#i just want to look up and enjoy the view

[finelinevogue]

a musician’s day off

summary - a montage of your instagram posts with harry & the moments behind the photos

word count - ~1k

pairing - harry styles x gf!reader

Harry had been gone for too long.

Well, not from you but from the world. The public eye missed him and the stage was once again calling his name, but he was happy here. He was happy with his girlfriend and he was content with how his life was playing out for now.

His fans did miss him though.

You were good to them though, what with feeding them content every chance you thought appropriate. Harry loved how close you were with his fans and how you kept them occupied even when he was away.

You often updated them through your Instagram posts.

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y/n_l/n evening dip, anyone?

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“Harry, love, what are you doing?” You laughed as you watched him stumble trying to take off his socks.

“I’m going for a dip.”

“In a freezing cold lake?”

“It’s France… It won’t be that cold.”

Right.

You didn’t push him any further and allowed him to roll the bottom of his trousers up. You held out your phone to video him as he went near the water’s edge.

He turned his head slightly towards you, giving you a small smirk to which you rolled your eyes at, before he stepped into the very shallow water.

“Fuuuck!” He laughed.

“I won’t say I told you so, but…”

“Oh piss off.” He breathed through the cold on his feet.

“This was your idea.”

Harry walked back out of the water after having decided three seconds was enough time to dip his feet in there.

You put your phone away, tucking it safely back in your jacket pocket before moving to stand in front of Harry.

You threw your arms around his neck and brushed your body against his. Without hesitation you gave him a soft kiss, just to show your support for his freezing toes. You were a good girlfriend like that.

When you pulled away Harry’s arms clung around your waist to keep you close.

“Think your kisses are making me feel better.”

You smiled. He was too quick sometimes for you to think of a snarky comeback, so instead you shut him and his stupidity up by kissing him again.

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y/n_l/n water baby 🌊

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Harry dove into the pool as you slowly made your way down the steps into the pool.

Harry pushed his hair back off his face as he surfaced and pinched his nose from the water that had got trapped from diving, before making his way over to you.

He swam close by and stood up, below where you were stood on the steps in.

“What?” You asked, noticing him staring.

“You look so pretty, that’s all.” He smiled, wading through the water to stand closer to you.

“Don’t splash me.” You warned.

“I won’t.”

You smiled in thanks and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning down to give him a soft kiss.

He looked so healthy with his summer tan and uninterrupted schedule. The smile on his face was solely because of you, he would argue. Nothing had made him happier this past year than getting to spend every moment of it with you.

“Was thinking of writing a song tonight.” Harry stopped kissing you to let you know.

“Oh okay. What brought that on?”

“Had a lot of inspiration recently.” He shrugged. “Need to let it out.”

“Okay.” You nodded in understanding, “You going to call the guys to help?”

“Probably. Just want to feel it out for myself first, though.”

“Sounds good.”

You leaned down to kiss him some more. Perhaps these kisses would serve as even more inspiration.

Harry’s arms found their way underneath your ass and lifted you up with his arms so you sat around his waist.

You both continued to kiss the night away, as you enjoyed the last of the sun in the pool.

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y/n_l/n on wednesday’s we wear pink

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You watched on as Harry spoke to Jeff over the phone.

“No.” Harry argued.

You sat on a garden chair as you nervously bounced your leg, listening in to Harry’s side of the conversation.

The sun was shining and the grass was so green, but the day didn’t feel so perfect. Jeff had called Harry demanding that some form of music plan was confirmed soon, otherwise the record label was at risk to sue him, but Harry still wasn’t ready to go back.

He wanted more time.

More time to enjoy with you and, more importantly, more time to just be with himself.

He still felt like he had so much to learn about himself and he couldn’t do that if he was giving every bit of himself to everyone else.

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m not doing that.” Harry ran a hand through his hair - a tell that you knew meant he was getting frustrated.

Ten minutes later and he hung up the phone.

Harry sat down on the garden chair opposite you, legs spread wide to let you know that he wanted you to come and join him.

So you did.

He welcomed you sitting on his lap with open arms. You rested your head just under his chin and your hand played with his as you sat in silence.

“I’m not ready to go back.” He said quietly.

“I know. You don’t owe anything to anyone, either.”

“Sometimes feels like I do.”

You tilted your head briefly to leave him a kiss, before settling back down again.

“You don’t. I know you know that, too.”

Harry let out a big sigh and kissed your forehead lightly. “Yeah.”

“Harry, my love, you gave so much of yourself to that last tour and the first thing you said to me when you finished that last show was ‘I’m ready for a long rest now’. It’s okay to still feel like you need that rest.”

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y/n_l/n behind the scenes

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“I’ve made a list.” Harry said after he spat out his toothpaste.

“A list?” You asked.

Both of you were getting ready for bed. You wore matching robes and worked through your nightly routines in tandem.

“Mhm. A list of things I want to do before I release music again and everything else that comes with it.”

You turned to him, intrigued, “Okay?”

“Number one. I want to run a marathon.” He said, whilst applying his face rub.

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Number two. I’d really like to travel to at least one new place.”

“Such as?”

“I’m thinking Iceland actually. The Northern Lights, you know? It’s kind of romantic.” He winked at you through the large bathroom mirror, causing you to blush.

“Okay.”

“Number three and probably the most important one is I want to marry you.”

You stopped applying your moisturiser to look at him fully. You gave him a little pout and a smile, so in love with him.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. I’m ready if you are.”

“I am.” You leaned up to give him a kiss, careful not to mess up his facial routine. “But you have to ask me properly.”

“I will.” He nodded, sealing the promise with another kiss.

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request: jayce and mel decided to invite their friends with them to a beach trip, viktor isn't the type to enjoy the hot sun and being sweaty, but doesn’t mind staying under the shade away from the heat, because imagine wasting the chance to see his crush in a cute bikini.. maybe a sunscreen scene too <3

Hi Anon! I miss summer so much that I wrote this for you:

Lips Burn Too

viktorxfemale!reader explicit/mature idk it's just horny. Kinda modern uni AU. Lots and lots of yearning, Reader wears a one-piece swim suit, because I find it sexier, Jayce is a matchmaker secretly, some heated kissing, very very slight dry humping, like for a second, a very gentle Jayvik nod. Also @ihopeinevergetsoberr changed my brain chemistry and Viktor is a thigh man through and through.

word count: 2,9K

author’s note: This is for the Freaktor Nation. The still comes from One Day. I listened to Contaminado by La Femme and Mykonos by Fleet Foxes writing this if you want to check it out! Also, I'm still brainrotten from D&M, so if you see Pride and Prejudice reference, no you don't. @rennethen pre-read, merci!

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“Viktor, I beg you,” Jayce pleads, quickening his pace. For a man with a cane, Viktor is unexpectedly fast, and Jayce has to take quick steps to keep up.

“No,” Viktor replies flatly, granting Jayce nothing more.

“Viktor, look at me.” Jayce reaches out, catching Viktor’s arm to halt him. Then, to Viktor’s absolute horror, Jayce drops to his knees. In the middle of the academy corridor.

A group of passing girls giggle; one of them calls out, "Say yes!" earning the spectacle a few more turning heads.

Viktor’s mouth twitches into an involuntary smile as he leans on his cane, gazing down at his friend. “As much as I’m enjoying this, the answer is still no.”

“Viktor,” Jayce groans, bowing his head in exaggerated resignation. He sighs, rubbing his thighs as if steadying himself for further negotiation.

“Jayce,” Viktor states dryly, then asks, “Why is it so imperative that I accompany you to the beach?”

“Because,” Jayce huffs, scrambling back to his feet, “I don’t want you sulking around here while we’re all there.” He gestures vaguely toward there, as if the direction alone should be convincing. “And the sea is nice. And it’s warm. Please. I’ll bring the biggest umbrella. SPF 99. Anything you want. Just say yes,” he begs, hands gripping Viktor’s shoulders, eyes imploring.

The truth is, Jayce desperately wants to take Mel to the beach. But she, being the merciless tease she is, declared she would only go if everyone went. No particular reason—just to watch Jayce struggle.

Viktor sighs, dragging a hand down his face. It isn’t the promise of shade or excessive sun protection that gives him pause—it’s that single, fateful word: everyone.

If Jayce means what Viktor thinks he means (and he usually does), then you will be there. Which means that, had Viktor remained stubborn, he would have missed the rare opportunity to compare the version of your thighs that exists in his imagination with the reality. One in a million chance for field research. He cannot let it slip away.

Jayce watches him carefully, spotting the exact moment hesitation turns into reluctant acceptance.

Viktor exhales dramatically, purely to emphasize how troublesome Jayce is being. “Fine. I will go to the beach.”

And so, it happens the following weekend, when the sun scorches the land mercilessly, and Viktor briefly worries that his skin will sizzle under the heat—until he sees you approaching the car.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, yet it serves as the first glimpse into his ongoing research when he realises you’re wearing shorts, granting him a tantalising view of bare skin. And in that moment, he is convinced that if anything will make his skin sizzle, it won’t be the sun’s radiation, but you.

By the time you arrive at the place, Viktor’s back is already damp—partly due to the busted AC in Jayce’s car, partly because the two of you are wedged together in the back seat, pressed close by the massive umbrella Jayce insisted on bringing for him. Your thighs brush and bump against his with every pothole, and the only barrier he has—his cane—proves almost useless in keeping any distance.

His gaze fixes on your knees, and when sunlight streams through the windows, he catches the fine peach fuzz on the inner side of your thighs. He wonders if sunscreen will cling to it, momentarily turning it white before sinking into your skin. He would like it for his hands to be the ones that make it happen.

From the parking lot, he’s handed a small shoulder bag filled with fruit and a cooling container to carry. That’s when he notices—your back is damp too. Your shirt clings to your spine, outlining the shape of your bathing suit beneath. It’s a one-piece, low-cut, ending at the small of your back and leaving the rest bare. He can’t wait for you to take the outer layer off.

The cane proves useless on the sand, forcing him to lean on Jayce’s arm for support, despite Jayce’s hands being full—the umbrella swings over his shoulder, his forearms burdened with bag straps and a deflated mattress. You and Mel walk ahead, carrying blankets and towels, laughing and holding your hats against the wind.

The beach is wild and untouched, with only a handful of people scattered across the sand dunes. It’s a raw meeting place between land and sea where the elements have shaped it with no regard for humans. Old tree barks lie bleached, half-buried in the sand, twisted like grotesque limbs. The dunes rise and fall, sleepy, with their peaks crowned by scorched patches of grass that cling stubbornly to the sunbaked earth. Here, among the hollows and ridges, the world feels utterly private—hidden from prying eyes, as if nature itself conspires to keep secrets.

A gust of warm wind rushes over, catching the hem of your shirt and tugging at it insistently, exposing the curve of your waist before you press it back down. Viktor watches the way the fabric clings to you, how the heat of the day has already begun marking the skin of your neck, turning it darker. He imagines the press of the sun’s warmth sinking deeper, how it might feel beneath his hands, beneath his lips.

Sand swallows your sandal and the heat of it licks the sole of your foot as you stand on one leg to shake it off. Viktor watches the way your calve flexes in the light, pictures himself licking over the burnt skin, easing it down. His mouth goes dry, and lids grow heavy, grains catching in his eyelashes as he tries to blink the images goading his thoughts toward dangerous places away.

The spot you choose to set up camp is a hollow dip nestled among the sand hills, high enough that when you spread your blankets, the sea is visible only as a thin strip of blue on the horizon. Once everything is settled—including the wide umbrella that rattles in the wind above your heads—Jayce grunts, claps his hands together, and declares, “Alright then,” before promptly hoisting Mel upside down over his shoulder.

“I’m taking you for a swim,” he announces playfully, securing her ankles in one hand as she kicks and squirms. Her wild curls tumble downward, brushing against his back as she protests, her laughter carried away by the wind. Viktor watches as Jayce carries her off through the dunes, their figures shrinking into the distance until the crashing waves swallow the sound of her shrieks.

He settles down on the blanket and tugs his shirt off in one boyish pull, welcoming the tickling sensation of the wind against the heated skin of his back. Rolling the fabric awkwardly into a lumpy pillow, he places it beneath his head, determined to ignore the burning stare you’re directing at him.

You let the moment linger—Viktor’s eyes are closed, his lashes resting against his cheeks, and he cannot see you, you think. The wind is gentler here, in your little cloister, sending only the laziest grains of sand tumbling across his stomach as it rises and falls with his breath. They catch in the fine trail of hair that guides your gaze from his sunken navel, down between his hips, before disappearing beneath the bridge of the waistband stretched over his hipbones.

With this sliver of privacy, you undress down to your bathing suit. Viktor’s eyes crack open, his face half-shielded by the crook of his elbow as he steals a glance, masking the little act of voyeurism. You step from foot to foot, slipping free of your shorts and shirt, and he inhales deeply, trying to remain. Just remain. Just not sink into the sand under the weight of this sight.

Your thighs are as lovely as he imagined. And oh, your hips are dipped in a way that tempts his hands, as though they were shaped to be held. You ass cheeks slit diagonally by the swimsuit’s bottom, the parts peeking out from underneath it tempt his mouth to land there and his teeth to bite down so much that his jaw tightens.

He is so focused on making himself look as though he’s not looking that he doesn’t notice the sudden spurt of cold sunscreen on his stomach until it makes him jolt.

“Ah! What’s this?” he exclaims, spreading his hands apart.

“You’ll burn,” you tease, setting the bottle aside after applying some—oh…—to your thighs. And whatever Viktor had conjured in his mind does not compare to reality. Your fingers sink into your skin, leaving faint white streaks that catch on the fine hairs, turning them silver under the sunlight. When you shift just beyond the shade of the umbrella, the cream finally disappears, leaving only a satin glow and the scent of summer clinging to you.

“We are in the shade,” he mutters, transfixed, struggling to drag his eyes away.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll fall asleep, the sun will shift, and you’ll burn,” you say knowingly, motioning toward the bottle, though the amount you’ve already placed on his stomach is more than enough for his entire chest. He still hasn’t done anything about it, and it inches lazily toward the waistband of his trunks.

“I’ll have you know that I already did this before we left,” he counters, but instead of rubbing it in, he simply picks up the bottle, inspects it for a second, then tosses it aside. “And I’d burn anyway with this inferior protection.”

You snort. “Oh, please. SPF 99 is just marketing. Fifty is enough.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” The sound is barely more than a hum as you twist your arms, straining to reach your shoulder blades.

“Do you need help?” The words tumble out before he can stop them, and the bottle is back in Viktor’s hands in an instant. You nod, then glance over your shoulder just as he warms the lotion between his palms. You attempt to tease him—“So thoughtful—”

But the words die in your throat when the back of his hand brushes your hair aside, sweeping it over one shoulder.

“I am,” he says quietly. Then, a palm full of sun screen presses against the nape of your neck and stays. The heel of his hand rests on one side while his fingers stretch across to the other, spanning the delicate space where your pulse flutters, quickened beneath his touch. To his utter joy.

“Thoughtful,” he finally murmurs into your ear. And then he rubs it in—both the words and the cream. His hand slides from your neck lower and to the sides, dipping underneath the straps, rubbing the balls of your shoulders. You roll them back instinctively and inhale deeply hoping that the sound drowns in the sea.

Lower he goes. To your shoulder blades and between, where muscle meets bone, and Viktor is so painfully quiet that silent breathing becomes harder and harder to achieve. His fingers bleed not only thoughtfulness, you realise, but tenderness. It seeps into your skin, when he dares to slide beneath the material and tease your sides, and oh—the small of your back. Flat palm comes there when he pulls the stretchy band away from your body and explores, calloused pads ghosting over your sacrum.

“It’s cut rather low, isn’t it?” he hums in an attempt to offload the tension.

You chuckle, grateful and muse, “Hmm, good thing I didn’t put it on backwards then.”

“I think it depends on perspective,” he huffs a laugh and before you can answer, adds, “All done.”

You turn to face him and swing your legs over one of his. “What about you?” you ask, pointing at his belly painted white.

“I don’t know,” he breathes, so quiet that you itch to move closer. You shift again, moving one of your legs so that now you are sat with your knees bent over his thighs, your torsos facing each other.

“Do you need help?” you ask, matching his tone.

“If you’d be,” he swallows, “so thoughtful.”

His tummy sucks in involuntarily when your fingers dip into the pool of sun screen gathered at the waistband. You pull it away from his navel, scoop it up and Viktor breathes out, “Oh.” His head falls forward, foreheads nearly touching. Your hands glide up, over the flat plane below his stomach, whitening the sparse hairs there before reaching the ridges of his ribs making him exhale loudly through his nose, as he does nothing to hide what kind of effect your touch has on him.

Palms smooth over his chest, brushing his nipples, and he huffs an embarrassed laugh but still says nothing. Not until you reach his neck, where your fingers meet at his nape, tracing the hairline, then his earlobes—and that’s when he exhales a quiet, “Oh, fuck,” slipping through parted lips.

You hum, letting his forehead press against yours. Your thumbs move with intent in slow circles over the freckles dusting the column of his throat, the one above his upper lip, and the delicate skin beneath his eye. Then you inhale, a soft, measured sound, and murmur, “I’ve heard that lips burn too.”

“Is that so?” Viktor whispers, his nose brushing against yours.

Gentle fingers, bearing little to no lotion now, ghost over his mouth, and his lip quivers under the pressure. You rub, stretch, tease the tender flesh until it slips from your touch and bounces back into place. His jaw slackens, inviting—waiting—and then, when you least expect it, his tongue flickers out, hot and wanting.

Oh. You think you’ve reached the edge of indulgence, but then he redefines it for you—his lips close around your fingers, and he sucks.

“Oh, fuck, Viktor,” you moan, shameless, shifting closer. Your thighs close around his ribs, and he shudders, hips jerking forward, pressing the thick, insistent heat of him against you.

His hand closes around your wrist, thumb stroking the pulse beneath your skin when his tongue curls around the tip of your fingers, tracing every ridge and every sensitive dip. He sucks, drawing them deeper, the wet heat of his mouth sending a bolt of warmth rivalling the sun down. His teeth graze—just lightly, teasing—before he soothes the spot with another languid swipe of his tongue.

A sharp inhale catches in your throat. "Viktor—”

Your name hovers on the edge of his breath as he pulls off, lips parting with the softest pop. His pupils are dark and blown wide, fixed on your mouth like it holds the answer to something he’s been dying to know. He licks his lips before murmuring, “What about your lips?” His voice is rough, almost hoarse, and he swallows hard, the bob of his Adam’s apple visible in the dip of his throat.

You blink, breath uneven, caught between teasing and the cramp twisting your stomach. “I don’t know, Viktor,” you say innocently. Your fingers brush your own mouth, still slick from his. ��If you’d be so thoughtful.”

Viktor leans forward, twisting his fingers into your hair, his free hand slips bravely to squeeze your ass and then hook into your hip, just as he wanted. And indeed, it’s made to be held, the lovely hip of yours. His lips cover yours entirely, wet and filthy as he cocks your head back so his tongue can dip in properly. You can taste the balm of you and the salt of him as you slide your hands up his ribs again, graze your nails against his neck to finally settle into his hair. Viktor fills your mouth with moans, and they all taste so sweet you could melt.

A low groan rumbles against your chest when you roll your hips against him, hist body answering with a sharp involuntary thrust. Sand tickles your ankles as your hook them over each other behind Viktor’s back and press on him hard and Viktor swears to God, he’s about to roll you over and fuck you, because he can’t stand it, when—

“Jayce! Get out of the water, you’re burned!” Mel’s voice reaches you from the nearby.

“Shit,” you squirm, still holding his face. “You—oh God. Lay on your stomach,” you offer eyeing the tent in his trunks, apology seeping from your tone.

“Shit, indeed,” he chuckles, cheeks flushed, and he sighs, as if considering if it’s worth the risk after all. Moment lingers, but he finally untangles his legs from underneath yours and with a grunt splays flat on his belly, a book marking his innocence opens on a random page when he makes himself look engrossed in it.

Mere seconds later, Mel, looking like she was just made by the gods, emerges over the crest of the sand dune, Jayce right behind her, his nose and shoulders glaring red. His still-cold body slumps down next to Viktor in the shade. He pokes Viktor’s calf with his toe and asks, “So? Not too bad, is it?”

“Who said it was going to be bad?” Viktor responds, his nose buried in his book.

“Well, you— Ow!” Jayce hisses when Mel spurts a cold gush of sunscreen onto his back.

Viktor only smiles, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Oh no. I love the beach,” he says, grinning stupidly. “Most ardently.”

“Good to know, V,” Jayce smiles, knowing. “I’ll make sure we come more often.”

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The Story of Us: Chapter 7

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: this is the end! Thank you all for following along! That said — I’m open to write more for them in the future!

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky

Masterlist | Taglist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Valentine’s Day

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

Private Messages, Logan and Oscar/Alex/George

Private Messages, WAG Chat

Bluesky

user1: what??

user2: please say sike right now

user3: this is NOT what I wanted to wake up to…

user4: haha this is a joke right???

↳user5: it better fucking be. I can’t have my American driver off the grid…

user6: what the fuck are they thinking?

↳user7: that’s what I want to know??

↳user8: right? To piss off the y/n fans?

logansargeant: lol

↳user9: what does this mean? What do you know??? WHATS HAPPENING???

↳user10: come on and give us something please

user11: oh my god we knew it was gonna happen but I didn’t think it was gonna be so soon…

↳user12: WE KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN?? WHY WASNT I TOLD??

↳user13: yeah we knew it was gonna happen?? Since when??

↳user11: since the beginning of the year? Have you completely missed vowles dislike and shafting of Logan? How long they waited to resign him last year?

↳user14: the shafting is real — Logan has scored more points for Williams this year and he still got his car taken away…

↳user12: but Logan??

↳user11: I knowwwwww. I can’t say goodbye to Logan…

Bluesky

user15: no but for real! They’ve been so quiet about all of this…

↳user16: that’s so sus…

user17: right??? There has been NOTHING but that strange lol from Logan and complete silence from y/n!

↳user18: I know we’re going into summer break but I’m gonna need literally ANYONE to say something about this situation

user19: I just bet y/n has something up her sleeves…

↳user19: she’s been too quiet for something this big…

↳user20: she better!

y/n

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y/n: mornings, noons, and nights with you 🩵

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logansargeant: I’ll spend all my days with you

↳y/n: 🩵🩵

↳user25: ok but what does this mean?? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

↳user26: PLEASE

user22: couple goals!

↳user23: do I want to be y/n? Or do I want to be Logan?

↳user24: how about a secret 3rd option?

oscarpiastri: enjoying your break?

↳y/n: I always enjoy my time with Logan!

user27: the hand paintings though…

↳user28: look at the size difference there though!

↳user29: I want that so much

lilyzneimer: can’t wait to see you guys later!

↳y/n: counting down the days, lovely

↳user30: what do I have to do to become part of this friend group??

carmenmmundt: it was a pleasure to see you again 💚

↳y/n: you too, darling

↳user31: hello jealously my old friend

user21: so gorgeous!

alexandrasaintmleux: You, Kika, and I definitely need to get together soon with our fur babies!

↳y/n: literally name the time and place — Marshmellow and Croissant will be there!

↳francisca.cgomes: Simba and I are packing our bags right now!

↳alex_albon: Lily, Otter, and I are feeling neglected right now!

↳y/n: Lily and Otter are very welcome!

↳alex_albon: what??

↳lilymhe: we’re on our way!

↳iamrebeccad: so are Piñón and I!

↳charles_leclerc: what about us?

↳carlossainz55: you are stealing my dog?

↳alex_albon: a lot of dogs?

↳y/n: girls and fur babies only!

↳logansargeant: and me?

↳y/n: of course!

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logansargeant: summer breaks spent with you 🩵🤍

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y/n: nowhere else I’d rather be 🤍🩵

↳user32: oh my god the matching hearts…

oscarpiastri: thanks for the invitation out

↳logansargeant: it was just what we needed to end the summer break!

↳y/n: always

↳user33: they hosted a bonfire 🥹🥹

↳user34: I need to know who all was there!

↳user33: oh same…

alex_albon: ok but where were you feeding the giraffes??

↳logansargeant: 😂😂 sent you the info dude

↳alex_albon: thanks mate

↳logansargeant: 😉

user34: i so so so love the relationship between Logan and the rest of the grid…

↳user35: don’t really care for how long it took to develop though…

charles_leclerc: the drive-in was particularly amazing!

↳y/n: I told you! Best way to watch a Disney movie

↳user36: they also hosted a movie night?!?

↳logansargeant: we did!

user37: ok but is no one gonna talk about the painting picture???

↳user38: no you’re right we really need to talk about it good lord…

↳user39: back muscles 🤤🤤🤤🤤

↳user40: but imagine her sitting on him to draw that…

↳user41: that’s hot 🥵

Bluesky

user42: YES!

↳user43: HES BACK!!

user44: what? But wait what?

↳logansargeant: I’m driving for Williams next year! Hope this helps

↳user44: only slightly!

oscarpiastri: glad to see you’re back!

↳logansargeant: never actually left

↳user50: please give us something more than this

alex_albon: great! I didn’t want to have to break in a new teammate

↳y/n: no new teammates here!

↳logansargeant: not for a while at least…

↳user51: ok but now you’re just doing this to be mean…

oscarpiastri: did you really have to copy my tweet?

↳logansargeant: i absolutely did, thanks for the template

Bluesky

user52: THE EVIL HAS BEEN DEFEATED?!?

↳user54: Santa thank you for the early Christmas gift — I promise I’ll never ask for anything else ever again…

↳user52: same!

alex_albon: Thanks for all the support these past 2 seasons! It was an honor to work with you

↳user55: that’s such a dry af comment

↳user56: must have been a hard team to work with…

user57: and if I say y/n…

↳user58: no this has her hands all over it

↳user59: seriously?? Do you think she’s the answer to everything??

↳user57: everything? No. To this? Yes

↳user58: if it has to do with Logan? Absolutely

logansargeant: You’ll be missed in the garage

↳user60: ok no this is a dry as shit comment!

user61: I’m so used to giving and now I’m receiving!!

user62: bye bye LOSER

user63: 🙏🙏🙏🙏

user64: GET GONE!

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f1: Logan Sargeant has been signed to the Williams family on a multi-year contract

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user65: our emotional support American driver!!

user66: WTF is a kilometer!!

user67: caw caw 🦅🇺🇸

↳logansargeant: the cry of my people!

↳user68: makes us proud Logan!!

oscarpiastri: congrats Logan!

↳logansargeant: thanks dude!

↳user69: now it’s your turn Oscar! Get that long term contract!

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logansargeant: she said yes!

On a more serious note, y/n you are everything to me — the light of my life, the moon and stars in my nights, the best part of my brightest days and the comfort in the darkest nights. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me and I praise it everyday. I’ve been ever so blessed to be by your side and I’ve never been happier when you said yes.

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oscarpiastri: Congratulations!

alex_albon: So happy for you!

y/n: Oh Logan…there was never any doubt that I would say yes. Loving you, being with you, choosing to spend my life with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done and I wouldn’t change a thing that led us to where we are now.

↳logansargeant: 🩵🩵

carmenmmundt: So lovely! Congratulations

alexandrasaintmleux: oh you’ll be such a beautiful bride!

georgerussel63: Felicitations!!

lilyzneimer: Congrats on finally asking the question Logan! And congratulations to you both!

↳logansargeant: I had to make sure everything was right first! But thank you

↳y/n: oh Logan…everything is right with you 💜💜

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More Notes

This is slightly opened ended — I have no idea what goes into owning a team, who should be team principal…and I don’t know if I’ll ever write that out. I might write their wedding one day though…

[wooyokitty]

Ateez's roles during intimacy headcannons (top/bottom/switch, dom/sub)

!!warnings will be located above each members headcannon, but these are the warnings altogether!!: dacryphilia, falling asleep during sex (hj), hwa is turned heavily on by kisses/sucking tongues, praising (reader receives - yh, jh, wy), yunho loves hearing you moan, cumming untouched (yh receiving), vanilla (ys, jh) san is vocal and sensitive, preferred rough sex (mg receiving), praise kink (mg receiving), edging, overstimulation, post orgasm torture, wooyoung is into bdsm and being tied up, jongho values intimacy to a high extent a/n: ok so funny story, i view like all of them as switches but i tried not to just label them all like that bcz then it would be boring!! also plz lmk if i missed any tags, i am very blind sometimes </33. i hope yall enjoy. (ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON TUMBLR.. give me feedback PLZ! also i didnt proofread this well.. sorry if theres spelling mistakes.)

hongjoong- switch/dom

MENTIONS OF: dacryphilia, joong falling asleep during sex

he would def be one of those guys that are dominant no matter the position, if youre on top or not, like i imagine him guiding you while youre topping him, telling you everything you should do as youre grinding on him ughimgonnalosemymind AND if youre bottoming, he would be so HOTBROOO... im telling you, he would be so stressed and pent up after overworking himself at the studio, that once he got home and saw you, he would just take it out on you and fuck you into the next morning... or, he'd be so tired that he would just have lazy sex with you n fall asleep with him inside of you <33

HONORABLE MENTION - sub joong: there WOULLDD be times where hes submissive but its very rare. hes def the type you would need to fight dominance for, and when you won, it would be SO worth it. once he lets go, he LETS GO. im talking loud whines, gasps, moans, all of the sorts. he would start crying if you continued to ride/fuck him because it became too much for him to handle </33 UGHH im going crazy.

seonghwa- switch/sub

MENTIONS OF: hwa being turned heavily on by kisses/sucking tongues

ok, like do i even have to explain him being a sub? I KNOWWW YALL SAW THE CLIP OF HIM PUTTING HIS FINGERS INTO HIS MOUTH AT THE CONCERT.

for seonghwa, i feel like he would be quiet, but still make noise.. ywkim? like soft moans, but still audible. he def gets louder as he gets closer, gasping and begging for you to help him bring him to his orgasm quicker. he would also be the type to get really sleepy after sex, leaving you to clean him up (and yourself) to your best extent and then wait for you both to take a shower when he wakes up. i feel like he would be REALLY into kisses too, idk if thats random </3. like he would get so worked up during kisses, and god forbid you kiss him during sex.. he would start whimpering so pathetically HJDHDFS. ESPECIALLY sucking tongues, he would get so hard at the thought of sucking your tongue, or you sucking his tongue..

yunho- service top/softdom

MENTIONS OF: praising (reader receives), yunho loves hearing you moan, yunho cumming untouched

yall see it too, right? surely..

yunho just SCREAMSSS service top, like AGHGHG. he would be the type of boyfriend that just focuses mainly on YOU. your pleasure is his pleasure, and he would do anything without question, just to make you happy. i feel like he'd also be the type to whisper praises into your ear, complimenting everything about you. he would tell you how well youre doing, how perfect you look, and more. he would also like any positions where he could clearly see your face. he wants to see for himself how well he's doing for you, and how much you like it. yunho also enjoys hearing you, especially if youre shy with being vocal during sex. he would heavily encourage you to just let go of the embarrassment, and when you do, he would melt at the beautiful sounds coming out of you. it would turn him on so badly. he just in general gets off to pleasing you, even if its by oral, and he doesnt physically pleasure himself, and only you. just watching your expressions would make him cum untouched <33

yeosang- bottom/sub

MENTIONS OF: yeosang being vanilla, idk

ok, i know yall are gonna fight me for this, but i can HARDLY see yeosang as a dom, and ill lyk why; he just seems so shy and just oblivious. of course, he understands sex - hes a grown man - but UGHH. idont knowww.

he would be one of those guys with a very low sex drive, living for all the cute moments that couples have. when yall are intimate, its basically still the same. he would be so embarrassed and shy during sex, and you would live off it. when you teased him, he would barely be able to tell you what he wanted (you obviously knew, just wanted him to tell you verbally), his face would flush and he would whine softly, quietly telling you what he wanted in a somehow non-explicit way. yeosang is one of those guys that would be into passionate sex more than rough sex. he wants to face you, just like yunho. he wants you to lather him with love, show him how much you love him in every way possible. hes vanilla, but if you wanted to try something less soft with him, then he would agree, just to see if he may have a liking for it (which he sometimes does like, but not more than just vanilla sex).

san- service top/switch/sub

MENTIONS OF: san being vocal and sensitive

DUDE. I FEEL LIKE SOOO MANY WILL DISAGREE WITH THIS BUT, THE LIVES HE HAS WHEN HES JUST SO SOFT AND BEING POUTY.. hes such sub dont even ttm.

he would also do just about anything to satisfy you, whether it be him pleasing you or you pleasing him. just seeing you happy is enough for him. you want him to fuck you? he'll be right here ready. you want him to give you head? of course, anything for you. you wanna fuck him? well, shit, he loves that too. you wanna give HIM head? of course, ask and he will agree with no hesitation. he likes both rough and soft sex equally, so hes okay with giving or receiving it either way, it doesnt matter to him. when hes serving you, he would be so vocal, fucking you or not. he just gets so worked up at how you react, that he can almost imagine how it feels for you, too. and GOD, when hes receiving? dont even think about having guests over, unless you want them to have a clear idea of whats going on. he would be so sensitive without any touch prior, that when you did anything to him, he would be squirming, gasping, and murmuring incoherent words. when you actually begin to do anything to him, you would need to kiss him to keep him just a little quieter, but trying to actively silence him just makes him turned on for some reason, so its almost to no avail. his moans would be long and low dsjfskdfjks.. and when he cums he would be thrashing from the pleasure.

(sorry can u tell im better at writing when theyre subs)

mingi- service top/switch/sub

MENTIONS OF: preferred rough sex (mg receiving), praise kink (mg receiving), edging, overstimulation, post orgasm torture

another one yall might beat me up for </3 its NOT my fault.. he likes being called princess, i cant imagine him being 100% dominant AND a top..

mingi is the type of guy that acts dominant outside of intimacy, but then that mask would melt as soon as things got intimate. mingi would think he has to be a top, especially if hes in a relationship with someone whos a bottom. he has no problem with topping, especially if he sees that you enjoy it. seeing you be fulfilled with how mingi pleasures you is all he needs. he would be a very obvious sub, though. i feel like, while fucking you, mingi would def be the one making more sounds, and although hitting all the right spots in you, his body language would still give anybody the idea that somethings up. he lives to hear you praise him as hes pleasuring you, it gives him more stamina and confidence. if you told him you were dominant, he would immediately feel relieved. although wanting to make sure you feel good, he knew that anything you wanted would obviously make you feel good if you offered it, so he didnt need to worry about that part. when receiving, mingi would prefer rough sex. he wants you to to just absolutely ruin him whether it be edging him for hours, overstimming him, post orgasm torture, or any of the sorts. he would die for his partner to break him in any way possible.

wooyoung- switch leaning bottom/softdom

MENTIONS OF: praising (reader receiving), wooyoung is into bdsm and being tied up

OKAY, bottom and softdom might not make sense for wooyo, but stay with me. youll understand it...

wooyoung can top, and hes pretty good at it, but nothing compares to the ecstasy he feels when hes bottoming. he loves letting you take control, but at the same time not. the most control youd get is topping him, but wooyoung would lead just about everything else. he would let out nice, high-pitched moans as he praises you for how good you feel when hes inside you.

HONORABLE MENTION - sub wooyoung: if he were submissive, i can guarantee he would be such a kinky little fuck. he would be into heavy bdsm and things under that topic. he wants nothing more than to be tied up at your mercy, unable to control the power you have over him - it makes him so turned on.

jongho- top/softdom?

MENTIONS OF: jongho preferring vanilla sex, praising (reader receiving), jongho values intimacy to a high extent

jongho was the hardest one for me to decide, i feel like hes very obviously a top&&dom, but i just feel like somethings missing..

jonghos sex drive would also be very low, like yeosang. the first time that sex was initiated was after a few months after the two of you got together, and it wasnt even him, but you. jongho would be one that takes sex and just straight up intimacy seriously. he wouldnt see it as something to just do whenever, he wants to make sure the time is right for the both of you. jongho would like vanilla sex for a lot of the time, unless you were to suggest something, but even then, he'd hesitate before agreeing and just seeing if he liked it or not. jongho would def be mostly quiet during sex, if not, just letting out small groans here and there. you would just be getting praised and cherished by jongho the entire time, showing how much he values the intimate time between the two of you.

[melanchoire]

What about a gp! Wonyoung Intimacy while in the warm baths. Make out while showering or while in the tub, I'm living for soft and gentle dom Wonyoung!

-💋

kinda shit 💔 sorry guys, i feel like my brain is DYING and i’m not having much imagination to answer some old asks (old=the first days of march.) BUT before deleting all the requests in my inbox i prefer to take a little more time to write them 😭

cw: cockwarming.

there’s nothing wonyoung loves more than taking hot baths with you 💕 it’s probably one of the only (or the only) moments where wonyoung can finally take a break from her life as an artist and and a moment where she can clear her mind and think about herself

and there is nothing wonyoung loves more than cockwarming 😊 then better than having you sit on her lap looking at her, warming up her cock while you let her take care of you and give you the warm relaxing bubble bath you so deserve.

but it’s nothing too sexual, just you and wonyoung spending quality time together, massaging each other’s shoulders from time to time, applying hair creams such as shampoo or conditioner to each other’s hair and massaging and scratching the scalp, using a bath bomb in the tub that’s your favorite flavor and enjoying it when the water starts to take on the color and scent of the bomb… wonyoung would also do the silly thing of taking foam on her finger and touching the tip of your nose to leave a small amount of foam, smiling foolishly in a way that makes her eyes squint cutely 😭💕

and if you’re in the mood enough this can end with you riding her cock 😁 wonyoung wouldn’t mind if you wanted to take your time and go at a slower, gentler pace because you don’t have enough energy for an intense heated sex session today, allowing you to rest your hands on her shoulders to use them as support to do your work, on her part placing her hands on your hips and caressing your sides, loving the way you close your eyes as you sigh and simultaneously throw your head back, giving her a beautiful view of your neck covered by the bite marks and purple hickeys she left on your skin a while ago

and of course wonyoung is super loving and softie with aftercare! i don’t know if you guys know, but wonyoung recently said in an interview that she prefers to take care of others rather than be the one taken care of, so wonyoung will always be the big spoon at all times (there are times when she can be submissive too! you know, subby wonyoung is a lifestyle we love 👀) but most of the time she would rather take care of you and treat you like your baby a thousand times over than let you be the one in charge because she prefers to take care of others

[vinnyvamppp]

Hi!! Could I please get a smut fic of a plus size reader x Mark (invincible) however you want to do it!

Head Game

Note: THE TITLE IS SO CORNY LMFAOOO but ofc! did I wake up at 6 am to eagerly type this up before class, yes, yes I did. Enjoy! Synopsis: He's been distant lately but he's willing to do anything to make it up to you... even beg if he has to.

Warnings: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Oral (Male receiving), Pussy Eating, Switch!Mark Grayson (I will die on this hill), Switch!Reader, Clitoral Stimulation, 69, Bodily Praise, Based on Comics (he loved chubby Atom Eve), Plot changes for convenience, Munch activities, Porn w a Plot, etc.

Mark Grayson x Plus Sized Reader (he just like me fr) Word Count: 1,413

He was a beautiful disaster, a man undone by the weight of the world yet somehow still standing. Every fight, every failed relationship, and every argument built upon his shoulders as a burden. His personal issues ruined your moments alone, collapsing beside you on the rooftop where you once watched the sunrise in peaceful silence. You should’ve felt guilty, your fingers carving the sorrow on his face as he melted within your grasp. In the quaint, sun-kissed streets of Mark’s neighborhood, you were left unoccupied in his room. He had made an excuse of needing to leave; a pang of disappointment lingered at the supposed “study session” you two were having.

Just where did he leave to? This was becoming a concern of yours hearing as his friend, William, absentmindedly reeled on about his past relationships failing due to his absences. Surely, he was trying to help, but the banter did little to ease your worries than it did to cause laughter.

Unbeknownst to you, he soared through the sky like a bat out of hell; he was eager to return to you, to rest against the soft warmth of your body. He couldn’t care less about body rolls, he enjoyed the contrast between his hardened muscles and the plushness of your figure. Nights like those could be better than sex; his mind would claim innocence as he buried his growing erection into the blankets. His body revealed everything his mouth could barely mutter. Even now, your image, scent, and taste filled his mind. A sweet kiss could melt his problems, yes.

That was until he stumbled through his window to see you adorned in one of his spandex costumes.

Standing in front of the mirror, your fingers prodded at the material. It was snug, snapping to adjust to your body like a glove. Something about it was elegant and supple as it carved out the soft rolls of your skin, shaping you like the Greek Goddess Aphrodite. If you had known this sooner, maybe you would’ve sought a lab to grant you powers. Who were those geniuses he was constantly fighting? The Mauler Twins, right? Hearing an abrupt crash, your head turned to meet the winded frame of your boyfriend.

“Mark… does this suit make my butt look bigger?” You asked, as you continued to observe him. His surprise turned into a grin as he slowly approached you, his fingers pulling the mask from his face as messy tussles of hair fell into view. “No, no, it just makes it look… even better.” He replied, his eyes absorbing the sight in front of him. You smiled gingerly, rolling your eyes at his enthusiasm. “Really? Are you sure you’re not saying that to make me feel better—?” The minute the words left your lips, he was already behind you with his fingers tapping against your hips. “I mean it! Seriously, I’m not in any rush for you to lose weight. You look great.” He admitted, clearly he loved his women with curvature.

Planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, he gently spun you around as your lips met, a grin etching across his face. The kiss was soft and subtle, yet filled with tender affection. Your lips, warm and inviting, brushed against his, sending shivers down his spine. The gentle pressure caused the sweetest sigh to bubble from his throat. Like the horny, high-libido man you knew, a firm bulge caressed your thigh. The contact itself made him groan. Pulling you towards the bed, you two chuckled as you clumsily landed. “I’ve thought about this all day… You have no idea.” He murmured, watching as you began to undress. “Well, Mark Grayson, you’ll have to make it up to me for being late.” You replied, both of your hands working to get him out of that tight contraption of a suit.

Once his costume was pried off, he didn't waste any time removing yours. The sight of you nearly making him short circuit. “I wanna try something.” He interjected, flopping himself against the bed; he guided you to turn and straddle him. “Could… could you sit on my face?” He asked gingerly. “What…?” You asked, turning to face him, more surprised than anything. “I mean, not if you don’t want to, but I would really like it if you could. You’re so so sososo sexy to me—and this is my, uhm, attempt at making it up to you?” He rambled as you laughed, “Well, what are you waiting for?” You said rhetorically to feel a pair of strong hands yank you backwards. He usually handled you with such grace, not this time, not when your pussy was practically calling out to him.

The fat of your ass and thighs smothered him; he groaned with gratification, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he leaned in. Breathing? He didnt need to. Your weight? He couldn’t care less. His first lick is slow and deliberate, starting at your entrance and trailing down to your clit. You gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He takes his time, exploring every inch of your pussy with his tongue. He circles your clit, flicking it with the tip before sucking it between his lips. His hands slide up to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against his face as he feasts on you. You moaned loudly, your hands fisting in the sheets as he worked you over with his talented tongue.

Just as you could feel yourself growing closer, his sounds grew nearly deafening. He sounded starved, greedy even, as your juices coated his lips. The wet smacks of him absolutely ravaging you between his own moans were plentiful. Truly, your pleasure was also his, especially when you’ve confidently declared you could handle his strength; he would bully you with his tongue. Staring just below you, you notice beads of precum weeping from his tip. Without warning, your thumb swipes over the head, earning a strangled hiss from behind. Pressing a gentle kiss around his tip, you engulfed him inside of your mouth without caution. His cock already tapping against your uvula as it twitched. The amount of pre-cum was overwhelming, the lubrication allowing your mouth to glide with ease. Just as you added the perfect amount of teeth into the mix to caress the sensitive veins of his dick, his hips attempted to pull away as a measly whine echoed. Your hands held him in place. “Ss– shit…! Wait, wait,” he pleaded, not because he didn’t feel good but because he was worried he’d cum too quickly. “What the fffuuuuck? When did you get so good at this?” An absentminded rasp left him as he grunted. Your head continued to bob; when you tried to respond, the vibration made him jolt. “D-Dont do that!” He said, making you chuckle. That wasn’t nice.

This time, he doesn't hold back. His tongue delves deep inside you, lapping up your juices as he tongue-fucks you hard and fast. Your combined moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. It felt like a competition of sorts, one you both would lose. His toes curled slightly as he grew taut. The grip on you tightens as his body threatens to manhandle you, only stopping as the welcoming canal of your throat glides against him. Bringing two fingers to your cunt, his fingers rapidly rub over the bundle of nerves, his tongue unrelenting as your mouth is filled to the hilt. “Oooh… shit, mmph–.” It was sudden, your hips lifting as your orgasm approached. “Nononono, c-come back, princess.” He nearly sounded cocky as he chased after you. His hips bucked into your mouth as your hands massaged his balls, and holy shit, he was getting dizzy. That's when, in a moment of retaliation, his teeth gently scrape against your clit, causing an unfamiliar spark to snap within your core. You both cried in unison, you going limp as he recovered like it was nothing, his appearance frazzled. "Did I do good?" he asks, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

You grin up at him, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You did more than good," you purr. "Now get up here and fuck me already." He chuckles, his hardness pressing against your thigh as he positions himself at your entrance. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

Guys, should I do some more fics where the reader isn't human? y'know Grayson men looove their alien gfs.

[writingwisterias]

need a steamy fic where leon find his gf so gorgeus in a certain dress so he fucked her in it, in other words, that damn dress aint leaving her body all night 😵

Hiiii! I hope you enjoy this! I wanted to do a little drabble with porn/no plot! Just to keep the pallet fresh. Its not proof read so hopefully it's okay.🩷

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Dom Leon, Mirror sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie,

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Oh you fucked up. Leon's cock swiped away at your core, gathering the slick mess that began to drip down your pussy. "Did you really think I was going to let you out in this dress?" He grunted in your ear, pressing you against your vanity stool. You should have known not to pick this one dress out, the one that got his attention in the first place. Your anniversary dinner was now going to be ruined all because you thought a little bit of nostalgia didn't hurt anyone.

"Leon...please, I just wanted to look good" you whimpered as he kissed down the side of your neck. Tugging on your hair to lift your body into view. "Oh you do look good...just too good" he whispered.

His trousers weren't even pulled down properly, if you hadn't known the history of the dress you would have assumed he was on some aphrodisiac. All you did was walk out of the closet to show off your attire and now he had you soaking wet and completely under the spell of his cock.

He moved you forward in line with the mirror in the wardrode, sliding his cock between your thighs allowing the softness to caress his hard length. You watched his tip appear glistening with pre-cum that was then smeared along the inside of your thigh when it retreated. You hadn't seen him like this in a while, so needy and desperate for you that he was now making a complete mess of your legs.

He grunted as he sat back on the pink stool, spreading his legs enough for you to slide on his cock between them. You looked at the mirror, your breast cupped perfectly in the blue fabric, your waist snatched before it was met where the rest of the dress was bunched up around your hips. You groaned at the stretch of him once he shealthed himself inside of you. Not waiting to begin his punishing pace as he pulled you onto him.

You tried to lean back, to use his body as support. To hide away in his neck from the view of his cock entering and leaving. The arousal throbbed at your cock, the sight turning you on more than you ever thought he could. You should know by now not to underestimate him. "Nuh uh, look at how pretty you are....you know other men would have looked at you like this"

Leon's hand gripped your chin, forcing your face away from his neck to watch the display. To watch what he was doing to you. "Every man would look at these tits...watch them bounce like this as you walked beside me"

You moaned as he cupped them, the nipple hardening through the fabric reminding you of their presence as his fingers swiped across them. Your arms moved behind you, wrapping around his neck as you enlongated your body, stretching it so he could drive his cock further. "Leon-" you whimpered, your core tighting as he didn't give up his assault.

"we are doing to dinner with my cum spilling down your legs, you'll sit there all night feeling me drip out of you"

You nodded pathetically at his words, whining and pleading for his cum. To feel his warm fill you. Leon groaned as he felt your walls milk him, squeeze his cock so perfectly just as you did Everytime he fucked you. As you orgasmed around his cock it was just what he needed to spill inside of you. You watched his cum spill out around his balls, his trousers soaking up the mess that dribbled. Your thighs were sticky with his pre-cum soon to be joined with the rest of his release as he pulled out of you.

"We'll be late come on" He spoke, slowly lifting you off his cock. He held your hands as you stood, your legs weak from being spread over his lap. Leon helped adjust your dress, pulling the fabric back over your hips where it cupped your ass perfectly.

"We best leave quickly before we don't leave at all"

[insomniadreamzz]

I want all of you

G!P Powder x Fem!Reader

Contains G!P ofc, overstimulating, no protection, dom!Reader, Sub!Powder

Well since all of you waited for this and wanting this so much I am ofc giving it to you ❤️

———

You knew Powder felt a little insecure about her size, she was always shyly looking away whenever you started to go further from making out like you were right now.

Of course you made sure to reassure your girlfriend, wanting to make her feel more relaxed. It’s not the first time you saw her naked but there was still a hint of nervousness coming from her. „Come on baby…you know I love you just the way you are. Don’t be shy.“ You mentioned as your hand slowly ran up and down her shaft, making her squirm under your touch. Powder bit down on her lower lip, her eyes looking down at you, making eye contact as she let out a soft hum. „M-Mhhn…I know.“ She answered, her cock getting hard in your hand. You were already so wet by just seeing her like that, it turned you on so much. The size of her cock wasn’t big but just perfect for you. She was perfect enough to hit your special spot and that’s what you were yearning for, getting up to take off your panties before positioning yourself on top of Powder, your wet folds rubbing against her, making her cock wet with your slick, gaining a soft moan from her as she placed her hands on your hips.

„That’s much better…you know I love to feel you inside me.“ You tease, raising your hips as you then let her slip inside of you, making you moan out softly at the good feeling of her filling you. You saw Powders expression soften as she felt just as good, humming softly. „Fuck…you feel so good..“ She said, keeping her hands on your hips while you moved, riding her cock.

Of course you didn’t think about stopping. You exactly knew what Powder liked even though she acted shy in the beginning, you knew she couldn’t get enough of you just like you couldn’t get enough of her. Your movements got faster as soon as you got used to her cock inside of you, your wetness dripping down on Powders thighs.

The room got filled with the sounds of your moaning and the wet sounds your bodies made, knowing Powder was close when her painted nails were digging into your skin, making you smirk. „Are you gonna cum? Mh?? That’s okay just cum in me, I want it all.“ You said with a seductive voice, making her moan out in return, making you feel her cock pulse inside of you as she released her cum inside of you but you didn’t stop, you kept on moving, riding her even more harder than before, feeling a bit of cum dripping out of you, already knowing you will cause a mess on the sheets. Your own juices squirting out of you as you came as well, your pussy clenching around her cock, wanting more.

„Fuck-..fuck please! I-I am so sensitive-…ah!“ Powder whined, grabbing you more tighter, her cock was still hard, making you know she was still turned on even though she felt sensitive right now and overstimulated. „It’s okay baby you can give me another one can you?“ You kept on teasing her between your moans, keeping on riding her as your pussy clenched more on her, you felt just as sensitive but didn’t show it, wanting to be in control and get all of your girlfriend.

You kept on riding her for a while, Powder had already her second orgasm, more cum dripping down her balls since you were too full of her but you wanted more, a third one. You tried hard to hold back your own orgasm so you could manage to milk more cum out of her.

Powder lost her mind at the intense pleasure, her nails leaving marks on your hips snd her eyes rolled back into her head, the only thing she could do now was moaning and whining, babbling something inaudible as her mouth hung open. You enjoyed the view so much it turned you on even more. „F-Fuck…fuck yes cum into me again, make me full. I want to get every…single…ngh!…drop.“ You leaned down kissing her as you both moaned into each others mouth before rising up again to slam your hips down as you rode her hard and fast, feeling your own orgasm getting closer. „Ah! God-…fuck! I am gonna cum, I am gonna c-…“ You got cut off by your own orgasm moaning loudly as your legs were shaking of the intense orgasm, making her cum as well with a loud moan, filling you up once again. Powder really wanted to give you all she had, to give you everything you wanted and it satisfied you. You collapsed on top of her, her arms wrapping around you as you both panted heavily, her cock still buried inside of you. „P-Please I can’t-…“ Powder started but you cut her off with a gentle kiss before smiling. „It’s okay you did a very good job my love.“

Soon you got off Powder, seeing the tip of her cock being all red, she must feel so sore already, making you pout playfully. „Awh…my poor baby.“ You mentioned before leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of her cock, making Powder groan as her body shivered at the contact.

„Anything for you my love.“ Powder answered, making you smile happily. You knew you had to spoil her the next day to make up for that torture. And you will.

[chizuke]

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Streamer!Seungmin x fem reader, dubcom (reader doesn’t know she's being recorded) enjoy!

Seungmin spent the ENTIRE day gaming with his friends, Felix, Jeongin, and Jisung. Of course, this was his job after all, he's a streamer and gaming YouTuber. But you couldn’t help feeling left out, especially since Seungmin started playing this new game that got tons of views and positive responses. He and the guys were so pumped and focused on making content for their audience. Normally, you wouldn’t mind, but today was Saturday! It was supposed to be your day with Seungmin.

It was probably after 8 PM when you decided to head into the room. You knew Seungmin wasn’t streaming, just recording, so it wouldn’t really be a big deal if you walked in they could always edit you out later. In your best attempt to seduce him, you wore nothing but an oversized shirt with Seungmin's name on the back, no panties or bra. You opened the door quietly, hoping to surprise him.

What you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was in a video call with his friends, who could all see you. “Hey dude, your girlfriend,” probably Jeongin, warned him. He just ignored them, waiting for you to get closer, as you draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Minnie… I’m feeling needy.” You pouted, basically begging for his cock. His friends' reactions were instant. “Dude, how the hell do you have a girl this hot at home and you’re still here playing with us? Are you gay, Seungmin?” Jisung asked, laughing in disbelief. Felix, who had been quiet up to this point, chimed in boldly, “You know… I’ve always thought Seung’s girlfriend was pretty hot. I wouldn’t mind a little show.”

You couldn’t hear any of this, of course, since Seungmin had his headphones on. But your boyfriend was pissed he’s always been the jealous type. Thinking it wouldn’t be so bad to show his friends just how hot you were and that you were his, he thought, sure, they could watch and want you, but they’d never be able to touch. “Is that right? Then why don’t you be a good girl and suck my cock? That’s all the prep you’re getting, doll, so you better suck it well.” Seungmin could hear his friends freaking out through his headphones, unable to believe he was actually going through with it. He leaned back to give you space to kneel between his legs, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his already hard cock to spring free.

He knew he was big and wanted those three idiots on the call to know that this was the only cock that could satisfy you. He made sure to adjust the webcam just enough so they could see the scene, without you noticing. Kneeling between his legs, you gave his tip a little kiss first. “I love your cock,” your voice was full of need. You spit on it, spreading the saliva with your hand before finally taking him into your mouth. You started slow, licking and swirling your tongue around the head, just the way he liked.

Working the rest of his length with your hand, you gradually took more of him into your mouth, small gagging sounds escaping as his cock finally hit the back of your throat. Meanwhile, the noise from Seungmin’s headphones was deafening. He thought about turning them off but decided the satisfaction of hearing his friends want you but not having you was better. “Holy shit, how the hell do you have a throat goat like this at home and you’re not fucking that throat all the time, man?” Felix’s voice cracked, clearly affected by the sight. Seungmin chuckled. You looked up at him, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue swirling around his shaft. “Fuck, you’ve got such a good mouth,” Seungmin groaned, gripping your hair tightly.

“Dude, she sucks good, but please, I need to see her take that cock in her pussy, Seung. Don’t you want to show us how much your little girlfriend loves a good fuck?” Jisung, impatient as always, said. Seungmin had had enough too, or else he would’ve come in your mouth. He pulled you off his cock by your hair and made you sit on his lap, smirking when he saw you were completely naked under the shirt. “Damn, you naughty slut, walking around like this, just waiting for me to fill your holes. I’m gonna stuff your pussy full of cum,” Seungmin moaned into your ear, loud enough for the guys to hear on the call. He made sure you spread your legs, one on either side of his thighs, wide enough for them to not only see your pretty pussy but your tight ass as well.

“Shit, Seungmin, that’s unfair. Have you done anal with her yet? Please tell me you have,” Jeongin, clearly out of breath, asked. Everyone in the group knew how obsessed Jeongin was with anal. Seungmin slapped his cock against your pussy before slowly sinking inside, savoring the way your tight walls wrapped around him. “Fuck, how do you keep this pussy so tight?” He could still hear the buzzing from the guys through his headphones, but he wasn’t paying attention anymore. He started thrusting upwards while pulling your hips down. Your sweet moans and the way your pussy clung to his cock were driving him wild. Seungmin picked up the pace, his mind only focused on cumming deep inside you, but he remembered he needed to give his friends a show. So, he shoved two fingers into your mouth, playing with them.

When he thought they were wet enough, he slowly slid one into your ass, and then the second, all while fucking your pussy hard. He scissored his fingers inside you, making sure to put on a good show while also giving you pleasure. Seungmin could hear Jeongin, Felix, and Jisung losing it on the other end, and the obvious sounds of them jerking off. His fingers in your ass only made your pussy squeeze tighter around his cock, pushing him to the edge, but the final straw was you. “Seung, please cum inside me, I want your cum so bad, I need it, please? I love your cock, I’m close,” your desperate whines were all it took for him to shoot three thick loads deep inside you.

Panting, he pulled out of you, his cum making a mess between the two of you. He could also hear the other guys finishing. Deciding that was enough, he pulled off his headphones and ended the call. “Good job, baby, you were so good.” He kissed your hair, and you moaned in response before remembering something. “Uh, Minnie, was the camera recording?” your voice sounded worried and embarrassed, though you knew it’d be easy to delete the video. “Oh? No, babe, don’t worry.”

[leashybebes]

However— well, is Tommy a reliable narrator to himself? Sure, Eddie basically stopped talking to him, but what about Tommy? Did he also delay replying to the 118 so that the time between messages stretched out? Did he think they were only trying to be nice by keeping in touch with their teammates’ ex (never mind that he was Hen and Howie’s teammate first) and he’d prefer to not have their ‘pity’ and cut them off (again)? Did he cut them off preemptively and doesn’t see it that way because if he did then he’d have to also face the fact that he’s a little messed up? We probably don’t have time for them to delve into all of this on screen but it’s interesting to chew on. For reasons.

(Chim gets a pass for the post-throat slashing time of no contact because he was… let’s say preoccupied.)

oh 100% hang on let me get my coffee

okay, SO. mr unreliable narrator over here, mr enjoy it while it lasts, is never going to be the one with the full picture, because he sets it up that way - intentional or not, i feel like tommy is someone who has his view of the world and his role in it and just quietly, fatalistically makes that happen.

so i can totally see a world where no one from the 118 reaches out, full stop. but, y'know, phones work both ways, thomas. BUT. for tommy, that's buck's family. they're buck's people. (and look, my wife has a much closer relationship with her family than i do, and a much larger circle of friends, and it took me WAY longer than six months to start feeling like they were our people, not her people i got to hang out with through her.)

we know that tommy's a jealous guy, and we also get the sense that he's pretty fatalistic, so if no one reaches out, i can see that landing for him as "well, obviously. they never really wanted me around, of course i was never gonna be part of that" and just exacerbating his envy, but also his sense that that chapter of his life is Over Now. i can see the lack of contact from hen and chim actually not stinging that much (or tommy telling himself it doesn't sting that much, genuinely believing that, my king of unexamined feelings) because they're not friends, right? chim calls him when he needs a favour, but they're not close. he's not on hen's christmas card list (and that's genuinely fine, i mean zero shade to anyone involved here. they were friends by the time he left the 118 but for all we know they were mostly or entirely work friends). so i can see his internal monologue about that, his confirmed belief being 'well, hell, i wasn't enough for them to want around on my own merits before, why would i be now'. (again, this is not shade on hen or chim. phones work both ways and my special little guy is fucked in the head.)

eddie's gotta sting a little more because they were friends, right? actual friends. but if we're taking tommy at face value, then we have to assume he feels some kinda way about being friends with eddie once he and buck are together. i don't think he actually thinks anything is happening/has happened/will happen with buck and eddie, but we do get this delicious hint with that little scoff about eddie's straightness that maybe tommy has experience of that queer classic - losing years of your life being besotted with your ride or die straight bestie (sal!!!! but uh. that's a separate post.).

i lost my thought. wait. okay, so i think one of the fundamental mismatches is that for six months buck was in an x-rated rom-com and tommy was navigating something unbelievably fucking complicated because talking? communicating? who does that when you can just make up a scenario and stick to it like your life depends on it. (worth noting there's no way that scenario ends well for him, but uh, that's why i love him. go listen to settle for me from crazy ex girlfriend lol)

i can ALSO see the other part of what you said. tommy says eddie 'pretty much' or 'basically' (can't remember the wording right now and not in a position to check) stopped talking to him which does leave room for some contact. (it could also be read as a kind of deflection of the ouch of it all but ymmv.) so i can see a world where eddie sends a 'man wtf happened?' message which...tommy's not going to reply to that. he's just not. but changing the subject immediately is too obvious so he has to wait a while to say something innocuous, and it just kind of fizzles out.

whatever happens, whether it was zero contact or intermittent, declining contact, my special little guy, my world champion runner, my sad sad man was 100% thinking 'yeah, that tracks'. we definitely don't have time for the show to delve into that, and honestly it's not really that kind of show so i wouldn't expect it, but rest assured i am C H E W I N G

[callalillywrites]

Allergies and Cuddles

Allergies have been kicking my butt lately. Height of that came a couple days ago when high winds really pushed around a lot of dirt and pollen. All I wanted was a nap and someone to cuddle with. Hence, the creation of this story.

Who better to cuddle up with than two super soldiers?

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky) x Female Reader

Word Count: ~1800

Summary: Steve comes home to find you curled up on the couch with Bucky, napping to reduce the affects of your allergies. Fluff and more cuddles ensue in this slice of life piece.

Warnings: Slightly worried Steve and Bucky; (over)protectiveness activated; comforting each other; teasing; established relationship; lots of fluff; Steve POV

A/N: As stated above, this story was wholly inspired and written quite quickly, so any and all mistakes are my own. Just wanted a bit of fluff to make myself feel better and this is what came out of that.

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A too-quiet apartment greeted Steve when he came home that evening.

When he would've called out, his enhanced hearing picked up the faintest of hums. Following it, he soon found himself upon a scene that tugged at his heartstrings.

Bucky lounged across their over-sized sofa with you laying across him, completely dead to the world. If he squinted, Steve could almost imagine the thinnest, cutest line of drool seeping from your slightly parted lips onto Bucky's shirt. One of your arms rested somewhere between yours and Bucky's body, but the one Steve could see had sneaked its way under Bucky's shirt, caging Bucky under you. No doubt you sought the warmth of his skin, something you often did when you weren't feeling well.

While you slept, Bucky had one arm draped protectively across you while the other held one of his favorite books. The book had pages threatening to leave what little binding kept them in the right place, but that never stopped Bucky from picking it up again and again. From the looks of this one, Steve would be searching out a replacement soon enough. Bucky's gaze would drift over to you every other line or so, just because he could.

The TV played some show that you'd gotten into recently, replaying one of the older episodes. The volume turned down low so it wouldn't bother your rest. Knowing you as he did, you probably had it up while you fought to stay awake, leaving Bucky to lower it once you were completely out.

Leaning against the wide opening from the hallway, Steve crossed his arms and just enjoyed the scene before him. If he had his sketchpad, he might've taken up residence in the nearby chair and sketched until he had both of you permanently down on paper, a memory no one could take from any of you. But, he didn't so he settled for mentally drawing this moment to revisit later.

"You gonna keep staring at us, or you actually gonna say something, punk?"

"Admiring the view." Steve pushed off the wall and crept closer, taking care not to disturb your slumber. "How long has she been out?"

Bucky closed his book though his attention focused solely on you for a moment. The arm holding you drew soothing patterns on your back as he mumbled, "About an hour or so. Found her trying to fall asleep at her desk in the office."

Sinking into a squat, Steve dropped a quick kiss on Bucky's forehead before turning his full attention on you. He could make out your red, slightly swollen nose as well as the puffiness that lingered around your eyes. The softest snores left you, telling him that your allergies had truly gotten the best of you.

"Her meds not working?"

Bucky shook his head. "I don't think she's been keeping up with them like she should. Her bottle's almost full, and it's almost a month old."

Steve's brows drew together. It wasn't a secret that your allergies could get bad, and you were usually on top of taking your medication to keep them from overwhelming you. Plus, you knew they worried about you whenever you weren't feeling up to your usual self.

"She took some before I made her lay down with me." Bucky's voice broke through Steve's thoughts. His own worry peeked through despite usually being the more level-headed of the group when it came to these matters. "Maybe it wouldn't be the worst to take her in and see if there's something a bit stronger out there. Nothing over the counter seems to help her anymore."

"I'll call Dr. Cho." Steve pushed to his feet, pulling his phone from his back pocket. "If she can't help, then she'll know who we can talk to."

"Tell her our girl didn't sleep well last night either. She tossed and turned pretty good. I'm that didn't help."

"Or you two can stop worrying and just let me sleep for a little longer," you groused, having been roused by your bladder to hear your boyfriends fretting. "It's the wind. Once it stops blasting away and blowing pollen around, I'll be back to normal."

"Sweetheart," Steve started.

Having had this conversation before, you lifted your head until your gaze could meet his. A steely determination stole over your features that had Steve stopping in his tracks.

"I'm going to be fine," your tone softened as you moved to capture Bucky's eye as well, "I promise."

"One week," Steve vowed.

You nodded, knowing he meant it. One week to get better, or they'd be taking you to the doctor. The last thing they wanted was to lose you when they'd worked so hard to rebuild their lives after having their old ones ripped away from them.

"Now, that's settled," you pushed up from your position against Bucky, "I'm going to the bathroom. Then, we're going to discuss dinner. I'm too gross to be touching food, so I'll let you two roshambo to see who's got kitchen duty tonight."

The bedroom door had barely closed behind you when Bucky turned towards Steve. His expression morphed into one of the softest looks he kept solely for his two loves. "Don't worry about it. It's my turn to cook anyway. Besides, you look like you could use some of her cuddles."

"You sure?" Steve couldn't help asking.

While the day hadn't been bad per se, it hadn't been a great one, either. So many reports had been perched on his desk first thing. All needed his immediate approval before missions could move forward. Sure, that was typically either Fury's or Hill's job, but they'd both gone on some mysterious vacation, leaving him to handle it.

Then, there'd been a small crisis or two where Tony's latest invention had gone a bit awry. It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't set Banner off, transforming him into the Hulk. A quick call in to Nat had helped, but it'd taken some time for Hulk to fully retreat and allow Banner the chance to return.

To say Steve was a bit wired would be an understatement.

Bucky tapped his shoulder, pulling Steve from his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm sure. Let her help you."

As if summoned, you stepped out of the bedroom. Your appearance looked a bit more put-together than it had when Steve first arrived home. Hair dampened and your face scrubbed. While your eyes still retained a bit of puffiness, they remained bright and alert as you closed the distance between you and Steve.

A cheeky smile flitted over your features as you asked, "Bucky lose, or did you pull rank on him?"

"He offered actually," Steve huffed, shooting you his best glare.

It had little effect as usual, but that didn't mean he didn't try now and then.

Your fingers slid between his and gently tugged him closer.

He went willingly.

His free hand dropped to your waist when you rose on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his jaw. Your gaze roved over his features. A soft frown formed as you murmured, "You're looking a little piqued yourself. Off day?"

"Something like that, sweetheart."

A soft noise escaped you. Your hand tightened around his as you tugged him toward the couch.

"Koala or weighted blanket?"

Steve's entire being sagged at the way you so easily read him. He honestly had no clue what he'd do without you and Bucky in his life, and he really didn't want to find out.

Bending slightly, he pulled his hand out of yours so he could grip you around the waist and lift. Your arms and legs wrapped around him without hesitation, allowing him to do what he wanted most. He dropped onto the couch, his legs stretching out on the floor. His arms snuck around you to hold you as close as he possibly get you while his head sank to your shoulder.

Your fingers inched their way up his neck until they scraped against and through his hair. Soft kisses pressed into his shoulder and neck where you could reach within the cocoon of his arms.

"I'm sorry," you whispered at some point, breaking the silence that had settled between you. "I'll do better about taking my allergy meds. It's just been a crazy week, and I hadn't meant to forget. It honestly didn't hit me that I had until the winds kicked up a few days ago. Please, don't worry about me."

Steve tightened his hold. "Always gonna worry about you, sweetheart. That's what you do when it's the people you love."

"Okay, that's a fair point, but I'm still going to do better. I don't want you to worry unnecessarily." You pulled back enough to meet his gaze. In the same cheeky tone as earlier, you added, "How's that?"

"Better," he murmured, shaking his head and huffing with pure affection.

You must've been satisfied because your cheekiness turned impish. "You are quite tense, Captain, and Bucky missed his workout because of me. It seems only fair after dinner that we have a special training session. Get all these kinks worked out and make sure you both stay in top physical form. What do you say?"

As if to further your suggestion, you wiggled in his lap until Steve moved his hands to grip your hips. A groan slipped past his lips when you managed to wriggle once more before he could fully keep you still.

Stealing a quick but searing kiss, Steve's grin grew. "I'd say I hope you've kept up your stretching routine, sweetheart, because it's going to be a long training session tonight. May even last until the early morning before I'm fully relaxed."

"Oh, my poor Captain," you crooned sweetly, pressing a kiss to his lips. "We won't stop until you and Bucky are fully satisfied."

"And what about you, sweetheart?"

"Oh, don't worry about me," you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before trailing down his jaw towards his neck, "I know I'll be properly taken care of in more ways than one tonight. My two super soldiers never let me down."

"Damn right, we don't," Bucky said from the doorway. "Dinner's ready. Better eat up fast because that special training starts in an hour."

Steve let you scoot out of his lap after claiming one last kiss, patting your butt as you moved towards the kitchen.

You tossed Bucky a salute, saying, "Yes, sir, Sergeant."

Steve's heart had never felt so full as he watched Bucky sweep you up, your giggles spilling out as you traded kisses with him before he sat you like the precious being you were in your spot. All three places had been set while he'd held you with the small candelabra his mother had left him burned brightly with the new candles you'd chosen a few weeks ago.

Home.

He was home.

[xzinbdg]

NO WAY BRO ❕❕

seven. moonstruck (written)

۶ৎ synopsis: sim y/n, sim jake's sister, has known lee heeseung, her older brother's best friend, for ages. In her mind, he sees her like a little sister, but in reality, he has lost all his girlfriends because of his feelings for her, too bad he's afraid of her brother's reaction.

To be honest, you were very excited for today. Yesterday, Heeseung told you to be ready for a date, and it’s not like it’s your first one with him, but something in you feels different about this one. You got the dress code, which is a dress, but since today is supposed to be kind of cold, you also decided to get some pants just in case it’s really cold; you could just change. Heeseung is picking you up in three hours, so you slowly started getting ready. You were kind of happy that Jake is at some sports camp, and you can just be with Heeseung as much as you want, but the fact that he doesn’t know about all of this is kind of eating at you. He is your older brother, and you always told him everything, but now you have this huge secret. “Ah, whatever, Heeseung will tell him soon,” you think to yourself as you finish your makeup. You kept it classic with some soft makeup and a long black dress. You were finishing getting ready when you heard a knock on the door.

“Coming!” you shouted, and went to open the door.

“Hi,” there he was, looking so handsome with pretty flowers just for you.

“Hi, handsome,” you smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Shall we, beautiful?”

The two of you headed to his car and began heading to your destination.

“So where are we going?” you asked, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he smirked at you. “What’s this, though?” he asked, pointing at the bigger bag that you brought.

“Oh, this? It said that it’s going to be kind of cold later, so I brought some pants just in case I’m cold.” He nodded, “Good job, smart girl.” You felt kind of dizzy after his words.

After about thirty minutes, you arrived at a pretty building. It’s a fancy restaurant; you can’t say you’ve been to one before, but there’s a first for everything.

“Hello! Did you book a table?” the receptionist asked.

“Yes, it’s under the name ‘Lee Heeseung.’” Why is he so charming just talking? you thought to yourself.

“Ah, I see it. Please follow me to your table.”

The vibe inside the restaurant was much more comfortable than you would have imagined. It does look fancy, though, and almost everyone is dressed well. You and Heeseung sat down and looked through the menu, ordering something after some time. "So, how do you like it here?" he asked. "It's very nice; I like it!" you said happily.

"I'm glad," he smiled. And right at that moment, your food arrived.

You enjoyed a nice dinner, just chatting away, reminiscing about some things from the past and getting to know new things about each other. After the meal, Heeseung insisted on paying the bill since he was the one who took you out on this date, and after some initial resistance, you eventually agreed.

"Where to now?" you asked. "Hmm, how about we go stargazing?" He asked "I love that idea." You replied.

And so the two of you made your way to the nearest hill. You were actually glad that you brought those pants with you because it started to get very cold, and Heeseung also gave you his jacket. The view was amazing—pretty stars and the city in the distance. Heeseung lay down, and so did you, putting your head on his chest.

"You know," he started, "I think I’m moonstruck by you." You laughed a bit. "Isn't it starstruck?" He smirked. "Well, the moon is bigger and shines brighter than the stars." You felt your cheeks heating up at his words.

After some time in silence, you sat up, and he did too after noticing you. You could feel the tension between you two and felt like you had to do something about it.

"Can you kiss me?" you asked, surprising him and even yourself by doing so.

Heeseung didn’t say anything; instead, he slowly came closer to you. He cupped your face gently and leaned in for a kiss. The moment your lips touched, you felt electricity course through your body. The kiss was soft yet sensual, revealing exactly how he felt. After a while, you let go, both of you as red as tomatoes and just staring at each other. You burst into giggles, and he did too, both feeling happy.

"So, can I finally be your boyfriend?" Heeseung asked nervously. "I thought you’d never ask." You captured him in another kiss, confirming your relationship with him.

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written part: 750 words

۶ৎ pairing: brother's best friend!heeseung x reader

۶ৎ genre: smau, brother's bestfriend, forbidden love, angst, fluff, crack

۶ৎ emi's note: AHHH they are official!! but jake still doesnt know... on a side note I’ve been having so many problems with this chapter and taglist so if anything is wrong pls let me know and I will try to fix it 😞

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[emeraldscript]

alien max au part 6 incoming. max and daniel at the beach. what could go wrong?

(to catch up go here: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5)

"did you still want to go to the beach, maxy?" daniel says to max, looking over at him, buckling himself into the passenger seat.

max looks over at daniel, delighted at first until his face falls slightly.

"only if you want, daniel. it's okay if you want to go home. it was stressful for you here," max says.

"nah, let's go. it'll take my mind off things," daniel responds.

at that, max smiles one of his big, crinkly-eyed smiles at daniel. it's slowly becoming on of daniel's favourite things. 

the journey to the beach isn't too far and max busies himself with inspecting their purchases, carefully unpacking the items and taking a closer look at what he bought.

"you reckon you'll be able to fix your phone with these?" daniel asks. 

"it's not a phone daniel but hopefully, yes. i'm not 100% certain that the metal compounds are the exact same but they should work well enough for what i need it to do," max explains. 

daniel pulls into the carpark by the beach and quickly reverses into one of the parking spaces. 

"c'mon, let's go," he says to max, grabbing a big beach towel from the backseat.

they walk down the narrow path from the carpark through the dunes and the smell of sea air makes daniel slightly nostalgic. for his childhood spent dreaming about another life, a more exciting one. one he's had to leave behind now. he can practically feel his curls getting crispy from all the sand, salt water and sun. can hear his mother scold him for not re-applying his sunscreen enough. 

"wow," he hears max say beside him, marvelling at the view. 

the wonder doesn't last long. max takes off into a sprint straight into the waves, not bothering to take off any of his clothes. not even daniel's hat. he wades through the shallow water and once it's deep enough, throws himself into the waves. daniel hears a small happy hoot escape max before his head sinks down between the waves. 

daniel smiles to himself and sets their towel down in a nice empty spot away from other visitors. 

he sits down, enjoys the gentle breeze on his face, cooling his slightly overheating skin. 

the beach is fairly empty, save a few families entertaining their kids. there's a young couple to daniel's right that are chasing each other with a string of sea grass. the guy eventually gives up and chases the girl empty-handed. she gives in at some point, chest heaving, letting herself be scooped up and carried bridal style into the waves. daniel smiles to himself.

he barely hears anyone approaching before max is stepping between his spread knees, soaking wet and dripping ocean water all over him. daniel looks up and sees max's smile brighten - just in time - before max starts shaking his entire body, splashing daniel. he reminds him of a puppy.

daniel starts shrieking, trying to worm away from under max but the other won't let him. 

"max, no, max!" daniel yells, giggles wrecking his body. 

before daniel knows what's happening, max's arms worm their way around his waist and hold tight. daniel half-heartedly tries to get max off him to no avail. somehow knocks max's hat off in the kerfuffle. he feels max's broad chest against his back. feels the water slowly seep from max's dripping wet shirt into daniel's. 

he hears max's low giggles in his ear, feels them verberate against his neck. daniel feels max's grip tighten, fingers firmly digging into daniel's love handles

then, max pushes himself up from his deep squat, lifting them both upwards. daniel is howling max's name between heaving laughter.

"it's okay, daniel. you're safe with me," max says, trying to sound half serious and failing.

daniel laughs at that but can't find it in himself to disagree. he knows he is. finally upright, max only sways slightly, not helped by daniel's incessant kicking of legs. 

"woah, hey, if you keep kicking i'll drop you into the water," max warns, slowly making his way towards the waves.

"you're going to do that either way, max," daniel says, still half-heartedly trying to escape max's clutches.

max only laughs at that, slowly stepping into the waves.

daniel's shrieking gets louder and louder and he feels max's chest expanding and shaking more rapidly against his back, too. max wades through the waves until he's thigh deep in the surf and daniel is engaging every core muscle he has to keep his feet dry and dangling just above the surface. 

max is trying to gain some momentum to drop daniel in the ocean but daniel is having none of it, digging his fingers into max's arms, refusing to let go and dragging him down with him.

after a few more seconds, they both tumble into the waves, entangled.

the world stops spinning for a moment, complete silence enveloping daniel until he drifts towards the surface again. max's arms never leave his middle, holding on through it all. 

when daniel comes up for air, he feels different. new. he can't explain it. not right then. 

his eyes find max's. pupils shrunk to little slits in the blinding sun and endless blue sky reflecting on the water's surface. they look so fucking blue. and they're looking right back at daniel. 

daniel feels something stir in his gut. that all too familiar feeling. the thrill of the chase, thrumming through his veins. feels his pulse kick up a notch. 

without daniel's permission his eyes flick to max's lips again. plump and slick, sunlight reflecting off them. daniel reckons they would taste like sea salt right about now. it takes all his self-control to not confirm his hypothesis. 

"daniel?" max asks, voice questioning, shattering the moment. breaking the spell and snapping daniel back to reality. 

max is daniel's guest. stranded. at his mercy, in a way, with no way to navigate this world without daniel's help. daniel can't fuck this up cause he's horny. or lonely. or both. 

max needs a friendly stranger, a helping hand. not some creep trying to get in his pants while he's fixing his only means of transport and ways of communication with his home planet. 

"you happy now, maxy? my curls will be all messed up," daniel complains. 

"very happy. your water is very refreshing. salty though," max says,  illustrating his point by licking some water off his pointer finger. 

right. fuck. so much for daniel's iron resolve. 

daniel notices the webbing between max's fingers again. it looks more pronounced than he remembers. he takes one of max's hands and inspects it. 

"why is it?" daniel starts, turning max's hand over in his hand. 

"it gets like this when wet, to make swimming easier. some evolutionary thing that hasn't gone away just yet. it's pretty useful," max explains. 

"can i?" daniel asks.

"hm," max responds.

so daniel runs his finger over the thin, almost translucent skin. it feels soft, just looks a bit freaky. but also kind of cool. 

"damn, i basically have a merman living in my house," daniel says, letting go of max's hand.

"what's that?" max asks, ever curious. 

"some mystical creature. half man, half fish. H2O just add water vibes. oh no cleo," daniel rambles, exaggerating his accent. he lets himself fall backwards into the waves.

"i'm not a fish," max says affronted. 

"no, you're worse. you're an alien," daniel says, slowly letting himself float in the water, giggling to himself.

"hey! that's not very nice. what do you mean, worse?" max says, swimming after daniel. 

daniel only laughs. 

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An Unexpected Meeting 1/2

Summary: While waiting for Tango to get back, Impulse suddenly enters the room. Some discoveries are made on both ends and Jimmy finally meets Imp and Skizz for the first time.

Word Count: 5273

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It's finally here!!! The fic you have all been waiting for! Jimmy meets Impulse and Skizz for the very first time! I hope you guys enjoy!

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 “And so then finally Impy opened up to me a bit more and we became friends. To the point where Impulse was willing to room with me again the next year.” Tango finished off his story with a smile. He was currently laid on his bed, sitting slightly up and against his pillows and the wall. Jimmy, the one he was telling the story to, had started off on his chest but had slowly wandered his way down to Tango’s stomach throughout the story.

 It was strange having someone so tiny walk on him but at the same time, he could barely feel it. If he were to let his mind wander and take his focus away from Jimmy, it would be easy to let his small weight slip from his mind. Not that Tango could do that even if he wanted to. He was very aware of Jimmy all the time. “But Impulse still likes to keep the divider up.” Tango pointed his thumb off to the side, where the large divider hid Impulse’s side of the room from view. “Guy likes his privacy I guess. Can’t say I blame him though.”

 Jimmy nodded and looked toward the divider. Though he was used to it now after coming to hang out in Tango’s room multiple times, it was still a bit strange to see, especially in comparison to the open area of Grian and Joel’s dorm. “Well, it works out for us.” Jimmy said, moving his eyes away from the divider and back to Tango. “It means there’s less of a chance Impulse will see me if he suddenly comes in.”

 Tango hummed in agreement but was then quiet for a moment. Jimmy looked over at him at the sudden silence and noticed the slight furrow of his brows that usually signified Tango was in deep thought. Jimmy was just about to question him on what he was thinking when Tango beat him to the punch. “By the way, no pressure or anything of course, but have you thought about…ya know…possibly meeting our other friends? Like Impulse?” Tango asked curiously, watching Jimmy’s face closely for his reaction.

 Jimmy blinked and glanced over at the wall to think for a moment, turning back to meet Tango’s eyes a moment later. “I have and…they honestly sound really great. I would love to but, I mean, I just don’t know if I’m ready yet. Besides, it’s only been, what, a month since I officially met you? I think…I want to give it some more time.” Jimmy paused but then smiled at Tango. “But I do eventually want to meet them all, yeah.”

 Tango smiled back at Jimmy. “That’s perfectly fine. You take all the time you need.” Tango was just happy that Jimmy was willing at all. He knew for sure Jimmy would get along great with the rest of their friends. But for now, he would settle with telling him stories about them and their hangout, in preparation for Jimmy to meet them.

 Tango opened his mouth to say something else, but paused when his stomach grumbled angrily.

 Jimmy let out a small noise of surprise, not quite a full on yelp but close. He sat up straighter, his hands jumping away from where they had rested against Tango’s stomach. He could feel the grumble of Tango’s stomach, the vibration it created moving him ever so slightly. It was…very weird. Jimmy looked down at Tango’s stomach with wide eyes. He’d obviously heard the rumble of human stomachs before, but never when he had been on them. He looked back up at Tango, his eyes still huge.

 Tango chuckled, though he did at least look sheepish, especially as his laughter caused Jimmy to bounce slightly. He forced himself to stop laughing and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I think that’s my body telling me it’s time for lunch.” Despite the awkward angle, Tango reached over toward the nightstand to grab his phone, being wary of Jimmy still sitting on his stomach. He looked at the time and hummed. “Yeah, it’s already one. Probably should go grab something.” He glanced back down at Jimmy. “Feel like staying for lunch?”

 Jimmy nodded, grinning. “Yes, please! Grian and Joel won’t be back from their classes for a couple more hours anyway.”

 “Sounds like a plan then.” Tango shifted slightly, realizing this was not a good position for ordering food. So he reached his hand down and carefully cupped it behind Jimmy before moving to sit up. Jimmy looked behind him at the hand now at his back but otherwise didn’t so much as blink as Tango sat up and caused him to slide fully onto it. “You feel like anything in particular?” Tango asked, already opening his phone up to the many food apps on it now that he was in a better position.

 Jimmy righted himself and settled more comfortably on Tango’s hand as he thought for a moment before shrugging. It was very rare for him to have a preference on what to eat, usually perfectly content to let his humans choose. They knew a lot better than him in this department anyway. “Whatever you want is fine by me.”

 Tango hummed and looked through his food apps. “Honestly, I’ve been craving Mexican food lately. Specifically from this one restaurant. Only problem is they don’t deliver.” Tango put his phone down. “I could run and grab it since it’s only about a ten minute drive from here. Do you want to come with me?” Tango asked but Jimmy shook his head.

 “I’m okay, I can just wait here.” Jimmy replied. The thought of going to a busy place like a restaurant or grocery store always had Jimmy feeling nervous. So far, he had managed to stay behind when any of his humans were going out, and Jimmy still intended to keep it that way.

 Perhaps eventually they’d manage to drag him out to a restaurant and such, but he was more than okay delaying that for as long as possible.

 “Alright, if you’re sure.” Tango lifted the hand holding Jimmy and set it down on the nightstand so Jimmy could get off himself. Jimmy did so, hopping off Tango’s hand and standing up straight, lifting his arms up to stretch once he was back on solid ground. 

 Tango watched him fondly for a moment, a small smile gracing his lips. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that Jimmy was real. That all of this was real. He was so impossibly tiny and yet despite their size difference, Jimmy had still wanted to be his friend. Jimmy finished stretching and looked over at Tango, who startled at the sudden eye contact and snapped his gaze away from Jimmy. Jimmy blinked but let out a fond huff when he realized what Tango had been doing. 

 With Grian, Joel, and now Tango, Jimmy had gotten used to the long stares and fond looks his humans liked to give him. 

 Tango cleared his throat to try and expel the embarrassment of having been caught staring before standing up. He grabbed his wallet and keys, which were on his nightstand to Jimmy’s right. “I shouldn’t be too long.” Tango said. “You sure you’ll be alright?”

 Jimmy nodded. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” Jimmy said and Tango hummed in response before heading toward the door. He sent Jimmy one last wave before exiting his room and closing and locking the door behind him.

 Jimmy leaned back against the lamp and let himself relax, knowing it was going to be at least a half hour before Tango came back. He opened up his bag, something he always took with him when visiting with Tango, and pulled out his sewing supplies. He was currently working on his stitching, trying to get as precise as Cleo did on his clothes. He knew he didn’t need to worry about making his own clothes anymore, something he was still very thankful for, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have other ideas he wanted to do. Besides, working on his little project was a good distraction while he waited for Tango to come back.

 It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes later, just as Jimmy had finished up his fourth stitch, that he heard the familiar sound of a key in a lock. He glanced up toward the door, briefly wondering how Tango had been able to get back so fast. But those thoughts quickly disappeared as someone who was certainly not Tango walked in.

 In a panic, Jimmy quickly rose from his spot and rushed behind the lamp to hide, all the while shoving his sewing supplies back into his bag. As his back hit the lamp, he froze, his breathing paused as he waited to see if he had been spotted. Thankfully, there was no sudden gasp or surprised yelling to be heard. The human only closed the door and walked onto the other side of the divider, missing Jimmy entirely. Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief, though his body didn’t relax just yet.

 Jimmy peeked his head out from behind the lamp but, other than a few shadows, he couldn’t see anything past the divider. Still, if this human had a key to the room, this could only be Impulse, the human he had heard so much about. Jimmy decided to continue watching as the shadow of Impulse moved further into his side of the room.

 “Huh, I thought for sure Tango would be here.” The human spoke out loud to himself. Jimmy was taken aback by the sudden voice but quickly recovered and continued to listen.

 There was a moment of pause as Impulse’s shadow showed him setting his bag down by the foot of his bed. “Right, yeah, he probably went out to get something to eat.” Impulse spoke again but Jimmy frowned at the strange wording. It was almost as if he had answered someone else… Jimmy quickly reminded himself that phones were a thing that existed and rolled his eyes. Impulse was probably just talking to someone over the phone, which would make a lot of sense considering Jimmy couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation.

 “Well, I can’t imagine Tango will be out long but gotta get any chance we can right? Wanna come on out?” Impulse said after another brief silence and Jimmy couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Okay, that was weird. Jimmy might still be unaware of a lot of human sayings and such but he was pretty sure that was a weird thing to say to someone over the phone.

 Impulse’s words were followed by the sound of some faint shuffling and Jimmy found himself stepping away from the lamp and heading more towards the middle of the nightstand in the hopes he could see better. He could still really only make out a blob of shadows, but he definitely wasn’t seeing an added blob of someone else. So just who was Impulse talking to?

 “Finally! I thought I was gonna suffocate in there with how long those classes were.” Another voice suddenly spoke up and Jimmy froze. He knew perfectly well how voices sounded when on the phone, speaker or otherwise. There was always this sort of static to the voice, no matter how good the quality of the call. That being said, the voice did not have that static overlay to it. No, it…it sounded like it was actually in the same room.

 “You say that, and yet, who is the one who always asks to come with me?” Impulse said with a slight teasing tone.

 “Well, okay, maybe your pocket is comfortable. Maybe. But I stand by the fact that those classes were too long!” The other voice exclaimed and despite the fact that his words were exclaimed, his voice was not nearly as loud as Impulse’s. 

 Phone calls were loud, especially when they were put on speaker. The voice mixed with the background and static added by the phone always grated on Jimmy’s nerves because of how loud it was. And though the voice wasn’t undisguisable, obviously since Jimmy could hear him just fine even from the other side of the room, it was so clearly quieter than that of a phone call. 

 And then his actual words hit Jimmy like a train and he felt frozen there on the nightstand as the realization washed over him.

 It couldn’t be. There was no way. It had been so long… too long. And the fact he was also with a human was just too much of a coincidence. It couldn’t be…

 But who else would talk about how comfortable a pocket was?!

 That other voice was a borrower, it had to be. 

 Impulse had a borrower with him.

 He could barely believe it, but here it was right in front of him. After all this time without seeing another borrower, the one he does finally find also seemed to be friends with a human. They had to be friends, a borrower wouldn’t otherwise talk so casually with a human or go to classes with one in their pocket. 

 It was crazy and coincidental and Jimmy didn’t know how to process this information.

 “Where did my charger go?” Impulse’s voice cut through Jimmy’s thoughts and he focused back, realizing he had missed a bit of the conversation. There were some more shuffling noises, most likely caused by Impulse looking around for his charger.

 “Tango might have taken it again.” The borrower said and man, Jimmy was not going to get over that. “Cause I swear it was plugged in and hanging off your nightstand when we left this morning.”

 Impulse hummed. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He sighed. “Tango really needs to find his own charger. Because one of these days he’s gonna lose mine.” Impulse chuckled a bit, his tone full of semi-fake annoyance. The borrower laughed as well, more heartily than Impulse had, and, though he didn’t know why, Jimmy’s heart hurt at the sound.

 Another borrower was right there. So close and yet so far.

 Even though he had tuned back into the conversation, Jimmy was still so shocked that he didn’t realize what the conversation actually meant. Not until it was already too late and Impulse was rounding the divider into Tango’s half of the room. Jimmy’s breath hitched as Impulse came into view but he felt frozen to his spot. Jimmy could only stand there helplessly as he watched Impulse’s eyes scan the room looking for his charger, only for them to suddenly lock onto Jimmy.

 Impulse’s eyes widened.

 Jimmy couldn’t breathe.

 “What the…” Impulse practically breathed out, the words barely loud enough for even Jimmy to hear. He felt stuck by the human’s gaze and it was only after Impulse took a step forward that Jimmy finally managed to unstick himself. He scrambled backwards until his back came into contact with something solid. He jumped, only to realize it was the lamp, which he continued to press back against as his eyes never left Impulse’s.

To Jimmy’s shock, though maybe he really shouldn’t have been considering Impulse’s borrower friend, Impulse seemed to deflate a little seeing how scared Jimmy was. He raised his hands in a placating gesture as his eyes went sad. “Oh, wait, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Impulse tried to reassure, his voice continuing to be soft, quiet, and steady. And then he did something no other human he met thus far had done. Those same hands he had just raised were quickly placed behind his back, hiding them from sight. Jimmy blinked, realizing what the gesture meant.

 “Dop? What’s going on over there?” The other borrower called out from past the divider, still on Impulse’s side of the room. Both Jimmy and Impulse looked over in that direction at the sudden voice, despite the fact that neither of them could see past the divider. Impulse looked back over at Jimmy, noticing his gaze had also been pointed toward Skizz’s voice.

 Impulse took a step back, keeping his hands behind his back and his eyes on Jimmy as he turned his face slightly in order to reply back. “Skizz, you are never going to believe this.” Impulse said, his voice now only slightly louder than a breath. Due to the lack of anything happening and no longer feeling like he was being backed into a corner, Jimmy felt safe enough to push himself off against the lamp and take a few steps forward. 

 Impulse seemed to notice this and gave a small smile. “That’s my buddy Skizz.” Impulse said, motioning over toward his side of the room with a tilt of his head. “He’s like you. A borrower.”

 Again, Jimmy had gathered as much already but actually hearing Impulse say it? It made it all the more real.

 “Wait…Impulse are you actually saying-?!” Impulse cut Skizz off, though not unkindly.

 “Yeah, Skizz. I’m…I’m looking at another borrower.” Impulse said and it made Jimmy wonder if Skizz was in the same boat as him. That he, too, hadn’t seen another borrower in a very long time. 

 Based on both of their reactions, Jimmy could guess it was more than likely.

 Jimmy met Impulse’s gaze again and, somehow, the human’s gaze softened even more. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Impulse said again, feeling the need to reiterate that. “Skizz could tell you as much.”

 “Y-Yeah! Impulse wouldn’t hurt a fly! I would know, I’m the one who usually ends up killing all the bugs in the place.” Skizz said, ending with a laugh. The way his voice stuttered though, Jimmy could tell he was still reeling from the shock. Much like he still was.

 Slowly but surely, Jimmy felt himself relax. It was clear to see what was going on here and he knew, without a doubt, he could trust Impulse. And not just because he was Grian, Joel, and Tango’s friend. But having the word of a borrower on a human’s side, even if Jimmy didn’t know said borrower, was still not to be taken lightly. And since Skizz was so adamant that Impulse was good, Jimmy felt perfectly safe to drop his guard.

 This whole situation was certainly a sharp contrast from his past experiences meeting humans. But it was far from an unwelcome one.

 “I believe you.” Jimmy said softly, pleased to note his voice didn’t waver. He looked Impulse in the eyes. “I know that you won’t hurt me.” Jimmy said, his lips forming a small smile. 

 Jimmy watched as Impulse relaxed, a look of relief on his face. Though there was also a hint of confusion as well. “Really?” He asked.

 Jimmy nodded and pointed with his thumb in Skizz’s direction past the divider. “I mean, you do have a pretty valid source.”

 “He sure does!” Skizz exclaimed once more. Jimmy couldn’t help but note his voice seemed to have changed though. It was a bit closer and seemed more out of breath. Before Jimmy could ponder on that too long though, Impulse spoke again, gaining back his attention.

 “Right, I guess I do.” Impulse said with a fond chuckle. His hands slowly fell back to his sides and Jimmy didn’t so much as flinch at the movement.

 “And uh…I’m actually pretty familiar with humans anyway.” Jimmy admitted, albeit a bit hesitant. He didn’t know why he felt a bit nervous at revealing that but he was. Jimmy watched as Impulse’s confused look came back.

 “Wait, what do you-” Impulse cut himself off suddenly though, as movement had caught his eye and he looked down. “Whoa, Skizz, what are you doing?”

 “I couldn’t just stay put knowing there’s another borrower over here!” Skizz exclaimed, his voice more clear now that he was past the divider. Jimmy blinked and rushed over to the edge of the nightstand, kneeling down to look over the edge. He only managed to catch a flash of movement though before a hook being thrown up caused him to scramble back and yelp in surprise. 

 The hook caught on the grain of the wood and Jimmy watched with wide eyes as the string tensed with the weight of someone climbing on it. Jimmy waited with bated breath, only for that breath to catch in his throat when a hand shot up and gripped the edge of the nightstand. Jimmy continued to watch as Skizz then used that hand to hoist himself the rest of the way up.

 As Skizz righted himself, his gaze fell on Jimmy and their eyes met. They both froze, looking at each other with barely concealed awe. It had been so long since Jimmy had seen another borrower. He almost couldn’t believe there was another of his kind right in front of him.

 It almost made tears come to Jimmy’s eyes. He’d been around people so much bigger than him for months now, and nobody long before that. And though he loved his humans dearly, it was still never quite the same as having someone his own size there next to him. And Jimmy could see that clearer than ever now that he was meeting Skizz eye to eye.

 He took in his features almost hungrily, noticing the fact that Skizz seemed to be a few centimeters taller than him first. From there, he took note of his black hair and bright blue eyes, a sharp contrast to Jimmy’s own hazel eyes and blond hair. Jimmy also took note of the faded scars that lined his arms and face. That was a little concerning, but then again, even with a human by your side being a borrower could be dangerous.

 His clothes also seemed hand stitched, of course, though not with the same precision that Jimmy’s clothes were made with. Jimmy realized either Skizz was doing it himself, or perhaps Impulse had taken up the task. Either way, neither were as precise as Cleo. He didn’t think anyone could be as precise as Cleo though.

 Jimmy looked back up at Skizz’s face and realized Skizz must have also been looking him up and down. Their eyes met again and Skizz’s face morphed from shock and awe to glee as a large grin overtook his features. He took a step forward, finally breaking the silence that had fallen over the entire room as soon as their eyes had met. “I can’t believe it.” Skizz said, his voice soft, quiet. Though not for long. “You’re real!”

 Jimmy couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at that. “So are you!” Jimmy said, a large grin forming on his own face to match Skizz’s.

 “Man I…I haven’t seen another borrower in ages! It’s just…wow. Heh.” Skizz let out a little laugh, still grinning even as he wiped at his eyes. Impulse couldn’t help but take a step forward, worried for his friend.

 “Skizz?” Impulse asked, his tone very much showing off that worry.

 “Sorry.” Skizz’s laugh was wet this time. “I’m not really sure why I’m crying.” Skizz wiped away some more tears before he looked back up and met Jimmy’s gaze again, grinning even wider. “Looks like I’m not the only one though.”

 Jimmy blinked and reached up, feeling that his cheeks were wet. Oh. He laughed. He supposed meeting another borrower for the first time in 7 years really was getting to him. Jimmy wiped at his eyes and as he opened them again he realized Skizz had stepped closer. “Hey, I know we just met and all but…can I hug you?”

 Jimmy blinked, eyes wide at the request. But he couldn’t find it in himself to deny it. In fact, he wanted that hug too. Just as badly. “Y-Yeah.” Jimmy stuttered out and that was all Skizz needed before he closed the gap between them and surrounded Jimmy in a bear hug.

 And oh.

 Oh.

 Jimmy hadn’t hugged a person his size in so long. Hugs between him and Grian or Joel were nice, don’t get him wrong. He loved the way they had figured out how to hug. But it didn’t beat the way someone's arms would wrap around your body and squeeze you without the risk of it being too much. Jimmy lifted his hands and finally returned the hug, putting just as much force behind his squeeze as Skizz and burying his face into Skizz’s shoulder.

 He’d almost forgotten how this felt.

 He never wanted to forget again.

 It felt like they were standing there forever just holding each other and hugging but really it couldn’t have been more than a minute before they broke off the hug. Though as they separated, Skizz remained close, keeping a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. Jimmy couldn’t help but be thankful for the contact, the feeling grounding him.Their tears had all but dried though Jimmy still felt like he could start up again at any moment. 

 Skizz grinned at him and then turned back toward Impulse. “Dude! Are you seeing this?!” Skizz said and Impulse chuckled. His hands were now crossed in front of him as he looked down at Skizz fondly. Jimmy was reminded of the way Grian, Joel, or even Tango would look at him sometimes and smiled.

 “I am! I can’t believe we’re meeting another borrower.” Impulse said with a large grin and Jimmy could just tell how happy Impulse was for his friend.

 “I know, right!” Skizz said and then his eyes widened a bit, as if he suddenly realized something. He turned back to Jimmy, giving him a sheepish smile. “Geez, where are my manners? Sorry, it's been a while since I’ve met someone new. And by a while, I mean the last new person I met was this guy over here.” Skizz joked, motioning toward the human before continuing. “Anyways, I’m Skizz and that’s Impulse. What’s your name?”

 Jimmy smiled, of course he had already known their names, Impulse’s from his own friends, and Skizz’s from hearing it over the course of the last few minutes. But it was nice to have some proper introductions. “I’m Jimmy.” Jimmy said simply but with excitement still coursing through him. He still couldn’t believe there was another borrower in front of him.

 “Well, it’s nice to meet ya Jimmy! I gotta be honest, you’re taking all of this,” Skizz pointed back and forth between himself and Impulse. “A lot better than I thought another borrower would. I thought you’d at least have some questions.”

 “I mean, I do have some questions.” Jimmy said, looking between the two, almost following Skizz’s movements as he had pointed. Though he hadn’t seen a lot, he could already tell the two were really comfortable with one another. Which told Jimmy that they had to have known each other for quite a while already. “But like I was telling Impulse before, I’m pretty used to humans already.”

 Skizz blinked at that, his head tilting in confusion and his brows furrowed. “Wait, do you mean-” Skizz started but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. 

 Everyone froze as their eyes snapped over to the door, watching as Tango opened and closed the door behind him without actually looking into the room first. From what Jimmy could see, he was holding a plastic bag full of food. “Hey, sorry about that, it took a bit longer to get there than I-” Tango cut himself off and froze as he turned around and noticed that Impulse was in the room.

 Impulse very quickly and deliberately moved in front of Jimmy and Skizz in order to block Tango from seeing the two. Tango noticed this immediately since that was where he had left Jimmy before he had gone out. Tango cleared his throat, trying to smile despite his growing worry. “Hey Impy! I didn’t know you’d be back so soon…uh, whatcha doing on my side of the room?” His voice was a bit higher due to his nerves and he prayed Impulse didn’t notice.

 “Oh! Uh, just looking for my charger.” Impulse said, also hoping Tango wouldn’t notice how nervous he was. Both humans were terrible liars but fortunately, they were so worried about how they themselves were appearing, that neither noticed how bad the other was as well.

 Skizz used this opportunity to turn to Jimmy, his eyes determined as his grip on Jimmy’s shoulder shifted down to his wrist. “Come on, Impulse will keep Tango distracted while we hide.” Skizz whispered and then wasted no time in pulling Jimmy over to the edge of the nightstand. Jimmy blinked before pulling back and gently getting his wrist out of Skizz’s grip. Skizz stopped and looked at him, confused. “Jimmy? What are you doing? Impulse can only distract him for so long.”

 “No, it’s okay! Tango…Tango actually knows about me already.” Jimmy explained and watched as Skizz’s eyes went wide with shock. “But you go ahead. I understand if you don’t want another human knowing about you. I’ll wait until you're hidden to get Tango’s attention.”

 Skizz blinked and suddenly looked like he was in deep thought. His eyes went from Jimmy’s to Impulse’s, and then toward the direction he had been pulling Jimmy to, before finally he settled back onto Jimmy himself. He let out a small breath. “You trust Tango?”

 Jimmy’s eyes widened. He thought back toward the entirety of the last month, of him hanging out with Tango when he could and getting to know him better. The beginning might have been a little rough but Tango had saved him. And since then Tango had been nothing but kind and careful. Jimmy didn’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, I do.”

 Skizz thought for another moment before nodding to himself. “Alright, then I won’t hide either.” He walked back so he was standing at Jimmy’s side once again.

 “Really?” Jimmy was a bit shocked at that. Sure, Skizz was friends with a human already but Jimmy was far too aware of just how nerve wracking it could still be to meet another one.

 “Well, if he’s got your approval then I don’t see why not.” He shrugged. “Besides, Tango has been Impulse’s roommate for, like, two years now. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about wanting to meet the guy.”

 Jimmy smiled. “You won’t regret it.”

 Skizz laughed. “I better not.” He joked and Jimmy chuckled before turning his attention back up toward the humans. 

 The two were still talking though from what Jimmy caught it was still the same nervous back and forth from when they had first started. Jimmy caught Skizz’ gaze once more and with one more nod from Skizz, Jimmy took in a deep breath and cupped his hands over his mouth. “Impulse! It’s okay, Tango is my friend!” Jimmy yelled up at them.

 The two humans froze, their eyes wide at each other as they processed what Jimmy had said. Impulse hesitated for a moment, looking back over his shoulder to see the two borrowers giving him a thumbs up. He was mostly surprised at Skizz also agreeing but he moved out of the way despite that, letting Tango see the two borrowers standing on his nightstand.

  Tango’s eyes widened as he looked back and forth between Jimmy and Skizz, his gaze occasionally going to Impulse as well. Jimmy could just see Tango’s mind racing a mile a minute as he tried to piece together what was going on. “J-Jimmy?”

 Jimmy smiled, though it came out more sheepish than he had intended. “Tango…I’d like you to meet Skizz.” Jimmy introduced and then looked at Skizz again, his eyes going soft. “He’s a borrower…like me.”

[honeyshiddendesire]

Cross Guild + Shared Kinks 

Characters: Mihawk, Buggy & Crocodile 

Warnings: voyeurism kink, teasing, degradation, doms, bondage, misuse of d.f. Powers, pet names, use of toys, hair pulling, choking, oral sex/throat fucking

*masterlist*

Voyeurism 

Mihawk is a man who loves keeping you on your toes and he would never openly let you know that he wanted you to make a show for him. Instead, he would opt by buttering you up all day and night, starting by cooking you a wonderful dinner with a deliciously paired glass of wine. Take you to sit by the fireplace for a succulent and scrumptious dessert, the heat of the fire nothing in comparison to the way his hands run along your body. Then after your cheeks feel warm and your heart is racing he would slowly peel himself away from you with a sly smirk. “Mi amor do you realize how stunning you are?” He would wait for your answer and when you give it to him, he would lean close and tell you to show him just how stunning you are, especially for him. 

Crocodile on the other hand makes you give him a show for punishment. All up close and personal you would sit atop his desk as he leans back with his cigar smoke invading your senses and clouding your brain. “Come on princess, show me what it looks like when you listen for once.” His cold hook would run along your leg forcing it to open wider so he could get a better view of the way that your freshly done nails would play with your pussy. Unlike MIhawk who would admire in silence, Crocodile would give instructions on how and what to do for his pleasure. Your eyes would struggle to meet his gaze but every second you would look away was another second of your torture. “I want to see how pretty you look cumming all over my desk.”

Buggy loves making you his pretty clown star when he’s been stressed beyond belief. Everyone all day was nagging him so when he needs to blow off some steam then he’ll have you sprawled out on his circle bed with your hands using his cock like a dildo. Pleasure for you and pleasure for him. But in these moments he didn’t really want to participate, instead he wanted to see what you would do, he wanted to see you vulnerable and broken for him. “You look like a damn clown whore like this. My little clown whore fucking herself with my cock. Pathetic.” When Buggy was mad he would let you know about it, your hands shaking as you try to fuck yourself on his dick. Your eyes would plead for some assistant but this was Buggy’s show and you were the star, it would be rude if he were the one to jump in the main act. 

✨One thing all these men have in common is making you the star of their pleasurable show✨

Toys and Bondage

Mihawk would totally restrain you any chance he got, velvety ropes stretching you wide across the posted bed. Whenever you were restrained he would cover your eyes as well, wanting your senses to be screaming in panicked pleasure. “I love when you can’t run from me. Stuck here for me to do whatever I want to you. Does it make you nervous, my love?” As much as it would make you shiver you still enjoyed yourself knowing that he would take care of you, even if some pain was inflicted you knew Mihawk would make it feel good. The man took great pride in dominating you. Even when he used bondage for punishment he always took you in his hands seriously. “Remember the safe word.” Mihawk would always remind you as he would hold a vibrator against your clit until you couldn’t think anymore. Tears would spill and your limbs would tremble against the bed. “I want you to scream so much in ecstasy that you forget my name.”

Buggy like mentioned before Buggy would use himself as a toy. His cock plunged into your greedy pussy as you ran errands and went about your business. It would be hard for him to cover up his cheeky grin whenever you would try to cover up little squeals and whimpers. “What’s the matter superstar, you’re looking a little under the weather? Maybe you need to lay down.” If Buggy catches you in the hall alone or anything you better expect him to push up on you. When it comes to bondage Buggy doesn’t mind you tying him up every once in a while but no doubt will his mouth start flying just to see how far he will push you. “Ha! You think you could break me huh rockstar? I’d like to see you try you damn clown whore!” When it came to him tying you up though, you better have stretched before hand because he would totally suspend you in the air. Your body strung up like a gymnast ripe for his taking just how he liked it. 

Crocodile lovedddd trapping you for his pleasure and fun. Instead of ropes he opted for some classic handcuffs, nice and simple and also easy to undo with one hand. Crocodile would cuff you to the bed or his chair whatever he’s in the mood for and if he was feeling a bit lazy then he would just cuff your arms behind your back as you rode him. “I never thought my little princess would be into cuffs but look at you go. Filthy girl.” Crocodile wouldn’t care for toys that much but if you needed some brat taming then he would have no issues cuffing you to the bed and taping a vibrator to your clit as he would pound into your pussy. Pretty gemmed butt plugs would be an added punishment as well because after he would fill up your pussy with his seed then he would fill up your ass next. “I want you to be a good little slut and take every drop so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours next.” 

✨ Pretty ropes and toys never looked so good till they seen them used on you ✨

Choking & Hair pulling

Mihawk would sit in that pretty throne of his next to the fireplace with you on your knees rubbing against the plush carpet as your throat contracted and choked on his thick length. “Naughty girl spitting all over my cock like a whore.” Mihawk would lick his lips as he watched you suck his dick down to the base, your mouth not able to contain all the saliva that was dripping out. “Mmm, I knew those pretty lips of yours would look better sucking my cock.” Mihawk would love pulling your hair and forcing you further down. His hands pushed the hair out of your face so he could watch you choke and cry from how deep he thrust in your throat.. “I love the feel of your lips on me dear.” If your eyes weren’t so watery you would probably notice the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

Crocodile would definitely not shy away from fucking your throat raw, his hand pulling your hair so tight you thought some would rip out from the hold. “Dirty slut getting spit all over me- fuck- keep it up princess.” He would spit all kinds of filth at you as your throat stretches to accommodate his well endowed cock. Your fingers would be clawing his thighs as if that would help the burning in your throat, it wouldn’t though. Crocodile would wind your hand around his wrist like a damn cock sucking leash, a wicked scowl painting his face. His hook would peel your shirt off to watch your tits spill out, drool dripping down your chin to splatter all over your chest. “I gotta have you sucking my cock more often baby girl, it’s a really good look for you.” 

Buggy would get you to suck his cock by telling you that you should go put your hair up. “Hey beauty queen, you know what would look cute on you? Putting your hair up in that ponytail that I like so much.” A clownish grin being seen on his face and you would totally complain because when he asked you like that you just found it so hard to say no. Your hair pulled back without a strand out of place, as your eyes would look up to meet his gaze. Unlike the others who face fucked you to tears, Buggy would force total eye contact. “Keep those eyes on me, diva. Want to look at you as I shoot down your throat.” Buggy would try and keep a simple pace pulling and pushing you on his cock, but the closer he got the harder he would fuck your throat. Cursing and groaning like an animal, “Fucking slut, keep swallowing my cock. So fucking close. Gonna cum down all over this slutty little throat of yours .”

✨ They loved doing your hair in the prettiest ponytails with their hands as the hair ties ✨

[rafayelgod]

🔞WARNING 21+ CONTENT! ADULTS!🔞

Sylus (Dominance)

Sylus's bedroom, with its dark, luxurious decor, exudes an air of danger and desire. The heavy curtains, drawn tightly, cast an intimate glow, as if the room itself is holding its breath, anticipating the dance of passion about to unfold.

Sylus, the mafia boss, stands by the window, his broad shoulders filling the frame, a commanding presence. He turns, his eyes locking with yours, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Kitten, you've finally found my pin," he purrs, his voice a deep, rich melody. "I knew you'd succeed, but I never expected you to be so... persistent."

Your heart races as you take a step forward, "Yes! i won!" your eyes never leaving Sylus' intense gaze. "I had to try, Sylus. I knew you'd appreciate my efforts."

A soft chuckle escapes Sylus' throat. "Oh, I do, kitten. I do. But now, it's time for your reward."

He moves with graceful confidence, his eyes never leaving yours, until he stands mere inches away. Your breath hitches, your body reacting to his nearness.

"W-what why you getting closer? "

"You've earned the right to touch what's mine," Sylus says, his voice low and intimate. "But first, I want to enjoy the view."

With a fluid motion, he reaches for your hands, pulling them gently behind your back. Your eyes widen in surprise, but before you can react, Sylus has secured your wrists with a deft move, his strong fingers leaving no room for escape.

"S-sylus?" you blushing.

"Oh, kitten, you look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "So vulnerable, yet so defiant."

Your body shivers, a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Sylus... what are you doing?" you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"Shh, my sweet kitten," he says, his fingers tracing your jaw, tilting your face up. "I'm just beginning."

"What Sylus i- ... mmh-"

Sylus leans in, his lips brushing against yours, a soft, teasing kiss that sends shivers down your spine. Your lips part, inviting him in, but Sylus pulls back, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"Not yet, kitten. First, I want to see you squirm."

He moves to the bed, a large, imposing structure, and with a flick of his wrist, the silken sheets part, revealing the soft, inviting mattress. Your eyes follow his every move, your heart pounding in your chest.

"H-hey!"

"Lie down, kitten," Sylus commands, his voice a low, commanding purr.

Your body trembles, but you obey, your legs weak as you lower yourself onto the bed. Sylus follows, his body a heavy weight as he settles above you, his knees on either side, caging you in.

"You're mine now, kitten," he says, his eyes intense, his voice a growl. "And I'm going to take what's mine."

Your breath catches in your throat, a mixture of fear and desire. "Sylus... s-stop wait please.." you manage, your voice a soft plea.

"Please what, kitten?" he asks, his lips brushing against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Please stop? Or please continue?"

Your body arches, a silent plea for more. Sylus chuckles, a low, satisfied sound, and captures your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue teases, demanding entry, and you, unable to resist, part your lips, inviting him in.

The kiss is fierce, passionate, a battle of wills, until Sylus pulls back, leaving you breathless. Your eyes flutter open, only to meet Sylus' intense gaze.

"You taste so good, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "So sweet, so willing."

His hands move, skilled and confident, undressing you with easy familiarity. Your skin shivers, goosebumps rising, as Sylus' touch sends waves of pleasure through your body.

"Ah.. Sylus..." you moan, your voice a soft plea.

"Shh, my sweet kitten," he says, his fingers tracing your now-bare skin. "I've got you. Relax and enjoy."

With gentle, skilled hands, Sylus explores your body, his touch a mix of fire and ice, sending shivers and sparks of pleasure. Your body arches, seeking more, your moans filling the room.

"You feel so good," Sylus murmurs, his voice a low purr. "So soft, so responsive."

His fingers trail lower, teasing, until they find your core, now wet and ready. Your body bucks, a soft cry escaping your lips.

"Sylus, please..." you beg, your voice hoarse.

"Not yet, kitten," he says, his voice a commanding growl. "First, I want to enjoy this view."

He positions himself between your legs, his eyes intense, his body a heavy weight, as he enters you slowly, stretching, filling. Your body tenses, a soft cry escaping, but Sylus' hands are there, stroking, soothing, until your body relaxes, accepting him.

"A-ahh!" you scream.

"Mm... You're so tight, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a low growl.

He begins to move, slow, deliberate thrusts, each one deeper, more intense. Your body arches, your hands fisting the sheets, your moans filling the room.

"Sylus... ah .." you pant, your body bucking, seeking more.

Sylus' pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Your body responds, your moans becoming cries, your legs wrapping around Sylus, pulling him closer.

"Ha..ah.. That's it, kitten," he growls, his voice a low purr. "Take it, all of it."

The pace intensifies, a relentless rhythm, until your body arches, a soft cry escaping, as you reach your climax. Sylus' thrusts become more urgent, his body tense, until he too reaches his peak, his body shuddering, your name on his lips.

You collapse, your body heavy, sated, a soft hum of contentment filling the room. Sylus' weight is a comforting warmth, his breath a soft puff against your neck.

"You're amazing, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a soft purr. "So brave, so determined."

A soft chuckle escapes Sylus' throat.

He pulls back, his eyes intense, his smile a promise. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. I have a feeling you'll be back for more."

Your body shivers, a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I... Sylus," you say, your voice a soft promise. "Maybe.. i always do."

Sylus' eyes sparkle with mischief. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet, kitten."

He reaches for your hand, his fingers entwining with yours, and together, you step into the bathroom, a soft hum of contentment filling the air.

The end.🌚🔞💦

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