#head shape and arms are a lil different

[toriowlfluff]

I’m obsessed and fairly crazy about the idea of Floyd, after leaving his brothers, becoming close with big folk. (I mean how else was he captured?)

I also just love how the mount rageons look, so meet Murphey! He was a body guard while living on Mount Rageous but left after messing up on a job. He began traveling and came across a young solo artist who got himself into a heap of trouble by just being a lil troll. Reluctantly they teamed up and Murphey once more found himself protecting someone, only this time his insecurities about screwing it all up again linger in the back of his mind…

[hoshigray]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ Do Your Job, Pretty Maid~! ꒱ ˎˊ˗ | jjk men

୨୧ choso, kento, satoru, suguru, sukuna & toji × how their sweet maid takes care of them...or tries to.

contents: JJK men x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference (true form! kuna) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - masturbation - threesome - protected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - sir/Master kink - sex toys - impact play (spanking) - degradation + humiliation - clitoral play - overstimulation - more stuff specified in their respective perspectives - satoru + suguru's parts are combined.

word count: 5.2k

a. note: going on another trip for two weeks, so here's a lil present while I'm m.i.a :3

₊˚⊹♡ Kamo Chōsō ⋮ oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking + sucking) - pussy-drunk! choso - sqůirtǐng - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetie).

“Choso, please—Mmm…! We mustn’t…”

“Shhh, not so loud, sweetie…”

You cover your quivering mouth with your hands, eyebrows kneading together with toes curled inside your loafers, and thoughts running rampant at the sight of your master’s head buried within your skirt.

You were supposed to be dressing your master for an event that he’s supposed to attend, and you were almost done making him presentable for the occasion, combing his silky brown hair–usually kept in pigtails–down to his nape and spraying him with his cologne before buttoning his white loose long-sleeve. 

However, he stopped your hands at the third button, the pale skin of his pectorals present to your eyes. Swiftly, you avert your gaze to his to see what’s wrong, only to yelp when he slumps to his knees and pulls you to him by your lower half, his face nestled to the groin of your skirt. 

Of course, you tried to pull him off. “Master Choso, this is not the time!” You lecture him, trying to yank him off without messing up the hair you put so much work into making it nice and tidy! But his arms wrap around your legs tightly, pulling you in further.

“No, I can’t,” you can see the hint of pink enflaming the helixes of his ears. “I need this…need you,” his face is pushed deeper into the crevice of your thighs, the material of your apron and skirt not a bother being an obstacle. “You smell so good…”

“Choso, please, you mustn’t,” your eyes dart to the door to make sure it’s closed – thank God! “You have to get ready for the—“ Your breath hitches when a pair of caramel eyes peer in your direction, half-lidded with intentions that are NOT suitable for this time and place.

“Please, baby,” Oh God, that fucking name he calls you. You chew your lips to repress a whimper. “Just for a few minutes, okay?”

You can only take his words for what they are — an unguaranteed promise to cling to while you sit on Choso’s armchair, mewls escaping past your lips as your master ravishes you inside your skirt. 

Choso’s soft lips kiss your wet folds, a shiver rattling your spine as you struggle to compose yourself. Your legs writhe and squirm, his slender hands playing with the garters of your undergarments and grasping the flesh of your thighs. His tongue nestles in between your inner labia, swooshing and slurping whatever his tastebuds can gather. And the groans he makes as he feasts on you are utterly dumbfounding — staggering your senses as his delightful voice travels through the walls of your insides. 

Fingers scrape the arms of the chair, and your mouth falls to an ‘o’ shape, yet nothing comes out besides silent wails. His tongue flicks around your clitoris feverishly before sucking on it, and your thighs fight to jerk and clamp his head in. The noises of his feasting get louder and louder, the heat on your face picking up with every lap from the flat of his wet muscle. 

“Master Choso…!” The named brunet pushes his tongue into your entrance, and you shrill with feet lifted from the floor. “Nnnm! Not too…fast!”

“Gonna cum, sweetie?” He coos while lathering your cunt with his saliva. “Gonna be good and cum on my tongue, right?” 

“Hmmnn, no, not now!” You shake your head — not like he could see it from the barrier of your skirt. “We can’t! You have to be out there…people are waiti—Nnng!”

“I know, baby, I know,” another suck to your clit has your hands grab for the top of his head. “But cum for me this one time, ‘kay? Just one time…”

You couldn’t retort back as he pushed his tongue back inside, fucking you with the muscle to the point of balled fists. Losing balance, you slump on the chair and submit to the pleasure between your legs. Choso holds your legs by the back of your knees, pushing his face further to guzzle and play with your chasm easily. Ohhhh, shiiiit…!

“Ch-Choso, wait a minute!” You lift your skirt to stop the master, but the image of him eating you out did more bad than good. His jaw is wet from being latched to your soapy cunt, and his nose bumping to your clit forces you to twitch. “Wait, stop iiiit…!!” But it’s too late; your muscles contract more frequently than not and then begin to loosen once you hit your peak.

Your eyelids go shut, and you howl as your vagina flutters on Choso’s tongue while your urethra releases a watery substance that sprays around the vicinity of your skirt. Choso gets the better end; the clear liquid hits his face and sprinkles around your thighs and clothes. But that doesn’t stop him from sucking your essence, coating your vaginal walls and his tongue. He moans with you, your trembling figure bucking subtly while he gulps your high.

Mind is wholly fogged, yet your duties and responsibilities remain present, which is why you’re ashamed to see that the master is drenched from your arousal after you’ve put so much effort into making him look dapper — especially his hair, now it’s all messy and a bit wet! “Master, I told you to–ahhh–wait!”

Choso lifts his face and rests your legs on his shoulders, licking his lip and wiping his cheek with his sleeve — not the shirt, too! “Sorry, but you just tasted too good, cutie.”

You groan with a heavy sigh. “…Well, now I must grab a different shirt and fix your hair again. Hope you’re satisfied with yourself.”

“Guilty,” He doesn’t bother hiding the small, charming, cheeky smile; it almost made you forgive him for this endeavor.

₊˚⊹♡ Nanami Kento ⋮ sex toy; vibrator - oral (m! receiving) - masturbation - clitoral play - pet names (baby, love, sweetpea) - cameo: Shoko (phone call).

“…And that’s the report Ijichi handed regarding the last mission.”

“Good. What about from Gojo-san’s part?”

“Hmm, well, he hasn’t been…”

Was Nanami listening to the words Shoko was retelling? Sure. However, that wasn’t where his entire focus was. But then again, he has to ensure your voice isn’t picked up by his phone. After all, he’s sure you wouldn’t want his peer to know you were in the same room as him…thrusting a vibrator into your chasm while sitting on his desk.

You, his maid, came into his office to give him his typical afternoon tea, sprinkling the tea cup with warm water to exfoliate the earl grey and cream aroma. Nanami was busy on a call with Shoko, the doctor, who gave him updates on the missions that had occurred this week. A serious matter that required his attention, of course…well, most of it at least.

His eyes peer at you as you insert two sugar cubes into the tea cup and swirl them around with the spoon, noticing how eerily silent you are. How your fingers lightly tapped on the desk surface, and your lips shook slightly. And he knows why you hadn’t said a word; sure, he was on a call, but that’s not the half of it. The button he presses on the remote stuffed inside his pocket was, though, and your hand on the desk balls into a quick fist.

Now, you look to him, shaken by what he did. Trembly lips open to say, “Master…don’t do that…” 

The blonde man lifts his brows, ears deaf to what Shoko’s saying, and presses the button again. This time, your hands rush to your lips to suppress a yelp. Your thighs come together to rub against each other, a gesture that pulls a smile on Nanami’s face.

“…But that’s just typical Gojo fashion, ya know?”

“Honestly, I can’t agree more.” He says aimlessly, too observant with you in his view. “Hold on a second, Ierie-san.” He presses the mute button and crosses his arms. “What’s the matter, sweetpea?”

Knowing that you can finally speak, you whine freely while running to his chest for him to catch you. “Master, pleaseee…!” God, you can’t stop rubbing your thighs!

“What is it, love?” He brings your chin up. Good Lord, you looked so cute and desperate. “Tell me.”

“Please, can I take this off!?” You lift your skirt, and low and behold, your panties are out for display. However, the white wire from your undergarments connected to the clip-on on your garters catches the man’s eyes. “It’s too much…and I can’t work with it!”

He smirks at your complaint and rubs your cheeks. “Sit,” he points to the desk for you to sit on, and you hesitantly follow his orders. Nanami takes the mute off the call. “Sorry, Shoko, something came up on my end, and I gotta take care of it. See you tomorrow?”

“No problem, Kento. Talk to you later.”

Now, with his friend out the way, you can finally have his whole mindfulness. As you spread your legs for him, the man runs a hand through his golden locks. “Show me what’s going on, baby.”

You waste no time in taking your underwear off with your master’s assistance, rolling up to your leg. Without the cotton barrier, your lower regions show the wire stuffed inside your wet cunt. His thumbs come to spread your folds to inspect further. “Damn, you’re so wet for me.” 

Your breath hitches as Nanami swipes his fingers around your vulva, coating his digits with your wetness as your nerves are at their peak. “Master Kento, please…remove iiit…!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he says with a chuckle, pulling on the wire string ever-so-slowly. You lay on your back as the thing connected to the wire stretches your entrance, peaking out of your hole thanks to the leisure force. Biting back a moan, Nanami pulls out the soft pink bullet vibrator crammed inside your swollen chasm and leaves you breathless for a second, gripping your skirt as your legs shudder. “Look at you, so beautiful.”

“Kentoo…” your hand wraps on his, gripping your thighs. “So good…”

“Yeah, feel good?” He blows on you. “Wanted me to take care of you like always?” You nod hurriedly to his amusement, and he licks your labia for you to wail. “Mmmm, my sweetpea…” Your legs have a mind of their own as Nanami licks your aching folds, bucking lightly to the point of you essentially riding his tongue—the blonde smothers your vulva with slobber, covering your private with him and your juices. 

A free hand finds his hair to grab as you throw your head back and sigh heavily, sinking into the feeling of being eaten out by your superior. It feels way too good; after half an hour of having the vibrator stuck inside your slit, you’ve been walking around feeling nothing but sensitive to do even the most basic tasks. But now that Nanami is taking you out of your sole misery and fucks you orally, you can finally relax and experience the euphoria you’ve been yearning for.

…At least until his phone rings again, causing the man to lift his head from your legs to your dismay: another business call, this time with the boss, Yaga. Nanami’s mocha eyes dart to you, and he coos to your disheveled self. “Sorry, love, gotta take this.”

“B-But…!”

“In the meantime,” he hands you the vibrator. “Give me a show.”

You take the toy silently, begrudging, trailing it back down to your cunt for you to thrust in and out of your venture. And the moans you let out are divine to Nanami as he presses the green call button.

“Yes?… Yeah, I’m alone.”

₊˚⊹♡ Gojō Satoru & Suguru Getō ⋮ threesome - oral (m! receiving) - clitoral play (grinding + pinching) - missionary position - protected sex - pet names (baby, cutie, pumpkin, sweetie).

KNOCK–KNOCK!!

“Yo, Suguru, are you in her—WOAH!?”

“Uuugh, fuck, are you serious, Satoru? Can’t wait for me to tell you to come in?”

Oh, this had to be the worst day of your occupation life!

You weren’t supposed to be here; you were meant to be with the other maids around the fortress who needed a helping hand setting up guest rooms or preparing the feast for tonight. Today was big: your master’s best friend was coming over for the weekend. All hands on deck are necessary to make sure his attendance is welcome. Nevertheless, you end up trailing out of your tracks because your master, Getō Suguru, pulls you into his room without anyone noticing a thing. 

The action left you bewildered, especially when he greets you by smashing his lips onto yours, exchanging murmurs and soft moans with each other while his hands grope and fondle whatever part of your body can reach. Of course, you try to retaliate, telling the tall, young man that he’s a terrible host for his friend and should be out there with him! But that doesn’t sway him at all, throwing you onto his bed and unbuckling his pants with a bitten lip. “He can wait,” he says in a sing-song tune, childishly pushing off his responsibilities. “But I can’t,” he crawls on top and kisses you passionately. “Wanna play with you a little more, ‘kay, sweetie?”

And who are you to refuse his request? You submit to him and let him spread your legs…What you did NOT expect, however, as you both seemed to forget to lock the door! And it’s worse, Geto’s best friend, Gojō Satoru, is the one to catch you both in the act. Are you fucking serious?!?

Gojo closes – and locks – the door for your sake. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t knock, right?” The taller man waltzes in as if he owns the place. You, under Geto’s bow, who is shirtless and whose cock is plugged inside your chasm, hide your face away from this mortifying experience. “Plus, what kind of host are you? Leaving me out there to wait for you for fifteen minutes.” Geto rolls his eyes as the white-haired man sits on the bed. “Now, who is this taking up all your attention?”

You don’t say a single word, concealing your shamed face behind your palms. God, just kill me!

“This is the new maid I told you about,” Geto admits with a grin, kissing your ankle. “They’re a pretty little thing…Hey, baby, don’t hide when introducing yourself.” The raven-haired man removes your hands from your face to your sorrow; pairs of blue and violet eyes survey you intimately. 

Gojo coos, coming to your side. “Oh~, this is the new cute maid?” You don’t know if you like the way his gaze travels around your body, nor the way your vagina squeezes onto Geto’s girth as his friend rubs circles on your tummy. “What happened to your shirt?”

“This cutie went ahead and squirted on me,” you gawk at his blunt explanation; was there no other way to phrase that, you dummy!? “That’s why they’re a lil’ sensitive right now.”

His best friend piqued Gojo’s interest, “Is that so?” The hand on your stomach slithers down to your clitoris to grind on, and you jolt haphazardly. “Awww, you like that, princess?” Now it’s his turn to smirk mischievously. “Must be nice being used by your master, huh? And with an audience, too!” 

“N-Noo!” You gasp from a pinch to your clit. “Master Gojo, please look awa—Aiiissh!!”

“Ehhh, and miss this view?” Gojo feverishly swipes on your clitoris while pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ve been dying to meet this new, cute maid that Suguru can’t keep his eyes off. Now, I see what’s got him all hot and steamy.”

“Ahhhh, shiiit, keep getting tight…!” Geto curses under his breath, snapping his hips to your tight slit. “Hmmm, I think they’re starting to like ya, too, Satoru.”

“Really? Aren’t you just adorable,” the snow-headed man claims your lips with his, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to drown. You whimper as he sucks on yours, toes curling as he cups and gropes your chest. “Fuck, so sweet…Hold on, lemme have a turn.” 

Geto clicks his teeth. “You can wait, fucker. I’m trying to finish here.”

Gojo rolls his eyes yet straightens up to unzip his pants. “Fine then…Hey, pumpkin, can you suck me off a bit?” The taller man whips out his erection from the slide of his pants and boxers, and your mind nearly goes to a halt at the sight of the curved limb.

“Go on, don’t wanna leave our guest waiting, right?” Geto does nothing to make this situation any easier to go through, rutting his pelvis into you frantically to chase his orgasm. You are left with no choice and open your mouth with a loose jaw, and Gojo takes the initiative to insert his cock inside. “That’s my baby…Hnngh!”

Gojo fucks your face with a slow start before his flow follows with his dark-headed companion. The curve of his dick fills your mouth so much that your head gets fuzzier as he keeps thrusting into your lips. “Shiit, that feels good,” he murmurs above you, cradling your head gently as he stuffs your lips with himself.

The commotion on both ends of your body only furthers the headache forming and the heat from below flourishing all around. Still sensitive to your own high, your brain turns into mush, and you’re numb to the stimulation between your legs. Jesus, this was too much to keep up with; closing your eyes to help yourself succumb to the use of your body and allow the pleasure to course through. 

Geto watches from above and loves every second of it. The picture of you taking in his best friend’s cock while he fucks you good and deep is so good. Your mewls are muffled because of the length between your lips, yet music to the men’s ears. “Fuuuck, I’m going to…Oh shiiiit…!” Your master can’t stop hammering his erect limb into you, flexing his abs erratically until he nearly gives way to his knees and busts into the rubber shielding his load. His frame shivers with every jerk, making sure every bit of his come is excruciated out of him.

Gojo takes it all in with a whistle. “Ahhhh, damn, that looks hot as hell.”

“Mmmph, you…have no idea,”  The other man sniggers with a shaken head, sluggishly taking out his dick with the condom filled with his semen. After he takes it out and wraps the rubber, he throws a wrapped one to the snow-headed other. “Alright, time to switch.” The tall men share a look and switch places, Gojo now taking his place between your legs while Geto taps your lips with his girth until you suck him in. 

If only the bed could swallow you away from this bizarre scenario!

₊˚⊹♡ Ryōmen Sukuna ⋮ impact play (spanking) - [anal] fingering (f! receiving) - humiliation + degradation - Master kink - pet names (little dove) - mention of drool and tears.

“—Khhhh!! Ahhhh!! Owwww!!”

“Yeah, that’s right, cry for me, bitch.”

It’s not unusual for a handmaiden to be reprimanded for bad behavior or not adequately doing their tasks. However, if you’re serving the King of Curses, Lord Ryōmen Sukuna, those corrections are likely to happen more often than not. 

Imagine it: you’re bent over Sukuna’s massive legs, thighs so big and strong that you’re purchased with security if the firm hand gripping your wrists together wasn’t enough. Your skirt propped up, and your panties slid down to your knees, exposing your bare ass to the cool air of his chambers. However, that is swiftly transitioned to piercing heat and pain in seconds.

A hand comes striking down to your asscheeks — that had to be the twelfth time within these exact two minutes. The skin of your butt is nothing but hot; the man can feel it as he hovers the hand above them, making you shiver. Unpleasant tingling sensations course through the flesh, worsening with every new hit. And your throat is getting dry by how much you’ve been screaming. There is no way the other workers of this fortress haven’t heard your cries by now; you’re sure to be scrutinized by Uraume later today. Unbelievable…

Another smack to your butt pulls a yelp from your system, your body instinctively jolting from another rush of pain! Damn the huge lower left hand holding your wrists together. “—Hahh! Lord Sukuna, please! I beg you, please forgi—Iiiee!!”

“That’s all you’re good at, huh?” A dark chortle adds weight to your ongoing suffering. “Just begging and crying after I caught you being the little slut you are.”

Fuck, this couldn’t get any more humiliating enough. “My Lord, I’m so sorry for—Ahhckk!!” Another slap to your ass; this time, his nails dig into your flesh to extend your pathetic howl. And the thick digits of his lower right hand vigorously wiggle inside your vagina. You know your ass is going to be sore after this…

“Sorry for what: being a dumb clutz for knocking into things and breaking glasses left and right?” He bends to your ear to speak, and your inner walls squeeze his fingers helplessly. “Or going inside my room and touching things without permission?”

“I apologize for overstepping—Mmmph?!” 

“Goddamn, so fucking loud, you fucking pig.” Sukuna stuffs two fingers of his upper right hand into your mouth, lips involuntarily sucking onto them. Now, he lets your wrists go to watch them grab hold of his pants; the sight of your nails scratching onto them like reins strokes his ego. Nothing makes him gloried than seeing a little thing like you break bit by bit in his presence.

Your whines are muffled; the only time an attempt to keep you quiet was made. Cruel of him to do as his fingers relentlessly rub your texture, and he inserts his thumb into your asshole to enfold the same pleasurable torture. 

“Tell me, little dove, what excited you more: silently masturbating while sniffing my clothes on my bed,” tears form in your eyes from a harsh smack to your ass. “Or me catching you in the act? Because you didn’t seem to stop once you saw me.”

Please don’t talk about it! You can only complain within your thoughts, forced to listen to your misbehavior as a maid. And it’s torturous enough that your holes are clamping onto his fingers like crazy, eyes rolling to your skull from the scrape of your upper wall and the push and pull in your rear end. 

“Go ahead, you dirty whore.” The emphasis on the last word makes you twitch. “Admit how big of a slut you are in front of your Master, how you’re good for nothing than to act like a bitch in heat.” A soft ‘pop’ leaves your lips as he removes his fingers. “Go on.”

“—Nndaahh! I’m so sorry, Master, I’m so—Ohhhh!!” Sukuna’s fingers in your chasm curl, his fingertips scratching your insides mercilessly. 

“I didn’t say ask for forgiveness,” He scoffs.

It’s no use; the more you try to delay this, the dizzier you get. “… You’re right, master! I-I’m nothing but a sorry excuse of a maid who’s only—fuuuck!–only g-good at breaking things and not following orders!”

“And?” You can only imagine the most patronizing look he’s giving you. 

“A-And…acting like a total slut that likes to be—Mmmm!!” Sukuna rubs your hot, stinging butt, removing his thumb to switch with another pair of fingers to tease your anus. “L-Likes to be used like a fucktoy by Master…!”

He purrs at your confession. “There you go; wasn’t that hard being honest, right?” The fingers in your ass and cunt go erratic, your shrieks returning to bounce off the walls. “Exactly that, a worthless maid who thinks about nothing but their whorish self. Not even bothering hiding how much you’re enjoying this…”

You wish he were lying; however, he was right on the mark. You’re nothing but a good-for-nothing maid who’s getting off to being reprimanded by your own master. And the fact that you cry out to your lower half spasms to his touches and concede to your orgasm doesn’t help your case. “Taahhh, ahaahhnn, ohhhshit, so good…!”

Your entire frame quivers on him, crying out loud as your crescendo shakes your whole being to your very core. Drool has long escaped your mouth, tears streaming down your face, and your hands gripping his pants. Jesus Christ, this felt way too good! 

Sukuna clicks his teeth and pushes you off of his legs, your limp and dazed figure falling to the floor with no grace. “Tch, unbelievable. You really got a good high out of that, huh?” He looks to his lower left hand, which is smothered with your fluids.

“Haaahh, forgive me, Master…” Your throat is too weak and dry to utter sentences. But that doesn’t matter since Sukuna drags you back up to your knees by the scruff of your neck. Your eyes watch him unzip his pants and widen at the picture of his cocks springing out of his underwear.

“Quit speaking nonsense and do your job, you whore of a maid.”

₊˚⊹♡ Fushiguro Tōji ⋮ oral (m! receiving) - face+ throat-fucking - sir kink - musturbation (f! receiving) - facials - pet names (baby, doll[face], sweetheart).

“Hnnmm…ahhh shit, yeah, just like that.”

You chew your lips and swallow thickly. “Are you sure about this, Master?”

Forest green eyes peer down and pair with a crude grin. “Never said otherwise, baby. So keep goin’, yeah?”

“Yes…sir.” Your cheeks heat up, and your hands continue to stroke the erect shaft in your grasp.

A nice shower before heading for bed always hits the spot; nothing more rewarding than that after a day of going through hell and back. However, in Toji’s case, he loves them a lot more when you’re taking care of him and scrubbing his body clean of the stress and grit that taxed him during the day. 

And that means scrubbing all of him.

You were on your knees on the tiled bathroom floor while Toji sat on the rim of the bathtub, situated between his damp legs as his body was wet from the hot steaming water of the tub. Supposedly, you were meant to take care of his laundry while he was showering and bathing. However, at the moment, your hands were grasping onto his erection, coated in soap, smearing it onto every dent and crevice of his groin.

You can’t tell what’s making your head fuzzy: the warmth within this bathroom or watching the tip of Toji’s dick being sheathed in and out of his foreskin as you jerk him off. What you do know is that the latter was too irresistible to marvel at, causing your stomach to do knots and the heat between your legs to twitch your insides. How embarrassing to be aroused by such a situation in front of your superior of all people! 

And the worst part is the tiny glimpses you catch of your master panting and moaning because of your touch. His deep voice produces the most salacious noises as your fingers scrape around the glans to clean — you’ve been chewing on your lip nonstop because of them. The way you knead his balls with care has him hiss, and you nearly jump when he places his wet hand on your clothed shoulder.

Toji chuckles lowly, “Fuck, doin’ so good, doll.” He groans when you pour water onto his cock, cleansing the limb entirely with another dose. “Mmmm, feels good.” 

His praise comments make you bite your cheek. “I’m glad you’re pleased, Master. You’re all clean.”

An onyx brow is lifted. “I don’t think I’m all clean yet.” Your look of confusion humors him, even after he grabs ahold of his length to tap the tip with your mouth, and your eyes widen. “Still haven’t felt that mouth of y’rs, hon.” Your mouth opens to reject, but another tap to your lips halts you from saying any words. “C’mon, sweetheart; no one’s ‘round to stop you. Plus, you know how I like bein’ sucked off.”

He doesn’t leave you any room to argue your way out of this, not to mention how close his dick is to your face. “…Yes, sir.” No words are said after that as you begin to lend him your service, coating your tongue with spit to drizzle from the top to watch it slide down his shaft. All for you to swirl around the cockhead before loosening your jaw and intaking his tip with a hum. And the older man coos with a head back, “Good girl…Mmmm…”

You bob your head steadily, taking him inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. While one hand massages his balls and the other strokes him, you suck and dirty his limb with your saliva. Ironic, isn’t it: doing as your master commands in making his cock “clean” by giving him a fellatio in the bathroom? The way you mewl as the underside of his cock brushes the flat of your tongue is crazy, and you can feel the squeeze of your vulva worsening as time goes on.

Your hips sway on their own the more you suck on Toji, getting more light-headed from sensing his cock pulsate inside your oral cavity. And he chortles again, “Heh, enjoyin’ y’rself?” You moan as he bends down to grope your ass above your skirt, certainly aware that you’re getting more aroused.  “What’re ya gonna do ‘bout that?”

The tip of his cock is released with the ‘pop’ of your lips, and your eyes lidded with bashful want. “Sir, may I please…finger myself?” Holy hell, your heart was pounding like crazy, even with how his spring-green eyes pierced through you. 

You gasp lightly when he grabs your hand and licks your fore and middle fingers, covering them thoroughly with his slobber. “Go on,” he sucks on your digits before spitting them out. “Go wild, baby.” You nod before slurping his cock back into your mouth while your damp fingers venture down to your skirt and push your panties aside to insert them inside your vagina. Your whimpers are too cute to ignore, and Toji finally stands up to change the pace.

While your fingers curl and scratch the heat of your inner walls, Toji grabs for your head to fuck your face, the cadence growing more than mediocre. This time around, he’s busying your throat and face so much with the push of his pelvis that you can’t think straight. The sound of his balls hitting your chin is all you can hear, and your spit pooling around the ring of your lips is too raunchy to comprehend. 

“Haaahhh, shit,” he curses from above, snapping his hips to go deeper into your mouth. “Shit, use that tongue, use—Mmmph…! Fuuuck, yeah, just like that.”

The praises fuel the rhythm of your fingers to go faster, rubbing on your texture as much as you can and your clit grinding against the bottom of your palm. Yet, it seems you can’t fully get off, though. Because of how full your mouth was with how fast Toji was slamming his cock inside your mouth, all you can think about is his length buried inside your vagina and reaching deep to kiss your cervix. Just thinking about it causes you to grip your fingers tighter.

“Ahhh, damnit, right there…!” The raven-headed man grits his teeth with the flex of his abdomen tightening, and his ruts increase. And before you know it, Toji rips his member out of your lips and fists his shaft until his load is expelled. White substance showers onto your face, landing on your nose and cheek, and bits drip down to stain your shirt. You gasp aloud before taking his tip to suck on again, stroking his pulsing dick until his hips stop bucking.

“Guess you’re all dirty, too, huh.” He sniggers and massages your cheeks. “But we got all night to clean ya up real good. Right, dollface?”

A soft noise leaves as you withdraw from his cock and place chaste kisses. “Yes, sirrr…”

“Good girl. Now, take off that skirt of y’rs.”

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[ssahotchnerr]

possible idea for married hotch since you asked for requests😋 (and cause i love your writing)

maybe one where he gets injured and with the rest of the bau he’s just brushing it off but when wifey pulls up? different story.

he’s just all 🥺🥺 at her and the team is like wtaf?

also can i be 🌊 anon pretty please?

healing touches

i love that 🥺🥺🤕 cw; bau fem!reader, established relationship (hehe they're soooo in love), injury/blood descriptions, aaron being stubborn🙄, playful banter, fluff <333

The first SUV arrived back at the police department after apprehending the unsub. Morgan, JJ and Prentiss walked inside, pulling their vests off in sync.

You might have been mistaken, but their gazes immediately locked onto you as they removed their protective gear. Their stares were almost unsettling, as if they knew something you didn’t, and were waiting to see the rest unfold. Unease filled you from head to toe.

"Hey," you stacked a few files together, placing them down. "How'd it go? Did you get him?"

"Yeah, 'course we did." Morgan sauntered over, dropping his vest onto the table with a thud.

"Well," Emily added, a slight grimace on her face. "Not without putting up a relentless fight. It wasn't pretty, I'll tell you that."

A bad feeling formed in your gut. Even Spencer's attention was gained, his head lifting from his book.

"What do you me-"

Your words were interrupted by Aaron and JJ walking in. JJ, perfectly fine. Aaron on the other hand, was moving at a much slower speed than normal, definitely banged up with a fair amount of blood present on his face.

Your eyes widened in alarm, meeting him halfway.

"Oh my god, Aaron. Are you okay?" You immediately unstrapped his vest for him, tucking it under your arm. The lessening pressure seemed to help some, light tension lifting from his body.

Your hand raised to cup his jaw, moving it gently to observe the damage. There was definitely a developing bruise underneath his right eye, his forehead and cheek were both littered with scrapes of all shapes and sizes. Aaron winced when his head reached a particular angle, and it wasn't a subtle wince either. It was a startling jolt, agonizing pain obvious.

But it was at your touch, and your presence, that his eyes softened. The stagnant sharpness dissolving as he looked at you with a tenderness that was almost too raw to hide. You pulled back to get a better look at him as whole, ensuring he was fully intact.

"He's 'fine', in case you were wondering. Only told us 'bout a million times." Morgan added air quotes, sitting down and kicking his feet onto the table. "Refused medical attention, even."

"Manners." You swatted his foot, causing him to lower them before turning back to Aaron. You tutted at him softly, "You did? After that lil stunt you just pulled?"

"Well... I guess it is starting to hurt more now."

"I wonder why," JJ commented humorously under her breath, hiding her smile with her palm. Additionally, Emily and Derek gave him a look.

You quickly reached into your bag, riffling through it until you found your handy tube of Neosporin. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

Aaron didn't argue, didn't utter a single word as he followed you to the bathroom like a lost puppy. Once inside the small space you maneuvered him back against the sink, washing your hands next.

"That was stupid of you." You wet a paper towel, dabbing his cuts and ridding of any dry blood, once again causing him to flinch at the touch. You pulled the towel away, pausing a moment, before resuming gently. "Even if you think you're not in need of getting checked out, please do, for my sake at least. I'd like my husband to stay in one piece if possible."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"What happened?"

"We were clearing the grounds and he managed to catch me by surprise," Aaron huffed out, evidently annoyed at himself. "I should have seen it coming. Seen him in the shadows, reacted faster."

"Baby, you may think you have the invincibility of Superman, but you don't. You're human, it's okay to miss things every once and a while." You reassured him softly, tossing the towel aside and moving onto the Neosporin. After dabbing some onto your index finger, you began blotting it thoroughly onto the cuts. "Which I'm fine with, by the way, you're much better looking."

"Yeah?" A laugh escaped Aaron, but his chuckle was interrupted by the twinge in his ribcage, the entirety of it shooting up in pain.

"I'm sorry," you gasped gently, guilt sweeping through you.

"It's fine, 'm fine." He breathed out through his teeth, his jaw clenching momentarily, until the pain subsided. "I'm okay sweetheart. Now c'mon, your face is far too pretty to look that worried."

Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes frantically searching his face.

"Really. So I'm a little bruised up, I've been through far worse."

You sighed, not entirely convinced. "Fine. But when we get home tomorrow," your eyes narrowed slightly, pointing the Neosporin at him as a 'threat'. "You're resting. Come hell or high water."

"Deal."

"I'm happy you're okay." Suddenly emotional, tears dared to spill from your eyes. They stalled at your waterline, completely blurring your vision. You hated to see him in pain, and the reminder of past events didn't help. "Don't scare me like that."

"C'mere," Aaron raised his arms, gesturing for you to come close.

"I don't want to hurt you-"

"Come here."

You took a step forward, not raising your arms to potentially inflict pain, but rest your body against his. Your face found home in the crook of his neck, while his arms did wrap around you. Not as tight as usual, but enough to hold you and not hurt.

"I'm fine," he kissed the side of your head. "And I have my girl to thank for that. Although, you did miss a spot."

"I did? Where?" You pulled back, beginning to unscrew the tube's cap but Aaron's hand stopped you.

"Right here." He pointed to his lips, playing up the 'anguish' in his eyes. "Hurts real bad."

Your lips tugged into a smile, leaning in and offering him a short, sweet kiss.

"That's all I get?"

You playfully rolled your eyes before giving his lips another quick kiss. He chased your lips, but you pulled back, keeping just out of reach.

"Want a longer one? Get medical attention next time."

[dark-l-angel]

Omg love you know what I have been thinking of? You know that trend on TikTok of filling a t-shirt with painted missed on some type of symbol ?

A while ago I saw a girl putting her paint kisses on a Batman symbol shape, and I just thought of dick grayson’s reaction.

I’m not one for cheesy things, but I just imagine doing that shirt for him (with a nightwing symbol ofc) and I just know he would be over the moon 😭

A/N : a full lineup of Batboys(and Daddy Bat himself) getting gifted a shirt with a symbol kissed all over by you? Each one uniquely marked with your lips? That's not love... that's psychological warfare wrapped in soft cotton.

Batfam x Reader - making them a kiss-painted shirts

You didn’t mean to start a war. Really.

It began as a silly idea, something you saw on TikTok: paint your lips, kiss a symbol onto a shirt, and gift it to someone you love.

So naturally… you made five.

Five shirts. Five symbols. Five completely different reactions.

Dick Grayson :

You saved his for last. Blue paint, the Nightwing symbol sketched lovingly across the chest. Every inch of it smudged with perfect, pouty kisses.

You don’t even get a full sentence out before he scoops you off the ground like you weigh nothing.

"You kissed the bird?"

"I kissed it a lot."

"You kissed the bird."

He’s spinning you in the kitchen, laughing like a man who just got proposed to.

"I’m never washing this shirt. I’m wearing it to bed. I'm wearing it to my funeral. Babe, you just made me a relic."

He takes a photo of it next to his abs. Posts it. Captions it: "She kissed me. On the bird. I win."

Jason Todd

You’re not sure how he’ll react, so you play it cool. His shirt is black, the bat symbol in red, your kisses in blood-red paint like lipstick stains on a crime scene.

He stares.

Long.

Silent.

Then:

"You do realize I’m gonna wreck this shirt jerking off to the idea of you doing it, right?"

You smack his arm. He grins like the menace he is and tosses it over his shoulder.

"Make me one with your real lipstick next time. And wear nothing but heels and a red lingerie while doing it."

Tim Drake

You hand him his shirt during one of his 3 a.m. caffeine binges, expecting a distracted glance.

Nope.

His tired eyes snap wide the second he registers the symbol… covered in crimson lip prints.

"Wait. Wait. You did this? With your mouth?"

He holds it like it’s a sacred text.

"This is… statistically speaking, the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me. Do you have any idea what this’ll do to my oxytocin levels?".

You shrug. He immediately pulls you into his lap, shirt in one hand, your waist in the other.

"New rule. You don’t do arts and crafts for anyone but me."

Damian Wayne

You had to custom-print a tiny “R” logo for his, but it’s the only one with perfectly centered, crimson kisses all around it.

When you give it to him, he squints. Tilts his head.

"Did you damage your lips during this process?"

"No?"

"Hmm. Then I suppose I have no objection."

He immediately puts it on.

And doesn’t take it off.

For like, two days.

You catch him in the mirror, touching one of the kiss marks with the barest hint of a smirk.

"You have excellent aim, Beloved."

Bruce Wayne

Now this one? You expected confusion. Embarrassment. A gruff "thank you."

What you didn’t expect was the silence.

He stares at the bat symbol covered in red lips. Your lips.

He touches one with his gloved fingers like it's sacred.

"…You kissed every inch of it."

"Yeah."

"On purpose."

"Yeah, Bruce, that was kind of the point."

He sets the shirt down. Walks to you. Cups your face like you’re the only thing in the world not made of shadows.

"Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

Needless to say… he doesn’t wear it in public.

But he keeps it in the Batcave.

Right next to his suit.

Framed.

The conclusion my lovely lil kitten is:

no. You didn’t mean to start a war.

But now they’re all in quiet competition, seeing who gets the most kisses next time. Jason’s trying to make you paint his helmet. Tim’s trying to code a program that lets him detect how many lip marks are truly present. Dick’s commissioning a second shirt. Damian’s been spotted sketching his own designs for "future projects with your mouth" and Bruce? Bruce just added a lock to the Batcave display case.

You win, baby.

You always do.

[exqorcism]

A LITTLE BIT DANGEROUS,

:¨ ·.· ¨: stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsister!reader 𝜗𝜚 `· . 𐙚 warnings. stepcest. public sex. oral (f!receiving). fingering. nasty dirty talk ː for livie &&& tasha ♡

your step-brother, nicholas, had a weird addiction to your pussy. maybe it was the way you tasted, maybe it was your intoxicating smell; or maybe it was the sweet, little noises — so much different from your usual demanding and sugar-coated voice — that had him on his knees every time you spread your legs for him. one look, it was all it took; the soft flutter of your lashes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, twirling a piece of hair around your finger — and he already knew what you wanted.

the worst thing? he wanted it just as much.

that's how you found yourself here — legs spread in the air in a pretty v shape, with nicholas' veiny arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling onto the floor from your spot on the kitchen counter. with the party going on outside, the house was fully empty, except for the two of you, lingering in the kitchen for long; not long enough for your family to get suspicious and come look for you, though.

it was a beautiful and peaceful evening in california; the sun was just hiding behind the horizon, coating the skies in pretty pink and orange hue. your uncle's loud voice echoed through the garden, along with mixed voices and laughter from both yours and nicholas' families. or, should you say just — your family?

your little black dress rested on your upper thighs, swirling in the light wind as you moved around the garden to greet the guests. nicholas stood there, chatting with some friend of his you didn't have an opportunity to meet yet, looking as handsome as ever in his tank top and beige pants — something so basic, yet so good on him. nicholas' tan skin seemed to glow in the setting sun, the veins on his arms more prominent than ever as he flexed his muscles, stretching his arms over his head.

you found yourself twirling a piece of your perfectly curled hair around your finger, leaning on your elbows so that he could get a sneak of your boobs if he looked long enough; your fingers ghosting over the rim of your glass as you stared at your step-brother absently. his dark eyes met yours every now and then, sending you a clear message — right there and then, he wanted this; no, he needed this. needed you. the consequences be damned.

"shit, nick— someone could walk in—", you stutter, pushing his face closer towards your pussy absentmindedly, and you hear him chuckle against your mound at your weak protest. the vibration sends a spark of electricity down your spine, and you can't control the moan that slips past your lips as nicholas' mouth closes around your clit. his nails dig into your thighs almost painfully, but you're too high up to care — all you can think about is him, right there, right now, kneeling in front of you and devouring you as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"for someone who talks so much, you're ridiculously quiet now", nicholas teases between licks, manoeuvring between short, precise flicks of his tongue and long swipes that have you clutching on the counter until your knuckles turn white. as much as you hate him for his cockiness and carelessness, you can't bring yourself to care, not now. with his tongue circling around your clenching hole, dipping in just barely to feel you clench around the muscle, and your legs beginning to shake where he holds them open, the bitchy reply dies in your throat.

"what is it, lil' sis? does your big brother's tongue feel good on your little pussy? she just needs to be taken care of, yeah? you poor little thing," nicholas coos softly, his voice sickly sweet, dripping with a fake sincere that has you gripping the counter tighter.

"such a shame you're such a dirty, pathetic whore."

tears spring to your eyes at the pure obscenity of his words, and you shake your head, teeth sinking in your bottom lip as you throw your head back. as much as nicholas' remarks annoy you, you can't deny they also make the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to burst just as he chuckles into you, clearly amused by your fucked-out state. you can't help the shameless moan that slips past your dry throat as you fight to free your legs from the painful grip he has on you.

"ni— nickkk," you beg quietly, hoping he'd catch the hint just as your mother's voice echoes through the garden, getting dangerously close to the balcony door. you straighten your posture, both hands in nicholas' hair now to get him to stop, hoping he'd listen, just like you know he can.

but your step-brother seems to know exactly what you need, even if you don't say it directly. he redoubles his effort, sucking your clit into his mouth while groaning into you, fingers digging into your sensitive skin. his dark eyes glimmer with satisfaction and something darker, something that has your toes curling and back arching. you're moaning into the summer air, rocking your hips back and forth against nicholas' face as his tongue swirls around your nub.

"such a naughty, dirty slut, aren't you, sis?," nicholas teases, smacking his lips together when he pulls away for a breath, licking away the string of saliva that connects him to the heaven that is your sloppy pussy — his own step-sister's pussy, the very one he craves for every night, he realises. with the thought blooming in his head, and a newfound determination, he lets go of your thigh and gets up from where he's kneeling on the floor, standing between your legs as two of his fingers slip into your hole. you slap your hand over your mouth when he curls them inside you, immediately beginning to fuck into you with a force that has you dangerously close to the edge.

"oh shit— nick, fuck— oh, i'm gonna come," you cry out, pulling nicholas' neck to lick at his jaw and mouth, tasting yourself on his face as he groans into the air, his thumb finding your clit as he rubs it gently — a sharp contrast to the toughness of his fingers working inside you. you're not allowed to cum, you know, he has to give you a verbal permission, and you're a well-trained little sister for your older brother. so you hold it in, pulling nicholas down for a sloppy kiss, your moans swallowed by his sinful lips on yours as he kissed you with just as much vigour, pushing your hips down with his free hand when you started to wiggle against his body.

"you wanna cum, sissy?," nicholas teases lowly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth lewdly, his fingers curling upward until you feel like crying from the overwhelming pleasure. you nod the best you can, nails scratching on the back of his neck until you're sure you'll leave marks there. good.

"you know what good girls say when they want to cum, baby. don't you? c'mon, sweetness," he urges, and you feel his smell invade your senses, his voice and the sound of your squelching wetness filling the small, orange-hued space. "you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah?"

nicholas' hand finds your jaw, making you pout your lips as you look up at him through your lashes, swallowing your pride the moment you meet his demanding gaze.

"fuck, yes— wanna be your good girl, shittt! please, nick", you cry out. as you feel the wetness cling to your inner thighs your cheeks grow hot, tears springing in the corners of your eyes as he smiles cruelly, kissing your pouting mouth wetly.

"hmm, not quite good enough, sissy," he teases again, smirking to himself when he feels you tighten around his fingers. he rubs your clit furiously, his whole body pressing against yours to ensure you don't fall onto the wooden floor. "say it."

you hiccup, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, your nails digging into his bicep. the feeling of his muscles clenching under your touch is your unraveling as you fall forward, but nicholas' hand wraps around your throat firmly to make sure you keep your watery eyes on him.

"please, big brother, wanna cum f'you," you whine pathetically, choking on your breath when nicholas' thumb presses on your pulse point, his eyes dark as he studies your angelic expression.

"that's my girl, fuck," he growls lowly, speeding up his ministrations on your pussy as the wet, squelching sounds fill the thick air, making the tips of your ears turn red with humiliation. you hate it how easily he takes control over you, hate it when he makes the tables turn and leaves you trembling under his intense eyes. you let out a strangled moan, feeling your hole flutter as your tight canal swallows nicholas' fingers again, again and again—

"cum for me, sis. let me see you come f'me, yeah, give me allll you got," he coos, letting go of your neck to give your covered breast a firm squeeze, and it's all it takes. your cries and nicholas' groan echo through the kitchen as you come on his fingers, hard. you soak nicholas' hand as some transparent liquid squirts out of your clenching hole, dripping down his arm and onto the wooden floor.

he works you through the waves of your orgasm, mumbling incoherent words into the air — but they aren't meant for you to hear. your eyes are heavy when nicholas lifts his hand to tap his soaked fingers against your bottom lip, his gaze softer now, affection mixed with a hint of authority.

"suck yourself off my fingers, baby. if you do good, maybe, maybe i'll fuck your pretty little throat later, yeah?".

❦ 𝐇𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 © series masterlist. (to be updated) inbox for stepbro!nicholas — open. feedback is always deeply appreciated ! check my masterlist for all of my work. ⭒ ⭒ ⭒

tags (taglist here). @iamsebastiansstan @urlitttlevenicebitch my babies! @deepsthroats @niteskysx @motherismotheringggg @blackynsupremacy @nicholaslut @nickchavezs @sexyblkmf @emluvsuxo @lalavenderangel @greengoblinswifey

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[saphiccarma]

Hailo! Can I get a Agatha x Reader where Reader makes lunch for Agatha in the cutest wat possible (maybe little notes, heart shaped sandwiches and more)? Agatha feeling loved so she proceeds to fuck Reader after work

- Love Notes

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary - Agatha had a bad habit of forgetting to pack lunches and so you took it into your hands to fix that. Agatha decides to show you how much she appreciates it.

Warnings: counter sex, strap on (r receiving), lil' bit of nipple play (r receiving)

A/N: this prompt was such a cute mix of sweet and then smut and i love it. it's a bit short, but i'm actually pretty happy with it

Detective Harkness had been your girlfriend for a short amount of time, and you loved every second of it. Ranging from all aspects of her. Her harsh words that had an underlying, and hard to detect, but caring tone. The way her lips would softly nibble on every inch of your skin, her lips worshiping you several times a week. It was perfect.

You had just moved in with her, your stuff was already mostly strewn around her house by that point, but moving the rest of your belongings made it official. Since you first moved in, you learned that she had a tendency to forget to bring lunch to work with her. You made it your personal mission to fix that.

It started simple, just throwing together whatever leftovers were in the fridge, but it didn't take long for you to put more care into it. Little sandwiches that you cut into heart shapes. You made sure to prepare them late at night so that it would be a surprise in the morning. You also tucked notes into her bag. Sometimes they were long, filled with tender words and ended with a sweet heart, but other times they were just short messages that had a smiley face. It all depended on how tired you were the night before.

You couldn't quite tell if she liked it, but that didn't stop you from continuing with your gesture of love. A couple of times you made the notes dirty, words that got you into trouble the instant Agatha got home. If you were in the right mood, then you would make her a homecooked meal the night before or buy her chocolates from the store on your way home. And even if she didn't openly show it, you could tell that Agatha secretly adored it.

Humming softly, you swayed your hips as you layered different toppings onto the sandwich bread. It was toasted so that the edges were a perfect golden brown and butter was smeared all over it. A chicken breast sizzled on the stove next to you while you chopped up lettuce before putting it onto the bread. It was followed up by fresh avocado, sliced into perfect lines. While you waited for the protein to finish cooking, you grabbed a toothpick out of one of the drawers. A pink piece of paper already sat next to you, cut into a tiny heart, and you glued it to the toothpick.

Faintly, you registered the front door closing, but you were too focused on the song stuck in your head. That was until familiar arms wrapped around your waist. A surprised gasp left you as you turned around, a light smile on your face.

"Hey," you greeted, pleasantly surprised to see Agatha home already. She wasn't supposed to be here for another few hours. Yet her arms were wrapped around you, and you could smell her warm amber smell that drifted around. Her hair, out of its usual ponytail, tickled your neck as she pressed her lips onto yours. She tasted of day-old coffee and the chocolates you threw in her lunch box last minute. Her tongue swiped against your lower lip and you instantly melted into her.

“I missed you,” her words were low, her voice husky, “Do you know how sweet you are?”

As she pushed herself closer you felt something hard press against you. A small gasp left you when Agatha jutted her hips slightly, her strap prodding at you. Had she been wearing it all day? She smirked against your lips, spinning you around and shoving you against the counter, her hands on your hips and lips never leaving yours.

Your hands fumbled to find the stove crank as you realized the mood she was in, even though she hadn't said a word, and you turned it until you heard the fire go out. The chicken sizzled lightly but you hardly cared.

"Hi," she murmured, pulling back, "You're so sweet, y'know that?" Her hands trailed up to cup your breasts and you let out a stuttered moan. You were wearing only a tank top, one worn thin because of the years you've had it, and she could easily feel how your nipples already pebbled beneath her touch. She kissed you fervently, the action filled with passion and love.

Her thumb swiped over your hard nipple just as her tongue did the same to your lower lip again, "You are an absolute delight, so beautiful, so perfect." Agatha moved her lips to press quick little pecks down your jaw and neck, sucking a couple times and scraping with her teeth. Your hands gripped the counter for purchase, struggling to stay upright with her intoxicating touch trailing all of over you. Pinching your nipple once more, drawing a small yelp out of you, Agatha spun you around quickly once more, your stomach being pressed into the cold marble material.

Agatha pushed you down so that your face was held down and right against the chilly surface. You could hear her pants unzipping and her strap popped out to poke at you. A little gasp left you. She bent down so that her front was pressed against your back.

"Let me show you how much I adore you." Her words were whispered against your neck, breath hot and lips biting down on your soft skin. You whimpered softly, your hips shifting as she tugged your pants and panties down. Even after just a few minutes, you were positively dripping, liquid slowly sliding down your thighs. The cold air blasted against your skin, and you shivered slightly but hardly had time to focus on that as her strap poked at your entrance.

There was hardly a moment before she snapped her hips and thrust into you. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned into the counter. The strap hit your spot just right, the ridges and texture rubbing against your walls just right as Agatha pumped in and out at a brutal pace. Her hands kept you pinned to the counter even as you squirmed and whined. Not that you wanted it to stop. It was wonderful, her strap being driven in and out of you, but it wasn't enough. Not enough to cum anyway.

Just when you were about to beg for more, Agatha's hand left your hip and rounded to swipe through your folds, drawing another loud moan from you. Her fingers swiped across your clit and your hips bucked. She toyed with your clit for a moment before bending down and sucking the sensitive skin on your neck. Her teeth bit slightly, marking her claim on you, and her digits pushed harshly onto your clit.

With Agatha's strap being rammed in and out of you at a rapid pace, her fingers constantly tickling your clit and nails lightly scrapping, and her lips teasing the column of your neck. It was more than enough to make your orgasm build rapidly inside of you. Your stomach clenched and your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the counter. Stuttered moans and broken whines left you as your orgasm came close.

"Aggie," you whined, although you hardly had to say anything for her to know you were close. Based on the ways your walls fluttered around her fake cock and your sounds became more high-pitched and desperate. "Please, please, please, please-"

"Go on," she cooed, her voice soft and filled with so much adoration, "Go ahead, sweet girl, let go."

That was all it took for you to cum. Your high felt like pure pleasure and everything in you tensed up, muscles locking up as you came around Agatha's strap, your moan echoing throughout the small apartment kitchen. And you expected her to stop, to pull out as your muscles started to relax, but she didn't. Agatha's fingers twirled your clit between the pads of her thumb and pointer finger and her pace didn't let up. You bordered on the edge of overstimulation, her touch quickly becoming too much way too fast.

You whimpered, hand grasping desperately at her wrist in attempt to get her to stop, "Aggie- too much. Too much." All she did was laugh and continued her movements.

"You can give me one more, right? My good girl?"

And you did. You gave her two more orgasms before she finally slowed. Your cunt and clit were throbbing, aching from how much she played with them, but that didn’t' stop the satisfaction that coursed through you pleasantly. When you thought she would never stop, your brain hazy and thoughts muddled, Agatha finally pulled out and her fingers left your clit. You whined softly at the empty feeling. Hushing you gently, Agatha spun you around and wrapped her arms around you tenderly. Her nose brushed against yours as she placed one, final, tender kiss to your lips.

"You're such sweet girl," she whispered, "Making me lunch everyday with little notes. That one you left this morning was particularly tempting."

Her fingers curled around under your chin as she raised a brow, unamused. Through the fog in your mind, you remembered the slightly dirty note you had written, tucking it into her bag. It wasn't even that bad, just some words you thought described your relationship perfectly. "The ncier you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will be inside the bedroom." You giggled faintly as you remembered it, your arms wrapping around her neck.

"I love you," you said softly.

There was only a slight pause before she responded, the words unfamiliar to her still, "I love you too."

[enzosbabyangel]

৻ꪆ Thinking about stepdad!Fred Weasley…

cw: smut, age gap(readers 20, Freds 41), cheating, MINORS DNI, 18+

a/n: originally posted on my old blog as a response to an ask asking for stepdad!Fred. Not proofread just copied and pasted

Your mom. God you loved her, but she really wasn’t the best lady. Every night you heard her with a random hookup. It was a never ending cycle for as long as you could remember.

‘Was’ being the keyword here. When she started her new job at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, she met one of the owners, Fred Weasley. A surprisingly successful man for someone running a joke shop. and a bloody hot man at that. She quickly fell for him and he managed to help her get her life back together, falling for each other during so. Eventually they got together then married about a year later. You were seventeen at the time, so that was three years ago. Fred was older than your mom by a few years, being forty-one now in current times.

And god, you loved your mom. But you couldn’t manage to think enough to stop your actions or deny how disgustingly good it felt when the same man rearranges your guts while she slept in the next room,

“Fuck…. s’your tight lil cunt hugging me like a vice,” The older man said through a breathy chuckle. Large hands holding the back of your thighs as your legs were pushed up, your knees practically next to your head.

You bit your lip as you looked at the man holding your legs. No, not just ‘the man’, your step dad, your mother’s husband. The entire situation was taboo for multiple different reasons, but fuck you loved it.

You let out a pathetic, soft moan as you glanced down to where the two of you connected, feeling him slowly drag through your walls. tears falling from your eyes at the delicious stretch of your walls and the soft touch that’s going in the shape of ‘o’s on your clit.

“C’mon you gotta loosen up a bit sweetheart.” He said, his sweet tone not matching the taboo situation. Free hand moving up to your face, wiping away your tears as he continued to slowly move. “I don’t fuck you for a month and you get all tight on me again… Maybe you should visit more?” He said with a smirk, tone slightly teasing, eyes darting down to your lips as his hand moved to where he was looking. His thumb pushing your bite swollen and wet bottom lip down slightly as he admired how easily he made you look like a mess.

You moaned at his words, getting tighter around him for a second before attempting to relax. You looked up at him with doe eyes, making eye contact with him. Silently pleading with your eyes for a kiss and preferably an increase in pace.

He groaned at your watery, wide eyes staring up at him. “You know what you do to me when you look up at me like that?” He asked rhetorically. Knowing that you knew damn well the effect you had on the older man. He moved your plush thighs to wrap around his waist as he moved down, his arms resting on both sides of your head as his lips connected with yours, resting his bodyweight on his knees and forearms. His hips gradually starting to thrust faster.

You could feel every twitch of his cock as it dragged along your walls. his pace slowish as he pulled out though thrusts almost punishing as he quickly slammed himself back into you, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy part in you. Making you let out loud moans through the kiss, hands moving from his hair to his clothed back, pulling and scratching at the white shirt as his pace continuously sped up. The bed creaking with his actions.

You tried having a hookup with some guy since you’ve left for college, but none of them felt as good as Fred. Guys your age didn’t have the same skill and experience as him. You were unapologetically whipped for him and his cock, and he knew that and took pride in it. “Bet no other guys can fuck you like i can? hm?” Fred asked, pulling away from the kiss as he looked down at you. his hands planting themselves on your hips, making you meet his thrusts. His typical, confident smirk on his face. “Got you addicted to ya step dad’s cock don’t i?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[concretenoah]

The only thing I ask for is fluffy new relationship vibes with Noah 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I’m a whore for fluff

pairing: noah x reader

cw: none. just pure tooth rotting fluff!

author’s note: thank you for my first request, madsy. i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. <3 also this is my first real thing so pls be nice guys!! i know it’s not perfect but i had fun with it. also a big thank you to @circle-with-me for beta reading, and to @foliosriot for my header <3

dividers: cafekitsune // title: ‘emergence’ by sleep token

You and Noah had only been dating for a few months, but at this point, you basically stayed the night at his place more often than you did your own. You couldn’t bare the thought of sleeping alone after you guys got together. Maybe it was the way he wrapped his arms around you, or how gentle he was. He just made you feel safe, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Tonight wasn’t any different. Your back was pressed up against him, with his arm wrapped around you. He had placed his hand underneath your shirt to rest on your tummy. His fingers were tracing shapes along your skin so softly that they were barely touching you. It was always enough to give you those good butterflies inside. He started leaving little kisses behind your ear and on the back of your neck, even on your shoulders. Noah couldn’t help but have his lips on you.

You could tell what was coming next by the way he was squeezing your hips and giggling. You saw a different side of him that most didn’t get to see. Next thing you know, he’s whispering with that lil baby voice in your ear, “baby so prettyyy”. You’d giggle from the feeling of his breath on your neck, and there it was. He started tickling your side and rapid firing kisses on your neck and cheeks. He knew it made you squirm, and hell, you might accidentally get him in the eye with your arm, but he didn’t care; It made you laugh. It made you smile, and he loved doing that for you.

After the giggles wore off, you found yourself repositioned and resting your head on his chest. The only sound you could hear was his sweet heartbeat booming in your ear. Besides his voice, it was the best music you’d ever heard. You couldn’t help but leave a trail of gentle kisses along his tattooed chest. It might be cliche, but you always kissed where his heart was. It kinda became a thing between the two of you. “I love you”, you whispered while resting your head back down. He gave you a small squeeze, “I love you”, he whispered back, placing a kiss to your head. With that, your bodies melted together and it didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep.

You spent the night in various positions, sometimes wandering too far away from each other. He woke up a few times and noticed, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer. You felt more of those kisses to your neck, but these were sleepy and soft. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and fell back asleep. The sound of his breathing was like a lullaby for you.

He wasn’t normally the kind to cuddle all night, he gets too hot and honestly, so do you. Neither of you cared though, as long as it meant being close to each other.

You’d lost count as to how many nights you had with him like this. Sleepy kisses, cuddles, and all the laughs in between. It was like the world stopped around you, and only the two of you existed together. That’s what made you fall in love with him so quickly; He was the one to make your mind go quiet and take the pain away, and you did the same for him.

[iraot]

Warnings: Blowjobs, dom/sub dynamics, face fucking, zayne as your dom, domestic relationship, giving him control so you don't have to use your lil brain Words: 3179 Pairing: Zayne x F!reader AO3

The couch was comfortable enough, but not as comfortable as being wrapped against him. Zayne had an arm draped over her shoulders, his fingers moving absentmindedly against her upper arm, tracing slow, deliberate shapes. His other hand rested against her thigh, the weight of it grounding, his thumb pressing idle circles through the fabric of her leggings.

She sighed, nuzzling closer, letting herself take in his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek. “I hate making decisions,” she muttered, voice muffled against his shirt. “Too many variables, too many outcomes… and too many people waiting for me to pick the right one.”

Zayne hummed, low and thoughtful, his fingers never pausing their slow patterns against her skin. “That’s because you make them for other people,” he murmured. “And you’re too good at thinking about how it’ll affect them instead of yourself.”

She tilted her head just enough to glance up at him, catching the quiet certainty in his green-and-gold flecked eyes. “That’s rich coming from you,” she teased, lips curving. “Mr. ‘I-literally-decide-whether-hearts-keep-beating’.”

His mouth twitched at the corner, not quite a smirk. “That’s different,” he countered, the ease in his tone making it clear he’d already considered this before. “I work with known variables. If I follow the right steps, the outcome is predictable.”

She huffed, letting her fingers trail idly against his stomach through his t-shirt, feeling the steady, solid warmth of him beneath her touch. “Still sounds like a lot of pressure.”

Zayne exhaled, the sound even, unconcerned. “I don’t mind it.” His thumb pressed a little firmer against her thigh, just enough for her to notice. “I like knowing the right choice.”

She let that settle between them for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in like warm water. It was true—Zayne never hesitated, never second-guessed. Even now, the way he held her was purposeful, every movement measured but never cold. There was something almost unfairly reassuring about that.

“You like being sure,” she murmured, brushing her nose against his collarbone. “I like that you’re sure.”

His grip tightened slightly at her waist, just for a second. “I know.”

She exhaled, her breath warm against his skin, and let her body relax against him completely, the tension of the week easing bit by bit. Zayne shifted slightly, adjusting her so she was settled more comfortably against him, his hand now resting fully at her hip. His touch, steady and warm, sent a quiet shiver down her spine.

“You’ve been overwhelmed,” he observed, not a question, just fact.

She swallowed, nodding slightly. He always saw straight through her.

Zayne’s fingers moved again, slow and deliberate. “Do you need less choices right now?”

She closed her eyes, exhaling softly. She already knew the answer. “Yes.”

Zayne’s grip on her waist tightened just slightly—enough to make her aware of it, of him. His thumb brushed against her ribs, slow and methodical, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of her shirt. The weight of him against her, the solid, steady presence of his body beneath hers, was as familiar as breathing. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and sure, and she focused on it, let herself fall into the quiet rhythm of it.

“You don’t need choices right now.” His voice was quiet but firm, each word spoken with absolute certainty. He never asked—he knew. And because he knew, she could exhale, could let go of the tension she carried in her shoulders, in her spine, in the very marrow of her bones.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, clinging for just a moment before she relaxed fully against him. “I don’t,” she admitted, and the words came easier than breathing.

Zayne hummed in approval, his lips ghosting against the crown of her head. His hand slid down the curve of her hip, deliberate and unhurried, claiming every inch of her in quiet possession. “Good,” he murmured, the single word settling deep in her chest, unraveling something that had been wound too tight for too long.

She felt the moment shift—felt the slight change in his breathing, the way his grip firmed just enough to remind her of who he was, of what he was to her. Anticipation bloomed low in her stomach, spreading through her limbs like slow-burning heat. He didn’t rush. He never did. He waited, always waited, until he was sure she was ready.

His fingers trailed up her spine, light enough to send a shiver through her, before his hand curled into her hair, tilting her head back until she was looking up at him. The weight of his gaze was enough to steal her breath, his green eyes darkened by something unmistakable.

“You know what I want,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument—not that she’d ever give one. His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, a quiet reminder of his control. “Knees. Now.”

A slow, pulsing ache settled between her ribs at the command. No hesitation. No thinking. Just listening. Just obeying.

She slid off his lap, onto the floor between his legs, sinking gracefully into position without needing direction. The carpet was soft beneath her knees, but she barely noticed it, too focused on the way his eyes followed her, his expression unreadable but unmistakably pleased.

Zayne leaned forward slightly, his hand coming to rest against her cheek, fingers splayed, his touch both grounding and possessive. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, slow and deliberate, and her breath hitched as she parted her lips instinctively, waiting—always waiting—for his next move.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. His fingers slid into her hair again, his grip just firm enough to make her pulse flutter. “You don’t need to think, do you?”

Her throat felt dry, her entire body humming with anticipation. “No.”

His smirk was small, but it was there, and that was enough. “Good girl.”

Zayne’s gaze never wavered as he watched her, the weight of it sinking into her skin, heavy and knowing. His hand lifted, fingers curling slightly, a silent order that she understood without question. “Shirt off,” he murmured, voice calm, unwavering. She obeyed without hesitation, peeling the fabric away from her body, baring herself to him without a flicker of uncertainty.

His eyes traced over her, slow and deliberate, his expression unreadable but unmistakably pleased. He shifted back against the couch, exhaling as he pushed his sweats down just enough, freeing himself from the confines of fabric. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but that would change soon enough—she would change that. His cock twitched slightly in anticipation, the air between them thick with quiet expectation.

“No hands,” he said, the command firm but never cruel, his voice sliding over her like velvet wrapped around steel. “Mouth only. Keep them on my thighs or behind your back—do not touch yourself.” His meaning was clear, as was the quiet authority in his tone; this was about control, about discipline, about reminding her exactly who she belonged to. And as always, she would listen—because she wanted to.

His fingers twitched in a small motion, granting permission, and she moved immediately, leaning forward with quiet precision. Her breath ghosted over him first, a deliberate tease, her lips just barely brushing against his skin before her tongue followed, slow and wet. The sensation sent a subtle shiver through him, his cock pulsing slightly under the warmth of her mouth. His eyes fell half-lidded as he let his head rest back against the couch, exhaling through his nose, his body already responding to the heat of her.

She worked him with practiced patience, tracing the shape of him with the flat of her tongue, dragging it from base to tip in a slow, unhurried motion. The muscles in his thighs tensed slightly beneath her hands, her fingertips pressing against his skin but never moving out of place. He could feel her restraint, the effort it took for her to keep her hands where he told her, to obey without seeking her own pleasure. That obedience only made his cock twitch harder, the dull ache of arousal growing with every careful motion of her mouth.

Zayne let his fingers drift lazily into her hair, not guiding, not forcing—just holding, just reminding her he was there. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower, thick with approval. Her lips wrapped around him, taking him deeper, and he let out a slow breath through his nose, his fingers tightening just slightly in her hair. “You know exactly how I like it, don’t you?”

She hummed softly around him, a quiet, vibrating answer that sent a sharp pulse of pleasure straight through his spine. His cock hardened fully, thick and heavy against her tongue, and he felt the way her breath hitched at the change. She loved this—loved feeling him respond to her, loved knowing she was the only one who got to see him like this, unraveled but still in control. And fuck, did he love giving her something to submit to.

Zayne’s fingers curled in her hair, a slow, steady hold that wasn’t forceful—not yet. His other hand rested lazily on the back of the couch, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was sharp, unyielding. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, threading through the air like something tangible. “Slow, just like that—keep your lips soft around me.”

She obeyed instantly, her mouth molding to him with careful precision, her tongue tracing along the underside of his cock in slow, teasing sweeps. He let out a quiet breath, watching her, feeling the warmth of her around him, the wet slide of her mouth taking him in little by little. He knew she could go deeper—she knew it too—but he liked the way she worked for it, the way she followed his pace without rushing. His grip tightened slightly in her hair, just enough to remind her who was in control.

“More.” The single word was a quiet demand, his voice threading through her spine like a tether, pulling her deeper into submission. She took him further, her lips stretching around the thick weight of him, her breath hitching slightly as she adjusted. His cock throbbed against her tongue, a slow, heavy pulse that matched the rhythm of his control over her. “Good girl—just a little more now.”

She let out a muffled moan at the praise, her fingers tightening on his thighs where she kept them obediently in place. Zayne smirked slightly, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he watched the way her lips glistened around him. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet approval. “Mouth full, eyes half-lidded—I did that to you.”

Her gaze flicked up, and he caught it instantly, locking her in place with nothing more than the weight of his stare. “Eyes on me,” he whispered, the command sinking into her bones as his grip firmed in her hair. She obeyed without hesitation, looking up at him, her pupils blown wide, her lips still wrapped around him, waiting for what he wanted next. “That’s it—good.”

His hips shifted slightly, the movement subtle but deliberate, pushing just a little deeper into her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and the second she did, his grip tightened, holding her there, keeping her exactly where he wanted. A sharp exhale left his lips, his jaw clenching briefly as he let himself feel it—the wet heat, the pressure, the way she swallowed around him instinctively. “Just like that—fuck—take me deeper.”

She obeyed beautifully, like she always did, like she loved to. And Zayne reveled in it, in her willingness, in the way she let him own this moment.

Zayne’s head tipped back against the couch, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, his fingers still tangled tight in her hair. His control was slipping, breaking apart with every wet, desperate pull of her mouth, and he wasn’t quiet about it—not anymore. A low, guttural moan slipped past his lips, his grip tightening in her hair as he felt the heat of her throat flex around him. “Fuck—just like that,” he panted, his voice rough, raw, like he was teetering on the edge of something deep and consuming.

She moaned around him, pleased, greedy for every sound he gave her, every breathless gasp that spilled past his lips. He was falling for her, piece by piece, his usual measured control shredded under the weight of pleasure. It had taken time to get him here—to teach him how much she loved this, how much she needed to hear him come undone. And now, there was no hesitation, no shame—only the way his body trembled, the way his cock throbbed against her tongue as he groaned for more.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, the words spilling out between uneven breaths, his grip still holding her down. His voice was low, knowing, filled with the quiet certainty that she was already soaked, already aching for him. “Let me hear it,” he murmured, his lips parting as another moan slipped free, anticipation curling through his stomach like fire. He wanted proof—wanted the slick, obscene sound of her fingers slipping between her thighs while her mouth stayed wrapped around him.

She obeyed instantly, one hand leaving his thigh as she slid her fingers down, spreading herself open with a quiet, breathy whimper. The wet sound filled the air, undeniable, lewd, and his cock twitched in response, another moan breaking from his throat. “Fuck—fuck—” His grip tightened for a moment before he let her up, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths as she pulled back, saliva glistening along his length.

It was messy, sinful, her lips swollen and wet, spit bridging from her mouth to the head of his cock as she gasped for air. And before he could even tell her, she was leaning in again, taking him back into her mouth with a quiet, desperate hum, her tongue curling around him like she needed this as much as he did. His breath hitched, a slow, wicked grin curving his lips as he watched her, his fingers flexing against her scalp. “You’re so good,” he murmured, and fuck, did she love hearing those words fall from his lips.

Her lips were slick, swollen, tingling with every slow drag of him over her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking just a little harder, and the way he groaned above her sent a slow pulse of heat curling low in her stomach. His hips twitched, his control fraying at the edges, and when he rocked forward slightly, pushing deeper into her mouth, she moaned around him in encouragement. His fingers flexed in her hair, tightening just enough to make her shiver, just enough to let her feel how much he was holding back.

Zayne’s breath was ragged now, his chest rising and falling in uneven waves, his jaw clenched as he stared down at her. His green-gold eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with something raw, something unrestrained, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than expected. “Can I fuck your mouth?” The words were a quiet request, but there was something underneath—something hungry, needy, like he was aching for her to say yes.

She moaned her agreement first, then pulled back just enough to nod, looking up at him through damp lashes, her lips already parted in invitation. The moment he had her consent, his grip tightened, and he pushed her down slowly, guiding her exactly where he wanted her. His cock slid deeper, pressing against the back of her throat, and his moan was sharp, unrestrained, almost a growl. “Fuck—just like that,” he groaned, his hips rolling up, his fingers curling possessively into her hair.

His movements were deliberate at first, measured strokes that filled her mouth, that made her throat flex around him with every thrust. But as she relaxed, offering herself to him, his restraint shattered, and he let himself take. His hips snapped up, pushing her down to meet him, his breath coming in sharp gasps as wet, obscene sounds filled the air between them. His moans grew louder, deeper, his control slipping away with every thrust, and fuck, she loved it—loved how desperate he sounded, how wrecked she was making him.

He held her there, his cock pulsing at the back of her throat, his body shuddering against her. “God, you take me so fucking well,” he panted, his voice uneven, trembling on the edges of pleasure. She swallowed around him, moaning softly, and his whole body jerked, another loud groan tearing from his lips. He was lost in her now, completely and utterly undone, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

His breathing was ragged now, uneven, his grip in her hair trembling with the effort of holding back. But she knew—she always knew—when he was on the edge, when his cock pulsed just a little harder, when his moans broke into something desperate, something unrestrained. So she took him deeper, sucked harder, hollowed her cheeks and swallowed around him in a way that made his entire body jerk. His groan was wrecked, guttural, his hips surging up, pressing her down until her nose was flush against his skin, until she had no choice but to take all of him.

A sharp gasp tore from his lips as he came, his cock pulsing in thick waves against her tongue, the heat of it flooding her throat. She gagged, her eyes burning with the effort, but she didn’t pull away—she took it, swallowed around him just like she knew he loved. His fingers tightened in her hair, keeping her in place, his hips giving one, two, three more shallow thrusts before he finally stilled. The sounds he made—deep, raw, satisfied—sent a sharp pulse of need straight between her legs, the heat there unbearable, the ache dripping with its own urgency.

Slowly, his grip eased, his body relaxing against the couch as he exhaled, his breath coming in slow, heavy drags. He pulled her up, his touch careful now, his fingers brushing along her cheek before he used the hem of his shirt to wipe the mess from her lips. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, voice hoarse, spent, but filled with something deeper than just satisfaction. The praise sent another sharp pang of arousal through her, and she barely had time to process it before he was pulling her in, kissing her slow and deep, letting her feel exactly how much he meant it.

His hands settled on her waist, his grip possessive, grounding, his tongue sweeping over hers in a way that made her knees go weak. He still tasted like himself, like salt and heat and something utterly intoxicating, and she sighed into his mouth, letting herself melt into him completely. He pulled back just enough to brush his lips over hers again, slower this time, savoring the moment. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, and fuck, if that wasn’t enough to make her ache for him all over again.

[bombiikki]

𐙚⋆.˚　────  heart shaped box °｡⋆⸜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ – non idol!danielle x fem!reader !!

synopsis: you’ve been yearning for danielle for years, and you’re never quite sure if she likes you too. you decided to gift her a box of chocolate-dipped strawberries for valentines, only to give it to her at the very end of the day and run off.

contains: fluff, dany/n just being homos, haerin the matchmaker/homo hater (depedns on how u perceive it), NOT PROOFREAD I REPEAT NOT PROOFREAD, the start is lwk ass from what i rememebr

wc: 4.7k

a/n: after a whole lotta procrastination its here!! happy balentines day guys 😋😋 i also listedn to falling behind by laufey on repeat while writing this cuz i love luafey and i unforutnatley am falling behind

you sat down on an empty field. it was lunchtime by then, but you didn’t feel hungry enough to go to the cafeteria. instead, you took in the sunlight from the clear skies above. as you looked ahead at the field a figure had plopped themself down next to you.

“hi y/n! why are you just staring into the field like a weirdo?” hyein asked. she was younger than you by a few years, but you didn’t mind her company.

“c’mon hyein, don’t call y/n a weirdo. she deserves a title like—i’m actually out of ideas,” minji smiles, sitting on the other side of you.

you lay back onto the grassy field, sighing loudly before chuckling softly to yourself.

“you guys are the weirdos,” you snickered.

the three of you began chatting amongst yourselves, talking about anything and everything. a few minutes had passed as you were laughing with your friends, before you noticed another trio of girls making their way onto the field.

and there she was, danielle marsh.  danielle was always the light of everyone’s lives. she was the kindest, sweetest soul anyone has met. danielle was the type of girl to include and help anyone in need, and for that you always admired her. and when you say admire, you actually meant you’ve been yearning for her for years now.

you watched as danielle walked across the field with her friends, hanni and haerin, babbling about something as they listened. she turned her head towards your general direction, and she seemed to light up even more.

“hi y/n!” she yelled, waving her arm in the air.

you waved back with a small smile, watching as she continued to smile widely at you before turning back to talk to her friends.

“now what was that,” hyein teased. “i didn’t know you had friends outside of us!”

you rolled your eyes before pushing hyein onto her side. “whatever,” you mumbled. you took a deep breath in and exhaled before opening your mouth again.

“you do know i’m friends with haerin right? danielle’s no different” you shrugged, feeling a little warmth on your cheeks.

“you say that yet you’re blushing,” minji chuckled. you slap your hands onto your cheeks.

“what do you mean! i’m not blushing! you’re blushing!!” you yell quietly, your eyebrows furrowing.

you found yourself in class on a boring day. your teacher is explaining something that could be important but you aren’t quite sure. with your notebook open, you began doodling a little cat in the corner. then, a piece of paper was thrown onto your desk.

you looked around for the sender, noticing haerin staring you down. you scoffed a little before opening the paper.

“i saw you on the field you homo”

your eyebrows furrowed as you wrote something back, the note being thrown back and forth.

“well ofc you did you were literally there with danielle”

“yeah but i saw the way she looked at you”

“you mean the way i looked at her??? cuz i was being a lil homo”

“no i mean the way she looked at you”

“WAS SHE JUDGING ME HAE…”

“far from it unfortunately,” haerin wrote with an eye-rolling doodle next to it.

“dude you have to tell me how she was looking at me cuz im lwk scared now”

“BE SCARED. more fun for me”

“ok and your supposed to be my friend”

“erm actually it’s spelt you’re!”

“whatever just tell me PLEASE”

“i’ll tell you after school if i can run away from dani and hanni”

as soon as the bell rang, you got up from your seat and grabbed your stuff. it was time to go home and you were buzzing around the hallways to make it off campus.

as you made your way to the front entrance, you felt someone pounce on you.

“hey loser,” haerin smiled.

“why is everyone giving me nicknames,” you mumbled.

the two of you began to walk home together, considering the two of you lived quite close to each other. haerin has always been your friend. despite not being in the same friend groups this year, she always had your back.

“okay, so spill. how was danielle looking at me?” you questioned, watching as haerin began to smirk—something sinister glistening in her eyes.

“you know, i’m not so sure i want to tell you anymore!” she said blissfully. 

“then what was the point of walking and talking with me,” you frowned.

haerin looked at you as she began to pout. “did you not want to walk and talk with me?”

you chuckled softly before nudging her shoulder. “of course i did. i’m sorry i said it like that hae.”

“yeah, i know. i’m just messing with you,” haerin said, poking out her tongue.

you nudged her a little harder than before as you continued to walk and talk. when you made it to her front door, you waved her goodbye before walking to your house a few blocks away.

“wait, y/n!” you heard haerin call out.

“what’s up!” you yelled back.

“make a move!” haerin yelled with a smile before retreating into her own home.

you stood in place for a moment, trying to process what haerin had told you. make a move? what’s that supposed to mean? instead of pondering about it further, you continued to walk home.

as haerin jumped into her bed, she immediately called danielle.

“hey haerin! what’s up?” danielle said cheerfully through the screen.

“you’re a homo,” haerin said flatly. she heard danielle drop something before speaking again.

“what are you talking about! homo? me? no….” danielle chuckled nervously.

“i’ve been friends with you since forever dani, it’s okay,” haerin smiled softly. danielle exhaled through the phone before haerin spoke up again.

“you know who else i’ve been friends with since forever? y/n,” haerin added.

“what’s y/n got to do with me being gay?” danielle asked curiously. she heard haerin let out a big sigh from the other end of the phone.

“my eyes don’t lie. i know what i saw,” haerin said.

“what did you see?” danielle asked concerningly.

“you know what, i give up! you guys suck!” haerin exclaimed, hearing danielle’s confusion from the other line before hanging up.

you sat on the field again, not particularly feeling hungry. you looked out onto the field and spotted danielle once more. but, this time she was alone.

you watched as danielle smiled and walked over to you. you felt your heart begin to slowly rise and beat harder.

“hi there!” danielle smiled brightly, sitting next to you on the patch of grass.

you nodded your head and thinned your lips in response, not trusting your voice to say anything.

“do you know what’s going on with haerin? she was acting weird after school and you’re–like–her best friend,” danielle blurted out.

so she wanted to talk about haerin?

“me? haerin’s best friend? she’s around you so much i’m pretty sure you’re her best friend,” you chuckled softly.

“well, i’d like to disagree but seriously y/n—do you know what happened?” she asked concerningly, inching closer to you with a frown on her face.

you thought back to the day before and how haerin acted. she didn’t seem too out of the ordinary to you, though she was very secretive. you looked at danielle with her big puppy eyes before your heart began to pound through your chest. you hoped that she wouldn’t hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“i–um–i don’t know anything. she seemed a little secretive but overall quite normal,” you said nervously. “what did she do or say that made her seem odd?” you added.

you watched danielle intently as she began to sink herself deep in her thoughts. you watched as a lightbulb seemed to go off in her head and the way she looked into your eyes before looking away quickly with pink cheeks.

“it’s–nothing. it’s nothing important,” danielle said dismissively. she gave a small smile before getting up from the grass.

“i’ll see you in class y/n!” she said with one last smile. you watched her as she ran off the field.

see her in class you did! as you sat in your seat, you watched as danielle walked past your desk and flashed a smile. your heart did a flip before you rested your facial muscles and calmed yourself down.

the lesson itself was boring, and so was the next—but seeing danielle’s face in class made it more than worth it. the two of you don’t interact as much as you would prefer but when you do it always makes you giddy.

as the lessons continued to pass, you felt fatigued. but as the last bell rang, you shot up from your chair once more and grabbed all your stuff. you made your way into the crowded hallway and looked for a way to the front.

you gripped onto your bag of stuff and squirmed your way through the crowd, accidentally bumping into a few people in your attempt to get out of school. you furrowed your eyebrows as you managed to make it close to the front doors, bumping into one last person as you did.

“oh! sorry!” you exclaim, picking up your bag which had fallen to the floor. 

your hands touched another which was also reaching out for your bag. your eyes travelled up the hand, to the arm, and to the face in which it belonged to.

“oh, y/n! no, i should be sorry—i was just standing in the middle of the hallway,” danielle smiled apologetically.

she picked up your bag for you and handed it over, your fingers brushing over hers once more.

“thank you,” you mumbled, before noticing haerin standing off to the side.

“no, don’t mind me! just keep doing what you’re doing,” she smirked.

you watched as danielle’s eyes widened and the way her cheeks began to flush a red tint. she mumbled something to haerin which you couldn’t quite decipher. danielle looked back at you before waving goodbye, leaving you with haerin.

haerin took your arm as you both walked off campus together once more.

“what were you talking about with danielle?” you questioned.

“aw is poor y/n jealous?” haerin teased. “we talked about you actually,” she added.

your eyes widened slightly as you tilted your head to the side.

“you talked about me? what did you talk about?” you questioned further.

“oh—nothing much. just the fact that you’re a socially awkward single loser,” haerin snickered.

you unwrapped your arm from haerin’s as you smacked her on the arm.

“acting as if that isn’t the exact description of you too,” you scoffed with a small smirk.

“well, at least i can actually talk to danielle,” haerin shrugged.

you stayed silent for a while, still standing by haerin’s side. you hummed flatly as your eyebrows furrowed.

“do you like danielle?” you asked haerin quietly.

haerin’s eyes widened as she turned her head to look at you. her own eyebrows furrowed as her jaw dropped slightly.

“excuse me?” haerin exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

“no–nevermind. it’s whatever. it’s nothing and stupid!” you mutter, walking just a little bit faster.

“it is stupid! me? like dani? hell no!” haerin said strongly, matching your walking pace and nudging you in the shoulder. “she's amazing, don't get me wrong! but she's amazing for you.”

you blush at her comment before letting out a sigh of the biggest relief.

“they just let any oblivious homo fall in love with each other,” haerin commented, rolling her eyes.

“wait, what? who’s oblivious?”

“my point exactly.”

“y/n, how long is it going to take for you to ask out danielle?” minji asked on a sunny day.

you spat out the water you were drinking in shock—cleaning yourself up when you regained your consciousness

“excuse me?” you asked with your jaw dropped.

“no–’cause–i agree with minji,” hyein commented, pointing her finger up.

you pondered for a moment before your eyebrows began to furrow.

“i don’t even know if she likes me like that. i’m not risking it,” you sighed.

as if on cue, danielle began to walk onto the field along with her friends. she looked around the field before spotting you with your friends. you watched a smile grow on her face and wave at you.

“yeah, ‘cause she totally doesn’t like you back,” hyein teased, nudging you with her elbow. you nudged her back before whispering to her.

“she’s just nice like that,” you said in a hushed tone, waving back at danielle.

danielle turned back around to look at her friends. before squealing.

“did you guys see that? she waved back at me!” danielle said with a bright smile.

“didn't you wave first?” hanni questioned, raising her eyebrow.

“yeah, but she waved back!” danielle emphasised.

hanni looked over to haerin who had a smug look on her face.

“what's got you looking so smug, haerin?” hanni scoffed.

haerin paused.

“homos.”

“haerin!” you called out from outside her front door. you had been banging on the door and ringing the doorbell for a solid minute before she came out with tired eyes.

“what are you doing here? it's—like—5 am,” haerin said groggily, rubbing her eyes.

“i want to ask out danielle for valentines!” you said in a hurry, a blush spreading on your cheeks.

with your words, you watched as haerin seemed to regain all her energy—her eyes lighting up.

“finally! but why'd you have to come over at 5 am?” haerin asked.

you pushed your way through the front door and took off your shoes—making your way to the kitchen. haerin noticed a plastic bag in your hands and asked what was in it. you dumped the contents onto the kitchen counter before opening your mouth to respond.

“this is why i came over at 5 am!” you said with a smile.

on the counter lay a pack of strawberries, different types of chocolate, and marshmallows.

“did you wake me up just so i could help you woo danielle?” haerin teased, a smirk forming on her mouth as she brought up the marshmallows.

“also, why marshmallows?”

“well–y’know– danielle marsh. marshmallows!” you chuckled nervously. haerin rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

you searched through haerin’s cabinets to find yourself a glass bowl and a saucepan—filling the saucepan up with water and putting it on the stove.

“wait, isn’t this going to wake up your parents?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“they decided to go on a valentines trip last night so no one's home,” haerin shrugged, washing the strawberries for you.

“oh, to be in love,” you sighed. haerin glared at you from the side of her eyes before washing the last of the strawberries.

“hae, i might need to steal a few things. thank you!!” you exclaimed as you rummaged through more cabinets, haerin chuckling on the side.

as the bell went for the first period, you nervously peeked your head through the door. you noticed danielle already sitting by her desk and you wanted to take this opportunity to hand her your gift—that was until more students began to flow into the classroom.

feeling more anxious and defeated, you gently hid your gift away in your bag and went to take your seat. you looked over to where danielle was sitting as she looked straight back at you, smiling brightly with nothing but sweetness in her eyes.

you felt your cheeks grow warm before breaking eye contact—the teacher entering the classroom and beginning the lesson.

you sat lazily as the time seemed to pass by slowly, doodling in your book and jotting down some notes.

when the bell had finally rung after a very boring lesson, you didn't get up from your seat immediately like you usually would. instead, you stayed behind—taking extra time to pack up all your stuff. you watched as the students began to leave the class one by one—leaving you in the classroom alone with danielle.

she had also taken a while to pack up all her stuff before slowly making her way to the door. you thought that maybe this was your chance to give her your gift. you took a hesitant step before she opened the door to reveal haerin standing right in front of it.

“oh, haerin! you scared me!” danielle shrieked, haerin giving her an apologetic look before making eye contact with you from over danielle’s shoulder.

you watched as she gave you a look—danielle obviously noticing haerin glance over her shoulder. as danielle turned around, you hid your gift once more with a blush on your face.

“did you want to come walk around with us?” danielle asked you with a soft smile.

you felt your heart beat faster, wanting to accept her offer.

“i–um–i think i’ll have to say no to the offer. sorry danielle,” you said hesitantly. you knew you could not last hanging out with her, despite it hurting your heart as danielle frowned slightly at your response.

“that's okay! and, you can call me dani—that's what all my friends call me,” she said with another soft smile.

you nodded and gave her a small wave as she walked out the door with haerin by her side—haerin glaring at you before following along with her.

after walking a good distance away from the classroom, danielle looked around her surroundings—as if she were making sure no one was around. haerin looked at her with a confused look before danielle began to speak.

“did you see the pink on her cheeks or was it just me?” danielle giggled, smiling from ear to ear.

“okay, homo,” haerin chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

danielle continued to blabber on about how cute she found you to haerin—running into hanni halfway through and continuing her rant.

“wait, so did you just friendzone y/n?” hanni asked.

danielle furrowed her eyebrows and began slowly shaking her head—then it hit her.

“that's what all my friends call me… wait—i think i did,” danielle mumbled.

“did i fumble!?” she exclaimed, holding hanni by the shoulders.

hanni nodded slowly as haerin patted danielle’s back.

“mate, just straight up ask her out if you want to unfriendzone her. it is valentines day today,” hanni scoffed.

danielle’s eyes lit up at hanni’s advice before she began furrowing her eyebrows again.

“but, i don't have anything to gift her,” danielle pouted. “i can't just ask her out with nothing to give her.”

hanni looked at haerin who had a smug look glistening in her eyes.

“haerin, seriously, why are you always looking so smug?” hanni inquired. haerin shrugged in response as the three of them continued to walk around campus.

“she friend-zoned me,” you exclaimed in a saddened tone, bringing your hands to your hair.

minji and hyein looked at you with confused looks as you came to sit down with them. 

“um—can we get some context?” minji questioned.

“she said i could start calling her dani because that's what all her friends call her,” you said as you flopped down onto your back, the feeling of the grass hitting the back of your hands.

both of your friends winced in sympathy for you as you continued to rant about danielle.

“she's amazing and i’m so glad she sees me as a friend—but i want to be more than that,” you groaned.

“well, did you tell her that?” hyein asked. you shook your head.

“then tell her you dummy. no better day to ask out the girl you're in love with than valentines day,” hyein smiled.

“did you just ignore the fact i said she friend-zoned me?” you mumbled with a frown.

“yeah, but you planned on asking her out—didn't you?” she asked with a smirk.

minji looked at you as you slowly nodded your head—her mouth dropping.

“and why didn't i know about this?” minji shouted in disbelief. “when did you grow guts?”

you playfully slapped minji on her side as you chuckled softly. you closed your eyes as you felt the sun against your skin, sighing loudly.

“i may or may have not made chocolate-dipped strawberries for her,” you muttered—both minji and hyein still hearing every word.

they both smiled at you before dragging you up from the grass.

“c’mon then. let's bag you a girlfriend.”

minji and hyein dragged you around campus, searching every crook and cranny for danielle before spotting her from a distance.

“hey, danielle!” hyein yelled out, waving her hand in the air as danielle looked over to you.

the three of you walked up to danielle and her friends. you made eye contact with haerin and mouthed “help me” with furrowed brows as she smirked at you with her tongue stuck out. 

“rude ass friend,” you muttered to yourself.

danielle looked at you and your friends with a confused face, looking at you specifically before looking at hyein as she spoke once more.

“y/n here has something to tell you!” hyein exclaimed, letting you go as she went to drag haerin away—minji doing the same with hanni. “alone too by the way!”

you watched your friends drag danielle's friends away, leaving you standing in the hallway with danielle.

“so, pretty nice day isn’t it,” you nervously chuckled, fidgeting with your fingers.

“yeah, it's a pretty nice day—especially for valentines day too,” danielle beamed.

you felt yourself hiccup at the words valentines day, clearing your throat as you did.

“what did you want to tell me?” danielle asked with soft eyes. looking into them, you thought that—maybe—she knew exactly what you wanted to say.

“look—danielle–” you started. “um—i mean dani—i just wanted to say that i think you're really–” and before you could finish your sentence, the bell rang for the next period.

students began to walk through the corridors, walking straight passed you and danielle. your cheeks now burnt a bright red as you cleared your throat—danielle still waiting for what you had to say.

“you know what, it's nothing. i’ll see you in class,” you choked out with an awkward smile, lowering your head and leaving for class.

you raised your hands over to your cheeks before exhaling air you didn't know you were holding in.

as you sat in class, you watched as haerin walked through the door—glaring right at you. you grimaced as she tore out a piece of paper from her notebook and began to scribble something down. it didn't take long before she passed the paper over to you.

“what the hell did you say and why did your friends drag me and hanni away?”

“IDK WHY THEY DID THAT PLEASE BELIEVE ME but i feel like they wanted me to confess :/”

“im guessing you didn't cuz i saw dani right before coming to class and she looked oddly disappointed”

“disappointed? why was she disappointed?”

“use your brain y/n”, haerin wrote with a mad cat doodle on the side.

“idk i’m still confused but should i still give the chocolates?”

“why are you even asking? ofc you should and ask her out for real why you're at it”

“I’M SCARED”

“be scared idrc but you need to ask her out before i jump you with your own friends”

“minii and hyein would never! wait nvm they would”

“you have all day to think about it and if you don't plan on confessing then i’m stealing the strawberries for myself”

“WHAT”

“did i do something wrong?” danielle asked hanni as they walked out of class together. “y/n seemed like she wanted to tell me something but has been avoiding me all day.”

hanni watched as danielle pouted with sad eyes.

“no, you didn't do anything wrong—just trust me on that,” hanni smiled softly, placing her hand on danielle's shoulder.

“where's haerin?” hanni questioned.

“she told me she had to help y/n with something,” danielle mumbled.

hanni looked at her with an amused face. “are you jealous?”

“what!? no! what gave you that conclusion!?” danielle exclaimed—her cheeks growing warmer as she gradually became flustered.

“i just wish i knew what y/n wanted to tell me! that's it,” danielled chuckled nervously.

“wait up!” danielle heard from behind her. she turned around to see haerin walking towards her and hanni—alone.

“you look disappointed. did you expect someone else?” haerin snickered, pointing at danielle.

danielle pouted as she wrapped her arms in her friends. “nope! i’m just glad to have my friends,” danielle said with her chin up.

the three of them took a step off campus as they heard another voice yell from behind them.

“dani! wait up!” you yelled. danielle immediately unwrapped her arms from her friends as she turned around to look at you.

you ran up to danielle and her friends with a box in your hands. you stopped to take a deep breath before looking up into danielle's eyes. you swallowed down all your anxiety before opening your mouth.

“i just wanted to say something i wanted to say before and i’m sorry i haven't told you sooner—but i think you're really pretty and an absolute angel. you're so sweet it makes my heart skip a a beat and you don't have to reciprocate my feelings but—i like you, danielle,” you blurted out, lowering your head as you brought the carefully decorated box in front of danielle.

you looked up slightly with pink cheeks, watching as danielle's cheeks begin to flush. you pushed the box into danielle’s hands as you brought your head back up.

“okay! that's all i had to say then. goodbye!” you rushed nervously, running away as danielle was left stunned along with her friends.

“i told you—you didn't do anything wrong,” hanni chuckled lightly.

danielle was left standing in place, her cheeks rapidly growing warmer as she felt her heart pound in her chest. she blinked once, she blinked twice. danielle turned her head to haerin with wide eyes and red cheeks.

“did you know she was going to do that?” danielle mumbled as the edges of her lips began to curl up.

“maybe! just—open the box. it gets better,” haerin shrugged with a smile.

danielle opened the box with shaky hands, revealing beautifully decorated chocolate-dipped strawberries that sat on top of marshmallows.

“y/n wanted to tell you that she chose marshmallows ‘cause it has your last name in it—marshmallows, danielle marsh,” haerin commented.

danielle kept going red as she took a deep breath in. she looked at her friends who wore big smiles on their faces, clearly really happy for her. danielle moved her eyes to the box of strawberries then up to haerin’s eyes.

“can you tell me y/n’s address?”

after running home, you decided you needed to calm down your nerves—your heart still pounding from your sudden confession to danielle.

you set your bag down before hopping into the shower, feeling the water touch your back and the top of your head. you felt your muscles relax as the water continued to flow down your body.

you closed your eyes and began to imagine danielle's eyes, her smile, her face. you thought about the possible consequences of your confession and started to worry. what if you messed everything up?

as you finished up your shower, you heard your front doorbell ring. you quickly dried yourself down and put on a new change of clothes, bringing a towel with you to the door for your hair.

you ruffled your hair with the towel before opening the front door to reveal a face you were just thinking about.

“hi!” danielle said with a big smile that reached from ear to ear—her cheeks coloured in a cute pink.

“hi,” you breathed out, a warmth starting to spread on your own cheeks.

you watched danielle lower her head, rocking back and forth on her heels. she held something behind her back but you weren't quite sure what it was.

“i–um–i just wanted to say that—i think you're really pretty too,” danielle stuttered.

she brought her hands in between her and yourself, revealing a beautiful pink and white bouquet. she raised her head to look at you with her big, soft eyes—adorned with the softest smile that made your knees buckle. you felt your jaw drop and your heart began to race as she grabbed your hand to hold the bouquet.

“could i have the honour of being your girlfriend?”

[captain-huggy-bear]

Listen idk what it his but Jack loves marking you up, but in a different way. Like leaving his hand print on your ass . He LOVES that

This was a thot and a half...18+ MDNI NSFW under the cut 👀 Warning: Jack's a lil' mean but in a way that you want him to be, still a loving baby, spanking as a 'punishment'. All consensual

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

You expect it, it's part of your plan to be perfectly honest. To give Jack an excuse to mark you up, to give him a reason to paint your arse red with his handprint after a long roadie filled with irritating losses. You don't even pretend to be surprised when he walks in, catching you bare with your fingers between your legs like he told you expressly not to do while he was gone.

You're not surprised when he takes a seat on the bed and drags you over his knee until your arse is in the air, one arm laying across your back so you can't squirm, the other smoothing over the skin of your cheeks, lulling you into what you know to be a false sense of comfort because you know you've been a brat and brats don't get rewards from Jack.

"You didn't listen to me, baby..." The soothing sensation of his palm across your cheek is gone, hand pulled back, pulled away as he scolds you as you try to squirm on his lap, "I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone and you couldn't." a sharp slap to your arse has you jolting, skin going red underneath his hand but not red enough, "Fucking." Another slap, harder this time, causes you to moan out across his knee, "Listen." A third slap reddens your cheek, his hand resting there, smoothing over the skin lovingly because despite it all Jack loves you and despite it all this is supposed to be good for you both. It's your trust and love in him that makes this possible, because you know if he really hurt you, if you really wanted to stop, he would without hesitation.

"'m sorry, Jacky..." It doesn't sound very apologetic, not when it's practically a whine, your hips squirming trying to find some sort of friction even if it's just the catch of his jeans on your clit. His other hand is there to stop you, pinning you still because you don't get a reward, not for touching yourself without him when he told you not to. Not when he was so ready to come home and treat you so soft and gentle after a week away, not when you've ruined that for him. Now all he wants is to mark you up, cover you in him in the best sort of way.

"Oh, you're sorry? It's too late for that, angel. Actions have consequences. Play stupid games, get stupid prizes." A quick succession of light spanks to the now sore skin of your arse reminds you what that stupid prize is, "You're going to count every slap to your ass until you get to 20 and if you stop counting, I'm restarting, understand?"

Truthfully it's not to punish you, you both know that. It's for him because Jack fucking loves leaving your ass red, loves the fact he can see his hand print there for days, that you wince whenever you sit because of him and you can't even deny that you love it too. It's why you're always breaking the rules, always such a brat when you could be good and do as you're told.

You nod your head so hard that from this angle it makes you slightly dizzy, but it's not good enough for Jack. A hard slap to your other arse cheek has you using your words, "I understand, Jacky, promise."

"Good, start counting."

Each slap is followed by you whimpering out a number; 1, 2, 3, and your arse is already red, the print of his hand starting to take shape, 4, 5, 6 and he's changing to the other cheek, your skin blisteringly hot from how much blood has surged to the area. 7, 8, 9, and 10, you're soaking between your legs, practically dripping down your thighs as his fingers drift to your centre, circling your slit just enough to have you moaning and writhing, but not enough to give you any true relief.

"You're such a fucking brat, this fucking wet for me? How are you supposed to learn, baby, when you're enjoying this?" He doesn't even have the energy to sound angry, the smirk so clear in his voice because fuck...this is what makes this so good. The fact he knows you're getting off on it as much as him, that as much as he is rock hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans, you're soaking. Slick wetting the leg of his jeans making it hard to not just stop. But, God, he needs to see his palm print red and blistering on both arse cheeks, needs to see you wince when you sit down tomorrow and he can't have that if he stops now.

"'m sorry, love you..." Tears are streaming down your cheeks, a whimpering whining mess at the feeling of Jack's fingers tapping against your clit, causing your nerves to jump and buzz, but giving you nothing more.

"I know, baby, but we're not done yet, 10 more to go til you've learnt your lesson. What sort of boyfriend would I be if I let you be a brat, mmm? You've got to learn, angel."

You nod because you know it's the best course of action, agreeing with him as he starts back up again. 11, 12, 13, and you know sitting will be awkward after this, but so worth it. 14, 15, 16 and Jack's palm print is clear across both your arse cheeks, it looks good, the red print that no one could mistake for anything else. His mark left on you, your flesh burning hot, your cunt pooling slick on his thigh, seeping through his jeans. 17, 18, 19 and you're squirming so hard you almost slip off his knee, but he's got you, pulling you back firm against him before delivering the final slap to your skin.

"There, that wasn't so bad, huh?" His palm is gentle now, soothing circles across your burning skin. Loving and gentle because even when Jack's 'punishing' you, he can't help it, can't turn that switch off in his head that wants to baby you, to look after you, to care for you.

"Please, Jack..." His name's a pretty little whine from your throat, that has him pulling you upright into his lap, hand resting around your neck, holding, gentle as he tilts your wet eyes to look at him.

"Please what, pretty girl?"

"Need you, please, missed you so bad." and well, who is he to deny you after you counted so pretty for him? Who is he to deny you when you wear his palm print like a pretty brand across your arse?

[simonscumdump]

Try Harder.

Simon Riley x F!RecruitOC.

Minors DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT thank you 🖤

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Summary: Her Lieutenant has an issue with her skills after a problem on a mission. He’s taken it upon himself to fix it only to find out how he truly felt.

Warnings: hints of possible attempted assault?. He’s a meaniehead to start with. Derogatory comments. Unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it). That slow hard kinda fucking. Creampie. Lil bit of a scent kink? He’s thirsty. Oral (F receiving). Fingering. Biting/hickies. Slight thigh riding? Minor amount of choking? He was scared okay? Vague admission of feelings. Praise. Shit punctuation. He’s a little forceful. Clothed Simon/Naked Serena. Brief nip play.

Have fun? 😅 none of those warnings are in order.

It’s a not that long… i don’t think 😀.

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It was never meant to happen. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been trained for these situations.

Weeks of drills, months of training. All of it wasn’t for nothing.

Yet, when Simon found her, all he could feel was disappointment. He should’ve felt proud really, Serena had managed to fend off for long enough that the team was able to get to her before anything happened.

But the state of her…was what led to his disappointment.

Her uniform, once pristine and worn with honour was torn. Dirt marks on visible skin too similar to the shape of the fingers that grabbed at her. A budding bruise to her face that made his eye twitch just looking at it.

She was trained for this.

It was never meant to happen.

She wasn’t supposed to get separated. She wasn’t supposed to be so reckless. So…fragile.

“Go get in the fuckin’ truck.” Simon’s voice rang out into the open space, a low tone that sent a cold shiver down her spine. Maybe he was too soft on her at the start. Maybe he didn’t pay enough attention to her training. Maybe he-

Who was he kidding? It was no fault of his that she ended up so…useless.

———

The ride back to base was a quiet one. A tense air almost coated him like a visible aura. No one was allowed to even look at him without earning the ugliest side eye.

“Keep your fuckin’ eye on the road. Last thing we need is a god damn crash.” His words were biting, sharp and snappy.

His attitude had grown so…sour that even Soap was beginning to question it.

“Who pissed in your cereal today, LT? We’re going back with no casualties, that’s a good day if I say so myself.” The Scotsman spoke, yet he didn’t earn anything but a low grumbling sound from the man.

“Barely made it out.” His words were quiet, but the glare he gave Serena was louder than anything. She hadn’t looked at him once since she got in the truck. Her head hung low and her arms wrapped around herself.

Useless.

Fragile.

Not fit to be a soldier.

She could borderline feel the man’s thoughts. His disappointment a never ending tidal wave just through the deep brown irises burning a hole into her head.

———

It started once she had been cleared in medical.

Unforgiving. Rude. Unapologetic.

He was determined to fix it. To get rid of this fragile little thing that was tainting his team.

So it began…

The endless training drills. His words harsh as Serena tried to power through without making a comment.

But putting her through those drills just wasn’t enough for him. No. It had to be more.

She, had to be more.

It didn’t matter that he was bigger than her. He didn’t care how big or small she was, how lean or built she was. All he could see, was her eventually lying dead on a dirt ridden floor somewhere because she wasn’t doing enough.

Sparring became more consistent than the drills.

But his words were slowly becoming more venomous each time she ended up on the floor.

“Get the fuck up you worthless little shit!”

And it was those very words that were slowly chipping away at her patience. It was hard enough that he was running her into the ground non stop…but hearing words like that from someone Serena felt very…strongly about was a different pain.

———

“If you can’t even defend yourself from me then you have no fucking place in this team! Get the fuck up!” Simon’s words bark out into the gym, his hand curling around her arm and forcefully pulling her up.

But Serena finally reacted to his bullshit, her hand connected with his face so harshly it let out a loud.

Crack.

The sound echoed around the gym, as loud as the clash of two symbols. A clap of thunder.

“Enough! I’ve fucking had enough!” Serena spoke, her voice escaping her in such a loud manner it cracked ever so slightly.

But he didn’t respond, his head was still turned to one side. Those deep brown orbs side eying her.

“You don’t get to say you’ve had enough.” Simon finally spoke, low and cold in tone as his head slowly turned back to face her. His gaze burning into her own stubborn glare.

“You do not get to stand there and act like you are better than this.” He took a step towards her, the air coming off of him in such a heated manner that Serena instinctively took a step back.

“You think you’ve had enough? Hm? You think you’re good enough? You think you’ve got your shit sorted out? Huh?” Another step forward, she took two steps back.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” A low growl, a tone so deep she almost felt the vibration of it in her chest.

Another step. She took two steps-

She hit the wall. Her chest slightly heaving just to get enough air to her brain. Her gaze carefully locked onto his.

“Do you have any…idea…how stupid you were? Running off like a fucking idiot. Like you know shit.” He snarled, standing so close that Serena’s head was forced to tilt back in order to keep ahold of his gaze.

It was only when the familiar fabric of his glove firmly sat against her throat that Serena realised just how angry he was.

“Do you have any idea how much fear you put into me?” He spoke, his eyes burning into hers so intensely it was as though he was searching her gaze.

“I-it’s not like I fucking planned it okay?” She spat out, defensive in her response but it did nothing to soothe his growing anger.

“You’re too fucking stupid to see that I give a shit whether you live or die, Serena.” He spoke, his fingers briefly digging into the side of her throat.

However, the slight and very brief hitch in her breath almost made his head spin. A heat in the air that had him clenching his jaw in restraint.

“Why can’t you just be a fucking good girl and behave on a god damn mission instead of making me worry, hm?” He spoke, his masked face leaning closer. His words a snarl of anger mixed with an undeniable frustration.

Stemmed from fear.

He knew from the moment he saw her huddled up in Soap’s jacket that it was fear. The sight of her so fragile, so different from what she has always been…it scared him more than he cared to admit.

His head leans forward a little further, forehead dropping against hers as he let out a sharp sigh and closed his eyes. His hand settled around her throat.

“I knew you’d come looking.” She spoke, her words quiet yet they made his eyes fly open.

“M’not going to be there to save you every time you fuck up, Serena.” His words were low, quiet. A grumble of frustration and heat. He felt the warmth pool in his gut at the way she so clearly trusted her life in his hands.

Even now, with his hand against her throat.

He could easily snap her neck, just another life to add to the list of the many he’s already taken in his career.

But instead, he found that his thumb was slowly moving across her skin. A gentle motion that had him quickly realising why he was so scared.

As if he’d been physically struck. He stepped back, his jaw clenching so tight beneath the material of his mask it was actually visible.

“Go back to your room. We’ll continue training tomorrow morning.” He spoke, his words flat and deadpan as if he was forcibly closing himself off from the reality of what he felt.

Thankfully, Serena listened without question, glad she can finally get some rest after the long and viscous cycle of training.

———

2:32am. The clock read as Serena was abruptly awoken by the heavy thudding fist at her door.

She tried to ignore it, shoving her head beneath the colder side of her pillow to block out the noise, but when that familiar voice seeped through the wood she felt the anger bubble up.

“Serena, open the door.”

Him. Again.

She was moving before her half asleep brain could catch up. Throwing the door open as the words spill out of her. Too annoyed to even realised he was completely bare faced in front of her.

“What the fuck do you want now? It’s god knows what time in the god damn morning and you couldn’t wait a couple more hours? Are you fucking serious?! You’ve been running me into the ground non stop for days! I can’t even sleep now is that i-“ Her anger induced rant was forcefully stopped by the harsh press of his lips against her own as he guided her back into the room. His boot coming into firm contact with the door, letting it slam with a rattle.

“Shut the fuck up. Just…shut up.” He spoke, his voice wobbling with the shaky breath he let out against her lips. His hands framing her face with a touch of desperation to his hold. Lips crashing into hers once more as he started guiding her back towards the bed.

One firm hand slides down her side, grabbing her thigh the moment her back hit the sheets with such a sharp grip it earned a choked breath from her lips. The sound swallowed into his hungry kiss.

The muscle of his thigh slipped between her forcefully spread legs, pressing against her cunt firmly as his teeth lightly tug at her bottom lip. Her hips roll up, as if by instinct alone as she grinds her cunt against the rigid muscle of his thigh with a shaky gasp against his mouth.

“Simon-“ “Shut up, Serena.”

She couldn’t get a word in, not after his exploring tongue plunged into the wet heat of her mouth with a low groan that had her cunt clenching around air.

Briefly he pulled away, his lips trailing down any exposed part of her he could find as his every panting breath heated her once cold skin. Firm hands tugging at the sleep shorts until they were absently discarded onto the floor.

Down…down…down…

His hands were already guiding her thighs over his shoulders. Serena’s gaze watching him carefully, incapable of stopping the almost embarrassed sound slipping out of her the moment he buried his nose against the cotton underwear hiding her seeping cunt.

A low groan tumbling out of him, his fingers digging into the plush of her thighs as he eagerly breathed in the scent of her arousal.

“Fuckin’ hell, you smell good.” He spoke, his voice having dropped an octave in which Serena couldn’t help the way her thighs almost twitch at the vibration against her cunt. Earning a low chuckle from the broad man between her legs.

“Gon’ let me see this pretty cunt?”

Serena couldn’t deny him, she should’ve…should’ve been mad at him. Furious in fact. But as his eyes peer up at her from between her legs she finds herself nodding in answer.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Words. Use them. Need to hear a yes.”

“Yes, you can.”

He let out a quiet hum when she verbally agreed, thick fingers hooking under the material and dragging it down before the soaked cotton joined her shorts on the floor.

His eyes lock onto her pussy, hands sliding back up her legs until they reach her hips. Settling there as if he knew he’d have to keep her pinned down.

“You gon’a be good for me?” His words come out in a quiet and low grumble against her thigh, briefly pressing open mouthed kisses against the skin. His eyes drifting up to her face.

“Gimme a reason t’be good.” She responded, her answer a breathless whisper into the darkened room.

Brat.

His lips trail down, his breath ghosting along her inner thigh before he dragged his tongue through her folds in one long and slow swipe. One hand splaying out on her abdomen as the other held her hip.

But that first taste, it had him yearning.

It takes him no time to find her clit, guided by the slight choked huff of breath she let out. His tongue circling the tiny nub in a slow and bordering on teasing motion.

Again…and again…and again.

But even his restraint could only last so long and she tasted so good.

Her hips buck up against his grip the moment his tongue drags down just to bury into her tight hole. His grip tightening to keep her still as his eyes dart up to her face. Letting out a low groan into her cunt as the flushed face staring back at him.

He was relentless, each little sound tumbling from her lips fuelling him until he couldn’t help but bring his tongue back to her neglected clit just to bury two fingers into her weeping hole. Serena’s head falling back against the pillow as her hand buried into his hair.

His fingers curl, like a consistent repeated pattern that had her squirming beneath him.

Thrust, curl. Thrust, curl.

“S-stop….stop…” She gasped out, the words snapping his attention to her immediately as his eyes stare at her. His hand ceasing and his head moving back slightly.

“Y’alright? What’s wrong?” He spoke, his voice low but holding an edge of concern that softened her slightly.

“No it’s…m’fine I just…I wanna cum with you.” She mumbled, brows furrowing in a brief embarrassment to her own words. But they earned a very rare smirk on his face.

“What made you think I ain’t gonna make you cum more than once?” He spoke, raising an eyebrow at her as he curled his fingers into that spongy spot once more.

“Ah-I…wanna cum on your cock…please.” Serena choked out, her eyes finding his again with a little more confidence.

Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from the warmth of her weeping cunt. Sliding them between his lips and cleaning them off before crawling his way up to her.

“Yeah? Wanna make a pretty little mess on my cock? That it?” He spoke, his tone almost mocking. His hands sliding the tank top she wore up and over her head before discarding it. Firm hands finding her tits as his face buried into the crook of her neck. Tugging and pinching her nipples before dragging his thumb against the sensitive surface.

“Please…” She whispers, a quiet plea that had him immediately sinking his teeth into her skin. Leaving a dark hickey against her throat. A reminder.

But once he got started…it was a little hard for him to stop. Sucking deep and dark marks into her skin like he was painting a masterpiece. Earning little whines out of her with every bite.

His free hand slides down, shifting his sweatpants down just enough to give him space to free his cock. Biting and sucking at her skin as he slides the tip through her folds. Repeating the motion a few times before slowly pushing into her small hole with a low hitch in his breath.

His hand guided her thigh up and up until her leg rested over his shoulder. Sinking so deep into her cunt he could feel his tip kissing her cervix.

“Fuck you feel so good. Such a perfect little cunt.” He spoke, his words low yet coming out surprisingly whiny. Dragging his hips back in a slow movement before slamming them forward. Earning a broken moan from her lips. Repeating the motion with a low grunt tumbling out of him every time his cock sinks back into her tight heat.

“S’too deep.” She choked out, her thigh trembling against him as her eyes flutter and roll.

“You can take it. You’re being so good for me, you can take it.” He spoke, a low grumble paired with a sharp thrust that had her hand pressing against his abs. Nails digging deliciously into his skin.

He relishes in the sight, seeing her slowly devolve into nothing but a mess of pleasure and sweat as he started picking up the pace. An obscene ‘squelch’ filling the room every time he slams his cock back into her tight cunt. The sound fuelling the fire in his gut.

“S’fuckin’ wet. Y’hear that? Hear her crying for me?” He spoke, giving a sharp thrust to emphasise the filthy sound as Serena nodded almost desperately against the pillow.

“Where did those words go pretty baby? Don’t tell me I fucked you dumb already?” He commented with a low lustful chuckle, his words mocking as he buried his cock into her weeping hole. Bullying it with every harsh thrust.

But she couldn’t answer him. Too caught up in the pleasure to give him anything other than a whine.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, paired with his low and harsh breaths and the desperate cries of pleasure it didn’t take long before his every thrust was faltering.

“Fuck m’gon’ cum…shit…need’t pull out” He gasped out, only for Serena to practically drag her nails across his skin in disagreement.

“N-no…no…inside. Cum inside me.” She choked out, the very words making him spiral into his release as he buried his cock as deep as his could. Filling her cunt as she clenched and came around him.

“Shit…s’perfect f’me.” He breathed out, slowly rocking his hips as if desperate to fuck his cum deeper into the fluttering walls of her cunt.

———

Simon had been lying all over her for nearly 30 minutes. He didn’t pull out of her clenching heat, he didn’t speak for a while. His hands slowly trailing over her skin.

“You can’t…scare me like that, Serena.” He spoke against her neck, his hand sliding down her side as he held her close to him.

“I never meant to.” She mutters quietly, her hand having long slipped under his shirt. Fingers tracing idle patterns against his bare skin.

“I…mm. I care ‘bout you.” He mumbles, as if reluctant to admit the words. She knew what he meant. Knew where that fear came from.

“I know.” She whispers softly, her fingers following along his back as she leaned her cheek against his own.

“Promise me. You won’t…act like a fuckin’ idiot again.” He spoke, leaning up so he could meet her gaze properly. Searching her eyes for a single hint of hesitation or dishonesty.

“I promise, Simon.” She mumbles, her hand reaching up and pressing slightly against his cheek as she held his gaze with a deep sincerity in her eyes.

A promise is a promise.

He’ll just have to make sure she makes good on it.

————————————————————————

A/N

Hope you enjoyed, ending is a bit shit but m’never good at those.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"Can you hold still?" Soda leans over Darry's stomach, puttin' his full weight into it, and Darry laughs. Soda shoots him an agitated little frown he doesn't mean at all and jabs him matter of factly in the stomach. "It's star day this is important."

Darry rolls his eyes but settles back down. "I can't help it." Soda leans sits back, spins the marker in his hand over his fingers. "I'm ticklish."

"Well, figure it out or I'm gonna sic Pony on you." Darry tips his head back 'n looks at Pony upside down. His youngest brother pulls out a more than passin' imitation of the Darry's glare. Though, he should be good at it. He's seen it nearly every day. Darry reaches up 'n baps him on the head 'n Pony cracks 'n laughs.

He's layin' on his back on the living room floor, Soda at his side and head restin' in Pony's lap. Soda brings the marker back against Darry's ribs and he does his best not to laugh. He only half succeeds until he glances down at Soda's tongue bit between his teeth 'n the furrowed brow he only gets when he's focusin'. It's not funny but glory he looks so much like when he was six 'n drawin' horses at the kitchen table with the concentration of Michael Angelo, Darry can't help but snort.

"Darry!" Soda opens his mouth in mock frustration 'n that just makes Darry laugh harder. "That's it. Pony. Sic 'em."

"Wait-!" Pony worms his hand down before Darry can bat it away 'n jabs him in the ribs. "OW! That's it, you're cut off." He fights to sit up but Soda 'n Pony both jump down on him, howlin' with laughter.

"Nuh uh, mister! I'm not done!" Pony presses both his palms down on Darry's shoulders 'n Darry humors him by pretendin' that it makes any difference in him gettin' up or not.

Soda puts his marker back down 'n Darry valently bites his lip 'n doesn't even squirm. He lasts forty-five seconds. "Soda-"

"Finished!" Soda presses the cap back on 'n tosses it to Pony who snatches it out of the air.

"Can I see?" Soda studies Darry's torso for a second 'n then nods happily. Darry grabs the shavin' mirror Soda offers him 'n admires the nonsensical lines connectin' the freckles dottin' his body from his stomach up to his neck. The ones all the Curtis' only got in summer. He smiles, runs a finger along the ink fondly. "Damn Soda! You went all out this year, huh! Care to, uh, explain?"

Soda grins at Pony and points to six freckles on his side. Darry tilts his head 'n furrows his brow. "One guess on this one." Oh, well that narrowed it down.

"That one Pony's?"

"Ding ding ding!" Whenever Soda drew constellations he always managed one for Pony, a horse, 'n one for himself, a pop bottle. If Darry squinted he could see it. He could also see a dog, cat, 'n just about any four-legged animal with a tail but he would keep that to himself.

"Where's yours, Soda?" Soda points to a sort of temple that started on his collarbone 'n ended on his shoulder. It takes Darry a moment longer but he can pick out the vague shape of the bottle.

"Alright, now the rest of 'em." Soda carefully explains each one, two more horses, naturally, a fish, Orion's belt, a wonky set of three dots along a rib, a lasso, 'n two little smilies. Darry carefully traces each one, more than a little impressed by how his brothers could take a handful of random dots 'n find so many little pictures.

"My turn!" Pony jabbed Darry in the side 'n took his place on the floor. He slaps nearly every pocket before he refinds the marker, handin' it over to Darry with a mischievous lil' grin to Soda.

He pulls his t-shirt straight over his head even though most of his freckles are clustered on his arms 'n face. He never picked up his brother's tendency to walk around all summer in no shirt. Dallas always made teased him for that. Glory, Pony's playin' modest 'n makin' the rest of us look like whores. 'N Two would always howl well if the shoe fits! 'N then duck out of Dallas' grip fast as he could. Only Soda 'n Darry knew the real reason. The kid didn't tan one bit. No siree, Pony burned.

He lays flat on the floor, eyes closed, Soda playin' with hair idly. Darry picks up Pony's arm 'n twists it, lookin' for anythin' that sticks out to him. Darry always did Pony's. Pony enjoyed just layin' there 'n Darry needed more time to study where the dots could become shapes. Pony would do Soda's since, out of all of them, the kid had an imagination that could spin 'n spin 'n spit out ideas 'n drawin's n' stories the fastest. 'N Soda had an incredibly short patience for not movin'.

"Hey, look." Soda brushes back Pony's bangs 'n gently traces a jagged line across his forehead. "Hand me that." Before Pony can swat his hand away Soda's connected the freckles from one temple to the other so they form a mountain range across his skin.

"Our little prince, huh." Pony opens one eye 'n glares down at Darry but his oldest brother is just lookin' at him with that fond little smile he gets.

"Oh c'mon." He wriggles around on the carpet 'n gets nothin' for his troubles but rugburn. "Hurry uppppp."

"You sound like me now, Pone." Soda ruffles his hair 'n Pony reaches up blindly with his free arm to swing at him.

"Well, maybe I'd be done faster if you'd stop wigglin'." They drift into a soft silence, Soda standin' up halfway through to cue up the Beatles' latest record, The White Album, which had been a joint birthday gift for Darry last month. Half of the gift had been them toleratin' Darry's affinity for that McCartney kid's weepy grandma songs.

"Alright, I think I'm done." Pony jolts up, grinnin' down at his arms.

"Lemme see, lemme see." Darry twists the mirror around so he can see the back of his biceps, pointin' out what was what.

"Look, this is Soda's." Darry's linked four freckles into an elongated diamond 'n penned in DX. Soda cracks up, twistin' Pony's arms so he can see better 'n forgettin' it's attached to the kid.

"You're a walkin' ad, kid! They should hire you!" Pony snatches his arm back 'n wrinkles his nose up.

"'N work with Steve? Yeah, hard pass." Soda howls 'n Pony tries 'n fails to look put out.

"Hey, this must be yours, Dar." Soda positions the mirror so Pony can better see the lopsided Superman logo on the back of his shoulder.

"Yup, but this one's my favorite." Down the hollow of Pony's throat 'n up under his jaw are three little stick figures all facin' different directions.

"Hey! That's us, right?" Darry ruffles his hair and drops a kiss to the freckle on his temple that makes up the end of his crown.

"Yup," He shoots Soda a grin 'n wiggles his eyebrows conspiratorially, "the shrimpy one is you."

"They're sticks! They all look the same!" Soda grabs him by the chin so he can get a better look.

"Nope, Darry's right." He nods solemnly. "The good lookin' on is me." Pony shoves him off 'n he lands on his ass. Darry hoots a laugh 'n manhandles Soda so his head is restin' on Darry's knee.

"See, Soda gets my creative vision." Soda peeks up at him, upside down, 'n cackles.

"Oh shut up." Pony snatches the marker from Darry 'n instantly goes to work. Soda starts squirmin' less than a minute in 'n Darry leans over 'n flips the TV on, an episode of Scooby-Doo is playin' 'n Soda grins 'n crains his neck to watch.

"You got our north star this year, Pepsi." Darry taps Soda on the tip of his nose where one single fair freckle stands out against his tan skin.

"No kiddin'? Pony's had it the last three years, the hog." Pony sticks his tongue out 'n goes back to drawin'.

The episode's not even half over before Pony nods, self-satisfied. "Alright, c'mere."

"Oh my God, Pony, why do we even try?" Pony's blushes, the tips of his ears goin' red.

"They're just doodles."

"Do I need to bring up Soda's horse?"

"Hey-!"

Pony's joined vast groups of freckles into three distinct shapes across Soda's chest 'n stomach. A horse, that looks far more identifiable than Soda's drawin', across his side, a record 'n the player on Soda's left ribs, a map of some of the actual constellations Pony would drag them outside on clear nights to point out over Soda's heart. Darry can pick out the big dipper, one of the triangles, 'n the bear.

"Wait, this one's my favorite." He points to two little hearts on each side of Soda's face made from four little freckles each.

Soda twists this way 'n that gigglin' between the horse 'n the freckles. "God, Pone, you missed your callin' as an artist."

"Damn straight!" Darry laughs 'n pulls both his kid brothers in tight for a hug. Pony whines but buries his head in Darry's chest beside Soda. "Well, I dunno about y'all but I'm hungry after all that."

Soda whoops already clamberin' off the floor 'n divin' for the keys before Darry can get to them. "Dairy Queen!"

Pony throws his shirt back on, carefully rollin' up the sleeves so Darry's Superman logo can still be seen. Darry reaches over 'n pulls him in for another hug.

"You sure you don't wanna wipe any of that off?" Pony gestures to the mess of marker 'n Darry laughs, brushin' Pony's hair back.

Soda's already climbed in the truck, shirt still off 'n Pony's drawin's on full display.

"Hell no! I got stars to show off."

[misswynters]

Buddy, the snowman

featuring. s2 jayce x reader

a/n. i want everyone to picture s2 long haired jayce for this (my lil hispanic boy)

Piltover in winter was a different kind of magic. The city’s usual bustle slowed as the snow draped over rooftops, blanketed the cobbled streets, and softened the sharp edges of its mechanical marvels. The air was crisp, filled with the faint scent of pine, and for once, it seemed as if even the gears of progress paused to appreciate the quiet beauty of the holiday season.

You stood on the edge of the park, bundled in a thick coat, scarf, and gloves, waiting for Jayce. Who is always late, as usual. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you shifted your weight, your breath visible in the cold air. When he finally arrived, he was juggling a small box of cookies he’d picked up on the way, a thermos of hot cocoa, and his scarf, which he hadn’t managed to wrap around his neck yet.

“Sorry I’m late,” he called out, flashing you a sheepish grin. “I got held up by Mrs. Halloway. She wanted to tell me all about her snowflake shaped cookie cutters.”

You laughed, reaching out to grab the thermos before it slipped from his hands. “Let me guess, you were too polite to escape?”

“She cornered me at the shop,” he admitted, his breath clouding in the air as he finally wrestled the scarf into place. “But hey, I brought cookies!”

“Then all is forgiven,” you teased, linking your arm with his as you walked into the park.

The snow was untouched, sparkling under the late morning sun. Children’s laughter echoed from the far side of the park where a sledding hill was busy with activity. You and Jayce gravitated toward a quieter spot, where the snow lay pristine and the trees offered some shelter from the wind. “I can’t remember the last time I built a snowman,” you mused, surveying the scene.

“Then we’re fixing that today,” Jayce declared, already kneeling to scoop up a handful of snow. He packed it tightly, forming the beginnings of a snowball. “You start the bottom, I’ll handle the head.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You trust me with the foundation?”

“Of course. You’re the architect here, aren’t you?” he teased, his grin warm and inviting.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you got to work. The snow was perfect, soft enough to mold but firm enough to hold its shape. You began rolling the snowball across the ground, watching it grow larger and larger. Meanwhile, Jayce fashioned the middle and top sections, his gloved hands moving with practiced ease.

“Hey,” he called out after a while, his voice tinged with amusement. “Is this snowman going to rival the height of the council tower? Because it’s looking like you’re aiming for a structural masterpiece.”

You stepped back, admiring your work. The base was enormous, almost up to your waist. “Bigger is better ,” you retorted with a grin, dusting the snow off your gloves. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

Jayce chuckled, hoisting the midsection of the snowman in his arms. “Fair point. But if this guy topples over, I’m blaming the architect.”

You laughed as he carefully balanced the second snowball on top of the base. “You’re not exactly the most careful engineer I know, Jayce. Remember that time you accidentally launched yourself across the workshop?”

“That was one time!” he shot back, laughing as he adjusted the snowball until it was perfectly centered. “And I still say it was an unintended success.”

“You’re lucky I was there to catch you,” you teased, rolling up the final snowball for the head. Jayce stepped aside to help you lift it, his hands brushing against yours as you both placed it on top. The snowman took shape quickly, its proportions absurdly exaggerated but undeniably charming. Jayce pulled a handful of random gadgets and bolts from his pocket, because of course he carried those everywhere, and started sticking them into the snowman’s torso.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching in disbelief as he carefully attached a cogwheel where a button might go.

“Improving him,” Jayce said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Every snowman deserves a touch of innovation.”

You snorted. “This is why you can’t leave well enough alone.”

“I prefer to think of it as creativity,” he said, leaning back to admire his work. “What do you think? Too much?” The snowman now looked like a combination between a friendly holiday figure and an early prototype from Jayce’s workshop. His scarf draped around its neck (stolen from Jayce’s coat), the twig arms were bent at jaunty angles, and the “buttons” were a mismatched collection of gears and screws.

“It’s… unique to say the least,” you said, stifling a laugh. “But he needs a name. How about… Buddy?”

Jayce grinned. “I like it. He’s definitely our buddy now.”

The two of you stood back, admiring your creation. The late morning sun glinted off the snow. But then, out of nowhere, a snowball hit you square in the shoulder. “Jayce!” you yelped, spinning around to see him grinning mischievously, another snowball already in his hand.

“Consider it a christening for Buddy,” he said with a wink, launching the second snowball toward you.

You dodged, laughing, and scooped up some snow of your own. “Oh, you’re going to regret that!” The next few minutes devolved into a chaotic snowball fight. You darted behind trees, narrowly avoiding Jayce’s throws while lobbing your own with surprising accuracy. He wasn’t as agile as you, but his aim was scarily good, and more than once you ended up covered in snow.

When you finally called a truce, you were both breathless and laughing, your cheeks pink from the cold and exertion. Jayce flopped onto the snow, spreading his arms and legs to make a snow angel.

“Not bad,” he said between breaths. “But I think I won.”

“You wish,” you said, collapsing beside him. “I hit you way more times than you hit me.”

“Debatable,” he replied, turning his head to look at you. His brown eyes sparkled with warmth, and his smile was softer now, less mischievous. The two of you lay there in the snow, staring up at the pale blue sky. The world felt quiet, the only sounds the distant laughter of children and the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.

“Thanks for dragging me out here,” Jayce said after a while. “I needed this.”

You turned your head to face him, your breath visible in the cold air. “Me too. It’s nice to just... be for a while. No council meetings, experiments, or deadlines.”

“Just you, me, and our little Buddy,” he said with a chuckle, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. You felt your cheeks grow warmer, though whether it was from the cold or something else, you weren’t sure. “And the cookies,” you reminded him, sitting up and reaching for the box he’d brought.

Jayce sat up too, brushing snow from his coat. “Right. Can’t forget about the cookies.” The two of you sat together, sharing cookies and sipping hot cocoa from the thermos. Buddy stood proudly nearby, a testament to your combined (if slightly chaotic) efforts. Pulling off your gloves, cradling the thermos in your hands. The warmth seeped through your fingers as you took a sip, the rich, sweet cocoa melting the chill in your bones. Jayce opened the box of cookies, offering you one before taking one for himself.

"These are so good,” you said, savoring the buttery sweetness.

“Told you Mrs. Halloway knows her stuff,” Jayce replied, his grin boyish as he took a large bite. “Snowball fights and cookies. Best day off ever.”

You leaned back, watching Buddy stand proudly in the distance. “I think we outdid ourselves with that snowman,” you said.

Jayce glanced at it, a playful smile on his face. “He’s definitely got personality. Though next year, I’m thinking we add some light-up features. Maybe a mini hammer.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course you are. But fine, as long as I get to handle the design.”

“Deal,” he said, raising his cookie like a toast.

As the two of you sat there, sharing cookies and warm drinks, the soft glow of the setting sun painted the snow in shades of gold and pink. It was a rare, perfect moment of peace, one you knew you’d carry with you through the busier days ahead. And in the quiet of the winter evening, with Jayce’s laughter still echoing in your ears, you realized this was what you loved most about him: his ability to make even the simplest moments unforgettable.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Jayce pulled his scarf from the snowman and wrapped it around your shoulders instead.

“You’re going to freeze,” you protested, but he shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’re the one who dragged me out here, so it’s only fair that I make sure you stay warm.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, leaning into his side as he slung an arm around you. “Same time next year?” he asked, his tone light but hopeful.

“Maybe, as long as you aren't late.” you agreed, smiling as you watched the last light of day fade behind the snow-covered trees.

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[slytherinzz]

Scars of the past

Summary: after one of your late night rescues, they find themselves in the Room of Requirement to tend to their battle wounds. It has been two years since the event of fifth year, but Sebastian can't help but to think back at that awfull time after seeing the scars on MC's body. His scars.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!reader

Warnings: A lil angst a lil fluff

The castle was quiet as Sebastian and MC trudged up the winding staircases of Hogwarts, their steps heavy with exhaustion. The faint light of the moon streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors. They had just returned from yet another escapade—clearing out a poacher camp and rescuing a pair of distressed mooncalves.

It had become a ritual for the two of them, these late-night missions. They both shared a deep-seated need to right the wrongs of the magical world after their 5th year, and somewhere along the line, their shared purpose had grown into something more.

Sebastian stole a glance at her as they ascended the final staircase to the Room of Requirement. Dirt smudged her cheeks, a faint streak of blood ran along her forearm, and her hair was in wild disarray. And yet, to him, she looked radiant.

“You’re quiet,” she said, giving him a sidelong look. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just wondering how many poachers we’ve pissed off this time,” he teased, though the smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Enough to ensure they won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

The wall before them shimmered as they approached, and the Room of Requirement opened to reveal a familiar, cozy space: a crackling fireplace, two plush couches, and a simple bed tucked away in the corner for nights like these when they didn’t dare risk sneaking back to their dorms.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, stepping inside and kicking off his boots. “Merlin’s beard, I think I’m too tired to move another muscle.”

“You and me both,” she agreed, plopping down onto one of the couches and wincing slightly as she stretched.

As they worked in companionable silence, patching up their injuries with Wiggenweld potions and quick healing charms, Sebastian couldn’t help but notice how her hands trembled slightly. She always tried to hide it after these missions, as if refusing to acknowledge the toll it took on her body would make it less real.

“You should let me take a look at that arm,” he said, nodding toward the shallow cut on her forearm.

“It’s fine, really—”

“Let me,” he insisted, his voice softer this time.

She relented, sitting beside him and holding out her arm. His fingers brushed her skin as he muttered a charm to clean the wound, and she shivered slightly under his touch. He felt his heart quicken, but he forced himself to focus.

“There,” he said after a moment, leaning back and admiring his work. “Good as new.”

She smiled at him, and for a moment, the room seemed to grow warmer. There was something unspoken between them, something that had been building for months but neither dared to address.

“You’re staring,” she said, breaking the tension with a teasing grin.

“Can you blame me?” he shot back, though the words held more weight than he intended. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood to rummage through her bag.

“Ugh, I need to get out of these clothes,” she muttered, turning her back to him as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Sebastian’s gaze immediately dropped, his cheeks reddening as he tried to give her privacy. He’d seen her change before, in hurried moments during their missions, but it was different now. There was an intimacy in the air that hadn’t been there before, and it left him flustered.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting upward, and that’s when he saw them—scars. Her back was littered with them, pale lines crisscrossing her skin like a map of battles fought and endured.

And then he saw it.

A jagged, lightning-shaped scar stretched diagonally across her back, angry and red even after two years. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the distinct mark left by the Cruciatus Curse.

His Cruciatus Curse.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was quiet, unsure, as she glanced over her shoulder and caught the expression on his face.

“Did I do that to you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned fully to face him, clutching her shirt to her chest, her eyes softening. “Sebastian—”

“Did I do that to you?” he repeated, his voice breaking this time.

She hesitated, then nodded. “It happened that night in the Scriptorium. When you… when you cast the curse on me.”

He felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He had tried so hard to atone for the mistakes of his fifth year, to make amends for the darkness he had embraced. But seeing the physical reminder of his actions carved into her skin—it was almost too much to bear.

“I—” His voice faltered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t realize—”

She stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. “Sebastian, stop. I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“How can you forgive something like that?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Because I know who you are now,” she said simply. “And you’re not that boy anymore.”

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him as she took his hands in hers.

“I don’t blame you for what happened,” she continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “It was a dark time for both of us, and we’ve both made mistakes. But you’ve changed, Sebastian. You’ve become someone I trust, someone I… care about.”

He looked at her, his heart aching with a mixture of guilt and love. “I care about you too,” he admitted. “More than you know. And that’s why it kills me to see what I’ve done to you.”

She smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. “You can’t change the past, but you’ve more than made up for it. And I wouldn’t be here without you.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the silence between them comfortable and warm. Finally, she stood, pulling him up with her and guiding him toward the bed.

“Come on,” she said, her voice light despite the heaviness of their conversation. “We both need some rest.”

He hesitated, glancing at her nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Sebastian,” she said with a small laugh, “you’ve slept here before. I’m not going to bite.”

As they lay side by side, the tension between them began to melt away. His arm found its way around her waist, and she didn’t protest. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

“For what?”

“For forgiving me. For giving me a chance to make things right.”

She smiled against his chest, her eyes already drifting shut. “Always.”

As sleep claimed them, Sebastian pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, silently vowing to protect her from any harm—even from himself.

[takamiwife]

what keigo loves about different parts of your body

🔞this post is slightly nsfw. mdni pls and thank u :3🔞

💌 pls check the lil note at the end 💌

hair

this is a man who cares about hair. you thought all that volume was natural? no, he knows what he’s doing, but you make it seem so effortless. he’s even asked you to do his hair (definitely not bc he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair) when you two have extra time in the morning. but now he always has a brush of some sort on him for when you fly with him and you whine about how he ruined your hair (fair enough, me too girl). he loves the way it smells, and sometimes uses your nice smelling shampoo because why isn’t he allowed to smell like flowers and vanilla too?

eyes

god your eyes. he loves just staring at them. they’re so mesmerizing, they have a shade he’s never seen before. did you know you smile with your eyes? well, you do, and keigo loves it. keigo knows body language quite well, and while you two were still just going out, he remembers talking about something quite personal, something he’s never really talked about with anyone before, and when he looked over to you, your eyes were heavily dilated. sure, they had been your past few dates too, but never this much. it actually caught him off guard, the idea that you actually liked him for him? did you like him as keigo, and not hawks? that’s one of the few times he was left speechless in his life

lips

hey, it’s not his fault that they’re always so soft and plump, and you always wear such a pretty lipgloss that compliments your hair or your outfit. is the man not allowed to stare and enjoy them? he loves the way they feel against his own, and he loves your reaction to the gentle bites he does to them when things are getting heavy, or god, the shapes they make when he’s eating you out, tongue deep in your cunt, watching your perfect pretty lips make little ‘o’s as moans tumble out

tiddies

“ass or titties” why not BOF?? he can’t choose, and can you blame him? bro doesn’t care what size or shape they are, titties are titties. he thinks they look good in any top you wear. watching them bounce while he fucks you, or holding them in his hands while you ride him, fuck. just the thought turns him on. he’s having a bad day? send him some tiddy pics (bonus points if you’re in the shower and they’re a lil soapy) and dude is on cloud 9. recently, there was a picture of you two at a gala that went viral because while you were smiling, talking to someone else at the table, it seems keigo didn’t notice there was a camera because he was staring right at them in your dress (and who can blame him). more than all of that though, he loves laying on them. they’re his favorite pillow. crawling onto the couch or into bed and just sticking his face between them is a highlight of his day

hands

he feels selfish saying it, but he loves everything your hands do for them. besides them always being so soft and smelling so nice, they’re so kind to him. you brought him into your arms in a way no one else ever has. you hold him so tight or so soft depending on what he needs. the way your hands move to his cheeks when you kiss. how your fingers delicately trace his body when you’re laying in bed, how gently you scratch his head whenever he wants, and when you touch his wings, you do so with a certain care that no one has ever held for them

thighs

if ass and titties are tied for first, thighs are an extremely close second. he loves how sensitive your inner thighs are, how you jolt when he kisses them (especially after he’s already made you cum a bunch of times) and watching the dark spots form after he nibbles them. he consistently tells you that if you crushed his head with your thighs while he was eating you out, he’d die happy.

ass

again, “ass or titties” why not BOF??? god forbid you have to bend down for any reason, because suddenly the mf is spawned behind you, reeling his hand back as far as he can. (you had to explain to him what a gyatt was and why people were saying you had one after a picture of you two at the gym made the rounds on twt) doggy is one of his favorite positions. he loves manhandling your hips, nearly leaving marks from holding you so tightly. or, if he’s feeling extra mean, suddenly stopping as he leans into your ear whispering, “cmon baby, fuck back onto me. show me how bad you want it” just to hear you whine and eventually give in. but the rhythm of your ass hitting his hips is mesmerizing. it’s hard for him to just watch and not fuck into you as fast as he can, but with this, he’s definitely learning to take his time.

💌 hi hi everyone <3 first of all, i want to say thank you so much to everyone who’s been reblogging, liking, commenting, and following. you’re all such sweethearts and i’m so glad you enjoy what ive been posting. on that note, what would you guys like to see more of, or any specific requests? you can leave them in my inbox or in the comments and i’ll tag you :3 yall know i love keigo, but i can totally write about different bnha characters (or you can request other anime characters and ill let you know if ive seen the show! don’t hate me for being uncultured tho 😭) please keep in mind, if its a ua student im not comfortable doing nsfw. sfw is totally fine tho! i do have a couple ideas lined up for keigo tho. how do you guys feel abt nsfw posts? would you like to see more of them/have them incorporated more? (not into every post, but ykyk)

thank u for reading my little yap sesh, i love you all 💗