#i've already got about 1k in it

[setaflow]

The dichotomy of Brennan helping with ability score rolls for newer players:

Titan Takedown: Preps high-level base stats for the cast, with everyone having a 20 in their two most relevant ability scores and no one really having a genuine dump stat (no one's character has below a 14/+2 modifier in any ability), which allows the players to play to their class strengths and not have to worry about fucking up as much in a shorter, tighter campaign.

Fantasy High: Ally Beardsley rolls a 4 for Kristen's Dex and has to live with with the consequences of that for 6+ years

[joyridingmp3]

i have had my guitar for a year today and in that time i have learnt to play 27 different songs <3

[thrilling-oneway]

oh i'm actually liking how this essay is going

[kurikurikur1]

Never really touched on a kinda disgusting topic (?) but... I hope smone out there likes this kind of stuff 💔

(tw: a touch on hyperemia — a production of a larger volume of semen when orgasming.) (might be inaccurate?)

Ever think of.. hyperspermia on sub!choso?

his cock throbbing so hard in his pants that it was painful—one good look at you and it got him so flustered that it made him rock hard, a harsh pink dusting his cheeks.

He blushed furiously, rushing straight to the bathroom to try and help himself bring it down.

Oh, and his cock was throbbing throbbing, his reddened angry tip already squirting out pre-cúm—which literally looked like he had already cummed. He squeezes the base—whimpering from the sensation as he imagined his cock opening up your tight entrance. Choso throws his head back, one touch to his cock and he's already so sensitive—a string of whimpers and slightly high-pitched moans echo out his mouth.

He strokes his cock at a hurried pace, trying to rush it before anyone notices how long he's taking in the bathroom. He winces—squeezing the base once more imagining that it's your pink fleshy cunt clenching around him, he groans.

Before he knew it—he couldn't control his hand, stroking at a fast speed—you can hear wet squelching from the precum coming out of the tip.

He cums—a loud moan he couldn't contain spills out of his mouth, his mouth open as he tried breathing normally, he looks down. Choso's eyes widened as his cock spurted out loads of cum, somehow still going as he whimpers softly—his eyes wondering if he had cummed inside you. How it'd fill up your womb. His cum sloshing inside of you.

Before choso could come to his senses, to clean up the abundance of his own cum about to soak on his pants and shirt—he hears a knock and a familiar voice. His eyes widened.

"hey! Choso, you okay in there? You've taken a long while, I heard you scream slightly.." You talk loud enough for him to hear from the other side of the door.

He's fucking screwed.

Hello! You might be waiting a while for the event thingy I have for Sukuna and Gojo! Please wait a bit, I'm working on it as I've taken a huge break :) I'll try and post a bit more often! Also, I'll probably change my theme as well..

oh! Edit: I didn't expect this to reach numbers this high...so If ever we get 1k notes I'll do a part 2💔

[rxzilvia]

Don't cry

Warnings: fingering, suggestive, eventual smut.. in the middle of it, gentle fingering, and that's all, if I missed any don't hesitate to tell me <3

Word count: 1k, honestly ended up shorter then expected, enjoy <3

As you were kneeling on your shared bed, crying and venting to Riki about your day, how much you missed him and needed him, and apologizing for humping his pillow while he just sat cross legged next to you caressing your back and silently easing your worries

He moved closer to you, his soft hands holding your face, gently caressing your skin, trying to soothe you and calm you down

"Shhh, shh.. It's ok, baby, there's nothing you need to worry about.. you want me to finger you?"

At those words you looked up at him.. suprised to say the least- you gently bit your lip before nodding, you needed him and he was clearly happy to get your mind of off things..

"Mhm.."

He hummed in response, his hands on your face still, feeling his heart aching slightly at how submissive and cute you looked. He looked into your eyes, speaking with a soft yet low voice

"Baby.."

Before he did anything else you spoke up, stopping him for a second

"I've only ever.. rubbed myself.."

His eyes widened slightly at your words, his hand caressing your hair as he spoke

"Mmm... So this is the first?"

You nodded, taking a barely audible deep breath as his hand still held onto yours

He nodded as well, his expression still soft as he spoke again

"mm.. okay baby, we'll work you open.. mkay?"

He had nodded as well, his hands leaving your face as he shifted on the bed, sitting behind you as he gently pulled you against him, your body pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands caressing your stomach softly as he planted a few loving kisses on the nape of your neck

He spoke again, his breath grazing your skin as he spoke, his hands caressing the soft skin of your stomach, his eyes still looking at you

"Scoot back a little, sweetheart.. I need to be able to reach, mkay?"

You obeyed, doing as he said so, scooting back and relaxing yourself against his chest

He watched you shift back a bit, his own body shifting to keep you in a position where you were leaning on him, pressed against his chest, his legs on each side of you as he spoke again

"Good girl.. such a good girl"

He spoke, his lips on your neck as his hands moved, slowly trailing down your stomach from your stomach to your inner thighs, his lips still planted on your neck as his hands started moving higher on your inner thighs, his eyes still on you

His kisses moving up your neck to your jawline, his hands slowly massaging your inner thighs, his eyes still on you, admiring how adorable you looked in his hoodie, especially as he felt the smooth material on your skin against his palms

Little by little he slowly got to your pussy. He felt heat spread through his body, his breath getting a little heavier as he felt how soft and delicate you were.. how wet you were, his eyes on yours, watching how you reacted to his touch

"Baby.."

He spoke again, his voice a bit more low as he said that, his breath still on your neck and his soft and plump lips on your jawline as he slowly ran a finger over your clothed slit, feeling how your body relaxed into his as he tried to hold in a moan of his own at the feel of how soft and delicate you were. His lips still planted on your neck, gently kissing the skin as his finger kept rubbing over your panties, feeling how wet you were

His breathing getting a bit heavier, his eyes still on you, his arms still wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him, his lips still on your neck, his fingers gently pressing against you, feeling how you were already so sensitive and wet, you couldn't help but twitch a bit at that, your clit pulsing

He felt you twitch against his finger, his own breathing becoming a bit heavier as he felt you, his own body starting to react, his lips still on your neck but pulling away for a bit before speaking once more

"Baby.."

And that.. made you twitch again.. he felt how you twitched again against his finger at the sound of his raspy deep voice, biting his lip in the process as he spoke again

"Ah.. I love your little reactions, baby"

He gently circled your pussy before pushing a finger in, he heard you let out a soft moan, a shiver going through his spine and down to his dick, his own breathing getting heavier as he felt your soft gummy walls squeeze his finger so tight

His other hand gripped your hip a bit, holding you close and trying to contain himself from making any sounds at the feel of your walls against his finger, his lips slowly moving back to your neck pressing sloppy kisses on your skin

"Mm.. a-am i.. d-doing g-.. ahh.."

You couldn't form a sentence as you moaned again while he moved his long slender fingers inside of u

He spoke against your neck, his breath grazing your skin as he spoke into your ear again, his hand slowly moving a bit inside you

"Doing what, baby?"

You took a deep breath before stuttering out

"G-good?.."

The slight stutter in your voice made his stomach twist in the best way, his finger moving slightly inside you as he spoke, his voice lower than before, his breath still hot against your skin

"Mmm.. very good.."

He knew damn well you liked praises, and it was his kink too.. your reactions and behavior always giving it away, so he knew it was working as he heard you respond so well to it

"Doing so well for me, sweetheart..."

You gulped again, gently throwing your head back as you put it on his shoulder and he kisses you forever before putting his head on yours, continuing his ministration on your cunt

"Mm.. a-another o-one.."

His heart thudded, aching in an almost painful way at the way you asked, and he couldn't deny you, so he nodded

"Mmhmm... Another one.. okay sweetheart.."

He said, his hand moving again, and he slowly pushed another finger inside you, his breath heavier than before as he spoke again, his lips still on your neck

"Shhh... You're doing so well, baby.."

He sped up his movements a bit as he felt you clenching around his fingers harder, assuming you were close, he moved his other hand to rub your clit, giving you extra stimulation

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his beautiful long.. slender fingers, he smiled at that and rode you out through your orgasm before looking down at you on his shoulder. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead before removing his fingers and licking them clean, keeping eye contact

"Mm.. i-if your fingers were that long just how long is your dick.."

You said with a sigh, clearn tired asf meanwhile he just smirked

"how bout you find out.."

[moonstruckme]

Heyyy! So I'm obsessed with your writing! Your EMT series might be my favourite thing I've ever read.

I was wondering if I could request an EMT Marauders x reader story where she gets really sick but thinks it's nothing and downplays it to them, only for it to end up being Pneumonia or something. And maybe they feel guilty for not realising it sooner?

I know you've probably already written something similar to this so no worries if you don't feel like writing it but I'd love to see your take it if you decide. Hurt/comfort is my favourite trope in the world. I just can't get enough of it!

I hope you're doing well!

Thanks gorgeous, hope you're doing well too <3

cw: pneumonia

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You make sure there’s plenty of honey in your tea when the boys get home. 

“Hi,” you greet them, pleased when your voice comes out semi-normal. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” Sirius flops onto the sofa, nearly on top of your curled-up legs. “How was your day?” 

You try to keep your answer brief, your cough plied into submission with honey and warm tea but not for long. “Good. Got some things done.” 

You don’t mention that after every one of those things you’d had to have a thirty-minute lie down, or that many of them involved disinfecting surfaces you’d accidentally coughed near. 

“Being sick isn’t an opportunity to get things done.” Remus sinks into his chair, leveling you with a reprimanding look. “You’re supposed to be resting.” 

You shrug. “The only reason I haven’t been at work is because—” A couple of coughs fight their way out of you. James’ expression pinches as he sits on the arm of Remus’ chair, but thankfully the fit passes quickly. You take another sip of your tea. “Because I don’t want to pass it to anyone. I think I have to go back tomorrow, though.” 

Sirius makes a soft tsking sound. The boys are all still in uniform, his tattoos peeking out from the short sleeves as he traces looping circles on the side of your knee. “But you’re not better yet.” 

“Yeah, but I’m running out of sick days.” 

James frowns. “How long has it been?” 

You bring your tea to your lips, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes. “I’ve been out for a week.” 

“But you were sick for a while before that,” he says. “What is that, ten days? Eleven?”

You shrug. 

Sirius is looking up at you with a puckered brow. “Do you feel like you’re getting better?” 

“I think so,” you say optimistically. It’s quickly undermined, however, when you’re caught up in another coughing fit. You have to set your tea down to keep from spilling it, holding a tissue over your mouth. 

James’ eyes widen, and Sirius sits up to rub your back. 

“That doesn’t sound very good,” James says. 

“No,” Sirius agrees. He reaches to feel your face, but you brush him away. 

“Don’t-—ack—don’t get too close. I don’t want to get you sick.” 

“I’m not gonna get sick, you baby.” He pushes past your hands. “Let me do my job.” 

“You just got off work.” 

“Yeah, well,” his voice softens, taking on a sympathetic hum as he lays his palm flat to your hairline, “maybe I maybe I was talking about my boyfriend job.” A pause. “I think your fever’s gotten worse, my love.” 

You whine. “Really?” 

“‘Fraid so. Have you noticed your symptoms getting worse at all?”

“I don’t” —you cough and reach for your tea again— “think so.” 

“Dove,” Remus says warningly. 

“It’s hard to tell,” you admit. “It’s moved around.” 

“Like where, honey?” James asks. 

“Like, in my…” You feel your throat contract, another fit brewing. You touch a hand to your sternum to avoid speaking. 

“In your chest?” Remus infers. 

You nod. 

He hums and moves to sit on the coffee table, his knees touching yours. You try to warn him away, but Remus shushes you gently. “Let me look at you.” 

He brings one hand to your face, feeling the way Sirius had, and touches the other to the pulse point on your neck. His touch is gentle and cool against your warm skin. You don’t know what exactly he’s looking for, but you find yourself fighting the urge to fall asleep in the basin of his palm when it slips down to hold your cheek. 

“You don’t need to talk,” says James, “but just nod yes or no, okay? Have you noticed yourself feeling more tired lately?” 

You nod tentatively. 

“Yeah? Less appetite?” 

You frown. “I don’t think—” You’re cut off by your own hacking. 

“One week off work, and she completely forgets how to follow instructions,” Sirius teases, rubbing your leg. 

“Terrible patient,” James agrees. 

“Alright,” Remus says once your fit ebbs. “I don’t have a stethoscope, but can you turn sideways for me?” 

You do, confused. Remus puts his ear to your back. You must make an odd face, because Sirius grins at you, reaching over to pinch your chin affectionately. 

“Take a deep breath,” Remus instructs. 

You try, but it doesn’t get far. Your lungs expand maybe halfway before you’re coughing again, horrible, wracking coughs punctuated by stabbing pains in your chest. Remus sits up after a few moments, rubbing your back. 

“Sorry,” you manage. 

“Why are you sorry?” Sirius pulls you into him, cradling your head to his chest. “That sounded like it hurt, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Remus answers for you, brows bent with sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. At least now we can get you some medicine, though.” 

You cough weakly. “You can?” 

“Sounds like pneumonia?” James asks Remus. Your boyfriend nods. 

Sirius coos, petting your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I was thinking it was just a cold.” 

“It’s not your fault,” you croak. “I was, too.” 

“Feels like we ought to have known the difference, though,” James admits. When Sirius gets up, he’s quick to take his spot, tucking you underneath an arm. 

“Where are you going?” you ask Sirius. 

He’s putting his shoes back on. “To get someone to write you a prescription. The sooner we get you on antibiotics, the better. It’ll give you something to show your boss, too.” 

“I don’t need to come with you?” you ask hopefully. 

He winks, grabbing his keys. “Perks of knowing people at the hospital.” 

“Perks of flirting with the doctors, he means,” Remus mutters after he’s gone. 

“Hey,” James laughs, giving his boyfriend’s knee a playful squeeze, “it works out for us, doesn’t it?” 

“Sometimes,” Remus allows. He fixes his gaze on you. “Anything we can do to help you feel better, sweetheart? Do you want to try a hot bath? Steam would be good for you.” 

You look down into your now cool mug. “Could I have some more tea?” 

He takes it from you with a kiss to your head. “What a silly question.”

[grotesquevi]

misc. smut prompt #24 with ellie😝😘

cw   #  18+ mdni, academic rivals, fingering, dirty talk, loser sub!ellie, choking. as usual, this comes with a music rec. this is an special celebration as i just reached 1k followers! feel free to look at the prompt list i'll be working with to get some drabbles out and send a max of 2 numbers + a character to my ask if you want to join! wc: 1.8k they will be smaller than this also. i got heavily carried away. what the hell.

“can you stop being a damn pervert for five seconds of your life?” oh man. ellie shouldn't be enjoying this so much. shouldn't be so entertained by the scrunch your nose gives when talking to her, standing tall and ready to punch her in the nose if necessary "i can see you staring at my tits. quit being annoying."

"we are sharing a cig of peace, psycho" she dares to lie for a moment, turning away to light up the stick between her lips for a second, the smoke filling the air as she exhales — "i'm not staring at your tits."

"why did you drag me here anyway?" you inquire already losing your patience "i can barely hear the music and i'm sure jesse wont like the fact we're smoking in his room."

ellie cant help it anyway, when she's blowing the smoke to your face and you sigh pissed. of course you're acting like a prick: she took the #1 spot in most of your classes, become the favorite of the teachers taking away your spot even when you actually sacrifice a lot to have the attention you have only for her to be what? barely moving a finger to say something incredibly intelligent? fucking cunt.

"jesus. i brought you here to offer a deal, one that could benefit you if you listen for once" ellie swears she can see the tension, rigid muscles even when she's giving you the cigarette and you doubt for a second to accept it: is she capable of poison it? yes. but she's far from doing that to you—. "i was thinking of letting you be the first of the class again."

"you what?"

"yeah" to be sincere. ellie williams doesn't give two shits about being the best of the class, it's a title she's not that interested in carrying, and while you smoke, she also knows about the fact she's biased cause you're so pretty it hurts to see the hate on your face every time you look down her way. how you're able to be so actively avoiding her like she has done something awful, something more than just academic reasons. "i don't care about having the best grades. i can be mistaken in a couple of answers on the next tests and you'll be back in the game."

"and what do you want in return?"

"nothing."

"nothing? you can't be serious."

"yes," she thinks about it for a second before her impulses take over, ellie will regret this later after three more beers. "i won't make you sleep with me if that's what you're wondering."

"and why not?"

her breathing hitches on the back of her throat for a second, and she can't tell if you're being serious or if you're just messing with her — "are you asking me why i'm not blackmailing you with sex?"

"no, i'm asking if you want to sleep with me" you rephrase again hitting the jackpot, and as the silence settles in like a heavy blanket, it makes your rival stay silent for a minute or two before you're adding impatient as ever: "answer me. c'mon, i know you're quick to catch up."

"i just want you to stop giving me that look."

"which look?"

"you know. that look you give me every day in uni. when you're avoiding me at all costs. like there's no one you could hate more."

you try to think about an answer that's good enough to fight her accusations, but its impossible as you shut up and instead, smoke from the cigarette she gave you. the organic tobacco she rolled in an small paper in dead silence minutes before.

"i do hate you," you reply sincerely, "you're more intelligent than me. funnier. hotter. every one i've ever talked to fucking loves you, and it makes me hate you even more."

"i'm sorry."

"no i don't think you're sorry, ellie" now you're the one staring at her tits, at the half buttoned-tucked shirt, the necklace that gets lost inside right between a bra-less chest. she's using this black sleek pants and ellie can swear she can feel the holes your eyes make when taking in every part of her body, swallowing her slowly. "all of this outfit- is because you had an important test today?"

she doesn't realize you're that close at first, too late to say anything as she gulps down and nods—. "you mean for the suit? yes. needed a beer after all the stress."

"how did it go?” you’re so quick to reply, to keep the conversation going the way you want to. should be considered a damn talent cause it helps her brain take some time out when ellie’s feeling your hand in her legs, squeezing the flesh ever so slightly that she has to try so hard not to look at the contact there, burning. “bet you got an A since you’re a smart ass.”

"well, if i'm right, then i should be getting an A- while you can have the A+ next friday when it's your turn."

"you really thought about this a lot huh?"

"i did- sorry, are you trying to seduce me?" you seemed to forgot about the cigarette now consuming on the empty glass of water close to jesse's bed, makes ellie think about how she’s not blushing, why she sounds so confident even when you blatantly laugh at her face.

"you know what i hate even more about you?" your-so-long rival is currently lost in the color of your eyes, this damn t-shirt you're wearing that gives her such a nice view of your cleavage when she's fighting hard to keep her eyes focused on your face instead of your chest, have some decency for once — "how you got me all curious about you, without even noticing."

ellie's heart beats loudly in her ear, the sound making everything else fall into silence: you are flirting with her. and she let it happen cause she's amazed when your fingers tightens around her leg, squeezing the skin with a much more noticeable force and making her unsure for a second if thats you making a move, cause she's so into letting you have all of her.

of course it's a fucking move.

your lips are soft against hers, almost unsure if you should be more demanding until ellie's pushing you closer, parting her legs mid-way through the unexpected kiss as a silent invitation, as a way of almost saying she needs you taking more, over direct skin and not the layer of her jeans.

"yeah i am seducing you. i think its working just fine" you finally accepted, looking at her through those eyes she knows already from memory, that smile you always do when things go your way—. "would you finish opening up your legs f'me so i can finger you better?"

what amazes ellie even more than your question, is the blatant way she listens to you and actually do what you ask. when she's parting her legs wide open and her weight rests over the palm of her left hand when leaning backwards, and you seemed pleased as you're unzipping her pants, taking your shirt off cause you're kind enough to give her a nice view, something to ground her and bring the astronaut back to earth.

"is this okay?" she's erratic when nodding, as your hand toys with the waistband of her underwear — "you gonna tell me if it's too much, ells?"

"god, it's more than okay- i'll do anything you want me to," she cant help but choke when saying it, you're making her sweat in her cute suit. "anything at all. you just have to name it."

"good," you reply leaving soft kisses in the crook of her neck, not near enough to be marks, but yes to leave saliva glistening in the skin that slowly burned even hotter. "you just stay where you are and don't move. got you where i want you."

so your fingers graze against her underwear, soaked already it clings into her cunt, molding to your fingers. even from over a barrier of cotton, ellie swears she can feel the warmth of your fingertips go down her folds, pushing the underwear with a couple of digits until she can actually feel the roughness of it rubbing against the sensitive flesh, torturing her, driving her to a madness she craves to feel like a fever.

"oh fuck," ellie moans, her lips part unafraid of making some noises when the music's outside too loud to care, when she already locked the door from when she invited you to smoke a cigarette under the premise of having to talk. her hips rub on slow circles and suddenly she moving against your fingers, staining her black pants with her own arousal, "is this your way of making it up f'me? for making you number one again?"

"mhm," you're too concentrated to use your words when you're making her underwear to the side, cursing under your breath about how her cute outfit does nothing but get in the way, it makes ellie chuckle at your lack of patience even when she's already overwhelmed by your intoxicating touch as she holds you by the arm afraid you'll slip away.

"you've always been the number one" she manages to say when you're rubbing on her clit, when you're touching her as a reward she deserves more than ever — "you know that. you've always been the best."

she's feeding on your ego and it's so damn rewarding, so damn good. makes your skin shiver when ellie's riding your fingers, when the chain on around her neck catches your attention and you're using the jewelry to choke her, have total control and just enough force to wrap the silver around your fist there in your free hand and pull sufficient to make her gasp.

"what else?" you ask, drunk on her words "what else you've been keeping from me? you were salivating for me like this all semester?"

her cheeks finally acquire the most intense shade of red you've ever seen, spreading against her freckles, going down her neck, and you'd like to tease her about her reaction, make fun of her when she's so lame about you, so given to whatever you ask.

and ellie's puzzled at this point cause when she cums all over your hand? you've barely fucked her with a couple of fingers, stretching her cunt patiently as she does nothing more than whine until you came across that nice spot she loves, the very same that makes her body shake in not nearly enough minutes.

is she blushing at the lack of oxygen when you're choking her with the necklace she loves? or is it thanks to the force of the orgasm that got her all flustered and shy?

"did you just cum?" you ask almost not believing it, brows furrowed, still hungry for more "hell williams. get up. we're going again i'm not really done with you."

damn right you're number one, was there ever any doubt?

[shariasweet]

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optional bias 𝒙 f.reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: i've neglected you all </3 hopefully I can sort of lock in and get these reqs out, definitely a drabble or two 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: manhandling · degradtion (?) dfinite praise + aftercare (wow!) · piv · unprotected sex (wrap it uppp) · hair pulling (heartbreak emote) · pet-names · choking · mentions of spit/drooling · dumbification · angel girl spin off ??? · f.ᐟreader

"yeah? what about you, baby... you like being fucked full of my cock, don't you?"

you let out nothing but broken, incoherent babbles, drool spilling from your bruised lips.

"what's that, sweet girl? can't hear you, pretty..."

your boyfriend kept drilling into you from behind, one arm wrapped tight around your neck, dragging you upright until your back was flush against his chest.

"go on, tell me. tell me you like it when i fuck you like this... dumb little bunny loves being used like a cocksleeve, huh?"

you nodded frantically, words slurring out between hiccups and moans.

"mmf! ngh—ah! i-i love it..!" you choked, tears brimming in your eyes as your voice cracked from the force of his hips snapping into your aching, hot cunt.

"i know, baby... i know."

he slammed you back down into the mattress, one hand closing around your throat while the other pressed firm between your shoulder blades—forcing your back into an impossibly deeper arch.

"such a good girl..." he groaned, cock dragging deep through your soaked, fluttering walls. "'take me so well, don't you, baby?"

slick pooled at the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs as his tip kissed fervently at your cervix with each thrust.

"o-oh fuckkk! s'deep..." you whined, voice hoarse and wrecked. your eyes crossed, you could feel his bulge poking into your tummy. "yeah? 'gonna cum f'me?" a slap landed firmly onto your ass, the sore, red flesh reverberating around his palm.

all he got in response was a dumb nod.

"what's t-that supposed to mean?" his hands carefully trailed teasingly up your spine, fingers curling into the roots of your hair before yanking you back. hard.

"I already told you, sweet girl..."

"speak. to. me." each word was punctuated by another sharp thrust, the knot in your stomach being forcefully undone as you slipped one pornographic moan after the other out.

"s-shit!!! ye-ngh..! mpf, yes, yes, yes! i'm going to cum ___!"

tears seared down your cheeks—pleasure crashing over you in tall waves as he fucked you through your high. "cum, baby... cream all over my cock." he grunted, "make a mess, y/n."

and of course, you did... sultry gasps leaving your mouth as you twitched beneath him—his orgasm following yours soon after as sticky white cum leaked from your cunt.

(aftercare because this was rough and rushed!)

“'you okay, baby?”

his lips ghosted over your spine—the same lips that’d fucked you dumb just minutes ago now soothed kisses into your skin like apologies.

you nodded, slowly with heavy eyes. “mmhmm…”

but he didn’t move, still laying his weight on top of you.

“i need to hear you say it,” he murmured. his voice stern against the shell of your ear. “c'mon." he chirped. "was it good...? did i take care of you?”

you blinked up at him, coi—lashes still dampened by pleasured tears, lips swollen, chin sticky with drying spit. “yes,” you whispered, “i’m okay. 'pinky promise, baby.”

he let out a soft breath, as though he’d been holding it.

his hand smoothed over your side, pulling you in closer to his chest. “you were so good for me,” he said, so softly it made your chest ache... the same hand that'd yanked your hair was now petting it gently—tucking loose strands as he admired you. “fuck, baby… my perfect girl.”

he'd cleaned you up gently with a warm towel, whispering little praises between each kiss to your skin as the two of you shared small glances and cute, little laughs.

“my girl,” he mumbled, lips planted slack against your temple. “all mine.”

"all yours."

kang taehyun: choi yeonjun: park jjongseong: lee heeseung: park seonghwa: na jaemin: chenle: leehan: whoever else :3

[peanutalergy]

Saw you asking for requests^^ been thinking about spencer and his fear of dogs, what about reader who had a dog before they met and the dog like, saved her from some sort of assault so shes obviously very attached. The dog is really well trained and stuff, but hes still a bit afraid of it?

Idk i just see cat dad spence all the time and i love dogs sooo

tags: fluff, established relationship, bau!reader, I totally pictured this as early season spencer, mentions of death related to dog attacks

w/c: 1k

a/n: I'm so so so insanely sorry for having taken so long to do this req and also for not having posted much recently, school's been killing me and I'm just not doing too well, but whatever I'm sorry. also I don't know if this is exactly what you meant sorry if it's not. ALSO I've never had a dog before, so I'm sorry if this is out of... character... for the... dog..?

“why have i never been to your apartment?” your boyfriend asks as you walk out the bullpen, having just made plans to drive you both to his, “you're over at my place all the time, but you've never let me come over. why is that?”

“i have a dog, spence.” you answer, wrapping a hand around his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder as soon as the elevator doors close in front of you.

“i've seen the fur all over your sweaters, i know you do. why would that be a problem?”

“she's a hundred pound rottweiler and you were scared of petting a baby golden retriever a while ago.”

“i wasn't scared. i was just… careful. do you know how many accidents happen each year because of poorly trained large dogs?”

“that poor puppy clearly wouldn't have been able to hurt you if he tried his very best. you were scared.”

“people really shouldn't trust puppies as much as they do. they're rarely ever as well trained as adult dogs can be, and their size doesn't–”

“that's why i didn't think you should meet cupcake, honey.” you cut him off gently with a small chuckle.

“she's named cupcake?”

“yeah, like, formally. but we just call her baby or something, no one does the full name.”

“you do realize that dog is able to kill you at any given point, right? rottweilers are one of the most dangerous dog breeds in the world. she's almost your size, and her name is cupcake?”

you look at him with a smile as you start walking towards the parking lot, “i could also kill you at any given point. doesn't mean i can't be cute like that.”

“you couldn't kill me with your teeth like a dog could.”

“don't be silly, sweetheart. she's the biggest sweet little baby in the world. she'd never kill me or anyone i don't seem to not trust.”

“oh, so you do think it's okay for me to meet her?”

“well, no, i didn't say that. she wouldn't attack you, i just think you'd be scared for your life.”

“i wouldn't. i'm not scared, i won't be. please, i want to meet her.”

before you can deny again, he looks at you with those big, brown, pleading eyes, and a pout to which you can't say no, that face that scares you if you think about what it could get you to do.

with a roll to your eyes as you get into the car, you start telling him the directions to your apartment—he already knew and remembered them from when he'd pick you up or drop you off and you'd never let him in, but he wouldn't point that out when you'd cut off what you were talking about to say oh, take the left right here.

even though you want to not like this, to not want him to be in a situation you know he's fearful of, you can't help but find it heartwarming. spencer reid, your favorite man, meeting your favorite girl, in your apartment, your favorite place, for the very first time.

it's exciting, and it only got more so when you start telling him about how and when and where and why you got cupcake, and all the funny or sweet things she does.

“how do you even sleep with a dog that big?” he asks with a chuckle after you tell him about how cuddly she is.

“uncomfortably so.”

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turning your key on the lock, cupcake's excitement is audible from outside, her long nails hitting the floor as she walks around in front of the door and pants loudly, waiting for you to come in.

as soon as you're inside, the poor dog is running up to you, trying to lick kiss all over your face when you kneel down in front of her to pet her. meanwhile, spencer stands in the hallway, awkwardly clutching his bag strap as he watches you and the dog in visible fear.

“come in, sweetheart.” you say to him while you laugh, not looking back at him, but knowing he's afraid of walking in, “she won't even mind you, i swear.”

almost falling back as you get attacked by her kisses before you stand up and turn to look at him, she sits at your feet while you pat her head and give him a smile.

despite you pretending not to be bothered by it, some part of you is, too, now actually scared of your dog lashing out and attacking him like he said she would. she's always been so sweet to your friends when you have girl nights, but just like her mother (you), she doesn't trust men.

spencer takes a careful step toward the door, and when she notices his presence, cupcake stares at him for a moment during which you're foolishly convinced she's about to jump at him.

however, when you look down at her with a smile and take his hand as he walks in, she immediately relaxes and it's clear that whatever threat she saw coming from him isn't there anymore. within a second, she's at his legs, panting again as she begs for his own attention.

almost stumbling over her, he walks into the apartment completely so that you can close the door, and he chuckles as she follows him to the couch, “i'm suprised she hasn't started barking yet.”

you go to sit down next to him after locking the door, but cupcake takes your spot at his left before you can even try it. instead, you sit at his other side with a scoff after he mumbles, “dogs never like me like this.”

he awkwardly gives her the pats she's so desperately begging for, petting her head in the same way a kid sits at the oven and tries to cook something while mom watches so no one gets burnt, “well, she's never really liked any man before, so i'm surprised, too.”

“i've never had any sort of animal be so eager about me before.” he mutters as you lie your head on his shoulder.

you let out a small hum in response, giving one side of her face gentle scratches as he does the same to the other side.

“she trusts you because she knows i do, i guess.” you say after a beat, looking at the two of them with a small smile, “loves you almost as much as her mommy does.”

he glances back at you with a flustered chuckle, shaking his head before looking back at the dog who's just laid her own head on his lap.

“and she seems to see you as her daddy, now, so...” you add softly with another quiet giggle, “i'm afraid you'll have to become a pet dad, as well.”

“mm, not complaining”

after that day, it was only a matter of time before he moved in with you two, and from then on, you weren't the only one cursed with the fur-filled sweaters, and he became a bit less afraid of all the other large animals he was previously terrified of.

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the condom.

Javi P x f!reader x Steve Murphy | 1k words | masterlist

WARNINGS: 18+ real nasty pwp. toxic mean javi, implied angst, heavy degradation, gaping, cumplay, dubcon breeding, daddy kink.

Javi gives you the old, “we were never official.”

“So I can fuck someone else, too?” You ask.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he tilts his head and gives you those big, condescending eyes. “you know I don't share, right?” He gently lifts your chin and chuckles at your scowl. “How's this," he offers. "Do what you want, and we’ll see what happens.”

“You just said you don't share,” you remind him.

“Maybe I do,” he shrugs. “Won't know unless you try it.” He smooths his mustache. “who knows “ he muses, “Maybe it'll turn me on.”

He takes your hand and puts it on the front of his jeans.

He's stiff.

“How many narcos could you take in one night?” he asks, and massages himself with your hand. “Take them two at a time?” His cock swells, tightening his already straining jeans.

“I’d never fuck a narco!” You protest.

“but you're talking like you want to,” he challenges.

“No I wasn't,” you shake your head. He tightens his hand around your jaw.

“Do it,” he challenges, then lowers his voice. “See if I want that dirty, used-up cunt.”

His fingers squeeze into the hollows of your cheeks and you open your mouth to accept his spit.

He elongates his torso as he gets his wallet out of his tight jeans. “Here,” he says as he opens it.

He tosses a strip of small foil packages to you.

Something you'd never seen him wear.

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“How d’you think he’d feel if it was you?” You ask Steve, sitting on his knee after he's dried your tears.

He’d gotten you to laugh by musing about which narco you could fuck and where. It kept getting more detailed, and the chuckles became more sparse. “He could fold ya right in half, stuff ya like a turkey,” he’d finished with a low whistle, then got lost in his thoughts. “If ya can take it, that is,” he added in a low voice. His eyes scanned your body and he sucked in air through his nose as he moved his hand just an inch up your thigh. “Think ya can take a big ol’ cock, even bigger than jav?” He'd asked.

“How much bigger?” You'd asked.

“Guess ya’d have to find out,” Steve cooed.

And thus your question.

“Hm," Steve's brow furrows. “you plannin’ on tellin'?”

“You wouldn't tell?” you ask, hardly believing you've arrived at this possibility.

“Hell no,” Steve confirms and slides his hand up your thigh. "Mmm," he hums at a low pitch as his hand nears the humid heat between your legs.

“You want this dick, is that what I'm hearin’?” He looks down at the hard shape in his pants then reads your eyes. You reach for the thick, hard bratwurst visible down his inseam.

A zap of need makes you nod.

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Javi gets home less than an hour after Steve leaves. You're fresh out of the shower but haven't had a chance to take out the trash.

“You're clean,” Javi observes with a skeptical arch of one eyebrow.

“Don't you like me clean?” You ask.

“Open,” his hand on your jaw makes you open his mouth. He looks you over carefully, and his nostrils twitch.

“on the bed. All fours,” he commands. He lifts up your dress and pulls down your panties. Before he touches you, he pulls the panties all the way off and sniffs them before throwing them aside.

He gets down on his knees to examine your cunt. “Well someone fucked you wide open,” he notes.

“Javi…” you protest, unsure what to say

He works three fingers into your hole and it burns without enough lube.

“Bet I could fit my whole hand,” he muses, but withdraws his fingers and leaves you gaping.

“I can see your cervix,” he says. “Must’ve been one big cock. You were smart, though. I can smell the latex.” You look back at him, cheeks burning. His nostrils flare and he draws in a chest full of air. “I've got one guess,” he mutters as he stands up. He goes to the restroom and fishes the used condom out of the trash. Full of Steve and still slippery.

Javi returns, sniffing the condom. “You fucked my partner,” he observes a little too calmly with a raise of his eyebrows. He unfurls the condom, lifts it up to the light, and tilts it, admiring the liquid as it moves under the translucent tan.

Javi holds the rim of the condom gently between his teeth as he swiftly takes off his belt and pulls his jeans down. He stands, cock erect, and takes the condom from his mouth.

Javi pumps his cock a few times and demands, “how'd you do it?”

You put yourself face down, ass-up.”

“Like that?” He asks. He's sweating and his heart rate is up.

You nod.

He nods like he's impressed. Sarcasm. The sweet stench of cum draws your eyes to crotch level, where Javi is suiting up in Steve's condom, inside-out.

Your mouth is shape and your face is cold. The latex wrapping Javi's cock is coated in his partner's cream. He pumps himself, fist gliding over the cum, spreading it evenly along his shaft.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Told you it might turn me on,” he answers. “Never wanted to breed someone so bad.”

“What?” You ask. “Javi, this is–”

He kneels onto the bed and gets behind you. “Yeah, he's got a real big one,” Javi says as he lines himself up at your tired hole. He pushes his cum-coated length into you and says, “real big.”

He withdraws enough length to admire steve’s cum creeping out of your hole, then slams his hips into you. He pulls on your hips as he fucks you harder. “Daddy Murphy,” he says. “Hope he shows up for you,” his words hop to the rhythm of his thrusts. He gasps and sighs. “Yeah…. Just like that,” he coos, admiring his work where your bodies are joined. Cum is frothing out around his cock as he pounds you. “put a baby in you,” he says, “oh, baby.” The smell of cum and latex is heavy in the air. “When your belly starts to grow,” he pants, “you gonna tell him he's daddy?”

You moan in response.

“Who's daddy?” Javi asks.

“You are,” you reply as a reflex.

“And who else?” He asks

“Steve,” you reply.

“That's right,” Javi pants. “Can't wait to see your tits grow,” he gushes, “watch him watch you filling out…” he pulls you back hard and slams into you, bottoming out deep as he cums.

He lets you collapse onto the bed and pulls out of your wrecked pussy. The condom is ripped and froth is everywhere.

“Guess it turned me on after all ” he admits. “I'll run you a shower.”

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Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: You're away for a few days for a work trip and even on the first night, Joaquin is making sure you know how much he misses you. Warnings: Mentions of food. Word Count: 1k A/N: I've wanted to write something regarding Joaquin + facetiming before and then I got this as a request the other day so it was perfect. I think Joaquin would be so cute in this scenario... 🥹 I adore him, my sweet angel boy.

You’re in line at the grocery store getting some things to take back to your hotel room when your phone starts buzzing. The photo on the screen, a selfie of your boyfriend that he’d taken on your phone, shows that Joaquin is trying to Facetime you. You cancel the call and quickly type out a message to him before putting your stuff up on the counter.

Sorry, baby, I can’t answer right now – in line at the grocery store xo ❤️

The phone buzzes again just as the cashier starts scanning your items and asks you how your day is going. Once you’ve paid, you check the message, smiling as you read it.

Ok…🙁

You’re away for four nights on a work trip and Joaquin is clearly already struggling having the house to himself. At first, you thought he’d enjoy the freedom of being alone… but now that you think about it, it sounds like his worst nightmare.

You reach your rental car and unlock it, climbing into the drivers seat and putting your groceries and bag on the passenger seat. Pulling your phone out from your bag, you send Joaquin another quick text to check in before heading back to your hotel.

I’m in the car now, I can call on my way to my hotel? The car has hands free.

A message from Joaquin appears seconds later. No, too dangerous. Call when u are in ur room pls, I miss u ❤️😢

You can’t help but smile at the message, sending a quick okay back to him before putting your phone in your bag, putting your seatbelt on and starting up the car. The entire drive back to the hotel, you hear your phone going off every minute or so. He says it’s too dangerous to call you via hands free but will distract you by texting you every minute… yeah, makes complete sense…

Despite your desire to check it after you park, you wait till you’re in your hotel room before getting your phone out of your bag. It would’ve been a hassle to try and read and reply to his messages while navigating the elevator and trying not to lose your room key card.

You almost laugh as you see why your phone was going off so often.

Joaquin has sent you a detailed list of everything he did today while you were gone – ever since he dropped you off at the airport at 9am right up until now at 7pm. He’s even included pictures – a variety of zoomed in photos and a couple selfies. You save them all to your camera roll. Your favourites are the one where he’s giving a thumbs up to the camera after successfully doing grocery shopping alone, another one blowing a kiss to you because he misses you and, probably the best one of all, him flipping off the microwave because it didn’t properly heat up his lunch. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you text him back.

Why did you send all of these? 😂 I mean, so cute, but are we not about to Facetime so you can tell me all about your day anyway, baby?

Unsurprisingly, his reply comes through instantly.

In case I had to go before u got back.

Go where? I thought you were staying in tonight.

Yea but what if Sam called and I had to go and help him save the world. 🦸🏽‍♂️

You can’t not laugh at that. Especially with the little superhero emoji. He’s adorable – so utterly adorable – and you miss him even more upon reading his words. You climb back up onto the bed so you can sit properly on it and hit the Facetime button, immediately calling Joaquin. 

He answers straight away.

“Angel,” he drags out the word as his face appears on the screen, a pout on his lips. 

“Hi baby,” you chuckle, smiling down at his face on your phone screen. “I’m glad Sam hasn’t called and asked you to come help him save the world yet.”

He grins. Through the screen, you can see that he’s laying on your bed, his face a little smushed into the pillow. He looks sleepy and you wish you were with him. “Me too,” he replies. “I miss you… how am I meant to sleep alone for four more nights? I’ve started a countdown on the fridge. I made it with post it notes. I should’ve sent a photo of it… I’ll take one tomorrow. I’m too comfy to get up right now. Did you see the photo about the microwave? I think I need to go buy a new one. It’s not working properly. And Fred, our neighbour, threw his dogs shit over our fence again earlier, so I had to go and ask him politely to stop doing it. Oh, and I did the washing but I think I pressed a button wrong cause it said it’d be three hours before it was done and I think that’s a bit too long. And–”

“Joaquin.”

You interrupt him, a smile on your face from listening to him ramble on about everything that had happened today. He blinks, his eyes focusing on the screen where your face is again. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his own face.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” you shake your head. “I miss you too, baby. But it’s only four nights. I’ll be home before you know it. But I’m going to hate sleeping without you too.” 

He squishes his face into the pillow a little more. “It should be illegal to separate us,” he huffs. 

“I doubt that they’d make that a law, baby.”

He groans into the pillow before sitting up a little so his face is a little more visible. “You know what should be illegal though? Microwaves that don’t heat up all your food… I mean, seriously, I put it in for like six minutes and it was still cold on the inside! It’s gotta be faulty, right, angel? Do you think I should go get another one tomorrow? Maybe ours is still under warranty. I’ll have to try and find the paperwork. Do you know where it is?”

Amused, you continue to listen to him waffle on about the microwave and several other things that had happened to him today… if this is what’s in store for your next few nights away… you’ll definitely have your hands full…

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[kiwriteswords]

Omg based on the gifs you reblogged with our man and his tight shirts, could you write a story (maybe christmas) where Reader keeps buying Hotch shirts that are too tight and hes like why? and has to explain lololol

He's a little bit older...got a bit of a dad bod [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Masterlist || Ao3||Word Count: >1k|| AN: omg YES. YESS. YES. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate. The title is a nod to Sabrina Carpenter's Christmas Song! xoxo

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, dad bod Hotch, Hotch x His Tight Button-Ups, Christmas Morning, Christmas activities, Gift Giving, Established Relationship, BAU Reader, mentions of weight changes/body changes, Jack is present, age-gap relationship

Summary: You really...really love Hotch in his tight button-ups, so you choose not to size up this Christmas for his gifts.

Aaron Hotchner woke early on Christmas morning, the subtle glow of winter light filtering through the curtains. The tree in the living room twinkled with lights, the gifts beneath it carefully wrapped. Hotch was always the first to rise, a habit from years of early morning cases. Today, though, it was the excitement that nudged him from sleep. This Christmas was special—not just because of the holiday, but because he was sharing it with you and Jack.

You stirred beside him, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you felt him shift. "Morning," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep but bright with the day's joy.

"Morning," Hotch replied, his voice low. He watched as you stretched, the corners of your eyes crinkling with a smile. "Ready to see what Santa brought?"

You laughed, the sound as warm as the blankets piled around you. "Only if I get coffee first."

Hotch grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed to start the coffee. By the time he returned with two steaming mugs, Jack was already rummaging through the stockings, his excitement palpable.

The morning passed in a flurry of ripped wrapping paper and joyful exclamations. Hotch couldn't help but feel a profound sense of contentment watching you and Jack. You had integrated into their lives seamlessly, bringing a lightness to their home that Hotch hadn't realized was missing.

When Jack finally settled down with his new video games, Hotch found you in the kitchen, tidying up the remnants of the morning’s chaos. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Thank you for the shirts," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "But I think I might need a bigger size these days."

You turned in his arms, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh? And why is that?" you teased.

Hotch chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "Well, it seems I've filled out a bit more than I used to." He wasn't ashamed of it—his body had changed, but he felt strong, healthy. And if the way your gaze lingered on him lately was any indication, you didn't seem to mind the changes either.

Your smile widened, and you reached up to trace the collar of his shirt, the fabric taut across his shoulders. "I've noticed," you admitted, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And I have to say, I really like it. The way your shirts fit now... it’s incredibly attractive."

Aaron Hotchner felt a familiar warmth spread through him, a warmth that had nothing to do with the coffee or the fire crackling in the living room. He was acutely aware of the changes in his body over the years. He wasn't as lean as he had been when Jack was born, or even when you first met him. Getting older, his fitness routine was not quite what it once was; he sometimes worried about how these changes were perceived, especially by someone younger like you.

"Yeah?" he asked, a part of him needing to hear more, to understand how you saw him.

You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw. "Yeah. It suits you. It’s…really hot," you confessed, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Hotch laughed, the sound rich and full of genuine happiness. He pulled you closer, his hands resting on your waist. "Well, I'm glad you think so," he said, and then, softer, "because there's no one else's opinion I care about more than yours."

You blushed at his words, your eyes shining with affection. "Good," you said simply. Then, with a teasing poke to his chest, you added, "Maybe Santa should bring you some more of those shirts next year."

Hotch pretended to consider it, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Only if Santa agrees to keep making comments on how hot they look on me."

"You have no idea," you laughed, leaning in closer. "Sometimes, at work, it's honestly a little distracting." Your voice dropped to a playful whisper, "There are meetings where I'm definitely more focused on your...shirt situation than the case briefings."

Hotch's eyebrows rose, his lips curving into a smirk at your confession. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone equally teasing.

"Absolutely," you affirmed with a nod. "Especially when you're up there giving a profile, all serious and command-mode with your suit jacket off... It’s a lot to handle," you grinned, poking him again gently.

Hotch's laughter filled the kitchen, deep and heartfelt. He pulled you closer, his hands resting on your waist. "Well, I'll have to make sure take the jacket off more often then, just to keep things interesting," he quipped.

"I'd appreciate that," you said, your eyes alight with mischief. "Maybe I'll even start a personal rating system for them. You know, to provide feedback."

"Looking forward to your reviews," Hotch replied, the warmth in his voice reflecting the warmth in his chest. This easy banter, the shared smiles, they made everything feel right.

This Christmas, like all the moments since you'd joined his life, felt complete. Hotch knew there would be challenges ahead, cases to solve, and long nights. But with you by his side, sharing whispers and stolen kisses between cups of coffee and Christmas lights, he felt ready for anything.

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I've got you - Grace Clinton

Summary: Grace and Y/n have a fight before English Camp, and now they have to find a way to make it right

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: angst with a happy ending.

This is part of my 1k commemoration blurb! <3

Masterlist

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It had been four days. 

Four days since the argument. Four days since Grace walked out of Y/n’s flat with her jaw tight and her eyes flashing

Four days of cold shoulders and awkward silences at the England camp, of avoiding eye contact across the dining hall, of teammates whispering because everyone could feel the tension.

It had started over something small—a missed call that turned into a late reply, which then escalated into Grace snapping, “Maybe I’m just not your priority anymore.” 

And that was it. Grace had raised her voice for the first time, and Y/n had gone quiet, the hurt blooming in her chest. Neither of them had spoken since.

It had happened before they were called up for the squad, and so, everyone noticed that something wasn’t quite right between them. 

Y/n and Grace weren’t ones for public affection, but they were incredibly close, and it was obvious to everyone that something had shifted between them

On the first day of camp, Y/n pretended she was fine. She smiled through team meals, trained like nothing was wrong, and laughed at Millie’s stupid jokes. 

But Grace’s absence hit her like a slow, bruising ache. Grace was there at camp, of course, but they didn’t share a room like they always did. 

They didn’t have breakfast together anymore. 

They didn’t walk around the city after training like they used to. 

But even still, Grace was everywhere. Always close, but never quite with her. Same warm-ups, same squad, same locker room—but she never looked directly at Y/n. Never said her name.

At night, Y/n stared at the ceiling of her room, and the phone clutched in her hand, always waiting for a message that never came. And she wasn’t going to be the one to say sorry first, absolutely not.

Beside her, Jess Park let out a loud snore, and Y/n sighed. Of course, her new roommate had to snore. 

As if things weren’t miserable enough already. She rolled onto her side, tucking the phone under her pillow like maybe that would make it buzz. 

It didn’t.

But every time Grace walked past without a glance, it was hell.

Y/n and Grace had never fought like that, they were together for a year now, they only had to deal with minor arguments, but they never latest more than a day

But now? It was bad, they were hurting each other, and none of them had the courage to do something about it. 

By the time match day rolled around—a closed‑door friendly at St. George’s, Y/n and Grace had barely exchanged a glance, each pretending the other didn’t exist as they paired off with different teammates during warm‑ups

Y/n was trapped in her own head; the emotional turmoil raged through her every time the ball came near, and she simply couldn’t keep her focus.

Leah barked at her to get her head back in the game after another wayward pass, and Lucy offered a sympathetic tap on the back when her miscued touch gifted Germany possession. 

It was one of the worst performances of Y/n’s career: every misplaced pass, every heavy first touch, every fraction of a second too slow piled up like lead in her chest. 

And deep down, she knew exactly who to blame—herself, for allowing her personal pain to spill onto the pitch. The emotional turmoil with Grace had taken root deep in her bones, and now it was choking out every instinct she had as a player.

And then it happene

It wasn’t even a big moment. A corner. A simple set piece. She stepped up, took a breath, and swung her leg, only to send the ball sailing awkwardly off her foot. A wasted opportunity. 

The kind of mistake that usually passed without consequence, but today, it tipped her over the edge, and she was subbed off.

Sarina’s voice came shortly after, calm but concerned. “Sit down, kid. Get some water, yeah?”

Her chest was heaving. Her hands shook as she reached for a water bottle, but she didn’t even unscrew the cap.

Y/n nodded, blinking fast, already feeling the sting behind her eyes.

She jogged off, boots dragging, and slumped onto the bench. 

And then the tears came. Hot. Sharp. Relentless.

The way Grace hadn’t looked at her in four days. The ache of sleeping in a bed alone when she was used to Grace’s arms around her. The weight of pretending everything was fine while feeling like she was slowly cracking in half.

She didn’t even understand why she was crying. It wasn’t just the missed corner. It wasn’t just the game. It was everything.

The silence. 

She curled forward, elbows on her knees, hands over her face, trying to muffle the sounds. Her shoulders shook with each breath, each broken sob slipping out despite her best effort to stay composed.

“Hey, came Jess Park’s soft voice beside her. “It’s okay. We all have those days, yeah?”

Y/n didn’t look up. She couldn’t. The embarrassment burned too bright beneath her skin, shame curling in her stomach like smoke.

She vaguely registered Maya’s voice saying something motivational, but it faded into the background. None of it mattered. 

After the final whistle, Y/n was the first to leave the pitch, slipping away toward the locker room while the others lingered to celebrate. 

It was a closed‑door friendly, so she didn’t have to plaster on a smile or answer post‑match pleasantries—thankfully, no one saw the tracks of tears still glistening on her cheeks.

She was halfway through peeling off her jersey when the soft echo of boots on concrete made her look up. 

There, framed in the dim corridor light, stood Grace—her brow creased with worry, hands half‑raised as if not sure whether to reach for Y/n or step back.

“Hey,” Grace said, her voice quiet and hesitant. “The others told me you were upset. I couldn’t see you from the pitch… what happened?”

Y/n froze. 

F or a long moment, they simply stared at each other. 

She inhaled, voice trembling: “You’ve been ignoring me.”

Grace’s eyes searched Y/n’s face for a clue, and Y/n scrabbled for words that wouldn’t betray how raw she still felt.

She could have confessed to the ankle pain, the dizziness from the heat, how every misplayed pass echoed her own tangled emotions, but none of that mattered right now

Grace took a slow step forward. “I’m so sorry, love. I was angry—” Her throat caught. “You were angry, too. I didn’t know if talking would help or only make things worse.”

Y/n’s heart clenched. “You left my flat that night,” she whispered, voice cracking. “You walked out… then acted like I didn’t exist.”

G race’s lips quivered. “I was hurt,” she admitted, gaze downcast, “but I never—” She closed her eyes, then looked back up. “I never stopped caring. I’ve missed you so much.”

A soft, broken noise escaped Y/n’s lips. Grace closed the last inches between them, cradling Y/n’s face, brushing away her tears with gentle fingertips. “I love you,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/n leaned into those hands, pressing her forehead to Grace’s. The world shrank to the warmth of her voice. “I’m sorry, too,” she whispered. “I never should have let it go this far.”

Grace nodded, relief and resolve shining in her eyes. “Next time, we'll talk. No more silence. No more walking away.”

They stayed like that for a moment—two halves mending—until Y/n pulled back to study Grace’s face, still wet with tears. 

“Still mad at me?” Grace asked softly, offering a shy, hopeful smile.

Y/n let out a breathy laugh. “A little,” she admitted, “you did disappear in the middle of the night.”

Grace grinned, eyes alight. “Fair enough.”

And then, without another word, Y/n slipped her arms around Grace’s waist and held on tight—finally home.

Grace kissed her temple, then her cheek, slow and soft. “I’ve got you

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a/n: if you read this far — first of all, ily. second of all, feel free to let me know what you thought! i love hearing your reactions, fav lines, or just general thoughts 🫶 it really makes my day <3

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[jayparked]

99 Jungwon

warnings: f2l, inexperienced reader, oral (m.rec.), corruption kink

wc: 519

"you swear you've never sucked cock before?" jungwon pants, chest rising and falling quickly as he attempts to maintain some sort of composure while you deepthroat him almost too casually.

you glance up at him with large doe eyes, shaking your head slightly with the tip of his cock still between your lips. you let out a low grumble in response, making jungwon groan and stumble forward from the vibration. you let yourself gag on him, wanting him to experience the full satisfaction that he's slightly too big for your inexperienced mouth.

"fuck, could've fooled me. this mouth was made for me."

it's hard not to smile at the compliment. instead, you keep bobbing your head up and down his length, making sure to flatten your tongue alongside him as you do so. drool is pooling down the corners of your mouth and your vision is starting to get blurry from the tears, but you don't care. you've been wanting this for so long and seeing jungwon's face contort with twisted pleasure just from your ministrations is enough to have a pool of your own arousal dripping to the floor.

"i can't believe no one has had you like this before. now that i've got you like this i don't think i can let you go."

you pull away from him with a gasp, wiping the drool and precum off your face with the back of your hand. "you can have all of me if that's what you want." you look up at him excitedly, expectingly even. everything leading up to this moment has been only a tinnnyyy bit calculated by you. okay maybe a LOT. but who could blame you? you've had a crush on jungwon for as long as you could remember. but instead of confessing your feelings for your friend like a normal person, you decided to complain to him about being inexperienced. hoping, praying, that he'd take the bait and offer to show you how it's done.

easiest catch of your life. the sentence was barely out of your mouth before jungwon was eagerly offering you his swollen and needy cock.

little did you know he was actually trying to come up with a similar plan of his own.

"y-you can't just...say stuff like that...while looking at me like that," jungwon moans, hands coming forward to cusp your cheeks before moving his hips back and forth at a more steady pace.

"fuck, okay. i wanted to come down your throat but now you're making me think of...other things. has anyone been inside you before?"

he's still rocking his length in and out of your throat so all you can do is attempt to convey your answer with your eyes.

"o-okay. i have so much to teach you then. a-ahhh-," jungwon hisses as you swallow around him, "if your mouth is already this good i can only imagine what your pussy will feel like. lay on your back will you? i want to get you prepped first," he smirks, hovering over you and holding your gaze as you lie down, "it's gonna be a long night."

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[baronessvonglitter]

I’m having a really rough day and the only thing that will make me feel better is a story about Joel tying me up and devouring my 🐱🐱 for an hour until I’m happy again.

I’m sorry is that too much 🤣😭

I was very happy to step up to this challenge! Hope your day got so much better, hon! 🩷

kiss it better

joel miller x f!reader | wc: 1K

summary: after an awful day, you turn to Joel for help to de-stress

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Light D/s tones. Soft dom!Joel. Reader is tied up at her request, so.. subby reader? ❤️Joel is a cunning linguist (aka f receiving) 😏Pussy pronouns. Fingering. Squirting. Also Joel comes in his pants because I said so. Reader is not much described besides female anatomy. No use of y/n EVER and not beta read because I live dangerously. If I've missed anything please LMK!

a/n: still gonna add a fun fact to this request! Hi, I'm Adriana and I cannot play video games because I will get addicted to them 😞

Please enjoy this, Anon, I wish I could have written it sooner for you 🌹

dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics 👑

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"Had a bad day, huh?" Joel's deep voice sends a thrill through you as he stands at the headboard of his bed, expertly yet softly tying your hand to the bedpost in a black silk scarf. He tests to make sure it's not too tight, and when he asks you tell him it's perfect. Satisfied, he goes to the other side, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist before securing that one as well with another scarf.

"Need me to kiss it all better?" he asks, and you tell him yes because words are important, and he only has you like this when you really need to give over your power.

You're spreadeagle on his bed, naked, your wrists tied as per your request to Joel. He's played out this scenario with you a few times before, and he was more than happy to fulfill your need once again when you showed up on his doorstep after an agonizing day.

His bare hands smooth back your hair, caress the curve of your cheeks, and stop teasingly upon your lips before gliding down over the hollow of your throat and in beteween your breasts where his palm rests a moment, feeling the beat of your heart.

Now he moves slower, his touch more calculated as he cups the heft of each breast, giving each a good squeeze before flicking his tongue against your nipples, the flat of his palm on your torso to keep you still as you writhe under him. He knows you can come from just sucking on your nipples, but today you need something stronger than instant gratification, and his mouth is already watering at the thought of getting to taste you.

Your belly trembles, your cunt already constricting around empty air as his hands and lips travel south, pressing soft kisses into your skin, worshipping the curve of your hips

"Lift up them pretty legs," he softly orders you, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of your wet core as you lift your knees, thighs spread apart exactly as he likes them. You're sopping wet already, your sweet and musky aroma greeting his nostrils. "Cryin' already," he murmurs. "You're havin' the shitty day and she's the one with the tears."

You muffle a giggle at his rare show of playfulness.

"Into each life a little rain must fall," he continues, thumbing your folds with the rough pads of his calloused thumbs. Your viscous slick is thick, more pouring out as he spreads you open. His eyes look up to meet yours. "Ever heard that song before? It's an oldie, so probably not," he says, so conversationally as though he's not in between your thighs, spreading your pussy juices all over your mound.

"I like when you're hydrated," he says softly, as if to himself, and gives a kitten lick to your clit, smoothing your thighs when they start to shake.

"Easy, now," he murmurs, sitting up to take off his shirt, leaving his jeans on, the top button undone just enough for his paunch to be free. You want to rub your hand across that little belly, feel the kitten-soft hair that rests on it and have his erect cock tap your hand when he's fully ready for you. But right now it's about you, not him.

Your hips lift off the bed and a sweet moan flies from your lips as he dives in, tongue roving languidly over your cunt. He laps up your nectar, wiggling his tongue into every nook and cranny, then stopping to press soft kisses to the insides of your thighs, edging you.

"Joel," you whine. He puts your knees over his shoulders, large hands cupping your ass. There's a pillow beneath you to keep you at an angle so he won't hurt his neck giving you head. Last time he had a crick for a week, and he plans on being down here for awhile.

"Patience," he soothes you, his kisses now on the crease between your thigh and your pussy, taking in your scent. "Got all night, don't we?" His own body is desperate for release, his cock rock hard, straining against the denim of his Wrangler jeans. He's humping the mattress as he eats you out, needing to relieve the ache building up inside.

Time seems to still as he goes back to devouring you, using the flat of his tongue to lap up every drop and the pointed tip of his tongue to tickle your clit. He leaves you guessing at every turn, fucking you with his tongue and suctioning his lips around your clit, keeping your orgasm out of reach until he feels you're ready, despite your pleadings, your bound hands clawing at nothing.

"We're not through until ya soak me," he grumbles. "Wanna be able to smell this cunt in my mustache for days." With that, he gently inserts two fingers, softly curving them, tickling that spongy part deep inside that makes you forget your own damn name.

"Fuck! Joel!" Your thighs threaten to constrict him, your back arches, offering all of yourself. You lose yourself in the sweet pleasure, gasping and sighing, calling out his name as his skilled tongue licks a wide stripe across your drenched cunt. He delves inside of you, tasting you like he needs it to survive, all while his fingers pump into you steadily.

"You taste so good.. I could do this all night."

All the warmth that has been gathering in your core now threatens to spill over, and your eyes go wide when you realize what's about to happen. "Joel! Joel, wait.. I think I have to pee!"

He lifts his head, an amused little smile on his lips. "Nah, baby, you're gonna squirt, and I want you to do it. Come for me.."

You're powerless to stop the huge wave of pleasure that engulfs you, your muscles tensing right before you squirt, the warm liquid gushing out, covering the sheets, covering Joel, who stays where he is, continuing to finger you through your climax as you pulse and choke his fingers.

You come down at last to view the aftermath: a soaked bed, and Joel pulling off his jeans, his cock now softening. You made him come in his jeans.

"Better, baby?" he asks, concerned with you before himself.

"Well.. it was a really bad day." Your eyes glisten with mischief, matching the glint in Joel's. "I might need another round."

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@evolnoomym @cxrsed-angel @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal

@letsgobarbs @everybodylovedcontractors @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @untamedheart81 @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 @sunshinehaze1 @604to647

@rav3n-pascal22 @axshadows @inept-the-magnificent @ohhoneypascal and probably others, forgive my goldfish brain

[fagtainsparklez]

Hey I've been observing from afar through your reaction blogging, I haven't been in mcyt as much since the dsmp ended but I still care about a lot of the people in the mcyt circle and I'm interested in what goes on - care to give a rundown of what happened at this twitch rivals thing everyone keeps talking about? (no pressure only if you want to) Aside from the fact I'm sure it was terribly run like most twitch rival events are, but it sounds like there was more to it than that

okay so. i am going to be missing quite a few details because i missed a day myself + my streamer could not care less, so i heavily encourage others to add on stuff i missed

this was a multi-day competition, running for 5 days with prize rewards from 1k to 100k. it started with i think 150 players, with select numbers of people getting eliminated each round. day 1-2 are fairly normal, at least for twitch rivals. of all the games that got played through the whole event, i'd say like 1 was actually good, and maybe 2 were decent, at best. most are bad, poorly-executed, poorly thought out, or just boring in terms of both player enjoy-ability and content creation.

DAY 3 EDIT:

now, sapnap's been sapnap for this entire event already. obnoxious, a bad sport, but most notably, playing DMCA'd songs. the event ran on proximity chat, so while he was unmuted, everyone around him would also be subject to said songs, which could mute vods at worst and terminate accounts at best. most people are fed up with him at this point. while everyone's trying to come up with solutions for the glitch, sapnap spams the discord with useless shit. couriway calls him out in the discord, calling him annoying and obnoxious, then later calling him a cunt in twitch chat. sapnap uses couriway and feinberg's name in his stream title for clickbait and talks shit about them + their friends (hbg/house builder gang). he also makes some weird comment asking if couri is homophobic because sap was talking about having skeppy's dick in his mouth?? or something?? i'm unsure exactly how day 3's issue of the glitch resolved.

day 4 is also your average experience with your usual range of average to horribly painful games. sapnap continues to be a bitch and not take responsibility for his stans attacking anyone in sight, but what else is new

day 5 is. bad. the game set for deciding the final competitors can be cheesed (if you let someone else do all the work, you can punch them in the last second and steal their win) and eliminates like 20 people at once. on top of that, a glitch happens that leaves the server on standby for at least 30 minutes while admins decide what to do. firebreathman sends a picture of a bare naked ass in the discord. someone else sends a photo of their debit card. streamers entertain themselves in various ways, including growing a cactus (fulham), playing osu (purpled), collecting other people's streams for their overlay (fruitberries), playing slime rancher (badboyhalo), and building real-life furniture (couriway). tubbo (who was already eliminated at this point) starts jumping between streams and asking in chat for the tea. the game is eventually replayed, deciding the final 4 players, but it's just as broken and at that point, no one wants to be there anymore. it's revealed through multiple streamers (purpled, i believe also feinberg) that twitch rivals games are not tested before being ran. the only testing done was a stress test to see if the server could handle all original 150-some players. this explains why the games are so bad and poorly organized (some games take over an hour, others barely 30 minutes).

the final four are sapnap, shadoune, sneegsnag, and i think feinberg. it's the most anticlimatic game of connect 4 you can imagine. sneeg eliminates sapnap, and shadoune eliminates fein. notably, fein's game glitches during a throw, which despite being obviously a glitch, the coordinators brush off as being "part of the game". fein and multiple other streamers spend time analyzing every pov frame by frame and all agree that yeah, that was a glitch. shadoune and sneeg are left for the finals. they come to an agreement that this is stupid and a horrible event. tired of this bullshit, they purposefully stall the games and run a podcast for approximately 2 hours, forcing the coordinators to bend to their commands hunger games-style. essentially since the first glitch of the day people were begging twitch to just split the money, something that wouldn't be easy according to tubbo, because everything is pre-signed and delegated before the event. sneeg and shadoune give no fucks, and force the coordinators to split the money anyway, winning the day through the power of friendship. i cannot stress enough how no one wanted to fucking be there by the end of all this.