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[zweigsons]

after midnight

patrick zweig x f!reader x art donaldson smut

summary: they both want you, and you definitely know it

etc: nsfw, fingering, oral f!receiving (kind of), patrick doesn't rlly do anything he sits there and looks pretty

a/n: A BITCH IS BACK i know u all missed my writing

word count: 959

You thought fire and ice were fitting monikers for them. Patrick was holding you up and your back was pressed against his bare chest and, god, he was warm. And Art’s fingers were gliding down your torso, long and nimble and cold. 

You shivered at the touch and Patrick chuckled behind you. He mouthed a kiss onto the pulse point on your neck and your legs were jelly. “My legs hurt,” You whined as Art’s fingers played with the hem of your panties. 

“I’m holding you. And you’re kneeling on a mattress,” Patrick nipped at your ear. 

“It still hurts,” You groaned, tilting your head back to lock eyes with him. 

His smile tilted to the side as he looked at you, “You’re such a princess.” 

Art chuckled from his position. He was kneeling on the floor, fingers tracing shapes into your tummy as he looked up at you. “You really are,” He said it more kindly than Patrick, as if princess were a petname rather than a mock. 

Art’s fingers curled into the lacy waistband of your underwear and he started to tug them down your thighs. Patrick’s breathing seemed to grow heavier as he watched over your shoulder. You turned your head and whispered to him, “You have a little crush on Art?” 

His face grew hotter next to yours. “Shut up. Let him fuck you.” 

You pat his cheek, “Sure.” You cast your gaze down to Art, “Are you gonna fuck me?” 

He looked like a puppy, staring up at you with those big eyes that you could get completely lost in. “Is that what you want?” He asked as he placed a kiss on your hip. 

You swallowed a whine, “Yeah.” 

“I can do that.” He looked up at you, those blue eyes shining like they held a secret, and then he added a soft, “Princess.” 

You let out a soft moan and he focused his attention to spreading you apart and then sucking gently on your clit. You gasped and tilted your head back. As Art worked his tongue on your cunt, Patrick’s hands slipped from gripping your shoulders to keep you up and down to slip into your bra. 

“Patrick,” You whispered, snaking your hand up to cup the back of his neck. 

His fingers tweaked your nipples as he tutted. “Don’t focus on me. What’s Art doing to you, baby?” His voice was low and sweet and it made you tremble. 

You did as you were told and looked back down, just in time to see Art moving one of his hands up. His fingers gently placed with your folds and you whimpered, wanting more than that. “Art, please,” You whined, carding your fingers through his wavy blonde hair. 

“Use your words, Princess,” He mouthed around you. 

You tugged on his hair and groaned, “Put your fingers in me.” 

“Good girl,” He mumbled. 

His fingers stopped teasing and started pushing, up and into you. You groaned, nails digging into his scalp and into Patrick’s neck. 

His tongue lapped at your clit as he moved his fingers inside of you. Your legs were shaking and everything felt melty and good. Patrick’s mouth was on your neck again, sucking marks into the soft skin. 

Patrick sunk his teeth into you at the same time that Art thrust his fingers up into you and you let out a shuddering gasp. “Fuck you,” You moaned, stretching out a few of the golden ringlet’s of Art’s hair. 

“That’s the goal,” Patrick chuckled into your ear. 

“Shut up,” You hissed, rolling your hips with each movement of Art’s fingers. 

He removed his mouth from your cunt to sloppily kiss your hips and tummy as he fucked his fingers into you. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” He muttered, this time adding a small scrape of teeth to his kisses. 

You didn’t even have time to come up with a reply because he had popped up and was kissing you as he worked a third finger into you.

You felt that familiar coil build up in your belly and you scratched at his back. 

“You think she’s gonna cum?” Patrick asked as he nipped at your ear. 

Art pulled back and smirked, “Look at her face. Definitely. Are you gonna cum for us, princess?” It almost felt stupid, the way he had latched onto that particular petname, but all you could do was nod and let out a noise that was half between a gasp and a moan. 

One of Patrick’s hands dropped from holding you (which only made the fact that he was holding you up with one hand even hotter) and reached around to rub your clit along with the thrusts of Art’s fingers. “So, so good,” He mumbled, licking where your jaw connected to your ear. 

Art pushed his fingers into you once more and that was enough to have that coil in your tummy unravel. You groaned, slumping your head down into the crook of Art’s neck as the waves of your orgasm washed through you. “That’s it, just like that,” He crooned sweetly, kissing the top of your head. 

Patrick finally let you go and you all but crumpled. “Is that all you got in you?” Patrick asked, leaning over you and scrunching up his nose. 

You scoffed, “Fuck off. Go jerk each other off in a cold shower.” You pushed his face away as he laughed against your palm. 

On the other hand, Art was licking your cum off of his fingers, and if you weren’t already fucked out, you would probably be up and ready to go again. 

“Go to sleep, Patrick and I will take turns with a ‘cold shower,’” Art said, leaning down and kissing your forehead. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” 

[hazbinwhoree]

ADAM WITH A HEAVY BREEDING KINK WHEN???

Come Inside

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: This shit is absolutely sinful.

Adam’s breeding kink, much like his virginity kink, was rooted in his abandonment issues.

Normally, (Name) would feel a need to address that (therapy friend), but she couldn’t really care when he was inside of her, fucking her like he hated her.

Adam’s sex drive never failed to impress her. They’d already had sex that morning, and they were just watching a movie when suddenly he was on her again.

“Adam,” she giggled as he sucked on her neck. “We literally had sex two hours ago.”

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin’ sexy, babe,” Adam said against her neck. He continued marking her, one hand slipping under her shirt and fondling her breast, and one hand travelling down to rub between her legs over her sweatpants.

(Name) moaned. Adam removed his face from her neck and connected their lips in a passionate kiss. (Name) slipped her fingers under the base of Adam’s mask and pulled back. She looked at him, the question in her eyes. Can I? Adam nodded after a moment.

(Name) pulled his mask up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. (Name) smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head forward to kiss him again. Adam kissed back with vigor, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The hand fondling her breast pinched her nipple, and the hand that was rubbing between her legs suddenly slipped under her sweatpants and panties.

(Name) gasped, throwing her head back. Adam licked down the column of her neck. He slid two slender fingers into her, and (Name)’s breathing became heavier. He scissored his fingers experimentally before adding a third.

(Name) sighed, her head falling forward and resting her forehead against Adam’s.

Adam didn’t spend long loosening her up before shedding his own pants and boxers. (Name) began to tug her sweatpants down until Adam got impatient and yanked both her sweatpants and panties down to her ankles. (Name) kicked them off.

Adam sat down on the couch, manspreading and showing off his dick. “Come here, baby,” he patted his lap. (Name) crawled over and into his lap, his erection pressing against her pussy. She briefly realized they both still had their shirts on.

Adam seemed to realize it too. “We’re fucking like Winnie the Pooh.”

(Name) giggled, but it quickly became a quiet moan when Adam squeezed her tits, swiping his thumbs over her nipples. She ground down against his dick and they both moaned. She raised herself on her knees to allow Adam to line himself up with her opening.

Once he did, she sank down, letting out a gasp as he stretched her once again. “Ride it,” Adam demands, grabbing her ass. (Name) did, for about a minute, before her pace slowed down as her legs got tired. Adam got impatient, squeezing her ass and thrusting up into her, fast and hard.

It caught (Name) off guard, who cried out. She held onto his shoulders like her life depended on it, as Adam fucked her like he was mad at her.

So was his pace usually.

Tears brimmed at the corners of (Name)’s eyes. “Fuck,” she hissed. Adam stared at her intently. “Yeah? Does this feel good, babygirl?” (Name) whined. She loved when Adam talked during sex, he was always so dirty.

“Is my cock filling your pussy just right? God you’re so hot, you make me want to put a baby in you.” (Name) gasped, nearly reaching her peak. “Gonna cum so deep inside you.”

(Name) came, clenching around Adam’s dick. His thrusts slowed as she squeezed him, the tightness pushing him over the edge. He snapped his hips upwards, burying himself to the hilt, and came inside of her.

(Name)’s stomach grew warm. She panted, moving to get off of Adam, but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down on his dick. (Name) let out a strangled moan, overstimulated. Adam held her in his lap, keeping her plugged with his cock.

“Can’t waste any of my cum,” he told her, smirking. “I was serious. I’m gonna put a fucking baby in you.”

[rizsu]

ꪆ୧ ── NOWHERE TO RUN ┊ FACE IT ﹑ JJK. ⤿ starring: sukuna ryomen ◟ megumi fushiguro.

꒰ excuses or oblivious ﹢ one way or another, they're gonna be hit with the question “what are we?” — sorta.

𖧷 · love, ‘su: writer's block had me so bad the only thing i couldve done was 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓽 : 𝓳𝓳𝓴 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

SUKUNA RYOMEN ⟡ he’ll never answer you.

“why?” you questioned him.

your voice held a tone he's not quite familiar with — it's confusing him.

you've laid sukuna flat on the bed, straddling him so he's forced to listen. trapping him under you was the only way left. sukuna's somewhat a strong man, it took barely ten percent of his energy to lift you off his desk and kiss you goodbye with sweet lies.

there's none of that now — at least during this moment. the night's fallen, he's off duties, and you're clearly not busy. there isn't room for any other variable that can counter your moment. you've calculated this meticulously.

sukuna doesn't answer. he busied his hand with the hem of your skirt, focusing his eyes more on the fabric than yours that held every unspoken emotion you felt.

the silence fails to bother you. you continued with your question despite him giving his attention to the clothes that adorn you instead of the person wearing it.

“is it a game? a push and pull game with me? you seem to enjoy deflecting.”

your once laid out palm on his chest fists the shirt, slightly tugging it. he still fiddles with your skirt, but his eyes finally found yours.

“hmm, not sure. i don't really enjoy games like that.”

a lazy smile appears on him, complimenting his visuals further.

usually you'd mirror his expressions but this time there's no mocking smile. furrowed eyebrows and a frown appeared.

“amazing, your humor never fails to amaze me.”

“the others do say i have some humor in me.”

“that's not how i—”

“i know,” he sighs, “i already know what answer you want from me— or what answer you want to hear.”

sukuna emphasizes on the last few words, tilting his head at your expression.

you're slightly puzzled. is it truly that you want to hear an answer that will satisfy you or the truth? even that brings along the question of what is the truth?

you gulped, picking at the skin on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“stop fucking with my head,” you muttered.

“then let's call it a night.” he shrugs, tapping on your thigh.

you ignore his signal to get off him. to hell with him.

a heavier sigh leaves sukuna. he has work to return to in the morning, it's quite late into the night, and he clearly isn't allowed to sleep in a comfortable position.

“fine, do what you want, but you should get some sleep as well.” his arm stretches out, cupping your face.

his palm's warm, making you press your cheek against it.

“lean down,” he says.

you're suspicious but went along with his words. surely you wouldn't come to regret it, right?

quite the opposite. the moment you were an inch away from noses touching, his hand moved from cupping your face to behind your head, pushing you down for a kiss.

“goodnight,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss.

yet another failure added to your list.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ⟡ well, he had a different idea.

megumi's at the dining table, enjoying his drink as he picks back up on the page he bookmarked before bed. a proper way to start his day.

nobara's also at the dining table, with both hands crossed over her chest. not a proper way to start her day.

she's been meaning to get into it with megumi since... two days ago! what happened two days ago? she met with a dear friend she brags about and listened to relationship problems.

according to said friend, it feels as though a certain guy had lead them on. nobara, being a good friend, assured them that the guy hadn't mean it but this was an obvious attempt of comfort.

when said friend described the guy and his behaviour, she felt a chill down her spine. the description felt oddly familiar... perhaps a bit too familiar. she's sure she knew the guy, but who is it?

it was only when the sentence “with his stupid fucking hair” left the dear friend, her putting-clues-together function turned on.

the guy was megumi fushiguro, her dormmate. and also a dear friend.

ever since that day she's been planning to confront him but she procastinated. this was partially due to her not being told directly by her dormmate that he's in a ‘relationship’ so it felt like she eavesdropped.

as megumi took the final sip of his drink, he carefully placed it on the coaster. he read one more full page of the comic before he questioned nobara with no eye contact.

“is something bothering you?”

“yes! well, technically it's not me but...” nobara trails off, she's not quite sure continue.

taking a deep breath, she slams her both palms on the table, leaning in to gather megumi's attention.

“so there's this friend right?”

“yeah.”

“and they're having issues with their relationship. so, the guy kinda lead them on by being all boyfriend-y, i assume, and giving off subtle hints. whenever things get quote-on-quote advanced, the guy somehow takes the relationship two steps back. they think they're reading into it too much but also don't know what to do because the guy sometimes goes ghost.”

she hits him with all information at once. nobara rambled, ending it with a ‘phew’. her heartbeat raced for whatever reason. maybe it's because she's indirectly telling her friend he's a shitball.

“oh,” the perpetrator responds, closing his book with one hand.

if they were in a cartoon, there would surely be three question marks floating above nobara's head.

oh? just an oh? nothing else? she thinks, judging him.

“damn, that guy's an ass.” he extends his previous statement, not knowing that he just called himself an ass.

“well...!” a sweat bead forms on nobara's forehead. “what if — just what if i told you that guy is you?”

“me? you jest.”

“i fucking wish! i'm talking about you and whatever you have going on with (y/n),” she mumbles the last words, taking her dormmate's sandwich for herself.

megumi's eyebrow raises. he doesn't like what he's hearing. him? leading someone on? that someone being you? what's with the sudden twist?

“that's... hmm.” he crosses his arms across his chest, leaning back into the chair, “i thought we were already in a relationship— (y/n) and i that is.”

the sandwich wasn't a pleasant experience. upon hearing megumi's words, she immediately choked. the twists just kept coming.

“you—” a cough interrupts. “you both are fucking stupid.”

“shit — should i go meet with (y/n)?” megumi asks with urgency, staring at nobara for an answer.

“that shouldn't even be a question. make haste!”

[marvelstan0905]

"Trust me, you're not heavy"

Boyfriend!Kenji Sato X FEM!Chubby/Plus Size! Reader

TW : insecurities regarding weight/fluff/wholesome/stammering/picking up/angst/slightly new relationship/comparison/lewd joke at the end/not proofread yet/ mixed POV

-Hi. This is for comfort. Mostly for me,because I am on the thicker side and these are thoughts that have coursed through my mind. If you will be triggered please don't go beyond the line. I am a Female/AFAB so it will be with she/her pronouns! I'm still gonna write other scenarios with GN readers in mind! Thank you for the love and support😘

©all rights reserved. the modification, translation, and plagiarism of my work is strictly prohibited.

Today was a relaxing day. A chill day from all the chaos that both me and Kenji had been going through. We were relaxing together at Kenji's house. My legs laid on his lap as I sat across from him on the couch. We were watching a movie occasionally being on our phones. Kenji put down his phone and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Hey baby?" Kenji started hesitantly as he took my hand and gently put my phone down. I hummed and smiled giving him my attention. "Can I ask why you don't let me pick you up or sit in my lap?"

I froze. I expected the question but I didn't really expect the question so soon ant so abruptly. I looked away from Kenji, clearing my throat.

"W-What do you mean, baby?" I cleared my throat and withdraw my legs from his lap hugging my knees. Kenji's eyes softened in concern as he observed your tense and almost, hiding body language.

"Well..baby we've been dating for quite a while yet you've never sat in my lap or let me pick you up. If I try to pick you up, you squirm away and stiffen up...did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" Kenji spoke sincerely as he gently took ahold of my hand, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. His beautiful mauve turquoise eyes held concern and guilt. I felt bad.

"N-No. Of course its not you, baby. It's me, really. I..I dont even know where to start really" I breathed with a nervous laughter. I played with his soft but calloused hands. Kenji felt relieved but it still didn't exactly explain why. He wouldn't pressure his girl to talk about it but they had great communication.

"Well you know,you can tell me anything. I'd never judge you. You're the perfect specimen to me" Kenji added with conviction and genuineness. I blushed and shook my head.

"I know that, my love. You'd never judge me. It's just..I'm not exactly small, you know? I don't weigh like 40kgs and stuff like that. Plus I've never really been lifted up or put my whole weight on someone, if that makes sense? Like for trustfall exercises at school, I never got a turn or piggy back rides. Stuff like that..I know it's stupid" I rambled whiles touching my head. I tugged on my sweater sleeves. Kenji's eyes softened and hardened at the same time, he was was quite upset people treated you that way. "Even if someone did volunteer they'd be huffing and puffing or straning. So I'd prefer if you didn't get a hernia or something like that picking me up"

"Welk to start baby, fuxk those people who treated you like that. I'd like their names and Instagram handles..Number 2. It doesn't matter that you don't weigh 40kgs or whatever. That's actually unhealthy but anyways. I don't care if you're not small. Just means there's more to touch and feel on" Kenji smirked whiles groping my pudgy love handles. I giggled and pushed his hands away causing him to chuckle.

"Babe. It's not stupid at all. Trust me, I won't get a hernia or huff or puff, okay? I'm an athlete, I play a sport which requires a great deal of strength. I probably lift weights heavier than you. Even if you weighed 6000lbs I'd glad pick you up and put you in my lap and arms"Kenji assured me whiles he pulled me closer and held my hands.

"I know it's scary but please trust me. I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. With all cute abundance as well. It means I get a marshmallow and extra softness to cuddle, okay?" Kenji smiled and stood up pulling us both to our feet. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Can we try it? I promise I won't drop you or strain? I'm not fragile, my love. I won't break if I pick you up. Come on your dating the Ken Sato. Believe when I say you're not heavy at all"

Kenji was convincing but I was still anxious. I really didn't want to be embarrassing or scarred for life...again. I didn't want to witness my boyfriend struggle under my weight but then again, he was right. He did lift weights far heavier than me. His half alien self did have that extra strength and power. I looked up at him and Kenji gave me the puppy eyes and the pout. I groaned and sighed, he really did look like a kicked puppy. "Please princess of mine, please. Trust me?"

"Finnnne. I'm being serious, baby. I'm trusting you. J-Just a minute, okay?" I stammered anxiously. Kenji's smiled brightened up and without a second of hesitation, his large hands wrapped around my thick thighs and picked me up without a struggle or hassle. My instant reaction was to push him away and stiffened up, but I took a deep breath. Kenji wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands laid comfortably under my thighs. I looked at him expecting a tomato face or something but he seemed..fine. Genuinely content and happy as he rocked from side to side slowly.

" Look at that..I'm not huffing or puffing. Neither am I crumbling. See ,baby trust me. You're as light as a paperclip to me. I can toss you around like a ragdoll if I wanted" Kenji shrugged with a triumphant smirk as his hands climbed up and onto my rear. I flushed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still a lot to get used to but I really liked this. It was nice."Feels good, huh? Plus you're all nice and close to me. I get to kiss you more too"

Kenji spoke softly whiles his lips peppered kisses all over my face. Small flustered giggles left my lips as I leaned into his affection.

"Guess I was too anxious. Thank you, baby. Means alot that you're patient like this. The reassurance means alot as well" I say softly whiles nuzzling my cheek against his cheek. Kenji hummed in satisfaction as well nuzzling against me as well.

"This is nothing, baby. I just wanted you close and for you to be more comfortable in your own skin. I love you so much. All of you. In and out, okay? In fact, I'd like to add to all that chubbiness. Just make you eat even more" Kenji murmured whiles kissing my cheek continously. I giggled and shook my head. We stood like this for a few minutes in a comfortable silence as we exchanged kisses and nuzzles. It was so nice and intimate. The once nervous and anxious air from before seemed to have dissipated as we cuddled in content.

"You know this means I can eat you out in the air now" Kenji murmured with his cheek restint against my head. I clicked my tongue, with a flustered gasp and gently pinched his chest. "Ow! What? Wishful thinking..you know? A little manhandling..come on you know you want to?"

"Kenji Sato!"

"Okay..Okay..I'm sorry..maybe we can try the butterfly position now-"

Thwack

"Ow!O-Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, babygirl. We can talk later hmm?"

[br4tzz]

CLEAN YOUR ACT UP — B.E

billie had been teasing you all throughout tour, you were needy and she knew it. you guys made a bet to see how long you two could go without touching each other or touching yourselves, the deal was whoever lost the other can do whatever they want, not knowing you were gonna fail miserably. 

there you were fingers deep in your pussy, playing with one of your tits. "shitttt"  you moaned in a hushed voice. billie was in the bathroom getting ready and you were sure to have enough time to get off without getting caught. your eyes rolled back as you were on the verge of cumming " oh my god ! " you needed a release oh so bad, was it worth losing? maybe. you were so close that you didn't even notice that bil came out.

"baby did you see where i put my-" "oh," billie said slightly smirking "i fucking knew itttt" practically saying it victory. you jumped up immediately closing your legs ." nuh- huh keep 'em open" she said pushing them open.

"holy fuck you're literally dripping" "were you that horny?" she was teasing.

"shut upp" you giggled.

"lemme help".

"bil you have a show in a bit-" "so?".

"fine." you huffed.

she spread open your pussy lips, catching a bit of arousal. she licked it clean.

she went up and down your slit teasing you a bit. sticking her thumb inside your wet cunt every time, she pressed her thumb on your cilt doing figure 8s.

"you're so pretty.." she breathed. "shitt. to be honest you probably not gonna be able to think after im done with you"

"open"  she said as a string of saliva fell on your tongue.

"good girl"

"holy shit !" you moaned as billie slammed two fingers into your entrance. you were getting overwhelmed and she see that.

"mama you gotta relax". no matter how many times you've done this, you've always gotten to this point. she's just too good.

she started to go faster and rougher. you gripped her arm to gain some type of composer.

'bil- oh fuckk!"

you tried to form a sentence but you could only think about is your girlfriend going deeper in your pussy.

you really couldn't think.

your thighs began to close on billie's arm, she gripped your thigh and pushed them up.

she added a third finger stretching you out. "it f-feels soo good" you cried out. "i know baby" you could just taste the cockiness in her mouth.

"i love you so fucking much" you moaned in a porno type of way.

"jesuss" the sight that billie was seeing made her wanna cum right then and there. oh, how pretty u looked with your makeup all fucked up and tears running down your face.

"baby im gonna cu-" you were cut off by her going at an inhuman speed.

"hmm? you're gonna cum?" you nodded basically giving in to her. "yeah? you're gonna cum all over my fingers?" "billie, billie, baby!" you continuously chant her name. your eyes rolled back as your breathing got heavier.

the knot in your stomach was soon coming undone, legs shaking, toes curling.

with a blink of an eye, it has soon gone.

"wha-" you said opening your eyes very confused.

"mmm you should really fix yourself up," billie said licking your juices off her fingers.

"we gotta leave soon" billie smirked kissing your forehead.

oh, that sneaky bitch.

[risuola]

▶ BOYFRIENDS — two is better than one.

contents: college+roommates!au, alcohol consumption, college party kind of situation, groping mentioned — wc. 845

a/n: you were voting in the poll and picked the stsg protecting the reader from the drunk so there we go! our boys making sure we're safe!

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist

“C’mon cutie, it’s jus’ a dance.”

You’re far from being a mind reader. Sometimes you struggle with getting the point of something someone is telling you straight on, but this time you were sure it wasn’t a dance the man wanted from you.

A thick stench of alcohol saturated the air whenever he was leaning towards you, rendering the oxygen useless because you’d rather suffocate than introduce that toxic waste into your lungs. You were trapped, between the counter in a small, dorm kitchen and a guy you recognized from a sport’s team popular in your college. He’s not the top dog, average at most, but famous nonetheless and apparently such condition turned his ears deaf to any sort of refusal. The small of your back burned in the place where he glued his hand and it wasn’t a pleasant type of burn.

“I’m not gonna dance with you, get away, creep,” you scoffed, frowning upon the stubborn behavior and pressing the open palm of your hand against his chest, trying to put your strength against his own. No luck there, he didn’t budge the slightest.

“Hard to get, huh? I like that,” he grinned and next thing you noticed was a hand on your butt, squeezing the flesh like an orange. You flinched at the feeling, digging your nails into his forearm, doing about as much damage as a little kitten. That’s why you didn’t like college parties. “You sure are a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“Get. Off.” A groan left your throat and your fist clenched to your side. A knee itched to meet his crotch, a drink in your hand begged to be spilled over his stupid face and wash off his stupid smile, maybe even refresh his stinky breath a little.

You thought about violence, your body tensed and muscles contracted, getting ready for a strike, but then, you heard a hum. Soft, melodic, like a cotton and silk, soothing your nerves and making you relax. The sound made you stop; it made the drunk stop as well and your position shifted.

“Does my beautiful mochi have a problem here?”

You could physically feel how Satoru removed the unwanted hand from your rear and the wince on the boy’s face in front of you told you his grip was much heavier than the tone of his voice suggested. Then, your friend wrapped his arms around your waist, effectively pulling you out of the toxic orbit; your back met his wide chest and his chin dropped to rest on your shoulder. His bright blue eyes sized the guy in front of you from above the dark shades he wore that night and you noticed him smiling. It was confident, it was judging and so very challenging. You could tell he wished to get down and dirty with the drunk.

“And you are—?”

“Her boyfriend. Back off.”

“Boyfriend, huh? Bullshit,” the boy scoffed, clearly unable to comprehend the danger he put himself in. He hiccupped drunkenly and then found Suguru in the crowd, pointing at him. “That bitch told my friend her boyfriend is that guy.”

Satoru hummed again, amused, and then chuckled vividly. You felt his embrace tightening protectively around you and his fluffy hair tickling the side of your face. As if summoned, Geto made his way towards you and soon he joined your other side.

“Suguru, this guy over there called our girlfriend a bitch and dared to lay a hand over her ass,” Gojo painted the picture with a sweetly threatening tone and even pouted a little for the added effect.

“Oh yeah?” Brunette mused, raising an eyebrow and you heard a soft crack of his bones when he tilted his head to one side and then the other, stretching his neck. Oh, how menacing. “It can’t be.”

You watched as confusion washed over the features in front of you. The guy was drunk, but it seemed as if the dots were finally connecting in his brain, as if the message was reaching and realization was sinking in — very likely the sound of Suguru’s cracking knuckles made the process much more quick and efficient.

And he crumbled.

The boy shrunk under the set of gazes and tensed atmosphere. Mumbling something incoherent, he backed off, grabbing a can of beer on his way as if pretending to not be bothered when very visibly he was.

You sighed.

An exhale of relief made you wilt a little inside the protective embrace of Satoru’s arms. You felt your body relaxing.

“Thank you. He was damn persistent,” you addressed your friends, smoothing over the hands snaked around your waist and looking up at Suguru.

“Always,” brunette smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, while Satoru nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. Then he bit you, of course he did, but this time you let it slip.

“I’d be persistent too if I saw those tits unattended,” the snow-white mumbled, and Geto immediately nagged him, causing the dramatic roll of blue eyes.

You, on the other hand, laughed.

Those idiots.

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[littlelamy]

𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮

rafe x barry x reader!!

author's note: i know it’s a little early but merry christmas!🎄 and happy holidays to those who don’t celebrate christmas! ❄️ i’m so thankful for all the love i’ve received from my christmas posts this year—it truly means the world to me. i’m beyond grateful to have such kind, supportive mutuals, and so much love from each of you. thank you for being here, and for all your comments, dms, and reblogs! wishing all of you the best for the rest of the season.

it started with a text.

barry: party at mine tonight. bring that pretty ass.

you rolled your eyes when it came through—typical barry, always one step away from being inappropriate—but a smile tugged at your lips anyway. you were used to it by now, the way barry talked, the way he and rafe moved around you like wolves in a lazy orbit.

they were your friends. dangerous, maybe, but never to you.

so, you threw on a pair of jeans and a tight little sweater—something that hugged your curves, though you told yourself you weren’t dressing for them. the trailer park wasn’t exactly the place for your nicest clothes, but you still wanted to look good.

it was christmas eve, after all.

barry’s trailer was a mess of christmas chaos when you got there. lights blinked erratically from every surface, half a tree sat in the corner, and the smell of cheap beer mixed with pine-scented candles in a way that shouldn’t have worked—but somehow did.

rafe was already there, sprawled out on the couch with a beer in hand, his long legs kicked up on the coffee table like he owned the place. he glanced up when you walked in, and his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

“well, look who it is.”

“shut up,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

rafe laughed under his breath, taking another swig from his bottle. his eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, trailing over your sweater and jeans like he was cataloging every curve.

barry appeared a second later, stepping out of the kitchen with his own beer dangling between two fingers. his grin widened when he saw you.

“there’s our girl,” he drawled, his tone syrupy-sweet. “thought you weren’t gonna show.”

“and miss this disaster of a christmas party? no way.”

barry barked out a laugh, motioning for you to sit. “c’mon, make yourself comfortable. we’ve been waitin’ for you.”

something about the way he said it—we’ve been waitin’ for you—made a shiver crawl up your spine, though you quickly pushed it away.

they were just being them.

the night started simple enough.

barry kept shoving drinks into your hand, though you only sipped at them, not wanting to get sloppy. rafe was quieter than usual, though his eyes never left you for long, the weight of his gaze always hovering just at the edge of your awareness.

the three of you sat around the couch, the music low and the lights dim. barry cracked jokes, rafe added his own snarky commentary, and you felt yourself relaxing—laughing, leaning back into the cushions, letting yourself melt into the easy comfort of their company.

but as the night stretched on, things shifted.

the silences between jokes grew longer, heavier.

barry’s gaze lingered a little too long when he handed you another drink, his fingers brushing against yours on purpose. rafe sat closer than he needed to, his arm stretched lazily behind you on the couch.

it was subtle at first—the touches, the looks, the heat slowly building between you.

you tried to ignore it.

they’re just messing with me, you thought. they always do this.

but then barry leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, and said something that made your heart stutter.

“you ever think about us?”

you blinked. “what?”

barry’s grin was lazy, dangerous. “me and rafe. you ever think about us?”

the room went still.

your pulse picked up, heart thudding hard in your chest. “what are you talking about?”

rafe shifted beside you, his fingers curling against the back of the couch. “you know what he’s talkin’ about, baby.”

baby. the word sent a jolt through you, low and warm, settling somewhere deep in your stomach.

“you’re drunk,” you said, trying to laugh it off.

“we’re not drunk,” barry replied smoothly. “we’re just done pretendin’.”

“pretending what?”

rafe’s hand dropped to your shoulder, the weight of it warm and firm as he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur in your ear.

“pretending we don’t know what you want.”

your breath caught.

what i want?

barry’s grin widened when he saw the way you froze, his gaze dropping to the rise and fall of your chest.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a slow drawl. “we’ve seen the way you look at us. the way you squirm when we get close.”

“i don’t—”

“don’t lie to us,” rafe cut in, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh.

your skin burned beneath his touch, even through the denim of your jeans.

“we’ve been real patient,” barry said, his tone still teasing but laced with something darker—something dangerous.“waitin’ for you to figure it out on your own. but we’re done waitin’.”

you swallowed hard, your heart racing as you looked between them.

they’re messing with me, you thought again. they have to be.

but the heat in their eyes said otherwise.

rafe’s hand squeezed your thigh gently—just enough to make you feel it.

“you trust us, don’t you?” he asked softly.

the question hung heavy in the air, and you hated how quickly your resolve cracked. because the truth was—you did trust them.

you didn’t know when it had happened, or how, but somewhere along the way, barry and rafe had become your safe place. your friends. your boys.

and now they were looking at you like they wanted to devour you whole.

barry leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wide as he ran a hand over his jaw, watching you carefully.

“so what’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” he asked. “you gonna let us give you a christmas to remember?”

you hesitated, your breath catching in your throat.

rafe’s thumb brushed slow circles against your thigh, his voice dropping to a murmur.

“say yes, baby. just say yes.”

you couldn’t breathe.

the weight of their words, the intensity of their eyes—it was too much.

“this isn’t funny,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction.

barry chuckled, low and dark, the sound rumbling in his chest like thunder. “who said we were laughin’, sweetheart?”

rafe’s hand on your thigh stayed steady, warm and possessive, like he was claiming you piece by piece. he leaned in closer, his breath fanning against your ear.

“we’re serious, baby. dead serious.”

your heart raced, and you felt like you were sinking—like you were being pulled into something you weren’t sure you could get out of. but the worst part? you didn’t want to stop it.

not really.

you glanced between them—barry, with his sharp grin and predatory gaze, and rafe, with his lazy confidence and quiet intensity. they were so different, yet so alike in the way they looked at you, like you were theirs.

“what do you want from me?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

barry tilted his head, his grin softening into something almost sweet.

“we want you to stop fightin’ it,” he said. “stop pretendin’ you don’t want this.”

“and what is this, exactly?”

rafe’s fingers slid higher on your thigh, his touch light but deliberate, sending heat pooling low in your stomach.

“this,” he murmured. “us. you. everything we’ve been waiting for.”

you shivered. “you’re insane.”

“maybe,” barry agreed easily, his grin returning. “but you like it, don’t you?”

you didn’t answer, because you couldn’t—not when the truth was written all over your face.

rafe leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “c’mere,” he said softly, tugging gently at your thigh.

“what—”

“c’mere, baby,” he repeated, his voice coaxing, almost gentle.

your body moved before your brain caught up, letting rafe guide you into his lap. you straddled him awkwardly, your hands bracing against his shoulders as you tried to ignore the way his body felt beneath you—strong, solid, warm.

barry whistled low, his grin sharp as he watched. “now that’s a sight.”

“shut up, barry,” you muttered, though your voice wavered.

rafe’s hands settled on your waist, his grip firm but careful, like he was holding something delicate. his eyes searched yours, softer than before—softer than you expected.

“you’re okay,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “just trust us, yeah?”

your breath caught. you didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nodded.

rafe’s lips curled into a small smile, and then—slowly, carefully—he leaned in and kissed you.

it wasn’t what you expected.

you thought rafe cameron would kiss like he lived—reckless, wild, and dangerous. but this? this was different. it was slow and deliberate, his lips soft against yours, like he was taking his time, savoring every second.

your fingers curled into his shoulders, holding onto him as the kiss deepened. his tongue traced your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up for him, and you did—letting him in, letting him take.

barry’s voice broke through the haze, low and teasing.

“don’t forget about me, sweetheart.”

you pulled back from rafe, your lips swollen and your breath shaky as you turned to look at barry. he was still sprawled across the couch, but his grin had faded slightly, replaced by something darker—something hungry.

“get over here,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated, glancing back at rafe, who simply smirked, his hands still resting on your waist.

“go on, baby,” he murmured. “don’t keep him waiting.”

your heart pounded as you slid off rafe’s lap, your legs unsteady as you made your way to barry. he watched you the whole time, his gaze heavy, his smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

when you reached him, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down onto his lap in one quick motion. you gasped softly, your hands landing on his chest as you steadied yourself.

“there we go,” barry murmured, his voice low and smooth. “that’s better, ain’t it?”

you swallowed hard, your pulse racing as barry’s hands settled on your hips, his grip rougher than rafe’s.

“you look good here,” he said, his gaze dropping to your lips. “real good.”

you opened your mouth to respond—to say what, you didn’t know—but barry didn’t give you the chance.

he kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours with none of rafe’s earlier softness. it was all teeth and tongue, rough and demanding, like he was trying to claim you right then and there.

you whimpered softly against him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled you closer, his hands sliding up your back, over your sides, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

when he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your head spinning as you looked up at him.

barry grinned, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“knew you’d taste sweet,” he said.

you barely had time to process his words before rafe was behind you, his hands sliding up your arms, over your shoulders, until he was gently pulling you back against his chest.

“see, baby?” rafe murmured in your ear, his voice low and coaxing. “this is what we’ve been waitin’ for.”

you shivered, your body caught between the two of them—the heat of rafe behind you, barry in front of you, their hands and lips and words pulling you deeper into something you couldn’t escape.

but the worst part?

you didn’t want to escape.

you were caught.

you didn’t know when or how it happened, but somewhere between rafe’s soft whispers and barry’s hungry gaze, you had fallen in too deep.

and now? now, you couldn’t seem to find a way out.

rafe’s lips pressed against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver through your body. he was always so controlled—so calm. but tonight? tonight, he was losing himself.

his hands slid down your body, rougher now, as if he couldn’t help himself. you felt the heat of his touch everywhere, like he was marking you with every second you spent in his arms.

“don’t fight it, baby,” rafe whispered, his voice low, almost pleading. “you want this. we both know you do.”

barry’s eyes flicked over to you, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned back against the couch. “you’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, almost to himself. “both of you. but especially you, sweetheart.”

you swallowed hard, your body trembling under the weight of their gazes. the air felt thick—almost suffocating—as the two of them continued their slow, deliberate assault on your senses.

“what do you want?” barry’s voice was like velvet, smooth and dangerous. “tell us, baby. tell us what you want.”

you hesitated, the words stuck in your throat. everything inside you screamed to pull away, to push them both out of your life, to regain control. but there was another part of you—the part that ached for their touch, their attention, their everything—that didn’t want to leave.

“i… i don’t know,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

rafe’s lips curled into a slow smile as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and needy. “we’ll help you figure it out, baby. don’t worry.”

his hands slid to the waistband of your jeans, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric, teasing and light.

barry’s eyes never left you as rafe’s fingers worked at the button. “you’re so fucking tempting,” he muttered. “can’t wait to see you bare for us.”

the words made your pulse spike, heat pooling between your legs as your breath caught in your throat.

before you could even register what was happening, rafe’s hands were slipping beneath your jeans, pulling them down, his fingers lightly grazing your skin as he exposed you piece by piece.

you gasped, feeling the vulnerability of it all—the way they were undressing you without a word, the way you were letting them.

barry pushed himself off the couch, his hands moving to your waist, spinning you around so that you were facing him now. his eyes were dark, filled with something primal as he took in your body, your exposed skin.

“you’re fucking beautiful,” he growled, leaning down to kiss you hard, his hands trailing up your thighs.

you whimpered against him, your hands grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. there was no control left—just raw, desperate need.

rafe’s hand slid up your back, pulling you closer to him as he kissed your shoulder. “don’t forget about me, baby,” he murmured. “we’re not done yet.”

you couldn’t remember a time when you’d felt so alive, so wanted, but at the same time, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all spiraling out of control.

but fuck, it felt good.

barry pulled away from your lips just long enough to yank your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. his gaze flicked down your body, and a dark, dangerous smile spread across his face.

“look at you,” he whispered, his fingers trailing down your chest, teasing your skin. “fucking perfect.”

you couldn’t even respond. your body was on fire, and all you wanted was for them to touch you, to claim you.

rafe’s hands were at your back now, undoing your bra with practiced ease. as the fabric slid away, he kissed your neck, his lips moving down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

barry watched, his eyes never leaving you as rafe took his time with you, each touch slow and deliberate.

“how does it feel, baby?” barry asked, his voice low, teasing. “to have both of us wanting you? wanting to make you ours?”

the question was too much. you couldn’t think. you couldn’t speak. all you could do was feel—feel their hands on you, their lips on your skin, their voices filling your ears.

“please,” you whimpered, the word falling from your lips without thought. “please, I need—”

“need what?” rafe’s voice was a low growl, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. “tell us, baby. what do you need?”

“you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “i need you both.”

and that was all it took.

in an instant, they were both on you—hands everywhere, lips everywhere, their bodies pressing you between them as they devoured you.

you didn’t know how it happened, how things spiraled from teasing and tension into full-blown chaos, but it didn’t matter. none of it did.

all that mattered was them, and how fucking badly you wanted to be theirs.

"merry christmas to us," barry smirks, his hand grazing your bare skin as if testing just how soft you feel under his touch. his eyes flick to rafe, whose gaze is already fixed on you, heated and intent, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern along your hip like he’s memorizing every curve.

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[hsunrry]

app // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: based on this request.

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words: ~800

warnings: smut18+, edging, toy using, squirting

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“so how is this working exactly?” you asked, watching him kneeling down in front of you with small vibrator with two vibrating ends.

“it’s easy babe.” he grinned, showing you two ends on the silicone, thick thread. “one of this is going inside the sweet pussy of yours and the other end is going on your clit.”

“i figured that much smartass, i mean the app.” you said, smiling slightly at him.

“right, so the app i have on my phone can control speed of the vibrations, intensity and pulsations.” you bite inside of your cheek only at thought of that. why did you even agreed to that, knowing you both are going to meet with your friends later? because for some reason it excites you. like the single thought how sensitive your core is to vibrations and that Harry knows that perfectly, of course. “can i put it inside now? i want to test it.” you nodded, looking down at him kneeling this whole time. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, so you opened your legs for him. small gasp escaped your lips when he pushed one of the ends inside you. the other one went between your folds, directly on your clit. “how does it feel?”

“normal i guess, it’s not like it’s big or something.” you shrugged. you putted back panties on yourself, watching him going up from his knees.

“so the challenge will be over when you come, but don’t think i’ll let you do that easily. you’ll be edging whole day because of it, i know your body language too well, so i know exactly when you’ll be about to do that.” he smiled, cupping one of your cheeks with his large hand, looking down at you. “so let’s test it, shall we?” you nodded, watching him pulling out his phone. he opened the app and that’s where the fun begin. he clicked something, your legs immediately crossed and you let out a moan. you looked at him. “you’ll have to be quiet baby. we’re going to do some grocery first, remember?” he grinned, intensifying the vibrations. your breath went slightly heavier, but you didn’t made a sound anymore. “that’s more like it.” he smiled, adding some settings, that you could feel were getting you to the edge quickly. you tilted your head back, biting inside of your cheek. just when it was about to happen, he turned it off completely. you groaned.

“it’s a torture.” you pouted, looking up at him. he chuckled softly, leaning down to peck your lips.

“exactly.” he grinned. after an hour or so you were walking through aisles. Harry was reading you shopping list on his phone, pushing cart in meantime. when you were reaching for something he smirked and pushed the highest settings on the app, making you moan in the middle of the aisle. you covered your mouth immediately with your hand and you looked at him with wide eyes. “what happened, honey?” he asked innocently, going behind you and pressing his chest to your back. your breath went heavier and your legs crossed, looking for release. you were getting closer with each second, but again, just when you were about to finish he turned off the toy completely.

“having fun?” you looked up at him, clearly disappointed that you didn’t get your release again. he nodded with a smile, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. you had this vibrator inside you for almost whole day now. he was edging you with it couple of times and you were getting closer faster with each time. around 8 pm you both made it to your friends house. you ate some pizza with them, laughing and talking since you haven’t seen each other for a long time. Harry was sitting with you on the couch with his hand placed on your thigh. you watched him taking his phone to his hand and you knew what’s gonna happen. you pressed your thighs together and somehow you managed to swallow a moan. “i’ll use a bathroom.” you said through clenched teeth, excusing yourself. you quickly went to the bathroom, clenching your hands on the edge of the sink. your breath was heavy and your legs started shaking. god please, don’t let him turn off this fucking app right now. you were so close, moaning quietly and tilting your head back. you came, finally, but there was one problem. you squirted, wetting your green summer dress and floor under you. after few seconds, after you calm down from intense orgasm and your legs stopped shaking, you pulled out your phone to text him.

“we have a problem.”

[angelbaby-fics]

Thanksgiving (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Cg!Stucky x Little!Reader

Word Count: 850

(part 1)

A/N: And here's part two!! I tried to pack it full of cozy fluff because thats what I've been needing lately 💕 I hope you guys like this & hopefully I'll have more soon!

“So, what's the verdict?” Bucky whispered to Steve as the two of you emerged from your bedroom. 

“We’re going to say hello,” Steve replies.

“All three of us?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Oh, Buck, not you too. It took me long enough to convince this one.” “Kidding!” Bucky laughed, ruffling your hair. “It's gonna be fun, right babydoll?” 

You nodded. Steve carried you to the front door, setting you down on the bench to help you put on your shoes. As he tied them, Bucky secured your hat onto your head, pulling it a little too far over your eyes. You giggled as you waited for him to pull it back up like he always did; when he did, he greeted you with a smile.

“Alright, ready to rock baby?” Bucky asked.

“Mhm!” You nodded, reaching your arms up to him. 

Bucky picked you up and carried you to the car, strapping you into your car seat while Steve started the car and turned the heat on. 

“Do you want me to sit with you, or do you want alone time on the drive?” “Lone time, please,” you answered, and so Bucky planted a kiss on your forehead before getting into the front passenger seat beside Steve. 

The drive was peaceful, your daddies’ quiet voices just audible above the soft jazz drifting from the car stereo. The holiday meant traffic was scarce, so the journey to Tony’s place didn’t take quite as long as it usually did. Still, you used this time just to breathe and think. You fidgeted with the stuffie attached to your car seat, running your fingers over its silken ears to soothe yourself. You knew you weren’t going to be at 100% social battery today and that was okay, you just needed enough energy to get through it without pushing yourself too far. As you pulled into Tony’s driveway, Steve ran through your gameplan. 

“I’ll do most of the socializing, alright? All you two need to do is say hi to your friends and thank Tony and Pepper for inviting us.” Bucky rolled his eyes before Steve added “I saw that!”

Bucky got you out of your car seat and carried you up to the front door, one hand cradling you in his arms and the other holding Steve’s hand. Steve knocked on the door and it quickly opened to warm light, lively chatter, and the smell of home cooked food.

Steve hugged Tony, quick to say hello and explain the situation. You’d all be staying for just a bit, not for dinner, but that you were happy to be there nonetheless. Tony was more than understanding, no stranger to not wanting to be around other people sometimes. When you entered the main party space, Steve broke off from your trio to make his rounds, hugging everyone he recognized and introducing himself to everyone he didn’t. Meanwhile, Bucky carried you over to the food table, grabbing some snacks for the two of you to munch on while you waited to leave. 

It really wasn’t such a bad time. You sat on the couch curled up into Bucky’s side, your head resting on his pecs, his vibranium arm protectively wrapped around you while you enjoyed some of the homemade fudge that Bruce had brought. Bucky chatted with Sam on the couch, occasionally pausing to say hi to an acquaintance as they walked by, citing you on his chest as the reason why he couldn’t get up and mingle like Steve was. You’d wave at them and give a little smile, your greetings getting slightly less enthusiastic as the evening went on. 

You weren’t getting antsy; on the contrary, where you were afraid the party would overload your senses, you found it actually soothed them. Everyone you loved was gathered together yet still giving you space, respectful of your energy. You had delicious snacks in your tummy and the taste still lingered on your tongue. The light in Tony’s home was tinged with soft orange as the sun started to set, and your eyelids started to feel heavier. Bucky’s fingers combed through your hair, his chest rising and falling and soothing you like a rocking chair. Even at a party full of people, surrounded by love, you felt safe enough to sleep. You’d just drifted off by the time Steve came back around, having successfully mingled with everyone there. 

“Ready to head out?” He asked his husband.

“Shh… this party animal’s sleeping,” Bucky replied, putting a finger to his lips. 

He carefully lifted you from the couch, keeping your position mostly the same as he transferred you fully into his arms. The three of you made your way to the front door, your daddies waving at the other party guests who cooed at your precious sleeping self. 

“Same time next year?” Tony joked as he held the front door open for your family.

“Of course! And thanks for having us,” Steve replied, hugging his friend.

Your head perked up from Bucky’s shoulder, bleary eyed as you remembered your very important mission.

“Tank you Uncle Tony!” You said sleepily, waving as you were carried back to the car.

[raekensluver]

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october 27th | fred weasley x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, fingering, begging, multiple orgasms, fred's a little out of character, porn without plot.

word count: 1.1k

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"fred, please," you gasped, your voice breathless and whiny. "i need you."

fred's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at you, your body trembling beneath his touch. his hand trailed down your side, leaving a fiery path in its wake. "what do you need, love?" he murmured, his voice low and gruff.

you couldn't form coherent words, only whimpers and pleas. i need you to… make me cum," you finally managed, your cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and want.

fred's grin grew wolfish as he took in the sight of you. "you're so eager," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. he leaned down to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to make you gasp. "what's got you so worked up?"

you arched into his touch, your nails digging into his back. "you," you moaned, your voice thick with need. "always you."

fred chuckled against your skin, his breath warm and tickling. he traced his lips along your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that made your heart race even faster. "you know i'll give you what you want," he whispered, his hand sliding up to cup your breast. his thumb flicked over your nipple, making you moan and squirm.

his other hand traveled down between your thighs, his fingers finding their way to your soaking wet entrance. he teased the sensitive skin around it, watching the way your eyes rolled back with every touch. "so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "you really do want it, don't you?"

you nodded frantically, your hips bucking up to meet his hand. "yes," you whined, your voice barely above a whisper. "please, fred."

his fingers slid inside of you with ease, and you felt your muscles clench around them as if trying to hold on. your nails scraped down his back, leaving red marks as you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming. "that's it," he encouraged, his own breathing growing heavier. "let me hear how much you want me."

you couldn't help the whines that escaped your throat, each one sounding more pitchy than the last. your hips rolled in time with his strokes, and you could feel your climax building, like a storm waiting to break. your eyes remained locked on his, the brown of his irises seemingly burning into yours as he watched your reactions with hungry intensity.

"more," you begged, your voice hoarse and needy. fred's grin grew wider as he added another finger, curling them inside you in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. you felt yourself tighten around him, and he responded by pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm that had you on the edge.

his thumb found your clit and began to rub slow circles, his touch feather-light yet so intense it was almost painful. your hips bucked upwards, trying to get more friction, more everything. "right there," you whispered, your eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. fred's chuckle was the only response, his movements never faltering, his fingers never leaving your most sensitive spots.

suddenly, you felt the pressure building, your orgasm rising like a tidal wave. "i'm gonna…" you moaned, your voice trailing off as you tried to hold onto the sensation. fred's grip on your hip tightened, his other hand squeezing your breast as he whispered, "let go, love. i've got you."

with a keening cry, you did. your body shuddered and arched off the bed, your muscles spasming around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. fred didn't stop, his movements relentless, pushing you further into the abyss of pleasure until you were a trembling, boneless mess beneath him.

"please," you gasped, your voice a needy whine. "please, fred, i can't…" but you could, and you did. again and again, your orgasms rolling into one endless crescendo of ecstasy. his name was a chant on your lips, a prayer to the gods of desire that he never stop.

his fingers were relentless, driving into you, curling and stroking until you thought you would lose your mind. your nails dug into his shoulders, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trying to hold on to him as if he were a lifeline in a storm. your eyes squeezed shut, you felt the room spin, and all that existed was the heat of his body, the pressure of his touch.

"more," you begged, your voice barely audible, your throat raw from the constant stream of pleas. "please, fred, more." your desperation was palpable, a living entity in the room that seemed to feed off the tension coiled within you.

without a word, fred's fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. his thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had your entire body tightening like a coil ready to spring. "yes," you hissed, your eyes flying open to meet his, the pupils blown wide with pleasure. "right there," you whispered, your voice a pleading mantra.

his free hand slid up your body to cradle your face, his thumb brushing the wetness from your cheek. "you're so beautiful when you cum," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "so fucking beautiful." his words were a gentle caress against the chaos of sensations overwhelming you.

you couldn't help but whimper at the praise, your chest heaving with the effort of breathing. your eyes searched his, looking for a sign that he was as lost in this as you were. his gaze was dark and intense, his pupils blown wide with need. "please," you begged, your voice hoarse from the screams you hadn't realized you'd been letting out.

fred leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers inside you. you moaned into his mouth, your tongue dancing with his as you felt yourself building towards another peak. your hips rocked up to meet his hand, desperation fueling your movements.

his thumb moved faster on your clit, the pressure increasing until you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion once more. you clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "i'm close," you murmured against his lips, your voice barely recognizable.

his response was to plunge his fingers deeper, his thumb never ceasing its merciless onslaught. your muscles tightened around him, your body coiling tighter and tighter until suddenly, you shattered. your back bowed off the bed and your legs spasmed as you broke apart from him. the orgasm was a white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to go on forever, consuming every inch of you, leaving you boneless and trembling.

when the waves of pleasure finally subsided, you lay there, panting and weak, your eyes half-closed and your body slack. fred's hand was still between your legs, his fingers gently stroking your sensitive flesh, his thumb resting lightly on your clit, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through you. he kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours, his breath mingling with your own.

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[jiminrings]

four seven eight, phase three: intermission 02.

wordcount: 2k

glimpse: yoongi's never thought of having a family before — until now.

alternatively, yoongi rethinks what he could've had with you while babysitting hwayoung.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale — complete series masterlist, from phase 1 to 3 ]

“Why would I refuse to look after Hwayoung?” Yoongi had uttered then, his voice still groggy after being rudely awakened by your call, even if he knows he’s set up your contact to bypass every do not disturb mode that his phone has. “She’s your kid.”

The call that you had made with Yoongi in an ungodly hour (atleast for him as a bachelor) is what made you end up at his doorstep with baggage that’s heavier than both of you combined, his whole house rearranged, and his life completely changed.

Hwayoung, even if she only kissed you and Jungkook goodbye with no tears at all just this morning, is a different person altogether now that Yoongi’s trying to get her to sleep.

“Come get your milk, sweetheart,” he coaxes once again, dangling the bottle in front of Hwayoung for her to take. He knows she’s attentive enough for her to deliberately ignore him, and Yoongi chuckles in remembrance of your stubbornness.

He leans on the couch for the meantime, hand still outstretched for Hwayoung to take her bottle from in the event that she listens to him. Yoongi’s not frustrated, not at all — if anything, he just feels a little incompetent.

He can’t be stern with your daughter and he can’t fool her either. He can’t devise a foolproof plan for anything and yet you trust him with her still, your only instructions to him detailing about her feeding times.

Yoongi’s inexperienced at this compared to Jungkook. He’s at the bottom of the food chain and if the only fight that existed in his life was to look after Hwayoung the best, then Jungkook would’ve eaten him right up and spat him out.

Yoongi gets it: he’s neither a husband nor a father. He doesn’t have the instincts that Jungkook bears for both of his girls and the realization of that refuses to settle in his stomach. 

“What’s going on, hm?” he asks Hwayoung as soon as she settles down beside him, wordlessly taking the bottle from his hand. It may have only took half an hour and an enormous amount of pleading from him (along with a hundred other thoughts of how if this was Jungkook, he could’ve easily had Hwayoung already sleeping at a snap), but Yoongi gives himself leeway.

“Is my Young-ie feeling down?” he hums, seeing the small frown on her lips that he can’t attribute to her bouncing around the walls.

Yoongi’s heart stings for a second looking at your daughter like this, but he convinces himself that this was the best possible decision at the moment — that he’s the best possible fail-safe you can run to.

“Mama. Appa,” she lists, wiggling her feet as she sighs. Hwayoung’s a little restless but she can’t be blamed, the anticipating eyes that follow Yoongi after she uttered your names making him feel a little guilty.

He’d make both you and Jungkook appear (and maybe even reconcile, but his pride doesn’t want that that yet) in front of her if only he could do that.

“I know, sweetheart. They’re gonna come get you soon though!”

Hwayoung’s eyes widen at the promise of soon.

Yoongi doesn’t feel like himself as he looks at her. He feels like he’s floating in the sense that he doesn’t actually know what he’s doing and that he’s running on something he can’t place a finger on; something less than instinct yet more than obligation.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing or if he’s even doing anything correctly, but even as he’s sat on the floor with his phone face-up and his mother on speed dial to ask what he should do about Hwayoung, simply because Yoongi’s pride can’t stand bothering you and adding to your burdens, Yoongi can grasp for a second on what it feels like to have a little human depend on him.

To have a little human who regularly asks him questions he usually doesn’t have answers to, except for now.

“Don’t — don’t love me?” Hwayoung pieces together, her brows furrowed together as she tries to gauge for an answer.

“That’s nonsense, Young-ie,” Yoongi immediately refutes Hwayoung, the answer he’s giving her now being the most absolute thing he’s ever been sure of. “They love you. Like thiiiis much,” he coos, spreading his arms wide. “They just have to leave for awhile because they love you enough not to-…”

Yoongi pauses, not because he’s unsure of his explanation to the child, but because said child takes his widened arms as an invitation for a hug.

He can wrap his head around how Hwayoung is yours, but he can’t go over the fact that she isn’t his.

“Not to put you in the middle of everything,” he adds belatedly, clearing his throat as he pats Hwayoung on the head gently, softly, because he doesn’t know how to react.

Hwayoung doesn’t question the cautiousness that Yoongi takes with patting her head and taking the empty bottle away from her. She doesn’t question the softness in his tone as he explains why you and Jungkook can’t be there for her. 

Even as Yoongi tries to move as slowly as he could to try and tidy up the floor without breaking her hug, but ultimately failing, which leads him to stand up completely to get to work, Hwayoung doesn’t question him.

“Miso’s napping already. You wanna join her?” he asks, pointing to the sleeping cat at the corner of his sofa that she’s definitely turned into her scratching post. 

Hwayoung frowns at the cat she usually has the most endearing eyes for, and by then, Yoongi wants to call Jungkook.

He doesn’t want to call you or his mom or any maternal figure he can run to, but he wants to call Jungkook instead. Yoongi, despite his enormous pride, wants so badly to call your husband and ask him what he should do because he knows the little girl best.

He wants to give up his couch to Miso who’s threatened to kill him four separate times today. He wants to give up his house slippers to every block that Hwayoung plays with so atleast something of his is indented with the memory that a child, your child, had made his walls shake with laughter as he mistakenly steps on the tiny toys. 

Yoongi wants to give up his pride to Jungkook just so he’d know how to remove the indescribable frown on Hwayoung’s face.

“Gi?” she calls, trying his name again because she can’t understand honorifics just yet. “Yoongi?” she asks softly, arms outstretched as if she’s reaching for the sun. “Up, please.” 

Yoongi doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know anything about being a dad in the slightest, but with the way his heart tugs and how his eyes soften and how his arms immediately curl by the pressure, Yoongi wants to believe otherwise, no matter how delusional he feels. 

Hwayoung doesn’t ask why he immediately carries her like he’s being timed for a world record, and she doesn’t ask either why Yoongi’s eyes are glassy.

“You really, really look like your appa,” he mutters, voice lilting to a chuckle as his eyes glaze over his poor attempt at making pigtails. “But you have the heart of your mama, don’t you?” 

Hwayoung smiles at the mention of your name, cheeks squishing as she presses her head to Yoongi’s shoulder in the same way she does with Jungkook.

Hwayoung’s so tiny this way. So unguarded yet at the same time, secure in Yoongi’s arms.

He’s not a dad so he wouldn’t know about Jungkook’s late night feedings and diaper changes, nor would he know about your husband’s sleep deprivation and constant grappling for his identity outside of being Hwayoung’s dad.

He doesn’t know that the constant turmoil that unfolds within him as the temporary guardian of your child grows tenfold as her actual parent. He doesn’t know the insecurity that you and Jungkook possess because nobody, not even Hwayoung herself, knows how dim you feel being surrounded by such light.

Yoongi doesn’t know shit. He doesn’t know what it feels like having somebody waiting for him at home or how it feels to live and exist for anyone else outside of himself. He knows nothing and yet at the opportunity for him to somehow stand in as Jungkook, a small part of him grows tired at feeling clueless.

A much, much larger part of him grows jealous of Jungkook.

What Yoongi feels but doesn’t know to himself is that Hwayoung no longer weighs anything to him. She doesn’t physically weigh in the same way a child in daycare would weigh to a teacher, and she doesn’t weigh as the baby you put in his arms when you allowed your closest friends to see her.

Yoongi’s familiar with Hwayoung to the point that he’s neither afraid to hold her nor paranoid to support her neck; to the point that Yoongi doesn’t get annoyed that Hwayoung’s hands are sticky like every other toddler’s from playing with toys, or that his shirt is somehow stained too without knowing the exact reason why.

Yoongi just feels, even if he doesn’t know, that he wants a family.

He doesn’t know the specifics. He doesn’t know when he’ll settle down or how much of his career would he sacrifice. He doesn’t know how he’ll balance everything or how great he’d be in being attuned to his partner. 

He doesn’t know how he’ll go about being a dad yet he’s scared shitless. 

“You’re really her kid, Young-ie,” Yoongi whispers, poking her cheek softly.

If only Yoongi had acted a little faster — if only he had come into terms sooner that what he felt for you was already serious and wasn’t just a pastime after spending so much time with you, then Jungkook wouldn’t have beat him to it.

Yoongi could’ve been in Jungkook’s place. 

He could’ve been Hwayoung’s dad, even.

The tiny, rational part of him makes him rethink if Hwayoung would even be Hwayoung without Jungkook in the picture at all, but he shoves that picture into the back of his mind. Instead, Yoongi cups his hand as he tries to get your daughter to sleep in his arms.

The large, irrational part of him comes into terms with the fact that even if Hwayoung is solely herself because of you and Jungkook — he doesn’t mind being her family at all.

[ukininayu]

0UT LIKE A LIGHT. —SATORU GOJO.

SYNOPSIS. Realization truly hit you hard. Only a shame it didn't hit him to realize the damage he's done.

CW. Modern!au. CEO!Gojo.

WC. 1688

A/N. I need sleep. Why is there sigma in my maths. No actually, STATISTICS. wgat the fuck is taht n why am I looking for SIGMA. 😞 I might actually fail this quarter cause I've failed almost every quiz, though my performances are PEAK. But ugh im not gonna be an honor student oh god. Ion wanna get smacked n get my door n phone taken away ugh 😣 update. there is no phone to get cause..heh..i broke it

What good is a luxurious estate for two if he never comes home?

All you can do to feel closure is to lay on the king sized bed and reminisce what it feels like to lay and be with him again.

But reminiscing isn't the right word. You can't deny that the majority of times like these all you really try to do is to try and remember what it feels.

It's not like Gojo left you. You don't think he has plans on leaving you; after all, he does drain and drown himself with work for his family. For you.

But then again.

What good is spoiling you if he isn't even there to accompany you in buying things and having fun? You feel guilty for being so ungrateful.

Poor Gojo is only doing what he has to. He has heavier weights on his shoulders than you ever will! You should be happy you can go wherever you want whenever you want instead of having to balance a big corporation by a big clan and a relationship, unlike him.

But he himself isn't balancing it all too well.

.

..

...

You just miss your husband. You're not trying to be a brat. It's not your fault you think he needs to spend a little more time with you.

...

Whining about your problems in your own mind won't help. It'll probably make it worse.

You realize every problem would all just water down to the same question,

"What good?"

What good is spending countless date nights together surrounded by art materials, you and him work and make memories while making a love journal,

"Satoru, that's too much supplies!" You scold your partner. The sight of him carrying two bags full of art materials making you concerned about how much money he spent on such silly things. He laughs at your reaction, taking your hand and walking in your dorm and to your room, setting the bags down on the fluffy carpet beside your bed.

"Nothing to worry about, sweets. Money is the least of poor worries." Gojo assures you, sitting down and pulling you next to him. "C'mon now, let's start making the journal already! I've been waiting for this moment for ages! "

Only for him to never engage in any dates you, or even himself had planned?

"Evenin' Toru... Are you free for tonight? You know we have a date. Ev'n marked it on our calendar, you know." Another sent right to the voicemail. It's the 5th one by now. It's well past the time of your reservation yet you still hope. One last time. One more try before you give up and change out of your clothes and pull out wine.

"If you can't come it's.. Alright. I—.. We can still plan another one anytime, like you said the last time. And the last. Before that, too—.. Ah, forget it. I'm sorry for sounding mad. Uh, please just. Uhm. Don't drown yourself with work, Satoru. It's bad for you." For us. "Goodnight, 'Toru. Wake me up if you come back or uh.. Text me if you can't. Bye. I love you."

What good were the long early morning walks with your hands holding, fingers intertwined as you and him walk over to a café to grab coffee (Gojo gets hot chocolate instead, disliking the bitter taste of coffee.) And take a seat at the park yapping each other's ears off as you both make a bucket list, sharing a pen and writing down your dreams in the love journal both of you created,

After Gojo finishes writing down what he wants to do with you and adding it on the bucket list, you take the pen he was offering and write down yours. Your eyes scan the almost-filled bucket list and end up in the latest one Gojo wrote. "♡Start a family!♡" in bold letters with hearts and rainbows all around the words.

"Really planning ahead huh, 'Toru?" You huff out a laugh and look at him, the faint blush he has makes you want to attack his cheeks with kisses. "With all those hearts too!"

"You can't tell me you haven't thought of it." He fights back. But he's right..you really can't tell him that. "With you, I wouldn't mind starting a family." "Awh. Come on, sweets.. Give me a clear answer!" "Okay, okay! Yes. I do want to start a family with you, better?"

"Imagine what our child would look like, I wonder whose hair color they would get.. Can't I just br—" with already a blushing face, you get more red. "Satoru! We're in college and in public. You can't just blurt that out!"

If he doesn't even make time from the both of you to cross out at least one word in the list?

Though it's pathetic, you still hold the feeling of nostalgia. Your prime. Yours and his prime, when you were the couple of the campus. You hold those memories dearly.

You wouldn't mind rummaging through the old boxes on the very corners of the attic to find something to hold on to. No matter how much dust, insects, and heat tries to go to you, you will do it for the journal.

So you do.

After an hour or two did you finally find it. Old and dusty, but still in pretty good shape for a book that stayed in such a place for such a time.

You get jumped by the first page of the journal.

"Bucket list! <3"

the list went on. It filled the whole page. Front to back, even. From "Bahamas!" To "try every damn fast food restaurant fry."

Each word came with a good remembrance of the times you or him wrote the words down, each little memory having it's own adorable conversation between you two.

But each word forced you to remember each rejected and ignored plan you had and shared with your dear Satoru.

"They called me for a meeting. I'm busy."

"Please, sweets. You know how hard it is for me to get a day off."

"I'm tired."

Excuses on and on and on. He knows those excuses don't make you any less sad, yet he still does it. Does he do it to spite you and your pathetic attempts? Does he know how cruel he is? Trying to slip and dodge every piece of affection thrown at him. As if being neglected by your own lover isn't bad enough!

What good are passing those old crumpled papers the both of you passed to each other way back in highschool, old papers filled with little names for your future children, even a whole reason about the name,

Expecting Satoru to pass you the paper back with a reply, he instead puts it under his notebook and pulls out another piece of paper, scribbling something out with big letters before covering your view with another book of his. Huh, weeirrrddd.

A few minutes later, he grabs your attention by nudging his boot against your sandal under the table, sliding the paper to you when you give him a glance.

"NAMEZZ! 𖤐𖨆"

• nouitzki. Nowitzki?? Idk

➥ sounds rich asf. Matching name = status righhhtt?? keh heh. :p

You look at him again, and he looks at you. He looks genuine. The way Gojo looks while he waits for you to write something down, his body nearly facing yours as he rests his face on his palm. Mouthing out a "c'mon.." with a smile on his face.

if sleeping with him in the same room without his call ringtone disturbing him and you every three seconds is such a rare event?

Why does he keep prioritizing such useless calls from whoever the fuck politician, celebrity, or another nepo baby is calling?

"Satoru... r' they calling again? It looks so dark outside n' late.. Can't they take a break.." You groan as your eyes still try to get used to the light from the sudden open lamp, you feel your lover hug you tightly and kiss your forehead before he sighs. "Yes, sweets, they are.. M' sorry."

Gojo sounds like he dreads responding to the caller. He is. He keeps his arms tight around you and his lips on your skin, letting the ringtone go off for a few seconds before carefully sitting up and reaching for his vibrating phone.

You don't bother listening in the conversation after that and continue sleeping, only waking up when you feel his lips against your forehead again, whispering apologies before walking out the room.

You want to remind him about the words that came out of his lying little mouth just a few hours ago, about how he'll stay till sunrise, but you know he's also tired and telling him that will just make him feel like shit. So you don't. You still love him, after all.

..

... Yeah.

back then, people noticing his absence whenever you went to events or parties alone felt good, the thought of your acquaintances expecting you with him or vice versa gives you the feeling of bliss.

but now.. oh wow.

everywhere you go, questions bringing up your husband's absence would endlessly haunt you. sure hurts like a bitch.

how cruel it is to actually know by experience that bullshit as simple as a family corporation can break love you thought only death could break apart.

you cant do this anymore.

Gojo doesn't completely try to ignore you, but you realize the more you and him aren't together, the more the relationship feels like downgrading to a simple friendship.

its not just his ignorance, no.

As time passes by he becomes a complete stranger.

the mutual interests you both loved would fade, and he would pour his stress on you. though not screaming matches, fortunately, it was words that were equipped with armour and swords, aiming straight to the heart.

you make a plan instead.

if he loves leaving you behind without notice, you would to.

fuck a letter.

maybe someday he would get back to his senses, maybe one day you and him would meet again.

A/N. Chat I accidentally posted this twice instead of saving it as draft. Am I cooked 😞also im so sorry if there are any repeated like situations n stuff i do not beta read n i dont have time to see errors oh and the ending was rushed. i do not know how to end a story im sorry also ts ws started on oct 2. ive put all tears and sweat and blood to keep continuing

[xrag-dollx]

{~Sensual Waves~}

alive!Tate x fem!reader

Summary: Tate and you went out for a walk to the beach at night. The campfire whispered some unspoken desires ...

Warnings: smut, fingering (fem!receiving)

A/N: this has no proper plot, a lil messy imagine that went straight to my mind so 🙃

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The air, impregnated with the scent of a fading summer and the saltiness of the sea. The campfire and the crashing waves having a conversation so deep, it drowns the sounds of the night. Tate wanted to take you on a date outside, in the night, beneath a star-filled sky and a full moon. Where nobody would disturb you. A cozy spot was just nearby his house. A beach, with sand so smooth it just melts under your feet, makes you feel you'd be weightless for a moment. You both sat there for a while, watching the fire dancing vividly, as Tate sat beside you, snuggled into you. His body warmth resonated a feeling of security, something you were longing for so long. You were sure Tate was the one who'd give you everything.

Tate gently placed a trace of warm kisses along your neck, your mind was fading away as it became one with the moment. Your eyes were shut, your hands were locked with his as you felt how eager he became, his breath got heavier, his soft breaths turned into groans and his kisses became sloppy signs of attention. He gently pushed you down onto the soft blanket, his lips never leaving your delicate skin. You agreed with a shy giggle as he responded likewise with a giggle. Suddenly, you felt how Tate's hand was creeping underneath your skirt, it made you jolt as your hand shot to Tates, your eyes met Tate's immediately with furrowed brows, you weren't sure about his move.

"Heey...relax, okay? You're gonna be fine, just..."

Tate cooed, as he continued to spoil your neck with kisses, his hand was soon reaching the wet entrance of yours, a smile appeared on his face like he found the jackpot. His slender pointer finger slowly caressed your clothed entrance, your panties were soaked already, a sign you were enjoying this a lot...or even too much. He got you caught in the act.

"I see...you're actually enjoying this, don't you?"

Tate spoke, your eyes were meeting his, you bit your bottom lip, cheeky but mixed with shyness...

"I don't wanna hurt you...or push you to anything you don't want to...I just want to make you feel good..."

Tate whispered, his hand cupped your face as he carresed that cold and soft flesh of your cheeks. You responded with a smile, your lips were meeting his as you ignited a hot kiss, your tongue entered his mouth, tasting him let your desire just grow. A soft breeze was combing your hair, strands of yours got tangled in between his fingers as he still held your face like it was the most fragile thing to hold.

Tate cupped one of your breasts as he knead it slowly with his veiny hand, a breathy moan left your throat, a clear sign for him to go further. His hand wandered from your breast down between your legs, he broke the kiss for a moment and locked his eyes with yours, you nodded in response as his fingers pushed away the wet fabric to unveil your pussy. You now sat between Tate's legs as he gently began to spread your legs for more access. You began to get more comfortable, you started to relax. The warm fire in front of you radiated a very pleasant heat, it was so cozy...

Tates head was resting on your shoulder, his fingers softly stroke the outer parts of your wet pussy, as he spread your juice smoothly over your pussy. You could tell he enjoyed playing around with your lips, as he softly massages or even plucks them. Your eyes were closed as you responded with silent moans. You became wetter and wetter the more he was stroking you. Your clit was heavily swollen and pretty sensitive. He added his thumb to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves while he carresed your lips with his index and pointer finger. You bit your bottom lip as your arousal was growing by every minute, your groans became louder and unsteady...

"Hmmgh...fuck, Tate"

You groaned, your hand was gripping his knee, your legs began to twitch.

"It's okay baby...let go...just...trust me"

He murmured into your ear, his warm breath was resting in the shell of your ear, his quiet voice so soothing yet arousing. Tate's pointer finger entered your swollen pussy, moving it in and out in an aching slow pace. His other hand reached down to spoil your clit with, slow, circling rubs while the other one was doing wonders inside of you with his fingers. Squelching sounds got mixed with the noises of waves chrashing into another in the distance and the crackling fire before you. A familiar feeling was slowly building up in your stomach, your grip onto Tate's knee became tighter and obscene moans stumbled out of your mouth. Tate's fingers became faster, as he hammered them almost mercilessly into your cunt.

"Ah-...Tate...I'm!!"

You exclaimed as you reached your high with a drawn out moan. Your breath was heavy, your mouth was dry but your lust was quenched.

Your juice was running out of your pussy, Tate released some quiet moans himself. He pulled his wet fingers out of you, as he brought his cum-covered fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry with a lustful hum.

"Damn, you taste so good..."

Tate whispered, his lips collided with yours, the sweet taste of yourself was still lingering on his tongue. To you, a random possibility to taste yourself, and it wasn't that bad at all.

Tate hugged you tightly, as the night invited you to simply fall asleep outside.

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[03jyh23]

🩶⌇nights like these┆choi san

established relationship, idol!san x gn!reader

│synopsis: the one where you are san's priority

│genre: hurt/comfort

│trigger warnings: descriptions of chronic illness, pain, nausea, and emotional distress

│words: 2.4 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! this one is a requested work that is very important to me! the person who requested it shared their struggles with me, so i put a lot of care and effort into writing this piece. i hope it brings them comfort and resonates with anyone else going through similar challenges. thank you for trusting me with your story. ♡

love, monika ♡

you: sannie, im sorry but im not gonna make it tonight, have fun! love you x

You barely typed out the message and leaned deeper into the soft pillows. You hated feeling that way, feeling completely out of control of your own body. It was as if your own flesh and bones had turned against you, conspiring to ruin the moments you had been looking forward to. Another rush of nausea hit you, stronger this time, and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around yourself, trying to find some semblance of comfort. The persistent and haunting question lingered in your mind: Why were you so out of control? You wished you could muster the strength to push through, to be by San's side, but tonight, your body had other plans. You were helpless against a body that sabotaged all your important plans. You wanted the energy to be with San, to support him and not to disappoint the person you loved yet again, but tonight, you knew there was nothing you could do to feel better. You just needed to lay through it  

After all this time of having this health problem, you learned just how to live with it, so since early morning you tried to push the symptoms aside, focusing on getting ready. It was a routine you had perfected—ignoring the pain, the nausea, the overwhelming fatigue. You had become a master of disguise, hiding your struggles behind a cheerful facade. But tonight, even your best efforts weren't enough. 

Usually, you would go about with your day, that's why you were currently lying flat on your bed dressed in that pretty outfit San bought for you especially for tonight, all ready to go and celebrate with him. Just as you were about to leave, the usual symptoms hit you with the power of a train. It was as if your body had chosen this exact moment to remind you of its frailty, to assert its dominance over your will. Tonight was supposed to be different. Tonight, you were supposed to be standing beside San, holding his hand and cheering for him. You had been looking forward to this night for weeks, planning every detail. The thought of disappointing him weighed heavily on you, maybe even heavier than the nausea. You knew how much it meant to him to have you there, and the guilt gnawed at you from the inside. 

A burning stomach pain flared up, adding to the discomfort. It felt as though your insides were on fire, each wave of pain more intense than the last. You clutched your stomach, curling up tighter, wishing for some relief. The pain was relentless, a cruel reminder of the battle you were fighting within your own body. It was moments like these when you felt most defeated, most vulnerable. 

"Baby?" you opened your heavy eyes only to see San kneeling beside the bed, eye level with you. You didn't even notice you had fallen asleep. His eyes were filled with concern, his short, black hair was styled back, making him look incredibly elegant. He wore a white shirt with the first few buttons casually unbuttoned. His eye makeup was minimal, with just a hint of eyeliner to accentuate his eyes, exactly the way you always liked it. He must have rushed out straight from his dressing room, you thought as you blinked a few times to get rid of the tiredness. 

"Sannie? What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

San reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 

"I just had a feeling that today is rough on you. You didn't reply to any of my calls, so I rushed home," he said softly, his voice filled with concern and love. "I couldn't just leave you here alone," he said softly. "I wanted to be here for you." 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to ruin your night," you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. 

San shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey, don't say that. You could never ruin my night. I just want to be here with you, make sure you're okay," he reassured, his hand gently stroking your head. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, overwhelmed by his kindness. 

"I just hate feeling like this, being a burden," you admitted, your voice trembling. 

San’s expression softened even more. His fingers traced the few tears that managed to escape your eyes, then he kissed your forehead whispering, "You never are nor never will be a burden." You closed your eyes, feeling the gentle touch of his soft lips against your skin, a tingling warmth spreading through you. The tension in your muscles began to melt away as San’s fingers traced soothing patterns along your arm. You took a deep breath, allowing the warmth of his presence to envelop you. The pain and nausea, though still present, seemed to fade into the background as you focused on the steady rhythm of his touch. 

"But the party?" you mumbled out, "The boys must be so disappointed." 

San shook his head gently, his expression softening even more. "Don't worry about them right now. The boys understood, and Hongjoong reassured me it was all good. What's important is that we take care of you," he said soothingly, his fingers continuing to trace comforting patterns on your arm. 

"Thank you, Sannie," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "For being here." 

He kissed your forehead again, lingering a bit longer this time. "Of course, my love. Always," he whispered back, his breath warm against your skin. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it eased some of the guilt that had been weighing you down. "Can you stand up? We need to get you in something comfortable first," San suggested gently, his hands ready to help you. You nodded weakly, grateful for his help as he eased you out of the outfit and into something more comfortable. 

"Is it any better now that you've slept for a while?" he asked, his voice filled with gentle concern as he rearranged the pillows on the bed. He brought an extra blanket, knowing you would likely get cold. 

"A little," you admitted, your voice still weak but filled with gratitude. "But I can feel the migraine creeping in slowly," you added, your voice tinged with fatigue and frustration. 

San nodded, his brow furrowing slightly with worry. "I'll get your medication and some water," he said, standing up to fetch the items. 

"I don't think I can take the medications," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "It feels like if I swallow anything, I would just rush to the toilet." 

San paused, his eyes filled with concern. "Okay, let's not push it then," he said softly, returning to your side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to rest your head on his shoulder. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, a soothing rhythm that started to calm your racing thoughts. He began drawing gentle patterns on your back, a gesture that always made you relax, his touch tender. 

You breathed in his cologne and felt your stomach clenching. The scent, usually comforting and familiar, now seemed overwhelming to your already sensitive senses. You backed out from his arms, holding a hand to your face to stave off the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake you. San looked at you with wide eyes, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion and concern before it hit him. "Love, I'm so sorry, it's the perfume? Too strong? I'm gonna change," he said hurriedly, already moving towards the closet to find something else to wear. 

"It's okay, Sannie," you mumbled, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "I just need a moment." 

But San had already swapped his formal shirt for something more comfortable and less scented. He returned to your side, "Better now?" he asked softly, his eyes searching for any sign of relief. 

You only nodded, and he took your hand, guiding you to the bed. "You are babying me too much," you mumbled as you followed in his steps, your voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and mild embarrassment.

San shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hm...." he scoffed dramatically, "I think I don't baby you enough, though?" 

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh despite the pain and discomfort you were feeling. San's dramatic tone and exaggerated expression brought a moment of lightness to an otherwise heavy night. "Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him, trying to match his playful energy. 

"Absolutely," he replied with a grin, sitting down beside you. "Now, let's get you settled." You settled back into the bed, feeling a bit more at ease with San by your side. The pain and nausea were still there, but somehow, with his presence, they seemed a little more bearable. "Do you need me to bring something?" San asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

You shook your head slightly, feeling the weight of his love and care enveloping you. "Just stay here with me, that's all I need," you whispered.

"Alright, I will just put the curtains in case the migraine hits," he said as he quickly darted through the room to the windows. You watched him with tired eyes, the room dimmed as he drew the curtains, blocking out the harsh light that often worsened your migraines. The soft, muted light that remained was much gentler on your senses. 

San returned to your side, his movements gentle and deliberate, as if he were afraid of causing you any more discomfort. "Scoot over," San said softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. You shifted slightly, making room for him on the bed. He carefully climbed in beside you, wrapping his arms around you. 

"Thank you for being so patient with me. I really needed you tonight," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. 

San held you a little tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what," he murmured softly. San was drawing small circles on your back, your face buried in his chest. Your eyes were heavy, the migraine setting in, and you could feel the pressure building behind your temples. The gentle, rhythmic motion of his hand was soothing, a small comfort amidst the pain and discomfort, allowing you to relax slightly despite the throbbing in your head. 

Just as you began to drift off to sleep, your body started trembling uncontrollably. The sudden tremors jarred you awake, and you felt a wave of panic wash over you. San immediately noticed, his grip tightening around you in a protective embrace. 

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here," he whispered, his voice steady and calming. He gently rubbed your back, trying to soothe your body. "Just breathe, love. I'm right here with you." You focused on his voice, on the warmth of his presence, trying to steady your breath. The trembling slowly began to subside, and you clung to San, feeling a mixture of fear and relief. "Are you feeling dizzy again? Like the last time?" San asked, his voice tinged with concern. 

You nodded weakly, the dizziness making it hard to focus on anything. "Yeah, it's just... everything is spinning," you managed to whisper, clutching onto him. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing as San's presence provided a comforting anchor. The room seemed to tilt and spin, but his calming voice and gentle touch helped you stay grounded. "I'm sorry, San," you murmured, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. 

San shook his head, his expression filled with love and reassurance. "Don't apologize, my love. You can't control this, and I'm here to help you through it," he murmured softly. "I will keep you safe," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering determination and love. "Just rest," he murmured softly. "I'll be right here with you." You nodded, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you under. San's hand continued to trace soothing patterns on your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. Gradually, your breathing steadied, and you found yourself relaxing into his embrace. 

As you drifted in and out of sleep, you could feel San's steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, a rhythm that grounded you. Hours passed in a blur of half-conscious moments and deep, dreamless sleep. Every time you stirred, San was there, his presence a steady source of comfort and love. You could feel his fingers brushing through your hair, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your head. He held you through the worst of it, never once leaving your side. 

When you finally woke, the pain had dulled to a manageable throb, and the nausea had receded enough for you to sit up slightly. San was still there, his eyes filled with concern and relief as he saw you stir. 

"Hey," he said softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he looked at you with concern. "How are you feeling?" 

You took a deep breath, assessing your condition and trying to gather your thoughts. "A bit better," you admitted, your voice still weak but more stable than before. The remnants of fatigue lingered, but you felt a small spark of improvement. 

"I'm glad to hear that," San replied, his smile growing a bit wider with relief. "Do you think you can eat something light? Maybe some broth or a bit of toast?" 

You nodded slowly, appreciating his care and the gentle way he always seemed to know what you needed. "I think I could try," you said, feeling a bit more hopeful at the thought of eating something. 

"Alright, let me order something, hm?" San said, giving you a reassuring smile as he gently helped you sit up against the pillows, adjusting them to make sure you were comfortable. 

"Thank you, Sannie," you whispered, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unending support and the way he always put your well-being first. 

San smiled warmly, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. "Anything for you, my love," he said, placing a soft kiss on your lips, his touch gentle and comforting. As he reached for his phone to place the order, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and love for having someone like San by your side, through thick and thin. 

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A STONER’S GUIDE TO GET THE GIRL › LHS

TIP 0: don’t lose the girl of your dreams !

warnings: smoking mention

you and heeseung have been together for 2 years. heeseung was by far the best boyfriend you could ever have, your family loved him as well as your friends. but towards the ending of your relationship, you realized heeseung turned to cannabis and began to smoke weed regularly with his friends.

“it’s 12am where are you?” you answered heeseung’s call, his voice barely audible due to his high state.

“at.. uh.. the park with gyu and hoon.. just lost track of time..” he responds, his high clear to you. heeseung was more high that usual.

you sighed heavily, not knowing what to say. “heeseung.. please get home soon..we need to talk.” you demanded slightly.

you couldn’t handle this any longer, your boyfriend was getting high every other day. one day he was normal and his usual self, the next he was rather laid back and relaxed due to the intoxication of the weed hes smoked.

around 2am heeseung walks into the bedroom, his eyes blood shot red, his hair disleveled, and his movements were rather slow. he walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge. you sat up to meet heeseung’s level, looking into his red eyes, feeling a pang of frustration as well as feeling rather guilty.

“heeseung…” you felt your heart break, trying to meet your eyes with him once again. “we can’t keep doing this.”

heeseung, who was beyond the clouds, his eyes met with yours. “what…what are you talking about?” he responds, his mouth movements slow.

“i’m breaking up with you.” you got straight to the point, leaving space between you and heeseung.

heeseung’s brain couldn’t process the words that came out of your mouth, instead he looked at you, his expressions rather relaxed as well as his body. heeseung tries to pull you into bed with him, his eyes growing heavy.

“no heeseung, i’m leaving..” you removed his hands from around your waist, getting up from bed and grabbing your coat and shoes.

heeseung knocked out on the bed, still in his street clothes. your heart broke, as you finally realized what you have done. it was too late to turn back and make things right. “what did i just do..” you sob, trying to walk back to your car.

you call your best friend, hoping to receive some sort of support from her. “hello?” yunjin picks up the phone, hearing your sobs through the line. “y/n… what’s wrong.” her tone drops low.

“i did it.. i broke up with him.” you tried your best to breathe, your sobs only getting heavier. “breathe, it’s alright.. how about you come over and we can talk about it?” yunjin suggests, hoping you’ll come around and talk to her.

that’s exactly what you did, you went to yunjin’s place and told her everything. she proceeded to comfort you and help you heal.

heeseung wakes up the next morning, his head throbbing from an ongoing headache. he picks up his cell phone and tries to call you, “the number you have dialed is unavailable now”

heeseung was confused, trying to process why his calls were not going through. that’s when reality hits him, “oh.. we’re over..” heeseung’s tone drops low? his semi red eyes filling with tears. “what have i done..?” heeseung wipes his tears, sitting on the edge of the bed as he processes reality.

you were gone, and you weren’t coming back.

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[fairlyang]

making tamales with miguel would include:

comiéndose los pedazos de puerco en ves de nomás desmenuzarla

you would be washing las hojas in the sink, watching out of the corner of your eye pretending you can't see him

trying to make small talk so he'd have to quickly finish chewing and swallow so you wouldn't catch him

making sure every big piece is shredded and grabbing the ones hidden all the way at the bottom, to just immediately take a bite out of them

“miguel no te dije que te la comas toda o si?”

he just grunts and waves you off, his fingers filled with small pieces of the meat stuck onto his skin, “nomas lo estoy probando…. esta rico.”

you playfully roll your eyes and just nod, not being upset in the slightest and move on to the masa

that would be his favorite part and what he would say he was an expert in

“miguel stop playing with it!!”

he’d shake his head and just dig his hands all the way down, then bringing them back up with a handful

“amor quítale las bolitas también.”

he groans and starts to do it before he gets bored too quickly

he’d pat it all down so there would be no holes just to scoop some into his hand, going in with the other to pinch out all the little lumps

meanwhile you were adding some salt, baking powder, and some of the chile to give it some color. you grabbed the bucket of manteca, abriéndola despacito para que no se tire

“stop for a sec babe, va estar fría okay?” you warn and he nods as you slowly pour it in the middle while he slowly started to mix it together

“shit!”

“te dije!!”

you would then teasingly put some over his hands making him curse more which only had you giggling

“mix it well.”

“ya se mami, soy un profesional.”

he would mix it all together, having his last bit of fun like rubbing some masa off his hands only for it to finally slip off, indicating it was almost ready

he’d hesitantly help you en embarrar las hojas con la masa (yo no puedo para salvar mi vida)

but you created a system of you putting the masa on them and leaving them on the counter for him to either scoop some of the carne con chile or put cheese and jalapeños (that you already cut) on them

he would do one de rojo y otro verde, changing it up and putting them in the big ass steamer pot, making sure to stack them all correctly para que todas se cosan bien

after a long ass hour of doing that and making sure everything was used up, you had finished making them and it was time to cook them

you watched as he carried the big pot as if it weighed nothing, knowing damn well it was even heavier since it was filled to the top

you turned on the stove and he placed it on top carefully before turning to the sink and grabbing a handful of hojas and placing them to the very top of the pot, covering all the tamales. he put the lid on and looked at the time on the microwave, “two hours no?”

“we’ll do an hour then check if they’re ready.” you say and he nods

“so we have an hour to kill?” he asks and you slowly nod

nsfw breeding again oops

it took nearly nothing for him to convince you and you were quickly bent over the countertop as he devoured your pussy. but he was relentless and eager so he had you cum within minutes then you were on your knees sucking him off.

you rubbed your clit as you did so, moaning against him while he moaned out for you, “que linda te ves amor- siempre tan bonita.”

your eyes rolled back and you looked back up at him as you took him down your throat, “fuck- just like that baby… good girl.”

“not gonna cum down your throat though, princess.” he groans and pulls away from you.

you pout as he helps you stand up and he immediately turns you around bending you over the counter once again. you stick your ass out, arching your back a bit as you lean on the counter waiting for him to slip it in. but he decides to be a tease instead and just slides his tip between your slick folds as if he’s not dying to fuck you.

“miguel no me hagas enojar por favor.” you warned and he gasped, “ay no te me enojes preciosa.. te levantó en la mañana con mi boca okay?”

you bit your lip and just slowly nodded, the idea of getting woken up to head making your head spin. your walls clenched against nothing as he ensured his dick was soaked with your juices. “i bet you cum in three thrusts.” you say and look behind you to look into his disbelief expression.

“yeah okay.” he mumbles and finally positions his tip to your entrance, slowly going inside.

his cock was sliding in so easily, you were surprised he had so much self control so far. his hands were on your hips and his eyes on yours as you squeezed him perfectly, like always. he was fully inside you and feeling you was nearly enough for him to cum but he had to prove you wrong.

he pulled back and thrusted inside you, instantly hitting your g spot making you both moan. you held onto the counter, contemplating making him cum fast on purpose. you already knew what you’d say and wanted to see if he would.

for science.

he pulled back again then thrusted all the way in, your gummy walls clenching against him more than usual.

once you felt him pull out again was when you decided to give it a shot, “please give me a baby.”

the unexpected happened and he came hard, quickly slamming into you so it’d go all the way in as he filled you up to the brim. his body was shaking as you tried your absolute hardest to hide your shit eating grin so you looked forward again so you could.

his breathing was rapid and he could’ve sworn he was fucking dreaming because there was no way that just happened so quickly.

after calming his breathing down, he finally spoke up, “you cheated.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say with a little shrug making him scoff, “no te hagas-“

“just keep going, c’mon, let’s make sure our little family will grow.” you turn to look at him again and he nods, “yes ma’am.”