#quite honestly i respect the grind

[trainforanother1000years]

Pac everytime he gets a chance to roleplay as a sad wet traumatized cat of a man begging for his life:

[milknst4rz]

My medicine tastes like you

syn: Your patient! Toji wants your medicine, luckily you know just what he needs!!

CW: fingering, slight overstimulation, finger sucking, fingering, ass eating, cunnilingus

@blkkizzat I have succumbed to Toji...

divider by: @/cafekitsune

You were a scientist, a bit mad some would say but you didn't mind. Your clients were all respectful to some extent, except for a few. Nothing that you couldn't handle though..right?

Except, there was him. Toji Fushiguro, a pain in your ass for all the wrong reasons. The way his muscular arms tensed when he crossed them, or the way his sweatpants did nothing to cover the large, bulging imprint of his cock. Not to mention the way his hands felt, nice and rough against your smooth skin.

So, when he arrived for some extra treatment, who were you to say no?

Toji shoved two of his sticky wet fingers inside your hot mouth and grinned maliciously as you slurped on them sloppily. A small dribble of drool escaped the corner of your lips and her scooped it up with his middle finger, soon pressing that one in as well. You panted and moaned loudly as he withdrew his glistening hand and started to rub circles around your needy pussy.

His palm grinded into your clit so nicely you just couldn't stop yourself from trying to pull him closer. "Such a little slut, aren't you?" Toji smirked as you bit your lip to stay quiet and scowl at him. "This is mm- not sluttiness. It's simply an experiment." Even as you said this, there was no way anyone could miss the shakiness of your voice. You were just so eager and so ready to be filled up. It honestly was a bit pathetic.

Your little whimpers and pants grew in volume as you felt those fingers push inside you. His thick fingers stretched your tight cunt quite nicely and you couldn't wait to feel his cock. "Right there! ah- oh! hey don't- wait!" you gasped as Toji bent your legs towards you, fingers thrusting in and out of you with a lewd slurp! Your cunt was convulsing around him with every curl and even the slightest movement pulled you into a moaning frenzy.

"Only sluts would sit here and let themselves be fucked by their patient, doll." Toji stated as he places himself on the ground.

"I'm not- ah! shit- oh my gosh, don't stop!" you cried out as you felt his tongue start to suck harshly on your clit, lightly grazing it with his teeth. He pulled his fingers out and promptly started to devour you.

His tongue swirled inside your cunt, pressing against your gummy walls with rapid movements. He grunted as he pressed his face closer to your drooling pussy. Toji brought a long sloppy kiss to your clit, sucking and licking as if he was a starved man.

You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick your other hole, sliding his tongue inside the warm hole with a grunt. You could feel him, moving around and fucking his tongue into you, causing your sweet pussy to gush more and more.

He moved his head back and forth quickly, lapping up both his saliva and your juices before pulling away and standing between your parted legs.

"If you can handle me eating that pussy of yours for six rounds, then I'll give you what you're so desperately craving. Got it?"

He didn't even wait for you to answer him, he just planted his face right back in between your thighs with the intent of his own experiment.

You certainly wouldn't stop him.

[ariasakka]

Nanami in bed 18+ MNDI

3k words. Female reader.

Spoiler he’s a simp for poc women

All nanami stories by me will be under the hashtag NanamiAria

Soft dom Nanami

Nanami would be a soft dom. Loves giving you lots of prep for him. Lots of sushing. Sushing if you squirm too much. Sushing if you become overstimulated. He wants to be the one who does all the work. He doesn’t want you to move just stay still and take his gentle love making. He won’t let you lift a finger. If it becomes a bit too much he’ll gently push your limits staying in slightly longer each time to build your stamina. I see him as someone who can last a long time and like long sessions so he will try to slowly and gently build you up to his level.

Occasionally rough fucks you and degrades you slightly when you tease him too much or when he’s had an extra rough day at work. He prefers to be gentle but when you push his buttons too many times you’ll find yourself bent over his desk, dicked down with no preparation. Immediately after a rough session he’ll go back to being sweet. Leaving soft kisses over your whole body. Pulling you in for a hug or cuddles. Saying things like “are you alright love?, You’re perfect., I love you darling.”.

He likes being the provider the one to do all the work so he would prefer being with someone submissive in the bedroom. If you were a top he would let you grind on him a bit but after a few mines Kento would grab your hips, ending up taking charge, being the one bouncing you up and down on him. He’s never aggressive about needing to be the one in charge it’s just in his nature I don’t think he would even realize he’s like this often times.

Nanami experience level

Not that experienced probably has only been with three people tops. Probably hates casual sex or one night stands. Despite his low experience Kento fucks like he’s a porn star quite literally. He can last forever if he wants to, even cum on command. Always knows the right words to say to get you off too it’s like it was scripted but it wasn’t. Love making just comes naturally to him.

You’d think based on his professional quiet composure that he doesn’t think about sex often but that would be a lie. I think he’s quite hyper sexual. Though he would try to match whatever sex drive you had out of respect. To get off when he’s not in a relationship or when you’re not around I don’t see him being the type of guy to watch porn. I see him reading smutty novels. He honestly reads them quite often. As sort of a guilty pleasure. Thats probably where he learned his skills and pillow talk from.

Nanami’s taste in women

Everybody headcannons him as liking women of color. I 100% agree! He loves tan skin, olive skin, dark skin, dark hair, long hair, wavy hair, curly hair, braids, straight hair. Hispanic women, black women, Asian women, mixed women, he loves it all. He would be captivated by some woman that doesn’t look like the usual girl he sees walking around town. He’s never really liked a white girl before especially if they’re blonde because it reminds him too much of himself. He doesn’t realize this consciously he’s always just liked who he’s liked in his eyes. I see him getting turned on everytime you get a tan. Everytime he sees the contrast of your tan skin next to his pale tone. It makes him want to eat you quite literally. He’ll use any excuse he can to drag you down to the beach with him to see your skin glow and grow darker under the sun. Also as an excuse to see you in the new bikini he secretly bought for you. If his woman wore a bonnet he would find it adorable whenever you had one on. He would often buy you new ones that are the highest quality silk in your favorite colors to spoil you. He’s obsessed with dark hair. Doesn’t matter if it’s straight, curly, wavy, braided, coily. He loves it all. You’ll often times find Nanami sneaking up behind you to smell your hair or finding any excuse he can to run his fingers through your locks/touch your hair. He’s quite literally obsessed with all of you. If you were from a different culture he would get turned on everytime you cooked him meals that you grew up with or spoke your native language. He would learn how to speak your Native language secretly to surprise you. Especially as a cute way to propose and a sneaky way to spice up things the bedroom. He would do little things to learn more about your culture overtime to feel closer to you and get to know you better. I see him liking curves on your bottom half. Such as thick thighs, juicy bottom. Definitely more of an ass man. I don’t see him caring if someone has a big chest or not it’s just something that’s either there or isn’t. He’ll cherish whatever body shape you bless him with.

Body hair preferences.

He literally does not give a single fuck what you do with your body hair. He’s obsessed with you no matter what. Nothing will stop him from eating you out. Pubes. He loves you bald, trimmed, different patterns, landing strip, bush. He will love and cherish whatever you have whenever you have it simply because it’s you. Other body hair. He doesn’t care if you shave or not. I think he’d be used to someone who did shave their body hair but wouldn’t tell you what to do. Hes a grown man he doesn’t find body hair to make someone any more or less attractive. I do think he would probably be with someone who preferred to remove all their body hair and preferred him to have some specifically just because I see him being with someone more feminine and traditional. Traditional fem women seem like the type prefer those things at least to me.

For himself I see him having light chest hair and leaving it untouched. Lightly trimming his underarm hair. For his pubes I see him leaving them trimmed, preferring just a little something on his skin. If you asked otherwise for him to be bald or bush he would do whatever you asked to please you.

Nanami dad

Everyone headcannons him as wanting children but personally I would think he’d be scared of that. He would find children to be cute yes but at the end of the day he wouldn’t want his children growing up in a world they ultimately just have to work a stressful 9-5 and probably overtime in. He doesn’t like work he just does it because he has to. He knows he would have to work more if he had a kid and wouldn’t be able to spend the time he wanted with his family. He wouldn’t want to curse a kid with that life.

Regardless of kids he would ask you to quit your job and let him be the provider. He doesn’t want you to feel the same stress he does over work. I think pregnancy would worry him too much. He’d hate how hard it was on a woman’s body. He’d constantly think something bad would happen to you because he’d spend too much time on the internet trying to learn every possibility of something that could happen to stay ahead of it. I do think he has a kink for cuming inside you so he would most likely get a vasectomy so no accidents happen. If you really wanted children he would fuck you silly and remind you with his words how you wouldn’t be able to take him like this often if you were pregnant or busy with kids. When he’s finished with that he’ll buy you a cat instead to keep you occupied and hopefully for you not to ask again or he’ll buy another cat. I see him being a big cat person. Seeing you take care of the cats just doing simple things like that turns him on a lot.

Jealous Nanami

He tries not to be too possessive or jealous. He’s a grown man and understands a woman can live her own life, have her own friends, and what not. Though he tries his hardest to be good but he’s such a jealous man. He tries his best not to show his jealousy thinking it’ll turn you off. Not knowing that you’d actually love that side of him. Everytime you come back from an outing that he didn’t attend he missed your attention so much he’ll fuck you till your dick drunk off of him hoping you’ll feel so good and spoiled from him that you won’t leave again without him anytime soon. Any time you’re out together and a man looks at you he grips you tighter. It makes him want to take you to the nearest restroom, pin you up against the wall, fuck you passionately with love, while he begs you to tell him he’s the only man for you. He’s not insecure he knows you won’t leave or cheat. He also likes when men look at you he likes seeing their eyes shine at you then gaze up to him and realize they can’t have you. He still get’s so jealous from it though he can’t really understand why.

Nanami turn ons.

Doing domestic things turns him on a lot. Such as bringing him lunch, making him coffee,

cleaning, doing laundry. He likes it more than you wearing lingerie especially if you’re doing your chores wearing his shirt. Not that he thinks a woman has to do the domestic labor but he is old fashioned and traditional so he prefers traditional roles. He sees you doing these things as a sign of love and care. He also does the household duties when he has time off of work if there’s anything that needs to be done. Knowing you get to relax while he takes care of a household duty turns him on. You’ll often find him dragging you into the shower with him to fuck you silly when he’s finished mowing the lawn, or mopping the floors. He especially loves it when he comes home to find you doing something you love like cooking. When you’re cooking one of his favorite meals he’ll often eat you as the main course first as a way to say thank you for spoiling him.

He would never admit it but loves when you’re bratty on occasion because it gives him an excuse to bend you over his knee. He loves when you talk back without a care like you don’t know he’ll quickly put you in place. Nanami loves when your bratty self teases him while he’s at work. Weather it being you sending him pictures, videos, or you showing up and getting down on your knees under his desk toying with his waistband.

Husband Nanami

He loves being a husband. He would get married quickly. When he finds the right woman he doesn’t see the need to wait. He’s a hopeless romantic. Just being married turns him on. Knowing you have his last name, knowing he gets to take care of you from now on, it drives his mind wild. Anytime you casually call him husband or remind him that you’re his wife his member perks up instantly.

Nanami dirty talk

“Shh shh look at me love I have to break you in or you’ll never be able to take me. Just let it sit here I won’t thrust alright.

“Shh I told you to let me love”

“You’re so beautiful when I’m inside of you love. I always love how you let me take my time with you.”

“I’m so glad i met you. I feel so spoiled having such a sexy wife. Maybe i should spoil you with my tongue?”

“Shh hold still my love. Relax.”

“I love you darling. That’s right. I love it when it’s all the way inside your pretty walls”

“Yes that’s it love, let it out. Dont you dare hold back those moans from your husband.”

Kinks

I see him as old fashioned. Not super kinky. If being a care giver (not age play just like being the protector and provider) and a top in bed is a kink you can count that. Also finishing inside of you. Not sure if thats a kink but he has to finish inside of your pussy. He loves the feeling it gives both of you. On the rare occasions you last long enough for him to finish twice he’s in heaven. He’s obsessed with you being filled with him. He pulls back up your panties after and lifts up slightly to push his cum further inside you he doesn’t want anything dripping out of you. He wants it to sit inside of you for the rest of the day/night so that every time you feel filled you remember the sweet love he made to you. I see him enjoying spanking. Bending you over his knee when you’ve been bratty. Or slapping your ass while he fucks you from behind. Eyes winding and mouth watering with he sees you grow wet/wetter from his slaps. Aside from that I see him liking to use his tie to occasionally tie your hands behind your back. Mainly when you’ve been bratty and he wants to fuck you rough. Aside from that at most he would probably use a vibrator on you if you wanted/needed but would prefer to use himself.

Name calling

I don’t think he would be into much name calling. I mean maybe he would be into daddy or sir? Though I see him being softer I could see him having a darker side to him and liking it. But I think he would probably prefer you to names like; love, my darling, husband, baby, both in an out of bed. He would like calling you the same names in an out of bed as well.

Nanami receiving

He loves getting his dick sucked. Groaning at the sound of you lubing him up for your hole. He loves guiding your movements with his hands tangled in your lucious hair. Though he loves this he doesn’t like cuming in your mouth he prefers to cum down your cunny instead. He has a lot of stamina and control so he can prevent himself from cumming down your throat waiting until he uses your other hole.

Thats about the most receiving he likes the rest of the time he’d rather do all the work. Even though technically while you’re sucking him he still doing all the work by being the one to guide all your movements and telling you what to do.

Nanami moaning?

He’ll give soft grunts and moans occasionally. He’ll softly moan and grunt or pant heavily when he finishes inside you. He’s more of a talker than a moaner In my opinion. He loves whispering sweet things into your ears and sushing you quite often. He loves the sound of your moans he doesn’t Sush as a sign to be quiet but more as a sign to “take it” and also out of habit. He’s so used to saying “shh” he sort of does it out of instinct instead of moaning.

All nanami stories by me will be under the hashtag NanamiAria

[the-laughing-lunatic]

All 9 mercs w/ a reader who got them flowers! (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

(I recently got to 20 followers on this blog! :D I wanted to do a little something to celebrate that, so I grinded and wrote headcanons for all nine of the mercs. It, uh, took a while so I hope you enjoy!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Scout - Daisies☆

Legitimately starts tearing up

Tries to blame it on the flowers

“I ain’t cryin’ I- I’m just allergic to flowers.”

“Oh, sorry, I could just return them then—”

“What? You’d hafta take ‘em out of my dead hands, I’m keepin’ em.”

Isn’t a huge flower guy but the fact you went out of your way to get them for him makes him feel all warm inside

Reminds him of when his mom would pick flowers to give to him after his Little League games

☆Soldier - Poppies☆

Would aggressively compliment you

“THESE ARE DAMN BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS MAGGOT!! I FEEL IMMENSELY LOVED AND APPRECIATED!!!”

Seriously though, he does

Since he was never allowed in the military he always felt jealous of the soldiers who got special flowers

But he wasn’t now, because you respected him

And if you did, that was enough

☆Pyro - Sunflowers☆

ABSOLUTELY LOVES THEM

Well, you can’t hear what they’re saying but the flappy hands and excited noises give you a decent idea

Will just spend hours holding them in their hands and looking at the flowers like they’re the most beautiful thing in the world

Draws sunflowers in all their drawings now

If they accidentally burned them they would get so sad and give you flowers back as a form of apology

Make flower crowns with them. Do it. 

☆Demoman - Bluebells☆

Like most of the mercs, he’s never gotten flowers before 

And he has no clue how to take care of them

“Thank ye, but, would ye consider showin’ me how to take care of them?”

Help this man out

Please

He would probably put them just on a table with no vase or water without you

Y’all would put the flowers in an empty bottle of scrumpy <3

☆Heavy - Violas☆

“Little merc has present for Heavy?” 

Surprised, but not so much as Sniper

Honestly the most chill about it out of all the mercs

He has sisters so he knows how to take care of flowers but he’s never been the one to receive them

Would press the flowers once the start to wilt and make bookmarks so he can keep them forever (sap)

And if he’s more protective of you during matches, who's to say the reason why?

☆Engineer - Bluebonnets☆

He sticks to the practical side of things, so when you give him a bouquet of flowers he’s utterly perplexed

He’s flattered of course, and thanks you greatly for the gift because he’s a Texas boy raised with manners

But he’s not used to pretty things and…doesn’t quite know what to do with them

He puts them in a vase with water but he finds himself stopping his work to look at them

They didn’t solve a problem, they didn’t hold a purpose yet people–including him now–seemed to love them

Eventually gives up trying to find a reason for it and just accepts it as they’re just pretty

Even though solving questions like “what is beauty” was never his forte, he’d somehow found an answer for it

And it was…well, you.

(He’d also 100% make you a flower out of scrap metal for you bc he’s a gentleman)

☆Medic - Cornflowers/Drosera Spatulata Sundew☆

There’s two flowers that he’d like

Cornflowers are one of his favorites, specifically the white ones (they remind him of Archimedes)

Not just because they are national flowers of Germany, but he also appreciates their medicinal properties

But if you somehow got your hands on a Drosera Spatulata Sundew he’d be pocketing you for months afterwards

Is absolutely fascinated with carnivorous plants and you get him carnivorous flowers???

The most romantic (or just super cool if platonic) thing in the world to him

Isn’t a botanist but he’ll be in the medbay all the time now just observing it and its reactions

He’s not sleeping for a while

He’d try to create a serum for whatever flowers you got him so they’d stay as beautiful as they are forever :)

☆Sniper - Wildflowers☆

No one has ever gotten him flowers before so when you show up at his camper van with hand picked flowers wrapped in twine he’s surprised, to say the least

Finds it interesting how he walked past those same flowers everyday and never cared

But when you gave them to him they felt…special.

Awkwardly mumbles a ‘thanks mate’ to you

Keeps them in an (UNUSED I REPEAT UNUSED) jar in his van

Smiles everytime he sees them

☆Spy - Roses☆

We all know this man is an old-fashioned lover boy so ofc he loves roses

But he’s never on the receiving end of them

So none are ever good enough for his high standards

“Eugh, where did you buy these, the gas station?”

Similar to Scout that if you say you could return them he’d absolutely refuse

Secretly thinks it’s really sweet 

Doesn’t act any differently towards you afterwards when he’s with you

But you find multiple bouquets of roses in your room and a note that says “if you ever consider buying me flowers again, buy roses from these boutiques instead of the trash you had before.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

(Putting in all the tags is another reason why I don't normally do all nine of them holy shit)

[moodymisty]

Oh my gosh, I just saw your post about requests being open again and I am honestly embarrassed about how excited I got. Now I just have to choose which one... which one... Aha!

I am in DESPERATE need of a White Knight Captain Titus fic. Something where he swoops in and saves a fem-reader from a horrible fate. Please give my sweet blueberry boy some good old fashioned romance. He deserves it.

(I will leave the NSFW level up to you, but I wouldn't be opposed if things got very spicy.)

Author's note: I am so sorry about this taking so long, life is kicking my ass; Also maybe not the most horrible fate, but I digress

Relationships: Titus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Grinding/Dry humping, Armor kink, Clothed sex

“Thank you, Titus.”

Those three words could inspire him do a frightening amount of things, Titus has learned quite quickly.

They drip from your lips like the sweetest, saccharine song, always with a smile. Whether it's an Inquisitor interrupting you, a handsy lord, or the pitter patter of rain threatening to ruin your hair, Titus hears those words not moments after swooping to your rescue.

He had felt so guilty of your over respect that he'd told you of his struck record, his accusations. You'd replied that none of it mattered to you- that he seemed no less than an honorable and valiant Ultramarine. Those words fanned his pride like hot embers waiting for kindling, and Titus preened like a flashy bird under your praise. The praise of a baseline might mean nothing to his brothers, but to him, yours was everything.

It was everything he'd ever needed, and wanted.

Its in the incense choked air of the chapel that he remembers the moment a rogue trader pulled a bolter on you. The deal his captain had given you to negotiate had been tough, and your lips had fumbled oh so slightly, sending negotiations into a spiral downwards. Even your most valiant efforts couldn't save it; but when that man pulled his bolter on you, something in him broke.

That man didn't survive the moments after, and his fellow Ultramarines had cleaned up the rest.

Titus removes that thought from his mind with a literal head shake, one that causes his ear to ring a bit just for a moment.

He wants to go see you.

He knows you're fine, this ship is the safest place you could be bar none, but yet there is this tug on his hearts that demands he go to you. Like he needs to visually see you with his own eyes before he can finally cast that accursed remembrance aside. He wishes he had never remembered it in the first place- though it's an impossible wish for an astartes.

Tracking you down to a dark spot in the Ultramarine Librarium. You're casually perusing, eyeing the tomes at your level before catching sight of him. The way you light up fans the embers of Titus' pride once more, setting them aflame.

"Titus! What are you doing here?"

He instantly comes closer, breaching into your personal space of which you allow with no complaint. Your perfumed scent mixed with your natural scent wafts around him, as you look up at him with a soft expression.

"I missed you." Titus speaks bluntly and truthfully- though it's only half of said truth. Your face blooms into a smile at the sound of his voice.

"I missed you too, Titus."

You always say his name so differently, there's a softness to it- so unlike how most speak his name with disdain. They bring him in like some sort of lure, the still foreign feeling of his lips against your own. Even if he's already kissed you a countless number of times, it still feels off. Like parts of his brain are trying to lock the things he's discovered in his mind once more.

His lips dance with yours, his slightly larger mouth awkwardly pressing against yours. It may not be the perfect elegant kiss you read in your hidden novels, bound in solid black to keep the contents secret, but the passion is sevenfold. The soft mewls from your throat he greedily swallows, feeling the way your hands wrap in the hair at the nape of his neck. The feeling on your fingers grasping it makes him groan, the pain is so light but just enough to make his hearts hitch.

His massive gauntlets slide down the curve of your back to cup your ass, bunching the fabric of your dress. If he moved a bit more inward, you could feel his fingers against your cunt. Your back scrapes against the shelves behind you, knocking books out of alignment.

"There are others here, Titus,"

You whisper against his lips, feeling one of his gauntlets pulling away to your front in order to barge it's way between your thighs. The feeling makes you whimper- even if it's his unfeeling armor, even if it's through layers of clothing, your deprived senses delight in the sensation enough that your hips jerk forward of their own volition.

"They're all servitors or servoskulls, anyone who is normally in here left to listen to our chapter Librarian speak."

His lips brush against the corner of your mouth, and that hesitation no matter how minute is brushed away by the heat of his breath over your skin- the tickle of his lip scar.

"I cannot remove my armor for another two cycles, but allow me to have something I can look forward to."

He wants to hear the noises you make; the ones just for him. His duty according to his captains might be to just protect you from physical harm, but in his hearts tending to your whims is just as important.

He needs you to want him. Command anything of him, it's bred into his DNA to serve to his utmost. If only so you'll continue to look at him with such reverence.

"T-Titus,"

You feel your knees tremble but Titus holds you up, ruthlessly pressing the cold, firm plates of his armor against your soaked pussy through layers of clothes. You can feel the way your underwear is soaked, how your outer lips slide against each other slick with your own arousal, clit throbbing as you try to angle your hips just right-

His hand presses against you harder, rocking with your jerky hips. Your hands grip the collar of his armor trying to stay steady, grinding yourself against his palm like lust has consumed every one of your thought processes. Your thighs part trying to find that perfect angle, abandoning any fear of discovery for the sensation of his unyielding armor between your legs.

"M-move your hand like-"

Your breath fans across his armor, face radiating heat as he watches you with a ruthless stare. Your knees wobble and give out from under you, but Titus catches you and makes sure you move barely an inch.

You tug at his wrist and he arches his palm upward, so it's more diagonal than flat. It presses against your clit now as you grind against him harder, quicker- even through your clothes it has you shaking, knees finally giving out with a whimper as you come.

The fractured whimper you let out is nearly pathetic, breath hitching in your throat as your cunt constricts and flutters around nothing at all.

A disappointing reality, but you know his dilemma; this can be not unlike a snack to just barely keep you from starving.

"Thank you," You joke breathlessly, hands grasping the collar of his armor. There's just so much of him, the way he can overtake your entire vision is overwhelming.

"I know."

"I would never let you fall."

He speaks with his normal stoic neutrality, but there's just the slightest tilt of softness behind it. You laugh.

[chlorinecake]

KEEP STILL, BABY —✦ 𝐒.𝐂𝐁

▹ PAIRING: needy boyfriend changbin x f. reader

▹ GENRE: smut, fluff, est. relationship

▹ SYNOPSIS: Just Changbin waking you up in the middle of the night for a quickie because you’re too irresistible…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, some swear words, kissing, tit sucking and fondling, nipple play, clit stimulation, sensory deprivation (changbin wants you to keep your eye mask on while he fucks you because he’s just freaky like that), somno kink (consensual), unprotected sex, cockwarming, that’s about it

▹ WORD COUNT: 1.5k — DAY 8

It was well past midnight when you found yourself snuggled up next to your boyfriend in the stillness of the night. The world outside seemed to have surrendered to silence, with the moon casting a gentle glow through the curtains that wrapped everything in a serene aura...

At least, that’s how it felt to you as you lay on your side, feeling the warmth of your boyfriend’s strong arms nuzzled in the curves of your body to cradle you... Changbin, however, had a lot more on his mind than you did, and it wasn’t the usual work stress that kept him awake.

In fact, his restlessness had everything to do with you in this moment… the way you purred against his pillow, with your silk nightgown framing your breasts perfectly... even your occasional wiggling against the sheets was driving him wild...

And to make matters worse, the poor guy was doubt how much longer he could hold himself back from acting on the carnal urges bubbling inside him.

The bed was a mess of scattered pillows and fluffy blankets, with the extra layers only irking Changbin further on…

If things were ideal to your boyfriend's standards right now, he’d already have the both of you be completely naked on the mattress, bodies pressed together in a fit of nerves.

Though, to speak honestly, your boyfriend always had an impatient side, and it only became increasingly obvious as he started stirring behind you, seemingly incapable of finding comfort in the nest of white sheets.

“Keep still, baby,” you mumbled within your snooze, and Changbin’s heart could’ve sang choruses of relief at the feeling of your gentle voice vibrating through his chest.

“Sorry, ____… didn’t mean to wake you,” he lied, feeling himself get even hotter now that you had forced his arm back around you with his right hand falling precariously close to your tits, and it’s like favor landed straight into his lap…

Even though you had a tough day before finally getting to bed, you'd expect for Changbin to at least respect your precious moments of fleeting rest… right?

Wrong.

“Binnie, please quit squirming,” your voice came out all muffled again, but clearly more whiny as his movement persisted, and he’s just now realizing that he was softly grinding his bulge against your ass, massaging your boobs in his grasp—

“I’m tryinggg,” he huffed frustratedly, sounding a bit strained, but by time the sentence actually left his mouth, you had already drifted back to sleep again.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, feeling a bit hopeless since you weren’t responding to his usual affection. He couldn’t tell if you were doing it on purpose, but all he wanted was for his girlfriend to give him a little attention, even if just for a few minutes… that’s really all he needed...

“C’mon, princess, I just wanna fool around for a bit,” your boyfriend pouted, groaning into your ear as he kissed you there too, pressing against you a bit harder now, “Please baby, just for a little while… I don’t think I’ll get any sleep without it…”

And with that, he shamelessly groped your tits with more pressure now, squeezing them in the flesh of his meaty hand, thrilled that you weren’t wearing a bra, either...

The flesh of your breasts just fit into his hands perfectly, and he couldn’t help but invite his thumbs to toy with your sensitive nipples next, knowing your body would enjoy the extra attention, even if you were still asleep...

“Mmmm,” you moaned against the pillow, and he assumed that it was just a sleepy noise, but of course, he was wrong...

The sound you made turned him on so much that he sat up with just his upper body so he could lean over you.

And like a starved out man, he managed to wiggle one of your boobs from behind the silky night gown before latching his lips around your nipple and sucking it into his mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you settled into his embrace.

“How can you possible be so enticing to me,” he groaned, briefly closing his eyes, “even while sleeping soundly…”

You were still wearing your bedtime eye mask once you felt the warm covers on the bed abandon your body, followed by your front being fused with the mattress as the weight of your boyfriend’s body rested behind you.

Weakly, you turned your head to face him, using a finger to lift your eye mask and take a peek at him from where you were.

But before you could really see him, he caught your wrists in one hand, lifting your arms above your head, only making you whine at the gentle yet firm way he held you down.

“Close your eyes, love,”he whispered, his other hand sliding your dress up over your curves, “don’t let me disturb your beauty rest…”

“But Binnie, I’m already awake now,” you said quietly, not even bothering to wrestle your hands from beneath his given how tired you were feeling, “I wanna see your face, baby…”

“Shhh, not another word, princess,” he went on, already having taken his pants down just enough to get his cock out, and gosh, did it seem bigger than ever tonight, “just let daddy fuck you back to dreamland…”

His cock was always on the thicker side granted, but it felt as if it had grown another inch in girth since the last time you took him, and although your eyes were covered, he was glad to finally set his eyes upon your glistening folds, barely sliding his tip between them before he had you moaning out his name.

As his desperation wore on, As his urgency built, Changbin finally pushed inside you. The initial tightness was intense, but once you lifted your hips to meet him, he sank all the way in, filling you up completely...

Leaning down to rest his head near yours, his lips trailed down to your temple and then to your cheek, leaving soft kisses in their wake as he rutted into you nice and slow.

Your sleepy eyes crinkled in satisfaction, and somehow, being blindfolded made everything feel even more intense.

“Binnie~” you murmured, your voice thick with drowsiness as his breath hitched, “g-go faster... p-please…”

You were surprised how close you felt to finishing even though he just started, a familiar fire swirling in your lower stomach the more and more he fucked his cock into your hole.

Squelching sounds filled the stillness of the room now, layered by the your frequent whimpers and his manly panting, too...

That’s one thing you always adored about your big, whiny boyfriend… his neediness and absolute obsession with being inside you at every chance he got.

“Aww, fuck,” he grunted, slamming his hips into you as you felt his tip brushing against your g-spot, making you writhe against the sheets.

You felt like he was practically fucking you in half at how fast he was going, and you’re surprised his hips even carried that much stamina given the hour of the night.

Sliding his free hand down, his fingers found your burning clit, rubbing it back and forth to which you simply cried out in pleasure.

And he could tell you were getting close just from the way your gummy walls pulsed around him, but even with your eye mask on, he could still see your beautiful face twist with ecstasy each and every time his juicy cock slammed into you.

“It’s okay, baby,” Changbin grunted breathlessly, his shaggy curls clinging to his forehead now given how much he was sweating, “you don’t have to wait… let it out for me…”

Letting your wrists go, his hands found your hips instead, gripping fiercely at your skin as he kept thrusting into your cunt with all his might.

Taking the place of his, you let your own fingers find your clit, rubbing it in the same way he did as your back arched beneath him, deepening the lengths in which his cock was already reaching inside you.

It didn’t take long for you to climax after that, either, and he almost immediately stopped the thrusting of his hips once you started whining into the pillows, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

He hadn’t reached his own high yet, but he wanted to stay deep inside you regardless, letting himself lay down now as y'all returned to your initial spooning position.

“Hopefully that didn’t excite you to the point where you can't go back to sleep,” he smiled, kissing the crook of your neck before tugging the eye mask off your face, revealing your beautifully love-smitten features...

“Don't worry, baby... I actually feel a bit more relaxed after that,” you returned with a smile, happy in your heart that you could finally see your boyfriend's adorable face, both your gazes earnest and soft.

Holding you close to with his arms, he kissed the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face there before whispering through a smirk, “well, you can go back to sleep now, princess… promise I won’t disturb you again 'til morning…”

And with that, Changbin simply decided to cockwarm you for the rest of the night, hoping that by time the sun rose at dawn, you’d help him out by returning the favor…

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[lukeywritesstuff]

jack being in love with quinn’s best friend and maybe he finally gets the girl

Brothers Best Friend

Jack Hughes x Reader, Quinn Hughes x Platonic!Reader

Description: Mr. Jack Rowden is in love with his older brothers life long best friend.

Note: Jacks pov because sometimes I just like writing male pov. Also if I miss any ndtp boys ignore it there’s too many for me to remember them all 😍😍😍.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, brotherly banter and fights, underage drinking, no Covid off scene sex.

Ever since we were kids Quinn has had this best friend, Y/N, ever since they met in like 2011 they’ve been best friends. They met when our babysitter brought Quinn, Luke and I to a park and since then the girls spent every day at our house after school, and since about 2014, I’ve been borderline in love with her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her body, her style, everything. Even things that have changed over the years due to growth and experimentation with fashion. I love it all. And yes I know. She doesn’t do it for me or any other men. But it still makes me happy to see her so confident and happy.

:-:-:-:

Fast forward to 2020, Quinn and I just bought our lake house, and us, Luke, Trevor, Cole, Matt, Alex, and Y/N have been here for a week. Since the season for us just ended we’ve just been relaxing and resting before we get partying and having fun.

The first weeks of summer consisted of me hanging out with the ndtp guys of my year, Luke with some of his friends and Quinn with Y/N, Brady and Josh. Then when we all got more comfortable within the living situations we started by bringing in alcohol and starting smaller parties with Luke only being 17 sometimes we’ll send him to our parents for a weekend because yeah I’m underage too but partying at 19 is better than partying at 17. At least I’m legal in SOME countries nearby and a legal adult too so I’m responsible for myself.

The first few parties were quite uneventful, until we decided to actually incorporate the lake and have a ‘lake party’ instead of a ‘pool party’ so when everyone showed up in swimsuits, it turned into a horny haven. This wasn’t the first time I saw Y/N in a bikini, but I guess with the alcohol in my system I had the courage to stare more and actually talk to her and get her to ‘dance’ with me.

The music was loud and sexual, her ass was against my crotch as we danced (grinded) on each other. The party was in full swing and everything just felt amazing. Until the next morning… I woke up to my arms around a naked y/n, and a massive hangover between my ears. My head pounded and my ears were ringing, but there was a gorgeous girl in my arms so I can’t complain.

:-:-:-:

Mid August, when all the partying is done, and we relax for a few weeks before going back to our respective cities where we play hockey and/or go to school. I’m sat on a devils beach chair with y/n on my lap, Luke’s on a Michigan one, Quinn’s on a Canucks one, Cole’s on a USA one and Trevor I guess bought a Ducks one for some reason and he’s on that.

:-:-:-:-:

Ever since that summer, the summer of 2020, THEE summer of 2020, i haven’t been happier. I have my dream girl, my dream job, any parents, siblings and friends are all healthy and happy with where they are in life and my life is honestly perfect right now and as I said, I can’t be happier!

[kurogane2512]

OKAY WHAT IF dancer fem!reader x Ningguang. So like one day she comes to your dance practice and witnesses you doing a very sensual dance :)

I cannot dance for the life of me but this is spicyyyy😩

NSFW AHEAD

Ningguang x dancer fem!reader (modern au, Ning being jealous, scissoring)

Ningguang loves your dancing, she knows how passionate you are about it and she loves how hard you work. She comes to watch all your performances and in her eyes, you are always the best in your group. She has great respect and admiration for artists in every field, and she values hard work for achieving success so she is absolutely smitten with you. The two of you often casually dance together at home, just silly partner dancing which helps her relives stress from work and she gets to be close with you as your hands sensually hold and guide her body around.

Usually on weekends she comes to watch your practice. She has seen you dance with others countless times and she doesn't usually mind it, but today she felt different watching one of your partners dance with you. You had told her there's a couple dance segment in your next performance and that you were chosen for it, she was proud of you and excited to see you perform. But she didn't expect how strangely.... passionate and sensual the dance was. Or perhaps, it was your partner stepping out of his boundaries.

Needless to say, Ningguang was quite bitter by the end as she intently watched you dance with him. He was touching you all over and clearly enjoying it, she honestly wished she was in his place doing all to you. Ningguang was quick to drive you back home once the practice ended and you felt she was angry about something but she spoke nothing in the car ride. However, once inside, she wasted no time to pin you on the wall and bury her face in your neck.

"Haaah.... Ning.... what's wrong?~" You asked in between moans as Ningguang planted kisses down your neck while unbuttoning your shirt, her teeth grazed your skin and you suddenly felt her bite your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"....Do you have to do this dance with him?" Ningguang husked near your ear as her hands groped you all over, sliding down your sides and slipping past your jeans to grasp your butt.

"W-what? Mhm.... you know it's in the performance....aaahn~"

Ningguang clicked her tongue, "It's clear he's taking advantage of it to touch you. How does your teacher allow such a person to be in the team? They are giving me every reason to sue them."

Oh, this was serious. If Ningguang wanted to sue someone, you could be sure as hell she'd succeed in it.

"N-No, Ning.... calm down. I'll talk to them.... ngh.... I'll change the steps~"

Ningguang hummed then unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down then dived in to passionately kiss you, her lips hungrily seeking yours as her tongue slipped in easily and rolled with yours. She then pushed you down the couch of the living room and straddled your lap and hiked her skirt up then removed her own underwear. She caressed your folds with her fingers and continued roughly kissing and biting your neck.

Ningguang was rarely this way, but you could tell what she was feeling right now. She kissed all over your face making you giggle before smirking and pulling aside your underwear then connecting your slits together. You gasped at the same time, your clits bumping as she rolled her hips into you. She was ethereal this way, her silky silvery hair all splayed out and her breasts bouncing from her own movements. She directed your hands towards her breasts and you complied, fondling them together as you bucked your hips into her.

Ningguang gasped and threw her head back, but she wasn't going to back away. She put your left leg over her shoulder and grinded mercilessly, wet and squelching sounds from your cunts filling the room accompanied by your moans. She pulled you closer and grasped your leg tighter, humping faster and harder now that you were seeing stars. You then released together after a while, Ningguang laying on top of you as you panted out together and shared gentle kisses.

[icyrambles]

the cassettes are a group of characters where if i think about them for too long i start to get physically ill.

because i really like the cassettes. they're really fun and i adore the concept of a guy who happens to have a gaggle of goons to do his dirty work. the combination of making them actual cassettes who live inside of soundwave (and/or blaster but this is gonna be a soundwave cassette focused post) is really interesting.

unfortunately most bits of canon (and fanon to be entirely honest) do not treat the cassettes as actual beings with their own thoughts, feelings, and personalities outside of "soundwave's little guys."

for the sake of clarity i will only be talking about the continuity that i have the most experience with, that being idw1 and my post will mostly be talking about those versions of the characters. i've been told that the cassettes feature more prominently in the g1 marvel comics but i haven't quite gotten around to reading those in depth so i won't be discussing those.

back on topic.

i always feel so disappointed at the actual cassettes as characters. they're often sidelined into being background characters and the majority of the time when they show up in fics they're never majour characters, just background guys to pad out the cast. i'm honestly not gonna judge fan writers and fan artists too harshly because most canon sources don't really feature the cassettes as actual characters worthy of having attention paid to them.

idw1 is specifically the continuity where i feel a bit sick whenever i think about the cassettes because they go through sooooo much shit and it's never brought up. like okay, laserbeak, buzzsaw, and ravage are mostly chill. obviously they probably have the whole beastformers are lesser beings thing going on but they're overall the most well rounded of the cassettes. (ravage especially since he's actually allowed to be a character outside of soundwave)

rumble and frenzy are were my stomach starts to like... explode. because they didn't get a choice in being soundwave's cassettes and it's never brought up, ever. megatron basically tells them that they're gonna be reformatted and neither party ever brings it up. like do rumble and frenzy just tolerate soundwave because it could be so much worse? do they genuinely respect soundwave and fight beside him because they want to see him succeed in a similar manner as the beastformers? like... phase 2 shows them reformatted again into motorcycles and they seem okay with it, like neither of them seem to be hung up on no longer being cassettes.

but also i have issues and problems with rumble and frenzy always being shown as a package duo. like i think they're a fun combo, especially as siblings because i adore platonic relationships but most pieces of canon treat them as interchangeable. like it's an ongoing joke in the fandom that they swap paint colours to fuck with people and in actual canon sources they don't have consistent colours so it's harder to actually treat them as genuine individuals. and that makes me soooooo mad. i don't like it when twins/duos in media get treated as a weird conglomerate individual with two names. it's boring and it's lazy and i wish it would stop happening.

side tangent. i hate what how skybound treats the cassettes. like okay yeah sure it's fun to see soundwave go "you hurt my ravage" but what about his other cassettes. either rumble or frenzy is dead and soundwave just doesn't fucking care? does he play favourites, boy i sure would like to know but daniel warren literally fucking said that he killed off one of the twins because he found the colour debate to be annoying and that grinds my gears a bit. if you don't like them, don't fucking include them or idk, have mike spicer, the colourist, keep their palettes consistent.

and skybound also treats ravage like an object. he's not an actual character with thoughts and feelings and emotions, he's a fucking toy for soundwave to moon over whenever warren needs soundwave to be less of an asshole than shockwave. like yeah sure, soundwave being so desperate to get ravage repaired in skybound is good for his character but that dynamic, where ravage has no actual dialogue and no actual personality outside of "soundwave's cassettte" makes him so much less interesting to me. skybound is getting a small benefit of the doubt because there's only 11 issues so far, but i will critique it to all hell because any emotional tension involving ravage and soundwave falls apart for me because ravage could easily be replaced with literally any other cassette. he's not special and the comic doesn't do anything to make me genuinely care about soundwave and his relationship.

tangent over. i'm going back to talking about idw1.

specifically it's time to talk about the fucking elephant in the room that i'm always thinking about whenever soundwave's cassettes come up; ratbat.

now to preface this little rant of mine. ratbat sucks. he's a terrible person who actively believed and contributed to the oppression of millions of cybertronians. he used soundwave as nothing more than a tool and proved himself to be a slimy scumbag with the few moments that he was on screen.

however, that does not stop me from feeling just a tad bit bad for him considering how soundwave treats him. it's one thing for the decepticons to murder the whole senate, those characters don't really matter in the long run, they're nameless, they never get brought up ever again and the story just doesn't care about them once they're dead.

but ratbat is different because rather than killing him, soundwave shoves his dying spark into a cassette body and for all intensive purposes, turns ratbat into his slave. because ratbat doesn't get a choice, he doesn't get the ability to say no. he just has to be toted along and do whatever soundwave tells him to do and that alone makes my opinions on idw soundwave.... well they're not great. because later stories treat idw soundwave like he's a good guy, he's the dude who wants to make the decepticons what they were originally, he wants to be done with cybertron's bullshit.

and i have to sit there, fist clenched, wanting to grab him by the fucking shoulders and ask "WHAT ABOUT RATBAT? WHAT ABOUT THE GUY WHO YOU LITERALLY MADE INTO A SLAVE FOR AT FOUR MILLION YEARS AND WHOSE DEATH YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY REACTION TO WHATSOEVER? DOES LIBERATION AND EQUALITY ONLY MATTER WHEN IT COMES TO GUYS WHO DIDN'T PERSONALLY FUCK YOU OVER?"

ehem, anyways, yeah i do not like the fact that idw just brushes over the fact that ratbat is not willingly soundwave's cassette. they do not ever focus on the fact that soundwave stuffed his former employer's spark into a completely different frame and then proceeded to do exactly what ratbat did to him for around four million years. and then didn't react whatsoever to ratbat dying.

like in early idw1, ratbat doesn't have any dialogue. he's a nothing burger character like all the other cassettes. but idw phase 2 specifically makes him a political rival. he's the guy in charge of the cons (along side shockwave to some extent) and then prowl fucking orders arcee to kill ratbat and no one ever talks about him ever again...

i have complicated emotions regarding ratbat because the story really wants you to see his treatment and go, yes, he deserves this treatment, he's evil and he was mean to soundwave and therefore he deserves to be imprisoned by another and used as a weapon for four million years and once he's dead we'll never talk about him ever again.

and i don't think that's fair. ratbat should've been a crucial character to soundwave after he died. soundwave should've had a moment in phase two where he realises that the decepticons have been terrible from the beginning, that he was actively a part of that terribleness, and he should've made the active decision to change the decepticons into something that stands for equality and freedom and peace.

i'm gonna move onto ravage because i feel so bad for ravage. he got shafted hard. oh the one hand, i love mtmte ravage, i adore seeing the cassettes in environments that don't involve soundwave because it means the writers have to actually care about them as more than just little guys that soundwave bosses around.

unfortunately, ravage goes from being soundwave's little guy to being megatron's little guy in mtmte. which like... okay, fine, megatron needs a guy who he can bounce off of and ravage fits that role pretty well (though i'd argue that having megatron potentially bounce off of an autobot whose morals are a bit lax is much better than simply having a decepticon who already likes him.)

but the point is, ravage, rather than being his own character who has thoughts and opinions, only exists to be a buffer for megatron. the devil on his shoulder if you will, trying to see and understand and coax megatron back into being the fearsome leader he was before. and it works to some extent, ravage getting fatally injured is literally what prompts megatron into ripping the djd to shreds. but unfortunately, that's ravage's only real purpose in the story. we don't see him interacting with any other characters means that he's entirely dependent on megatron for any insight to his character development. nautica is an exception but i have my own issues with the fact that she treats him like a pet upon first meeting him and like... to my knowledge she never really gets over that whole cute kitty aspect of their relationship.

and this makes me so mad because ravage is really interesting. he's older than most of the characters on the lost light and should reasonably be a fascinating insight to how beastformers are treated and discriminated against during the pre and post war eras. but instead he's relegated to a side character who gets murdered to further the arc of megatron, a character who sort of forgets about ravage as soon as lost light starts. this isn't helped by megatron's character arc being rushed and happening mostly off screen but ravage's death feels so unnecessary to me. he would've been much better had he been forced to be separated from megatron for most of lost light.

and unfortunately this is much the same for most other continuities. transformers prime my forever detested treats laserbeak like a fucking drone. it doesn't have any voicelines, it's just a little creature hooked up to soundwave's chest. (i haven't read the books because i cannot be bothered with aligned continuity and also if i have to go to external sources of canon beyond the original show to get key character information, it probably wasn't too important to begin with)

earthspark is fun in season 1, i'm happy that frenzy and laserbeak are allowed a few moments of time outside of soundwave but they're very minor characters and unfortunately ravage isn't much of a character considering he can't speak (which is weird because laserbeak can) and only gets a few scenes throughout seasons 1 and two.

cyberverse only has laserbeak and once again she/he (i don't think they state their pronouns) only exists to be soundwave's little guy.

tfa soundwave is so nothing burger that i genuinely forget that he exists 90% of the time. so his cassettes, as to be expected, not characters and just random objects to be played around with.

my point in all this is that the cassettes deserve better. they deserve to be actual genuine characters who are treated as more than just set pieces for soundwave and the other decepticons. i hope that in later transformers series, the writers give the cassettes the opportunity to shine.

[moodywyrm]

omgomg i’m thinking abt an “innocent” virgin reader having a little diary & writing abt their crush on abby,,

abby doesn’t normally snoop bc she’s quite respectful but she just couldn’t help herself cus ur diary was just RIGHT THERE,, so she READS IT and it’s all about the inappropriate things you’d want her to do to you. and it’s like hella descriptive and AHH

so then later that night she does exactly what u wrote in ur diary. teasing u endlesslyyyy, making u beg and feel embarrassed, mocking ur sounds to make u feel embarrassed even MORE,, making u move on ur own just to show how bad u want it, then ending with overstimulation,, omg

and during it, she’s all like “and here i thought you were so innocent,, but you wanted me to fuck you all this time, didn’t you?” and “don’t get embarrassed now, princess. you wanted this” EEEE

ok so I don't always like it when reader is depicted as like hyper-innocent in smut fics, just because it makes me kinda uncomfortable. so I almost didn't write this. but then I got to thinking. reader who is thought of as innocent purely because you don't ever really talk about sex or suggestive shit?

so the salt lake crew, including abby, just assume you're naive? and you're really fucking not, because every night you're stuffing your hand down your panties and playing with your clit to the thought of Abby and her muscles and the way she grunts when she works out or the way she's always so fucking careful and caring with you. because she likes you. but you don't know that. and you write about it! how you want abby to hold you hands together above your head with one big hand, because she could, and play with your clit. maybe fucking her fingers into you, maybe making you cream on her strap. how you want her to press your legs to your chest and go to town, either with her mouth on your cunt or her strap fucking into you so hard it makes your head spin. how you think she could hold you up against the wall and fuck you like that, chest to chest and face to face. and your personal favorite. how you want her to spend hours between your thighs, sucking and spitting on your clit while her fingers press into that gushy spot you can't quite reach with the angle your hand gives you, trying to see if you can squirt. you write it all. and then you fuck up (or don't).

you and abby are having a sleep over in your room, and you run down to the kitchen to grab some snacks your friend had set aside for you in exchange for you taking some of her tasks. but you left your diary, held open by a pen, on the same table that Abby was sitting at, waiting for you. and she got curious! she knows it's wrong, knows she shouldn't, but honestly you've been acting kind of weird around her lately and she's dying to know if you have a crush or something. and she finds something. so much better.

fuck. abby and I are having a sleep over tonight and I feel like I'm gonna combust. we were working out together earlier. well, she was working out and I was spotting her which meant I could see her arms working so hard and her thighs all spread out on the bench and whenever she would rest they would do the thing where they get broader on a flat surface. i want to sit on her lap so bad. want her fingers inside me, grinding up into me. I wonder if she'd ever bring a strap on to my place, if she knew how much I wanted her. does she even have a strap on? want to grind against her thigh and have her tell me I'm her pretty girl. I wish I was her girl, in the first place. I don't know how I'm gonna get through tonight, but we'll see.

by the time she's done reading, her head is fucking dizzy man. she does, actually, have a strap on. it's just in her room. across the hall. she could just go and grab it. but right as she's about to close your diary and get up, the door opens and she pauses. you two stand there, staring at each other, not knowing what to do. you're the first to speak, heart beating so hard you can almost hear it.

"did you... read that?" Abby just nods, closing it and walking over to you. she grabs the snacks from your hands and sets them down on the counter, turning back to see you looking terrified.

so she grabs your face in both hands, forcing you to look at her. "How long have you wanted me, baby?" and you're shaking.

"So fucking long." and the second those words leave your lips, abby is on you, kissing you like a woman starved and grabbing at your hips, pulling you flush against her. you're nervous, because while she may not be your first kiss, you have a feeling this is gonna go farther than just kissing. abby pulls away for a split second, foreheads pressed together, eyes never leaving yours. "Are you okay with this?"

You give her a little nod, verbalizing it with a whiney little "mhm" before she's back on your lips, guiding you to your bed and pulling you onto her lap. Your thighs are bracketing her hips and she's running her hands up and down them, enjoying the squish and give of you under her palms. she's really fucking moving now, pulling your shirt off, moaning at the lack of a bra, and stuffing her hand down your panties, breath hitching at the sheer amount of wet coating your pussy, making you slick and warm, all for her. she's toying at your clit now, bruising your lips with her kisses and pinching at your nipples, pushing you towards an almost embarrassingly fast high. she slides a little lower, pushing one thick digit into your tight heat, thumb rubbing at your clit, causing you to whine for her. and she gets Mean.

"uh huh, that feel good baby? you're not so innocent huh? everyone thinks you're so innocent and sweet but that's because you never fucking say anything huh? no, you just write it all down for anyone to read. or did you leave it out for me so this would happen? pretty girl, could have just fucking asked"

and her fingers, now two thick digits stretching you open, are so fucking deep and rough and pressing against that sensitive lil patch inside you that you snap, clenching wildly around her digits as she fucks you through your orgasm, cooing at you n mocking your moans.

"Oh, ohh, that's it, there's my pretty little slut. just needed to be fucked, didn't you? I'll fuck you nice and hard baby, just give me a second"

She helps you down from your high, giving you a few seconds to calm down while she practically sprints to her room and grabs her black strap, not caring if anyone sees her dashing between the rooms like a fucking mad man. Once she's back in your room, she's stripping with maximum efficiency and it takes everything in you not to moan when you see her naked. clearly, your all is not nearly enough because the second that harness is around her waist and and she's back between your thighs, a little sweaty and disheveled, pretty tits and pectorals on display, you're whining and reaching for her, begging her to lean down. she doesn't, the meanie, instead lining the tip of the strap up with your pretty lil hole and slotting it inside before she leans forward, lips barely touching as she begins to push in.

she sees the tears well up in your eyes, sees how you relax under her hands and get used to the stretch, before she starts fucking you in earnest. she's not going fast, but she is deep and a lil mean with how she's grinding into you, stimulating her clit in the process. she feels you shaking under her, clawing at her back and leaving marks for her to show off, and the way you're moaning makes her head fuzzy.

"Mhm, that's it, my pretty girl just needed to be fucked. that feel good baby? you like it when my cocks nice n deep in your cunt?"

She's moaning, getting closer and closer as she fucks you open, but what tips her over is the way you start talking back, after only sharing lil phrases and whines with her. no, now you're being fucking filthy, really bringing that diary to life.

"fuck, please abby, your cock feels so fucking good, you're so deep, can feel you in my tummy. please baby, are you gonna cum for me? gonna make me cum if you cum for me, please baby, wanna watch you fall apart for me, so fucking pretty when you're fucking me," and your voice so breathy and whiny and slutty, abby never stood a fucking chance. she starts shaking, pushing as deep as she can and grinding the base of the harness into both of you, pushing you over as she falls apart, moaning into the crook of you neck. you're whining, shaking under her and clenching your soft thighs around her waist in a way that makes her feel fucking primal. it takes you both forever to come down, panting and clinging to each other for dear life. when abby pulls out and flops next to you, she immediately pulls you into her.

"I should have read that diary so much sooner. ya gonna let me read the rest of it?"

who wrote that.

[kitkats-and-kittens]

Still on my Hunger games grind, so can we talk about the relationships I legit never see discussed?

I’m talking about the other victors and their relationships with each other. Like from the way they interact and what we hear about them in catching fire they are all clearly friendly, or as a bare minimum, tolerable with each other.

And although they seem to stick with making friends primarily within their own circle we have evidence that they do establish personal connections with each other’s outside of their district.

People like Haymitch and Chaff or Finnick and Johanna. Honestly it makes sense since the victors all have shared trauma and can understand what they’re all going through, but I need to know how and when this begins?!?!?

Like in Catching Fire Katniss clearly doesn’t like them, at least at the beginning, and of course it makes sense since she doesn’t know them and never gets the chance too because of the quarter quell, but knowing what they’ve all gone through I honestly felt so upset when her and Peeta were making fun of them.

Still, I wonder what their relationships with the victors would have been like had the quarter quell had been different. I don’t think Katniss and Peeta would have trauma bonded with them in quite the same way as other victors had, but I’m so sad they never got to see the other victors behind the persona the Captiol crafted for them.

Also speaking of newer tributes relationships with other victors, what I really want to see is Finnicks relationship with them. I mean he was the youngest presumably for a good few years since the way I’ve always seen it is 18/17 year olds win the most often for obvious reasons and every couple of years you might get a 16 year old with 15 year olds being extremely rare.

But like if they’re used to 16, 17 and 18 year olds who age into adults only a few years after their games then what was it like having a full on child running around the Capital with them for like 3 years?!?

Like okay maybe I’m reaching, but I feel like in mockingjay Finnick had a really close relationship with Beetee and Haymitch. I don’t want to say it was parental, but since they were both quite a bit older than Finnick when he won his games I think it would’ve been them, as well as Mags who kinda showed Finnick how to be a Victor and maybe even helped protect him since the Captiol was being so, well…Captiol.

Honestly the idea of the older victors all helping to mentor the younger ones on how to be victors is so sad but in like a bittersweet kind of way.

And Beetee making Finnick the trident to distract him from Annie while Haymitch tried to convince him not to do the propo has my whole heart.

If you couldn’t tell by this post the victors and their respective endings make me so sad.

[sleepiexx]

Hiii I hope your doing ok! 🫶🏼 Feel free to ignore this if it’s not your cup of tea. But your fic of Alejandro and Valeria was so good 😩 I need more of them 🙏🏼

What if Valeria brought weed so her and Alejandro start to smoke it. The reader is a little hesitant but with some convincing from them, she takes a few hits and then they all are stoned. Maybe something Smutty too if your up for that? :)

Get Me Out of My Mind

Valeria Garza x fem!reader x Alejandro Vargas

Note: I love this idea sm!! Sorry for any inaccuracies, I don’t smoke so it’s all just research lol.

Summary: Y/n had a particularly hard time balancing her military duties and her free time, Valeria and Alejandro answer her prayers for a much needed stress reliever.

Warnings: smut, use of marijuana (I don’t condone smoking if you are actually in the military, you can get dishonorably discharged so don’t do it!!), they have sex while they’re all high but it’s explicitly consented to while they’re all sober, nothing else

Word Count: 3486

Lieutenant Vargas and Lieutenant Garza did not always get along, in fact, the two had a long standing rivalry. That much had only changed because of two factors. The first was their shared love of one of the new corporal’s on base, Corporal l/n. It took a lot of arguing but once they realized their mutual goals, they caught the affections of the girl and realized a few things they had in common along the way, one such thing being the second reason, and their favorite way to unwind: smoking weed.

Now, whenever they got the free time, they found themselves sharing a joint or passing around a bong in either of their respective apartments off base. This was one of the only activities that they shared without y/n.

That is until the day they got the brilliant idea to share this tradition with her.

It started as normal as possible, Valeria and Alejandro were in Alejandro’s apartment grinding their weed so that they could roll and enjoy themselves a joint. It was their typical Saturday night, that is until a knock so quiet they questioned if they had heard anything at all sounded at their door. Their heads shot up at the noise, neither expecting anyone to come over while they were smack dab in the middle of their activities. Alejandro, realizing it was his apartment so he had to deal with it, cautiously answered the door.

There, at the doorstep, was y/n, still dressed in all of her gear, sunken shoulders looking like they could barely hold the weight she carried. Her eyes seemed darker than the last time they had seen her, likely due to the dark circles that resided under them, which made her exhaustion evident.

“Can I come in?” She asked, as if it was even a question.

“Of course, mi vida.” Alejandro replied, a million questions on the tip of his tongue, all falling short.

She stomped in, combat boots heavy on her tired feet. The second she found a blank wall, she slid down, taking her helmet off with jerking movements and tossing it gently to her side. Her boots came next as she sloppily untied the laces, fingers getting caught and tangled in them, she grew increasingly frustrated. The texture of the laces wasn’t quite right against her finger tips, yet neither was the polyester of her uniform which rubbed up against her skin in all of the wrong places. She honestly just wanted to rip all of her clothes off and curl up in a ball, that much could easily be read by the twitching of her nose and eyebrows.

Valeria kept her eyes glued to the girl from her seat on the couch, “did something happen?”

Y/n hummed, acknowledging that Valeria had said something despite being too overwhelmed to respond. Finally, her shoes were off so she could sit semi-comfortably against the wall, ignoring the uncomfortable uniform she was still wearing. She cradled her head in her hands, smoothing down her baby hairs and rubbing her burning-hot face.

Valeria and Alejandro glanced at each other, before Valeria made the move to get off the couch and crouch down in front of y/n. “What’s wrong, princesa? Are you okay?”

The dam that had been struggling to hold all of y/n’s frustrations nearly cracked those three words, frustrated exhales leaving her lips. She could hardly hold herself together, but Valeria and Alejandro knew exactly what she needed. Valeria pulled her into a hug, leaving her to bury her head into her shoulder. Alejandro came over on the other side, rubbing soft shapes into her back.

She mumbled an unintelligible sentence into Valeria’s sleeve.

Valeria pressed a soothing hand to her cheek, trying to coax her to pull away slightly, “we can’t hear you cariño, will you look at us?”

“We can do whatever you want, mi amor, just tell us what’s wrong.” Alejandro chimed in.

She pulled away, ever so slightly, eyes glaring at the floor, as if eye contact with either of the two would make her disintegrate.

“Just-“ she huffed, rubbing her forehead, “just really stressed out with work, even when I’m home. I’m just running on soldier time all the time, I don’t know how everyone else can just relax so easy.”

Both Valeria and Alejandro went to say something, but y/n cut them off, “I don’t need advice or anything, just needed to be around you both. You make me feel better.” She shook her head as if she were shaking the bad thoughts away, finally making eye contact with the two, “anyways, uhm, what were you guys up to? I don’t mind just chilling while y’all do whatever.”

“We were just about to roll a joint, come sit.” Despite having never really shared their activities with y/n, Alejandro didn’t hesitate to tell her the truth. He patted the couch between him and Valeria so she would finally rest her feet after what seemed like a very long day.

Y/n nodded, pretending not to be caught off guard at the discovery of the two’s hobby. She had heard all about weed in stories from her stoner friends, so she wasn’t unfamiliar with the substance per say, still, she never suspected her partners of being the type. Naivety on her part, Valeria and Alejandro were very obvious about their pastime.

Nonetheless, as she tried to focus on the tv— which Alejandro had switched to play her favorite show, promptly after getting her to move to the couch— her eyes couldn’t help but flit to Valeria rolling a joint and Alejandro lighting it up. Ever observant, Valeria caught on to their audience. She met her girlfriend’s curious stare with a smirk, “You want a hit?” She offered, holding it out.

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know the first thing about weed, it’s probably not a good idea.”

Alejandro’s head perked up from where it was rested on the couch, “Actually it’s probably a very good idea. You said you’re stressed, no? What better remedy?”

Y/n stared at the joint dangled between Valeria’s fingertips once more, tempted, before looking back at her lovers. “What are the effects?”

Valeria began to list, “well, it can help with sleep and anxiety, make you feel good, and it could possibly make you horny beyond belief, which might also be a good stress reliever.”

Y/n nodded along, doing a double take at the end, “What?”

“Some strains can make you really horny,” Alejandro chimed in.

“Can we have sex?”

Valeria smiled, almost giggly at the courteous nature of the girl, “yes, we can have sex.”

Y/n looked to Alejandro, receiving the same response, “of course we can have sex, is that even a question?”

Y/n nodded, finally accepting the joint from Valeria. She went to put it up to her lips, but was quickly stopped when Alejandro grabbed her wrist. She stared in confusion.

“It needs to be lit first.”

Her eyebrows scrunched, “but I thought you already lit it earlier?”

“It went out when you were debating trying it.” Valeria explained.

“Sorry,”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” She reassured.

Alejandro grabbed the joint in one hand, his zippo in the other. Gently, he placed it between y/n’s lips, lighting the end. “Alright, inhale,” he instructed.

She did as told, holding the undivided attention of both of her lovers, she took a small, cautious hit, stopping the second she felt it hit her lungs. As she pulled the joint from her lips, Valeria spoke up, “make sure you hold it in your lungs for as long as possible after.”

Y/n nodded and followed her advice, only exhaling when her throat felt uncomfortably tingly. This, of course, resulted in a small coughing fit. Valeria took the joint from her, placing it in the ashtray on the coffee table as Alejandro tilted y/n’s head back so he could give her some water. She accepted gratefully.

“How do you feel?” Valeria asked, cautious eyes watching the girl.

Y/n wiped a little excess water off her lips, “alright, just a little light headed.”

Valeria caressed her thigh, nodding reassuringly, “that’s normal, me and Ale are going to take a few hits and then it’ll be your turn again, get you good and high, sound good?”

Y/n got comfy on the couch, sitting in a way that she could watch the two of them, “Yeah.”

She glanced on, mesmerized by the two passing around the joint. Some part of her was incredibly attracted to the way they inhaled and exhaled the smoke, she felt grateful to be a part of this experience.

Before she knew it, Alejandro had placed the joint back between her lips. She imitated the movements she’d done before, adding in small habits she picked up watching Valeria and Alejandro. Albeit not totally seamless, she had gotten a better understanding of it since her first hit. This time, however, she had gotten more confident, taking a large hit. She could hardly hold it in her lungs more than three seconds before she started choking out smoke. Valeria and Alejandro laughed, patting and rubbing her back.

“Someone’s eyes are bigger than their stomach, huh baby?” Valeria teased.

She merely shook her head, chugging water in between choked coughs.

This time, she could feel the effects in fuller force. The first hit started to kick in as the second made her more light headed than she’d ever been in her life. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, attempting to gather her bearings, before opening them to see Valeria’s amused grin.

“You feeling it yet, baby?” She asked, smiling knowingly.

Y/n nodded, “mm-hmm, how can you tell?”

“Your eyes are all red and droopy.”

“Really?”

Valeria pulled up her phone camera, facing it toward the girl, “see for yourself.”

Y/n stared at her reflection, “holy shit,” she didn’t stay focused on her reflection for long though, feeling her stomach growl. Her head seemed to spin in circles and she could barely keep a single train of thought running, but she knew for a fact that she had developed an appetite.

She laid back on the couch, attempting to catch her bearings but failing miserably. All she could do was stare at the wall and acknowledge her fleeting pangs of hunger.

“You know what sounds really good right now?” She mumbled, turning her attention toward Valeria, hoping to get the thought out before it went away, “cheese pizza with like the cheesy crust ‘n shit. I feel like fuckin’ scooby doo right now, I’m so hungry”

Valeria reached over and took back her phone which had been forgotten about, laughing and standing from the couch, as faced toward the kitchen. “I’ll go get you some more water and some snacks, get those munchies of yours cured.”

Y/n nodded, sitting obediently on the couch, waiting for her love to come back.

That is until Valeria took far too long making snacks and y/n’s eyes caught Alejandro who looked so perfect in her haze.

“Ale?” She whisper-yelled, trying to get his attention as though she needed to do so in secret. He hadn’t looked up, “Ale!” She whispered louder.

He finally acknowledged her, “yes?”

She looked down, suddenly shy now that she actually had his attention, “will you kiss me?”

“Of course, sweet girl.” He muttered, making his way towards her spot on the couch. He crawled on top of her and caged her between his strong triceps, smiling teasingly down at her. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own.

Her eyes shut almost instantly, smiling into the kiss. It was likely one of the most sensual kisses she had ever had. Lips mashed together, moving in a careless rhythm that Alejandro led. If she could, she would melt into him, press their skin so close together that they fused. But she couldn’t, so she settled for feeling him up instead. Her hands wandered, caressing his biceps, then his pecs, before they fell down to his toned stomach, lightly pushing up his shirt so she could have some skin on skin contact. Had she not been so high, she would have noticed the effect that her touch had on him, but for now he would let her feel him up with not a care in the world.

“Your abs are nice,” she mumbled dreamily against his lips, hardly parted as he still chased her lips with his own. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “off, take it off.”

He did as commanded, tossing his shirt to the side. She ogled him shamelessly, trailing her hands over his muscular torso.

At that moment, Valeria came back with the snacks. She leaned up against the door frame, watching for a moment as y/n and Alejandro made out passionately, groping each other, before she decided that she too wanted to grope their girlfriend. She cleared her throat, causing both heads to shoot towards her, “having fun without me?”

Y/n stared, dumbfounded, before vigorously shaking her head, taking Valeria way too seriously, “mm-mm, baby come here I’m sorry, wanna touch you too.”

Valeria shook her head but sat down nonetheless, patting her thigh as an invitation for y/n. Y/n rolled out from under Alejandro, making him scoff, only stopping short as he watched her climb into Valeria’s lap rather sensually.

Y/n leaned in, nose to nose with Valeria, “hi,” she whispered, smiling.

Valeria smiled back, “hi.”

Y/n nearly erupted into a fit of giggles, only stopping herself by meeting her girlfriend’s lips with her own. Valeria grabbed her hips, tilting her head sideways to deepen the kiss. A small, but unexpected pinch to y/n’s thigh had the girl gasping, opening up her mouth and giving Valeria the perfect opportunity to shove her tongue in. Instinctually, y/n rolled her hips against Valeria, desperately searching for friction. Once Valeria realized why she was squirming so much, she moaned, pulling y/n closer and rolling her own hips up against the girl.

Alejandro, desperate to get in on the action, tugged y/n backwards ever so slightly so that her and Valeria would separate but she was still situated on her lap. With the new leverage, he tugged the bottom of her green shirt off over her head.

“Giving me quite the show.” Valeria smirked, staring dead center at y/n’s bra covered chest.

Alejandro smirked back, unclasping the back of the bra and trailing down y/n’s arms as he took off the straps, “anytime.”

Y/n, who was usually rather afraid to be shirtless in front of her partners, could only think about the love and adoration in both of their eyes at that moment. God, she loved weed. She did a little wiggle on Valeria’s lap so her breasts would bounce and sway, an open invitation for the two to absolutely ravage her.

Alejandro was the first to touch, arm wrapping around in front of her body to gently squeeze one of her nipples. She let out a yelp, shivering slightly. Alejandro and Valeria gave a knowing glance at the reaction, pleased to realize just how sensitive their girlfriend had become, and without words formulating a plan.

Valeria’s tongue darted out, licking a stripe up the unoccupied nipple. When met with a similarly grand reaction, she latched her lips onto it and sucked.

Alejandro moved to sit beside them, placing his hands on y/n’s hips and positioning it so that he was behind her once again, Valeria moved in sync, causing y/n to be squished between the two on the couch. Without a second thought, Alejandro slid his hands to the waistband of her camo cargos, unbuttoning and unzipping them then pushing them down to about mid thigh. Valeria took over from there, grabbing the top of y/n’s underwear and pulling them all the way down and off her legs along with the pants, leaving y/n completely naked.

Valeria resumed working over y/n’s nipples as Alejandro’s hands traveled dangerously close to y/n’s heat. He made contact with her vulva and she moaned, bucking her hips in search of friction.

“Fuck, Ale, please,” she whined, head thrown back over his shoulder in pleasure from the sensation of having her nipples sucked.

Valeria nipped at her for begging him, it was her doing all the work, not stupid Alejandro. In her inebriated state, the pain had y/n seeing stars, finishing without any contact on her other than Valeria working at her nipples. She moaned loudly at the intense feeling of her orgasm.

Valeria parted from her when the feeling had clearly subsided, smiling all smug. “You just came without either one of us having to touch you.”

Y/n shook her head, panting out in protest “no, you were touching me. Touching me s’much.”

“Just right here,” Valeria murmured huskily, tracing y/n’s nipple once again with the pad of her thumb.

As her attention was caught by Valeria, Alejandro traced his middle and ring finger up the center of her wet cunt, causing her to gasp and arch her back, “didn’t even touch you here.” His mouth was so close to her ear that he couldn’t stop himself from licking a stripe up it, making her shiver.

“So sensitive, baby.” Valeria cooed.

Alejandro began rubbing tight circles into y/n’s clit, making her spread her legs wider and attempt to grind on his fingers. It worked, partially, but mostly it just had her grinding up against Valeria’s torso making her even more wet and horny. As Alejandro moved his fingers to her vagina, Valeria’s hand found its way to her clit, replacing Alejandro’s. He circled his finger around where she needed him before finally giving her what she wanted and slipping it in. She clenched hard as Valeria continued rubbing her clit while Alejandro curled his finger. The feeling very quickly became overwhelming.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” Alejandro asked as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of her.

She shook her head, frustrated, “can’t, ‘s too soon.”

Valeria sped up her motions at the statement, ever so slightly peeved at the girl’s hesitance, “there’s nothing hotter in this world than making you cum too fast, let it go sweet girl, let it go.”

Y/n followed her lead, relaxing into their pleasurous touches and finally letting go. She felt like she was on cloud nine, like she had melted away, or died and gone to heaven. The orgasm high mixed in deliciously with the weed high as it went on longer than she felt it usually would. The only thing that stayed on her mind were her boyfriend and girlfriend, enveloping her with their love. They filled her senses, their smell, their looks, their touch. Nothing could ever compare to this.

She jolted at a tap to her thigh, she must have spaced out in the heat of the moment. Valeria and Alejandro smiled down at her on either side, she seemed to be laid down on the couch now.

“You with us?” Alejandro questioned, rubbing up her side with fingers that, unbeknownst to her, had recently been licked clean.

She nodded.

Valeria’s smile widened, “do you feel good?”

Another nod, “I think I’m still high,” y/n mumbled. The lightheaded feeling and the floatiness never left her.

“It’s only been an hour, I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

Alejandro disregarded the conversation and moved his arm under y/n, getting ready to help her up from the couch. Valeria positioned herself on the other side so they could make it a team effort. They both knew how squirmy y/n could get after sex, too sensitive to be picked up without doing everything in her power to make herself fall to the ground, they both assumed this would only be amplified by the weed. So together, they helped her walk herself to the bed, rushing to grab some important aftercare items after they got her good and situated on the bed.

They took all the usual aftercare steps deemed necessary, washing up, making their girlfriend drink water, and praising her, all before succumbing to her demands for cuddles.

“Will you please just hold me?” She had begged, teary red eyes blinking up at them, hardly understanding the need for the ridiculous wet washcloth and the stupid cup of water.

Those glassy eyes were the only reason they had not said “hold on” like any other time they had been intimate.

So for the millionth time that day, they took their rightful spot on either respective side of the girl, cradling her in warm, loving arms, and whispering sweet nothings until she fell asleep.

[casuallyawkardd]

Hello dear, how are you? 😘 I wanted to know if it's ok, do you write an imagine where reader calls Miguel for the "first" time from the nicknames that spiders sometimes call him, but NEVER in front of him like "Guelito" "Miggy" or my favorite " Miguelito". thank you and I loved the second part "Close Encounters of the Spiderkind" I'm looking forward to seeing the next chapters

'Miguelito' is also my personal fav 😌 I should start work on pt 3 of 'Close Encounters of the Spiderkind' very soon so thank you for the love. Appreciate you anon 💕

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, awkward beans being awkward beans, can be interpretted as platonic or romantic depending on the vibes you want

"Sounds like big guy's mad again."

"When is he not, Parker?"

You shot the other spider a half hearted glare, too tired to fully commit. It had been a long week, in fact it had been a long three weeks. Someone, everyone had agreed not to point fingers, had lost one of the anomalies. It was a variant of Rhino, some version that looked like a bodybuilder and a mecha anime had a baby, had barreled his way through HQ and was now loose in Nueva York. Miguel's home turf.

For being such a large hunk of muscle, the anomaly was apparently very good at flying under the radar. When you and the other spiders were able to get a ping on him, he was even better at forcing his way through an escape plan. Every 'we almost got him' and 'we'll get him next time' seemed to be grinding against your boss's psyche, sometimes clenching his jaw so tight that you were concerned about his teeth breaking.

The latest hunting party was gathered in the cafeteria, comprised of Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Peter B and you. The bane of your existence right now, aka Peter, was obnoxiously slurping on his soda on your right, taking a bite of his O'Hara Burger between gulps. Normally things like that didn't bother you, but today it was like nails on a chalkboard; the urge to beat your own burger, that had quite the resemblance to your boss, to a pulp only growing by the minute.

"Can we just all agree that good, old Migs was the one who fumbled the bag today, yeah?" Hobie chimes in with his usual nonchalant attitude, picking at his own food.

"A...greed," everyone chimes in, all equally tired. Well...almost everyone.

You side eye Peter, who seems to be holding off on his own response. "Well..." he starts carefully, speaking through a mouthful of burger, "you were the one who wasn't able to cut the anomaly off at the corner."

"Excuse me?" you snap back.

"I'm just saying," he holds up a hand in a placating gesture, "I don't think blaming Miggy for everything is always fair. Man's got a lot on his plate keeping all of us in line."

"Boo..."

"Yeah, you sound like an old man."

The younger spiders at the table joined in on the conversation, "I am an old man, respect your elders," Peter scolds the teens before looking back at you. "Look, I'm just saying maybe take one for the team and...apologize."

"What!?"

"For fumbling the bag today."

You take a deep breath in through your nose, head leaning back as if asking for an answer from someone up above. Finally, with a heavy sigh, you look back at the man next to you, "And why do you think me apologizing will help?"

Peter shrugs, "Maybe an apology is what Mig needs to relax a little, he likes when people take accountability. Besides, everyone knows he has a soft spot for you-"

"That man doesn't have a soft anything," you cut Peter off before he can start rambling.

"C'mon," Peter sighs, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "just go in there and be all 'Ohhh~ Miguelito, I'm really sorry for messing up, please let me help pull that stick out of your ass,'" his impersonation of you has you snickering despite yourself. Damn him and his dorky humor.

"I think I'd be dead if I called him that, or anything we call him when he's not around."

"Honestly, our little nicknames are probably the more tasteful ones," Gwen notes, "Trust me, I've heard some real creative ones."

And that's what brought you to where you were now, slowly making your way into Miguel's lab. You had to keep playing the events of earlier today in your head as a reminder of why you're even here in the first place. Yes, you were the one who was meant to stop Rhino from escaping yet again, but Peter was right. You had choked. Froze on the spot and Miguel had to be the one to pull you to safety. The memory replayed over and over as you mentally scolded yourself, thinking that Rhino would be in the Go Home Machine right now had you stood your ground. But hey, hindsight was 20/20.

"Whatcha doin'?" Lyla's chipper voice pulls you from your thoughts, yellow hologram blipping from here and there as she followed you.

"M'here to see Miguel," you answer a little reluctantly, knowing what she'll ask next.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because...?" Lyla's now projecting at your side, life sized and walking in stride with you. Her eyes are focused on you, not needing to watch where she's going, seeing as she fazes through every obstacle. Your silence has her pixels forming a teasing smirk, "Oh, you did something wrong~" she coos in a sing-song voice.

"Not now, Lyla."

"Jeez..tough crowd today. I'd expect it from Miguel, but you? I thought we were friends," Lyla stopped walking, giving you a mock pout that had you rolling your eyes and continuing on your way. Lyla's so-called 'betrayal' was short lived as she appeared on one of the control tables, sitting with her legs crossed. "Well, it is good you're here. Big guy's been debating whether or not to call you into his office for the last hour."

That had you pausing. "Why does he want to talk to me?" you ask the AI, who only smirks back. It's clear that she knows, what you know, that he also knows... "How mad is he?" you decide on inquiring next, wincing a little in anticipation of her answer.

Lyla keeps you waiting, of course she does, humming and tapping her chin with a finger. "Not...too mad. Slightly over the average amount for him."

"Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

Lyla laughs behind her hand, pixels now standing in front of you again, "Come on, you're stalling~ Rip it off like a bandaid," she pantomimes patting you on the shoulder. With a heavy sigh, you press on into the main room of Miguel's lab.

He must've heard your conversation with Lyla, the platform already starting to lower at its painfully slow pace. Miguel is standing stiff, hands on his hips and his back to you. The sight has you swallowing thickly, nerves only heightened as you watched the man, who was going to tear you a new one, approaching in the most ominous way imaginable.

With a deep breath, you step forward, finding your voice after a moment, "I think we should talk," you tell him, cursing how your voice has that slight waver to it.

Miguel audibly sighs as well, shoulders sagging at the effort. "I agree," he replies, turning to face you and stepping down to the ground floor. Your stomach drops as he approaches, Miguel stopping and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you. Why he had to be stupidly tall and intimidating was a mystery to you, one that wouldn't be solved in this moment.

"Look, I know today could've gone better," you start with, "we almost had Rhino and we lost him. Or, I guess I lost him.." your eyes avert to the floor, hands fidgeting together, "What I'm trying to say is-"

"I'm sorry."

The two of you speak at the same time, giving you pause. Your eyes finally look up to meet his, brows knitted together in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?" you deadpan, looking at him in disbelief. Surely my ears just aren't working, you think.

Miguel huffs, not a fan of repeating himself as he adjusts his stance, "I said, I'm sorry. The anomaly got away again, that's on me."

"...What."

"You were in the prime position to neutralize the target and I got in the way," he continues to say, as if not hearing your interjection. "I...let my concerns get in the way and cloud my judgment-"

"Wait, hold on-"

"I let you down, I let the team down..."

"That's enough, Miguelito-"

"¡Cállate!" You jump when he raises his voice. "I'm trying to swallow my pride and apologize here," he snaps, annoyance evident in his tone. He huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers and muttering under his breath in Spanish. You, on the other hand, were frozen on the spot. Mainly because you were still reeling from his initial outburst, but as realization set in at your slip of the tongue. Maybe he was too mad to notice?

"I came to apologize to you," you clarified, pausing when Miguel shoots you another glare. However, you were unperturbed, "It's my fault the mission went wrong. I got cold feet," you spoke a little softer, embarrassed at your confession. "If anything, I should be thanking you for making sure I didn't get trampled to death..."

"Stop," Miguel chimed in, holding up a hand to silence you. His lips pressed together in a hard line, thinking of what to say next. "You don't need to be so hard on yourself."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

"Hey."

You crack a smile, hiding a chuckle behind your hand. Miguel's frown deepens and you can't help but laugh even more at the sight, the tension in the room dissipating once you realized the feeling of guilt was mutual. That and the fact you were both too stubborn to let the other be in the wrong. He seems to catch on to the irony of the situation, a reluctant snicker escaping him as he shook his head wryly.

Before either of you could pick up where you left off, there was a beeping sound coming from each of your Gizmos. It looked to be an alarm, further inspection revealing that Rhino had been spotted and all available spiders were to go to the given coordinates.

Miguel was on the move, his touch surprisingly gentle on your arm as he guided you to follow him out of the lab. Once you fell into stride, he was typing away on his Gizmo, "Parker, do you copy? I want you to gather the group from earlier and meet y/n and me there."

"Got it boss," the familiar sound of Peter B's chipper voice answered, "Anything for you, Miguelito~"

You winced slightly as he emphasized the nickname, a fresh reminder of your slip of the tongue. It had you feeling anxious once more as you walked beside the source of said anxieties.

"Don't call me that," Miguel snapped into the comm, "and don't be late," he added before ending the call. His eyes glanced your way, causing your breath to catch in your throat for a brief second. The knowing smirk and low chuckle he gave you in response was a surprise, stunning you even more.

It took a moment for you to remember that you were still walking, quickening your pace to catch back up. The two of you didn't speak as you walked through HQ, some kind of silent understanding that your earlier debate would be an 'agree to disagree' kind of situation. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you, Peter's words echoed in your head, putting a little spring in your step. Confident that you wouldn't freeze up this time around.

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[captainnameless]

do you have any more thoughts about nando with lando or any of the other littles? that one minific is my absolute favorite 🧡

Fernando sighs as he looks back at Lando, planted on a chair outside of the AM hospitality while he has Carlos on the phone. He’s glad Lando doesn’t speak Spanish, it means he doesn’t have to whisper.

Lando’s playing with his own fingers, swinging his feet, slightly curled in on himself, he looks a little sad and it attracts Lewis Hamilton who scooters up to ruffle Lando’s hair holding up a questioning thumbs up to Fernando, who nods, shows him the phone and gives Lewis a thumbs up in return.

Lando gets another hair ruffle and Lewis is off right as Fernando finishes up his call.

“Right,” Fernando says, walking over to Lando and zipping up the windbreaker the boy is wearing a bit more, Lando’s been under the weather these past few races and he’s not about to let it get worse on his watch. “Your Papa’s lucky I owe him.”

Lando’s puppy eyes look up at him, semi questioning and semi fucking adorable, Fernando’s not immune to them, not that cold hearted…. yet.

“I’m taking you to the hotel, ok?” Fernando says, holding a hand out and helping Lando stand up. Carlos is stuck at Ferrari for at least another hour and Lando’s cold, and a little sick and had a crash in FP2 that messed up his shoulder. Carlos knowing the pain medication he got for that would likely cause him to drop.

He wasn’t wrong, there’s a wooziness to Lando that indicates he’s not all there and Fernando’d be slightly worried about taking care of him all on his own if it wasn’t for that one time he’d been able to get Lando to go to sleep within minutes after Daniel had tried for hours and had been accused of witchcraft. He’s got this. And Lando…. Lando’s pretty adorable.

“Nando?” He asks, slightly pouty when Fernando doesn’t hold his hand past helping him up.

“Yeah, buddy?” Fernando asks, guiding Lando towards the exit, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Papa said we could order dessert with the room service today.”

Fernando narrows his eyes as they keep walking, trying to asses the situation. He could very likely be getting played right now, he wouldn’t put it past Lando to try and get something out of the situation and quite honestly he respects the grind.

“Did he now?”

Lando nods, followed by a hum. “For my shoulder.”

“Dessert is going to fix your shoulder?” Fernando asks, holding the passenger door open now that they’re in the car, watching Lando as he slides in.

“It’ll help.” Lando grumbles, blinking up his pretty eyes.

“Be a good boy for me and I’ll see what I can do.” Fernando hums, shutting the door.

Lando is a good boy, he showers and takes his medicine without a fuss. Finishes the healthy meal that was always going to be on the menu and gets what he wants when Fernando orders a creme brulee to the room as a reward.

For a minute Fernando’s worried the sugar might keep Lando up, but he’s starting to fall asleep when they’re curled up on the couch with the TV playing.

Carlos gets back to the room later than he expected, apologizing profusely but Fernando waves him off, shushes Carlos and points to the fast asleep boy against his chest, he’s totally been taking advantage of the cuddles, not moving him to the bed.

Carlos coos, taking a seat next to them so he can brush Lando’s hair off of his forehead, pressing a kiss there, the motion causing Lando to stir a little, sucking his thumb a little faster before relaxes back against Fernando.

“He been good, no?” Carlos asks. “I saw he earned a dessert.”

Fernando bites his lip, so he did get played, whatever, Lando did earn the dessert and Fernando isn’t going to out him.

“Yeah.” He hums. “He earned a dessert.”

[avalover1228]

PSA: Sluts Make the Best Wife’s.

I love having a Hot wife, she’s so cute and sweet and gentle and she’s always so loving, but there’s one thing about her, that deep down that sweet little girl is a complete and total slut.

Any normal girl has self respect. They feel like they can be independent. Girls like Ava don’t. They know that they need their big strong man to remind them of their place.

Example 1: If I told a normal girl that she’s going to get fucked senseless and used

Normal Girlfriend: she would probably say something like “Sorry baby, I’m not up for it rn”

Ava: Ava would more than likely says something like “Yes Daddy” and would be quick to get herself ready for you. My good little fuck thing knows that I don’t like to wait so she would quickly get naked and wait to be thrown around fucked like some pocket pussy

Example 2: Blowjobs

Normal girl: very rarely gives head, and feels unpassionate.

Ava: Ava honestly never liked giving head, and even now I don’t think she’s too big of a fan, but what I’ve learned is she’s a fan of serving me. I don’t want to make her serve me too much, but oh my god when she really wants to she is quite honestly the best ever.

I love love love her pussy and all, and trust me like I love it. I could stretch it and pound it for hours. But her head when she’s dedicated and submissive is the best of my life. I feel like she made the connection that her giving me head, ends up with her getting a free show of me moaning and groaning, compliments on how good of a girl she is, and she gets to prove she can do it. I love it so much. She has two styles to doing it, the first type where she gives her everything, and she truly sucks me off and jerks me off or whatever she wants to as good as she can. Or the opposite, where she gives In.

Her passionate blowjobs are amazing and on their own set her apart from every other girl. She does so good n taking as much as she can. She listens to my noises and she knows how to make me go feral for her. She knows to do more and go faster when I start whimpering. It’s so amazing, the moment I get close she just dedicates herself to me. She starts sucking me off so good, always like she’s got to go prove her worth to daddy. Like she needs me to know that she can provide for me. I rarely see this side of Ava but when I do I think about it for a long time.

The other type is for her slutty and submissive side(Housewife traits), when she gives in and wants to just be used. This is why the slut deep inside Ava is so perfect. This is more often after I buy her something in exchange for head, because if she has a forced job, she doesn’t really have the connection to it to have passion. But she’s still daddy’s good girl, and she knows that I want it, so she gives me her throat, and gives in. She will 100% let you use her face as long as you give her air and treat her nice. It’s so perfect. Her throat feels like an extension of my hand. Whether I’m pushing down on her head or grabbing her by her braids, she follows what her owner tells her to. She likes being talked to while she goes down and she loves being kissed. She’s a good cock sucking princess who has the elegance to look pretty, but she knows to listen to her man. She’s perfect

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Example 3: Shes a brat

Regular girl: just asks for sex

Ava: This brat cant handle something so simple. She can’t just ask her daddy to come and use her. She wants to earn it. Slutty girls have some ego to feed that that makes them think they can take any man’s attention and soul with their body and looks. Ava can. She does. She’s such an innocent thing but she loves to look pretty. She does things like wearing smaller and smaller crop tops around you, or she’s wearing booty shorts that don’t cover anything. Or most of the time she just sits in her underwear, grinding up on me, one single tiny strip of cloth between me and her, and she keeps pressing on my dick. She’s just trying to rile me up. And it works. That little brat gets me every time. But I give In. Every time:

“Baby you keep teasing me, do you want to have sex?”

“No Baby it’s okay, I’m just cuddling with you”

“Ok baby, so you don’t want me to fuck you?”

“Not rn baby…”

So then I wait. Even though she admits later she wanted it, she still says no. And she doesn’t stop doing it. She just keeps grinding up on me. She takes a nap. And she does it more than ever before somehow. Like she’s begging me to use her pussy. She wakes up and just gets too touchy. She starts running her hands all over my body. Through my hair, brushing it and playing with it. Across my back, digging her nails in. On my dick, just begging for it to fuck her but she won’t ask for it.

God that whore I love her but I really can get riled up for her.

Every time:

“Baby you’re grinding still. Do you wanna fuck now?”

“No baby I’m okay, im just cuddling”

“Princess. You’re practically Begging for something to happen between us.”

“Am I daddy? I don’t see how I am”

And it always works so goddamn good. That bratty little girl gets away with it every single time.

This little girl always loves to keep teasing. She does more and more. She thinks I don’t notice but I do. She plans it from the start. She dresses like a sexy little doll, but looks so natural. She gets my attention and she makes me take her. She can never make it easy for us. But she always makes me desperate to fuck her slutty little pussy for acting the way she does.

I love when u finally give in and decide to break her. It feels so goddamn relieving to finallly take what’s mine. I want to respect her and listen to her when she says no but sometimes this girl needs to reminded of every thing that I do for her and that when I ask she listens.

I normally get fed up around the time she starts taking her second nap

“Are you really just gonna keep teasing me baby?”

“Yep. Why does that bother you or something?”

“Baby you know what you’re doing. I’m gonna make you take it. Stop acting so silly baby. You’re gonna start something you can’t handle”

“I know I am daddy”

“So let me use you princess”

“Nope”

“Fine then”

Once I decide to remind Ava, it’s mostly just her fighting back at me until I finally put it in then that brat stops fighting on the spot

No matter how bad she wants me she always decides to fight back. I spread her legs so she closes them. I put my head between her legs and she will push it away. I move my fingers close to inside her and she resists each time but just a little bit less. So I make her take it. I start forcing her legs open for me, eating her pussy no matter how many times she says no, overpowering her weak little arms and fingering her little pussy. They all work. They all make my baby give in. They make her stop teasing. And the beautiful part about Ava is that if you can Tame her, she’s yours. Like genuinely totally fully yours. She will take dick in any position until you tell her she did a good job. She’s a perfect whore and she’s so perfect for it.

[jiminiecrickets]

How often are the seven days a week couple having sex? And where they ever caught by friends?

I'm so sad that it ended already☹️😂❤️

honestly jk could probably go several times a day, but reader has to be a cog in the capitalist machine and jk has to study >:( they're probably frequent, at least once every two weeks, but they can go more or less quite easily lol. birthdays and anniversaries definitely get a whole week. it helps jk keep his sanity during exam season or after a particularly rough day at work, so if he comes home pouty and slouchy it probably means to get the cuffs.

jk's far too respectful to ever do anything purposely in his friends' vicinity, and plus, reader's his bf, not theirs, so they aren't allowed to ogle at him :) furthest he'd go is kissing and heavy petting in a bathroom or something, but nothing where clothes come off. what if a fire alarm goes off?? he can't ruin the mood like that :(

glad you enjoyed it! i've had fun with these lil hcs, so thank you for the asks :)

nsfw drabble below just for fun. warnings for oral mention (r. receiving) and being walked in on lol

"hyung," he moans softly, pressing your hips into the bathroom sink. he grinds against your thigh, accepting your hot kisses with sighs and soft whines. "please, i need you..." "not here, and not now," you murmur between kisses, amused at his cute attempt to take control. he presses the heel of his palm into the front of your pants and you grunt softly, panting against his neck. "they must be missing the birthday boy." "i don't care, they just use it as an excuse to get drunk and make us pay for it," he groans. "let me have something i actually want – please?" his pout turns into a sultry smile, his hand creeping into your pants. "i'll let you fuck my mouth." he's daring, you'll give him that. "fuck, you know i'd like that, but here? seriously? my car's just outside. you could do a lot more to me than suck my cock there – tinted windows, ring a bell?" "but i'm hard," he nearly whimpers, hips moving faster against your thigh. you drape an arm around his shoulders, watching him grind against you like a needy puppy with a lazy grin. "please please please—" the door swings open. "oi, jungkook, you have tae's phone in your pocket? he's asking for it again." jungkook's hand flies off your crotch as if he was burned and yanks the edges of his jacket down to hide his neediness. yoongi doesn't crack under his glare, standing with a slouch in the doorway and wearing a knowing smirk. melting first under yoongi's steady gaze, jungkook digs around in your jacket – he's wearing it – and hurls it at the older man like a fastball, though he catches it with relative ease. he shakes out his hand, switching the glittery pink phone into his other hand. "good arm on you. alright, see you both outside." jungkook scowls, arms crossed and a vicious pout on his lips. you hide your snicker and he whacks your arm. you lean in. "my car hasn't moved, baby." "shut up. i'm not in the mood anymore."