likes it all

-sex in front of his temple with the desert in view is also one of his favorite place’s to have intercourse

-Doggy style or cowgirl is his favorite positions too

-it doesn’t matter what positions y’all fuck in but when it’s time to cum he wants to be on his back

-even tho hes sterile, let him say he’s going to get you pregnant/beg him to get you pregnant or tell him to cum inside and he’ll go crazy, downside is he’ll be upset and quiet when you’re finished and might cry afterwards so be careful when saying that demand.

-thick just like his daddy, nice rounded head head, perfectly plump balls, if you grab massage them while he’s thrusting he’ll hitch his breath, he’s unfamiliar with the feeling but doesn’t tell you to stop 

-I feel like he’s both a grower and a shower, there’s just a little change to his dick when he’s hard

-kinda wild in the pubic hair area, never really felt the need to do anything with it, might get a little self conscious and trim it a little when you’re not around, and when you do come back he drops his shendyt unproved and ask if you like it

-short powerful thrusts,rhythm is a little off since he’s new to this, may ask here and there if he’s doing okay,

-we all saw Seth grab his boobie adfagsh his breast were breasting boobly, doesn’t really feel that much stimulation in his nipples but will let you pinch,grope and suck on them if you want

-doesn’t really have any kinks, sex wasn’t on his mind growing up so he’s completely brainless when it comes to pleasures of the flesh but is willing to try anything with you to find out what might interest him

-let him practice!!! Introduce mutual masturbation first before taking on anything else, let him touch you or let him watch as you pleasure yourself so he knows what to do when y’all actually have sex

-v much into cock milking and ruined orgasms, yes ma’am, nothing gets his blood hot than being coated with his cum and getting his life essence pulled from his dick till he’s thrashing and shooting out blanks

-And after watching he might gain the courage to ask if he can practice his thrusts, he won’t actually be inside you tho, he’ll have his dick placed in-between your lower abdomen (getting on irl view of what would be if he was inside you) and his hand and he’ll go on from there

-if he’s not practicing on your abdomen then he’s going to practice on your thighs when you’re laying together in bed

- He a hugger, likes to be chest to chest and puts his body weight on you

-Hold his hand!!! Interlock your fingers together and he’ll kiss them

-or while you’re holding hands he’ll slip one or two of your fingers into his mouth and suckle,

-also if you’re not paying attention to him he’ll grab your hand and suck on your fingers slowly getting each one wet while maintaining eye contact (he knows what he wants but doesn’t know how to voice it poor bby)

-hug him back and tell him that you love him, him that he will forever and always be your number one, you’re Sun and moon and that you’re never letting him go + some hair tugging and he’ll cum on the spot

-cum is thick like glue, cums a lot too, doesn’t really shoot far just kinds slides down his shaft and drips down off his balls

-Ngl he’d probably be into eating his cum outta you, or at least watching it ooze out

-cuckhold fetish too (sometimes), likes to be the one to fuck the other persons cum out, there’s something about seeing your hole be filled to the brim that drives his insane

-vocal based off of the extra comic, deep moans that from his gut that turn into light airy “ha’s” very expressive too, tosses his head back most of the times when he cums, mouth is usually kept open in a silent scream, keeps gulping air, still breathes hard after you’re done, keeps his hips in place and pressed fully against you, if you try to move he’ll have a fully body twitch and whisper a little breathy “wait” and pressed your hips back down on the bed

-even after he cums he’ll pull his hips back a little to let his dick slide out but he’s not getting off you just yet

-clingy when you’re done ,he cages you in his arms and refuses to let go,nuzzles you head every once in a while and hums, breathing in the scent of you

-never actually tells you that he wants to have sex he just hopes that you notice his desperation, will literally stand there with a erection till you wake up and smell the pheromones and if you don’t or it’s taking too long he’ll press himself against you and hope that you take a hint

-pubic hair doesn’t really bother him, mostly ask you how you want him to have it

-we all know he has the cervix suplexer, cervix scraper gynecologist hate him. IUD’s want to be him,soda can horse cock

-is a shower all the way, there isn’t much difference from him being flaccid or hard either way it’s hanging down to his knees, takes hella pride in it

- “go on. You can touch it, it’s yours ” afagshdj it’s hot to the touch and you can feel his heartbeat through it

-big balls too *hides face*, he may not show it but fondling or sucking on a nut makes him weak in the knees

-thick with  prominent veins, angry!angry!dark green colored head,curves a little to the side with a pretty bulbous head, the hardest part probably is getting the head to fit, very leaky with the precum

-obsessive and possessive is his middle name

-a service dom, could even dry cum from watching you cry the waves pleasure he’s inflicting

- Definitely has a huge crying/begging kink

-you’re giving him a blowjob? Oop He’s pinching your nose shut and throat fucking you for the hell of it, the pain of your nails scratching his thighs excites him more than he expected

-Refuses to stop till you’re shaking and covered in cum and sweat and on the verge of passing out but that doesn’t stop him

-grunts more than he moans, likes to hear you more than himself

-breeding kink ,breeding kink,breeding kink

-corruption kink while we’re at it too, loves to make you question your faith with the whole “if it’s bad why does it feel good?”

-will probably hold your body up with his vines and fuck you in the air, just carries you around and uses you like a human fleshlight

-or…if he’s feeling a little annoyed with you, he holding you in the air with his vines and has them fuck you instead

-imma say it…when it comes to self pleasure he has a sounding fetish

-He can and will guilt trip you into sex at anytime and anyplace

-won’t let you leave till you’re overflowing with his seed and you can’t walk straight

-talkative, mostly praises or talks about what he’s going to do to your body or how well you’re taking him

-makes you repeat the dirty things he’s whispering into your ear out loud cuz he knows your embarrassed

-doesn’t necessarily like you being on top but he’ll allow it if he’s in a mood to watch you struggle

-if you’re on top and taking too long to move he’ll slap your thigh to get you moving or he’ll give a little thrust to jostle you around a bit

-his cum is also on the semi watery side but he cums a lot so it’s okay, I also don’t think it shoots far? Kinda just flows down his dick and coats his balls

-if you trying to squirm away cuz you’re too sensitive hes just gonna drag you back to him or he’ll follow your body while still connected to you

-it may seem like he’s asking you for permission to cum inside but that’s a lie,he’s actually telling you that he’s gonna cum inside whether you like it or not, actually riles him up and makes his blood hot when you beg him not to

-responds to all your squeals and moans with a hum or “yea?”

-uses you as a fleshlight when he’s feeling jealous as a punishment

-that one headlock position is a position he likes to use if you keep moving away from him, mating press is also one of his favorites

-he may or may not leave his dick inside after he cums, depends on his mood

-exhibitionist, lives off the thrill of almost getting caught, teases you if you start getting all panicky which makes him slow down and draw out his thrusts

-he’s a hit it and leave kind of guy mostly because he doesn’t want isis to find out, but if you beg him a lil he might stay for a few minutes

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Can I please get a fic of the Bonten get caught cheating on the reader and their reacting to the reader leaving them?

You Should Go: Sanzu Haruchiyo/ Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1k

tw: angst? angst.

masterlist

song recommendation:

Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Loyal," you shout, throwing the expensive vase at Sanzu. He ducks, his pink hair flying and blue eyes full of fear, but you don't care about how he feels. You just want him to hurt like you're hurting. "You said you'd be loyal!" The vase shatters on the wall opposite his head, spraying chunks of porcelain everywhere.

"Babe, stop!" Sanzu pleads, tears welling up in his eyes. "It was a mistake. I'm sorry! A one-time thing; it'll never happen again."

"You're right," you exhale, dropping your shoulders as you stoop down to grab the bag in your hand. "It won't happen again." Sanzu seems to calm down, his shoulders also slumping as his hands drop to his sides.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just don't leave me. Not right now."

"Fuck you, Sanzu," you hiss, snatching the keys off of the counter behind you. "I want a divorce."

"Wait!" You storm out of the mansion, bag in hand as you march across the gravel to your car. "Y/n, don't do this!"

You don't even bother with replying, instead choosing to swing the car door open and throw your things in before sliding in. Sanzu briefly chases after you in the car, slamming his hand on the trunk before you peel off, driving down the driveway and out of his life.

Ran Haitani

"My mother warned me about men like you," you gripe, snatching clothes off the hangers and tossing them into your oversized suitcase. "I can't stay here with your fucking lies."

Ran tries to stop your hands from their motions, gripping your wrists feverishly.

"Stop this madness," Ran hisses, but you snatch your hands back, returning to your removal of clothing.

"Shut the fuck up, cheater."

Ran flinches at this comment but steps back, his eyes watching in slow-motion as you grab things that you owned and not a single one of his gifts to take with you.

"No, no, no, no," Ran chants, jogging down the stairs as your bag thumps on the marble. "No." His last 'no' is punctuated by him standing in front of you, eyes full of something you'd never seen before. Fear.

"Move, Haitani." Your push against his frame isn't enough, and you realize that you're sorely outmatched when his hands grab your suitcase, prying it from your fingers without harming you at all. "Move!" You shove him again, tears coming to your eyes as you push, push, push... but he doesn't budge an inch.

"No, I can't let you go." You fight him with all you have, trying your best to disarm him so you can leave and gather your thoughts, but he's not letting you. "Just... just... just stop!"

You collapse in a heap of tears and sorrow and shame at his feet, pressing a hand to your face.

"Fuck, I shouldn't be crying like this," you moan, wiping your eyes.

Ran doesn't reply, covering you with his large frame and holding you in his warmth, stroking your back as you sob pitifully in his arms.

"I'm tired of your whores calling me and reminding me I'm the worthless wife," you hiccup, pushing him away. "It's me or them, Ran. I'm done with this shit."

"It's always going to be you," he whispers, cupping your face tenderly. "I'll always choose you."

But somehow, his words never seem quite real - like a fairy tale with a happy ending.

Rindou Haitani

You had to drug him to escape. That was the only way out.

Rindou lays in the bed, his evening tea mixed with dissolvable Benadryl tablets, which we masked by the taste of cinnamon and black pepper spices.

You don't even bother leaving a note.

You slide the rings he'd given you as a vow of his commitment onto the pillow beside him and slipped out into the night, crashing at a hotel with no phone, no credit card, no way of being traced.

Rindou knew your list of "non-negotiables" contained "cheating" and he'd crossed that boundary one too many times. If his brother hadn't been in on it every single time, you'd work it out with Rin somehow. But Ran obviously wanted you out of the picture.

So you'd do just that.

The first sign that Rindou knows you've left him is the sudden appearance of men who lurked in the shadows with him.

Sanzu.

Kokonoi.

Takeomi.

They all appeared in places that you'd think would be obscure enough to inhabit. But as you caught sight of Sanzu in the hotel mirror, ducking your head and pulling the fur hood up to mask your face, you knew it was time to leave.

If the Loyal Mad Dog was on your trail, you'd have a lot more problems than just an angry ex-husband.

The second sign came after you sent the divorce papers through your lawyer.

You'd been in your new home, the mountain air chilling your bones and your heart when a black van rolled into the complex, thousands of miles away from its original departure point.

You even recognized the license plate.

The house went up for sale that evening. The divorce papers were never signed.

The final sign Rindou was desperately searching for you came when you carried the trash out to the garbage bin, eyes glued firmly to the road and your freshly-dyed hair waving in the wind.

And his car pulled up, lights blinding you as the doors opened and a couple of hands dragged you inside, tossing you in the back. You bump your head on the side door, rendering you still and a little stunned as Rindou climbs in the front seat, driving in silence.

"You think you can just divorce me?" Purple eyes catch your gaze as you rub the back of your head, hissing in pain. "You just run away and then expect to not be found? Tch." You groan, laying in the seat and trying to think of an escape, which is virtually impossible now. "I thought you knew me better than that, y/n. You forgot who you married, I guess."

[elysianslove]

what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼 

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI 

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately. 

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot. 

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you. 

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

[fanaticartisan]

The Legends always forgot how quiet he could be...

It was partly his doing, of course. When in the arena, he disengaged his shock absorbers fifteen percent so his teammates would hear him, clanking and clattering along beside them like some two-bit MRVN. That way, they knew where to look for him when shouting about their foes. They  wouldn’t jump at a crucial moment and miss their shot just because he spoke aloud. He liked when they jumped – didn’t like when he died because the enemy was still alive. So, he made himself audible.

And they forgot he could be silent.

Nights like this, where they were all aboard the ship, heading to a far-off arena in a journey that would take the better part of a day and a half, he wore that silence like an old, well-used coat. He was bored, bored, bored, and if he couldn’t kill any of his so-called companions until they got to the games, he’d settle for the next best thing: sneaking around and finding their little secrets for later torment. Sometimes a snide remark, a hint that he knew something he shouldn't and could spill their hidden weaknesses like entrails, was as good as a blade to the kidney. Some of his companions seemed like they’d prefer the latter, when certain subjects were involved.

He had to repress a laugh even now, as he crept past their doorways. He knew which Legends cried in the night. He knew who begged in their sleep, who reached for salvation that wasn’t there, for loved ones long gone, chances long lost. He knew who took comfort in ways that shamed them, and who couldn’t sleep at all for the worries that kept them up long, long after the others had succumbed to exhaustion. He’d heard it all before, a dozen times over.

But his stealthy steps slowed, then stopped, when he heard something new.

Singing.

‘Sofðu unga ástin mín. Úti regnið grætur.’

He recognized that voice, though usually its roughness and pitch were concealed through a respirator’s filter. It was strange to hear sound from within that familiar door when no light shone at the cracks.

Usually the Hound slept early, when they traveled long.

‘Mamma geymir gullin þín, gamla leggi og völuskrín.’

Revenant moved closer, drawn as if by a spider’s thinnest thread. He didn’t care if it was fascination that pulled him on, or eagerness to have caught the hunter in such a compromised situation. He didn’t let his mind calculate that far. He focused only on the stillness, the deliberation of each step placed without noise.

‘Við skulum ekki vaka um dimmar nætur.’

The metal of the door was cold against his palm as he turned the handle, slowly, so slowly. The fingers of his other hand slipped into the crack that opened just for him. He caught a glimpse of the hunter sitting on the floor – back straight, legs crossed, their form ever so slight without all that armor to protect them-

Then the axe slammed into his hand, the sparks of metal on metal illuminating a scarred face with eyes that promised death more eloquently than any spoken threat ever could. For a moment, for that flash of agony and light, he believed the promise, and knew his grunt of surprised pain would be the last noise he made before he woke up in his new body-

And then the moment was broken as a cough raked through that thin body with claws crueler than even his own. The hunter fell back, gasping and choking, fumbling in the dark until their desperate hands found their respirator. Once they’d pressed the mask to their face, once the cough stilled and their breathing steadied into a rhythm more suited to the living than the dying, did they look at him. Not the darkness, but their own self control hid their emotions from Revenant’s eye. 

Their voice had an edge of frost when they finally broke the silence. “Knocking is a courtesy that is not beneath your practice.”

“All courtesy is beneath my practice,” Revenant responded, scorn curling the edges of his words better than any smile ever could. 

He pulled his hand back through the door – or, tried to. It was stuck, nailed to the metal surface by that twice-cursed axe. He made a mental note to find another descendant of the programmer who had thought it a good idea to build pain receptors into his system and teach them the true meaning of the word, then looked back at the hunter. 

They were still standing, staring at him, one hand keeping the respirator clamped over their face, the other holding a sharp knife Revenant was more familiar with than he cared to admit.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Revenant said. “Sounded like you were having a grand old time. Are you practicing for a concert?”

The sneer in his voice seemed to have no effect on the Hound who, after another moment of consideration, sat themselves on the floor once more, keeping the knife in plain view. “It is not for others that I practice,” they said.

“You just like the sound of your own voice that much, do you..?” Revenant wiggled his hand. Hurt zinged through his arm, but the axe stayed firm. He wondered if he could reach around with his other limb to pull it free. He didn’t much care for the amount of exposure that would grant to the blade that breathed so loudly not six feet away.

“It is not for my voice that I do this,” came the calm reply. 

Revenant hated all the Legends, but right now he hated the Hound most, for their unflappable honesty, for their unbreakable politeness. However much he needled them, they were ever unwilling, or perhaps even unable, to descend to his level of petty backtalk. “Tell me then, oh mighty hunter,” he said, using enough sarcasm for them both, “As it seems I won’t be going anywhere until you’ve had your say.”

Bloodhound watched him, their lenses reflecting the yellow light from Revenant’s own eyes back at him. When they next spoke, each word was measured, answering, but not confessing. “I would like, some day, to be able to breathe freely.” A pause. “If the gods will it.”

Revenant fell silent at that. His gaze lingered on the Hound’s face, on the hand holding the respirator over their mouth and nose, on the lingering scars that traced every visible surface of facial tissue. “...by singing to enhance your lung capacity?”

Bloodhound nodded once, some of the tension leaving their shoulders. 

That caught Revenant’s attention. 

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like understanding them, or them willingly trusting him with information he preferred to steal himself. He liked even less knowing there was nothing he could do with this confession of weakness that would be a satisfactory vengeance for his current position of compromise.

He tugged at his hand with more violence than before, making the door rattle. Bloodhound didn’t flinch, and neither did their axe.

“Get me out of here,” Revenant demanded.

The hunter stood, respirator still held firm, and walked close. They waited a moment, just long enough for Revanant to glare, and to see his own reflection in those stupid goggles, before taking firm hold of the axe handle and yanking it free with a crackle of sparks.

Their calm annoyed Revenant even more than the unwilling hiss of pain drawn from his voicebox. Without another word he slammed the door in their face, meaning to storm away and find someone more fun to bother.

But he didn’t. His feet stayed where they were, inches from the closed door.

Perhaps a minute passed this way, in silence. He didn’t let himself wonder why he stayed. He waited, telling himself he was the predator awaiting the footfalls of his prey. 

But when the noise came, it was not that of booted feet against the airship floor, but of cloth rustling as the Hound lowered themselves to the ground. It was the soft brush of a back against the door, of legs being folded. It was a deep breath taken before the respirator was set aside.

And then, once more, the rough, unfiltered voice in the darkness - but so close now Revenant could almost touch it.

‘Það er margt sem myrkrið veit, minn er hugur þungur.

Oft ég svarta sandinn leit svíða grænan engireit.

Í jöklinum hljóða dauðadjúpar sprungur.’

He was going to kill them for this. He was going to make them suffer, for forcing him to stand here and listen to their voice, as raw and vulnerable as any death cry, gentle and drifting as smoke on the wind. Were they doing it on purpose, twisting the melody so mournfully that it tugged at a soul Revenant was sure he no longer had?

‘Sofðu lengi, sofðu rótt, seint mun best að vakna.’

He was going to kill them. He would make that soft voice scream in agony.

‘Mæðan kenna mun þér fljótt,meðan hallar degi skjótt,’

He would learn the words to their song just to croon it in their ear while he plunged his fist into their chest and ripped out their heart.

‘að mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna.’

He’d have to stay a bit longer, though, to study the thing properly. He wasn’t sure he remembered the beginning right.

But for a second the song faltered, and Revenant felt an unexplainable pang at the thought that it was over, and the Hound was done for the night.

A flap of feathered wings. An accusing caw. From the other side of the door came that rough voice, soft and soothing. “Hush. I know. It is alright.”

Another deep breath, and they began again.

‘Sofðu unga ástin mín…’

Revenant closed his eyes. No… killing them wouldn’t be punishment enough. They’d just be dead. Better would be to find someone else to kill, to make it very public, very bloody…

‘Úti regnið grætur.’

Then, when the newspapers reported his good work, when the survivors cried on television about a robotic voice chanting in an alien language, he would meet Bloodhound’s eye across the room, and the Hound would know, and Revenant would know they knew…

And that would surely be the sweetest revenge of all.

[georgiapeach30513]

Why Wait

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Summary:  you go on another date

Pairings:  Bucky X Joshua

Rating:  😪🥺

Warnings:  Joshua tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Bucky & Brooklyn Masterlist

You let out an airy giggle as Bucky chases you and Joshua around the backyard.  Joshua even stopping to taunt him, before Bucky falls flat on the ground on his back, “I give up.  You two have way too much energy for this old man,” Joshua runs over and tries to jump on his stomach but Bucky catches him.  “Not funny.”

You hear your phone ping, and pull it out of your back pocket, and start to freak out, “Oh, crap.  Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap,” you chant running inside to get a shower and try to make yourself look decent for this date.

“What was that about?” Bucky asks looking towards the backdoor, only to have Joshua poke him in the ribs.  “And what was the poke for?”

Joshua lets out a low sigh, “She’s got a date, and it’s not you,” Bucky gives him a chuckle and starts to push them off the ground.  “It’s not funny.”

“Didn’t say it was.  Your mom is allowed to date.”

“This is the second one with the Tornado.”

“Who is the Tornado?”

“Johnny Tornado, or Lightning, someone that Miss Kitty introduced her to,” Bucky bites at his lip, and takes a calming breath.  “Do you want to go on a date with my mom?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“You get angry every time she goes on a date,” Bucky shakes his head no, “Yeah, you do.  You two think because I’m young I’m stupid.  I’m not.  When I have to take my bath early, or go see what Nana is doing, some man is picking her up.  So grump, do you want to take her on a date?  Or are you avoiding it because you know me.”

“You’re not my therapist,” Bucky giggles bringing Joshua in the house.  He looks around the kitchen before picking up the phone to order pizza.

“You need my help.”

“I don’t need help from a six-year-old.”

“I’m almost seven,” he pouts at Bucky, who apologizes, “Do you want to date mama?  Yes or no.”

“Yes,” Joshua starts to respond but the door bell rings.

“Go take your bath, Joshie.”

“I’ve met him with Uncle JJ.”

“You know that man is not your uncle right?” Bucky asks as they walk towards the door.  

“Yes, but that’s what Icy and Azzie call him.”

“He’s not their uncle either.  He’s no one’s uncle,” Joshua only shrugs and opens the door.  “She’s running late.”

“Oh...okay,” Bucky eyes the man up and down, noticing the fancier clothes which isn’t you at all.  

“We’ll go check on her,” Bucky turns to leave, and sees Joshua still standing there, “Joshie, come on, son.”

Standing in your doorway, he watches you put on your earrings, “Oh, uh...” you start unable to figure out where to take this.  “It’s your night, but I did forget to ask.  It was a last minute thing.” 

Joshua crawls up on your bed, looking at you through the mirror, “She looks pretty doesn’t she dad,” you steal a quick glance back to Bucky almost laughing.

“She always does, buddy.  I can just keep him here.  That way he can sleep in his own bed.  Already ordered pizza,” whispering out an okay, you go to give your son a kiss.

“You’re still unzipped.”

“Right, uh,” you gulp looking up at him, and you stutter.  “Do you mind,” you have to look away from his eyes.  Because you’re just about ready to cancel the date and stay in with Bucky and Joshie.  His finger slowly slides up your back, and you watch him in the mirror.  His eyes taking every bit of you in, and neither of you notice Joshua smiling on the bed.  “Thanks, Buck.  I’ll be back soon.”

You walk to Johnny, looking back at Bucky and Joshua standing in the doorway, and you hate it.  Not sure why you’re doing this.  What is the reason, because it all just seems like a waste at this point.

Joshua glares up at Bucky before turning around with a huff, “What?” Bucky asks, as he jumps on the couch with those arms crossed over his chest.  “Joshie, what’s wrong?”

“Do you like mama?”

“You know I do.”

“No, like that,” he points his finger at the door, and almost pouts up at Bucky.  “You won’t answer, because I’m a kid.  I get it.  But, I don’t want Johnny Tornado to be my dad because you’re right here.”

“Johnny Storm.”

“I like Tornado better.  Do you like mama?”

“It’s not that simple,” Bucky walks over and sits beside his son looking over this little boy, almost like he’s seeing him for the first time.  There’s not too much he thinks about other than spending every day with you and his son.

“Yeah, it is.  Do you know how the Tornado did it?  We was at Miss Kitty’s, and he and Uncle JJ was there, and him and mama were laughing.  Do you know what he said?  You wanna go to dinner sometime.  That’s pretty simple.  You’re scared.”

“Am not.”

“Ya are, too.  Why?  Do you like mama?”

“No,” Joshua rolls his eyes and turns to look the other way.  That pouty lip sticking out, while his eyes feel with tears.

“Liar.”

“I love your mom.  You and her are all I ever think about.”

“Then ask her out,” he turns to look at Bucky when that first tear comes rolling down his cheeks, and he starts crying uncontrollably.  “Please.”

“I can’t just ask her out.”

“Yes, you can.  You stay here most nights anyways.”

“Buddy, I know...”

“No you don’t,” that little boy screams, pushing away from Bucky.  “You you...why are you here?  You found found us, and now what?  You you you’re just gonna be her friend, and I want a dad,” Bucky struggles to look at his son who is a rambling and crying mess.  “Ask her.  She’ll she’ll say yes.  She loves you too.  She does, I heard her tell Nana, but but she’s scared, and you are too, so so it’s never gonna happen.  And and I want my dad and my mom.”

Pulling the little boy into his chest he just holds onto him.  Whispering he was sorry.  “Promise me, you’ll ask her.”

“When the time is right.”

“It’s right.  That’s her second date with the Tornado.  The time is right now.  Pizza,” Joshua sighs when the doorbell opens.  “Promise.”

“Let me get the pizza.”

“Daddy, promise me.  I want you here.  Today was fun.  She didn’t want to go, I saw her.  That’s the look she gives when she’s sad.  Promise me.”

“I promise,” still carrying Joshua, he opens the door to grab the pizza, handing him over money for a tip, before carrying the boy and the pizza into the kitchen.  

“Tonight.”

“Why tonight?” Joshua takes a big bite of the pepperoni slice and smiles.  “Why tonight?”

“Why not?  Do what mama tells me, put on your big boy undies, and ask her.  You promised.  Why wait?”

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 1

Ding dong fannibals I’m back on my bullshit :) 

I discovered that I cannot for the life of me be concise so this one might come in a couple parts. I don't anticipate it's gonna go as long as Cult Girl but we'll see. Y/n is an introverted waitress at a fancy restaurant with a crush on a mysterious regular. An encounter with a dangerous criminal pulls her into his world.

Trigger warnings: graphic descriptions of violence; implied drug use; religiously-motivated violence.

In some ways, waitressing was the perfect job for an introvert. Customers didn’t see you as a person, they saw you as an NPC. As long as that was the case, you weren’t expected to engage with them beyond the script: you take their order, bring them the food and they, hopefully, leave a tip. To ensure that, you perfected the art of fake happiness. You were there to make money, not friends. 

Well, there was an exception to every rule. Yours was the sommelier. 

The sommelier was a regular at the restaurant, but never ordered a meal. He mostly just sat at the bar, drank expensive wine, and watched the people come and go for hours at a time. Among the waitstaff, he was a bit of a local cryptid. Waitresses whispered about the handsome gentleman with an unidentifiable accent and deep pockets. About how lucky you had to be to score a bartending shift on one of the nights he showed up. It got to the point where bartending shifts were swapped like currency, because every woman on staff wanted the chance to meet the sommelier. 

One of the more religious line chefs liked to remind you all that the devil would come as everything you could ever desire. He was fully convinced that the sommelier was Satan incarnate, and he wasn’t completely off the mark. Standing at six feet tall with features sharp enough to cut diamonds, the sommelier wouldn’t look out of place in a vampire thriller. He always dressed in dark suits. Your coworkers hypothesized this was so the bloodstains wouldn’t show. Despite the chef’s well-intended (if not condescending) warnings, even the threat of eternal damnation couldn’t scare you off. 

As much as you liked to believe you were above stupid workplace gossip, you knew you weren’t. You were never the most socially adept person, but this gave you something to connect over. It’s how you discovered that you and the other waitresses were all in the same boat; broke, lonely and in desperate need of some excitement. And if that came in the form of a wine-loving vampire taking a liking to your restaurant, there were certainly worse ways to go. 

Unfortunately, not even the chance at encountering the sommelier could make you look forward to working Easter Sunday. Your manager had you working from noon to midnight that day. As employers went, he wasn’t much of a tyrant. He offered you time and a half and even let you switch from waiting tables to bartending halfway through the shift. He, too, knew how coveted the bartending shifts were. And you weren’t in any position to refuse, either. You quite enjoyed having a roof over your head and food in your stomach. 

That didn’t make up for the fact that most of the other twenty-something employees had left for the holiday, and you were one of the few stragglers left available. Easter was the most dreaded workday of the year, because the infamous after-church crowd quadrupled in size and lasted all day. They came in double-digit parties, had no concept of birth control and tipped in prayer. Too many times had you reached for what looked like a generous cash tip, only to find that it was a church pamphlet disguised as a fifty.

You clocked in at noon exactly, after waiting for the second hand to pass the twelve just to be sure. 

“[F/N]!” Your coworker, Charissa, grabbed your attention before you could walk away. “I heard you’re at the bar this evening. Congratulations.” 

“He’s not going to show up, Charissa.” You rolled your eyes. You decided to go into this shift expecting the absolute worst, that way you wouldn’t be setting yourself up for disappointment. “It’s Easter.” 

“You don’t know that.” Charissa nudged you in the side. 

You grinned. “Why would a vampire come to dinner on the one day everyone is gonna be wearing a cross?” 

“Oh, shit, I didn’t think of that.” Charissa gasped. “Well, good luck anyway.”

The first wave of customers filing through the door and filling the restaurant with noise pushed all optimism out of your head. Sighing, you approached a person that Charissa had already seated. 

“Hi, my name is [F/N], I’ll be your server today.” You greeted the first customer in your block. “Can I get you something to drink today?” 

The man couldn’t have been a day over twenty-five, if that. He was still lively in a way that meant he hadn’t experienced the drain that was a minimum wage job. He was wearing a shirt that said ‘on fire for Christ’ under a flannel with no buttons. One look and you knew he wasn’t going to tip. 

The man flashed a row of eerily white teeth. “I thought you said you would bring the wine?” 

You momentarily thought you’d already taken his drink order and shook your head. “I’m sorry, did I--”

“Ah, I see your confusion.” The man shrugged and forced a laugh. “You’re waitressing this week, you and I are going on a date next week. My mistake.” 

Great. You thought. It hasn't even been five minutes and I'm already being gaslit.

Any interaction that forced you to go off-script was bad, but this was a particularly irritating diversion. “Would you like to see a wine list?”

“I’m Chase.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you, [F/N].” 

“Have you decided on a drink?” You repeated, trying not to grit your teeth too obviously. 

"I'll have a glass of your finest coke, please." He faked an English accent, poorly.

"We only carry Pepsi products." You said, dreading how this joker would react to such a minor inconvenience.

He threw his head back and made a face like he had just taken a bullet to the chest. "No, it's gotta be coke! It's coke or nothing!"

"Did you want something else, then?" You tried to hurry him along. "The bartender makes a very nice mimosa-"

He smacked the table as if he had some urgent question. "McDonald's or Chick-Fil-A? There is a right answer, so choose wisely."

"...uh," You mumbled, just praying that he would order a drink already. There wasn't even a Chick-fil-A in the area. "I like McDonald's."

Again, he acted like he was shot in the chest. "Oh, you're down zero to two!"

"If you need a few minutes to select a drink," You said. "I can come back-"

He grabbed your arm and forced a laugh. "I'm just kidding around with you, [F/N]. Pepsi is fine."

You scribbled the order down on your notepad, mostly just to pry your wrist from his grip. You wanted to go into the bathroom and scrub yourself down, but perhaps it was just easier to chop the whole arm off. That way you could get worker's compensation, too.

The tables were filling up and you had spent far too long coaxing a drink order out of this youth pastor creep. You had actual families to wait on. The shift was off to a horrible start.

You made him wait for as long as you could get away with. You took drink orders from three full booths before returning to the youth pastor. Because you knew he was raring to corner you again.

You planted the pop in front of him, the glass already wet with condensation. "Have you decided on a meal?"

"I was just looking over this menu and something caught my eye." He began, looking at the holiday menu your manager had printed off. "This rack of lamb, it's a special, right?"

"Right." You nodded. "It's a pretty large meal, though, so I'd recommend sharing it-"

"No, y'see.." he cut you off. "Jesus was the lamb of god. He died on the cross for your sins. And, look!"

He pointed to the menu. "It says it's a 'praying hands' lamb!"

"Oh!" You forced yet another smile. "I can see the confusion. That just refers to how the rack is arranged."

"I think it's a sign from god." He said.

You demonstrated the shape of the dish with your fingers. "See, the rib bones are long and the racks are Frenched, so the dish takes the shape of a pair of, well, praying hands."

"I'll take it." He nodded furiously.

He took a sharp breath in through his nose and you started to seriously wonder if his definition of "coke or nothing" had a double meaning. It formulated in your head as a joke, but it became more and more of a serious inquiry by the minute.

You leaned in just slightly to get a closer look at his face. Some details you hadn't noticed before were beginning to come into focus. His eyes were vacant and glassy. A small but noticeable stream of blood trickled from his nostril.

"Sir?" You said in a clear, projected voice. "Is there someone I could call for you?"

He turned his head. "Jesus died for your sins."

You looked around the room for any sign of your manager, a supervisor or anyone with a shred of authority. "This man needs help!"

In your haste to call attention to the situation, you didn't see him pick up his steak knife.

"You want to know what Jesus felt when you pierced him?" He muttered, just loud enough for your ears alone.

You felt the serrated knife puncture your skin before you had time to process his words. The pain shot through your body, making you freeze in place.

A chorus of screams filled the restaurant. Blood was pouring from the open wound in a quantity you didn't think possible. Underneath, the knife went straight through your hand and into the table.

The man gripped the handle and gave it a twist, a look of horrifying pleasure on his face. At this point, several people had stepped in to restrain him. He was tall and athletic and could easily overpower many of the other customers, which he did. He found another steak knife and began to cut throats while chanting an incomprehensible prayer.

An older woman claiming to be a doctor rushed to your side. She made a makeshift tourniquet from a napkin and a butter knife. Everything after that was a blur. You struggled to stay conscious as the woman tried to guide the knife from the table while keeping it embedded in your hand.

Soon enough, police and ambulances arrived on the scene. The woman placed you in the care of one of the many EMTs, then rushed away to assist the others.

"I'm just doing what Jesus says!" The youth pastor shouted, before gouging his knife into another man's throat. "Spreading his love!"

The officers notably didn't open fire and made an attempt to de-escalate. Maybe that was how the youth pastor was able to escape. 

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

no matter what it takes

summary: y/n is kidnapped, and for once reid can’t think of a solution

inspired by this request: Hiiiii! I absolutely love your writing it’s so amazing! I was wondering could there be a storyline where your all working a case (the reader is dating Spencer) and have a lead and you go to the suspect’s house and while there you get kidnapped when back at the BAU the team is trying to work out how to get you back and they get a ransom vid of you getting beaten (dark I know) so they all have to work faster and they find you but while you're taken can we see it from like Spencer’s POV and his thought process on your being gone. Anyways they find you and you’re like drugged majorly injured you wake up in hospital Spencer’s there and it’s fluffy at the end.I know that’s rough but I really love your writing and hope this is ok x

word count: 2,331                                                                                               reading time aprox: 8 mins

a/n: to whoever requested it, i kinda didn’t follow your format or ending. i’m really sorry to disappoint you, but i was writing the plot one way, then suddenly it took a turn. i hope you still enjoy it!

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Spencer’s POV

My eyes scanned the words in front of me, Charles Dickens displayed in between my hands. I hoped my thoughts would wander more as I explored the novel, taking my mind off of the case I worked previously.

Out of the blue, two soft hands appeared on my knotted hair, massaging the scalp tenderly. “Are you settling okay, my love? How was the case?”

I exhaled deeply, setting the book down beside me as I guided my best girl to my lap. I cushioned her to my side, nuzzling my nose into her shoulder.

“That bad, huh?” Y/N sympathized, trailing her fingers at the cut of my chin. I nodded into her, taking in her calming scent. She smelled of fresh daisies in the summer and the first layer of snow in the winter.

I lifted my head from hers, bringing my arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to me. I sighed in relief as a wave of calm brushed over me. “We were too late...we couldn’t get to one of the last hostages before the unsub.” I shook my head, taking her hand in mine. I examined the daintiness of her fingers, chuckling softly as I placed kisses upon each of them.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she whispered, nuzzling into me as we enjoyed each other’s presence. “Did you catch the unsub?”

“No...he got away last minute,” I sighed, running my hand over my face. “This unsub likes to make things personal. He only killed the last victim to mess with us.”

Silence infiltrated the conversation before it dived into the dark details of the case. The combined sounds of our breathing created a tranquil environment, lulling us to sleep with every second passed.

“I promise you Y/N...”

-

The shade of grey that covered the walls of the BAU prevented agents’ minds from meandering from their tasks. This proved quite effective in intended circumstances, although the caveat was the consequence of a disconcerted mind.

The film cast over my eyes exacerbated the existing burn from staring into space for too long. Although the sensation was unmatched for the void that consumed me from the inside. My limp fingers twitched beside me in a rhythmic pace, reminding me that this was real. My feet felt heavy against the granite tiles of the office, barely able to hold up the rest of my stature. I felt my muscles sag underneath my weight as the feeling of emptiness flooded from my torso to the knuckles of my hands.

“You be careful, Y/N!” I teased, watching as my lover’s silhouette disappeared into the elevator.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!”

I shook my head, amused at the incessant Marvel-themed references that had been thrown my way since our last movie night. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

I hissed as I felt my nails dig into my palms. I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been clenching my fists until I looked down to see blood trailing around my nail bed. Shaking my head, I cleaned off the evidence against my slacks, watching it seep through the material.

“Guys?”

My head shot up to find Penelope typing away at her computer. Her brows were crossed with worry and her eyes would flicker frantically between her four monitors. The rest of the team seemed to follow me to her station, gazing with anticipation at what she discovered.

“What do you have Garcia?”

“I-um. I’m picking up a satellite feed somewhere in Danbury, Connecticut,” she spilled out, her fingers shaking over her keys. “Ther-there’s a livestream that just went active two minutes ago, an-and it’s...there’s-oh my god.” Penelope pushed herself away from her screens, tearing her eyes away as her face grew hot.

“Reid. Out.” Hotch demanded, not taking his eyes off the feed in front of him. JJ moved beside him, further blocking my view of the monitor. Her face contorted in shock and disgust, similar to the expression Garcia beheld moments ago.

“What...why?” I questioned, taking steps forward to investigate, but was ultimately stopped by Morgan. A coil wrapped around my insides, getting tighter with every breath that I took. The sides of my forehead began to warm up with a disorienting blaze, traveling down my eyelids. The fire followed down to the pit of my stomach, sending an uneasy chill down my spine.

“Kid…” he whispered, shaking his head in caution.

“What…” I breathed, feeling my cheeks swell up. Morgan couldn’t meet my eyes--none of them could. “God, it’s my girlfriend. I deserve to know where the hell she is,” I huffed, pushing past Morgan. Although the words were launched back into my esophagus, turning into bile that burned away at my pride.

A high-pitched ringing echoed and bounced around my head. My ears thumped with a resonating drum, overwhelming my senses. Every sharp intake of air felt like ice shooting up my nostrils, and every exhale felt like fire to my lungs.

Y/N was hunched over in a chair with braces around her wrists and ankles. Her beautiful hair was matted with dirt and blood, sticking to the sides of her face. Her skin was painted with a mixture of sweat and grime, hiding the usual radiant glow of her skin. Fortunately, the blurry pixels of the video saved me from witnessing the large gashes that ran along her flesh.

A man stood next to her with a Cheshire grin, his pervasive eyes scanning every inch of his work before breaking the fourth wall. He stared at the camera with a joyful gleam, tilting his head as he inspected the lenses.

“Spencer.” I imagined her call out. A phantom chant met my ears, remembering the softness in her voice and the soothing gravity she carried within her words.

“Spencer, stop it!” Y/N giggled, burying herself deeper into our duvet.

“Why baby?” I murmured into the crease of her neck. “We should just stay like this all day. Maybe if we stay long enough we can morph into a chrysalis.���

“Spencer,” she giggled. “Spence…”

“Spence?” JJ empathized, searching my eyes. She placed a hand on the outside of my arm, lingering there for a comforting moment. Although when she realized her attempts were futile, she retracted her arm with a tight frown on her lips. “I know that-”

“The feed is displaying audio now,” Garcia announced with a wavering tone. I slid past JJ, standing my ground next to Hotch as we listened to the livestream. Whimpers echoed throughout the concrete compound she was trapped in. Her body flinched as the man inched closer to her with an object out of view from the camera. The fear in her eyes left a sharp pang in my chest as a burning resentment ignited my bloodstream.

“Stop…” she whispered, pulling away from the man. “Stop...please,” she sobbed. Her face was contorted in anticipation, glancing down at the item creeping towards her. It was only then a glint of a metal object bounced off of the camera, a foreign substance leaking from its tip.

“Stop! Please!” Y/N’s voice amplified in volume as the inevitable came. “NO!” she screamed, thrashing in her seat as the needle penetrated the soft layer of her skin. “SPENCER! HELP!” she cried out, desperation seeping through her weeps.

A suffocating poison ran its course throughout my body, entrapping me in the limited reality of my abilities. I felt my inner conscious thrash against the walls of my mind, begging for an answer, a solution. I tore my eyes away from the screen, my hand unconsciously clawing at the base of my neck. Staggered breaths blocked my airway, and the room shrank under my feet.

I needed to get out.

I let my feet sweep me away from the office, as far as it takes. My back hit the cold wall of the eerie hallway, feeling the chill penetrate through my blazer. I closed my eyes as I banged on my forehead, hoping that the gears would start working, but nothing seemed to bring me assurance.

Nothing could assure that she’ll be okay. I failed her. I failed to assure her that I was going to keep her safe. I failed at keeping her safe. I failed her.

My heart was pulled against my spine, attached tethers tearing it apart in opposite directions. Contractions of adrenaline seeped into my nervous system as her anguished screams left the room silent behind me. It was like gravity had ceased to exist, leaving me floating in a mind-numbing state of desolation.

I failed her.  

“I’m always going to love you,” I reassured, tucking in a hair behind her ear as she swung her legs back and forth atop of the counter.

“Really Spence?” she giggled, bringing the spoonful of 3:00 am ice cream out of her mouth, dangling the utensil from the bottom of her plump lips.  “Prove it?”

“Darling, isn’t there a tub of ice cream--that I bought--in your hands?” I teased, tapping at my watch. “And last time I checked it’s the middle of the night.”

“Whatever,” she giggled, nudging at my shoulder. My hands traveled to the sides of her hips, pulling myself closer as I inspected the beautiful glow of the moonlight reflecting off of her visage. “I thought you were going to say something cute.”

“That wasn’t cute?”

“Not even close, Spencer Reid,” she mumbled, tapping on the end of my nose before taking my face into the softness in her hands. She playfully scoffed as we inspected each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours. My arms found their way around her waist, melting into her, as I lessened the gap between us.

“What is it?” I whispered, my eyes flickering from her eyes to the pigment on her lips. Closing in proximity, I nudged her into me. But before our lips could meet, a chuckle filled the air and a hand was placed above my chest.

“I...am out of ice cream.” With that, she scurried away to the fridge with a bounce in her step. I shook my head in amusement, whispering to myself.

“That girl’s damn lucky that I love her.”

Frenzied feet inside the office took me out of my daze, but it was the sound of soft steps approaching me that made my shoulders stiffen in anticipation. I collected my composure the best as I can, maintaining a brave face for whoever would walk into the doorframe.

I didn’t even bother to look up to see who it was. The figure’s footsteps halted beside the door frame, leather shoes in my peripheral. Without a moment of quiet, the figure stooped down with its back pressed lightly against the wall. Although despite the thick tension, the figure remained silent.

“You know I don’t always need company…” I murmured defensively.

“I know kid...I know,” Morgan huffed, bringing his hands to his head. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have any.” He knocked his knee into mine, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She’s going to be okay Spencer.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that she’s strong,” Morgan countered. “You just gotta believe in tha-”

“Don’t- Don’t give me hope like I’m one of the victims we interview. I’m- I’m not a victim.” I nudged his large hand off of me, feeling confined in the big desolate hallway.

“I wasn’t saying you were-”

“But you implied it!” I combed through my hair, my lungs still sore from staggered breaths. “I’m...I’m sorry,” I sighed.

“I said I’m sorry!” I yelled, feeling my throat dry up from the venom dripping from my words.

“This is the third time, Spence. The THIRD time you came home late,” Y/N seethed.

“Who are you? My mother?”

“All I want is to know that you’re safe, Spencer! God! I wait here all day for you, knowing that you’re out there on the field, and something could happen. How does that make me feel?”

“This is ridiculous,” I shook my head, dismissing her ignorance. I headed towards my jacket that I strung up on the coat hanger a few minutes ago, not bothering to take my keys with me.

“Where...where are you going?” Y/N whispered.

I made the mistake of looking back and seeing the hurt present on her face. The apples of her cheeks were stained with tears, and her eyes were glistening with fresh ones. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, still looking plump and soft even in her distressed state.

“To work,” I monotonously replied, turning away from her. I shuffled out of the apartment with anger dominating every part of me, blinding me to the point where I guess I forgot to lock the door.

“I did this.”

Morgan’s head shot up at the utterance of my words. “What do you mean, kid?”

“I left her by herself...alone,” I scoffed. “We were fighting, and I just left her there. God, I didn’t even lock the door.” I rammed the back of my head against the plaster wall, squeezing my eyes tightly. “How can I be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Hey, stop that!” Morgan intervened, pulling my shoulders off of the wall. “You didn’t know that this was going to happen…”

“Yes, but I should’ve known, Morgan! Don’t you get it!”

“Spenc-”

“I had one job…” I sighed, the inner walls of my chest collapsing into themselves. “God I...I should’ve known.”

My head fell back into the curves of my palms, my tears shamelessly peeking out of the corners of my eyes. My chest heaved reluctantly, as my heart lurched forward. Heat crawled up my cheeks, combining with the coldness of the tears running down my face.

Morgan’s supporting hand felt like a phantom’s upon the skin of my back, knowing that nothing compared to the innocent touch of my Y/N.

-

“What is it, Spence?”

“I promise you that....that I’m always going to keep you safe, no matter what it takes.”

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[kimnjss]

OOH DRABBLES!? Can you please do one from groupie love and yn is like whining for Hobi to finish working in the studio so he puts her on his lap and fingers her or something and then she gets all tired and falls asleep

groupie love drabble. explicit. 1.5K words.

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you've been here all day. not even an exaggeration, you've been here all day. it was a cute idea on paper. showing up at the studio unannounced to surprise your boyfriend, he always loved when you popped in... especially if you came with snacks. with the hopes of him saying 'fuck it' and turning in early, you bring more than just snacks.

dressed in the dress you know he loves to see you in, a pastel-colored mini that hugged the soft lines of your body nicely. hair pulled back to show off the dazzling necklace he had got for you for one anniversary or another. and then there was the kicker... two large bento boxes in hand with his name on it.

hoseok turns for no more than a few seconds, just enough time to flash you that pretty smile of his. he mouths something, but you don't catch it too focused on the lack of excitement in his features. and then he's turning back to the computer as if you're not standing there waiting for his attention.

maybe he didn't notice it was you. setting the food down on the table, you're moving to stand behind him. a single manicured finger poking into his shoulder just before you're leaning into his view. “helloooo!” nose scrunching at the sight of the large headphone covering his ear, you don't hesitate to pull it back. “baby. you didn't see me?”

all he does is nod, gently pulling the earphone from your grip to secure it back in place. he does, though, lean up to press a soft kiss to your lips – keeping the pout from fully forming. “give me a minute, princess. i'm almost done,” he smiles softly, hand reaching up to pat your head in the way that he does before he was turning his attention back to the monitor.

that was hours ago. the sun had set, and his food had gone cold. you've gone from restless to annoyed at least ten times and you were just seconds from flicking objects at the back of his head. it's bobbing along to the beat of whatever song he's making and while you loved the sight of your boyfriend doing what he loved, you can't help but roll your eyes.

“hoseokkkk!” his name dragged out through a huff as you're hopping back up. “are you done yet?” words falling on deaf ears, he doesn't even budge. you're stomping in his direction, arms crossed over his chest. “are you done yet?” you repeat, stood beside him this time and he doesn't even look!

you're reaching for his ear, but he's quicker than you, jerking his head to the side before you can touch it. oh, so now he wants to acknowledge you. it's an obvious sign to let him work, but you can't bring yourself to care. so once again, you're reaching out – this time for the wire that connects his headphones to the computer. you're tugging it before he can bat your hand away. “are you done yet?”

the angry expression on his face melts into a mildly annoyed one when his eyes land on the pout of your lips at how big and sad your eyes are. “i said one minute, baby.” he speaks much softer than he initially intended.

“you said that three hundred-fifty-three minutes ago,” that has a laugh falling from his lips, eyes shifting to the computer screen where the time is displayed. well after eleven at night and if he remembered correctly, you had come barreling in around five. now he felt bad, it had only felt like a few minutes since you got here.

he's turning his chair to face you fully, arms reaching out to wrap around your waist. easily pulling your body toward his, he's able to maneuver your body into his lap. “i'm sorry, love. i just got caught up... i'm almost done, though.” that's obviously not what you wanted to hear, because you're huffing again, moving to stand from his grip.

hoseok is quickly tightening his arms around your body, keeping you pinned to him. “just a little longer, i promise. why don't you sit in my lap while i finish?” he offers with an all too convincing smile. it doesn't take long for you to loosen up, allowing him to pull you comfortably between his legs before he's turning to face the screen again.

you stay like that for twenty minutes. his hand resting innocently on your stomach as he plays around with the track in front of him. your back is pressed into his chest, the soft breaths he lets out tickling the side of your neck. he's humming, tapping his fingers against your stomach and although you know he's still 'in the zone', it's much better than being sat on that uncomfortable couch.

it's calming, being cradled by him. the way you sink into his chest is involuntary, head resting on his shoulder just so you're able to nuzzle your face in the crook of your neck. the feeling of your soft lips against his skin is what snaps him out of his musically induced trance. you leave a trail of soft kisses, mixing in a few mind-numbing swipes of your tongue.

one hand resting on the other side of his neck, holding him in place as your mouth moves. he doesn't even have it in him to remind you that he has work to do because your mouth feels so good and he can't keep his mind from wandering to how good it feels in other places.

the hand on your stomach moves on its own accord, gliding down the front of your body until his fingers are finding the skin of your thigh. fingers gripping the flesh underneath them, eyes fluttering as you invite your teeth to the party. you're wiggling above him, ass just barely brushing against his covered cock.

that was the farthest thing from your mind, though, your real focus was spreading your legs apart for the next thing that you wanted from him. free hand reaching for his on your thigh, leading it underneath the hem of your dress until it's completely covering your mound.

“fuck,” he's groaning, fingers making quick work to nudge your panties to the side. he finds your clit instantly, the pads of his fingers rubbing slow circles into it. the breathy moans you let out fan over his ear, urging him on. toying with you until your hips are rolling into his touch, slit growing wetter with each push of his finger.

it's not until you're dripping, squirming underneath his touch does he reach down. the tips of his fingers finding your entrance and slipping in with ease. sharp teeth sinking into the skin of his neck to muffle the whine he knows you want to let out. so wet and warm around his fingers, it's a bummer it's not his dick buried inside of you instead.

this was good enough for now, though. he pushes his way past your walls until his knuckles meet your wetness. the pace he sets is slow at first, allowing you to get yourself together, but the moment you're rolling your tongue onto the fresh bite marks – he's picking up the pace.

pulling a gargled curse from your lips as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. you try, desperately, to keep up, hips rolling and bucking into his palm. “hobi-,” your hand searches for something to grip on, going from his thigh to his wrist to your breast. eyes fighting to stay open as the pleasure washes through your body.

you're panting, chanting for him to keep going, so of course, he slows down. fingers reaching deep inside of you at a much slower pace. he's finding the rough patch of skin deep inside of you, teasing it at first before full-on pressing his fingers into it. you're not truly falling apart until his fingers are reaching down to tug on your clit, in rhythm with the way he presses into your gspot.

“already?” he teases, feeling the way your walls tighten around your fingers. smiling smugly but feigning confusion as if he's not speed rolling you to the edge. “let me have a kiss, baby.” he requests and even though your brain is basically mush, you're able to pull it together enough to press your lips against his.

he licks into your mouth, sucks on your lips, swallows every last one of your whiny moans up until you're pulling back to let out a scream. fingers sped up enough to cause a ripple in your thighs and you feel the snap throughout your entire body. incoherent sentences falling from your lips as your body moves in tandem with his fingers.

although his pace gradually comes to a stop, he's not pulling his fingers out until your whines have turned to soft sighs. head heavy with no choice but to lay it on his shoulder, eyes hooded and a dopey smile on your face. hoseok is craning his neck to get a good look at your face, a grin lighting up his features. “feel good?”

you're not sure you remember how to talk, so you're simply nodding your head. a sleepy giggle leaving your lips as you move your face further into your neck. he says something else, but you can't place what it is or what it means – sleeping taking over your body.

[quillsandtypos]

Who you callin boyband?

Summary: anon requested calling the sunset curve boys a boyband and Luke reacting. Based off of Carlos calling then a boyband in the show.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Pairing: luke patterson x reader

Sorry I'm late to the anon who requested this!

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Their band had sounded amazing, as per usual. When Julie asked you if you could come watch to see if their song felt good enough for their next gig, you happily agreed. Though truthfully, you weren’t certain what she was worried about, they always sounded amazing and of course today was no exception.

“That was amazing you guys!” you chirped.

“Really?” Julie asked uncertainly.

“Definitely, I think that’s actually one of my favorites that you’ve made so far,” you assured her.

“See I told you guys she would like it,” Alex remarked from the back. You could tell from the phantom’s faces that there was a story behind his comment, but you didn’t bother asking.

“What do you guys say to some pizza to celebrate?” Julie suggested.

You agreed but you weren’t entirely certain Julie could even hear you over the boys chanting. Julie finally turned to you after they had quieted down.

“Yeah, I’ll take some,” you laughed.

“Great! I’ll let my Dad know,” she said, as she headed back up to her house. You watched her go, but your attention was soon diverted to the boys.

“You guys have to be the most pizza loving people I’ve ever met,” you teased.

“Then, you clearly have been hanging out with the wrong people,” Reggie commented.

You shrugged, “Maybe so, but you guys and pizza have more chemistry than Luke does on stage.” You took delight in the momentary look of shock on Luke’s face as you took a gulp from your water bottle. You almost thought you had him until the shock turned into a slick smile as his eyes flicked down towards yours.

“Does that mean you’re checking me out y/n?” Luke hinted. You could hear Reggie let out a oooooh in the background, but you choose to ignore it. Luke could recover quickly, you had to acknowledge that.

“Hate to break it to you Patterson, but I’m trying to manage the whole band. Not just you,” you slyly remarked.

His smile became more apparent. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“He’s not wrong,” Alex pointed out. Reggie did finger guns towards him in agreement.

You crossed your arms and desperately hoped they didn’t realize how embarrassed you were. You leaned off the couch slightly and looked over to where Reggie and Alex were sitting. “For your information boyband, I was not checking Luke out,” you scoffed. You hoped they bought it, but that was evidently not the part that Luke was stuck on.

Luke tilted down so his arms rested at his knees, so he would be at your sitting level. “Wait, who are you callin boy band?”

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe the boy band in the room,” you said, as you gestured at them.

Luke crossed his arms too, sporting a pouty smile. “We are not a boy band.”

“You are boys. In a band. How are you not a boy band?” you argued.

“Y/n’s got a point there Luke,” Reggie agreed.

You pointed to him, “See, at least someone who’s logical is here.”

“Hey!” Alex started.

“Not you, that was directed at Luke,” you informed him.

“As you were,” Alex gestured at the two of you.

It wasn’t until you looked back at Luke that you realized your closeness to him. He couldn’t have been more than a foot away from where you sat. You cleared your throat, and you quickly tried to dismiss the thought from your mind.

“So boy band, why did you guys think I wasn’t going to like your new song?” you asked. They all exchanged seemingly panicked looks.

“Well it’s not that we thought you weren’t going to like it,” Alex trailed off.

“But like more of a general standpoint,” Reggie continued.

“Because it’s new,” Luke finished.

You suspiciously looked between the three. “Alright, what are you guys hiding?”

“Hiding? Us? Psssh,” Reggie scoffed. “I mean, it’s not like Luke-” He was cut off by Alex pressing a hand to his mouth.

“It’s not like Luke would’ve known whether you would like the song or not, is what Reggie was saying,” Alex offered as an explanation. The stink eye that the two were giving Reggie would’ve killed him on the spot if he weren’t already dead.

You were about to ask what was so important of a secret that

Reggie needed to be tackled, but Julie walked in.

“Did I just walk in on the middle of something?” she asked.

“Nope, just the boyband and their secrets,” you assured her with a slight smirk.

“Boyband, that’s new, I kinda like it,” Julie added.

Luke turned to head to the side with his mouth slightly agape as you bit down a laugh. “Thank you, that’s what I said.”

Julie was picking up on Luke’s annoyance and decided to play along. “Maybe I can get Flynn to change our name to Julie and the boyband,” she suggested.

“Oh my gosh, wouldn’t that be just perfect!” you exclaimed, being sickly sweet.

“You two are evil,” Luke said, as he threateningly pointed at the two of you.

You delightfully smirked. “What can I say Lukas, it’s my speciality,” you taunted. Reggie’s eyes went wide at the mention of his full name and Julie and Alex exchanged an amused look.

“What was that?” His grin was becoming more predatory by the second. He stood up to look down at you, and you took that as your cue to hop off the couch to face him.

“Did you miss what I said, Lukas?” You made sure to put extra emphasis on his name.

“No, I didn’t sweetheart,” he taunted back. You saw Julie raise her eyebrows from behind Luke’s shoulder. On one hand you hated that nickname but on the other hand you couldn’t tell if the growing heat on your face was from embarrassment of the name or the fact that Luke Patterson was calling you that. But you knew that you couldn’t let him know that.

“Mhmm, no we are not doing that,” you asserted.

He moved his face close enough to talk, you weren’t certain the others could hear him. “Well then don’t call me Lucas,” he bargained.

The words slipped from your mouth before your brain had a chance to realize what you were doing. “Make me,” you insisted.

You wished you could have disappeared in that moment, but alas you were stuck watching this as much as your three other friends were. When you finally opened your eyes to see what horrors you had in store for yourself, you first made eye contact with Julie; she looked rather surprised but almost a tint of impressed. You heard someone behind you clear their throat, and you turned around.

“I think we should go check if the pizza guy is here, right Julie?” Alex suggested.

Julie’s eyes went wide in realization of what was happening. “Right! Yep! You two stay here and hold the fort down!” She told you and Luke before practically sprinting out of the studio. You turned back around to see Reggie still standing there.

Alex quickly poofed back in and grabbed him as he incomprehensibly mumbled something.

Luke turned his attention back to you. “Make me, really y/n? That’s like the best you could come up with,” Luke crossed his arms.

“What would you prefer me to say?” you questioned. Something in Luke’s demeanor broke for a moment. His infamous smirk faltered, revealing something far more vulnerable behind it. “Luke, what are you guys hiding?” The puzzle pieces started to click into place about the day’s practice.

“Do you really want to know?” he timidly asked. You hadn’t seen him as nervous as he was at that moment.

You intently nodded your head.

“The guys were trying to keep it a secret, but I wrote that song myself about someone,” he shyly explained.

“Luke! That’s really cool, I knew there had to be a reason why I liked it so much.” You playfully bumped his hand.

Your response puzzled him. “You don’t want to know who it’s about?”

“Luke, your friends are not very good at keeping secrets,” you laughed.

“Are you serious?” he dumbfoundedly asked.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. “Reggie accidentally told me last week,” you admitted.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Luke muttered, but you could see his lips twitching upwards.

“But he kept my secret, because he didn’t tell you that I like you back.” The last bit of your sentence was slightly mumbled as you tilted your head to the floor in embarrassment.

He softly grabbed your jaw and pulled you back up to his level.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch the last part.” And just like that, his smirk had returned.

You forced yourself to look up into his sparkling hazel eyes. “I like you, a lot, Luke.”

As he heard your words you swore you saw the fire in his eyes grow brighter. “I like you a lot too y/n.” His face was mere milimeters away from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly.

Your eyes flicked from his lips back to his eyes. “Of course Patterson.” The gap closed between the two of you and it was like two worlds collided. His lips were slightly colder than yours as they softly melted into yours. You felt his one hand clutch your cheek softly, as the other held to the back of your neck. Your hands instinctively went to his hair as your kiss developed into something deeper, until the both of you had to swim to the surface for air.

As you caught your breath you realized that there were three very shocked occupants at the studio door.

You saw Reggie and Alex silently hand Julie ten bucks. “So do we have to watch you guys have eye sex still or are we good now?” Julie teased.

“Jules!” you groaned.

“She’s not wrong,” Reggie said as he walked past you.

Luke chuckled at your flustered state, “Yeah, I think we’re good now,” he responded, sending a wink in your direction that you rolled your eyes at.

“Great cause we have pizza!” Alex announced.

“Oh yay!” You were grateful for the attention being taken off of you.

“So does this mean that you were checking me out during rehearsal?” Luke asked, as you took a bite.

You rolled your eyes, but you decided to indulge him. “Yes, Patterson, I was checking you out.”

Alex grimaced. “Ohhh big mistake, he’s gonna hold that overhead for at least a month,” he warned.

You turned to Luke who clicked his tongue and finger gunned towards you in agreement. You resisted the urge to groan at your newest annoyance.

“But you’re stuck with me now,” Luke said with a mouthful.

“Luke, really?” Julie commented.

“Sorry,” he said, with his mouth still full.

You grinned at him, and despite his previous threat, you couldn’t be happier that you were finally stuck with him.

[multistan-kpopwritings]

Manners Make the Man

➟ pairing(s): Jay B & Reader

➟ genre(s): Fluff

➟ word count: 1.3K

➟ warnings: none

Today would have made anyone normal miserable. It was dark, overcast, cold, windy and it was raining just enough to make everything wet. Good thing you weren’t normal.

You opened the doors to your balcony and smiled. You glanced into the sky and saw the dark sky and menacing clouds. A cold wind blew into your apartment as you smiled wider. You closed the doors and locked them behind you. Grabbing your scarf and jacket, you headed out of the door to your favorite café for a hot drink before work.

Most people would have thought you were crazy when you said you loved days like this. You were a romantic person and there was something special you knew about weather like this. This was the weather that made people stay inside with a cozy blanket, a loved one, or heck, even both. This was the weather that encouraged a hot drink, favorite book, and comfortable seat near a window. This was the weather that made you yearn for someone to share that all with.

Two blocks from your apartment you silently kicked yourself for not bringing your umbrella. At first glance you thought it would just be a light drizzle, so needless to say, you were annoyed when it seemed like the sky broke and rain poured down. You carefully ran from awning to awning with your jacket over your head.

You were relieved when you say the café was just across the street. ‘Almost there. Almost there’ you chanted in your head. So close to that hot drink you so desperately deserved now. You saw a young man with an umbrella opening the café door as you were halfway across the street.

“Hold the door please,” you called. “Please, please,” you begged as you picked up the pace. The young man looked in your direction with a look that can only be described as a surprise. No one would have expected someone to run in the rain on a day like this. He stepped to the side and held the door wide open for you. He swept his hand gesturing for you to enter as you neared and bowed to you.

It was at this time you mirrored his previous look of surprise. ‘Wow,’ you thought, he was a gentleman. You rushed in and spun to him, grabbing your jacket as if it were a shirt and you curtsied to him. Heck, you had manners too! You looked up and met his amused eyes. Not only was he a gentleman, but he was also handsome too. You flashed him a smile and turned your attention to the counter.

“Y/N!,” the barista exclaimed, “Have you lost your mind?” She laughed as she handed you a few napkins to try and dry yourself with. “What can I get for you sweetie,” she smiled at you.

“Good morning, Gloria,” you said sweetly. You continued to dry and salvage your makeup. Chewing the inside of your mouth while you studied the menu, distracted you from seeing the handsome young man study you. “Let’s make it a large chai latte,” you ordered, finally making a decision. You handed Gloria the money and made your way to the end of the counter to wait for your drink.

“What about you, honey,” Gloria asked the young man. He blinked a few times and leaned slightly forward. His voice was low and soft.

“I’ve never been here,” he admitted, “What would you recommend?” You were leaning on the counter watching the exchange between the barista and the young man. She was very patient and answered every question he had. Finally, she helped him decide on a drink. “Thank you,” he said softly. He searched his satchel and patted his pants for his wallet. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized to Gloria, “I seem to have left my wallet at home.” He turned to leave when you surprised yourself.

“Wait,” you called out to him. You stepped back to the register where Gloria stood. “I’ll take care of it,” you started, “It’s the least I can do for the gentleman that held the door for me.” You smiled at him quickly and handed the money to Gloria.

“Thank you,” he said to you softly, bowing again. You felt your cheeks flush. Quickly, you returned to waiting for your drink.

“What’s your name, honey,” Gloria asked the man. She grabbed a cup and pen, ready to write his name.

“Oh, um,” he stumbled on his words, “My name is Jae-Beom.” Gloria looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “Sorry,” he laughed, “Jay B is fine.”

Seeing that you still had to wait for your drink, you stepped to the window to check the weather. You were disappointed to see the rain was not nearing a stop. As you stared out of the window, Jay B took the time to admire you again. He found you not only beautiful but kind. Not everyone would take to time to be kind to a stranger. As Jay B studied you, Gloria studied him. He was handsome and kind.

Gloria set two cups on the counter next to Jay B. “Here you go, honey,” she said to him. He turned and looked down at the two cups. He looked at her with slight confusion. She smiled and nodded towards you, turning the cup with your name on it to him. He smiled at her and bowed his head. He took both cups in his hands and walked up to you.

“Excuse me,” he cleared his throat, ‘Y/N?” You were startled by the sound of his voice. You turned to him and smiled. He held out the cup to you, ‘I think this is for you.” You took the cup from him and your fingers brushed his.

“Thank you,” you beamed at him. A blush crossed your cheeks again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” you apologized to him.

“You can call me Jay B,” he smiled back at you. He gestured to the window and looked at the sky. “You weren’t thinking about leaving in this were you,” he questioned. You shrugged bashfully.

“Gotta do what I gotta do,” you laughed. “I work just a few blocks away,” you pointed down the street, “Not to mention, I’m late already.” You raised your cup to him in a mock salute. ”Thanks again.” You turned towards the door, drink in hand. Stepping outside, you stood under the awning and checked the sky again.

Gloria cleared her throat, trying to get Jay B’s attention. He turned to her with a quizzical look. She made a sweeping motion over her head. He squinted at her, not sure what she was doing. With an exasperated sigh, she pointed at his umbrella and then to you. Jay B looked between both her and you. All of a sudden his eyes grew large and he finally realized what she meant. He grabbed the umbrella and rushed out of the door, hoping to catch you before you left.

“I’m sure this umbrella is large enough for two,” Jay B said from behind you. “Can I walk you to work?” You turned and smiled at him. His face was hopeful.

“I’d really like that,” you accepted. He opened the umbrella and positioned it over you both. You stepped closer to his warm body and interlocked your arm in his. "My hero," you laughed, looking up at him.

He smiled and laughed, a blush on his cheeks, "Lead the way m'lady." The two of you made your way from the Cafe under the shared cover from the rain.

Crossing the window that looked into the cafe, Jay B glanced in and saw Gloria. She was leaning on the counter, her head propped in her hand's admiration shining in her eyes as she watched the both of you. Jay B smiled back and winked, mouthing a thank you to the woman inside.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Sleepless

Maxwell Lord x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary:  While Max is away on a business trip, he can’t help but long for his favorite girl.  

A/N:  Wow it’s been months hasn’t it?  Anywho I’m in love with Pedro Pascal now.  I've mostly decided to write what makes me happy for now.  I’ll get to requests eventually.  ALSO:  Maxwell is 100% mouthy constantly.  That man literally never shuts up.  

Warnings:  18+, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, Maxwell with a daddy kink?  duh.

word count:  1,184

You were laying in bed scrolling through countless waves of social media posts when your phone pinged.  What you read ignited something deep inside you.

“What are you wearing?” 

A simple question.  An innocent question if it had been asked by anyone else.  But nothing was ever as innocent as it seemed when it came to Maxwell.  

Maxwell had been gone for nearly a month now.  The two of you would always text throughout the day.  He would call you every single night to make sure you were okay.  Staying on the line til you were asleep.  He was only a few hours away, but the distance was killing both of you.  

“Can’t wait to get home and feel you, honey,” he would breath into the phone.  

“Oh, Max,” you would pull your lower lip between your teeth.  

You stared blankly at the message.  Your cheeks were pink with anticipation.  Neither of you ever did anything like what this was leading to.  It had crossed your mind several times.

“One of your button ups” you replied.  

“And?” 

You felt heat flood over your body.  This made you feel like a teenager.  Texting your boyfriend what you were wearing.  

“Nothing else.”

A simple response that drove Maxwell mad.  

He was laying in his hotel bed.  Shirt and trousers unbuttoned.  His cock pressed firmly against his underwear.  He missed you-God, how he missed you.  Nothing raged him more than leaving you alone while he travelled.  You were on his mind heavily today.  His day had been long and nothing would have made him happier to come home to you.  To hold you.  To feel you.  His mind wondered to your body.  To his hands running down your skin.  The little noises you always make when he touches you.  Heat prickled over all of his skin.  Thoughts were driving him crazy and a question came to his mind.  And when you told him you were only wearing one of his shirts it drove him insane.  

“Oh, baby.”  He responded.  Between your legs grew damp at the text.  

“Do daddy a favor and show me those gorgeous tits of yours.”  

You smiled to yourself.  Biting your thumb, you basically hopped from the bed.  Your feet smacked against the tile floor as you ran across the house.  Flinging the door to the bathroom open, you admired yourself in the mirror.  You unbuttoned the shirt.  Chills danced across your skin.  

Max tapped his hand against his leg while gripping the phone tightly in his other hand.  His clothes suddenly grew extremely tight against him.  The buttons of his shirt were first to go.  The sleeves remaining as the cotton material laid loosely against his sides.  He laid the phone face down and shimmied out of his pants and underwear.  His cock sprung up and against his stomach.  His hand wrapped around his member and he groaned.  This was the first contact he had had with his erect cock in nearly a month.  He never was one to touch himself.  That was something he liked leaving to you.  His phone buzzed.  He swore he had never picked his phone up that quickly.  What he saw was like as if the heavens had sent him a picture.  Your body in the mirror drove him crazy.  He moaned loudly as he began stroking himself absentmindedly.  

You blushed that you had sent him something like that.  You had never done anything like this, not with anyone.  You held your phone against your chest waiting for his response.  The pinging made you jump.  Heat flooded your entire body at what you saw.  Max’s cock in all its glory.  His hand gripped it at the base.  The phrase “See what you do to me” was sent below it.  You rushed back to your bed, leaving the shirt on the tile floor.  You were thinking of a response when Maxwell started calling you.  You hurried to answer.  

“Oh, baby,” his broken voice came through.  

“Hi-Hi, Maxie,” you smiled into the phone.  

“Touch yourself.  I want to hear you do it, sweet girl.”

The heat between your legs was begging to be doused.  Your hand slid down your body, grazing your nipple along the way.  You breathed heavy when your fingers met your clit.  You began rubbing tight circles on the nub.  A broken moan left your lips.  

Music to Maxwell’s ears. 

He began stroking himself a little more aggressively, “Tell daddy how you’re feeling baby.” 

A choked version of his name came out of your jugular.  

“Oh... what I wouldn’t give to have you in my arms right now, honey,” he moaned into the phone.  

You placed two fingers inside yourself and let out a greedy moan.  Maxwell chuckled over the line, “Fingering yourself?  Dirty girl.”  

“It doesn't feel the same when it’s not you, Max,” you bit your lip.  

Max threw his head back with your words, stroking himself relentlessly.  He would have given anything in this moment to have you on top of him.  Worshipping every inch of your form.  The way your body jiggled as he pounded into you.  

Your fingers massaged your insides as you listened to your boyfriend on the other line.  His little grunts and groans lit something inside you.  What you wouldn’t have given to be in bed with him in this moment.  He sounded so desperate.  

“Been thinking about your cock a lot, Maxxie,” you moaned when your fingers swiped over your sweet spot.  

A choked moan left his throat, “Yeah?  Swear I’m gonna fuck you good as soon as I am home.  I promise I’ll be there by the end of the week, okay?  Okay?  Papi swears it.”  

Those words, along with the motions your fingers were making, caused that familiar knot inside you tighten.  

“S-So close, M-Max,” you choked out.  

“I knew you would be a good girl for your daddy.  Now lemme hear it.  Big and loud for ol’ Maxwell,” he smirked.  

You crooked your fingers causing the knot inside you to rip.  You squealed Maxwell’s name loud and proud.  Panting into the phone.  Maxwell was not close behind hearing all those noises you made.  Spilling his load all over his stomach, chanting your name over and over again.  

No words were spoken over the line for a moment.  Just the sound of you both breathing.  

“I love you, Y/N,” Maxwell spoke softly.  

“I love you too, Max,” you smiled.  

“I miss you more than anything,” Maxwell was being soft, “I want to hop on the next flight home.  Want to hold you in my arms.  Kiss you.”  

The smile on your face could not be erased, “You can have every inch of me as soon as you're home, Maxwell.”  

Maxwell’s eyes grew heavy.  The pressure of the day hit his body suddenly.  “Want to,” A yawn came from him, “Want to hold you while I sleep.  Sleepin’ isn’t the same without you beside me.”  

You smiled at your boyfriend’s sleepy voice, “Go to sleep, Maxxie.  I love you.”  

A long pause.

“Love you more, Y/N.  My gorgeous girl.  Love you.  Be home soon.  Goodnight, hermosa.”

~~~

[END]

tags:

@pcrushinnerd @maxlordsgf​

[pokemonswshfics]

Can I request some Piers make out session because I’m trash please

hello, dear !! ^-^ yes you can, i hope you enjoy !! this is kind of nsfw so pls scroll away if you are uncomfortable with it, have a good read everyone! ❤

tw: slight humiliation !

Piers × Reader || Oneshot (Nsfw)

"Piers! Set's almost ready." You walked along the hall that connected a bunch of dressing rooms, heading for your boyfriend's room. He was preparing for a performance that you were helping out with, a show on his short tour around Galar. Team Yell members were everywhere, helping set everything up for his performance as well. His small tours around Galar were always entertaining, you were grateful he took you along on them.

"Come in." Piers spoke, sounding muffled by the door between you. You took out the key to his room and opened the door, entered and shut the door behind you with a grin.

And immediately got flustered.

Piers stood, shirtless, with his arms crossed facing the doorway. He was leaning against the counter part of a vanity in his dressing room.

"P-Put on your shirt!", You rolled your eyes and walked up to him, grabbing his black button up shirt that was hanging on a rack nearby. You held it out to him, and tried to not look. You two were in an established relationship but Piers still managed to make you shy effortlessly.

But how could he not?

He looked just that good. Piers was lean, and still managed to look toned and muscular. His milky white skin almost shone beneath the vanity light, the mischievous smirk on his face topped it all off.

"Hey, kitty. Was hoping you'd be the one to come get me.", He said quietly while you huffed and put up both his arms a little, to put his shirt on. Piers could easily do it himself, but you liked it. It was an excuse to have him close.

Once the shirt was on, the only thing stopping him from being fully clothed were the buttons. You stepped a bit closer to have a better look, and slowly buttoned upwards with your hands brushing against his skin often.

Once you only needed two more, his hands went to suddenly grab your wrists in front of him.

"O-Oh-"

"You look so cute blushin'.", He grinned and moved one of his hands to your chin, pointing it upwards to look in his eyes. You held back a shy smile.

"You look and sound cuter when you're moaning my name though."

Your eyes widened, and you felt the blush on your cheeks darken immediately. You rolled your eyes and playfully huffed. "You have to get ready for the stage, Piers." After you finished speaking, you backed up from him and crossed your arms.

He chuckled and took a step to you now, beginning to back you up near a couch in the room.

"I am ready.. just wanted some time with you. Is that a crime or somethin'?" He grinned and in a swift movement, grabbed your wrists again, sat on the couch, and pulled you towards him.

Your face was only an inch or so away from his, and you were hunched a little. He held your wrists closely to his chest and raised an eyebrow, now grinning a bit.

"Let's have some fun, sit down."

That was the only warning Piers gave before he practically yanked you onto his lap. His hands left your wrists, instantly going behind you to your lower back. He grinned as you got comfortable in the straddle position he had you in, on top of him.

"Ughh.. you'll get going after this, right?", You put your hands on his slightly exposed chest as you felt him pull you closer to him, pressing your bodies together. The gesture made you try to suppress a dark shade on your cheeks, as well as hold back a smile.

"Course I will."

As soon as the words left Piers' mouth, his lips crashed to yours in a passionate kiss which you quickly returned. Your eyes closed as your hands moved from his chest to wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair gently.

"I wanted to get to set early today.. really. I just couldn't get your cute little face out of my head.", Piers whispered lowly against your lips, before playfully tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

The action made you whimper and your hands went to slightly grip the back of his shirt, now opening your eyes. You were met with Piers, who had half lidded eyes, which were lust filled.

He grinned, your lip still between his teeth. He finally let go and pecked it, moving his pecks to your cheek and jaw.

"Mm..", You hummed as he moved to your neck, licking a long stripe downwards that made you shut your eyes tightly and tilt your chin up.

Then you felt the hand on your lower back come down harshly onto your rear.

"A-Ah!", You gasped out, feeling him immediately squeeze what he smacked. "P-Piers, not too loud..". You could feel him smile against your neck.

"Uh huh. Sorry, kitty. Just too tempting.", He began to kiss on your neck rather sloppily, his teeth grazing the skin. His hands continued gripping your rear, which made you shiver. Your hands went back up to his hair to run your fingers through it.

You felt his mouth suddenly latch onto the skin of your throat, and he began to suck rather harshly. His hands trailed up to the sides of your hips and rested there. You let out a soft moan at what he was doing on your neck while you felt a mark form.

"Stay quiet for me, okay?", Piers whispered and pressed you down on him, moving your hips back and forth slightly. You blushed again as you began to follow along with his rhythm, feeling

"Mhm..", You whimpered out, now biting your lip. You grinded down onto him and bit harder, as you felt his hands grip onto your hips. You were sure there might be a bruise, but you were too focused on him to care.

Piers suddenly bit down onto the side of your throat, licking the mark right after. It made you shiver and shut your eyes, quietly pleading for more.

"Does my little kitty want more?"

"Y-yes!"

"You sound like you want me so badly, and I can feel it too..", Piers whispered against you and moved one of his hands to your crotch, his fingers dipping into your waistband teasingly. You were still grinding against his clothed erection, almost desperately at this point.

"Please just do something- a-anything..", You shyly said, your blush returning once more. His dragged his tongue on your skin upwards until it reached your cheek again. He kissed it before pulling away and leaning back against the couch, looking straight into your eyes. The smirk on his face made you even more flustered, and you waited silently. You could tell you probably looked like a mess. A needy mess. Needy for him.

Without warning, Piers brought the hand on your waistband up to your throat and brought your face to his. He grinned with lidded eyes, making you gulp. The grip on your throat made you admittedly more turned on, and your lip slightly shook.

"You wanna know what I'm gonna do, kitty?", He said lowly and arched a brow. Right after he finished speaking, he kissed you. Your lips kissed back quickly, craving him. All of Piers, you needed anything and everything he had to offer. You could feel your lips beginning to look swollen against his, the kiss only getting rougher with the few seconds.

"Mhm!", You hummed against him excitedly, his grip on your throat tightened a little.

Finally, with one last swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip, he replied.

"I'm gonna leave you like this."

Piers snickered and pulled away with a smile. It took you a moment to register what he said, the blank look on your face made it obvious to him that it wasn't what you were expecting.

"What?"

"I'm gonna leave you like this, doll. Got a show I need to do, but afterwards..", Piers gave you one final peck before gently moving his hands to your waist, picking you up and placing you next to him on the couch seats. "You're all mine."

The blush on your face darkened as he stood. He faced the vanity and fixed a few stray hairs then looked down to his jeans.

"I feel it.. Giving me a hard on before the show? You'll pay for that later.", Piers snickered and buttoned the last few buttons on his shirt.

Your flustered emotions already turned to frustration. It was obvious to Piers who only smirked at your playful frown.

"You can't leave me like this!", You whined and stood as well, rolling your eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm doing. Come on. I want you watching.", He replied calmly and placed his hands on your shoulders before kissing your forehead.

You held back a smile at his gesture before hearing chants of Piers' name, coming from the stage's direction. He heard it too, and he looked to the door. You smiled a little at the sound, the admiration for Piers. Everytime small moments like this occured, knowing how admired he was, you couldn't help but feel lucky to have him.

"Come on. They want Piers.", You sighed with a smile and walked to the door, unlocking the door with your key. You opened it and stepped out, facing away from him.

"They aren't the only ones!"

You could hear the grin in his voice as he stepped out beside you, landed a quick and light smack to your rear before he headed swiftly to where he needed to go, immediately swarmed by Team Yell members.

You scoffed at his smack before rolling your eyes again. You turned back to the door and shut it, locking it behind you.

With a smile, you walked to where you were going to see his performance, the lights of the stage already visible. The crowd only grew louder and louder with each step you took, your smile widening as you continued.

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