#if u want an answer: it feels VULNERABLE and EMBARRASSING

[leelesbo]

you don’t need to apologize pretty puppy its okay, hope you’re doing well <3 im feeling much more dominant today so you’d better hope to god you’re ready to serve me at my mercylike the perv we all know you are ~

prettyyyyy damn sure i know who sent that last ask too, they do a great job toying with you, even said they like watching me do it too - very flattering <3. how does it feel knowing people love watching me push your buttons and watching you squirm? they had the right idea with the feather, that’s super clever, but personally im sure i could stick anything between your legs and you’d automatically soak it

but anyways yeah, we should have a wrestling match ^_^ no ulterior motives at all, just dykes being dykes. hey i think you dropped something, better bend down and check, i wont pin your hands and face down when you’re presenting for me or anything

- 🐗

i’m. hdhffhd

[miaoua3]

hey! i just saw that u opened requests and i came here to ask If you could do a seventeen reaction when you're on your ovulation week..? like, what goes on on their mind seeing you so needy, almost begging for them.. 🫠 i would really appreciate that 'cuz i LOVE your writing! thank you!! 🩷

(embarrassed to say this but this request has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS😭 gurl im so sorry im only answering it now, i hope you dont hate me too much🫶 also don’t mind how much more porn-descriptive it got half way through, i kinda…lost the plot halfway through lmao)

SVT & Your Ovulation Week

scoups-a natural care taker who goes insane at seeing you so needy, eyes glazed as you literally beg him to fuck you. normally would try to keep it cool and collected, but you are just so needy, all the restraint he possesses gets thrown out of the window in the name of pounding into your insatiable pussy. literally goes on for hours, still has the strength to fold you in half and absolutely ruin you, even after 4 rounds. he won’t stop until he has you sobbing his name while underneath his body, until the sheets are soaked through completely. his dick might as well fall off in the end because he isn’t stopping, no matter what. overall he loses his mind at seeing you so needy, begging for him to break you (both mentally and physically)

jeonghan-normally he would be all teasing and borderline sinister as he edges you to no end, but he knows how high your emotions can run during your ovulation that he kind of just…shuts up and fuck you till he almost passes out😭 but overall loves seeing you so needy and desperate for him, gets him a bit cocky knowing that he’s the one you seek out during your emotional and vulnerable times to take care of you. in the end he physically can’t go for longer, ends up just laying there with shaking legs and just says “use me if you still need to, but fuck i am NOT moving anymore”😭 (you literally fuck his brains out)

joshua-loving, caring, and downright sinister to you all at once. he mostly goes with whatever you are feeling-he can either make the most romantic love to you or he can tie you up and make you sob for the next 3 hours. in either way-he takes care of you, body and soul. he loves seeing you so needy, so desperate for him-his love, his cock and his presence. he loves having an excuse to just shut off the world for hours and just do what he loves the most-fucking you until your whole body is shaking

jun-is so scared of doing something to piss you off so he just…shuts up and does whatever you tell him to. want him to eat you out? 🫡already on it. want him to fuck you and not to stop for the next 6 hours?…well if he can just make a small pause for a snack he’s pretty sure he can do it. embodiment of “yes ma’am” in general, but during your ovulation week? your words are his prayer, he lives to please you and make you lose your mind over everything that he does to you. overall a bit overwhelmed at how needy you get but nothing he can’t handle. even if he couldn’t, he would push through it because seeing you so…cock hungry wakes something entirely different inside of him.

hoshi-oh probably the only one who acts even worse and needier than you. he can see all the signs-glazed eyes and furrowed eyebrows, the word “please” on the tip of your tongue and grabby hands, and he knows what time of the month is. he will NOT let you leave the bed for like a day straight, hands grabbing you and dragging you back to him as he says “where do you think you are going? we are nowhere near done yet.” so…rip to your pussy girl lmao i just know its gonna be BURNING from how hard and raw he will go at it. actually loses his insanity whenever he sees you get so hungry for him during your ovulation week, so in return he will make you go just as insane

wonwoo-cocky motherfucker who thoroughly enjoys seeing you begging for him to fuck you and to absolutely destroy your needy pussy. he’s all smirks and “oh yeah?”, ego getting fed every time you beg for him to give it to you. uses your neediness to play with you-not too much because you will probably whack him or drag him to your bed and take what you want and need from him, but just a little to get your senses heightened. overall very pleased seeing you let yourself be at his mercy, makes you dehydrated from how often he makes you cum on his face, fingers and cock, and makes sure that you are satiated

woozi-oh this man will have you shaking for DAYS from how much he would fuck you. something about your constant neediness and horniness makes him snap. completely loses all sense of self in the name of making you absolutely SOAK his sheets, be it from his fingers, tongue, dick or even a vibrator. it’s almost like your pheromones affect his so much that he too loses all control, wanting to just suffocate himself in your pussy. to say that he absolutely LOVES seeing you so needy for him and his touch, is an understatement. his chest fills with this weird sense of…pride? pride that he’s the one you seek out to fulfil your needs. pride that you trust him enough to take care of you during your probably most sensitive weeks. pride that you are his to take care of.

minghao-calm and collected on the outside but inside his mind there’s a whole storm brewing due to your glassy eyes and pleading voice. gets more teasing when he sees you like that-desperate and hungry for him. but not too much-his fingers tease your folds a second longer than usual, his lips stay on your pussy just to the point where he can feel your legs clamp around his head, he teases his dick against your folds just until you start whining and pulling him towards yourself. his brain just malfunctions whenever he sees you in this state, a primal need to prolong your neediness as much as possible by teasing you, by taking his time with you.

mingyu-if you think you are needy, you obviously haven’t seen gyu. it’s enough for you to pull on his shirt and look at him with those puppy eyes that scream “fuck me🥺please” and he’s a goner. he’s all over you, all tongue and spit while he’s messily kissing you, his big hands holding your cheeks. desperately grinds and humps against your clothed core, too impatient to take them off and too needy so he can’t help but roll his clothed dick into your heat. he isn’t stopping with pleasuring you until the sheets are soaked completely. he can’t help himself, it’s almost like your pheromones affect him just as much so he gets as needy as you do. one smell of your sweet pussy is all it takes for him to lose all senses, all thoughts to disappear from his head. the needy to have you moaning, screaming and crying out his name is just so strong he choses to give up all the control, all pride and self respect, there’s only ever you

dk-it can go in two ways for this one. first, he’s either all loving, romantic and sweet, whispering loving words to you as he slowly grinds his hips into your own, dick deliciously grazing the sides of your inner wall. he just wants to take care of you, to make you feel satisfied, to satisfy your deep needs. he won’t ever day no to you, doing his best to make his baby feel loved, appreciated and taken care of. two, he literally becomes this insatiable animal, literally spinning you around the room, throwing you on the bed before he drags you to the floor, all while fucking you at insane speeds. fucks you from the bed all the way to the kitchen counter. he won’t let you move an inch away from you, all over you, licking, biting and marking you as his. and what version you will get during the next ovulation? who knows, guess you will just have to sit and wait and see 🤷‍♀️

seungkwan-oh this smirky and cocky motherfucker. usually he’s acting like a virgin mary whenever you try to insinuate that you want to fuck, all scandalised and gasping, blushing while saying to take him to the dinner first. but when you’re ovulating? when he can clearly see you get all needy? when he can sense that you will either get him to give you what you want or that you will take it yourself? oh it’s game on then. going slow, to the point where you start crying in frustration but also from how good it feels. all the while he whispers in that deep voice of his things like “oh does my angel want more? want me to fuck you harder? to give it to you, just like you want it? how you need it? why don’t you try begging some more baby, see if i will care then.” he’s do meannnn but it’s so hot-it’s hot how confident he suddenly is, how with only his words he can reduce you to a whining and needy mess that you are. he loves seeing you so desperate for him, he can’t help himself but be a bit meaner so he can see you literally begging for him. it all makes him feel…proud in a fucked up way. in conclusion-ovulation time is his favourite time of the month

vernon-probably the least affected one. sure, it gets him all excited and makes him want to make you satisfied, but you won’t see him act like an animal like some of them do, nor will you see him fucking you for hours to no end. he will keep you satisfied and all, but he physically can’t go for longer than two rounds, he’s way too dehydrated for long fucking sessions as it is. still, he will try his hardest to keep you satisfied, even if in other ways. he knows how sensitive you are to many things, that’s why he’s always there to comfort you, both with his hugs, and his mouth on your sweet pussy. he knows that you get the need to crawl inside his skin, that nothing feels close enough. that’s why he will cuddle you so much until you become one, or he will literally let you feel his whole weight while he’s on top of you, hips rolling in deep movements as he’s fucking you. he knows how you need him to verbally show you that he loves you. that’s why he will gently kiss your forehead and whisper a little “i love you” every few hours-or, he will grab your neck, spit in your mouth and say “you are mine.” he will take care of you, that’s for sure-in which way however?🤷‍♀️ who knows

dino-oh poor boy. oh this poor poor boy. the moment you get your hands on him, he knows it’s going to be an eventful night. he doesn’t even fight it-the moment you grab the front of his shirt and practically throw him on your bed, he just accepts it and prepares for the longest and best fucking session of his life. he gets unusually submissive, he does whatever you want him to. you grab his hair and drag him to your pussy so he can eat you out? say less, your wish is his command. you want him to fuck you in a certain position? he’s breaking his back from how fast he tries to get into that position. he just wants to give you everything you might need. he can’t really explain why, he just…does. seeing you so needy, but still being needy only for him? it turns his brain into a mush. he’s already whipped for you as it is, but add all the emotions and pheromones while you are ovulating? you get simp dino maxxed out on the attitude “yes ma’am”.

[chleem]

hey if ur taking requests can u do one where rafe is being distant and reader thinks hes cheating but he reassures her that hes not

thank you!

bf!rafe x gf!reader

⋆.˚ Warnings: swearing, verbal fight (read at own caution

word count: 3.4k

Rafe was obsessed. 

With you? No, no. 

With his phone. 

You started noticing two weeks ago, when he’d have one hand around you, another one on his phone. 

It was subtle at first, the way he’d flick his thumb across the screen in between kisses, but now? Now it was a constant. Even when you were sitting together in silence, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm, his eyes would flick down to his device.

During dinner, he would excuse himself for ‘phone calls’. And when you tried to engage in conversation with him, he would answer vaguely. Sometimes, not even bothering to say. 

But during sex? Oh, it was horrible. It took him longer than usual to cum, and when he did, his eyes were glazed, his focus still drifting somewhere else. Rafe would still take care of you, but it was clear that he wasn’t…really here. 

Time spent together was less, to the point where the past week, only late at night, when the soft ruffle of the bedsheets, told you Rafe was home. You hadn’t even realized how bad it had gotten until you started counting the days since you’d last had a real conversation.

At first, you told yourself it was nothing. Rafe was probably just dealing with some work or a friend needing him, but the longer it went on, the more you couldn’t shake the feeling. 

You'd catch him looking at his phone screen with strange intensity, as though he was hiding something.

The thought gnawed at you. 

He’s cheating, he’s cheating, he’s cheating. 

You hated how your mind immediately connects to that- feeling guilty, nervous, and embarrassed. 

You wanted him obsessed with you again, not that damn device.

You wanted him to look at you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered. 

The thought made your stomach churn. It was bratty, childish even, but it was how it had always been with Rafe. You had always been the one to pull him in, the one who had his focus. You loved it. Hell, you craved it.

But now? You felt like you were chasing him. The one who used to make him drop everything for a kiss, a touch, a laugh. Now, it seemed like it was all work or whatever else kept his attention hostage, and you were just another part of the scenery.

You hated how vulnerable it made you feel, like some insecure, jealous person, but it was hard not to think the worst when he acted like you weren’t even in the same room as him half the time.

You hated it.

But even as those thoughts consumed you, you wanted to scream at yourself to snap out of it. Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe it’s all in your head. But the uncertainty gnawed at you, and you just couldn’t- wouldn’t ignore it anymore.

And tonight, it was the final straw. 

You and Rafe had finally went out, together at another one of those parties. 

The whole night, it was the same thing. 

When he had his arm around you, his other hand was glued to that phone. And then there were the moments when he slipped away to talk with her, if you went to the bathroom or bar. 

You’d come back to see him engaged in conversation with her, laughing and nodding along at what she was saying. He seemed so... invested.

Fuck.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The frustration, the jealousy- it all boiled over. It was almost like being overstimulated- by the loud party, the people, and Rafe. 

You pulled at his sleeve, your voice catching a bit, “Rafe?”

He immediately shuts up with her, his expression shifting from relaxed to serious- or maybe annoyed- when he looks down at you.

“I wanna go home,” you say, an hour into the night.

Rafe stares at you for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. But before he can say anything, you turn, your back already to him, heading toward the door.

He has to be following you. 

Or you’ll never forgive him.

As soon as you step outside, the cool night air hitting your skin, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you.

Rafe’s there, fast. By the time you reach the passenger door of the car, he’s already standing beside it, his hand on the handle, opening it for you.

You glance at him briefly, but he’s not even looking at you. His eyes are trained on something distant, his jaw clenched tight. 

You slide into the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.

The car is quiet for a few seconds. Too quiet. 

And then, finally, Rafe gets in the driver’s seat, the leather creaking beneath him. 

The moment he closes the door, the car fills with his scent- cologne and the lingering trace of alcohol. It’s oddly comforting. 

He doesn’t start the car right away. Instead, you can feel him shifting in his seat, like he’s debating whether or not to speak.

You keep your eyes on the dashboard, crossing your arms. 

He decides against breaking the silence. Instead, he slowly pulls out of the parking spot, the car moving steadily down the street.

As he drives, Rafe’s hand slides down toward your thigh, the ring cold against your skin.

Your body tenses. You move your legs further to the other side, creating distance between you, trying to avoid the touch, but his fingertips still barely brush against your skin. 

From the corner of your eye, he tilts his head slightly over at you, glancing. 

Rafe then pulls your thigh back over, his digits digging into your flesh, lightly, almost like a warning. 

You try again, tilting your legs away from him. 

But this time, Rafe holds you down with enough force that you can’t move, his grip on your thigh firm, keeping you in place. 

Frustrated, you use your hands to pry his fingers off one by one.

The car stops at a red light, and Rafe’s hands leave the steering wheel, quickly grabbing your wrist. “Stop- what are you doing?”

“Get your hands off me,” you snap, brows furrowing as you try to escape his grip. 

The car shakes as you move, and Rafe licks his lips, his brows furrowed as he watches you, “Shit- ”

He wasn’t even holding onto you that hard, because you escape his touch easily.

You cross your arms again, turning to look out the car window. Through the reflection, you catch his dumbfounded expression. 

Rafe pokes his tongue against his cheek, “I- I can’t even touch you?”

You stay silent, not responding.

“Something wrong?” he asks. 

Still, you don’t answer.

He pokes the side of your waist, causing you to flinch, but you don’t turn around.

“Babe,” he calls out. 

No response. 

“Hey- answer me,” he demands, his fingertips grazing over your shoulder. 

He pauses for a moment, his voice dropping, “You sure you wanna ignore me?”

When even his semi-threat doesn’t get you to budge, he scoffs, shaking his head. His hand grips the steering wheel tighter as he turns back to the front, the other resting on the center console. 

The light turns green; and Rafe drives fast, the sudden acceleration nearly knocking you out of your seat.

“Rafe!” you shout, your voice a mixture of frustration and panic.

He doesn’t immediately respond, his eyes focused on the road, his arm veins popping out as he grips on the wheel tightly. 

His knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel, eyes laser-focused on the road ahead, but he still doesn’t speak.

You swallow hard, gripping the seatbelt tighter, heart pounding in your chest. You can feel your stomach twist in knots from not only the car speed, but Rafe. 

“Stop- you’re making me sick,” you manage to gasp, your hand reaching out to grip his shirt, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush as the car speeds through the streets.

He doesn't immediately acknowledge you.

But as the car jerks slightly from the corner, Rafe finally slows down and stops at the next red light.

The silence that follows is deafening. 

His hands are still clutching the wheel, his body rigid, but you can feel the frustration radiating off him.

You swallow again, trying to steady your breathing, but the knot in your stomach only tightens.

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath, head stinging. “you jerk,” you snap, shoving his shoulder as you lean back into the seat, hands instinctively pressing to your chest, trying to calm down.

“Don’t- don’t ignore me,” he mumbles, as the car moves again, slower this time (the normal pace). 

“‘Don’t ignore me’?” you couldn’t even hide the disgust and anger in your voice.

Rafe’s the one who's been distant with you these past weeks, and now he has the audacity to ask you not to ignore him, when all you did was refuse his touch? Fucking bitch. 

You watch his jaw tick as he pulls into the familiar setting of the Cameron estate, and you can’t- won’t hold it in anymore. 

You’ve pushed the thought to the back of your mind for weeks, but seeing him with that girl tonight… it all resurfaces.

“I- I can’t do this anymore, Rafe.” 

The car comes to an abrupt stop, and he turns his head over to you. 

"What?" He asks, confusion written all over him. 

You don’t give him the chance. Before he can say anything else, you throw the door open and climb out of the car, slamming it shut. 

You don’t wait for him to follow you, your steps quick and purposeful as you move toward the front door, every step making your heart feel heavier.

“Hey-“ you hear the car door open, Rafe’s voice echoing through the place. 

You don’t turn around. Instead, you crouch down to one of the plant pots near the door, your hands fumbling for the keys. 

“Hey, what- what the hell is that supposed to mean, huh?”

The moment your hand makes contact with the keys, you stand up, but Rafe’s already there, standing beside you. His presence feels heavy, dark, and looming as he towers over you.

“Answer me, y/n,” he demands, his voice low and strained. “What- what are you-”

“It means we’re over!” You scream right into his face, right at the blue eyes you once found comfort and love in, only now they felt like nothing but a reminder of how you’d been ignored and hurt.

Without waiting for a response, you unlock the front door, pushing it open and stepping inside. 

“Fuck- why? Hey- I’m talking to you-“

Rafe’s voice follows as your feet carry you faster into the shared bedroom, the urgency in your steps matching the storm inside you.

He’s right behind you, his footsteps heavy, but you don’t slow down. You rush into the closet, standing on your tiptoes to grab your empty luggage, your hands trembling as you pull it out.

“Tell me- tell me y/n, why? What- did I do something wrong?"

You nudge past him, dropping the luggage carelessly on the bed. You move past him again, grabbing your clothes, trying to ignore the weight of his presence.

But as you attempt to walk by him once more, Rafe grabs your wrists harshly, the force so intense that it stops you dead in your tracks.

Your eyes widen, staring up at him, feeling his grip tighten. 

He glares down at you, his expression filled with something darker- a look you’ve seen him use on the Pogues right before a fight breaks out. 

“Fuck- look at me when I'm talking to you," he snaps. 

Your breath hitches, and for the first time, you're actually scared of Rafe—scared of what he could do to you. The intensity in his eyes makes your stomach drop.

Rafe must have sensed the shift in you because, just as quickly as he grabbed you, his blue eyes soften. He swallows, his grip loosening, and his hands drop from your wrists. He leans against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you, almost pleading, as if silently asking you not to breeze past him.

“Talk, talk to me, babe.”

You bite down on your lip, fidgeting on your feet as you think of your next words. 

But there was no better way to rephrase them, really. 

“…Are you cheating on me?” 

You start, your voice shaking slightly. His brows furrow deeper, “hmm? Be honest with me, Rafe. Who are you seeing other than me?”

“‘Cheating’?” 

he repeats, like the word itself is foreign to him. 

“Yeah- you are, aren’t you?”

He shakes his head, a quick, sharp motion. “No- no.”

He stands up straight, towering over you now. “Where- where would you get that? Why would you-”

“I don’t know!”

“I would never-”

“I just-” 

“I would never cheat on you, y/n.”

His tone is final, laced with a certainty that makes your chest tighten. The blue in his eyes doesn’t waver, holding yours with an intensity that almost dares you to doubt him.

He leans in, a hand going to play with the waistband of your pants.

"Where did you get that thought- into that, that pretty mind of yours?" a teasing edge creeping in his voice as he tilts his head slightly, eyes studying your face. 

You shrug, bringing your own hand up and playing with his ring. “Well- you’ve been ignoring me.”

His hand stops playing with the button, fingers freezing mid-motion. His eyes narrow slightly, the teasing disappearing from his voice. “I have?” he asks, trying to gauge if you’re serious or just playing.

You nod slowly, looking away for a moment, but your fingers still toy with the ring on his hand, the metal cool against your skin. "Yeah. It’s like I’m not even here sometimes.”

He takes in a sharp breath, his gaze softening as his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “...I’m sorry.”

You didn’t expect him to apologize so soon, or even at all. Rafe was stubborn- he didn’t like being called out or criticized. Fights with him usually ended with him gently coaxing you to forgive him, without ever actually saying sorry. 

Yet here he is.

You blink, his apology settling on your chest. It feels... strange. Almost too simple, yet so unexpected.

"Wow," you breathe out.

"What?" His gaze flickers to your lips, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"You never say that.”

"Say what?"

“Sorry."

"What?" He laughs, the sound deep and throaty, “I- I do.”

"No, you don’t."

"Well, I just said it.”

"Yeah. And- why?”

He pauses, his laughter fading into something quieter. For a second, he doesn’t speak. Then he looks at you, his eyes darker now, not playful but serious. 

“...Because I don’t want you thinking that.”

"Thinking what?”

“… think that I’m cheating on you."

Your mind circles back to the girl at the party, and all the time he spent on his phone, his attention so distracted.

"...Tell me about that girl," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as his finger gently ghosts over your belly button, the warmth of his touch at odds with the cool uncertainty creeping up inside you.

"...What girl?" His blue eyes hold your gaze, unwavering. 

"That girl- at the party.”

He tilts his head slightly, the tension in his jaw tightening. 

"Her?" he asks, a strange light in his eyes. He bites his bottom lip, clearly choosing his words carefully. "No one.”

"'No one'?" You raise an eyebrow, heart thumping in your chest as you stare at him. "But you talked to her a lot.”

"She's no one," he repeats, but there’s something in his tone that doesn’t quite convince you.

"Rafe." Your voice is softer now, almost pleading. "Who is she?"

He exhales, his chest rising and falling with the motion. "Not important.”

"...How do you expect me to believe you're not cheating when you won’t even tell me, hmm? Is she the one you're texting so much?”

His eyes narrow slightly. Then, out of nowhere, a smirk creeps up on his lips, his expression shifting into something more teasing, almost mocking.

"What, you jealous?”

You freeze, your stomach dropping at the sudden shift in his attitude. “...Are you serious right now, Rafe?”

“My baby’s jealous,” he murmurs instead, his hand coming up to brush your hair off your shoulders. He laughs lightly, but the sound only serves to make your frustration grow.

You roll your eyes, trying to walk past him, but before you can make it very far, he catches your forearm just in time, pulling you back to him.

 The smirk is still there, but now there’s a new depth in his eyes- something more serious, almost challenging.

“You, you really wanna know?” he asks.

“...Yes."

He steps closer, his fingers tightening around your arm just enough to remind you of his presence. His eyes don’t leave yours, dark and intense. “You sure? You wanna know what I’m planning?”

"Yes, Rafe.”

He exhales slowly, almost as if he’s debating whether to let you in or not. 

Finally, his lips curve into something softer, though still playful. “...it’s for your birthday.”

Your expression relaxes as the words sink in. Your birthday. 

You hadn’t even thought about it, too consumed with the feeling of being ignored and deprived of his attention. All the stress, the jealousy, and the uncertainty had clouded your mind, and now, as the truth hits you, it feels like a weight lifting off your chest.

Your heart flutters at the thought that he’s been planning something special for you all along.

“That girl- she’s a party planner, I guess. I- I don’t really know,” Rafe scratches his head, “Been texting her just to get details... plus, got a new deal going on, so- “

You’re barely hearing the rest of his words as your mind races. Stupid girl. You had let your own insecurities twist everything. 

You’d thought the worst, thinking he would cheat. But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare.

This moment- it was a reminder of just how much he loved you, even if he didn’t always show it. 

Rafe, with his walls built high, was the type to be completely absorbed in one thing at a time. He could be consumed by his work or something else, but that didn’t mean he was indifferent. It didn’t mean he didn’t care.

You should’ve known better. You should’ve known that when he was with you, his attention was fully yours, even if it didn’t always come in the ways you expected.

Rafe’s words start to blur, but you step closer to him, your hands resting gently on his chest as he looks down at you, still explaining, oblivious to the shift in your thoughts.

“Thank you,” you say, once he stops, a smile tugging at your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

He smiles down at you, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

“Why?” he asks, a playful curiosity in his voice.

“Thank you for planning my birthday," you murmur, "and also... sorry- for thinking you’re cheating.”

Rafe’s smile falters just slightly, his fingers tightening around you as he pulls you closer. “No- I- it’s all my fault.

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “...Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again.”

He blinks, a bit confused at first. “That it’s all my fault?”

“No,” you say softly, “say that you’re sorry.”

There’s a pause, and he exhales as if he’s still processing, then finally says, “...I’m sorry.”

You smile at how the words roll off his tongue, a softness in his voice that you don’t hear often. It’s a rare vulnerability, and somehow, it feels like everything is just as it should be.

You and Rafe spend a few seconds simply staring into each other’s eyes. The world outside seems to fade away.

And then, with a sudden smirk, he adds, “You ruined the surprise.”

Your eyes widen, a small laugh escaping your lips as you pull back slightly.

“Well, would you rather lose a girlfriend instead?”

“C’mon…y’know you’re enough to keep me busy anyways,” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin. 

Rafe laughs, the sound deep and amused, and you tap his chest playfully. 

“Shut up, Rafe.”

And as you both stand there, the moment feeling light and easy, you can’t help but smile at how everything’s falling into place.

It’s funny how, sometimes, the things you feared the most turn out to be nothing but misunderstandings. And with Rafe, despite his occasional stubbornness, he always manages to find his way back to you.

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corny but I LOVE IT

also, learned how to do the 'keep reading' tabs is it better now

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[loveroffemmes]

you and Shauna are “studying,” but she keeps looking at your lips. u tease her, asking if she even knows what page you’re on. she says something sarcastic but then pushes your textbook aside and straddles your lap. “wanna quiz me on something else?”

Midterm Makeout | Shauna Shipman x Fem! Reader

warnings: smut, thigh-riding, fingering

summary: shauna and you sit on your bed together, studying for midterms when you notice that shauna's been staring at you the entire time. shauna decides to study your body instead.

Shauna and I had been sitting on my bed for the past hour, flipping through our history textbooks and desperately trying to retain any of the information I was reading. I looked up from my textbook to try and see if Shauna was having better luck than I was. When I look up at Shauna, all I see are her eyes locked onto my lips.

“Shauna?” I call out.

Shauna’s eyes never leave my lips, “Yeah?”

“Do you even know what page you’re supposed to be on?”

“Ninety…eight…teen….?” Shauna says, guessing random numbers.

“Yes, we’re on page ninety eighteen” I giggle.

“You’re judging me, but I bet you can’t even tell me what this chapter is about.” Shauna smugly replies, setting her textbook down next to her on the bed.

I opened my mouth to ramble off random facts about the chapter, but Shauna was right, I hadn’t really retained any information, “Hey! At least I’m trying, unlike a certain slacker.” I joke, “I bet if I quizzed you on anything in this book you wouldn’t be able to get a single question right.” Shauna shifted slightly, reaching her hand out and pushing the textbook out of my lap. She then moved on top of me, her knees on either side of my thighs, “W-What’re you doing, Shauna?”

Shauna licked her lips, her eyes moving back to mine, “Why don’t you quiz me on something else, (Y/n)?” One of her hands moved to my shoulder, the other to the back of my head. She pushed my head forward as she leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a gentle, but rushed kiss. There was no warning to it, just heat. The kiss was gentle, as if she was testing how far she could go, but it was rushed as if she could not restrain herself, as if she was watching me for the past hour fantasizing about this kiss. Shauna pulled away, her eyes meeting mine, her voice coming out more vulnerable than she wanted, “I want you, (Y/n).” Her lips met mine again before I could answer, I think Shauna was scared I wouldn’t be as eager as her or that I wouldn’t really want her at all (both extremely untrue). The kiss was hungrier this time like if she didn’t kiss me right now she would pass away from the overwhelming feeling of want. The kiss wasn’t perfect, Shauna’s eagerness got the best of her and our noses bumped, our teeth hit, and yet she didn’t stop. She was desperate to feel my lips on hers, her hunger and need felt almost animalistic.

Shauna’s hands roamed; my hips, my waist, my back — anywhere that she could comfortably put her hands, she did. None of her touches were light; her nails scratched at my skin, her hands cupped anything they could. It seemed like Shauna had lost control once her lips touched mine. Her lips followed suit, beginning to roam anywhere they possibly could. First, my jaw, then my neck. Her teeth sank into my skin as she licked my neck, making sure to leave a mark behind. Her hands moved to the hem of my shirt, tugging at it slight, “Off?” Shauna mumbled against my neck before going back to leaving marks on it, her limited wording being from her not wanting her lips to leave my skin for more than a few seconds.

“You can take it off, Shauna.��� I reply, I feel Shauna’s lips form into a smirk against my skin. She pulls away from me, still stranding me as she takes my shirt off. She doesn’t go immediately back to marking like I thought she would, instead she studies my chest (the most focused she’s been this entire study session).

“You’re..” Shauna swallows, clearly embarrassed by just how much she wants this, “gorgeous.” Her hands move to the clasp of my bra, her hands shaking — not from nerves, but from anticipation. Her shaky hands unclip my bra, taking it off. Her lips part as she takes in the sight in front of her, “How have we not done this sooner?” She breathes, her eyes never leaving my chest (she’s currently trying to memorize every inch of me).

She leans back in my lap slightly, lifting her own shirt over her head and discarding it with wherever the textbooks went, long forgotten. She then took off her bra, and threw it somewhere on the floor of my bedroom, and it was my turn to gawk at her. Shauna’s lips return to mine, desperate. Her hands move to my chest with the same hungry urgency that her lips have.

Her hands cup my chest, squeezing it softly as her fingers run over my nipples. Her nails softly grazing over my nipples as they hardened all while her tongue worked it’s way into my mouth.

"I can't wait any longer." She mumbles against my lips, her touch getting rougher and rougher by the second. She pulls away, moving off my lap and quickly discarding the rest of her clothes before turning her attention back to me, "Lay down." She demands and I listen, "Lift your hips, love." She instructs and I listen once again. lifting my hips. Shauna grabs the waistband of both my shorts and panties, taking them off in one swift motion. Shauna straddles my thigh and she lifts her fingers to my lips, "Suck." And, again, I listen. I take both her fingers into my mouth and Shauna gasps, her eyes locked on my lips. I swirled my tongue around her fingers and Shauna moaned, rolling her hips against my thigh as she watched me. I could feel her wetness coating my thigh.

Shauna pulled her fingers out of my mouth, moving them down to my clit. Her fingers ghosted over where I needed them most, "Please, Shauna."

Shauna smirks, her thumb circling my clit a little more firmly now. Her other fingers slipping lower, teasing my entrance. I jerk my hips forward and Shauna laughs, "Are you really that desperate?" She teases and before I can even reply, she gives me exactly what I need. Her fingers slide into me, her fingers slowly thrusting into me. She's matching her own pace as she moves against my thigh. Shauna ruts against my thigh, her movements becoming rougher and less controlled. Her fingers pick up their pace, her thumb pressing down perfectly on my clit as her fingers curl inside me, "Y-You feel so good, (Y/n), so tight.." Shauna moans. I held onto Shauna hips, helping her grind against my thigh as she thrusted into me, "I'm close." Shauna moaned, voice breaking. Her movements sped up, aching to finish together.

"Me too." Shauna's eyes seemed to light up, her movements becoming less sloppy and more focused like it was her absolute mission to get me off, as if there was nothing in this world that was more important. Her fingers curled again, hitting my g-spot. My nails dug into her sides and I watched as Shauna threw her head back, a loud moan erupting from her lips as I tightened around her fingers. Her thrusts, both on my thigh and with her fingers, slowed down as we both rode out our orgasms.

Shauna pulled her fingers out, still sitting on my trembling thigh as she brought her fingers to her lips, licking off every last drop of my cum, "You taste so good." She moaned as she licked, "So, so good." She continued as she got off my thigh, laying down next to me.

Shauna propped herself up on her elbow and stared at me, "That was way better than studying." She said with a laugh, pecking my lips.

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[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆SECOND HUNDREDTH CHANCES, D.W

summary. Dean breaks your heart, again. When he comes back to apologize, you know you’ll run right back to him.

warnings. angst, tiny bit of smut. Dean’s a toxic cunt in this. make up sex.

⭑.ᐟ two smut plots in one day… who am I?????? Please interact/follow and send requests if u have any! <3

word count. 1,2k

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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You wake up to the feeling that something is about to happen. Your heart is heavy, it’s tight in your chest, it’s pounding. You’re sweaty, your palms almost sticking to each other. And soon enough you hear it. You hear the buzzing, the sound of heartbreak, of uncertainty. You don’t have to think about who it is- you know it’s him. It feels like hours pass before it comes to a stop. It’s only a minute later that it happens again.

And again.

And again.

Until you have no choice but to turn your phone off- but not before seeing that he’s left 6 voicemails. Voicemails you don’t want to listen to because nothing he can say will make it better. It won’t ease the ache, the hurt, the sadness you feel or the feeling of missing him so much you feel like you can’t breathe and you’re running out of air every time you allow yourself to even think about him.

Dean knows. He knows why you won’t answer, he knows you probably won’t listen to the messages he leaves you, and he’s almost glad because he’s embarrassed. He hates how vulnerable he is. How he can be- when he pours his heart out to you. Except he has to- because he wants you to know that he’s sorry. That he doesn’t mean to push people away, it’s just what he does even if it’s not fair to anyone around him.

You force yourself to go back to sleep. You know it won’t do any good because you have absolutely zero chances of falling asleep tonight, not really- not with him running in your mind like he belongs there.

He doesn’t. Not anymore.

If you could reach inside and pull him out yourself, you would.

You can’t help but wonder how he’s doing, though. Because heartbreak isn’t going to help falling out of love with him. It’s still Dean. It’s still the guy who hates flowers but gets you some every week because he knows you love them. Still the same man who would rather sacrifice his sleep to watch you, to make sure that you’re safe and sound even when you’re sound asleep next to him.

So, it doesn’t help. He’s still there like a stain you can’t get off. And you don’t think he’s going away anytime soon.

You do manage to fall asleep though. It feels like 5 minutes before a knock on your door wakes you up. Your eyes open in one swift motion, and you know exactly what’s waiting for you behind that door.

Rather, who’s waiting.

It’s heartbreak, love, anger, sadness, grief, all mixed up together. It’s Dean. You don’t have to see him to know- you feel his presence. He could be thousands of miles away, and you still would.

You pull yourself out of bed, but you don’t open the door. You don’t want to. Because you know that the moment he apologizes, you’ll run right back to him. And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing- but you’re just so used to it, it’s exhausting.

For what feels like the millionth- another knock collides with your door.

And then a voice.

‘Please open the door, I know you’re in there.’ His voice is hoarse, like he’s been crying.

‘I need to talk to you, please. Please stop ignoring me.’ He’s desperate. He’s like a completely different person.

You hear him mumble, you’re pretty sure you can decipher a small ‘fine, I’ll just talk through the door then.’

‘Okay. Hear me out, alright?’ He takes a small pause, and you take a small step forward.

You wince when the wooded floor cracks under your steps.

‘I didn’t know what to do. I suck at this, clearly. Please just open the door, I want to see you.’

Silence. It cuts deep, it breaks his heart, he closes his eyes, bangs his head on the door.

‘I love you, okay? I’m begging you, talk to me.’

Dean doesn’t beg. He’s not one to crawl towards someone, or get on his knees til they bleed to make someone understand something, a point. But he would for you. He’d do anything.

Dean gives up. He figures, maybe you need more time, more space from him because he’s agonizing.

You hear him sigh, and soon enough he walks away.

You step forward hesitantly, before you swing the door open.

Dean turns back in an instant, he’s not that far. Maybe he’s too close,even. Because you can feel him, you can smell his cologne, you can see that he just shaved because his skin is smooth, and you can tell he cried because his eyes tell you that he did.

You regret opening the door the second you do, though. Because you see him, and it’s Dean. It’s your Dean. It’s the man that you love- and that’s when you know you’re fucked. Because you want to run into his arms, kiss him, pull him in, feel him everywhere, all across, from all over.

Dean’s even closer now, you can feel his breath, hear his heart beat fast for you.

The tension is thick, and he knows you’re about to give in. He sees the hunger in your eyes, he sees the anger too. And he plays with it. Not because he’s a bad person, but because he genuinely wants to be better for you, he just doesn’t know how to.

‘I hate you.’ You tell him, he can barely hear it, but he does.

‘I know.’

You want to punch him. You want to scream, lash out.

But you don’t.

Instead you pull his shirt, and crash your lips into his. There’s flames all around, it’s burning, it’s hot, because the anger’s too strong. It’s so strong that you step back, still attached to his lips, into your apartment.

Dean closes the door with his foot, while his hands travel. They explore as if they’ve never been there before.

‘I love you.’ You mumble against his lips, his flannel already on the floor, his shirt halfway taken off.

‘I know.’ He answers, pulling your sweatshirt over your head, and collapsing on the bed with you.

His mouth isn’t on yours anymore. It’s on your jaw, your neck, your ears, it travels down to your breast, your belly. Your core heats up, your thighs tighten together because it just can’t wait.

Dean looks at you as to ask. You give him permission, and soon enough your shorts are off.

You see stars, your voice goes hoarse because of the cries of pleasure. You pull at his hair, and you swear it feels like best make up sex you’ve ever had.

He’s not even inside you yet, and you already know it’s going to be.

Later, when you’re both sweaty and out of breath, your back turned to him, Dean stares at the ceiling.

‘I’m sorry.’ He looks at your bare back, and he hears you sigh. He knows it too well because it’s a sigh you let out every time he lets you down and builds you right back up again.

‘I know.’

You close your eyes, and even though you feel Dean’s chest touch yours, you don’t turn around, you don’t say anything else, because you know it’ll happen again, again and again.

But you wouldn’t dream of stopping it.

Because he’s still your Dean.

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[lvrsturniolo]

𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲- c.s

FIC 2 OF MY SUPAFREAK WRITING MARATHON

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆… fwb!chris x fwb!reader

warnings; smut. unprotected p in v. creampie. mirror sex. choking. praise. rough fucking.

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The mirror stares back at you like it knows your secrets as you shift uncomfortably in front of it, tugging the hem of your tank top down even though it’s already stretched tight across your chest. The room still smells like Chris—cologne and sex—and your knees are still red from when you were on the floor, mouth full of him, twenty minutes ago.

He’s behind you, sprawled on your bed with one arm tossed over his stomach and his eyes locked on you like he’s trying to read your mind. He always does that. Reads you too easily. Sees things you don’t want to say out loud.

“You good?” he asks, casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper under it.

You nod. It’s a lie. He sees it. He always fucking sees it. He could clock your attitude being different before you even could, that’s just something he’d picked up from knowing you so long.

“C’mere.”

You hesitate, but he’s already getting up, already crowding your space. His hands find your waist like it’s second nature, pulling you toward the mirror. Your breath catches as he turns you to face it, your reflection laid bare under the shitty yellow light of your room.

You hate what you see.

Your stomach isn’t flat enough. Your thighs touch too much. Your bra is cutting into your skin, your lip’s red from chewing it. Chris towers behind you, his hand sliding up your side slowly, fingers brushing skin that makes you flinch.

“Chris, don’t,” you mumble, eyes darting down.

“Don’t what?” he murmurs, voice right at your neck. “Don’t remind you how fucking good you look?”

You shake your head, and it’s the wrong answer.

His grip tightens on your waist.

“Bend over.”

You freeze.

He doesn’t say it twice.

Heart pounding, you turn back to the mirror and bend at the waist, palms braced flat on the edge of your dresser. You feel exposed, insecure, vulnerable. But your body betrays you—slick already gathering between your thighs.

Chris drops to his knees behind you, dragging your shorts and underwear down in one rough motion. You shiver when his breath ghosts over your skin, when two fingers slide between your folds and come back soaked.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, thumb pressing against your clit just to watch you twitch. “You’re dripping, and you’re gonna sit here and tell me you don’t feel hot tonight?”

You bite your lip.

Then he stands. You watch it in the mirror—the way he fists his cock, the way he lines it up and pushes inside you in one sharp, unforgiving thrust

“Chris—fuck,” you gasp, lurching forward.

His palm cracks against your ass.

“Keep your eyes up,” he growls, hand snaking up your front, wrapping loosely around your throat. He forces your chin up until your reflection is unavoidable. “Watch yourself while I fuck you, sweetheart. Show you how—fuck— how pretty you are.”

Your eyes fill with tears—overstimulation, embarrassment, need—but you can’t look away. His hips slam into yours, cock dragging rough against your walls with every deep, merciless thrust.

“See this?” he grits out, eyes locked on your reflection. “This perfect fuckin’ body? You think I’d come back to this every time if it wasn’t the most perfect thing I’ve ever touched?”

You whimper, your legs shaking, eyes fluttering closed.

“Nuh-uh,” he warns, his hand tightening slightly around your throat—not choking, just holding. “Eyes open. You’re gonna look at yourself while I ruin you.”

“Chris,” you whine, broken and raw. “Please—”

“You want me to keep going?” he asks, slowing down enough for you to feel every inch of him. “Then say it.”

Your brows knit. “Say what?”

“Say you’re pretty.”

You hesitate. Shame bubbles up in your throat. “I—I can’t—”

Chris pulls out completely and you cry out at the loss, hips jerking back involuntarily, trying to find him again.

He doesn’t let you.

“Say it,” he snaps, fisting his cock behind you but not giving you what you need. “Say it or I won’t fuck you.”

Your mouth drops open. “You’re s-so mean—”

“Yeah?” he shrugs, “M’jus so mean— but I’ll stop— I’ll fuck you so good baby, jus how y’like me, all you have t’do is say it” his tones almost mocking, but the way he’s staring at you in the mirror isn’t. There’s nothing but pure lust behind his eyes.

Silence— for just a beat, before you can’t take it anymore. “I’m…” You bite your lip.

His hand slaps hard against your ass again, causing you to let out a squeal. “Say it.”

“I’m pretty,” you choke out, voice barely a whisper.

He still doesn’t move.

“I-I’m pretty—” you whine out, louder this time.

“Damn right, you are,” he groans before he slams back into you.

You scream his name, one hand flying off the dresser to catch yourself on the wall as he pounds into you, filthy and relentless, his face in the reflection flushed.

“That’s my girl,” he grits, fingers twisting into your hair, yanking your head back so he can spit in your open mouth. “Say it again.”

You swallow. “M’pretty!”

“Again.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m pretty!”

He fucks you so hard the dresser creaks. Your legs nearly give out, moans turning into sobs—but your eyes stay locked on the mirror. On him. On you. Red-cheeked, wrecked, because you’d do anything to keep him from stopping.

Your knees are shaking.

He’s fucking you hard enough to rattle the mirror on the wall. One of his hands is tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around your throat just right enough to keep your head facing the mirror. He’s dripping sweat and panting against your shoulder like he’s close but not close enough.

“You feel that?” he grunts, voice low and ragged. “How tight this perfect fucking pussy is?”

You nod, a breathy moan slipping from your lips as he drives into you again, deeper this time. He growls in frustration when you try to drop your head, eyes fluttering shut again.

“Uh-uh,” he warns, pulling your head up by your hair so you’re forced to meet your own reflection. “Eyes open. Look how good you take it.”

You barely recognize yourself in the mirror—your cheeks are flushed and mascara stained, lips swollen, pupils blown wide with lust. Your mouth is open, whining every time his hips slam into yours, every time he mutters something filthy against your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he spits, bending over you now, chest against your back, his words hitting your ear like a growl. “That what you needed, huh? Someone to make you see it?”

Your answer is a desperate moan.

“That’s what I thought.”

He speeds up, fucking you with zero mercy now—deep, brutal strokes that have you tipping forward over the dresser. You can feel the pressure coiling low in your belly, unbearable and addictive, the kind of need that scrapes at your insides until you’re about to unravel.

His fingers slide from your throat down to your clit, circling in rough, perfect rhythm with the thrusts. “You close?”

You nod frantically. “Yes—fuck, yes, don’t stop, Chris, please don’t stop—”

“Not gonna,” he grits out. “Not until you cum lookin’ at yourself. How— fuuuck— how perfect you are. Come on, baby. T-tell me how perfect you are.”

You gasp, tears threatening to fall now, but you obey. “M’perfect! I-I’m pretty— a-and—” you interrupt yourself with an almost pornographic moan, “a-and im perfect!”

“Louder.”

“I’m pretty—Chris, I’m—fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”

He slaps your ass again. “Cum for me. Right now. Let yourself see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

Your vision goes white.

You cum with a broken scream, whole body convulsing as the orgasm tears through you, shaking and messy.

Chris groans behind you, his rhythm stuttering, hips jerking erratically before he buries himself deep and cums with a growl of your name.

“Fuuuck—you feel so good, baby,” he pants, staying inside you as his hand comes up to cup your chest, grounding you as you both come down from it.

You’re both a mess in the mirror—panting, flushed, sweat-drenched. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck, surprisingly soft now, lips lingering against your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful— and trust me, I don’t mind having to show you that again and again until you believe it.”

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A/N: new fave tbh

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[tinylilacbun]

h a u n t i n g d r e a m s ｡ ‧ 𖦹 ° ‧

warnings: usual squid game angst, mentions of blood and death, ooc thanos, slight thumb sucking

You keep tossing and turning on the barely comfortable mattress of your bunk, unable to fall asleep.

Every time you close your eyes you see people getting shot, blood splattering everywhere and the screams getting louder in your head.

Unbeknownst to you, Thanos has been watching you for a while, his hands resting behind his head as he can't fall asleep either, maybe it's the fear or maybe the little pills he keeps popping into his mouth like they're bonbons.

Anyway, he keeps glancing at you, hearing the rustling from the thin bedsheets as you keep moving around, not being able to lay still for more than a minute.

"Pss, hey, senorita." He whispers to not wake any of the other players up.

You stop squirming instantly, turning your head to face him, feeling slightly embarrassed under his gaze as he sits up, adjusting the collar of his tracksuit jacket while smirking at you.

"Can't sleep?" He asks, already knowing the answer but still hoping you would talk to him so he can hear your soft voice.

You shake your head, nibbling anxiously on the nail of your thumb, refraining the urge to slip it into your mouth to soothe yourself like you usually do, not wanting to make yourself seem even more vulnerable than you already are.

He hums, looking around as if to make sure that nobody else is up before patting the spot beside him as a silent invitation.

You hesitate for a moment, gripping your blanket a little tighter as you contemplate whether to trust him or not, but he's been nothing but nice to you ever since you got here, even offering to protect you earlier.

"Come on..." He encourages you a little, waving you over. "Promise I don't bite."

Despite your better knowledge - and desperation to get a decent amount of sleep, you slowly get up from your bunk to hurry over to his with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Thanos smiles in triumph, moving to lay back down so you can take the bit of space next to him, giving you no choice but to snuggle against him.

He can feel how stiff your body is, wrapping his arms around you, starting to drum his fingers against your back lightly.

Slowly but surely you start to relax for the first time since you got here, feeling strangely safe in his arms, which he quickly notices.

You reach up to fiddle with his cross necklace and are startled when he suddenly grabs your wrist, tsking softly.

"No touching. That's nothing for pretty flowers like you." He murmurs, his heart skipping a beat at the way you look at him with those doe eyes of yours before you glance back down on his hand that's wrapped around your wrist, eyeing the nail polish and rings in the faint golden light from the piggy bank that's hanging from the ceiling.

Without a word needing to be said he releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to your face, letting his thumb graze your bottom lip as you stare back up at him now with heavy eyelids.

He slowly eases his thumb into your mouth, feeling the way your body melts against him almost instantly as you softly start to suckle. "I told you...I can protect you if you let me."

A few minutes later you're out like a light, nuzzling even more against him in your sleep and keeping hold of his jacket loosely to ground yourself.

[rafesed]

10:36

“i didn’t think you’d fall in love you’re just a warm body to hold at night when im feeling all alone”

warnings: fwb, mentions of sex, angst

it started off as a drunken mistake. you were just supposed to have fun and get wasted with your girlfriends. nothing could’ve prepared you for what came next.

you woke up the first morning groggy with a headache that felt like your head was splitting open. your head hurt so bad you didn’t even register the warm weight of someone draped on top of you.

you glance over to see non other than rafe cameron resting his head on your bare chest, arm slung over your torso, his soft breaths echoing through his room. the sheets were warm and soft with the scent of expensive cologne and laundry detergent. you took a deep inhale of his scent before sliding out from under him and quickly putting on your clothes.

you knew that rafe cameron didn’t do relationships. you didn’t want to be the clingy girl that sleeps with a guy and falls in love immediately. of course you had a little crush on him, i mean- look at the man! he was six foot two with muscle and a smile that could make any girl topple over with desire.

you took your bike and rode it back to your house where you collapsed onto your bed and fell back asleep for the remainder of the day.

that’s how it all started.

then, it happened again. simple “u up?” texts and lingering gazes from across the room. you tried to tell yourself that it meant nothing. that you would be an idiot to think he would ever want anything more than your body. logically, your brain was yelling at your heart to shut up.

you two would spent hours tangled in the sheets sharing each others body warmth while talking about everything from your childhood to stupid embarrassing moments that occurred when you were drunk. at this point he knew you better than anyone. you had shared the deepest most vulnerable secrets with him that you hadn’t even thought about telling anyone else.

one night, you were hanging out with your friend, laughing about something she said while swirling your wine in your glass. you glance up and see rafe. you two spare lingering glances before you decided to get up and say hello. you excuse yourself from the table and approached him.

“hey” you smile, kissing him on the cheek

“hello pretty girl” he replied with his classic smirk

“just came to say hi and see if you were free later to hang out?” you asked

“yeah for sure. i’ll text you” rafe answered

over the span of the few months you and rafe had been sleeping together, it stopped being about the sex. you two enjoyed spending time with each other. you would meet up with the intentions of hooking up but ended up talking for hours at the beach until the sky turned pink with the sunrise.

you walked back to the table where your friend sat giving you a knowing look. you blushed and looked down at the table reassuring her that it wasn’t a big deal. it was something… casual. at least, that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself. the way your heart beats out of your chest and butterflies erupt in your stomach say otherwise.

as much as you tried to deny it, you had fallen for rafe cameron and you couldn’t shake the hope that he felt the same way for you.

you didn’t think that you were delusional. it was obvious to anyone who looked that you two had a special connection. you had even been referred to as a couple when the lady at the store said, “you two are a beautiful couple.” and neither of you corrected her.

you were shaken from your thoughts by the sound of a loud, dramatic, fake giggle. your head turns and your heart sinks at the sight before you.

rafe, his arm wrapped around another girl, whispering in her ear while she looked up at him with those stupid “fuck me” eyes.

you felt your lips tug into a frown, waiting for him to push her off and walk away. but he doesn’t. he invites her to sit down and they spend the remainder of the night talking and laughing with one another.

your vision blurred as you felt hot, salty tears roll down your cheeks. you apologize to your friend before quickly leaving the venue.

you cry your whole way home. scolding yourself for even thinking of the possibility of anything more happening with you and rafe.

after a few hours of you grieving the loss of the spark you both shared, your phone lights up with a notification.

“hey, u wanna meet up?”

you open the message before turning your phone off, forgetting that your read receipts were on.

approximately thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on your door. you padded down the stairs and swing the door open to find rafe standing before you.

“you didn’t answer my text” he accuses

“my phone was off sorry” you reply shortly

“you read the text. i’m not a dumbass”

“well you were having fun tonight so i assumed you would be busy tonight with whoever that was” you said shortly, implying that the conversation was over.

“what is this? this attitude? where is it coming from? did i do something?” rafe questions

“i don’t know. maybe you should go ask your little girlfriend” you tried shutting the door before he shot his hand out, blocking the door from closing.

“what is going on? talk to me”

“am i a joke to you?” you ask, your voice trembling despite your nonchalant front.

“no? what? i have fun with you! you’re my friend”

friend.

your heart aches at the label.

“i’m so fucking stupid. i really thought you had feelings for me. that you wanted me. i should’ve never started something with you,”

“i thought you knew that we were just fucking around! we were just having fun you know? if i had known you’d catch feelings i would’ve-“

you cut him off, “you would’ve what? never taken me home?”

“listen, you know i don’t do relationships”

“i know, but i can’t be casual. i thought i could but i cant. so please just… just leave and don’t text me or call me. please don’t make this harder than it has to be” you sigh

“i don’t want us to be over. i have fun with you! i like you i just… can’t be with you. i can’t be with anyone.”

“well i can’t be ‘friends’ with someone who just thinks of me as a warm body to hold at night when you’re feeling all alone”

that was the last thing you said before you shut the door on him.

and this time, he let the door close.

[junimatcha]

things i love about u ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

eren x reader

The rain tapped softly against the windows, filling the small apartment with a peaceful rhythm. The world outside was drenched in the gentle drizzle of a late evening, but inside, it was warm and quiet. You and Eren made sure to have days like these, where you could be lazy with him.

Eren lay stretched out on the couch, one arm around you, pulling you closer under the heavy blanket that draped over both of you. The dim light of a nearby lamp cast a soft glow over the room, painting everything in muted shades of amber.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His warmth seeped into you, wrapping you in a sense of calm that felt almost too perfect. The rain, his heartbeat, the occasional deep breath he took—it all blended together in a soothing harmony.

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. This moment was enough—just the two of you, lying together as the rest of the world faded into the background.

But tonight, there was something different about Eren. He was not usually this quiet, he seemed like he was lost in thought. You could feel it in the way his fingers brushed absentmindedly through your hair, the way his hand lingered on your back as though he didn’t want to let go.

After a long stretch of silence, his voice finally broke through the soft hum of the rain.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The question was quiet, almost hesitant, as though he was unsure of how the words would land. You looked up at him, slightly surprised but smiling. Eren wasn’t one to talk about his feelings openly. Most of the time, he showed them in small gestures—in the way he’d pull you closer in his sleep or the way he’d make sure to walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street.

But now, his green eyes were focused on you, his expression softer than you’d seen it in a long time.

“Someone is feeling sappy tonight” you teased lightly, as you nudged him gently with your elbow.

His lips twitched into a faint smile, but the seriousness in his gaze didn’t waver. He held you tighter, as if trying to find the right words. And then, he started to speak again, his voice deep but laced with a tenderness that tugged at your heart.

“I love the way you laugh,” he began. “Even when you’re trying to hide it, like when you’re nervous or embarrassed. It always makes me want to laugh too.”

You blinked, taken off guard by the sudden confession. He wasn’t done though.

“I love how you listen to me. Even when I’m not saying much. You just… you get me. You know when I need to talk and when I don’t.”

You had always felt that Eren found it hard to open up, and you’d never pushed him. But hearing this now, hearing him tell you how much he valued your quiet understanding, made your chest tighten with emotion.

“And I love how you remind me it’s okay to take a break,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns along your arm. “Even when I feel like I can’t stop. You know exactly when to pull me back before I push myself too far.”

His voice was soft, barely more than a whisper now, and you could see the vulnerability in his eyes. This was the side of Eren that very few people ever saw—the side that was raw and open, the side that didn’t always have the answers or the strength.

“And most of all,” he said, his voice faltering for a moment before he regained control, “I love how you make everything better, even when I didn’t know something was wrong. Just… you being here, with me… makes everything make sense.”

A lump formed in your throat as you listened to him pour out his heart, each word wrapping around you like a blanket of warmth. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you couldn’t stop the small, shaky breath that escaped you.

You reached up, cupping his cheek gently as you gazed at him, your eyes reflecting the emotions he’d stirred within you. “Eren…” you whispered, your voice trembling with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for.

His hand came up to cover yours, his grip firm yet tender. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a brief moment. “I’m not good at saying this kind of stuff,” he admitted with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. “But I need you to know… you’re everything to me. I don’t say it enough, but I love you. More than anything.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but they weren’t from sadness—they were from the overwhelming rush of love you felt for him.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke. “With all my heart, Eren.”

He shifted slightly, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping securely around you as though he never wanted to let go. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long moment as he breathed in your scent.

“I’m scared sometimes,” he confessed quietly, his breath warm against your hair. “Scared of losing you. Scared of the future. But when I’m with you… it doesn’t seem so scary. I know we’ll be okay.”

You closed your eyes, nuzzling into his chest as you held onto him tightly. “We will,” you promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Another silence fell between you, but this one was filled with a quiet understanding, a mutual trust that didn’t need words to be felt. The rain continued to fall outside, soft and steady, as the two of you lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Before you drifted off to sleep, you heard Eren’s voice one last time, a soft whisper against your hair.

“I’ll never stop loving you. Not even for a second.”

And with that, you both let the world fade away, content in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

[kimchichaehi]

Can I ask G!p Kazuha?

Studying w needy!G!P!zuha

No. Jkjk im so glad u asked bc i was literally writing one

Contains -> handjob, subby zuha, g!p zuha, idk stuff, NSFW

YOU waited patiently for her answer, watching her as she thought about what she’d answer with. And a few minutes later, she finally answered. And, it was obviously right. So, you cupped her cheek and pressed your lips to hers. Except....when you tried pulling away, she pulled you closer.

The two of you were studying but you noticed how easily her attention drifted off to other things, the way your shirt hugged your chest, the way you’d look up at her when you asked her a question

But she especially kept her gaze trailed on your lips, while you read out a question, after you kissed her, before.

"More," she whispered, kissing you again, with more heat. More hunger. "Please, just a few more." She begged against your lips, using one of Her hands to place on the back of your head, pulling your face closer to hers, her tongue sliding into your mouth.

You smiled softly as you looked into her eyes "yeah? Want more..?" You said with a sly smirk, you loved just how needy she’d get just by your kisses alone.

Zuha blushed at your words, feeling her heart race in her chest. “Mhm..” she hummed, her pretty black eyes filled with longing as she leaned in to capture your lips once again. Her kiss was filled with a mix of sweetness and hunger, her lips moving against yours with a growing feverish.

"Mm…you're so needy, aren't you?" You smiled as you kissed back, your hand holding her chin

She blushed even deeper at your words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She couldn't deny it, she was indeed extremely needy for you. "I-I can't help it," she admitted, her voice slightly shaky.

"Being with you just... drives me crazy." She continued to kiss you, her hands gently cupping your face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a gentle fervor.

"I can tell.” You muttered with a smile against her lips “You've been hard ever since i first kissed you..so cute."you said as she pulled away and started kissing your neck.

Zuha smiled softly, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she nuzzled against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin with feather-light kisses. "I-I can't help it," she whispered, her voice filled with need.her lips trailed along your neck, planting soft kisses and leaving a trail of gentle nips as her hands wandered down to your waist, pulling you closer to her.

"S'okay i don't mind."you mumbled as your hand slid close to her bulge zuha whined softly, her breath hitching in her throat as your hand brushed against her hardened cock.

"i like how needy you are."you smiled as you pulled her hard cock out of her boxers, yes she was in her boxers her expression quickly changed into a soft pout with her brows furrowed so cutely, her body already trembling under your touch.

Her hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking more contact with your hand as her eyes locked onto yours, her gaze filled with longing and adoration.

"You have no idea How much I crave you.” She whined

"Yeah? Then show me...cum with only my hand." | smiled as i pressed a soft kiss to her lip

the warmth of your touch sending shivers down her spine. With a shaky breath, she began to move her hips, thrusting gently into your hand as she chased the pleasure building within her.

Her eyes locked with yours, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. She wanted to make you proud, to show you just how good she could be. Your pace quickened, her hips bucking in sync with your touch as she chased the edge.

With each stroke, her moans grew louder, her grip on your hand tightening. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling and her mind consumed by you, only you.

"Fuck, oh god," she moaned, her voice filled with raw desire. "I'm so close, so fucking close. Just like this, with your hand, I'm going to cum for you."

Her hips movements became more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached her release. And with a final, desperate thrust, she came undone, her body tensing as her cum spilled into your hand, her soft moans filling the air.

As her climax subsided, she immediately leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"So fucking cute." You laugh as you lick her sweet cum off your hand, making her cheeks flush

Chaez notez-> tried a more like idk but i tried something diff w my wording is it good should i keep doing it like that or nah?

[ravstars]

HELLOO this is like the first time I'm requesting here... umm so an idea came up to my mind, it's about Wanderer's little story about sewing a doll. It's on his character menu. He basically learns how to and sews a doll, and then he starts bringing it everywhere he goes... but what if his S/O discovered about/saw that his boyfriend had actually something to be attached to? IDKK feel free to do the request only if u want, if you don't mind I'd prefer a male S/O... that's it!! Ty for reading and for ur attention!!

(I find that so cute help me, HE HAS A DOLLLLL so cutie)

My doll ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

⌇Wanderer/ Scaramouche x Reader.ᐟ

જ⁀➴Fluff: See above for request <3

a/n: I hope you like the way I wrote it, Anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you have a great rest of your day ^^. I‘m sorry that you had to wait a little. HAPPY PRIDE, LOVES <3

You knew of some parts of Wanderers extraordinary history, having become his friend after Lesser Lord Kusanali introduced you to him. He hated every second he spent with you, he‘d say, with his signature scoff and a roll of his eyes.

Truth is, he had grown fond of the idea of spending time with your reassuring and caring presence, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve it. Not that you needed to know when you could just understand from the way he pulled his hat down when you teased him on the way to the Akademiya or from the way he‘d tolerate your occasional energetic behavior even after he had a long day. Even in silence, there was a mutual understanding between him and you, no words needing to exchanged for you both to know how you were feeling.

He hated it — Feeling vulnerable to you. He couldn’t help but cave on some nights, though, looking up at the night sky and watching the stars with you when you couldn’t sleep. So, yes, you knew of his past, even if not completely and appreciated every part of his vulnerability and trust. He knew he could trust you, he didn’t know if he should, though.

—••••—

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Your laughter takes him out of his thoughts as you walk around Sumeru City, talking about whatever crossed your mind as Wanderer listened.

“I don’t need people to know about my personal affairs, much less if I’m involved with you.” He grumbled, clearly flustered about the encounter earlier at the Grand Bazaar. A merchant had inquired if you and the Wanderer were in a relationship, and even though true, your lovely boyfriend was too embarrassed to answer.

“So what, I am your lover, am I not?” He basically shuts down, turning beet red

“Shut it.” He pulls his hat down, speeding up to escape your teasing.

Suddenly, a rock gets in his way and he trips, sending him straight down on the sandy ground. His hat falls right off too, and he makes a startled sound. You’d think it’d cute if you weren’t just slightly worried but surprised too.

You kneel next to him.

“Wanderer?”

He has his guard up again and now both of your gazes land on what fell out of his hat.

“What is this?” You ask, snatching the object from the ground before he can, dusting it off.

It was a little and soft doll with white clothes and black hair, a waistband tied using a butterfly knot, and a clear, round tear at the corner of his eye. You pet the top of the dolls small head with your thumb before looking back at him. His brows are furrowed and he’s blushing profusely

“Give it back.” He says, but you just hold it. You knew Wanderer too well, you knew what he was thinking

“I’m not making fun of you, I like it. I love it, actually.” You slowly give it back, smiling gently.

“He’s my travel companion.” He puts it back, keeping it safe underneath his hat. You help adjust his hat and help him get up. You keep walking silently until he feels less embarrassed and finally talks.

“Thank you.” He says, mumbling quietly. You respond by humming, taking his hand in yours, which he then squeezes tightly. No one understood him like you, no one cherished him like you, no one loved him like you and no words could express your love for one another.

“Who does the doll represent?” You ask, curiosity overtaking you

“Someone from the past. It doesn’t matter, anyway.” He turns to you and , in rare occurrence, smiles at you, genuinely and sincerely.

“You’re the one that matters to me from now on. For forever.”

Forever — That sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini!!! I have an idea, if ur still busy making that fic then take ur time with this ask. Soooo this might be a lil bit inappropriate butttt how abt cockwarming dazai while he tries to work?? Again if ur still busy with that fic u mentioned on ur last post then don’t mind me! (=^ ◡ ^=)

Sorry if I bothered u!!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

- 🎀

Dw, you aren’t bothering me, you’d never bother me with your lovely asks ☺️ (sorry that I took so long, I literally have to force myself to feed ya’ll) and it’s a little short, sorry for that

Dom!reader x sub!dazai

Warning: cockwarming, strap or dick - you can interpret it however you want, reader is gender neutral

He sighed when he glanced over the mountains of paperwork on his desk, you could even say he whined. Slumping down and pouting, throwing the led in his hand onto the table. “What’s with all this work?” The boy complained, before he leaned back against his seat, cuddling up against you. “Do we really have to wait until I’m finished?”

Today was like any other day, with dazai refusing to do any of his assignments. Mori wanted you to do something about it, and as much as you’d like to protest, he was your boss after all. Which is why you decided to make it fun for you as well. That led to your current situation, with dazai sitting in your lap and diligently working, all while your dick was buried deep inside him.

Your hands fit perfectly on his slim waist, holding him and making sure that he stays still. The feeling of his smooth skin was nice to the touch, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Sometimes when you exhaled, the hot air would tickled his ears. If you weren’t easing him, then he doesn’t know what it was. How can you expect him to do all of this while you are touching him like you are about to bend him over? Not that he minds, he desperately wants you to do so. How long has he waited for any action to happen? Maybe hours now.

He felt full and filled, it was a very erotic experience. Every once in a while his insides would clench around you, and he’d squeeze his thighs together. This was worse than any torture methods he learned, much worse. The words on the paper in front of him started to blur, it was like he forgot how to read. Yet again he slumped back against you, biting his bottom lip at the small yet delicious friction that gave him. “Hmm..! God, y/n, can’t you just fuck me?”

Dazai really couldn’t wait any longer. He already worked for more than an hour, can’t you do him a small favour? Subconsciously, or maybe he knew what he was doing, he rocked his hips. The boy moved so slow, like a ship sailing on a calm ocean, he thought you wouldn’t notice. In contrary you did saw it, and grabbed his chin to make him face you, then you whispered your answer, “no.”

Without giving him any reasoning, only a cold and commanding refusal. For some reasons it made him even more wet, he felt his body shake and his dick twitch at your voice. His precum was dripping down his shaft and coating his soft thighs, you’d even dare say he looked like a girl with all those fluids he let out. “If you want to get fucked so bad, finish your work sooner.” You suggested, though he knew you weren’t giving him an inch. It was an order and you weren’t going to show him mercy. Fine, guess he will have to use his trump card.

Suddenly, he raised his shoulders, they were now reaching his ears. Then he slowly started to sob, small delicate tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Afterwards he did a dramatic turn, staring back at you with the most pitiful and vulnerable expression he could muster. The way desire and need blended perfectly in his eyes was seductive, though the pose he did was the one of an innocent maiden. Some strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted. In that moment, he looked straight out of a painting, like an angel that descended upon the moral realm.

“Please..” Dazai began his act, mumbling in a meek tone, as if he was embarrassed of himself. “Fuck me.. I want it so bad.” The way he stressed the last two words was the peak of acting, he could win an Oscar with that one. It took you every resolve and self control you had to not throw him onto the table and fuck him. If you were to wait any longer, it was going to be a torture for you too. More tears flowed down his pretty face, those water droplets were like diamond shining in the sun light, emphasising his helplessness even more.

That man knew what he was doing and did it with passion, if he wants something he will get it, that’s what his body language told you. Which is why you especially want to go against it. “No is no, osamu, if you don’t finish this until dawn I’ll just leave and go drinking with chuuya.” You warned him, but it was more like a threat. He gasped a little, now crying a little louder than before. “Oh.. how cruel of you..! Can chuuya give you the things I can offer?” There was no answer to that question, you didn’t want to because you knew he could use it against you. Instead you gave him a little trust, enough to make his back arch. “AhHHh~ m-mhm..” the male moaned out, he did not hold back at all.

“go back to work.” You chuckled as you said, resting your chin on his shoulder again. “Hm.. mean..” and now he was pouting again, oh well, let’s see how long he can still play this game until he breaks. You weren’t going to be the first one to crumble. All you had to do was lay back and watch the play unfold. “Do as you wish, dazai, you have time until dawn.”

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ BABY TALK, S.W

summary. Resting in bed with sam, you propose something that might actually make him the happiest man alive.

⭑.ᐟ why did I lowkey get baby fever from writing this because I know Sam as a dad is just…. Too hot. Please interact and send requests if u have any<3

word count. 692

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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It's easy, getting lost in time when you're wrapped up with sam in bed, his head on your chest, his arms around your waist, just the sound of his light breathing and the sun breaking through the curtains, whether the sun is going up or down, you’re not exactly sure, it’s like time is stuck, the world is still.

One of Sam's hand is tracing patterns on your waist while your hands caress his hair. You're almost sweating because of how much heat radiates off of his body, but you wouldn't change a thing.

You wouldn't change the way he touches you, or the way his arms feel so strong around you, the way it makes you feel protected and safe, or even the way it makes your core grow hot at the proximity.

Sam's vulnerable, and you love that. You love that he can cry, that he doesn't have any of that toxic masculinity that his dad try to teach him when he was younger. You love how close he is to his emotions and that he knows how important it is to let them out, and to let you in.

Sam's cried in your arms before, just like you have in his. You don't talk about those moments, because even with how in touch he is with his emotions, he's still a man. He still gets embarrassed, so you know it's better not to mention it.

If he does mention it, you listen.

You listen because you love him, and because you know that he needs you to hear him. He needs to know someone in this world other than his brother understands him.

You know that Sam's not asleep, because his hand is still tracing patterns, his breath still sounds like he's at peace and like he'd rather be here with you than anywhere else right now.

'Do you ever think about kids?' You break the silence.

Sam's head perks up, his hands moving up to your arms.

'Of course I do. I thought you didn't?' He's surprised, but he doesn't show it. Something in him lights up, he hopes.

'I think I might've changed my mind.' Your hand is still in his hair, the other one on his cheek.

'What?' You're pretty sure you witness the light in his eyes come back. You hadn't seen that in awhile.

'I mean it. Think about it, we'd make pretty cute babies don't you think?'

Sam almost jumps at that. He's not resting on you anymore. His legs lay on each sides of your body, you've never seen him smile so big.

'You're actually serious?'

'Yes, baby. I think I'm ready. Our lives aren't as hectic or dangerous anymore, I just want us to be normal, you know?'

Sam doesn't answer. Or maybe he does, by kissing you. Maybe that kiss is worth a million words. Maybe this is a better answer than anything he could've given you.

He kisses you softly, then he kisses you harder.

He kisses you harder because he's never wanted you more than in this moment. Not because you just said you want kids with him, but because for the first time in his life, he's allowing himself to think about it fully. He knows he won't pressure you, that if he talks about it, you'll want to hear you. He won't be scared to mention it anymore, because now he knows you want to.

He's never wanted you this way, because now he knows that it's a new beginning. It doesn't matter how long it takes. There’s no pressure.

He's wanted to be normal his whole life, and until you came, he never thought he'd let himself lead a normal and safe life.

Now he knows he will. He knows he'll be with you, maybe with a little one, maybe a couple.

He's never been happier.

He's never felt such peace or calm.

Because now he knows he's done, for real.

He's done not being normal.

He's done hunting.

It's just you and him now.

And the future promises to be good to the both of you.

[volt314]

Ive been thinking about this 12th Doctor/Donna plot bunny for 2h and idk if ill ever manage to write it but it deserves to be out here.

(Feel free to play with this!)

So

The Doctor never got involved with Donna, Martha kept traveling with him something something life as usual.

12th ends up teaching but only because he is r e t i r e d. He ends up being Bill’s teacher and she kinda makes him want to travel again. Experience the wonder all over again. It’s all soft and mentor-y.

‘Til Bill’s mom(wait for it) barges in and slaps him a la Jakie Tyler are-u-messing-with-my-baby-girl???

Turns out Bill’s mom is single mother Donna Noble that has been protecting her child from barmy aliens since her husband almost gave both away as spider food (long backstory here. Im not sure about the details. Let’s just say the Atron particles stuff acted like the metacrisis energy for Donna’s Rose).

Donna, in classic Donna’s fashion, decides by herself - since there is nothing weird or inappropriate going on here *side eye* - that she will join them for a couple of trips, just to make sure it is safe~

She and the Doctor start bickering epically (but the Doctor doesn’t actually protest too much at the deal, he plays the hearth-less scottish but he understands a parent concern and knows he cant promise everything will always be okay).

(Bill is epically embarrassed by her mom but she is also quite excited to show her the universe as they always imagined with Wilf)

It essentially becomes a rom com. The Doctor gets slapped, Donna and Bill gets to see alien planets and burn slaves farms, all cozy.

The Doctor tries to play it cool but his “one last trip!” gets weak and just another ploy to bicker w Donna (that he secretly and sometimes not so secretly finds oh so brilliant).

Then Bill gets severely hurt, the Doctor and Donna fight like never before and the med scan shows Bill’s biology as someway very close to a Time Lord.

The Doctor has never been so scared.

The thing is. Every time Bill’s dad topic comes out, Donna just says he was a scoundrel and a one-night-stand that left her pregnant and disappeared without trace.

The Doctor has the daunting thought that maybe- perhaps- for some weird future shenanigans- he could be the scoundrel disappearing baby daddy - he isnt just yet.

Because the truth is that he thought about Donna…

He panics for a bit and inadvertently gets Donna to forgive him(they fought, remember?) by sheer exasperation and weird behavior.

The Doctor and soon Nardole try to gain more info about Bill’s dad, with little success but you know- funny shenanigans and great fights and banter and Donna slapping the Doctor for trying to blip her and Bill eating popcorns w Nardole, doing her space homework and flirting w space girls.

The Doctor almost calms down about all the life changing news, loves to help Bill be the best version of herself(even if it scares him to death thinking about… everything), secretly loves that he has been adopted/accepted by this mad incredible brilliant family even if he rumbles and is all scottish about it. (Not with Wilf tho. He loves Wilf so much)

And when Donna gets hurt he loses his cool, almost burns down an entire race, get Bill to safety and sits trembling by Donna’s bedside for ages. He is blindsided when the med scan reads Donna as something somewhat kinda Time Lord dna too.

He is very collected(and unpleasantly cold) when he asks Donna about her medical history.

Donna feels vulnerable, in pain and hurt by 12th unexpected coldness. She answers anyway, fear that chokes her but bravely trusting the Doctor with her and Bill’s secret.

She tells him about Lance, about the 6 months of being secretly poisoned, used, about the failed wedding, about the man and the queen’s cruelty that in the end brought their own downfall. About the traumatizing experience made more terrifying by the knowledge that a little life was growing inside her.

She is quietly sobbing by the end and 12th just hugs her tightly. “I thought you didn’t do hugs” “this is not a hug” but he is hiding his face too. And his broken heart.

Bill catches them cuddling some time later and teases them endlessly.

Nardole is quite disappointed that Bill isnt the Doctor’s daughter, the Doctor realizes he is too.

He also realizes he loved the idea of having a family with Donna, even a weird not time-line-ar family. And that he is really sad he doesn’t actually belongs. And also- that he quite wants to belong.

It returns to be a rom com, Bill Nardole and Wilf all conspiring to get Donna and the Doctor together and both being too stubborn to make a move.

They get there in the end, or maybe they just keep bickering and fighting discovering new worlds and stealing kisses and cuddling only when lights are low and voices are slow and they can pretend they arent falling just yet.

[red-dye40]

so sorry if this is a weird question or has been asked before, but has newfag ever done sh? I like seeing myself in characters and media I like, it makes the characters feel more relatable. sorry again if it's too invasive!

not a weird question i dont think! i feel the same way!

i think i've established enough about myself by now that everyone knows i dont really feel shame for most aspects of myself, but sh is something i'm like reeeeeally quiet about and reeeeeally embarrassed about so i explore it a lot through my characters

i wanna be clear and say i'm not condoning sh and i never want anyone to hurt themselves! that shit sucks! a lot! but i Will be talking about sh under here in a sec so just know that and click away if that doesn't sound like something u wanna see

(but to answer your question simply: yes he has)

newf used to hit himself a lot as a kid. he got frustrated super easily and didnt know how to communicate his frustration any other way. once his stepdad moved in and he was kinda constantly under surveillance, newf got really good at hiding his sh, so he never cut himself anywhere visible until after sammy's death. then he kinda went off the rails. i have this drawing of him after the night he had a breakdown and cut his hair off and cut himself up real bad (cut off his nipple ! ah!)

and i very very briefly mention him cutting himself in essayememwhy

this isn't really something that's ever gonna come up in nfrtg because it doesn't seem relevant to the story but it Is an important thing about newf as a character and one of the first things i knew about him. so yeah. kinda weird and vulnerable to talk about hahahaa but i think it's. good to talk about.

anyway everyone please be safe. be good to yourself as much as you can. i love u all.

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What the future holds

DickKori request fill for @aimikokoro

I did take AGES to get to this, but you know how life gets in the way!

This is a breeding kink fic, and ofc smut so 18+

Sorry if this is a little weird. There was a gas leak in the building when I wrote this. There’s a slightly long prologue, so just skip to the *** for the lead in to smut! Authors Note: Here is the fluffiest, cutest, most loving smut I have ever written Have fun! I’m actually working through all my requests. I know I’m late Lololol.

Dick hadn’t really thought about it that much- seeing his and Starfire's daughter from another universe. It wasn’t a big deal and honestly wasn’t even surprising given the variety of things he’d encountered in his relatively short life. Maybe that’s why it surprised him when today he just couldn't stop thinking about it. What had she looked like when she was younger, what were her favorite toys? Her favorite food? How did her interests grow and change over time? Did she fly or walk first? He wanted to know. He hadn’t thought about it before but now that he is, now that it had come to mind, he just couldn’t stop himself.

This had all started last week, and been further exacerbated today. Dick being Damian’s father in all but name was a known fact that no one ever brought up. Damian had Bruce now, and thinking about all the things he couldn’t have only made him miserable so really he didn’t think much about this seemingly universally accepted fact- until Roy called him. Damian had stowed away on an outlaws mission- the reasoning for which hardly mattered now- and he’d gotten struck with some kind of magic. It made him extremely emotionally vulnerable, so Roy called him. That’s normal, fine even. What Roy said was not normal, and made Dick feel less fine. “Hey, Damian needs his dad-” Was what Roy had said. Dick had cut him off, asking why Jason didn’t just call Bruce, only to receive a curt correction that Damian didn’t need his Father, he needed his Dad. Dick was blue screening even as he put Roy on speaker to text Wally for a pick up. Damian had been staying with him and Kori ever since, and the part of Dick’s brain that continually betrayed him with no remorse kept wondering that if he’s Damian’s Dad, could Kori be his mom?

He’d gotten his answer when he slid into their cozy apartment earlier than usual, and caught them in a conversation at the table- they were talking about relationships. About friendships and how Kori learned how to form them despite her cultural differences, and working around all her traumas. Damian was looking at her with the intent focus he reserved for those he respected. For people he loved. That answer was cemented when Kori hugged Damian on his birthday- scooping him up in her arms and Damian did the same little huff he gave when given affection he wanted but didn’t know how to accept gracefully. Then today, he’d been teaching gymnastics, and somehow ended up deep in a conversation about how good of a parent he would be. How good he was with kids- it had started with one of his students talking about her up and coming baby brother, and then asking if Dick was going to make a kid too and that put the thought of- Well. let’s just say Dick had a lot of thoughts that plagued him on his walk home. *** By the time he walked through the front door, Dick was lost in his head and he didn’t feel great about all the things on his mind. Kori was lounging on their couch, in his shirt, looking long and gorgeous as she always did. Her big curls spilled over the arm onto the floor, and when she smiled at him he fell in love all over again- just as he did everytime.

“What’s the matter?” She sat up immediately, head tilted and worry furrowing her brows. She searched him as though his appearance would provide answers, and he couldn’t help but stiffen under her discerning gaze. He should have anticipated being unable to hide from her. Dick sighed, steeling himself for embarrassment, and hoping she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

“It’s nothing serious Kori, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, toeing off his shoes and dropping his bag by the coffee table. At least Damian was with the Kents for tonight.

“Just what?” Kori relaxed, but was no less attentive. She’s looking at him like he’s the only person in the world. Kind vibrant eyes empathetic and focused. 

“It’s a few things people said that I’ve been thinking about, which led to thinking about things that I shouldn’t be thinking about as much as I am.” He hesitates in sitting next to her, embarrassed and delaying as much as possible. “Whatever it is, you know I would never judge you” She reaches for his hands, carefully pulling him closer. Her skin is soft and sunshine warm. She feels safe. “Hold that thought” Dick grumbles, but sits next to her. “I, I’ve been thinking about being a dad.” He mutters, stroking the back of her hand. “Is this about Damian?” Kori’s voice is carefully neutral, giving him the space to set the emotional tone. Considerate of him in ways no one else had ever been. “Yes and no. It’s about Damian, and Mar’i, and also just the thought of, well…” He let go of her hand to hide his face. He feels like a pervert, the kind he’d always looked down on.

“And being a dad?” Kori’s voice is still neutral, but he really wishes he knew her opinions right now.

“And you being.” He looks at her, he has to see her face “You being a mom.” He confesses. Dick is surprised to see her blush, as she so rarely does, and even more surprised to see her smile turn sly.

He’s not remotely prepared for her to push him down onto the couch, perching in his lap with a grin.

“Ah, I understand now. Dick, do you feel bad for wanting to have a kid with me?” She rolls her hips, unfairly attractive as she places her hands on his chest to lean forward. Dick squirms under her, arousal sparking up his spine as he clamps down on his own urges.

“I- wouldn’t say it like that.” He stutters out, hands resting on her hips. “I do want that- but that’s not. I could never feel badly about that.” His arousal dulls into a softer, more tender feeling at the thought of having a family with her. Of the future that lies ahead of them. Kori’s smile softens too for a moment, and she kisses him slow and sensual. 

“You’re sweet.” She says against his lips, and Dick smiles.

“So are you.” He wraps his arms around her strong shoulders. “And perfect. And beautiful.” The bubbly affection that always sits in his chest when Kori is close makes him want to laugh for the simple joy of holding her. “So what did you feel bad for?” Kori traces her fingers across his cheeks and neck, a feather-light touch that makes warmth pool in his belly.

“It’s. Wanting to get you.” He waves a hand at nothing “you know” He finishes lamely. Mischief sparks in her eyes once more.

“You want to get me pregnant?” She rolls her hips and if Dick had less self control he might have made a truly embarrassing sound.

“Yes, but it’s your body. It doesn’t feel right to be this into it. To feel this way at the thought of-” Dick isn’t able to finish his sentence because Kori has her tongue down his throat. She kisses the thoughts right out of his brain, and when she pulls back Dick gets the distinct feeling that she’s laughing at him. “If you had no respect for me, then it would be a problem.” She grinds against him, and he whines. She does laugh at him this time “And if there was any doubt about who’s in charge here.” She winks at him, stripping off her shirt with a wonderfully sweet giggle. He loves everything about her. “That’s so unfair. I am the team leader after all.” Dick retorts and it would probably sound a lot more convincing if he had an ounce of a backbone when Kori looked at him like that. “And you are an amazing leader, but here? You’re always so well behaved for me.” She purrs, slipping his shirt off, kissing his sternum and pinning his hands above his head. He half-heartedly tugs against the hold, mostly so she’ll kiss his face. “Be good for me, okay sweetheart?” And say that. He nods, flushed and pliable in her hands. She lets go and he keeps his arms right where she left them. She peppers his face with more kisses.

“We are going to make a baby together, my love.” She tugs his sweats down, running her hands down his stomach. She stroked his cock just to hear him whimper for a while before sinking onto him with little fanfare and no warning. “F-fuck Kori, can I please-” He flexes his fingers, still held perfectly in place until she nods. He grabs her waist, fucking into her with an edge of desperation that has her gasping and smiling down at him, radiant in the late afternoon sun. 

“It’s alright my love, you can let go, you’ve done so well. Make a life with me.” She hauls him up, always stronger than him. He buries his face in her neck as he cums, thinking about what could happen next, holding her, taking care of her. 

“I love you, I love you so much Kori” He babbles into her shoulder, hands threaded through her soft hair as she holds him, kind and slightly protective. She lets him cool down, before tapping his shoulder. He nods, slipping off the couch to his knees and pulling her legs over his shoulders. “Time to see how good of a job you did.” She says, as she tugs him between her legs. He sets to work eagerly, indulging in all that she gives him. They don’t part for many hours, and both of them feel more and more in love with every passing minute.