#here enjoy this until i get the requests out

[organic-bloodbath]

Hi, I apologize in advance for any mistakes, English is not my native language.. I like the way you write. may I ask salesman and his wife. A semi-nswf story about his wife saying the safe word in the process? A little fluff and comfort 👉👈 If you don't write this, then I'm sorry, have a nice day

Pumpkin

Salesman x Wife!Reader

Summary: As above.

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut -> minors get tf out

A/N: This is a little shorter than my usual fics i think. He might be a hot psycho with others, but he's a total softie with his wife ❤️💙

"Pumpkin," you gasped quickly. "Oh, fuck, Pumpkin!" He immediately stopped and looked at you with a concerned look on his face.

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He was thrusting in and out of you with as fast pace as he was able to, pinning your hands above your head.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked quietly and let go of your wrists, cupping your face with his hand. "Was i being too rough? Did i hurt you?"

"It just," you panted. "It was becoming too much to handle."

"Do you want to stop? We can end this here if you need to."

"No, no," you hurried to say before he managed to pull himself out of you. "Just, a little slower, okay?"

"You sure you want to continue?"

"Yes, please," you nodded and kissed his lips. "Can we switch?"

He lifted his eyebrow but moved to lay next to you on his back. You were almost always the bottom, so he was surprised by your request, though wasn't against it at all. You sat on top of him, burying his cock back inside you, soft moan escaping your lips as you sat down. You put your hands on his chest, and he grabbed the side of your thighs, helping you move your hips back and forth at a right pace.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying every inch of him inside you, nails digging on his chest.

"My god, you feel good," he gasped. He didn't close his eyes, unlike you, only looked at your gorgeous figure as you moved on him on a little faster speed now.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist as you kept moving up and down on him. He started peppering kissed on your neck and along your collarbone, sucking marks on your skin on exactly the right spots. You slid your hand in his hair, pressing on the back of his head and gently massaging his scalp.

He brought his face up and took you in a rough kiss. As you let out a deep moan, his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were starting to get tired, and he seemed to notice it by your slower movements now. He put his hands firmly on your ass, helping you move better.

"Oh my god, i'm so close," you whimpered, breath hot against his face.

"Come for me, baby," he muttered, locking eyes with you.

Soon after, you felt pleasure waving through your entire body like sparks of electricity. Both of you were complete moaning messes in the end, until he collapsed back on the mattress, pulling you with him, his arms tightly around your back. You were panting hard and he brushed your hair with his fingers as you laid on top of him, not able to move a muscle for a moment.

"You were amazing, honey," he whispered and planted a kiss on your temple.

"You too," you said quietly, completely out of energy and breath.

"I love you," he whispered and pressed his chin on top of your head. "I'm sorry if i hurt you."

You turned your head upwards, looking directly in his eyes. "I'm alright, don't worry." You pressed a short kiss on his lips, causing a small smile to spread on his face.

"You sure?" he repeated with furrowed brows, looking concerned.

"I'm good, honey."

"Good. I'll go and make us a hot bath," he said and got up. You pouted a little when he rolled you away from him and left you to lay there alone.

You stayed lying on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you tighter. He always had a bath with you after you'd had sex, every single time, unless you didn't have much time left to spend together. That was usually if he had to leave for work soon, but tonight he was all yours. Even if you would be left alone, he would still prepare a bath for you.

It would take a while until the bath was going to be ready, so you took your phone from the bedside table and noticed a few messages you had received.

Jae: "i'm NEVER again going to a blind date."

Jae: "call me asap i gotta talk."

Mom ♡: "Did you ask your father about the plans next weekend?"

Mi-hee: "i got the day off, wanna do something on sunday?"

You managed to answer to two of the texts, not having the time to deal with Jae right now, and then only stared at the ceiling, slowly gathering your energy back.

Sooner than you expected, your husband came back and you put your phone back to the bedside table.

"Come on, the bath's ready."

"Carry me." You bit your lip. "Pretty please."

He rolled his eyes, but smiled and took you into his arms, bridal style. "How could i ever say 'no' to you?"

You had been married for the past 7 years but it felt much less, like you were forever stuck in your honeymoon phase.

When you reached the bathroom, he gently let you down to stand on the soft bathroom rug instead of the cold tiles. You noticed that he had poured you two glasses of red wine.

He went into the water first, you right after. You leaned your back against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. You let your head fall on the crook of his neck. The water was warm, and you knew you could fall asleep in his embrace right there and then if you closed your eyes any longer than a few seconds.

"Darling?" he said softly after a short silence and rubbed your shoulder.

"Hm?"

"Would you be ready to... try again?"

You knew what he meant. You had waited for him to start this conversation again, but was also afraid of it.

"Really? You want that?" You turned your head to look at him, and he was looking down at you.

"Of course," he said. "But only if you're ready for it."

Both of you wanted to build a family and have a kid or two. You had been pregnant once, but miscarried your baby couple of years ago on your second trimester. After coming home from the hospital, you had been a total wreck for weeks, even months, and felt like you could never have children, even though it wasn't true, and it would be too scary to try again.

"I mean," you mumbled. "Can i be honest?"

"I want you to always be honest with me," he insisted and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"I'm just," you started, trying to find the correct word. "Scared."

He pressed a kiss on your temple. "I know. I'm scared too, but it could work out this time, you know."

"What if it doesn't?" you asked, brows furrowed. "I don't think i can handle that a second time."

"If anything bad happens, i'll be here for you on every step," he promised.

You didn't say anything and looked away from him. To be honest, you had thought about trying to get pregnant again, but you felt like you had lost all hope in that area. You knew women could experience miscarriage many times and eventually give birth to a healthy baby, but you didn't have the strength for that.

"Should we go to a doctor first?" you asked, feeling nervous. "You know, to see if i have any problems getting pregnant and with pregnancy overall."

"I can book an appointment if you'd like," he smiled.

"Okay."

♡♡

A/N: I wrote this rather fast but hope it turned out okay. I'm trying to get another part for the Ddakji series but struggling to figure out where the story goes so it'll take a while 👉🏻👈🏻

[impish-baby]

not a request or anything just want to here your thoughts!

abo alpha and omega couple with beta child reader. Like imagine reader is jst walking around and they notice a weird omega following them lol bonus points is omega can’t have pups.

-🪸

Yes yes I like this idea!!

Omega that's gone a little off after finding out they're unable to have pups of their own.. hanging out around schools, parks, trying to process their grief

It makes it worse.

There's one kid that constantly catches their eye, always waiting on the curb until the school is abandoned before starting to walk home no matter the weather. They've taken to following them, just to make sure they're safe! At least that's what they tell themselves as they trail the pup back to some nice looking house, there's no cars in the driveway, they can't be much older than ten and they're home alone for hours

Who makes you a snack? Helps with homework? There's no way they're getting the care a child needs!

Alpha who is burying their own hurt because they need to take care of their mate, but they're just as devastated.. spends a lot of free time looking at adoption or foster care options for when omega is ready

Until their mate waits until they're both settled into bed to gently grasp their hand and explain all about the beta kid that could really use a proper home and parents

(I also enjoy a version of this where the couple are readers parents that lost them to the system for whatever reason.. desperate to get them back but reader has grown so much and either doesn't remember or has resentment towards them)

[rafeysdeer]

hiii I really love ur writing I eat it up everytimee ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😛

I was wondering if I could request a Jason Todd like thingy where reader is new to Gotham and she doesnt know her boyfriend (jason) is red hood or who he is really . And one night he just passes out straight in bed without even thinking about his suit and helmet and reader wakes up to this masked man in her bed and is like screaming and being like “wtf who the hell are you” “my bf is huge and he’ll fuck you up” and calling Jason and stuff and he’s just like tf?

Ik this request is like all over the place but I just randomly had this cute idea and I thought you’d eat it up 😍

thankkk uu ❤️❤️❤️

rough night (aka civil!reader x vigilante bf jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where jason still keeps being a vigilante a secret from you, and you continue to be clueless that your boyfriend is red hood, until one rough night he forgets something a little important.

a/n: omg hi! i'm so happy with your request, sorry that it take so long, but here it is, i love how your mind work btw, hope you like it, i actually don't think my writing is good on this one, but the prompt is amazing! feel free to send requests!

It was a particularly calm night, at least for you, who had already done your bedtime routine, and were curled up in the couch with your favorite book, waiting for your boyfriend.

You watched on the news that there was a chasing, but this is Gotham, there is always a chasing on the news, you may not have lived here for long, but you are used to the special way of the city, fights, deaths and crimes that flooded the city on an ordinary weekday.

As much as you enjoyed waiting for your boyfriend to get home, so you could go to bed with him, he was pretty late today, and it was already late night, sleep was starting to overtake you, the book slowly becoming less interesting and more hazy, finally making you decide it was time to go to bed.

Now, even though Gotham is a dangerous city, and more than anything, unexpected, you definitely didn't expect that on a cool tuesday night you would walk into your room in your pretty pajamas and comfortable robe and find a huge vigilante lying on your bed, comfortable, as if he lived there his whole life.

And no one can blame you that your first reaction was to scream, scream for your life, while the book falls from your hand, you were in complete shock, the vigilante waking up confused as he looks around and finds you wrapped in your pink robe looking absolutely terrified.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment? How did you get into my fucking apartment?" she said frantically as tears began to well up in your eyes as you grabbed the closest thing to you, to defend yourself, which turned out to be the lamp on your nightstand.

And the man lying in your bed looks just as confused as you do, even more, his head tilted to the side, you can't see through the intimidating red helmet, but you're sure if you could, you'd see a huge question mark hanging on his face.

"What do you mean who the hell am I? Have you lost your mind, honey?" And it wasn't until his voice came out modified by the modulator that Jason realized he was still in his full uniform, including his helmet, which explained his girlfriend's complete panic upon seeing him.

"Look, my boyfriend is going to be here any minute, and he's huge and he's going to beat the hell out of you, so please leave."

The words might have been intended to be threatening, but they lost their effect almost instantly when he knew that the boyfriend she was referring to was the one lying on the bed being threatened at that moment, and also by the tears he desperately wanted to wipe from your face.

And, as Gotham is the city of the unexpected, the unexpected happens, and the huge vigilante lying on your bed starts laughing, but not a threatening laugh, or a shy little giggle, he starts to really laugh, the kind of laugh that you throw your head back for laughing so hard, while slowly removing the helmet from his head.

And when your beloved boyfriend reveals himself, the lamp in your hand slowly lowers as your lips part in pure shock.

"Jason? What the hell is going on right now?"

She said while still holding the lamp, and looked at him more confused than ever, and the once scary and threatening vigilante stands up and wraps you in a hug, while you remain in complete shock.

"Did you have any intention to tell me about this at some point?"

Your mind, still recovering from the shock, manages to elaborate and ask, while you return the hug, as tight as you can, still shaking from finding out that your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you, I just didn't know if you were going to be ready to hear it, and if you would still be with me after you found out."

"If you would still see me the same way, you would love me the same way"

And now your shock is for a completely different reason, as you pull away from his embrace softly, your brows furrowed in pure indignation.

"Are you kidding me right now? Jason I would love you and be with you even if you were the fucking Batman."

And a comforting smile appears on your face, as you, on your tiptoes, hold his face in your hands as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and for you, he was.

"Jay, I love you regardless of any of this, if you're a secret vigilante at night, your secrets or anything else, because I love you for who you are and I need you to know that."

And now the bright tears in your eyes were for a completely different reason, you just didn't expect him to think that way, when right there in front of you is the man you loved the most in the world.

"God, what did I do to deserve someone like you?" he murmurs into your hair as you're wrapped around each other, you guiding him towards the comfortable bed.

"I ask myself that every day, Jay."

And now, with no secrets and curled up comfortably in each other, as it should be, he whispers to you.

"About that Batman thing, we need to talk."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 10

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: in the land of delulu.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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You excuse yourself for a hot bath. You didn't have the luxury in your apartment. You may as well enjoy what you can as the seconds tick down until your eternal purgatory. 

You breathe in the steam and let it soothe you. As much as it can. You don't think you've truly relaxed since the smoke filled your apartment. Oh, yeah, that's right, this man pulled out army tactics just to get you here. Just when you convince yourself he's not that loony, you remember another twisted facet of this whole ordeal. 

No matter how many times you retrace your steps, how many memories you unravel and search, you can't figure out where he came from, or how you managed to catch his attention. You are unremarkable but he talks like you're some sort of goddess. Not too mention, he seems to believe he knows you somehow. That you are soulmates in some ridiculously serendipitous way. There's nothing meant to be about this. You never meant to be with anyone. 

The water turns lukewarm and you stir. You might as well get out. You're not going to get much out of it aside from the pruned skin. You dry off and wrap yourself in one of the fluffy robes hung in wait. You stop to stare at yourself in the mirror. 

What else can you do to change his mind? You ate like an animal, you vomited like an overfed cat, and you've done everything to make yourself unapproachable to the general public, not just him. It's like this is a game to him but you're not having fun. 

You come out into the hotel room. The smell of lavender and aloe gives you pause. The lights are dimmed. Oh jeez. You cross your arms as the soft Hawaiian sunset glows through the large glass doors. Flickering candlelight pulses all around you and rose petals decorate the floor and bed. 

"Please, I just want to sleep--" 

"Jellybean, good boy Lloyd is gonna help you do just that," he purrs as he appears. "I'm gonna give you a nice massage. I know you don't like strangers touching you and all that so I'm going to do it all on my own--" 

"What? No. No. I'm going to sleep..." you trail off as you see what he's wearing. Next to nothing. Just a tight red thong that barely contains his very obvious excitement. 

"Take off your robe, bean, and let the magic hands do their work," he reaches for you and you dodge him. 

"Lloyd, it's... we're not even married. Shouldn't you wait until tomorrow night-" 

"Tomorrow? The wedding night? Beanie boo, I don't think you realise everything I'm saving for that. The way I'm gonna pamper you," he spreads his hands flat in the air and nuzzles the air lewdly then flicks his tongue slowly up and down. 

"God," you whisper and clutch tight the front of your robe. "I said... you said we'd wait--" 

"It's all above board. I can have a feel of the goods but I'm not gonna untie the ribbon. Promise," he puts his hand to his chest. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, I can take these off-" 

He hooks his thumbs in the sides of the thong and you shake your head furiously, "no, no, don't-- don't do that." 

"I'm not shy, baby." He winks. 

"Lloyd, please. I'm tired. I... I've never flown before--" 

"Will you keep saying my name, bean? You make it sound so nice." 

You blink and hold back your revolt. You keep telling yourself you just need to get through this one thing but why? You're not getting out of this. He's taken you out of your apartment, out of the city, out of state. You're pretty sure there's nowhere left to run and he's shown you what happens if you try to hide. 

"Come on, I'll be gentle. I just want you to feel good. Get nice and loose for the wedding," he steps closer and grabs the belt of your robe. "My little jelly bean--" He pauses and blinks down at you. "Am I talking to much again? Let my hands do the talking, huh?" 

He winks and licks his lips. You want to melt and not in a good way. He tugs loose your belt and you barely keep the robe from falling open completely. He purrs and grabs your hands. You wrestle with him, defeated as he wrenches apart the fabric. 

"Damn, bean, I mean... it just gets sweeter every time I see it," he wiggles excitedly. 

You put your hands on his but he’s much too strong to deter. His eyes flick up from your body and he grins. He licks his lips. 

“I already know you’re just as delicious as you look,” he snarls. “Come on, bean.” He walks you backwards until you’re by the bed. “You get yourself nice and naked and spread eagle.” 

He pushes you, just hard enough that you fall onto the mattress. Your chest jiggles as you land and he purrs again. You plant the heels of your hands on the bed and drag yourself up. He goes to the night stand and grabs the shiny bottle of massage oil. 

You don’t have much of a choice but the easiest one is to go along with this. He says it’s just a massage. You know better than to trust the man who stalked you, who terrified you, then stole you away, but you don’t have much defense against him. Nothing but your submission. 

You slip free of the robe then turn onto your stomach. He tugs away the cotton and lets it heap on the floor. He climbs up on the bed, jostling you as he crosses the mattress on his knees. He oils up his palms and you quickly turn you face down into the pillows. 

He straddles your ass and you tense. He grabs your shoulders and rolls the muscles between his thumb and fingers. He tuts, “baby, you need to chill out. Let your good boy help you out.” 

He pushes his thumbs into your flesh and angles his hands to drag his knuckles down your back. The ridges of his hands drag along either side of your spine and he traces with his thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle. You can’t resist the moan that rises between your lips and catches in the pillow case. 

He pushes back up and once more kneads your shoulders. You quiver and squeeze your eyes shut. It’s overwhelming to be touched. At all. More unnerving that you don’t hate it. 

You avoid people, just as much, you avoid any contact. You like your space, your quiet, and this man has violated both. He runs his touch down your sides and the warmth of him seeps into you. He takes your left arm and begins tedious and tender work of the entire length. Your fingers curl and your hand twitches. 

You groan and he wiggles against you. His crotch is pressed into you without shame. You hardly notice as you fight the rising tide of delight flowing through you. No, why does it feel good? 

He gets to your other arm as the tension slowly uncoils. You never realised how much there was and he’s finding every nook and cranny. He works his way over your back once more. You quiver and moan long and loud. 

“That’s it, jelly bean,” he growls and once more grinds against your ass. “Like putty in my hands. 

He moves down your legs and pushes a knee between them. He parts your thighs and knees on the bed. He brushes his thumbs along the curve of your ass and hums. He bends and you clench your cheeks. He clucks, “now, now, be a good girl. I said I’d behave, bean.” 

He rubs your ass in his large hands. He leans in and kisses each cheek. You squirm but he doesn’t let up. He flutters his fingers along the insides of your thighs. You shiver and he puts more pressure into it. He teases and tends to you. 

You bring your arm up to grip the billow and arch your back. He flicks his finger along your cunt and you pop your head up. He snickers. 

“I said relax. I can’t have my wife tied in knots... I’m supposed to tie her in knots,” he taunts. 

He brings himself to straddle you again. He shifts over you and pushes your thighs closed with his. He grips your hips and massages them tightly. He pulls a hand back as he moves behind you. 

He rests his dick between your cheeks as he pins you down by your waist. You spasm but can’t push yourself up. He has you trapped as he slowly thrusts up and down, gliding along your flesh. 

“Lloyd, you said--” 

“Don’t worry. I won’t go inside,” he grits as he keeps his careful tempo. “Mmm, baby, how can you expect me to resist this ass. Urgh, it’s so nice.” 

He brings his hand down to push your cheeks together as he fucks between them. Mortified, you squeak and hide your face. You reach back with one hand and push on his forearm. There’s no stopping him and this is just a preview of the next night. 

Your hand falls away at the thought. You can’t stop him. You won’t. No matter how you fight. You tried that and he won. The moment he got you out of your apartment, it was over. 

The bed rocks with him. He builds his speed, little by little. His deep voice fills the hotel room as he kneads your ass. He pumps between them and snarls. He squeezes until your eyes water. 

You twist your neck and swat at him, “Lloyd, you’re hurting---” 

He lets go of once side of your rear and shoves your head down. He ruts wildly as he crushes your skull into the pillow and bounces you on the mattress. A sudden warmth spills into the small of your back and spurts further up your spine. He hisses and quakes, losing his rhythm as he leans his weight onto you. 

You grasp his wrist and whine, “ow, Lloyd--” 

He retracts from you and flips to fall beside you. You keep your face down, your eyes stinging with tears. You’re scared. You can’t remember the last time you weren’t, but that’s all the proof you need. Lloyd can say all these sweet things, make all his promises, but you know in the end, you can’t control him. He can barely control himself. 

“Jellybean,” he tickles your hip as his cum cools on your skin. “You’re so amazing--” 

You shimmy away from him without looking back. You can’t lay there any longer. You nearly fall off the bed. You stagger away from the bed. You need to get away from him and more, you need to get that stuff off of you. 

You burst into the bathroom and crank on the sink. You grab a washcloth and wet it. You wipe away the stickiness along your hips but you can’t reach higher.  

Lloyd’s shadow appears in the door frame. You ignore him as you rinse the cloth and try again. He comes to you and takes a clean one. “Let me help--” 

“No, I’m fine,” you snip. 

“Jellybean, I know it’s been a long day--” 

“You know? You don’t know,” you sneer and tear away from him. 

“Baby--” 

“I bathed and you—you--” 

“I made a mess,” he giggles. 

You face him and shake your head. What is wrong with him? This isn’t funny. 

“I couldn’t help myself,” he runs his hand down his naked torso. “It’s just what you do to me. I’m...” he stops and looks down as his dick twitches. “I’m getting hard again just think of it. Au naturel, baby. No enhancers needed.” He growls and drags the washcloth around his shaft. “Little blue pill got nothing on you.” 

He wipes himself then wads up the wet cloth and hurls it in the sink. “Alright, then. Longing makes the heart, and the balls, grow fonder, huh?” He offers his hand and smirks, “let’s go to bed.” 

You stare at him. Unmoving. He shows his palms. 

“Sleeping only. Well, maybe a few snuggles,” he says. “But I promise, I’ll abstain. Just for a little longer.” 

[greengoblinswifey]

Love & Super Bowl

pairing— Cooper Dejean x Fem!Reader

summary— The Eagles just won the Super Bowl and on top of that, it’s your boyfriend’s birthday. So, you reward him and celebrate in the best way possible.

warnings— 18+. fluff, L bombs, praise kink, oral(m&f), fingering, hair pulling, strip tease, ass slapping, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie.

a/n— As requested by the masses, Cooper DeJean smut🙏🏽I need him so fucking baddd

As the final whistle blew, signaling the Philadelphia Eagles’ victory, you leaped from your seat, your cheers echoing amidst the crowd.

Green confetti rained down everywhere and the crowd was going wild, the cheers enough to make you go deaf. Pushing through the chaos, you spotted him on the field, helmet off, hair a mess, the biggest smile on his face. You didn’t even think, just ran straight to him, launching yourself into his arms. He caught you like it was nothing, holding you tight as you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m so proud of you, baby!” you practically shouted, smiling like an idiot.

Cooper laughed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you so much,” he said, kissing you, green confetti sticking to both of you.

The whole thing felt unreal, like something out of a movie.

Later at the after party, Cooper looked hot—too hot. A cigar between his lips, smirk on his face, championship chain around his neck, you wanted him, badly. But you kept it together, mostly. That is, until you started dancing on him, pushing your ass back to feel how hard you made him.

His grip on your waist tightened. “Baby, stop,” he murmured in your ear, voice low. “You know I’ll take you right here.”

You smirked, looking back at him. “Then do it.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Just wait ‘til we get back to the hotel.”

And he meant that.

The whole night, he kept you close, his arm around your waist, pulling you into him like he couldn’t stand to be apart for more than five seconds. You could tell he was counting down the minutes until the party was over even though he was enjoying it.

And the second you walked into the hotel room? He had you up against the door, kissing you like he’d been waiting forever. His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, pulling you closer. His hands on your ass, slapping and squeezing.

“You were amazing tonight,” you murmured between kisses. “So proud of you.”

The Super Bowl, his birthday, and you, his girlfriend? He couldn’t have asked for a better night.

“You deserve to be rewarded tonight,” you murmured, tracing a hand down Cooper’s chest as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He smirked, his eyes dark. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, giving him that look, the one that always made his breath hitch. “Mhm.”

Slowly, you stepped back, peeling off your outfit with a teasing smile, even swaying your hips and bending over to give him a full view of your pussy. He leaned back slightly, his hands gripping the sheets as he took you in, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” he muttered.

You made your way back to him, pushing him gently so he fell against the mattress. His hands immediately found your waist, but you swatted them away playfully. “Let me take care of you,” you whispered, kissing a trail down his torso.

His breathing grew heavier, his muscles tensing under your touch. “You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as you moved lower, looking up at him through your lashes.

His grip tightened on the sheets, a quiet curse slipping from his lips. “Oh, shit—”

And that was all the encouragement you needed.

After ridding him of his undergarments, his cock sprang free, hard and already leaking. You took ahold of him, hand barely able to go around it all before you kissed the tip. He sucked in a breath, his eyes laser focused on you as you trailed your tongue up and down the veins on his thick shaft.

“You’re such a tease baby,” he chucked, “C’mon, take my dick down that throat.”

He rested his hand on your head and you slowly took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. You let him settle there for a minute, relishing in how stretched out your mouth was and how sexy his soft moans sounded before you began moving your head.

“Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking amazing,” he moaned.

You pulled him out of your mouth, leaving just the tip in and suckled on it. He was so sensitive, throwing his head back and gripping the sheets as if to anchor himself. Your lips trailed from his shaft to his balls, sucking as he whimpered soft praises.

“That feels so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he murmured, breath heaving as he stared down at you.

Taking him back down your throat, you bobbed your head faster, hands caressing his balls as they tightened. With a pop, you took him out of your mouth. “Cum down my throat, you deserve it.”

He bucked his hips, moaning your name as his load shot down your throat. You didn’t stop though, taking him deeper, bobbing your head faster, determined to get every reaction and every last drop of cum out of him.

When you were finally done with him, he pulled you up into a sloppy kiss, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue. “Thank you so much, baby. You always know how to make me feel good,” he praised.

You pushed his hair back, littering his face with kisses. His hands went to your ass as his lips captured yours in a kiss that was even deeper than the last, squeezing and caressing. He had your leg up, trailing his fingers slowly along your thigh until they reached your clit.

“Baby,” you whined. “You always make me feel good but tonight is your night.”

Cooper shifted until his face was hovering over your pussy. “I don’t care. I need to taste you.”

Your half hearted protests caught in your throat as his mouth connected with your clit, sucking as though he had a point to prove. His tongue lapped at your juices, and you cried out as he abruptly slipped a finger inside you.

“God, you taste fucking incredible,” he muttered.

His tongue worked with precision, flicking your clit as his finger curled inside you, meeting your sweet spot with every thrust. You grabbed his hair, grinding on his tongue as he worked you over and before long, you could feel the coil in your abdomen tighten.

“Clenching around my fingers so tight. Give me my reward baby, cum in my mouth,” Cooper said, between licks.

Your back arched from the bed and you felt a rush of liquid leave your pussy. He lapped at your juices like a man starved, guiding you through your high as your entire body shook.

“That’s my girl, that’s my perfect fucking girl,” he cooed, sucking off his finger and licking his lips.

Your breath hitched. He didn’t even give you a minute to recover. You felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he hovered above you, his hair tousled giving him that chiseled look.

“Cooper,” you whined. “I need you so fucking bad. I’ve needed you the moment you started playing on that field, you looked so hot.”

He smirked, rubbing the tip along your folds and collecting your juices. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Without missing a beat you did as you were told. “I want your cock so bad. Please fuck me, I need it. I need you.”

“Good girl.” With his hand wrapped gently around your throat, his cock inched into your pussy. You could feel every vein as he slowly pushed inside you, inch by inch until your nails clawed his back.

“Fuck. This pussy was so needy for me, wasn’t she?” he groaned, his eyes going from his cock buried inside you to your face twisted in pleasure.

You couldn’t answer, his cock had knocked the air out of your lungs but he wasn’t having it. He thrusted harshly, your tits bouncing as your body jolted.

“Answer me,” he said, voice low and rough.

“Yes, Cooper. My pussy’s so needy,” you managed to croak out.

He began moving at a steady pace, hitting all the right spots that made your nails dig into his back even deeper. His hand was still around your throat, gentle but firm as his gaze locked with yours.

“You feel so fucking good. Taking this dick like you’re the champ tonight,” he chuckled, breathlessly.

You spread your legs even wider, the sound of your cries and pussy squelching filling the room.

“Faster, Cooper!” you cried out, feeling yourself tip over the edge.

“Anything for my good girl.”

He pushed your legs behind your head, the angle making his cock slip inside you even deeper. He pressed you into the mattress, pounding your pussy as your loud moans filled the hotel room.

“Oh my God, Cooper! I’m gonna cum!” You were sure the entire floor filled with Eagles players could hear you but in that moment, you didn’t care. Cooper was fucking you too good, still running off the adrenaline from the game.

You moaned his name like a prayer, squirting on his raw cock as he continued slamming into you. He pressed kisses to your lips, still thrusting into you until he flipped you over so you were on your back.

He slapped your ass, making you squeal, then sank right back into you. “So fucking sexy. Take everything I give you.”

You arched your back and his fingers tangled in your hair as he slammed into you from behind. With each thrust, you felt the head of his cock practically kissing your cervix. He stared down at your ass rippling against him and his cock disappearing inside you, covered in your cream.

“You should see how beautiful you look just taking my fucking dickfrom behind,” he groaned, voice raspy. “Can’t believe how lucky I am tonight.”

You pushed back against him, meeting his harsh thrusts and with the way his cock twitched inside you, you could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“That’s my girl. Push back against my dick. Fuck me back, princess.”

He let go of your hair, hand snaking around your neck as you arched off him and met his thrusts. He titled your head back, pressing a deep kiss to your lips as his hips stuttered.

“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum,” he murmured.

Your walls clenched around him, creaming on his cock and soaking him.

“Cum inside me, Cooper,” you breathed, your entire body convulsing from the intense orgasm.

You didn’t need to tell him twice, he slammed into you for the last time, pressing you into the mattress as his load filled you to the brim. A deep a guttural moan left his lips, his cock twitching and painting your insides.

“Don’t move, baby,” he whimpered. “Stay right there, take all my cum. I’m gonna breed this pussy tonight.”

You stayed pressed into the mattress, the feeling of his warm and sticky cum leaving you content until he finally collapsed beside you, panting.

You were still catching your breath, body trembling slightly as Cooper pulled you into his arms. His skin was warm against you, his lips brushing over yours as you both tried to steady yourselves. His hand slid up your back, fingers tracing lazy patterns as he gazed at you with that look he always gave you, like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“You took me so well,” he murmured. “You’re so hot. That was amazing.”

You smiled against his lips, pressing another soft kiss there before pulling back to look at him. “I’m so proud of you, truly,” you whispered. “You did absolutely amazing out there. You’re a fucking Super Bowl champion, Cooper.”

He let out a breathless chuckle and pressed a trail of kisses over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, making you giggle softly.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, holding you even closer, like he never wanted to let go. “I couldn’t think of a better way to end the night.”

You snuggled deeper into his chest, your fingers lazily tracing over his skin. “I love you too. Happy birthday again,” you whispered back, closing your eyes as his heartbeat thrummed steadily in your ear.

Perfect.

[holyhaech]

hiiiiii!!! can i request Jisung with the 3rd prompt please

stupid cupid

f!reader x park jisung (fluff, secret admirer)

you wake up on a random monday, normal as ever. everything following your regularly scheduled programming. well, until you get a text. it’s probably just your friends, asking you to join them at the party on friday, it’s valentine’s day after all! you already told them you’d go, but maybe they were just double-checking?

you open the text to see that it’s from a random number with the contact labeled “smu cupid”. what kind of stupid prank was this? i mean sure, you had no valentine. but this was just ridiculous. one of your friends must’ve signed you up for this.

you sigh as you read the text.

“you are beautiful, i love your smile. i see you smile from the back row of prof. lee’s lectures, usually when you talk to your friends. god, i wish i could be the one to make you smile like that one day. - andy.”

odd. i mean, it’s sweet and all, but it has to be written by a bot. there’s no one in your lectures named andy. not to mention the whole back row is usually too busy playing roblox to notice anything in front of them.

so you make it your mission for the next 2 days to track down this andy guy. you look back during your lectures, glancing at the back row, which confirms your suspicions. no one in the back row does anything but play video games.

little do you know, there’s a guy directly behind you 2 rows back. he looks at you every lecture, then hides behind his macbook once you turn around. he wishes he wasn’t so shy. but alas, that’s who park jisung was. the quiet nerd in the back of the lecture hall.

you gave up on the third day, thursday the 13th. there’s no chance that someone was going to as you to be their valentine. you convinced yourself that you were okay with that. the messages didn’t stop though, one per day.

tuesday: “i love the way you did your hair today, if i was yours i’d braid your hair every day if i could.”

wednesday: “you’re so smart it boggles my mind! how did you know the answer when no one else did? you amaze me everyday.”

and now, thursday: “this sounds weird but could you go to the big lawn at 4pm? i get out of my last class at 3:30, so i want to ask you something.”

well here you are, 3:58, standing in the middle of the big lawn, looking like a loser. the clock keeps ticking down, with you doubting this whole thing more and more every second.

at 4:02 he shows up, out of breath with flowers in his hand. your secret admirer was none other than park jisung? the boy you had a crush on for all of freshman year? this had to be a joke.

“you’re…andy?” you ask, suspicious.

“uhh yes! it’s my english name. my korean name is park jisung.” you extend his hand holding the flowers, handing them to you.

“i can’t believe this.” you say incredulously.

“did i do something wrong? ireadthatflowersaregoodforconfessionsandtheseremindedmeofyouand.” he rushes through his words, panicking

you cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. “it’s perfect jisung, thank you.”

his cheeks turn crimson. “oh, you’re welcome.” he responds meekly.

“i just wanted to say that i’ve had a crush on you since two years ago, in english 101. and at first i thought it was just a fleeting thing, i don’t know i’ve never been in love before. but my feelings just kept growing the more and more i saw you. i was just wondering if you would like to be my valentine? sorry that all sounded really creepy.” he stops himself to find you making eye contact with him with a bright smile on your face.

“i like you too, jisung or should i say…andy.”

he looks back at you with wide eyes, obviously not expecting this reaction.

you pull him in for a soft kiss. he melts into your lips, sinking into you with every passing second. you pull back to take a breath, with him panting in front of you.

“i love you, yn.”

“i love you too.”

you come together in an embrace, slowly rocking back and forth, enjoying the sunset behind you both.

a/n: title is inspired by nct dream's stupid cupid. hope you like this anon! i feel like it kinda sucks but oh well! we're our harshest critics ig. made this bc i'm tired of the fuckboy jisung allegations!!! that man is a capital L LOSER. he would cream his pants from just a kiss, its true!

[beloveds-embrace]

idk if this counts as a request or an ask, but i wanted to share this snippet that’s based off a real thing that happened to me literally today——

reader thinks her shitty fridge has finally died on her and puts in a maintenance order for it to be replaced before she realizes that no, it’s not dead, it just got unplugged somehow. she plugs it back in and forgets all about the work order.

until two days later, when she comes back from getting the mail to find two large men standing in the doorway of her apartment asking if anyone’s home, and she dashes forward to tell them that yes, this is her apartment and yes, she did put the order in—but the problem has already been fixed and there wasn’t a way to cancel the order, she swears!

and she’s standing there, suddenly all too aware of the shorts and tank she picked to go out in because dammit the shittier building is hot, trying not to blush because now she has the attention of this absolute bear of a man and what she swears is a supermodel.

so now these men have come all the way up here for no reason, the supermodel is grinning, and the bear is telling her that it’s all right, ma’am, no worries, they’re just glad there’s not a problem anymore.

i only realized what this situation sounded like hours fucking later💀 i couldn’t even look them in the eyes the whole time they were there, i was half trying to keep them from actually going into the apartment i was so embarrassed

you don’t have to do anything with this but i’m too scared to post this myself and thought you might find it amusing lol. i love your stuff!!

Two big men ready to do whatever maintenance/housework you need…

But only in fics because trust that I would be just as embarrassed if it happened to me 💔💔 you should totally right this tho i’d be at the forefront woth a bucket of popcorn to enjoy 🫶🏻😩

[short-honey-badger]

Hi, can I request a Shamrock salad? Some pirate pulls a Luffy on some asshole Celestial and so the Godknights pull up! Pirate lady runs off but not before barely kicking Shamrock's ass which resulted in him becoming obsessed/infatuated with her. Hunts her relentlessly but someone caught her first (marines? enemy pirates? bounty hunters? surprise me) and Shamrock furiously kills people then takes her because goddammit he should've been the one to capture her and put her in chains (look, he even brought gold cuffs with 24k diamonds to bring out the bling bling)

My dear. I'm so sorry that this took a minute to get to lol, but I really hope you enjoy!

Insolent Pirate Woman

Pairings! Figarland Shamrock x Female Reader

Warnings! almosy 3k of pure SMUT! breeding kink, viginal fingering, chains, and cuffs. Lap sex. Unintentional voyeurism.

Masterlist for Shamrock and Shanks-> HERE

Shamrock would never admit that he was pouting, but to anyone outside that saw the disgruntled god knight currently holding his broken and bleeding nose, most would likely call it like they saw it. He had shown up to cull the commotion that one of the many pirates entering the new world had started. It wasn't hard to find the reason behind said commotion, but before he could bring the pirate in, you'd sprang past him, socking him in the face, before you disappeared into the thick forests that surrounded Sabaody.

The god knight had been too surprised to pursue you, but he could remember your face and had sworn to track you down and bring you in himself. The two of you had had several run-ins after that, and like usual, you escaped him each time. But each time he saw you, with that big smile upon your face, hiding away the immense strength you possessed, Shamrock fell further and further. So when he heard that you had finally been captured by a rather reputable bounty hunter, well, he couldn't have that, could he? No, the only one to bring you in would be him.

Shamrock set sail immediately, knowing that he would need to intercept the bounty hunters before they made it back to Sabaody where you would be cuffed and sold to the highest bidder, and he would be damned before he let that happen to you. Thankfully, it wasn't terribly difficult to track you down. He had connections in every part of the Grand Line, after all.

He could see the ship that held you from where he stood on the deck of his own ship. His eyes narrowed, and he barked an order to get them closer. The wind blew the way they needed, as if knowing that the god knight was in need of it.

With a flick of his wrist, the hilt of his sword met his hand, and with a slash, he watched in satisfaction as the water parted, waves crashing into the enemy ship. Wood splintered, the main sail leaning dangerously before ultimately cracking and falling on the deck below, crushing several bounty hunters underneath its weight. Now that the vessel was dead in the water, his own ship reached the bounty hunters with ease. Shamrock leaped from his deck, booted feet touching down on the broken mast as he stared down at the panicking plebeians who had somehow captured his favorite pirate.

“You have someone I want,” he announced, and without preamble, began to swiftly cut down the bounty hunters that stood in his way. They put up little fight against someone of his caliber, so it takes no time at all before the top deck is drenched in gore, blood staining his white pants and flecks of it painted across his face. He ignores the tacky feeling and lopes below the deck, following the winding hallways until he reaches the brig below.

He ignores the prisoners who beg for his help until he finds who he is looking for. You sit at the back of your cell, a bored look on your face, seemingly uninterested in the chaos above deck until you look up and see Shamrock on the other side of the bars. You grin, eyes curving into a mischievous smile as you look him up and down, “Awe. You came all this way to save little ole me?”

Shamrock rolls his eyes, reaches forward with both hands, and promptly rips the bars off the wall. You watch with wide eyes as he saunters forward and snaps the iron cuffs from your wrist, though any hope dies when you see the set of chains that he pulls out from behind his back. They are gilded and encrusted with gems, a collar, but a fancy collar.

“If you want to call it that,” he quips dryly as he locks the golden cuffs around your wrists. You eye them with interest, noting that the insides of the cuffs were lined with a soft leather to prevent them from digging into your skin. The chains that connect them are removable, a small locking clip that Shamrock had the key to.

“Did you have these specially made?” You question and watch with interest as the redhead before you flushes, his cheeks pinking just the slightest in obvious embarrassment. You grin, not put out at all over the cuffs.

“Yes.”

You snicker at his gruff answer, though it is cut short when Shamrock tugs the chain and you trip forward, hands coming up to land against his chest. You look up, head cocking in curiosity when your new jailer lifts a hand, gloved fingers sliding into your hair reverently, as if he can’t wrap his head around the fact that he finally has you in his possession. You watch him lick his lips, tracking the way his throat works, and that pink muscle slides along his flesh. Sudden arousal pools in your lower stomach, and you shift forward, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform.

The tension in the atmosphere is palpable, and it shatters when you lunge forward, lips meeting the holy knight’s own in a kiss of pure lust. The two of you have been dancing around this mutual attraction for months, for as much as Shamrock was obsessed with you, you were just as enamored with him. This kiss is more tongue and teeth, the two of you devouring one another with a simple-minded focus. You hiss when he nips your bottom lip, teeth digging into the sensitive skin before he pulls you away by your hair, staring down at you as he attempts to get his breathing back under his control.

You whine when he stops, but it is swiftly cut off when he bends, hand yanking your head back further to expose the span of your throat. He noses along your pulse, shoulders softening, and lips leaving a trail of dark marks behind his wake. You are just as soft and delightful as Shamrock had imagined you would be.

“You should have let me capture you sooner,” he murmurs against your flesh, and you shiver at his warm breath, eyes going half-lidded and hands pulling him ever closer to you.

“If I’d known this would happen, I would have,” you breathe, and shove your hands under the short jacket he wears, nails scraping against the fabric of his shirt as you breathe him in. Your body is on fire, arousal burning like lava through your veins. You meet his gaze when he pulls away, his eyes the color of the blood that paints his face. The sight should disgust you, but it only makes that lust burn even brighter. You grin up at him, lips a mischievous smile, “Are you going to fuck me or not, Shamrock?”

You grunt when you are spun around, you back slamming into the wall of your cell, wrists aching when he jerks the chain up. His free arm tucks under your ass, leveraging you against the wall as you wrap your legs around his hips. Shamrock grinds into the heat between your legs, and a groan rips from your throat when you feel his length press against your clothed cunt, the pressure fantastic, but still not enough.

“What a filthy mouth you have, darling,” he rumbles above you. He drops the chain in favor of grasping you by the face, his gloved fingers digging into your cheeks, “If we had more time here, I’d use it for something else.”

The warning makes lust shoot down your spine, eyes going wide before a smirk curls your lips and you wiggle your eyebrows at the holy knight, “How about next time?”

Shamrock huffs at you and then leans in, softening his grip just slightly and pressing his lips against your own, devouring your mouth in a kiss that's all sharp teeth and wet tongue. You meet his head on, soft groans leaving you as you clutch at his chest, needing more of that heady pleasure that the Holy knight happily delivers you. He grinds up against your cunt again, now free hand grasping you by the ass and pulling you into the motion, his fingers digging into the thick meat of your backside.

You drop your hands from his chest, suddenly too hot and frantic with the layers you have on. You jerk at your own shirt, popping buttons, and sending them skittering across the cell floor. That hot mouth trails from your lips and down your throat, leaving behind dark marks that would linger for the next couple of days at least, teeth harsh and digging into your sensitive flesh. You curse at the pain, but it just makes the pleasure you feel all the more intense, eyes going glassy as your work to get your damn bra off.

Shamrock pulls away and reaches out, fingers finding the thick band and snapping the fabric with a twist of his hand. You grab at the article, impatiently tug it off, and drop it to the floor, breasts prickling in the cooler air and nipples tightening. He smooths his hand along the now exposed flesh, cupping your breast and smoothing the calloused pad of his thumb over your nipple before taking the bud between two fingers and pinching meanly. You yelp and send him a glare, but Shamrock only smirks back before he dips his head to suck your abused nipple between his lips, tongue flattening along the bud and you toss back your head and whine loudly.

Neither of you is aware of how loud the two of you are being, no care in the world for the other prisoners that surround your cell. Far too lost within one another to give even a second thought to your audience.

You drop your hands again, fingers finding the string that holds your pants tight around your hips and plucking it loose. You work the fabric open, mind glazed over with arousal and fingers going clumsy until Shamrock takes notice and knocks your hands away so that he can do it himself. Needing a better surface to get to you on, he pushes away from the wall and stalks to the tiny cot at the end of the room, tugging your pants down to your thighs before he drops down so that you can settle back on his lap. You shiver when the cooler air ghosts over your cunt, but the feeling doesn't last long, not when those long fingers snake down and find your already soaked folds.

Shamrock groans at the feeling of sticky cream clinging to your pussy. He slides his fingers through the mess, thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing harsh half circles that make you keen and bow forward, gilded chains rattling as your clutch at his shirt, hips rocking forward to meet his hand. His fingers find your entrance with ease, and he smirks when he slides forward, your cunt welcoming his middle finger like it's always belonged there. You cry and whine against him, working yourself up to the first orgasm of many.

“That's it, Darling. Come on my hand, take your pleasure in how I touch you,” He rumbles and presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, drinking in the sighs and moans that spill forth. He hums when you suddenly jerk in his hold, pussy fluttering and twitching as you cream around the finger he has stuffed inside of you. He shifts, and stuff two more inside your soaked cunt without remorse.

Your hips jerk at the sudden pain, but it is quickly overshadowed by the way Shamrock wriggles his fingers inside you, walls fluttering and stretching as he prepares you for something far bigger than three of his fingers. You can't help but reach up, hands dragging over his shoulders and nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, lips finding his own in a kiss that turns slow. His tongue works over your own, tangling together into a messy embrace that has saliva sticking your lips to his own.

“Sham, Sham, please,” you whine against his mouth and then pull away, big glassy eyes meeting his flaming burgundy ones as you beg, “I want your cock.”

Shamrock huffs again, face flushing and cock throbbing in his pants at the way you beg so sweetly. He pulls his fingers free and holds them up, and the two of you see how much your sticky slick coats his fingers. You watch in rapt attention as he shoves them into his mouth, tongue cleaning them with a rapturous look upon his face before he pops them free between his lips and drops his hand to work his pants free.

“I want that next time,” you say and shift impatiently on his lap, “Want to ride your face and suck your cock. Want to feel you come inside me until I can't take anymore.”

Shamrock grits his teeth at your dirty talk, finding it an incredible turn on, and slaps your exposed ass in retaliation. You gasp and hump forward, eyes going wide at the harsh touch, and so Shamrock does it again, his other hand shoving his underwear down and hissing when his cock jumps out. His length is shiny with precum, twitching with the need to be shoved inside of your waiting cunt.

“You'll never stray from my side after this, darling. You are mine. Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to wed,” Shamrock snarls and lifts you by the hip with one hand, your knees shaking on either side of his waist as he grasps his cock and holds it still. Your eyes are locked on the space between your thighs, and you watch as Shamrock pushes you down, lip bitten raw between your teeth as your cunt stretches and his cock disappears inside of you.

The feeling is perfect, his length hot and stretching you in all the best ways. He allows you but a second before he begins to move. The holy knight sets a rough pace that makes you bare your teeth in a silent snarl and hold onto his shoulders for dear life. You squeal when he suddenly shifts his angle, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot that knocks the breath out of you.

“There, right there,” you whine, and Shamrock proves that he can listen to orders, hips snapping up as he bullies that spot over and over. You feel that tension begin to ratchet back up, eyes going cross eyed and your cunt clenching around his cock as it drags along your walls.

Shamrock can feel himself getting close to that edge, but he doesn't want this feeling to stop. He could live like this the rest of his life, cock surrounded by your blazing cunt and quivering walls as you sucked him in greedily. He wants to see you stuffed full of his cum, wants to see his seed stick and stay until you are round with his child. You could never leave him, could never stray from his side without him there to take care of you.

The damn breaks and Shamrock snarls, molten cum streaming into your cunt and painting your walls white. He clutches you tightly against him, and you press just as close, hands gripping his shoulders as you cream around his cock, pussy tightening impossibly more and dragging him in as deep as he can go. His hips twitch and shift, fucking back into you with a lazy ease.

The two of you bask in the aftermath, nothing but the sound of obscene wet sounds that come from where the two of you are connected and heavy breathing. You shift in his lap, wanting to get a little more comfortable and press gentle kisses against his throat, humming in pleasure when he shifts under you and his softening cock drags along your walls. He presses his lips to the top of your head, and then snakes a hand under your jaw to pull you up for a kiss sweeter than the ones the two of you have shared so far.

Shamrock is surprisingly gentle as he pulls out of you, helping you stand and wiping away the mess that stains your thighs with the thin sheet of your cot before he pulls your pants back up and ties the string together. He sets himself right afterward and then takes hold of the gilded chain that connects to the golden cuffs around your wrists. The sight has arousal swimming in his lower stomach again, but he pushes it back down for now. He would have plenty of time to properly learn your body once he had you back on his ship.

“Not letting me go this time?” You quip, voice a little rough at the edges as you grin up at the holy knight. Shamrock meets your look with a smirk and shakes his head, tugging the chain he holds in his hand again.

“No. Not this time, darling.”

@mit-suri @sanjisleggy @nocturnalrorobin @mfreedomstuff @sordidmusings

[sugarplumkneecaps]

Hello there! I'd like to request a Sonic x reader x Shadow if you will but if you can't then Shadow x Reader is fine! But basically since it's almost valentine's day, they have like a day together on Valentine's day just being all couple-y n stuff? Thank you take care! ❤️

A/N: Ahh! I’m going to give the 3 person one shot a go. I really hope I do your request justice <3 I tried to stick with something pretty wholesome and cute <3 Enjoy!

Valentine

Pairing: Sonic x Reader x Shadow C/W: none Genre: Wholesome, cuddling, fluff

“Well, here we are!”

Sonic’s voice cut through the loud noises of the city around you as you stood before a colorful building dawning all sorts of Chao memorabilia. Sonic had been going on about this new Chao Garden cafe for weeks and the grand opening just happened to be on Valentine’s Day. Shadow insisted that it was an elaborate marketing ploy and that you all should go after the hype had worn off. Sonic wasn’t one to wait for anything, though.

Crossing his arms over his chest defiantly, Shadow’s voice rose about the loud honking of cars and chatter of the long line formed around you, “did you get a reservation?”

“Sonic the Hedgehog doesn’t need a reservation,” Sonic declared, putting his outstretched thumb into his chest for emphasis. “Watch and learn!” He turned on his heel and headed toward the staff outside directing foot traffic. Each staff member looked horribly stressed, each wearing a forced smile when approached in between obsessively checking their clipboards. Marketing scheme or not, you felt awful for them and only hoped that the crowd would have mercy on them.

Sonic approached one of them confidently, interrupting their frantic preparations, “hiya! I’m Sonic the hedgehog and I-“

“Look, mister, I’m sorry but if you don’t have a reservation I can’t help you.”

Taken aback by the abrupt answer, Sonic tried again with an earnest tone, “Aha- right. Well, can’t you make an exception to the rule? What with me saving the world constantly and whatnot?”

You had to give Sonic credit for trying. The worker, however, was none too pleased. Exasperated by the interaction (and probably the line that wrapped around the building far from view), they answered firmly, “no reservation, no service.”

Returning to you, Sonic shrugged and smiled sheepishly, “they must of lost my reservation!”

“Typical,” Shadow shook his head, pulling his phone from his quills and typing something. “Let’s go.”

“What about lunch?” you asked, your stomach reminding you of your pitiful breakfast that morning. You had overslept and had to rush out the door in order to meet Shadow and Sonic here. All you managed was a granola bar and a breakfast shake, which had held you over enough to take the train here. But now, it was time for real food.

“I had a feeling Sonic might have dropped the ball, so I made reservations elsewhere.”

Sonic hung his head in comical defeat as you all started off to where Shadow led you. The walk over wasn’t incredibly far, thank Chaos, but the difference between the previous location and this was drastic. You stood before a small door leading inside a tall building, the windows having their blinds drawn to block out the sun overhead. On the door in small, neat print read “Chao Bao”. You reached out to turn the knob, pushing the door with some force to release it from the stuck frame.

An older gentleman stood behind a server stand, greeting you all as you entered, “why hello! Good afternoon!” He peered down at the page before him, sliding his long finger down the page until stopping abruptly. “Shadow?”

“Yes.”

“Ah! Right on the dot! Right this way, please.”

You followed him back into the building, moving between pillars and separating walls. As you walked down the hallway, you took note of the private rooms on either side of you. Muffled sounds of laughter sung behind each closed door until you all reached the one the host directed you into.

“Your waiter will be there momentarily! Make yourself comfortable.”

You all entered the room one after the other, taking in the sight of the private space. You found your way over to one of the intricately carved chairs, sitting gingerly at the large rosewood table. Within minutes of getting settled, you had all ordered and waited on your food.

“Man, Shadow, you really had to show me up,” Sonic pondered aloud, glancing around the room, nodding his head in approval.

“You say that as if it is difficult to do,” Shadow scoffed, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m just happy we get to spend the day together,” you offered. You genuinely felt so lucky to have these two goof balls in your life. Your relationship with them was unique, sure, but they made you happy in ways you didn’t know were even possible. Shadow offered a great deal of stability in most things and Sonic added spontaneity to the mix. Even though their bickering was the most of your worries after years of squabbles, they both worked well together to take care of you as their partner.

Rounds of bao were delivered onto the table alongside various other items that you couldn’t concern yourself with before digging in to sate your aching stomach. Sonic matched your pace, groaning after a short while as he rubbed his distended belly. Shadow thanked the servers before standing to leave. “Let’s get moving, we have more to do.”

You glanced at Shadow, giving him a quizzical look, “oh? Does it require much energy? I think I’m due for a nap after that.”

He smiled at you sweetly, moving over to you to offer a hand to stand you up. You placed your hand in his, the warm of his palm sending a tingling sensation down your forearm.

Sonic got up to join you both, stretching his arms above his head as he went. “Are we heading over to-”

“Yes.” Shadow answered curtly, narrowing his eyes at Sonic. “Do you not know the meaning of the word surprise? Now shut it.”

Sonic laughed loudly, giving you both a grand thumbs up before you went on your way.

The two had planned the most elaborate day of fun and doting you could have imagined, showering you with love and gifts that you showed endless appreciation for. It was far too soon when night crept over the city, signaling the time for your departure. Each of them kissed your hand before waving you off on your train. You had wished to spend more time with them, but with their insane work schedules, you understood their reasons for not entertaining late night hang outs.

However, upon entering your apartment, you found them both lounging on the couch, as if they were summoned by your very thoughts. You stumbled over your words, trying to piece together a coherent thought.

“You didn’t think it was over, did ya?” Sonic winked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the spot on the couch between them. They had done everything you hadn’t ever considered to be done to prepare for a lovely night in; rose petals were strewn about, candles had been lit, various sweets awaited you on the coffee table alongside a large bowl of popcorn and your favorite cup had been filled with your favorite drink. You felt an overwhelming sensation to tear up as each hedgehog took each of your hands into their own.

Images of your favorite film flashed on the screen, scenes playing out as you munched on your gifted snacks and cuddled between Shadow and Sonic. As the film neared its end, they each kissed your hand once more.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

[thatoneautisticshark]

Okays for one I'm just now following and discovering your stuff and I am eating it UPPP I'm vibing with it yes!

Secondly! I loved this blurb of yours in particular! Obv feel free to ignore if you aren't up for requests or anything but I'm so down for this?? Idk how you feel about poly!141 though I think I've seen it mentioned a bit so far, but I would honestly just love to hear more of your ideas regarding that with poly 141.

Maybe Simon amd Price are the beginning of it, Price taking care of Simon and things going from there, then eventually Soap and Gaz get involved because of course they do! Maybe they fond out about Price and Simon's after mission care, maybe Ghost sees that Gaz is beyond stressed and tells him he should go to Price for 'help'! Maybe there could be a litttttle hint of angst and Soap having self esteem issues and he gets a little withdrawn because he can tell something is going on with the others that he isn't a part of, but he doesn't know what, Price would fix that real quick and make sure Soap feels loved and included. They all end up taking care of and looking after eachother, they're used to looking after one another but now there's more to it! They all end up involved with eachother and they get a happy ending because I (and the entire community) say so.

Also random bit of talk, but I just love the idea of 141 retiring together from the military, living together, even working together still! Coffee/tea shop for shits and giggles of course, but I think maybe something like a mechanics shop or even some construction or renovation stuff would suit them more! They're used to keeping busy and using their hands, fixing problems, they do well with the labor involved it's what they're used to.

Anyways!!!! Just thought I'd word vomit all of this out there lmfao, sorry for the novel written 🤣😭 I haven't touched Tumblr in a while which is crazy bc the cod men have not left my brain since I was last here. Anyways!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day thank you for reading this far!!!

hehehe! Thank you so much! I'm glad people are enjoying. None of my baby soap yet, but I wanted to post this before I go to

bed :3

Gaz was the first to know what was happening between his lieutenant and captain, having had the … misfortune, although he wouldn't really call it that, of walking in on Ghost with price's dick in his mouth.

He hadn't even realised it was Ghost at first, with no mask on, and Jesus he was pretty.

And Price all flushed, and god the size of his dick. Gaz was happy for them obviously. But he couldn't say he wasn't a bit jealous.

Not of one or the other in particular, he'd love to be in either of their positions. But it wasn't a clawing nasty jealousy.He didn't get sour seeing them together.

It was just more of a, ‘Well buggar’ I can't get with either now. But all in all, Gaz didn't give a shit, he was happy they were happy.

But right now, he didn't want to think about it, his brain would twist it. He was sitting out by one of the fields in the rain. Just needing the fresh air, the getaway, something.

All the back to back missions, and then family drama did not have him in the best headspace, he was tired and exhausted and just wanted to shut his fucking brain down.

He was so in his head, he didn't even notice Ghost coming up beside him, until a large warm hand was on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Alright Kyle?”the voice came soft.

Gaz froze, unsure how to answer, he couldn't exactly be honest, but he didn't want to lie.

He hated lying to those he cared about.“Uhm…. Debatable?”

The hand in his shoulder moved to his hair. “Hm, how about we don't debate your mental state, and instead get you inside and dry.” It was phrased as a suggestion, but Gaz knew it was an order.

He nodded mutely, allowing Ghost to pull him up to his feet. A hand on the small of his back, leading him. Well that was certainly the intention. For Gaz currently it was much more of a grounding force. Had that touch not been there, he genuinely thought he might have burst into tears.

He barely realised where they were going until they were within the Superior officers building, but… they weren't going to Ghosts room?Gaz frankly didn't have the energy to question it. He trusted Ghost, whatever he was doing, Gaz would follow.

He blinked as Ghost led him into Price's room. He hadn't been in here much.but it was cosy, warm toned, many pillows around, blackout curtains, a few candles. All together something that already made Gaz want to relax.

Even as he shivered from the chill settling in. He had no clue why he was being brought here, but didn't argue. Price looked up from his bed, his eyes narrowing, at the state of Gaz.

He was pretty sure he looked shit. Eyes were probably red from crying, whole body drenched and shivering, being led by Ghost.He probably looked pathetic as fuck.

And now his captain was seeing this.

Before his thoughts could spiral more, Price stood up, walking over.Gaz wasn't quite sure what he expected, but it wasn't Price's warm hands gently cupping his face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks.

And it especially wasn't the soft coo “Aw… sweet boy, your soaking. Come on, what's happening?” As the rough hands tugged him gently towards the couch. He vaguely registered that Ghost followed, the hand on his back not moving even as he was sat on the couch. It still being a warm, grounding weight.

Price knelt In Front of him, a hand on his thigh “How long were you in the rain love? You’re freezing cold.” Gaz couldn't even put together enough words to explain, he honestly wasn't sure.

Luckily Ghost spoke. “I know he was out there for at least an hour. The idiot” The last sentence was said fondly.

Price winced. “No wonder you are fully drenched, love. Come on” Price's calloused hands slide under the sergeants shirt. “You'll catch a cold” he murmured before directing his attention to Ghost “Si, you know where my spares are”

Gaz was so out of it, he barely registered he whined slightly when Ghost stood, stopping rubbing his back. Price immediately shushed him, in that same gentle quiet tone. “Shh relax darling, he is just grabbing something for me yeah?”

His tone was soft as he pulled Gaz's shirt off, chucking it aside. His hands trailing the skin warming it up, and gently soothing the younger man.

Soon Ghost returned, slipping one of Price's larger shirts over Gaz's head, and then slipping a larger soft pair of track pants onto him as well.

Gaz simply moved where they prompted, trusting them, as they dressed him in warm, dry clothes.He still wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't both men then standing and sitting on either side, but he was too tired to question it and just melted against them.

Price voice was sweet like honey in his ear. “That's it Lovie. Settle down, it's okay”Gaz's eyes absently tracked over to Ghost, trying to get a glimpse of his expression.

His… boyfriend? Sex partner? Whatever was calling Gaz love. Was he not bothered?Ghost seemed to immediately understand the look, one of his unique skills. “We aren't monogamous, you know? I mean we don't even technically have a label on it, but price makes really good stress relief, if you like subbing.”

Gaz blinked, finally speaking for the first time since entering the room “I.. are you.. encouraging me to fuck him??”

His lieutenant shrugged “Not necessarily fuck, but he is good. Even if you keep all your clothes on, he can get you relaxed and in a sweet headspace, and you clearly need something Kyle”

They weren't monogamous? Not only that, Ghost was encouraging it, and price wasn't arguing? Gaz felt like his head might explode, he couldn't believe it.

He definitely wanted to.. but.. he didn't want to leave Ghost's side. And then that fucking power of Ghosts kicked in again.

“I can stay, Kyle. I don't have to go anywhere” At the nod he received he continued “just relax and be a good boy yeah? We'll take care of you”

Gaz had never considered himself a bottom, or submissive in any amount, he always topped. Even with soap, when they fooled round, there usually was no one in control, but if anyone was, it was Gaz.

But at those sweet, sweet words of praise, and Ghost gently tugging him onto the thick soft thighs, he melted. Fuck he would do anything they asked.

Price huffed a laugh. “Oh the sweet boy, yeah? You're gonna be so good for us” He murmured, stroking Gaz's hair.

Slowly, gaz's head started to drift off into a much nicer place. It was softer, gentler. Mission reports and recruit files fell to the wayside, briefings and emails were long forgotten.

Family drama, and exhausting missions were not even a thought as he leaned against Ghost's chest as Price's hands trailed across him, gentle.

Treating him as if he was important.A hand made it's way to his hair, he wasn't even sure whose it was, but it scratched the crown of his scalp just right.

The weight a comfort, in his damp hair. He, much to his mild dismay, began to drift off, sandwiched between the two men. He tried to fight it at first, but when Price gently rumbled at him to rest, they could continue another day, his eyes flickered shut.

[ellfucksup]

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Girls Night

Cho Sang Woo x reader

Request: anonymous

Summary: A spontaneous girls night is interrupted by an unwanted guest.

Warnings: kissing?

I couldn’t remember the last time I actually went out and let my hair down. Work had been relentless—non-stop, brain-numbing torture just to scrape by paycheck to paycheck. It was exhausting. Soul-crushing, even.

So, I messaged the girls. We need a night out.

Thank god they all agreed. Friday. Drinks. Dancing.

It was in the calendar, and nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to get in the way of me losing my mind on the dance floor, ten shots deep.

Well. Almost nothing.

Just as I was halfway through getting ready, a knock sounded at my door. I groaned, annoyed at the interruption. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, hair dripping onto my shoulders, I yanked the door open, fully prepared to tell off whoever thought now was a good time to bother me.

Then I froze.

Sang Woo.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, dark eyes flickering over me in amusement.

“Nice outfit,” he said, smirking.

I scowled. “What do you want?”

He leaned against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. “Missed me?”

I exhaled sharply, my night already getting more complicated than I’d planned.

“What are your plans tonight?” he smirked, still leaning against my doorframe.

I huffed, turning around and leaving the door open for him to follow me in. “Why do you ask, Sang Woo? We haven’t spoken in over a week,” I sighed, feigning disinterest.

“I’ve been busy. Let me make it up to you,” he smiled.

“No can do. Girls' night. And you’re very much not invited.” I turned around, hands on my hips, praying to dear god the towel stayed up.

- - - - -

Safe to say, he wasn’t bothered by my clear instructions to stay behind.

Now, walking down the street, Sang Woo strolled casually beside me, cigarette in hand, dressed annoyingly well.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy his pestering. It had been a while since I’d seen my on-and-off-again friend with benefits. I mean, I guess you could call it that—it was an interesting arrangement.

I had met Sang Woo through a mutual friend. Gi-Hun, the absolute sweetheart that he is, introduced me to this infuriating man. Sadly, Sang Woo didn’t share his friend’s cheerful nature.

Hearing the loud music as I approached the strip, I suddenly heard my name being called out.

The girls were huddled together in their mini skirts, waving at me excitedly. I ran over, giggling, and pulled them all into a hug.

As soon as I let go, they opened their mouths, ready to say something—until their eyes flicked behind me. Eyebrows were definitely raised.

“I’m sorry, girls, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Trust me, though, let’s just pretend he’s not here,” I whispered—loud enough for Sang Woo to hear.

I heard him chuckle behind me.

“Oh, please, Y/N,” one of the girls giggled. “We all know you’re gonna struggle to ignore him.”

Walking into the bar, the group definitely garnered some looks. Can’t blame them really, the girls looked incredible. Trust them to go all out. Heading to the bar, I start to order a very strong drink.

“Hi, can I get a double—“ you were rudely cut off.

“Rum and coke—make that two, please, on card.”

I turn to see I hadn’t managed to lose Sang Woo in the crowd. He stood behind me, smug smile, hand ghosting my hip.

“You’re infuriating.” I mutter.

“Only for you.” His whispers into my ear.

I happily take his drink, making full eye contact, gulping it down. A bit of the drink dribbles slightly down my chin. I watch his eyes follow the droplet, hand raising to swipe it with his thumb, catching my lips ever so slightly.

I blush, turning my head, looking for the girls—finding them giggling, looking my way, mocking the lip swipe and swooning.

Ignoring Sang Woo, I rush over to my closest friend, grabbing her hand and yanking her to the dance floor. If he was going to be a menace, I’d be much worse.

I sway my hips to the music, base thumping as the alcohol shoots straight to my head.

“Girl, he’s looking at you like he’s going to eat you alive,” my friend shouts over the music with a grin on her face.

“Let him look,” I giggle, alcohol giving me some liquid courage.

After a few more rounds of shots, each one of the girls taking their turn to pay, I was definitely feeling the liquor in my legs.

I stray off to the dance floor, feeling the music, waiting for the girls to join.

I feel a hand on my waist—thinking it’s one of the girls, swaying with them to the music. Whoever the hand belongs to grips me slightly tighter, hand wandering further towards my ass.

Turning around to make a joke to one of my friends about being a perv, only to find a complete stranger.

Shocked at first, I stop dancing and move away, spotting the girls coming towards me.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty?” he says, giving a slimy smile.

I ignore him, weaving through the crowd, only to be grabbed by the wrist.

“Not a chance. You were just grinding on me—I want you to finish the dance,” he growls, pulling at me.

This guy was truly gross.

“Get your hands off of her now.”

I hear a voice boom through the crowd.

The creepy guy turns to see Sang Woo walking toward us, a scowl on his face.

“Now, why would I do that, old man?” he laughs, clearly feeling cocky.

Before I can open my mouth to tell the guy to fuck off, Sang Woo swings for him.

Before I could scream, they’re both on the floor. Sang Woo pins the guy as he pulls his fist back, ready to strike again.

“Fine, keep your whore,” shouts the perv, trying to save himself from the coming onslaught of punches.

The girls gather around me, asking whether I’m fine. Honestly, I’m more than okay—truthfully, slightly turned on. Seeing the usual well-kept Sang Woo with messy hair, looking feral, did things to me.

The crowd starts to open up around the fight. Chants begin, alerting the bouncers.

“Apologize to my girl,” Sang Woo growls.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Jesus, please get off me, man!” the guy pleads.

They’re both pulled apart and escorted out of the club. With some boos from the crowd they go back to the usual antics of the night.

I turn to look at the girls, mouths open—speechless, to say the least. They all look at me with smiles, some with their arms crossed.

“Girl, just go. You’re clearly gonna get laid to the high heavens; that’ll at least be a good stress reliever. We can always go out tomorrow night,” one of them giggles and gives me a wink.

I roll my eyes trying to hide my blush, saying my goodbyes.

Heading outside to find Sang Woo sorting his jacket out, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He spots me, strolling over and pinning me to the wall. Luckily, the streets are quiet, as it’s on the later side of the night.

He says nothing but brings his lips to mine. Giving me a rough kiss, clearly riled up by the fight.

“I hate it when they touch what’s mine,” he whispers into my ear as he leaves hot kisses down my neck.

- - - -

OMG my first fic! Hope you enjoy, please be nice I’m new to this!

[maybankxw]

reader is a bartender and so is jj, once there left alone to clean up for the night it gets heated/ at one point jj pours champagne up her body and licks it up:)

HAVE IT YOUR WAY

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ unprotected sex; alcohol ] minors dni!!!

summary: getting a little too much work and alcohol

word count: 2k

a/n: thanks for the request! i hope you don't mind the smut x enjoy reading!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback would be appreciated!

“There you go m’lady.”

JJ slid a glass of vodka tonic to a woman waiting beside the counter, his usual charm never failing. Good for him, people tipped him better. 

It was a busy night at the bar we worked at, the building was flooded with people, all the tables taken. ‘Wear a swimsuit and get a free drink’. That was JJ’s idea too — “People love free stuff, they take one for free, then they’d want more, right? And hell yes, I’ll pour them more until they crawl drunk out of here.”

We passed, tossed and flipped the bottles, making cocktails one after another, performing, putting on a show, watching people’s eyes glisten in awe.

��Here’s your beer,” JJ opened and put four bottles in front of two guys, “Enjoy your evening,” he grinned, his chest bare glistening with a thin layer of sweat. 

“Your margaritas are on the way,” he fidgeted with a shaker, spinning around the bar, finishing the drinks with a few lime slices, “You’re welcome.”

I was wearing a swimsuit too, catching guests attention, smiling at everyone, pouring the drinks, making up the small talk, casually sipping martini shots when I wasn’t occupied.

“I told you it would be fun,” JJ yelled through the sound of music and people’s chatter. 

I only smirked in approval, lifting another shot up in the air and pouring it down my throat, the liquor stinging nicely. 

His eyes skimmed my body, returning to my face, our gaze locking in a dim light. Something in his expression shifted, hardened even. I reached out for a new bottle which was quite far above, flaunting my ass, my skirt inching up, probably baring more than needed and I knew those blue eyes of his were watching me. I poured another shot slipping a glass to him, motioning with my head for him to take it, mouthing “Drink up.” He took it as a bet, swallowing it to the bottom, muscles in his jaw moving as he put the glass down with a thud. 

Someone called out for him and just like that we were back to work. 

Hours passed, hundreds of drinks were poured and taken, around the same amount of faces were seen, met, talked to. Both our tip jars were full with cash money and I bit my lip in excitement, proud of our work.

“Closing in fifteen,” I announced for the remaining people at the bar. It was quieter now, but still pretty crowded. Some of them started gathering things and leave, some stayed till the end, but once everyone was out we had to take care of all the mess left. I cleaned up the tables, J took care of the counter and all the dirty glasses there. 

“Tables done,” I rinsed a washcloth, hanging it to dry off, stumbling over to drop on a stool behind the counter, watching Maybank finish up the glasses. The muscles in his biceps flexed, his hair disheveled, messily fell over his forehead, his gaze hazy and warm, exploring my face as he wiped the glasses clean, checking them up through the lamplight, “Done here.” 

“Floor mopping is pending,” I grinned, snatching an unfinished bottle of rum, ready to drink, when suddenly JJ’s voice cut me off.

“Hold on. How about—“ he dropped down to his haunches, pawing through the cabinet underneath the counter, “How about we blow this baby up?” 

A bottle of Telmont Réserve champagne settled in front of me, causing me to frown, “I mean,” I picked it up, studying the stickers, contemplating for a moment.

“It was a busy night, don’t you think we deserve one?”

“You have a point,” I handed the bottle back, “Open up.”

A proud smirk crossed his lips as I slid off my seat, walking in his direction. He ripped the foil, shaking the bottle, “Don’t shake it,” I wheezed as the cork popped open and the champagne fizzled and splashed all over my hair, my face and my chest. Our laughs invaded the room, overlapping together. He shoved the bottle in my hands and I took a few gulps, feeling the liquid prickling my tongue. He didn’t drink, he only watched me, his smile faded, replaced with something darker, desire crossing his face, but it wasn’t for a drink, it was for me.

He closed the distance between us, I shivered at his proximity, the heat of his body radiated into mine, making me inhale sharply.

“Guess I’ll have to lick it off you then?” It came out more as a statement rather than a question but I was already too drunk and lost in the intensity of his eyes, I didn’t care.

Huge palm settled on my lower back pulling me closer, JJ’s eyes held mine as he stuck his tongue out, licking a path up my chest, veering to my neck making my head sway and my body relax into him, my breathing turning heavy and rapid.

Another drop of champagne scattered down to my bra and his tongue was quick to catch it, his mouth voraciously kissed my face, collecting the remains of the drink. I closed my eyes, my mouth slack as I heaved, feeling the jolts of pleasure searing through me as he nipped my neck, making his way down to my collarbone.

“Been thinking about touching you the whole damn evening,” he groaned, sitting me down the countertop, his palms spreading my legs and weighing my thighs down as he stood in between them, his face just an inch away from mine. I could see the tightness in his jaw as he tried to hold back, running his tongues across his teeth, a tiny dimple on his right cheek showing, his eyes narrowed and dark with lust, darting up and down, begging for a hint, anything.

“I thought your mind was busy with someone else,” I murmured, running my fingers over his bare shoulders, securing them on the back of his neck, tugging at his hair lightly, arching my body towards his.

“You’re the only thing on my mind, like ever.” 

“Is that so?” 

We kept teasing each other with our mouths being too close but no one was ready to give a satisfaction of a kiss yet.

“Damn right it is.”

“Prove.”

“Prove?” he chuckled, his smile turning into a smirk, “Oh I’ll prove you, alright.”

His lips caught mine playfully, but as deeper our kiss gotten, the desire intensified, he became persistent and demanding in a way, seizing my hips and dragging me close, causing a moan out of me as his cock, hard, brushed my stomach. 

I melted, the bubbly drink hit my senses intoxicating my bloodstream, “Oh—” soft groans slipped out of my mouth as JJ nibbled my neck, his fingers untied the straps on my skirt and my bra. My hips thrusted forward, legs twining around his calves as I rubbed myself against his clothed cock, wrenching a low groan from him, “Keep doing that and I’ll make a mess,” he warned, his eyes dark piercing through me.

The words ignited something in me, I wanted him all to myself, close, deep, rough or sensual. The bottle stood beside us, half empty, I snatched it and took a sip, shoving it into JJ’s chest, “You haven’t had yours yet.”

A sly smile stretched on his face, his eyes locked in mine as he gulped the liquid down, his free hand caressing my thigh. I shivered at the intensity of his touch.

My fingers reached his belt, undoing it and pulling his shorts down, having him completely naked in front of me. Jesus, he looked mesmerising, the curves of his toned body shaded by the dim light over us, his cock hard and silky, deep red, glistening with pre cum and his eyes, those fucking eyes eating me up. That’s what got me first. His ocean blue eyes.

“Come here,” his finger crooked as he took a few steps back from me. Not asking any further questions, I obediently slipped off the counter, closing the distance between us. He towered over me, I had to bend my head up to reach his face. My breaths hitched as he squeezed my ass, pressing me into him, our bodies hot and sticky with sweat and booze, but he smelled nice, I could sense the his perfume and I was hoping mine was still on too.

His fingers hooked into my panties and he dragged them down, leaving me completely naked, leaning in to me. I brushed my lips against his and pulled away, smiling, doing just the same again and then again, I loved playing the teasing game.

“Hell no,” he muttered, guiding me by the nape, crashing his lips against mine, his desperate hands skimming all over my body, “I wanna have you from behind,” he gasped between the kisses, “Can I?”

“Mhm,” my eyelids were heavy, need coiling in my stomach. He swiftly spun me around and made me bend over the counter, stroking himself, his hand weighing my back down.

The tip of his cock nudged my slit, making me swallow harshly, “Fuck,” I moaned at the fullness as he slid inside in one push, burying himself to the hilt, his groans breaking out, overlapping with mine.

“Oh, that felt good,” he breathed out, moving his hips back and forth, gripping my ass cheeks painfully, holding me in place as he thrusted harder. My hands reached behind, searching for his hips, his stomach, I tried to hold onto something but couldn’t make a grab because of the forceful snap of his hips. I didn’t mind it, I loved the way he fucked me. Suddenly his hand seized my wrists, pinning them behind my back. He had me fully at his mercy and that shit turned me on even more. 

“Feeling good?” he choked out, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he lengthened his strokes, our skin slapping against each other’s, the air turning thick with heat and sweat and the smell of sex and alcohol.

“Yes,” I whined, pushing my forehead into the wooden surface, panting, clenching him inside me, pushing my ass back to meet his movement.

“Such a sweet thing you are,” he growled, “All for me,” he freed my wrists, pulling me up, his chest hugging my back, his palms heavy on my boobs, kneading and pinching, eliciting more cries from me. His lips found their way to my neck, veering to my shoulder as he muffled his own sounds of pleasure against my skin. 

A jolt of electricity ran through my body when I felt his thumb pressing my clit, my head went back to rest on his shoulder as I desperately tried to catch my breath, my head dizzy, my pussy clenching around him, “JJ—“ I moaned, locking in a long spasm, my hips shaking unable to hold me still.

“Fuck yes, give it up to me,” he caught me and held me, his own movements getting sloppier as I shook in his hands, a moaning mess, clinging to his body. 

“Cum inside,” I managed, still panting, gripping his hips, feeling his muscles tighten under the pads of my fingers.

A throaty growl rumbled in my ear, his forehead dropped into the crook of my neck, his hair wet, tickled my skin as we pated in unison. I felt him twitch, thick warm liquid spilled inside, my body melted into his, weakened and fucked out.

He spun me around, a satisfied smile curling on his lips, “You’re something else, you know?” he whispered, tipping my chin up to kiss my lips, his palm flat on my waist, “I’m taking you to my house tonight and tomorrow and after that too.”

“Right,” I chuckled, “You don’t wanna ask me fist?”

“Would you mind?” he lifted a questioning eyebrow at me, a smile twisting on his lips, that damn dimple appearing on his face again.

“Not really," I shook my head, biting back a smile, taking in the mess we've created, "Floors first though."

[lau219]

This gif was sent to me by my dear friend @novashelby for the gif-inspired drabble requests I encouraged readers to send me. Thank you for the request, Nova! Once again, this turned into a one shot rather than a drabble. 🤦‍♀️

Upon seeing this gif, I immediately couldn’t help thinking of another situation where Tommy is chasing his woman. Therefore, I ended up writing this with the idea that it’s a little prequel to It Can Wait, the other gif-inspired request I just wrote for my friend @runnning-outof-time.

So, here’s Tommy and Y/N from It Can Wait several years earlier. Notice any behaviors that haven’t changed??? 😉👀😉👀

Come And Get It

One shot: Tommy Shelby x Female Reader

No smut. Mildly suggestive.

•.•.•.•.•

Thomas Shelby never chased anything.

Or anyone.

No. Anything he wanted, he obtained through influence and power, making it happen. It was all brought to him, acquired through other means and tactics under his direction. His status? His power? His reach? He hadn’t chased it; he’d crafted and created it. He’d never had to chase anything, and he assured himself he never would.

And as far as female company went, he never had to chase that, either. The women, they all came to him. Willingly and earnestly, practically crawling to him with the yearning of an eager kitten. He could have his pick of any one of them, and he never chased a single one.

Until her.

For months now, it had been a game of cat and mouse, yet in this case, Tommy was in the previously unfamiliar position of being the eager feline.

From the moment he’d met her, Y/N had captivated Tommy in a way no other woman ever had. Something about her sparkled from the inside out, a vibrance and warmth that won over everyone she encountered. But what called to Tommy more than anything was that she was also a charming troublemaker, witty and sassy with a knack for pushing his buttons in the most frustratingly enticing way, and always leaving him wanting more. She knew the power, the influence, the status Thomas Shelby held, and yet, unlike all the other women, she hadn’t just fallen at his feet.

For months, she’d dangled the carrot, keeping Tommy on his toes and him thinking about her constantly. She’d teased him with plenty of close calls, but always pulled back, taking pleasure in his obvious frustration and always looking for new ways to push his buttons.

But, surprisingly, Tommy had discovered he very much enjoyed the chase, particularly because he knew that, despite her tormenting him, Y/N was just as drawn to him as he was to her. And with every new close call, it was clear she was closer and closer to the brink of giving in, and her little games had become unspoken foreplay between them, her playing hard to get on the verge of an ending that coincided with Tommy’s last threads of patience.

The next time he chased her, she wouldn’t get away.

And that’s exactly what he’d been doing. Chasing her.

Outside the Garrison that night, a large group of them had lingered as they chatted and smoked, the group of friends Y/N was with having finished their drinks for the night and preparing to head home. But while everyone else was milling around in the street, Tommy had remained near the door, leaning against the building as he silently smoked a cigarette. Ordinarily, the last thing he’d be doing was standing around like this, but he wasn’t going to let Y/N out of his sight when surrounded by several other men who’d been served one too many, Arthur and John included amongst that group.

Upon turning around after laughing at something her friend said, Y/N’s gaze landed on Tommy, his cap pulled low and his eyes zeroed in on her beneath it as the tip of his cigarette glowed between his lips. A mischievous smile on her face, Y/N approached Tommy and then stopped in front of him, holding his gaze as she spoke.

“Do you ever do anything other than brood, Mr. Shelby?” she asked him teasingly. “A bit of friendly mingling might do some good for that recurring moody glare of yours.”

Calmly lifting his hand to his mouth, Tommy pulled his cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke before replying.

“I don’t mingle, love,” he replied as they continued to look at each other. “I prefer to get right to the point.”

Rolling her eyes and giving another smile, Y/N then stepped even closer to Tommy, stopping right in front of him.

“Always so serious beneath that cap,” she said, her eyes briefly lifting to his hat before then looking at him again. “You need to learn to have some fun, Thomas.”

Flicking his cigarette away then, Tommy pushed off the wall and stood up straight, his chest just brushing hers as he did.

“I’m not sure that you’d be able to handle the kind of fun I enjoy,” he said to her then, his voice especially low.

The mischievous smile still on her face, Y/N ever so slightly pressed her chest more against Tommy’s.

“You don’t think so, hm?” she said.

“No,” he answered, his eyes burning into hers. “But trust me, love…” he fully pressed their chests together then as he paused for effect, “…I know how to have it.”

For the briefest of seconds, Tommy could see the flash of desirous intimidation in Y/N’s eyes. But once more, her beautiful orbs then twinkled with renewed mischief, and she smiled as she lifted her gaze to the top of Tommy’s head, along with her hand. Before he could stop her, Y/N reached out and quickly plucked Tommy’s cap off his head, and their eyes locked for a final moment.

“Prove it,” she said, and then she took off down the street.

It was with every slam of his feet against the cobblestones that Tommy’s determination and arousal intensified as he ran after her. Up ahead, he could hear Y/N giggling and calling out rushed apologies to the few others in the street whom she narrowly missed or bumped into as she darted between them.

Tommy’s hat still in her grasp, Y/N looked over her shoulder to see him several yards behind her, his brothers trailing him. While having no context of the situation, Arthur and John had enthusiastically followed after Tommy anyway, eager for a fight in their slightly drunken state and assuming Tommy was in pursuit of someone to beat up. But Y/N was Tommy’s only focus, and as he rushed past every spot and pedestrian that she’d dashed by just seconds before, he realized somewhere in the back of his mind that this was a woman he’d never tire of chasing.

Reaching the lively end of the long street where music was drifting out from inside the still open jazz club, Y/N had nowhere else to go but inside. Tommy still down the street about a half dozen yards, Y/N reached for the handle of the door of the club, hurriedly pulling it open with her free hand and darting inside. Pausing for the briefest moment to look around, she saw there was still a hefty amount of patrons throughout the large room and at the bar despite the late hour, and she did her best to quickly blend in amongst them, her eyes fixed on the door where she knew she’d soon see Tommy.

Having remained completely focused on Y/N up ahead, Tommy had seen her pause for a split second before rushing inside the jazz club at the end of the street. As he himself reached the door, he paid no mind to Arthur and John as they breathlessly followed behind him, still oblivious to their brother’s actual target.

He himself slightly winded and his hair disheveled from the way Y/N had pulled his cap from his head, Tommy was breathing unsteadily through his mouth as he entered the main room of the club. His eyes scanned the area slowly, carefully, intent on finding Y/N amongst the crowd and ignoring the several odd looks he was getting from the club’s patrons as he made his way through the room. Walking with slow intention, Tommy’s eyes looked everywhere and his head was turning in all different directions as he searched for Y/N, determination once again coursing through him as he did.

Already distracted by some other women who had caught their eyes, Arthur and John soon lost interest in Tommy’s endeavor, and they no longer followed him as he prowled through the room.

But as soon as Tommy had entered the club after her, Y/N had spotted him, and when she saw him making his way closer and closer to the bar as he searched for her, she subconsciously gripped his cap more tightly in her hand.

It was when a small group at the bar shifted and moved that Tommy finally spotted her, the group’s minor commotion enough to have grabbed Tommy’s attention. His cap still in her hand, Y/N stood at the bar, her cover now blown, and as Tommy spotted her and their eyes locked, his parted lips were suddenly forming into a predatory smile as it was clear Y/N realized she now had nowhere else to go.

Or so Tommy thought.

But as he was still holding her eyes and closing the remaining space between them, Y/N suddenly moved again, stepping away from the bar and making her way back towards the entrance, once again dodging people as she wove through the crowd. She and Tommy’s eyes remained locked the entire time, and as Tommy made his way back though the room as he yet again followed her, he was thinking about the one hundred and one ways he’d show her just what a big mistake she’d made by testing him once he had her truly without an escape.

Nearing the front door of the club once more, Y/N was walking backwards to keep her eyes on Tommy as he followed her, the two of them in a silent showdown. But just before she reached for the door, Tommy spoke, his voice heavy with threatening desire.

“I’m going to need that back, love,” he said, gesturing to his cap still in her hand. “And if you know what’s good for you, you won’t make me come after you for it again.”

Her smile unfolding across her face once more, Y/N lifted her hand that clutched his cap.

“You want it, Thomas?” she said seductively as she dangled the cap tauntingly in the air. She then used her other hand as well to grasp the cap and smugly tugged it down onto her own head.

“Then come and get it,” she finished.

His gaze unrelenting, Tommy replied.

“You’re on incredibly thin ice, darling,” he said in a warning tone. “Now, am I going to get what I want, or do you plan on running again?”

They both knew that they weren’t just talking about Tommy’s hat.

“What do you think?” Y/N replied with a smirk, and she pushed the door of the club open partially in indication that she planned to take off again.

“Alright, go on then,” Tommy said, and he jerked his head towards the door, “I’ll even give you an intentional head start this time. But keep in mind that wherever you lead us next, you’d better hope it’s warm inside.”

Her self-assuredness slightly faltering at Tommy’s words, Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion, her head tilting.

“What? Why?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

At that, Tommy gave her a look that would have stopped a lesser woman’s heart, and upon hearing his next words, Y/N was squeezing her thighs together and quickly trying to think of the next nearest place she could lead him that offered some secluded warmth.

“Because, love,” Tommy said, his voice lower than she’d ever heard it and his devilish smirk returning, “once I catch you, that hat is going to be the only piece of clothing that I leave on your body.”

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Family Video

a/n: haiiii this is my very first pic ive everrrrr written so im sorry if its awful and boring!!!!! if there's anything I can improve on pls let me know!! also id love any requests you guys have! <333 enjoy

summery: after just moving to Hawkins you decided a movie is in order. but when looking for a movie you notice the boy at the counter just can't stop staring at you!

no warnings!

wc: 1k

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All Steve could do was roll his eyes. Robin went on a date with Vickie last night and it was simply all she could talk about.  

“Robin of course she likes you, she asked you on the date. Vickie wouldn't do that if she didn't mean it.” Steve says somewhat listening in and out of what feels like hours long of the same topic. 

“Well this isn't something I can mess up, I mean what if I was too forward or I rambled I mean you know I can ramble!” 

Steve sighs as he puts tapes back into their spot after they had been returned. “Listen Rob, I can promise you VIckie likes you for you and your rambling. There's nothing you need to be worried about.” He says trying to end this conversation and get back to working in peace.

Truth be told Steve was having trouble in the dating department. If you would have told King Steve that he would have trouble even holding a conversation with girls he wouldn't believe you. Yet here he was listening to everyone tell him their love life and him having nothing to say back.

“Steve you don't get it VIckie is perfect in every sense of the word. I mean what if-” Robin gets cut off as the bell above the door rings signaling a new customer and Steve couldn't be more thankful.

You walked in feeling eyes on you, almost like you had interrupted a conversation. You walk towards the comedy section in hopes of finding something interesting to fill your weekend with.

As you start to look around, you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look up you notice the boy at the counter swiftly turning his head the other way. You smile to yourself at his attempt of making it look like he wasn't staring. You then walk to the drama aisle. You're not really sure what type of movie you're looking for but it's almost as if the counter boy can read your mind. 

“Hey, um, is there anything you need help with?” Steve says with a kind smile on his face as he walks over to you. 

“Hi! Yes, actually some help would be great. I am not really sure what movie to watch.. Do you have any, uh, suggestions?” You say not sounding as confident now that the cute boy is standing right in front of you 

Steve's eyes lit up at the request, the thought of being helpful to such a pretty girl had his heart pounding. 

“Of course, do you have any genres of movie you like?” Steve asks, trying to learn any bit of information he could about you.

“I definitely like romance movies, comedy, horror, and drama of course I guess I'm not really picky when it comes to genres.” It wasn't until you noticed that you and Steve were both completely stopped in the middle of the aisle that you probably could have just said comedy and he could have found a movie no problem. Steve didn't mind your long answer though, he liked that you were so open to talk. He guides you both to the comedy section and pulls out a movie. 

“Ok we have this movie, it just came out and we've gotten great consumer reviews on it” He says with a smile that's probably a little too wide for just helping a customer pick out a movie. 

You look at the movie he's picked and it happens to be one you've seen before but you don't have the heart to tell him that. He looks proud to give you a good recommendation along with his help so you take the movie from his hands and smile at him.

“Perfect! I probably would have been looking in here forever trying to find something without your help!” you say with a smile not really wanting this conversation to end.

It almost seems like Steve doesn't either, or maybe you just aren't good at hiding your emotions as he says 

“Hey uh, how come I haven't seen you around here before?” Steve says hoping he's not coming off too forward the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away. 

You stand in front of him with wide eyes not knowing exactly what to say. You knew this town was small and being new will probably have a few others asking why they didn't know of you. 

“Oh, I just moved here about a week ago. I am just trying to scope out some places and I thought a movie night would be comforting.” You say as you twirl your hair in your hands, a nervous habit you have. 

Steve nods wishing he could ask you a million more questions. There was something so intriguing about you. He wants to know where you lived before coming here, or better yet why you decided to move here out of all the places. Trying to come off nonchalant and cool, Steve pops the question that you weren't expecting. 

“Anyone helping you move, friend, or maybe boyfriend?” Steve looks at you with big eyes and a calm demeanor trying to pull out his King Steve persona even though his night will be utterly ruined if the answer isn't no. 

You blush lightly at his question but just enough for Steve to notice. “Nope, no boyfriend helping. I moved out here alone so packing has been slower for sure.” You say you are trying to sound cool despite the fact you are single and have no clue what you are doing moving and starting a new life all on your own.

Steve's shoulders release a tension he didn't even know he was holding. A breath of relief comes out right and as Steve opens his mouth to say something back-

“Hey are you ready to check out?” Robin says walking up to you guys noticing you have a movie picked out. 

You look between her and Steve blinking as reality comes crashing down on you. This guy has a job and she probably needs him to get back to it. Not standing here talking to you for forever. You walk up to the counter and see that Steve is gonna be the one checking you out. 

You pay for the movie as you and Steve sit in a comfortable silence. Before you leave you thank him.

“Thanks for all you help… Steve?” You say reading out his name tag on his vest.  

But Steve just loves the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth. He wishes you could say it again. It’s as if an angel just spoke to him. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, it's all perfection. He can't believe that someone so perfect is right in front of him. Like cupid shot him directly in the heart. As you blink in front of him waiting for a response he finally answers. 

“Yea.. Steve! And if you want to come back and let us know what you thought of the movie you're more than welcome to!” Steve says with excitement blowing his nonchalant cover a bit. 

You gleam at his invitation even though you both know you'll have to come back to return the movie anyways. Yet you don't mention it or try to mess with him about it. You simply smile and nod.

“Got it, I'll be back soon for the review!” You say as you grin from ear to ear just by looking at the boy in front of you as you open the door to leave. 

Once you get in your car Steve turns around and sighs. Robin looks directly at him with eyes squinted and a smirk.

“What?” Steve asks confused with her stare

“I saw you have heart eyes for her..” Robin says, poking him in his shoulder repeatedly. 

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes pushing her hand away, “I was just helping out a customer buckley. Can a man not do that?” He bites back sarcastically.

“Mhm sure, I guess so.” Robin says back with a smirk on her face as Steve turns around knowing this isn't just some customer.

[atinyjules]

Timeless Love Ft. Choi Seungcheol

A/n: Another Valentines special! Someone asked for a Seungcheol fic a LONG time back, and this fic is long overdue, but while writing, I saved it but it didn't save so I lost the request and the draft so I had to rewrite everything from the beginning.

But I hope y'all still enjoy it so let's goo

Genre: mild angst, romance, fluff, comfort

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x Kang Naeun (fem oc)

Warnings: None

Naeun rubbed her temples as she sat at her desk, the soft glow of her laptop screen the only light in her dimly lit apartment. Her to-do list was never-ending, deadlines looming over her like storm clouds, and yet… she couldn’t focus.

Her phone lay beside her, screen dark.

It had been over a week since she and Seungcheol had last properly talked. Sure, there were messages here and there—quick check-ins, rushed “I miss you” texts—but no real conversations. No late-night calls, no stolen moments of laughter, no warmth.

And it wasn’t just him.

She had been drowning in work too—back-to-back meetings, endless revisions, and nights spent staring at her screen until her vision blurred. They were both busy, both exhausted, both barely keeping up with their own lives, let alone each other.

The distance between them was growing, and she hated it.

Had he noticed? Did he miss her as much as she missed him? Or was he… used to it by now?

Her chest ached at the thought.

Just as she was about to shove those feelings away and get back to work, her phone vibrated.

Seungcheol: Are you home?

Her heart skipped.

Naeun: Yeah.

There was a pause. Then—

Seungcheol: I’m coming over.

Naeun’s breath hitched. She stared at the message, rereading it as if it would change. He’s coming over?

Her apartment was a mess—papers scattered, empty coffee cups piled on the counter, blankets tossed haphazardly over her couch. But none of that mattered.

She stood up, her pulse quickening.

It had been too long.

The knock on her door came faster than expected, and she nearly tripped over herself getting there.

She hesitated for half a second before opening it.

Seungcheol stood there, slightly out of breath, his dark eyes scanning her face. He looked exhausted—his hair was slightly dishevelled, his hoodie loose over his frame, and there were faint shadows under his eyes. But more than that, there was something else in his gaze.

Something hesitant.

Like he wasn’t sure if she still wanted him here.

The sight of him—of them—like this made something inside her crumble.

Naeun didn’t think. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, pressing her face into his chest.

Seungcheol froze for a heartbeat before his arms came around her, strong and secure, pulling her even closer. His breath shuddered against her hair, like he had been holding it in for too long.

“I missed you,” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

His grip tightened instantly. “I missed you too. So much.”

For a long moment, they just stood there, wrapped up in each other, neither moving, neither speaking—just feeling.

It was the closest they had been in weeks, and neither wanted to let go.

When she finally pulled back slightly, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks, his eyes searching hers.

“We’ve both been busy, huh?” he murmured.

She nodded. “Too busy.”

His lips quirked up slightly, though there was still something vulnerable in his expression. “I hate this. I hate feeling like we’re drifting apart.”

Her heart clenched. “Me too.”

Seungcheol exhaled slowly. “Then let’s fix it. Just for tonight, let’s forget everything else.”

And before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, deep, full of every unsaid word, unspoken feeling that had built up between them.

Naeun melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair, anchoring herself to him. Seungcheol’s hands slid down her back, holding her as if he was afraid she’d slip away again. The warmth of his lips, the way he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss—it was all so familiar, yet it sent shivers down her spine like it was the first time.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested against each other’s, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them.

Seungcheol’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I love you, you know that, right?”

Naeun let out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I know. And I love you too.”

His arms tightened around her again, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. “I’m sorry for not making more time for us.”

She shook her head, her fingers brushing against his jaw. “It wasn’t just you. I should’ve tried harder, too.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, but it wasn’t heavy like before. It wasn’t filled with doubt or insecurity—it was warm, reassuring, theirs.

Seungcheol finally pulled back, tilting his head toward the couch. “Come here.”

She let him lead her to the sofa, where he sank down first and pulled her into his lap effortlessly. She curled into him, her head resting against his chest as his arms encircled her.

For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.

His fingers traced light patterns on her back. “You’re not working tonight,” he murmured. “Not while I’m here.”

She huffed a soft laugh. “And what if I have deadlines?”

He tilted her chin up, a teasing glint in his tired eyes. “Then I’ll just have to distract you.”

Her heart fluttered. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Seungcheol smirked before leaning in, brushing his lips against hers in the softest, sweetest kiss.

“I have a few ideas.”

She giggled, swatting his chest lightly before settling back into his arms.

Tonight, there were no deadlines, no schedules, no missed calls—just them, wrapped in each other, their love as strong as ever.

How was it?

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[rip-vanwinkle]

Toby x Fem!Reader? Your choice on how you want it to go, be it fluffy, angsty or smutty. I just like to suggest the topic and let the writer let their creative juices flow.

I really been lookin’ for a new person to read from is all since I’ve fallen ill to the love for Creepypasta once again lol

it’s a date?

ticci toby/toby rogers x fem!reader (sfw)

(hopefully this isn’t too terrible i’m still feeling things out :’) i’d like to potentially continue this maybe?? BUT thank you so much for the request! <3 toby happens to be my favorite so i’m glad this was my first)

guide:

y/n - your name

y/nn - your nickname

this might have been the dumbest bet you have ever participated in. in fact, you would’ve said no if 1.) the payout hadn’t been semi-decent and 2.) a certain lanky, fluffy-haired man wasn’t involved. it was ridiculous, but doable. act like a couple for the night, split 150 dollars.

as you got ready for your “date”, you thought about the man you had been relatively close with for a while now. Toby was a genuinely nice guy, and a bit of a dork more often than not. goofy at best, downright off-putting at worst. so of course when Tim approached you with this genius idea, you figured it couldn’t hurt.

that was two hours ago. now, doing your makeup in front of your lighted vanity mirror, you felt your stomach turning.

“come on y/n, don’t be ridiculous. you have nothing to be nervous about,” you mumbled to yourself. yet you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking while you were applying your lip gloss. were you… excited? no. that’s silly.

you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“you can come in,” you said, wiping the excess gloss from the corners of your lips.

“hey (y/n/n), are y-you almost ready to go?” the brunette asked, peering his head into your room.

“you can bring the rest of yourself in here, yknow,” you teased.

Toby pushed the door all the way open, leaning his tall frame against it. he looked good. really good. his navy blue suit hugged him in all the right places, but particularly his arms. you forgot that he actually had muscles under that baggy hoodie he always wears.

“a-are you gonna finish g-getting ready? or are y-you gonna keep s-staring?” he smirked. you rolled your eyes and turned back around, fixing your stray hairs.

when you arrived at your work dinner, you couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on you. well, on your date at least. none of your colleagues knew that you were bringing a plus-one, and you usually sat out when it came to the typical relationship gossip. you looked up at Toby, and it was clear he felt the spotlight too.

“j-jeez, i know i look good, b-but i didn’t think i looked that g-good,” he chuckled, straightening his suit jacket. you knew he wasn’t loving the attention, so you quickly found a place to sit next to some of your more… tolerable coworkers.

“(y/n)! don’t be rude, introduce us to your friend here,” Amanda smiled, giving a small wave to Toby. the rest of the girls followed suit, clearly enjoying the view.

“well, long time no see ladies! this is my boyfriend, Toby. we just recently started dating,” you replied, motioning to the man of the hour. you couldn’t help but feel somewhat possessive. marking him as “off limits” felt kind of good.

the rest of the evening went just about as you expected. work gossip, drinks, intrusive questions about your new “relationship”, et cetera, et cetera. it wasn’t until the night was coming to an end, and you had definitely had one too many aperol spritzes that things took a slight turn. you weren’t even thinking when you leaned your head onto his shoulder - it felt like pure instinct. you were too occupied giggling at some embarrassing story one of your colleagues brought up to think twice.

as soon as you realized, your face flushed and you mouthed a quick “sorry” as you sat up, smoothing out your hair. without missing a beat Toby wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you back towards him. you struggled to hide the grin spreading across your face, meanwhile he flashed his proudly. that adorable smug little shit.