#lets be honest Will was not sleeping that night

[gooobraghhh]

Somno as a way to brat tame is so underrated

Imagine a brat, tired from a long day of acting up, never truly giving in the whole time but they’re completely exhausted after putting up a fight for so long. They innocently fall asleep, proud of their defiance and you just let It happen because you know their training is about to start.

After a while, long enough to where they’re deeper in sleep, it’s all to easy to pull their clothes aside and start gently teasing wherever they’re most sensative. For some that might be their chest, but more commonly clit/ tdick/frenulum will do the trick. Carefully start circling it and tracing it up and down at a painfully slow pace. Normally this would be torturous but their sleeping body is gonna take whatever you want to give it, no complaints. Then just take your time and have patience. You get to enjoy the show of hearing their little soft breathy moans and seeing their face wince between whines. An honest expression of how good they feel, a refreshing change from the normal defiance and snarky comments.

The goal from here on out is just to tease them for as long as possible. Enjoy feeling as they get miserably hard or messy. You want to toy with them an amount they absolutely could not withstand if they were awake. Just be careful not to push them over the edge and actually let them cum, they need to ride that line for as long as possible. Once they’re sufficiently primed and you’ve gotten a good eye and earful of their embarrassing involuntary reactions just fix their clothes a bit and pretend to roll, or nudge into them in your sleep. Not so much that it’s obvious you’re doing it on purpose but just enough to wake them up inconspicuously.

If all goes well they’ll groggily get up and get hit by a wave of crippling arousal. Almost as if they’d been getting denied for hours. It’s hard to even rationally with how deliriously needy they feel but your brat will quickly realize they have a decision to make. Do they wake you up so you can help relieve them, or do they try to get themselves off without you knowing. Going back to bed is nearly impossible at this point so it’s going to be one or the other.

If they wake you up make sure to really rub their face in how embarrassing this is. Have them communicate in detail how desperate they are and make them beg, apologize and humiliate themselves for your help. They should be essentially broken by the beginning thanks to your hard work. You can either not mention that you toyed with them in their sleep and just start letting them believe they’re so much of a slut waking up desperately horny is a new trait they have or around the time you get them close to finishing you can tell them all the details of what you did, and how cutely they reacted, let them realize how easily they were trained to obediently come to you for relief.

If they try to get off themselves that works too. Just pretend to sleep while you listen carefully to their moans and whines. When they start getting more frequent and hectic, letting you know they’re close, simply wake up and catch them red handed. Then you get to tease and make fun of them for being so much of a pervert they tried to get off next to you while you weren’t awake. You’ll watch their face get all red and shy, a lot more pleasant than the usual defiance. Then they are faced with another decision, do they keep going and jerk off in-front of you like a depraved whore, or do they now start begging you for your help. I think that’s definitely the most humiliating combination of outcomes. But after all that teasing and almost getting close themselves, they’re just gonna be desperate for bodily relief, dignity at the wayside. You can really make them beg after that level of humiliation. Then you can hold how desperate they were over their head. After all, that was all of their own volition, as far as they know you didn’t do anything, only have themselves to blame. You can keep up consistent night training if you really want to ensure their obedience. generally just consider adding somno to your routine brat training, it really messes with their head more than most other methods and has them convinced they’re a total needy pervert.

[etherealeowyn]

Can't Take My Eyes off You - Johnny Storm x Reader

Word Count: 2,418

I really liked how this story came out, and I'm contemplating writing a second part for this piece! Let me know if you want part 2!

Johnny dialed Y/n’s number on the rotary phone, and held it up to his ear, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself to ask the woman out.

He had only talked to her briefly earlier in the day, but he could tell that this girl was special, so much so that he wasn’t about to leave the café where she worked without getting her number.

He stared at the small, lined piece of paper in his hand, adorned with her nice handwriting, hoping she had given him her real number instead of a fake one.

“Hello?” a voice asked on the other line, and Johnny couldn’t stop a smile from forming when he recognized her voice.

“Hi, this is Johnny, the guy from the café earlier,��� he spoke, his voice slightly shaky from nerves.

“Yes, I remember you,” Y/n spoke with a little laugh, finding his nervousness cute.

“Haha I’m glad, I got tickets to see Frankie Valli tomorrow, and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me. I understand if you can’t, but I have a feeling I’d enjoy myself a lot more if you were there with me,” he responded, letting a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.

“In that case, I would love to go with you,” she replied, and it was obvious she was smiling just by hearing the tone of her voice.

“Perfect, just give me your address and I’ll pick you up at 6,” he excitedly said, writing down her address on the other side of the paper he held.

The two exchanged information before he placed the phone down and hung up, letting out a deep sigh of relief knowing that everything went exactly how he wanted it to. He fell back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, letting his mind run rampant with thoughts about tomorrow, and how pretty he knew Y/n would look.

Y/n on the other hand, wasn’t as relaxed, she frantically ran over to her closet and began pulling out a series of different dresses, in an attempt to find one she believed would look the best. She’d slip one on and then immediately tear it off after she deemed it wasn’t the best option.

That was until she pulled on a pastel yellow chiffon dress that was fitted around her torso and flared below her waist. It was poofy, but not too much, and it fell to just about knee length. It was elegant, but at the same time, it was playful. She deemed it to be perfect.

She hung it up in her room and pulled out a pair of heels that matched perfectly, and in her opinion made her legs look stunning.

The second she picked everything out, she happily jumped up and down, unable to contain her excitement for tomorrow.

It took her forever to fall asleep that night, and it felt like an eternity waiting for the morning to arrive. But she managed to get a little sleep, just enough to make sure she had enough energy for the day ahead of her.

Johnny began to get ready, slipping on a pair of grey dress pants and tucking in his white button-up shirt. He grabbed a tie from inside his dresser drawer, and wrapped it around his neck, leaning closer to the mirror as he adjusted it. His tongue partially stuck out of his mouth in concentration, and his body had become tense, yet all that stress drained from his body when he managed to get everything to look right.

He looked down at his silver watch and saw that it was about 5:15, so he grabbed his keys and began to walk to where his car was parked. Johnny turned the key into the driver’s side door and opened it before jumping in and adjusting the radio.

He left a little bit early so he could stop at the flower shop to pick her up something because he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure Y/n would enjoy this date. To be completely and utterly honest, he was overwhelmed when he saw the variety of bouquets that lined the store, but he ended up getting a mixture of yellow, orange, and pink roses.

Setting them gently on the passenger seat, he looked at the address written on the lined piece of paper and headed to her house.

The house was well-kept, and Johnny could tell there was a sort of warmth radiating from it. It seemed like one of those houses where good memories were made, and it made him hope one day that he could have something like that for himself.

Walking up the pathway, he held the flowers and adjusted his tie one more time before he rang the doorbell. His throat tightened from nerves as he waited for someone to answer the door, and every second that went by felt like an eternity.

He composed himself one final time when he heard the door unlock, and he couldn’t help but smile when Y/n appeared in front of him. Johnny stood there for a moment in awe of the woman standing in front of him, because her dress clung to her body perfectly, and he loved the way that her hair was down, yet it curled up at the ends.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” Johnny started, “I got you these, I wasn’t sure what your favorite flower was, but I tried to pick out something that was pretty like you.”

He couldn’t stop a rosy blush from appearing on his face when he handed her the flowers. Y/n eagerly took them, and pulled them towards her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled the fresh scent.

“Thank you, I love roses,” Y/n excitedly responded, looking up at him gleaming.

“You can come in for a second while I put these in water,” she continued, motioning for him to enter with her free hand.

Johnny stepped inside, as Y/n closed the door behind, and immediately he could smell the sweet aroma of baked goods fresh out of the oven. She didn’t take a very long time to put the flowers in a vase, but as he waited, his eyes followed her every move.

He watched as her delicate, manicured hands gently unwrapped the flowers and placed them in the crystal glass. Y/n smiled as she carefully arranged the roses to make sure that they were all situated properly, and Johnny felt like his heart was going to burst right there on the spot.

He hardly knew the woman, yet he was already so undoubtedly infatuated with her that he wasn’t sure what he would do if she didn’t like him.

“Johnny, they look absolutely gorgeous, thank you so much,” Y/n told him, as she set the vase on the counter in front of him, so he could admire the purchase he made.

“Of course, you ready to go?” Johnny asked, holding out his hand for her to take/

She grabbed it before replying, “Definitely, I’m so excited,” and letting her lead her to his car.

Y/n couldn’t help but find his car to be stunning, she loved the baby-blue color of it, plus it was obvious that he kept incredibly good care of it. She watched in admiration as his hand pulled open the passenger side door, and he sweetly smiled at her, waiting until she was inside and situated before closing it for her. He walked around to the other side of the car and hopped in, before starting the ignition and pulling out into the street.

The entire way there, the pair didn’t shut up, it didn’t matter what the topic of conversation was. It was especially nice because both felt more comfortable in the presence of each other by the time Johnny pulled up to the venue.

Y/n could see people waiting outside, but there wasn’t a super long line, which was surprising to her because Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons were pretty big at the time. Their music was playing on the radio practically all the time.

Johnny got out of the car and handed his keys to the valet, before letting Y/n out of the car and taking her straight to the door of the venue, instead of waiting in the line.

“Hey Johnny, have a nice night,” security spoke, as he pulled back the velvet rope blocking the entrance.

Once they got far enough away inside, Y/n questioned, “How’d you know that guy?” surprised by their quick entry.

She noticed that people were staring at them as they walked by, but she just figured it was because they cut the line, now that she thought about it, it was odd because no one looked angry. Rather, they looked more shocked than anything.

“Well, you see, I kind of have an important job,” Johnny responded, rubbing the back of his neck with one of his free hands, he was nervous to tell her about his powers, but at the same time, it was refreshing that she didn’t know who he was. Mostly because it prevented her from having any preconceived notions about him.

“Oh yeah? What do you do?” Y/n asked sweetly, holding onto his arm and turning her head to look at him.

“Uh, I’m part of the Fantastic Four, I have these… powers,” he said, and he expected her to have a drastic, expressive reaction, but she didn’t. However, that didn’t stop his heart from frantically pounding in his chest.

“Why do you look so ashamed, that sounds incredible,” she replied slightly furrowing her brows, as her eyes lit up in some sort of astonishment.

“I guess I thought you’d think I’m some kind of weirdo or freak,” He scoffed, staring down at the ground in front of him.

“I certainly don’t think you’re a freak, and who cares if you’re a weirdo, I consider myself one,” Y/n laughed, “And to be completely honest, it sounds like you’re a hero, which I deeply admire. I could tell you have a good heart.”

Johnny was mildly taken aback by her comment, mostly because he didn’t ever truly think he was a hero. Yes, he did heroic things, but he was much too humble to call himself a hero. But the way the words rolled off her tongue, and the admiration behind her gaze made him feel good. People had told him he was special before, yet the genuine nature of Y/n’s words made him believe it.

His face felt hot as a blush overtook his features, and for a second, he was speechless. The only thing he managed to do at that moment was smile, as he hastily scrambled to come up with a sentence.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this flustered before,” Johnny replied, letting out a breathy laugh, “I’m not used to getting complimented so sincerely, especially by a woman as beautiful as you.”

“Aww thank you, if it makes you feel any better, you look incredibly cute when you’re all flustered,” she giggled, grabbing a drink for him and herself off the tray of one of the bartenders walking around.

He took a sip from his glass before responding, “I’m glad you think so, if I was any redder, I think I’d turn into a tomato.”

“Don’t worry, you’re far from looking like a tomato, to be completely honest, I’m kind of jealous because when you blush it makes the color of your eyes pop,” she joked, though she wasn’t lying one bit, his eyes did look extremely blue.

Their conversation was cut short though when the lights dimmed, and a man walked on stage announcing that the concert was about to begin.

“Would you rather sit down at one of the tables, or go dance?” Johnny whispered, leaning in close to the woman’s ear. He was content regardless of what her answer was because honestly, he just wanted to be close to her.

“I’d love to dance with you,” Y/n responded, looking at the man with a smirk on her face.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he spoke, holding her hand and walking her over to the dance floor where couples were already beginning to congregate.

Johnny’s hands softly held onto her hips, as Y/n’s arms draped around his neck. The two swayed with one another as the band began to play a slowed-down version of Can’t Take My Eyes off You.

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you

Y/n’s head was tilted up slightly, just enough so that the two could maintain eye contact. Though they didn’t say a word, it was clear that both were enjoying themselves, just by the way their eyes were gleaming.

You'd be like Heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much

“I know this might be forward, but can I kiss you?” Johnny asked, studying the woman’s face for an answer before she even said anything.

“Absolutely,” she responded, her eyes that were once staring into his, now lowering until they were fixated on his lips before fluttering upwards once again.

He removed one of his hands from the woman’s waist and used it to cup the side of her cheek, leaning towards her until his lips connected with hers. The kiss was urgent, yet at the same time tender, and within a couple of seconds, Y/n stepped closer to the man limiting the space between them.

At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive

When their lips disconnected, they pulled away slowly, letting their eyes slowly flutter open. Seemingly still lost in the trance of the kiss they shared.

Johnny’s hand lowered back down to her waist, and he pulled Y/n closer to her body until it was pressed up against his. Her head found comfort lying against his chest, listening to his heartbeat almost in time with the music. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, before smiling to himself as he looked down at the woman in his arms.

He hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and he was savoring every second of the feeling. Johnny didn’t say a single word because he was afraid that he would ruin the moment, so instead, he simply held her tighter and desperately hoped this was going to be the start of a new chapter in his life.

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you

[skimmingmilk]

can’t put time on hold (my arms are full)

Sonic had never considered it before.

The life he’d led thus far had been a bit unconventional, to be fair, so when it came to certain sentiments—especially those of parents—Sonic could freely admit he was a good deal in the dark and content to be there. Not much applied as far as he was concerned, especially at this point in his (and Tails’s) lives, so he didn’t ever go out of his way to engage in those kinds of conversations.

It was only by pure happenstance that one of his runs took him past a park in Seaside City, where a small group of mothers were chatting. He’d paused at the proverbial water cooler, a park drinking fountain to get a sip of water before he continued on his way, but his ears twitched as he picked up their rather boisterous conversation from where they sat clustered on a nearby bench. 

“You know what Notch said to guilt trip me the other day?” a finch mobian was saying. “That eventually you’ll pick up your child for the last time and you won’t even know it.”

“Oh, I’ve heard that one before,” a sheep mother laughed. “I’ve offered to carry Linen, but she just brushes me off and tells me I’m embarrassing her. She’s six.”

“No,” a monkey mother clutched at her heart. “That’s so sad! I can’t imagine not carrying my little ones around with me. Simone still climbs on my back every chance she gets.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” the finch told her. “If your kid doesn’t make you stop sooner or later, then your back definitely will.”

Sonic snorted, nearly getting water up his nose in the process. He wiped his muzzle off with his forearm, an amused brow arched as he glanced over at the mothers commiserating over the passage of time and their kids growing up. What a thing to fuss about. It was just the nature of the world. Growth and change were part of living life to the fullest, and all anyone could do was roll with the punches and try to keep up. 

Shaking his head, Sonic sped off to finish the rest of his run, then made a pit stop to pick up some takeout on his way back to the Central City workshop—his and Tails’s current base of operations. While in line for chili dogs, he stood behind a family of fennec foxes, a dad with his two kids in tow. The little one was balanced on the dad’s hip, only to be set down when he needed to get his wallet out to pay for their food. The older brother glanced down as the younger started fussing, quietly shushing them. Turning their big-eyed stare on the older brother, the little one lifted their arms in a silent request to be picked back up. Though the older brother rolled his eyes, he crouched down and scooped up the kid anyway, letting them cling to his front with a long-suffering sigh.

“You’re getting a little too big for this, aren’t ya, keed?”

“Oh, but I can keep going, Sonic! I’m not tired yet, honest!”

“Heh, oh yeah? Tell that to your tails, Tails!”

Sonic’s brow furrowed as he watched the fennec fox family get their food and leave, the older brother eventually trading his younger sibling for the bag of food so their dad could take over. The frown remained as the bell over the door rang and Sonic stepped up to the counter to give his order, rattling it off from sheer muscle memory alone while his mind wandered elsewhere.

When was the last time he’d picked up Tails?

Probably to put him to bed after catching him asleep at his desk in the Mystic Ruins workshop, but it had admittedly been a while since that had happened. Not because Tails’s sleeping habits had improved—more like they’d worsened—but he was better at keeping himself awake late into the night and Sonic had been away traveling a lot more lately. A lot more… 

Sometimes he’d pick him up to get him out of danger in a fight, but it had been a while since anything like that had happened, too. Tails was usually careful and Sonic was usually fast enough to just bust up whatever was putting him at risk. Or he’d grab him by the wrist and drag him out of harm’s way if it really came down to it. He remembered carrying him plenty during his transformations into the werehog, but that had been months ago at this point.

Had it really been months since he’d picked Tails up?

It wasn’t like he needed to be—kid was eight, nearly nine, after all—but a dense pit in his stomach dragged down his entire mood at the thought that Tails was like one of the kids those moms were talking about. Not because he was growing up; heck, nothing was more exciting than seeing all the ways his little bro changed every day. No, it was because it had already happened to him. 

Tails’s parents—whoever they were and wherever they’d gone—put him down one day and never picked him up again. Whatever safety, comfort, and love came from being held by someone he was supposed to trust had been lost to him long before Sonic had ever met him. And one day it would happen again. 

One day he’d be set down for the last time and never picked back up.

The thought stayed with him all the way back to the workshop, frown still etched onto his face as he stood in the doorway to Tails’s lab. He watched him tinker at his work table, music playing from the surround sound speakers hooked up throughout the workshop. His legs still kicked back and forth where they dangled in the air, much like they had when he’d been little, and his teeth still gnawed little indents into the end of his pencil as he hummed along to the melody, deep in concentration.

Until that concentration was promptly shattered.

“Woah!” Tails yelped, suddenly finding himself hoisted in the air from behind, pencil falling to the floor. “Sonic! What gives? Lemme go!”

Both of Sonic’s arms wrapped around Tails’s middle. The bag of takeout abandoned on the floor somewhere behind him, so he could focus entirely on holding his little brother. His squirmy, huffy, unamused little brother. 

“Just checking something,” Sonic chuckled, resting his brow at the nap of Tails’s neck as the crease that had been embedded there finally faded away.

The fight left Tails as confusion replaced indignation. “Sonic?” He craned his neck back to try and check on him.

“Eh, don’t mind me.” Sonic tilted his head up and grinned shamelessly. “Knuckles just bet me that I wasn’t strong enough to carry you anymore. Had to prove him wrong!” 

Tails rolled his eyes. “You interrupted my work to manhandle me because of a bet with Knuckles?”

“Well, yeah! My credibility as your big bro was on the line!”

“What credibility? It’s not like this is something you still need to be able to do. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“Don’t I know it.” Sonic finally set him down, but he couldn’t keep from ruffling the fur between his ears. “Just means I’ll have to keep getting stronger, huh? Keep pace with ya! Trade in one of my leg days for arm days maybe. Or combine ‘em! Heh, I can carry you around while I run up the walls.”

Tails batted his hand away. “What are you even talking about? You don’t need to do that. Actually, please don’t do that.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Used to carry you like that all the time when you were just a little guy! You’d practically beg me to whisk you around at top speeds!”

“Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?” Tails grumbled, stooping down to pick up his fallen pencil.

“Aw, what’s there to be embarrassed about? And, heck, you still carry me around when I need a lift. That's part of our whole teamwork thing. How’s what I’m doing any different?”

“Because it’s actually useful for you from a tactical standpoint. You can’t fly. Having me carry you can be a strategic advantage in various circumstances. But I don’t need you to carry me, especially if it's just to use me as dead weight. There are plenty of more efficient ways for you to strength train that don’t involve lugging me around like a sack of potatoes.” Tails pointed out, jabbing the lead point of his pencil at Sonic. 

Sonic’s grin wavered. “I guess. Sure.”

“Besides, if you’re looking for volunteers, I bet Amy’ll be more than willing.”

“Yeah…”

“Or ask Knuckles since you’re so eager to prove to him how strong you are,” Tails scoffed, hopping back onto his chair. “Heck, you can just carry around weights or a giant rock or an actual sack of potatoes and you’d get the same results.” With a shake of his head, he turned his back on him. “Sometimes your competitiveness can really blind you to the dozens of more logical options that don’t involve dragging me into whatever show you’ve gotta put on. But congratulations, I guess. You win. If Knuckles asks, I’ll let him know you sure showed him.”

Sonic rubbed the back of his quills, glancing away. “No, that’s not… I just made that up on the spot, bud, I wasn’t—” He cut himself off with a wince when Tails turned to look at him. “There was no bet with Knuckles. I just wanted to pick you up.”

Tails stared at him. “And you didn't just say that because…?”

Sonic’s ears lowered. “While I was on my run, I overheard this conversation. About how everyone gets put down one day as a kid and never picked up again. Just got me thinking, that’s all. Couldn’t remember the last time I carried you.”

“Seriously?” Tails arched his brow in disbelief, but at least whatever irritable storm clouds that had been hanging over his head cleared up and an amused grin stretched his muzzle. “Jeez. Since when did you get so sappy?”

Sonic shrugged half-heartedly, still refusing to look at him as he crossed his arms. Embarrassment prickled along his spine, but it paled in comparison to the sting of rejection. Maybe this was what those mothers meant. It wasn’t so much the growing up that hurt as it was the growing apart. Not that they didn’t need you anymore, but that they didn’t want you either. 

A heavy sigh broke the silence, then Tails hopped out of his seat to stand in front of him again. “Two weeks ago.”

One of Sonic’s ears swiveled towards him. “Huh?”

“You picked me up two weeks ago after I fixed your Extreme Gear,” he sighed, but exasperated fondness was reflected on his face. “You hefted me up on your shoulder and paraded me around the workshop until you tripped and I had to catch you before you fell flat on your face. And a week before that, you picked me up off the couch and carried me to bed when I fell asleep during movie night. I told you I could go to bed by myself and you said, ‘nice try, spaghetti legs. You can’t fool me with those limp noodles ya call limbs.’”

“Heh.” Sonic’s muzzle quirked up, the impersonation of him terrible on purpose. “Yeah, that… that sounds about right.”

Tails’s expression softened as he reassured him, “You haven’t put me down for the last time yet, but if I ever feel like it’s been too long, I’ll let you know.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Sonic immediately brushed it off, the prickle of embarrassment escalating into an all-out itch with the realization that he’d shown too much of his hand. “It��s not that big a deal. Just something that got into my head, that’s all. I bet I won’t even be thinking about it in a few days. Won’t even remember this conversation even happened!”

“Okay, well… what if I don’t think I’m ready for it to have been the last time?” Tails glanced away as he shifted to hold onto one arm; and Sonic could see his little buddy was fighting against every independent instinct in his body to let him know that. The desire to be seen as grown-up and capable always at odds with his too-big heart. “I mean, like I said, I don’t need to be carried or anything, but… sometimes it’s nice.”

Hope reignited in an instant. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tails shrugged, the same jerky motion Sonic had just displayed moments again. “Not as strength training or to prove a point or anything, just sometimes... I dunno. Just feels like I haven’t been forgotten.”

Sonic’s grin grew and for the second time he scooped his little brother up into his arms and held him up off the ground, only this time it got a surprised giggle out of him instead. “That’s ‘cuz you’re unforgettable, little bro!” he declared.

Tails latched onto his shoulders to steady himself, even if he knew Sonic wouldn’t let him fall. “Shut up,” he laughed, removing one hand to playfully bop him on the nose. “I was being serious, you know.”

“So was I.” Sonic stopped his whirlwind to focus on the kid he knew he’d always be able to carry with ease. “I know you don’t need it, too, but you’re right. It is nice sometimes.”

“Finally, we’re on the same page again,” Tails snickered. “And about time, too. Our lunch is probably getting cold.”

He pointed at the takeaway bag still sitting on the floor and Sonic’s smile turned sheepish. “Whoops. Eh, I’m sure it’s fine.” He gave Tails a little bounce as a warning, then tossed him in the air so he could start hovering with a whirl of his tails. “Race ya to the kitchen, spaghetti legs!”

“I’ll make you eat those words!” Tails zoomed after him.

Sonic had never considered the idea that he'd one day put Tails down for the last time before, because there was nothing to consider. He could always count on Tails to have his back and lift him up when he needed it. And as long as he could help it, Sonic would always be there to return the favor. They’d keep changing and growing as time went by, but that was one thing that would remain a constant.

One thing they’d never have to doubt.

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A/N: This is just a little something I wrote a while back that I've been sitting on, lol. These kinds of fics are always fun to play out, but they definitely feel like shameless indulgence on my part xD But it's been a minute and the fic I was hoping to have done this week isn't ready yet, so thought this would be a cute, silly thing to have in the meantime. Might put this on AO3 in the Little Gestures set? Since Sonic needed the reassurance here a bit more than Tails, lol. But we'll see!

[pessimisticloather]

Fatal or Fate....

Pairing: Bang!Chan x fem!reader, strangers to lovers,

Sypnosis: you save a seemingly attractive stranger

Genre: fluff, instinct

Chapter 1

The rain drummed against the window as Y/N curled up on her couch, a blanket draped over her legs and a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap. The glow from the television cast flickering shadows across the walls as she lost herself in the movie playing on the screen.

Then, suddenly—a knock at the door.

She stiffened. It was nearly midnight. Who would be visiting at this hour?

Heart pounding, she set her popcorn aside and slowly made her way to the door. Pressing her ear against it, she hesitated before unlocking it.

The door creaked open, and in that instant, a man stumbled forward.

Y/N gasped as he collapsed against her, his body heavy and trembling. His face was pale, a deep gash running along his temple, his clothes damp and torn.

"Please," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Help me."

Instinct overrode fear. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she struggled to keep him upright as she led him inside.

"Sit down," she urged, guiding him toward the couch. "I’ll get the first-aid kit."

She rushed to the bathroom, grabbed the small box, and returned to find him slumped against the cushions, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Hey," she said softly, kneeling beside him. "Stay with me, okay?"

His eyes barely opened, but a weak smirk tugged at his lips. "You have... really nice eyes," he mumbled, voice slurred from exhaustion.

Y/N paused, heat rushing to her cheeks. "You’re literally bleeding, and that’s what you’re thinking about?"

He let out a tired chuckle. "Pain... makes people honest."

Shaking her head, she carefully dabbed at the wound on his forehead with antiseptic. He winced, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Sorry," she murmured.

"You're soft," he said absentmindedly.

She blinked. "What?"

"Your hands," he clarified, his voice growing fainter. "Soft... warm…"

Y/N rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. "You’re delirious."

"Maybe," he admitted, eyes closing completely. "But it’s true."

Within minutes, he was fast asleep.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head before pulling a blanket over him. She had no idea who he was, where he had come from, or what kind of trouble he was in—but she couldn’t turn him away.

Letting out a breath, she settled back into the armchair, keeping watch over him as the storm raged outside.

3AM

The dim glow from the streetlight filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow over the room. Bang Chan stirred, his body aching but no longer as weak as before.

His eyes drifted to the sleeping girl curled up in the armchair, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

She had helped him. A complete stranger.

His gaze softened as he took in the peaceful expression on her face, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed. She looked... ethereal in the dim light, fragile yet strong.

For a moment, he allowed himself to just look.

Then, with a silent sigh, he pushed himself up, wincing at the dull throb in his side. He couldn't stay. It was too dangerous.

Moving quietly, he grabbed a notepad from the table and scribbled something down. Folding the note, he placed it beside her before slipping toward the door.

He paused once more, stealing a final glance at her.

Then he was gone, swallowed by the night.

Y/N stirred, stretching as morning light filtered in through the window. Blinking away sleep, she turned to the couch—only to find it empty.

Her eyes widened. "What...?"

And then she saw it.

A small note resting on the table.

With hesitant fingers, she picked it up and unfolded it.

Thank you.

I wish I could stay, but I can’t.

You saved me.

I owe you one.

—A friend.

A chill ran down her spine as she reread the words.

Who was he?

And would she ever see him again?

Something told her this wasn’t the end of their story.

Not yet.

@furioussheepluminary

[etclouie]

day twelve — more than this

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; you get tired of waiting for your chance with jax (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; best friends to lovers (kinda), mutual pinning, readers upfront about her feelings, they kiss at the end, that’s it tho

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 700

ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; how is there two days left of this event??

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you and Jax have been best friends for as long as either of you could remember, always joined at the hip, even being called his ‘little girlfriend’ by Gemma your whole life. 

but as you grew older, you couldn’t help but wish what Gemma said was the truth. you wished you were his girlfriend. 

it killed you inside, hearing about all of Jax’s sexual escapades and wishing it was you instead. you couldn’t help it, all the girls that vowed for his attention but you were the only one that knew him deep down. 

tonight though, Jax insisted on taking you on a late night ride. just the two of you away from Charming, a breath of fresh air from life and the club. 

sitting next to him, your head on his shoulder while he smoked a cigarette. 

the act so familiar yet still so new all at once, something you’d chalked down to not seeing each other all that much anymore. 

or at least not as much as either of you would like. 

the distance had caused a rift, and brought your feelings for him to a head. you didn’t talk as much as you used to, and it was killing you both. 

“hey Jax?”

you murmured softly, tilting your head to meet his eyes. watching as a plume of smoke left his lips as he hummed. 

“are we still friends?”

his eyebrows shot up at your question, hooking a finger under your chin to keep your eyes on him. 

searching his eyes, something you couldn’t quite place was staring back at you, something you’d never seen from Jax before. 

“do you not want to be?”

he asked, shaking your head ‘no’ instinctively before you answered him. 

“no”

his grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, disbelief flashing through his eyes. 

“no?”

he repeated back to you, waiting until you nodded to let go of your chin. you watched his head tilting to the view in front of you as he took another drag from his cigarette. 

the tension between you was already palpable, but now it felt thicker—as if you could cut through it with a pair of scissors. 

“i’m tired of waiting for my turn Jax”

you told, hugging your knees to your chest as he exhaled the smoke. you could feel his eyes on you, following every little move you made. 

after a minute you spoke up again, tilting your head back to him. 

“i like you, and it kills me every time i hear you’re with another woman”

he let out a half chuckle as he shook his head, running a hand down his face as he pulled you into his side. 

the look on his face was as if his feelings should’ve been obvious. 

you watched as his lips curved into a smirk, his voice low as he mumbled out to you. 

“wanna know somethin’?”

he asked, resting his chin on the top of your head as his eyes stayed on the sun setting in the distance. he waited until he heard you hum to continue. 

“i like you too”

his words made you pause, taking a minute before looking up at him. finding nothing but sincerity in his eyes as they met yours. 

“every time i sleep with someone it’s try get over you but it doesn’t work”

the confession made your heart beat a little faster, feelings for him at an all time high. 

Jax waited a minute, letting his confession settle in before he leaned in. he pressed his lips to yours in a surprisingly soft kiss, both of his hands cradling your face. 

“i really do like you darlin’,”

he whispered against your lips, stealing another kiss before you settled against him. your head tucked under his and his left hand soothing across your back. 

“i’ve just been an ass and haven’t been honest with you”

you could hear the honesty in his voice, his feelings something you’d never seen him so honest about before. 

tilting your head back, you caught his lips in another kiss before whispering out to him. 

“you’ve got making up to do for being an ass, but i’ll settle with another kiss for now”

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Corruption/ 2

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.8k

Includes- Shower sex, pussy eating, multiple blow jobs, deepthroating, cum eating, wall sex, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms, some fluff

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3 weeks later

J POV

"Mmm Hwa", I moan, my hand in his hair, watching him as he eats my cunt so fucking well

His hands keep my legs open as I sit on the shower bench

I told him I was taking a shower and he asked if he could come

Of course I said yes

It took all of a minute of us being under the water together before he pushed me on the bench, went on his knees and started licking

He's become incredibly amazing at oral

Unlike what I thought when I left him in my bed the night I took his virginity, Seonghwa and I have slept together every night since then

It just keeps happening

He came to me the next night, shy and stumbling over his words, asking if we could have sex again

He ate me out first, I blew him then we fucked and it was just as mind-blowing as the first time

Then it happened the next night

And the next and the next and the next

For the last three weeks we've fucked every day

I can't say no and I really don't have to

I want him so it's an easy decision

And I'm such a slut for his cock

He knows how much I love sucking his dick and I've gotten him used to daily morning deepthroat blow jobs before he goes to work

It used to be me going to him for the first week, blowing him before he left and it made him late for work

Now he comes to my room earlier so I can suck his dick for him

Then when we get home from work, it's more oral for both of us and then we do our own things before we eat dinner together

And every night we fuck in one of our rooms for hours before we sleep in our own rooms

I've taught him all the different positions and he's a quick learner

And so eager to please

He has a lot of stamina and he can go for three to four rounds before he can't cum anymore

I've seriously never had this much sex or been filled with this much cum in my life

And for some reason my sex drive has increased to match his

I don't know what it is, I just want him so badly

He makes everything feel so much better than any guy I've ever been with

And he makes me cum so much more than any guy has before and so easily too

He doesn't even have to touch my clit, just his cock makes me orgasm

And to be honest I'm blow away that a guy who was a virgin a few weeks ago fucks me the best

It's crazy

His tongue rolls over my clit, making me cry out in bliss, my hips moving, fucking his face

"Mmm yes, fuck", he groans, the tip of his tongue swiping back and forth across my clit

That's another thing I've noticed

He's loud

After a few times of fucking he's no longer shy, telling me what he wants and moaning so loudly when we fuck

He always tells me how good I feel, how much pleasure he's in, complimenting me and I eat it all up

He's also got a filthy mouth that I don't know where it came from but I'm so here for it

He's going to make an amazing boyfriend to someone

I shiver from his tongue as he slides down my pussy, pushing it into my hole

"Hwannie", I whine, my fingers twisting in his hair, his tongue pumping in and out of my pussy, "More Hwa"

His tongue moves faster, wiggling and licking inside before pulling out and thrusting back in, my cunt clenching his tongue so hard each time

"Yes Hwa...so good", I murmur, fucking his tongue at the same time he thrusts in and out, "Fuck, your tongue is the best baby. God, best mouth that's ever been on my pussy"

He moans so erotically, his fingers digging into my skin so hard he's going to leave more bruises

I fucking live for the bruises he leaves on me

I love looking down and seeing the ones all over my thighs and hips as well as looking in the mirror at ones he leaves on my body

He doesn't do it on purpose

He's just really passionate, so into sex, he doesn't realize how hard he's holding me

But I'm really not complaining

I watch him and he's so beautiful with his eyes closed, his tongue moving, pleasure on his face, like he's content to eat my pussy forever

"Tastes so good", he murmurs, his mouth moving around my clit, sucking softly

"Seonghwa", I moan, my hand tightening in his hair, his eyes opening, looking right into mine

He plays with my clit, his tongue against it as he sucks slowly but deeply, letting go after each suck then reattaching to my clit to suck again

"Oh my fucking god", I cry, my head leaning back against the wall, my eyes not moving from his

"So good", he murmurs, "Throbbing so hard"

I nod, panting, the moans flowing from my mouth

Seems like I can't shut up when I'm with him either

"Cum for me", he murmurs, throwing me over the edge at his next suck

"Seonghwa!", I yell, "Yes, fuck, oh god, fuck"

Intense pleasure takes over my body as I cum hard, my legs shaking so hard, pulling his hair as I fuck into his face

He lets go of my clit, his mouth moving over my hole, sucking on me, moaning loudly and swallowing over and over

His eyes are glued to mine, the pleasure in them from eating my cum astounding

He's enjoying this just as much as I am

His tongue buries in my hole, licking again before he pulls it back out

Sliding his tongue all the way up, he sucks on my clit once then slips his tongue down and back into my cunt

"Hwa", I whimper, clenching down hard on his tongue, his groan sending pleasurable vibrations up my body

He presses his face into my pussy more, tongue fucking my hole rapidly, holding my legs wide open

One of his hands slide closer to my pussy, touching my clit and rubbing as he continues to fuck his tongue into my pussy

More pleasure zaps into my body as I moan his name over and over, so fucking close

"Yes baby, don't stop", I whimper

He only goes harder, his tongue flying in and out of my hole, his fingers rubbing hard

I hold him in place, moving my hips against his mouth, my orgasm right there

"Fuck Hwannie...I'm...I'm..."

My entire body shudders as I cum, throbbing around his fucking amazing tongue, the bliss outstanding

He groans loudly, the vibrations sending pleasure running up my spine as he licks over and over, swallowing everything I give him

As the pleasure leaves my body, he moves back, his face a mess of my cum and juice

God, he looks so hot like that

"My turn", I smirk at him, his gorgeous brown eyes wide as he looks up at me, "Stand up Hwannie"

He does, his cock straining, cum dripping from his slit

Yummy

Moving to my knees, I take his head immediately in my mouth, sucking on him

"Oh fuck", he whimpers, leaning against the shower wall, his eyes on me

I take more of him in, bottoming him out quickly

I spend an exorbitant amount of time with his cock in my mouth so deepthroating him is not a problem at all

I let him stretch my mouth and my throat, sucking harshly around his thick cock, loving the way it feels in my throat

I choke around his cock because I know he likes to hear it

"Mmm yeah", he groans, "Sounds so pretty"

Sliding up to his tip, I stroke his cock with my hand while I play with his head, licking the underside

I swirl my tongue around his head, letting his cum drip in my mouth and swallow it

His cum just tastes so fucking good, I really don't know what that's about but hell if I'm gonna complain

I move my mouth around his head quickly, slurping on it, my hand jerking him off faster

His hand buries in my hair, a pleading look in his eyes, "Please?"

I smirk but nod, opening my mouth wide

He pulls me down his cock until he's all in, holding me on him, my throat spasming around him

Holding me in my spot, he pulls his dick out until his head is just in my mouth

Then he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock right in my throat again

It's like that one thrust sets him off because he starts moving quickly, fucking into my throat desperately

"Yes, yes, so good. Fuck, good mouth", he murmurs, my mouth completely full of him, "Good throat. Feels so good"

I stay in place while I get my throat pummeled, tears streaming down my face, spit everywhere

And I fucking love it

I can't explain it but I love when he uses my mouth to get off like this

I've been throat fucked before but I've never enjoyed it as much as I do with Seonghwa

I never eagerly waited for it

I think I'm just a slut for him

"Fuck you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth", he grunts, his pretty abs so tight as he fucks into me, his cock spreading my throat wide open, "You like this don't you?"

I nod, looking up at him through tears

"You like getting your throat pounded by my cock"

"Mmmm", I answer, my head so full of cotton as I take his length

"You love swallowing my cum, don't you?"

I nod again, feeling his cock throb in my throat

He's close and soon I'm gonna get his yummy cum

"You want it bad don't you?", he growls, on the verge of losing it

"Mmm hmmm", I agree, indeed wanting to taste him

"Then swallow all of it", he groans, sheathing his length down my throat, his hot cum spurting

I groan as I taste and swallow all of his load, wanting to get every last drop

I suck on his cock between swallows, not wanting to stop

I really could suck his dick all day

Just like I could fuck him all day

After a few minutes, he whines, tugging my hair

I stop sucking on him, letting him pull out of my mouth, his cock stiff again

That's one thing I love about Seonghwa

He's ready to go again in minutes

I don't know how and I'm not questioning it

All I know is I get more of him

He holds his hands out to me, helping me up

Then he pulls me against him, picking me up easily, my legs moving around his waist

That's another thing I love about him

He's so fucking strong

He easily manhandles me, putting me in the positions he wants

The thing is, he's sweet about it

He doesn't do it hard so it doesn't hurt

He uses just enough strength to get me where he wants

That is a turn on in itself too

Safe to say, Seonghwa the man, turns me on

Turning us, he leans me against the wall, moving his cock to my entrance

His eyes lock on mine as he sinks into me, his fat shaft spreading my pussy so wide around him, pleasure running up my spine

He bites his lip, softly moaning the more he gets in

"So tight", he murmurs, watching me

I let the pleasure wash over me, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the wall

"Hwa", I moan, my pussy getting wetter with each inch I take

"Yeah fuck, almost all of me", he says softly, his fingers moving to my clit and rubbing

I squirt a little around his cock, his loud moan sounding so gorgeous in the shower

"Yes, yes, open for me", he whimpers, pushing more of himself in, "Take my whole cock, yeah just like that"

When he bottoms out, I shiver against the wall, clenching on his cock tightly

"Fuck Hwannie, you feel so good", I groan, his fingers still playing with my clit, "Love your fat cock"

"Hmmm", he hums, "Love your tight tiny pussy. So wet for me. So warm"

I nod, sliding my arms from his shoulders to around his neck

"Could keep you inside me forever", I tell him

He laughs softly, "I'd stay"

I smile at that

"Need to fuck you now", he informs me and I just nod

"Please", I ask

His fingers dig into my thighs as he begins to move, pulling out and thrusting in at a fast speed

He really didn't waste any time

The shower is soon filled with the sound of our moans and the sound of skin hitting each other as I'm fucked into the wall

I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back as he impales me so blissfully on his cock

He's so thick, I can feel every inch of his cock slide inside

He finds my spot immediately, fucking his head right into it, stars blasting in my vision

He learned where my was spot was right away and like I said he's eager to please, fucking me there everytime

"God, I love seeing you on my cock", he grunts, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, "Love seeing these boobs wiggle, love seeing these pussy lips open for my cock. My god, you're so pretty"

I feel my cheeks flush at his compliments

I run my fingers in his hair, pushing it back off his forehead so I can see his beautiful face

His eyes stare intensely at me, the pleasure in them taking my breath away

He leans forward, his forehead pressing against mine as I cling onto him, his cock impaling me again and again

I close my eyes, my hand bunching in his hair as the pleasure flows through me

He knows how to fuck me just right, knows where I love it the most and gives it to me every single time

Each stroke brings me closer, my cunt clenching his length hard, my legs squeezing around his waist

"Yes fuck, throb for me", he groans, his fingers digging into my behind, "Harder. Do it harder"

I purposely squeeze along his cock as he moves into me, loving the gorgeous moans coming from him

"Yes fuck, so good", he moans, his hips moving faster than before, "Cum on my dick. Right now"

He plunges in deeply, throwing me immediately into an amazing orgasm

"Seonghwa", I cry, intense pleasure flowing in every vein as I shake against the wall, squirting all over him, feeling like I'm out of my body

"Fuck Jo, yes", he chokes out, holding me tightly, his cock all inside, grinding into my spot, keeping me in pleasure, "Fuck, feels so fucking amazing"

I open my eyes, hit with the pleasure all over his face, the sight so fucking beautiful

He slows down his movements as I finish, a soft smile on his face as he gazes at me

"Hi", he says softly

"Hi", I smile

"Good?"

I nod, "So good. You're turn"

He nods, "Ok"

Putting me down, he spins me to face the built in bench, then in one fluid motion bends me over it

I feel him move behind me, his cock easing back in, my pussy taking him greedily, my body shaking, feeling like he belongs inside me, like I'm complete

A feeling I have had since the second time we slept together

I don't know where the fuck that feeling comes from but I don't want to think about it

It's a feeling that means more, a feeling I could feel with a boyfriend and that's not what this is

It's purely sex

So I ignore it and focus on the pleasure instead

His hands hold my hips as he begins to move, the drag of his cock leaving my cunt so fucking incredible

I can feel every inch, every ridge, my pussy clinging onto him to keep him inside

"Fuck Jo, wanna keep me inside that bad?", he groans, pulling out to his head

"Yes", I whimper, delirious with bliss

"Mm yeah, then take me back", he moans, shoving his cock back in, forcing my cunt apart to take him

"Yes", I cry as he pumps his cock in and out, my mind shutting off

"God that pussy is so pretty", he praises, "Pretty lips spreading for my cock, pretty hole sucking me in, clenching tightly. Creaming my cock so much"

"Fuck Hwa", I whimper, his dirty words turning me on to much

His arm moves around my waist, holding me in place as he fucks the life from me

"Pussy is so pretty on my cock. So pretty being stuffed full"

"Yeah Hwa", I agree

He leans over my back, his free hand cupping my boob, squeezing, his fingers rolling my nipple between them

"Oh god", I cry, tears of ecstasy running down my face, my body shivering, my arms shaking as I struggle to keep myself up

"Feel so good", he whines, his thrusts getting sloppy, "So fucking good"

I can feel this cock throbbing rapidly inside me as he gets closer

And bringing me closer as well

"I'm gonna cum", he yells, "Cum right now. Please cum right now. I can't hold it"

Pure ecstasy runs through me as he buries his length into me, my pussy strangling his cock

I scream his name, grabbing his hand that's around my boob, squeezing it as I feel his cum explode inside me, filling me rapidly, feeling so fucking satisfying

"Joanne!", he cries, his fingers digging into my skin as he empties into me

We ride out the incredible pleasure together, gripping each other hard

He pulls out slowly when we finish, shivers running up my spine

Getting up, I turn to him, smiling softly at how shy and nervous he looks now that we're done

He gets like that after, biting his lip, his eyes darting between me and the floor before he excuses himself and leaves

"I should....I can leave-"

"No Hwa", I shake my head, "We're already in the shower, we might as well...you know...shower"

"Oh yeah. Uh ok"

I laugh, "Relax Hwa. I'm not going to bite you"

"Oh uh, yeah", he repeats

"Well I need to wash my hair and obviously shower. What do you need to do?"

"I...uh...my hair...and shower too"

I nod, getting an idea to relax him

"I can help"

He raises his eyebrow

"Come sit", I tell him, gesturing to the bench

He nods, sitting

I move in front of him, taking his shampoo and squeezing some in my hands

Then I move my hands into his hair, working the strands, getting a lather going

He closes his eyes as I rub the shampoo in his hair, biting his bottom lip, the tension slowly leaving his body

He looks so fucking hot

I bring the hand held shower head closer, telling him to keep his eyes closed

I wash the shampoo out of his hair, running my fingers through it as the water falls

Once that's done, I put conditioner in his hair, then grab soap and lather it up, moving my hands to his hard chest

His heart is pounding faster as I soap up his chest, his skin so smooth

He may look like a nerd but I can feel the strength in him just from touching him

And it's such a turn on

My hands slide down to his stomach, touching his hard abs, a soft whimper leaving my lips

I hear his breath quicken and when I look up at him, his dark brown eyes are already on me

Slowly, I move my hands on his wrists, gliding soap up his arms, feeling the muscles there

Going over his shoulder, I press my body close to him, washing his back

God, he even has muscles there

There really shouldn't be any reason why he was a virgin

His face is hot, his body to die for, he's sweet and caring, kinda socially awkward but super smart

He's the perfect package

I have no clue why girls aren't jumping to be with him

I shamelessly feel him up, him letting me, his skin trembling against my palms

I kneel down to get to his legs, noticing his cock is hard again

Just from touching

Poor baby was so sexy deprived that, it seems, anything turns him on

It's fine, I can take care of that

Wrapping my mouth around his cock, I suck softly, a loud groan leaving his mouth

That sound fuels me to go faster, taking half his cock, slurping around it, my hand stroking the rest of him

"Fuck", he whimpers, his hand moving into my hair

It's gentle this time, not gripping or pulling

His cock feels so good in my mouth, so hard, so fat, tastes so fucking good, his skin so soft

Moving my tongue to the underside of his cock, I move slowly down, letting him slowly fill my throat

"Oh my god", he cries, his legs trembling

I suck long and hard on his cock once I bury him completely in my throat, loving the way his thick cock sits in my throat

I'm such a fucking whore for him

I slide back slowly, feeling every inch leave my throat

Then every inch opens my throat again as I take him fully in

And I move like that, back and forth, giving a slow but deep blow job, swallowing and sucking on his cock when he's all in

"Yes fuck", he whines, "So good. Shit"

I force myself to keep my pace, enjoying having his throbbing cock in my mouth way too much

His cum leaks more and more into my mouth from his slit and I know he's so close

Taking him in, I suck harshly and he moans my name, his body shaking as his cum pours in my throat

I eagerly swallow it, loving the salty sweet taste of him

I keep sucking, milking his cock for every single drop of cum

I want it all

When he finishes, I slowly slide off him, then run my tongue over his slit to clean up any left over cum

Standing up, I smirk, pulling him under the water and washing the soap and conditioner off

"You can go now Hwannie", I tell him

"But...uh...you..."

"I'm good for now baby", I smile, "But if I need anything I'll definitely let you know ok?"

He swallows hard, nodding

I watch him get out of the shower, his fucking sexy body dripping water everywhere

He gets a towel around his waist, looks back and me, smiles softly

I smile and wave at him

Once he leaves the bathroom, I grab my shampoo and lather up, thinking of other ways I can corrupt him

[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~22

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

The kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of spices and freshly cooked ingredients. Y/N, with a radiant smile on her face, stirred the contents of a frying pan while Jeong-Won cut vegetables on the counter next to her. -I think it's ready,Y/N said, looking at the food with satisfaction.

-“Let me try,” Jeong-Won replied with a small smile. Before she could hand him a plate, he reached into the pan, taking a small bite with his fingers and bringing it directly to his lips.

—"Mmm, it's very good," he said with a smile that barely appeared on his usually serious face. Y/N watched him in amusement as he took another bite. This time, instead of eating it, he offered it to her.

-“Open your mouth,” he said softly, his eyes shining with a playful sparkle. Y/N, surprised but amused, obeyed. She closed his lips around her fingers, feeling the warmth of the food and something else: an unexpected closeness. When their eyes met, the world seemed to stop.

The warmth of the kitchen, the previous laughter, and the dim glow of the lights created an intimate moment that neither of them expected.

There was something indescribable in their glances, as if everything they could not say was contained in that simple exchange of glances.

-It's delicious,-Y/N said softly, breaking the spell with a shy smile. Jeong-Won nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off her.

Minutes later, they finished serving and had dinner in a warm and quiet atmosphere. At the end and after washing the dishes together, Jeong-Won broke the silence.

-"It's late," he murmured. "We should go to sleep." Y/N nodded gently.

-You're right. Tomorrow will be another long day.

They both walked in silence towards the hallway. When Y/N began to detour towards her room, Jeong-Won, without saying a word, took her hand gently but without hesitation.

She looked up, surprised, but he didn't stop.

Gently tugging on her hand, he led her towards his own room. Y/N's heart was beating fast, aware of the meaning of that gesture. Since the night they first made love, he had been clear: "Everyone in their own room, no exceptions." But now it was Jeong-Won who broke his own rules. Crossing the threshold, he released her hand only to gently push the door closed behind them. Y/N stared at him, sensing something in his expression that didn't need words.

Without protesting, he simply nodded, understanding that sometimes silence was the most honest confession.

They lay next to each other on the bed, not letting go of each other's hands.

The silence was not uncomfortable; It was a bridge that connected them in a way that needed no explanation. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the peace that emanated from that simple gesture of being together.

-“Good night, Y/N,” Jeong-Won murmured, his voice soft and relaxed.

-Good night, Jeong-Won,she replied, with a sleepy smile. Their fingers remained intertwined as sleep slowly enveloped them. In that small corner of the world, they found a calm that seemed made just for them.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

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[sturniololuvz]

i would love a fic where 4 year old sister looses her favorite stuffed animal named “taggy” and she goes to the triplets crying and asking her to help her find it. they end up finding it the next morning so they have to try to get her to sleep without it aswell

awww, yesss

“The Case of the Missing Taggy”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying

It was almost bedtime when Y/N burst into the triplets’ room, tears already welling in her big, round eyes.

“GUYS!” she sobbed, gripping onto Chris’s shirt like her life depended on it.

Chris, who had been lying on his bed scrolling through his phone, immediately sat up. “Whoa—what’s wrong, bug?”

Nick and Matt turned from their own spots, concerned.

“Taggy’s gone!” Y/N wailed, her little voice cracking.

The room went silent.

Nick blinked. “Wait. The Taggy? Your stuffed bunny?”

Y/N nodded frantically, rubbing her eyes. “I can’t find him anywhere! I checked my room and the couch and the kitchen and—” She hiccupped. “—and I think he’s GONE FOREVER!”

Chris shot up. “Okay, okay, first of all—don’t say that.”

Matt was already standing. “We’ll find him, don’t worry.”

Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, search party time. Let’s go.”

For the next hour, the boys turned the entire house upside down. They checked under beds, inside cabinets, even in the fridge (because, let’s be honest, Y/N had a history of putting things in weird places).

But Taggy was nowhere to be found.

After their third sweep of the living room, Nick groaned. “Alright, I hate to say it, but I think we need to call it a night.”

Y/N gasped, looking up at him in horror. “But—but I can’t sleep without Taggy!”

Chris crouched in front of her, holding her tiny hands in his. “I know, bug, but it’s really late. I promise we’ll look again first thing in the morning, okay?”

Her lower lip trembled. “But what if he’s scared all alone?”

Matt, being the problem-solver, quickly picked up one of his own pillows and handed it to her. “Here. You can borrow this guy for the night.”

Y/N sniffled. “What’s his name?”

Matt panicked. “Uh… Pilly?”

Chris snorted. “Pilly? Dude, really?”

Y/N giggled just a little, hugging the pillow to her chest. “Okay… but only for tonight.”

The next morning, the triplets were determined.

Chris was the one who found it. “GUYS, I GOT HIM!”

He came running into the kitchen, Taggy in hand, looking victorious.

Y/N gasped dramatically. “TAGGY!”

She practically launched herself at Chris, snatching her stuffed bunny and hugging it tight. “Where was he?!”

Chris grinned. “In the laundry room! Guess someone threw him in the basket by accident.”

Nick sighed in relief. “Crisis averted.”

Matt ruffled Y/N’s hair. “You happy now, bug?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “The happiest!”

Then she turned to Matt, holding out the pillow. “Here, you can have Pilly back now.”

Chris smirked. “You sure? You and Pilly got kinda close last night.”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “Nope! Taggy’s my bestest friend.”

The boys shared a look, all secretly relieved that their little sister was smiling again.

Nick wrapped an arm around her. “Alright, come on, let’s get some breakfast. I think we all deserve pancakes after last night.”

Y/N gasped. “With chocolate chips?!”

Matt laughed. “With extra chocolate chips.”

And just like that, all was right in the world again.

[haleswallows]

BETWEEN A ROCK & A DRAGON'S EGG - CHAPTER 15 (UPDATE)

uwu what's this?

Fandom: DC x DP Pairing: Dead Tired (Danny/Tim) Rating: Teen High Fantasy AU, Arranged Marriage, and Dragons (oh my!) Chapter 15

Teaser:

Wild magic thrumming, Phantom stalked the late hours of the night as he paced through the Keep. The shadows almost seem to greet him. He slipped easily between them, nose stinging with ozone.

Danny couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t turn off. Even the shelter of Aquila’s side and wing did nothing to settle him. He almost wished some fool would try their luck, creep into the Keep. Just to give him something to point the sharp parts of himself at.

Like this, he didn’t trust himself. In a past life, he may have crawled into bed with his parents or Jazz. Maybe even Dan.

Now, he denied himself the comfort. Danny couldn’t bring himself to lay his claws and keen edges next to those he loved.

And, if Danny were to offer a moment of honest introspection, he’d have some hard truths for himself. Such as his lack of trust in himself, in his control. Or that he didn’t feel deserving of the comfort, an insidious thing not him writhing and twisting beneath his skin.

That, stupidly, asking for it felt like an admission of failure.

He couldn’t fail. There was so much at stake, on the line. Not just the future of his family or husband, but the Infinite Lands, the dragons, and now even Justria.

It felt like there was an enemy at the gate. Danny kept waiting for the walls to be scaled, the Labut Order growing more bold with each day. It was only a matter of time before they finally made a move. And for all their toiling, all of Val’s agents, they still had no hints as to what it may be.

Waiting and reacting would be the end of them. Too little, too late. As always, the leitmotif of Danny’s life. Too late to save Amity, too late to stop Plasmius, too late when he finally squared himself and confronted Pariah Dark.

Phantom stalked the halls. The back of his mind prickled, Fright Knight pressing his pointed attention into their bond. He shrugged it off, continuing his circuitous patrol. He counted his bonds, again and again as he stepped between shadows.

Jazz and Dan, sleepy. Aquila, grumbling and annoyed with something in the Tower, probably Ma’ri chewing on his tail. Fright Knight, muted but exasperation bleeding into it like dye in a bucket. Ellie, too far away to sense, not even a thread or a glimmer. Thin and nearly non-existent, Prince Timothy –.

Danny paused. The prince, on the edge of consciousness, just barely awake and blurry. He turned, holding his head high as if scenting something. Wild magic thrummed in his bones, chased lightning through his veins.

He didn’t like that. Danny drew in a breath. Did he dare? It wasn’t his place – he didn’t know if the prince would ever allow Phantom at his side. An impossibly, so absurd and outlandish in the face of the impenetrable wall of fear Danny felt from the bond when he dared prod it.

Ignoring his self-doubt, Danny allowed the bond to pull him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it guided him to the room now designated as the prince’s study. Candlelight gleamed under the door. Danny hesitated, rocking up onto his toes and back onto his heels while he thought.

Just a scant breadth, he let down the blocks he placed around Timothy in his mind. It felt shallow, a flat and dimensionless flow of emotions. If given time, it would deepen into something, not that Danny would let it.

A wisp of tired-tired-sad-tired threaded through him, first through his mind and down the back of his neck like dripping water. Danny’s eyes burned with it, like they were dry and only his will alone kept Danny from letting them slip shut. There was barely a hint of consciousness behind it.

Dozing then, if not fitfully asleep. Danny opened the door without knocking.

Prince Timothy curled on his side, a book in his hand that dangled over the side of the lounge. Bruises, dark under his eyes and stark against the pale of his skin spoke to an exhaustion Danny knew intimately.

Danny hadn’t heard anything, not from Jazz or Val or even Dan that the prince was sick or unwell. Uselessly, Danny pressed a hand against his forehead, hoping to feel for a fever but knowing his chilled hands would only tell him warm. Still, he did it anyway.

Oh. The prince wore the circlet Danny gifted him on their second wedding. It looked as good on him as Danny thought it would. Danny slowly withdrew his hand.

He could leave the prince here to sleep… But the chaise sofa wasn’t that comfortable, the prince curled tight on it. Not to mention the study slowly picking up the night’s chill. In good conscience, Danny couldn’t let him sleep here. He was only doing his duty to provide for the prince, to see to his comforts and protect him. There was nothing untoward in his motivations as he gently wrangled the prince into his arms.

It was the second time he had done this, carrying the prince. This time too, Danny was surprised by the heft of him. Though long limbed and elegant, the prince was surprisingly sturdy under all those pretty fabrics and brocades. Of course he was – Danny knew, from Val as reported by Dan, the prince sparred well.

That’s right, Danny meant to have the prince taken to have his own weapons made. He should ask Dan to help with that. Though Danny would love to do it himself, he simply didn’t have the time. And it wouldn’t be a welcome from him anyway.

Yes. Better from Dan. Danny made a mental note of it, adding it to his long list, alongside picking up the prince’s ring from the metalsmith.

Danny sighed. It was never ending.

The prince hummed, curling into Danny’s chest. Painfully, his heart thumped. Danny frowned even as the prince clung to him in his sleep.

It wasn’t real. Just a bodily response. The prince didn’t know what he was doing, who’s shoulder he pressed his face into. If the prince was awake, he’d be watching Phantom with weary eyes, emotions so guarded the bond would tell Danny nothing even if he let it bloom.

Danny kept his gait smooth, his hold only tight enough to keep the prince secure. And gritted his teeth.

Managing the door to the suites was a bit of a juggle. It took Danny a moment to get a hand free enough to twist the knob without jostling the prince awake. But he managed it. Blessedly, the rooms were warm.

He considered the bed for a short moment. It was a struggle to turn down the covers. But then a short order to deposit the prince under them.

Or, it would have been short order if the prince didn’t cling to Danny with arms looped around his neck or press his face into the hollow of Danny’s throat. “Your Highness, please let me go,” Danny whispered. Though he tried, he could not keep the thickness from it.

It was sweet. It was a lie.

If Danny were another type of man, he would take it as an invitation. Would allow himself to lay next to the prince and let his husband burrow into him, to find rest by his side.

But Danny wasn’t that type of man, refused to ever be. What horror the prince would wake to if Danny allowed himself the unconscious invitation, to provide the physical comfort to them both. His insides squirmed, hurt and guilt roiling.

Bright in his mind, the memory of scared-disgust-dread. Danny freed himself from the prince’s hold, gently extricating himself. As soon as Prince Timothy’s head met the pillow, he rolled into it and snuffled.

Ancients, it was adorable.

A shame, truly, that things were so estranged and painful. Danny longed for that other life he thought of once, one where they could have come to know each other slowly and honestly, foster a genuine care for each other. Instead he had… this. A husband who feared him, played the pleasant and polite prince at the cost of his own feelings, hid himself behind smiles that did not meet his eyes.

Danny pulled off the prince’s boots and, remembering the way Prince Timothy lined up their shoes on the night of their wedding in Gotham, placed them just under the foot of the bed. Then, he drew the blanket over the prince. He hesitated, hands hovering. Deftly, he plucked the circlet from the prince’s brow.

He refused to let himself be happy to see Prince Timothy wearing it.

Casting his eyes about the room, Danny spotted a small wooden case on the dresser. The lovely dark velvet interior held other jewelry he had seen the prince wearing - a few more circlets, brooches that sat prettily on the prince’s throat, a few bracelets. Danny set the filigreed circlet inside, nestling it safely with the other pieces.

There was no excuse to linger, but Danny still did. He spread his sense over the room, breathed in through his mouth until he tasted the wild magic over his soft palette. Only when he was sure there was no danger, no lingering threats, did Danny turn away and let himself out.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he whispered, scooping up the wyvern as she attempted to barrel into the prince’s rooms. Ma’ri struggled violently for freedom. Her worming and squirming was no match for the cage of his arms. “Let him rest, myxa. He is tired and tomorrow is his birthday. He deserves some rest, yeah?”

Morose, she warbled and angled large watery eyes at him. “No, your sad face won’t convince me. I’m heartbroken, you never sleep with me anymore. You don’t even beg me for food at meals.” Ma’ri lifted her lip in a silent snarl and flopped bonelessly until her wings drooped over his arms. Laughing quietly, Danny walked quickly down the hall away from the suites. “I see how it is. You never loved me, just used me for cuddles and scritches.”

An indignant squawk, muffled partially where her head was beneath her wing, was Ma’ri’s only reply. Danny bounced her lightly. “Hm, maybe I can win back your love.” She peered one jewelled eye up at him, suspicious. As he smiled, she squinted. “I bet Aquila will let you into his nest if I ask nicely, and then we can all go flying together in the morning.”

Her little face scrunched as she thought and weighed the options before. To bother the prince and draw Danny’s ire, or to get a spot in Aquila’s fiercely guarded nest and flight in the wee hours of the day. Which always meant treats.

She sighed gustily. A fair approximation of one of Dan’s grumbled ‘fiiiine’s that had Danny chortling. He hefted her higher in his arms.

[thestarstoasun]

Rereading The Sun and The Star and I've come to the realization that Will had to spend the night in the Apollo cabin alone for the first time since he arrived at camp. Ironically enough, this realization hit during Survive of the Epic Musical.

[op-dumpstertruck]

Is the baby..... Someone else's child? Like the hair isn't blond or green...................

Well... It is certainly not Zoros child! Which Kuina continues to be (stubborn, a bit thickheaded and fiercly protective). I firmly believe Sanji sometimes looks at her and just.. sighs. Meanwhile kid 2 doesn't look much like Sanji, but is closer to how we was himself as a kid.

[keeps-ache]

awkward way to have a convo but okay

[plain inks below cut]

[tenok]

Still fuming about «Crowley’s so queer it makes Aziraphale looks straight» take. I saw some people saying «queer is not a political identity» as an argument against it... and actually I disagree. Queer is an identity that’s as much about politics and community as is about gender and orientation. «Queer as in fuck you» indeed! And while I’m pretty sure that if you’ll ask Aziraphale he will say that he’s queer because mentally he still in times where it was term preferred by community as whole (or he’ll say that «gay» is his gender because he still links gender and orientation together and it’s a habit thats hard to break), I’ll argue that he’s definitely queer by definition. And I won’t say that one of them more or less queer, I want to vomit just from thinking this, but he and Crowley definitely different flavors of queer; and the point is community.

See, the Crowley we see is not the very community-oriented being. He despises angels and demons alike, he’s not close with humans, through whole series we saw him connected with Aziraphale, maybe Warlock, Shadwell to some point and only as a subordinate he’s not really interested in (Aziraphale actually remembered all the names of soldiers Shadwell pulled from his ass, on the other hand [book, also in script if I remember correctly]). But for Aziraphale community is the whole deal. He links himself to communities: community of book collectors, for example ([in book at least]), community of angels (even in season two he regretfully said that he misses reporting back to his lot), as soon as he put his roots there he become part of British and specifically London community (immediately clocked as British by everyone, for better or for worse). And he’s clearly consider himself and considered by others as part of queer community. For example:

He’s clocked as specifically effeminate gay man (which is part of queer umbrella oh my god stop misuse of political slogans gay are not some kind of others that are lesser for being gay!!!) by everyone, to the point of getting called homophobic slurs (twice in book, once in series) and being targeted by literal Nazis. He’s not arguing or denying, he reclaims it: he’s not calling himself gay, he’s proudly declaring that he’s THE southern pansy (not very «hurray establishment» of him hmmm?). He looks so gay and safe that cemetery man from season 2 doesn’t see a problem in telling him he uses grindr!

Tied to this: he can present as anyone else, he chooses to look soft, gay, effeminate, he chooses to make silly sounds and flamboyant gestures, and as soon as he gets comfortable he likes to go a little campy (can you imagine Crowley in ribbons and frills? do we see male-presenting Crowley in pink silky shoes? would he fight to the death before you put him into pencil-drawen moustache and bright cape with shiny starts? yes he’s GNC! there’s more then one way to be GNC and one is not better then other because it’s in black and sexy!). I’ll argue that him choosing one comfortable presentation and stick to this is no less groundbreaking by heavens standards then «hoarding all the genders» since he’s not treats his corporation as «meat suite», he really had an identity tied to it!

And using this identity he becomes part of 100 guineas club. Part of gay/queer (it was in times where this distinction was meaningless) community with fellow queers, where he learned queer ways, such as dances, becoming part of queer culture as a whole (and should I remind you that back in days drag was mandatory part of such clubs? if we measuring queerness by how close it to cross-dressing apparently). He also collects literature by queer authors, immersing himself in this culture, again. Do I remember correctly that Oscar Wilde gifted him one of his books specifically? So we can safely assume he hangs with queer authors as well? Correct me if it’s not in canon (I’m freely mixing tv and book canon there btw although usually I treat them as two different things)

He also lives in Soho. He specifically chooses to live there, knowing perfectly well what a neighborhood it is (even back in 1600s it already had a Reputation). He knows what it says about him and he aims for it! (Crowley lives in Mayfair because it says something about him too — remember that while Aziraphale constructed himself around being soft and gay, Crowley intentionally made himself look as irrating rich asshole. If this asshole has vibes of sinister gay that would gladly corrupt you if you ask nicely, that’s another story) He is a part of this community! As a word of god, he: speaks Polari freely because he used it… with other queers (as oppose to Crowley that knows «bits» because he hangs out with criminals); he hide incriminating things from fellow Soho residents back when there were police raids (breaking law to help those in need is reacurring theme with him!). He still part of this community, he knows people, people knows him, he literally gives place to lesbian women for free so she can have her dream shop (supporting your local queer business!) (also great call back to Edingurg minisode! Aziraphale, personal saint of broke lesbians!)

I’ll also argue that letting in first Gabriel and next Muriel was a very queer of him. Queers help other queers: he may not like Gabriel, but «he has no other friends» (and he's homeless after being kicked out from heavens after disaster forbidden love affair with other queer being, hmmm? paralleles with reality of being queer much?), so he steps in. And Muriel, while being the same age as those two (we're NOT child-coding Muriel in this house), vibes as queer youth in needs of guidance, and Aziraphale, that had every right to be suspicious and cold to them, immediately lets them into safety of his shop and tries to be nice and supporting in both older queer and older ND cousin way.

So, in conclusion: Aziraphale is a queer being, that likes to make it clear that he’s queer and queer GNC man specifically; he’s part of queer community for at least couple hundred of years, participant in queer culture, and he watches out for other queers, helping his own as much as he can, using his money and other resources and breaking law to do so when needed. What there can make him look straight even as a joke?

Crowley is absolutely a queer being too, in very queer love with other queer being, and I'm sure he has a blast pocking into rules and boundaries of genders, orientations and all kinds of relationships since he loves questioning and testing so much. He also has a cool rebellious aesthetic and «fuck all» attitude, so it’s understandable that he becomes tumblrs queer icon (and being played by David Tennant helps for sure). But if you ask them both where’s local shelter for homeless queers located, one of them will have an answer and it won’t be a Crowley, or he wouldn’t sleep in his car (I'm joking), and this is as much of the part of being queer as having cool aesthetic or being kicked from home (I'm joking again). And it's a shame that some people want to make a competention out of it, because it gives us infinity possibilities to discuss their different experiences and choices, down to what their respective aesthetic choices says about them, and how they can use their strong sides to support each other! But alas.

[caterpillarinacave]

Yeah okay I should go to bed

[bitegore]

getting mental healthcare is really cool, its like asking someone to take a sledgehammer to your self-interest and then saying thank you after because it makes your life moderately easier even though you have to deal with this shit now

[aberooski]

The fact that I have the power to make Chazz and Atticus kiss and I have never done that is astounding.