#i said it was gonna be messy but like… that messy???

[societyfolklore]

You Said Just the Tip

Title: You Said Just the Tip

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  Bucky’s a good man, really. But when your body teases him, he just can’t help himself.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, oral (female receiving), Unprotected sex, Established relationship, Slight Dub Con, Sex sore..

A/N: ‘just the tip’ Bucky turn! …. He’d ruined you that morning- pounding you into the mattress until you were nothing but a panting, trembling mess beneath him. Every inch of you ached, a deep, delicious soreness that made walking feel like a slow, sinful reminder of just how thoroughly he’d fucked you open. You swore some of the looks you got throughout the day weren’t just in your head.

But that night? That night, Bucky was needy all over again.

Especially with you laid out on his bed like this- his t-shirt draped over your frame, your thighs spread, cheeks flushed from the way he’d just made you come on his tongue.

His chin and lips still glistened with your slick as he sat up on his knees, broad shoulders heaving with deep, needy breaths. His blue eyes, darkened with lust, dragged over your body, taking in the way your chest rose and fell in shallow pants, the way your skin was flushed, glowing in the dim light of the room.

He licked his lips, appreciating the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. "Look at you babydoll," he murmured, hands trailing up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft skin, squeezing. "So fuckin’ pretty, all messy for me."

Your stomach fluttered at the rasp in his voice, the heat of his touch, the way his thumbs stroked slow, teasing circles against your inner thighs. He watched the way your breath hitched, the way your legs twitched like they wanted to close, but you didn’t. You let him look, let him touch, let him make it better..

"You taste so good, sweetheart," Bucky groaned, dipping his head to press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your thighs, his stubble dragging deliciously against your skin. "Bet you’d let me do that all night, wouldn’t you?"

Your whimper was answer enough, and Bucky smirked against your skin. His fingers flexed, gripping tighter before trailing up, thumbs brushing the slick mess between your legs. He groaned low and deep, like the feeling of you had gone straight to his cock.

"Fuck," he breathed, rubbing the wetness between his fingers before bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate hum. "Could live off this, baby. Could spend all damn night between these thighs."

But he wasn’t laughing now. Wasn’t teasing, wasn’t cocky. He was desperate.

His hands trembled where they gripped your thighs, pressing hard enough to leave marks. His breathing was heavy, ragged, his cock twitching against your inner thigh as he groaned, head dropping against your chest. "Shit, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice raw. "I need you. Need to be inside you so bad."

You barely had the strength to respond, body still quivering from your last orgasm, mind fogged with exhaustion. But Bucky- he was starving for you. He kissed along your stomach, lips hot and needy, trailing upwards as he pressed his body against yours, needing to feel your warmth, needing to be closer.

"Please," he murmured, almost a whimper against your skin, hands squeezing at your waist like he was losing his mind. "I can’t-fuck, I can’t just sit here and not be inside you, Doll, please-"

He was pleading now, rubbing himself against your slick folds, you whining softly at the wet, teasing friction. "Just the tip, baby, I swear," he panted, pressing messy, more of those open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, against your throat, as if he could devour you whole. "Just let me feel you-just for a second. I’ll be good. I promise."

But you both knew better than that.

“You said you were just gonna kiss it better, Bucky…”

Your voice was shaky, thighs twitching from the overstimulation. He should be satisfied-he should be content with the way you were still whimpering from your last orgasm. But he wasn’t. Not even close.

“I know, Doll, I know…” His hands kneaded at your thighs, his voice thick with hunger, eyes blown-black with want. “But just the tip, baby. Just the tip, come on… please.” He doesn’t need to beg-he knows you’re going to give in.

Fuck.

How could you say no when he looked at you like that? Like he needed you, like he was desperate to just sink in. You can’t help it, not when he’s looking at you like that! Not when his cock is hard and heavy against your slick folds, not when every part of you is still pulsing from his mouth and aching for him.

“…Fine,” you whisper, breath hitching as he lines himself up. “Just the tip.”

You barely had time to brace yourself before the head of his cock was pressing in, stretching you all over again, burning so sweet and deep that your back arched off the bed.

Bucky groaned, forehead pressing against yours, muscles shaking as he tried-tried so damn hard-to keep himself from pushing in any further.

You felt it-the way your slick, swollen cunt clenched around the tip of him, trying to pull him deeper. Bucky was losing it, fingers digging into your hips as his cock throbbed against your sensitive walls.

“Shit, babydoll,” he groans, his body shaking with restraint. “She’s so hungry for me, doll, feel her pulling me in-” he rasped, kissing along your jaw, tempting himself, torturing himself with slow, careful rolls of his hips that weren’t meant to push further. “Feel her tuggin’ on me, beggin’ for more.”

Your whimper was almost convincing, almost protest-but you both knew you were already melting for him.

“You… you promised…”

Bucky groaned, head dropping against your throat, body tensing as he tried-tried-to keep his promise. But then you squeezed around him, your pretty little pussy fluttering, and his control snapped.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” his voice was wrecked, thick with strained restraint, “I ain't got that kinda self-control.”

With a sharp thrust, he pushed more of himself inside you, stretching you wide, making your breath catch in a broken gasp.

Bucky hissed against your skin, shuddering, his cock pulsing inside your tight, needy cunt.

“Oops,” he rasped, voice dripping with something dark and sinful as he rolled his hips, sinking even deeper, your slick walls clenching down hard.

You whimpered, eyes wide, mouth parting.

“Guess you’re gonna have to take all of me now, huh?”

Before you can even think to argue, before you can even try to stop him, his hips press forward-slow and deep and relentless-and you can feel the way he fills you, feel the way your walls stretch to accommodate every thick, heavy inch.

You’re so full, so stuffed, and Bucky-fuck, Bucky is gone.

He’s panting against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips, his body shaking with how perfect you feel around him.

“Jesus, baby,” he growls, his breath ragged. “So tight..so good..fuck, I can’t-”

He shifts his hips, grinding deeper, and you whimper, nails scratching down his back.

“Bucky,” you plead, legs trembling. “You…you said…”

“I know,” he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know, baby, I’m sorry- this pussy just too good.”

He won’t stop.

Because you feel perfect, because your cunt is gripping him so tight, because he can’t just have a little-

He has to have all of you. You’re his whole world Even though he tries, even though he promised- Bucky Barnes isn’t a man who can have just the tip.

He's  ruining you all over again.

His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, stretching you open with every thick inch, dragging along your sensitive walls until you’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, watching the way your lips part, the way your body takes him deeper, the way you cling to him, like you were made for this. “Knew you could take it again-knew you’d let me in.”

He pulls back, just enough to make you whimper, you need him too. Bucky slamming back inside with a growl.

You’re wrecked beneath him, body arching as he drives deeper, setting a slow but brutal pace that has you squirming beneath him, pleasure building with every thick, perfect thrust.

“You wanted it, didn’t you?” His voice is a low rasp against your ear, breath hot, sending shivers down your spine. “Wanted me to break that little promise, to stretch you open, to fuck you like I should?”

You can’t answer-not when every thrust knocks the breath out of you, not when he’s making you feel so damn good.

Bucky smirks against your skin, teeth grazing your jaw, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “That’s what I thought, sweetheart.”

[theemporium]

i think the “i’m gonna sleep at my place tonight” prank would work on luke. you’ve moved into him and jacks apartment and not only is luke pouty and sleepy and confused. jack is lost bc he’s like “you live here?” would you be willing to make a blurb about this please?

tweaked it a little but thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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You hadn’t even done the prank for the sake of recording it, you were mostly just curious at what the reaction would have been after seeing a few videos earlier that day.

The three of you had a routine, one that you had developed wordlessly since you began dating Luke almost a year ago. On the days that you would be sleeping over, the three of you would watch some random movie or series in the living room together after dinner. You and Luke would take the bigger couch with him sprawled over you like a weighted blanket. Jack would take the smaller couch, sometimes paying attention and sometimes scrolling through his phone where he would turn to show you both something he found funny. 

It had become more of a norm the last few weeks since you had been crashing at their apartment for the foreseeable future after your place became inhabitable. 

It was domestic and comforting and predictable. 

So really, the prank was out of pure curiosity on what two hockey players—known for having their superstitions and routines, despite what they said—would do when that predictability was shattered.

“Alright,” you started once Luke was almost half-asleep with his head on your chest and Jack was immersed in whoever he was texting. “I should get going.” 

Luke let out a groan, nuzzling himself closer to you (as if that was possible). “We going to bed?” 

“No,” you said, trying to keep the grin off your face as you combed your fingers through his curls, watching the way he sighed as his eyes fluttered shut again. “I think I’m gonna sleep at my place tonight.” 

That seemed to catch Jack’s attention as he finally looked up from his phone, frowning at you. “What?” 

“I said I’m gonna sleep at my place tonight,” you repeated, moving yourself out from underneath Luke who groaned unhappily. 

Luke’s annoyance slowly morphed into confusion as he watched you start to grab your things. “Wait, what? What do you mean you’re sleeping at your place?” 

“Just need some space,” you said with a casual shrug, looking up to see both brothers staring at you with baffled expressions. “You know, have a me night.” 

Luke’s crestfallen expression almost made you break. He still looked half-asleep, not fully processing whatever conversation you were having. “You don’t want to sleep beside me tonight?” 

You flashed your boyfriend a sheepish smile. 

“Forget that,” Jack scoffed, sitting up a bit straighter. “You live here now? Why wouldn’t you be sleeping here?”

You shrugged. 

Jack blinked. “Did you hit your head and forget that your apartment is currently submerged in, like, three feet of water?” 

Luke blinked a few times like he was starting to wake up a little. “How is that more desirable than my bed?” 

But Jack took one look at the way you were pressing your lips together to hold back your laughter before he let out a groan, slumping back into his seat with a huff. “Ha ha, funny joke.”

“Like you haven’t done shittier pranks,” you snorted. 

However, Luke still looked baffled as he reached out for you, fingers gripping the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing to pull you closer. “Babe, what do you mean you wanna sleep at your place?” 

Your expression softened as you took in the sleepy, hooded eyes and messy curls, cooing as you tugged your boyfriend to stand up. “Nothing, baby, m’staying the night here. Let’s go to bed, yeah?” 

Luke flashed you a sleepy smile, nodding before he let out a yawn. 

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[nilla03]

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His Tinder pictures had been dangerous enough—a few casual shots, a grainy gym selfie, one where he was holding a stupidly big fish. But in person? Toji Fushiguro was something else entirely.

Broad, thick, and lounging in the dim booth like he had nothing better to do than watch you lose your mind over him

Because it wasn’t fair how effortlessly attractive he was, how his black button-down strained around his biceps, how his forearms flexed when he adjusted the sleeves. He’d ordered a whiskey neat, barely glanced at the menu, and then spent the next twenty minutes watching you toy with your straw like a nervous little thing.

“You always this quiet, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, gravelly, and way too amused.

You forced yourself to smile. “I talk.”

“To who? Your little dating app matches?” He smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “How many you got lined up after me?”

You scoffed, but your fingers were tight around your drink. “You think I’m a serial dater?”

“I think,” he drawled, eyes dark under heavy lashes, “you’re a cute little thing who has no idea what to do with herself right now.”

You could barely eat, barely sip your drink. The way his gaze kept dropping—lazily, knowingly—to your lips, your chest, the hem of your little dress riding up your thighs. It was all too much.

You weren’t even sure how it happened, who broke first.

One minute, Toji was tossing a couple of bills onto the table, the next, you were pressed against the sleek leather of his car, panting into his mouth as he dragged you into his lap.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he rasped, fingers digging into your thighs. “Knew you were all worked up. You been dripping since we sat down, huh?”

You whimpered against his lips, rocking forward instinctively, and he groaned, big hands sliding up your ass, gripping tight.

“You shoulda just said somethin’, baby,” he murmured, licking into your mouth like he was starving. “Woulda bent you over the table.”

The mental image made you whimper, nails clawing at his shoulders.

He chuckled, teeth grazing your jaw as he shoved your dress up, rough palms kneading your bare skin. “Yeah? That what you want? Me playin’ with you in public, makin’ a mess of you in front of all those people?”

You shook your head quickly, but the way your hips rolled against him betrayed you.

Toji groaned, dragging you closer, letting you feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against your soaked panties. “Lyin’ little thing,” he muttered, pulling the flimsy fabric to the side, thick fingers slipping through your slick folds.

“Shit,” he hissed, middle finger teasing at your entrance. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Been—been like that,” you admitted, voice shaky.

That earned you a dark chuckle, his hand slipping lower, pushing one thick finger inside you.

You gasped, walls fluttering around the intrusion, but Toji just groaned, lifting his hips to grind against you.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he muttered, adding a second finger, stretching you open, his thumb rubbing messy, slow circles against your clit.

You were a mess already, clinging to him, legs trembling as he worked you open, his mouth hot against your neck, teeth scraping your skin.

“Gonna let me fuck you in my car, princess?” he murmured, curling his fingers just right, making your breath hitch. “Gonna let me wreck this pretty little pussy?”

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, gripping your hips and grinding you down against him, letting you feel the full, thick press of him through his slacks. “You know what you’re doin’, sittin’ all pretty in my lap, whimperin’ like that.”

You barely had the sense to shake your head, eyes hazy, lips swollen from his kisses. “N-no, I—”

“No?” He smirked, pressing you down harder, making you keen. “This little dress, these pretty panties—” his fingers toyed with the lace before snapping the waistband against your skin, making you jolt. “Come on, sweetheart. You think I don’t know a needy little thing when I see one?”

You shuddered, hands fisting in his shirt, and Toji growled, impatient.

“Take ‘em off.”

You barely managed to lift your hips before he was yanking your panties down, shoving them into his pocket like he was collecting a prize. Then, strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide over him, letting the cool air kiss your soaked folds.

“Fuck,” he murmured, one big hand dragging up your thigh, thumb grazing the messy slick coating your skin. “Look at you.”

You whimpered, face burning, but he didn’t give you a second to get shy. His hands gripped your ass, guiding you forward until your bare pussy was sliding along the thick bulge in his pants.

The friction was too much—too hot, too good. You moaned, clutching his shoulders, hips moving instinctively, chasing the sensation.

Toji groaned, head tipping back against the headrest, his hands tightening on you. “That’s it, baby,” he muttered, voice rough. “Use me.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. He was so thick, so hard beneath you, and the slow drag of his clothed cock against your bare, slick folds was driving you insane.

You sobbed, hips rolling in desperate little movements, thighs shaking.

Toji groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched. “Goddamn,” he muttered, voice low, thick. “Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on me like a needy little thing.” You whimpered, burying your face in his neck, overwhelmed.

But he wasn’t having that. One big hand gripped your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. “Nah, pretty girl. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to get all worked up over dinner, let me take you out here and make a mess of you.”

Toji smirked, dark and mean, and suddenly, he was undoing his belt. “Alright, baby,” he rasped, shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself.

Thick. Heavy. Leaking at the tip.

Toji caught the way your thighs squeezed together and chuckled, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your dripping folds.

“Go on, princess,” he murmured, guiding you up, his tip catching against your entrance. “Sit that pretty pussy down on me.”

Your breath caught as Toji’s thick head pressed against your entrance, teasing, stretching, the barest push making you tremble. He didn’t rush, didn’t force—just held you there, gripping your hips, watching with dark, hooded eyes as you struggled to take him.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough, laced with hunger. “You can do it. Just a little more.”

You whined, nails digging into his shoulders, overwhelmed. He was too thick, too big, and the slow burn of him stretching you open had your thighs shaking.

Toji groaned, pressing a hand to your lower belly, feeling the way he was sinking into you, inch by inch. “Shit,” he muttered. “So tight, baby. You feel that?” He gave the lightest push, and you gasped, clenching around him. “Feel me deep in there?”

You nodded frantically, eyes glassy, mouth parted on a whimper.

He chuckled, dark and low, gripping your hips and pulling you down another inch.

You sobbed, thighs squeezing around his waist, toes curling in your heels.

Toji groaned, head tipping back against the seat, his hands flexing against your soft skin. “Fuck,” he rasped, voice raw. “This pussy’s a goddamn dream.”

Your head was spinning, legs trembling as he filled you, splitting you open in slow, agonizing inches.

“Breathe, baby,” Toji murmured, soothing but smug, stroking a rough hand up your spine. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good.”

You tried, tried to steady yourself, but the stretch was so much, the pressure so intense—your walls fluttered around him, struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him.

Toji let out a low, satisfied groan, his fingers digging into your ass. “There she is,” he murmured, eyes dark, hooded with lust. “Knew you could take it.”

You barely had time to adjust before he shifted beneath you, planting his feet against the car floor.

You choked on a gasp, hands flying to his chest, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt.

Toji grinned, mean, before doing it again, forcing a desperate moan from your lips. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, dragging you forward, making you take him deeper. “Look at you, baby—sittin’ on my cock like you were made for it.”

You could barely think, barely breathe. Every inch of him stretched you so full, pressing into every sensitive spot, hitting deep, so deep—

Toji groaned, rolling his hips, slow and deliberate, watching the way your body trembled. “You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Feel how good I stretch this pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered, nodding weakly, and he chuckled, dragging his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

Your hands clawed at his chest, desperate, overwhelmed, hips jerking as he kept you trapped, held you there, letting you feel every thick inch of him.

“Gonna make a mess on me already, baby?” he murmured, pressing you down harder.

You sobbed, thighs shaking, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too much-Toji growled, fingers tightening on your hips. “Go on, sweetheart,” he muttered, picking up the pace, fucking up into you with slow, deep thrusts. “Cum on my cock”

Your whole body tensed, a sharp gasp breaking from your lips as the pressure inside you snapped. Your vision blurred, head tipping back as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching down around him.

Toji groaned, teeth gritted, his grip bruising as he fucked you through it, dragging every last tremor from your shaking frame. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice thick, his pace turning rougher, sloppier. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”

“Gonna fill you up, princess,” he muttered, thumb pressing into your swollen clit, making you jolt. “Stuff this little pussy full—“

With a deep, shuddering groan, Toji buried himself to the hilt, his grip on you unrelenting as he spilled inside, thick and hot.

You barely had the strength to move, panting against his shoulder, body trembling, slick and sweat-damp against his chest.

Toji huffed a low chuckle, one hand smoothing up your back, the other gripping your thigh possessively. “Shit, baby,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your temple. “Next time, we’re skipping dinner.”

[woozinhos]

why do i think mingyu has a thing for size difference like have you seen his reaction when carat’s hands are smaller than his😦😦

Notes: wrote this little Drabble hope you enjoy 🤭

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Mingyu's back was pressed against the wall, his chest heaving as you knelt in front of him. Your small hands were wrapped around his thick cock, struggling to cover even half of it.

"Fuck, your hands are so tiny," he moaned, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and desire. "I can't believe they're actually holding me." You smirked and began to stroke him slowly, your fingers barely touching as you moved up and down his shaft.

"What's wrong, Mingyu?" you teased. "Can't handle a little size difference?" Mingyu let out a low growl, his hips bucking up into your touch. "It's not that," he said, his voice strained. "It's just... you look so small and delicate holding me like that. I feel like I could break you."

You chuckled and squeezed him gently, relishing in the way he gasped at the sensation. "I'm tougher than I look, you know," you replied, your thumb circling the head of his cock. "I can handle you just fine." Mingyu's head fell back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut as you continued to work him over. "I don't doubt that," he said, his voice husky. "But it's still a sight to see. Your little hands trying so hard to take me all in."

You leaned forward and licked a stripe up his shaft, your tongue flicking over the tip. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you asked, looking up at him with a smirk. "You like feeling big and powerful." Mingyu nodded, his hands coming down to rest on your head. "I do," he admitted, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I love the way you look up at me with those big eyes, struggling to please me."

He gently pushed your head down, urging you to take more of him into your mouth. "Come on, baby," he coaxed. "Show me how good you are at using those tiny hands and that little mouth of yours." You obeyed his command, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Your jaw stretched wide as you tried to accommodate his size, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Mingyu groaned in approval, his grip on your hair tightening. "That's it," he praised. "Just like that. You're doing so well for me." He started to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy for his pleasure. The feeling of being controlled and used by him was driving you wild, and you moaned around his cock.

Mingyu smirked down at you, noticing how much you were enjoying this. "Look at you, so eager to please," he teased. "Using your mouth and hands at the same time. You're a natural." He let go of your head, allowing you to set the pace again. You bobbed up and down, your hands working in tandem with your mouth as you stroked and squeezed his shaft.

Mingyu's moans grew louder, his breathing becoming ragged as he neared his climax once more. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You better be ready to take it all." You looked up at him with determination in your eyes, wanting to make him cum harder than ever before. You increased your speed, your hands and mouth working in perfect unison to bring him to the edge.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he groaned, his body tensing up again. "I'm gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours." With a final, guttural moan, Mingyu came undone. His hot seed spilled into your mouth, coating your tongue and throat as you struggled to swallow it all. You swallowed as much as you could, but some of it spilled out the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin. Mingyu watched you with a satisfied smile, his chest heaving as he came down from his high.

"Such a messy girl," he teased, using his thumb to wipe the excess cum from your chin. "But you took it so well." He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "You're perfect," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely perfect."

[mattsstarlet]

fully introducing… dilf!brat tamer!chris and soft!brat!reader.

contains: smut (fingering, p in v), unprotected sex (creampie), rough sex, dom!chris, orgasm denial, slight degradation (?), pet names.

note: thank you for 1k :3 love u guys <33

you huffed for what would’ve been the tenth time that night; you crossed your arms but immediately put them down as soon as chris’ low, stern voice spoke into your ear. “be a good girl, doll; you’re gettin’ on my last nerve.”

it was a warning, something that should’ve gotten you to behave. though you couldn’t help but ignite the cheeky girl in you as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, trying to remain calm. you loved testing his patience, getting him to his breaking point. deep inside, chris knew that, but oh, how he loved taking the last laugh.

“but i want to go home,” you pouted, tugging on his jacket as he scanned his surroundings, checking to see if anyone was watching you throw a fit. he was furious, to say the least; you had been acting up the second the two of you arrived at a party he was invited to. he was rooting for having a good time, then if you were good, he was going to reward his pretty doll afterwards.

“please? this place is so boring and m'getting cold.” you whined, giving him your best puppy eyes. however, chris was completely over it; all he wanted to do was get home and use his toy. “you wanna go home, dollie?”

your face perked up, a giant smile tugging at your lips. you won. or so that's what you think. “yes. i want to go home now.” you said confidently, chris couldn't help but bite down his smirk. “yeah? get y’ass in the car and wait for me; i’m gonna go say ‘bye’ then.”

you squealed as chris’ hand came in contact with your bare ass, your skirt hiked up to your waist—not even daring to take your clothes off. he had you on his bed, face down, ass up, as he stood behind you, his hand finger-fucking your swollen cunt.

“do you think you deserve my cock or to cum after whinin’ in my ear all night? huh?” he roughly asked, his fingers curling inside you, making your own toes curl. he had denied you two orgasms already, making you desperate and sticky. you shook your head, whimpering as yet another knot forms in your stomach.

chris removes his hand from your ass cheek and to your hair, gripping it to give you a nice, harsh tug. “i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, mama. y’going speechless on me all of a sudden?”

“n-no,” you blurted out, your eyes leaking rain on the wrinkled sheets as your thighs shook. you were on the edge, about to cum, when chris took his fingers out of your sloppy heat once again.

he chuckled hearing your desperate sobs, “no, what, toy? use your fuckin’ brain and talk right.”

you whimpered, your hole clenching around nothing as your orgasm fades away. “n-no, i don’t deserve to cum… or your cock.” you cried, your tears staining your flushed face, ruining your makeup. you looked like a fucking wreck, but chris always thought you looked best in tears.

“say you’re sorry and that you won’t throw a fit when i'm with friends.” he demanded, his fingers running through your puffy folds. both his ring and middle fingers drew circles onto your clit, making you jump up from the stimulation.

you gasped, pulling the sheets to get a firm grip. “won’t do it again. m'sorry, baby, please.” you begged, no longer feeling his touch anymore. you squirmed, wiggling your ass in the air as you heard a soft thud—his jeans falling onto the floor. you almost lifted your head to look, but you knew your chances of getting a release weren’t guaranteed.

chris stroked his dick, coating himself with the remainder of your arousal on his hand. he thought about leaving you like this, needy and messy with your slick folds. though, he couldn't do that, not when he wanted to give you a deep fixing.

without a warning, chris plunged his cock into your pussy, holding you down by the back of your neck with his hand. “yeah? not gonna do it again right, mama? y'gonna behave like the pretty doll you are?” he groaned, hearing the wet noises your heat was making against his dick.

“uh-huh,” you breathed out; it was all too much for your brain—your eyes were droopy, and muffled sobs, along with saliva, left your lips as his hips snapped against yours. chris’ nails dug deep into your skin, leaving crescent moon marks.

chris groaned; your gummy walls gripped onto his angry length each time his hips pulled away. his hand on your hair pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “wakey, wakey, dollie,” he cooed, licking a strip up to your earlobe, tugging it with his teeth.

“did you learn your lesson now, baby? hmm?" he smirked, his free hand snaked around your tummy, feeling himself each time he thrusted. “or do i need to deny you another orgasm?”

“no, chris, please no. i’ll be a good girl, i promise.” you whined, your hand looped under his arm, gripping onto his bicep as if your life depended on it.

he placed a kiss onto your neck, his low voice whispering into your ear, “yeah? go ahead and cum on my cock, then, ma. show me what a good girl you can be.”

your own nails dug into his skin as a loud moan escaped your lips—finally getting the release your pussy ached for. your tummy clenched as he continued to fuck you, aiming for his orgasm. your mouth hung low; noises that came out sounded almost like screams. your mind and body felt too overwhelmed, as his load spurted deep.

“fuck,” you fell forward; your body felt weak and tired. your eyes fluttered shut, almost snoozing off till you felt a light shake followed by a kiss onto your cheek.

“good girl, doll. all good? yeah?” he smiled softly as he watched you nod, rubbing your back to provide ease and comfort. “head up, dollie. gotta clean you up and put you in pjs first.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

for @marrykisskilled , my argentina baby

[ur-sick-and-married]

JUST NEED A LITTLE LOVE • ABBY ANDERSON

CONTENTS: afab/female reader, mentions of blood, business woman Abby!

SUMMARY: Abby takes care of you when you have your period.

A/N: I’m supposed to get my period soon so obviously I’m gonna write an Abby Anderson one shot inspired by it.

Abby got home to a silent apartment. This was very unusual. Normally, you were practically tackling her, going on and on about how much you missed her. So the silence was…unsettling.

“Babe?” She called out, leaving her messenger style bag on the kitchen counter.

She peeked in the living room, but you weren’t there. She quickly made her way to the bedroom. She was getting nervous.

“Babe…?” She repeated when she saw a lump in the big bed, which is how you had spent most of your day.

You pretended to be asleep. You didn’t want to talk. What you really wanted was a damn hysterectomy. Your stomach had been aching all day, and no matter what painkiller you took, yoga pose you did, how much water you drank…the cramps wouldn’t go away.

You heard Abby moving around. The closet door opened. You knew it was because she had taken her work shoes off when you stopped hearing the clicking of the heel.

You felt the mattress shifting, and then she was behind you, a hand on your head.

“I know you’re awake…” She whispered while playing with your hair. “You’re too tense to be asleep.”

“How was work?” You asked quietly, giving up on faking sleep.

“Fine.” She responded, focused on you. “What’s wrong?”

“Just don’t feel great…”

Her grip on you tightened with worry. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s my period.” You muttered.

She immediately understood what you were feeling. She hugged you tightly, her face buried in your hair.

“Aw, I’m sorry…” She sighed. “I know it’s really fucking annoying. Cramps?”

You nodded, groaning softly. “They’re so bad, Abs…no matter what I do, it still hurts like a bitch.”

She kissed your head a few times, as if that would soothe the pain in your middle.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you now.” She promised.

She tugged off her work shirt and pants, leaving her in just a bra and underwear. She lifted the sheets to slip in beside you, but paused.

“You’ve been lying here for a while, huh?” She said quietly.

“I guess…” You answered, a little ashamed to admit it. “Why?”

“You bled through…”

Sure enough, there was a stain on the sheets, and your legs.

“Dammit!” You moaned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart!” She said quickly. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

She easily picked you up, and carried you into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, making sure it was warming up.

“You get in there, and I’ll join you in a few minutes.” She told you.

“Okay.” You agreed.

She left you alone to get undressed. The hot shower felt amazing against your aching muscles. You rinsed yourself off, not wanting to be messy when Abby eventually got in.

Abby stripped the bed, and tossed the sheets in the laundry. Then she came back to the bathroom, where she got in the shower with you.

“Don’t worry about the mess.” She said softly. “It’s taken care of.”

“Thank you…” You sighed.

“Of course…anything for you.” She smiled. “Now let’s focus on getting you taken care of.”

She got your favorite body wash and a cloth, and started to wash your body. She let you lean on her as she did so. The pain in your stomach radiated to your legs, making standing uncomfortable. She had a strong hold on you, though. She wasn’t gonna let you fall.

“I got ya…” She murmured a few times, reassuring you.

Once your skin was squeaky clean, she got out some face wash, and started massaging your temples. Her hands slid down your face, and she squished your cheeks, making you laugh.

“Abby…” You giggled softly.

“There’s that smile.” She grinned. “You’re so gorgeous, baby…even when you’re on your period. It doesn’t bother me at all. I get it too. You know it doesn’t bother me, right?”

“I’m starting to get that, yeah.” You teased.

You two finished up in the shower, then Abby wrapped you both in fluffy towels. She went to get pajamas to give you a minute of privacy in the bathroom.

“Here…” She handed you some comfy clothes when she came back. “I thought you might want to wear one of my shirts.”

She had gotten you some pajama shorts, and a top of hers, some ratty old t-shirt that was insanely comfortable.

You both got dressed. You were feeling a bit better. The hot shower helped relieve some of your aches and pains, but not completely.

“You hungry, angel?” Abby asked, pulling you into her arms.

“Maybe a little.” You answered.

“You’re probably not super into eating right now…” She said. “But it might help you feel better. I’ll make you anything you want.”

You thought hard for a second, trying to figure out what you could possibly eat. Nothing sounded appealing.

“We could order from that place down the street…” She hummed.

That immediately got your attention. It was your favorite place for takeout. Just the thought of it almost made your stomach growl for the first time all day.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Abby laughed when she saw your eyes light up. “You wanna order when I make the bed?”

She went to get new sheets then started making the bed, while you put in your order for food. Once the bed was finished, Abby tucked you back in, making sure you were comfy.

“How are the cramps?”

“Still there…” You sighed.

She laid beside you, like she had before. Her hand slipped under the blankets. “Is it okay if I rub your stomach?”

You nodded. She carefully started massaging your stomach, right where the cramps were the worst. The warmth of her hands quickly helped ease the pain.

“I’ll do this until the food gets here.” She murmured. “Then we’ll eat and you can take some pain medication. I don’t want you taking it on an empty stomach.”

“Thank you, Abs…” You whispered. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” She smiled. “But what else was I gonna do? Leave you all alone while in pain. No way, princess…you just need a little love.”

[semiloml]

PIZZA BOY!! - Yuji Itadori

★ pairing: aged up!Yuji x f!Reader

★ content: smut, nsfw, oral sex(female receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, pussy drunk yuji!

★author‘s note: ENJOY!

- ⭑𓂃 ⌗

You were about five minutes away from calling the pizza place and demanding a refund when your doorbell finally rang.

With an annoyed huff, you swung the door open, ready to lay into whoever was on the other side—only to be met with him.

Yuji Itadori stood on your doorstep, grinning like he wasn’t almost one hour late, golden eyes glinting with mischief.

His pink hair was slightly messy, his delivery uniform snugging around his broad shoulders.

The scent of warm pizza mixed with his scent—a little sweat, a little cologne, and a lot of trouble filled your nose.

„Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, holding up the pizza box.

„But to be fair… I did bring you the best-looking delivery guy in town. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe.

„Oh, so now you think your face makes up for bad service?”

Yuji clicked his tongue, stepping just a little closer, tilting his head at you. „I think it makes up for a lot of things.” His voice dropped, smooth and teasing, and you felt the shift—like he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to get under your skin.

„Yeah?” You arched a brow. „And what else does it get me?”

His grin widened. „Depends… you got a tip for me?”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the pizza, but Yuji pulled it just out of reach.

„Nuh-uh,” he tsked, stepping inside like he owned the place, kicking the door shut behind him. „Not until you say I’m the best delivery guy you’ve ever had.”

You huffed, staring up at him. „That’s ridiculous.”

„Is it?” He set the box on the counter, then turned back to you, eyes darkening just a little, hands slipping onto your waist. „Because I can show you just how good my service can be”

Your breath hitched. „Yuji—”

you tried to finish your sentence but he was already kissing you, hot and impatient, hands gripping your hips as he pressed you back against the kitchen counter.

The moment his tongue slipped past your lips, you knew exactly where this was going

„You were pissed at me a second ago,” he teased, mouth brushing against your jaw as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.

„Guess I really do make up for bad service.”

„Shut up,” you muttered, tugging him even closer.

Yuji chuckled, low and cocky, but he didn’t argue.

Instead, he dropped to his knees, hands trailing down your thighs as he looked up at you with a wicked smirk.

„Guess I’ll have to earn my tip the hard way, huh?”

Yuji knelt between your legs, eyes dark with hunger as his hands slid up your thighs, squeezing just enough to make your pulse quicken

„You know,” he muttered, lips brushing your skin, “I was gonna take cash, but I think I want my tip in a different way.”

Your breath hitched as he hooked his fingers into your pj shorts, tugging them and your panties down in one smooth motion.

His lips were hot against your skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses up your inner thigh.

„You’re insufferable,” you breathed, but there was no bite in it—not when his lips were already pressing hot, openen-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, sucking on the soft skin just enough to make your heart beat faster.

„Mhm,” he hummed, eyes glinting. „But you like it.”

You did.

And you liked him even more when he gripped your thighs, spreading them, pulling you closer, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing path up your slit.

Yuji groaned when he tasted you, the sound vibrating through your body.

„Fuck,“ he mumbled, voice muffled as he buried himself between your legs, devouring you like he couldn’t get enough.

„You‘re better than anything on that damn menu“

Your fingers tangled in his pink hair, tugging lightly, and he moaned against you, like he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

His tongue flicked against your clit, teasing at first, then pressing harder when your hips jerked against his face.

„That's it," he murmured, voice thick with arousal and amusement. „All that attitude gone now, huh?”

“Yuji—” You gasped, but your words were cut off when his tongue flicked against your clit, pressure building with each stroke.

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through you, making your knees buckle. If it weren't for his firm grip on your thighs, you might've collapsed right then and there.

„Mm, I like you like this," he mused, dragging his tongue down to dip into your entrance before working his way back up. „All quiet, all needy."

„Shut up," you breathed, trying to glare, but it was impossible when he was eating you out like he had all the time in the world.

Yuji grinned against you. „Make me."

Then he doubled down, tongue flicking in tight, relentless circles, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you from squirming away.

You were dripping, and Yuji licked up every drop like he was starving for you.

The knot in your stomach tightened, your body tensing as pleasure built higher and higher. Yuji could feel it-feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your grip in his hair tighter the way you were gasping his name like there was no tomorrow,

„Come on," he coaxed, voice muffled against your slick heat. „Give me that tip, baby."

And when he sucked harder, pressing his tongue flat against your clit, you snapped, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

Yuji groaned out loud as you came, licking you through your orgasm, drinking up every bit of your climax like he wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.

When your body finally sagged against the counter, breathless and spent, he pulled back just enough to look up at you, chin glistening, lips curled into a smug grin.

„See?" he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

„Best delivery guy ever,” he said, wiping his chin.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed reading this!! Lmk if I missed any typos!!

[pinkyqily]

ONLY YOURS - JUJU WATKINS X READER

Summary: Because of recent speculation, online, it makes you rethink your relationship with juju.

Warning: cursing, angst to fluff, reader bluffing, miscommunication from r

Author's note: this fic was requested by @atditsitzjt and I hope you enjoy reading this, we love Otto in this house, I just needed someone who juju is close to build up fic tension.

feedbacks are always welcome and happy readings readers 💐

To be honest, you had no reason to think that juju would cheat on you.

But overthinking is a bitch and that how you and juju found yourself in this messy position in you're relationship.

It all started with when you saw a comment about how juju is always with Otto and doesn't she have a girlfriend to go to.

That comment didn't bother you at all until the sudden change of your algorithm.

You started seeing post of people shipping them together, pictures that looked way too intimate.

how they are always together from practice to hanging outside of campus together.

You felt like your heart got twisted and toyed with. You waited until she would come over to your place to try and bring it up, not wanting to jump into conclusion yet wanting to give her the benefit of doubt.

Juju came around, and she could tell something was wrong, but she didn't want to push your buttons after the long day she had.

You both enjoyed each other company, but the sense of lingering tension was obviously in the air and if anyone was to enter the room they would most likely feel suffocated.

You were laying on your girlfriend as she scrolled through her phone on Instagram.

But you couldn't keep quite anymore and got off her, she looked at you a confused.

you cleared your throat to speak.

"So you and Otto hang out with each other a lot." You started with.

"Yeah, she's my best friend, you know that." She said.

"You guys are really close for best friend".

"What point are you trying to make?". She said, looking irritated.

"I'm gonna be straight with you, Juju are you cheatin-. Before you could finish you heard her cut you off. "Don't you finish that sentence, what made you come to this." The way she reacted caught you off guard.

"Oh, I'm sorry that my supposed girlfriend loves hanging out with her best friend more than her actual gf, that it has the internet speculating if you guys are dating".

"You have to be serious, you're getting your claims from delusional people on the internet?". She said looking really hurt by the not so accusation you put against her.

"Yeah because they make more sense than whatever your fucking saying juju".

"What can't you understand she's my best friend just because we're always together, means nothing to me." You heard her say, she tired grabbing your hands but you simply moved back creating more space between the two of you.

"But it does to me do you ever think about how I would feel huh, you don't see me always hanging out with my best friend like that". You told her getting upset that she couldn't understand your point of view.

"One she's been with me since day one, she works with the team too, so of course we're always gonna be at the same place two just because we're always together means nothing to me". She explained to you. Grabbing both your hands as she continued speaking

"You're my girlfriend, not her, the person I love and adore you make me feel all sorts of things when we're together."

You felt a little shakend, she was someone who was always straight foward but doesn't to pushy with it. You had nothing to say to her they only thing you could do was leave the living room.

where you both we're staying so you could get some air.

You felt like a huge asshole for doubting her. What type of partner accuses there significant other, onto of that you use the internet as some type of excuses just because of your insecurities instead of communicating with her.

Oh you felt bad, after what felt likes hours but was only a few minutes you went back inside after staying outside. Juju was just how you left her, she was sitting on the arm of the couch fidgeting with her fingers.

You stood in front of her, but there was still the lack of distance between two of you.

You started by saying

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have accused you like that I don't know what wrong with me everything people were saying just got to me". You told her.

"I'm not gonna lie, your accusations hurt me, especially when you know I would never do you like that." She said, pulling you closer as she laid her head on your shoulder.

After your conversation with her that night, you expected her not to stay over like she normally does but she did.

You're both laying down in bed you couldn't fall asleep yet.

"Baby, I just wanted you to know I'm really sorry, and I feel so stupid thinking about it." You said, thinking she fell asleep.

"It okay, just go back to bed mhm". You heard her say as she pulled you closer by your waist.

"Goodnight, I love you." You said to her as you slowly able to fall asleep and be at peace without your mind playing tricks on you.

"I love you too." She said her arms stil wrapped around your body.

[rafes-slut]

Rafe takes care of you on your period

Pairing: soft!rafe x reader

Summary: you are on your period and to help with your cramps rafe spoils you and takes care of you to help with it

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, period-related themes, cramp relief, soft and slow lovemaking, bodily fluids, emotional tenderness, comfort and care during intimacy.

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Rafe knew something was off the moment he walked into the room. The usual bright energy you carried was dimmed, replaced with a quiet discomfort. You were curled up on the bed, clutching your stomach, a deep frown on your face. His heart tightened at the sight, knowing exactly what was going on but hating to see you in pain.

He quietly walked over to the bed, setting down the grocery bags in his hands. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair back from your face. “You okay, babe?”

You looked up at him with a small, tired smile, but it didn’t hide the strain on your face. “Just cramps… It’s worse than usual today.”

Rafe’s face softened, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m gonna make you feel better.” He stood up and quickly grabbed the bags, pulling out your favorite snacks—chocolate, chips, and a few candy bars—setting them down on the bed next to you. “I know it’s not much, but these should help, right?”

You chuckled weakly at the sight, the thought of food always managing to make you feel a little better. “You’re spoiling me.”

He smirked, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “You deserve it. But I’ve got something even better in mind.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, confused, but Rafe just smiled knowingly, moving to the side of the bed. “I’m gonna make you feel so much better. I know what works, baby.” He helped you sit up a little, propping some pillows behind you to make you comfortable.

You watched as he moved around the room, grabbing towels and laying them out carefully on the bed. “I’m just gonna get us settled, then I’m gonna take care of you.”

It took a few moments, but you realized exactly where this was going. You wanted to protest—because it felt strange to think about sex when you were on your period—but the thought of the pain easing, of him being so sweet and gentle, made the idea almost impossible to resist.

Rafe turned back to you, his expression serious but soft. “I don’t care if it’s messy, babe. I just want you to feel good again.” He reached out, brushing your hair out of your face, his touch warm and tender. “I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

You nodded, a mix of vulnerability and trust flooding you. Rafe was always a little intense, a little too confident at times, but in moments like this, his care for you was overwhelming. You could feel the sincerity in his words, the softness in his gaze.

He gently undressed you, starting with your shirt, taking extra care to be slow and considerate. When you were left in just your underwear, he carefully kissed the inside of your wrist, his lips lingering there as if to reassure you. Then he began to worship your body, kissing down your neck, tracing the lines of your collarbones, planting gentle, sweet kisses along your skin. Every touch, every kiss, was an attempt to make you feel better, to ease the tension in your body.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” he murmured against your skin, his lips moving lower to your chest. “I just want to make you feel better.”

You shook your head, a quiet moan escaping your lips as his hands gently cupped your breasts, massaging softly, making sure to be gentle, to focus on your pleasure. He moved slowly, cautiously, checking in with you every step of the way.

Rafe’s lips moved lower, kissing down your stomach, stopping just above your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes filled with tenderness, before gently sliding your panties off, exposing your body to him completely.

“I want you to feel good, okay? Relax for me, baby.” His voice was so soothing, so soft, like he was coaxing you into the calmest of places.

He kissed your inner thighs first, his touch light, then slowly began to kiss his way up, until his lips were brushing against your heat. You tensed at first, the pressure of his kisses sending shivers through your body, but Rafe was there, whispering to you, rubbing circles on your hips, keeping you grounded. “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Let me help.”

When he finally reached your center, he didn’t rush. His touch was careful and deliberate, making sure you were comfortable, giving you time to adjust. His fingers explored slowly at first, his lips kissing and soothing you, all while he kept a constant flow of sweet, comforting words. “I love you so much. I’m so lucky to have you. Let go, baby, just let go.”

With every word, every kiss, you felt the pain from the cramps start to melt away. His body was warm against you, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible. As his fingers continued, the pressure inside you started to build in a way that had nothing to do with your discomfort. His slow, rhythmic motions helped ease the cramps and brought a new wave of pleasure.

“Rafe,” you whispered, your hands gripping the sheets, trying to stay calm, trying to focus on him, on how good he was making you feel.

He pulled back slightly, looking up at you with his eyes full of concern. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, though your breath was shaky. “Feels… good. Keep going.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He moved faster now, his hands pressing against your body with more confidence, his tongue following the same path, all while he continued to soothe you with soft, sweet words. His voice was steady, grounding you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’m gonna take care of you, just let go, baby.”

And you did. With every touch, every kiss, you let yourself sink deeper into the pleasure, into the feeling of being loved and cared for by him. He didn’t rush you; he didn’t try to force anything. He simply stayed close, kissing you softly and talking you through it.

When you finally reached your peak, you let out a shaky sigh of relief, the pain from your cramps almost completely gone, replaced by a deep, pleasurable warmth that spread through your entire body.

Rafe was still with you, kissing your forehead, brushing your hair back as you both took a moment to catch your breath. “You did so good, baby,” he whispered softly, his lips grazing your ear. “I’m proud of you.”

You smiled weakly, your head resting on the pillow, feeling lighter, happier, and more relaxed than you had all day. “Thank you, Rafe. I didn’t think I could feel this good today.”

He chuckled softly, laying beside you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Anything for you, sweetheart. I’ll always take care of you.”

[undiagnosedcruelty]

Bound By Mistake │k.seungmin

Chapter 2: Demon Roommate

Sypnosis: When you accidentally summon Seungmin, a high-ranking demon with an attitude problem, you find yourself bound to him by an unbreakable contract.

Pairing: Demon!K.seungmin x afab!reader

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Bound By Mistake masterlist here.

Content Warning: supernatural elements, mild profanity and sarcasm, banter, demonic presence, references to self-endangerment, crackfic.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: short chapters because I cannot, for the life of me get my keyboard to work properly.

chapter 1│ next chapter coming soon..

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION──NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATES TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

It had been exactly six hours since you had accidentally summoned a demon into your home, and frankly, you were not handling it well.

Your brain was still playing catch-up with the absolute cosmic mistake you’d made. There was a demon—an actual demon—lounging on your bed like he paid rent here, flipping through one of your books with the air of someone completely unimpressed with his current situation. His posture was lazy, one leg propped over the other, foot bouncing idly in the air. Every now and then, he’d sigh like the mere act of existing in your presence was exhausting. His expression was unreadable, but you got the distinct impression that if he had been given a choice in the matter, he would rather be anywhere else.

Meanwhile, you were standing in the corner, trying very hard not to have a full-blown existential crisis.

This was not how your night was supposed to go. You had been minding your own business, burning a scented candle, flipping through some old books you’d picked up from that weird little shop downtown—where, in hindsight, the shopkeeper had been way too eager to get rid of them—when you’d apparently uttered the exact sequence of words needed to rip open a tiny hole in the fabric of reality and drag a demon straight into your apartment.

Your apartment. Your small, messy, one-bedroom apartment where the most supernatural thing to ever happen before tonight was the time your microwave randomly turned on at 3 AM.

And now there was a demon here.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, gripping the back of your desk chair like it was your last tether to reality. "Okay," you finally managed, voice a little higher than usual. "I need you to explain to me, very clearly, what is happening."

Seungmin didn’t even look up. "You summoned me."

Your fingers tightened around the chair. "I know that part, smartass. I mean—what does that actually mean? Am I cursed? Are you gonna steal my soul? Do I need to start collecting holy water?"

Seungmin turned a page, completely unbothered. "You don’t have a soul worth stealing."

You gaped at him. "Oh my god," you hissed, dragging a hand down your face. "Do you ever stop being an asshole?"

He looked up just enough to smirk at you. "Nope."

You took a deep breath, counted to ten, and resisted the overwhelming urge to throw something at him. Again. Because, yes, you had already thrown a pillow at his head when this whole mess started, and no, it had not been nearly as satisfying as you had hoped.

"Just. Explain. The rules."

Seungmin finally closed the book—after dog-earing the page, the absolute menace—and stretched like a cat who had zero interest in your existential crisis. His joints popped lazily, and he let out a satisfied hum before finally deigning to meet your gaze.

"Fine," he said, expression somewhere between amusement and condescension. "You performed an unintentional summoning spell and bound me to you. That means—" he rolled his wrist in a lazy circle, "—wherever you go, I go. Congratulations, you have your very own personal demon."

You stared at him, horrified. "You’re kidding."

"Do I look like I’m kidding?"

"No, you look like a mistake that just became my problem."

Seungmin grinned. "Right back at you."

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. "Okay, so… what, you just follow me around forever?"

"Not forever," Seungmin said. "Just until one of us dies."

You choked. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, don’t be so dramatic," he drawled. "It’s not that bad."

You stared at him like he’d lost his entire mind. "Not that bad? My entire life just got hijacked by a snarky hellspawn, and you’re saying it’s not that bad?"

Seungmin gave you a mocking look of sympathy. "Aww, poor you."

You gritted your teeth. "Okay. Fine. So let’s say I accept this absolute nightmare reality—what does this whole ‘binding’ thing actually do? Are you going to start possessing me? Controlling my thoughts? Eating my dreams?"

Seungmin let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. "You really think highly of yourself, don’t you? No, I don’t want to possess you—why would I ever want to live in that brain?"

You flipped him off.

He smirked. "The bond just means I can’t harm you, and if you get yourself killed, I get dragged down with you."

You froze. “…Wait. What?”

Seungmin gave you an unimpressed look. "Did you not read the fine print before summoning a demon?"

"Of course I didn’t, I didn’t even know I was summoning you!"

"Well, congratulations," Seungmin said dryly. "You just made your survival my problem."

You blinked. Then blinked again. A slow, chaotic thought began forming in your head.

Seungmin immediately noticed. His expression darkened. "No."

You took a step forward, grinning. "So if I, say, jump off a bridge—"

"I will stop you."

"—Or walk into traffic—"

"I will physically throw you out of the way."

"—Or start free-climbing buildings—"

Seungmin’s eye twitched. "I swear to Satan, if you start using your own mortality to hold me hostage, I will make your life a living hell."

You just smiled sweetly. "You mean more than you already are?"

Seungmin groaned and flopped backward onto your bed. "I hate you."

"Right back at you, buddy."

For a moment, there was silence, except for the faint hum of your apartment’s crappy ceiling fan. Your mind was still spinning, but the overwhelming panic had dulled just enough for you to think again.

"So," you said slowly. "If we’re stuck together, does that mean you’re… my bodyguard or something?"

Seungmin cracked one eye open. "Only if I feel like it."

You crossed your arms. "So if someone tries to stab me, you’re just gonna… let it happen?"

"Depends," he said. "Did you deserve it?"

You threw your hands up. "Wow, I feel so safe already."

He grinned.

You exhaled through your nose. "And what about my normal life? I have work, bills to pay—"

Seungmin waved a hand. "You do whatever humans do. I don’t care. Just know that if you’re in danger, I’ll be dragged to you whether I want to be or not."

That was… an unsettling thought.

You hesitated. "So, like… if I’m sleeping?"

Seungmin’s smirk widened. "Oh, absolutely."

Your stomach dropped. "You’re not gonna just… stare at me while I sleep, right?"

Seungmin said nothing.

"…Right?"

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Oh my god," you groaned. "You are the worst."

He chuckled. "Look, I don’t like this situation any more than you do. So let’s just stay out of each other’s way."

You thought about how nothing in your life was ever going to be normal again.

And then you thought about how annoying this demon was.

"Yeah," you said. "No promises."

Seungmin groaned.

You just smiled.

Series Tag list: @maisyyyyyy @hyeon-yi

[luvsizedfrellie]

˖ . ݁ ᨒ↟ 𖠰 snow, patrolling and a leaf

The frosted morning air nipped at Ellie's cheeks as she trudged a few steps behind you along the uneven trail. The crunch of snow under the boots was steady, a rhythm broken only by the occasional snap of a branch or you muttering something about how it was cold enough to freeze the damn gun in her hand.

Ellie barely heard you. She was too busy sneaking looks at your back—how your messy bun bobbed as you turned your head, scanning the tree line like the pro you were. Even swaddled in a patrol jacket big enough to drown you, you still looked well, good. Too good, honestly.

"Els."

She'd been staring too long, she knew it even before you said her name. You turned back to her, one hand resting on your hip, the other still gripping your gun. Your lips quirked like you already knew Ellie was lost in her own head.

"You're on watch too, y'know" you teased, your voice low and syrupy. You pointed to your own eyes, then gestured to the treeline dramatically. "Keep those eyes up, sugar."

"Yeah, yeah," Ellie grumbled, stuffing her gloved hands deeper into her pockets. If you noticed the way she flushed, you didn't comment.

˖ . ݁

They'd been out for hours now, and Ellie's focus was shot to hell. It wasn't the bitter cold or the creeping silence of the woods around them—it was your laugh echoing in her head. She kept hearing it every time you said something sly, like when Ellie slipped on a patch of ice earlier and you had blurted out 'so graceful, sweetie' while catching her arm. Ellie wanted to hear it again, over and over, until the sound was locked in her memory forever.

Which, yeah, meant she was getting even worse at pretending she wasn't hopelessly into her best friend.

She didn't mean to keep drifting close to you, either, but you had this way of pulling her in, like gravity. Ellie tossed a quick glance your way as they approached the rotted-out cabin marking the halfway point of their patrol route. Your profile looked softer than usual , and you had this little habit of blowing warm air into your hands when you thought Ellie wasn't looking, your quick breaths condensing into puffs of white mist.

Ellie swallowed hard, she needed some sort of grounding force, something to stop her from staring at you like a weirdo, and there was no way the words wouldn't stick in her throat if she tried saying something. She could already feel herself getting hot under the collar—stupid, stupid crush, it was gonna kill her someday.

But as your curls shifted with the breeze, Ellie saw it—something small tucked into the strands near your right ear.

It almost felt like divine intervention.

"Uh, hey," Ellie said, clearing her throat. Her voice came out way more awkward than she wanted. "You've got something in your hair."

You paused, raising an eyebrow over your shoulder. "Yeah? What is it?"

"I dunno—hold still. I'll get it." Ellie stepped closer, her hand already halfway extended before you even gave her permission. Her pulse thrummed as she leaned in, fingers brushing against the thick, soft waves of your hair.

It was just a tiny limber pine needle, really. It shouldn't be a big deal. But Ellie lingered. She tugged the leaf out, but her hand didn't pull away immediately. Her fingers felt clumsy and out of place, yet unwilling to leave your warmth.

"There," Ellie rasped finally, hoping you couldn't hear the abrupt tightness in her voice. "Got it."

"You're thorough," you teased, glancing at her with a soft smirk, in the way that both killed and revived Ellie in equal measure. "Guess i should be glad you care enough not to let me walk around lookin' stupid."

Ellie scowled, stepping back so she could have somewhere to aim her glare that wasn't your smug face. "Wouldn't say i care that much. Just didn't wanna stare at it the whole time."

Your laugh was warm and rich. It worked like a hand wrapping itself around Ellie's heart and squeezing.

"I owe you one, sugar," you said, your tone more playful than serious. You tilted your chin toward the trail ahead. "Come on now. The others will have our asses if we don't log something too."

Ellie nodded, thankful for the excuse to keep moving before you could read the color blazing across her face. But even with the change in direction, her mind stayed stuck on the brief weight of your hair beneath her touch. She flexed her fingers, almost like she could carry the feeling of it for just a little longer.

[sugarandspite05]

im sure this theory is frequent but i got my friends to start yellowjackets (yippie!) and one of my friends said that adult taissa looks "robotic” in the scene where they’re taking family photos. and i don't know why it took me this long to realize, but when she mentioned that i was like….

okay, so the lines between other tai and normal tai just have to be blurred. it’s clear that adult tai doesn’t have control over other tai and it’s ruining her life…. or is it?

but anyway other tai doesn't just come out when shes asleep, its when shes awake too. and i get that, but i guess my friends comment just woke me up to the fact that when adult tai is on screen it could rlly be other tai or normal tai at any given moment, you have to really focus to see a switch. that’s if the switch is even noticeable?? i think it will get to the point of no one being able to tell. and tawny cypress is sooo good at showing the subtle changes in her face when needed, so honestly im feeling like ive been very dense this entire time😭 and now that im looking over these old scenes it rlly just shows me that other tai and normal tai are just coequal.

and then that also makes me believe that at some point tai is gonna fully release herself and embrace other tai. i mean, that’s what these recent s3 episodes are showing me.

(taivan appreciation coming out here now) i 1000% believe van is the catalyst for tai FULLY accepting and embracing herself… good tai and evil tai alike.

now thinking back to shauna telling tai about her affair, tai says what she had with simone was good, stable, but it’s clear that the “spark” she felt was referring to van, the relationship that’s messy and the inherent bad choice based on their shared trauma. but tai has always wanted van. and i think taissa’s demeanor change in season 2 really exemplifies the exploration of other tai, and that correlation to van. it always has. i mean, she goes to find van because of it.

but focusing on tai’s character, it’s also noticeable how her appearance even changes too, how her dress becomes more laid back and more masculine as she strays away from being a politician and keeping up her self image (she literally hires jessica robert’s for this very reason). jesus, i adore taissa’s character so much… but that’s more yapping for another day.

but overall there’s this freedom now that current tai is experiencing that she was heavily lacking before, and i believe the last time she felt it was the wilderness. so, i do think tai will eventually kill someone for van and other tai will take complete control. but then again, who knows with this show anymore… my faith in the writing is very very slowly weaning but i still have hope in this show

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

It's the start of the jql drought and I'm not doing well friends. March is gonna be a month of jbl rewatches for me.

QL - Currently Watching

🇹🇼 Exclusive Love [4/12] - Once again, I'm here for the sides. I can't help it, I love a pining bestie, and I got two here. I'm not really connecting to the mains for some reason. It seems to be a thing with me and Taiwan lately.

🇰🇷 FC Soldout [7/8] - This show is not great. But honestly, they are all so endearing. And I love that Gang Jae finally told him. That was a very nice moment. And of course we are watching a show with gay footballers so a kiss on the field was obligatory, but in the middle of the game? In front of everyone? Also, is there really only one more ep? I think we need more. Just keep changing some players every once in a while and we could have this show on forever.

🇹🇭 GelBoys [3/7] - Oh the teenage angst... They are too young to know better so I can empathize, but they are also so mean to each other. I loved the change in pov, although there were more similarities than they were differences. I said it before but I'm so grateful I didn't have to go through any of this in this technology era. It looks exhausting. Can't wait to see more of Baabin tomorrow.

🇹🇼 Impression of Youth [8/9] - I'm just not vibing with this one. The pacing is weird, it feels rushed at times, it feels disconnected, and I just don't find any the couples all that compelling. I'm just not feeling it.

🇹🇭 Ossan's Love Th [8/12] - It's bonkers, it's funny and it's cute. Since I haven't seen the original, I can only judge by what is there. And it's fun. I love EarthMix and they deliver the couple moments like few others. And Mix is as perfect as ever. But it's not without its issues. Which for the moment I'm choosing to ignore. Thor is so pretty.

🇹🇭 Perfect 10 Liners [18/24] - Faifa and Wine are one of the most interesting pairs I've seen in a while. It was funny to see a boy entering the bubble in real time. And Faifa. He's such a kinda soul, and trying so hard to keep it all in for the benefits of others. I'm liking this final arc so far.

🇹🇭 Reverse With Me [4/8] - I'm liking this one a lot. The leads are really good together, for now the fantasy element is solid, and the visuals are stunning. I hope this one can keep it up till the end.

🇰🇷 Secret Relationships [2/8] - I'm a sucker for the kdrama look. It's so minimal and clean and shiny. As usual, I have my doubts this kind of messy setup can be done well in 8 eps but I wanna believe. Seong Hyun is very endearing and I really hope Da On can fall for the nice guy. Waiting to see more before I can say anything else, but I hate a bunch of these people already.

🇹🇭 The Boy Next World [5/10] - It's really parallel worlds, uh? I think the funniest thing about this is how I was genuinely surprised by a 'twist' that was revealed in the first episode. I don't expect a lot from this show, so I'm gonna refrain from saying much about it until the end.

🇹🇭 Thame·Po [12/13] - Please please please, stick the landing. This episode felt like a bridge, to hopefully deliver a solid finale. I like the group went to Po. It feels very full circle moment. Now. Thame, come here! You need to pick up that phone. Please. He didn't read the letter before. He didn't know. You are wanted, you are loved. 😢

QL - Finished

🇯🇵 Call Me by No-Name - That was a pretty show I watched.

🇰🇷 Heart Stain - I feel like I missed something cause to me this was just incredibly banal. And time skip my beloathed. I just didn't feel anything.

🇨🇳 I'll Turn Back This Time - The world building was a mess. It was mostly whatever served the moment. It made no sense. And even the happy ending didn't really feel good.

🇹🇼 A Perfect Match - I can't believe I watched this.

🇹🇭 The Heart Killers - Joong was really great.

🇹🇭 Sangmin Dinneaw - Final thoughts here.

🇯🇵 When It Rains, It Pours - This could've been great, but what I'm left with is a show that wanted to tell a complex and layered story but didn't have the time to actually tell the whole story. So it told bits of a good story. There's a lot I could say but I'm don't really wanna dwell on it atm. It was a big disappointment.

QL - Dropped / On Hold Waiting to hear - 🇹🇭 Us | Waiting to binge - 🇹🇼 Eternal Butler

Non QL - Finished

🇰🇷 The Trauma Code | 🇯🇵 Tokimeki Bakudan | 🇰🇷 Study Group | 🇯🇵 Red Blue

Upcoming - March 02/03- 🇹🇭 Last Meal Universe MDL | Trailer 12/03 - 🇹🇭 My Golden Blood MDL | Trailer 12/03 - 🇹🇭 Lost in the Woods MDL 20/03- 🇹🇭 Top Form MDL | Trailer 28/03- 🇹🇭 Heesu in Class 2 MDL

Well, that's it for now. Happy carnival to all who celebrate, and to the rest, have a wonderful weekend. My ask box is always open. Also if anyone reads this and makes edits of any of the shows I'm watching please use my tag #rosytracks. Thanks💜

[madswritesthings]

Morning Heat

Aizawa Shouta x Reader (hehe)

Sunlight leaked through the blinds, slipping across tangled sheets and bare skin. The room was warm—warmer than it should’ve been for an early morning—but it wasn’t just the sunlight. No, the heat came from the man beside you.

Aizawa was still asleep, face half-buried in the pillow, dark hair a mess across his face and spilling onto your shoulder. He always looked softer like this—mouth slightly parted, brow smooth for once, breathing deep and slow. His body was a solid weight against yours, radiating warmth, muscles lax from sleep.

You shifted slightly, only to realize just how tangled the two of you were. One of his arms was heavy over your waist, pinning you close, while his legs had somehow slotted between yours. The press of him—bare skin against bare skin—sent a slow, simmering heat through you.

He stirred at your movement, his grip tightening just slightly. Then, a slow inhale, the rasp of his voice against your ear.

“Stop wiggling.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “I’m pinned, Shouta.”

His arm flexed lazily over your stomach, pulling you in just a little closer. You could feel the shift in his breathing now, the subtle way his body adjusted against yours. Heat licked up your spine when his nose brushed against your shoulder—half-conscious, instinctive.

“Not my fault you sleep like a furnace,” you murmured.

His response was a low, throaty hum, the sound of a man who wasn’t fully awake but still annoyingly aware. Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted his head just enough to press his lips against your shoulder. A fleeting touch—warm, dry, deliberate.

Your breath hitched.

That lazy, half-lidded gaze finally cracked open, dark eyes peering up at you beneath the messy curtain of his hair. There was something unreadable in them—something slow and heavy, like embers waiting to catch.

“Did you sleep?” you asked, voice quieter now.

A pause. Then, a smirk tugged at his lips, subtle but unmistakably smug. “Some.”

You rolled your eyes, but the effect was probably ruined by the way your fingers had started tracing absentminded circles against the firm plane of his back. His skin was warm beneath your touch, smooth over solid muscle.

Aizawa never rushed in the mornings—he was patient in a way that was almost infuriating. Even now, with his body pressed against yours, his fingers skimming lazy patterns against your hip, he wasn’t in a hurry. He just watched you, half-lidded, soaking in every reaction.

Eventually, he exhaled slowly, shifting his weight just enough to roll onto his side, still caging you in. His hand drifted up, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your chin just slightly.

“You’re staring,” you murmured.

His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone. “You’re in my bed,” he said simply, voice still rough with sleep. “I think I’m allowed.”

Warmth coiled in your stomach. He was unfair like this—quiet, intense, effortlessly devastating.

“You gonna keep staring or do something about it?” you challenged.

That smirk deepened, just slightly. Then, with a slow, deliberate shift, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours—not quite a kiss, but enough to send a shiver through you.

“Patience,” he murmured, voice like gravel and heat.

His fingers tangled in your hair, his lips finally pressing against yours, slow and unhurried, but firm. And just like that, the morning got even warmer.

[unserenedreaming]

Yellowjackets rankings

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE FOUR

I have decided to update my rankings weekly, and here they are for week four:

WILDERNESS

I would die for them

Jackie: I am still Jackie's number one soldier. She haunts the narrative across both eras and I love that for her. Every time she's on screen my life expectancy increases five years, my skin clears, and nature begins to heal.

Akilah: The way she holds onto her bunny for comfort during the trial scene made my heart ache. She's just a soft girl stuck in a terrible, awful situation. Still praying that she makes it back to civilization.

Coach Ben: He lives to see at least one more episode, thank fuck. My guy is a self-admitted coward, but I know he didn't set that fire and is either being framed purposefully or unintentionally (see below)

Travis: Continues to be traumatized by the Wilderness & Lottie but he's managing to hold onto his sanity...mostly

Misty: It's a shame Misty never went into law (though she is certifiable so I understand why) because DAMN she had almost everyone convinced, even Tai, of Coach's innocence.

Nat: I felt like this was the first time we actually saw genuine emotion from Nat this season, which reminded me of just how talented sophie thatcher is

I care about them but not as much as the others:

Tai, Van, Mari, Lottie, the others

IDGAF:

Shauna: I get it. She's got pent up issues from Coach being a coward when she gave birth. Maybe she blames him for her baby dying, an understandable anger but it's directed at the wrong person, since it wasn't anyone's fault. I think she knows that he didn't set the fire or at least has her doubts, but she needs someone to blame since it's very likely that it was set by accident (I'm looking at you, Van's vision from ep 3). But bullying everyone into agreeing with you doesn't make you a good leader, it makes you a tyrant.

Melissa: little piece of shit instigator. Girl you gotta understand Shauna is just using you for validation.

PRESENT DAY

I would die for them:

Jeff: Jeff the rizzler, Jeff the charmer. I love this man. He tries (and fails) to have enough empathy for the two of them, honestly believing that he needs to do good things because of karma. If he dies this season I'm gonna throw up

Shauna: I've said it before and I'll say it again: I would die for Melanie Lynskey. Her portrayal of Shauna is so real and wonderful and messy and toxic and hilarious. I love her.

Misty Watching her fantasize about stabbing Shauna before telling herself it wasn't a good place for herself to be, and then stealing that old lady's puzzle pieces was so wonderful. I hope she never changes

Lottie: IT'S GOTTA BE A FAKEOUT RIGHT?? THEY WOULDN'T DO THAT TO YOU RIGHT? She's gotta come back, she's so weird and a little scary but so so enchanting

Tai: Crazy gay disaster with a good memory for romance

Van: Dying gay disaster with shaking hands I'm worried about

I care about them but not as much as the others:

Walter, Callie, Randy (I forgot about him, but he was fun this episode!)

IDGAF

everyone else

Anyways if you made it this far thanks again for reading my rambling. If you agree, congrats. If you don't, also congrats.

[whatevermakesyoubreak]

i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo. i will not write a spite-induced threesome between lira, illumi, and chrollo.