#let me kiss ur beautiful brains

[mead-iocre]

Now just imagine the looks on Leah and Alexia's faces when they realise that their girls are talking to each other and getting along like 'oh no, oh no, oh no'

The Leah noticing that spoiled!reader has moved Hermes for brat!reader and being all 'oh this is gonna be rough for us, she never does that? Do you know how often she does that?! I've had to sit somewhere else so her bag can be on a seat! We're doomed!' with Alexia becoming more scared with each word coming out of Leah's mouth

YES YES YESSSSS

leah would notice first because she's the type to periodically sneak glaces towards the stands to check on her sweet (non-football loving) gf.

she expected to find her busy on her phone or reading the latest issue of vogue, so imagine her surprise when she looks over to see her chatting with a woman wearing a barcelona shirt???

during a water break, she approaches mariona asking her if she recognises who the woman next to her gf is and mariona goes "oh that's alexia's girlfriend. she's cool" and leah's like she better be ffs. leah's a little overprotective about spoiled!reader okay, but she feels better knowing that it's not someone weird who snuck into the friends and family section. at first, leah thinks its a good thing. that maybe having more friends in the stands will make her girlfriend enjoy coming to football matches more.

leah goes over to alexia since the match hasn't resumed yet and points them out to the spaniard. and alexia's like "oh that's--what the fuck?!" and leah's like "crazy, huh. your girl must be really special since mine willingly moved her bag off the seat for her-- she never does that by the way. I've had to give up my own chair sometimes"

and alexia just raises an eyebrow at her, mentally thinking "shit. her girl seems like a handful". before looking back at the two still chatting animatedly, spoiled!reader's hands flying everywhere as she talks and brat!reader listening just as intently.

alexia goes "my girl is usually not one to make friends so easily..."

"why is that?"

and then they both speak at the same time, "cos she's crazy" "is she crazy?"

and then they have that moment of realisation and just kind of look at each other with wide eyes. they simultaneously look towards the stands at their lovers and then back at each other again as it dawns on them.

then the referee blows the whistle.

match resume.

[diamond-reads]

listen here kae you are so evil for doing this to my wellbeing i am, as you so aptly put it:

kaeeeee loml what if i asked u for jeonghan + what? me? jealous? never.

ⵌ lawyer!jeonghan x lawyer!reader. ⵌ word count: 1,100~ ⵌ notes: alternate universe: office. hi, my light! do you remember saying "workplace rival yoon jeonghan that has the same academic validation kink as you"? because i do 😃 and here's a taste of it!

The firm's war room is alive with energy.

The partners are gathered, a sea of pinstriped authority, waiting to devour the presentations. You sit near the end of the long table, fiddling with the corner of your folder, pretending not to notice Yoon Jeonghan lounging next to you like he owns the place.

He doesn't, of course. Not yet. But the way he leans back in his chair, perfectly pressed suit catching the overhead light, gives off the impression that he thinks it's only a matter of time.

No matter how many late nights you put in, how thoroughly you prepped for cases, Jeonghan always seemed to glide in a hair's breadth ahead of you. Case won? Jeonghan had also just triumphed with an even bigger client. Article published? His had gone live the same day in a journal with more prestige.

It wasn't enough to be good. He always had to be better than you specifically, and he didn't even try to hide it. It's a game of chess that Jeonghan wins more often than not, much to your sheer annoyance.

"You look nervous," he drawls as one of the interns goes to set up the projector. His voice is low enough that only you hear.

"I'm not," you reply in a harsh whisper.

Jeonghan smirks, brushing imaginary lint off his sleeve. "Good. I'd hate for you to trip up before I get the chance to one-up you."

"Keep dreaming."

The partners call for the first presenter, and Jeonghan is on his feet in a single fluid motion. He glances down at you, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

"Watch and learn," he murmurs before strolling to the front of the room.

You hate how good he looks up there. Hate how effortlessly he commands attention, his voice smooth and confident as he outlines his wins from the last quarter. He's all charisma and sharp angles, throwing in just enough technical jargon to prove he's more than a pretty face.

And the worst part? The partners eat it up.

When he finishes, the room breaks into polite applause. Jeonghan returns to his seat, pausing beside you. "Your turn," he says with mock encouragement.

You rise, spine straight, and walk to the front of the room. The folder in your hand feels heavier than it should, but you don't let it show. Your voice is steady as you present, every word precise, every statistic delivered with razor-sharp clarity. You see the partners nodding, their eyes fixed on you, and for a moment, it feels like victory is within reach.

Then you glance at Jeonghan.

He's watching you, his chin resting on his hand, a small, unreadable smile playing on his lips. It's distracting enough to make you stumble over your next sentence— not enough for anyone else to notice, but you know that he does. You know that he's going to give you grief over it, too.

When you finish, the partners offer their feedback, but their words blur together. You return to your seat, hyper-aware of Jeonghan beside you.

He leans closer, his cologne faint but maddeningly present. It's a scent you wouldn't expect on a man as cutthroat as Jeonghan: Something fresh and soothing, with notes of cedant and clementine. Who knew that your rival was into more floral fragrances?

"Tripped up a bit there," he teases lowly. "Losing your edge, darling?"

You don't dignify his taunt with a response. You keep your eyes fixed on the partners in front of you two, knowing that nothing would vex Jeonghan more than being ignored.

Sure enough, you can hear the derisive snort that he lets out when you don't even look his way. His chair squeaks as he leans back, leaving you alone for the time being. A corner of your lip twitches upward. Checkmate.

The meeting goes on without much fanfare. The partners promise results in a day or two, which typically means dole outs of the best clients and cases. The real reward, though, are the whispers.

The grumblings about who might be the next partner. Which associate— between Jeonghan and you— might someday ascend.

As people begin to file out of the war room, a couple of people go up to congratulate the two of you. It's a well-practiced charade, how both of you offer tight-lipped smiles and curt nods in response. It's a shark-infested field; you and Jeonghan know that no one can be trusted.

But then one of the partners— Atty. Sy, perhaps the most senior person in the room— ambles towards the two of you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Jeonghan squares his shoulders.

Atty. Sy pauses. And then—

"Good," he says simply, his eyes trained on you.

It's just one word, barely praise, but it feels like a win handed on a silver platter. You fold into a bow, partly because it's the polite thing to do, and partly because you're trying to hide the shit-eating grin threatening to take over your face.

"Thank you, sir," you answer.

Atty. Sy doesn't say anything to Jeonghan. That's an entirely different win in itself, one that you revel in as you straighten back to your full height.

Jeonghan's expression is perfectly neutral, but you've worked with him for long enough to know the telltale signs of him fraying at the edges. The muscle jumping in his jaw. The murderous flare in his gaze. It's how he looks like when he's facing a particularly difficult client in court, when he's raring for a fight.

God, you wish you could take a picture. It would be so nice to frame this moment in time, to have a tangible reminder of how you one-upped the man, the myth, the legend when it truly mattered.

Jeonghan catches the hint of a smirk on your face.

"I'm not jealous," he says immediately, defensively.

You raise your eyebrows inquisitively. It's an almost innocent look, as if you're wordlessly communicating I haven't said anything.

Jeonghan barrels on, his nerves— for once— getting the better of him. "What? Me, jealous? Never!" he huffs, his hands shoving roughly into his slacks.

"Okay," you sing-song, turning on your heel.

"Yah, you—!"

You don't bother to see what else he has to say. You're already leaving the room, humming happily to yourself.

Jeonghan stays behind, his hands clenched into fists in his pockets; his teeth, grinding so hard that they might cause real damage if he isn't careful. Despite himself, his eyes stray just a couple of inches down your retreating back. To the way your hips sway as you leave, your pencil skirt riding up ever so slightly—

"Damn it," Jeonghan cusses, one hand running through his face in frustration.

Checkmate, indeed.

[soangelbaby]

just thinking about newlywed!rafe on ur honeymoon 😣

telling you how much he’s dreamed of making you a mommy—how much he’s imagined you carrying his child. his child. his hand pressed against your belly—skin warm underneath his fingertips as if it’s already there, already real in his head. “you don’t get it,” he grumbles, voice low and rough, almost pleading but there’s also something dangerous underneath. his free hand slides down your side, mapping it out, as if he can already see you full with his baby. “this is supposed to happen—” his lips press against your lips one last time before pulling away to stare into your eyes, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “we’re gonna have a family—you’re my wife now, that means you can’t ever leave me, you know that?”

and if you try to laugh it off? rafe’s grip on you just tightens, jaw clenching, pupils dilating, “nah baby, don’t do that.” his hands are everywhere—possessive and desperate, almost frantic, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. “you think i’m just talking? fuck no—i mean it, baby.” his lips attack your neck again, trailing soft kisses along your skin, igniting every nerve—imprinting himself onto you. “you’d be so perfect pregnant, we’d have the most beautiful kid ever, i can see it now,” he’d mutter against your skin, pulling you in so close because he can’t stand the slightest amount of distance.

now, he has you pressed into the mattress—face down, ass up, pounding into you from behind, in the back of honeymoon suite. his large hand covering the side of your face, thumb hooked into the side of your mouth, and his own band shining in the dim light of the room. “that’s it, baby—take it like my fucking wife,” rafe grits, hips snapping faster, bed creaking beneath you both. your brain’s gone static, all you can do is feel. the pleasure, the pain, the stretch. it’s too overwhelming, all consuming, but that doesn’t stop him. “you married me, baby—you fucking asked for this.” he spits out, panting as he you over, not even bothering to pull out. one hand now tightly gripping your throat, and his other snatching your left wrist before shoving it down between your legs.

“touch yourself with my ring on—show me how i own you,” rafe groans, pulling back just slightly, gripping the base of his dick as he watches you rub lazy circles over your clit. “shit, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this” he kisses you hard, rocking back into you and grabbing your wrist not daring to let you stop. “my girl, my ring, my pussy.” moaning into your mouth, body pressing heavy on top of you, not giving you a second to breathe or think about anything but him. this is different than before, he’s not just fucking you—he’s claiming you, marking you. every inch, every crevice, every crack, every thought, all his—and he loves it. he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves seeing you so dazed out you couldn’t even tell him your name, but he makes sure you know his. the only word on your tongue, along with messy whimpers, babbles, and moans. little chants of ‘raferaferafe’ ever so often escaped your lips. and he watches it like ritual. every expression, every breath, every tremble—he can’t get enough. he makes sure you know this is permanent now—ring or not, this is forever. you are his forever.

[angelplummie]

ur art baby trapping fic is all i can think abt btw

but but but. what if after the first time it becomes a regular occurrence, and after the first few times, when he buries himself as deep as his long cock can go inside you and cums so hard he loses vision, you think maybe it’s time to be safe again. you’ve taken a few pregnancy tests, and it’s seeming like you’re getting away with the risky sex, but the risk is not worth the reward.

you saunter into the kitchen one morning, were art reads the news on his laptop, sipping a black tea. what a serious man you were dating. your arms snake around his neck loosely, and you kiss this top of his blonde head.

“i’m gonna order some more birth control. what’s that gynos number again? i know i wrote it down somewhere but i can’t remember.���

art stilled. he placed the mug squarely on a coaster.

“you don’t need that.”

he reached up to hold your forearm gently, to ghost the pad of his thumb against your soft skin.

“well, i do a little bit. we’ve been lucky, but if we keep going raw we might be in trouble. then you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

he hummed, stomach flipping. you were so close to figuring him out.

“that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

“what?”

he kissed the peach fuzz of your arm.

“i’d like being stuck with you.”

you didn’t let go, but you didn’t move either.

“are you saying you hope i get pregnant?”

“no,” he lied softly,”but if you did, that would also make me happy. wouldn’t it make you happy?”

you inhaled, shocked.

“i guess. i don’t- i don’t know how i would feel. i haven’t given it much thought. have you?”

he moved to get up, and you stepped back, unfurling yourself from him.

the chair scraped against the floor, and you watched arts feet as he moved around it to get back to you. he turned to face you, beautiful face set in a knowing, subtle smile. he took your face in his long hands, one on either side of your jaw.

“i’ve thought about a future with you and being with you forever, and about having a baby with you.”

your lips parted slightly, that rosy feeling cresting your cheeks and nose.

“i love you very much. i want you very much. is it that strange to think i might want to start a family with you?”

a cloudy feeling, humid and twinkly, filled your head. you drew in breath, but before you could make any kind of reply he kissed gently on your forehead, which nullified the part of your brain that might have any problem with what art was saying ever.

“why is that strange baby?”

“it’s not strange.”

“that’s right.”

and he pulls you into his chest. your arms remain tucked to you, and he wraps himself around you. tenderly his chin rests on your hair, and your breath in his smell. art was so clean, and so smart and kind. and he loved you. he wanted to be with you. you were so lucky.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

and that night, when he got you on top of him, cock buried deep in your tiny cunt, he made you feel even luckier. you were so wet it spilled down his shaft that split you open, down to his round full balls. his hands were clamped like shackles around your hips, preventing you from moving.

your hands splayed on his perky chest, you frowned in an effort to not fall apart, and he watched you with unbridled glee. you try to bounce, and your tits shake, but he holds you in place, all your leg muscles no match for the few at work in his arms. he watches as your titties settle still, his soft little angel.

“art please,” you dig your nails into his pillowy chest, but he doesn’t even flinch as you turn his pale skin pink.

“yes please,” you whisper. he smiles, thinly veiling his glee.

“you wanna ride me?”

your pussy clenches. even bellow you, he’s so far above. so much wiser and calmer.

“i’ll let you. on one condition.”

his fingers dug into your love handles, leaving white marks on your side. he readjusted himself, burying his cock inside your further, making you huff.

“tell me,” your cunt was so tight he had to pause as it squeezed him,” that you want me to get you pregnant. say the words.”

you blinked, trying to direct any of your attention away from the pseudo-pain of having him inside you still. his demanding tone alone makes your cunt throb, and wet his fat cock even more.

“what?”

“tell me you want me to cum inside you raw.”

your head tips back, and you swallow.

“i want you,” you say, thoughtless, desperate, so cock hungry it makes arts chest heave under your talons,” to cum inside me raw. get me pregnant please. please art, just fuck me.”

art grunted, and squeezed your hips even harder.

“yeah? you want that?”

and he drew you up on his dick, biting his lip hard enough to leave indents, to split skin.

he guided you up, so that only his pink tip stayed hooked inside your tight pussy hole.

yeah was the only word you could form, and you said it over and over like it was his name, like it was a prayer.

“ok baby. whatever you want.”

and he drove himself into you, holding you above him like an oversized fleshlight. you sounded like a fleshlight too, wet and soft and malleable to him. a wet schlick permeated the room with every thrust as he held you, suspended in the air, and fucked you like you weighed nothing.

your grip dragged up to his forearm, leaving a pink trail in your wake, jaw tipping open.

“art, art, art.”

as he moves sharply in and out, pounding your pussy, you legs turn to jelly, and you feel the distinct urge to writhe. you resist, and instead jerk with his every movement, moaning pathetically.

“you’re so tight. god,” he spits through gritted teeth. it’s like he’s angry at you, and he bullies your little cunt like he hates you. but he doesn’t hate you, he loves you very much. he can’t believe your his, he can’t believe you want to be his forever. he will make you happy. he will. you just have to give him a child.

his v-line and his hips crash into the softness of your thighs and make loud slaps. he grunts as he feels the tip split you open time and time again. you feel it, a deep thud inside you every time he presses down, and you whine absently.

“art, hold me.”

“what?”

“hold me.”

immediately, he rises from his lying position and props himself up on his head board, yanking you to him again. and then you were face to face, with his tousled blonde hair and blue, honest eyes, and his beautiful face. just as you asked, he held you. two strong arms encircled you waist, pushing your tits up on his chest.

digging his heels into the bed, he began pumping, buried so deep that he could only work the last increments of his cock into you. your eyes are misty, are big and desperate. your open mouth

"you ok?"

"yeah. I love you."

"mm."

and he kissed you again, tongue pawing at the inside of your mouth, like a kitten at a ball of yarn. he moaned rhymically, with every beat of your little heart. every moment you lived as his was total pleasure. you inched your hips forwards and back, against the force of his thrusts and kissed the side of his mouth, his cheek, his neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” he huffs,”you’re so pretty. i’m gonna get you pregnant.”

“please.”

“yeah, i know you want that.”

“yeah, i want it.”

you fuck yourself on him, and he kisses you again, harder, messier, noses smushing and tongues moving against each other.

“oh,” he says, and you know he’s close. so you say him what he wants to hear. what you know he’s wanted to hear this whole time. your clit presses against his pelvis, and as you tip over the edge you give him what he needs, like a good girl. friend. a good girlfriend.

“daddy, daddy.”

and it’s over. his grip tightens, pressing you harder against him so you can’t move at all in his lap. his hips stutter, and he lets out a grunting, groaning whine into your cheek, into your ear.

his balls tighten and twitch, and a fat load spurts inside you, clinging to your cervix and dribbling out of your spasming hole.

“fuck, god.”

one arms stays around your back, the other reaches up to your neck, to caress the skin and reach up into your hair. to stroke your jaw with his thumb as you both pant, slack jawed and satisfied.

“fuck.”

“art?”

“yeah?”

“i bet that did it. i bet i’m pregnant.”

“i bet you are. are you scared?”

you looked at each other and smiled, wide and goofy, forehead to forehead.

“no. are you? i really mean it, you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“darn.”

[connorsui]

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This was wonderfully requested by my beloved @madam8 who gave me such a beautiful idea for a sylus date and I couldn't let go of it until I completed it 😭😭🩷🩷 like it's so cute that even when I was studying I kept thinking of new ways to end the fic or new scenes to add into it. --- it was ...AAUGH- my heart ...tho I do apologize for how long this one took out ur girl was busy trying not to fail classes 💀💀 ...lol 💅🏻

p.s if you see my corpse surrounded by flowers anywhere you can blame it on this ask ✨️ I LOVE IT

It started, as most things with Sylus did, with...

extravagance.

He had a habit of planning nights that felt more like events—private rooftops overlooking the shimmering city skyline, candlelit dinners in places that required reservations months in advance, evenings where the very sky seemed to bend to his will.

Luxurious. Impeccable. Always grand.

And while you loved those moments—loved him—there was something else you had been craving lately.

Something... simpler.

So one evening, as he idly twirled a glass of dark liquor between his fingers and casually mentioned taking you to a private villa on an island, you leaned into his space, resting your chin on your palm, and asked—

"Why don’t we do something more…plain? Just for the day—I mean."

Sylus stilled slightly, red eyes flickering toward you, waiting.

"Don’t get me wrong, I love our dates," you continued, "but I think it’d be nice to just do something fun. Silly, even. Maybe a little childish?"

A playful smile curled at your lips.

"Just… something where you don’t have to rent out an entire skyline to impress me."

He raised a brow, surprised. "You wish for something plain?"

You grinned. "Exactly. So let’s just have a normal date. Like—oh! What about an amusement park? Or an arcade? Or the fair!"

Sylus exhaled through his nose, setting his glass down with a measured movement. "Your ideas are enjoyable… I wouldn't mind indulging in them."

"Yeah! It’ll be fun, I promise. We can see what rides you like, if you’ll actually tolerate roller coasters, or if you’re one of those people who insists they’re too predictable." You smirked. "Oh, and you have to try winning me something from one of those carnival games."

He regarded you with that ever-neutral gaze, quiet and considering, before finally murmuring—

"For you, I wouldn’t mind fulfilling that request."

You smiled, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek, already excited for whatever simple, carefree date he would plan.

Or so you thought.

Because somehow—somehow—things escalated.

Instead of just buying tickets like a normal person, Sylus had decided the best course of action was to…

Buy. The. Entire. Damn. Park.

Your favorite amusement park, to be exact.

And now here you stood at the entrance, staring up at the massive sign that should have been buzzing with families, groups of friends, and screaming children running past in excitement.

Instead, it was silent.

The ticket booths? Closed. The parking lot? Void of life.

The only people here were you, Sylus, and the staff, who stood patiently, waiting only for the two of you.

You turned to him slowly, your brain still buffering.

"Sylus… I—when I said I wanted a fun day with you… this isn’t exactly what I had in mind."

Sylus, as usual, looked completely unbothered. "Did I get the wrong park?"

You blinked. "…No, but—Sylus, what—" You gestured at the empty surroundings, struggling to form a coherent thought. "You didn’t have to—How did you even do this?"

He tilted his head, as if you had asked a genuinely confusing question. "I bought it."

You took a deep breath. "No, I know that, but why?"

Sylus blinked at you, expression calm yet calculating, like he was trying to gauge whether you were actually upset.

"Would you prefer a different one? I can acquire another if this one isn’t to your liking."

You choked. "Acquire—Sylus, I meant let’s just have a normal day at the park! With other people! Like… buying tickets, not—not monopolizing an entire amusement park for us!"

He hummed thoughtfully. "That would be inconvenient. I don’t like crowds."

Your brain short-circuited. "Okay, fair, but I’m not even sure how to react to this." You ran a hand down your face, staring at the vast, empty park. "Do I just… accept this? Should I ask you to sell it back? Is it even going to open to normal people when we're not here?"

Sylus exhaled softly, fingers curling beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His red eyes, sharp yet steady, held an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I wanted you to have the best experience," he murmured, his voice low, deliberate—like he was peeling back the layers of his thoughts just for you. "No interruptions. No strangers ruining our time. No one else pulling your attention away."

His thumb ghosted along your jaw, his touch as careful as it was possessive.

"I wanted today to be ours. Every moment, every ride, every second—only for us."

Your heart squeezed at the weight of his words.

Sylus was always confident, always in control—but this was different. This wasn’t about power or extravagance.

This was about ...you.

He had done this for you.

Damn him.

Damn him and his ability to turn something so ridiculous into something that made your heart melt.

You sighed, pressing your fingers against your temples before looking up at him again. "You really don’t do things halfway, huh?"

His lips twitched, almost smirking. "Would you expect anything less?"

You huffed, shaking your head. "Not at all."

His hand slipped from your chin to your wrist, fingers curling around it as he tugged you toward the entrance.

"Then let’s stop worrying about it and enjoy it as much as we can."

You let him pull you forward, your brain still catching up to the fact that this was happening. That you were about to experience an amusement park that was literally all yours for the day.

And honestly?

You weren’t going to complain.

But as you walked in, something felt... strange.

The park was…alive?

Despite the complete absence of other guests, the workers were still here—acting as if today was a completely normal day.

Vendors stood at their booths, flipping burgers, making cotton candy, lining up pretzels under warming lamps. The game stalls were manned, workers casually leaning against counters, ready to hand out prizes.

The park’s parade performers were still marching down the street. A princess in a poofy dress waved at you. Mascot characters moved in synchronized greetings, despite the fact that no one was here but you.

It was… surreal.

Sylus squeezed your hand as you slowed to take it all in. "I told them to proceed as usual. It would’ve been eerie if everything was frozen."

You turned to him. "So… it’s like the park is still running, but we’re the only ones who get to experience it?"

He nodded. "Yes. Don’t you think it’s better this way?"

You inhaled deeply, looking around again.

Sylus watched you carefully, his sharp eyes scanning your face. "Are you alright?"

You hesitated, then let out a quiet laugh.

“Of course! I mean—” You hesitated again, glancing around as your expression softened. “It’s nothing wrong, I promise! I love that you did this, I do, but…” You exhaled, running a hand through your hair before looking up at him again.

“I just—I wanted this day to be special not just for us entirely, but to have a moment together surrounded by everyone and everything.” Your voice was gentle, thoughtful. “The chatter, the energy, the crowds moving past us. The chaos of it all.”

You shrugged, a little sheepish. “I know you don’t like being around too many people, and I love that you wanted to make this day perfect for me, but part of what makes an amusement park so special is the shared experience, y’know? That feeling of being one in a sea of people, laughing together, screaming on rides, getting bumped into by kids running past, standing too close in lines because there's no choice…”

Your words trailed off as you searched his gaze, unsure how he’d react.

For a moment, Sylus didn’t say anything. His red eyes remained locked onto yours, unreadable, but there was something contemplative in the way his fingers idly traced over your knuckles, as if considering your words carefully.

Then, finally, he exhaled through his nose—slow and measured, his grip loosening ever so slightly.

“…I see...I- ” His voice was as calm as ever, but there was a shift in his tone.

He glanced around, taking in the completely empty pathways, the stalls with no customers, the parade performing for no one but you two. The sight of the workers, stationed and waiting, but missing the usual life of the park.

Sylus was pragmatic. He saw a problem, he solved it. Simple. To him, the best way to ensure you had an amazing day was to remove all obstacles—the crowds, the noise, the inconvenience of waiting in lines or dealing with other people.

But now, as he watched you, something seemed to click.

“…Would you like me to open the park?”

Your eyes widened. “Wait—you mean, like, right now?”

He nodded once. “If it would make you happy.”

Your heart stuttered. "Sylus—I didn’t say all that just to guilt you into—”

He raised a brow. “It’s not about guilt. You wanted to share this moment with people and I took that possibility from you” He pulled out his phone as if he could undo an entire park shutdown with a single call—which, knowing him, he probably could.

You stared at him, then let out a disbelieving laugh, reaching to stop his hand before he could dial. “Okay, hold on, let’s think about this rationally—”

Sylus merely looked at you, waiting for what you were bound to say next.

You exhaled, lacing your fingers with his properly. “Look, it’s okay. I love what you did, and I will enjoy this day with you.” You squeezed his hand. “I just needed a moment to process it, that’s all.”

Sylus was silent for a moment, his red eyes scanning your face as if committing every little twitch of emotion to memory. Then, his gaze flickered past you, landing on a nearby booth.

A teddy bear stand.

Without a word, he turned, gently tugging you along by the hand.

You blinked in surprise. “Wait—where are we—?”

He stopped in front of the booth, staring at the rows of stuffed bears lined up in varying sizes, from tiny keychains to ones nearly as tall as you. His jaw was set, unreadable, but his grip around your hand was firm.

“Sylus?” You tilted your head at him, watching as he eyed the game—a classic ring toss setup.

“I failed to give you what you really wanted,” he murmured, almost to himself. “You should at least receive something in return.”

Your chest tightened at the way he said it.

Soft, but laced with frustration.

Like he was genuinely bothered that his attempt to make you happy had missed the mark.

“Sylus…” You squeezed his hand, stepping closer. “You don’t have to win me anything—”

He ignored that, already rolling up his sleeves with practiced ease. His focus was entirely on the game now, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the distance, the weight of the rings stacked beside the booth’s attendant.

Your lips parted in disbelief.

Sylus said nothing, simply holding his hand out for the rings. The worker—completely unphased, as if watching an overpowered, absurdly rich man win rigged carnival games was just another part of the job—wordlessly handed them over.

You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. "Sylus, you really don’t have to—”

The first ring landed perfectly on the bottle.

Your mouth snapped shut.

Another.

And another.

Without missing a single shot.

The worker gave a small, almost-impressed nod. “Pick your prize.”

Sylus turned to you, expectant.

You stared between him and the game, caught between laughter and disbelief. “This your way of an apology gift?

“And would that change anything if I said yes?”

“Sylus –”

You huffed, shaking your head before pointing to one of the bigger teddy bears—one with a white soft, plush face and an oversized red ribbon around its neck.

Sylus retrieved it without hesitation, turning to face you fully as he held it out.

“ you sure you didn't have me in mind? ” he said simply.

You giggled at him, your fingers curling around the soft fabric as you accepted the gift. “mayyybee”

It wasn’t about the bear. It wasn’t about the game.

It was him.

Sylus, who never half-assed anything. Who overthought in ways you weren’t always aware of. Who, despite his arrogance, still hated feeling like he had let you down.

Your heart squeezed painfully.

“…You’re too much at times” you murmured, hugging the teddy bear to your chest.

He exhaled, shaking his head. “Says the one getting emotional over a stuffed animal.”

You shot him a playful glare, but when he reached out, brushing his fingers against your wrist, you softened.

“....Still,Thank you, for everything-- I mean” you murmured.

Sylus didn’t say anything, but his grip lingered—just for a second—not thinking of letting you go.

But as you continued walking, you caught the way his fingers brushed against his phone once more, a brief flicker of thought crossing his expression.

You narrowed your eyes. “Sylus.”

“Hm?”

“You’re not secretly opening the park back up again ….behind my back…are you?”

His lips curled, amused. “...perhaps”

[nanaslutt]

gojo making you ride his hard fucking abs

well HELLOOO to you too nonnie, this is so brilliant

this scenario makes my brain feel like mush, thank yew so much for the ask babe<3

contains: fem reader, body worship, praising gojo, dirty talk, finger sucking, nipple play, size kink, humping, use of ‘pretty’ and baby’ for reader, gojo cums untouched

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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it was a gloomy morning, gojos oversized button up shirt draped over your figure, elbows perched on the back of the couch as your hands cradled your chin, staring out the tall windows of gojo’s penthouse and down on the common people that were just starting their day

the savory smell of bacon and pancakes cooking filling your nose as you crane your neck to the side to watch your handsome boyfriend prepare breakfast for the two of you

eyes fliting down to his bare torso, abs practically glowing under the hanging fluorescent lights, muscles on his pecs rippling every time he rotates his body, biceps flexing as he mixes more pancake batter together,

pink tongue sticking out against his upper lip as he concentrates on not burning the bacon, how he looked so naturally beautiful always baffled you, his pretty face looking so serious has you smiling to yourself

an intense itch in your brain coming on telling you that you needed to have your hands on your stupidly attractive boyfriend right this second has you pushing yourself up from the couch, strolling over to his massive figure,

creeping behind him, and pressing your tits and the side of your face into his back, wrapping your arms around him, fingers landing exactly where you wanted them to; right on his rock hard abs,

“got tired of people watchin baby?” he smiles feeling your hands caress up his naked chest,

“you’re much more pleasing to watch,” you hum into his solid back,

“seems like i’m pleasing to touch too,” he retorts smugly when your smaller hands start groping his pecs, “my pretty girl is so handsy this morning.”

you have the most satisfied look on your face, unable to believe this rock solid mountain of a man was all yours to touch whenever you wanted

running your hands down the sides of his slutty little waist and up back over his rippling abs, tracing your fingers in the indents between them

his heart rate is picking up the longer he feels your cold hands run over his body, huffing out quiet breathless laughs, looking down at you as your maneuver your body in front of him now,

squished between his large figure and the counter, “ur abs are so fucking hot toru.” you practically moans out, splaying your fingers out over them, leaning into him to pepper kisses right under his pecs,

breath hitching as he looks between the food still cooking on the stove, and your clearly aroused face, leaving hot kisses and licks on his sensitive body,

“ur so distracting baby, gonna make me burn the food i’m workin so hard on for you.” he forces out a laugh, feeling his cock twitch in his pants, growing harder the longer he feels your soft lips on him

“don’ mind me, jus’ appreciating my boyfriends sexy body,” you speak in between kisses,

now he wants to laugh for real, it’s kinda hard to stay focused on the task at hand when your hands are sliding over the deep cuts of his v-line, fingers so very close to the hem of his baggy sweats,

sliding down between the counter and his strong legs, balancing your ass on the heels of your feet as you start to practically makeout with his abs, feeling the vibrations on his tummy as you let out small moans into him,

“h-aaah baby cmon,” he turns off the stove with one hand, shoving both pans off the heat and onto the back burners, running his large fingers through your hair

you lean into the touch affectionately, fingers smoothing over his lithe figure where your lips can’t reach from your current position between his legs, “thought you woke up starving huh?” he states, making eye contact with you, veiw slightly blocked by the massive bulge he’s now sporting in his sweats,

you look up at him through your lashes,”hungry for somethin else now,” smiling, you standing back up, sliding your fingers underneath the band of his sweats and teasing the tips of your fingers there for a second before walking away, using the hold you had on him to pull him along with you like a dog,

“oh, where are you takin me cutie?” his eyebrows shoot up, happily trailing behind you

spinning him in front of you, you pushed him down onto to the couch you were resting against prior to the attack you assaulted on your boyfriend,

he lets himself relax into the cushions, hand sticking out to caress your thigh as you reach underneath your (his) shirt and slide your panties off your ankles before straddling his waist, core placed right over his lower abs,

“want you to just lay there toru,” you lean down into his ear and whisper, making a open mouthed toothy grin appear on his handsome face, “yeah? you gunna ride my abs baby?”, he breaths out, landing heavy hands down on your ass with a smack, massaging your cheeks in his massive palms,

“mhm,” you whimper, pulling your shirt up between your teeth, beginning to rotate your hips in small circles, pressing your soaking cunt into him

“oh shit, you for real? gonna get ur wet little cunt off by rubbin on my muscles?” he bites his lip watching the scene unfold

breath hitching, you stared intently down at where your leaking pussy meets his abs, humping your hips back and forth now, clit catching on the deep indents of his solid core,

“fuck t-toru,” throwing your head back you let the shirt between your drop, covering your body once more, humping him with a newfound vigor

he’s breathing so heavy watching you use him to get yourself off, his neglected cock twitching for attention as he pulls and pushes your ass cheeks together, helping you rub yourself off on him faster,

“makin such a mess on me, look how fucking wet you are!” he groans, pushing the shirt back up your body so he can get a good view of the juices from your cunt flooding his torso,

“feel good baby? i can feel your pussy twitching, she wanna get filled up after you cum all over me?” he’s babbling, feeling on the verge of cumming himself, not even having touched his cock, just from watching your reactions to grinding hard on him, and feeling how you squeezed around nothing at his filthy words,

“y-yeah toru, feels so fucking perfect oh my g-god,” high pitched moans leaving your mouth, one of your hands that was previously on his chest helping you hold yourself up was now sliding up his solid figure, two of your fingers sliding in his open mouth,

closing his lips around them and sucking, using his tongue to lick around them, feeling the vibrations of his moans shake your digits

hes rolling his eyes back, massaging your ass impossibly harder before youre popping your fingers out of his mouth and tracing your spit covered digest down his neck,

reaching his nipples you make quick circles over the hardening pink buds, he bites his lip and throws his head back, trying not to moan like a little bitch at the new sensation,

hes flexing his abs in perfect time with your thrusts, clit getting the perfect stimulation you needed, “please don’t stop p-please please” you’re babbling, hips losing their rhythm and moans getting higher and higher, shorter and shorter, little “ah ah ah!”s leaving you,

“yesyesyes give it to me pretty give it to me, cum all over me, need ‘t feel it please,” he huffs out, he’s mirroring your expression with a slacked jaw, watching intently as your hips almost come to a complete stop before you he feels your cunt gush,

squeezing around his torso with your thighs, your back arches forward each time you’re hit with a wave of your orgasm, barely able to rock on him by yourself anymore from the intensity of your orgasm, he took it upon himself to use your ass to rock you back and forth on his abs, helping you ride it out,

both of you breathing rapidly when you finally come down from your high, looking down at his chiseled body to see the absolute mess you made, abs really glowing now from the sheen of cum you left on him,

“looks like that felt ‘s fucking good,” he says with a dopey grin on his face, chest heaving, your arms fall back behind you to brace yourself, one accidentally landing on his crotch and you freeze

turning you torso and neck in time you look down at his once light gray sweats and see a big damp spot on his crotch, cock twitching in the aftershocks underneath it, when you turn back around he’s looking more fucked out than ever, “looks like i wasn’t the only one who got off on that,” you giggle, breakfast he was working so hard on long forgotten about

[libertyybellls]

KISS IT OFF ME !

pairing; finnick odair x f!dist4!reader

summary; finnick can’t take his eyes off of you in any crowd- but he can take care of you, what’s new?

contains; FLUFF, established relationship, finnick is still pining for reader, alcohol consumption- but positively i guess, reader is anxious in the beginning, objectification by the capitol as per usual.

a/n: i hope im not misunderstood but when i put specific photos or outfits/hairs in the headers of my works that is not directly what i am picturing the reader as! its more-so the hairstyle, or the outfit- or simply the aesthetic of the picture. not the race, hair nor body type. ur all cutie pies. ok anyways onto the fic kiss kiss.

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“well would you look at that!” your stylist squeals in your ear, “from the moment you won your last games i have just been dying to design for you again and… here we are!” she ushers you to spin around.

she’d always been kind to you, perhaps less kind to your dignity- always wanting to flaunt you like a show pony- but nonetheless her support had always been there.

“it’s beautiful, thank you.” you smile small at her. so bittersweet, she was oh-so ecstatic to dress you up once more but to you- this meant less serenity to you. more agitation, more distress, more death.

it felt like a paradox, to be adorned in this sweet, innocent, baby pink before you’re sent away to a grim world once again- you’d already gone off on a tangent to finnick. you’d both sobbed solemnly about the cruelty of it all, how you would never be able to live in peace.

but finnick just wanted you both to have this one night, to indulge in the capitol before you were sent of to your deaths, obviously he would see the brighter side of thing- blabbering about plutarchs plan and how he only needs to protect you, katniss, and peeta until he can get you out of there.

sounds so very simple doesn’t it?

once you’d finished your interview you attended a party, a celebration for the third quarter quell. how ironic, what was there to celebrate?

you’d seen the food platters, the spiked drinks, and indulge you did.

your brain had been fuzzy by the time you’d escape the overbearing class of the capitol citizens, who wanted to know every detail of your life.

it was then- finnick had spotted you- so inebriated you’d genuinely laugh at something the woman next to you said.

feasibly being that she’d said something so pretentious you couldn’t help but tilt your head back in laughter. but nonetheless he admired.

he admired your dress, your smile, the way your eyes slightly disappeared when you laughed, the way your hair was laying down your back. he was simply under the spell of you.

it was then your eyes met his smitten ones, so love drunk- or possibly just drunk- that you’d excused yourself and made a beeline straight for him.

he’d encaptured you with warm arms, a leather corset-like article of clothing consumed his waist- followed by his white buttoned down that seemed to be unbuttoned.

you noticed the way his eyes consumed you- not like the others did. not like you were a piece of cake, not like you were something they had to have for the night, but someone who lit his chest alight.

“you look beautiful.” he murmurs into your hair, his hands around your waist.

“i hardly feel that way- im scared, i think.”

he shook his head, pulling you from his warm embrace much to your dismay. “don’t be. you’re with me right now.” finnicks plush lips lay atop your forehead now.

you laugh as he continues to peck your face, giggles leaving your lips.”so beautiful.”

it was only when you nearly toppled over your unnecessarily long pumps that he took not of your consumption.

“so head over heels it seems you’ve had a little to much to drink. what do you say i get you back to your room now? hm?” he straightens you back up. “run you a bath?”

you let out a muffled mm into his chest, your other hand placed on the side of his chest holding you steady. “love you s’much finn.”

it was his turn to laugh now, there was no mockery, no heinous act behind it, just you and finnick. “i know baby.”

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[bunni-v1]

Bunni that lighter x virgin reader was so GOOD??? YOUR BRAIN SO BIG?? it got me all embarrassed reading it, I had to take breaks in between cause the image of soft dom lighter is just so abgssngausgahstshh???? (I was also blasting ‘Like You Mean’ It by Steven Rodriguez when I was reading ur fic like oh god this song fits lighter so much 😳)

Aaaanyways I was wondering if you have any hcs for the day after lighter takes readers first time or any after care that he’d do? Also bit of a tangent but do you think lighter is the type to have cheesy nicknames for his partner like idk…sugar? Pumpkin? Or would he go the normal babe and doll type

Sorry it’s a bit long, I’m just happy to see lighter writers you all are a blessing thank you for the food 🤲🏼

🍓Hello lovely! Sorry I took so long to get to this, I'm p sure the hype around that fic is over, but this has been on my mind for so long and I just haven't had the motivation. I got some now, though, so here it is! (this is less headcannons and more a whole fic in bulletpoints lol) I hope you enjoy <3

TW: Day after; Alludes to previous sexual intercourse; Grammar Errors

Info: Lighter x Reader; Fluff; Headcannons

-You wake up to sunlight filtering in through the small crack between Lighters blinds, the warmth on your face a kindness that calls you to stir to life. There's a heavy weight across your middle and on your chest, accompanied by a different type of warmth -- human warmth.

-Your eyelids flutter open and, of course, you see your beloved partner Lighter curled up into your chest. He looked so peaceful resting like this, like all his worries had melted away from his mind and into the sheets until he woke up.

-You bring your hands up to play with his fluffy hair, smiling when he huffs a bit in his sleep, burrowing himself further into your chest if that is possible. Even in sleep he was trying to find ways to get you closer to him...

-Though he'd technically gotten you as close as possible last night if the dull ache inside you was telling enough. You could feel the sting in your hips already, and you would certainly limp a little when you got up, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

-His green eyes blink up at you after a while of playing with his hair, foggy and glazed from sleep. He still finds it in himself to smile affectionately at you, and you can't help but smile back.

-"G'morning beautiful," He rumbles out, voice rough from his moaning last night, "Sleep well?"

-You nod at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his puffy lips in appreciation. That was answer enough for him and he lifted his weight off you in favor of leaning over you.

-He asks you if you're aching anywhere, and promptly massages your hips with the calloused pads of his fingers. The friction still surprisingly pleasant, and the ache in your hips eases up a little. It warms your heart, the amount of care he treats you with.

-He'll coo at you sweetly as he tries his best to ease the pain, mumbling about how much he enjoyed last night. How pretty you are. How much he loves you. How grateful he is you trusted him. All the sweet nothings.

-He takes the morning uncharacteristically slow, having been excused by Caesar apparently, or so he claims. He lazes around with you, happy just to have you in his arms for a while. You do, however, have to get up at some point which he grumbles about when you move to roll out of the sheets.

-You were right about the ache in your hips, you end up limping your way to the shower, and standing for the duration of it sucks. Lighter offers to help you out, but you insist on doing it by yourself (you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself if you'd let him).

-Instead, you let him pick out some old clothes of his to wear, since yours don't exactly smell the best at this point. A too big t-shirt and a pair of sweats that no longer fit him find their way to your arms

-He waits for you patiently, like a puppy locked away from its owner during work hours. It's very cute. He's dressed now, cleaned up by himself while you were gone it seems. He practically leaps to greet you, pulling you into a sweet kiss. You hadn't expected him to be so clingy, but it was incredibly charming.

-He guides you carefully through Blazewood to get breakfast from Cheesetopia -- or, brunch more like it. You figured after your first time you would be a bit awkward, but Lighter didn't allow you any room for that. All was as usual, assuring you that nothing major had changed. Which, why would it have?

-Well... there was one thing...

-Caesar sat in a booth as you walked in, and the grin on her face said it all. She waved you over, and Lighter begrudgingly helped you over. You do your best to hide the limp, though it's absolutely futile with Caesars next words.

-"Have fun last night you two?" She teases, and humiliation washes over you -- Lighter's cheeks also turning a deep red, "No need to answer. We all heard you last night."

-Obviously, everyone around here knew of your relationship with Lighter... they didn't need to know the details. When you don't answer in your fluster, Caesar scoffs and waves her hands playfully. "Just kiddin', I stopped by to check up when you two disappeared. Congrats though!"

-She leaves you to eat after nearly giving you a heart attack, and you happily enjoy what you ordered. Feeling incredibly hungry after the night you had. Lighter doesn't seem to interested in his food, though. Just watching you with that same intensity from last night.

-You ask what's wrong, and he smiles wide at you, "Nothing, just admiring what's mine."

-You don't respond to that, because there's nothing you could say that's nearly as smooth as that.

Bonus:

You had me thinking about the nicknames a lot. I think that he definitely uses babe and baby the most. It's simple and easy to say, and people won't bat an eye if he calls you something like that. But he has other nicknames he uses you, some for specific situations, others just because he likes to switch it up sometimes.

Sugar is something he uses almost exclusively during sex. It's his way of coercing you into letting him take care of you, especially when you're acting all shy like it's an inconvenience. Or when you're afraid to make noise, "Lemme hear ya, Sugar~ Don't be shy~"

Darling is one that's more common to hear him throw out at random. However, it does have a specific use: scaring off other people. When someone is getting a little too friendly, he'll watch for a while until he can't bear it anymore and he has to intervene. He'll wrap his arms around you from behind, press a kiss to your temple, and ask "How're you feelin' Darlin'?" With a sharp glare at the offender

Doll is one that he likes to use to get you to squirm, almost always accompanied by a handsome grin. He uses it more to placate you when you're upset at him in a playful way. Like when his fangirls get a little too excited and upset you, he'll take your face in his hands and hum out, "Y'know they're not even half of what you're worth to me, doll. Stop your worrying."

Pumpkin I hadn't considered, but I think he uses it in private when it's just the two of you. It's a soft kind of thing he uses when you're really warming his heart. Curled up into his side half asleep, you'll hear him whisper it into the crown of your head, "I love you, Pumpkin."

[rosedpetal]

Behave is SOOO hot! I can’t help but imagine giving Bucky a taste of his own medicine. Let’s see how he reacts when he’s suddenly too aware of the men thirsting over his wife and maybe a little bratty twist that while his wife doesn’t entertain them, she also doesn’t stop them, bonus if she keeps Bucky at a distance. then bam, he snaps. Filthy jealous/possessive smut. I’m sorry imma see my way out ur work short circuited my brain 😭

girly, he'd be PISSED

Part I | Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut.

Minors, do not interact.

To say you were enjoying your little power trip was an understatement.

Dressed in a long gown, with your hair up in the most beautiful bun Bucky's ever seen, a few locks loose to frame your face, and your makeup done by a professional, you were a vision to behold.

Unfortunately, it wasn't for his eyes only.

Being the wife of an Avenger meant dealing with people and fancy events. Most of the time, Bucky accepted the attention with grace, and then moved on with his life.

But on some very rare occurrences, his fans and the press also turned their attention to you.

It wasn't that Bucky wasn't proud of the gorgeous woman by his side — he gave you one of those freaking Darry engagement rings that could only be bought once by person, and married you only half a year later. 'I don't wanna give you any more time that could make you change your mind', were his exact words to you. He was insane about you. You were the love of his life, and he overcame so much to make sure he would be worthy of your love.

He worshipped the ground you walked on. And he wasn't afraid to tell you that.

But just like a man born in his time, Bucky was extremely possessive of his wife.

And he couldn't stand the two photographers flashing their cameras at you and asking you to 'turn around', 'blow a kiss' or 'smile'.

Bucky's mood was changing quickly, as he analyzed every micro expression on their faces as they took pictures of you. Your face, your dress, your fucking curves.

And you were gracefully accepting every little praise, your smile a little too bright for Bucky's liking.

While he tried to detain his thoughts to going for that dark place, were he would bash these assholes' heads on the concrete until they were beyond recognition, he couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a reckless behavior from you.

Did he do something that riled you up during this week? He remembers unloading the dishwasher the moment you asked for it. Sometimes he forgets his shoes in the middle of the living room, but it surely couldn't be it.

His eyes darkened in realization when he finally figured you out. Letting these men fawn over you like you were a free woman... That was payback.

Bucky was very aware of your territorial nature when it came to him. For fucks sake, you let the whole world know when you were pissed at another woman for eye fucking him just by the way your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pressed in a thin line, — which once Thor made the mistake of pointing to, and the mean mug you gave the Asgardian still haunted his dreams to this day.

So, Bucky teased you for it. It was okay, right? It was just light banter. You couldn't be possibly punishing him for such a petty reason right the fuck now?

His mind took a quick turn to all the life choices he made that had lead to this exact moment. You giggling and tossing your hair while other men undressed you with their eyes.

It doesn't matter that they were simply doing their jobs. He could see how long they were taking to photograph you when... Well, Bucky was the famous one.

The moment one of the photographers' hands went for you, Bucky instantly reacted, putting himself between you and the fucking moron that seemed to conveniently forget that you were a married woman and your husband was right there.

"Don't you dare touch my wife. Keep running your fucking mouth and taking your fucking pictures and I'll show you why they used to call me Winter Soldier." Bucky's voice was low and lacking any emotion, his vibranium hand wrapped tightly around the dude's wrist.

Bucky's threat wasn't directed at you, but it went straight to your core. You felt all warm and fuzzy inside as he went all alpha mode.

The two guys quickly excused themselves after that, and you let out a light chuckle.

"Thank God, they finally left. I was worried for a second they were gonna blind me with- hey, what are you doing? Bucky, what the fuck?" You whispered as he practically dragged you back to the waiting car, quickly sending a text to Sam to let him know you two were leaving early.

He opened the door for you and you quickly scooped inside, knowing your husband was mad. Bucky sat next to you and told the driver to roll up the partition wall.

"Bucky, talk to me!" You finally snapped, annoyed. "Why are we leaving early?"

"Because-" Bucky turned to you, interrupting himself when he noted how loud he was being, lowering his voice on the next words, and pointing his index finger to your face, eyes boring into yours. "Because you decided to piss me the hell off tonight, and I'm gonna have to teach you how properly a married woman should behave."

Your eyes widened in indignation as you threw your bag in the couch. "Excuse me? How properly I should what? I'm sorry to inform you, honey, but this is the 21st fucking century, not the damn 40s."

Bucky chuckled, humorlessly. The audacity of you. To twirl your hair locks while smiling at other men flirting with you openly, and now pretend he was the bad guy for reprimanding you.

"You're gonna keep your mouth shut until we get home, and if you so much as try to be cute with me, I promise that what I have in store for you is gonna turn ten times worse."

You raised your eyebrow. Maybe you were looking for trouble today, but you sure as hell weren't about to let Bucky undermine you over his bruised ego.

"What are you now, a caveman? Is your masculinity so fragile that you can't stand the fact that I can be lusted after too? When you smirk at me across the room while women are flaunting themselves to you, you think you're the only one entitled to make me feel insecure, as if you're a goddamn prize?"

"Y/N-"

"No, please, enlighten me on why the hell you think you can joke with your friends about my possessiveness and act exactly the same, then have the guts to belittle me for it!"

"Dollface-"

"You know what? I was only posing-"

"Goddamnit, will you shut up?" Bucky snapped. "I don't smirk at you across the room to show off and make you jealous, I do it because I thought it was our thing! Some delusional girl will come to me, I'll playfully smile at you because we both joke on how ridiculous they are! I'm not trying to make you insecure, you insane little thing, I think it's cute how you react every time, and how you never direct your anger at me. And by the way, I never tossed or twirled my hair for any woman, or giggled, just to spite you!"

You clenched your fists. No. Even if he was right (which he wasn't), you couldn't just give in and apologize right now. You had reasons to be pissed, you were tired of being teased, as if you were the only one in the relationship that was overly jealous. You knew your words should've been measured, but right now, you couldn't care less. You crossed your arms, voice neutral as you gave him the fatal blow:

"You know what I think, James? I think you're not enough of a man, and what I just did broke your little illusion of power. That's what got your lady panties in a twist."

Bucky's jaw clenched, a flash of anger coursing through his veins. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Are you deaf?"

Two seconds of you staring at him with your coy little act, he was fuming and he practically lunged at you. You squealed and giggled when he pushed you to lay on your back in the leather seat of the limo, breathless and flustered.

"You little minx. You're about to get spanked in the back of a limo like the whore you are." Bucky hissed in your ear, maneuvering you so you were laying on your stomach. He impatiently raised the long skirts of your dress, not even giving you time to prepare for the series of blows he delivered to your poor ass.

Your giggles quickly stopped, and they turned to whimpers.

"C'mon, brat, tell me I'm not a man now." He nibbled your earlobe, pressing his chest against your back. "I dare you. Go ahead, baby. I'm waiting."

Your ass had his fingerprints now, a beautiful shade of red in them. More beautiful than the blush on your cheeks. Your lip was quivering when he was done, finally showing mercy on your rear. You sighed in relief and he gave you a wolfish grin, his hand sliding between your thighs and collecting your arousal, gently spreading it on your folds, his voice low and full of purpose:

"We're just getting started, baby girl."

"This is not fair." You whined, your words dying down when his index and middle finger entered you, opening you up for him. You bit your hand when curled his digits, brushing against your spongy spot.

"What's not fair? Do you want me to stop?" Bucky teased, kissing your neck.

It was getting hot inside the limo, with your gown and your husband crowding you against the leather seats. The sweat was quickly forming in your skin, and it was a bit uncomfortable, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him to stop.

"No... I just-"

"I just-" Bucky mocked you, clicking his tongue. "Can't even speak anymore?"

"It's hot." You complained, in a whiny tone.

Bucky sighed, sitting up to turn the air conditioner on, the cold breeze welcomed to you both. His fingers never left your pussy, and he scissored you hard, smirking at how you tried to keep it down so the poor driver wouldn't hear you.

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from you, pulling your head back by your hair and shoving his slick digits on your mouth, which you eagerly licked clean. Bucky undid his slacks, groaning in relief when he freed his rock hard length from the constricting fabric. He pulled you to his lap, your back to his chest, your thighs spread over his.

"Think you can ride me without hitting your head in the ceiling?" He whispered on your ear as you grabbed his cock and aligned him at your entrance.

"Hmmm... Probably no." You looked up.

"Then stay still while Daddy fucks you."

Your mouth hung open when he slammed into you, harder than you expected, without giving you time to get used to his thickness. He shoved his tie on your mouth to muffle your moans, one hand on your hip and the other squeezing your breast, while he pistoned his hips up.

You didn't even make a sound.

The sound of his balls slapping against your clit and the shameful, wet noise of your pussy being rammed were enough.

"See why I'm so obsessed with you? Why I can't stand you being lusted after? It's cause the thought of someone else having this pussy makes me wanna rip my fucking hair out, baby." Bucky murmured in your ear, his movements not easing down, not faltering for a second. "I know I have no leg to stand on, acting jealous and possessive of you, but fuck if I'm taking a single risk of losing you, of losing this."

Your eyes rolled back, your walls clamping down violently on your husband's cock, and you spasmed above him, reaching your apex.

With a groan that made you blush, Bucky came in hot spurts, filling you up with his load.

His chest was rising and falling as if he ran a marathon, and he gently patted your thigh. "C'mon baby, pull yourself together. We just got home. I'm not done with you yet."

[kireilien]

secret relationship as a staff member w/ maki!

pair. idol!maki x fem!reader; wc. 3,846

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, brain rot words, w some stupid ass memes + texts; race neutral reader, mentions of the other members, “forbidden” love, secret relationship, kissing, groping, dry humping, cum swallowing, sexting, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, sneaking out, tit play, oral (f receiving), protected sex, creampie, aftercare, a bit of “angst” at the end, use of “beautiful”

note. this is lwk a really late happy one month to my account, so cheers to 300 of you! this has been sitting on my brain and i need it OUT GETEOUTGOETOYT this is like 70% written, 30% texts if u say anything abt the small inconsistencies im hunting u down watch ur back

ok so like backstory before we get into the smut you fiends

you’re a pretty young staff member for the teamies but you’re really only a standby staff member ex you carry their stuff, get them water, stuff like that. but that doesn’t mean maki hasn’t had his eyes on you since the beginning……..

all the little things you said, interested maki so much. did you text this way to the other members? did you care about them like this? did you give them nicknames? it ate at his brain he was literally trying to reason what makes you so different. other staff didn’t act like this. was it because you were his age? no. there was another staff member that was born in 2000 and didn’t act this way to him. you scratched his brain just right, he waited day and night for more texts from you. all the texts were professional, but the way you spoke…

you were so… loveable?

you on the other hand was plotting lwk… you freak! yeah sure, maki is around your age, he’s super fucking fine, he’s so funny, he’s like lwk perfect… would anyone blame you if you tried to bag him? can’t hurt if you placed a you shaped worm in his head… right?

OH YOU LOCKED IN AYYYYYYY

maki felt some type of way… was it love? like damn shawty remembered how i liked burritos so they got me them???? shawty’s first thought was me???????

you felt proud. you wanted maki to know you fw him like that. but like nonchalant rightttt you attract. you don’t chase. you js chill like that! but this could cost you ur job– oup WHO SAID THATTTTTTTT!

you left a mark on maki’s heart. let’s see if he could leave one on yours….????

AYYYY HE WANT YOU SO BADDDD AYYYYY

maki was feeling so good. he just bagged a baddie lfg boys! but the question stands. how is he gonna make you like HIS??

after maki #AIRBALLED his confession basically the members made fun of him.

the teamies rn are stressed asf that maki is gonna airball again but who knows? will he bag you? (spoilers, he will)

it’s after practice and maki nearly runs to the bathrooms to see you there, standing by the doors. maki is nearly pissing his fucking pants but he smiles when you make eye contact with him. he motions his hands so the two of you are behind a wall where no one could see you two. maki breathes, “y/n. you doing those little things. calling me nicknames, taking care of me, talking to me like a normal person rather than an idol– and i think you’re really fucking beautiful too with a godsend personality– anyways i loved it all. i might be batshit crazy but–! i like... really like you a lot so… do you wanna try being sneaky about this?” 

you hum at him, “yeah. let’s be sneaky.” 

maki peers over the wall, making sure no one is nearby before cupping your face and quickly pecks you. “was that okay?” he laughs. “of course it is,” you whisper as you sling your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he slides his hands down to your sides. you envelop each other’s lips in just a few quick american kisses before maki pulls away, “i gotta go, text me?” he smiles as he lets go, quickly pecks you, and reaches his hand out when he leaves. “yeah, i will.”

maki can’t help it.

he excitedly pulls out his phone to immediately start texting the teamies.

although maki was concerned that his members believed in him, this new relationship of his was gonna be hard to cover up already. he missed the presence of your lips. they were soft, plush, he could still taste your lip balm that was on his lips. 

it didn’t take long before maki decided to go from a secret relationship, to a risky relationship.

when you see maki, it was all over. he slips you away to a dressing room that wasn’t in use. it was almost too quick by how maki’s hands smoothed down your waist to grope at your ass. “maki—!” you whisper through the rough kisses, “you’re gonna— ruin my— clothes—!” maki sighs, “yeah— and?” maki runs his tongue along your lips, successfully slipping in his tongue to messily intertwine with yours. before you knew it, maki’s bulge was resting on your stomach, growing harder. 

“maki— why are you hard?” you say breathless and let go of the kiss. maki furrows his brows, hands still on your ass, “doesn’t take an astrophysicist to know why.” you roll your eyes, “you go up in 30, we can’t have you hard.” maki takes a step to peer outside the door, “it’s okay, not that many people are around. just... grind on me.” he murmurs, taking your ass to hitch your clothed pussy up on this bulge. 

although you were wearing some denim shorts, you could still feel how big maki was against you. you’re quietly moaning at the friction, you could feel how your panties were pooling with pleasure. “fuck— maki— you’re gonna make our underwear dirty.” you hiss, attempting to focus on your words. maki grunts, “are you gonna keep me— clean? like the staff member— you are?” 

you could tell what maki was insinuating, he wanted head in some regard, but in reality maki was too caught up in the friction of pleasure, he was about to cum anyways. when you unbuckle maki’s jeans, you could see a small wet spot forming on his boxers, which was obviously from his precum. once you let his fat cock out free, the moment you wrapped your lips around maki’s tip, he busts right then in there in your mouth. 

caught by surprise, you still allowed him to empty out his cock in your mouth, swallowing every bit. once he came, you come back up to him, “busting a little fast— aren’t we?” you giggle. “fuck, sorry, y/n— couldn’t handle it. i’ll treat you better later, trust me.” he comes back for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. you smile in the kiss as you buckle him back up after hearing a staff member yell, “all &team members, please get ready for rehearsal!” 

“go up there, dog boy.” you say, letting go of the kiss once more. “yeah, yeah.” he mumbles as he gives you a few more kisses before opening the door and flashing you a small smile before he leaves. 

that man will be the death of you.

but it gets even worse when you two are separated. for your position, you don’t get to travel with the teamies. you simply work with them in japan, rather than flying to korea with them. maki gets especially worked up when he can’t meet up with his darling staff member which happens to be in a secret relationship with him. 

so what does he do? he obviously sexts you to eventual phone sex with you in a spare dressing room like always!

you see the call screen ringing, you prop yourself up your headboard before picking up, laying the phone flat against your ear. “hi, maki,” you sweetly chirp. maki groans from the other end, “hi, y/n,” he grits at first. “fuck. i’m so hard for you.” you airily sigh in response, “you’re making me wet from thinking about last time– i didn’t even cum.” you hear some squelchy noises from the other end, presumably maki fucking his fist full. you reciprocate, your fingers find their way in your underwear, starting to tease your clit. “sorry ‘bout that– i’ll fuck you good when i’m back in japan, i promise,” maki grunts out in response.

giggling at his promise, you murmur, “yeah? would you fuck me good? how’d you fuck me?” maki chuckles, “i’d fuck you so good. shit— i can imagine it. i’ve been needing that pussy since i felt it— gonna fuck that pretty face into the mattress or maybe even have your tits bounce f’ me.” maki speeds up his hand, twisting his cock as his eyes roll back. while your hand is jittery, rubbing faster circles as faint whines leave your lips. “god, maki—! need that fat cock again— need it fucking me good—!” your whines are turning into moans as your fingers keep at your cunt. maki’s hands feel like he’s suffocating his cock by hearing you speak.

“yeah? needing this cock actually fuck you good? don’t worry— i’ll fuck you good, so good.” maki grunts once more before gritting, “you gonna cum?” you nod repeatedly even if he couldn’t see you, “yeah, gonna— cum!” you release your orgasm, your juices leaking out your pussy, while maki cums all over his fingers. 

maki throws his head back onto the wall, breathless, and his cock still jerking his entire release. your head is back into the headboard as your legs shake from your orgasm. maki croaks, “i swear i’ll fuck you so good when i’m back, beautiful.” you meekly respond, “i’ll be waiting.”

thank god for you, you didn’t wait long! 

maki came back to japan a little later than usual. the sun has already gone down, the bustling city’s lights turned on, while average civilians are making their way back home. while you were getting ready to go to bed, you heard soft knocking on your apartment door. you look through the peephole, only to find maki standing there. you nearly swing the door open while whisper yelling, “it’s so fucking late?! why are you here?!’ maki grins after seeing you, “i had to sneak out and see you. been needing to fuck you so bad.” he lets himself in by immediately pressing his lips onto yours. he discards his outer layer of clothes, messily leaving them near your door. 

you didn’t mind though. your hands are making their way underneath his hoodie, begging to be taken off. while his are on your hips, surprisingly guiding you back to your bed, even if it was his first time here. the kiss breaks by maki peeling off your oversized t-shirt. he comes down to one of your nipples to suck harshly at the bud, while his opposing hand works at the other, toying with it. your soft moans escape you as you look down at maki. 

his sweats are low on his hips

his back is sculpted with muscle. 

his black hair is tousled from being on the plane.

this was such a new sight you couldn’t ever think you’d see.  

“you’re moaning so much, beautiful. you missed me that much?” maki teases as he switches his focus onto your other nipple. “y–yeah, miss you so– fucking much–!” you gasp at the feeling of maki sinking his teeth into a nipple while he rolls his finger into another. the icky feeling of your panties sticking to you was so apparent. your fingers are coiled into maki’s hair. his bulge is getting bigger by the second. 

maki transitions his focus on your boobs to down your sternum. both hands are now teasing the waistband of your sweats as he kisses down to your stomach. maki looks up for a bit, seeing your hot face. your lips are parted and bitten, your eyes low in a haze, just nearly fucked out. he smirks as he pulls down your sweats and panties in one motion. he groans at the sight of your pussy. oh he’s been waiting– begging to have this pussy in his hands. he completely discards you clothes to your floor, leaving you completely bare. 

he doesn’t hesitate before diving between your thighs. his hands are propping up your thighs, pads of his fingers pressing into them. your knees are bent over his shoulders as he licks flat tongued stripes along your pussy, gathering your wetness on his tongue, as he gazes up at you. he’s carefully analyzing what you flinch at. what you gasp at. and best of all, what you moan at. he’s teasing your clit, then mouthing your labia, then finally inserting his tongue in you. 

he’s savoring you. 

and he’s doing it so well. 

it’s almost shocking to believe this is your first time fucking this man and he’s eating you like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world. “you taste– amazing,” maki chuckles through his work on your pussy. “gotta get used to this, beautiful– whenever i need a boost of energy– gonna need you to be my support,” maki breathes as he drinks up your cunt. you’re coming close to your orgasm, moaning and whimpering through maki’s tongue on you. you still manage to croak out, “what do you– mean by– that?” maki laughs, “wanna take you to a spare room– slip your panties to the side– and drink this pussy dry. it’ll be my– energy drink for the day. having you unable to stand– before i go up on stage.” 

your brain starts going to overdrive hearing maki’s filthy words. fuck. you could imagine it so clearly. in a dark room, you’re struggling to keep your moans in as maki eat you out– your pussy juices being his driving force for the day. maybe maki has you on a table, maybe he’s lifting you up on the wall, maybe he has you sprawled on the floor, or maybe you’re standing and unable to maintain your composure. 

you don’t know. 

all you know is that maki is gonna be the one treating this pussy right– behind closed doors of course. you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, knowing your orgasm is coming soon. your thighs clamp around maki’s head, maki hums against your pussy, knowing your orgasm is also soon. in a few more movements, maki feels you releasing your orgasm on him. the wetness is staining his lips and chin– but he doesn’t care. he’s gonna drink you up anyways.

he lifts himself from your cunt to come and kiss you again, this time you can taste your cum on his lips. maki fiddles with his sweats, releasing his cock from his boxers as well. you pull back from the kiss, finally seeing the cock that you’ve been wanting so bad. you can tell maki was about to ask something, but you cut him off, “on the pill– just fuck me, maki,” you huff out, desperate for him to fuck you. maki laughs, “whatever you say, beautiful. just don’t back out.” 

maki lines himself up to your cunt and easily slips in from his spit and your previous orgasm. your breath hitches from the fullness of his cock, making you bring an arm around maki’s neck. maki secures a hand on your waist, slowly easing himself in and out. your face is contorting to relaxed eyes and a slack jaw, something maki loves seeing. once you both get used to his pace, maki starts speeding up his hips. his cock is fully fucking itself into you, pulling out, and repeating. 

his grip on your waist starts to become harsh.

your grip on his neck starts to falter. 

what a perfect dynamic. 

it doesn’t take long for maki to start fucking you so good like he promises. you start to feel your limbs go weak, while maki feels him grounding his hips further into you. the both of your moans are effortlessly falling from the both of your lips, without a care. “god– if i wasn’t an idol– i would fuck this pussy to the brim with my cum–!” maki groans out. your pussy is sucking him so right, it's impossible for him to not bust instantly just like last time. you whine out, “then fuck me– like you aren’t–! fuck me like you aren’t an idol– fill me up, maki–!” 

you didn’t need to tell maki twice. 

he grips your hips with both of his hands and fucks himself deeper. deeper than he ever has. he’s gonna fuck his pussy full, like he owns it. to you– he does. 

maki’s precum is smearing against your gummy walls.

it’s staining them.

in his cum.

he keeps at his pace, fucking your pussy and your brain to mush. he can feel himself cumming soon and so do you. maki locks eyes with you, sighing how pretty you look. hair messy, eyes glossy, drool running down the side of your lip, mouth shakily chanting, “maki… maki… maki!” your tits are bouncing to ever thrust he gives you, your pussy taking him so good, not wanting him to leave or let go. 

ironic, isn’t it?

you could say the same for maki. the small sweat patch on his covered forehead, eyes filled with lust for you, lips carelessly leaving praises of how his beautiful was taking his cock so good, veins bulging at the forearms. his hands– large hands, enveloping your waist as he drills himself further and further. cum is leaking from his tip and is pounded against your cervix over and over. making you his, he wouldn’t ever let cum leak this easily in anyone else. 

very interesting. 

once the both of you feel your orgasms coming, you let it all go. you release a guttural moan, clenching around him. maki grunts out each time his cock jerks in you. it takes a few seconds before maki slips himself out. he kisses your forehead before leaving to your bathroom to pick up a towel. he dabs his sweat as well as yours before cleaning the cum on the both of you. maki drops the towel on your bedside table before slipping both you and him underneath your covers. 

“you okay, beautiful?” he extends his arms to have your face in the crook of his neck. you inhale, “yeah… you?” maki leaves a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “don’t worry about me, i filled you with my cum just now.” you laugh a bit, “which is the best outcome.” 

dazed, the both of you fade off to sleep in each other’s arms.

you love your secret relationship with maki but, when you turn to your side and maki’s warmth is all gone after he snuck back out, you wonder if this relationship is even worth it when you can’t even have the simplest things like waking up next to him be consistent.

goes to show that there’s a reason why idols and staff shouldn’t date.

© KIREILIEN 2025 | please like, repost, and/or comment! ♡︎

[jesuistrestriste]

here to say ily your brain is beautiful and i’ve been thinking about art donaldson’s mile wide mommy kink literally all day…….. half the time he’s so fucked out he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it, he just needs his mommy so bad <33

fawn UR brain is beautiful oh em gee im giggling

art is legitimately thee most depraved boy ever when he’s got your fingers inside him (curling and playing with all his special spots), or your perfect hole wrapped around his useless cock, or your strap fucking into him with each harsh roll of your hips <3 his blonde curls bouncing and sticking to his forehead + his temples while he drools and lets his eyes roll back into his head ..

and when the word “mommy” slips off his tongue like honeyed silk, but with the slight tang and bitterness of his embarrassment, it makes it all the more satisfying when you realize how much of a mess he really is for you.

all for you. only for you.

and art’s moaning it like a whore, too. his cheeks burning bright pink with shame that only fuels his arousal, pearly beads of precome dripping from his parts. it’s truly a sight to behold.

you reach down and pull back on a handful of his hair, forcing his head back. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and whines, and he just looks up at you with the most desperate expression ever.

please love me.

please touch me.

please kiss me.

please fuck me.

please don’t leave me.

but all he can muster out through the orgasmic haze fogging up his brain is—

“oh, mommy… mommy.. m-mommy… gonna come..”

at least you don’t expect him to be smart when you’re mercilessly pulling climax after climax from his convulsing cock.

he’s grateful for that.

he’s grateful for you.

“mommy… love you.. please..”

[miyaagis]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ birth is the death of us. iwaizumi hajime

not feeling like yourself can ruin so many beautiful things like watching your baby grow and sharing such joy with your husband. even your intimate life with him... if there's any left.

explicit content - mdni. ₊˚⊹ ⚝ marriage + parenthood au. cuckquean reader, fem oc, reader is in her 20s, iwaizumi and fem oc in their 30s. angst, lowkey emotional cheating, unprotected sex, humiliation, body comparison. mentions of giving birth, implied postpartum depression and low self-esteem related to physical appearance.

word c. a little over 1,900

the last time i had the pleasure of including iwaizumi hajime (27) in a fic was prob two years ago (maybe more). so thank u so much @mycolorhologram for commissioning me and trusting me with ur idea ♡

“Do you think we should switch to an SUV?” He asks with his finger hovering over the screen of his phone, the crease above his left brow stands out as he frowns down at it—a feature you've learned to become familiar with. “For safety purposes, I mean.”

The laundry machine hums in the background, disturbing the atmosphere of your home while simultaneously joining the white noise machine in your baby’s room. You dismiss his question, which seemingly came out of the blue.

“It’s a big spend.” You shrug it off, not realizing that, in reality, it’s not a random thought. “Maybe in the future.”

A sigh from him is all you get, which prompts you to leave the laundry basket on the floor and step closer. He still hasn’t scrolled past whatever he’s looking at on his phone, so your curiosity wins.

You suddenly wish you hadn’t peeked. 

“Is that Minako?”

Noticing you standing close enough to see his screen, he locks it at the same time he clears his throat. “Uh– Yeah.”

It’s only an Instagram post, that’s the first thing your brain tells you. But your gut knows that him mentioning getting a new car when his ex shows off her brand-new Lexus is not a coincidence.

“I’ll go check on the baby.” He knows your silence is dangerous territory, so he’s quick to flee the scene.

He hasn’t even reached the hall when you speak again, calm as ever, but he can see the cogs turning in your brain.

“She still works at your old job?”

He hesitates for a second, debating between sharing what he really knows and what he’s supposed to know.

“I think so?” His tone is light and dismissive, shrugging it off like it’s nothing. “Last I heard, she was after a promotion. Why?”

The laundry machine stops, its alarm letting you know the cycle is done. You try to ignore it, just like how you’ve been ignoring how boring your marriage has become and how exhausted you always are. It’s only been two months since your baby was born, but it feels like it’s been two years instead. Lately, time moves slow for you, but not fast enough for your husband.

You decide it’s best to drop the subject. 

“No reason.”

—

The clock reads 23:15 when his hand snakes around your waist.

You don’t say anything at first, merely enjoying his embrace as he spoons you close to him. It’s a gesture you’ll always welcome, especially after a long day of mom duty.

A tender kiss is placed at the crown of your head, and you smile, sinking further in his arms. It doesn’t take long for his lips to travel all over the side of your face, his warm breath and presence comforting your tired spirit. But when his hand moves under your shirt, gliding up to the underside of your breast, the comfort switches to uneasiness.

“Haji…” A weak murmur from you is quickly lost in the dark.

His kisses persist, his hand swiftly reaching up to cup the soft flesh and give a squeeze. All you can hear from him are his heavy breaths while he presses you close, his front making contact with your backside at the same time his rough fingers pinch a sensitive nipple. You try to turn around so his hand would lose contact with your breast, but his hold is too firm, and you’re left squirming against what seems to be a wall of concrete.

You think it’s over when he lets go and his hand moves down to your hip bone, staying there idly.

“Finally got you all to myself, mama.” Lust drips over the huskiness in his voice, the sound of clearly being desired making your heart beat faster.

However, as much as you long to hear his words of worship, you just… don’t really feel that excitement anymore. Especially since it’d involve him seeing your postpartum body in too much detail—which also makes it harder to believe his praise.

You swat his hand away—gently, of course. “Not yet.”

He’s not new to this apparent rejection from your part, he has heard it all: ‘I’m tired’, ‘It hurts’, ‘I don’t feel comfortable’. And he’s getting tired of fighting you, his disappointment steadily turning into annoyance as he rolls over with a sigh. 

—

The following night, he doesn't even try.

From your side of the bed, you watch as he goes straight to the bathroom, the door slamming behind him and a minute later the water from the shower starts to run along with echoes of his deep grunts.

Once he gets in bed, your hand settles over his bare chest, a little uncertain. 

“I could’ve helped.” You offer him a soft smile, but he seems genuinely confused. “I mean– giving you a hand?”

It’s awkward and cringe enough to make you wince at your own words. He’s your husband, sex shouldn’t be this awkward when he has seen you birth your child.

His amusement lasts a few seconds before he’s clearing his throat and leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Don’t worry about it.”

That’s when you make your decision.

—

“Are you out of your damn mind?!”

You should’ve seen it coming. 

Hajime is clearly upset, sporting his characteristic scowl and directing it at you once he made sure the door of your bedroom was closed.

What you fail to see is how, in reality, he’s upset at himself. He refuses to admit how much he likes the idea. It’s so, so wrong of him to immediately picture himself with another woman, the ‘what if’s’ playing in his mind effortlessly—he’s disgusted.

“Hear me out, please.” You rush to explain yourself, his troubled gaze making contact with yours.

He nods once. It’s all he can give you right now to acknowledge he’s willing to listen. Doesn’t mean he’s happy about it, though.

“I still don’t feel comfortable after the baby… with my body, I mean.” He’s aware of it, he has seen you drown yourself in his shirts and sweatpants, rejecting every chance to go out, even for a coffee, because you don’t feel your best. “It’s weird to explain, but I think it’s an opportunity for us to bond, to– I don’t know, deepen our trust?”

And you mean it. Giving him the chance to explore his pent-up sexual energy in a controlled and safe environment is something you look forward to. 

He loves you, he truly does. You have not only given him unconditional love for the past few years, but also a child, pouring your heart, body, and soul into nurturing your little one. But he can see what you mean, he’s noticed your skin looking dull, your lack of excitement when it comes to the sexual side of your marriage. Of course he never says anything, it’s not your fault.

And then there’s your libido. Non-existent.

“It sounds insane.” 

You see a bit of the initial resistance fade, and you internally celebrate it.

“You can decide who.” Your tone turns bashful, a little ashamed of what you’re about to admit. “I’ve seen sites, we can browse those together?” 

He hesitates again, looking away before staring back at your hopeful expression. He hates that he’s even entertaining the idea, but he hates it even more that he already knows who he wants.

“I guess...”

—

Seeing your husband kiss his college girlfriend with a passion that should be reserved for you, feels like a punch to the gut—especially when said ex-girlfriend is closer in age to him than you are.

She came in carrying her successful self with confidence, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t affect your own self-esteem. But this isn’t about you or her, this is about him. You can only hope she’s also aware of it.

He parts from her mouth with a soft bite to her bottom lip, your core reacting to the sight of it even as your heart squeezes painfully. His head turns your way and his darkened eyes land on you, it only takes him a few steps to reach you, your back rigid as you stay seated by the couch next to the bed.

“Sit pretty for me, yeah?” His lips meet your temple in a tender and loving kiss, one you’ve gotten countless times as reassurance. “I love you, baby.”

And then he’s back with her.

It all goes too quickly, and you don't know if you should be grateful that he’s just… getting it over with. The sooner it ends, the better. Right? You truly want to enjoy this experience, but she’s not making it easy.

He easily gets her legs up on his shoulders, their eyes on each other as he thrusts in short yet harsh strokes. You can’t hear clearly what they’re saying, relying mostly on where his eyes or hands land on her body.

“Fuck–” curses slip from his mouth effortlessly, and he feels himself throb when his hands circle Minako’s waist perfectly. There’s a look of utter bliss on her, one he’s very familiar with, and takes him back to the intense nights they used to share.

“Mhm… harder, Haji.” His ex drags her nails from his shoulders down to his biceps, the nickname slipping easily and with a familiarity that makes you feel uneasy. “Need it deeper.” 

His heart feels weak the more he watches her take every inch without complaining. For once, after God-knows-how-long, he’s able to suck and bite on a pair of nipples to his heart’s content without worrying about being pushed away. He can move hard and deep, pressing his sensitive tip against the cervix without expecting the woman underneath him to scoot away in discomfort.

It’s a never-ending bliss of having passionate, dirty sex with someone that won’t shy away from his touch. 

Which means, in his lust-clouded mind, that it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when he pumps her full of his cum, jerking his hips rapidly and causing the excess to seep from around the edges of her slit and down her ass.

“Hajime.” You panic but don’t get up from your seat, “We said–”

“I know, I know.” He grunts, aware of your concern but dismissing it at the same time. In all honesty, he thought he could resist the temptation, but he didn’t. So, what? You didn’t say a thing when he slipped inside without a condom–even after you asked him to. “I couldn’t, okay?”

You immediately fall silent, not knowing what else to say. What do you even say in a moment like this?

Her laughter makes your body go cold. She’s not even looking at you, her eyes set on your husband’s features. 

“Relax, girl. I’m on the pill.” She’s interrupted by his kiss, way too tender for your liking, as he moves her legs down his shoulders, causing his length to slip out of her with a wet pop. His hands swiftly move her so she’s lying on her side, facing you, while he’s behind her. Her eyes finally look at you right as he lifts her leg and guides himself back inside her with a raspy groan, her smirk faltering and eyes rolling back once he sets a languid pace, his mouth latching onto her shoulder. “So we’re gonna do it again, and again, and again.”

And your husband smiles because he knows this is far from done. He hasn’t even made you lick his cum off of her yet.

[returnofeternity]

heyyy, I would like to request reader who is Shauna’s older daughter, poor girl, she have mommy issues so bad, but Lottie? Lottie is the most beautiful, caring and nice woman to her; they would have fun at the slumber party and reader probably go away with her to the city <3

lottie who uses your mommy issues to her advantage 😁😁😁 part of her feels sad that shauna's so detached from you but also knowing that she's raising the wilderness baby 2.0....she has to have you. has to STEAL you from shauna. she doesn't even have to try that hard tbh. you go crazy when she does something as simple as ask you if you're doing well today 😭

lottie who breaks your brain for a solid minute when she tells you "good girl." after you clean up the mess you made last night while having the munchies.

lottie who starts showing at your college campus/work to hang out, taking you to the mall and getting you whatever your heart desires. or just showing up to buy something so she can talk to you. she loves when she catches you staring at her lips or how you take a second longer to respond bc you were too busy admiring her beauty.

but shauna who starts to get defensive the more lottie is with you.... she cannot believe you convinced her to let lottie stay in the first place. and tbh, yeah, you are curious about lottie and what her and your mom did out in the wilderness, and sure, you might ask some questions so what?! but mainly, you're just really attracted to lottie.. you want her to stay ^^

so you're pissed the hell off when she calls in misty for back up when you finally get lottie alone.

lottie who tries to get you alone too, wandering to your room and trying to quietly enter in hopes that she can finally make a move. being disappointed when misty interrupts and giving each other Looks as misty leaves, almost jumping forward and dragging lottie back into your room as she follows behind so you can kiss her because God you just wanna kiss her so bad.

lottie who sees It in you when you manipulate misty into joining the sleepover.

grinning at lottie and actually really enjoying yourself when you all put on face masks and play cards 😞 lottie who calls you cute and pours you more to drink and takes another shot with you ^^. she'd be so curious about ur life and ask you so many questions when you bring up playing a different game (u had mentioned 21 questions..) and ur plan of asking them about the wilderness just gets shut down by lottie wanting to know what ur childhood was like 😭😭 it almost turns into a therapy session bro

lottie who definitely sees It in you when you drug misty.

thinking of the long-awaited kiss happening. all the feelings you have just build up and you and her just look at each other after she asks why you don't look so surprised that misty just passed out. breaking the tension with a small smile and asking her to help you move misty to the kitchen counter before moving back to the living room. sitting on the couch with her as you scroll thru shows to watch and feeling her strong stare, mumbling out an "i know why i'm so curious about you, but why are you so curious about me?" because you can tell she's pulled to you for some reason, you just don't know why. and it intrigues you. she just shrugs and mentions how similar you are to Her, and some part of you knows she isn't talking about your mom. and then she's leaning in, pausing for a brief moment to give you time to tell her you don't want this, before attaching her lips to yours.

gahhh just being so soft with her after.. asking if you can do her hair while you watch this shitty reality tv show, not rly knowing what you're doing but just enjoying touching her hair and being close. feeling so....fuzzy... when you rub her cheek with your knuckles and she leans in closer and kisses it ;(

then shauna crashes tf out. she doesnt even know all of this is romantic until she catches lottie kissing you. she yells at her to leave and you're just angry at your mom, ignoring her screaming for you to come back as you follow lottie outside. thinking about basically running away with her right there, getting in her car and just driving away to wherever she takes you. and staying in her childhood penthouse with her 😞😞 lottie taking you around the city, shopping, and going to fancy restaurants and declining shauna's phone calls :D

letting her spoil you but also spoiling her with your love :( holding her at night, asking her if you're doing the right thing by avoiding your mom and she's right there to reassure you that, yes, you are. making her and her sick father breakfast in the morning and going out on walks with her after ^^

[sukunas-wife]

Baby Yuu is a mama’s boy and a I love it. Also I LOVE UR STUFF 🥹💖🌸

You’re so sweet

HE IS A MAMA’s BOY

He loves his daddy, don’t get me wrong, he thinks the world of his dad and wants to Grow up like his daddy,

but in his little boy teary eyes if anything goes wrong he’s running to his mommy,

in the morning when he sleeps with his parents his feet are on his dad while he’s hugging his mama

You’re going out to the garden? He’s squeezing his way out of his play fight with his dad because he knows there’s going to be sweets and tea

In his eyes you are the most beautiful lady he’s ever seen and he knows he has to treat you with respect and love the way his father does (when the doors aren’t closed- Sukuna is a beast I’m sorry)

He loves holding your hand on walks and when you carry him because he’s tired he loved to hold onto your fan or parasol, little memories that are embedded deeply into his brain.

Afternoon walks where he’s tired and you pick him up to carry him, the design of your parasol shining through with the light of the setting sun, the soft smile on your lips when you adjust him to rest his head on your should so you can kiss his forehead, the sound of your heart beat lulling him to sleep, his sleepy eyes closing and opening until he sees his dad pull you into his side to kiss you, he lets out a quiet “eww daddy” and he’s out like a light

He bring you little pretty rocks and strange things he finds, one time he brought you the metallic shell of a hollowed out bug and you were happy because he thought it was pretty and you deserved to have pretty things because you’re pretty, but an empty bug wasn’t the top thing on your list of must haves

All in all, he’s a sweet boy and loves his mommy 😭🤍🤍 love him and never hurt him, he cried when you leave early in the morning and he doesn’t get his morning kisses, in which cases Sukuna will whack him with a pillow 🤍🤍

Tag: @sakuxxi @mercymccann @certainduckanchor @najiiix @bakugou-katsukis-wife @amitiel-truth @souyasplushie @mylovelessnightmare @ynjimenez @dolliira @princessluvz @furiousblacktiger @anyaswlrd @shytastemakerthing

[sibsteria]

pls for the love of god write more spencer. ur writing is everything

The difference between love and pretending…

Spencer Agnew x fem!Reader

a/n ask and ye shall receive

Masterlist

Warnings/Content: This be a short one, little bit of angst, pining, kissing, cheating, alcohol

Summary: He dated your friend, granted she treated him like dirt and you, doesn’t that break some kind of girl code? But he stood there, oh so beautiful and you just…

New! Spencer Agnew Prompt Series!

Prompt: “I can’t stop thinking about the last time we kissed.” “You say you don’t love me but you kissed me back like you did.”

Flashback

The living room was heavy with the heartbreak of your best friend and colleague, for that matter. A stupid romcom blaring colour from the tv that he swore he didn’t like in the dim light room, wine drunk to high heaven, scattered takeaway containers around the table and a big big box of chocolate.

Having just broken up with your friend, catching her kissing one of her guy friends when she thought she was alone, you were here to help him feel better. You didn’t know if it was working, but you hope it was, you hated seeing him like this- not because you had a crush or anything. You set them up together so really it’s your own fault, your own fault that you had to watch the two people you love in this world kiss over and over, your own fault he sat here upset.

The tension grew awkward after he spoke, “I should have dated you instead.” He laughed, but in a sort of self deprecation way. And the alcohol that cling to your brain made the case even worse as you blurted out- “Maybe…” Your eyes met his, you know it was wrong- he was going through heartbreak and he had belonged to your friend not six hours ago and…

He leaned down, unsure of what he was actually doing right now, and sure enough your lips met. It turned sloppy and messy, your lipstick smearing over his face as you gripped each others clothing.

What were you doing?

You felt embarrassed at yourself, he was hurting and you just let him kiss you like that, how selfish can you be?

Soon after you had pulled away, you made an excuse and left, you can’t do this to him or to yourself. You didn’t want to stay and become a rebound girl for the man you were pretty sure you loved.

You didn’t talk about it after that night, the rooms went silent and stuffy when it was just the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say.

Both of you tried to build your friendship back up, eventually getting to a point where you could exchange niceties when working, but in the back of your head you were sort of regretting what happened.

Until….

“Can I talk to you for a second…alone?” You paused as you packed up to leave, it was getting late and you didn’t want to bother the clean up crew.

“Um, yeah, sure- is everything okay?” You ask, your eyes darted anywhere but his face.

“No.” He put it plain and simple, it had been at least four months since that night, was he still angry at you?

“Oh…” Was all you could say, waving goodbye to your desk buddies before it left just the two of you.

“I can’t stop thinking about the last time we kissed.” He huffed out, swiping some hair out of his eyes.

“Ah…what do you mean?” You knew this was coming eventually, it was stupid to think it wouldn’t.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, about you…” You blink at his words, about you?

“About me?” Your breathing became a little heavier as the office was silent and still.

“About how much I want to kiss you again…” You gasped quietly, was he on drugs?

“Spencer…”

“I get it, if you don’t feel the same way but…I kind of know you do…” He trails off, looking a little awkward.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You panicked a little, how did he know about your feelings? Was this a trick? You betted on Ian spilling the beans, of course he did!

“I feel like I used you that night, the night we kissed because…I knew you had feelings for me and I just…wanted to feel like someone loved me.” He’s upset at his own words, at himself for taking advantage of you and your feelings for him. You had gotten it all wrong, he wasn’t angry at you. You stayed calm even thought you felt utterly embarrassed that he had known about your feelings for so long.

“I…thought I was using you…because of how I felt and I thought I was being selfish letting you kiss me when I knew you loved her.” Her being your friend, of course.

“Let me kiss you again…” He stepped towards you, a fire in his eyes.

“What? Why?” You don’t want your feelings played around like that.

“Because…I, I like you back.” He softens at you, “Since that night, since the kiss, it’s like you messed with me…and I can’t stop thinking about you.” This can’t be true, it was just convenience.

“Spencer, no, you don’t. It’s just-“

“Yes…I do, I know the difference between love and pretending.” He was a smart man, of course he knew, not that you fully believed it.

“Okay, well…” You couldn’t do this to your friend, could you? You had only just patched things up after being angry at her for so long for breaking his heart, how would it look now if you just swooped him up? “I can’t…because she-“

“Forget about her, I stopped thinking about her the moment our lips touched and it’s not like she doesn’t deserve this…you shouldn’t care about her feelings more than your own.” Why was he so right?

“How are you so sure I love you, still? I don’t.” You had it coming as soon as you said that, your voice wavering because of the dishonesty in it. You couldn’t do this to her-

He scoffed, putting his hands up and cupping your jaw before pulling you into the most phenomenal kiss of your life, it happened quickly and you followed suit- kissing him back with the same passion.

His hands tangled in your hair as you came up to steady yourself on his chest, it went on for a while before he pulled away- a sick grin on his features.

“You say you don’t love me but you kissed me back like you did.” His eyes are shining as you can’t find anything to deny.

“I…” You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, you didn’t know what to say.

“One date? If we aren’t a match then that’s the end…but I don’t see that happening, I really, really want this to work with you. Don’t think about what she might think or say. We were friends for much longer and…you don’t need someone like her in your life” She did treat you terribly, you were always so kind to people and they took it for granted more often than not.

“You know, you are really stubborn.” You suppressed a smile, looking at him with a glint of joy in your eyes.

“Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 6? They do discounts on the bowling place down the street after 8, we could get some dinner…or something like that?” That sounded amazing, a chill first date.

“Perfect.” You bite your bottom lip, smiling.

“You won’t regret it.” He leans in to kiss your cheek.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[milkteabinniechan]

hellooo! can i request a fan fic w bangchan x chubby reader angst; where yn starts to feel very disgusted abt herself at the point she end up crying into chan’s arms saying she doesn’t even feel feminine?

take ur time! ps: i love ur blog 😫😫

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

warnings: body image issues, fat shaming, angst. (thank you for this suggestion it was very healing<3)

♡Just for Me - Chan

"No, leave the lights off." You begged.

The world had been cruel today. Just ruthless. And the bedroom light served as a spotlight for all of the imperfections laid into your skin. You crossed both of your arms over your stomach and turned your head away from Chan. Your chest tightened as painful reminders flooded your brain. How tight your dress was today. Seeing your own reflection in the window of a passing car, the window of a building.

Your own mother's voice echoing in effortless fashion behind your own; stretch marks, really? Are you really that big? I was never that big at your age. Men don't like their women so LARGE.

"Baby...?" Chan's voice cooed. "What's wrong?" His head tilted, his brow furrowed. He glanced down to see your arms crossed over your stomach, your legs squeezing together as if you were trying to make yourself smaller.

The tightening in your chest proved too much until the verge of tears had become a drowning flood. Chan held you close as you sobbed. You felt so incredibly gross. So indescribably unattractive. You asked him how he could love someone like this. Someone like you. Chan held your face in his hands. He kissed both of your cheeks lightly and whispered "let me show you."

Chan leaned his head down and kissed your arms, the barrier you had built to hide your beautiful body from him. He continued to kiss down your torso, reaching the exposed skin below your forearms. Chan hummed into you.

"You're so soft..." He whispered deeply.

You squirmed from beneath his plump lips. He was determined to make you love every part of yourself. It was his favorite thing to do. Your gorgeous figure lit something inside of him. His hot breath was beginning to fill your body up with the sensation you so desperately craved, but felt like you seldomed deserved. A moan escaped your lips.

Chan smiled and let his hands swim up your legs to your stomach. He gently rubbed and massaged until your lifted your arms up and out of the way. He lazily kissed every inch of your stomach that he could reach, until he had to roll you over to your side and continue his loving journey to your back. Every roll, every crease, every curve received a passionate and affectionate kiss.

"I want you. Every part of you," Chan paused to lock eyes with you, "You were made just for me."