#instead of feeling buried and on the Brink i just see it

[redysetdare]

Still thinking abt how huntsman never got a satisfying ending. Like ik a writer on the show said he did and that his whole arc was wrapped up in his decision to not leave but like... idk it did NOT seem like that AT ALL in the show.

Like when we see him looking at the tea bag???? that's supposed to be read as him deciding not to leave and THAT was our closure??? You gotta be fucking joking right???

Idk what i thought that scene was doing (and seems like a lot of ppl thought it was doing as well because someone had to actually ASK A WRITER ABOUT IT) was that him looking at the teabag was a jumping off point for a redemption arc. He had STARTED asking questions. He didn't show signs of being okay with the answers he got. It felt like a set up for MORE and then we just...didn't get it and we're supposed to just accept that?

And i get it. I get that not everything works out. sometimes shit goes wrong and not every character gets a happy ending...but then why even set up the possibility in the first place? we got ONE episode with him being like that and thennnn nothing? like usually this sort of thing is supposed to feel like a wrapped up arc y'know? cutting it short like this usually is never good unless you want ppl to be mad that a characters arc was cut short.

It just feels like the show didn't have enough episodes to explore everything they were setting up. It feels like if maybe there was more episodes we would've seen more of huntsman questioning everything that was happening and maybe even getting a redemption arc. But we'll never know because monkie kid is stuck to 10 episodes a season fsr and it kinda sucks that things just get dropped and never explored.

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 1; ghoap x reader) masterlist

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Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately.

Ghost listens because the periods between missions are long and colourless—he fills the time with paperwork, PT, exhausting his muscles in the gym, and dissociating in a booth at the only good pub on base when Johnny drags him along—and it’s better to tune out the thoughts in his head and replace them with something else. Besides, for as much as he gripes about poorly trained dogs barking too much, he enjoys the sound of Johnny’s voice. It quiets the faint ringing that follows him wherever he goes, an agitated humming that leaves him, on his best days, on the brink of rage.

“Tinnitus,” a doctor says when he brings it up during a routine check-up. Can you shut that fucking noise up?

“Best we can do is get you hearing aids.” Apologetic, sincere even. Stained, as always though, by a trembling, noxious unease. It emanates off the doctor in waves. 

Hard not to feel uneasy around a man in a mask, Ghost assumes. That’s all part of it though. He doesn’t cultivate comfort, doesn’t attempt to engender soft feelings or put the mind at ease. His body and persona are designed to put the body and mind on the knife’s edge of fear, and then tip it over. He leaves the sweet talking and charming to men like Johnny, who babbles red language in a tongue like larkspur. 

Ghost’s first language is oil slick. It stains and it covers and it darkens everything it touches. 

And now, Johnny’s talking about a bird.

A couple months after Las Almas, the first picture comes out. Not a folded up keepsake tucked away in the pocket of a bag or a wallet or the inside of his jacket, but right on Johnny’s lockscreen on his phone. He disapproves at first glance. Not of the girl, but at the thought of keeping something so valuable on display for anyone to see. It’s not how he functions. Everything sacred is burned, destroyed, or—if precious enough—buried so deep underground that salt miners might greet it on the way down.

“Pretty, eh?” Johnny goads, nudging Ghost with his shoulder. He’s all wide grin, eyes electric-blue like the flames of Kawah Ijen. 

She is pretty. Pretty as pie. Not a speck of grit or blood on her; if there’s any edge to her at all, it’s tempered by her smile in the photo on Johnny’s phone. A sugar sweet cunt, by the looks of it, sure it’d taste like candy if he got his mouth on it. He angles his eyes with Johnny’s lips and wonders how many times he’s eaten her out, if hers was the last cunt he ate. Likely. His boy’s the loyal kind, hard to shake off once he’s got his teeth in. Swapping spit or blood, he doesn’t leave once he’s got a taste. 

“Where’d you find her?” he asks instead of agreeing, and takes a swig from the bottle in front of him. The bar’s hardly filled out yet; the two of them come early because Ghost’s an old man—that’s what Johnny would say—and doesn’t like to be around people once the sun’s set. It’s a burnished gold now, sun hovering low in the sky when Ghost turns an eye to it. 

“Florist. Met her when I picked up flowers for mam’s birthday.”

Nearly a month then. “And I’m just hearin’ about this now?”

Not in this same pub three times a week since then. Not on the tarmac, suited up and sweating already beneath two layers of gear. Not in the shower beside Ghost’s, fingers reaching over the side for a bar of soap because Johnny can’t be arsed to get his own. Not with his head slumped to let Ghost shave the sides of his head nice and neat, thick fingers splayed over the delicate bone of his skull that Ghost knows would take nothing to break. 

It rankles him until he looks back down at the phone in his hands—the one he’d plucked from Johnny’s fingers even while he whined about Ghost always stealing his shit—and feels his heartbeat slow. It levels out like staring into the scope of a rifle, the molecules of his breath melding with the molecules of the air until even the sound of his heartbeat dulls to the insects around him. 

Johnny purses his lips. “…Wasn’t sure then. Am now.”

“Cunt’s a cunt. What’s there to be sure about?”

“No.” Johnny shakes his head vehemently. “She’s no’ like that. She’s special—I’m telling ye, Lt—” he stresses when Ghost snorts, the sound thick with scepticism, “—she’s a good egg. Smart one. Sweet as pie.”

Sweet as pie. Mutt half-shares his thoughts these days. They must have brought more home than just shellshock and keloids. 

Johnny squawks when Ghost unlocks his phone and thumbs through his photos, trying to wrench it out of Ghost’s hand to no avail. He’s easy to hold back. All he has to do is put down his beer for a second and get a handful of hair and jerk, and there it is. Peace and quiet. A wince bleeding into his peripheral vision while Johnny mumbles something under his breath about him being a mean bastard. 

He snorts again. Even from Johnny, he’s heard worse. 

There isn’t much left of him these days. A tired husk and a taste for Guinness. He bleeds and shaves and wipes it off, smells the viscera still staining his mask that he hardly ever washes, can’t bear to honestly. Waste of fucking time, as far as he’s concerned. Just going to get dirtied again, soaked in blood again within the week. Shaves his head too just to have less to deal with, less to distract him from the single-minded intensity he brings to the job. He’d dematerialize if he could, become a ghost in name and shape, if only the laws of physics allowed. 

Instead he’s saddled with a body that echoes back his age in creaking joints and low back pain. Scar tissue that aches when it gets cold. 

In the months he’s known Johnny, he’s never let himself think about the world outside their bubble. His rank demands a certain level of socialising, and while he doesn’t schmooze with the brass like other lieutenants might, Ghost hardly has the privilege of isolating himself all the time, but still he can count the people he considers close on one hand. 

Not family, but close. The thought of family is sheathed within him; he knows to leave the knife in lest he bleed. Still, Johnny’s fought his way onto the list and now he has to pay with his pound of flesh. 

There’s a switch that’s been off for years, closer to a couple decades, and it flips back on when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes. It twists something in his chest. It turns him into a thing that says maybe it’s better to take than just covet. 

There are other photos of the girl in Johnny’s phone, some likely not meant for present company (Johnny flushes red when Ghost flips to a picture of his bird in a pretty little number, lace cupping her tits and ass, sitting on Johnny’s bed back home and looking back at him over her shoulder with a little grin). Still, it interests him to see this side of his boy; he’s maybe thought of it before in abstract terms. He knows that Johnny’s no stranger to a wandering eye, not with the way he’s built and his pretty boy face. He’s well acquainted with Johnny’s dick, hard not to be in such close quarters; it’s a nice, pretty thing, just like him, a good handful. Nothing like the ruddy battering ram in between Ghost’s legs. The one Johnny once got a glimpse of in the showers after a two week long stint in Kyrgyzstan and paled, mouth gaping open while he stared until he could finally laugh it off. 

Ghost remembers thinking detachedly about how lovely that little gaped open mouth would feel around his cock. 

Surprising that it took this long for him to cotton on to his own desires. 

“Bring ‘er around then. I’ll see for myself how sweet she is.”

Johnny scowls at the sudden uproar from a nearby table. “No’ a chance in hell. Dinnae trust any of these fuckers to behave around her.”

Ghost hums. He’s not wrong to be wary; under the table, Ghost runs a hand over his bulge and gives it a squeeze, lifting his thigh to readjust. She has a lovely mouth too. 

He’s been breathing fire and brimstone recently. Hungering to hear something break. It takes Johnny’s hand on his arm to hold him back, every cigarette puffed down to the filter. The pictures on Johnny’s phone make it seem easy though. 

Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately, preening at every opportunity to show her off. He doesn’t know that it takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost’s brain to file the girl in Johnny’s phone under mine, slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn’t that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny. 

He hands Johnny back the phone, face down. “You get one week. Then I wanna meet your bird.”

[verstappen-cult]

# PINING IN ANTICIPATION | MV1

Neither you nor Max know how it started but it made you feel better and that was enough for him.

Pairings: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader. Content Warnings: +18, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, a lot of feelings, hurt/comfort.

Gwen’s radio message. . . 💬 : okay, so, this was gonna be a porn without plot kinda drabble but this thing came out instead. please don’t expect anything fancy because i really suck at writing smut.

Max opens the door before you could even start to question yourself.

He’s surprised to see you knocking on his door at two in the morning. You start to regret coming to him when you see him rub the sleep from his eyes. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You look down, choking on a sob. “Hey, hey, what happened?”

Max is by your side in a second, wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you inside his apartment. He doesn’t let you go until you’re sitting comfortable on the couch, tucking your legs beneath you. 

��Did something happen?” 

“Had an awful fight with mom,” You fidget with your fingers, the corners of your eyes already filled with tears. “she said really mean things.”

Max reaches out and grabs your hand, thumb caressing the inside of your wrist. It’s not the first time something like this has happened, he’s very familiar with the relationship you have with your mother because it is pretty much the same relationship he has with his father. Actually, when you first met, you bonded over the awful parents and experiences you had as kids. 

“Couldn’t stay home alone.” You say, shyly. “I’m sorry for coming at this hour.”

“Don’t worry about that.” 

The silence stretches between you two. Max looks carefully as you get lost inside your head, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. He can almost hear your thoughts. He knows what you need, the only thing that makes you feel better and gets you out of your head. 

Max doesn’t know exactly how it happened. One moment you’re in the brink of an anxiety attack and then, in the blink of an eye, you’re sitting on his cock, face buried into the side of his neck as he rubbed your back up and down.

It wasn’t sex because you didn't kiss, there wasn’t some awfully awkward dirty talk and neither of you came at the end — well, not that you know. If Max had to lock himself in the bathroom after you fell asleep because he was still so painfully hard, it’s definitely not something you need to know; he still feels disgusting and will take that secret to the grave. 

You didn’t talk to each other for at least two weeks after that. Max wanted to reach out but you were ignoring him, and he wanted to give you space to sort your head out. And when one day you sat down next to him and started to apologize and ramble about not wanting to lose him because he’s just so important in your life, Max was finally able to relax because you were fine. Everything was fine. 

You had a long conversation. And it was that day when Max learnt that what you did was called cockwarning and it was actually something people do to feel better. For you, it was about feeling physically as well as emotionally close with the other person, so, that is why it was so easy for you to do it with Max, you felt safe and you trust him. You also explain to him how, when things are just too much, feeling that deep pressure inside of you as well as the warmth emanating from a body under yours is, somehow, enough to stop your mind from reeling with questions, and feelings, and emotions. 

Max actually googled it. He opened an incognito tab and typed the words. He doesn’t know how much time he spent reading about experiences and actual studies about something that he had never heard of before. But it was like you said—many people do it because they feel safe that way, others because they don't want to think and it’s the only way they can relax and go into something called sub-space — Max didn’t do research on that because it was too much information and he just couldn’t handle it — while others do it just because they like it, no real meaning behind. 

You promised it wouldn’t happen again.

And, well, you should’ve known better. 

After the second time, you came to an agreement. Max would help you because he’s that good of a friend and cares about you. And because he didn’t want you to be looking for somebody else who could help you if you already felt safe with him. 

He never found it weird, and you appreciate that. 

So, now everytime you feel overwhelmed and can’t get out of your head on your own, Max is there to help you. Even if all you want is to just sit on somebody’s cock and pass the time, relax. He doesn’t care. 

It’s good that after the second time he was able to gain some control and not embarrass himself and you in the process. Max still feels like, one way or another, he’s taking advantage of you and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve had to assure him that it is not like that and if you ever feel uncomfortable you will tell him. 

“Y/N?” He rubs the palm of your hand but you don’t look at him. You don’t react, not when he lets go of your hand and kneels in front of you and not even when he cups your cheek with his hands. “Hey, Y/N, I need you to get out of that pretty head of yours. Could you do that for me?” Max sighs in relief when he finally sees your gaze focusing on his face after what feels like hours. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The corners of your mouth go up to form a sad smile. 

“You need my help?” Max asks, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. You nod, but that isn't enough. “You know we don’t work like that. I need words.”

It’s not the first time that the way he speaks to you sends a shiver down your spine. You’ve just become pretty good at ignoring it. 

“Yes,” You breathe out, closing your eyes to center yourself and stop the whine threatening to leave your lips. “I need you.” 

“Good,” He almost says Good girl, but holds his tongue. “You want to go to the bedroom?”

You shake your head. You don’t feel strong enough to walk there. “No, it’s okay. We can do it here.” You say in a small voice. “I’m really sorry for coming. “I’m fine, okay? I just need to relax an—”

“Hey, don’t, okay? I told you to come to me when you needed me. Night or day.” He reassures you, but you still feel like crying. “You think you can wait for me? I need to go get something.”

“No! Wha—why?”

Max tries not to laugh but you’re pouting and he finds it cute. “I need to get the lube,” Your pupils are wide and a faint bush covers your cheeks, because he doesn’t finger you to help make things easier, even though he has said he’s okay with it, you’re not. “I’ll be back in a second.” He leans to leave a kiss on your forehead before dissapearing.

You hide your face in your hands, breathing in and breathing out just like your therapist taught you. Only when you feel like you won’t pass out, you decide to speed things up by removing your jeans. 

You don’t like feeling like this. It’s almost comical that after all this time, knowing how your mother is and how always will be, she still has so much power over you. A few mean words and you are ten years old again. You can’t hate her, she’s your mother after all, but you’ve tried, only God knows how much you’ve tried to hate her and not come back running back to her when she tells you some nice things. It’s a vicious cycle that not even with therapy you’ve been able to stop.

When Max comes back he finds you sitting on the couch only in your underwear. You avoid making eye contact, feeling a little embarrassed for not wearing your cute lingerie. You chastise yourself for going there because this is not about sex, and it’s definitely not the first time that Max has seen you like this. 

When you look up, he’s already watching you. “You okay?” You nod, not trusting your voice. 

You break eye contact when Max moves his hands toward the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“You need help?” 

You see Max smiling from the corner of your eyes. “No, I already took care of that.”

Max is quick to shove his sweatpants down his thighs and join you on the couch. He pats his thighs and opens his arms for you, and you’re immediately moving to straddle his lap. You steady yourself grabbing Max’s shoulders, hovering over his lap and looking up to the ceiling as he busies himself opening the lube and dripping some over his cock. 

Your heart skips several beats as you look down to find him stroking himself to spread the lube. You’ve seen him do the same thing at least four times but you still feel like passing out every time you see his big and skilled hand move. Not for the first time you let yourself wonder how would his fingers feel inside of you. 

Max grabs your waist with one hand and uses the other to run the tip of his cock through your folds. You close your eyes and stop breathing as he, finally and slowly, sinks into you. You bite your lips trying to get used to the stretch, Max rubs circles on your lower back as he lets you adjust. You’ve done this quite a few times but you’re still not used to it. 

“You can—” You sigh, opening your eyes but Max is not looking at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He focuses his attention back on you, and smiles. You try to smile but your expression changes when you move all the way down, a whimper leaving your lips at finally having his cock buried deep inside of you. 

Max groans, grabbing your waist with more force than normal before letting go and, instead, grabbing the cushions by his sides. 

You lose the grip and wrap your arms around his neck, immediately resting your head on his shoulder and relaxing against his body. “Thank you.”

Max makes a weird noise, but you feel him nod. He lifts his hands and places them on your waist, fingers already caressing your back, sides and neck. 

Max turns his head just enough to be able to leave a kiss on your cheek before going back to his initial position. He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, choosing to put on some comedy film as a background. 

The only thing you can feel and think about is his cock inside of you, making you feel so full, and the warmth emanating from his body, grounding you and, at the same time, making you feel like you’re floating around. There are no bad thoughts, you’re not thinking about the fight you had with your mom anymore. 

You’re not actually too lost inside your head, the walk to Max apartment helped you clear your mind a bit. You’re still a little shocked by the words and things your mother did, definitely, but once you reached Max building, you were feeling a lot better. If you ended up coming up anyway, well, Max offered to let you sit on his cock overwhelmed or not and you wouldn’t let that offer pass. You don’t know how much time you have together because one of these days Max can find a girlfriend and you will have to go out and look for somebody as understanding as your friend. 

The mere thought of Max with another girl makes you want to throw up. So, you shut your thoughts off. 

You don’t know how much time passes, but your legs start to feel numb and your back hurts, so you shift your weight which makes Max whine, cock twitching inside of you. 

“Sorry.” You whisper, stopping your movements. 

“No, it’s—just,” Max closes his eyes tightly, and you can see a drop of sweat slipping down his forehead. “You just—” He groans, unable to say what he so badly wants. 

You move from your place on his shoulder, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing,” Max’s voice is hoarse and the smiles he gives you don't reach his eyes. “Just—lie back down, come on.” He pats your back but you don’t move. 

“Max, tell me.” He shakes his head, dropping his head on your shoulder. “Max, it’s me.”

He sighs, straightening up. His sudden movement makes you both moan. 

“It’s just that,” He takes a deep breath and looks you straight in the eye. “You feel really good.”

His confession makes you want to close your legs which, for obvious reasons, you can’t. You feel your face burning but try to play it cool, like his words didn't have an effect on you. 

“Well, I mean, your cock is inside of me,” 

Max's laugh is strained. “Yeah… I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of this. If you want we can stop and I—”

“Max,” You cup his jaw, feeling the stubble under your palm. “I’m good.”

Max closes his eyes again, this time letting his head fall backwards against the couch. “You know the first time we did this,” He swallows, and you’re mesmerized by the way his Adam's apple bobs. How would it feel to kiss it? “I, God I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud.”

“Max, come on. Just say it.” You let your fingers fall from his jaw all the way to his neck, just above his Adam’s apple. You can feel under your fingertips how it moves when he swallows again. 

“You will think I’m a perv,” He opens one eye, when you smile reassuringly he opens both. “Please don’t think I’m some kind of pervert but… I had to lock myself in the bathroom to,” He shrugs, doing the movement with his fist. 

“What?” You tilt your head. 

“To jerk off!” He says, frustrated. One of his hands leaves your waist to put it over his eyes.

You blink at Max. 

He looks back at you between his fingers.

His confession makes you feel that something you’ve been trying to ignore ever since that first night. 

“That is totally normal.” You don’t want him to feel bad, so reassuring him that it’s okay is actually the only thing you can do. “As I said, you’re buried inside of me, if you didn’t feel anything then that’s a problem.”

Max sounds a little more relaxed when he laughs again. 

But then there’s silence and eye contact. The only sound in the room coming from the TV and your heavy breathing. 

You feel that shiver running down your spine again, desire pooling in the pit of your stomach. 

“I’m sorry, I’m making this all awkward.”

“No, no. It’s good.”

Max raises his eyebrows in question. 

You decide not to answer with words. Instead, you shift your hips, Max cock impossible deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck,” Max groans, closing his eyes tightly. His hands grab the cushion by his sides again but you want those hands on your waist, your breasts, all over your body. 

“Max,” You whine, grabbing at his shoulder and feeling how tense he is. 

“It’s okay,” He breathes in and out, just like you were doing not so long ago. “it’s okay. I’m sorry.”

You frown, “Max.” You try calling his name again, when he opens his eyes you can see how much his eyes have darkened.  

Max sucks in a sharp breath when you steady yourself by grabbing his shoulders to lift yourself up, pulling almost all the way out and letting yourself fall back down. Max’s moan is obscene. 

“I’m sorry, sorry, oh God, I’m sorry,” You babble, hiding behind your hands. What the fuck are you doing? “I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey,” He calls your attention, taking your hands and pulling them away from your face. Max cups your jaw guiding your face to look at him. “You want this? I need you to tell me because,” Max gaze falls to your mouth and he brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his finger. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

You nod, but then remember that he likes to hear you. “Yes,” That’s all Max need because he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, almost hugging you, and lifting you to pull out and then fuck back in. It nearly leaves you breathless. 

You gasp, grabbing onto him for dear life. It’s inevitable for you to look down and watch how his cock pulls out and then back inside, stretching you so good. 

“Look at me,” Max says, grinding his cock deep inside of you. And you have no choice but to look back up at him. The expression of pure pleasure on his face makes you clench around him, which takes another obscene moan out of him. 

He feels so good. 

You want to tell him how good he feels. How good he’s fucking you but you’re only capable of incoherent sounds, moans and whimpers. 

“Max,” You choke on a moan. One hand leaves your waist and slips under your shirt to pinch at one of your nipples. You actually have to put a hand over your mouth to avoid screaming. 

“I want to hear you. Please, let me hear you.” Max practically begs and how could you deny him that? The next time he does it, you let him hear you. And probably the whole building too. “Good girl.” Your cunt squeezes him tightly as he rolls his hips into yours. “You like that, don’t you? You like being my good girl?”

“Yes, yes,” If you had the strength you would be bouncing on his cock, but you can barely hold onto him as he fucks you nice and hard. “Max, Max.” His name falls like a mantra from your lips. The squelching sound of him pounding into you, mixed with the moans and groans fills the air around you. 

“You feel so good— fuck, so fucking tight.” Max groans into your ear. His thrusts are deep and rough, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and nails dig into his skin, knowing you’ll leave marks that will last days. 

Max leans closer and licks a stripe of sweat from your neck and, somehow, is enough to make you hit your peak. You walls clench around him, like you’re actually trying to suck the life out of him.

“Max, Max I’m so close,” At this point you don’t even know if you’re whispering or screaming, but Max hears you either way.

Max expertly finds your clit and, right on cue, your orgasm comes crashing upon you, warmth washing all over your body as Max keeps on fucking you, searching for his own release. 

“That’s my girl,” Max breathes out, movements faltering. “I’m gonna come, fuck, gonna come inside of you.” Max feels his orgasm like he’s experiencing it for the very first time, like he was waiting for this moment his whole life. And he probably was, really. 

Max squeezes his eyes shut, hips stuttering and your name falling from his lips as he spills inside of you. Your whole body gives up. You’re glad Max is there to hold you close to his body. He pants in your neck, both of you trying to catch your breath and thinking about what the hell has just happened? 

“Did so good for me, sweetheart.” He whispers, leaving a kiss behind your ear. He doesn’t move more than to settle against the cushions with you on top of him and his cock still buried inside of you. And you feel so dizzy and stuffed full of his cum that the only rational thing you think about doing is to lift your head and kiss him. 

Max whines into the kiss. He doesn’t care that the kiss is messy because you can’t coordinate and are so tired you feel your body going limp, but he lets you kiss him until you need to catch your breath. 

He smiles softly at you. “That was good, uh? I bet you don’t even remember why you came here in the first place.”

“Oh, shut up!” Max likes making you blush, so he won’t ever shut up. 

“You know,” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, fingers lingering on your neck. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I always wanted to—“ He sighs, and you lean into his touch. Max feels like his heart is about to explode. “I didn’t think I could ever have a chance with you.” 

“What are you talking about?” You squeak because surely he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. Because that would mean— 

“I’m saying that you are,” He kisses your cheek. “the most,” Now, he places a kiss on your chin. “beautiful, and smart, and sexy,” Max leaves kisses all over your face. “girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” Finally, his lips find yours, but it’s quick and not enough. You want to keep kissing him for the rest of your life. 

“Max,” You whisper, tears in the corners of your eyes. “You—I,” You groan, letting your head fall against his forehead. “You know I’ve been crazy for you my whole life, right?” 

“No, that I did not know.” He’s teasing you, you hear it in his voice. “Well, maybe I had my suspicions.” 

“Max! You never say anything?” A thought crosses your mind and you feel mortified. “I feel like I took advantage of you now.” 

“What did you say to me? You would’ve told me if you weren’t comfortable. And I would’ve done the same thing.” You pout and Max can’t help but think, again, that you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. “When all of this cockwarming thing happened, I thought it was the only way I could be close to you. And I was helping you in the process, so I was more than happy with being just that.” 

“I didn’t keep coming back to you because of my feelings,” You start saying, playing with the collar of his shirt. “but because I’ve always felt safe with you. I knew—I know I can trust you. I mean, that became clear when you offered to let me sit on your cock the first time.” 

“I did not do that!” 

“You totally did!” You laugh with your whole body because you’re that happy. But that makes you shift your hips which makes you wince at feeling Max softening cock still inside of you. 

“You good? It wasn’t… too much?” He sounds insecure, you see it on his face too. It’s cute.

“It was pretty good, Max. If not I wouldn’t have let you fuck me.” Max rolls his eyes, chuckling, and you rest your head on his shoulder one more time.

“You want me to pull out?”

“No, just—hold me, okay?” Max makes a pleasing sound, lips finding your temple. 

“Always.”

[anantaru]

Blade comforing s/o from an overwhelming situation? 🥹🥹

・✶ ｡ synopsis — blade instantly sees that you were having a rough day, on the brink of tears and shaking, so he did what every boyfriend should do, meaning to be there for you <3

warnings — none, fem! reader, fluff, established relationship, reader is sad, cute protective boyfriend blade <3 calls you: love, my girl, he kisses your forehead

your entire day consisted of a chaotic swirl enhanced with noises and movements from left to right— people rushing past all directions while bumping into you, their voices merging into a deafening grating that made your head practically spin off your body.

is this really it? you don't think you can escape those masses, in fact, you still needed to fight at the end of your day with something like this even after the suffering you've just had to endure?

you were already having a rough day, yes, from the start, yet a series of small frustrations piled up until you felt like you were carrying a mountain on your shoulders, a heavy weight that was gradually taking all your room to breathe.

and this nasty crowd was certainly the final straw to you.

alas, you wouldn't let yourself get pushed and touched by random strangers and rushed your way through the exit of your work, your heart pounding in your chest, each breath coming faster and faster as you fought to keep the rising tide of panic at bay— it's not like this hasn't happened before but today, even your vision blurred with unshed tears, the world around you becoming an overwhelming blur of emotions that made you want to scream.

"sorry, excuse me, uh," you mumble, not sure if anyone heard you or even cared to let you pass through.

people, who were as eager as you to leave their work were relentless, disrespectfully pushing and shoving, their indifferent faces blurring together in your mind as you've gotten dizzy by the time you were able to move again.

you awkwardly stumble into a corner, desperately trying to catch your breath— although just as you were about to lose your grip completely, a dark, handsome figure emerged from the crowd, yet not walking towards the exit, but you.

blade. your boyfriend blade. the man which could surprisingly find out a solution to yet about every problem.

he moves with a purpose, his eyes scanning the area until they finally lock onto your teary ones. and the moment he saw your tear-streaked face and trembling form just standing there while being surrounded by a bunch of people, his expression softened and tensed in unison.

without a word and wasting more time, he closes the distance between you within a couple steps and immediately pulled you into his arms.

ugh, you can finally breathe again and take in his signature cologne.

his hug was warm, his entire body like the softest pillow, his frame feeling like home and being grounding, his presence too, immediately cutting through the chaos and bringing you a sense of instant safety.

"hey, it's okay, i apologize for being late," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble against your ear, but he notices the constant trembles on your body before securely kissing your forehead, "i've got you."

you clung to him, it's almost embarrassing by how strong your arms were locked around his waist as you were burying your face into his chest, the first out of your many tears finally breaking free— like your body telling you that it was okay to cry now. blade was here.

hot and in masses, the crystalline liquid soaks into his garments as you let out all the frustration— or panic? more so fear, and the exhaustion that had been building up inside of you for the entirety of your gruesome day.

but blade didn't say anything, nor did he really need to add something— instead, he just held you, his hands constantly rubbing soothing circles on your back as you cried your heart out to him.

blade was gentle with you, always, and he never expected you to be on your upmost, most perfect demeanor whenever you two met up. the way he had everything under control without actually lifting a finger came due to his calm presence which was like a balm to your burned nerves, the solid feel of his strong chest pressed against your face grounding you in a way nothing else could.

minutes passed, and slowly, your sobs began to subside, your breathing evening out as the storm of emotions gradually drowns away.

he didn't let go of you right away, he wouldn't want to— and well, blade continued to hold you, yes, he always will, his hands never stopped their gentle motions around the slopes of your body, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your ear.

when you slowly pulled back, your eyes emerged with a puffiness and slight redness taking over your eyes— although such really didn't matter now, because the panic inside had receded, fallen off your shoulders and replaced by a warm love.

the man looked down, admiring your puffy cheeks and slightly embarrassed eyes, his gaze soft and filled with an understanding that brought a fresh wave of love which entered your heart immediately.

"feeling a bit better love? i can pick you up more often if you want to," he asks sternly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek.

as a response, you nod shyly before sniffling a little, "yeah, it's okay now, thank you, blade, ugh, this is so embarrassing i just didn't know what to do."

"everything just felt like too much all of a sudden, you know?"

his large palms don't leave your face, his touch always gentle when he held you, "it's okay, it's not your fault," he continues softly.

"don't apologize, it's not your fault and remember you're not alone, okay? i'm here for you love, always, i will do whatever it takes to make it better."

you continue to lean into his chest, unable to let go before taking a deep, steadying breath, "i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't been here."

"i'm sorry you had such a rough day," he returns, kissing your forehead as his hands squeeze your cheeks, "but i'm proud of you my girl, yeah?" as his arms wrap around you like two pillows covering your shaken frame, "for getting through it anyways."

and as you held onto him, as you felt and accepted the strength and love enveloping you wholly, you were aware that no matter how overwhelming life got at times, you would never have to face it alone.

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newly-mated cassian x reader or azriel x reader finds out his mate is pregnant, and his primal protective instincts go crazyyyy,overprotective isn’t even the word, like if someone looks at her funny he has a knife to their throat. or imagine someone pushes her and she falls and he just beats them to the brink of death

Baby daddy

Let's be real Azriel is protective in general. This man makes it his mission to keep you safe. With all the fears of past and present enemies getting their hands on you... No, he simply won't let it happen. Not on his watch. So add a baby on the way to the mix. That's a recipe for an overly protective fea male.

And it's safety that involves anything and everything. It's not just him having his shadows on watch 24/7. It's not just him having a weapon on him constantly. It's not just him making sure that you constantly have someone watching over you. And no it's not only him growling at Madja when he notices even a slight sight of discomfort on your face during an appointment.

No, it's Azriel putting all the snacks in the bottom drawer because the night he saw you climbing the counter was the night he aged five hundred years and got a handful of greys. "Get off, get off", his shadows are all over you before he even steps forward, "But chocolate chip cookies, Azriel", you say. He's only shaking his head, "No spider mama, nonsense. You ask or you don't get any", and he means it lovingly but you're sobbing so much that he knows there has to be a compromise in this.

Bet you his shadows are spawning in front of you with a glass of fresh herbal water every thirty minutes and you have black blobs just patiently waiting for you to take it. Following you are until you do, "Tell your dad, I'll be peeing all night because of him", you mutter but all you get in response is a cool caress from the dark creatures.

And even if Azriel is not a naturally touchy person his hand is always on your bump now. Even before you're showing. It's there and it never leaves. Slowly stroking your skin. I feel like his brain would explode when he starts feeling a bump forming there. And that his palm is now moving in a somewhat round surface.

It's an ever-watching Azriel. His senses are a thousand times sharper. And it does lead him to step out of line. A baker looked at you funny because you bought four loaves of bread instead of one and asked for an extra butter spread. Well, congratulations the old man is now on the death list and Azriel's dagger is buried in the wooden counter. "You have an issue?", the words are so venomous. And the look. The spymaster look. The shadowsinger look on his face. And the baker only shakes his head. Adding an extra baked good for you. And you're walking down the street munching on it happily. Not noticing the chaos Azriel had awoken behind you. The shadows that are spooking the poor man shitless.

Don't get me wrong. I don't think that he would go as far as to lock you up. He knows his limits. And he knows he can be overbearing. But it comes from the heart. Az had already lost so much. Life had only been taken away instead of giving him anything. So now that he has you. And the baby. That quite frankly his whole world. His whole life. He's living for you two. So nothing is too much in his eyes. More like, nothing is enough in his eyes.

I feel like the people of Velaris would start calling you the goddess of darkness. Because once again half of Azriel's shadow population is with you. Twirling around you as you walk. Covering you from the harsh midday sun. Pouring all around you. And I see his shadows as literally creatures of their own so you would always have these little buddies keeping you company. Dragging the juiciest gossip from all over. And carrying all the baby bits you end up buying. And covering for you when you buy a little bit too much. Shhhh... don't tell Azriel.

And I doubt Azriel would go on long missions or assignments. Like half a day is the longest. No matter what he has to be home by dinner. There's no way he's agreeing to anything that breaks that rule. Because evenings are for him and you, and the baby. With him lying by your tummy, pressing light kisses all over your bump as he talks about his day.

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Stepdad!William Afton x (f) Reader - Telephone Cable (WARNINGS, SMUT)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, stepdadxstepdaughter, while mom is away, (slight) choking kink, cockwarming, daddy's girl, unprotected s*x, creampie, daddy kink, praise kink, secrecy, Modern Day AU!, Henry giving William a call. AN: The first two paragraphs are a decoy. Underneath the read more is the real stuff. Based on this post

Sunlight peeped through the blinds, creating stripes of gold on the two intertwined figures. It was William’s favorite chair, so naturally, he’d sat down on that, drink in his hand, while the clock behind him ticked as he waited for your mom to go out.

The distant sound of her car became fainter and fainter. And then you and him were alone.

A smile spread on his face, showing straight teeth in a joyful but perverse way. A silent promise. And all he needed to do was pat his hand on his lap, and you came over to him like an obedient little pet.

~ * ~ You could feel the heat of his body against your back, the way his hairy hips rested against you from below. Your pussy squelched delightfully with each shallow thrust, and a low hum escaped his throat.

"You’re a real daddy's girl, aren’t you?" He whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin.

You’d been on your stepdad’s cock for a little over an hour. Just there to function as a warm cocksleeve around his shaft, until his cock had grown hard inside of you and your body thrummed with desire for more.

You bit your lip and tried to nod, but the movements made it difficult. So instead, you answered by moving your hips against his own, lifting yourself a little further off his cock before you sat back down again. Your hands were on his legs, near to his knees.

You could see your reflection on the inky black television screen.

"So nice,” William’s low voice sounded, his hands tightening on your hips before this grip loosened again. He kept your hips deliberately still, making sure he had full control again. The thrusts he gave were shallow, as if he wanted to draw it all out, making the pleasure last as long as possible.

“Still so tight," he grunted, The gentle thrusts were not enough to bring you to the brink, but deep enough to make you shudder and your walls flutter around him. You could feel the ridges of his veins, the hot flesh of hard erection as it was buried inside you, the head pressed snugly against your cervix, kissing your womb and leaking the first drops of cum.

“Think I can make you come before your mom is back?” you heard your stepfather ask, his voice hoarse with delight. His hand squeezed your right breast, hidden underneath yoru sweater.

His hips still only moved leisurely.

“I think I’m gonna fill you up before she comes home. Have you carry all my seed inside your womb while she prances around, not knowing Daddy filled up her little girl good,” the mental image sent shivers down your spine and you bit your lip again. “Would you like that, huh? Keep Daddy’s secret?”

Your heart raced, the threat of him coming inside you while your mom was away only made the moment more exhilarating. Still, his hips only moved slowly and shallowly. The itch inside your core begged for more. And so did you. "Harder, Daddy," you pleaded, unable to contain your desire as you tried to move your hips. But his hands tightened on your hips, keeping you firmly pressed against him. He stopped moving fully now.

“Do you think you are in a position to make demands?” came the rough voice of your stepdad. William let go of your right hip to push his glasses back on his nose, the frame pressing against the skin around his eyes.

You whimpered sadly, wishing he would pick up his pace and let you come. Your eyes went to the clock. Not long before your mom would arrive home. You’d been on your stepdad’s cock for a little over an hour, cunt sopping wet and his shaft coated with your juices. Yet, he never let you properly ride him or come.

You just hoped he would have mercy on you and decide to make you come before your mom arrived home. You wanted to have your fill. No. Needed it.

He might love edging, but you loved it more when your pussy throbbed around him and pleasure washed over you. Nothing weird about that, right? You thought you deserved it with all the things he made you do.

“Didn’t I ask you a question?” he wondered, though the teasing in his voice was evident. He just wanted you to acknowledge his filthy desires.

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned, eager to move your hips. He stilled them again, smacking the flat of his hand against your right ass cheek for good measure, an indication for you to keep still. Yet, your pussy squeezed around his cock, eager for more. You heard the gasp that escaped his lips -  he wasn’t left unaffected.

“I’ll keep your secret Daddy. I won’t tell anyone that you filled me up. Won’t tell Mom. Just, please, make me cum.”

“Well,” William drawled, the fingers of his hands gently stroking past the soft flesh of your hips. “Since you ask so nicely…”

You bit your lip, prepared for the ecstasy that was about to come. But just as William tightened his grip on your hips again and the muscles in his hips tensed, his mobile phone lit up with an incoming call.

You growled in annoyance, throwing the screen a glare. The name that lit up on the screen was a familiar one and your heart sank. It was his business partner, Henry. He would never deny Henry. It might be something important, especially as Henry was at work today at the restaurant they both owned.

As predicted, your stepdad picked up the phone, still holding you close, and you were just incredibly grateful that Henry hadn’t started a video call but a normal audio one.

“I’m sorry, Henry, could you repeat that again?” you heard your stepdad say, frowning while he pushed the glasses back on his nose again. His other hand, still on your hip, forced you slightly up from his cock only to guide you back down again with a squelch. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. Suppose if Henry heard…

“It’s really hard to hear you,” a pause. “Could be… Henry, can you call the landline instead?" he asked.

Another thrust, deeper this time, hard. His cockhead bumped against your womb’s entrance, involuntarily slickening your core.

And then William put his mobile phone down, screen facing the table. You could see just in time how the call had ended and glanced at William over your shoulder to try and measure his reaction to it all.

His eyes were hidden behind glinting glasses, his expression hard to see. But then he frowned and grabbed your hips harder. Your stepdad snarled in your ear: "You better keep quiet. This is an important call."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation building as the landline phone rang. William picked it up, and you noticed how the cable of the phone brushed against you, sending another shiver down your spine. Glancing over your shoulder you saw he must have noticed it as well, eyes focused on the cable.

He hooked the phone between his chin and shoulder, using both hands to guide your hips up and down until he found the right pace and angle.

"Hello, Henry," William said, his voice steady despite the situation. Your mind swirled with thoughts of what might happen next, the danger of being discovered only heightening the thrill. But you knew you had to keep quiet, not wanting to ruin this moment or jeopardize his work.

"William, we've got a problem at the pizzeria," Henry's voice crackled through the phone. "One of the arcade games is on the fritz again."

Thrust. You brought your hands up to your lips, covering your mouth with both of them as your stepdad decided that this was the perfect moment to properly start fucking you.

After being inside of your warm cunt for so long, this was the time. When you had to be quiet.

You silently cursed him inside your mind as he picked up a pace. The position in which you were in enabled him to hit you deep inside.

"Which one?" William asked, his voice steady even as he wrapped the telephone cable around your neck, surprising you. Your eyes flew open wide, hands darting from your lips to the cable. His strong hand pulled, tightening the cable around your neck, cutting off your flow of oxygen ever so slowly. You gasped as he forcefully made you ride him, guiding your movements with his hips and the grip on the phone cable.

"Whack-a-Mole," Henry replied. Slick sounds came from where your hips met, where his cock moved in and out of you with force. "It's been acting up all week, and I can't figure out what's wrong with it."

"Did you try resetting the system?" William inquired, gently tightening the cord around your neck. You struggled to keep your breaths quiet, focusing on the sound of their conversation.

"Of course I did," Henry sounded exasperated. Your cunt clamped down on William’s cock and you bit your tongue from crying out. Behind you, William transferred the cable of the phone to the same hand he was holding the phone in – not only tightening the cable around your neck but also leaving his left hand free.

That free hand circled you to rub against your clit, making you writhe on top of him as you tried to suppress a moan. Your walls started to flutter helplessly around his shaft, and he closed his eyes and nibbled on his bottom lip in reply.

"It worked for a while, but then the problems started up again."

"Sounds like a short circuit," William suggested, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he watched your eyes widen. "You'll need to open it up and check the wiring."

Thrust, squelch, thrust. Your breasts bounced underneath your shirt as he picked up the pace – no bra as requested. You felt your face flush in embarrassment, praying that Henry did not hear the wet noises that filled the room, and grateful that phone calls with smell hadn’t been invented yet. The room smelled heavily of musk, of raw intercourse and hot slick.

His fingers against your clit roughened, increasing the pace until his index finger slipped forth and bumped against your slick hole and his cock. And then his touch subsided, just in time to prevent you from coming.

You subdued a groan in annoyance. Nearly there, you thought. But the promise that he would make you come still lingered.

"All right, I'll give that a shot," Henry agreed, though there was a brief pause in which William’s hips didn’t move forth, but instead circled, stirring his cock - like a wooden spoon in soup - inside of you.

You gasped at the sensation, your hands loosening the grip on the cable and grabbing air instead as you threatened to fall forward. The cable pulled you back, the only thing holding you upright on your stepdad’s lap.

And then, with a devilish grin, your stepdad pressed his hips against you again with a loud squelch. His cockhead bumped against your cervix, eliciting a yelp from your lips. Although not loud, it obviously had been loud enough.

"Is everything okay over there?” Another pull on the cable took your breath away, preventing any more sound. Somehow, the suffocation was just enough to tip you over the edge. Stars started to cloud your vision, your walls clamping down hard on your stepdad’s cock.

Tears formed in your eyes as your stepdad humped his hips against yours, cock pressing against that delicate spot deep inside while you came.

You actually came.

The grip on the cable loosened and you brought your hands to your lips again to keep from crying out, walls trembling around William’s cock as your body was submitted to wave after wave of orgasm.

It felt so good.

And he didn’t stop or show mercy. He just kept fucking you as if he wanted you to betray your secret tryst.

“It sounds like there are some...odd noises. Are you playing with one of the new animatronics, hmm?" Henry said, indicating that William had promised to work on a new animatronic for their enterprise.

William grinned. “Perhaps,” he teased, another particularly hard and deep thrust. It betrayed that he was near now as well. That, and the hoarseness that crept into his voice.

"But you will have to wait and find out," William lied smoothly, giving the cord a playful tug. Your body reacted accordingly. "Don’t worry. My day off is well spent."

"Okay, if you say so," Henry said, still sounding a bit suspicious. "I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks for the help, William."

"Anytime, Henry. Good luck," William replied before hanging up the phone.

As soon as the call ended, he removed the cable from around your neck, leaving behind a faint red mark. His hands went down to your hips, forcing them up and down. Your tight walls were forced up and down his shaft, clamping down like a vice. His breathing increased.

You muttered nonsensical things, all soft whispers as the overstimulation was getting too much.

“Almost,” your stepdad mumbled, “almost, there, baby girl, almost,” and with a loud groan he came with one firm thrust deep inside.

You felt your body tremble as you came down from your high, breath returning to you as your pussy pulsed softer and softer around his throbbing cock.

Hot liquid coated your walls. And then there was silence. Just the ticking of the clock.

You moved gently on top of him, turning to face him over your shoulder and placing a petite kiss on his lips. His blue eyes were fixed upon you, following your gaze with affection. You knew he would deny it if you asked him, but he truly cared about you. This was more than just a primal hunger for sex. Your stepdad loved you, and you were starting to feel the same.

More and more with each day.

"Thank you, Daddy," you whispered, flushed and breathless from the exhilarating experience. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to the top of your head, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Get dressed," he ordered firmly, his eyes glinting with a hint of danger. "Your mom will be home soon."

You obeyed without hesitation, standing up on trembling legs. His cock, for the first time in nearly two hours, slipped free from its confines: you.

It felt odd after having been filled for so long. You knew your stepdad loved to be close to you and to enjoy your warmth for as long as possible. And quite often that wasn’t long enough. It was why he wanted you to sit naked on top of him – whether just with your pants off or skirt flipped up, or perhaps naked in full. It didn’t matter, as long as he would be inside of you.

At first, you had thought it weird, but exciting. Now, you’d grown used to it, and you loved the feel of his stretch. You missed him when he was gone.

Slipping your panties back on, you made sure that William could see the evidence of his actions. The sticky cum that slipped out of you was dripping on the fabric of your panties, coating the crotch of your panties like paint. You left them deliberately halfway up your knees, waiting for all of the sticky liquid to have left your folds. Once the dripping stopped, and most of it had collected in your panties, you slowly pulled them up and pressed William’s hot cum against your core once more. As if your body could absorb it like this a second time.

Once your mom would be home, those panties would still be on, and your stepdad would still be inside and against you. He growled appreciatively, a predatory smile curving his lips.

"Daddy's good girl," he murmured, just as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached your ears. Both of you glimpsed outside, hidden by the blinds, to see your mom step out of the car, a bright smile on her lips. Your stepdad turned to you, flicking a knuckle of his fingers gently past your cheek; an affectionate gesture.

His blue eyes slid down to your now-clothed cunt, knowing his cum was still there. Then, William quickly left the room. You hurried to make yourself presentable, running a hand through your disheveled hair before retreating to your room, pretending as if you'd been there all along.

When your mom opened the door, you were behind your desk working on an assignment that needed to be finished soon. You smiled up at her, innocently. “Hi Mom, how was your day?”

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pretty boy

authors note: hey 🫣 almost a year ago i posted my first bad omens fic onto ao3 called sweet boy and i thought… what better way to celebrate that than to write its sequel ? barely proofread so i apologize for any mistakes btw, getting back into the swing of writing “consistently” so i feel a bit rusty lol ! as always i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated. :-) sweet boy can be found here.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 3k~

cw/tags: pwp ( porn without plot basically ), p in v ( wrap it up ), established relationship, dom/sub undertones ( sub noah ), 18+ minors do not interact

The faint hum of the television fills the room, volume so low you barely can register what's even being said. You don't mind though because your focus isn't even on whatever episode of The Office that's playing, instead it's focused on the boy laying beside you, long limbs tangled with your own. Legs tangled with yours, an arm draped over your tummy, and head against your chest, you couldn't give a flying fuck about Michael Scott at this very moment.

You hum to yourself, a happy little sound, as your fingers card through his hair, finger nails lightly scratching at his scalp. You feel his chest vibrate against your side, probably making the same happy sounds that you were, and if you could see Noah's face you're sure he's smiling to himself, eyes fluttering shut.

You can't remember the last time you got a moment like this with him, just able to laze around in bed with nowhere to be. Noah wasn't running around or locking himself in his studio - nothing scheduled, nothing due. It was nice to finally be able to breathe with him in your arms again, and it was nice to know he wasn't worried about something for the first time in weeks. Maybe even months.

You let your eyes slip shut as you bask in the moment, fingers never leaving the home they made in Noah's hair. It's almost noon, you think, and you had already eaten breakfast. Maybe a quick nap wouldn't hurt... then you could get up and make some lunch for the two of you, or maybe finish the laundry you started last night. Sleep doesn't come to you, though, because you feel Noah move beside you, lifting his head up to bury against the crook of your neck.

You think nothing of it, even when you feel the ghost of his lips against your skin. You sigh, a happy sound, and by instinct your fingers tug gently at his hair before letting your nails scratch at his scalp again. You feel him whine rather than hear it, feeling the vibrations against your skin as he continues to trail kisses up your neck. Your eyes flutter open at the first roll of his hips against your thigh, and heat swirls in your stomach.

Oh.

So, you’re definitely not about to take a nap.

You thought he had been asleep, and maybe he was on the brink, but you think your little tug woke him up. You gasp quietly when you feel his teeth graze the skin of your neck before another sloppy kiss is pressed there, his hips rolling into your thigh again. You can practically feel him growing harder with every roll, the sweats he's adorning leaving nothing up to the imagination.

With another scratch to his scalp, your fingers tangle in his hair again, tugging much harder than you had moments prior. The force was enough to pull Noah's head back only slightly, inches away from your neck, and the sound he released was so delicious it had you shivering. He grinds against you again, this time with purpose, and you hear a faint hum of your name as he tries to press another kiss along the length of your neck.

"What is it, baby?" You mumble out, voice hoarse from barely speaking today.

Noah doesn't reply in words, instead lets out a few broken noises in response before attaching his lips back to your neck, another desperate roll of his hips against your thigh. You pull his head back again.

"Use your words, Noah."

It's been so long since you've shifted into this dynamic, usually Noah being the one to have the control recently. You loved that you were able to shift back and forth, because sometimes you needed him to be the one under you. Something shifts in his eyes as they widen and his tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, still not saying a word.

You sigh, tugging at his hair once more. "Don't make me ask again."

"Just..." He finally manages to whine out, pupils dilating. "Miss you."

"I'm right here, baby."

"I know, but..." He groans, trying to bury his face back against your neck, hips rolling into your thigh again. "I miss you."

"Hm..." You hum as you card your fingers back through his hair, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him. Your stomach flips at his dilated pupils, big brown eyes staring at you with such need that you physically have to restrain yourself from surging forward and kissing him right then and there. "My poor baby. I can tell you miss me a lot, yeah?"

He nods, a bit too desperately, pressing himself against your thigh again. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep any noises of yours at bay.

"Yeah." He mumbles and his tongue darts out to slide over his bottom lip again, eyes watching you closely. "Miss you. Need you.”

For some reason those words strike a chord within you, your heart clenching beneath your chest at his confession. You couldn't help but get emotional sometimes whenever he gave this part of himself up to you, putting all his trust in your hands. There was a time where that was rare, and in your years spent together, you watched the walls he built around himself slowly come down. There was no better feeling in this world than having his trust, and you would never take it for granted.

You scratch at his scalp again and smile at the way his eyes flutter shut, body shuddering against yours. "You have me, sweet boy."

He whines again, a pathetic sound, and you take the chance to lean forward, lips pressing against his for the first time in hours. The last kiss you shared was innocent, early in the morning when you had made breakfast for the two of you - this was the complete opposite. It was full of need, Noah whimpering into your mouth as your free hand slid between your bodies, pressing against the front of his sweats. His hips cant forward, pressing into your touch, and you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing.

"Shit." He hissed against your lips and you took it upon yourself to slip your hand past the hem of sweats and boxers, letting your fingers wrap around his length.

"Oh." You gasp quietly once you have a firm hold on his cock, thumb brushing over the tip. "All for me?"

He nods quickly, lips brushing against yours as his hips roll into your fist. "Yes. You. All for you."

Pride swells up beneath your chest and your hand strokes up and down his cock a few times. The angle is awkward, and with a very displeased sound from the boy beside you, you let go for just a second to push him onto his back. You roll onto him with ease, hips pressed firmly against his aching cock. He arches up off the bed with a loud noise, and you take a moment to admire the way he looks beneath you.

Cheeks flushed, lips slick and bitten and parted beautifully, brown eyes hooded as he stared up at you. All fucked out, out of his head, and you've barely even started.

"Oh, look at you." You can't help but reach down, swiping your thumb over his bottom lip. "Aren't you just the prettiest thing, hm?"

He nods, a deep groan escaping him as your hips roll over his for a second time. His mouth follows your thumb and before you can pull it away, his lips part. You watch with widened eyes as his lips wrap around your digit, slipping into his mouth with ease and out of curiosity your thumb presses down against his tongue. You feel him hum around it, a delicious sound, and you press harder, further.

"Such a pretty boy... especially with your mouth full." You feel his cock twitch beneath you, the bounce having you sucking in a breath as your hips roll without much thought. "How do you want it, baby? My hands? My mouth?"

You're not sure how you're even making complete sentences, the feeling of his tongue circling around your thumb having your brain feeling like complete mush, but you push through it. This is about him. His brows furrowed and he shakes his head, hands coming up to grip your hips, grinding you down against him again. You gasp.

"Oh. Baby wants me to fuck him?" He nods, whatever noise that leaves him being muffled by your thumb. You slowly pull it away from his mouth, dragging it down his chin. "Words, Noah."

"Yes, please." He breathes out, voice already wrecked. "Please, please, please."

"Shhh." You hush him, grounding your hips into his one more time - nice and slow. "I got you. I'll give you what you want."

You don't waste any time after that, sitting up on your knees to tug your sleep shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. Noah groans beneath you and with the way his cock twitches under your hips you're sure he's more than pleased to see that you wore nothing else underneath. You grin down at him, admiring the way his skin flushed from his chest up to the tips of his ears before leaning down, pressing another kiss to his lips. It doesn’t last long until you're trailing your kisses down his body, trying to taste every part of him that you could.

This was about getting him out of his head and letting him continue to not worry about everything like he typically would. Sometimes when he was home he’d be… sort of a nightmare, fixated on the next song, the next tour, the next merch drop. You didn’t want that. You wanted him relaxed, without a care in the world in that pretty little head of his. Tomorrow he can go back to his worried self, but today… he’s yours, and you’re going to do everything in your power to have your boy feeling like putty once you’re finished with him.

Your fingers hook in the waistband of his sweats and boxers, not wanting to waste anymore time. He was squirming beneath you, becoming impatient, and you’re selfish enough to admit you can’t wait much longer to have him inside of you, either. The thought of his cock had heat shooting straight to your core, and you tugged at his sweats. He immediately got the hint, hips rising off the bed and he helped you shimmy them off his body, discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

“Pretty boy.” You gasped, eyes widening at the sight of his cock resting against his stomach. You subconsciously lick at your lips, the need for Noah growing more and more by the second, and your fingers hook into your own underwear, sliding them off with haste. “All mine?”

He nods, words being followed by a whine as his eyes watch you toss your underwear to the floor. “All yours.”

You smile in response but can’t help yourself from leaving forward, licking a stride up the base of his cock all the way to the tip. He shudders beneath you, especially when you place feather light kisses around his tip before crawling back up his body.

“Baby…” He groans, hands reaching for you.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. That wasn’t nice of me.” You giggle despite your apology, lips finding home against Noah’s yet again. “No more teasing, okay? No more. Promise.”

You pull back and sit up on your knees again, hips shifting over Noah’s. His cock twitches beneath you and you don’t stop the moan that falls from your lips. Your head drops to watch the way his cock slips between your soaked folds, tip nudging against your clit. He shudders again, hands gripping your hips to stop you.

“Wanna…” He takes a deep breath to collect himself, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Inside. Wanna be inside. I’ll come if you keep going.”

You giggle, a little breathless, and nod at his words. “Already so worked up? How cute.”

You lift your hips up just slightly as your fingers wrap around him, lining him up with your entrance. You caught his eyes just as you began to sink down on his cock and the sight was... everything. From the way his brows furrowed, his pretty lips parting as you slowly sink further and further, and then the way his body arches the second you bottom out. You gasp, the arch of his body pressing him deeper into you, and your eyes flutter shut at just how deep he was.

"Shit, Noah." You moan out, your current facade breaking for just a moment. “Always feel so fucking good, baby. Oh my god.”

You give yourself just a moment to adjust to his cock, no prep making the stretch burn slightly more than usual - still delicious all the same. With a sigh of pleasure, you rise and slowly drop, the slow drag of his cock making the both of you moan in unison. The hand that was on your hip slid up your body to the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. Your lips slide together messily as you roll your hips into his, picking up speed.

“Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” He pants against your mouth, no longer kissing you, too consumed by the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

You sit up again, resting your hands against his chest as you continue your relentless grinding, gasping every so often whenever Noah’s thrusts would meet your own. You knew he was close, so worked up and overwhelmed even before he had gotten inside you. A part of you wants to tease him, get him so close to the edge before stopping completely. You want to see him cry, feel him shake underneath you and hear him beg for you to keep going, but today wasn’t the day for that. No, your poor boy was already there, cock twitching inside you with every roll of your hips, and you weren’t that far behind him either.

“Baby.” He gasped out, fingers digging into your hips as you grounded into him. “Gonna… fuck, ‘m gonna…”

His words get stuck in his throat and you stare down at him in awe, truly captivated at how beautiful he looked beneath you. Skin flushed the perfect shade of pink, brows knitted together and mouth dropped open, the most delicious noises leaving him. You’re not even sure if he even knows what he’s saying at this point, too consumed by you and the way his cock feels buried inside your pussy. You grin lazily down at him, giving another slow, deep roll of your hips, nails digging into his chest.

“Yeah? Gonna what? Use your words, pretty boy.”

“Oh.” It’s a choked sound and you feel his cock twitch inside of you the exact time you clench around him, and you swear his grip on your hips will leave a bruise tomorrow. “Fuck. Gonna come, ‘m gonna come. Please, please, please, baby please.”

“You can come.” You sigh out in pleasure, never stopping the movement of your hips. “Fuck, yes, you can come. So good for me, baby.”

With a few more sporadic thrusts from Noah he stills with a choked sob, cock twitching while he spills inside of you. You moan at the feeling, body shuddering as he fills you up, and it almost pushes you over the edge. Almost. You sit up and let a hand slide to your center, middle and ring fingers rubbing against your aching clit as you continue to ride him. Your body slumps forward the second your orgasm crashes into you, burying your face into Noah’s shoulder as you cry out in ecstasy.

All that was left to be heard in your bedroom was the combination of both yours and Noah’s labored breathing. You stayed still for a moment, catching your breath, and smiled lazily to yourself when you felt his lips brush against the side of your head.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, voice low, and you could tell just how… gone he still truly was. “Needed that.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply just as tired, but your words get drowned out by the soft moan you let out when he shifts under you, reminding you of his now softening cock still buried inside.

“Fuck.” He whimpered next to your ear, obviously sensitive from you still wrapped around him, but made no effort to move just yet.

You pull back to finally stare at him, heat swirling in the pit of your stomach again at just his fucked out he looked. Eyes barely open, the happiest little smile on his lips, cheeks stained with tears that you must’ve missed during your climax. He whimpers again, pathetically at that, when you roll your hips and clench around him one last time, his body shaking under yours.

“Sorry, my love.” You mumble, sitting up fully and then reaching down to wild at his cheeks. “Just look so beautiful like this. Can’t help myself.”

You could easily take him again, and you knew he’d let you, especially with the way his cheeks flush at your compliment. He’d probably let you take him six more times if it meant not parting from you - when he got in this headspace all he ever wanted to be was closecloseclose. Though, instead, you rise on your knees and the two of you groan in unison when his cock slips from you, the mess between your legs becoming very apparent.

“Come on, shower time.”

It takes a second to finally get him out of the bed and into the bathroom, and you knew with the way his eyes were fluttering every five seconds you had about ten minutes before he’d pass out from exhaustion. You speed through the shower and before you know it, you’re back in bed with Noah’s face buried against your chest once again. This time sleep does find you both, and you nap into the afternoon with a grin on your lips and your boy in your arms.

[littlefireball]

Can I request something similar to YS|Oops

So pretty much same scenario but instead all of Ateez walks in on Yeosang ×reader right whe she starts squirting and they join in taking turns making her squirt and watch yeosang send her into sub space? And if your comfortable with it while in subspace she gets so much pleasure she starts to let go of her bladder? Etc?

~🐈‍⬛

haha actually im writing pt.2 as there are so many requests on wattpad 🤣i supposed to update yesterday but it took too long 🥹 it was my first time to write OT8 and it was quite hard😂i tried my best to write it better ahh but sorry i don't write pee/bladder

OT8|Oops! Pt.2 Sharing is caring (M)

Part 1 YS|Oops! is here

ᴏᴛ8 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ|ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ|ᴏʀᴀʟ|ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ|ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ|ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ|ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ|ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴍɪɴɢɪ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱɪʀ ᴋɪɴᴋ|ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ|ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏ|ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ꜱᴇx|ᴅᴏᴍ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ|ꜱᴜʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ|

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5ᴋ

“What? Wanna join us?" Yeosang's face wears an evil smirk. His face twisted into an evil smirk as he exposes you to the group without a care. Oh, because he knows, he knows you have this kink or even want to try something new but you never told him. It's just that he noticed it himself.

You couldn't help but let out a moan as he thrust deeply. Trying to stifle your sounds, you locked eyes with the stunned onlookers. They were unable to tear their gaze away from the sight of Yeosang moving in and out, and your body responding in kind.

“See, babe, they all want you.”

“What…oh fuck Sangie~” Your words are abruptly silenced by Yeosang's forceful thrust, plunging you into the depths of pleasure. You're on the brink of climax. You can't help but let out a loud moan - it's just a habit of yours.

"Ah~ah~" "Do you want to come, babe?" You arch your back as he intensifies his movements. A rush of ecstasy courses through your entire body, from head to toe. With your eyes shut tight, you can hear the rest of ATEEZ murmuring and cursing, especially San. Every time you call out 'Sangie', his cock twitches and stiffens even more due to your mispronunciation.

"Fuck, Sangie, please…" "What?" Yeosang looks at them all with a wicked grin, noticing they're all fully aroused now. They can't tear their eyes away from you.

It must be quite a sight to witness how intensely you climax.

Yeosang buries his face in the crook of your neck, picking up the pace to reach his peak. He thrusts rapidly, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, driving them all towards their climax.

Shit,shit,shit. Your moans are so gratifying, and they can't resist any longer. They NEED to have you, NOW.

"Sangie… Sang… ah fuckkkk!!" You squirt forcefully onto his cock, giving Yeosang endless pleasure as the warmth and wetness envelop him. "Fuck…" He also comes, filling the condom after a few more thrusts.

"You did amazing, baby. You squirted," he says, intentionally provoking jealousy and desire from the others. After all, sharing is caring.

Yeosang unlocks your handcuffs and hands them to Wooyoung after pulling out. Swallowing hard, Wooyoung takes the handcuffs back, his eyes still fixated on your chest rising and falling with each pant.

“Don't you want to taste her?” A gasp escapes Wooyoung as he considers the idea of indulging in a sweet and delicious experience. His mind is filled with erotic fantasies as he imagines the intimate act of pleasuring you—he is eating you out while you are sitting on his face, growling messily and creaming his face with your —

“Yah, fuck you man.” Wooyoung bursts out, rolling his eyes at the back. Oh my, no one expects he is so bold to ask to eat you out.

“How about you, Y/N?” Yeosang asks. Blushing, you are taken aback by his question and his perceptiveness. “You want it, don't you? I know you always want to try something new~” Seeing your silence, Yeosang leans down and whispers in your ears.

“I…yeosang…” You have no idea why he knows this secret but feel sorry for him. “It’s okay, baby.” He drops a kiss on your forehead. “Go help my buddy, hm? But of course you can say no.” “I'm okay.” With a smile on your lips, yeosang pecks at you once again before walking to the chair.

"Don't hurt her. "Yah, just watch me eat your girlfriend out.” As Wooyoung approaches you with a mischievous smirk, his gaze lingering on your enticing form, your heart races with anticipation.

“Sit on my face, y/n.” Startled, you stare at his lustful gaze without knowing how to do it. Even you have never sat on yeosang’s face.

“Don't be intense, y/n. It feels good.”With Wooyoung lying back on the sofa, he guides you to straddle his face, offering support and comfort. “Relax, I’m holding you.” As you settle into position, his hands caress your thighs and squeeze your buttocks, eliciting a shy moan from your lips.

“So sensitive.” Mingi and the others watch intently, their eyes fixed on your every move. The atmosphere is charged with excitement, and your body responds with a rush of heat and a quickened heartbeat.

“Fuck her with me, San. Don’t you want her too?""Shit.” San murmurs as wooyoung voices his mind. His member has been arching for a while when he sees you and yeosang having sex.

“Can you take both of us?” San asks softly as he lifts your chin. “Yes, please.” You nod with a murmur.

“Good.”As San unbuckles his belt and takes hold of your hair, guiding himself into your mouth, Wooyoung pulls you closer, his lips seeking yours. The sensations overwhelm you as you navigate the dual stimulation, feeling a mix of pleasure and intensity.

“Oh fuck!” San couldn't resist the urge to lean his head back and let out a deep moan as your warmth enveloped him in pure pleasure. With each deep thrust, he felt a shiver run down his spine from the touch of your tongues. It is a challenge to handle two men at once, but Wooyoung's skilled tongue explored every inch, licking up the juices and focusing on your most sensitive spot.

The room fills with moans and sighs as the three of you become entwined in a passionate embrace, each touch and kiss igniting a fire within. Despite the challenge of accommodating both men, you find yourself lost in the moment, surrendering to the shared ecstasy of the experience.

“Fuck, you feel too good.” As San withdraws slightly, leaving just the tip in your mouth before thrusting deeply, reaching the back of your throat, a loud moan escapes his lips as he quickened his pace. You struggle to contain the swirling sensation in your stomach as you try your best to accommodate his length.

Your body sways in rhythm with San's movements, causing your clit to brush against Wooyoung's lips. A surge of pleasure travels from your core to your entire body, urging you to bounce with more intensity. His tongue continues to swirl, savoring the juices that flow endlessly from you, delving deep inside with each provocative sucking sound, leaving you dizzy with desire.

"Damn…oh god…" The moans and curses blend together, making it impossible to distinguish who is making which sound as your mind struggles to keep up. All you can focus on are the gasps of pleasure from the men and the slick sounds of skin meeting skin.

The overwhelming sensations from both your lower core and mouth push you towards a state of chaos, heightened by the erotic symphony that echoes in your ears.

“I'm cumming.” With a few more powerful thrusts, San releases his essence into your mouth and pulls away, a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you, trailing down to your chin. “Wow, you look stunning.” Your moans intensify as wooyoung suddenly plunges deep and fast, his tongue adding to the sensation, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Oh my god!” You bounce even harder, chasing that peak, and wooyoung responds to your urgency, licking and sucking with fervor while giving you a firm spank. “Oh my goodness!” You climax on wooyoung’s face, breathing heavily as exhaustion washes over you.

“You did so well.” San gently pats your head, a smile playing on his lips. “Spit it out.” He hands you a cup, and you comply, letting the white liquid dribble from the corner of your mouth. “Damn.” He tenderly strokes your pink lips with his thumb, wiping away the remnants of his release. “Suck it.” You part your lips slightly, following his command, sucking on his finger.

He can feel the sensation of your tongue circling around his fingertip, causing him to utter a soft "Good girl." Your laughter fills the air as you release his finger with a gentle pop, earning a smirk from him in return.

"Now, it's my turn. You take too long," Wooyoung whimpers, pulling you down to sit on his thighs.

"Hey, use protection!" Yeosang interjects, tossing a condom to Wooyoung as he unties his pants.

"Yah! I know!"

"Ready to make you lose your mind," Wooyoung's face contorts into a mischievous smirk, a look usually reserved for the stage. He looks incredibly attractive.

"Ride me, y/n," he instructs after rolling the condom onto his hardened shaft. "Oh, yes, that feels amazing." A wave of pleasure washes over you as you sink down onto him, both of you unable to contain your moans of pleasure.

As exhaustion starts to set in, your legs weaken, almost causing you to fall onto Wooyoung's chest. "Feeling tired?" Wooyoung grips your waist and delivers a deep thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Gasps and moans escape your lips, your throat feeling tight as the intense sensations in your lower body overwhelm your senses, making it hard to breathe. His movements become more vigorous, your nails digging into his chest, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through him.

With your eyes tightly shut, you are unaware of the others, focusing on sitting up straight. They watch in awe as your chest, adorned with Yeosang's bite marks, trembles. "It's indeed soft," Yeosang remarks, causing you to blush and bite your lip as memories of his playful touches flood your mind.

"She must be craving something exquisite," Yeosang muses, unaware of Jongho's approach as you shut your eyes. A sudden cold touch on your chest makes you squirm, feeling the gentle movement of someone's fingertip.

"She's sensitive, isn't she?" Jongho's deep voice resonates in your ears, causing you to hum and tighten your grip on Wooyoung's cock in response.

“Let's see if our maknae knows where her trigger is.” As Jongho leans down to drop a kiss on your chest, you feel a ball of saliva swallow down your throat. Wrapping your arm around his head, you pull him closer, savoring the sensation of his tongue on your skin. He wastes no time in sucking hard on your nipples, his wet mouth leaving a trail of heat that ignites your senses.

His kisses are intense, his tongue exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh my…" you moan as Wooyoung moves faster inside you, his cock twitching with each thrust. Jongho's wet kisses leave a mark on your breast, neck, and jaw, driving you to the edge of pleasure.

"I'm about to cum," Wooyoung groans, his movements becoming more urgent as he reaches his peak. You climax with him, the warmth of his release sending you over the edge. They both groan in satisfaction as your juices drip onto Wooyoung and the sofa, a testament to the pleasure they've given you.

As Jongho releases your chest, you whimper, but he quickly moves behind you, pressing his muscular chest against your wet back. "Don't rush," he whispers, guiding you down onto his cock, filling you once again. Resting your head on his shoulder, he moves with a steady rhythm, his hands exploring every part of your body with care and precision.

"Show us how you're going to please her, Hojong," Wooyoung commands, watching with anticipation as Jongho takes control. Despite your exhaustion, the thrill of being exposed to all of them keeps you on edge. Jongho's hands grip your ass, guiding your movements as he thrusts into you, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He caresses the inside of your thighs, his other hand kneading your chest, his movements calculated to drive you wild. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and their groans as they all lock eyes on your soaked clit and jongho’s cock moving in and out of your cunt, a symphony of pleasure that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

“Wanna be rough?” Jongho's warm breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Please," you whisper, his right hand tightening around your neck while his left hand secures your arms behind your back. With each intense and deep thrust, a muffled sound escapes your lips, unable to scream.

As the sensation of suffocation grips you, black spots dance before your eyes. The pain in your neck mixes with the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your body, blurring your consciousness.

Beneath you, the movements are anything but gentle, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Multiple orgasms leave you drained, but Jongho shows no mercy. There is no respite, only relentless thrusts that delve into the core of your being. Your stifled cries morph into choked sobs as he releases his grip on your neck.

“Jong─” "Do you dare to moan out his name, y/n?” Yeosang's warning jolts you, causing you to halt mid-sentence, much to the surprise of the others. "I…I'm sorry," you stammer, sensing Jongho's mischievous delight in the situation as he releases a wicked chuckle. Known for his love of teasing, it's no wonder he's reveling in this moment.

"Remember not to say my name, hm?" Jongho's warning is cut short as he abruptly pushes you down, forcing you onto all fours. The suddenness of his actions elicits a string of expletives from you as he thrusts into you with unrelenting force, hitting your deepest depths without an ounce of mercy or tenderness.

The mix of pain and numbness sends shivers down your spine, as Jongho grips your hair tightly and continues his primal onslaught. Gasping for air, the intensity of the sensations overwhelms you, causing a blend of pleasure and agony that leaves you on the brink of losing control.

Tears stream down your face, your moans now intermingled with sobs as the overwhelming sensations render you speechless, reduced to incoherent sounds of ecstasy and torment.

“Slow…slow…down…please…ah fuck!!”

“What did you say?I can’t hear.”

“Hm…please jo─…"

"Say my name or I won't stop," he demands. Yeosang’s eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to comply, knowing the consequences if you give in. A reminder of his past roughness when you challenged him.

Suddenly, Jongho's hand connects with your buttocks, leaving a stinging mark and snapping you back to the present. "Moan for me," he commands, his voice a potent trigger that compels you to obey. Your moan fills the room, drawing a dark look of jealousy from Yeosang, who knows you only heed Jongho's words.

Jongho's thrusts quicken, his movements erratic as he nears climax. With a powerful thrust, he buries himself fully inside you, eliciting a gasp and a wide-mouth of pleasure from you. His hand finds your clit, expertly teasing and pressing, pushing you to the edge. "Please, I… I…" you plead, the sensations overwhelming you.

"Do you want to cum?" Jongho's touch on your clit ignites a fire within you, coiling tight in your stomach. "Look at your jealous boyfriend," he taunts, knowing Yeosang's eyes are fixed on the scene. The impending punishment for your disobedience hangs heavy in the air.

“Cum, y/n.” As Jongho relentlessly pushes you to your limit, you struggle to hold on.“Gosh!” With a final, powerful thrust, you reached a peak, wetting jongho’s cock and causing Jongho to release with a gasp of pleasure.

Collapsing onto the sofa, you are overcome with exhaustion, unable to even sit up straight. "I need to take a bath," Jongho says and withdraws from you before heading to the bathroom.

Before you could react, you were enveloped in a warm embrace. Yeosang, his eyes now filled with tenderness, pulled you close. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked softly, his earlier anger seemingly a distant memory. You nodded wearily, resting your head on his shoulder.

"You did well, my love. But it seems that someone has broken the rules," he says, his words causing your eyes to widen in surprise. Before you could offer an explanation, he silences you with a finger on your lips.

"Let me see if you require punishment." Beneath his angelic facade, you sense a hint of malevolence.

With effortless grace, he scoops you up in his arms. "Would you like to try something new, my darling?" he inquiries, before placing you on the lap of Mingi, who sits half-naked on the massage chair. Mingi's large frame and impressive endowment set him apart from the others.

"You may only moan my name, understood?" he instructed, planting a gentle kiss on your temple before moving towards the sofa. "Yes, sir," you obediently replied, causing Mingi to whimper with desire. His alpha instincts were on the brink─he yearned to take you so fiercely that you would beg for mercy.

"Are you ready for me?" Mingi lifted your chin with his strong hand, locking eyes with your gaze filled with lust. "Yes," you murmured as he traced your lips with his finger.

Lifting you with a firm grip on your thighs, Mingi guides you down onto his impressive length. The size difference makes it a challenge for you to accommodate him, his girth filling you completely.

A gasp escapes your lips as your breath quickens. Mingi is just as sensitive as you, his member responding to every subtle movement.

"Are you alright?" "Yes…yes…" You weakly nod, trembling as you begin to move. Gripping his neck, you lean in to watch as he enters and exits your core, unable to take him in fully.

"Are you adjusting well?" Unbeknownst to you, Yunho has moved behind you, his gentle touch sending shivers down your spine.

"She's doing her best," Mingi smirks, enjoying the sight of your reactions. "Then you should assist her," Yunho suggests, pressing the 'down' button on the chair, causing it to recline slowly.

"Hmm…" Mingi's thrusts grow deeper, causing your toes to curl. Pressed against Mingi's chest by Yunho, a kiss on your neck is followed by a soft whisper, "Can you handle both of us at once?"

"I…I…I can, please," you stammer, surprised by your newfound confidence. Burying your face in Mingi's neck, Yunho joins in, sliding his length into the same entrance.

"Oh god! You're so tight!" Yunho groans at the sensation of your walls squeezing his sizable member. His length is even longer and thicker, intensifying the pleasure for all involved. Holding himself up with both hands, he pushes in a little and pulls out until only the tip is inside. Mingi, also, gently thrusts upward.

The intense friction between their bodies sends waves of unprecedented pleasure coursing through all three of you, eliciting messy moans that fill the air with a heady blend of scents and passion. As they thrust rhythmically, the sensation of double penetration overwhelms you. With each withdrawal and thrust, the intensity builds, driving you to the brink of release.

Struggling to contain your moans and cries, your mind is consumed by the chaos of pleasure. Their groans mingle with yours, their hands caressing your body, igniting a fiery heat within you that threatens to consume you. As Mingi's movements grow more urgent, you cling to him, nails digging into his skin, a mix of pain and pleasure fueling his desire to push you both to new heights.

In the heat of the moment, as Yunho matches Mingi's pace, the tightness in your bodies builds, signaling the impending release. The overwhelming sensations drive you to the edge, your moans turning to desperate cries as you teeter on the brink of climax.

"S-Sir," you gasp, knowing Mingi's weakness for the title, feeling his response in the arch of his body. With a plea for release, you surrender to the intensity of the moment, urging them on as you reach the peak of pleasure. Finally, as they both find their release, the culmination of your shared passion pushes you to reach the climax.

The knot in your stomach breaks as they pull out of you. “That’s incredible.” Yunho whispers, caressing your head as a comfort. Mingi wants to stand up but you collapse on him with your legs just like jelly, almost unable to support your body.

“Hey yeosang, your girlfriend almost passes out.” Yeosang laughs as he picks you up, whispering in your ears, “Baby, you are so good for us. Let’s clean up first, hm?” You nod, having no energy to say a word.

The warm water cascading down on your tired body felt like a soothing balm, washing away the physical and emotional exhaustion that had consumed you moments ago. Yeosang’s touch is gentle yet firm, a silent reassurance that he is there for you, that he cares for you deeply.

Lifting your chin, he places a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay now?” As you slowly regain your strength, you respond to him with a smile, “Yah.” “You’re so amazing, babe. But you still have two guests.” Oh yes…Hongjoong and Seonghwa…you remember they return to their room after yeosang picks you up to the bathroom.

“They have a surprise for you.”

Once you are clean and refreshed, Yeosang wraps a soft towel around you and leads you back to the bedroom. You can’t see anything as they turn off the light, only hearing a metal colliding sound.

“Oh here you are, y/n.” Seonghwa's voice makes you shocked a little bit as his hands reach down to hold yours.

Click The sound of the handcuffs locking your hands echoes, the cold touch of the metal makes you realize that you're handcuffed.

“You guys are watching fifty shades of grey, right?” Not knowing when Hongjoong moves behind you, he gently removes the towel and begins to caress your clit.

You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder, as you feel his fingers exploring your sensitive areas with a firm touch.

Suddenly, a warm, wet sensation envelops your clit, causing you to arch your back and press closer to Hongjoong.

"Feel good?" Seonghwa whispers, burying his face in your lower body and planting soft kisses along the way. The desire within you ignites once more, despite your exhaustion, as if your cravings have never been fully satisfied.

Seonghwa's movements become more intense and rapid, his long tongue delving into your core, expertly licking and sucking on your most sensitive spot.

Your hands find their way to his head, urging him to delve deeper and provide you with even more pleasure.

A sharp spank brings you back to reality, the force behind it causing you to cry out in surprise.

"You have a good pussy," Hongjoong remarks, delivering another firm spank that leaves a mark on your tender skin.

Each time his hand connects with your ass, the impact causes a delightful bounce that Hongjoong clearly enjoys.

Soon, your screaming is cut off by a kiss. Yeosang grabs your chin to give a passionate kiss, claiming you are his, only his.

You yield to his advances, allowing him to take the lead as his movement grows more urgent, more possessive.

Every time hongjong spanks you, you let out a whine and each vocalization causes vibrations that drive Yeosang closer to losing control.

He needs you to moan louder.

Parting your lips, Yeosang releases your chin. "Gotta play something," he says before disappearing into the darkness.

"Ha…ha!" You barely had time to process his departure before Hongjoong spanked you again. "How can you be so easily distracted?" you stammered. "I… I'm sorry."

"Don't be too hard on her, Hongjoong," Seonghwa interjected softly. But then, without warning, he plunges his tongue and fingers into your wet pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from you.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim. Yeosang returns just as you are getting lost in the moment. You can’t see what he handed Seonghwa, but the sound of it brings you back to reality.

"Can you handle this?" Seonghwa asks as he sets the vibrator to its highest setting. The vibrating sound makes you swallow nervously.

"Yes, please… Hiss!" Before you can finish your sentence, he places the vibrator on your clit. The intense vibration sends numbness through your body, causing you to instinctively close your thighs.

"Open wide," Seonghwa commands. "Sorry, sorry… Fuck!" You moan as he moves the vibrator up and down and even gives a hard press. You can feel the tightness creeping up your cunt as you are going to climax.

Your body is totally in a mess, every small movement brings you to the edge.

“It’s time to take mine, girl.” Hongjoong voice is a little bit higher than others but still full with lust and desire. He steps forward as his cock presses against your ass, rubbing your entrance as if teasing you. “Ready?” Grabbing your shoulder, hongjoong enters your other hole in one go, making you scream as a new sensation washes over your body.

“Oh my god, so tight!” Hongjoong pumps into you with all his might, colliding your soft flesh and sending shivers throughout your body, like electricity coursing through your veins. Your lower core is pushing forward from hongjoong’s movement and Seonghwa’s tongue thrusts even deeper. His warm breath falls on your soaked clit, combined with the sucking sound, making you crave more.

Seonghwa suddenly takes out the vibrator and puts it on your clit again, repeating it as if never tired to tease you. “Want more?” “Yes, please.” As Seonghwa is going to push the vibrator into your cunt, yeosang stops him.

“You can say more dirty things, can you?”

“I want more, please.”

“You know I don’t only want this, darling.”

“Please, I want the vibrator deep inside me.”

“Oh?Only vibrator is enough?” Hongjoong thrusts so hard in a sudden, and you

almost burst out his name but you stop immediately.

“No, no, sir. Please, give me more, all of them.” All your rational flies away as taking control by these three men make you slip into a subspace.

“Good girls can get rewards, can you be good for us?” Yeosang thrusts his fingers into your wet pussy, thrust with every word.

“Yes…!Yes..!Please, sir!”

“But who breaks the rule?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“She’s just too excited.” Hongjoong smirks as he pulls your hair back, causing you to arch in a provocative position. With a sharp, intense thrust, he inadvertently hits your G-spot, eliciting a whimper of overstimulation from you. His smile widens as he repeats the motion, hitting the same sensitive spot once more.

The impact of his balls against your ass cheek adds an extra layer of sensation for both of you, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room alongside your desperate pleas and moans, drawing groans of approval from the other men present.

"Cum, my doll, you're almost there," Hongjoong murmurs, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck. The vibrator, now in place of Yeosang's fingers, delves deep into your core, making your legs tremble from pleasure.

"Such a beautiful mess you make when you come," Yeosang's voice is a seductive whisper in your ear, his words pushing you closer to the edge.

Unable to resist any longer, you clench tightly around Hongjoong's cock with your backside and climax, the vibrator aiding in your release. As you reach your peak, Hongjoong follows suit, finding his own release as he thrusts one final time.

“Girl, what's your word?” “Green…green…” “Right.” Yeosang guides you to the bed, where you sink into the soft sheets, feeling utterly drained.

“Please, sir. I can't take it anymore.”

“Yes, you can. Just one more, hm?”

“You can take it.” He murmurs, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Just let us take the lead, babe.” As you struggle to keep your eyes open, the gentle touch against your back threatens to lull you into a deep slumber.

Your hands are held firmly above your head by Hongjoong, while Seonghwa effortlessly lifts your thighs, leaving your lower body suspended in the air.

"How hard do you want to be fucked tonight? Answer me, Y/N." Seonghwa asks with a deep voice.

"Just use me as your own fuck doll, please," As drowsiness overtakes you, any sense of inhibition fades away, and your awareness becomes hazy.

“As you wish, doll.” Seonghwa plunges into the depths without warning, causing you to arch your back and gasp for air. Your legs tremble as he begins to move, the slickness of your arousal allowing for a seamless rhythm. "Ah…hm…" You whimper at the cool touch on your chest, Yeosang cupping your breast, his fingers teasing your nipples as he peppered your cheek with kisses.

“Follow me, hyung.”

Yeosang and Hongjoong playfully toy with your nipple, their tongues sending shivers down your spine as Seonghwa continues his gentle thrusts. "See, it's easy to excite her." With a soft hum, those were the last words you heard before succumbing to exhaustion.

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You awaken to find that the night has passed and your lover has still not returned from their commitments. The prolonged period of love making has left your body stiff and achy, causing you to tremble as you move about.

"Ahh~~when will you return, Sangie?" you lament softly, seeking solace in the fabric of his t-shirt that adorns your form. The absence of his embrace, his tender caresses, and his reassuring presence leaves you feeling bereft. It is a rare vulnerability that only Yeosang is privy to, the aftermath of your intimate moments together.

The creak of the door interrupts your reverie, prompting you to hasten towards the entrance despite the discomfort in your limbs.

"We're back y/n," yeosang announces, and you cannot contain your joy as you throw yourself into his arms, clinging to him like a koala as he enfolds you in a protective embrace.

However, his attention is soon drawn to a detail that escapes your notice. "Hey, babe, are you not wearing a bra?" he queries, his gaze lingering on your attire.

It dawns on you that you are in Ateez's dorm, not the privacy of your own home. The realization that you are clad in Yeosang's oversized t-shirt hits you, the loose fabric prone to slipping and revealing more than intended.

As you stand before them, a sense of longing and desire emanates from your being, reminiscent of the passion that had been witnessed the day before.

It becomes apparent that they have noticed you are wearing nothing beneath the t-shirt, igniting a spark of mischief and intrigue in their eyes.

“Baby, you want round two?”

Oops…

[gilverrwrites]

Have we discussed Roman’s separated wife hooking up with Bruce Wayne? You and Bruce have always been cordial, so when Roman doxxes you, Bruce lets you stay at the Manor and cry on his shoulder until the wine bottle is empty. He’s so nice and his hand is so warm on your cheek and oh Lord, it’s bigger than your face and you can’t remember the last time you felt safe while a man was touching you. You try to make a move, but Bruce knows he’s overindulged you (partially to get info about Roman but he’ll feel guilty about it later), so he stops you…but promises he’ll be more than ready and willing when you’re in your right mind and decide you still want this. You wait anxiously the entirety of the next day, until Bruce shows up at your door in the sluttiest t-shirt and sweatpants you’ve ever seen, his ginormous hand finding its place on your face again while the other one is slipping under the hem of your shirt.

Slutty top? You've hit a nerve anon, cause now all I'm thinking about is Brucie in a slutty little crop top, like sir put that washboard away before I bite it! Honestly, feral for anyone of any shape and size in a crop top, just show me your belly, please. Yeah, that would work on me.

But to answer your question, no we have not discussed this but we certainly can!!!!

Like, I can say earnestly, when he invited you to stay with him, sleeping with you did not cross his mind; he was purely thinking about;

Helping you get out of a bad situation

Good for the Brucie Wayne image (so long as the press don't get wind of it until you've found somewhere permanent to move too)

(as mentioned) Chance to get info on Black Mask

But the moment you flash that perfectly poised smile, even though you’re clearly on the brink of tears, he's thinking ‘Uh oh. I'm in trouble.’

He never thought much of you while you were with Roman, if maybe a little bit sorry for you. The extent of your relationship was occasional networking with Bruce at events, and Batman peeking through your windows at night to check on you when Roman was at his worst or imprisoned.

It helps that he thought you were pretty.

But now, as he's getting to know you on a personal level, seeing that you're stronger than he'd thought, and smarter. You're letting down walls and actually relaxing, and in his domain at that! It stirs something within him.

And for you, like Roman and Bruce are the same age, from similar backgrounds, similar personas for the public (charming and rich) but it's crazy to see how different they really are.

When you talk, Bruce isn't just waiting for his turn to speak, he listens.

There's no coercion when you set a boundary, he just respects it. Which funnily enough makes you more willing to share. He's just so easy to trust.

When you ask about interesting pieces around his house, he doesn't brag about where it's from and what it costs. Instead, he tells you stories about his parents or his kids interacting with it.

He's funny, and respectful, not at all what you'd expected.

And did you mention handsome? Oh, he's very handsome. That dark hair and those blue eyes. The chiselled jaw and the dimples and he smells good too, you find that out after you bury your nose into his chest while he's carrying you to bed that first night. You're tipsy, and his house is a maze, he's just trying to help and not at all showing off his strength.

The same way he's just dressed so casually the following day when he comes to find you, this is what he always lounges around. He's totally not subtly flexing his glamour muscles as you open the door.

Now, Roman is by no means bad in bed. He's just, shall we say, selfish? He has a set way in life and sex that he expects you to live up to.

Bruce though? He's a giver. He can take, when appropriate, but right now, he knows what you need.

You need those big hands on your waist as he chases you into the bed with his mouth. You need them soothing your tired body, massaging all the stress out of your aching body. You need his thumb to rub circles into your inner thighs while he kisses, and sucks, and laps at your hot, wet sex. You need his long hard fingers pumping into that sweet little hole, again and again until you cum all over them.

And that is just the start.

But you know one other really important thing you need? Some goddamn aftercare.

He knows it straight away, shouldn’t have been surprised. But when your body immediately falls limp after he rolls off of you, when you look at him confused as he asks if you need anything he knows your life has been lacking kindness for so long that you barely even recognise when it's extended to you.

He's not good at the emotional stuff, at comforting words but he reasons that you probably don't need to hear it right now. Don't need to be reminded of your mistakes, of your past.

Instead, he pulls you into him, wrapping his warmth around you like a giant weighted blanket. Holding you until you accept his affection and melt into his arms.

Meanwhile, the False Facers can't breach Bruces security, can't get a good look into the Manor. Which means they don't know what you're doing there. But they know you're there, and that means Roman knows you're there.

And Romans not stupid, you sneaky, no good, selfish whore.

He gave you everything, and this is how you repay him? You nasty little bitch. And with Bruce Wayne of all people?

Don't get comfy, because the moment you step outside those gates, the second you let your walls down, he's going to rock your shit. You're going to pay for all the crap you've put him through, tenfold.

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

"𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐝"

synopsis: you’ve been ignoring geto and acting like a complete brat, so he makes you apologize but…will that be enough?

tags: angst for like a second, cunnalingus, oral, geto calls you a brat(duh), vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 700+

a/n: wish it was me

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Your phone buzzed with a notification, but before you could even see who had messaged you, your boyfriend grabbed your phone and tossed it aside.

“What the fuck, Geto? That was rude!” you snapped, sitting up and glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a challenging look, “Oh? You think that was rude? It’s funny because you’ve been being that all day.”

Your anger rose and you stood up, getting into his face, “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He didn’t flinch and instead grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m your boyfriend who’s trying his best to understand and be patient with you. But you’re making it hard.”

You struggled against his grip, but he was too strong for you.

But he let you go, watching you make your way to your shared room, trying to close the door on him.

Once in the bedroom, he pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you. 'You've been acting like a selfish little brat, you must want me to fuck that attitude out of you,' he growled, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand while his other trailed down your body.

“Tch- Geto let go-!”

“You don’t want that. If you did you’d stop acting like this.”

He took the corner of the bed sheet and wrapped it around your wrist, binding them to the corner post. 

You could feel the heat between your legs start to build as he leaned down and kissed your neck, trailing soft kisses down your body. He soon made it down to your heat, Without hesitation, he ripped everything off and buried his face between your legs.

You couldn't believe how good it felt. You tried your hardest, your absolute hardest to stop moaning or squirming as he lapped and slurped at your pussy, as his talented tongue exploring every inch of you.

He was relentless, not giving you a moment to catch your breath as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You were a whimpering, moaning mess, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but just as you were about to orgasm, he stopped.

'Please, Geto…,' you begged, but he ignored you as he crawled back up your body, his eyes dark with desire.

'Where are the big girl words now?' he asked, teasingly.

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to beg for it, to admit that you were wrong and that he was due an apology. And you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

'Please, Geto, I need you. I-I was rude, and I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. J-Just please, fuck me,' you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his face, trying to push him back in.


“If you’re really sorry”, he says while playing with your folds, “You can give me a few more, hm?” Geto growled, his lips going right back to eating you like a starved man.

'Geto, m'sorry,' you said again, your voice trembling as you looked down to him with lustful eyes.

'You want my cock, don't you?' he whispered, his eyes glowing with lust.

You nodded, breathing heavy and erratic.

'You won't get it,' Geto said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Only small whimpers escaped your lips.

'But don't worry, I have something else in mind for you,' Geto said, his voice low and seductive.


'Please, Geto,' you whimpered, voice filled with need.

'That's it, beg for me,' he growled, the vibrations from his words sending shivers through your body.

He continued to work you over with his lips and tongue, it seemed like your attitude had disappeared, replaced with raw desire and need for Geto's touch.

'Geto, I-I can't take it anymore,' you pleaded, your body on the brink of orgasm.

'Are you ready to apologize for your behavior?' Geto asked with a smug grin.

'Yes, yes, I'm sorry,' you cried out, desperate for release.

With one final flick of his tongue, Geto pushed you over the edge, you body convulsing as they came hard against his mouth.

“Well that’s too bad”.

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[peaterookie]

Lupin Week 2024 Day 4: AUs and Mythology

Goemon's face looks like he's seen a ghost.

ahhhh god ok my stupid stupid silly au i made a year ago.... this will be a bit long so get ready

tldr: lupin died, the gang is alive. goemon finds lupin but he's a shark merman!? and lupin remembers nothing!!!

long version:

so this AU follows upon the story of shin lupin, which basically, the gang gets killed off by zenigata because he rigged an island full of explosives.

instead of them all dying however, lupin decides to knock the gang unconscious and find a way for them to escape off the island safely, leaving only him in the island to die.

the rest of the gang had no idea how they escaped and assumed that lupin had sacrificed himself for them. they woke up adrifted on the ocean until they eventually got picked up by a ship where the invisible captain from new adventures returns. but ah ill spare the details for another day

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2 years have passed and the gang just kinda separated to do their own thing. we'll only focus on goemon cuz he's the featured character of this comic.

goemon decided to escape the life of crime that has burdened him for years living as a part of the lupgang. he's mostly a wanderer now and tries to do good and help people along the way

funnily enough, goemon is not the first person to find lupin, but I'll talk about this later. but goemon is definitely very mixed about seeing his friend who he thought was dead for years. he doesn't know whether to be happy or worried.

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lupin, at the brink of death after the explosion, plummets down the ocean and wakes up one day, feeling like he's been rebirthed!

essentially, lupin became a merman because right before he could die, his body (i mean what's left of it 💀) interacted with a magic crystal that has the ability to grant life to a living being.

It's really rare, but it exists in clusters deep in the ocean floor or- deep under the rocks of an island :) you can say im bullshitting, which i am but i dont think exploding an entire island down to every rock has happened before, so it can kinda make sense why something so coincidental about these crystals could happen. (I AM TOTALLY MAKING EXCUSES I JUST WANTED TO MAKE LUPIN A MERMAN.)

and so these crystals used whats left of lupins body and reassembled him back, and idk other essences of the ocean to make him a merman!

the memories of his past life have definitely been buried deep inside his brain to the point he can't remember any of it though, so he thinks that he was born under the ocean and has lived there for his entire life. other than that he retains almost everything about himself, down to stealing stupid shit and messing with humans just for the fucks of it. he's kinda seen as like a nessie.

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anyways, y'know how i said goemon wasn't the first one to meet lupin? that's because lupin has met zenigata before!

living a life with only fishes around means lupin's kinda lonely and likes to stalk humans sometimes. the interaction with him and zenigata did not end well though, and lupin has no idea why zeni wants him dead so much.

after that he's way more cautious around people that look like zenigata- hatted big men with guns. its gonna be fun once he sees jigen.

ok what else... i think that's all i want to reveal now. will i do more of this? maybe. maybe not. kinda embarrassed of this because of how silly it is but i hope you people find this interesting! byebye

[winchesterszvonecek]

Can’t really think of anything specific with Gabriel but just the idea of cuddly Gabriel makes me cry (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Like clingy and cuddly Gabriel?? Shot me now (lovingly)

Nothing Better - [ Gabriel ]

Summary: After a rough day you find yourself needing nothing more than a cuddle from Gabriel

Word Count: 886 short but hopefully sweet

Warnings: female!reader, sex references

A/N: it wasn’t really clingy gabriel but hopefully it was cuddly enough for you as it kind of went in a different direction than i meant it to

Masterlist | Gabriel Masterlist

You should have known he’d be waiting for you the moment you got back to the bunker. Should have known that the second you walked into your room you’d see him there, already under the sheets with that signature grin on his face. The one you’d normally love to see.

But tonight you just weren’t feeling it. You’d had a bad case. The worst case in a long time and you really weren’t feeling up to spending half the night with an archangel between your legs, no matter how fun and pleasurable it was.

Tiredly, you stepped into your bedroom that, low and behold, Gabriel was already occupying. You closed the door, glancing towards him just in time to catch that playful smile on his face, the sheets barely covering him as he waited for you to greet him like you normally did. Which was to throw yourself on him as you never were one to waste time. Not when it came to this anyway.

Only, tonight you didn’t. Tonight you didn’t even acknowledge him with anything more than a half assed smile that you had to force out as you peeled off your blood stained jacket, dumping it straight onto the floor instead of your laundry hamper.

“Baby?” Gabriel sat up a little, brow furrowing over your distant behaviour as this wasn’t like you at all. You hated mess so for you to leave your clothes lying messily about? Well that was the first sign that you weren’t exactly feeling like your usual self.

“Not now, Gabriel.” You sighed breathily, pulling off your t-shirt which quickly joined your jacket in a heap on the floor. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Everything okay?” He asked, growing worried when he got nothing but silence in response as you continued to undress.

The further you moved into the light the more he could see it. That faint redness to your otherwise glistening eyes and the deep, dark circles beneath them that were the starting point for the stains that ran down your cheeks.

Even as you rummaged through your drawer he could still see the way your lip never fully settled, trembling lightly with every quiet breath that parted them and it was clear that you’d more than likely only just finished crying.

“Come here.” He said softly, patting the bed next to him which had another quiet sigh escape your mouth as you misread his intentions.

“I said I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, clumsily throwing your night shirt over your head and ending up with your arm in the wrong hole, which might have pushed you to the brink had Gabriel not shuffled towards you to help you into it properly.

The second the material sat right on your shoulders his hands moved up, brushing your hair from your face before gently cupping it. His thumbs ghosted lightly across the blackened marks beneath your eyes, watching as they began to shimmer faintly in the dim light of the room.

“Rough day?” Gabriel said quietly, barely a nod of your head answering him as you couldn’t quite find the words to. He moved back across the bed, pulling the cover down and motioning for you to join him.

You were quick to do so, feeling that warmth seep into your body as you nestled yourself next to him, his arm draping around you the instant you settled. His chin landed atop your head, his other arm wrapping tightly around you as you buried your face against his chest, allowing the comfort he brought to fully engulf you.

It was a little strange for you to be like this as Gabriel never was one for cuddles, at least not like this as he happened to like the after sex cuddles you both shared, but that was mainly due to his likeness to see your reaction afterwards.

You weren’t exactly “exclusive” either, given what he was and nothing ever seemed normal with him. But in this moment, as you did nothing but lay in his arms where you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, it felt more normal to you than anything ever had. Only at the same time, you couldn’t help but worry that you were bothering him by being so down.

“You don’t have to stay with me, you know.” You whispered, your voice barely audible for even yourself to hear but luckily for you Gabriel had celestial hearing which meant he heard you perfectly. “If you have better things to do.”

“There isn’t anything better than this, sweetheart.” He said sincerely, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before his cheek came to rest atop it.

You nuzzled your own over his chest, where you could make out the gentle rhythm of his heart beneath your ear. Every quiet beat only brought you more and more comfort. Made you forget the day as the tension slowly faded from your body with every minute you lay there, neither of you saying a word as you simply enjoyed each other's company.

You didn’t know when you’d have this again. This moment. This peace. And so for as long as you were able, you’d be making sure to cherish each moment, as Gabriel was right… There truly was nothing better than this.

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[ken-dom]

tell me something about lars realizing how big his hands actually are

This unintentionally got kinda long for something that’s not really a fic, so it’s under a readmore! @heresthestorymorningglory gave me the most delicious idea for this and I’m giving her full credit for the bit where Lars thinks about choking.

(fluff and nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, choking mention, bruising)

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Lars knows he’s strong. He’s stronger than he realises, yes, but he knows he’s really good at chopping wood and that being good at it requires more than average strength. He knows he’s tall too; taller than most when he stands up straight. He knows he’s generally big, but he isn’t really aware of the effects his size can have.

Like how powerful it makes him feel when you’re pressed flush to his chest, fingers intertwined with his while you sway to the soft jazz that fades into the background as you tune in to one another’s breathing instead.

In a flash of inspiration, Lars dares to slip his hands out of yours and place them at your waist, holding you close to him. You can hear he's holding his breath. It's intimate, and, dare he think it, a little sexy to hold you like this, and when he’s overcome with a sudden urge to lift you, feeling bold, does just that — seamless, graceful and easy. He surprises even himself.

You feel small in his gentle, steady grip. His palms and fingers splay out over your back, softly exploring. He covers almost every square inch, and he likes that. He likes feeling big and strong when he holds you, like he’s protecting you, keeping you safe… making you his.

The realisation of his actual hand size, though? That comes later on. When your physical relationship develops from chaste kisses and innocent handholding to making out and touching.

Sliding inside your underwear, his fingers are caressing and careful. His breath catches in his throat and his cheeks burn when he feels how wet you are, and his head swims because this is just as he’s imagined it would feel. Better somehow. Real.

When his middle finger strokes through your folds and pushes inside, he gasps at how tight you feel around him. He’s stretching you with just one finger, thick and long and elegant, beckoning you to the brink with a precision that makes you wonder how on earth he’s never done this before.

And later still, when he’s buried to the hilt inside you and his confidence allows him to explore his desires a little further, as his hips snap against yours, he considers how he could wrap just one hand around your throat. If you wanted it. He won’t do it. Not yet. But he likes how small your throat looks in comparison to his hands and the way his fingers could tighten around it. He feels a thrill run through him at how easy it would be. He knows it won’t be the last time he thinks about this.

The marks he leaves on your body are just as appealing. He apologises profusely the first time he leaves some, tears stinging his worried eyes while he’s busying himself with aftercare and comes across a series of fingertip shaped bruises at your hip. Those very fingertips trail over the purpling flesh as he wracks his brain, trying to think of ways he could make this better, make it up to you.

'I've hurt you,' he sniffles, trying to pull himself together.'

'I liked it,' you answer, surprised he doesn't already know.

He never thought you’d actually enjoy it, the way he did when he lost control and growled into your ear that you’re his, holding your hips still in his unfathomably tight grip while he ravaged you, and his fingertips dug so deep into your flesh that your own pleasure peaked with a strangled cry of bliss.

Blushing, he looks a little closer, this time with admiration in place of concern. He smirks when he really sees for the first time just how big his hands must be, just how powerful and strong. And most importantly, what they can do to you.

[soxma]

“COMFORT”

ooc!yuuji x reader

‼️ANGST‼️

this is my first fic and its very rushed so :’(

I looked at passerby as I continued to make my way home, something I couldn’t even call mine anymore as it felt like nothing but an unfamiliar melody. The air felt heavy, every time I breathed, I felt my lungs grow full of water instead of air. “I should move back to Sendai”, I thought. Tokyo was a beautiful place but a change of pace would be nice.

I made my way back to my apartment as I dropped my groceries on the floor, laying on the pile of clothes on the floor. My house was nothing but a mess. I could feel myself getting drowsy, slowly my eyes shut—not too long after my doorbell rings, “Yuuji!” I said happily jumping into his arms. “Heyyyy!” He smiles happily, scoping the scenery behind me, he frowns. “How long are you gonna live like this?”, “For as long as I can move on.” I buried my head into his chest, as he rubs my back for comfort. “I missed you, where have you been?” he lets out a soft laugh, “Sorry, Gojo kept us for a long time. He says the longer we stay the more disciplined we get..whatever he means..😒” he scoffs then he puts his hand to his head and smiles, “We have an upcoming mission, so that's probably why.” Whenever Yuuji has a mission my heart drops as he would come to my house looking like he’s on the brink of death, yet smiles at me and asks if there’s anything to eat. During those times I could only give him a teary-eyed smile back and say there would only be ramen, and he’d say “That’s perfect”.

“You just bought groceries? Does that mean we're eating good tonight?” He gleamed happily, I let out a giggle and said “Of course, gourmet even.” We made our way inside my house, it was kind of embarrassing to show him such a messy home yet knowing him he wouldn’t have a care in the world. “How have you been doing, pretty?” He says laying his arms on the other side of the counter, as I prepared the ingredients on the other side. I closed my eyes and smiled, “Well, as you can see the state of my home—I’ve been doing amazing!” I sarcastically said. “That’s why I’m here to make it even better.” His hands make their way to my waist and lay his head on top of mine, “Would my lady be interested in having a little date today?” I could feel my ears get red, as I tried my best to focus on cutting onions in hopes I wouldn’t cut myself. “Do you even need an answer to that?” He chuckles in response, “I know you need a change of pace, my love. Just relax today.” He kisses my cheek, “If you need any help let me know.” I hummed in response as I continued to focus on cooking. His footsteps got farther as I could hear him open the bathroom door, aaand…close. I stopped cutting onions and jumped in glee. I put my hands to my face, feeling the extra warmth of it. I practically screamed internally. “Oh! I should probably finish cooking before he comes out!” I thought as I rushed to finish.

“Hey pretty, ya’ done yet?” He grins, “Yup!”, “How about I go pack up this food and let's go out for a picnic, yeah?” I smiled shyly, “Sounds good to me!”. We made it under a perfect tree that covered us with the right amount of shade, all of a sudden the air that was once thick finally lifted and gave me a breath of fresh air, and he was what made it better. We laid out the blanket, and the food. I couldn’t help but take a picture to capture this moment, showing Yuji in the frame. His hands laid on top of his legs as it showed him intaking the scenery, his face wasn’t in the picture yet it was the best one I had taken in a while.

The entire day was perfect, I had forgotten all my troubles having his hand in mine. It was as if the silence had finally been lifted with nothing else but our laughter. Catching up on the things him and I missed while he was away. The moon illuminated our pathway back to my apartment, we giggled like we were children again back in Sendai. His pinky intertwined with mine as we walked slowly down the pavement. “I had a lot of fun today, Yuuji.” He smiled widely, “I'm glad! Hopefully you forgot about everything and will move on forward after this.” He stops and smiles gently, “—Wouldn’t want my pretty girl to always be sad now.” With my face flushed I didn’t even realize we were finally home, “Can’t you stay for the night?” He sadly smiles, “I wish but I have training tomorrow, pretty.” He caresses my cheek, “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.” I lit up in delight, “Really!?” I smiled widely as I hugged him tightly. I quickly went to go prepare for bed before he could say anything, he giggled and closed the door cleaning a few things up while I skipped my way towards the bathroom.

He laid in bed with me playing with my hair, humming a tune. “Oh I almost forgot, I think I lost my phone in your house—”, he frantically looked through his pockets searching for his phone “—Could you ring it for me, pretty?” I nodded my head, grabbing my phone and searched the ID caller, ‘Yu Yu 🤍’ my phone vibrated as it rung, bringing it up to my ear, yet it went straight to voicemail, you called, and you called yet the call went straight to voicemail “Baby, did you pay your phone bill?” You looked up at nothing but an empty room, you looked around in confusion, “Yuuji?” You called out his name yet all you were met with was silence yet again. You frantically looked for him around your house yet it was empty. You stopped to look at your front door…shoes…there was only one pair. You dropped to your knees, as tears welled up in your eyes. Bringing your phone back up against your ear as it rang..and it rang..and it rang. “Sorry, your caller could not be reached at this time—“ you looked down at the ID caller, bringing down your phone and opening your photos app. The photo you took earlier during the picnic, surely he was there—yet you were met with nothing but an empty sky. Memories started flooding back as to why you were in the state you were at in the beginning

riiinggg…riiiingg..

Your phone rang. Not even looking at the ID caller in hopes you picked up wishing it was Yuuji, though you were met with a womans voice. “(your name)?” It was Nobara, “It’s been 5 months, how long are you gonna stay there?” I leaned my head against the wall, I couldn’t answer her. “Yuuji is gone! When are you gonna move on?!” Silence. Nobara stayed silent as well for a while until she finally spoke up “He was my best friend too, y’know? Knowing him he wouldn’t want you to stay in that hell of a place you have!” She screamed “He would want you to move on—“, “What the hell is it with you and moving on?!” I cried out, not being able to hold it back any longer, “I fucking miss him! I couldn’t even say goodbye! How am I supposed to move o—“ I stopped, as I realized. I hung up the call with Nobara as I couldn’t contain my tears any longer. 5 long months of having him gone, this was the first time I finally cried. “Today..”, “You appeared in my dream to spend one last moment with me, didn't you?” because you couldn’t say goodbye, because I couldn’t move on. The closure you gave me, I could only smile bitterly with tears streaming down my face. “You said you would wait until I fell asleep, Yuuji.”

[yellowcry]

Next chapter to And will break what I need to break and But your sister is strong and rapid she's able to clean bare rocks

For @miracles-and-butterflies

Who am I if I won't give myself somewhere?

Isabela hadn't originally planned to check on Luisa even when the news of her waking up was broken out loud. What even she could say? They weren't close. Both too buried in their own ropes and the problems that came with it. And years passed like this. With them growing apart more and more until neither had an idea of a point when they could rebuild it. The new problem only made it worse. Luisa didn't just get a bruise or a splinter. Amputations weren't something that Encanto was used to. Such serious incidents were rare occasion. And while Mamá's food didn't have much effect in situation when flesh was completely severed, Isabela still could count people who lost a part of their limb (including Luisa) with the fingers of one hand.

Why hadn't Isabela done anything? If she o

got to the candle a second before, when her hift was working, Mirabel wouldn't end up inside. What if Isabela just got to Mirabel instead of aiming the roof for a candle. It Mirabel wasn't stuck in the middle of ruining Casita, Luisa wouldn't have to run into collapsing building to save her. It all was avoidable. But their roles pushed them to act this way. And they couldn't fix it.

Isabela still remembered how terror ate up her soul, digesting it into dark abyss. When she could only stare at both of her hermanitas nearly dying. When a giant towers fell on them. Crushing against the ground. (For a second she could swear she heard barely audible gutwretching yell) And then it was in ruins. She saw the blood leaking from underneath the rock next to Luisa. A red stain on the ground. And when they moved the rock enough to see dead flesh. It was strange to see Luisa's strong arm so lifeless. Unattached to its place but compressed and snapped again and again.

Isabela had to swallow the bile and act unbothered. Heavens knew she was in the better position than either of her sisters. She wasn't at the brink of death. And with their parents constantly making sure Luisa was alive amd Mirabel quietly hiding away, Isabela didn't knlw what to do. For the first time in forever she didn't have anyone to give her orders. Of how to act and what to think. And her acting skills weren't prepared to this occasion.

But, even if Isabela didn't plan on visiting Luisa, she still found herself in the hospital. Shifting her foot in front of the creaking door. Almost breathless. But no, she had to see Luisa. Even if she was afraid. Of facing her. Facing the guilt she felt. For allowing her sisters to be hurt.

"Hey, Luisa?" She whispered, peeking inside.

The yonger sister sat, dangling her legs off the hospital bed. Her only hand squeezed the air in a ring. She looked up, instantly pulling away. "Uhm.. Hi?" She muttered, eyetwitching.

Isabela stared ar it, narrowing her brows in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Luisa replied way too

fast. "What are you doing in here?"

Isabela purced her lips, trying not to look at the rest of the ripped off arm. She wasn't ready to face it. (Could she prevent it from happening?) "Just checking on you. How are you doing?"

Luisa groaned, pushing herself back. "I'm fine." She looked at the window, avoiding Isabela's face.

Isabela raised and eyebrow. She really doubted that Luisa was fine. Not like she could blame her. Isabela doubted she would be too happy to talk with in Luisa's place either. Especially taking a complete lack of relationship with eachother. "What are you doing in here anyway? Must be boring being locked like this."

"I'm trying to find my arm." Luisa replied before she could even think of it.

Isabela couldn't say anything. Shit.

"I doubt.. that you can.."

Luisa's hand clenched into a fist. "I do. I still.... I can feel it! I can... I couldn't lost my limb!" She shook her head, almost jumping from her place. "I couldn't..."

Isabela sat next by her sister, petting her shoulder. What else could she say? Witnessing Luisa like this wasn't something she was prepared to.

"I'm strong..." Luisa breathed out, taking Isabela's arm, making the older woman wince. Staring at her in despair "How the hell am I supposed to protect the family if I haven't protect myself? I just....I couldn't actually be hurt. It's some mistake. I swear."

[blue-howlite]

Hi)

Saw you wrote something for Pandora - such a pleasant suddenness ☺️

Could you write Xerxes Break x Reader one shot? 🥹 Maybe something when he wakes up and there she is to comfort him and reassure that he is still here?

Yessss I'm totally down for that! I love this idea it's just so cute and Xerxes deserves the love. I'll go with gender neutral reader if that's okay, I saw you used a feminine pronoun there but since there wasn't an explicit request for a fem reader I'll go with gn reader.

Xerxes Break x Reader, oneshot

Yn = Your name.

Type: pure fluff.

Warnings: some spoilers but that's to be expected, maybe a little thanatophobia trigger if you're very empathetic and sensitive, couple fluff and you and Xerxes being very intimate but that's it.

Author note: sorry for being so late, I had a sort of writer block but I'm happy to be back! Also sorry if it's kinda short. I'm guessing I'm the "quick but intense" kinda one shot writer at this point.

You woke up feeling a warmth pressing on your side.

You opened your eyes, only to find your partner, Xerxes, asleep and with his forehead touching your side, just below your chest. His expression was relaxed, although you couldn't say it was peaceful. There was something about it that made you worry about Xerxes.

As you looked up, you didn't see sunlight enter your room. The only light was the moon shining through your window, illuminating your lover's face. His body was messily wrapped under the sheets, as if he had moved in his sleep. He usually kept a little distance when sleeping, so you didn't feel his movements.

Gently, you placed a hand on his cheek. You immediately felt Xerxes lean in it.

«What's wrong?» you whispered, knowing he was awake by now, as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. He exhaled, then proceeded to bury his face in your side.

You turned so that he was now facing your chest, and hugged him. Xerxes didn't move, still pretending to be asleep.

You started gently stroking his hair and humming a tune, hoping that would soothe him enough to actually go back to sleep. Instead he hugged you, pulling you close and murmuring with his face still buried in your chest.

«If... if I open my eyes... I'm afraid I'll wake up from a dream... and I'll still be there, on the brink of death...» he said, his voice almost breaking.

You kissed his forehead, still stroking his hair with a hand and embracing him with the other arm.

«It's no dream, I promise. You survived, came back to me, and now we're in our room. It's alright.» you whispered softly.

He nodded, then turned his face to you and slowly opened his eye. Xerxes never talked about the trauma the experience of saving the world left in him. He never said how grateful he was to have made it out alive. He just stared into your eyes, slowly settling back into reality and fully waking up from the nightmare he just had. Even if you couldn't understand everything he went through and how he felt, you didn't need to; you just had to be there for him when he needed you the most and reassure him that he was there and alive.

He close his eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled as he opened them again. You were still there, he was still hugging you, in your shared room. His face finally gained the peaceful expression he usually had in his sleep and his most intimate moments with you.

«I love you.» he murmured. His voice sounded real too.

«And I love you.» you responded. Your voice sounded real as well, which reassured him.

He settled himself in your arms, his cheek against your chest, his ear listening to your heartbeat, as his own hand found place on his chest, to feel his heartbeat. Like that, he fell asleep again, as you held him.

The world was safe, he was alive, you two were together. Everything was truly alright.