#i cannot tell you guys the GASP i let out at work and the way i FROZE AT MY DESK

[mercurialskiies]

bury our bones in the midnight soil NYCC ARC is BRIGHT RED AND I NEED THIS ARC TO STILL BE THERE BY THE TIME FRIDAY ROLLS AROUND

I HAVE NEVER WANTED AN ARC SO BADLY IN MY LIFE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED IT SO BAD

LOOK AT IT

IT DOESNT EVEN HAVE A COVER AND IM FLIPPING OUT

[delulustateofmind]

JJK x Reader: I wanna get you pregnant!

Not in the way that you think! 

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, and special guest….Yuki! 

TW: Pure fluff/Crack, Use of Pet names, reader in majority of my fics is a non sorcerer (to make it more reader like, y’know?), Sexual implications: Spanking, sex, use of toys (mentioned if you squint) Yuki is feeling spicy. 

A/n: My husband absolutely despises me when I ask if I can get him pregnant. Why have such a nice ass? If I cannot breed? Such a cruel world :( 

Satoru- Ah hoho, sexy time? 

You sent him one little text:

"Hey baby! ❤️ Let’s get you pregnant! :))) I’m ovulating!”

Satoru, ever the over-eager husband, misread it completely. In fact, he practically sprinted from grading papers all the way home, like the little lovesick husband he was. By the time he stepped through the front door, he was already loosening his belt, eyes bright with a singular focus.

“My sweet little pookie, where are you? I am totally ready to breed your cute ass!” he called out in a sing-song voice, finally tracking you down in the bedroom, where you were lounging, giggling over some fanfiction SMAU—whatever that was.

"Baby," he repeated, bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement, almost feral, "I am here to knock you up."

You looked up, momentarily bewildered, tilting your head as you processed the whirlwind of a man before you. First thought: how on earth did he get home so fast? Second thought: why was he acting like this?

"Satoru…" you started, eyebrows raised. “Get me pregnant? No, no, you’re bending over, and I’m getting you pregnant.” You stated it so bluntly that Satoru actually froze, his face scrunching up in confused disbelief.

"So… that wasn't a typo?" He blinked, leaning in closer. "Listen, I ain't afraid of any, uh, experimental stuff," he said with a playful grin, "but baby, you gotta give me a heads-up if we're diving into that territory. Prep work, you know?"

You weren't entirely sure if he was joking or not. Satoru was a certified freak. He’d recreate any scene you wanted with full commitment, no questions asked. Anything was on the table with him. 

"Uh…" You stared at him, cheeks burning.

His grin only grew wider, eyes dancing with mischief. “C’mon, what happened to all that confidence? What’s this about getting me pregnant?”

You squinted at him, trying to stifle a laugh as you watched the way he was practically vibrating with excitement. He had really taken that text to heart. And seemed totally fine with whoever was getting ‘bred’ concerningly. 

"Alright, alright," you sighed dramatically, pretending to roll up imaginary sleeves. "Guess I’ll have to show you how it’s done, Satoru."

"Oh, so you’re serious?” he said, his grin widening to something almost boyish, teasing. “You know, I might be the strongest sorcerer, but something tells me I’d make a damn good mom too.” He struck his tongue out with a slight giggle.

You snorted, struggling to keep a straight face. "Yeah? Then get comfortable” You were doing your best to suppress your giggles. 

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, doing his best sultry voice, “I was born ready.” He leaned back on the bed, kicking his shoes off dramatically, completely playing along, his expression smug and ready to entertain your every whim.

Just as you climbed up beside him, he gave you a look of faux seriousness. “But first… are we gonna need a safety word here? Because you can’t just spring this on a guy without, like, a tutorial or something.”

You smacked his shoulder, laughing. "The only tutorial you need is to sit back and let me work my magic, alright?"

Satoru gasped, all mock shock. “So demanding! This was supposed to be my job tonight, you know. I came home ready to do the breeding.” He dramatically placed a hand over his chest, as if you’d wounded him. "I feel so used, so... objectified."

“Cry me a river, baby” you retorted, poking him in the ribs. “Or, should I say, ‘Mommy.’”

He gasped again, even louder, eyes wide as if he'd just uncovered a new secret of the universe. "Wait, if I’m 'Mommy'... does that make you ‘Daddy’? Because that I could get behind.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you deadpanned, trying not to laugh, “you’ll be getting behind a whole lot tonight.”

“So, are you actually going to fuck my ass or what?” Satoru practically purred as he pulled you into a loving kiss. It was going to be a long night. 

Suguru - Cute? But no.

You sent him a text. Your loving, devoted husband. The sweet, sly fox of a man you somehow managed to marry.

“Heyyyyy baby! ❤️ Can I uh… get you pregnant? MWAH!”

Suguru stared at the message for a moment, the whistle still in his mouth as he watched the first years run laps around the track. He blinked once, then twice, mentally questioning all the life choices that led him to marrying such a delightfully weird woman. With a small shake of his head, he shrugged and replied:

“No ❤️ But I can get you pregnant, princess :)”

You couldn’t help but giggle when his response popped up on your screen, kicking your feet under the desk at your cute little office job. You quickly covered your mouth to stifle the sound, trying not to disturb your coworkers. The older lady in the cubicle across from you shot you a curious glance, then simply shook her head. You’d earned a bit of a reputation as the office weirdo, but she didn’t seem too surprised. Typical you.

Later that night, after putting the twins to bed, you found yourself side-by-side with Suguru in the bathroom, both of you brushing your teeth in companionable silence. As he leaned over the sink to spit out his toothpaste, something in you—perhaps sheer impulsiveness—took over. Without a second thought, you reached out and smacked him on the ass.

For a moment, you both froze. 

You, because you were genuinely shocked at yourself. How could you possibly have the audacity to smack such a beautiful man, one who hid a surprisingly plump ass under his usual baggy sweatpants?

And Suguru… well, he slowly turned his head to look at you, an eyebrow raised, his violet eyes glinting with something dangerous and mischievous. You immediately recognized the look, and that’s when it hit you—you were in trouble. 

“Don’t,” he said, his voice so calm and smooth it made your skin prickle with nervous excitement. He took a step forward, towering over you just a little. “You’ll wake up the twins, sugar.”

Oh no. Sugar. He only called you that when he was not amused.

You gave him a sheepish smile and started to step back slowly, hands raised as if surrendering would get you out of this.

Suguru tilted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gave you that calm, terrifyingly serene smile. “What’s wrong, sugar?” he drawled, taking a deliberate step toward you, his eyes glinting with that unmistakable spark of playfulness. The kind of look of a predator looking at its next mean…sorry…toy.

You took another step back, hands pressed over your mouth to stifle your laughter, but the giggles kept bubbling up. “Nothing, nothing at all! Just, uh… brushing my teeth, same as you!”

“Oh, is that so?” He took another slow step forward, eyes never leaving you. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just smacked my ass. Which, let me remind you, is dangerous territory for a sweet little wife like you.”

You backed up until your heels hit the shower door, and your escape routes were down to… precisely zero.

Suguru was enjoying this far too much, the way he loomed over you, his tone smooth and dangerously soft. “Now, sugar,” he murmured, leaning down until his face was level with yours, “you wouldn’t have been trying to start something, would you?”

You couldn’t help yourself—you burst into laughter, slapping a hand over your mouth as you tried to quiet down. “Sorry! It was just—your sweatpants—and—”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, so it was the sweatpants, huh? That’s what got you all brave?”

“Listen, I…I didn’t think!” you practically whispered, “I didn’t mean to!” Giving him the best pout you could muster, in hopes to charm your way out of this. 

Suguru raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Oh, now you want to act innocent? You’ve been a little menace all day, haven’t you?” He leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours, his violet eyes glinting with that familiar, irresistible mischief. “First, with that message, and now, this”  

“Maybe…we can call a truce?” You ventured, trying to inch around him, but he moved with grace to block you instantly cornering you against the counter with a raised eyebrow. 

“Not a chance, sugar.” His voice dropped to a low murmur, making your skin prickle with his honeyed voice. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake the twins, after all.” He smiled, that same calm smile, and you realized you were dead. 

You bit your lip, but you knew you were done for. Suguru was already tilting his head, his mouth right by your ear as he whispered, “You know I don’t like to be teased, princess. And you know exactly what happens when you do.”

With a last, nervous laugh, you bolted, ducking under his arm to make a break for it. Nearly hitting the corner of the counter in the process. You barely made it past the bathroom door when you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist, effortlessly pulling you back to him. Before throwing you over his shoulder with a tap of his palm against your ass. 

“So we wanted to run?” He whispered, his tone dripping with amusement. “Cute” 

“Wait, wait, Sugu–” you tried to talk in between giggles as he was already leading you to the bedroom. Practically throwing you on the bed, before crawling on top of you. 

“You started this, Sugar,” he murmured, his voice warm and playful as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, peppering a few light kisses. “And now you’re gonna deal with the consequences” A playful danger in his gaze. 

Yeah, you didn’t walk straight the next day and got good use out of that new gag he bought you. 

Nanami - Hahaha…Not Happening

You sent that sweet little text, along with a tantalizing selfie in the new black lace lingerie you’d picked up during your lunch break.

Nanami had been away on a mission for a few days, and you knew he’d be eager to see you again. So, naturally, you expected him to check his phone and be pleasantly surprised by the little gift you left in his messages—a photo of you looking irresistible, paired with a playful message:

"Hey Pumpkin 🎃! I was just thinking… how about I get you pregnant? Wouldn’t that be so cute? :)”

However, as luck would have it, he was sitting right next to Ino on the ride back, his stoic demeanor not faltering as he opened his phone expecting, perhaps, a picture of something you baked or a casual selfie. Definitely not a suggestive photo of you in lace and a not-so-subtle proposal.

He glanced at the screen, quickly closing his messages without so much as a reaction. Left on read.

You pouted, checking your phone again, hoping for a reply. Maybe he was busy? But as the minutes ticked by, you started to feel the anticipation—and the slightest hint of nervousness—building.

Later that night, you heard the front door open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with his usual calm, composed expression… but his gaze was focused, a little too serious.

"My wonderful wife likes to break rules, doesn’t she?” he said, his voice soft but carrying a distinct edge, as he took off his tie and closed the door behind him. You managed a nervous, wobbly smile.

“W-what do you mean?” you stammered, though you both knew exactly what he meant.

He raised an eyebrow. “What did I say about sending pictures like that to me at work?”

You swallowed, cheeks flushing, knowing full well you’d been caught red-handed. Oh, you were so screwed.

He walked over to the couch, his composure unwavering, and sat down, calmly patting his lap. “Come here,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically firm. “Over my lap. And you’re going to count to twenty.”

You hesitated, your heart pounding, but you moved toward him, knowing full well there was no getting out of this. As you settled over his lap, he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke in that calm, measured tone that sent a thrill through you.

“Afterward,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “I’m going to make good on that little proposal of yours until you can’t see straight.”

Yuki - Mommy? Sorry…Mommy? 

You and Yuki weren’t exactly ready for kids—far from it, actually. Every time you thought about it, you couldn’t help but remember the countless times Yuki had nearly killed Todo during their training. Still, that didn’t stop you from teasing her that she would be the one to carry the kids if you ever did decide to go down that road.

So, with a mischievous grin, you typed out a playful message:

"Mommy… sorry… Mommy? Can I please… get you pregnant 💗?

Her response came back immediately, so fast it made you giggle with excitement, kicking your little feet and a slight squeal.

"Mmm? So I have a little brat today? Good to know 💗 ✨. "

You stared at her response, heart pounding as you took in her words. A brat, huh? That wasn’t a title you earned often, but whenever Yuki bestowed it upon you, it usually meant she was in one of her rare, particularly teasing moods. You bit your lip, debating your options. Maybe disappearing for the weekend wouldn’t be the worst idea… 

You quickly considered your options. Fleeing the country was a bit extreme, but maybe a weekend in Osaka with your parents would be enough to dodge whatever Yuki had in store.

"Don’t even think about running, sweetheart. I’ll find you. I always do ;)"

You practically squeaked, knowing full well that no matter where you went, Yuki was more than capable of tracking you down. She wasn’t just a little sadistic—she was slightly crazy. You always did attract their crazies. 

Taking a deep breath, you decided to play it cool. 

“Who’s running? I’m just, uh, mentally preparing for all that, um… pregnancy talk, baby.”

You cringed a little as you hit send, knowing that your attempt to sound calm probably came off more like a nervous ramble. Her response came back almost instantly, each word dripping with that teasing edge you both dreaded and loved.

"Oh, baby, you’ll need a lot more than mental preparation. But don’t worry—I’ll take my time with you. You’ll have plenty of chances to beg.”

You felt a flutter in your tummy full of excitement that was mixed with nervousness as you read her message, knowing you were absolutely not getting out of this one. The idea of her calling you a “brat” was a warning—Yuki had every intention of putting you in your place, and you knew better than to test her when she was like this.

The thought crossed your mind to apologize, maybe even backtrack, but another part of you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the challenge. You typed a quick reply:

“Well, Yuki, I guess you’ll just have to show me how much of a brat I really am, huh?”

The three little dots popped up immediately, and you barely had time to brace yourself before her reply came through:

“Oh, you can count on it, baby. Pack a bag—you’re spending the weekend with me. And don’t even think about complaining. Brats don’t get choices.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, you were so fucked. Literally.

Sidenote: Thank you for reading! I am planning on doing fluffy Mondays, a better way to start the week imo. Requests are appreciated! Open to angst requests too! I might make angsty days Fridays or Thursdays?

[archangeldyke-all]

Size queen Sevika has a chokehold on my mind right now so I was wondering what it would be like using the ejaculating strap on her AAA

Maybe some breeding kink thrown in there too jsksjsjsjsksk

heheheheheheheh i'm gonna make this ceo sev because i miss her!!

men and minors dni

before you were married, sevika made an effort to keep your love lives and your work lives separate-- not wanting it to seem like you had any kind of unfair advantage because of your relationship status to the ceo. your little desk was tucked in the corner of sevika's office back then, where you could eavesdrop on her meetings and make appointments and calls with her without interrupting or interfering with her work.

but now that you've tied the knot, sevika's given up on trying to pretend like you aren't her favorite employee. she's rearranged her office completely, so there's enough room for two matching desks, pushed right up against one another. it leaves no room for sevika to have visitors in her office, you guys play footsie all day, and when she looks up from her work the first thing she sees is you. she loves it.

you love it too.

but it has its drawbacks, because it means you can't hide anything from your wife. like the package you're opening right now with your name on it-- a package you'd completely forgotten about ordering-- a package containing what was supposed to be sevika's birthday present this year.

when you realize what it is-- it's too late. sevika's already seen the way you gasped and heard the little giggle you let out before quickly closing the box again.

"whatcha got, baby?" she asks, her foot reaching out to hook around your ankle.

you clear your throat and shove the package into a drawer, shaking your head. "nothing." you say. dammit. that sounds suspicious as hell.

sevika tilts her head, her gaze sharpening a bit, a smile growing on her lips. "nothing?" she asks. you huff.

"fine. it's something but i can't tell you what it is for a number of reasons."

"reasons being?"

"reasons being you have a birthday coming up and i want to surprise you and you have a meeting in half an hour that you cannot be late to."

and goddamn your wife for being so fucking smart. and so fucking pretty.

sevika's brow furrows for a moment, her eyes darting to the side as her mind races with the possibilities of what could be in the package, and you swear you can actually hear a bell go off inside her head when she perks up in her seat and looks back at you with a sparkle in her eye and a smile.

"baby..." she starts. you huff.

"sevika if you ruin your birthday present i'm not getting you ano--"

"did you get me a dildo for my birthday?" she asks fondly. you groan and kick your wife's shin, and she cackles. "you're incredible!" she laughs.

"it was supposed to be a surprise sevika, you're such an asshole." you pout.

"well lemme see!" she demands, making grabby hands across her desk.

you giggle and give up on trying to surprise your wife. it's never worked before. you pass the package across your desks, and sevika tears into it like a kid on christmas morning.

you check behind your shoulder to make sure none of your coworkers are looking through the glass walls as sevika gasps with shock. "you got me a fuckin' breeding strap?"

when you turn back around in your seat, sevika's holding the dildo box to her chest like it's a teddy bear, and there are stars in her eyes. you cackle.

"would you put that away before somebody sees you?!" you ask. sevika giggles and puts the box back inside the cardboard packaging it came in. "and to answer your question... no. i didn't." you say.

sevika blinks up at you, caught off guard. "y-you didn't?" she asks. you smirk and stand, reaching across your desk to tug your wife across hers by her tie until your lips are only a few inches apart.

"i got me a breeding strap. all you're getting is the synthetic cum i'm gonna fill you with tonight." sevika gulps and you smirk, leaning forward to kiss her parted lips. "now, i gotta go set up the conference room for your meeting, so be a good girl for me and put that away for me and look over your notes." you demand as you turn around to leave your office.

the last thing you hear before the glass door closes behind you is your wife's sweet groan.

sevika glares at you the entire meeting. she's also rock hard the entire meeting.

of course, you're the only one who notices this last part--with your hand casually palming her cock under the solid wood table the entire time; so the looks she's giving you must be incredibly confusing for your coworkers. seamus even asks you after the meeting if everything's been alright at home. you have to hold back a cackle as you assure him that things have literally never been better.

and it's true. every day you fall deeper and deeper in love with your wife. you know the same is true for her, it's proven in how fucking fast she drives home.

in the very beginning of your relationship, sevika never bottomed. but as she grew more secure in your connection, she allowed herself to be more vulnerable with you... and now, three years married, your wife's a loud and proud size queen.

she's jittery with excitement on the elevator ride up to your apartment. when you get home, she kicks her shoes off, tears off her tie, and smacks your ass as she sprints to the bathroom. "you put your dick on, i'll go get ready!!" she giggles.

you snort, your heart swelling with fondness as you wander to the bedroom and begin getting ready.

the dildo's a little tricky to figure out, and you have to research if your synthetic cum is microwave safe, and how long to microwave it to make it warm enough to feel like real cum-- but by the time you're all ready, sevika's running out of the bathroom butt-naked and grinning.

she launches herself onto the bed, spreading out like a starfish on her belly as you giggle. "come on!" she says, shaking her ass a bit at you. you snort.

"you're fuckin' ridiculous." you giggle as you crawl on top of your wife. "hips up." you whisper, shoving a pillow under her hips to give her a better angle and something to grind against. she starts grinding immediately. you smack her ass and she yelps. "don't get too worked up baby. you're not allowed to cum until you milk my load outta me."

sevika shivers and claws the blankets beneath her. "f-fuck." she stutters. you giggle and reach your hand forward, shoving two fingers in her mouth.

"get 'em wet for me, love." you demand. sevika's lips and tongue wrap around your fingers immedietly, soft moans and squelches starting to fill the room as sevika bobs her head on your hand like it's a cock. it's hot as fuck, and you can't help yourself from reaching down and sucking a hickey into her shoulder as she gets you ready for her. "god, you're perfect."

sevika shivers again, a little whine escaping her and tickling your fingers with the vibrations. with your free hand, you start groping her ass, teasing her hole without penetrating, getting her worked up and arching into your touch.

when she's just panting around your fingers-- sucking completely forgotten-- you decide that she's ready for you.

she takes your spit soaked fingers with ease, muffling her whimper into her folded arms. you let her get away with hiding her sounds for now-- in a few minutes you'll have her screaming, anyways.

when two fingers become three you know she's ready.

"you hear how wet your hole is for me? haven't even put my cock in you yet-- you're such a slut, baby."

"i'd be more of a slut if i had your dick in me." she mumbles.

you cackle and smack her ass again. sevika huffs a little laugh at her own joke, and you pick that moment to slide your cock in her.

she sputters, squeaks, and then groans so loud you're pretty sure the walls shake. "good?" you ask.

sevika's too busy gasping and trying to smack her hips back on yours to answer, so she shoots you a thumbs up over her shoulder. you laugh again, sink your nails into her hips, and start fucking her like she deserves.

for a while, it's just grunts and gasps and moans and kissing sounds. you re-adjust a few times, trying to find a good position and rhythm, until you're basically mounting her, buried balls deep in her and pounding her into the mattress.

you can always tell when you're fucking sevika right because her whole left leg starts to spasm, from thigh to toes. it's cute as hell-- she has no control over it-- and it makes you want to fucking ruin her. you growl when her calf starts quivering, reaching forward and grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head out of her arms.

"fuck!" sevika cries. "f-fuck you fuck me so good, what the fuck?" she babbles.

she looks delicious beneath you, her strong back writhing as she squirms on the bed.

"i'm gonna knock you up." you grunt, smacking her ass. sevika whines. "you're so fuckin' good sevika, gonna fill you with my cum 'n fuck you til it takes-- give you my fuckin' kids."

"fuck, stop talkin' like that or you'll make me cum!" she whines. you snort. she's trying so hard to be good and wait for you to cum like you told her to, but she's so easy when you start talking about breeding her.

"thought you were gonna be good?" you ask, clawing at sevika's ass.

"i'm trying but you're-- fuck! there!-- fucking me too good!" she cries.

you giggle. "well, then, you better hurry up 'n make me cum before you do, baby."

sevika flails around for a few seconds, reaching out to try and reach your body from where you've mounted her, but she's basically pinned beneath you. she groans in frustration, lets out a tiny moan, and then takes a big breath.

"p-please cum in me." she whines. it's your turn to shiver. her voice is just so pathetic and sweet, and you can feel the tension in her body from the way she's trying to keep herself from cumming-- like a rubber band ready to snap. "please, please cum in me-- you're so fuckin' big, you're so deep, i know it'll work-- you'll knock me up this time, i know it-- i want your cum-- i want your kids-- baby ple--" sevika cuts herself off with a gasp as you start to cum, grinding against her ass as you squeeze the little pump you'd hooked in your harness.

"f-fuck, take it baby--" you pull out just for a moment, just to see the way your cum leaks out of her ass, just to spurt a few drops on her lower back-- and that's all it takes for sevika to fall apart.

you laugh as she cries and cums into the blankets, sinking yourself back inside her hole and giving her the rest of the cum loaded in your dick.

"it's warm." she whimpers.

you heave a breath and then burst into giggles. "microwaved it for you."

this makes sevika giggle too. "that was way more cum than any healthy human should be producing." she cackles. you giggle.

sevika's thighs are drenched in the sticky substance, and you're sure when you pull out the mess will only get worse. still though. "that was hot as fuck." you mumble.

sevika grins. "best birthday gift ever." she agrees. you snort and smack her ass one more time-- just for good measure.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @k3n-dyll @sevsdollette

@ellieslob @xayn-xd @keikuahh @maneskinwh0re @raphaellearp

@iamastar @sevikitty @claude999 @nhaaauyen

[saltnsugarbear]

bad blood!Carmy nsfw headcanons (18+)

summary: just some nsfw thoughts on Carmy from my series!

title from: series playlist!

word count: 2.4k, pure filth <3

content warnings: smut MDNI!! claire mention (I'm sorry), afab reader genitalia, unprotected penetrative sex (birth control does not save you! wear a rubber), maybe breeding kink if you squint really hard, vaginal oral, vaginal fingering,

read part one or part two!

-i just want to preface with, you have fucked

-unlike Carmen

-it takes a very long time for you guys to get to this point in your relationship, given everything thats happened in the past

-to not spoil what I have planned, but the first time you guys sleep together is maybe during the construction? most likely during season 3 timeline (June-ish)

- if it's during season 3, then it's definitely after you've told him off again and you're both worked up.

-it's after service and you're both in the alleyway, yelling at each other over a cigarette.

-at one point you're up in his face, poking his chest and your cigarette is dangerously close to burning a hole in his chef whites. your chest is heaving as you finish telling him off and thats when it happens.

-Carmy is,,,, very not elegant when kissing you lmao

-he's very awkward! he's only ever kissed Claire! so he very easily lets you take control of the kiss

-however he does end up corraling you against the wall, hands on your hips and in your hair and everywhere

-you've both discarded your cigarettes and you're grabbing handfuls of his chef whites. he is impossibly close to you and you need him closer

-youre both desperate and know you're limited on time right now

-this, by the way, has carmy x host/waiter written all over it because you and Richie are a team! the dynamic duo! the baddest host/waiter team!

-anyways back to it, you're both desperate, horny, and frustrated

-youre both fumbling with the others pants. Carmy has yanked yours down to your knees and is now helping you undo his belt and buttons

-i, personally, am not one for backshots but thats simply whats most convenient right now!

-so after you've got his pants unbuttoned you turn yourself around, preparing for the feeling of brick against your hands and cheek

-carmy, ever the gentleman, shucks off his chef whites and gives to you as a barrier between your face and the wall

-he adjusts your hips so they're farther from the wall, ass sticking out a little more (just for his enjoyment)

-you can hear him spit into his hand and the sound of his hand slicking up his cock. the sound is filthy and it has you rocking your hips back a little which makes Carmy huff a laugh

-"that fuckin' needy, huh?" carmys lips are against your ear, he's slipping the head of his cock between your folds and briefly nudges up against your clit

-you open your mouth to respond but as soon as you do, carmy is sinking the head of his cock into and you very quickly forget whatever smart-ass comment you were going to make and is replaced with a breathy gasp

-he gives you the briefest moment to against before he's sinking further into you until his hips are flush against your ass

-carmen gives you another brief moment to adjust to the size of him before he places his hand over yours on the wall and starts a furious pace

-"such a fuckin' smart mouth.." carmy grunts out, his whole demeanor the opposite of how he usually is

-its kind of hot

-he keeps up the dirty talk with things like "where'd that mouth go, huh?" "don't have anything to say?" "fucking you so good you can't think?" and like you really cannot think, the only noises coming out of your mouth are strangled moans and labored panting

-it goes against everything in your being and dynamic to not bite back at him but he's just fucking you so good all you can think about is his hand on your hip and hand and how deep he is inside you

-"all y'needed was to have my cock in ya and you shut up?" "what would they think, their smart mouth host just need a good fuck." "should have known y'needed to be full to behave yourself"

-your orgasm is a shock to you with all of his comments but Carmy is not done! no sir! he proceeds to fuck another one out of you before he's pulling out and finishing in his hand (which he wipes off on the rag from his back pocket) (which has now been disposed of in the dumpster)

-carmy is ragged against you, catching his breath with his chest heaving against your back

-you can't think past the body warmth he radiates around you and the brush of his thumb on your hand and hip

-once you've both caught your breath, carmy pulls pulls your underwear up before he flips you for your back is resting against the wall

-carmy doesn't let you think to hard in the moment and fixes your appearance for you. he pulls your pants back up, tucking your blouse into the waistband and fixing your hair

-carefully, carmy takes his shirt from behind your head and slips it back on before he fixes his own pants

-he gives you a brief parting kiss, its soft and sweet compared to the way he was just railing into you

-carmy enters through the back before you, giving you more time to collect yourself before you have to face the staff and customers again

-okay second scenario, let's go

-if it happens during construction on the restaurant, it's after hours when Carmy is sorting through things or planning the menu by himself.

-maybe he's asked you to come take a look at the dish he's working on, tell him if you think the ingredients are right or if it looks good plated.

-your faces are really close to each other, you're peering over his work and he's watching you take everything in.

-when you look up at him, you're somehow even closer. you can feel his breath on your lips and can bump his nose with yours if you move even a little

-you're not really sure who moves first but suddenly you're kissing. its short before carmy pulls away, wide eyed and looking like he's about to apologize

-you swallow any possibility of that happening by kissing him again and he lets you, any thoughts of the menu quickly forgotten in favor of simply kissing you

-Carmy brushes all of the paperwork to the side and sits you on the desk, bringing your feet to rest on the chair behind him

-this version is much more desperate and hot and communicating everything neither of you will say out loud

-its really soft and sensual and this kiss is polar opposite to the first scenario

-carmy really takes his time with you cause there's no one to interrupt you tonight

-his hands are everywhere, sliding over your chest and down your ribs, pulling your hips impossibly closer

-he slides a hand down your pants, albeit shy, and is a little bit shocked at how wet your underwear already is, and this earns you a shocked groan against your mouth

-you take that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss and Carmy lets you take the lead

-Carmy clumsily moves his fingers past your waistband and the feeling of his fingers against you makes your hips jerk

-ever the quick learner, Carmy begins rubbing at your sex and it has you moaning into his mouth

-his fingers dip ever the slightest down to brush against your slit and has you whining in response (which Carmy thoroughly enjoys but I digress!)

-Carmy spends a lot of time toying with your clit and using your own arousal that the steadily building knot in your stomach just snaps

-he pulls back and watches in amazement as you clench around nothing and try to trail after his mouth to stifle your moans

-to help you, carmy dips one of his fingers inside of you and it has you gasping into his mouth

-carmy helps you ride out your orgasm with one finger and eventually ups it to two, which makes you bring a hand to his hair to tug him closer to you

-the sounds you're making would be slightly more embarrassing if you weren't so desperate and didn't think Carmy was incredibly turned on

-using the release around his fingers and thats slowly seeping out of you, he brings his thumb to your clit to work at it softer this time

-if you thought you sounded needy before, its nothing compared to when carmy starts fucking three fingers into you

-he brushes up against a spot that has your eyes roll back into your head, tugging hard at Carmys roots and causing him to groan into your mouth

-your second orgasm rocks through your body like a semi, the air is punched out of your lungs and you feel like your legs are jello

-the whine thats let past your lips when carmy removes his fingers is embarrassing but your body mourns the loss all the same

-anyways he's so sweet, he helps you work of your pants, lifting your hips to get them down throwing your shoes and jeans to the side somewhere

-once he has your pants off you still can't think

-your brain is foggy with your first two orgasms, it feels like you're floating as Carmy unbuttons his pants and briefs, pushing them down to his knees

-all you can do is gasp when he nudges your clit with the head of his cock and then guides himself to your entrance

-slowly Carmy sinks into your heat and he groans at the feeling of your tight walls around him

-as he pushes deeper into you, he captures your lips in a kiss thats sloppy and interrupted by both of your moans

-once he's fully inside of you, somehow you feel more full then you thought possible with his pelvis flush to yours

-when you lean back on your hand to help roll your hips into his thrusts, Carmy places his own over yours and uses it as a means for momentum

-its a slow and even rhythm Carmy has set. you can feel all of him as he pulls out to the head and thrusts back in

-with two orgasms, you can already feel a third on its way

-Carmy is whispering simple sweet things against your lips

-"come on, baby, need you to wait just a little longer. I know you can hold on a little longer." "feel so good around me, jus' perfect." "fuck.. feels like heaven, holy shit"

-soon youre crashing into your third orgasm and you all you can do is gasp out what sounds something like his name

-"fuckin' christ, sweetheart. can't- don't think I'm gonna last much longer-"

-clumsily, Carmy lifts up the hem of your shirt as he pulls out and paints your stomach in his cum

-all either of you can do is look down at area he's covered, both of your mouths agape as you attempt to catch your breath

-carmy quickly tucks himself away before he's opening the file cabinet and takes out the box of tissues Mikey had left in there ages ago

-he kisses your face softly as he starts cleaning you up, trailing them over your cheeks and jaw and nose as he slowly starts helping put you back together

-an overall soft and sweet afterglow (you'll worry about what it mean later, when you can feel your legs again)

-riding him but you guys are sharing a cigarette on his couch, do I need to say more?

-the answer is yes I do

-it's very lazy sex. after service, you're both bone tired but Carmy needs to be close to you right now.

-it's more like cockwarming then actually riding him.

-his chef whites are unbuttoned and his t-shirt is rumpled underneath. his jeans are pulled down to his knees, your own discarded on the floor next to the couch

-carmy hasn't even fully removed your shirt, he's too busy peppering kisses along your sternum and leaving little teeth marks around your nipples

-at a certain point it becomes too much (too little really) and carmy flips you over, laying you on the couch cushion and thrusts into you with a little more firmness

-reverse claire stealing a smoke, carmy grabs your wrist and brings the filter to his lips, making very intense eye contact with you as he takes a drag and hits that one spot that makes you gasp and your eyes roll

-this is also probably the first night you let him cum inside you what can I say, double whammy

-when he's close, he chokes out your name but you're shaking your head, bringing one of your legs up to keep his hips flush with the backs of your thighs

-carmy is sick (not actually) because holy shit you're going to let him fill up you say less

-he definitely picks up his pace, at this point chasing his own release and your own

-hes kind of feral at the idea of filling you up what can I say

-digging through the basement storage with him

-quickie in the basement is what I'm hinting at

-hes got you sat upon the work table, one of your legs hoisted so your knee is against his shoulder

-this is desperate and rushed, you only have so much time before someone comes down to check on you guys

-probably after construction has started and you guys are trying to sort through this stuff before The Bear opens

-idk you guys are like rabbits after your first time together its kind of crazy

-ive been struck with the idea of make up sex which would be really soft and kind of hot

-he's trying to figure out, still, how he can make up for what he's done and you've excepted that he won't be able to. and you've told him this, he ruined your career, there's little you can do to fix that.

-however Carmy still feels like he needs to repent for what he did

-so he does such in the only way he knows how

-eating you out, a classic

-he spends hours between your thighs, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, always dancing on the edge of overstimulation

-at a certain point carmy let's out a particularly powerful groan, you only learn what that means when he comes up to kiss you with a wet patch in his jeans

-however, ever the dedicated to your pleasure, carmy is ready to go and make it up for you with his cock

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Hesh dating headcannons (NSFW & SFW)

Hesh is one of the best guys you could possibly ask for as a boyfriend let be real.

He’s respectful, he’s smart, and he even knows how to crack a joke or two that has you gasping for air laughing.

He knows how to get crafty and build things. You need a new bookshelf because the one you have doesn’t hold all of your books? Don’t worry, he’s already on it. You have a picture you need framed? He’s building you a custom one with a cute message written on the back of it from him.

He loves to go on dates like the movies, walks in the park, going out for dinner at a new restaurant, camping, and even things like mini golf are fun for him. He just likes to get out and do things.

He especially loves it if he can bring Riley on those dates.

Which is another thing, you should be a dog person if you’re going to make a relationship with him work. Riley is his #1 wingman and he brings him with him EVERYWHERE.

That’s actually how the two of you met.

You were eating lunch in a park, sitting on your little blanket when you heard some rustling behind you. You turned around and saw a huge German Sheppard sniffing around in your picnic basket.

At first, you were a little intimidated because you didn’t know who’s dog it was, but then you saw a man running towards you and calling out for the dog. You’d be lying if you said the man wasn’t incredibly handsome.

He apologized as he leashed the dog again, explaining to you how the dog had gotten off his leash while he went to the restroom and how he must have smelled the peanut butter in your sandwiches. The next thing you knew, you were both exchanging laughs and phone numbers.

Hesh is such a supportive boyfriend. He’s the first to tell you how proud he is of you, and he encourages you to keep chasing after your goals.

Hes also amazing at providing comfort to you. After what he’s been through, he knows how tough life can be. But he’ll never judge you for anything you’re upset about. Whether that be a sad animal video you found online, or something more serious like losing a job or failing an important college class. He’s there to give you a hug and tell you that it’s okay, that there are always other options and ways to fix it.

Do NOT let this man into a kitchen for anything that requires more than 5 ingredients. It will either end in the house almost burning down or a mess all over the entire kitchen. Boy cannot cook to save his life.

Somehow Riley got a long stripe of frosting down his tail in the process of him trying to make cupcakes for your anniversary.

Speaking of anniversaries, he doesn’t forget any of the important dates you guys have. He remembers your birthday, your anniversary, your plans for Valentine’s Day, and he even remembers your family members birthdays.

He’s definitely the type of guy to treat your father with respect and charm your mother.

“I see where ____ gets their good looks from!” When your mother laughs, he raises an eyebrow. “I actually meant him.” And he points at your father. Your mother laughed even harder and your father shook his head at you. You just rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing how much of a goof your man was.

Now onto the dirty stuff…

Hesh is a passionate lover, he takes his time with you in the bedroom and would never make you feel bad if there was something that you didn’t want to do.

The second he sees discomfort in your face he immediately stops and checks in on you. When you confirm you’re okay he kisses you on the forehead and slowly starts up again.

When he’s really in the groove of things he’ll have his hands by your sides as he’s pumping in and out of you at a steady pace, letting out grunts and huffs as his eyes take in your gorgeous body under him.

He loves to play with your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index, and sucking on the other. He sometimes bites down a little as well, cheeky bastard.

He’s a little too shy to ask you for it, but he’d love it if you sat on his face. Especially if you’re on the thicker side. Suffocate this man, please.

Speaking of, his favorite positions would be missionary, against the wall, or even lotus. He just loves to see your face, he loves to see your expression as he’s pleasuring you. He does like to tease you a little, so he imitates the faces you make just to see you get flustered. This always makes him chuckle a little.

He’s not one to be super serious in the bedroom. He’ll tease you a little just to see you blush and laugh. He sees this as a way to break down walls, make things easier to work around.

He’s not against shower sex, and you often have to fight him off of you before you get ready for work because he’s always wanting to shower with you (he almost always makes you late when he does).

He’s a pretty decent size, he’s about 6 inches long with a slight upward curve. He’s girthy as hell too. His balls are truly impressive though. They’re very full and tight, and they’re the keys to getting him off fast.

He’s hairy, but he tends to manscape pretty often. Lots on his chest, arms, and legs. He has a nice happy trail and he knows you love it, so he loves to stretch in front of you.

He’s also very strong, and he loves to flex in front of you and hold you up whenever he can.

Okie that’s all I have for today, requests are still open so lmk if you want me to write :) 💌

Edit: I didn’t add my frickin tag list 😭😭

My b ya’ll and lmk if you wanna be added to it 🙏🙏

@blacktacmopsi @forsworned @tokillamockingbird427 @milkteaarttime

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I read your submissive Scud post and it literally had my foaming at the mouth. I was wondering if you would expand on that? (Especially the pegging part💀)

Thank you!! You’re awesome!!! I love your work!!

THE PEGGING THE PEGGING THE PEGGINGGGRAAAAHHHH 😝🎀🔥🦅🦅

We’re both foaming at the mouth okay I get the urge to fuck the shit out of him every hour of the day its not a want its a need I desire that I NEED THAT

Anyone who says Scud wouldn’t be into pegging needs to immediately get their eyes checked. That is a cock lover in the flesh. Like i’m telling you guys he loves to just get bent over any surface and be completely stuffed.

This brings me to my secret headcanon abt him, I firmly believe that he’s been double stuffed before. Maybe he bumped into some hot guys on a mission who he totally didn’t lure into the back of his van for them to literally ruin him, and he totally wasn’t getting his little throat and ass destroyed on all fours. Wrong guy. Not him. Never ever.

Now let’s not get it twisted Scud still loves women. Thing is, his cock has always had a lot more nerve endings than the average male, so he cums fairly quickly, but don’t worry because all of Norman’s characters come pre-equipped with pussy eating powers. And Scud is pussy eating machine. He wants it for breakfast lunch and dinner. He has to be forcibly removed and pried away before he thinks about stopping. The jaw cramps just means that hes doing the damn thing.

Back to the original topic.. When you first brought the idea up to Scud, he had absolutely no fucking clue what pegging was, until you dumbed it down for him, to which he almost immediately agreed. Getting his back blown out by a literal goddess? Umm, somebody better sign him up twice.

Now again, Scuds cock is a tender one, and good boys dont need to be cumming after a few thrusts, so you cutely and quietly stop that from happening. How?

“What’re ya tying?” Scud mumbled against your lips as he you looping something around his balls and the base of his cock, jerking slightly when you pulled the ribbon tightly, tying it into a small bow. “Just something special for you” You kiss him, and he needily kissed back, dick twitching from your gentle contact.

Scud gets very, very turned on by kisses. Especially ones that are deep and sloppy with lots of tongue and spit. He gets so drunk off them and it’s the easiest way to get him to submit, because lord he’d do anything you say just as long as you keep kissing him.

Okay the actual pegging part, Scud is not the foreplay type. He physically cannot take it and needs pleasure as soon as he can get it. He’ll whine and squirm as you finger him open, babbling out begs for you to hurry.

He likes to be fucked as if he were a literal ragdoll. Please pound into him as hard as you can, he needs it. He needs to be a moaning mess on the desk. Also Scud is so. fucking. loud. His whimpers and whines bounce off the walls for everyone to hear, and while yes kissing does work, yanking back on his choker works a lot better.

Scud has a choking kink to the max. A very dangerous one at that. He likes to be almost strangled, racing between his orgasm to see if he would cum or pass out first. His choked off gasps and sobs only get him fucked harder.

Oh and the ribbon. The amazing ribbon. When Scud’s orgasm starts to build, he can feel it in his gut, tingling in his toes and shooting through his spine, so close, getting closer and closer yet never quite falling off the edge. It starts to hurt, his dick starts to painfully twitch at the lack of release, whining loudly as you continued rocking into him, a smile pulling your lips. “Hey Scud. Wanna see how cool my cock is?”

He mumbles something out, lips glossy with spit as a small puddle started to form on the table. You fished a remote out from your pants pocket, clicking once, twice, glancing up to Scud’s twisting face. You swiftly pulled your hips back, leaving only the buzzing tip of the dildo before completely burying it all back into your boyfriend, pressing right into what you knew was his sweet spot from the lewd and loud whimpers that Scud couldn’t stop from coming out, each thrust sending his eyes so far into the back of his head.

Scuds cock ached, orgasm building so rapidly once again as you fucked him stupid, turning his brain into nothing but the sex clouded mess that it was made to be. When you amplify the vibrations speed, and it makes each snap of your hips pump pure ecstasy into his body, and he just needed so much more.

“Please, mmngh, please let me cum mommy, please fuck me so hard and let me cum,” He babbled, whimpers and moans tearing from his chest when he felt you increase your pace, skin slapping skin. “Is this what you want, hm baby? To be fucked like the dirt slut you are?” You cooed, leaning down over him. Scud brainlessly nodded against the table, choking on his words as he spoke. “Yes! Want mommy to pound me so deep- so, very fucking deep!” He gasped, shaking like a leaf when he felt the you pulling the ribbon loose, almost sobbing when his orgasm crashed over him finally, cumming harder than ever. You fucked him through it until he was twitching and whining, actually you fucked him until he came again, high moans spilling past his lips with every buzzing thrust to his sweet spot, so overstimulated and sensitive yet you just kept going.

Scud could barely keep his eyes open, groaning which each slap of your hips. You fucked him like he was your own sextoy, pulling orgasm after orgasm from him until he would just collapse, so used and destroyed. His toes curled at a particularly hard thrust, choking in surprise when you suddenly yanking his head back by his choker, holding him down onto your vibrating cock pressed blissfully into that bundle nerves inside him. Scud choked his moans and cries out, desperately rocking his hips as his third orgasm raced off the edge. Oh God, he was so fucking close, vision starting to turn black and his ears ringing as he practically fucked himself on your strap, orgasm slamming into him–

“Scud? Y/n?” Blade’s voice rang out from the hallway, and you quickly pulled out and away from Scud, who gripped the table as his orgasm continued washing over his whole body, bitting down on his lips as he muffled a pained yet so pleasured sob, hips thrusting into the air as ropes of white shot out from his swollen and totally untouched cock, “Fuckin’ hell Scud” You grumbled, shutting off the dildo and having to just stuff it in your underwear, pulling your pants up quickly and searching for anything to wipe up the mess you’ve created.

Blade approached the workshop, steps echoing throughout. You groaned when you couldn’t find anything, and settled for wheeling a chair ontop of it, shoving Scud in it so his still halfway exposed bottom was covered, leaning against the table as if everything was totally normal.

The man swung the workshop door open and lingered at the top of the stairs, staring down at you and Scud with a questioning face. “What are you two doing?” You shrugged, responding with a casual “Nothing.”

Blade’s eyes landed on Scud, who was still very visibly fucked out, eyes droopy and lust riddled, hair pushed back and messy, not to mention the bruises forming on his neck from his choker being pulled. “Mhm. Whenever you get done doing ‘nothing’, come find me” He spoke flatly, before turning and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. You sighed in relief, glancing down at Scud and his ruined state.

You leaned down, tilting his head up to kiss him on his glossed lips, smiling playfully. “I am not done with you, Scudster”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I got a little carried way I just need. I need. I need him guys.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

[iadoreoldermen]

Day 1: Shower sex

Pairing: fem!reader x Lando Norris (first person pov)

Word count: around 1.5K

TW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), oral (m receiving), smut smut smut, fluffy Lando at the end, slight angst if you squint.

A/N: literally something I would love to experience, hope you enjoy it! MDNI

Third place again. It felt like the whole world was trying to rip my heart into tiny pieces. Looking up at Lando I could see the smile on his face, but I knew it wasn't a real one. He took off in such a great place and now this.

I made my way back to the garage as fast as I could to ask where he was. Passing Oscar I could see defeat in his eyes so I hugged him tight, feeling him relax a bit. After the hugging I patted his back in sympathy and made a beeline towards Lando's driver's room.

Knocking on the door I spoke. "Lan, are you in there?" Before I could say anything else, the door was pulled open by him, facing me with glazed eyes. I gently pushed him in so we could fully be in his room. I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch and he sat down immediately.

"Baby you did amazing, why do I see tears in your eyes?" I asked concerned.

"I could've, no, I should've done better, I don't get how I cannot get a win at all." He sniffled and as I was still standing I pulled him close so his head was resting against my tummy.

Patting his hair gently I whispered "Your time will come Lan, you did your best, we both know that."

"Yes but still, I just-I don't-ugh I just don't know what else to do, I mean, I know the strategy isn't the best but still." He trailed off, I knew it was time to head back to our hotel.

"How 'bout we go back to our room, shower, eat, rest and you can tell me all about it?" I suggest and I feel his head tilting up, looking at me.

He whispers "That sounds good" and stands up to hug me properly.

The ride back to our hotel went by fast, Lando driving with his hand resting on my knee and I felt him relax a bit. Making our way up some stairs we finally made it and after fumbling with the key for long enough we were inside.

"Alrighty, set some comfy clothes out for us while I start the shower please darling." I said as I moved around in the bedroom to find our towels.

"Okay hun" he said with that gorgeous accent of his.

The shower was ready and I ushered him in the bathroom in only my underwear. "Tell me if you're done okay?"

"Would you please shower with me?" He looked at me with the biggest eyes known to mankind.

"Of course, give me just one second." I said whilst stripping. "Alright, let's get you cleaned."

Washing each other off I could feel him staring at me but I payed no mind, he was tired after all. I got behind him and massaged through his thick muscles and heard him groan in painful pleasure. After I've done that I got back to work on ridding him from the champagne leftover from his abs and he leaned his head on my shoulder. I felt him gasp in my neck so I asked him "What is it baby?"

"Need you." He nearly whimpered.

"How do you need me?"

"I need your mouth..please." He murmured and looked down at me as I got on my knees in front of him. Stroking his thighs I could finally taste his sweet cock, licking him softly and he tangled his hand in my hair, not to control me, just to have something to ground himself. Grabbing his cock I take his tip in my mouth and the whiny moan he let's out tells me I'm doing a good job. I take a big breath through my nose and take him down my throat. The response I get is one of the most beautiful moans I've ever heard. So beautiful, I have to sneak the hand that's not holding the base of his cock to rub my aching pussy to get some relief.

"Oh baby you must be drippin' -fuck- you're so good to me" He coos and damn yeah, my arousal leaks down my thighs. "I'm not gonna last long, I'm -fuck- so-sorry ngh" Oh my god, he's trying to kill me, I feel my end approach too, I could cum just by the sounds he makes. In a matter of seconds I can feel his thrusts halt and eventually stop as his cum leaks down my throat while I try my hardest to swallow all of it. Looking up at him we make eye contact and I moan around his lenght, but just as I feel a euphoric wave wash through me, he grabs my arms and swaps places with me, getting on his knees in front of me. Just as I'm about to ask him why he stopped me, he lifts one of my legs to hook over his shoulder and licks a broad stripe along my wet, awaiting cunt, making my knees buckle.

"Fuck- oh my god Lan!" I moan in pleasure and I can still feel him panting against me but that's the last thing on my mind. It's embarassing how close I got from only this much stimulation. "I'm close, Lan- yes!" With the way he thrusted two fingers inside me while licking at my clit I cum on his face so hard, I see stars. I tug at hsi curls a little harsher than I intented and when I feel like it's too much. He groans but kisses his way up my body until he reaches my mouth and kisses me like I'm his last source of oxygen. When he finally pulls away I giggle and he lifts his head to look at me and started laughing as well.

"Hello you" I said with a huge grin on my face as he scrunched his nose up.

"Hi babe" He said while nuzzling my neck. "May I still fuck you please?" How could I possibly say no when he asked so nicely.

"Go ahead, you don't even need to ask baby boy." I said while running my hands up his back delicately. I reach his hair and I have to grab his shoulders quickly because he raises my leg and thrusts up into me deeply. I feel my knees buckle and thank god he's holding me close or else I would've fallen. My eyes roll back to the back of my head as he strokes my warm walls in the most perfect way.

"Shit..You like that huh?" I can barely hear him say because he's continously hitting my g-spot. "Talk to me baby, d'ya like it?" He whines in my ear and I clench around him, Iknow he feels it because his grip on my thigh tightens.

"I-yes, yes I like it-fuck" I manage to answer as he speeds up his thrusts and I feel myself getting close again as I rock my hips against his and he groans, no growls out my name and that alone brings me close to the edge and I feel him getting closer too. I feel his hand cupping one of my breasts and in the blink of an eye he's sucking my nipple into his mouth, I suppose to gain some composure, like he always does when he doesn't want me to see him in this state, so I slowly lift his face. He looks up at me with his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, an almost invisible string of spit connecting my nipple and his mouth. I drag his face further up to kiss me and I moan into his mouth as I get pushed over the edge. The kiss is nothing short of messy. Tounge and teeth.

I slowly come back from my mind numbing orgasm and he's moaning into my mouth as he sucks my tounge and with a last couple of thrusts his hips stutter and he spills into me. We pull back from the kiss and he drops my forehead against mine as he slowly calms down but still pants against my face.

We stay like that for a couple minitues until he pulls out of me with a hiss, making sure I'm okay before washing me down. I return the favor and wash his face and and chest and arms. I notice after a while that he's just looking at me. I look at him and see him have the biggest smile on his face and he giggles a little.

"What's got you smiling like that hm?" I ask.

"I adore you, you're all I ever needed, I can't think of anything else but how beautiful you are. I don't even care about the race anymore just..you" he nearly chokes on his words, still grinning like an idiot.

An idiot in love.

I grab his face and look him deeply in his eyes. I'm smiling now too, tears running down my face.

"Oh Lan...I love you so much." I pull him close and kiss him briefly before pulling him into the tightest hug ever, because that's what he deserves.

Love..

A/N: Hope you liked it! I'm still a little new to writing so feedback and critisism is welcomed! ❤

[eveningepiphany]

far from sober | H.S, part II

my masterlist

part I

summary: the morning after harry taking a very drunk y/n back to his room— you hardly remember anything and harry has to remind you.

warnings: hangover, painkillers, fluff, kissing, sexual tension, swearing… licking?

a/n: I just hit 1k followers… I’m in denial. but I can’t wait for you guys to see what I have in store <3 stay tuned, because something is in the works.

———

Your head was pounding.

That was the first thing you noticed, it was a painful dull ache. The second thing was the light glaring over the thin of your eyelids.

A groan tore its way out of your throat without prompt, and you rolled over, head turning on the pillow.

And that’s when your brain clicked it. The pillow. Not your pillow.

The cogs started turning and your self awareness hit you like a freight train, your eyes flew open out of fear— where the fuck were you?

You were met with the celling of the hotel. And calmness came over you for a moment.

But, a hangover like this leaves no peace. Memories sort of flashback into your mind, in tiny grains, little bits and feelings coming back to you.

The feeling of a warm hand over your calf, or the dress you’re pretty sure was pooled at your feet?

Of course, the memories leave too much room for imagination.

You felt the presence beside you just as you heard the rumble of their voice, “Morning, lovie. Y’okay?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound, of course it was Harry, laying without a shirt next to you.

“Oh my god—“ you gasped, mentally tripping over the amount of things that were flying into your mind.

He’s laying next to you, shirtless. And you don’t remember any big chunks of last night, just little snippets.

And there’s, at the moment, a large gap between what you can only assume is being down at the bar and then ending up in his bed in his hotel room.

You push up on your elbows, wincing at the pounding of your head.

Harry’s hair is tousled, either from sleep, sex, or both and you’re scrambling to put the last two out as an option entirely.

You push the covers from your body, seeing his shirt and your entirely bare lower half aside from your underwear.

Denial is running through you a million miles an hour, and you stumble out of his bed.

“Woahwoahwoah, slow down Y/N!” He sits up as well, covers pooling at his waist.

“What am I doing in your bed? And in your room?”

You don’t give him time to answer as you continue, “Tell me… please please tell me I didn’t— that we did not have… not do anything… last night?”

He is silent a moment, “you don’t remember? Thought I’d be a bit more memorable?”

“No… no fucking WAY— ARE YOU SERIOUS— I CANT BELIEVE I-“

“Y/N!” He’s chuckling, like this is some kind of joke.

“Oh… oh Jesus, shut up!” You could cry. The first time you’ve had sex with him, probably kissed him and you don’t even remember the lead up, let alone actually doing it.

“Breathe, love— we did not have sex. Contrary to what you’re thinking, i have self control and you were clearly not in the mind frame to consent to literally anything last night.” He says, looking amused.

Your shoulders sag with relief, yet you scoff out, “I cannot believe you would joke about that!”

“Well if you’d had it your way last night, that would not be the case.”

Your hands flew over your eyes, another little crumb of your memory coming back.

You saying something along the lines of taking more than just your shoes off. God. You’re going to hell.

“I- what? Please for the love of god tell me I wasn’t like…” you trailed off, still looking for the right words.

This is foreign territory, and especially with Harry. You don’t talk about sex around him— let alone talk about sex with him.

“…forcing myself onto you?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any bett—“

“Nope! Do not keep talking.” You walked away, straight into the bathroom to the sink, running some cool water to splash over your face.

You turn the tap off, grabbing a face towel and holding it over your face to dry it— groaning into it.

He practically appears in the doorway after you take the cloth away from your eyes. He’s leaning against it. Still shirtless.

“Really, it wasn’t that bad!” He laughs, stepping into the bathroom.

You raise your brows at him.

“You really don’t remember anything?” He asks again.

“No!” You sigh.

“Well,” he begins, now leaning his lower back against the bathroom counter, “too start off, you were absolutely plastered down in the bar. So we’re most of the other girls.”

That’s right, you’d gone to the bar with all of them. That was still relatively clear.

“Then, all of us came back, and collected all of y’chaos causers. You left your wallet with y’key card in Molly’s bag, so I bought you back here.”

“Ok…” you nodded.

“You tried to word me up in the elevator if I say so myself, and then we got back— I took your shoes off—“

You kissed him. You’re now like 85% sure you did.

Because the memory slapped you in the face now that he’s relaying the timeline.

All you remember is pressing your lips down onto his. Which you’re pretty sure is real, and not a dream.

“Did I uhm…” your eyes appear hazy as you recall the memory again, “kiss you.”

It was whispered out of your lips, “or was that like— did I imagine that? Or dream it? Because I-“

“That er, yea that actually happened.” He blinked, and you flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry.” You sighed, cheeks burning as you recall chasing his lips last night, forcing him into a kiss.

“It’s fine, baby. Was nice. Then we took y’dress off, and I put you in my shirt,” he gestures to it, “which y’look good in may I add— and then we went to bed.”

“You’re leaving bits out, I’m assuming. Embarrassing bits.” You ask, even though you don’t really want to know.

“Well, I guess you could say that? You were just drunk, nothin’ t’be ashamed of. But you probably don’t want to know all the ins and outs.”

“I kissed you.” You repeat.

“Y’wanted more than that.” He says seriously.

“Did you kiss me back?” Your throat bobs after you ask, and you’re almost convinced you’re still tipsy considering how ballsy it was to ask that question.

You’re quiet a moment.

“Took a lot not to. That’s fuckin’ for sure.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Y’we’re drunk. Couldn’t 100% guarantee you wouldn’t end up regrettin’ it.”

You nod. Slowly. Processing what this means.

He has to have some kind of romantic feelings for you if he’s saying this shit. Your heart twists.

You rub at your temples, which are hurting and he noticed.

“Let’s get you some water.” He states, turning to go out the door, and you can’t help but follow him out.

He pours you out a glass, not handing it to you, just bringing it to your lips and guiding it into your mouth.

He watches you swallow.

“Thank you…”

He smiles a little at your profuse blushing, placing the cup on the bench.

But your redness only deepens as you continue.

“Thank you. For taking care of me. And uh, not taking advantage of me… that too.”

“Darling. Do not thank me for basic human decency.” He scolds gently.

“And you know your brother would have my head. Probably would just knowing I bought you back here.”

“He’d hate it.” You mumble, “if something were to happen… between us.”

You’re almost trying to convince the both of you it’s not a good idea, yet you’re unaware just how far gone you both actually are.

“Mm, he probably would. At first anyway.” Harry smiles, “makes it a little fun though, you can’t lie.”

“Make what fun?” Now you’re seeing how far you can push this.

“What between us?” He mocks your own insinuation.

“Do you have any pain killers?” You avoid the question.

“I do. I’ll get you some.” He walks over to his suitcase, rummaging through the front pockets, pulling out a small packet.

He ignores your bypass of the question, just popping two out of the foil.

His hand pauses, something ticks in his mind.

“Tongue out.”

“What?” You think you may have misheard.

“Put your tongue out.” He’s dead serious. And he’s not asking you, he’s telling you.

You do as he asks, sticking it out, allowing him to place the two little pills on it.

He picks the glass up again, just bringing it to your lips and letting you swallow it back.

“Good.” He mutters.

“Thanks.” You say, cautiously, suddenly hyper aware you’re just in your underwear.

You wipe the back of your hand over your mouth.

“So…” you begin carefully, “you’ve thought about it before.”

He brings his eyes up to you, “not exactly certain what it is you’re referring too, but I’m going to say the answer would be a yes.”

“Hm. Ok.” You state.

“Ok.” He agrees, furrowing his brows a little, waiting for more.

You step back, walking back over to the bed to lay back in it. Half because you were still exhausted, but also because you missed the smell. It smelt like him.

He followed you though, and you watched as he laid back next to you.

“You cuddled me last night.” You recalled.

“I did.” He nodded, and his own face had a blush to it.

It’s quiet another few beats, filled with the two of you just thinking.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, without prompt, and you’re not sure what he’s talking about.

“Regret what?”

“The kiss.”

“No.”

“Would you have regretted it if I’d kissed you back?”

Again, you don’t think as you answer, “No.”

His eyes find yours from where he’s laying, he’s not that far away.

“I just want to be on the same page. We’ve known eachother for a long time. And it’s not just us it would impact if I don’t know— something didn’t work out.” He says quietly.

You reach a hand out to trace his jaw, “I know. But just as you said, we’ve known eachother for a long time, and you always tend to put other people above yourself. What do you want?”

He leans into the touch with a steady inhale as he thinks for a moment, “Honestly, right now I want to kiss you.”

“Well then do it.” You say.

He leans forward now, fed up with beating around the bush.

He pushes his lips over yours, capturing them in a soft yet passionate kiss.

It’s a kiss that speaks worlds. It’s a hundred times more powerful than words ever could be. it’s almost a promise.

You kiss back, cherishing the feeling of it, and how he moved against your mouth.

“Fuck me,” he sighs into your mouth when you part it for him.

“Tongue out.” He asks again, but hearing it while he’s got his lips on you is out of this world.

It sends heat straight to your core, and you do again as he asks.

His hands are threaded in your hair and he gently kitten licks over your tongue.

It’s sensual in a way you can’t describe it, but what really sends you over the edge is when he whispers, “Is it way too early to be asking if I can suck on your tongue…?”

You laugh a little, tongue going back into your mouth as you talk, “I would’ve said yes if you asked me years ago. Is that weird?”

“Hot more than weird.”

You stick it back out and he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his own around it. It quickly turns into a French kiss though, and you start to move and explore his mouth.

“You’re beautiful. Always thought that Y/N.” He says, skating his teeth over your bottom lip.

You whimper at the sensation, “You make me feel so fucking loved.”

“Thats exactly how you should feel, darling. All the time.”

You kiss back and forth for a while, touching eachother gently over thin layers of fabric, but nothing more.

You’re in no rush.

And you’re just grateful that when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll be able to remember it with ease.

———

thank you to all who requested a part 2, I hope you enjoyed it! there is plenty more to come.

taglist:

@holholliday @jackiehollanderr @itsmytimetoodream @cherrycolas-things @buckybarnessimpp @crybabyddl @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[yanderepuck]

AAAAAND WELCOME BACK TO MY MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT PLAGUED WITH VISIONS SMUT. Please do not question why there are THREE guys here I promise you it is not guy on guy (tho I need to get back into that) just some shameless writers trio smut.

Who wouldn't want some writers absolutely GAWKING over you anyway? Huh? The two of them might have been serial cheaters and the one forced to marry as a minor BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT. Happy reading, sluts.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is over 2000 words help

He moans as you sit between his legs. Your hands rest on his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking on his cock.

Arthur has his arm on the back of the couch while his other combs through your hair. "Just like that, love," his groans just get you to work harder. Something about a man moaning is the highest praise possible.

Both of your clothes are scattered around the parlor room, the only thing you have on is your bra and underwear. Arthur had pulled you in and started kissing you, telling you how he needed you now.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he takes in a sharp breath. You would smirk if you could. You get closer to his base, taking all of him in, feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

"Look up, love~"

You look up at him, lips stretched around his cock. He's holding his phone up and you assume he's taking a video. He has done this before; you have no issue with it and think nothing of it.

With your eyes locked on the camera you take his cock out of your mouth, a long string of saliva and precum still connecting your lips to his tip. Starting at the base, you lick up his shaft, to the tip before beginning to suck his length again.

"Such a good girl," his hand goes through your hair again before pushing your head down. You gag for a moment, not expecting it.

Arthur had ended the video on his phone, sending it to a small group chat. He let your head go and set his phone back down after replying to a few messages.

You lift your head up to catch your breath. He puts a finger under your chin to make you look at him. "Why don't you sit on my lap now."

He smirks at you as you stand up, taking your underwear off. His hands hold onto your waist as you get yourself into the couch, hovering over him.

His tip is hard against you. Dripping wet from anticipation. You sit down on him with a moan.

"Ungh- you're so hard," you pant softly, trying to let yourself adjust before rocking your hips. You keep your hands on his shoulder to keep steady.

Pushing your hair to one side, Arthur starts kissing your neck, nibbling it, trying to leave little marks without biting.

His phone goes off a few times, but you think nothing of it and start bouncing up and down on him, moaning louder.

You don't know how much time passed but you suddenly feel your bra unhook in the back. You shriek and come down hard on Arthur. Both of his hands are still on your waist.

"I cannot believe thee wouldst try taking her all for yourself, Arthur," the voice was very close to your ear. You know that voice anywhere.

Will's hands go under your bra, pushing it out of the way as he gropes you. You melt into his touch, pushing your chest into his hands.

"What can I say, she's irresistible," his hands slide down to your hips and then behind you to grab your ass. You moan again and sit up enough for him to hold you.

"Thee ought to share," he squeezes your breast once more before moving one hand to move your hair again to kiss your neck.

You could feel his fangs against your skin and tilt your head to one side. You gasp and hiss as he pinches your nipple.

"Maybe I wanted her to myself for once."

"If 't be true, then thee wouldst be in thy own room," Will looks Arthur in the eyes as he licks your neck. "Nor wouldst thee hath sent the pictures and video."

His voice tickles your ear, but the real shiver down your spine is from him rubbing your nipple harder. You should have guessed Arthur wasn't saving those for just himself.

"Will, that- Ahh!" Arthur thrust up into you the moment you said Will's name.

His hand then grabbed your jaw so you would look at him. "Don't say another man's name while I'm inside you."

You whined and started to rock your hips again.

Arthur grabbed his phone again but once he had it unlocked Will snatched it.

"Hey!"

"Oh hold on," Will opened the camera, having it on face front and started to record. Having it on your chest first.

He squeezed tightly and pinched your nipple again. Then his hand went up your chest and the camera followed, up until his hand wrapped around your throat, causing you to stretch out your neck.

You whined and rocked your hips more. You felt the wetness of his tongue drag across your skin. You didn't even realize the camera was on you.

Will then sinks his fangs into you. Your body jerks for a moment but then you start to moan. Your grip tightens on Arthur, and you pant.

Arthur glares at Will. As he drinks blood from you, he sends the video to the same chat the first one was sent to.

"If thy cock get to be inside her, then so doth mine own fangs," he licks your wound and tosses Arthur's phone back on the couch.

You bite your lip and look at Arthur. You haven't done much but you're already close to your limit.

"Once thee finish him off I shall be next," Will whispers in your ear.

Will let you go, and you start bouncing on Arthur again. You finally slip your bra off and drop it to the floor.

You come down in him as hard as you can, moaning each time his cock reenters you.

Will walks to the back of the couch so he can see you face on. You look up and see him with his phone out enjoying the show. Both of their phones go off at the same time. You hear Will chuckle and see him show his screen to Arthur.

Your legs start to shake and you're having a harder time keeping up the pace.

"Just a little more, love," he leans in and kisses you roughly, bucking his hips up. This gets him to hit a new spot inside you, getting you to moan louder. Im just moments you clench around him, covering his cock in your cum. Arthur holds your hips down into his, thrusting a few times before releasing a load into you.

You pant as the movements stop.

"Tis my turn," Will hums, coming back over to the front side of the couch as he's unbuttoning his shirt. Arthur doesn't look so happy as Will helps you off his lap. Your legs are weak, and you lean against him for support, but don't feel much other than his hard on.

"No worries, I will not make thee work for it," he kisses your cheek. He makes you bend over the arm of the couch. You could hear his pants dropping to the floor. You waited in anticipation.

His cock slid into with ease, your hole already filled with cum. You moan and lean over more, hoping the arm will support most of your body.

His hands stay on your hips, keeping you in place as he thrust into you.

Looking forward you see Arthur watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as you get fucked.

"She looks like she's already numb from too much cock. Are you able to speak for us~" Arthur smirks at you. All you do is moan each time Will's cock gets deep inside you.

"She is simply a dram play thing now."

Arthur has his phone pointed at you again, almost dropping it when he hears the window open suddenly.

"I told you two to wait for me!" Dazai is rushing to get in through the window.

"We wouldn't know. We've been having fun."

Despite the whole group chat being here, Arthur kept his phone on you, wanting to remember this look on your face.

"I don't know if she will be conscious after Will is done with her."

Will stops moving, making sure he far inside you, and leans forward to wrap his fingers around your neck to make you look up at the room. "The'e is still anoth'r hole that is not being used," Will smirks up at Dazai.

You do nothing but moan, your mouth partially open, panting lightly. "The lady seems to be begging for it to be filled," he purrs into your ear, kissing your neck on the spot he bit.

It stings, sending a shiver down your spine. After feeling his cock twitch inside you, you try to rock your hips for more friction.

"My my, she is eager," Dazai starts walking over, stripping his clothes off on the way. "Move over, Arthur," Dazai gets on the couch. Arthur gets up and grabs his clothes, just putting his pants back on.

Will lets you go, making you fall forward on the couch again. His hand glides down your back until it gets to your hip again.

"Show Dazai what that mouth can do, love," Arthur smirks. You look in front of you to see Dazai's cock in your face. You move your arms to rest them on Dazai's thighs, propping yourself up to the right height. The moment his tip passes your lips Will starts to move again. The thrust into you jerks you forward enough to take in more of him.

Dazai moans and combs his fingers through your hair. He is thicker than Arthur, but you manage to stretch your lips just enough.

Will's fingers dig into your skin as he thrusts deeper into you. Dazai is trying not to push your head all the way down.

"She's so beautiful with her mouth filled," Arthur sits back down behind Dazai, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Even if we cannot hear our lady moan," Will starts to squeeze your ass.

"We wouldn't want everyone to hear Toshiko-san," Dazai smirks as you take more of him on your own. You wrap your hand around the part of his cock that isn't in your mouth. This gets a loud moan out of him.

You suck him harder.

You don't even notice one of Will's hands leaving your body until you feel his fingers rubbing your clit. Your body jerks, squirming, and causing you to lose rhythm.

"Don't stop now," Dazai moans, pushing your head back down. You whine and you wiggle your lower half as Will continues to play with you.

In moments you let out a loud moan and cum again, tightening around Will. He groans and feels himself getting close. His thrusts get rougher, slowing down a bit since. He is pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into you.

"Fuck..." he gasps. In a few moments he finally fills you with his cum, is getting mixed with Arthurs. He slows down his movements as he empties himself all into you.

Now that he is out of you, you are able to concentrate on sucking off Dazai. But you do start to squirm, not wanting to be empty just yet.

"It looks like she wasn't ready to be empty just yet."

"Then it's my turn," Dazai pulls your hair, taking his cock out of your mouth. You let out a long whine. You aren't sure if it's from being sore or the need to be filled.

As Will makes his way to sit on the chair, Dazai helps you onto the couch, laying you down and propping one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wasting no time in entering you.

"You're so filthy, having so much cum in you."

Dazai pins your hands to either side of your head and starts fucking all the cum further into you. You want to close your legs. You're so sore and overstimulated, but your moans and whimpers beg for more. Dazai leans down, kissing one side of your neck, opposite of where Will bit you.

Two kisses in and he sinks his fangs into you. Your hips buck up and Dazai takes the opportunity to thrust deeper. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. You aren't sure how much longer you can stay awake.

"So sweet tasting," he purrs into your ear, licking up the excess blood. You think you blacked out for a moment, because the next thing you felt was being filled with more cum. You force your eyes open to see Dazai sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face.

"Perhaps this is what our meetings shouldst be about from anon," Will smirked looking at Arthur.

Arthur helps you sit up after Dazai pulled out of you. He brings you into his lap and lets you lean against him. "You definitely would make meetings more fun," he kisses your cheek. "But I don't think I always want to share her with the two of you."

~~

Tag list~

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @fang-and-feather @xalxtusxiao @namine-somebodies-nobody @ana-thedaydreamer @evil-quartett @ameyoruakiikemenseries @yrenesposts @p1nkpandomium @tele86 @damekathearasi @lokis-laugh @candied-boys @breadmercury @aquagirl1978 @xenokiryu @nightghoul381 @vampiricpancake @lulu-the-smol-floof @faust-bite

[world0fmadness]

CRIMSON

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader

♡ nsfw headcanons for period sex with pelle!

୨୧ okay, i took it as a sign and yes, i am absolutely delusional! i hope you guys like this lolol <3

♡ related hc available here, here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: despair by trembling void - barbaric torture execution by baphomets horns

* 18 + content, please do not read if you’re a minor *

♡ the few times pelle tops during sex are usually always when he fucks you on your period!

୨୧ he knows you’re just a little sore and tired, nowhere near as able to ride him to hell and back like you usually do…

♡ but both of you love period sex so much, he loves it enough to actually top for once!

୨୧ pelle can hardly rip his eyes away from your cunt as he thrusts into you, it’s as if he’s been placed in some kind of trance as his slightly glossy blue orbs admire the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you with ease, always re-emerging completely covered in your sticky, deep crimson red blood

♡ he just cannot get enough of it, the smell and taste of your blood, the feeling of the blood dripping down his cock…

୨୧ honestly, you might have to cradle his face in your hands sometimes and tell him to relax a little due to how heavy his breathing is getting and how rapid his thrusts are, not to mention the damn near rabid look in his eyes!

♡ he’ll either just nod his head or mumble a response, bringing his eyes up and away from your cunt to meet yours as he does

“ sorry… feels so good, your blood, your cunt… you feel incredible around me… ” ( to be honest, you most likely won’t catch half of what he says due to his laboured breathing and how quietly he mumbles )

୨୧ after about at most, a minute of catching his breath at your gentle command, he’s right back to thrusting wildly into you, letting out short gasps in between as to try and keep his breath this time

♡ he just cannot bare to be outside of your for more than a second, he does not want to waste any of your blood or time

୨୧ i can see pelle moaning very differently during period sex, usually he’s vocal in the way of deep groans and moans and he does let out some of those too but…

♡ during period sex, when he’s on top, it’s more so just a lot of extremely heavy breathing, ragged gasps into the crook of your neck or chest and deep groans as he tightens his grip on the pillow under your head, his pale hands on both sides of you as to hold himself up

୨୧ what i mean to say is his senses just get so overloaded with pleasure and lust, it’s like his body kind of forgets what noises to make!

♡ so he just lets out a jumbled mess of deep groans, ragged breathing, gasps and moans

୨୧ because of how sensitive you are, you moan a lot during period sex! constantly raising your hips a little and pushing your cunt further into his face and deeper onto his fingers as he groans deeply, the vibrations of his groan against your cunt causing you to throw your head back in pure euphoria as his tongue flicks rapidly against your clit and three of his fingers work inside of you

♡ and pelle absolutely loves this, he loves how much pleasure you’re receiving, how you shove your bloody cunt further into his face and grip his blonde hair in your hands

୨୧ he’s obsessed with how reactive you are, how desperate you get for more… how tight your cunt clenches around his fingers or cock, as if not wanting to let him leave your warm, bloody haven… if it was up to him, he would never leave it…

♡ if you’re a heavy bleeder, like me, that’s even better for pelle!

୨୧ honestly just the more blood for pelle to lick up and watch coat his cock, the better! he does not find it gross at all, it’s incredibly hot to him

♡ when pelle eats you out on your period, he eats your cunt like he actually loves eating, and he does love eating your cunt, even more so when it’s flowing blood! just not so much other things, such as actual food…

୨୧ pelle especially likes to eat you out on your period before a concert!

♡ he’ll sit you atop a dressing table backstage or the sink in a bathroom and just go crazy, shoving his fingers and tongue into you at a rapid pace causing blood to splash out of your cunt and completely drench his corpse paint covered face and fingers in a deep crimson red colour

୨୧ and when you’ve reached your high, his fingers easily sliding out of you, completely red in colour and his face pulling away from your cunt, slowly dragging his eyes up to meet your glazed over ones? you wincing just a little when you see your blood completely covering his lower face and dripping down his neck…

♡ he doesn’t even try to wipe his face or fingers on a paper towel or wash them in the sink, he stares down at them with an unrecognisable look in his eyes, a deep, still unsatisfied hunger for more…

୨୧ but he has to be on stage and so off he goes, still not even trying to clean himself up, why would he?

♡ no one even bats an eye at the blood covering his fingers and lower face, they just figure it’s his own or some animal blood, maybe even fake blood for some unknown reason…

୨୧ period sex is one of those few times pelle doesn’t mind getting messy during sex, for once he doesn’t mind feeling sticky, only because it’s your blood

♡ he loves groping your tits and just running his hands all over your body when they’re messy with your blood, he thinks it only makes you look even more beautiful

୨୧ you will have to convince him to bathe afterwards though because if it was up to pelle? he would happily go to sleep or continue his day with both of your bodies painted with your blood…

♡ if you ever wake up one morning and realise you’ve bled through onto the sheets, you better not get embarrassed in front of this man!

୨୧ he’s so quick to shut you up with a firm kiss on the lips as his long fingers quickly find their way under the blankets and dip into your panties, immediately sliding into your cunt and meeting no resistance as you moan softly against his chapped lips as more deep red bleeds into the sheets

♡ well… the sheets are already bloody so… why not?

୨୧ this will usually always lead him to fingering you to your climax and bringing his bloody fingers up to his mouth, taking them into his mouth and sucking the blood from the flesh before pressing his lips against yours again, wanting you to taste yourself, taste how good the mix of your cum and blood tastes…

♡ he’ll usually slide under the blankets and take your bloody underwear off entirely before shoving his tongue into your cunt or climb over you, slipping his boxers and your panties off before sliding his hard cock inside of you with ease! what better way to wake up than some period sex?

୨୧ when it comes to aftercare, him eating you out and fucking you usually helps ease your cramps a lot but if you still have some cramps or any type of pain afterwards, he’ll pet your head a little before pulling his boxers up over his still bloody and sticky cock, walking downstairs to make you a hot drink and some painkillers to soothe the leftover cramping

♡ he might make himself a hot tea whilst he’s at it, just to ease his slight headache and help him sleep next to you but before sleeping, he’ll mumble something to you about how he loves you, how comfortable you make him feel and how he can’t wait for your next period because one week a month absolutely sucks for him and his need to taste your blood <3

[jnnul]

lowkey

gif credit: @chwerity

genre: FLUFF, action if you count the amount of running they do 😭, jaemin being stupid <3

word count: 0.8k

type: drabble

a/n: hehe welcome to my first official post! i guess the other two were just timestamps to kinda get a feel for tumblr lol. let me know what you guys think! the comments/reblog tags are so cute and i keep rereading them <3

+++

you had never expected that you would spend your friday night running away from daily mail.

quite frankly, you didn’t expect that you would be running at all on a friday night, much less from tabloids. you prided yourself on how lowkey you lived your life. you made few, but diehard, friends. you had no enemies. you had a well-paying, stable job and you were working towards buying your own apartment soon. but for all of your attempts to stay absolutely average, your superstar boyfriend had to go become famous and propel you to stardom with him.

“oh my god, jaemin, if i have to work out every time we go on a date, i’m literally never seeing you in person again,” you gasp as your boyfriend tugs on your arm to make you run faster - as if that would mean that you would lose your paparazzi trail.

you still don’t know how you ended up like this in the first place. pulling na jaemin, the center of nct dream, was a small miracle in itself. but regardless, you were well seasoned veterans of the dating scheme now. after dating for three years, the two of you were really good at hiding from the public about your relationship.

it definitely helped that you were a run of the mill citizen (as opposed to, say, a world renowned singer) and the fact that jaemin was a homebody until he died so being in this situation was a little foreign to you. you weren’t sure if you had gotten into a scare like this since the first two months that you and jaemin were dating.

“i thought we would be safe in fucking london!” jaemin hisses back as the two of you weave in and out of the stumbling bodies exiting suspicious looking clubs. “it’s two in the morning and people still recognized me wearing a sweatshirt, mask, and sunglasses.”

you stop in your tracks at that, gaping at jaemin’s ‘foolproof’ disguise. the sweatshirt he mentioned? neon green. you mentally face-palm as the two of you start running again, hearing the incoming mob of people.

they definitely had done this before, you think. you were way too tired and they looked like keep tailing the two of you for another couple hours for sure.

“you cannot tell me that the sweatshirt the color of a traffic suit was your way of escaping paparazzi,” you deadpan. looking back on it, the last couple years worth of dates were done where you were both wearing clothes that were almost at the level of national espionage.

you and jaemin would always wear varying shades of black and the two of you would always choose the most hole in the wall places you could find - or some of the industry safe places, such as the locations in itaewon, where you could easily blend with the foreigners. even some of the veterans of the industry were known for letting idols into their establishments in discrete ways so that everyone could act normally for a few hours.

the two of you had gotten careless this time. thinking you would be safe due to the far away location, as well as the late timing, you had grown lax and comfortable due to the lack of scandals for the past few years. rookie mistake.

“this way! if we get off of peter street, we should be able to dodge the tabloids,” you stage whisper, tugging your boyfriend so that he would be by your side as the two of you dash into the nearest adjacent street that you can.

you’re affectively pressed up against jaemin’s chest as you rest your head against the crook of his neck, trying to conceal both of your faces so that you look like any other drunk and enamored couple. you would tell jaemin to take off that stupid neon green sweatshirt but the space to move is a luxury you haven’t been awarded. 

you and jaemin hold your breaths, hoping that the less noise you make, the less the gods are compelled to send the tabloids your way. it seems your vehement prayers (and perhaps the fact that the alleyway was so dark, it muted jaemin’s sweatshirt color) have paid off because the mob that was following you run right past the alleyway you’re hiding in in a cacophony of “this way!” and “we’re gonna make front page!” that lets you know that you’ve successfully escape them. 

the two of you shimmy out of the alley when you’re positive there’s no one left and breathe in the air that was much too hard to breath in the cramped alleyway.

you look at jaemin, who’s already looking at you with a stupid grin on his face as he presses a kiss against your cheek.

“so much for lowkey, huh?”

“na jaemin, i swear to fucking god, if you don’t throw out that sweatshirt right now, i’m breaking up with you!”

“but...but it’s the nct dream sweatshirt.”

“...i’m gonna kill jeno.”

[gingerjunhan]

Hello!! I found your page a while ago and I love your work so much 😊

Can you please write something about members reacting to you bring home a stray cat? I feel like that's just so adorable and sweet ☹️

☆彡 this is such a cute idea :( thank you sm for sending it in!!

word count: 899 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: some of them do say no (I'm sorry), lmk if I missed anything!

goo gunil

he's somewhat excited but also nervous

you were out on a walk, and a cat followed you home

you didn't have the heart to shoo it away, so you ended up bringing it to your front door

you tell Gunil that you brought a friend home, and at first he's so excited

*excited gasp* "Aren't you just the cutest?"

he fonds over the cat for a little while

and when you finally ask him to bring it inside, reality strikes

you can't possibly take this cat in

what if somebody else owns it???

he's hardly home between tour and rehearsal

and you have your own list of responsibilities as well

plus, you don't have anything you would need to take care of it, and you can't just drop everything and go get what you need

Gunil would know that he's breaking your heart telling you this, and he can't bear to see you upset

so he makes you a deal

if the cat keeps coming back, you guys will give it a new home

kim jungsu

so excited

you find a kitten outside of your apartment building on the way home from a date and you watch as Jungsu practically melts

he instantly reaches down to gently pick up his newfound best friend

"Hello, sweet angel!"

are there tears in his eyes?

he gently pets the cat, giving you a pouty look

and in that moment you realize that you both just became parents

while one of you thinks of names, the other starts scouring the internet for guidance and what you need

your date gets extended when you both end up taking a trip to a pet store, taking your child with you

"What if we named them Keyboard?"

"Jungsu, we can not name the cat Keyboard."

after buying the food, cat litter, and even a little collar, you make your way home as a family of three

kwak jiseok

another one who gets excited and nervous

you bring home your new furry little friend, and seeing the way your eyes light up makes Jiseok's heart melt

you're so happy, and he wants nothing more than to see you be happy

but he knows in his heart that he can't take care of a pet right now

tour is starting back up, he doesn't have the necessities to take care of a cat, the list goes on

"(Y/N), I love you, but I'm not ready to be a father."

his words make you laugh, but you know that he's right

you try to convince him, pulling out the puppy eyes

and he almost, almost gives in

the words are on the tip of his tongue

but he knows for the good of this sweet little kitty that he can't do it

he would feel bad if he couldn't properly take care of it

at a later date, however- maybe when his life has slowed down a bit- he easily brings the cat in with open arms

oh seungmin

he looooves to spoil you

so what does that mean?

"Whatever you want baby, you can have it."

why am I blushing?

so when Seungmin comes home one day to find you holding a cat in his arms...

he literally cannot say no

not that he wants to anyway

but come on

you look up at him with a big smile, petting the cat that keeps rubbing itself up against your legs, introducing him to your new friend

and he can't help but to sink down to his knees and pet the cat as well

"If I would've known you were bringing a cat home, I would've stopped at the pet store."

han hyeongjun

he's not entirely sure what to do

the two of you are out together, and he notices a cat following your path down the sidewalk

he tries to ignore it despite the pang of excitement in his chest, but once you see it, it's too late

you let out an excited gasp, letting go of is hand and rushing over to the sweet little creature

Hyeongjun feels his heart swell when you crouch down to meet the cat, holding a hand out for it to sniff

he already knows where this is going; so when you ask to take the cat home, he isn't surprised

"We can't take them home. What if they already have a home?"

you know he has a point, but when the cat starts to purr under your hand your heart melts

you try to convince him, but he unfortunately doesn't budge

you understand his reasoning, so you stand up, take his hand, and wave your new friend goodbye

lee jooyeon

let's be so for real here

he's bringing the cat home to you

walk with me here

he knows you love cats and that you've wanted one for years

so when he sees a cat outside of your apartment building, he's quick to debate bringing it home to you

he knows he shouldn't do anything without wanting you to... so he gives you a call

"Babe, there's a cat outside. Can I bring it in?"

the next thing you know, you're online looking at what cat food to buy

there is a brief moment when the two of you have to sit down and reconsider

is this a good idea? are we ready to take in a pet? will we have the time?

but the cuteness of your new family member eventually wins you both over

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[bellarkeselection]

This is because I Love You

Request from @sessa23 Klaus Mikealson x reader where the reader is in a relationship (or at least very very close friend) and to protect them from an enemy. Klaus compels the reader to leave mystic falls (or new Orleans) to go to another city where he has compelled and to forget about him and his family until he says otherwise.

@rosie-posie08 @colbysbrocks

Entering the witches attic I eyed Davina who I had become friends with very easily when I decided to move to New Orleans from Mystic Falls. She got to her feet talking my hands in hers. "Are you sure you want me to do this Y/n. I think it might be more painful than you think."

"I keep having this strange feeling like I should know someone. But I can’t picture whoever it was. I have to know who I think I am supposed to know, Davina. So do it.” I begged the witch sitting down on the bed waiting for her to start doing the spell. She raised her hand causing some pain to shoot through my head instantly.

Klaus and I stomped through the house both angry at each other. He halted in his tracks standing in front of the burning fireplace growling at me. “You shouldn’t have followed me out there tonight. My mother nearly killed you and she would have if I wasn’t as quick as I was.”

“I don’t want to be a damsel in distress or the girl who waits for the guy to get home, Nik. You can’t expect me to do nothing when I am falling in love with you all the while you’re mother wants to kill you. I’m choosing you and so accept that I will be lopped into all your crazy family drama regardless that I am human!” Throwing my hands away from my sides I begin to cry not ever intending on telling him I love him like this.

He vamped up to me grabbing my face in his hands sniffing through tears that was a rare thing to see from him. He would only show me his weak side otherwise to the world he was heartless. “Y/n, I can’t be forced to watch you almost die again. You are the one good and innocent thing in my life. That is so precious that I wish to tear anything a part that makes you upset. And whatever brightens your smile I want to make be possible forever. Which is why you can’t stay here, not until it’s safe…you will leave Mystic Falls and-“

“Are you seriously compelling me right now. You promised that you would never try and do that. Don't make me forget you after I just admitted I love you!" Hitting my hands against his chest he managed to snag my wrists keeping me in place.

He rested his forehead against mine sniffing through tears himself. "I know and I'm sorry. There are too many enemies of mine lurking around. I cannot afford nor will I lose you to one of them..." He held my chin in a firm but gentle grip compelling me again. "Forget me and do not remember my name until I tell you to do so."

Lowering my hands from my head I began sobbing but not from the pain that was caused anymore. Davina came over to me resting a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright. I didn't want to hurt you too bad."

"No D I'm...I'm okay." I replied back.

Someone bursts into the church from downstairs where we both went down as quickly as possible. Standing in front of my witch friend I gasped seeing a familiar set of blue eyes and dirty blonde hair with his nostrils flared as he vamped up to us. "Get out of my way girl. I have business with the witch who is holding my brother hostage!"

"I know you....Klaus Mikaelson right?" Tilting my head it all came flowing back to me meaning that her spell had worked. "Nik."

He blinked his eyes stepping closer to me but I didn't lower my arms still protecting Davina. "Y/n, how did you break my compulsion?"

"That's your first words to me after all this time. Not I'm sorry or this is the reason I did it. God, your just concerned with as to why I found someone who might be more powerful then you. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't remember you for a while. Good bye, Niklaus. Come on Davina let's leave." I began to drag the girl up the stairs until she screamed and I was gently pushed into the wall.

Klaus had his hands on either side of my head trapping me between him and the wall hearing my heart skip a beat a few times. "I did it because I love you!"

"Wait really...then why do anything to me at all. If you care then why not tell me the night I told you instead of pushing me away?" I croaked out through some tears before meeting his gaze seeing him was crying too.

"Because I need people to run at the sound of my name. I need them to fear me, Y/n. I have a thousand enemies and there may come a day when they come after the things I hold dear to my heart. I didn't want to hurt you and I have an eternity to make up for what I did. If you'll take me back. Become my Queen and rule the Quarter with me. I promise to never hurt you like I did ever again. All of this is because I love you."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I don't know what came over me jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around my waist watching my next movements until our lips met in the middle. He deepened the kiss pressing my back against the wall. Lifting my fingers through his curls I tugged on a few hearing him moan. He removed my lips from his burying his face in the crook of my neck trailing kisses. "Ohhh Nik!"

"Uh so you two are together again I take it?" Davina asked causing us to break away from each other.

He lowered my feet back onto the ground for a split second. "Yes, Harvest girl. Bur I'll be back for Elijah in a few hours."

"Nik! What are we doing?" I squealed wrapping my arms around his neck with him picking me up bridal style vamping me back until we were in his house and my back hit the bed seeing him smirking above me already shirtless.

He moved his hands down ripping my shirt in half crashing his lips onto mine hungerly. "Making up for lost time. I will never force you away again. You are my everything."

"I don't want to lose anymore time either. So after this night I want you to turn me." I declared holding his face in my hands with him running his fingers through my hair.

Ditching the rest of our clothes in the process I gasped out a moan when he pressed his lips down onto mine again. "Anything you want you shall have. For you Y/n are my queen and the keeper of my heart." Wrapping my arms around his neck the kiss instantly became heated and it remained that way for all eternity.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[ninthskzmember]

Birthday, debut. Part III

Part two

Idol!skz word count: 1,7k. warnings: Hyunjin is a jealous fuck.

Requests are open :)

"Hey mate" Chris greeted Luke and shook his hand.

"Hey guys," Ashton came in behind his friend, followed by Michael and then Calum.

A general "hey" came from my member's side, as did the other two guys. Then there was an akward silence between all of us.

"Moonjin, congrats on your performance!" Ashton exclaimed and came my way to hug me, and I disappeared in his arms.

"It's like a huge Changbin is hugging her." Seungmin commented and, once again, won a punch from Minho.

"Hyungggg," he cried while rubbing his stomach again.

"Told ya." Minho glanced at him with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"We got you this as a gift; I know you love it." Calum spoke for the first time towards me, handing me a six-pack of Australian beer.

"Thank you!" I smiled at him, taking the beverage from his hand as he gifted me one of his smirks, one of the kind where his eyes disappear. "And thank you for coming all the way here. It really means a lot to me." I looked at the four of them.

"It's nothing; you're our friend, mate! It's the least thing we can do." Mike smiled. "You're always coming to us; it was our turn."

"Yeah, that's right," Felix said with an overly deep voice, winning a gasp from Ashton and Michael.

"I honestly always forget you've got that voice, bruh; you do not fail to surprise me." Ashton joked around, trying to be nice.

Thank God the eight of my guys laughed lightly.

"He's my fairy with a truck driver's voice." I joked, and my best friend laughed and placed his arm around my shoulders.

"When are you coming to work with us?" Michael asked

Hyunjin was surprisingly quiet, just observing the whole interaction.

"So you came all the way here just to exploit me?” Another joke came from me.

"No. But we always have a great time together! And I'm inviting all of you," he said, looking at my members too.

"I'm sure 3racha would love to." Jeongin responded, smiling sweetly.

"Anytime, mate," Chan said. It's kind of weird when Chris is talking almost monosyllabic.

Minho kindly engaged in a conversation with the Australians, and Hyunjin took advantage of the situation to pull me aside.

"I thought Calum wasn't here." His deep stare was nailed to my eyes.

"I thought that too." I blinked repeatedly. "He did not even make a sound when Luke called... And you know, I can tell those kinds of things."

"Yeah, we know you're obsessed with the man," Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes. I ignored his comment; he was just trying to make drama.

"But it's sweet," he gave me the most deadly look when the words came out of my mouth. "That they're here," I raised my eyebrows. "I never did that for them."

"That was surely your man trying to make it up to you and taking his whole band to not make it obvious," he replied with his arms crossed over his chest.

"No, Cal's not that type." I denied it as I glanced over to the man in the subject: "If he messes up, he'll own up to that."

"Oh, so he's your man," he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah." I nodded just to upset him.

He has been getting on my nerves all day.

I saw how his ears turned red from anger and jealousy, which made me laugh inside my head, but he did not show it.

"Felix" Hyunjin called our best friend, "Talk to her; I cannot stand her. She's being Mini-Minho again."

An angry Jinnie walked away from me, and I smirked funny. Felix came all the way to me.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"He's being toxic. Calum has barely talked to me, and he is being dramatic." I looked at the blonde one and said, "You know me, Lix."

"He's sensitive. And so are you, even if you don't show it. Think about how you would feel if Lia was here instead of Calum."

"Yeah, as if it doesn't happen at least two times in a day," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Moonjin-ah!" I heard a familiar voice come from the open door, letting my female best friend be seen.

"RYUJIN," I said, opening my arms and encouraging her to come to me.

She rushed through the people and hugged me tightly

"Congratulations, mama," she smiled widely, and I did the same to her.

"Thank you! We were just talking about..."

"Moonjin-ssi sunbaenim" Yeji came in behind my best friend and said, "Congratulations on your debut." She bowed at me along with Yuna and Lia.

"Thank you." I bowed back and looked at Chan, who was looking at the scene.

"I think I need to shut up sometimes," Felix whispered at me.

"Ya think?" I threw a deadly look at him.

"MOONJIN UNNIE" Another voice, agitated this time, made its way to my ears. "I'm so sorry, I was peeing." She laughed and hugged me.

"I hope you washed your hands," I joked at Chaeryeong and all the girls, and Felix laughed.

"I did not," she said, caressing my face with his wet hand, which had obviously been washed but not dried.

"MoonJin-ssi" My manager caught my attention. "There's people that wanted to congratulate and say hi."

"Yeah, sure." I smiled. "Tell them to come in."

Not two seconds later, Suga came into the dressing room, along with the rest of his members. Immediately everyone—except for 5SOS—bowed at them. The 5SOS members bowed after realizing that everyone did.

"Congratulations Moonjin!" Suga bowed and then hugged me.

"Thank you, Yoongi-ssi." I smiled at him.

All the BTS members came one by one to hug me and congratulate me.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Taehyung talked to me, and I looked at Hyunjin rapidly. He wanted to take me out to dinner tonight.

"I think I've got this thing with my members..." I almost whispered.

"No, you don't," Seungmin said out loud, and Minho took action again.

"We wanted to take you out too," Luke said out of nowhere.

"Oh, three groups frightened for her love," Lia said in a Phoebe Buffay way quietly to Yuna, but not quietly enough for me not to hear. Not from her.

"We can arrange a small party in our house." Namjoon offered, and Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"Sure!" Chan came into the conversation. He definitely liked the Bangtang boys more than the 5SOS boys. "I'd offer our dorm, but it's pretty small," he added shyly.

"It's no problem. We'll take care of it." Suga smiled

I did not make this clear, but... I'm pretty close with Yoongi. We like to write and produce a lot together. He helped me a lot with my album. Being close to him and working with him is pretty much spending time with his members too.

Felix often gets kind of possessive over me when Yoongi is around. He told me that he's afraid that I'd drift apart with him.

So yeah, the majority of my members are pussies. Seungmin, Minho, and I get tagged like the 'cold and heartless ones'. Sometimes even Jeongin.

"Everyone is invited!" Jin said it out loud, and I laughed.

"Thank you, Sunbanim," the Itzy members bowed at the Bangtan boys and also did the rest of us, thanking them.

The boys left the room, but not before Jungkook gifted me another hug and congratulations.

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and Yuna followed the BTS steps and left us all alone again.

"Where are you staying?"

"Four Seasons," Calum replied.

"Y'all are wealthy bitches," I laughed.

"Youngblood did pretty well, actually," Luke replied to me with a smirk on his face.

"You know, I really like that song... The one that talks about a knitted sweater for two."

"Oh, so, the one that you helped write," Ashton added, and he let out a little laugh. His kind of little laughs

"Talk fast. Ro-mance" Jisung did a little dance while singing a part of the song, making me laugh.

"No, Ji, sing YOUR song." I jumped excited.

"Oh yeah, wait," he said, clearing his throat. "Whyyyy, won't you love me?"

"Damn, he can hit those notes," a surprised Ashton said again.

"They all have their songs." I looked at the four guys.

"Yeah? From Youngblood?" Luke raised his eyebrows, kind of excited.

"Most of them," I nodded. "So, Chan is a hundred percent Youngblood. Then Minnie is―"

"Don't call me that," both Minho and Seungmin protested at the same time.

"Bro, you'll take whatever I say," I frowned at Seungmin. "As I was saying, Minho oppa..." I corrected myself this time while looking at him. "... is Valentine. Binnie is If Walls Could Talk. Hyunjin-ah is―" I was cut off again.

"Hyunjin Oppa," he corrected me.

"Oh, so now you're oppa?" I looked at him with one of my eyebrows raised.

"I am," he maintained eye contact.

"Alright," I said, "Hyunjin oppa is more." Calum looked at us attentively, knowing my love for that song.

"Oh, by the way, all of these are talking about the music itself, not the lyrics." I cleared and kept talking. "Jisung is Why Won't You Love Me? Felix is obviously a better man. Minnie wants you back. And Innie is woke up in Japan." I finished, and the room was silent.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" Felix asked

"A bit, yeah."

"You could have gotten me Ghost of You."

"Nah, I'm not ruining those amazing songs with y'all. The ghost of you and Lie to Me are untouchable."

"I'm satisfied with my song," Chan said, out of nowhere.

"It was the easy option," Changbin added.

"It was not." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"It was. Giving the leader the title track," said Minho.

"Hey!" I frowned again. "You're supposed to be on my side of sh*t. You're breaking the contract," I pointed at him.

"Contract?" a few of the guys asked, not really understanding the situation.

"Oh, that shit I didn't want to participate in?" asked Seungmin.

"Yeah, 'Cause you stink. That's why I'm Mini-Minho and not Mini-Minnie."

"I don't want you to be mini-minnie-me."

"Eenie meenie miney mo lover" Jisung started singing again, and everyone laughed.

"Don't you think you're frighting too much today, noona?" Jeongin asked me to be by my side.

"Yeah, right?" I looked at him, thinking, "I think I'm kind of hormonal." I moved my head to the side, and he laughed.

to be continued...

Guys if you wanna get tagged in my updates, please leave a comment letting me know! I'll make a taglist <3

[unnecessary-sobbing]

better than you - shuriri

PART ONE

content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing

pairing(s): shuri udaku x reader x riri williams

summary: you and riri have been rivals since you’ve started college. now you guys are expected to get along while on a mission with the new queen of wakanda. tension and new feelings grow and all shuri wants is for y’all to behave and not ruin the mission.

note: hopefully this becomes a series, but no promises bc i’m inconsistent as hell. don't know the ship yet, still working out the kinks

~~~

riri williams, the student genius who’s good side everyone wants to be on. who wouldn’t? yes she’s smart, but she’s also charming, funny, strong, hardworking, and so much more.

you hate her guts.

not only is she smart, she’s also a smug asshole that will do anything to one-up you. you get a 99 on your exam, she’s rubbing her 100 in your face. you’re ahead of her in a robotics race, her robot blows yours up before you can cross the finish line. you make a copy of the hulk serum, she makes a fucking vibranium detector. and she does it all with the same smirk and wink.

it drives you insane.

“nice try boo.”

“awe, better luck next time mamas.”

“your design was good, just not as good as mine.”

luckily, it’s spring break and you don’t have to deal with her smugness for a week. you had an internship planned at trask industries in new york, having nothing else to do. you were excited to be able to work with one of the smartest scientists in the world. you have been following his work since you were in high school, and recently it came out that he is working on a new invention.

oh, but life isn’t fair.

yes, you were an intern, but you weren’t expecting to make coffee runs for trask. you wanted to be in the lab, watching him work and observing him in his space. you did not want to be getting cold brews.

you grumble as you leave the coffee shop, on your way back to the lab. just as you were about to cross the street, a black flying thing buzzed in front of your face. startled, you almost drop the coffee, a small stain appearing on your shirt. you tried shooing the thing away but it wouldn’t budge. looking at it closer, you realized that it was a kimoyo bead.

you let out a quiet gasp before walking to an empty alleyway, the bead following you.

“shuri?”

“(y/n), sorry for the abruptness. i need you in wakanda.”

you furrow your brows as shuri’s voice comes out of the flying bead. why does she need you so suddenly? it’s been a while since the last time you’ve seen her.

“like, now?”

“yes, it is quite urgent.”

“but i have a-“

“(y/n). you are one of the few people outside of wakanda that i trust. i cannot discuss much with you through this bead, but i believe that you might be in danger as well as many more people.”

that immediately shut you up. why the hell are you in danger? you really didn’t want to risk this once in a lifetime opportunity, but was it really worth your life? debatable, but you couldn’t work your dream job if you’re dead.

“okay.”

“good, you didn’t really have a choice. ayo will accompany you on your trip,” with that, the kimoyo bead buzzed past you. you turned around in the direction it flew and came face to face with ayo. her sudden appearance almost gave you a heart attack.

“how did you-“

“never mind that, the queen awaits you.”

she turns and starts walking away. hurriedly, you follow her to a wakandan ship.

the trip was silent as you thought about all the possible threats to you. ‘not many people know of my powers. if they did, how? how much danger am i in?’

it didn’t take long to get to wakanda, around two hours. once you landed, ayo led you into the palace and to the lab. when you entered the lab, you spotted shuri looking over holograms. you frown as you see someone next to her. you couldn’t really tell from the back, but she looked familiar. it wasn’t until you heard her laugh that you realized who it was.

no way.

“riri?”

both riri and shuri turned around to look at you. shuri walked towards you, leaving riri behind. she opened her arms for a hug and you went in, confusion still evident on your face.

“ah, (y/n) . you’re finally here, good.”

“yeah, nice to see you again. but, um, why is she here?” you ask after moving out of the hug. from behind shuri, you riri smile at you and wave, making you roll your eyes.

“riri? she’s here to help with the mission. is that an issue?”

“well…no, i-“

“i’m not her favorite person,” riri says as she walks closer to you two. she makes sure to stand next to you, your shoulders touching each other. you had an irritated look on your face as shuri looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.

“ah, well i hope you two can get along for the time being. come with me.”

she leads you and riri back to the hologram, blueprints and plans showing in mid air. you let out a quiet huff before following her. there were images of robots and weapons, notes written here and there.

“what’s all this?” riri asks watching as you reach out to one of the images of the robots and enlarging it. shuri steps closer to you, bringing a chunk of notes with her.

“plans and prototypes of weapons; weapons built to hunt down and eliminate mutants.”

you let out a surprised gasp, causing riri to look at you in confusion.

“is that why you called me here?”

“yes. we don’t have much information on the person who built it, except his shady connections. he hired someone to try and steal vibranium, which is why i was aware of this whole mutat-killing machine. you being a mutant would help us with this mission. sorry to drag you into this; you wouldn’t just be used as bait, of course, your mutant powers are perfect for what we need to do at some point.”

you stayed quiet the whole time she explained the situation. the whole mutant population was suddenly relying on you while your life was in danger as well. how the fuck are you supposed to take all that in at once? you knew you could refuse, but you know the guilt would kill you, plus the look shuri was giving you made it hard to say no.

“okay, i guess i’m in.”

“good.”

the three of you spent a good two hours going over plans and upgrades to suits. you were shocked when you found out what riri was doing that week she didn’t show up to any classes.

ironheart? that’s a cute name, i guess.

shuri had also designed a suit for you that adjusts your powers. she infused the material with your dna and vibranium so that it can phase through objects with you as well as protect you. once you guys finally called it a night, shuri led you two out of her lab.

“we will leave at sunrise, you guys are welcome to any services of the palace. the dora will lead you to the guest rooms.” with that she closed the door to her lap, probably wanting to work on a couple of things alone.

you and riri followed the warrior down the long halls in silence before she spoke up.

“never knew that you were a mutant, kinda cool.”

“hm, well i don’t just go around telling people i can phase through walls.”

riri chuckled at your response. it was a bit unusual for riri to compliment you without some sort of sarcasm or comparison.

“never knew you were some kind of superhero, that’s cool too, i guess. what was it, ironmaiden?”

“ironheart. and it’s top secret information, ma, but thanks.”

you guys make it to the end of the hall where there were two rooms across from each other. you guys walk to a different door.

“i guess i’ll see you later,” riri says, opening her door. you nod to her before entering your own room.

what did you just get yourself into?

~~~

tags:

@gardenof-venus

@rxcently

@imaginativethinking

@http-twyla

YALL IM SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG I POSTED THIS AT 3AM

[thelittlestspider]

a couple of really dumb scenes that i don't know if i'm going to keep.

taglist: @fortunatetragedy. @hiitspath. @rosesonneptune. @srchupacabra.

[Peter shows up at Matt’s brownstone when Matt and Heather come back drunk from a party. Matt holds hands with Heather, but he’s having trouble concentrating enough to navigate and keeps stumbling. Heather tries to guide him, but he ignores her. Matt laughs way too loud for the quiet morning hours and Heather giggles, shushing him.

Matt senses Peter standing outside and stumbles over to him, throwing his arms around Peter.

Matt: Peter, Peter, I’m having so much fun.

[He slurs his words. He giggles. Peter holds Matt’s arms to steady him. Matt puts his head on Peter’s shoulder.]

Peter: Buddy, you’re toasted.

[Matt rubs his face against Peter’s jacket, humming contentedly.]

Heather: Who are you?

Peter: A friend.

[Heather blinks, narrowing her eyes blearily at him in suspicion. This is definitely weird, but she’ll have to question Matt later when she isn’t so drunk.]

Peter: (to Matt) Do you want me to guide you?

[Matt sighs through his nose.]

Matt: Yeah.

[He takes Peter’s arm and lets him lead him up the steps. Matt flails behind him for Heather’s hand and she grabs it, following them inside.

Peter deposits Matt on the sofa and goes to the kitchen, coming back with two glasses of water he shoves in their hands. They sip for a moment. Heather gazes at Peter.

Heather: You’re really cute.

[Peter smiles at her.]

Peter: You’re not so bad yourself.

Heather: But why are you here?

Peter: I needed a place to crash for tonight. And to borrow clothes for an interview. I ripped all my dress shirts.

…

Peter comes out wearing a dress shirt. Matt goes to him with a satiny tie and loops it around his neck.

Heather watches from the doorway as Matt ties it for Peter, Peter’s head bent dutifully to let him. It’s strangely domestic.

Peter: You’re not attached to this stuff, are you? Y’know, just in case.

Matt: No, these are old. You can keep them.

Peter: Thanks, Matty.

[Matt smooths the material down. Not that it really does anything. Peter checks his watch.]

Peter: Shit, I gotta go.

[He quickly gives Matt a one arm hug and rushes out of the house.]

Heather: You know, I thought Foggy was the only guy in your back pocket. Like you pair bonded with him for life or something. But then I find out you’ve got this entire other secret guy sequestered away. I’m actually kind of impressed with your slutitude.

Matt: He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend.

Heather: A friend you give presents to.

[She crosses the room to wrap her arms around Matt’s waist. Matt drapes his arms around Heather’s shoulders.]

Heather: So where’d you meet cutie patoots anyway?

Matt: At work.

Heather: Like actual work, or you know…

Matt: I can’t tell you.

Heather gasps.

Heather: Which one is he?

Matt: Heather, I can’t tell you. It would violate his privacy.

Heather: But not if I guess.

Heather: Hmmm. Spiderman.

Matt tries to hold in his reaction, but Heather sees him pale. She screams in excitement.

Heather: Seriously?

Matt: You cannot tell anybody.

Heather: I promise.

Matt: Swear it.

Heather: Cross my heart, hope to die.