#he was so sparkly and moon i had to get him first

[mkhaekho]

first artfight attack!! :)

character is by maru_xian on twitter :p

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Picture Perfect

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!photographer!reader

summary: logan’s girl travels with him as his personal photographer

a/n: I’m still working on the next Lando piece but I was out watching the northern lights last night and this one pretty much wrote itself

a/n: also and as usual I’m throwing timelines and official schedules and actual facts of races in the garbage. Living my best delulu life where Logan got the actual chance he deserved

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305girl: my boy, my boy, my boy how I love you so…congrats on your first f1 race baby!! Despite everything you did so well today 🩵🩵🩵

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user1: that’s our American racer!!

↳user2: you did good today Logan!

oscarpiastri: first race down 👊🏻🧡 many more to go!

↳logansargeant: congrats osc! 🩵 we did it!

↳305girl: my racer boys!! You’re officially formula racers 💚💚

↳oscarpiastri: good to have you here for this — maybe you’ll get some photos of me next time

↳logansargeant: nope! Contractually only able to take my photos

↳oscarpiastri: seriously?

↳305girl: yup

↳user3: this is the best thing ever

user4: 🙋🏾‍♀️ new American fan - who is 305girl? Help?

↳user5: haha 🤣 she’s Logan’s girlfriend! They’ve been together for years - childhood friends I think!

↳305girl: correcto! Best friends since I threw down against some bullies for him

↳logansargeant: my knight in a sparkly pink skirt and mud stained tights

↳305girl: you know it!

↳user4: oh my god that’s adorable

alex_albon: congratulations on your first race Logan!

↳logansargeant: thanks Alex! Can’t wait for more

↳alex_albon: absolutely! We’ll come back stronger next time

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305girl: my boy looks so good in red I had to continue the theme featuring Paris and my darkroom

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user5: oh my god 😍🥵❤️ red is definitely his color

user6: Paris looks good on Logan!

↳305girl: you know it!

oscarpiastri: taking notes…📝

↳logansargeant: of what? My best colors?

↳lilyzneimer: 🤨 oh?

↳oscarpiastri: umm…🏃🏻‍♂️💨

↳305girl: let’s leave the boys to it, shall we?

↳lilyzneimer: let’s

↳logansargeant: hey!!

↳oscarpiastri: what??

user7: ok but where did you get the darkroom from?

↳305girl: it’s in our apartment in England! It was just a short trip to Paris during the break

↳user7: that makes so much more sense then what I was thinking

↳user8: …did you think that she just set up a dark room in a Paris hotel room?

↳user7: leave me alone!!

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logansargeant: when the artist becomes the subject…thank you Miami! You were good to me this weekend! And a big thank you to my girl — I love you

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user9: somehow this post called me single in about 100 different ways

↳user10: same! 😭

↳user11: proof that if he wanted to, he would

305girl: my handsome man…I love you too! But when did you take these?

↳logansargeant: I’m a man of many talents!

↳305girl: evidently! I guess I’ll have to let you be behind the camera more often

↳logansargeant: only if you’re the subject 🩵

↳305girl: 🥹💚🥰

user12: congrats Logan! That’s our American points scorer!

↳user13: red white and blue baby!!

↳user14: woohoo!

alex_albon: show them how it’s done Logan! Congrats!

↳logansargeant: congrats to you too! Thank you

↳user15: Our Williams boys!

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305girl: when in Rome (New York)…pizza is a must! And thank you Logan for your patience (and eventually your sweatshirt) while I got that lovely shot of the moon

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user16: I don’t know who to be more jealous of…305girl for being his girlfriend or Logan for having her as a girlfriend…

↳user17: the bi answer is both

↳user18: the ace answer is him cause that pizza looks supremely good right now

↳user16: 🤣🤣

logansargeant: oh I know that all of “my” sweatshirts are just on loan till they smell like me

↳305girl: you know it!

↳lilyzneimer: that’s a good answer!

↳oscarpiastri: …I’ll pack some of mine up for you

↳lilyzneimer: thank you!

user19: you guys are so cute together!

↳user20: they are!!

↳305girl: thank you! We’ve been together for nearly 7 years now

↳user20: oh my god! So long?

↳305girl: well…I had such a crush on him I talked my parents into letting me move to England with him so…

↳logansargeant: awwww…you had a crush on me?

↳305girl: obviously babe

↳logansargeant: enough to move to England?

↳305girl: I’ll go anywhere you go

↳logansargeant: 🥹🥹🥹

alex_albon: I don’t think pizza is an approved part of our diet plan…

↳logansargeant: shhh…don’t tell anyone

↳305girl: don’t worry alex_albon. I got him to work it off

↳alex_albon: really? In my comment thread?

↳305girl: don’t even 😂🙄

↳logansargeant: she made me carry ALL of her camera equipment

↳305girl: boyfriend privileges!

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305girl: oh to be back on British soil…Silverstone? Done ✅ A round of golf with 2 pros and their boyfriends? Done and done ✅

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lilymhe: it was so good to catch up with you!

↳305girl: it was! I’ve missed you in the paddock

↳lilymhe: 😓😓 don’t worry! This just in, I’m gonna abandon everything just to travel with you

↳alex_albon: ummm?

↳logansargeant: ummm?

↳lilymhe: i said what i said!

↳305girl: best day of my life!!

landonorris: you muppets!! Where was my invite??

↳alex_albon: must have got lost in the mail

↳305girl: didn’t even send it

↳landonorris: 😨

↳305girl: you stole Oscar from us! So we’re taking Alex from you

↳landonorris: no! You can’t do that!

↳oscarpiastri: so we’re not friends and not hanging out later?

↳landonorris: no! We absolutely are!

↳alex_albon: does our friendship mean nothing to you then?

↳landonorris: i give up

user21: girl are you just not gonna mention the absolute dressing down that you gave James?

↳305girl: I’ve been Logan’s biggest defender since we were 7. That’s not gonna change now

↳user22: girl he was running for his life

↳305girl: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ not my problem

user23: ok but who won

↳lilymhe: me

↳alex_albon: me

↳305girl: me

↳logansargeant: definitely NOT me (or Alex let’s be real)

↳alex_albon: mate…

↳logansargeant: I’m not gonna lie on the internet

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305girl: are the stars in my eyes 🤩🤩 cause of Logan or that night sky? The world may never know…(it’s Logan! He won me a giant Pikachu at the arcade 🥰🥰🥰)

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user24: oh to have a boyfriend that would fly you around the world and win you giant Pikachus…

↳user25: water is wet. Fork found in kitchen. Me sleeping on the highway tonight!

logansargeant: 😊😊😊 anything for my girl

↳305girl: awwwww thank you baby

oscarpiastri: the real question is how long it took him though

↳305girl: not long at all! he is shockingly good at skeeball

↳logansargeant: shockingly?

↳305girl: babe I’ve taken you bowling before

↳logansargeant: not another word!

↳305girl: 🤭🤭🤭

alex_albon: logansargeant you’ve never won me a giant Pikachu

↳lilymhe: funny I was gonna say the same towards you!

↳alex_albon: 😑😑

↳logansargeant: sorry! Only the loml gets that privilege

↳305girl: 🥺🥰

user26: ok but are we gonna talk about how good this girl is at photography?? Like I came for Logan but damn im staying for her

↳user27: finally!! Like I love her Logan posts but literally everything else on her page is 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

↳305girl: thank you!!

↳user27: I’m gonna need a 30 page PowerPoint and an entire YouTube series on how you do it

↳305girl: on it! 🫡🫡

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305girl: Logan…this year has been insane in the best way possible. It has been a dream come true to watch you achieve your dream and to have the chance to be by your side for all of it? I have no words on how special it was for me. Congrats baby! This year was only the start of a long and successful career for you 😘💋💚💚

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logansargeant: babe…

logansargeant: I can’t find the words on what it means to me that you’ve been by my side this year. I don’t think I would have done as good as I did if I didn’t have your unwavering support and love. It’s been a long and sometimes difficult year but it was made infinitely easier knowing that yours would be the first and last face I see everyday. I know it was selfish of me to drag you through this rough schedule across the globe but I am so extremely grateful that you said yes when I asked. I love you

↳305girl: oh baby💚💚💚

↳305girl: believe me when I say there is NOWHERE I’d rather be than right next to you.

↳305girl: and let me tell you something — there’s only one other question you could ask me that would have gotten a quicker yes than when I agreed to follow you around the world

oscarpiastri: Congratulations! We did it Logan! One down and many to go!

↳logansargeant: that we did! Couldn’t ask for a better guy to do it with either

alex_albon: it’s been a fun year! Now let’s go rest and recharge cause next year is gonna be ours!

↳305girl: yes it is!!

↳logansargeant: couldn’t have said it better myself!

[gemini-atz]

Seonghwa as your Boyfriend₊˚⊹♡

('Realistic Imagines' + Astrology Based)

Background/Disclaimer: !!This is all my own interpretation based on my personal astrology knowledge and research. I consider myself an amateur!!

✩Gemini Notes✩ IDK what happened but I ended up getting really into writing the NSFW part of this and it got long so I'm making a part 2 for it which I'll post tomorrow night! I'll create a link at the end of this post and in my Astrology Series Pinned post. If you'd like a tag please comment!

SEONGHWA SUN Aries MOON Cancer MERCURY Aries VENUS Aquarius MARS Aries

Dating Seonghwa is pretty much like being with your best friend. He's such a caretaker and protector in your life almost from the moment he enters it. You guys probably had a base of friendship for a bit before you started dating, and it would have probably (definitely) been you crushing on Seonghwa hard first before he even notices his own feelings for you.

Aquarius Venus and really anyone with their Venus in an Air sign tend to seek intellectual or stimulating connections with people before falling romantically. For Seonghwa his partner should be someone he also considers a close friend. He'd be like the guy you'd meet in your second year of college in class because you were put in a group for an assignment and of COURSE you two turned out to be the only two that even gave a shit and tried. Showing a sincere interest in his hobbies or likes would really endear him to you, and he would try to return the favor by getting into yours. For Seonghwa, a comfortable kind of friends to lovers thing is ideal. He loves spending quality time with you but his idea of quality time is very much giving parallel play, where you both do your own thing in the same room, maybe listening to a playlist you made together. With his three Aries placements, he has the potential to have a really explosive temper. It's a little diminished by his Moon in Cancer but he's probably the type of guy who holds in all his annoyances until he can just get them out at the end of the day either through his hobbies or physical activity. Basically, he likes to keep his mind focused and his hands busy. Air Venus signs can come off as aloof occasionally to other passionate signs who literally want to be with you all the time. He's the kind of boyfriend that will give you some space if you need it, because he'll need it too. You'll be soooo tempted to go an interrupt him when he's focused on his Legos because he's just so beautiful and cute when he's focusing but the thing he loves about you is how much understanding you always give him; its all you can do to just kiss his forehead and go to read a book while laying on the couch. Eventually he'd come over to you, bouncy and energized and flop onto the couch, wiggling up to rest his face into your chest and wrapping warm, solid arms around you. "Can I show you the set I just built?" He'd ask, and of course you say yes! His eyes get so sparkly while he shows it off to you, smiling so proudly at your reactions. If you're a person who loves being spontaneous or adventurous with your plans, having Seonghwa as your boyfriend means you two will genuinely have a lot of fun together. He's the boyfriend that wants genuinely does want to go to art museums and fashion archive exhibits with you, and you guys can chat excitably about your opinions of different works, be it games, anime, fashion or music. As a couple, you are always ready to try something new and probably always have weekend plans.

As a Cancer Moon Seonghwa might gravitate toward the caretaker role in your relationship and tends to anticipate your own needs before you do, just doing little actions to look after you, like preparing your coffee or tea in the morning while you rush around getting ready for work. He isn't super big on PDA, maybe holding hands in public is as much as he's comfortable with but once you're alone....he's your personal giant teddy bear. So many hugs, so many cuddle sessions where you both play on your Switches and pause occasionally to show each other something cool or cute in your game.

You'll end up thinking its funny that some people have the impression your boyfriend is quiet or shy; If he's not saying anything, he just might not be interested in the conversation. Once you get him talking about his interests he's a certified YAPPER. And, surprisingly one of the most stubborn people you have ever met. Like, good luck feeling like you can ever "win" an argument. With both a Sun and Mars in Aries, Seonghwa feels like he can give you energy just from being near him. Aries men tend to have a lot of physical stamina and can push themselves pretty far in that aspect.

Which brings me to my next point......

NSFW

I see Seonghwa as someone who eventually gets into orgasm denial on his partner because of just how long he can go for. That Aries stamina feels like he's the type who can cum and be ready to go again faster than you were expecting.

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[izuke-the-zombie]

This is a little head cannon/What if Macaque had more original powers, a little more Starry Night dreamlike powers leaning into the more nurturing kind, you know, the moon and sun kind of powers? 🌙☀️

 

Maybe in the past, he was like a therapy friend to Wukong, someone he could really be himself with, vent, and tell his secrets without being judged in the safety of his own dreams. Someone he can truly trust, and that was Macaque.

Skip to Redemption Ark for Mac

Now he's a therapy friend to the whole MK team! (Against his will) They cuddle, pet, and vent to him with their problems. He's like one of Sandy's therapy cats, just bigger and grumpier.😾💕✨ he just has this way with people I guess

Okay, this is how it starts: Macaque and Wukong's first encounter was in a dream.

Wukong would not shut up about the pretty demon in his crazy dreams, often to his sworn brothers; he talked about all the fun and crazy adventures he'd have, the long meaningful conversations and jokes, and the occasionally moving pictures of otherworldly strong magical humans with sparkly eyes and spiky hair who wield giant weapons that shoots Fire called anime, and that this had been going on for a few months now.

This annoyed and concerned them; they think it's a demon trying to take over the Monkey King's mind or trying to brainwash him somehow, so Azure Lion and the Sworn Brothers all brainstormed together to devise a plan to somehow confront this tricky dream demon. Wukong doesn't want the fun dreams to end or scare off this other celestial monkey, so he decides to talk to his friend in his dreams. Wukong casually brings up the idea that the macaque should visit Flower Fruit and meet his sworn brothers! Macaque of course hesitates, not sure of the idea of traveling to an unknown island and meeting The Monkey King's questionable choice of sworn brothers, but of course, Wukong, sad and a bit offended, but he doesn't give up.

He decides to bring upon the Ultimate Weapon, begging and whining until Macaque crumbles and gives in, which eventually does. Mac reluctantly agrees to travel over to FFM in disguise, just to be safe he tells Wukong he'll be there. Within a month, Wukong couldn't be more excited; he was like a little kid waiting for Christmas day!

So this is what kinds of powers I think he should have.

😴 the first pic is crossing over to other people's dreams and making their experience life-like he has illusion magic so this makes sense to me. Wukong and macaque would prank the Brotherhood or play tags and hide and seek in their brother's dreams. 🌸The second pic is the soothing ability to calm one's nerves if they pet or cuddle him like a therapy cat,🐈 Wukong would groom him for hours to calm his nerves. now come copes with food🍑🍔🍭

🌸🎶I saved the best one for last the cute/sad little head Cannon I have

At the end of every dream Mac visits they would end it by dancing to music Mac would bring from the future laughing and stumbling while wukong slowly wakes up, wukong has always gone to bed early But now he goes even earlier to bed. Wukong always thought he was the luckiest monkey in the world he gets to have two Adventure and one of them is with his prettiest best friend Macaque 😚✨the monkey of his dreams.

🌸 Wukong couldn't truly dream of a world without his bestest friend🥰✨

[celestie0]

Some headcanons about Kickoff college!Gojo, please!

hellooo my love i’m so sorry this took me a while i wanted to post ch9 first!

kickoff!gojo headcanons pt.1 unserious & fluffy edition lol

ᰔ these headcanons are based off of my fanfic “kickoff” which is about popular frat boy soccer college athlete gojo lol & there are spoilers below ᰔ for my kickoff readers: most of these are so unserious and/or fluffy (not rly much nsfw) hope u enjoy!!

kickoff!gojo who almost got arrested once for running away from the cops. he wasn’t even in trouble for anything they just started chasing him bc he started running 😭

kickoff!gojo whose primary love language is physical touch and so all of the times he’s had to NOT touch you has driven him absolutely fuckin nuts. positively BONKERS he’s practically been lobotomized by the restraint he’s had to exercise to not touch you

kickoff!gojo whose frat once hosted a date auction to raise money for rush and gojo singlehandedly raised $20k in one night from the bidding bachelorettes (and bachelors)🧍🏻‍♀️he has yet to go on all of those dates he owes them 😅 he runs away anytime his frat president tries to bring it up LOL

kickoff!gojo who is actually a pretty decent student, i mean he’s a business major so womp womp ofc he’s getting by just fine. i think his favorite class he’s ever taken was freshman year econ bc him and todo got into sm shit in that class and it's some of his fondest memories

kickoff!gojo who was literally picturing a life with you on the italian countryside when you were telling him about it. self inserted to the MAX

kickoff!gojo who is always the first to like all of your film photography slideshows on instagram because he has your post notifs on :”) you and messi are the only ppl he’s got post notifs on for 🤣

kickoff!gojo who thought he would be okay with watching your life from afar, through small pictures on his phone, but the thought devastated him more n more w every waking minute

kickoff!gojo who realized that having you wrapped in his arms at the end of ch9 was the closest thing he’s felt to peace since before the night his father passed away

kickoff!gojo who hasn’t really kept too much memoribilia of his father since a lot of the memories are painful for him, but he’s kept that old soccer ball w his dad’s signature n word of love for his mom on it

kickoff!gojo who wouldnt have been able to get through the trauma of losing his father if suguru wasn’t there by his side. he would’ve really lost himself, and would’ve given up on soccer if not for suguru's support. he's truly really grateful for him

kickoff!gojo who knows what his sun, moon & rising signs are because he’s been ran through 🙄 smh. WHORE

kickoff!gojo who plays for charity soccer tournaments on the weekends whenever he can 🫶🏼💕 he loves it bc there’s less pressure to play super well & also he loves getting to meet the people that the events are helping out

kickoff!gojo who has a massive sex drive (he got that athlete testosterone 😔🤚🏼) esp around someone he genuinely likes AHEM YOU so beware that if you start dating him he’s gonna beg you to put it on him at least 15 times a day and you’ll have to reject him 13.5 times

kickoff!gojo who is not ready to be a father at ALL at this point in his life but he’s thought ab how nice it would be to teach his kids how to play soccer someday :”) he’s givin me girl dad vibes tho, and you just KNOW he’s gonna be cheering on his lil girls when they’re tearing through the little league w their sparkly princess tiaras & tutus on 😤 he’d be the little league coach for sure LMAO

also little league coach!gojo would 100% promise to let the kiddos shave his head if they win the championship game 😭 i can just imagine you yelling at him when he randomly comes home bald one day

kickoff!nanami&choso&suguru who would be such protective soccer uncles to yours and gojo's duaghters. not a single boy would ever get NEAR those girls i'm telling youuu. pls pray for them haha

kickoff!gojo who figured out you were mina’s roommate through a little bit of facebook stalking. and yes, he scrolled all the way down to your embarrassing middle school photos. and yes, he still likes you despite seeing them. more, even, when he thinks about it. also, he’s pissed you had a digimon themed 9th birthday party and you didn’t invite him 😒 what’s up w that

kickoff!gojo & kickoff!choso who once illegally played an off-season tourney abroad in spain for a lump sum lmfaoo and it was a pretty decent cut of cash. but shhhh dont tell the NCAA ab that pls or else they’re fucked 💀

this is all i could think of rn haha thank you anon for the ask and hope you enjoyed them <333

[evolnoomym]

Make Daddy Proud 🦂

Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: You don’t necessarily like your Mothers new beefy Husband, he tries and tries. To no avail, you just won’t warm up to him. When his patience reaches an end things finally get interesting.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, Moon is not a name necessarily but more a nickname, age-gap, ages are unspecified, cheating, infidelity, alcohol consumption, smoking, reader is mean, dubcon, Daddy Kink, reader has a pussy, sex toy, wet humping (?) 😅, cum, squirting, Sunny appearance, reader kinda shames Joel,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: this is for @beefrobeefcal ‘s Married Joel Sits On You Challenge. I hope you enjoy Beef, I love you 🦂🤎😏😏😏

Shoutout to @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🤎

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. I appreciate reblogs, comments and likes greatly 🫶🏻

Your Mother started dating Joel when you were 17, within a year they decided that the two of you would be moving into Joel’s house. Their relationship had an astonishing pace, it made you sick, you should’ve felt happy for her but you couldn’t bring yourself to get used to the idea of having a stepdad again.

Admittedly he was much nicer than the previous one. Joel was really trying to make it easier on you, but he realized quickly that you were not gonna just eat out of his hand like your mother did.

One time over dinner he decided to jokingly offer that you could call him Dad and you were not amused at all.

“You know Moon ya don’t have to call me Joel, could just call me Dad, huh? How bout that.” He gave you a happy and warm smile. He looked genuinely excited.

“No fucking way, Joel, thank you but you are not my Dad and you’ll never be. You are just you.” The response came out in a harsh and cold way, to clearly let him know that you weren’t up for it.

The rest of the dinner was filled by an uncomfortable silence and Joel never tried asking you again.

A couple months later, he caught you smoking out on the patio. He had planned to drink one of his beers in secret. He kept them hidden in his wood carving room, since your mother disapproved of the bitter sparkly liquid.

As soon as he slid the door open he got hit by the smell of burning tobacco. You were leaning on the railing, staring up at the sky, taking slow drags of the glimmering cigarette, clouds of smoke surrounded you and Joel couldn’t help himself from taking in your bend over form. The curve of your ass, your thighs and all the way down to your bare feet. Joel would never admit it but your distanced act pulled him in more and more.

You knew he was right behind you, staring, you could feel his eyes tracing you up and down. Perhaps you arched your back a little more than necessary to show off for him. Give him a show. Have something you could hold above his head if need be.

After he’d gotten closer he stopped right next to you and started quietly sipping his beer. At some point he held out his beer towards you and in exchange you offered him a cigarette. You both knew that this would be your shared little secret, with many more to come, big secrets.

Joel thought he made some progress that night, but you continued to treat him just like before.

Then the day came where Joel decided to get down on one knee and asked your mother to marry him, right in front of you.

You didn’t think it would be possible to dislike him even more. Why would he want to marry your mother? Why did he have to weasel his way into your life? Why did he have to look so good? Why was all of this happening?

The wedding was quickly planned, nothing too fancy, just the closest people invited, which sadly included you too.

On all the wedding-photos that were taken you looked disgusted and appalled by the reality of your situation. Your mother tried to reprimand you for pulling all these faces but you were not gonna pretend to enjoy any bit of the show they put on.

Joel obviously recognized some changes in your behavior after the wedding, but instead of getting better, it got worse. You didn’t even try to hide your disdain anymore. Purposely bumping into him, ignoring when he spoke to you and if looks could’ve kill he’d be dead long ago.

But there’s something else in the way you glared at him, a glimmer of something undetectable and it scared him to not know what went through your head. You could’ve been plotting his downfall and unlike the rest of the family, Joel didn’t wanna make the mistake of underestimating you.

Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all like a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. Something you took advantage of, resorting to a childish approach of shaming his beefy form. Calling him out for his large portions, laughing loudly when you could hear him from the master bedroom complaining about his clothes not fitting properly anymore. He could feel your eyes tracking his every move, he felt like prey being watched before getting attacked, all of it happening in his own home.

Joel decided he wanted to make one last attempt to persuade you to accept his presence at least somewhat. You didn’t have to be his Bestfriend, but at least get along with him.

He had organized a spa weekend get away for your mother, so the two of you could spend some uninterrupted bonding time together. Maybe without your Mother you’d feel more comfortable opening up to him.

As usual you started the day by scowling at every move he made, even when you sat on the passenger side of Joel’s car while he drove you to the local aquarium you stared holes into the side of his head.

Even though you were afraid of deep waters he learned quickly that you loved sharks and have always wanted to go to an aquarium. Your mother however never really cared much for that wish, so Joel thought this is how he’d get you on his side.

Instead of having a pleasant conversation with you, he was punished with icy silence. He pathetically trailed behind you in the 2 hours it took to see everything the aquarium had to offer. You didn’t even thank him afterwards but he tried to chalk it up to you maybe having a bad night.

Joel hoped that perhaps him taking you to Kiki’s Nail’s, a very highly respected nail salon, would make you happy but more than a little smile was not in it.

Kiki generously offered that he could sit next to you, to watch what she does on your nails, but you quickly declined.

She also mistook you for his wife, which had you cackling loudly, purposefully embarrassing Joel and implying that he could never land a woman like you.

He got more and more upset, especially seeing you interact so excitedly and animatedly with Kiki. He didn’t understand what he had to do so he could get the same enthusiasm for himself. It pissed him off quite frankly.

When you stood next to him at the cash register you didn’t even blink an eye at 140$ your manicure cost Joel. You even went as far as to laugh at him for getting choked up by the amount of money he had to spend.

At least you seemed to really love the design Kiki did. A little victory he counted for himself.

When you got home, he told you to settle on the couch and relax, all while he was in the kitchen preparing his famous Miller tacos. Your mother told him behind your back that you liked them very much, but of course you’d never admit it to his face.

Even though Joel knew you probably just acted as if you didn’t enjoy them, the lackluster response soured his mood further. It hit rock bottom when you left him to deal with the dishes and ignored the fact he bought your favorite movie to watch with you.

After he had gotten done with cleaning up, he decided to indulge on some of his hidden whiskey. He pours himself a glass and sits down on the couch. Joel feels beyond frustrated by everything that went wrong today.

He spends 30 mins just slowly sipping on his whiskey, all while trying to figure out what to do next. The alcohol in his system makes the ever present Texas heat appear much stronger, so without thinking he pulls his sleeping shirt over his head.

Now only clad in his cotton pajama shorts and with alcohol cursing through his system, Joel impulsively decides he might have to take the route of having a serious talk with you about the ever pending attitude.

Joel stomps up the stairs, thinking you would hear it which makes him not even bother to knock, no, he practically throws himself against the door.

He should’ve expected to be greeted by immediate screaming.

“Joel what the hell?? Get the fuck out of my room!!”

“Noooo…no you shut up lil missy, ‘ve had enough of ya pissy attitude.”

“Get out,” And when he doesn’t react you continue “Are you deaf, old man, do I need to spell it out?? Fuck off.”

If Joel would’ve been less drunk he might have caught the panicked and out of breath way in which you spoke.

He starts shaking his head as he approaches your bedside.

“You know I’ve had enough of you, I tried all damn day to make ya happy. Ya didn’t show me an ounce of respect,” he comes to a stop beside your bed “ what is your goddamn problem, huh?”

You could say something to de-escalate the situation but that would be so unlike you.

“Fuck you, Joel.”

In Joel’s head a switch flips, within a split second he swings his leg over you and as he sits down on your hips the healthy swell of his tummy rubs up against you.

A shiver runs up your spine and you let out a sigh.

“W..wha- what are you doing Joel?”

He looks feral, like an animal ready to pounce on you any moment.

“Teaching ya a much needed lesson, sweet girl.”

His big warm, calloused hands engulf your wrists and pin them to the mattress beside your head.

Out of the corner of his eyes Joel sees something purple, he looks towards your nightstand and there it is. A purple silicone cock shaped vibrator, it looks glossy, covered in slick.

You can see the wheels turning in his head and when he seems to have come to some sorta conclusion his features light up.

His head turns back to you.

“Oh babygirl, ya naughty lil thing. You’ve been playin’ with yourself? Been in a bad mood all day long cuz that needy little pussy needed some attention,huh?”

Instead of answering your eyes wander down his bare chest.

“Where’s your shirt Joel?”

“Ya got a problem, baby?”

Your cheeks are heating up and you start nibbling on your lower lip while still staring.

“Ya like what you see sweet girl?”

He lets go of one wrist and tilts your chin up with two fingers.

You nod.

“Nah, use your voice babygirl. Come on ya know what I want to hear.”

“Yes Daddy.”

He grunts deeply.

“Atta Girl.”

Now both his hands slip beneath your lower back and he sits up while pulling you with him.

You go from being pinned beneath him, to sitting on top of his lower gut.

Your hands are splayed on his chest, probing yourself up.

His hands go to your hips, instantly squeezing and kneading.

“Oh baby, she’s leaking, dripping all over me. That lil pussy is so sloppy.”

With that his hands momentarily slip lower to pull his shorts down, at least so much that his cock can be freed. One of his hands goes back to your hips, while the other comes up to your mouth.

“Spit.”

And you do. Letting a decent amount drop into the palm of his hand and then it disappears behind you. At the squelching noises you're able to detach that he is touching himself.

“Start rubbing that cunt on me. Make yourself come. Use me sweetheart.”

He instructs, while setting a rhythm with the hand on your hip.

The slick noises that his hand wrapped around his length produce combined with your wet pussy fill your bedroom.

“Yes baby, ya doin’ so good for me. Finally being a good girl.”

You feel his thumb soothingly circling your hipbone.

“I was already close, I’m gonna come soon, Daddy.” You sound deliciously whiny.

Music to Joel’s ears.

It takes not much longer to make Joel catch up with you. You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hands grips your hip tightly, he will most likely leave marks.

“Baby you gotta lift up for me. Quick!”

You swiftly lift yourself up and watch in awe how he paints his tummy with white creamy ropes of cum.

“Good god, baby,” he writhes beneath you, “settle back down darlin’.”

When you lower yourself back down onto him you moan at the incredible sensation of his spend being spread up and down his hairy belly by your lips. It stimulates your engorged clit perfectly.

You are whimpering furiously.

“Da..Da- Daddy, so..so good. I’m gonna come, it feels so different, ughh.”

“Yes baby, be a good girl an’ come on me. Come on Daddy’s tummy.”

It takes only a couple more seconds before you fall over the edge with a high pitched scream, you feel yourself leaking more than ever before, hips stuttering in his iron grip.

You flop forward into Joel’s neck, burying yourself there and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Sweet girl ya made Daddy very happy, didn’t know ya could squirt, my princess is full of surprises, ain’t she?”

His cheek leans against yours to get your attention but to no avail, all energy was spend.

The soft snoring is all indication Joel needed.

He gently turned you on your back, got up, retrieved a washcloth and carefully cleaned you up. The last thing he does is tuck you in and leave a kiss on your forehead.

Hours later you are laying on your stomach in bed while holding the phone up to your ear.

“Sunny you won’t fucking believe what happened yesterday.”

Sunny’s manic giggling tells you she already has a pretty good idea of what could’ve happened.

Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI, thank you 🙏🏻

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[thecapricunt1616]

Bestie! Dad Carmy

Surprise! Dad! Carmy is still rotting my brain. Just thinking about Carmy during the 12-18 month stage with his first baby (more btc). 

Bc like I don’t have kids myself yet but have been around them a lot and 12-18 months is when things start getting fun. Babies are laughing and starting to talk a bit more and show interests. 

He would absolutely be a clingy dad. Like the first year I absolutely think he would have Syd take the reins on the restaurant and he would more handle the back of house book type things so he could just stay home more, but if he did have to go to the restaurant - I can see his little angel being The Bears mascot. 

Like he would walk in, sunglasses on, baseball cap, dad mode activated wearing his baby on his front like in one of those stretchy carriers. His baby even would have on little sunglasses herself bc she gotta twin with dad, that’s her bestie. He would walk in through the back and go into the office just to grab something on his way to run some errands but would run into Tina or something and it would become a whole ordeal. 

If it’s pre-service time everyone is taking turns holding her and playing with her, Carmy is proudly showing off as soon as she can say ‘dada’. You can bet if it’s pre-service he’s getting her all dressed up in a cute outfit before he goes by because he knows everyone is gonna gush over how cute she is. He would be so blushy and proud and happy whenever he has his little mini-me with him, his mood would be a full 360 from when he’s just there to work and get shit done. 

And don’t get me started if one day you went for family dinner as a surprise and they’re all sitting at the table and his baby just toddles in holding her baby bear in one hand and some random kitchen tool like a whisk she picked up as you snuck in through the back and just gently taps his side and offers it to him bc she just associates cooking tools with daddy since he’s always holding them. He would be sooooo happy like the esp if it was the first time you had surprised him with her at work- Syd would be like 

“I dont think I’ve ever seen him smile that way - it’s kinda creeping me out” but he doesn’t even notice enough to tease her back because he’s so entrenched in making his baby giggle and having her try the food they’d been eating to see how she likes it since at that age they’re old enough to eat solids. 

Don’t even get me started on music that baby would love music all babies do but really anything art because I mean look who her dad is but never in his life did that man ever think he would WILLINGLY dance around especially in a silly way but MAN as soon as his baby starts dancing to music he can’t help himself he’s up copying them, showing them his own dad moves to make them giggle, AUGHHHH 

Also ofc your baby would want to be like her mama as well, so she would play in her kids makeup sets and show her work off to him and when he is over the moon and tells her how pretty she is and how well she did, shes gonna puppy dog eye him into allowing her to do his makeup, so one day you just come home and carmy has a head full of butterfly clips, cherry red lipgloss, and bright blue sparkly eyeshadow as well as pink blush and a tiara on with your daughter in a matching one fallen asleep infront of the tv with tangled playing or some other disney movie omggggg ugh i love him 

Okay guys let me get back in my cage I just had to come out and share my thoughts hahahahaha 

[kingkatsuki]

— mean

Bakugou is so mean, but this is exactly what you wanted right?

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, anal sex, first time anal, hinted painal, Bakugou calls us a butt slut, creampie.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

“Oh my poor baby, is it too big?”

It’s condescending and downright mean the way he tilts his head to the side as you cry out for him.

Your nails dig into his hips, leaving crescent shaped moons in their wake as it feels like he’s pierced a lung. All the air from your chest is lodged in your throat as you forget to breathe, positive you can feel his heartbeat throbbing through you like a metronome as your hazy eyes dilate.

“Fuck—” You practically mewl, the sound escapes your throat with a rush of air that drags the latter along the tip of your tongue, “You’re such an asshole.”

“You mean I’m in your asshole,” You wanted to wipe that hubristic smirk off his face, “Thought you said you could take it, sweetheart.”

You hate him. Hate how after this he’ll only be more cocky, more confident. His lips are already curled into a smug grin as he’s nice enough to give you a second to adjust, feeling your tight hole throb around him as it takes every fibre of his being not to move.

“I can.” You huff, already tightening your thighs around his sides as you try to focus on anything other than the pain of him sliding into you.

Did he have to be so big? The prominent veins forking along his length only served to make him girthier, certain he could probably split you in two. In fact, that was exactly what it felt like the moment he’d begun to slide his fat cock inside your tight asshole. The sparkly butt plug he’d been training you with before was nothing compared to this stretch, and you’d become resigned to the fact that you may die on his cock.

“Oh yeah, you can?” Bakugou pushed, giving a playful rut of his hips that pulled a desperate whine from your lips. Scrunching your nose at the painful pleasure that surged through your veins, “That’s not what it looks like from here, baby.”

“Move.” You almost growled, shifting your hips beneath him to try and get more comfortable as you began breathing through your nose.

“I’m not sure you can take it.” He hummed, “I think I’m too big, hah?”

The high pitched mocking of your voice had you wanting to wipe the smirk off his face as you clenched your ass, squeezing his cock as he let out a low baritone groan.

“Is that how you wanna play, baby?” He jerked his hips as he pulled the length of his cock out of your hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined as he began to give short, shallow thrusts. Easing you into the motion as he gaged your reaction, “Katsu, you’re so mean.”

“Aww, baby. I’m mean?” He dripped with disdain, “But I’m giving you exactly what you wanted.”

He was so mean.

“Here— let me play with this little clit,” He coos, dripping with patronisation as he begins to press precise figures of eights against your puffy clit, “See how nice I am?”

Oh yeah, what a saint. You thought as you welcomed the pleasurable distraction. Your toes curling as you focused on the sensation of Bakugou working your sensitive bundle of nerves and not the feel of his cock spearing your insides.

“Your cunt’s fuckin’ dripping, sweetheart.” He groaned, “That mean you like bein’ fucked in the ass, hah?”

Bakugou ran his fingers through your drooling slit, gathering some of the moisture to mix it with the lube around the base of his cock as he began a steady pace, sliding out before pushing back in languidly. Watching the pained expression on your face slowly morph into one of pleasure as he barred his teeth in a cocky smirk.

“There’s my good girl, look at you—” He rasped, “This greedy little ass suckin’ me in.”

His words did nothing to satiate the fire blazing inside you, the air in the room thick and musky from the heat as you began to meet his thrusts. Grinding your ass against him as you searched for your pleasure, the coil inside swiftly threading.

“My nasty little butt slut.” He sneered, feeling your tight ass clamp down around his cock in response.

“Oh shit, you like that, yeah?” He cooed, “You like being my nasty little butt slut?”

Each word was annunciated with a harsh rut of his hips that had you crying out for him, your tight walls throbbing around him as he slid his fingers from your clit to your empty cunt. Unforgiving as he pushed two inside you without a second thought, stretching you out as you stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes.

“Shit, princess. You’re so fuckin’ tight,” He groaned, “I can feel my cock so deep inside you. Taking me so well—“

You keened at his praise, feeling your heartbeat increase as your breasts began to bounce from the sharp, insistent cant of his hips. Eyes focused on where your bodies were connected so he could watch his cock disappear inside your ass for the first time, committing the sight to memory.

There was something primal and debauched about him like this. A man that was so cruel and crass on the outside would delight in ruining you in the most depraved way possible, claiming every single one of your holes as his and his alone.

“Look at you— I know you’re fuckin’ close. You’re creamin’ my fingers, sweetheart.” He held them up to you, spreading the digits so you could see your silvery slick threading between them. Glistening in the low light of your bedroom as he shamelessly sucked them into his mouth, cleaning the taste of you off with his tongue.

“Fuck, Katsuki.” You whined, already feeling yourself dangling on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to have you falling over into your bliss.

“Yeah, yeah, I got you, sweetheart. What do you take me for?” He snarked, “I ain’t gonna leave you unsatisfied, I’m gonna make you cum.”

His eyes glazed over as he curled his palms under the back of your thighs, pushing them up towards your chest as the tightness increased tenfold. Gasping when he pressed the weight of his body onto you as his face hovered above your own. Knees braced against the mattress as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the inside of your knee.

Bakugou was rough and calculated as he began a harsh pace, bucking his hips as he fucked his hard cock into your stretched rim, balls slapping against your ass with every forward motion. It was a different sensation to what you were used to, foreign even, as he pistoned his hips.

“I think you prefer it in your ass, don’tcha?” He sneered, “Gonna make me fuck this ass every time now, ain’t that right pretty girl?”

You were delirious, the pain that you’d felt at first was now consumed with white hot pleasure searing through your veins. Desperate cries and mewls continued to tumble from your chest as he craved the melodies, goading you to cum.

“Katsuki, I’m gonna cum-“ You spluttered out as you crashed into euphoria, your walls clamping down around his cock as you met your end. White spots blanked your vision as you transcended to another plane of existence for a moment, a place where the only thing you could feel was the pleasure flowing through you.

The sensation of you clamping down around him so tightly, so snugly— was all it took to have Bakugou reaching his own peak. Hips stuttering desperately as he choked back a debauched grunt, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he spilled hot ropes of cum inside your asshole.

“That’s it, my good fuckin’ girl.” He groaned as he watched you come undone on his cock, “You know only real slutty girls come by having their asses fucked.”

“Shut up, Katsuki.” Your cheeks flushed hot as he nuzzled your neck, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before slowly sliding out of you.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He groaned, “Love when you talk fuckin’ dirty to me.”

Hands splayed against the curve of your ass as he kept your legs open, gazing down at the gape his thick cock created when he first slid into you as his fingers began to tease it. Pushing his seeping cum back inside your fluttering walls as you wriggled beneath him, trying to stop him from teasing your sensitive ass.

“Told you that you were a little butt slut.” He grinned.

“Hey,” You pouted, furrowing your brows at him as he leaned forward to kiss you with a smug grin.

“I’m sorry, I meant my little butt slut.”

[bones4thecats]

can you do general relationship headcanon by Rid Slipstream and Jetstorm x Minicon reader, the reader was previously Airachnid's minicon

Minicon! Reader Once Aided Airachnid

Characters: Slipstream and Jetstorm (RiD2015) - Seperate Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: I have never written for these two minicons, and I am just barely mid-way through the series so they may not be the most accurate. Though, these two are adorable ngl. Anyways, enjoy!! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: The Tragedy of Slipstream (a short between seasons one and two) and Mentions for torture, abuse, manipulation, unwilling experimentation and war ⚠️

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»»———————————-　 Slipstream 　———————————-««

🎋 When you two first met, it was quite the experience to say the least

🎋 You were once the minicon to Airachnid, the former torture expert of the Decepticon cause. And you served her from the start of your life till the day she was banished by Soundwave to live on one of Cybertron's moons years ago

🎋 So, when another Decepticon, specifically Shadow Raker, offered you a new life in return of pure devotion and loyalty to him, you took his hand and gifted him a smile he couldn't wait in twisting around

🎋 Due to your life as Airachnid's previous minicon, you were subjected to a lot of unforgettable experiences. Ranging from mental to physical abuse, you were ruined before Shadow Raker could get his hands on you

🎋 Throughout the next few years of serving the Decepticon, you met an older mech named Deadshot, and when he saw just how numb you were to the pain of even having part of your leg torn off during the after effects of the war, he gained a new respect, fear, and care for you

🎋 No one should be able to withstand that with a blank face

🎋 After he escaped and took Slipstream and Jetstorm, Deadshot had taken you as well, having you transform into his new signature kusarigama. Over the time of him renaming himself and becoming a team of bounty hunters, you became close with them, understanding that the way you were raised was incorrect

🎋 Slipstream and you became closer than you and the other two. He was your confidant, and you were his

🎋 He spoke to you about his past, how when a Cyclone attacked him and why he turned to a life of petty thief. And you spoke to him about why you joined Airachnid and Shadow Raker. He took it a lot better than you believed he would. He hugged you and helped calm you down

"I may not understand what you went through exactly, but believe me when I say this, Y/N. You are far better than what your previous Masters were like. Airachnid was a energon-thirsty monster and Shadow Raker is a sparkless being... you are the opposite. You're serene and full of love and care for not only me, but everyone else in the Scrapyard. I am happy to be with you. Okay?"

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»»———————————-　 Jetstorm 　———————————-««

🎍 Jetstorm hardly knew you when Drift took him, Slipstream, and you away from Shadow Raker. The only thing he knew of you being that you had a huge pain tolerance

🎍 He ever heard a story of how you got your spark nearly torn apart and refused to flinch in any kind of agony

🎍 To be honest, unlike others like Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, Jetstorm had no idea that you once served Airachnid. But, he has heard stories of her to, so he was immediatly scared at the thought of you being subjected to her abusive nature

🎍 That night, Jetstorm asked Drift where you came from and if Airachnid and Shadow Raker had anything to do with your pain tolerance

"Jetstorm, my pupil. Shadow Raker had nothing to do with their torment, it was Airachnid whole-sparkly who did everything to make them what they once were. She had given them multiple limb replacements without consent, from getting their arm torn off and picking apart their shoulder to just see them suffer and having their optics picked piece by piece while awake and all-feeling, Y/N has been through it all."

"Oh my..."

"We musn't bring it up around them though. The last time that happened, they had broken out in a large fit of panicked pleas and sobs. So, what will we not do?"

"Bring Airachnid or Shadow Raker up around them."

"Good. You may now leave, Jetstorm."

"Thank you, Sensei."

🎍 When Shadow Raker returned for the two minicons, he abducted you from the Scrapyard and held you away from the trio. Declaring he was your mentor and not the traitorous 'Deadlock'

🎍 You glared at him as he tried to lay a servo on your friends and you began to fight against the many of his 'Shadows', throwing them aside before getting Drift up and helping him get the two back. You were beyond any kind of calming down as you kicked him in the knee and threw him across the ship's room before yelling for the others to get out

🎍 While healing, Jetstorm looked at you and thanked you for the rescue and assistance. You just nodded and curled up in a tiny ball, making him sigh and sit down next to you before offering up his embrace. And when you saw it, you broke down and allowed him to hold you closely

🎍 You trusted him...

"Y/N. Can you please look at me?" Jetstorm asked, making you look up at him with small tears running down your metal-made cheeks. The minicon wiped them away and began speaking once more.

"I will never understand the pain you went through at the servos of Airachnid and Shadow Raker, and I know that. But, I would like to be there for you whenever you need comfort. Is that alright?"

[perfectly-m1saligned]

(Late) K!nktober day 1

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day one: lingerie; first time; degradation. I couldn't decide on one so I simply decided to integrate all three :) You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NFSW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(virgin!Simon x experienced!reader) (college!au)

Halloween, the one night of the year where all deeds are excused, for it’s our only chance to let loose, shadows and masks protecting us from the inevitable shame. Or as the Romans said: semel in anno licet insanire. Of course, you were no exception to the cravings of the flesh, putting on the slutties outfit you could produce with the items in your closet, a black and gold mask covering the upper side of your face.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, thumping bass reverberating through your ribcage and hammering in your ears, the flashing lights installed throughout the room creating a hypnotising succession of dancing limbs on the dance floor. All the people you knew were at the warehouse tonight, an abandoned place - possibly a safety hazard - the youth of your city had basically full control over for Halloween, close to the forest. After a few rounds of greetings and small talk, entirely out of formality, you decided to go to the bar to get the night started. The drink was purple and sparkly, you had no idea what was in it, but the vampire bartender was cute and it tasted like straight up rubbing alcohol when you took a sip out of the straw, so it was perfect.

You walked towards the dance floor, squeezing yourself between the bodies that flooded the room, girls shaking their ass and boys with their hands creeping under their short little dresses; in about five to ten minutes, you would’ve been in their same situation. Drink in hand, you closed your eyes and started to feel the music, and it wasn’t long before a pair of large, strong hands found your waist, coaxing your backside against his front. You didn’t even turn to look who it was. You didn’t care. You started moving your hips, your free hand finding the side of his thigh as you pressed your ass against the growing bulge in his jeans. You felt his fingers curl more firmly around your waist, chest puffing out as if he’d sucked in a sharp breath, the feeling of power swelling in your own chest making you grin.

You eventually turned around, hand snaking around his neck to guide his head level with yours. He was wearing a Ghostface mask, covering the entirety of his face, but the majority of the people around you preferred anonymity. Your lips found his ear: “Let’s get somewhere more private, yeah?” your booze-laced breath proposed, a smirk in your voice. He didn’t answer, simply following your lead when you took his hand in yours. You led him towards the stairs, since the warehouse had an upper floor with some vacant rooms, and hoped you weren’t too late. Couples littered the space, some making out, some not really caring about privacy as a girl was not-so-subtly bouncing up and down on some guy’s dick, his hands secured under her thighs as he held her up and against the wall.

Luckily, you saw two people come out of a room, and you immediately ushered the stranger inside. The full moon outside the large, metal grate-covered window provided the only source of light. You didn’t waste any time, pressing the boy’s back against the wooden door. You hastily pulled his mask up, eyes already shut as your lips met his in a feverish kiss, not giving yourself the time to take a look at his face. Your hands were on his chest, feeling the muscles growing taut under your touch, his fingers settling themselves back on your waist. With a soft, impatient huff, you guided his hand down to the curve your ass, and you felt him stiffen.

“C’mon, what’s wrong with you?” You groaned. “You can’t even-” The words died in your mouth. “Simon?” A pair of sheepish brown eyes looked down at you in sheepish confirmation. “y/n, I’m-” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry, I knew you would’ve never even looked my way in any other context, so when I saw you on the dance floor-”

Your best friend, Simon Riley. He’d told you he would’ve stayed at home, since he wasn’t feeling well, but there he was. You had danced with him, and now you had just made out with him. You were aware of his attraction towards you, yet you’d never acknowledge it, and he’d never come forward, as to not ruin your friendship.

“Hush.” You whispered, shutting him up with a quick peck on the lips. “It’s Halloween, Simon, we can do whatever we want for tonight.” You put emphasis on ‘tonight’, reinforcing the finality of your statement; you wouldn’t have talked about it ever again. You grabbed Simon’s hand again, guiding him towards the couch on the far end of the room. You didn’t want to think about the various fluids coating the leather surface, and thankfully you were intoxicated enough to not let your thoughts spiral.

After Simon sat down, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your lips were back on his in an instant, his hands now more confident as they settled back on your ass, making your already short dress hike up. With a long finger, he felt the string of your thong between your asscheeks, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. “God, y/n…” he panted out, breaking the kiss, only for his lips to latch onto the sensitive flesh of your neck. “y/n”, he whispered against your skin, nervousness lacing his voice. “You know that I’ve never…you know, done this.” Right. Simon was a virgin. You simply smiled, hooking a finger under his chin to force him to meet your gaze. “Don’t worry, baby,” you whispered, your mouth only a breath above his. “I’ll teach you.”

Climbing off his lap, you took a step back, starting to peel off the strap of your dress at a torturously slow pace, your eyes never leaving his. As fabric gave way to creamy skin and the black lace of your lingerie, you saw Simon squirm, shifting on the couch every other second to soothe the aching erection in his pants. His chest heaved with increasingly ragged breaths, nails digging into the material of his pants, itching to put his hands on you, or himself.

“Touch yourself, Simon.” You suddenly ordered, making his eyes snap wide. “I want to see how much you like me. Come on, touch yourself.” Simon gulped noticeably, but eventually caved. Trembling hands reached the buckle of his belt, subsequently unzipping his jeans and pulling them down with his boxer briefs, granting his cock some much needed freedom. The tip was already dripping precum, and Simon collected some of it with his thumb, using it as lubricant as he started to move his hand up and down his length with deliberate strokes. You let your dress pool down at your feet, left in nothing but the sheer lingerie, barely covering you, and the mask on your face. He grunted at the sight, lips parting as he fisted his cock more vigorously. “y/n…” he groaned, a pleading look in his brown eyes. “God, p-please…come here.”

You grinned, stopping in between his spread legs. “I need to touch you,” he murmured, still fisting his cock. He leaned forward, nose grazing your lower abdomen, enough to catch a whiff of your scent. “I’m begging you. Fuck, please let me touch you.” You looked down at him, satisfaction and power coursing through your veins. “Give me your hand, Simon.” He gave you his free hand, the one around his shaft momentarily wrapped loosely, too focused on your actions. You pulled your thong to the side, the flimsy triangle of lace easily giving way to your already soaking cunt. The moment you brought Simon’s index finger to collect the slick arousal between your folds, you were sure he was close to cumming all over his hand already.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He said quietly, his warm breath fanning over your bare heat. He lifted his face to meet your gaze, a puppy dog look in those onyx pools of his. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, baby. I want to make you feel good.” A shuddered breath left your lips, a whimper getting choked in your throat when Simon’s thumb brushed over your clit. “Fuck,” you hissed. “Right there.” A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips, slowly inserting a finger inside your drenched entrance, coaxing out the sweetest moan. “That’s it, such a pretty little slut. You’re so tight and wet, y/n.” He withdrew his fingers, a wolfish grin on his face at your frustrated whimper. “Come sit on me, pretty girl,” he patted his thigh, dick still hard and ready. “I want to feel your tight pussy around me.” You climbed back on his lap, lifting your hips and putting a hand under yourself to line him up with your centre. “Sure you can handle it, Riley? You’re being a little too smug for my liking.” He obliterated the attitude out of you in one motion, burying himself so deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but cry out. An animalistic growl rumbled in his chest, face buried in the crook of your neck as he shuddered slightly, feeling your warm walls enveloping and squeezing him.

“Ride me, y/n,” he commanded with a raspy whisper. “Be a good slut and milk my cock.” You began moving your hips, his length reaching all the delicious spots inside of you that made your eyes roll back into your skull, coaxing the sexiest moans from your lips. His hands were firmly set on your ass, guiding your movements as you bounced on his dick. Simon lowered his head between your breasts, lips latching onto the soft, sensitive skin and leaving purple marks, as more groans rumbled in his throat.

He moved your hips faster, your motions more frantic and sloppy, purely driven by lust and the need for release. You felt the pleasure starting to coil in your lower belly, the knot getting increasingly tighter, ready to snap. “Fuck, Simon!” You cried out, hands on his shoulders and head tipped back, eyes shut. “That’s it,” he grunted. “Cum with me, y/n.” With a few last, powerful thrusts, you felt your orgasm wreck through your body, making you shudder uncontrollably, screaming out Simon’s name as you creamed all over his cock. He held your waist with a vice-like grip, overwhelmed by his own release, shooting a warm load of cum deep inside you.

There were a few silent minutes in which neither of you spoke a single word, feeling him going soft as he was still inside of you, your ragged breaths and the distant music the only sounds filling the room. Once you came back to your senses, you climbed out of his lap, finding an abandoned box of tissues on the ground to clean yourself up. Pulling your underwear back in place, you retrieved your dress from the ground and put it back on.

“So…this is it, huh?” You heard Simon call out from his spot on the couch. Fixing the strap of your dress, you looked over your shoulder, cocking your head to the side with a sympathetic look in your eyes. “Happy Halloween, Simon.” You simply replied, your heels clicking over the floor as you walked out of the door.

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not copy, steal or upload to this or other platforms without credit•

[lomloomis]

╰┈➤ M/n is inspired by Kaworu Nagisa from "Neon genesis evangelon". [not much really] 【tws | Death】 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

The newest creation of Morax. Created to fight next to the other Adepti's, he was nothing more than a creature made for killing and slaughter. M/N must have fulfilled Morax's orders as fast as he could. And protect his land from the demons.

Before he met Xiao he was an emotionless monster full of bloodlust. "From now on we have a contract." Morax said looking straight at you. "If you proceed to broke it, i won't hesitate to kill you." You shook your head in agreement, your empty vision glew in the night as you stood under the moonlight.

"You shall poses the vision of war." The Archon spoke with an serious face, his words echoed in now your domain. "I shall fulfill your wish." You ended the conversation and looked at all the other Adeptis staring at you.

And that's how you met Xiao. His strong attitude made you feel something that you shouldn't especially not for someone like… Him. You were one of the Adepti's created to fight against the demons of the land, not to create a romance novel with a first met guy.

Even though you tried convincing yourself that it's not love… You always came back to him everynight. While he fough non-stop you always stick next to his back protecting him.

You didn't take the war to seriously since you were meant to slaughter these who dear to cross a blade with Morax. The time where you confessed to Xiao while fighting

"Xiao, may i tell you something?" You looked at his with your sparkly eyes. He only groaned in agreement fighting "I always though that i was meant to live fighting for Morax, you know. But when i met you… I finally realized that it wasn't it. I know this isn't the best circumstances. But i'm afraid that is the only moment when i'm brave enough to confess that… That i am in love with you, Xiao. I was born to meet you." You looked at his with a serious face.

He made a disgusting face "Yaksha's can't feel love, especially not for someone like you." Xiao turned back and keptfighting as you stand there. Flabbergasted at his words, was it how sadness felt? Eating you alive, as your heart pounded harder and harder.

"I understand." You picked up your weapon and headed as far as you can… Long away from Xiao. You were so dumb thinking that both of you could actually work out? You fighted for Eons keeping your feelings deep down inside you. And this is all you get.

That wasn't the life he wanted. He wanted to keep fighting? You didn't knew, but the feeling of your insides being torn apart were unbearable. Your feelings didn't matter to you anymore and you didn't want to proceed caring about them

But so did you know, that he was scared of accepting his own… He couldn't feel any kind of affection towards anyone besides Morax, but when it came to you his hands sweat and he began to stutter. Did all the time together was spend to waste?

He had the gut feeling, that something is going to happen. Xiao's light suddenly lighten up in a shock as a pierce was flying to him in a inhuman speed.

You coughed the blood as you were covering Xiao with yourself. The pierce was send through your chest. "M/n?!" He shouted as you leaned on to him. Was it how it was supposed to end? Even tho he dumped you like a piece of trash… You sacrificed himself for his own good.

"Xi…Ao, I'm sorry… This isn't the love you wanted-" You sobbed out due to the pain… Your mind became blank as you said those words. Xiao started silently calling your name… "I'm the one who should apologize you idiot! I love you.." You chuckled at his words, your hands became cold as he hold you close to him. The moon shone on you as you said your last words.

"I guess i was… born to meet you then… Don't..worry we'll meet again in another life…" You grabbed him by his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. The one that was the first for both of you… And at the same time the last. His glassy eyes looked at your body as he noticed that your vision turned blank... The vision turned cryo? Xiao hugged you for the last time... "Cryo... A vision of love." From back then, Xiao went every night to your grave. Which he made all by himself… "I miss fighting by your side." He whispered and he hold the Qingxing's close to his chest.

"If only i could change the past."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

can I request a child!Kaguya!reader from the tale of the bamboo cutter except she isn’t just a princess of the moon she is the personification of the moon itself?

-You were known by many names, Y/N, Kaguya, and Moon Princess to name a few, but the one thing that everyone got wrong about you was that you weren’t the moon princess, you were the personification of the moon itself.

-Beautifully milky pale skin that looked like the surface of the moon and long H/C hair is what most noticed first about you- your unearthly, even for Valhalla, looks.

-You were beautiful, men and women alike could only stare at your beauty, stunned into silence from it, unable to tear their eyes away from you if you were to walk by.

-It was your personality that really made you shine, you were elegant and graceful, but so smart- able to hold a conversation about almost anything, kind to all you met and never raising your voice or getting upset, even if it was well deserved.

-Those who knew you, the real you, the bright ball of sunshine that you were, adored you, doting on you, to them- you were a precious treasure that needed to be protected, and they were willing to do whatever it took to keep you safe.

-You were very powerful in your own right, you just didn’t show that strength often, mainly because those around you would handle any threats before they could get to you.

-You didn’t mind, but you were beginning to feel a little useless, like they were underestimating you- you were the Moon for Valhalla’s sake!

-However, you couldn’t bring yourself to berate them, or tell them to back off, they were just doing it to keep your safe, and seeing you safe is what made them happy. You didn’t want to take that happiness away.

-On a rare day where you didn’t have anyone around you, having a rare alone day, you enjoyed it, visiting the large gardens in the Hindu pantheon, your long kimono draped over you elegantly, making you look so ethereal.

-You enjoyed seeing the flowers of other pantheons, seeing the colors and variety of flowers available to you. You then heard a familiar voice, “Miss Y/N!” you turned, a smile on your lips as your good friend, Ganesha, ran up to you, beaming, “I’m so happy to see you!”

-You smiled down at him, “And I’m happy to see you my friend.” He offered you a hand and you took it as he showed you around the gardens, showing you hidden fountains, which was rather fun.

-A gruff voice then called out, “Hey you!” you both turned, seeing a very rough and crude looking god stomping over to you, one who had not taken your rejections kindly and in turn, got beat up by your protectors.

-You stepped in front of Ganesha, protecting him as this god shouted down at you, “You’ve got a lot of nerve rejecting me and sending those bastards after me! Don’t you know who I am?”

-Your voice was like ice, but your tone was even, glaring slightly up at him, “I do know who you are, Kand, God of Earth. And had you not threatened me, you wouldn’t have been injured. I rejected you- it’s up to you to take it with grace.”

-Kand’s eyelid twitched before he swung out, going to hit you to teach you a lesson. A voice shouted out, “HEY!!” and Ganesha breathed in relief, seeing Shiva there, but your attention didn’t go to the god now running towards the two of you, followed by the other strongest of the Hindu gods.

-You stunned everyone by stepping forward and delivering a vicious bitch slap, sending Kand back head over heels, leaving a pulsating red handprint on his face.

-The Hindu gods all froze, seeing you easily handling business, seeing the strength you held in your small (at least to them) body before you turned to Ganesha, asking if he was okay.

-You weren’t expecting to see his bright sparkly eyes, “That was so cool Miss Y/N! You defeated him so easily!!” you smiled softly as Shiva made it to the two of you, “Ganesha- Y/N- are you both alright?!”

-You both confirmed that you were fine, causing the destruction god to calm before he grinned over at you, “Have to say- that slap was impressive! I had no idea you were so strong!”

-You thanked him with a soft smile, your eyes closing for a moment before Kand sat up, “You bitch! Just accept me and I won’t have to get rough with…you… uh-oh.”

-Shiva and Rudra turned, hearing him yelling at you, threatening you, and the two friends cracked their knuckles, all four sets of them on each as Brahma and Vishnu guided you and Ganesha away, offering to show you another section of the gardens.

-You were pleased that you got to let out a little bit of steam and doing it in front of others as well, because it showed them that you weren’t to be underestimated.

-You felt lighter now, a bit happier, because you proved to yourself that you still had it.

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Opening Ceremony

Words: 946

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Fleamont had bought the five of them, because Lily was one of them now much to James’ delight, tickets to the first two days of the Quidditch World Cup, as a graduation gift. This meant not only would they get to see the hotly contested England v Germany match, but the opening ceremony too. He’d also fixed up the old Potter family tent to fit five of them comfortably, four sizeable compartments and a living space that Remus swore was bigger than his living room at home.

It had been two weeks since they’d graduated. He’d been to see James and Sirius, but Pete and Lily hadn’t been there, and when he went to visit Lily, it was just the two of them.

Remus dropped his backpack into his sleeping space, navy blue with gold stars embroidered on the tent fabric, Fleamont had outdone himself.

Sirius poked his head in, “Oh, yours matches mine, but my stars are silver.” Remus looked up at him and smiled. “You feeling alright?”

“Just tired.” He said quietly, the full moon had been two days ago, and the first one without his friends roaming around the forbidden forest with him. He’d been locked in his parents' cellar, and the wolf had been distressed, to say the least. “Don’t tell James, he’ll only fuss.”

“Someone should fuss.” Sirius said snippily, “You don’t have to stay there and agree to the cellar just because—”

“Pads, don’t.” Remus had applied for over fifty jobs and thanks to new laws requiring him to disclose his lycanthropy, he had been rejected from all of them. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you do.” Sirius sat down on his bed as Remus shook his head, “You know you do.”

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The opening ceremony was magical, literally. By the time they staggered back to the tent, covered in glitter, it was almost 3 am. James and Lily went straight to bed, and Pete wasn’t far behind them.

Sirius ducked into his compartment and pulled out a bottle of firewhisky. “Nightcap?” Remus nodded, “Your place or mine?”

Remus snorted, “Mine.” Sirius followed him to his compartment and did the zip up behind them as Remus lit the candles on the dresser. The space was big enough to fit a decent-sized bed and a dresser, but not much else. Sirius propped himself against the headboard and watched, stunned, as Remus removed his jeans and stepped into a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms. He pulled his shirt over his head, and Sirius’ breath hitched.

“You could stop staring, you know.” Remus said quietly, rummaging in his bag to find the Queen T-shirt (that used to be Sirius’) that he liked to sleep in.

“Oh no. Absolutely not.” When Remus looked over at him, Sirius had a soft smile on his face. “You’re so… sparkly.”

The moment was over and Remus laughed, pulling the t-shirt over his head, “I think we’ll all be sparkly for months.” He slid onto the bed next to Sirius who opened the bottle and passed it to Remus first. “Thanks.” He took a few mouthfuls and grimaced before handing it back.

“Yeah, it’s—” Sirius took a few gulps of his own, “It’s still not great. What happened to being adults and acquired tastes and all that bullshit?”

“Maybe it’s too gross even for that, or maybe we’ve only been out of school for two weeks and it’ll happen at some point.” Remus shrugged as Sirius passed the bottle back. “Do you miss school as much as I do?

“I don’t miss the classes.” He considered, “I miss seeing you every day.”

“And Pete?” Remus asked cautiously.

“Oh. Well yeah, of course, Pete too.” Sirius’ cheeks flushed slightly, “But mostly you.”

“Oh.” Remus drank some more, “I miss seeing you every day.”

“Yeah?” Sirius whispered, “And Pete?”

“Not like I miss you,” Remus admitted.

Sirius took the bottle from him and took a swig before setting it on the floor next to the bed. “I bought a house.” Remus started to say something, but Sirius rested a finger against his lips, “Just listen. I bought a house, with Alphard’s inheritance. It needs some work done to it, but it has a huge piece of woodland as part of the grounds. Come and live with me, Moons. It’ll be ready before the next moon, and it’s way too big for just one person.”

Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius’ and moved the finger from his mouth, “Are you—”

“Always,” Sirius said with a smirk as Remus rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. I just want you to be safe and happy, and I know you’re not.”

“What do you want it to mean, Pads?” Remus smiled as he watched Sirius’ eyes flick down to his mouth. He moved forward slowly, moving his hand so their fingers were intertwined, and their lips met. Sirius felt like he was melting into Remus as their lips moved slowly, and pulled him even closer.

“I want it to mean that.” Sirius said, against Remus’ mouth after a while. “I want to be able to do this every day of our lives.” Remus nodded before closing the small distance once more, and this time Sirius could feel him smiling into the kiss.

When Lily poked her head into Remus’ compartment the following morning to tell him breakfast was ready, she found them fast asleep, Sirius’ head on Remus’ chest and their legs tangled together.

She silently re-did the zipper and turned to James, “I don’t think they’ll want breakfast for a while.”

“They?” James yelped with a grin. Lily nodded, “Well, it’s about damn time.”

[the-purity-pen]

Lights Out

Santiago Garcia x AFAB!Reader (no y/n)

rating: EXPLICIT (NO MINORS)

warnings: oral (afab receiving), fluff and feels (be warned)

words: 2.9k

a/n: this comes from a request from my lovely bestie @flightlessangelwings. it uh... well it got away from me a bit and therefore is a full fic. talk about coming back to tumblr fanfic writing with a vengence. sorry not sorry.

The storm outside was loud. So loud that every boom of thunder felt like it was shaking your entire house. You held your cat on your lap while on the couch, curled up with your favorite blanket, and the television turned on to the romance movie you had started earlier in the week. The plus side to working for the small town bar was that your boss, your best friend, didn’t force you to come in during storms.

The unexpected night off meant you got comfy in a large oversized t-shirt and soft cotton sleep shorts. Which was the call for the blanket as the temperature outside cooled down more than you were expecting. Your calico Ellie also helped keep you warm as she purred on your lap.

The lights flickered, but nothing else seemed affected, so you ignored it and returned to watching the movie. After months of built-up flirting, the male protagonist had just gotten the nerve to kiss the female protagonist. His hand on her chin made goosebumps rise along your skin. You were hopelessly romantic and loved all those movies and seeing the characters kiss for the first time. It was electric, and you always dreamed of having that for yourself.

The lights flickered three more times in rapid succession before everything went dark. Even though your heart rate elevated with anxiety, you managed a breath before muttering, “Damn it,” and getting up from your comfortable spot. Ellie gave a soft chirping meow to let you know that she didn’t like being moved, but she managed to get to the other end of the couch and curl back up to sleep. You shook your head at her before heading to the kitchen. In one of the drawers, you dug through the piles of receipts and take-out menus, rubber bands, and scotch tape until you found the little purple sparkly flashlight.

Just as you pull it out to turn it on, a loud knock at your door makes you jump—your heart races as you try to steady your breathing. You get the flashlight turned on just before you reach your front door. You peeked out the top window from your tiptoes just enough to see the top of a head covered in onyx-colored curls. You opened the door to find Santiago, your neighbor, soaked to the bone and panting.

“Santi,” you sighed as you lowered the flashlight and stepped back to allow him inside. His head is lowered as he steps in but remains on the indoor welcome mat, seemingly trying not to drip water all over your hardwood floor. You closed the door, rushed to the oven to grab the hand towel, and handed it to him. He offered a soft “thanks” while drying his face and arms.

“Well, I see you’re out of power too,” Santi mentions as he stands up straighter and looks around your living room with a soft chuckle, then back to you.

“Just lost it. Interrupted my movie too,” you offer with a soft laugh; turning off the flashlight as the moon glows from outside is enough to see Santi as you converse.

After an awkward silence, Santi hands the now-damp towel back to you, and you put it on the counter beside you.

“Didn’t know if you and Ellie needed anything,” he finally spoke after clearing his throat. His brows lifted as he looked at you. Even in the dark, there was no denying how handsome Santi was. Add in how wonderful of a neighbor he had been over the last year since you moved in, and he was pretty accurately the perfect man.

He had helped change the spark plugs in your car, repaired the front gutter, helped build your back deck, and replaced the upstairs bath’s faucet. All for free. He never asked for anything in return except for some free pastries when he’d stop by your bakery. You couldn’t say no. His sweet tooth was like no other, and for the rugged man he appeared to be, knowing he had a soft spot for your cupcakes and brownies made you just that little bit mushier.

“It’s fine. We’ve survived worse,” you commented, a wry laugh being pulled from you. The words and meanings were heavier than you intended them to be. Santi seemed to catch on as he stared after you, watching you move further into the kitchen.

“Did you want some water?” you offered as you reached into the cupboard for two glasses. The fridge, thankfully, still worked for a few minutes after a power outage. You knew it would eventually run out of the reserved energy to keep things cold, but at least you had the water jug in there.

“Sure,” Santi answered, wiping his feet before venturing toward you over at the sink. But as he waited, he did so very close to the side of the fridge. You turned after filling the first glass and bumped into him with your elbow, causing the cold water to splash onto you, eliciting a shriek.

“Oh! Shit, I’m so sorry,” Santi started apologizing and immediately grabbed the towel from the counter you had let him use. He started patting you down with it, but the dampness of the towel from his usage and the cold water already absorbing into your shirt caused you to shiver and shake your head. You set the glass on the counter by the fridge and mumbled to him that you were okay. He handed you the towel but stood dumbfounded as he watched you.

“Are you sure? Can I get you something else? Where are your other towels?” he asked rapidly before hurrying around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets to find something else to dry you off.

“Santi,” you said with a laugh. “I’m good. Let me get changed. Help yourself to the water, though. I’ll be right back.”

You disappeared around the corner and down the hall. Stripping off the T-shirt once in your bedroom, you opened your wardrobe to find... nothing else in the comfort level to be worn. Your dirty laundry was still in the washer in the basement, and you hadn’t switched it over to the dryer before the storm. You mentally and physically facepalmed. “Great,” you muttered before closing the drawer and moving to your closet. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but it would have to do.

Walking back out toward the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons on your ex’s dress shirt, you didn’t notice Santi had moved, and you ran head-first into his solid chest. “Whoa,” he laughed, his arms coming out to steady your shoulders. His hands were warm on your cold skin, even through the shirt's material.

You swallowed thickly as you looked up at him. The moment was fleeting, but it was there, and you swore you saw the sparkle in his deep brown eyes. But perhaps that was just the lights flickering back on. You heard all the machines in your kitchen turn on, and it must have cleared Santi’s mind because he, too, backed away and cleared his throat.

“Well, look at that,” he said and nodded slowly, looking around to see everything turn back on - including the television. The movie must have paused when the power went out because it picked right back up where it had left off. The two main characters were getting into their kissing, and the music was swelling, indicating which direction things were going in.

“Oh!” you shouted as the moans from the actors started to fill the room and romantic close-ups of their bodies began to show on the screen. You practically fumbled and ran from Santi to find the remote. The moaning and panting got louder, and you swore the remote was on the couch. You bent in strange ways, trying to see it, lifting the blanket from where it had crumpled, and felt your heart racing faster and faster with each passing moment.

Santi looked on, bemused, a smirk on his lips, taking a mental note of what kind of movies you enjoyed. Was it because he wanted to know you a bit better? Yes. Was it also because the noises from the tv sounded erotic and affected him? Also yes. And how you bent over at one certain angle, perhaps giving him the slightest hint of the bottom of your backside? Absolutely yes.

He walked over after you seemed to be failing at locating the remote. “Can I help?” he asked, standing closer to the tv, the actors getting into the steamy sex scene now. You could barely hear him over the thumping in your ears from your heart. Where the fuck did that little remote go, and why was there so much moaning on the television now?

You turned and saw Santi watching the tv as the sex scene played. It was rather raunchy for being a romance film, but it was steamy and sexy, and you swallowed thickly. You cleared your throat, staring at how Santi watched the scene play out.

“What movie is this?” he asked before facing you and noticing you staring at him.

Caught off guard, you stumbled through an answer. “Oh, uh, it’s just some romance movie based on a book series.” Vague, yes. Keep it vague.

Santi’s smirk took over, and your knees would buckle if it were a romance movie like the one on your screen. He was so ruggedly handsome, and you were brought back to just a few minutes before when his hands were on you. The feeling had this moment of staring at each other, turning you into a puddle. Especially as Santi moved away from the tv and toward you, his head cocked to one side, seemingly studying you.

“Do you like romance novels? And movies?”

There was no judgment, no mocking in his tone. He was genuinely asking. You quickly ran through the scenarios of what a yes answer and a denying no answer could look like. You opted for honesty. After all, other than your crush on him, your neighborly friendship with him had always been honest and straightforward.

You nodded as he moved closer and now stood directly before you. His nod was much slower than yours, thoughtful, and you noticed all of the stubble along his jaw. That hadn’t been there the last time you had seen him. But it suited him. His hand gently came up in front of your chest but paused, his eyes searching yours. Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and back as your head gently nodded.

His rough, calloused hand ghosted in front of your chest and to your jawline. The contrast of the feel of his hand against your jaw and your skin caused both of you to take shuddering breaths in. “So you enjoy the idea of being kissed… softly?” Santi asked, his soft, graveling tone sending a shiver down your body.

Your heart felt like it had jumped into your throat, making words hard to come out. Instead, you nodded and breathed in, holding it. Your gaze on Santi was soft but begging him to move even closer. You had wanted to feel his kiss for so long, but you didn’t know that he even had an inkling of romantic feelings toward you.

“May I?”

The question surprised you. Santi didn’t seem the type to ask. You had seen him with women at the neighborhood picnics and gatherings. He always seemed so in control and cocky. The first time you officially introduced yourself to him, his smirk nearly made you hate him because he looked so full of himself.

But it was becoming more apparent that that was a facade, and with that, you nodded and mumbled a soft “please” in answer. His look was pure contentment as he leaned in, his hand sliding over to hold your chin and lifting it ever so slightly. He leaned in, his lips nearly at yours before he spoke, causing you to whimper.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for six months.”

You blinked and looked up at him. Your face did a slight double take, blinking harder.

“What?”

“I came over to help you fix more stuff because I had this ridiculous fantasy of coming over sometime and finding you half-dressed. I’d take you on the couch and devour you, tasting all of you. Like some romance movie,” he admitted, and your entire body became alight with lust. You couldn’t even stop your hands as they lifted to his fitted t-shirt and gripped the front of it, pulling him to you so that his lips had no choice but to land on yours.

The groans he let out let you know that you had done something right in taking the first move. His free hand slid down the side of your body to your hip, where his rough fingertips dug into your flesh, crumpling the shirt. You took a step back, tugging him with you until your knees buckled at the couch, and you both landed, Santi’s knee on the left side of you on the sofa.

Your hands moved up to his face, cupping his scruffed jaw. His lips chased yours, but you had other plans as you held his face and moved your lips along his cheek and to the soft spot behind his ear. Your tongue played against it, licking him before moving to his jugular. His hand on your chin slid down to cup your breast through the shirt, and you moaned, arching your back into his touch.

“Oh, that’s what you like, hm?” he breathed out, moving his face down to echo the licking and nibbling at your neck that you had just done to him. His smirk could be felt against your skin as you mewled in pleasure.

Hands moved all over; mouths continued to explore the upper parts of your bodies until they were reunited again in a heavier, hotter, more passionate kiss. Santi’s hand trailed down your body to between your legs, where he found your moist center. He groaned, his thumb pressing gently against the sensitive button that had your hips wildly thrusting toward him. His hand continued to move but in such a teasing manner that it was starting to frustrate you. Just having his body on yours was better than anything, but having his hand at your most needed part was already better than all your nights with your toys.

His mouth ventured down, suckling at your breast through the shirt, moistening it before moving down until he was on his knees on the floor in front of the couch and you. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the oversized shirt out of his way. He leaned in, kissing up one thigh, then, when he barely reached your apex, his mouth moved to the other, starting the trail north.

“God, Santi, please,” you murmured, a mumble. Your brain was working on overdrive that this man would do this to live out the fantasy he had admitted to you.

His hands worked down your shorts and panties in one fell swoop. A master at undressing you already. Either that, or you were just that needy and desperate. He leaned in the moment he saw the glistening of your sex. His tongue swiping along your slit, bottom to top, your hands nestled into his curls.

“Santi.” You breathed out his name in pants and moans, and he was done for. His mouth closed over your warm cunt, lapping at you before stiffening his tongue and pressing into you. The curl of the muscle of his tongue pushing into you had your breath catching in your throat. His mouth was magic, and you were sure to come undone quickly.

But just as your peak nearly hit, your hips pressing up against his face, he pulled back, his hands pushing your hips back down. “Oh, baby. Not yet. I want to see you crumble and hear you scream, but I want to keep tastin’ you. I want to know that I’m making you shudder and shiver from pleasure. Okay?”

You whine, but if the last few minutes were any indication, Santi had no plans to leave the space between your legs soon. His tongue gently licked at you, to which you shuddered from sensitivity. His hands worked in slow circles on your thighs, and when his mouth wasn’t against you, his eyes were studying his fingers played gently against your clit, watching the way you would tense and clench around nothing.

And you were right. Three orgasms from his lips and mouth alone later, Santi finally comes up for air, his scruff glistening with your wetness. You reach out for him and pull his head up to you so that you can lean forward and capture his lips against yours. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue and in his mouth as you deepen the kiss.

When you broke the kiss, Santi leaned his forehead against yours to catch his breath. “I.. am not done with you,” he grinned as he kissed you chastely and pulled back. Showing you the wicked grin on his lips and the devilish glint in his dark eyes. You laughed and shook your head.

“You really shouldn’t wait six months to kiss me next time,” you quipped. His chuckle seemed to rumble deep into his chest.

“Oh, so you’re sassy too, huh?” he laughed as his hands gently tickled your sides before sliding one up to hold your chin again to you could look directly into his eyes.

“I’m never waiting to kiss you ever again. Ever,” he told you sternly, the laughter dying off as his lips retook yours in a soft, gentle, but firm kiss.

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Prompt 8 - Bronze

@wolfstarmicrofic August 8, word count 662

Previous part First Jegulus part

Sirius sunk into their new sofa and seriously contemplated packing in the café altogether just so he could spend all day cocooned on this little bit of luxury. That was until James came barrelling in the front door with a glitter-covered gift bag. 

“No, no, no, no!” Sirius screeched when James plonked it down on the cushion and rainbow glitter showered from the bag and imbedded itself in the ridiculously soft fabric. “Remus!” He pleaded as he started to hyperventilate. Remus carefully picked up the bag and deposited it on top of one of their bills on the coffee table before grabbing the handheld hoover from the coat cupboard. Sirius didn’t think he breathed properly until every spot of glitter was diligently removed by Remus. “James Fleamont Potter, are you actively trying to kill me or have you been drinking again?” James looked at him confusedly. 

“Erm, what?”

“Brand new sofa!” Sirius pointed at the sofa. “Fairy dust from the pits of hell!” He pointed at the gift bag twinkling innocently on the coffee table. 

“What, it’s only glitter. I thought you liked sparkly things,” James held out his hands, not understanding where Sirius's rage was coming from. 

“Sweetheart, I think you’re forgetting that not everyone hates glitter the way you do and that the bag does in fact hold a gift,” Remus said gently as he stroked the back of Sirius’s neck, attempting to calm him down. 

“Shit, sorry James, it’s just a pet peeve of mine. That shit gets everywhere, and it just keeps popping up even when you haven’t had glitter in your home for months. Thank you for the kind thought though,” He said a bit sheepishly. 

“No worries,” James brushed it off. Sirius loved how easy his best friend was, he never held grudges and could generally be won back with a slice of honeycomb cheesecake and a good cup of tea. 

Sirius carefully opened the top of the gift bag, trying hard not to wince when a cascade of glitter fell off the bag when the tape snapped. He took out the rectangular item wrapped in tissue paper and stepped away from the bag, lest he get any of the shiny demon microplastic disks on his clothing. 

He tugged at the small strip of tape and unwrapped the gift. It was a wooden plaque. He flipped it over and etched onto a bronze plate were the words ‘Howlin’ at the Moon, owned by Sirius O Black & Remus J Lupin.’ With the outline of a wolf howling up at the moon. “James,” He said in awe. “It’s beautiful. Thank you,” He brushed his fingers across the lettering, tracing each letter. He spotted some odd dots beside the moon and when he looked closer he realised it was his constellation. “Canis Major,” He gasped, looking up at James. 

“I wanted it to be something really personal for you guys to put on the wall of the café as an opening gift. The wall was looking a little bare.” James beamed broadly at them. Sirius and Remus wrapped their friend in the tightest hug the two of them could give.

“You giant goofball, we love you. Can we go put it up now?” Sirius looked at Remus hoping he'd say yes. 

“That’s why I bought my drill with me,” James patted the end of the power drill poking out of his pocket. 

They walked over to the café, using the side entrance so no one would think they were open, and watched James expertly put up the plaque. They stood together and admired the shiny plaque for a while until it got too dark to see without the lights on and went home for a cheeky takeaway, kept well away from the new sofa. Sirius volunteered to take the rubbish out to the wheelie bin after they'd finished and were tidying up. He snatched that god's forsaken glitter monstrosity off the coffee table and threw it out as well. 

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Hello! I really like your work and it’s clear that you put part of your soul into it. Can I ask you to write my idea “how would Seungmin seek the reader’s attention when they are not in a relationship” or with Jooyeon. English is not my native language, I hope you understand everything. Thank you in advance!and I’m sorry that I’m writing for the second time, at first I didn’t understand how to send a request. Happy New Year!

I decide to write for both of them! I hope you like it.

Oh Seungmin & Lee Jooyeon

Summary: How they get your attention when they’re interested in you. (idol au)

WC:592

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

O.de/Seungmin

You were a long time friend of Jungsu’s. The members only knew a little about you. Mainly being from wherever Jungsu happened to mention you. Today was different though, today you got to meet the members in person when you came to see Jungsu at one of their sound checks. 

“Y/n you here!” Jungsu announced excitedly, quickly hurrying over to meet you. 

Cheesy as it may sound the second Seungmin saw you he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He watched as you trailed over with Jungsu. “Guys this is y/n. I have mentioned them a few times,” he introduces you. They all greeted you. Seungmin’s eyes were extra sparkly while doing so.

Seungmin took a bit of time before approaching you. First because he wanted to collect his thoughts and snap out of the daze you put him in. Second Gunil caught him with his not so subtle staring at you. 

“Dude, just go talk to them or do you prefer to keep staring at them like a lovesick fool,” Gunil says. He was left with no choice, but to approach you. He slowly made his way over to you. 

“Hi.” He sat next to you on one of the plastic folding chairs.

“Hi.” The small smile you gave him melted his heart. Seungmin initiates small talk with you. Casually repositioning his chair to be angled towards you. His knees accidently knock into yours from time to time. Before you leave he works up the confidence to ask for your number. Feeling over the moon when you agree. He saved your contact name with a heart. He is undeniably smitten and can’t wait to talk to you more.

Jooyeon

Despite being the menace that he is, Jooyeon is actually quite shy. That shyness made him initially pass you off as a silly little crush that would pass. Except it has now been close to three months and he still has a silly little crush on you. He begins to think of ways to approach you. He ends up running into you on a trip to the convenience store and he doesn’t know if he feels blessed or cursed. Don’t get him wrong he is extremely happy to run into you, but he has no clue on what to say.

“Hey, Jooyeon didn’t expect to see you here,” you said. 

“Yeah, just picking up some snacks.” He hopes he didn’t sound as awkward as he did in his head. 

“Me too. My friends and I are having a movie night this weekend,” you tell him. It makes him daydream about having a movie night with you. 

“Sounds fun,” he says. You nodded in response. The two of you went about your snack shopping. Jooyeon asked about what your favorite snacks were. He almost cooed at how cute he thought you looked as you excitedly showed him your favorite snacks. His mind went blank for a moment when you asked him what his favorite snacks were. 

Both of you had picked your snacks and finished paying for them. You exited the convenience store and were about to go your separate ways when Jooyeon stopped you.

“How about we have a movie night of our own sometime?” He looked down at his bag of snacks in fear of your rejection. 

“Like a date?” you questioned. 

“Or as friends! It doesn’t- whatever you want,” he panicked. 

“A date it is. Let’s set it up sometime.” With that you went your separate ways. Jooyeon practically skipping on his way home.