#hiiii tank

[ivys-thick-juicy-thighs]

I like your url a lot <3

Thank you! It’s a tasty little treat.

[wavisms]

a dempsey i drew for someone ^_^💝 i was mostly painting stuff today but i had to draw at least *something* codz related …. i can’t go one day without drawing these freaklets

[lifemod17]

Hello love I'm back again!!! <333

visual representation of me whenever Tank is in my askbox:

you could tell me these pictures are those like preset wallpaper / background images that is built in with like a phone or a computer and I would believe you. look at these photos and tell me that is not just MAJESTIC AF!!

this is the kind of sunset you would see in movies, and what I would give to be that character who is basking in this view, lost in thought, trying to figure out what I did wrong before my friend, who I've secretly fallen for runs up behind me and confesses their love for me...

I mean. SUPER PRETTY SUNSET

move along there's nothing to see here

[blushouyo]

wildberry cookie #1 !!!

[sturniolohouse]

Closer to you -M.S

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you for all the love on my last story. I had a lot of fun writing it. I don't know how consistent I'll be but here's a little something for now

summary: matt just wants to spend time with you after a long day.

warning: cursing? kinda suggestive comments idk grow up

word count: 1.8k

--

"Your beard tickles," I giggle with Matt lying on top of me, his face buried into my neck.

He playfully sinks his teeth into the crook of my shoulder and I squeal at the shocking gesture. He chuckles lowly at my reaction and I lightly swat his shoulder, trying to roll him off of me.

"You're crushing me. You may weigh less than me but you're heavy," I shove him off and he finally rolls off but takes me with him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me on top of him.

"I'm going to crush you now," I protest trying to get up but he pulls me down once more.

"I think I can handle it." He wraps his arms around me, having no choice but to lay my head on his chest.

"C'mere, I barely saw you today. Just wanna lay here with you like this a little while longer." He mumbles, kissing the top of my head and running his hands up and down my back.

"Didn't you have fun with your brothers today?" I ask, mainly teasing him as we were only apart for less than a day. I had seen him in the morning before they left for their meeting at the warehouse.

"Those goofs are a pain in my fucking ass." he snarls and I poke him in the ribs.

"Be nice." I tell him and he sighs.

"I'm joking. It was nice. I guess," He corrects himself. His hands sneak their way under my sweatshirt then under my tank top.

"Matt..." I warn him and he squeezes my sides.

"Yes..." He mocks and I can hear the grin on face. 

When I lift my head he's got smirk on his face as his hands lower down past the waistband of my pants. He goes for a handful of my ass before I stop his movements and give him a stern look.

"Matthew, your brothers are home." I scold him softly.

"Don't 'Matthew' me, them being home has never stopped us before." His eyes widen playfully as he calls me out.

"Yeah, when they were asleep. But they are both very much awake right now and could god forbid walk in," I defend getting flustered, heat rising up my neck and pooling into my ears.

“You know there’s this thing called a lock? I have one on my door. Use it quite often.”

“Yeah and risk one of them hearing something?” I shudder and he smirks at my flustered appearance.

"So, what I'm hearing is...later?" He raises his eyebrow and I roll my eyes, pulling away from his grasp. 

"Chris mentioned something about wanting to watch a movie tonight when you guys got in before." I change the subject, readjusting myself and sitting up on his lap instead.

"Fuck that, we're not leaving this room." He grips the tops of my thighs, playing with the string of my sweats.

"I had already told him yes..." I hesitate and fidget with my bracelets, waiting for him to blow up.

I peer up and see him with an arm over his eyes as he regulates his breathing. I stifle my laughter and watch him compose himself.

"Of course you did." He says sarcastically, waving his hand out dramatically.

"He sounded really excited," I reason with him and he rolls his eyes once more.

"You know what's gonna happen right? We're going to go into the living room, argue over which movie to watch for an hour and then Chris is gonna go on his phone the entire time, not paying attention to shit. All while you and Nick whisper and giggle and text each other from across the couch while I sit there watching a fucking movie I didn't want to watch in the first place." He rambles with wide eyes.

"C'mon it's just one movie." I rub his chest and he grabs my hands in his, halting their movement. 

"I don't care. I was with those idiots all day. I drove them all over the city, Chris wanted to thrift but then realized he was hungry, so I had to get him food, but then oh no, Nick wants happy ice first so we had to go to happy ice. And all I��wanted to do was get a new pair of jeans, film our video and go home to spend time with you. But now because you feel bad for Chris, we have to sit and watch a shitty movie the kid's not even gonna see." He winds himself up and I tilt my head to the side, giving him that look.

"No, do not give me that look. You're not going to make me feel bad this time, sweetheart." He shakes his head, standing his ground. 

I continue to stare at him and pull my hands out of his grip, rubbing my hands up and down his chest again. 

"I'll...make you cookies," I smile softly, and he stares at me blankly. "Snickerdoodle..." Still nothing.

He extremely stubborn so this will take some bribing.

"Alright, I won't make you listen to Taylor Swift in the car, even though I know you secretly like her music." I say and he laughs this time, shaking his head.

"Kid, stop."

"I'll give you a kiss? A proper one. You can even touch my ass or grab my tits. Both even." I try to think of more things and he continues not to budge, though I can see his eyes shimmer with temptation.

"Wow, not even an ass grab will win you over?" I say with deep concern and he chuckles again giving me a little shrug.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm just gonna go out there and watch the movie and you can stay in here by yourself since you're too cool." I get off of him and his jaw drops. He sits up on his elbows.

"Hey, woah. You'd seriously leave me to go hang out with them?" His voice cracks as he looks at me in disbelief.

"Yup!"

"This is fucking ridiculous." I hear him mumble under his breath as I put my slippers on and open the door.

"Have fun sulking," I close the door behind me.

I walk out to Nick and Chris serving themselves mac and cheese in the kitchen. I greet them before grabbing some goldfish from the pantry and a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Where's Matt?" Chris asks shoveling a spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth. Realizing it was too hot, he fans his mouth and blows out air to cool it down.

"He's in the room. What movie are we watching?" I keep it at that, walking over to the living room and taking a seat in the right corner nook of the couch.

"He's such a loser," Nick comments before sitting beside me and grabbing the TV remote.

"Nick, give me the fucking remote." Chris motions him while taking his own seat at the end of the couch.

"No, idiot, eat your food."

I was able to convince them to watch one of my favorite movies, 50 First Dates. Nick was on board right away but I had to win Chris over.

"Bro, no way. I'm not watching a chick-flick." He goes to grab the remote from Nicks hand.

"Chris shut up, you're not even going to watch it," Nick calls him out, putting the remote out of his reach.

"Yes I am," He argues back.

"Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider are in it." I speak up and he sits back.

"Fine."

Twenty minutes into the movie I hear Matt’s door open and then his footsteps down the hall. I turn my attention away from the movie to see him walking over with his black hoodie pulled over his head.

I knew he’d break eventually.

"Look who decided to join-" Chris starts.

"Shut the fuck up."

When he reaches the couch, he leans down pulling my legs up and over his lap as he takes a seat directly next to me. He wraps his arms around my middle, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.

Although rare, Matt has no problem cuddling or hugging me in front of others. It's usually kissing or gross sweet talk we avoid displaying. We just prefer to keep that private for everyone's peace, including our own.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders pulling him into me, scratching the nape of neck lightly with my fingernails and playing with his overgrown hair.

"Oh I’m gonna puke..." Chris comments from beside us and Matt flips him off without a word.

"Watch the goddamn movie and leave them alone." Nick snaps at him.

Matt melts into me as I continue to scratch his scalp and he draws patterns on my hip with the hand he snuck under my hoodie.

Not even halfway into the movie I look over at Chris and see he’s on his phone. I nudge Matt slightly to bring his attention to it and he shakes his head.

“What did I fucking tell you,” he says lowly and I giggle.

“Chris, you like the movie?” I call out and he snaps his head in my direction.

“What? Oh yeah, it’s great.” He puts his phone down beside him.

He gives me a tight lip smile before looking over at Nick and I could already see the idea pop into his head before he tackles him in a hug.

“Get the fuck off of me. What is wrong with you?” Nick shoves him off, his eyes wide.

“I just love you,” Chris shrugs, going to tickle Nick’s side but he catches his wrist, twisting it slightly causing Chris to cry out in pain.

“You’re an idiot. Let's keep our hands to ourselves,"

“I’m getting ice cream, do you want?” Matt whispers to me and I immediately nod. He kisses my jaw and pats my legs so I lift them off his lap.

He quietly goes into the kitchen and discreetly takes out the pints of ice cream and serving them into bowls for us.

He pads back over, tapping the bowl on my shoulder to get my attention before I grab it.

This catches both Nick and Chris’ attention.

“There’s ice cream?”

“Not for you.”

—

Everyone had gone to their rooms after the movie and Matt couldn’t get us back to his room fast enough.

"It wasn't that bad." I say pulling the comforter back and sliding in next to Matt who’s already shirtless and under the covers.

"Yeah, yeah." He puts an arm under his head and extends his arm for me, wanting me close.

"You're such a grump." I roll my eyes. turning towards him and moving to lay my head on his chest.

"I just want to be able to spend quality time with my girlfriend without our plans being infiltrated by my brothers." He wraps his arm around me, lightly stroking my shoulder with his fingertips.

"Is that such a crime?" He presses softly and I shake my head.

"I suppose not." I sigh, "We could...go away?" I suggest after a beat of silence and he hums.

"I like the sound of that, keep talking..."

"You and me, the cape, being in nature, alone in a cabin for a week, no interruptions..." I trail off, tracing patterns on his stomach.

"Sweetheart, you had me at the fucking cape."

[daenysx]

hiiii I’m not sure if you take nsfw requests but I was thinking about if modern aemond’s gf was too stressed that it was taking longer for her to finish and she fakes her climax, how aemond would react? If you don’t do nsfw just maybe something similar where she is so stressed but won’t communicate it and his reaction when she hides it from him?

soft!aemond is back!! i mean kind of lol. i really hope you like this, i'm taking nsfw requests if you have any, thank you for requesting! <333 (title is from a lana del rey song, the pics aren't mine i got them from pinterest)

wc: 2.9k

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, smut ♡ (also fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst?)

burning desire

aemond is in a good mood this evening.

the summer rain hits the window, you kiss your boyfriend to the sound of rain. aemond's body is a nice weight against your body. he kisses you calmly, long fingers rub the soft skin of your waist.

your head is full of things these days. you try to stop overthinking, you're unable to sleep at nights, mindlessly scrolling your phone for hours just because you can't solve any problems. there's not much to solve, not really, you only have to wait to settle down with everything that keeps your mind busy. it's not so easy, though, you're impatient, sometimes eager to doubt yourself and every little decision you made. the stress weighs down on you. you focus on aemond's lips instead.

he's been out of town for the past week. now, he's on your bed with you laying under him. he doesn't say how much he missed you but the kisses are the proof of it. he makes little sounds, doesn't stop until you are desperate for breathing. he looks at you through a hazy eye, his pretty lips swollen and pinkish.

"i missed you." you mumble. "it's hard to deal with things without you."

aemond looks at you with an unreadable expression. you think he likes what you say, he enjoys how much you want him with you. he smiles slyly, fucking attractive, he's gonna test all your patience.

he holds the back of your neck without saying anything, fingers curled in your hair to pull your head back. your entire neck is exposed, you moan when he presses his lips on your pulse point. he gives you a big kiss, the kind of kiss you could lose your mind over. he doesn't leave a mark but it's still nice. his lips draw a line on your collarbone.

"i missed you, too." he says, quietly. "pretty girl."

his fingers play with the waistband of your shorts. the sound of thunderstorm is louder when you're both quiet. aemond pushes your tank top to your breasts, he kisses your belly. you push yourself against his mouth, feeling him loving on you is so nice. he plays with you until you arch your back, you look at him with widened eyes.

"please." you say. he kisses your hipbone.

"gotta tell me what you want." he says. "you know you won't get it otherwise."

his devilish smirk makes your thighs clench. you take a deep breath, your mind feels like it's full of empty bubbles. his touch is cool against your bare skin, he rubs the back of your thighs with his huge hands.

"i'm waiting." he says, gets on his knees on bed. "tell me."

you lift your hips to show what you want. "can you take it off?" you ask. you take your tank top off without asking him. his eye shines when he sees your bare chest.

"of course." he tells you, his fingers move on your shorts. "such a nice girl."

you get more and more impatient with each second. aemond takes off his shirt, your hands touch all the way on his chest to his happy trail. his hipbones are sharp against the fabric of his pants, your breathing quickens to the image of his defined muscles. you can see the outline of his half hard cock, aemond tilts his head back and groans when you touch him through his pants.

"wait." he says. "i'm not gonna last if you keep touching me like that."

you just squeeze him gently one last time. "you didn't even take your clothes off." you say cheekily. "i wanna touch you without them." you whisper.

aemond smiles. it's a perfect smile, his lips curved because of your obvious desire. he sees how hard your nipples get with chilly air of the room, your panties getting wetter as you touch him, your eyes have the look of want and something different in them. he is quick to get rid of his clothes as you wish. you don't move until he gets back on top of you, only the thin fabric of your panties separates you from his cock.

he kisses you for a good minute. you cup his cheeks, happy to hide from the world with his long hair falling around your face. he presses himself to your center, it feels different than it used to. you don't know the reason, maybe you missed him too much, maybe your body tries to remember how his touch affects you. he's more patient than you, even though it's clear how much he needs to release.

"aemond." you mumble, wrapping your legs around his waist at the same time.

"hmm?" he sucks your jawline softly. he's so pretty, you think you'll lose your mind.

"i feel like-" you start, unable to finish any thought. your mind is too full these days. "can you please do something?"

you press yourself harder against him with the last piece of strength you could find. aemond pushes your panties aside. your cunt glints with the wetness but he still wants to prepare you. "it's okay." he reassures you. your eyes are closed, like you're trying to focus. "you just gotta be patient for me, okay?"

you nod. aemond thinks you might be the sweetest thing in his world. he pushes a finger inside you gently with his thumb on your clit. you moan silently, your body needs to relieve the tension, it keeps you awake every night. aemond moves his finger slowly, getting as many sounds from you as he can to guide himself. you part your legs for him, he settles down.

you feel like you're lost in the feelings he gives you. it's weird for a second then it's not. he pushes a second finger in, the stretch is tight but he likes it very much when you clench around him. "aemond, hmm-" you make incoherent sounds. you hold his face to kiss him as his fingers work inside you.

"do you feel good?" he asks. "is it good, baby?"

fuck, you love it so much when he calls you baby. you nod, saying yes three times. his touch is fire, you don't escape. he is hard against your leg, so hard, so bold. you moan again, your brain goes through a haze.

aemond keeps fingering you, his thumb rubs your clit with circles. the touch is nice to feel, you tilt your head back when it gets unbearable. he smiles wickedly as you keep saying his name. you look like you're lost in him.

"are you gonna come for me?" he asks with slow words against your ear. you think you will. "gonna be my nice girl and come around my fingers?"

his words feel wonderful and for a second you really believe you'll come against his hand. you try to open your eyes, aemond keeps moving his fingers quicker. you think you need to push yourself against him to make your body relax. it'll work. it always does.

but then it doesn't. your body doesn't relax, it's still too tense, too tight. you make a sound as if you're coming, aemond's eye is closed. you don't know why it happens, you feel like somethin's wrong. it's never happened before. your voice is too real to him, for a second he actually believes you orgasmed. you don't say anything.

it feels like you'll disappoint him if you say it was fake. you didn't do it on purpose and your body surprised even you, you faked an orgasm for the first time with aemond. you feel upset for a moment, his fingers get still inside you. you put your poor body on bed, quit arching your back. your mind places walls between you and your pleasure.

your boyfriend opens his eye to your tired face. he pulls his fingers, giving you a smile. he's still undeniably hard but he doesn't move, waiting for you to say something.

"what-" he begins, you reach for his hand. "are you okay?"

you think he'll be upset to find out you faked your pleasure. he definitely would understand if you tell him but you still feel tired. you feel hungry for his touch, hungry for a piece of relief. you don't know how to control your mind, how to ease off your worries and all the stress you've been carrying.

"i'm okay." you say. you squeeze his fingers.

"i don't believe it." he says, sitting on bed. "you don't look okay, did i- did i hurt you?"

you shake your head quickly. "no, of course not. i would tell you, you know it."

"then what?" he asks. he pushes his hair back. "you never look like this after you come, i'm sure of it. you should tell me if something's wrong."

you force yourself to sit next to him. your hand is still holding his. "nothing's wrong." you begin, trying to find words. "it's just-"

aemond holds your cheek in his hand. "tell me." he demands softly.

"i was sure, i was gonna finish." you say. it's the truth. "but i couldn't, not really. i mean it felt good but-"

"you didn't finish." he completes. "but you sounded like-"

"i didn't mean to fake it, i promise." you say. "i thought it would be okay, like it always is but- it didn't, but i'd never fake it with you."

aemond's face is strange, like he's embarrassed. he's thinking. is it his fault? did he fail to take care of you? did you need to fake it to finish early? he likes giving you pleasure, he likes giving what you ask of him. he knows you trust him enough to let him take care of you, and he likes it so much when you take care of him. the bond between you two is something precious, it upsets him to see you unsure and sad about it.

"i should've prepared you better." he says. "maybe you weren't ready. i was fast."

"no." you say, kissing his cheek to get closer. "it's probably because i'm too much in my head these days. it's nothing to do with you, baby, you know stress can have these kind of effects."

"what's bothering you?" aemond asks gently. "why are you so stressed?"

"i don't know." you answer honestly. "i really don't. it's too many things about the school and other stuff, and you weren't here. it's easy to get lost in problems when you're not around."

he pulls you to his lap. rain hits harder on windows. "you know- you know you can tell me anything. i'd never force you to have sex with me if you're not in the mood. if i'd known-"

"no!" you stop him. it's far from what happened and this time he gets in his head. "i wanted it so much. i still want it, aemond, i promise. i need you, i need to relax. i just don't know how to do it- how to get out of my head."

"do you still want it?" he asks, just to be sure. "do you want me to make you come?"

you nod, taking a breath to relax the tension on your shoulders. "please."

"i can talk you through it." he says, putting your body on bed under him. "if you can only focus on my voice and nothing else, i can help you relax."

"but what if i-"

"it's okay if you can't finish." he interrupts you. "don't go hard on yourself. you just gotta tell me when it does and doesn't feel good."

"okay." you say, desperate to feel his hands all over you again. it feels good to ask for his help.

"good." he says, with a deep voice. "i'll make you feel better." he promises.

your head goes back to let him kiss your neck, he kisses the same spots as he did minutes ago. you hold his hand, it doesn't take too much for him to get hard again. it's been a week since you last had sex. aemond doesn't like touching himself without you ever since you first made him come. it's addicting to feel your softness against his cock, he feels poorly when he tries to do it himself.

"i need it." you say, numbly. "please."

he holds your waist, kissing the top of your cunt softly. "trust me." he says. "don't worry."

he kisses your swollen clit. it aches with want, you want to have him so much, it hurts your head. he sucks to relieve a bit of tension. "yes." you whisper. "more, please."

he sucks for a nice minute. you part your legs, your wetness mixes with his spit. he's never been ashamed with his intentions but he feels bolder this time. pressing his cock to soft bed under him, he grunts against your cunt.

"i can't take it." you cry. "you need to do something, i feel like i'm losing my mind."

he kisses your belly. "sweetheart." he speaks softer than he ever does. "you're not losing your mind. you just need to be patient with yourself."

you feel a teardrop roll on your cheek out of pleasure. "okay." you say, pulling him back on his spot between your legs.

when he's sure you're wet enough, aemond strokes his cock. the tip of it is dark pink, so sensitive, so needy. he knows he'll feel good when he gets inside of you, he rubs himself nicely before placing himself properly against your hole.

"are you okay?" he asks against your ear. you nod, he relaxes. his back arching towards you gracefully, his cock finally getting what it wants as he pushes himself inside slowly.

you moan, tilting your head back. it's so sweet, you sound wet when he pushes a bit more. he moves his hips carefully, grunts softly when he can breathe against your chest.

"you feel so good, you know that?" he asks, almost begging. "i missed having you like this, all mine, all needy for me."

"i missed you, too." you cry out. the pleasure is blinding when he presses his fingers on your wet clit. "i missed you so much." you hug him, it's more intimate than it ever has been. rain sounds cover your little whispers, you kiss the skin beneath his ear.

"never gonna leave you again." he promises. he keeps moving, pushing himself fully inside. "never gonna leave you lost in your pretty head."

"please." you say. "please, baby, help."

you're too sweet on him, calling him baby when he's desperate to get you come. he feels himself getting closer to his peak but that's not his priority right now.

he hits your g-spot for the first time that evening and you moan loudly. he smiles, kissing your forehead. "relax." he says. "i got you."

"right there." you mumble. "so- so good."

he moves gracefully, hitting the same spot over and over again, his stamina helps him delaying his own climax. you're all spread out under him, he sucks one of your nipples when your chest gets heavy with deep breaths. he holds your hands on top of your head, fucking into you sweetly with hard motions.

"i can feel it." he says. "you're so close, right? so pretty, you should see yourself."

"close." you murmur. "i need it."

he keeps fucking you until you finally snap. your mind goes blank, it's all him. his scent overwhelmes you, surrounds you and there's nothing else. aemond targaryen is everywhere, he doesn't stop until the tightness disappears. arching your back for the last time, your wetness stains the sheets.

aemond can't keep himself any longer. "come for me." you beg. "please, come for me, i need to feel you."

who's he to deny your wishes? he comes hard, grunting, moaning your name. your thighs, your cunt, the sheets, all covered in white cum. he lets out a breath, shaken up by your cunt. "fuck." he whispers, putting his head on your chest. he's spent.

it takes a few minutes for you to get back to yourself. your fingers in his hair, his hands around you, his head on your chest. you stay like this until your mind feels like you again. you are exhausted, finally feel like you'll get a good night sleep.

"that felt pretty real to me." aemond teases when he lifts his head to see you.

"it was." you smile. "it felt so good."

aemond leaves the bed to get a clean towel from the bathroom. he comes back, cleans you up as good as he can. "help me, sweetheart." he says. "can you lift your hips?"

you do as he says, he leaves again. you feel good, your muscles spent for him, your head in that hazy space. you have a lovesick smile on your face when aemond comes back, wearing a clean pair of boxers.

"you'll get cold." he says, helping you wear one of his shirts and clean panties. "it's still raining."

"it's nice." you whisper. "can we sleep now?"

aemond kisses the side of your head. "yes. after you drink this."

he hands you a glass of water, you take three sips. aemond joins you under the covers, you wrap yourself around him instantly. he rubs your shoulder softly, you kiss his neck before burying yourself against him.

"thank you." you whisper. "for taking care of me."

"you think i could leave my girl alone when she needs me?" he says with a low voice. "i'm glad you never need to fake anything with me."

"i trust you." you say, finally falling asleep on him. three words aemond has barely heard before he met you. he thinks it's a nice weight to carry someone's trust. especially yours. you trust him with your body, with your mind. he kisses your head. your hand twitch against his waist in your sleep. he holds your hand through the night.

♡

[rinnstars]

imagineee, aquarium dates with rin. LIKE, SEEING JELLYFISHES AND SHARKS AND CUTE TURTLES WITH OUR RINNIE?? perfecto *chefs kiss*. until you encounter a boy who strayed away from his teacher during their fieldtrip, and starts to tag along with you both. he likes rin but nags you so much?? wow, unfair! anyway, that's all, thank you @rinnstars !! mwa mwa !!

( i got this idea from the C-drama "When I Fly Towards You". the aquarium scene in episode 9 where they happened to be babysitters until the boy was brought back to his teacher and classmates. + please make this in the original timeline. highschool sweethearts with rinrin ( 16 or 17 ) >3< )

sea you with me!

aquarium dates with you

itoshi rin x reader: mainly from rin’s pov, fluff, a little bit of crack, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated

notes: HIIII anon!!!! YES OFCCCC<333 fun fact is that i have never been to one but i hope it’s still sort of accurate TT spent my lesson break for this I JUST GOT A LITTLE EXCITED… just a little!!!! <3 dwww i read ur other part of req tooo although its in the bonus section ish !! <333

holding your hand in the midst of the crowd that forms around different section of glasses featuring different sea creature - from translucent-like jellyfish that practically shines underneath the blue shimmering light above it hovering around, from green turtles that floats around slowly serenely right next and in contrast to the shark that seem to bare its teeth to show its glory to the people looking in awe. he thinks hes lovesick when he sees that and glance at the reflection of you and him, so reminiscent of those sea creatures - with you being as ethereal and breath-taking as the jellyfish as you smile and him being the sharks being placed on display in a separate tank right beside yours in contrast the same way he frowns and grimaces and glares at others.

really, he thinks he doesn’t quite fit the atmosphere - filled with other students with their friends cheerily taking pictures of one another in front of each glass panel with their digicam (that’s inside his pocket if you ever ask for it), filled with noisy kids that yelp and tug at their parents shirt as they attempt to navigate the already-crowded area, filled with people that dress picture-perfect and light to match the atmosphere in contrast to his black jacket hiding his school uniform. and again, he is reminded of his own lovesickness - forgoing a lazy after school hang out with you right in his bedroom playing yours and his favourite song whilst eating food from that cafe he knows youre practically addicted to simply because you asked him to, without any pleadings or begging. yet, don’t get him wrong, hes having fun here although not in the traditional sense - he enjoys seeing you point and brighten up when you see a fish that just catches your attention as you skip right to it, he enjoys feeling your hands against his as though made for each other as you tug against it to move to the next section, and most importantly he really does enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself. after all, he knows you deserve especially after exam season - he’s seen you all drained out lying your head on your desk just days ago clearly exhusasted a few hours after insisting you’ll be fine, he’s seen your piles of notes and assignments and even more printed exam papers to redo for your exam that he thinks your table has already become the equivalent of an library, and hes seen you fallen asleep at your desk way later than you should be after his football club with tears stains that he wished to have been there to wipe away, to kiss away, anything to have prevented you from having cried.

and its this point as you two are chatting about life, leaning in closer to you, where that colourful fish that has been staying still seems to have woken up and in its hurry seem to swim desperately to another side that startles the both of you (he wishes to curse that fish for it would have been a scene out of a manga that you always read if he had mustered the courage to kiss you right there and then), leading you to stumble and almost hit someone - and by someone, its apparently a little kid who looks confused and dazed, not even moving as you almost crash right into him.

you look at that little kid and he looks right back at you with his wide eyes - and hes pretty sure it lasts a while more before you apparently decide to play “adopt me” (just like when you and him were both kids on roblox.. but he digress…) and he’s pretty sure he might just have accidentally glared at the kid with the way he tugs at your jacket as he walks behind you as though hiding from him. and of course, hes used to that sight, hes never been great with kids - having scared his little cousin with just his looks at some point that led him to be reprimanded by said cousin’s parents, having been bitten by said little cousin as soon as his parents left almost letting out a ear-shattering scream that would have completely shattered whatever ego was left from that bite mark that lasted weeks, having being thrown a drink at by said cousin another time whilst he was minding his business playing games beside him whilst having to save his switch and end up soaking wet in his home clothes for another hour or so (and he’s sworn off babysitting for his cousin ever since then) (he had to go to blue lock)

but in front of you, he wants a little pride, to impress you, he digresses - tugging at his pocket to offer the little kid in front of you a candy (out of the many he brings to give to you and to snack on himself). and he knows hes successful, letting himself smile slightly in victory as the kid face appears from behind you, cautiously accepting the candy that rin helps to tear away the packet of for him to enjoy. and perhaps he associates that sugary sweet strawberry flavour that bursts in his mouth with the two of you, suddenly turning from the quiet and confused kid you randomly found to a kid who suddenly was open and talkative, all smiles and laughter, holding the both of your hands in his and skipping, pulling you and rin with him.

and now, he finds himself no longer pulled by you, but this random kid - but when he looks at you who’s attention is clearly on the kid, smiling and nodding to whatever things he’s saying, you practically you look like an angel especially with the way the aquarium white and blue lights were illuminating you. and midway of course, he slowly lets go of rin’s hand, leaving him behind almost comically as he holds yours and his bag. and he can practically feel eyes glared at him, and all he wants to do is to run away as he walks behind you and that little kid that he now suddenly feels was against him all along - with the way he tugs and your arm and..!

“.. mhm! ah! wait those are my parents! bye bye!” he says, turning back at you and rin with a bright smile that practically filled your heart with warmth as though he was the sun, waving excitedly at the both of you before he cheerily skips towards his parents who looked confused at where he was, pulling him by the hand worriedly.

and with that, your hands are back to merging with his, and that tint of red on his face from embarrassment changes into a blush across his face that is only highlighted by the lights from having his hands on you, walking about in the sea exhibition. he wonders a little what that kid told you, for you to hold his hands seemingly a little tighter, leaning your head on his shoulder that isn’t completely uncharacteristic but still a little strange as you glance at another exhibition of fishes swimming passionately around the tank as though dancing, brushing his hair aside before leaning in and merging your lips with his that practically makes his heart flutters and pump even faster than it does on the field - and he swears he understands all those mangas you rave about teenage romance and whatnot when youre practically made for him.

bonus:

“… seriously bachira… i don’t think that’s rin…”

“it seriously is! i followed him from that cafe! i’m serious isagi!!”

“with that kind of personality…?”

“hey! keep it down a little he’s about to turn around..?!”

and rin thinks hes going to lose his mind when he turns around after that kiss only to see his isagi and bachira huddled together whispering clearly about him in their respective school uniform, tugging you by your hand to somewhere else as he sees them through the reflective glass of the exhibitions following him and you a little too obviously. but he guesses if its with you, he doesn’t mind it at all.

[oracle-of-dream]

Hiiii I really like your work and yes so anyway here goes nothing !

Could you maybe write a top!yeonjun x bttm male reader ?

Where the reader is the 6th member of txt and the plot is up to you (the reader does have a praise kink, tho ... but other than that, I will let you do as you wish ! )

Getting Close

Minors DNI

Summary: You're the 6th member of TXT, a recent addition to the group, and you're having trouble getting comfortable with the members. As the oldest, Yeonjun takes on the job of caring for the newest member...

Warnings: Male Reader, Top!Yeonjun, Blowjobs, Deepthroat, Cum Drinking, Corruption Kink (lowkey)

Wordcount: 1.9k

The day wasn't too bad but you couldn't help but feel exhausted. It was a photoshoot, an interview, and then you had vocal lessons at the end of the day before being released back to the dorm. You did a lot of work with the other members one-on-one and it felt awkward working with them in less than a whole group setting...

At the photo shoot, you had to work with Taehyun. He was so professional and put together, you felt like a stick figure next to the Mona Lisa. You struggled through the shots with him, trying to lean toward him without being so stiff–but his face never gave away how he was feeling... You wondered if we were annoyed by you slowing him down. Then there was the radio interview with Beomgyu. His personality is something... different. You didn't know how to handle his energy or build off him well, so he spoke for most of the interview. The interviewer commented on your silence, asking if you were introverted. You just agreed with their guess so you'd have to speak less, saving yourself more embarrassment than you were already sitting through. You only remember saying "Hello" and "Goodbye".

Your manager had gotten onto you about trying harder to get progressively better with the group but the members were already so close to each other–there was no space for you...

Lastly, vocal lessons with Yeonjun.

You walked into the practice room, ten minutes early to warm up alone. The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of Yeonjun–Hybe's prodigy.

You wrapped up your vocal exercises just as the door opened. You stood up and bowed at the door, not looking at who walked in. "Hello," You muttered nervously.

"There's no need to bow, it's just me," Yeonjun said as he stepped into the room. He had a white jacket, a green tank top, and a white beanie. He smirked at you. "What are you being so cute for?"

You sat down, feeling your ears get warmer. "Sorry–I thought you were the instructor."

"I am your instructor today." Yeojun patted your head as he moved past you to the other seat. "The actual teacher couldn't make it so he told me what you'd been working on and asked me to help you."

"Like–together?"

"Yes, together! We're a team now." You'd always practiced alone with the teacher, even recording your debut–alone in the booth. You'd sang in front of fans and the members already, but only songs you'd spent hours and hours practicing. Yeonjun noticed you hesitating. "Are you nervous? I won't judge you, we're a team." Yeonjun emphasized the team by putting his hand on your thigh and shaking it.

"I know we're a team but–"

"No, buts! We're a team. Period. It takes time to adjust, but all the members are here for you–especially me."

You nodded silently. When you were still a trainee, you loved TXT and their songs were always the best to you. Even for monthly evaluation, you'd do a TXT song. Any time you'd hear they were in the building you'd silently hope you'd catch even a glimpse of them while they moved through their day. On the day you were told that you'd be joining TXT instead of debuting in a new group, your heart soared–not realizing it meant you'd have to be with your favorites all the time. The day you were moved into the dorm, the members looked surprised to see you. Apparently, they'd only been told you were coming earlier that day. It was probably unfair to them how they worked from the ground up and you were added in after they'd already poured so much work into their careers. It was tough not to feel like you were riding their coattails–even fans commented on how your spot was undeserved... But Yeonjun's eyes made you forget that horrible pit that had been sitting in your stomach.

You took a chance. After a deep breath, you asked, "How can I get closer to everyone?" Your eyes were wide with wonder.

Yeonjun smiled at you. "You're so cute... Maybe I don't want you to be close to everyone–why not just me?"

"Uhh–"

"I'm kidding, y/n. You should be close to all of us!" Yeonjun slipped his beanie off and shook out his hair. "We'll try taking it one step at a time. We can start getting closer and work together on getting the others in, okay?"

You knew Yeonjun was flirty on camera with the members, but you didn't know he was flirty off camera too. You couldn't tell if he was being serious or if it was just his personality... "Sure, that sounds good."

"That's great. And I've got a great way for us to get close fast." Yeonjun put his hand out to you. "If you want, then we can do it too. All the boys have done it to get closer to each other."

"Just tell me what I need to do." You took Yeonjun's hand. He immediately placed it on his crotch, pressing it against his half-hard cock. You took your hand back, eyes wide. "O-Oh I–"

Yeonjun gently leaned forward, sliding his hand over yours as he gently placed his lips on yours. "Easy. Take it slow," He instructed as he moved your hand again. Right back where he wanted it. His hips rolled into your hand, forcing his bulge to brush between your fingers as his hands cupped your face to hold you in the kiss. His plump lips tasted like strawberries, and his breath was cool and fresh with a hint of mint. When he pulled away, he looked you deep in your eyes. "Okay?"

You nodded. You didn't know what to do, but you knew that you didn't want to fight against it either.

"We're still in the building, so we don't need to get too involved today. Want my hands or my mouth?"

Your brain malfunctioned at his proposition, still trying to process the kiss.

"Cutie, stick with me. If you leave, how can I make you happy?"

"I don't know what to do..." You awkwardly cupped Yeonjun's bulge, feeling his pulse in your hands.

"Did you want to see mine first? That will make it easier." Yeonjun unbuttoned his pants and leaned back. "Go ahead, take them off. You've got me wherever you want me." Yeonjun's voice was a little deeper and softer, almost whispering. His eyes glazed over as he looked at you, waiting for you to do something. Following his lead, you tug at his pants–opening them enough to show his underwear. "Good boy, now the rest," Yeonjun cooed.

"Are you sure?" You asked for confirmation, but your eyes were still glued to his bulge. Yeonjun knew he had you.

"Only if you want it. I won't force you." Yeonjun started to zip his pants up when you stopped him.

"No! I–We should be closer because we're a team."

He nodded. "Now you're getting it, you're a part of my team. And everyone on the team does this. We can't date, and bringing people home is problematic, so we take care of each other's needs..." He stroked your ear. "Can you take care of me? Or do you need me to take care of you first?" He placed his hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up your thigh watching your expression for discomfort. You moved to the edge of your seat, matching Yeonjun, forcing his hand to touch you. "At the same time, then?"

You nodded as you slipped your hand into Yeonjun's underwear. He did the same, slender fingers dipping past your waistband. His cock's tip peaked out from his boxers and as you stroked him, it stretched further out until he slid his underwear down enough for all of him to stand proudly. Maybe you felt too shy, but you stopped Yeonjun from taking off your underwear.

"Okay, keep them on. I can still touch you like this..." While still stroking your cock, Yeonjun kissed you, squeezing your member every few moves to make you flinch.

You copied him, matching his pace and pattern.

"Oh, an observant boy? I expected you to be more playful like Beomgyu..." Yeonjun chuckled as he kissed your nose. "Can I have more, please?" He stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you seated. His cock, dripping with precum, pointed at you. "Can you suck it, please?" The way he said please make your cock twitch. He wasn't begging, it was more like a strong suggestion. He didn't want to force you to suck his dick, but he really wanted you to do it.

"I can," You said shyly as you leaned forward.

"Thank you, baby. Take your time with it, there's no rush." Yeonjun rubbed your head, letting his hand rest on you as you opened your mouth. You instinctually closed your eyes as you wrapped your lips around him. The feeling of his eyes watching you work was too much, you couldn't look back at him. Your tongue made the first move, swirling around the tip. Yeonjun's moans encouraged you, showing how he enjoyed it. You slowly sank deeper, using your hands to stroke the part that you couldn't cover. "Don't push yourself," Yeonjun moaned. You understood he was trying to be kind, but it made you want to push yourself hearing him be so patient for you. You bobbed your head, moving lower each time until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. "Jeez, you're so good. It's so deep in there..." His hand that was resting on your head mixed itself in your hair, making you more excited. You deepthroated him, gagging and gurgling on him, making so much noise. "Y/n, p-please, don't hurt yourself. I–fuck," Yeonjun tried to speak but you didn't give him any time to breathe.

You hollow your cheeks, taking him completely.

Yeonjun's eyes bulged as his knees buckled. "I'm cumming, m'cumming! Stop!" He tried to push you off him, even pulling your hair slightly, but you didn't budge as you held him inside your mouth. Yeonjun realized what you wanted and stopped pushing, instead pushing you down. "F-Fine, then drink it all if you want."

You felt his warm cum shooting straight down your throat, his cock pulsing and twitching as his hips rolled his pelvis into your face. Your nose scraped against his stomach a few times and your eyes rolled back–finally opening.

"Such a good boy, so good. The best!" Yeonjun moaned praises repeatedly until you slid him out of your mouth. His knees finally collapsed and dropped him back into his seat. He breathed heavily to catch his breath. "You didn't need to do so much... for me..."

You wiped a few tears out of your eyes. "I wanted to. I liked it. Hearing you tell me how good I did..."

"Oh?" Yeonjun smirked. "Then I'll tell you when you're doing a good job every time. And I'll make sure the others will too."

"The others?"

"Yeah. After today, they'll want to get close to you too..." Yeonjun kissed your cheek. "But remember who's your favorite. And don't forget I was your first in the group."

You nodded, a plush on your cheeks as you cleaned up your own mess. You hadn't even realized you'd stoked yourself to completion while sucking off your bandmate...

[masonmontz]

hiiii :) this is the part 2 of this one bc i couldn't read the entire anon request 😂😂 hope you like it xx (and writing this i realized that i need a man so i'm killing myself)

smut word count: 1,2k

✦‎۟    ࣭   ⊹

You and Mason stayed up for a while after dinner watching a series, but he was tired from the trip and fell asleep next to you on the couch. You picked up your phone to check some stories on Instagram, and you couldn't help but notice a photo of Mason from today's game where he was sitting on the bench, but the way he was sitting made it look like his thighs were even bigger.

You also couldn't pretend that you didn't zoom in on the photo to admire your boyfriend's legs and the volume he was showing in his uniform shorts.

“That’s hot” you mumbled and Mason opened his eyes next to you ‘cause you spoke loudly and he woke up. 

“What?” he asked huskily, and you shivered as you felt his breath on your ear. 

“This picture, it looks so good to sit on those legs” you showed him the picture and he smiled, and Mason pulled you against him, pressing you against his strong body. 

“Do you wanna sit on them now?” he left a kiss on your ear, giving you goosebumps all over. You were wearing a tank top and Mason couldn't help but notice when your nipples appeared, so he brought his hand to one of them as he left kisses all over your neck and ear, and you almost squirmed on the couch. “This is interesting.”

“Oh please, you know how much I like your legs and sitting on them” you murmured, closing your eyes as Mason ran his hands over your body. You smiled as Mason bit your neck and you turned around, climbing on top of him on the couch and sitting on his thighs. “You're wearing too many clothes, let's take some off.”

“Don't be bossy” Mason said but leaned over to take off the sweatshirt and shirt he was wearing, leaving his chest exposed for you to run your nails over. “We don’t need this” he said as he pulled down your tank top, and you were only in your panties and tank top since you settled down on the couch. 

Mason rested his back on the couch and you finally sat on his thighs, almost sighing as you felt the muscles there. You wrapped your hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss him, and you couldn't help but grind on top of his legs, and he sighed ‘cause he was getting hard with you turned on by his legs. 

“Are you horny? All that to sit and ride my cock?” he said as he pulled his mouth away from yours, and Mason grabbed your waist and pulled you against his leg again, pulling you forward and making you slide from his thighs to his dick, making you fit your pussy on his hard cock. “Come here, grind on me.” 

You sighed loudly as Mason pulled you back and forth as you straddled him, pressing his cock even inside his sweatshirt against your clit and making you even hornier. 

“Please take off your pants” you begged, biting your lips and closing your eyes as Mason brought his mouth to your nipple and sucked, then you pressed it against his face, pulling his head wanting more. 

“You gotta let me go for this, baby” he spoke softly and you stood up quickly, taking off your own panties while Mason took off his sweatpants and underwear. Mason sat up quickly and pulled you onto his lap, and this time you moaned loudly as you once again grinded against his cock. “So needy, huh?”

“I don't need anything else, please I need this now” you said and grabbed Mason's hard cock, taking it towards your wet entrance, but he stopped you and laughed. “Mason!”

“Hey, calm down, it's going to hurt if it's like this” he said worriedly and you shook your head.

“It won’t, I’m so wet” you said and tried to hold his dick once more, but Mason lifted your hips before you could. “Please.”

Mason kissed you and he held his own cock, masturbating a few times and lubricating the entire length with the precum that came out. He brought two fingers to your wet entrance and ran his fingers through the lubrication, spreading it around too, afraid it would hurt. You bucked against his fingers, because you were so desperate it was funny. 

Mason finally lowered your hips and pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, and you pressed your hips down and soon Mason was completely inside you. You moaned loudly as he filled you, but you stayed a few seconds without moving to get used to his entire length inside you. 

“You good?” he asked and you nodded, starting to move your hips up and down slowly. “Don't worry, we have time.”

“Stop, I just want you to fuck me” you moaned and bit your lips as you sped up your movements. Mason held your waist and helped you grind against his cock, up and down, back and forth, fast, slow. “Yeah…”

You threw your head back and bit your lips, but at no point did you let go of Mason's hair, always caressing his soft hair. Sometimes you kissed him or his neck, making Mason close his eyes when you ran your tongue over his neck. 

“So good, babe” he groaned and you nodded. 

Mason held you down and stopped you from moving, making you whine and you tried to ride him again, but Mason pulled you up and took his cock out of you.

“What the fuck?” you complained to him, but Mason made you get up and he got up too.

“Lay with your back to me, love” he asked and you obeyed, then Mason quickly climbed on top of you and penetrated you from behind, you moaned loudly with Mason penetrating you hard, and he put his hand on your shoulder so he could keep the movements. “Hm, yeah, you're so tight, love.”

Mason left kisses all over your back, taking care of you even when he was the one having a bad day. He sped up his movements and you knew he was close to an orgasm, Mason was sighing and moaning against your skin and holding you tightly. 

“I’m gonna cum, babe” he whispered, leaving kisses against your neck and ear. It didn't take long for Mason to cum, and you also reached orgasm when you felt his cock throb inside you, you moaned loudly before letting your head fall back against the couch and sighed feeling your inner walls press against Mason's cock, which continued to cum inside you.

“Oh, Mase” you whispered, and Mason lowered his head to leave kisses on your shoulder. You smiled tiredly as he let his body fall on top of you, a little sweaty and panting. 

“We're going to dirty the couch” he said before taking his dick out of you, and Mason stood up and you felt him cum on your back and you also felt the liquid run down your pussy. “I came a lot, oh Lord.” 

You smiled and couldn't even move, Mason sighed and lay down next to you, pulling you on top of him and fitting you against his chest. 

“My legs are shaking” you whispered and Mason smiled, kissing your cheek.

“And all this ‘cause I have the most beautiful legs in England” he whispered, caressing your back and you felt sleepy on top of him. “You good?”

“I've never felt so good” you whispered, and it's true. “And yeah you have those toned legs that turn me on.” 

“You can sit on them whenever you want, babe.”

[thetxtdevil]

hiiii!

pls can i request an enemies to lovers beomgyu fic where they go on a trip as a part of a club trip from university. they’re both like the co-leaders of the club but they argue about everything and don’t get along. when they get to the hotel they realise they have to share rooms and their room only has one bed (surprise surprise). stuff then happens and then beomgyu is fucking you mercilessly in front of the large antique mirror in your room making sure that you’re watching him as he’s doing so, making you squirt all over the mirror.

going through my biggest beomgyu brain rot rn 😭

That seems like a big brain rot,,, I hope I fulfill your fantasies

p.s. a little degrading

--nsfw--

"Alright guys head count! Just so we don't lose anybody" You mumble the last part as you gather your club at the exit of the airport. It has happened once before, yes, you guys were adults but its still not fun to be left behind.

"If anyone is going to lose count its you." says Beomgyu the other leader of the college's World Music Club. The man who gets on your last nerves.

Beomgyu is a handsome, smart, energetic, and musically inclined, everybody loves him but for some reason he just irks you. He can play the guitar really well and when you pick up the instrument you barely play a note before he starts correcting you. You will discuss your favorite music to be interrupted by Beomgyu disagreeing with that choice. even though you caught him once singing/dancing to one of your favorites, he threaten you not to tell anyone. You do the same, getting under his skin, call him ugly even though he gives you butterflies, call him stupid just to steal his idea. Its a never ending cycle.

You were just a bunch of college student trying to get away from school but you had to come up with an idea to make a vacation club oriented. So for spring break the World Music Club decided to go to the beach and scavenge for any music playing or instruments laying around. All of the club was in a van-bus, sitting next to Beomgyu he rolls his eyes when you bounce in your seat looking at the palm tress pass by and a small band on the side of the street playing free style jazz. After long ride to the edge of the island the van drops the club off.

"Why did you have the van take us here?" Beomgyu pouts as the drop off place was no where near the hotel.

"Well this is the square where there is surely a lot of musical opportunities and we need to eat." You wave your hand as if it was all an obvious plan.

All of the club, including you and Beomgyu, finally agreed to eat at the pizza place. There you all stuffed your faces and there you realized it was going to be a long vacation. You side eye Beomgyu as he eats loudly, smacking his lips, you watch as his stupid kissable plush lips turn red by the sauce and then watch him use his thumb to wipe it off to smudge it on you. Then noticing he's been sitting and walking right by your side all this time. Is he trying to irritate you?

Luckily the hustle and bustle of the tropical town distracted you. Live singers, homeless guitarists, and open to everyone steel drums. Perfect for the club and perfect to keep your mind off Beomgyu's lingering stares.

The sun was setting, street lights turned on, as the temperature cools down. You complained about being cold shivering your your thin tank top. "I think it feels nice, here wear my jacket."

"I don't want to wear your stupid jacket." you smack at Beomgyu as he takes the jacket off his shoulders. Eventually you cave in wearing his jean jacket on the walk to the hotel. It smells like Beomgyu, gross.

At the lobby's desk you were given one key. You quirk your eyebrow at the employee, "Is there another key?" "nope"

Beomgyu laughs at you seeing your flushed face looking like you just saw a ghost. Soon after he looked like the same when both of you came to your hotel room with one small "queen" sized bed.

"No, no, and no, I'll sleep on the chair or the floor if I have to" the room was nice, cutely decorated, and a beautiful view of the ocean, you contemplated the state of the situation until you see it, "why is there a damn mirror right next to the bed!"

Eventually Gyu persuades you to sleep on the bed with him. Both cleaned up and ready to get the night over with, however this is a week long trip. Laying on your side facing away from Beomgyu but tortured by your reflection from the mirror. You can't sleep, wanting to turn but stopping yourself from facing the man.

"Stop moving"

"You’re hogging up the bed"

Beomgyu's eyes open to turn towards you. Your eyes widen when you watch the reflection of the man put his arm around your waist and face in the crook of your neck. "If you weren't scared of getting closer, you wouldn't have to sleep on the very edge of the bed."

His breath was warm against your skin, you tried so hard not to sink into the feeling. "Get off, your hair is tickling me," but you don't budge, you just stare into the mirror to see his eyes looking at you through the mirror. He smirks as his big hand snakes underneath your shirt making you squirm to the touch. "I know we don't get along but I can't help but notice how you've been looking at me."

An unexpected whine escapes your lips when you feel his hand brush down to your lower belly. You felt hot, trying hard not to obviously rub your thighs together, "I look in disgust."

"Just admit it y/n." Slowly but surly Beomgyu's hand creeps down to your clothed cunt rubbing circles against your clit. You bite down on your lip trying so hard not to give in, but it was no use, you weren't fighting it and Beomgyu can clearly see your pleasured face.

"Get off of me," you finally escape the cell of his arms lifting your torso so you can at least seem bigger than him, "What's your deal?"

Beomgyu groans in annoyance, his eyes burn into yours. Before you know it the man pushes you down on your back caging you in bed with his arms. All you can look at now is him, his luscious unkept locks framing his dumb pretty brown eyes, and his irritating mouth getting closer and closer to your lips. "Say it" he wants you to confess but all you say is, "I hate you." Beomgyu smashes his lips to yours, kissing roughly. Pent up anger fueling every movement of your lips, tongue, even teeth clash with each other.

You gasp for air leading Beomgyu to abuse your neck. His bites were definitely going to leave embarrassing marks the next day but they felt so hot. Your hands grabbing clumps of his hair pulling the strands only to have him moaning at the sharp pain. Each pull of his hair urges Beomgyu to roll his hips into yours feeling a very distinct bulge. "Would you hate me if I fuck you?" you answer was with a small "mhm" as your roll your hip up against his.

You're too deep in pleasure to see Beomgyu's cocky smile as he watches your face contort. Dipping his face into your cleavage of your deep v-neck, hands roaming down to your shorts dragging them down with your panties. His long fingers glide into your slit satisfied with the amount of slick. "Are you sure 'cus your body is saying otherwise."

You open your eyes looking down to be faced with his somehow perfect thick dick. Throwing you head back once he slides his cock in your folds, pushing his tip against your swollen bud. He finally lines his tip to your weeping hole already feeling the stretch. Suddenly you feel a harsh grasp of your jaw pulling your face to the mirror, "look at yourself, look how pathetic."

You watch yourself become fucked out as you feel the painful stretch of Beomgyu's cock. You could feel every curve, every vein of his member sliding in. It felt so good that you vision of your reflected self became blurry from your tears. Beomgyu gave you no time to relax and adjust, he thrusts in and out feverishly making the weak hotel bed squeak. Your moans were fighting the sounds of the bed, the skin slapping, and his groans. "Still hate me now, huh?" Beomgyu looks at the mirror getting even more turned on by the sight of him taking over you. His release soon follows after watching your fucked-dumb face as you come on his cock.

"Fuck we should go on these club vacations more."

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling

[ivys-thick-juicy-thighs]

hiiiiii dropping by with asks <33

🦖🌿 and 5, 28, 32!

Hiiii tank 👋🏻 thanks for the questions!! I go full nerd with this so fair warning. I’m putting this under a cut cause it’s pretty long. Enjoy me nerding the fuck out lol

🦖- Favorite extinct animal?

I’m going to give you a whole species of animal because these things are so fucking cool. Thank you SO MUCH for asking this question you’ve made my autistic nerd brain VERY happy to be able to nerd out like this. Get ready for a whole ass encyclopedia entry of an answer.

Creodonta, a whole order of hyper-carnivores (meaning they would get the majority of their nutrients from meat) were large placental mammals that existed for over 50 million years, the last species dying out about 9 million years ago. My favourite genus in this order was Hyaenodon. The largest and smallest species would look something like this compared to someone of my height (5’11/~1.8 m.)

The fossil record for the biggest members is extremely limited as the soil that they are typically found in is too acidic for them to form properly, and the fossils don’t last long enough to be discovered before being destroyed. I get way too depressed about this if I think about it too long. Yes I’m that much of a nerd.

Here’s a bonus picture of some different members of this group

🌿- Describe your favorite outfit.

I don’t really have a favourite outfit right now, so instead I’ll describe my ideal outfit. I like to walk the line between intimidating as fuck and sexy as hell. And pants. It has to have pants (as opposed to a skirt or a dress). High heels to make me even taller, and the taller the better. Leather jacket, dark vampy (dare I say witchy) makeup, and a scary ass aura. That’s my ideal “outfit”.

5. what made you start your blog?

Well technically before I made this into a fan blog it kind of just a burner account. It was completely blank, and I basically just used tumblr as a resource for some niche information. Spiritual stuff, specifically. But then I saw this post (be sure to read the comments and thank me later) and couldn’t get the phrase “vessels two front teeth” out of my head and had to perform an act of catharsis and do something to get it out. That and I had the idea to do the portraits of the tokens, and together it just meant that I needed to get back to my fan blogging roots like when I was 18/19 and in the 5sos fandom.

28. do you collect anything?

Yes, I collect feathers, crystals/rocks, and tarot/oracle decks.

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

I’m on my phone typing this, and at one point I had 5 apps open to get all the information for these answers. Mainly the first one.

[mccormickgf]

Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it

need to breed : craig tucker

warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh

notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3

“we should have a kid.”

you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.

“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”

“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”

even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.

craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.

“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”

you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”

a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.

“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.

“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”

a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.

normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.

craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.

“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”

your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.

“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.

“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”

pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.

craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.

but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”

[captain-hawks]

Hiiii~

Sorry if this request might be a bit much for a sleepover request, but would you please write a scenario where Kuroo and Bokuto walk in on the reader trying to relive herself after a rough day at work and they both end up helping her out?

Thank youuuu 🖤

(oouuuuu no this was the perfect request nonnie ty<3)

a little help

tetsurou kuroo x f!reader x koutarou bokuto

c: 18+, masturbation, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“No!”

The steady buzzing noise muffled beneath your comforter comes to an abrupt stop as your vibrator dies, sending the steady progress of the building heat of your pleasure right down the drain with it, and you cry out in frustration, shoving the offending object off of the bed.

It’s been a shit day.

Traffic made you late for work, you spilled coffee all over the front of your white blouse, customers were absolutely awful up until the moment that you clocked out, you discovered on the way home that your favorite takeout place is indefinitely closed for remodeling—

—and the icing on the shitty cake is the fact that you tiredly plugged your vibrator into the power strip beside your bed last night to charge it, only to discover that you had accidentally turned off said power strip when you stumbled to the bathroom shortly after.

Sighing, you flop backward onto your pillow, idly toying with your pebbled nipples through the thin, silky fabric of your tank top, your free hand trailing down your stomach and sliding into your panties. Knuckles brushing against the lace material, you drag your middle finger over your clit, kicking off the now too-warm covers.

And if you spread your legs open a little wider, rucking up your top to expose your breasts as you let your traitorous mind wander to a particular thought that you’ve actively been trying to forget for weeks, well, nobody else needs to know.

Heat crawls up the side of your neck as the moans heard through the thin walls of your bedroom from the one adjacent play back in your mind, the sound of your roommate’s bed frame creaking beneath the weight of his body and another.

The breathy, feminine laugh that was followed by Bokuto’s deep, distinct chuckle.

The sound of his bedroom door opening and closing.

Kuroo’s fucking voice.

The wet, slick sound of skin on skin.

The shared moans and whimpers and frantic, labored breathing between three people.

You’ve known Bokuto and Kuroo for years. And sure, you’ve drunkenly kissed them both in the past, once or twice. There’s been an over-the-shirt boob grab or two. Sometimes you cuddle with them while watching movies on the couch. It’s all petty moments of intimacy that have never amounted to much, feelings of attraction that you’ve learned to ignore in favor of your friendships, especially when you live with one of them now.

But this—

This fucking knowledge that you’re now burdened with—

You’ve tried to be an adult about it, laughing it off when Bokuto flushed and apologized for the noise the next morning, scurrying to your room afterward to open up a dating app you don’t even care about for the mere sake of a distraction.

And you would have taken this stupid fucking fantasy that’s been lying in wait in the back of your mind for years like a sleeper agent to the grave, buried under lock and key, if you hadn’t finally had your deepest, darkest desire confirmed—

Bokuto and Kuroo are into threesomes.

Together.

It’s embarrassing how wet you feel yourself get as the memory transforms, the face of the nameless girl replaced with your own, hips arching up off the bed as you imagine how it would feel to be filled by both of them at the same time.  

“Kuroo,” you moan. “Bokuto.”

And because anything that can go wrong most certainly fucking will today, the door to your room suddenly swings open at the exact moment their names leave your lips, an iced coffee from your favorite café in Kuroo’s hands and a bag from your other favorite takeout place clutched in Bokuto’s.

Oh.

Well, you had gone on a miserable tirade about your day in your group chat with them.

But you had thought they were getting dinner with Akaashi tonight.

It’s not often you find yourself speechless, but right now, it’s difficult to come up with the right words to explain why you’re splayed out atop your mattress, fondling your tits and fingering yourself while moaning two of your best friends’ names.

Your vibrator chooses that moment to hum back to life for a few seconds, menacingly buzzing on the ground near Kuroo’s feet before dying another spectacular death on your shaggy orange area rug, the purple silicone sticking out like some missile of shame.

Bokuto blinks once, twice, three times, glancing from you, to the vibrator, to Kuroo, and back to you again. And seeing him speechless makes this a million times worse somehow.

It’s Kuroo who eventually interrupts the deafening silence in the room, clearing his throat. “Need some help?”

He—what?

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” you reply.

Bokuto shrugs, “It’s only weird if we make it weird, right?”

—

It’s too much for your brain to process—how natural it feels to lie between the two of them on your bed, Bokuto’s lips pressing softly against the hinge of your jaw as Kuroo’s nose trails down the side of your neck. Bokuto’s ankle hooked over yours, Kuroo’s fingers trailing soft circles into the ditch of your elbow.

“Are you guys sure—” you begin to ask, one foot still metaphorically standing outside of this moment in disbelief.

“You always take care of us when we have bad days,” Bokuto says.

“Yeah, by like, baking cookies or letting you put on a shitty action movie!”

Kuroo laughs, and the sound is like a livewire down your skin as his hot breath hits your collarbone. “Have you thought about this before?”

You turn your head to look at him, immediately regretting it when you find his head is now level with yours, your noses brushing together. “I plead the fifth.”

He traces the shape of your bottom lip, humming under his breath. “I know what you look like when you’re lying.”

You groan, covering your eyes as you look up at the ceiling. “It’s not too late to pretend this never happened.”

“Don’t think I could forget this if I tried,” Bokuto murmurs, hand trailing down your side, fingertips brushing against the exposed skin between your top and panties, and you shudder. 

Well, fuck it—

“Okay, then should we—”

You attempt to sit up on your elbows, but Kuroo stops you. “We’ll talk about it if we’re going to do anything else. But right now, just let us take care of you.”

It’s suddenly too hot in your small bedroom, too stifling even for the thin little tank top and panties you’re wearing. All you can do is nod once in understanding, tongue briefly running over your bottom lip before you let out a little huff of air.

Kuroo seems distracted by the small action, staring at you for a beat too long before he shakes himself out of his stupor. “Now just relax for us.”

It’s difficult to fully relax when your entire body feels strung up in the cross-section of a livewire, your nerves humming with anticipation. But you do your best, eyes falling shut as Bokuto’s hand comes up to cup one of your breasts through your tank top.

“I hate when you walk out into the kitchen wearing this when I’m about to leave for practice in the morning,” he murmurs, finger stroking your pebbled nipple through the fabric. “These are always so hard.”

He leans in and gently runs his teeth over your nipple, and you fucking whine at the way it feels through the fabric. 

“Bo—” you exhale.

Bokuto begins to mouth at your tit, sucking it through the silky material, the light color quickly darkening with the stain of his saliva. On your other side, Kuroo groans, hooking a finger in the thin strap and tugging it down to expose the swell of your other breast to him while Bokuto continues to messily soak through your top.

“Always knew these would be the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” Kuroo breathes out, leaning in to suck on your hard, sensitive nipple.

It sounds so fucking lewd—both of your best friends eagerly sucking on your tits, groaning and panting as you writhe and whine beneath their touch. You can’t help but spread your legs open, reaching down between them to relieve the dizzying pressure between your thighs.

“Hey now,” Bokuto says, lifting his head. “That’s our job.”

Kuroo stops as well, glancing down at the hand currently slipping beneath your panties. He tilts your chin to face him and holds your gaze as he reaches down, threading your fingers together and pulling your hand away.

Bokuto takes over, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he reaches into your underwear, cupping your slick, hot mound, and he lets out a rough exhale of appreciation.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

Kuroo’s lips ghost over yours, and he breathes out, “Tell me how wet she is.”

There’s a searing hot somersault in your chest, a fresh gush of arousal leaking from your folds at the underlying, rough tremble in Kuroo’s words.

“Fucking soaked,” Bokuto marvels, teeth gently biting down into the skin against your collarbone as he runs one thick digit down your slit, circling your quivering entrance. “Holy shit.”

Kuroo kisses you, the press and slide of his lips over yours both soft and hungry at the same time, tongue quickly slipping past the seam of your mouth to deepen it and swallow down your breathy moans as Bokuto slips a finger inside of you. He pushes down your tank top enough to let both of your tits spill free, hands roaming across them, squeezing and teasing your nipples while he licks his way into your mouth.

Bokuto drags his lips up the side of your neck, stopping to mouth and suck at the sensitive spot just below your earlobe, and you gasp, chest heaving when he bites down just as he slips another finger into your cunt.

“You sound so pretty for us,” he rasps, laving over the spot with his tongue before his mouth traverses its way along the curve of your jaw.

You’re not sure if you’re kissing Kuroo anymore or just moaning into his mouth while Bokuto’s fingers plunge in and out of your pussy, your entire body wracked with tremors of pleasure. Kuroo takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and sucking as you gasp for air.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs.

And then he’s turning your chin toward Bokuto, whose lips slide across the messy, spit-soaked mess Kuroo left behind, kissing you hard as the latter pulls away from you, the mattress creaking with his movement. 

You feel your panties being pulled off as Bokuto’s tongue wraps around yours, his hand leaving your dripping cunt to cup the side of your neck, thumb stroking the underside of your jaw. Kuroo settles between your legs, pushing your thighs further apart, and you can hear him curse under his breath as he marvels at the way your arousal has soaked into the sheets below. 

The moment you feel the press of his tongue against your soaked folds, you’re fucking gone.

Hands grasping the soft, fleshy globes of your ass, Kuroo laps at your wet cunt with a fervor that you’ve never known. He switches between firm, broad strokes of his tongue and sharp, pointed licks, groaning all the while.

One of his fingers slips into your tight entrance as he mouths at your throbbing clit, and there’s a rumble of amusement in Bokuto’s chest as you choke out a sob against the soft, warm pressure of his lips.

Bokuto drunkenly changed Kuroo’s contact name in your phone at a party once to ‘PUSSY EATING KING!’, laughing about it profusely when you woke up the next morning and chucked your phone at both of their hung over, passed out forms on the couch.

—and, well.

Maybe he was on to something.

Kuroo pumps two fingers in and out of your hole as he mouths at your folds, making an even bigger, wetter mess between your legs, arousal and saliva dripping everywhere. You weakly try to press up into him, limbs trembling with your rapidly mounting pleasure, and Bokuto’s hand grips your waist as he murmurs against your lips, “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you exhale, nearly sob. “Fuck yes.”

You can hear a faint chuckle of amusement as Kuroo’s fingers slip out of you, your breath hitching in your throat when he spreads your folds and begins outright tongue-fucking your cunt. 

Then he plunges one thick digit back in, letting it curl as he strokes your inner walls. The blinding, white-hot pleasure of your climax slams into you, the tight coil in your abdomen rapidly unraveling as clear liquid sprays out of your pussy. You moan, broken and loud as you squirt and come all over Kuroo’s face, and he groans in satisfaction, continuing to lick and mouth at your cunt until you’re trembling and whimpering from the overstimulation.

“Holy shit,” Bokuto whispers, staring down at Kuroo’s panting, wet face.

“Holy shit,” Kuroo nods, collapsing sideways onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

The three of you are quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in the room your labored breathing until Bokuto breaks the silence.

“So…do you feel better?”

Sitting up slightly, you glance between the two of them, at the thick, long outline of Kuroo’s hard cock straining against his gray sweatpants and the dark stain of precum, at the tented erection at the front of Bokuto’s shorts.

“I think I could use a little more help...just to be safe."

spicy sleepover masterlist

[luveline]

hiiii, I miss Eddie and Roan so much. Could you write something about them pleaseee? ❤️❤️❤️

eddie and roan try not to fall asleep while (almost stepmom) reader bakes a tray of brownies, 1.5k

Eddie can't sit on the couch, he lays down. He has ever since he can remember, and while he tried to be polite when he first moved in (unlike Roan, who made herself at home delightfully quickly), you're way past that now. 

"You look uncomfortable," you fret, tilting your head to the side as you look down on him in concern. "You want a pillow?" 

"I want you to lay down with me immediately," he says, making grabby hands at your stomach. 

You refuse him with a stunning, angelic, beatific smile, the kind that makes him think fuck I should marry her, before he remembers he's already going to. If there's one thing about Eddie Munson, it's that he wholeheartedly believes that you're the prettiest woman he's ever met. Maybe you started that way, maybe he loves you so much you've metamorphosed into an intoxicating creature of good looks, but whatever it is, he's obsessed with it. 

"Lie down with me," he demands. 

"I'm gonna make little brownies," you say, shaking your head, "but I know someone for the job." 

He's half expecting you to scoop Mr. Porterson out of his tank and hand him to Eddie in a cup, but you head upstairs to Roan's bedroom. He can hear your voice through the floor, and his daughter's answering gasp. She all but runs down the stairs, demarcated by you and Eddie shouting the same thing, "Don't run down the stairs, Ro!" 

She's huffing and puffing by the time she gets to the living room, rounding the couch to stand in front of Eddie. "Hello," she huffs. "You need a hug?" 

Eddie opens his arm and drags her in. He should say something cheesy and loving, like, don't I always? He's not a super serious guy, but it's been on his mind a little more often as the wedding approaches and Roan gets taller how lucky he is to have you both, and how things could be totally different. He never expected to be a dad and he honestly didn't want to be before he saw her little face.

Eddie remembers picking her up when she was still smaller than his arm, two inexperienced hands under her armpits raising her up because he realised he could. 

Her legs scrunched up toward her chest and he thought, oh, my god. And now she clambers on his chest and does her pill bug curl with her knees, reminding him so much of her baby scrunch and the way her head smelled. He drapes a gentle arm behind her and tries to pour every ounce of love he possesses into his touch as he pats her shoulder, a steady thump, thump, thump. 

"You smell nice," Roan accuses. 

"That's weird. Maybe check again." 

She sniffs him. "You smell yummy, like Y/N's shampoo." 

He may have ran out of body wash, and he may have used a dollop of your shampoo. He doesn't think it'll matter in the grand scheme of things and all you're sharing, but he puts his finger to his lips. "Shh," he whispers, "don't tell." 

"You said I'm not supposed to have secrets," Roan says. 

"You're not." Eddie draws a line down her back just to hear her giggle. "Except this one." 

"That's what you said about the last one." 

"This one and that one, then." Not like she managed to keep that one secret, either. What was he thinking, telling his five year old he wanted to propose? She lost her mind aloud. 

Then again, she spilled the beans and you immediately told Eddie he had to move in with you (he can't remember it perfectly now, but he's pretty sure you said, 'I think you better move in', which was just bossy enough to have him falling in love twice over). 

"I don't like secrets," Roan says.

Her voice strengthens as she gets older, and her pronunciation of things grows smoother. Occasionally she speaks and she sounds much older than she is. Currently, she talks with a funny cadence, emphasis on things that don't need it and, and an underlying sense of awe like she can't believe what she's saying. 

"Fine," Eddie says, pulling her closer still, "we won't keep this one secret. But if she shouts at me I'm going to have to sleep in your room tonight." 

"I'll sleep with Y/N." 

"No, because I'll need you to dry my tears." 

Roan nods into his chest, the faux silk of her sleeve shushing against his shirt as she brings a hand up to his hair. "Okie dokie," she says, twisting one of his curls around her fingers. "But don't cry." 

"I'll try not to, sweetheart." 

She smiles and relaxes fully into his arms. 

"Are you tired?" he asks. 

"Don't think so." 

"You've already got your jammies on. You don't want a bath tonight?" He's feeling affectionate for his life, adding, "Mommy has new bubble bath, it smells like chamomile. I'm sure she'd love to share with you." 

"Yeah?" 

"Mm-hmm." His eyes are getting heavy. Maybe he's tired. The thought of a bubble bath almost puts him to sleep. 

"Don't fall asleep," Roan whispers. 

"I'm not, Ro. Just resting my eyes. You don't have to stay and cuddle if you're busy." 

"I like you," she says. 

"I like you too." 

— 

Little brownies are the best thing ever. You make a very wet brownie batter and pour it thin in a big baking sheet. You barely cook them, and then when they're cooled and cut you freeze them, and when they defrost (at a time of your choosing) they're perfect for eating or putting into Roan's school lunchbox. You set the last tupperware of them into the freezer and wipe your cold hands on a dish towel, happy. 

It's a bit strange, but before you met your Munsons, you had no idea how peaceful it could feel to have done something for someone else. You weren't an overly selfish creature but there's this unnameable feeling that comes with doing this kind of 'chore'. Taking care of the people you love… 

Well, it feels good. Not as good as this is about to feel, you guess, turning off the kitchen light and locking the front door as you go. Eddie and Roan lay on the couch with the TV set to a loud volume. You'd assumed they'd both be awake, but it seems they've fallen asleep despite the odds. You're gonna languish in it with them just as soon as you can tetris your way into the pile.

Roan has crawled up the length of her dad's chest to press her cheek to his, and Eddie's wrapped his arms around her tightly, tucking her in with nowhere to turn. 

You can't fit into their cuddle pile without disturbing the peace, but you can't be expected to abstain, surely. 

You sink down onto the floor by Eddie's head, bringing your hand to his sleeping face. Careful, you stroke a twisted baby hair against his forehead, the dark kink of it like a thread through pale skin. 

Roan stirs, or wasn't as asleep as you thought. She yawns wide, lips smacking as she asks, "What are you doing?" 

You grin at her loud whisper. "Just looking. You okay?" 

"He's squeezing me." 

"Too much?" 

"No, I like it. I feel like a sardine." 

"Yeah?" You rest your upper body on the couch, her pyjama top satiny under your hand. "You like it? You're not claustrophobic?" 

She gives you a daunted look.

"It means squished, pretty much," you say.. 

"I like it," she reaffirms. Roan pulls her arm out of Eddie's grasp to touch yours. "Dad says I can have some bubble bath." 

"Of course you can, princess. You know you can have anything of mine." Except the top shelf stuff, but she can't reach that high. "I left you some brownies for ice cream." 

"You did?" 

"Yeah, I did." You meet her eyes, formidable baby browns that you never stood a chance against. Her cheek is warm as you lean in for a quick peck. "You're beautiful. I love you." 

Roan gasps happily. "You're beautiful-er!" 

"Thanks," Eddie mumbles, smirking as he starts to wake from his nap. 

"Time d'you call this, Eds?" you ask fondly. 

He turns his face one way and the other, agonised. "Oh, but I was so cozy! My girl is so soft and she's pretty much my blanket, and she was being so nice to me!" He sighs, a picture of distress, his voice croaky with the edge of sleep. "Can you ever forgive me?" 

"Sure!" Roan says, laughing. 

"Just this once." 

He squints at you. "This is pretty much your fault anyways." 

"You'll forgive me. Please?" He leans up for a kiss. "S'what I thought," you say into his lips.

You nudge him back and squeeze onto the couch. He has to go on his side for you to for and Roan ends up half on top of you, a knee jabbed into your stomach. Still, it's fine for now. Your quiet desire to be cuddled with them is abated, a strong arm behind your back and a much smaller hand sneaking inside your shirt sleeve to warm the attached, similarly small fingers. 

[pintrestgrl]

hiiii !! i hope everyone likes the new theme ! this is my first time writing something ab the hp universe, sooo hope everyone likes it!!

pls pls send reqs! for hp, for obx. also note that i loveeee constructive criticism or feedback in either my inbox or the notes !!

enjoy !!

note: this is kinda lengthy… anyways

theodore nott x slytherin!reader

you hated theodore nott.

well, as of now you did. you used to think he was the hottest guy in the castle.

that’s exactly why you got enough liquid courage in your system a few nights ago, to hook up with him at the last slytherin party.

and god, it was the best hookup of your life.

the way he had your knees up to your head, the way he was relentlessly going in and out of you, how he rubbed your clit endlessly,

it was dream-like.

you did dream of it, in fact.

but, theodore clearly thought nothing of the ordeal. he had ignored your existence for the entirety of two weeks after that night.

you had enough already. you couldn’t get him out of your head.

so, you decided to go up to him at breakfast one day. sitting yourself right beside him on the bench, looking directly at his dead eyes.

“hey?”

he spoke, not paying much attention to your presence.

“theodore, what’s your problem. did i do something? cause you can’t just ignore me for weeks after we had sex.”

he froze at your statement, pausing his bites.

he sighed, before speaking.

“no. you didn’t do anything.”

“then what is it, theo? why is it awkward like this?”

he looked guilty, almost. like he knew he fucked up.

“i just— didn’t really expect you to want to talk after.”

you scoffed. was he really that braindead of a fuckboy to not give you the simple respect of talking to you?

“of course i wanted to talk after. we were just supposed to fuck once and never talk again?”

“no, but it was just weird. i dunno, okay?”

you had enough of this. he and the situation were both being so stupid.

“whatever, theo. we don’t have to talk then.”

you spoke, storming off from him. finding elsewhere to sit.

you went by all your classes irritated, rolling your eyes at anyone who looked at you for too long.

you got to your dorm after the day was over with, changing and then slumping down on your bed.

a half hour passed by, when you heard a knock on your door. dragging yourself out of the movie you were watching, you got up and opened the door.

the last person you expected to see there, was none other then theodore nott.

you rolled your eyes, about to speak before getting interrupted by his voice.

“listen, i know i fucked up. okay? i get that. but can i talk to you for a moment?”

you scoffed, but you couldn’t ignore the feeling you got in your panties at the thought of being alone with him again.

you nodded, speaking.

“yeah. i guess. come in.”

he made his way inside the dorm, shutting the door behind him.

you sat down with him, your back against the headboard and him sitting on the edge of the bed infront of you.

he spoke,

“i’m sorry. for not talking to you. i should’ve.”

you sighed, not missing how he eyed your chest rising in the tank top you had on.

you spoke,

“okay, theodore. i know.”

he was searching your eyes for any ounce of forgiveness, before speaking.

“you forgive me?”

“yeah. i guess i do.”

he smirked, keeping your eye contact. making you smile a bit.

he spoke,

“let me make it up to you?”

you nodded, letting him have his way with you.

it wasn’t long before he managed to slip your pajama shorts off your body.

pushing your tank top up, freeing your pretty tits.

he had his head between your thighs,

licking, and slurping at your puffy bundle of nerves. teasing your entrance with his tongue. he even let you cum with his mouth on you, too.

he crawled back over you, smirking at your breathless state. he slipped his school shirt off, pulling down his pants a bit with the action.

he bullied himself into your hole, groaning as he entered you.

he had your ankles by his shoulders, holding onto your waist as he pushed himself in and out.

he had his hand splayed over your lower tummy, the pad of his thumb circling your clit.

it wasn’t long before he found the softest part inside you, causing spills of moans to come out of your lips.

he kept hitting that spot, making you cum around his thick cock.

he groaned at the warmth you kept inbetween your legs, his thrusts getting sloppier.

he pushed himself to the hilt inside you, reaching deeper then he ever had.

he came, his white liquid seeping out of your pussy.

he collapsed on top of you, both your chests heaving against eachother.

he breathed into the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses against your shoulder and collarbone.

he pulled himself out of you, laying down next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

he mumbled in your ear, his breathing still labored.

“thank you. for letting me make it up to you.”

you nodded, body laying on top of his.

you and him soon fell asleep together, limbs tangled and skin to skin.

this was all you wanted.

a good fuck, and some communication.

but you both knew,

he might only be able to give you half of your dreams.

[gallaghersgal]

HIIII MAGGIE ❤️💋 I am honored to be invited to the sleepover of the summer!!!

Could we get the “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” prompt with our mans lip?

I hope you are having a fabulous day 🥰🥰🥰

hi capri !! welcome to the sleepover lovely <33 i changed the exact wording of the prompt cause i didnt like the flow but the concept is the same. NSFW 18+. soft dom lip, exhibitionism, p in v. everyone say thank u olive for proof reading.

the smooth glass of the window pane is cold to the touch as your chest presses into it. clothed in nothing more than a thin tank top you feel your nipples stiffen at the cool sensation. the rest of your clothes lay scattered about the room as lip kneels behind you to eat you out like a man starved. you bite back a hiss as a harsh smack lands on your ass, the sting soothed with a few quick kisses before he's burying his face in your pussy again.

just when you're about to reach the peak of your pleasure lip pulls away, leaving you whining for him. "shh, shh," he coos to you gently, pressing kisses against your bare shoulders. "gonna fuck this pretty pussy right up against the glass, then everyone down there can see how good you take it."

"f-fuck-" you stammer when he shoves his cock inside you without so much as a warning. "feels so good, jesus," you groan out, resting your forehead against the glass. your body rocks with the motion, breathless whimpers leaving your lips in place of the words you can't seem to form.

"squeezin' me so tight," lip groans in your ear, his fingers digging into the meat of your hip. "y'gonna come f'me? be a good girl an' come f'me, baby," he urges, hand snaking around to rub your clit, and the coil inside you snaps.

the sound that follows is pathetic, a broken cry of his name over and over, until you're a whining, writhing mess. "'s too much," you manage "please please please-"

one large hand comes to cradle your jaw and twists you back for a greedy kiss. the action leaves you breathless, dumbstruck, and you feel an aura of submission roll over you as he murmurs, "you can be good just a little longer baby. jus' sit tight, 'm close."

let's have a sleepover at mine <3 | submissions closed