#thank you darling anon i’m eating good tonight

[achilles-rage]

Also buck def crashes girls night

YOU’RE SO RIGHT!!!

if it’s an at home girls night, he’s refilling everyone’s wine glasses, and making the YUMMIEST snacks and not letting anyone lift a finger because “i’m a feminist!!”😤😤

if it’s a girls night out, he’s the certified body guard. holding the girlies drinks and barking at anyone who reaches for them, and he can look VERY intimidating when he wants to be (big strong man privileges<33), so if a guy tries to be a creep he’s standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, and it’s enough to scare any man off

[sanspuppet]

dom!hwa with his low voice whispering dirty words into your ear while pleasuring you during a long night… (yes i’m down bad ever since i heard his rap in matz😵‍💫)

W/T: fingering, pet names (pretty, darling), unprotected sex (don’t)

A/O: happy to see im not the only one down for him so bad lately, wtf??? he’s so fucking gorgeous in this comeback. ALSO I LOST HALF OF THE WORK because of a glitch and i was annoyed as fuck, but i tried to write it all again, hope you like it anon! thanks for the request :3

• not proofread cause here’s late and im too tired to function properly

“Come on baby, i know you can take more than this.” Seonghwa’s laying on your body, lips near your ear as his hand’s playing with your clit. It’s been a long hour since you’re a whimpering mess, while your boyfriend’s trying to pleasure you. That’s right, he’s trying. You haven’t cum yet, and it’s driving you crazy, feeling Seonghwa’s fingers diving into your pussy but still haven’t creamed around them. “Why the fuck aren’t you cumming?” he whispers at you, a slight tone of frustration and disbelief in his voice. He’s surely more frustrated than you, you can tell it because he starts uncontrollably to exasperate. “Why? Want me to add another finger? Four fingers??”

“Should i eat you out?” “Aren’t my fingers enough for you?” you can’t deny that his whingy voice is incredibly hot, reminds you of his groans he emits while he uses to fuck you dumb. He buries again three fingers inside your pussy, sliding in and out of you faster than he did before. The sound of his palm slamming against your clit is booming inside your head. Hwa squeezes his eyes as he feels his arm burning from how quickly he’s finger fucking you, and his waist hurting as you’re gripping at it harshly, your fingertips diving into his skin. He sticks his tongue out when he feels your walls getting wetter, sighing proudly. “Is this what you want? Want me to fuck you harder?” you moan desperately, arching your back as he pulls out, your folds clenching around nothing but the air. “Keep talking” is the only thing you can articulate. “Huh?” Seonghwa rubs his index finger against your inner walls, playing with your wetness. “Is it because of my voice?” he slides out, licking joyfully your arousal off of his finger. “Yeah, fuck-“ you murmur. He intentionally groans lowly at your ear, secretly smirking as he replies you: “Didn’t know it” you bite your lower lip, your mind getting blurry from the way your body reacts to his voice. “Fuck, you always taste so good, pretty.” He leans in for a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “You can’t even know how fucking hard i am” You can feel his gaze moving down your body. “Wanna ruin your pussy with my own dick.” whimpers keep leaving your mouth, wanting to feel him inside you more than anything else. “Wanna fuck you so hard, that i won’t need to stretch out your pussy before fucking you.” He gets up, and immediately positions himself between your legs. “Gonna make you cum so quickly, pretty.” his cock pops out as he drags his pants down, without even waiting a second he pulls his length inside your wet cunt, another groan escaping his mouth as he feels the warmth of your pussy embracing his dick. “Fuck, so tight.” he murmurs. You moan loudly, clenching helplessly around him. “Yeah, shit. Keep doing it darling.” Seonghwa holds your legs when he starts to slide in and out of you. He throws his head back as he tries to concentrate on the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock without any problems.

“Ready? Imma fuck you senseless tonight.”

[star-wrote]

ANYFING WITH FLUFFY MUEPHY MACMANUS PLES PLES PLES PLES LMAOOO

Mo Stór

ao3 link

Characters: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

A/N: loving the energy in this request, anon. if you had a tail, it would be wagging LMAO. i’m sorry this took AGES, but i hope you enjoy anyway! <3

Warnings: cussing, bad irish accent writing, fluff, domestic bliss, seriously it’s so fluffy

Word Count: 817

Dating Murphy MacManus isn’t the easiest thing in the world. In fact, if you were to ask his brother, he’d say something along the lines of “Dunno how ya put up with us being vigilantes and shit, lass.”

You and Murphy have had countless talks about him and his brother’s “hobby,” half of them ending in you begging to join him. He would never let you, it’s too dangerous.

So you work your job to support yourself and the boys. You don’t mind it really, they treat you like their queen. Usually, they’re home when you get off work. Walking in to a warm dinner, even if it was a frozen pizza, was a feeling you wish for every good person on earth.

Other nights, like tonight, the brothers wouldn’t be home. You couldn’t help the feeling of anxiety that went to that pit in your stomach. You rush to the note on the refrigerator, ripping it from the magnet that also held up a picture of you and Murphy kissing. Both the picture and the magnet fell off the fridge as you read the note.

“Went to grab Chinese takeaway for dinner. Be back soon x.”

You sighed in relief as you read Murphy’s chicken scratch handwriting. You remembered the magnet and picture that fell, and quickly retrieved them off of the floor. You smiled as you pinned the picture back to the fridge and silently thanked Connor for capturing that moment on camera.

It had been a long night at McGinty’s, and Doc had kept the rounds coming. You had somehow convinced Murphy to dance with you; it must have been the David Bowie song playing. At the end of the song, he dipped you down like you were in some kind of romance movie, and gave you one of many kisses that you two have shared in that bar. Once he heard the click of the camera, he gently dropped you to the floor and shoved his brother, trying to grab the camera. You laughed on the bar floor as he successfully got the camera and pocketed it. He must not have been too upset about the picture since he printed it out the next day.

You heard the door open while you were reminiscing, interrupted by the familiar sound of the twins bickering; this time about chopsticks.

Connor calls your name as he shuts the door. “Are ya gonna use chopsticks?”

You smile as Murphy rolls his eyes and sets the food down on the table. He makes his way over to you and kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, of course,” you answer Connor, “are you?”

He pulls two wrapped pairs of chopsticks out of his pocket and hands you one. “Of course! Murph here wouldn’t let me grab three because he doesn’t know how to use them.”

You look at Murphy who rolls his eyes again as he grabs your hips to slide past you and take a fork from the drawers. He grumbles out “I’m fuckin’ Irish, don’t need to know how, eejit.”

You giggle as you hug him from behind. “I’m pretty sure the Irish didn’t invent the fork either, Murphy.”

He tried to frown, but one side of his mouth lifted. “Are we gonna eat this shite or not?”

After dinner and the nightly movie, you and Murphy retired to your shared bedroom. You were glad that the movie finished because it was Connor’s night to pick, and he picked the worst possible movie on earth, as usual.

You had both changed into your sleep clothes, and brushed your teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror.

This was your favorite part of the day. You and Murphy got to cuddle in bed and just look at each other. His hand was on your cheek and his thumb was smoothing out your skin.

“Mo stór.” Murphy interrupts the silence.

You smile at him. “What’s that?”

“My darling.”

You kiss his forehead. “Yeah, I am.”

He smiles and kisses your lips gently.

You rest your forehead on his. “For a second I thought you were asking me to marry you or something.”

Without hesitation, he answers, “I would.”

You bring your head up from the pillow and lift your eyebrows in surprise at him.

He notices the shock on your face and scrambles to say something else. “I mean I don’t have a ring for you or anything. But I would get one. I just know that God sent you to me. I may be a saint, but you’re an angel, lass.”

He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.

“It seems like it would be a pretty divine marriage if you ask me.”

You feel a tear fall from your eye. “Oh my god.”

He smirks as he wipes the tear from your face and chides, “Lord’s name, love.”

You giggle and then nod.

“Let’s do it.”

[sseosapphic]

hi bb <3 can i req soft sex and aftercare with soyeon? little lion’s been through so much, i just wanna take care of her and worship her 😞

(ps i’m not sure if you do anons but if you do, then can i be 🐶 anon? tyy <3)

༊*·˚ All about you tonight

Jeon Soyeon X F reader

of course 🐶 anon!,tysm for this req,i totally agree,she truly deserves the world,i hope you enjoy this darling<3

includes; soft sex,switch soyeon & switch reader,praising,body worship/general worship,pet names,aftercare and fluff (things to note Y/N and soyeon live with only soojin,for the sake of this soojin was originally Y/Ns roommate beforehand)

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your ears had perked up at the front door creaking open,quickly shutting the laptop closed and running towards the living room where the noise was.

you were met with Soyeon who was settling in the house,a smile quickly lifted up on your lips

“Soyeonnie,how was your day? Soojin isn’t home yet,she texted me that she’ll be home a bit later!”

Soyeon entered the kitchen,heading to make herself something to eat,smiled briefly before replying back to you “hm..”

“my day was alright,schedule was busy and a bit stressful but it was good nonetheless,and thank you for letting me know about soojin-ah coming home later! How was yours Y/N?

following behind her into the kitchen, wrapping your hands around her waist,resting your chin into the crook of her neck.

“my day was pretty good,boring but good nonetheless,just the usual stuff. Is there anything on your mind besides just the day being busywork? You know i can tell when something’s up ,you should know this by now..”

Soyeon responded by rolling her eyes in a playful manner “Ah- You do know me too well by now..” she stopped unpacking her food before it could become fully opened,and turned to face you fully. “I guess i just haven’t had any time to fully relax..working back to back,i’ve been feeling a bit tense lately..” she sighed relaxing her ,what seemed to be tense shoulders..

your smile turned into a small frown for a second before pulling her closer to you by the waist. “My lion why didn’t you mention anything about this before? You know i’m always here for you , i know it can be hard but i don’t want you dealing with all this stress alone. I know you’re so strong but sometimes having someone is helpful!” pecking her forehead aswell as pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

she gave a soft smile , she seemed to be more at ease now. “i know ,im sorry Y/N- you really know how to make me cheer up , you truly are the best person anyone could ever have..” she gave you a quick peck on the lips ,that you had quickly returned back.

As if a lightbulb popped over your head , an idea flashed through your mind , “Soyeon-ah come on let’s go to your room quickly!” before letting her respond,you dragged her towards her own bedroom,locking the door behind the two of you.

“Y/N-ah,what’s this about?” she questioned sitting on her bed

“i want to make it all about you tonight ,you deserve it soyeon-ah.” Straddling the meek girls lap, hands wrapping around her neck one hand pushing hair out of her soft face,she seemed a little caught off guard,but a smile appearing onto her face.

Hands now pulling you closer ,wrapping tightly around your waist,the both of you were so close to each-others bodies. Feeling un-steady breathing on both sides.

“Take your mind off some things,help you feel a bit better you know,plus you deserve it ,my lion” She smiled with a bit more of a sly expression to it , “that doesn’t sound so bad,you sure my love?”

Nodding almost instantly to her question,giddy she chuckled a bit to your instant response. Eyes Rolling playfully,stopping her giggles by quieting her lips with your own. Feeling your soft lips on hers own made Soyeon let out a soft whine.

Now pulling Soyeon down onto your knee,making her gain friction to feel more pleasure.

“Y/N-ah,please..” she whined out,trying to gain some sort of friction between herself and your knee.

“patience baby,it’s all about my baby tonight..”

slowly starting to kiss her neck,giving slow kisses down her neck,gaining breathy moans every now and then from the now needy girl,as she still tried to grind down onto y/ns thigh.

Laying Soyeon down onto the bed ,now removing each-others clothing ,until both of you are left in nothing but a bra and panties. Soyeon in only her black laced panties.

“So beautiful..every part of you is so fucking gorgeous,i could stare at you for decades.”

kissing down from her chest to where her panties lay on her body,you look up at the girl for permission,She nods her head letting you know to continue.

Pulling the lacy panties to the side with your teeth,now admiring how beautiful she really is. Not wanting to stare forever,you look back up at her while licking at her wet cunt,earning a loud gasp from Soyeon.

“F-Fuck..”

kidding at her inner thighs now,then going back to lick and kiss at her pretty cunt,making sure not to miss any bit of wetness that she leaked,wanting to taste every drop of the girl like it was your last meal.

“so good a-ah~!.. right there!!”

detaching yourself from her now-puffy cunt,inserting two fingers with ease instead now.

“oh you mean here?”

sucking and kissing at her clit,while looking at her from below. “A-ah~! yes fu-fuck..’m gonna cum..”

fingers going at a faster rate than before , you go to Soyeons ear nipping at her neck before whispering at her. “Cum for me ,pretty girl..” sending soyeon over the edge ,moaning while scratching at your back. Feeling her tighten around your fingers was a sensation to never forget.

pulling out of the girl slowly , to only bring your fingers up towards your own mouth and lick and suck every inch of your fingers that were just inserted in the girl. Taking them out your mouth now ,bringing Soyeon into a kiss making her taste herself.

“Your taste is addictive..now you understand why i can’t get enough?”

Nodding with a giggle ,she flipped you to where she was ontop of you now.

“My turn.”

Diving right towards your neck,biting and kissing your collarbone making sure to leave marks anywhere she pleased. When soyeon reached towards your boobs,she started to lick and kiss one nipple while pinching and playing with the other.

“S-Soyeon..”

Looking up while her mouth was firmly attached to your breasts , now biting down a bit to cause even more of a reaction,which was achieved when you moaned out really loudly.

Now detaching herself she cuddled up onto your chest with a rather tired look plastered on her face.

“Feeling sleepy…” Letting out a small chuckle you held her close and fell asleep together..

[praxeus-13]

Would you write river x general neutral reader cuddling at night (nothing nsfw please) and river gets cuddly and soft, and she tells reader that everything is gonna be okay in the end? 👉👈 Just been having a rough time lately and really need her, haha

(or honestly any scenario of her being soft and comfy and cozy! She brings me so much comfort)

Darling

Pairing: River Song x Reader

Word Count: 850

Summary: See above

Warnings: None

For: Anon

A/N: Anon I am soooo sorry this took so long! I was having writer's block :( I hope you’re doing better now, and if not I hope this cheers you up!

You’d had worse than a bad day, worse than a bad week. At the very least you’d had a bad month. It was the annoying kind of bad month, where instead of having one or two big events to blame your emotional distress on, it was just many little things slowly adding up overtime. Today had just been the final straw, too many people bothering you at work, too many things not going right, you returned home completely exhausted.

Unfortunately, as you opened the door to your home, you saw the very last thing you needed right now - River’s TARDIS. Or rather, The Doctor’s TARDIS, that River had borrowed (stolen) away for the night. She’d show up randomly, drag you into the box with wild promises and give you the time of your life. However, while River did always take you where she said she would, your adventures often ended up with the two of you running from some sort of trouble - usually when she stole artefacts from wherever you were. River stood leaning against the TARDIS doors, a drink in her hand evidence that she’d raided your fridge, and as soon as she saw you she perked up.

“Ah, there you are darling, I was beginning to question whether I’d got the timing right. Now I have a lovely evening planned out for us-” River was clearly about to start her ‘sales pitch’, and usually you would be all ears, but tonight you interrupted.

“River, I’m sure that whatever you’ve got planned is lovely, but I’m really not in the mood. All I want to do is lie down and rest.” Part of you felt bad for saying no to her, but you knew that if you went with her you’d just feel worse.

River looked slightly shocked for a moment, before quickly recovering, “Well it’s not what I had planned, but I’d certainly be up for a night in if you need it.”

Now it was your turn to look shocked, “Uh, are you sure? I mean I’m really not up for anything, I’ve had a shitty few weeks.”

“Y/N, I love our adventures, but I love you more. So go change and have a shower while I make dinner.” She booped you on the nose before spinning on her heel and waltzing into your kitchen.

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before edging your way around the police box sat in your living room and heading towards your bedroom.

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Just over half an hour later you stepped back into your living room with a new, comfier set of clothes on and damp hair. Enticed by the smells, you made your way towards your kitchen, stopping in the doorway to watch as River started to dish up. She caught sight of you and smiled as she added the sauce into the bowls of pasta.

“Go sit down darling, I’ll bring these through in a moment.”

You did as she asked, sitting on the sofa and starting to flick through Netflix to see the latest films available. Finding one that looked good, you put it on just as River handed you your food and sat down next to you.

“Thank you River, I really needed this.” You told her earnestly.

She laughed, “You haven’t even tried it yet darling.”

“I meant-“ You started to correct her, though she cut you off.

“I know, now eat your food and shush so we can watch this film.”

You smiled lovingly at her in response, obeying her command without protest.

Later, when your pasta was long gone and the movie credits were rolling on the screen, you were curled up in your lover’s arms contentedly. River reached forward to grab the remote and turned your TV off completely, before increasing her tight hold on you.

“You know you can always call me if you need, and I’ll come running.” She was speaking in a soft tone, one that you were sure could lull you to sleep.

“Are you sure? You seem to have a busy life, I don’t ever want to get in the way of that just because I’m feeling a bit down.” You replied groggily.

River grabbed your cheek and tilted your head to look at her, “If you need me, you call, I’m a time traveller remember?”

You nodded and laughed softly at the reminder. “Even if I just need you to tell me that everything’s gonna be okay in the end?”

“Especially if you need me to tell you that everything’s gonna be okay in the end.”

You hummed softly at the thought, life would always have it ups and downs, but it would be nice to have someone to brighten up your days when you were feeling down. Snuggling back into your previous position, you closed your eyes and listened to River’s heartbeat as you started to fall asleep.

“Y/N?” River’s voice was even softer now, and you simply hummed in response, “Everything will be okay in the end, I promise.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that you got the affirmation, before you finally fell asleep in your lover’s arms.

[bxct-it]

(If your uncomfortable with this feel free to ignore <3) Punz with a spitting and Daddy kink. Listening to I'm and Sapnap fight over who's Daddy is just- ughhh🦋🦋🦋

Can I please be 🐝 anon, or if that's taken 👾 anon

Thank you! <3

welcome, 🐝 anon! i hope you enjoy your stay!

oh trust me, i love spitting so much

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gn!reader x punz

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SMUT UNDER THE CUT : MINORS DONT INTERACT

kinks: spitting, daddy

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punz was doing some off camera valorant playing and he just de-ranked again for the second time tonight and he knew that it would take a bit to gain his previous status back and it made him mad so he did what he knew best when it came to stress relieving; he told you to get on your knees under his desk and be a good baby for him.

“honey, sit there and take it like a good darling.” you listened to his every word and obey him, never misbehaving and giving him your undivided attention, your hand and mouth being put to use as he played teams with sapnap, who he was currently arguing with.

“i’m daddy- no, no, no, i’m daddy.” his voice held a slight joking tone to them but you knew that he was serious; he was daddy, he was your daddy. he watched in excitement as he clutched a kill and had to heal sapnap who was begging for a res. you could faintly hear the texas say, “alright, you’re daddy, you’re daddy.” to your boyfriend who was grinning smugly.

punz’s hand reached down to tilt your chin up gently to look at him, a shit-eating grin on his face while his hat pulled his hair out of his face, his ear covered by his headset. “that’s right, isn’t it, honey? who’s daddy?” you grinned around his cock before pulling away and stroking his thighs, your free hand gripping onto his hand that held your chin.

“you’re daddy.” your voice was loud enough for sapnap to hear, a loud shout and shocked laughter sounded out from the headphones, punz’s grin getting bigger. he nodded with a proud look in his eye before he gathers the saliva in his mouth and uses his thumb to pull your mouth open, letting the thread of spit fall into your mouth.

“that’s right, baby. i’m daddy.”

[royalelusts]

Could I have a request for upper demon moons with s/o gender neutral in a date in modern world ?

A/N: Here you go anon! I hope you enjoy these.

Kokushibo

I feel like he really enjoys quiet places

A day at the book store is usually you twos go to date

Just helping each other pick out books

Or finding really funny ones to make fun off

Another date you two go on regularly is to the park with your dog

Just watching you play fetch with her is enough to make Kokushibo laugh to himself

His favorite part about the walks though dont happen until the sun goes down

You two were walking hand in hand through the part

“Hey is something wrong?”

Your question caught him off guard. “Why would you say that love?”

“Well you keep checking your watch like somethings going to happen.”

Knowing you caught him he sighed leading you toward the tunnel of trees

As soon as the clock hit 9 the fairy lights in the tunnel turned on

“Oh so this is why you were in such a hurry.”

Pulling out his phone he put on a slow song and held out his hand

“May I?” “You may.”

And you two danced in the tunnel like you were the only people left on the planet

Doma

Did somebody say shopping?

He will buy you anything and everything

Oh you want that new book that your favorite author just dropped?

We’re picking it up right now

You want those shoes?

On it

Want the new video game that’s really hard to get?

Already in the bag

He absolutely loves to take you to buy clothes the most though

He pushes you out of your comfort zone in a good way

“Come on out darling. Let me see~”

“Doma I don’t know...”

“Nonsense. I bet you look amazing.”

After taking a deep breath you walked out of the changing room

“Look at yoooouuuuuu.” He squealed. “Do a turn for me won’t you.”

Rolling your eyes you complied to his wishes

“Ah you just look amazing. Yep we’re buying it.”

Yeah dates with Douma are a real confidence boost

Akaza

His dates are usually very chill

He’ll walk around town with you all day if he could

Doing whatever you wanted to do

But there is one time of year that is absolutely necessary for a date

And that my friends is fair time

You two wear matching outfits cause you’re that couple

He definitely makes it his mission to go on all the rides

Even the pirate ship

“Babe just one more time.”

You’ve had to pull him away from things more than once

You two were walking around having just got done eating when a certain clown started flying insults at your boyfriend

“Oh look at the big tough guy.” The clown teased

Of course Akaza ignored him cause he’s got self control like that😌

You two were walking away from the clown until he made a comment

“Oh I see you got a nice looking s/o with you. I would love to take them on a date.”

Yeah all self control out the window

Akaza walked straight up to the dunk booth and paid the vendor

“Come on big guy. Lemme take your lovely s/o on a date.”

Akaza smiled at the clown before hitting the target sending the other in the water

When Akaza came back you laughed

“Seems he got under your skin~”

“I can’t stand assholes like him.”

“Haha my hero.” You say giving him a kiss as a reward

Nakime

Dates with her are somewhat difficult

Don’t get her wrong, regardless of what you pick she’ll love it

But you really wish she would have some input sometimes

But that aside, stay home dates are more her style

Cuddling on the couch watching a movie, cooking together, self care nights?

The whole package

Absolutely loves when you play with her hair

Makes her soft

Lo-fi music played in the background as you typed away on your computer

Nakime, who just got out the shower, got behind you resting her head on your shoulder

“Rough day?” All she did was hum a yes

“You know what that means~” You turned around hugging her tightly

“Self care night!” She let out a soft chuckle at your antics

Hantengu

Like Kokushibo, his ideal date would be someplace quiet

But with less people

So he always has weird places to take you

There was this bookstore in this part of town very little people knew about

Or rooftop cafe that served your drinks in the strangest cups

Your favorite thing is when he find small events to take you to

“Sweetheart...I found this new cafe. Would you like to go with me?”

“Of course I will!”

The cafe was a little bigger than the ones you usually went to but not by much

There were plants everywhere, chairs were shaped like teacup mugs, and there were teddy bears of different sizes at each table

“Tengu this is adorable”

“It makes me happy you like it” He gave your hand a soft squeeze before deciding to head to the counter

Gyokko

He’d probably take you to an art museum

Since he himself is an artist he goes there to analyze insult the art pieces

“My art looks way better than whatever this is”

He said that about the Mona Lisa….THE MONA LISA

I actually see him to be a really respected artist in the art world

So he’s constantly being invited to art galleries

Of course he brings you along

Before you two met he went alone and got bored really quickly

None of the art truly caught his eye

But with you there?

He has the absolute time of his life

You two were staring at a painting

“...what is it supposed to be?” You asked tilting your head

“It’s fucking atrocious that’s what it is.”

You laughed at your boyfriend’s comment

The artist having overheard you two didn’t like the comments you were making

He was so fed up he went right up to your boyfriend

“You don’t know the first thing about art. How would you know what looks good?”

Already knowing where this was going you unhooked your arm from your boyfriend

“How would I know? Anyone with eyes can see that this doesn’t deserve to be here. These brush strokes aren’t even going the same way and you have the audacity to yell at me for not knowing anything about art?!”

(please know I know nothing about art so I’m sorry if I offended anyone🥲)

The artist having been embarrassed in front of everyone quickly exited the room

Gyokko wrapped his arm around your waist again smiling

“Ready to go love?”

Kaigaku

Dates with Kaigaku will either be super chill or chaotic

He once took you both to a rage room

It may or may not have ended with either of you crying

Another time he took you to paint pottery

It really depends on how he’s feeling that day

Tonight was going to be a chill night though

You two were laying on a mountain cuddled up on a blanket staring at the stars

“Babe look it’s orion.”

After a few seconds of him not saying anything you raised your brow “Babe?”

You looked over to see him staring at you

“Sorry I was just looking at the prettiest star ever”

You laughed at his horrible pickup line and pecked his forehead

“Thanks babe.”

Gyutaro

(ah the love of my life)

He’s not a guy who would take you to an extravagant restaurant or to walk around in a crowd

Unless that’s really want you want of course

Even then it would take a lot of convincing

You know that he doesn’t see himself that highly

(no baby you’re literally perfect please don’t talk down on yourself🥺)

He would much rather stay at his/your house and vibe

But if you REALLY REALLY want to go out he’ll arrange something

He has a spot he goes to that overlooks the city

It lets him forget his responsibilities for a while

Gyutaro: i’m outside get dressed

You raised your brow at the text but got dressed regardless

Outside he was waiting next to his motorcycle staring at the sky

“Sooo what’re we doing?”

“It’s a surprise. Here.”

He held out one of his hoodies and a helmet

You two drove for about 30 minutes before he stopped on a cliff

“We’re here.”

You walked up to the edge in awe

“Taro it’s….it’s amazing”

He hummed wrapping his arms around you resting his head on your shoulder

Yeah this is all he could ask for

Daki

Did someone say parties?

She 100% sees going to parties together as dates

I mean you get to see her in an amazing outfit

Who wouldn’t want to see that?

Now if this is your scene then there’s nothing to fix

If it’s not you’re going to have to explain that to her

You would probably take her to a flea market

Daki look around the building in utter disgust

“What the fuck? Why are we here?”

“Babe please just trust me.” You gave her a soft smile

Remembering this was supposed to be a 'date' she begrudgingly goes along with it

First you take her to the food section

She’s never seen food like this before so she’s a little hesitant

“...what is that?”

“It’s ox tail. Try it.” Hesitant she ate a piece and omg she absolutely loved it

You walk around some more until you get to the section with the perfume and jewelry

She’s absolutely amazed. They are so many different sizes with different colors.

“I want them all.”

“Babe no-”

[kira-fluff]

please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do! 

Context provided, don’t worry babes 

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods) 

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“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung 

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile 

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was 

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms 

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan 

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE 

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this 

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know) 

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?” 

His morning voice was... nice. 

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little 

(It wasn’t subtle) 

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference 

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything. 

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.” 

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.” 

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo 

But he was NOT about to lose 

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser 

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.” 

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes 

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face 

“I win.” 

“Eat a dick, Seven.” 

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“ 

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely 

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR 

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers 

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you 

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!” 

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!” 

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!” 

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him 

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide 

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force 

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more 

You bit your lip 

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.” 

“Bold of you to assume--” 

“Just shut up and kiss me again.” 

Wish granted ;) 

Yoosung 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung 

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party 

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung 

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear. 

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod 

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt. 

But... you decided not to say anything. 

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you 

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!” 

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was 

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves 

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol 

Cuz he had a LOT of it 

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music 

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest 

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon 

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.” 

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice” 

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung?? 

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!” 

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls 

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?! 

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all. 

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong. 

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?” 

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool. 

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?” 

You nodded, exasperated. 

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace. 

“’nother one.” 

He obliged, pouring another glass for you. 

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly. 

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form 

You laughed, it all seemed to funny 

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers. 

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you. 

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes 

You were alone. 

Yoosung. 

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room 

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard 

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state 

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools 

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin 

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...” 

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?” 

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him 

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.” 

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying 

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee” 

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.” 

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight. 

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~” 

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.” 

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--” 

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face 

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting 

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me” 

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom 

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy 

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle 

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?” 

You giggled back, shaking your head 

“Liar.” 

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee” 

“No!” 

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling 

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.” 

“Yeah, you are.” 

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him 

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him 

You pouted, “That’s no fun.” 

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff” 

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.” 

“S-stop..” He said through the door. 

“Please?” 

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help. 

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were. 

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me” 

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!” 

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!” 

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?” 

“I didn’t think it through that far.” 

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you. 

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret. 

 At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet. 

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed. 

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself. 

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out 

Looking at you again, he sighed. 

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.” 

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.” 

Jumin 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin 

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.” 

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again. 

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?” 

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.” 

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.  

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!” 

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan. 

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.” 

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!” 

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant” 

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward 

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground 

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?” 

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?” 

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?” 

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!” 

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!” 

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!” 

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.” 

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!” 

“What other explanation is there?” 

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Oh yeah?” he challenged. 

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart. 

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours. 

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat. 

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you. 

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt. 

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants. 

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.” 

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore. 

Zen 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light 

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.” 

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?” 

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling. 

“I love you, Zen. So much.” 

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...” 

You laughed shyly, “yeah..” 

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.” 

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning. 

“Hey, let’s get married.” 

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!” 

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.” 

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not. 

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.” 

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” 

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep. 

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently. 

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare. 

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you.  - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended. 

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?” 

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.” 

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept 

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash. 

“Y/N?!” 

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you. 

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!” 

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness - 

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes. 

“How long was I out..?” 

“For a few minutes.” 

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER. 

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern. 

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.” 

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes. 

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?” 

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.” 

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!” 

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.” 

“There’s still a diagnosis?!” 

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor. 

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.” 

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!” 

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears) 

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

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I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right? 

[ronsonlywhore]

Hi im new in here,so i don't know exactly what you write so could you please write something like wolfstar being the readers parents with the fluffy prompts 3,13,19,34,and 39,sorrt if that was weird,i have major daddy issues and see them both as father figures,thanks for the attention and sorry again if you don't write this kinda of stuff

❛ 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲. ❜ dad!wolfstar

summary: in which (y/n) is the light in both sirius and remus's life.

prompts: fluff/ 3. "stop moving around and let me braid your hair." / 13. "oh! my heart! it's too full of love for you! quick, i need a doctor!" / 19. "you can't leave without letting me hug you first." / 34. "help! there's a spider holding me hostage over here!" / 39. "i had a nightmare...can i stay with you tonight?"

a/n: au where neither sirius nor remus dies and sirius is cleared and they live happily ever after the war with a little girl they adopted. OKAY THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE. i didn't know if you wanted like a little reader or an older reader, so i included both! thanks for requesting anon <3

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"(y/n)! come back here right now, you little devil!"

(y/n)'s giggles echoed throughout the house, her wet hair leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor. sirius could hear the quiet pitter-patter of her feet on the hardwood floors, and he quickly dropped a towel on the floor to clean up the mess she had made running away from him.

"(y/n)! this isn't funny!" sirius shouts into the silent house. it's quiet...too quiet.

"oh, i see...you're hiding from me are you? well, hopefully you're not hiding...behind the curtains!" he rips away the curtains enthusiastically, only to find an empty space behind them.

sirius creeps over to the closet, putting an ear to the door. he swears he can hear his five-year-old shuffling around and pulls the door open, feeling triumphant. "caught you!" he says, victorious.

his face falls when he's met with an empty space as well, and now he's starting to get worried. where could she be?

suddenly, he hears a small ah-choo! and a gasp followed by the sneeze. he smiles and drops down beside the couch. there (y/n) is, trying to hold in her giggles and wiping dust from her face.

she screams when sirius appears next to her, and laughs (the most angelic laugh sirius has ever heard) when her dad picks her up and hoists her on his shoulder.

"thought you could sneak away from me, huh?" sirius says as he sits (y/n) down and tickles her. "i just need to brush your hair before it gets all tangled."

(y/n) sighs. "i know, but you pull too much. i like it better when daddy does it. when is he coming back?"

sirius takes out the brushes and sits behind (y/n). "he'll be back today, i promise. now, sit still and let me brush your hair."

(y/n) moves away before sirius can start though, and he's starting to lose his patience. "(y/n), if you don't sit down right now, i'm not taking you to diagon alley with me. i'll just drop you off with harry while i go and have fun at fortescue's ice cream parlor," he threatens.

(y/n)'s eyes widened. she liked staying with cousin harry, but her dad was talking ice cream here, so there was no way she would let herself be hauled off to harry's while her dad got to stuff himself full with sorbets galore.

"no! i promise i'll let you brush my hair...but on one condition. you have to let me eat the last slice of cake right now. for breakfast." (y/n) crosses her tiny little arms and pulls out the puppy eyes, the puppy eyes sirius can never resist.

so how could sirius say no?

"you've got a deal, my little devil." sirius says as he shakes (y/n)'s pudgy toddler hand. she giggles, sits down obediently, and lets sirius brush through her hair, only painfully wincing twice.

later, as (y/n)'s barreling forkfuls of cake into her mouth and sirius is hastily trying to clean up her face before she messes up her shirt, the door opens, and (y/n) squeals happily. "daddy's home!"

she jumps down from her chair before sirius can say anything, and runs like mad to the front door.

remus is there, taking of his coat and grimacing as his sore muscles protest. his face is pale and and there are a few scratches running along his cheeks and neck. he hears (y/n) before he sees her, and quickly turns around to find the girl jumping into his arms.

"you're home!" she shrieks happily and tightens her hold around his neck. remus laughs and hugs back tightly. he notices frosting around her mouth and asks sternly, "and what is this, young lady?"

she smiles sheepishly and says, "it's cake! do you want some?"

sirius appears and remus turns to him. "sirius," remus starts, "you let (y/n) have cake for breakfast?"

sirius throws his hands in the air defensively. "i don't even get a hello kiss? not even a 'good morning, darling'? nothing?"

remus rolls his eyes and says grudgingly, "good morning, darling."

"that's better," sirius says as he leans in and kisses his husband's cheek. "if you must know, (y/n) and i made a deal. i let her have the cake in exchange for her letting me brush her hair. apparently, she likes it better when you do it."

remus looks back to (y/n), who's staring intently at his face. she picks up one of her little hands and places it on the cuts running from his chin to his right eye.

"what happened to your face? she asks sadly.

sirius and remus look at each other morosely. (y/n) doesn't know about remus's...condition, both men agreeing to tell her when she's older.

"just a...rough night at work, sweetheart." remus answers as he puts (y/n) down and walks over to the couch, throwing himself down on it. sirius follows him and runs a hand through his hair. (y/n) runs off into the kitchen, probably wanting to finish her cake quickly.

"was it a bad one?" sirius asks as he sits down beside remus.

remus shrugs. he always feels tired after a full moon, especially since he travels so far, as far away as he can to keep his family safe.

suddenly, (y/n) is standing next him, smiling as she dots his nose with frosting. remus laughs and picks her up again, holding her above her head. she stretches her arms in front of her, mimicking a superhero in flight, and remus "flies" her all over the living room until they hear a yelp of pain.

remus turns to see sirius doubled over, holding his chest. he quickly puts (y/n) down and hurries over to him, while (y/n) asks, "what's wrong with daddy?"

"sirius? darling, are you alright?" remus asks worriedly.

"oh! my heart! it's too full of love for you both! quick, i need a doctor!" sirius exclaims, feigning agony.

remus scoffs, grabs a pillow from the couch, and whacks his husband over the head with it. "that wasn't funny!"

sirius, rubbing his head, drawls, "oh, you wanna fight, do you? don't say i didn't warn you; you mess with the bull, you get the horns." he grabs a pillow and smacks remus's side.

remus doesn't care that he's dead tired, doesn't care if he's hungry and terribly needs a bath: he will take sirius down in this pillow fight even if it's the last thing he ever does.

(y/n) squeals and gets on the couch, jumping up and down, cheering both of them on.

after, with both pillows destoyed and feathers littering the living room (sirius definitely won, although remus would never admit that to anyone), sirius and remus flop down on the couch, preparing to doze off, when (y/n) exclaims, "but who's gonna clean this up?"

"oh...we'll worry about that later. come here, my little devil." sirius says tiredly and pulls (y/n) into his chest. remus loops an arm around sirius, and the three soundly sleep into the late hours of the evening, all interwined together.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

years later

"dad, i'm not five years old anymore. you don't have to do my hair anymore."

"stop moving around and let me braid your hair."

remus's fingers were definitely getting a bit too aged to be able to braid (y/n)'s hair with ease like he used to when she was small, but he was able to manage decent plaits to tame (y/n)'s wild hair.

both remus and (y/n) look into the mirror, and remus smiles. he places his hands on (y/n)'s shoulders and sighs wistfully, "oh...look at how much my angel's grown."

"don't start getting all sappy on me now, dad." (y/n) laughs as she shrugs off her dad's hand as she starts downstairs.

remus blocks the door way. "nuh uh. you can't leave without letting me hug you first."

(y/n) smiles and rolls her eyes, but gives in either way. she wraps her arms around her father's waist tightly, and remus can swear he's the happiest man in the world.

they pull apart when they hear glass shattering from the kitchen. remus and (y/n) rush downstairs and find sirius balancing on top of a chair, holding a pan in the air defensively. two glass cups are sitting on the counter, the third one in broken shards on the floor.

"sirius, what on earth are you doing?" remus asks as he moves into the kitchen.

"oh, good, you're here! you have to help me, there's a spider holding me hostage over here!"

(y/n) laughs. "dad, we've been through this before! all you have to do..." she trails off as she graps a cup and traps the spider in it, then takes a table mat and slides it under the cup, "is catch it, and set it free."

she places the spider on the open windowsill, and it scuttles away into the garden.

sirius precariously climbs down from chair as remus sweeps up the broken glass. "you're a lifesaver, you are," sirius says as he claps a hand on (y/n)'s back.

"that's me, full-time superhero."

. . .

sirius and remus are on the couch, watching the telly (that sirius begged to have), and almost dozing off when sirius feels a tug on his sleeve.

"dad? dad, are you awake?"

sirius groggily opens his eyes and sees his daughter staring into his face. "(y/n)," he asks, "what's wrong?"

the soft voices wake up remus as he too sits up and rubs his eyes. he takes notice of (y/n), and a worried expression crosses his face. "are you alright, sweetheart?"

(y/n) nods her head quickly and says, "everything's fine, it's just...i had a nightmare, could i sleep here with you guys?"

remus and sirius instantly scoot apart to make space for (y/n), who squeezes in between them. she's not as small as she used to, but is cozy enough as her dads close in beside her.

"remember when you were smaller and would sleep in sirius's arms?" remus asks his daughter.

she nods sleepily, "i'm far too big for that now."

remus and sirius laugh, and cuddle in closer. the scene is a sight for sore eyes, and (y/n) easily dozes off, glad she has the warmth of her dads on either side of her.

because two is always better than one, right?

[wastelandcth]

Super Trouper - cth

summary: I was sick and tired of everything, when I called you last night from Glasgow. 

author’s notes: When I got this request I rewatched Mamma Mia and I’m now tempted to write something based off of it too, so thanks anon 🥰 oh! also trying something new out with characters/names so let me know what you think! 

warnings: sad calum, that’s it! 

masterlist || request || more songs for Calum

Calum wasn’t one to complain all the time but the loud screams of fans and the limited privacy he’d received the past couple of days had really started to get on his nerves. His clenched jaw and tense shoulder showed the people around him exactly how annoyed he was. The backstage halls, which were usually packed with friends and family, split like the Red Sea as Calum walked through. He felt the stares, the whispers hitting the back of his neck with a prick that only helped raise his annoyance with the world. He wasn’t even sure what had sparked the sudden change in attitude. He’d just woken up one day and felt the pit in his stomach grow hotter and hotter until he was snapping at people around him without even noticing. 

“All I do is eat, sleep, sing, and repeat,” he huffed on the phone, rubbing his temples as he sat in the silence of his hotel room, “I’m just...tired I guess?”

“It won’t be too long before you’re back home,” his Petal said softly, “Just take it one day at a time, okay?” 

Her smile was soft and it had been the only sight that had fizzled out the annoyance in Calum’s stomach. He felt the cooling feeling, the rush of adrenaline as the smile that was meant for him floated through satellites in space and back to Calum. For the first time in weeks, Calum felt like he was once again normal. But that relief was only temporary because the next morning, while Calum refueled his tired body with coffee and a bagel, he snapped at Michael. He hadn’t meant to, but the guy was way too excited at eight in the morning and Calum had slept terribly so snapping had been inevitable. And that’s how Calum had found himself once again in his room, brooding as he watched the rainfall outside his window. 

“Well,” his Petal started, bringing Calum’s attention back from the rainy show outside his balcony back to them, watching as her smile grew when Calum raised an eyebrow, “I’m coming to see you tonight!” 

“You’re what?” Calum asked confused, his eyes widening as he looked at her shocked, “You’re coming here?!”

“Well technically I’m almost there, I’m getting there in an hour or so?” she laughed, “I was waiting to surprise you at the show. But…”

“Oh my god! I’ll be on stage by that time!” Calum whined, “I’m not going to be able to see you until after the show?”

“Guess you’ll just have to put on a good show then, huh?” Petal laughed quietly and smirked, “I’ll see you then, darling!” 

Calum was bouncing backstage, his eyes searching the crowd for any sign of his Petal. His hands twitched with every roar of the crowd, his eyes flickering from the lit-up stage to the rowdy crowd in front of the stage. He bounced on his heels as he waited for the rest of his band to get hooked up and ready to go out. He watched as Ashton stepped out onto the stage, grinning widely as the beat of the drums shook the building and went along with the thump, thump, thump of his heart. His feet carried him towards the stage, his adrenaline running high as the screams over his in-ears took his breath away. The music was loud, echoing back from the very end of the crowd back up to him, almost as loud as the screams from the crowd. 

But none of that could beat the feeling Calum had when his eyes met Petal's. 

She was off to the side of the crowd, her smile wide and her mouth open to cheer for him, something Calum still found hard to believe sometimes. He couldn’t believe that someone as breathtaking and kind, someone who was willing to fly across a sea just to see him play a show. His petal was everything he’d ever wished for and more. Even as he rocked out on stage, with his three best friends singing to a crowd of thousands of people, all he could focus on was the way his petal looked in the crowd. She was dancing and jumping around with the rest of the crowd, singing along to songs Calum had written during a time where he never thought he’d have someone who would make him so happy. 

The last note rang out into the crowd, a loud pause in the crowd before the whole stadium shakes with applause. It’s a roar so loud that the dressing room shook as Calum followed his bandmates in. He grinned as a drink was handed to him, the cheers from their team hitting Calum’s deaf ears as he heard her name. He was by her side in an instant, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist and pulling her into a hug. He knew that he was covered in sweat and that he probably did not smell the best, but he knew his Petal didn’t mind when her arms pulled him closer with a small laugh. 

“Petal,” Calum breathed out, “God, I missed you so much.” 

Calum never wanted to let her go, he wanted to keep her in his arms forever and live in the moments for the rest of his life. He spun her around, his own chuckle that he hadn’t heard in days or maybe it was weeks surprising him. He hadn’t realized just how much his Petal being here meant to him, not until she was back in his arms and giggling into his shoulder. 

“I missed you more,” she whispered and looked back up at him, “You put on such an amazing show!”

It was true, Calum had been trying his best to put on an amazing show, knowing his petal was in the crowd and watching him gave him an adrenaline rush greater than anything before. He felt his vocals were stronger, his notes were on time, and his smile was brighter than it had ever been since he’d had to leave her as the tour began. He wasn’t going to lie, it had been a rough couple of weeks, he’d gone from being at home every day for almost two years when the world shut down to being in a new city every day playing to crowds of thousands of people. It had been a shock to his entire system, learning how to perform a show again all while trying not to panic over being in such a large crowd again. It was impossible to think that he could feel so lonely on stage with his three best friends while thousands of people cheered for them. 

If he was being honest, had been hard trying to adjust his body to traveling so much and having to be away from home, from Petal, but this show had felt like Calum going on stage for the first time in ages. 

“It’s always different when you’re there,” Calum chuckled, “I always do better when I know that somewhere in the crowds, there’s you.” 

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[bittersweetmorality]

heyyyyyy uhhhhh could i get like a sub hawks fic pretty please 🙏

literally kisses u . thank u . i have been waiting for a req like this thank u bae <3333 i have been very h word for hawks </3 thank u for letting me be self indulgent

it is a little rushed towards the end i am so sorry pls forgive me anon </3

shift in dynamic (sub!hawks x fem!bodied reader)

☾ genre: smut, 18+

☾ pairing: hawks x fem!bodied reader (no pronouns explicitly specified, but hawks calls reader “mommy”)

☾ warnings: *INHAAALE* PWP, sub!hawks (obviously), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk (m!receiving), praise..... so much praise, edging, PEGHAWKS2021‼️ (pegging), slight overstim????, a leetol bit of aftercare, kind of self indulgent idk i love he </3, (HARDLY EDITED)

☾ w/c: 3k !!

you don’t know how long you’ve been teasing him, been letting yourself get into innocent but compromising positions with him.

bending over to pick up a “dropped” pen in that skirt he oh so loved to see you in, going to “change” only to come back out with your outfit being no different whatsoever except with the new addition of his favorite thigh-highs of yours.

he was so sick of your teasing, and honestly? you lost track of time from how long you had it going on.

“angel... you’re hardly being subtle, you know~” he mused from his position on the bed.

you turn and smirk at him from the doorway, “who said i was trying to be subtle in the slightest?”

you slowly began making your way to him, watching closely at the way he drank in your figure. his eyes darted back and forth from your thigh-high clad legs, to the exposed section just under your skirt, to your breasts that were straining against the provocative, tight shirt you decided to wear this evening.

you wanted to give him everything he ever dreamed of right now, to utterly indulge him-- make him believe he would be in control.

letting him sit up for you to straddle his lap, letting him dominate your kisses. anything he initiated, you complied with. his hands began softly grazing your exposed thighs, trailing upwards-- higher and higher-- you purposely let out soft whimper.

you felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips, “hm...? you like that, angel?” you felt his hot breath in your mouth.

“yes... oh yes... please kei...” your pleas a mere whisper, “please fuck me...”

he groaned deeply in response, diving back in to taste your lips again— a hungry clash of teeth and tongue from his impatience. you could feel his arousal despite the confines of his clothes already, him grinding against your hips with no shame.

oh, you loved riling him up, especially like this. getting him to get all hot and bothered, going this far to give him a sense that he’ll be in control...

only for you to shatter your façade instantaneously, pushing him down by his shoulders and pinning his roaming hands above his head-- trapping his legs in between yours and looking down at him triumphantly.

“angel?” he sputtered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “w-what’s with the quick shift, huh?” he quickly attempted to play it off as if he still had a grip on his bearings.

a smirk splayed your features in response. you said nothing, but let your gaze flicker back and forth from his swollen lips to his dark eyes.

“w-weren’t you just begging me to fuck you a minute ago, hm?~” he said.

even when he was rendered completely immobile by you, of course he was going to give you his sly tone, his shit-eating grin as he “tried” to keep control of the situation.

oh, but you knew why he did that.

just ‘cause he knew that it would rile you up...

just ‘cause he knew that it would make you have your way with him.

“oh, i was begging you to fuck me? really...” you trailed off, moving your gaze downward, and cupping his bulge harshly with no warning. he hissed in response, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, “sweetheart... i assure you, i’m not going to be the one who’s begging tonight.”

“y-yeah right,” he chuckled, “like i’ll believe that. just give it a few minutes, darling. you’ll realize that-- a-ah...”

you cut him off by moving your palm against him, harshly rubbing against his growing erection with no build up. the friction of your hand mixed with the rough material of his jeans sent an immense amount of stimulation right off the bat, catching him completely off guard.

“hm? speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” you leaned down and softly nibbled his ear as you whisper against him.

“f-fuck...” his eyes are now screwed shut as he revels in the friction you’re providing him, your speed ever increasing to render him unable to utter a word.

“oh, well that’s not what you said before, now is it?” you began littering kisses on his jaw, his neck, collarbone... biting occasionally, because you knew just how much he wanted to be marked by you.

you continued to rub him, keigo’s moans getting louder and higher in pitch. he was close.

already.

you giggled against him, the vibrations reverberating against his skin, “oh, you were also so sensitive, right kei? are you gonna cum?”

“y-yes...” he said, utterly breathless.

“do you wanna cum?”

he shook his head fervently.

“baby... use your words...” you gently remind.

“... no. please, not now...”

“mmm... good boy~”

his whines picked up at the pet name, his jean-clad hips beginning to grind against your palm.

you quickly ripped your hand away with a scoff, and keigo let out needy whine, the sound sending a shockwave straight to your cunt.

god, you’ve always loved his voice.

“ah-ah~” you tut, “didn’t you say you didn’t want to cum now, baby boy? do you really want to cum in your jeans like a teenage virgin?”

he shakily exhaled, “... n-no...”

“good. you’ll get what you want, i promise baby. just be patient, yeah?”

he nodded, looking up at you with tear-stained eyelashes. you took this opportunity to look him directly in the eyes while slowly lifting up your shirt to catch the hem between your teeth. he took a sharp inhale at the sight of exposed chest. you decided you would pass on wearing a bra this evening.

good choice.

“mm... kei...” you mumble breathily, snaking your arm down your torso, moving closer and closer to the hem of your panties.

“y-yes, angel?”

you shoot him a glance, taking your shirt out from between your teeth to be able to speak clearly.

“what was that?” your tone was sharp as you addressed him, leaning in close, “what’s my name?”

“m-mommy...”

“there we go, baby boy... that’s right...” your hand trails its way down once again, and you making a show of throwing your head back and sighing as it makes its descent. you begin stroking the outside of your panties, feeling the wet patch that has already seeped through the lacy material.

"kei... baby... already so wet for you..." you sigh, "now enjoy the show, yeah? don't move, baby boy... unless you-- mmm~" you couldn't help but let out a moan, your finger flicking a particularly sensitive spot on your clit as it moved in tight circles on the bud, "unless you don't want your reward..."

you spread your legs out further in your straddling position, giving him a perfect view of your panty-clad cunt. his erection was definitely painfully hard, you thought. no-- it didn't even have to be up to your imagination. you felt his cock strain against your inner thigh, letting out a soft moan at the thought.

you moved your panties to the side to dip a single finger in, sighing at the new feeling and rocking your hips. you opened your eyes to see keigo's reaction to you fucking your fingers-- right on top of him. you could feel his heartbeat from where you were seating atop him as well as his erratic breathing.

slipping your finger in and out of your cunt with ease, you decide to add a second one, beginning to scissor them both to stretch yourself out.

keigo was doing exactly as told-- following directions. only enjoying the show instead of doing anything without permission.

"m-mommy..." he squeaked out.

"yes, baby boy?"

"please... sit on my face. please, i wanna make you feel good, mommy..." his pleas were fucking adorable.

"you want me to fuck your face, sweetheart?" you muse.

"y-yes... please... please..."

"only because you asked so nicely, baby... such a good boy~"

he moans as you shift your position to finally take off your panties and throw them aside unceremoniously. you place your thighs on either side of his head, trapping his head between them and immediately feeling his hot panting breath hit your core.

“keigo, honey... you know what to say if you want to stop, right?” you look into his eyes, patiently awaiting his answer before moving forward at all.

“yes... red.” his big hands squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass as he replied.

“mm... good boy~” you sigh once again, finally sinking yourself down to meet his lips. immediately, his tongue poked out and lapped at the wetness already dripping out from your cunt. he moaned against you, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. god, it was almost like he was enjoyed having you sit on his face more than you.

almost.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair as your body fell forward from pleasure. you always knew he enjoyed having his hair tugged, but you held off on letting him have that pleasure at the moment. until he took your clit in his mouth and sucked, kneading your ass as he held you in place.

and high pitched moan was ripped from your throat, and your fingers tensing into a fist on reflex, pulling at keigo’s hair harshly. the whimper that escaped him was heavenly, his motions becoming more frantic, more needy as he ate you out. he wanted to please you.

he wanted to please you so, so bad.

you felt the coil in your stomach begin to build up, the tension making your mind hazy as the room filled with only your moans and the sounds of keigo’s sinful ministrations against your core. all of his movements now harsh, and a steady transition of his tongue lapping at your clit, and his lips sucking more and more as he knew you were close.

“f-fuck, kei... fuck... a-ah... i’m- i’m gonna cum...” you all but whisper, your voice failing you.

“cum, mommy. please. please cum for me...” he mumbled against you, giving one particularly harsh suck and before you could even process his words, you were thrown over the edge.

your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you in an impeding wave, keigo not giving you enough warning before making you cum with so much force.

“mommy?” his voice snapped you back to reality as you began to come down from your high, “are you okay? w-was i good?”

you shifted from your position to lie next to him on the mattress, looking into his eyes with nothing but pure sincerity as you replied, “baby... yes... oh my god, yes. you were so, so good...” you stroked his cheek warmly with the back of your hand, feeling your heart flutter when he leaned into your touch.

“now, i just have to return the favor now, hm? you were such a good boy for mommy, now it’s mommy’s turn to make you feel good,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at it once before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off with ease. you were impatient, and so was he.

“tell me what you want, baby. use your words,” you instructed, stroking his cock with one finger through his boxers.

he squeaked, quickly shying away at your instructions, clearly embarrassed at what he wanted to ask of you.

“sweetheart, look at me,” you held his cheeks with your free hand to direct his gaze back to you, “tell me, i want to make you feel good, yeah?”

he bit his bottom lip.

“...p-please fuck me,” he pleaded almost inaudibly. he doubt you even heard it, and like hell he would be able to muster enough courage to say it again.

thankfully, you heard it. loud and clear.

“you want mommy to fuck your ass, baby? is that what you want?”

“...yes, please...” his cheeks burned at your lewd words. he hadn’t expected you to say it so bluntly, but it was exactly what he wanted.

you leaned down to catch his lips in a passionate kiss, one hand holding the nape of his neck while the other held his waist to draw him as near to you as possible. you wanted the kiss to show him exact how much you loved him-- how you only wanted to make him happy.

“you know exactly how to ask. my good boy~”

you reached over into your nightstand drawer, pulling out purple strap-on and lube, fixing the harness around your waist, and pulling off his briefs completely. you lubed up your fingers, rubbing them against the digits from your other hand to warm it up. you positioned yourself in between his thighs, pulling them apart to give you easy access.

“you okay, kei?” you ask.

“yes, yes... i am...” he responded, looking up at you then to your fingers, his gaze clearly impatient.

you chuckled, bringing your index finger to circle his hole gently, lubing up everything as much as possible before pushing it in, little by little.

by no means was this keigo’s first time experiencing something like this with you, however, any experience that caused him discomfort or pain was lost. you made a constant, extra effort to make sure everything was perfect for him.

when your finger entered him completely, you slowly pumped it in and out, feeling him relax around you as you continued.

“feeling okay?”

“y-yes... you can... add another,” he said.

at his word, you added your middle finger, beginning to scissor them inside him to prep him for what was to come. his gasps slowly began to turn into breathy moans at the sensation, and when you curled your fingers upward to hit his prostate, he whimpered beneath you, hips bucking up to meet your fingers. you held him down with your free hand, making sure you still had complete control.

“third?” you ask.

“yes...”

you quickly comply, adding a third and following the routine you set for the previous digits. pumping in and out, curling them at that spot that always had him uncontrollably whining from pleasure.

you continue scissoring your fingers until you believed he was prepped enough, beginning to lube up the strap that’s been settled on your hips while looking for keigo’s approval once again, “are you ready, baby?”

he nods, a faint “yes...” passing from his lips.

slowly, you push in the silicone cock inside, inch-by-inch and watching his body language with a sharp gaze. he was doing so, so well you thought, the dildo going inside with ease.

“it’s in, baby... all the way... good?” you ask once again.

“good... so good...”

you smile, experimentally letting your hips draw back and slam back into his once. the way his voice cracked, his hands looked for leverage wherever they could find it to control the amount of stimulation he felt...

you swear you were getting drunk off of him.

you begin to set a slowly, languid pace, grinding your hips into his. he bit his bottom lip, “f-faster... please... i promise i can take it...”

you wordlessly comply, placing your hands on either side of his head to get a better angle, and began slamming your hips against him erratically. his desperate moans and whines quickly picking up pace and pitch, and you vaguely pick up mumblings of “so good...”, “oh my god...”, and “so close...”

he looks down at you with a hazy expression. his cock now swollen and leaking from penetrative stimulation, but it was clearly not enough. the way he crooned and leaned into your touch every time you pulled your hips away from him-- oh, you could tell it was just painful for him.

you lightly wrapped your fingers around his cock, your hand not moving, but your cock driving into him even faster-- just to see how he would react. he hissed at the contact, thrusting his hips to create his own stimulation. you didn’t stop him, seeing how close he could make himself to cumming just by fucking your fist. he was so loud, loud moans bouncing off the walls only to be broken by his voice cracking.

“you close, baby?” you coo.

“m-mhm... oh my god.... so close...” his hips picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost as loud as his noises now.

“cum baby, you deserve it, yeah? such a good boy...” you pet his hair as you encouraged him, moving your hand and hips to meet his thrusts to make him tip over the edge faster, reveling in the way his eyes screwed shut and his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets beneath him.

he came with a choked moan, shaking violently as you continued to pump him as felt heavy ropes of cum glide down your hand, his stomach...

you kissed the tip, open-mouthed and wet to make him twitch again under your touch.

“how are you feeling, kei?” you whisper, petting his soft hair as you patiently, carefully slipping out of him. you untie the harness around your waist, setting it on your side table once again and lying beside him.

you waited for his heaving chest to relax and his eyes to flutter open again.

“great... fucking amazing...” he smiled at you, his breath heavy as he panted between his words.

“let me get you cleaned up, yeah? you did so good for me...” you kissed his temple, letting your lips linger on his flushed skin for a bit longer. you pulled away after several seconds, looking deep into his eyes, “i love you, keigo,”

his palm rested on your cheek as he looked back at you, “i love you more,”

he said your name with nothing but love, admiration and pure joy.

you truly were the light of his life.

[nmikaelsonimagines]

Better Man: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: could you do better man from that album :) btw I love your writing <33

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Better Man

Find me at a quarter to three, cigarette in my hand I'd be at every party, I wouldn't miss a chance

Leaning against the wall, Klaus watched Y/N mingle with her friends. He’d been here for two hours now, Y/N having convinced him to come along so he could be introduced as her boyfriend.

It had taken a lot of persuasion, some that wouldn’t be suitable to describe without a warning. He smirked as he remembered it all, his eyes falling to Y/N, the way her dress fit her body. God, she was beautiful, and she had the smile to make sure of it.

That smile was on her face now as she walked over to him. Klaus hummed as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder, music still thumping in his ears. But he drowned all of that out when she spoke.

“Thank you for coming tonight. It means a lot.” She leant up and kissed his cheek, her lips lingering.

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world, love.” And he wouldn’t have. Klaus wouldn’t have missed the chance to see that smile on Y/N’s face, would’ve gone to a thousand parties with crappy music and drunken youths if it meant seeing her happy.

She had changed him, he knew that. A hundred years ago, he never would have dreamed of such a thing.

New friends again and again, gone when the morning comes Demons I try to defend, but I couldn't get enough

Klaus was only here because he needed to be. If he didn’t show his face, the Governor wouldn’t endorse his family, and then the Mikaelson mansion would be knocked down. His family, homeless, again.

He didn’t like the Governor, saw him as a seedy old man who kept looking at Rebekah like she was something to eat. Little he did know that it was in fact the other way around. If it had been his choice, Klaus would have killed the man on sight and then taken all his money for himself, but he had promised Elijah to behave.

So he had trudged his way over to the Governor’s evening party, and was now leaning against the wall, a permanent scowl on his face.

He didn’t change it when she looked at him, a small smile on her face. The girl was pretty, yes, but she had that look about her that told him she would be in for more than sex. Klaus wasn’t ready for a relationship, not after the disaster that was the last one he had had. He continued to scowl at her until she moved on.

Over to Kol. Klaus rolled his eyes at his younger brother, knowing full well that by the end of the night the girl would be fully satisfied, but dead. One look at the Governor eyeing up Rebekah had Klaus giving in to the demonic voice in the back of his head, and he made his way over to Kol and the poor, unsuspecting human girl, with every intention of taking her off his brother and feasting on her himself.

Kol would get over it, moving onto another in the space of ten minutes.

If he had to endure this night, he might as well enjoy himself.

So much for behaving.

Fading away, fading away Wake up to someone with nothing to say

It didn’t matter that when Klaus woke up next to Y/N the following morning, they had nothing to say to each other. It didn’t matter when she hummed contentedly as he kissed his way up her neck, along her jaw line, before gently biting down on her earlobe. It didn’t matter when she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her, devouring his lips with her own.

They’d stumbled home last night, drunk enough that the rest of the world seemed blurry, but not so that when they made love, it faded away as it always did, just the two of them moving in perfect synchronicity.

It seemed they were headed back down that route this morning as their kisses grew more and more urgent.

Klaus still had nothing to say as Y/N climbed on top of him, his hands on her hips as she looked down at him. She was truly beautiful, and he couldn’t quite believe that he had lived centuries without her, didn’t dare imagine the next centuries without her.

He wanted her to know that, to make her feel like she was his entire world. He had never wanted anyone quite like he wanted her.

She had changed him, he knew that. Fifty years ago, he never would have dreamed of such a thing.

I'd never change, thought I'd never change Then you come and change it all

Klaus watched from the breakfast table as the young lady hurried past him, her head down and her cheeks flushed. She had been fun, a well-needed distraction and a moment of company. Elijah wasn’t speaking to him, and the rest of his siblings, well, they were currently in the middle of a very long sleep.

He had picked up the girl at a party, having noticed her dancing to the loud 70s music thumping through the club. It wasn’t to his taste, but she was, and it wasn’t long before he had persuaded her to come home with him, straight into his bed.

As he watched her leave, the door slamming behind her, Klaus wondered what Elijah would have said. He knew that his older brother would have scolded him for his sexual activities, for the broken hearts littered throughout the years.

“Well, at least I didn’t drain her,” Klaus would have snapped back. He had moved on from that particular activity a long time ago, leaving the mixture of sex and food to his younger brother.

“Why can’t you just find someone to spend your life with?” It was always that, or at least, a variation on that particular question. Klaus always scoffed, just as he did now imagining his brother’s words. Elijah wanted someone to come along and change Klaus, someone who would tame him.

Klaus was sure that would never happen. He had never even entertained the idea that he would be wrong.

With your love, your love, I'm a better, better man Darling, all of my wrongs, they led me right to you

“Good morning.” It was the lilt of Y/N’s voice, the way she leaned up onto her toes and kissed his cheek after he’d showered, that made Klaus smile. It was an ordinary, everyday activity that never failed to amaze him.

He watched as she turned back to making him breakfast, eyes trained on the slope of her back, the way shoulder blades that he had lovingly adored with his lips only a few moments before, moved as she did. Shoulder blades made for wings, and it wasn’t unusual for him to expect white feathers to burst forth from her skin.

He took the time to think, to look at the woman who had been his path to redemption, picking up the pieces of the hybrid that had fallen from grace more times than anyone could count. Y/N made Klaus better, in all senses of the word, her love for him making him see where he had gone so wrong over the centuries.

He walked over, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and murmuring against her temple.

“I love you, Y/N.”

He didn’t say it very often, not even to his siblings.

She had changed him, he knew that. A year ago, he never would have dreamed of such a thing.

Wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die for Your love, your love, I'm a better, better man

Klaus scowled at the woman standing in front of him. She had been left by her friends to keep an eye on him, some part of an elaborate plan to make sure he was out of the way whilst they did whatever it was they were doing. Y/N. That was her name.

He decided pretty early on that he didn’t like her, especially when she tried to speak to him, a smirk to rival his own playing on her lips. He had considered killing her, but there were protection spells on her that he had no hope of breaking, and so had taken to pretending she didn’t exist.

Of course, that hadn’t proved very successful as she’d continued to taunt him, causing him to turn and glare at her. She just smiled, eyes twinkling in a way that he would have thought was beautiful if his blood hadn’t been boiling.

“Oh, so you are listening to me. Good to know.”

She was arrogant and clearly proud of herself, reminding Klaus too much of himself. He hoped this would be the last time he saw her.

Never in a million years did he think that one year on, he would be wrapped in her arms, kissing her like she was his only source of life. Elijah had told him that one day he would meet someone just like him, someone who would make him see his flaws, someone he would be willing to die for, someone whose love would make Klaus Mikaelson a better man.

It didn’t cross his mind, the thought that it might be her.

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{+18} – Sweet Tease ~ Marco x S/O – Requested

Modern AU. Female S/O. No physical descriptions. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers.

TW: NSFW, teasing, public sex.

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Thank you so much for asking for this request! It’s the first time I write for Marco and I loved the idea! I hope you like it ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31416047

Anon requested for: 

A busy afternoon in your life, you grab your phone and text your boyfriend, Marco.

14:54. You > Oi babe, are you busy today?.  15.30. Dr.M > Hey darling, I’m having a big surgery in about an hour, I don’t know much is going to take, but whenever I’m out I’ll txt you. Love you!. 

Again, your partner, one of the best doctors in town is busy. You don’t blame him, but you haven’t seen him in almost a week, and besides your heart, your skin misses him more than anything. You’ve been dreaming about getting railed by him for the last two days, you know you need him. 

“I should get back to work”, you say to yourself, trying to forget how needy for him you are. And the afternoon passes, and there is no text from Marco. 

Your coworkers invite you for some drinks after work and you just accept, because deep down you know you aren’t going to meet with your boyfriend tonight either. 

After some beers, a notification pops up on your phone screen. “It’s him”, you tell your friend showing her the phone. “I have an idea, don’t just go straight to the point…”, she says to you. “What do you mean?”, you ask confused. “Well, you should tease him little by little, until he gets so needy for you that he has no other choice than leaving everything aside, and fuck you”, she says with an evil grin. You both laugh out loud and enjoy the rest of the evening. 

While walking home, what your friend has told you at the bar, begins to replay in your brain. “She might be right, I should make him want me…”, you think while opening the door. 

Once inside, you text Marco back just to tell him you got home safe, but he doesn’t answer. He is probably asleep 

already. You pass out on your bed thinking the best ways to tease him… photos?, texts?, visiting him?... you set up a plan that wish it works.

06:30 Dr.M > Morning baby. I’m sorry about yesterday. We’ve been very busy lately. I promise I’ll compensate for it. 

07:45 You > Good morning, it’s ok. You know… I dreamt about you, about us.

07:48 Dr.M > What did you dream of?

07:49 You > Something I wish I could be doing to you, now... But right now, I’m a little late for work. I’ll text you later. Love you. Mwah. 

07:51 Dr.M > I wonder what it is… have a nice day at work. Love u.  

You are determined to slowly rise up the heat, from day to night, but subtly. “That will do”, you think, and let your phone aside, sure that letting Marco on read could make a difference. 

Your day at work got super busy, so you barely had time to grab your phone. You wonder sometimes about your beloved, but your attention is instantly drawn to your tasks. At lunch you have a little more time and take your phone, Marco has sent you a text asking if you have already eaten. This is a good chance for you to tease him, so you decide to follow the next stage of your plan. Today, you’ve chosen to wear a pencil skirt that allows the skin of your thighs to show, so you take a photo of your lunch over your legs. You were just commenting about the food, but there is no way he wouldn’t get to see one of his favourite parts of your body. 

07:51 Dr.M > Yummy! Enjoy your meal, babe. By the way, love that skirt. 

 “Good, he noticed the skirt”, you think to yourself while eating the little sandwich and think about what’s next. 

The working day is coming to an end, and you get a phone call from your boyfriend. He tells you that this weekend the hospital would have a charity banquet, and if you want to come with him. Of course, you accept immediately, not only because you want to be with him, but also because you just love parties. 

After leaving work, you head directly to a dress shop, and as you try the perfect one for the party, you know this is an opportunity for teasing him you won’t let pass.  You pick the sexiest red dress in the store, and head to the dresser. 

The dress shows your back perfectly until the start of your bottom. Little straps hold a cowl neckline and it also has a deep slit on the left side of the skirt, so you can show your leg. 

Posing on the mirror of the dresser, showing your back, and leg you snap a picture and send it to him. Luckily he answers right away.

18:02 You > What do you think babe? I like this dress for the banquet. 

18:03 Dr.M > Damn… I love it. You look like a goddess, you know?. 

 You couldn’t be happier about his reaction, so you buy the dress and head home. 

After taking a shower, and still covered with only a towel you video call Marco. This is just another step of the plan, and somehow you just love it. He is still at the hospital, but you don’t care. You want him to wish he wasn’t there. 

Your lover picks up and after realizing you were practically naked, stunned, he covers the screen with his big skilled hands. “Babe, I’m alone at my office but… are you naked?”, he says a little bit agitated. “I am, but a towel is covering me. I just miss you, wanted to see your pretty face after a hot shower”, you say pouting with a suggestive tone. “I - I miss you too, babe…”, he says while he seems to worship the image of you on his phone screen. “I wish you were here…” you confess to him while rolling your eyes back. “I wish I was there too, baby… aren’t you cold?”, he says now and you can sense how his voice becomes a little bit cracked. You recognize this is an amazing opportunity to keep up with your plan, so you say, “I am, yes. Give me a sec, I’m going to put my robe on”. 

You stood up from bed, put your phone over your dresser so Marco could still see you and let your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body completely exposed to him. “Babe…” he gasps, and you just giggle. 

You watch how he pushes himself far from the desk, laying his back over the chair backrest, letting you admire his torso, and of course, his crotch. A bulge is shown in his scrubs pants, and he slowly slides a hand there.  

“Dr Marco, it’s an emergency, they need you in trauma”, a voice resonates in his office, and he quickly lifts his hands, covering the screen and camera from his phone. “Oh, yeah I’ll be right there”, he says, trying to hide the arousal he was experiencing. 

Annoyed, but not mad at him, throw your robe on and wait for him to come back to the call. “I’m sorry babe, I’m really sorry”, he says, mortified. “It’s ok doc, we can continue later. See you tomorrow, love you”, you tell him, a little bit sad, but still showing how much you want him. 

After dinner, you go to bed, replaying the memories of his sweet anatomy and how you wished you'd seen him jacking off to your body at the office. Yet, you know tomorrow is the big party, and you have better plans than just making him touch himself over the phone. 

Another busy day of work passes and you are finally at home getting ready for the big event. You know how much he likes when you use that specific perfume with citric hints of orange and a little bit of pineapple, so you spray it all over you. The red dress you bought yesterday flows sexy over your skin, and you are ready to make tonight, a night of a lifetime. 

Marco is waiting for you outside in his car, you make him wait just for a few minutes. He knows you will be using that dress, and he wants to see you wearing it right now, but you want him to crave for it, so you just text him with a “Give me a sec”. 

When you finally open the door, you let your keys fall to the ground. In order to pick them up, you first make sure he is watching and then bend down, lifting your dress subtly from the slit of the skirt. 

Acting as if nothing happened, you hop in his car, and kiss his cheek. “Hello doc, I missed you”. You see how Marco watches you from top to bottom, slightly stopping at the slit on the skirt, admiring how your thigh spreads a little once you are sitting.

After allowing Marco to enjoy for some seconds your skin, you step up, and cross your legs. A fire on his sleepy eyes ignites, and somehow you just adore to make him heat up. 

But your blond hot doctor is not the only one who is getting hot in there, you certainly are too. He looks so perfect, formally dressed with a black suit. You wished he’d stop driving, and take you right there, in the middle of the street. You just don’t care. But you wait… 

When you finally arrive at the charity event, everybody turns their head to admire the young successful doctor Marco and his perfect girlfriend. Some wishing they were Marco, others, you. But everybody is amazed by how powerful and pretty you both are. 

You are greeted by Marco's colleagues and are invited to sit on your corresponding table. They serve you gourmet plates made by a famous chef called Vinsmoke Sanji. 

A show starts, a magician makes entertaining tricks on the scenery, and everybody including Marco is enjoying the show. You suddenly had the idea of teasing your boyfriend a little bit more, so you subtly slide a hand over his lap, caressing it faintly. You notice how his muscles react instantly to the soft touch of your hand over his black trousers. He looks at you, but you don’t look back at him, you simply keep enjoying the magic show. 

He then places his hand over yours, and slowly interlocks fingers. He makes your hand move up, closer to his groin. You can feel how hard he is with the side of your hand. Deep down you wished to touch him, but you want him to burn in desire, so you slowly lift your hand up, and grab your cup of red wine. He sighs soundly. “I’m going to tease until it hurts how much you want to fuck me, Marco”, you thought with an evil grin on your face. 

The show is over, and an auction starts in order to raise funds for charity. Every rich person there starts to push. You just maintain quiet, you are not as rich as them, but Marco on the other hand... He places a bid for some paintings and you just wait. 

The auction comes to an end, and the organizers announce that the guest can pass to the dancing saloon if they want. Of course you want, you know there is where the next stage of your plan will take place. 

You grab Marco’s hand and walk to the next saloon. Lights are now down low and the music starts to play. You both start slow dancing, your bodies closer to each other, Marco’s hand placed on your back, and the other over your waist. You pass your hands on the back of his neck. You move slowly, sexy, rubbing your stomach against his, while looking up at his eyes with an inviting sight. Getting drunk on the smell of his manly perfume, you remember how much you love and desire his body. 

He places a soft kiss over your lips, that you accept gratefully. Your lower stomach feels how a hard bulge is forming once again on Marco’s groin, and you just can’t take it anymore, you need him. And he needs you too. But the music stops, and now it’s time for dessert, so you both walk back to your seats. 

A sweet chocolatey dessert is served. You are delighted, he is too. You grab a piece of cake and devour it from the little spoon, slowly moving it on your mouth while looking straight to his eyes. He gasps, he is suffering. It must be painful to hide, to hold back how much you want to fuck someone surrounded by your colleagues and people in general. His manhood is probably hurting from the pressure the pants are making over it. He needs you; you can see it in his eyes. 

You place the silver spoon over your lips for an instance and giggle. Once you finish your cake, you stand up, pass your hand all over his back, from one shoulder to the other, and slowly bend over him to approach his ear. “I need to use the toilet…”, you say to him with an inviting tone. 

As you walk to the bathroom you can feel his piercing gaze over your body, and you know he got the message. 

You wait for him, and a few minutes after and a quick scan of the place to ensure nobody was watching, he grabs you by your throat and pushes inside of one of the bathroom stalls. 

“I can’t take it anymore, I just need to fuck you right here, babe”, he says to you while kissing your neck desperately, pushing your back against the cold marble walls of the toilet. 

None of you can wait, no place for foreplay, you want him to penetrate you right now. He slides his hand under your dress by the slit of the skirt discovering you are not wearing any panties. That only makes him even more aroused. He unbuckles his belt, and lets his pants fall to the floor, revealing his big erect member. 

You bite your lower lip, grinning. Marco lifts his white shirt, so you can admire his well-defined abs and the tattoo that garnishes his chest with that blue ink. Next you know is him lifting your leg, and penetrating you with a hard thrust, deep inside you. An intense pounding that sends you to heaven, both of your heartbeat accelerating, losing control of your breathing. 

You two finally reach climax, and let him impregnate you with all of his warm juices. He groans, “Oh baby girl, you don’t how much I needed you, one of these days you are going to kill me”. 

And you smile, because you know that your plan was a success… ♥

[aliendes]

BTS Reaction to Making you Beg (NSFW) 18+

GIFS are not mine!

BTS Reaction to making you beg

From this ask: a reaction of the boys being into begging? (as in making you beg) ty!

A/N: oof, this was fun. Thanks anon!

Warnings: unprotected sex (stob it), fingering, nipple play (wow a first for me?), blowjobs, daddy kink, cum eating, harddom!joon oof, spanking, degradation kind of, sir kink, creampie, lots of cum, squirting. Got a little carried away here lol 

Word count: 2.6k ~

Seokjin ascended on your breast again, tongue lightly teasing your hardened nipple for what felt like the millionth tonight, swirling his wet muscle along your smooth skin. It felt amazing, don’t get you wrong, but you wanted more, so much more.

“Jin, please,” you whine, feeling him pop off your breast.

“What’s that, darling?” he smirks up at you, hand coming up to twist at your other nipple. He truly loves your breasts, and he really can’t get enough of them, but he absolutely loves making you beg for him, it’s one of his biggest turn ons. 

“Please, Jin, I need more,” you whine, looking down at his smirking face between your breasts while his hands massage at them. 

“Mmm, since you asked so nicely,” he whispers, sinking lower down your body, placing light kisses on the skin of your tummy until he reaches your pubic bone. “Is this what you want?” He punctuates his question with a quick peck to your clit, not hard enough to stimulate you, just enough to tease. You let out a low moan, halfway between a whine and a groan as he continues to tease you slit by peppering kisses everywhere but where you need him.

“Jin!” you yelp as his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up your center, “O-oh, Jin, please!”

“Mmm, I love when you beg for me, darling,” he moans, the vibration sending shockwaves straight to your core, “let me hear you.”

You yell out a string of curses as Jin starts to eat your pussy like a man starved, and he’ll have you begging for him all night.

“Open,” Yoongi whispers, standing above you, “tell me what you want.”

The two of you are in a closet backstage right now, trying to indulge in the few minutes you have together before the show starts. Yoongi is already in his concert clothes and the stylists would kill you both if you ruined his outfit, so you enticed Yoongi into cumming on your face.

“Please, daddy,” you moan quietly, not wanting to alert the others of your activities, “please give me your cum.”

Yoongi lets out a long, raspy moan at the sight of you, on your knees begging for his cum. He picks up the pace, stroking his cock a little quicker now, as you stick your tongue out to lick at his leaking tip. “Fuck, baby girl,” he whines as your tongue wraps around the head of his dick, licking up all the precum that has gathered there, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Please, daddy, please cum for me,” you whisper in the sweetest voice you can muster before taking his length in your hot mouth for a one quick suck before popping off again and looking up at him through your long lashes, “please cum on my face, want it so bad.”

“Ugh, baby,” he stutters as his hand works his shaft faster before giving it one long tug and aiming for your open mouth, “open up, baby girl, fuck that’s it, baby.”

He’s a moaning mess above you as he strokes himself to completion, hot ropes of cum landing on your tongue and cheeks. He never takes his eyes off you as you swallow down what’s on your tongue and lick around your lips to gather any that didn’t reach your mouth. When you’ve sufficiently cleaned yourself up, he reaches out his thumb, picking up the last glob of cum on your cheekbone, and feeds it to you. You happily oblige, sucking it off his digit, making him moan again, before he tucks himself carefully back into his trousers. 

“Thank you, daddy,” you chirp, standing up and smoothing your clothes out. 

“God, you’re a fucking minx. You’re gonna kill me one day.”

Hoseok drags his two fingers slowly up and down your dripping core, never pushing them inside, where you need him most. He loves to see you fall apart for him, wants to have you begging for him, before he gives it to you. 

“Please, Hobi, please I need your fingers,” you whine, arching your back off the hotel mattress. You just flew out to see your boyfriend for the weekend at one of their shows and he couldn’t wait to get you alone, so the two of you decided to skip dinner. Hoseok said he’d rather have his dessert first anyways. “Please!”

“Oh, princess,” he soothes, his other hand coming up your naked torso to play with your hardened peaks, “we’ll get there, don’t worry. Let me have my fun, I haven’t seen you in weeks. I need to worship this body.”

You moan at his words, glowing under his praise as you squirm. His fingers are slowly playing with your pussy, scissoring your lips open and then traveling back up to circle your clit, before repeating all over again. “Such a pretty pink pussy, you want my fingers, princess?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, unable to control your hips from bucking up into Hoseok’s hand, in search of anything they’ll give you, “p-please, Hobi. Need it. Haven’t touched myself in so long.”

“Yeah? Been waiting for me? God, you’re so sexy. Tell me again how much you want me.”

“Want you so bad Hobi, p-please fuck m-me!” your voice is high pitched as you whine for him to give you more, give you anything.

He twists one of your nipples between his skilled fingers while his other hand massages your labia for a moment, “Mmm, I missed hearing you beg for me.” Without warning he plunges two of his long fingers into your warm center, instantly arching up and touching all the right spots inside of you. 

“H-Hobi! O-oh God! Gonna c-cum!” you scream out as his lips descend onto your mound, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth. You’ve been so deprived of pleasure these past few weeks it doesn’t take much to push you over the edge and have you cumming all over your boyfriend’s face. After helping you ride out your high, Hoseok pulls away slowly, careful not to overstimulate you, and props himself up over your body, leaning down to capture your lips in a slow kiss. 

“God, you’re so hot. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Another slap of skin hitting skin resounds throughout the room as Namjoon’s large hand smacks your ass cheek for the nth time tonight. “Beg for it,” he growls from behind you, hand coming down to slap against your cheeks again, “beg for this dick, like the cock slut you are.”

You’re sobbing into the pillows of your king sized bed as he slaps you again, teasing your weeping slit with the head of his massive cock from behind. He has you on all fours, begging for him to fuck you, all the while he teases your entrance with his fingers and cock. “P-please s-sir, please,” you cry out as he slaps you again, “n-need your cock!”

“Mm, yeah, gonna take me in that tight little pussy of yours?” 

“Y-yes sir! P-please sir! Need you to f-fill me up!” You beg him, leaning your forehead down on the plush pillows, pushing back slightly to rub your core against his cock. Immediately his hand comes down again, harder than before, a bruising slap as he pulls his dick away from you.

“Ah-ah, good girls wait,” he brings his dick back to your entrance, pushing just barely inside you, the burn of his tip stretching you out so deliciously, before he’s pulling back out, making you curse. He does this again, and again, slowly pushing into you, before removing himself completely. He has you a sobbing mess, mascara surely running all over your white pillowcases. “Beg for it, slut!”

“S-sir please, p-please fuck me, n-need your cock s-so bad sir!” Your brain is starting to get fuzzy as you begin to slip. 

“That’s a good girl,” he moans, pulling your hips up with his strong arms, “my good girl.” You moan at the praise as he enters you again, stilling inside you once his mushroom tip is seated within your velvety walls. “Gonna fuck you stupid,” he growls, pushing his cock all the way inside you, bumping your cervix and making you cry out, “you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes sir! Ah!” You’re squealing as he starts fucking into you, no cares for the neighbors with how loud you’re being. He doesn’t give you even a moment to relax as he pistons his cock in and out of you, making you cum three times around his length that night before he’s satisfied. 

You’re sitting on your knees, completely nude, hands in your lap just like Jimin likes when he enters the bedroom. You smile up at him as he approaches you, already naked from the waist down. When he reaches you, he rubs a hand along your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him. 

“Such an obedient kitten,” he praises, stroking his hardening cock in his other hand, “so pretty and waiting for me.” He releases your jaw, and walks around you, surveying your naked body. “You gonna suck my cock for me? Help me relax a little, hmm?”

“Yes, please,” you moan as he comes into view again, cock at full attention, bobbing up and down with each step he takes, “just want to please you.”

He nods, coming around to stand directly in front of you, hand still languidly stroking himself. Your mouth waters as his thumb collects the bead of precum that’s formed on his slit. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“Want to make you feel good, want to suck your thick cock,” he lets out a wanton moan at your words. He’s always had a slight praise kink, but he also loved to watch you fall apart for him, to beg for him to fuck you. “Please, can I?”

“Since you’re asking so nicely, kitten,” he moans as he brings his weeping tip to your mouth, letting it slip past your moist lips, “such a good girl.”

You dive right in, keeping your hands in your lap like you know he likes, sucking his length all the way into your mouth until you’re gagging around it. He’s a mess above you, head thrown back as he lets out a string of curses. You bob your head up and down, taking in as much of his cock as you can before swallowing around him. “Fuck!” he curses, pulling out abruptly from your mouth, “I’m not gonna last, baby.” He grips the base of his dick as he walks around you to the bed, sitting on the edge before patting his thigh. “Get over here and ride me.”

Taehyung has been experimenting recently with controlling your orgasms. You have to say that he’s been doing a pretty great job at learning your body and your cues when it comes to sex, and he’s become a little bit of an expert on what makes you cum. 

Right now he is trying to experiment with edging, bringing you right to the edge of your high, before bringing you back down. He’s three fingers deep in your sopping pussy, scissoring you open slowly, while his other hand plays with your clit. “Are you close, baby?”

“Mmm, Tae! P-please, s’close!” you moan loudly, unable to control your volume after how long he’s been toying with you. 

He jiggles his hand inside you, bumping against your sweet spot a couple times before twisting his digits as he fucks in and out of you. “That’s it, beg for it,” his voice is breathy, almost not there, like he’s trying to hold back. 

“P-please, let me cum! Make me c-cum Tae!” you don’t care anymore, you’ll beg all he wants, you really just want to cum. It feels like he’s been playing with you all night and the fire in your belly is burning. 

“I want you to squirt all over my hand, baby,” he moans when he feels you clench at his words, “yeah, you like that? Squirt all over me babe, c’mon.”

You scream, louder than you expected, as he starts shaking his hand up and down, rubbing violently against your g-spot, over and over again until you can’t take it anymore and you squeeze his fingers as hard as your muscles allow. It’s like a wave of electricity hits you, starting at your core and vibrating through your entire body. You completely lose yourself in the pleasure for a minute, back arching and twisting as you release all over Tae. Clear liquid gushes around his fingers as he keeps them lodged in your core, relishing in the way you clench around them. He can feel every part of you, so soft and supple around him, and he fucking loves it. 

When you finally come down, Tae pulls away from your dripping pussy so he can lean over your spent body. You whine at the feeling of his digits rubbing against your over sensitive walls as you look up at his lust blown eyes, wide with wonder. “Think you can do it again?”

“What do you want, doll?” Jungkook asks as he pistons his cock in and out of you, his voice coming out stuttered as he tries to keep his breathing even. 

“Want your cum, Kookie, please!” your head is bumping the headboard of the bed with every thrust of his hips, he’s fucking into you so hard. “P-please, Kook!” You can’t keep your voice steady as he picks up his pace even more at your words.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, bending down to kiss you once quickly, “you can’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You moan at the thought, squeezing around him. “I’m serious, K-Kook. I’m on the pill, p-please, fill me up!” You whine, nearly laughing at the shocked look on his face. His hips stutter for a moment before he slows down completely to look into your eyes.

“You’re serious?” his sweaty hair is falling around his face, making him look younger than he is, and you think his expression is adorable. You nod quickly, making a wide grin spread across his handsome features. “I can cum inside you?” He sounds like you just gifted him the most precious present. You giggle at his antics, but it slowly turns into a wanton moan as he starts fucking back into you. “Beg for it, doll.” His voice is low and gravely again, his angling upwards to hit your sweet spot he knows you love.

“P-please, Kook. P-please fill me up with your cum!”

“Fuck, baby,” he throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as his thrusts start to get sloppier, “gonna fill this pussy up. Make you mine, all mine. F-fuck, I’m cumming!”

Jungkook stills inside you as he cums. You moan loudly at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up and then seeping out of you with his shallow thrusts. When you’ve milked him completely, he looks down to where the two of you are connected, pulling his cock out slightly, before pushing it back in, lost in the way his white cum drips out of you, a mixture of both of your releases covering his member. “Shit,” he whispers, the sight too much for him as he shoves his cock deep inside you again. You feel him twitch one last time as he cums again, a smaller amount this time, but still just as pleasurable for you and you feel the warmth seep into you again. “Holy shit,” he whispers, leaning his sweaty forehead against yours, “I’ve never done that before.”

“What, cum inside someone, or cum twice?” You smirk, leaning up to place a quick kiss to his lips.

“Both. You’re fucking amazing, baby, I love you.”

“Love you, too, Kook.”

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The Boyfriend

Dedicated to the anon who came up w this idea and to @eatacrackerandstop <3. There's a small Shadow and Bone reference; if you find it, you get a high five✨

Summary: Slytherin and Hufflepuff meet their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time, and Slytherin has a few concerns.

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Hufflepuff closes the door behind her daughter, who stepped out to privately wish her boyfriend goodbye on the front stoop, and turns to Slytherin.

“He seems like a sweet kid,” she smiles. Slytherin follows her into the kitchen with a disgruntled expression. He leans against the countertop as she begins washing the dishes.

“What’s taking her so long,” he eyes the door. “It only takes a couple of seconds to say goodbye to someone.”

“They spent the entire night with us. They probably just want a little alone time,” Hufflepuff replies. She glances at him when he sighs and crosses his arms. “Do I sense a little disdain for our daughter’s boyfriend?”

Slytherin scowls.

“I don’t like him,” he states plainly. “He gives me...bad boy vibes.” His scowl deepens when she laughs incredulously.

“Bad boy vibes?”

“Yes,” he says indignantly. “Bad boy vibes! Did you see his smirk when she laughed at his joke?"

"You smirk a lot,” she points out, to which he grudgingly admits. “Besides, is it bad that he can make her laugh?"

"'Course not," he huffs. "But did you see how he put his arms around her?”

"I'm pretty sure that's called a hug, honey."

Slytherin steps between her and the sink. She shoots him a look as water drips on the floor.

“Please get out of my way, Slytherin. You’re acting like a child.”

He takes her hands into his own, not caring that they’re wet. “Honey, you’re not listening to me.”

“I am! I just don’t agree with you.” She continues before Slytherin can object. “You’re worrying over nothing. Our daughter is old enough to make her own decisions on who she hangs out with and what she does with her time."

“She’s only in her seventh year—”

“Slytherin," she says sternly. “Our baby is grown now, believe it or not. I trust her judgment. You should too.”

His brows furrow, and he doesn’t respond right away.

"It's not that I don't trust her," he finally says. "I just don't want her to get hurt."

Hufflepuff softens in this rare moment of vulnerability—his grumpiness and frustration often mask his fears.

"We can't control what happens," she says gently. "We can't control who does what or who hurts who. But what we can control is what we do and how we act." Slytherin remains silent as he considers her words. "I think the best thing we can do is support our daughter. And if things don't end well in their relationship, she will know who to come to: the people who have always been there for her."

Her words sink in, and Slytherin nods.

"You're right."

"'Course I'm right."

He smiles somberly. "I’ve only ever wanted to protect her."

"You will," she assures, pulling him into an embrace. "But you will do so at a healthy and reasonable distance. No threatening the boy."

Slytherin snorts and says, "I'm not that type of dad." He rests his chin on top of her head. "But if he breaks her heart, I keep no promises."

"Good," she murmurs into his shirt. “I'll be right behind you.”

Their moment of peace is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. They see their daughter, Giselle, standing by the doorway with a flushed grin.

"Hey kiddo," Slytherin smiles.

She makes a face. “I'm 18, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Alright." Hufflepuff notices a familiar gleam in his eye and tries not to smile as he continues. "Do you prefer muffin? Sweet pea? Or perhaps cupcake—"

Giselle covers her ears. "Dad!" she groans. "Eat a cracker and stop."

He holds his hands up in defeat as he chuckles. "Okay, okay."

"So," Hufflepuff says once things settle down. "What did Dorian think? Did he like us? What about the food? Was my cooking okay?" A look of horror washes over her face. "Oh shoot, should we have given him some leftovers to take back to his family? He probably didn't get too far, I'll go get the food from the fridge and—"

"Honey," Slytherin laughs, resting his hand on the small of her back before she can scurry off in search of tin foil and plastic containers. "It's fine."

"Yeah," Giselle assures. "The food was great, and he loved meeting you guys."

"And we loved meeting him,” Hufflepuff says warmly. “Tell Dorian he's welcome to come back at any time."

"Okay," she grins. "Can we start our movie night now?"

Slytherin nods. "I believe it's Mom's turn to choose the movie."

"I know exactly what we should watch tonight," Hufflepuff beams. They pile onto the couch, and when she puts the disc into the DVD player, everyone but Hufflepuff's face falls when they see the title.

"Aw, not this movie," Giselle complains. "We watched the trailer last week, and you said it yourself that it looked like trash."

"Wha—I didn't say trash!"

"I think you did," Slytherin interjects. He stifles a laugh when she shoots him a look.

Hufflepuff purses her lips. "Ravenclaw and I watched it at the movie theaters a few days ago, and it was a cinematic masterpiece!"

He arches an eyebrow. "So you're gonna watch it again?"

"Yes! Because it’s that good. And I want you guys to watch it with me. The movie has adventure and plot twists and romance—I mean, what hurts more than a broken heart?"

"A severed head," Giselle replies, to which Slytherin snorts a laugh.

Hufflepuff scoffs and shakes her head, but a smile tugs at her lips. “You’ll see what I’m talking about after we watch it, but I need to use the bathroom first. I’ll bring back some popcorn.”

“Can you also get some Sprite?” Giselle calls after her.

“Okay.” Hufflepuff lingers by the doorway. “Do you want anything, sweetie pie?” she says to Slytherin.

“No thanks, snuggle bunny.” He snickers when Giselle visibly cringes. He and Hufflepuff liked to call each other outrageously sweet pet names in front of their daughter for the sole purpose of grossing her out.

“Yes,” Giselle says in a deadpan voice. “This is the exact spot I want to be in right now.”

Hufflepuff laughs and winks at Slytherin before leaving. He watches her walk away before whispering to Giselle, “How likely is it that she’ll accidentally trap herself in the bathroom and we get to pick another movie?”

“Extremely likely,” she replies. “If we put a rubber item underneath the door to act as a door stopper, she won’t be able to open it from the inside…” Slytherin is looking at her weirdly, and she swallows her words. “...I mean, I don’t know.”

Slytherin smiles but doesn’t say anything. Giselle may have inherited her mother’s looks, but she has her father’s mischief.

While they wait for Hufflepuff, Slytherin speaks. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure,” she says cautiously.

“Do you love him?”

Her eyebrows rise—she didn’t expect this question. She takes a moment to think.

"Not yet.”

He nods. "But you're happy?"

"I am," she smiles.

His eyes crinkle. If she was happy…well, that was good enough for him.

“I’m glad, kiddo.”

This time, Giselle doesn’t roll her eyes at the term of endearment. Instead, she takes his hand and squeezes it three times. Slytherin, who taught her the gesture, squeezes her hand four times in response.

“Who’s ready to start the movie?” Hufflepuff walks in with popcorn and sprite, unaware of the father-daughter moment she just missed.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Slytherin sighs, scooting over to make space for her. She plops down beside him and settles the bowl between them.

“Oh,” she perks up. “Before I forget. Accio tissue boxes!”

Slytherin looks bewildered as tissue boxes come flying their way. “Do we really need tissues?”

“Absolutely,” she scatters the boxes over their laps. Slytherin raises an eyebrow and glances over at Giselle, who also looks perplexed.

“My teen angst bullshit is about to have a body count,” she whispers as the movie begins playing.

A/N: This fic is somewhat connected to Different Love Languages, another one of my fics. Is the slytherpuff couple in that fic the same couple in this one? That's up to you, dear reader😌

I lowkey hate the title, but I couldn't come up w a better one. Also, this fic was longer than I planned. I originally decided to write something like this:

“Why don’t you like him?”

“Because I used to be a bad boy, which is exactly why I don’t trust him.”

Basic dialogue, plain and simple. But the darling anon who told me their idea deserves a full-length story <3

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Pretty hair

Warning: None Word count: 1,1k   Summary: A cute wakeup, a gala ahead and a rather hairy problem. Will Batdad be able to handle it? Pairing: Platonic!Toddler!Batsis x Batfam

Requested by a pumpkin-spice Anon: Can you please do a headcanon or oneshot filled with lots of fluff about Bruce Wayne being a good dad and trying to braid a young batsis's hair for a gala? Maybe the batboys try to help? Btw i love your incorrect quotes!!

“Daddy?” a soft voice echoed through the room and Bruce couldn’t help but groan and turn around in his bed. The silk sheets and cover around him were incredibly soft on his skin and lulled him back to sleep. His consciousness slipped back into his dreamless sleep, his breath evening out and his body beginning to go into standby again when the last part of his mind that was still awake registered movement on his bed. The mattress moved below him due to extra weight being added when something came crawling up beside him before stopping in front of his head. A soft touch poked against his cheek, at first just very light and careful, but increasingly getting poke-ier when the man didn’t react to anything. “Daddy? Daddy wake up,” the same voice from earlier spoke, this time louder than before, and Bruce groaned when he realized that his night was definitely cut short. He slowly blinked his eyes open and was greeted with your face almost directly in front of him - he just had to lean forward a bit and he could give you an Eskimo kiss - smiling that innocent cute smile at him. “Hey buttercup,” he mumbled with a tired voice and couldn’t help but let his eyes be closed just for a second more while continuing, “What are you doing up so early? Shouldn’t you still be in dreamland?” Your giggled laugh filled the room and your hands, lying on the arm closest to you, shook him. “But Daddy, it’s already tea time.” With that, his eyes shot open. You didn’t completely understand the concept of time quite yet and instead categorized the times of day by what meal would be closer. Mornings would be Breakfast, Early noon would be lunch, the afternoon became tea time, the evening was Dinner and nights were (thanks to your older siblings) Snacks. It was honestly so cute when you talked with others about your plans for the day, but Bruce couldn’t really relish in that at the moment when he looked over at his alarm only to see that it was - in fact, true to your word - already almost 5 p.m. He sat up and looked around almost panicked. He had come home from patrol at around four in the morning and had made plans to get up at eight again so that he could get some work done before he had to prepare himself and you for the Gala that the family was invited to that evening, and he’d most likely have to help (or rather control) Tim and Damian too. It was only then that he racked his brain about what happened when he went to bed that morning and realized that he had never actually set an alarm for that morning. But why didn’t Alfred wake me? he inwardly asked himself only to groan when he realized that Alfred had told him weeks ago that he had to take that exact day off because he’d meet up with an old friend from England who was in America for a visit. “Daddy?” you asked with your head tilted to the side in confusion, “Are you okay?” Bruce smiled at you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “Of course pumpkin, I was just confused why your brothers and sisters didn’t make enough of a mess to wake me up yet.” You shook your head and smiled. “Cassy took me, Dami and Titus to the park because Timmy said you needed your beauty sleep.” “What a Hypocrite,” Bruce whispered to himself while he took you into his arms so that he wouldn’t sweep you off the bed while getting up. “Why is Timmy a Hippo?” “He isn’t, I was just kidding.” He sat you down onto the bed again while he walked over into the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Can we visit mommy today? I found a nice shiny rock in the garden and I wanted to show her,” you asked while kicking your legs a little bit, making Bruce smile at how excited you and Selina could get about shiny stuff. “I’m sorry pumpkin, but we have to go to a Gala tonight. I will take you to mommy tomorrow and we can show her the shiny rock and go eat waffles with Aunt Kate after, okay?” “Okii,” you happily squealed and jumped off the bed to - what Bruce assumed - rush to your room, leaving Bruce to start getting ready, knowing that he’d be the quickest to be finished.

“I don’t wanna,” you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest, breaking off the lucky streak that Bruce had somehow had after waking up. Not only hadn’t Tim and Damian not thrown a fit when he had told them to get into their suits and had actually correctly dressed, but you and Cass had actually liked the dress that Bruce had picked for you and didn’t complain about the somewhat fancy shoes that you had to wear. It was almost too good to be true. And then it was. “Why don’t you want to go? We’re all ready to go, aren’t we?” Damian asked, his words had the potential to be quite rude and harsh but spoken to you they were soft and caring. “When mommy goes to parties she always has so pretty hair and I don’t. I want pretty hair too,” you almost sniffled and Bruce had to sigh. He was just way too smitten by this little human that he had helped to make. “Well then,” he picked you up and sat you down onto the backrest of the couch in the living room, “Let’s get to it, won’t we?” “Yay, thank you,” you smiled and started swaying your legs and he stroked his hands through your hair to smooth it out. He turned his face to his children and they immediately recognized the look on his face. The mission look. “Tim, you get the hair ties and pins, I need about three ties, but we’re better on the safe side with four. Damian, somewhere in Y/N’s room should be a bow that is the exact colour of her dress, bring me that. And Cass, darling, could you lend me some of your hairspray? If you don’t have any just steal some out of Stephanie’s old room.” “Sir, yes sir,” Tim sarcastically replied, but all three of them went on their ways to quickly find the items so that they could get your hair finished soon. “Okay pumpkin, I have no idea what I’m doing so I can’t promise anything, but I will do my best.” “That’s fine, I don’t mind it looking funny as long as you made it,” you replied and he could almost hear the smile in your voice. “Then I’m sure I’ll make you proud,” he hummed as he began to braid the top section of your hair to the back.