#the ending PLEASEEEEEEEE

[circle-with-me]

you are insane for this i LOVE IT AND YOU

say it a thousand times ( will ramos x f!reader )

pairing: will ramos x f!reader cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ oral sex (f receiving), spitting, male masturbation, a little bit of choking, the usual amount of fluff. word count: 1k author's note: the newest pictures of lorna and will inspired me. this is dedicated to my beloveds @malice-ov-mercy and @circle-with-me who got me into lorna with their fics in the first place and are two of my faves. honestly it's just filth. title comes from "i think i'm in love" by taylor acorn. divider by @strangergraphics 🌺

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Being here feels like a dream and you find yourself able to unwind and relax for the first time in a while. You’re not worrying about work or any other obligations, not thinking about anything other than enjoying the scenery and all of the sights that the island has to offer. Will had encouraged you to hold on to your vacation time and save it for when you’d be able to come out with the band for some shows, and it’s honestly the best idea he’s ever had.

You’re in the green room after sound check, everyone just hanging out while trying to make plans for lunch. Will is, as always, distracting as ever. He’s not even doing anything in particular, he’s just draped across the sofa, scrolling through his phone. You raise your phone to take a picture of him. You’re able to get one before he notices, and he smiles.

“What are you up to?” he asks, lowering his phone.

“Sightseeing,” you say, taking another picture. His smile widens. “The view is pretty good.”

You like the way he blushes when you say that. Getting up from your seat, you walk over to join him on the couch. He lifts up long enough for you to sit and then immediately curls himself around you, propping his head up on your lap. It’s almost second nature for you to drape an arm over him and then card your fingers into his hair, enjoying the content hum he lets out as he wraps an arm over your leg and closes his eyes. He dozes like that until Adam comes in to let you know everyone’s leaving for lunch soon.

The rest of the day seems to go by in a blur. The show is amazing, but you’ve never been more happy to finally be off your feet and back at the hotel. Will’s still out with the band so you just spend the time you have to yourself relaxing. You take a quick shower, putting on one of Will’s shirts and a pair of panties, before curling up in bed with one of the books you brought with you. You get through a few chapters before you hear the electronic beep of the door opening.

You can tell Will’s still riding that post show adrenaline rush, and you tuck your bookmark into your book as he makes his way into the room. “Hi baby. How was the rest of your night?”

“It was good. Adam drank Austin under the table and they danced with hula dancers at the bar.”

You know he’s got pictures to show you, but you can also tell that he’s very keyed up still, and you nod along as he tells you other stories from after you left. But he’s still twitchy and you just wait, knowing eventually he’s going to pounce.

"C'mere," Will murmurs, grabbing onto your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed. "I'm still starving."

You let out a delighted giggle as he drags your panties down your legs and off your feet, tossing them over his shoulder. He puts his hands on the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up and open. You feel your laughter dying out as he stares at you like he's going to die if he doesn't get to eat you out. Before you can say anything, he dives in, immediately sucking at your clit. A near shriek falls from your mouth as you tangle your fingers into his curls.

Will moves his mouth lower, tongue teasing at your hole. He pushes up, fingers digging into your skin as you squirm against his mouth. He never minds when you yank on his hair, in fact he encourages it as he moans into your cunt, grabbing your wrist and making sure you don't let go. You feel the edge of teeth against your folds, and your spine bows off the bed.

"That's it, let me hear you," he murmurs, pulling back a little. You hear him spit onto your clit more than you feel it. "Let the whole fucking island hear you."

You suck in a ragged gasp, each noise he pulls from you growing louder. You have your first orgasm like that, thighs clamped around his ears and fingers knotted in his hair. But Will doesn't let up yet, pulling you to the edge a second time. He sucks on your clit even harder, mouth open and sloppy and you outright scream when you come again.

Out of breath, you plant a hand on his forehead and push him back before he can get going a second time. You sit up and Will presses his face against your leg, hand shoved down the front of his shorts as he stays down on his knees.

"Hey, let me see you," you insist and Will lets out a whine of his own, shoving his shorts out of the way while staying on his knees. "Aw honey, you're so hard for me. Do you need more?"

He shakes his head, mouth pressed to your skin as he moves his fist faster. He won't look at you and that won't do. Gently, you cup your hand around his throat, tipping his head back. Will's eyes are wide and his face is still wet with your arousal. Keeping your eyes on him, you tighten your fingers, just a little.

"Thank you," he breathes out, and you smile.

He presses into your hold needily, and even if you aren’t choking him enough to take his breath you can see that it seems to be exactly what he needs. It doesn't take him long to come, spilling across his hand messily. He tips forward against your lap and you rub your hands down his back soothingly.

"Feel better now?" You ask in amusement.

Will’s response is muffled when he answers, but you take it as a yes. Eventually, he pulls himself up and drags himself into the shower, insisting you need a second one now. 

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[justalildumpling]

guys i’m being so fr rn im so🚬🚬

[medusa1597]

just coming back from twitter, they had christina hendricks playing a lesbian republican with a piss fetish on hacks FYI

[syssyadmin]

☁️: Could you quote as much of the Skyrim opening that you can off the top of your head without looking up the script? thanks!

sorry

[alifefullofvibes]

klay…..

[kruinka]

i miss niigo kaito :(

[murcielagatito]

bladeava is EVERYTHINGGG TO ME two of my fave characters in one

[milopottz]

ONE IMPORTANT PAPER DOWN, TWO MORE TO GOOOOOO

[chiyohlecter]

it is becoming funnier by the day, that everyone acted like federer was nadal&djokovic's grandfather for being 5 years older than them... and then alcaraz was born the year djokovic turned pro...

[paarksunghoon]

Jake finally taking you after months of uncertainty whether you like him or not. Pushing you against a wall, rough and passionate making out, and him being a softdom. Pleaseeeeeeee.

i imagined jake wearing glasses 😋 bonus points if the neighbors are heeseung, jay and sunghoon and they all hear jake fuck you lol

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It all started with a stupid semester project.

Jake hates group work. He hates relying on people and he hates when his partners don’t complete their portion of the work. Jake thinks they’re lazy and good-for-nothing, even though he knows he’s being dramatic. He hates being the only person to contribute to the Google doc and he loathes it when the grade is dependent on everyone as a whole and not individually.

He meets you in Advanced Research Methods. It’s a required class for mathematical and physics majors in order to graduate, and Jake has pushed off taking it for as long as he could because he hates the idea of researching data with a partner. He knows the professor well enough to assume that there would be group work (he assumes correctly) but absolutely nothing could’ve prepared him from laying eyes on you for the first time.

When Dr. Kang announces the partners for the semester-long research project, Jake’s tapping his pen against his leg when he starts to hear names being called out. His ears perk up when he hears his own. When your name is said, Jake looks up and finds that you’re staring right at him.

You look so put together. Jake doesn’t know what it is about you that makes you look like you’ve got it all figured out. Maybe it’s because your hair looks particularly neat compared to all of the other people sitting around him. Perhaps it’s your laptop and notebook right next to it. Whatever it is, he finds himself a bit nervous to inevitably approach you in order to begin working on the project.

Dr. Kang allows the students to mingle and get to know one their project partners during the last ten minutes of class to exchange information. When you take initiative to walk to where Jake is sitting and occupy the seat next to him, he finds himself stuttering.

“H-Hey,” he says pathetically. You’re prettier up close.

“Hi! Jake, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Here’s my phone. Why don’t you put your number in.”

Jake’s hands are almost shaking as he holds your phone between his hands and settles with ‘Jake Sim - Research Methods’ as his contact so you remember him. When he hands it back to you, he watches you type away before he feels his own phone buzz.

Unknown Number: hi! it’s yn.

He saves the contact quickly before class ends and the two of you decide to wait until the next class to set a time to meet to work on the project.

Jake’s worries about group projects disappear when he begins working with you. You’re punctual, never a minute late when the two of you agree to meet after classes to work on it. You contribute to brainstorming sessions and crunch data numbers like you’re the best at it. Jake finds that he’s able to divide up the work evenly and sleeps at a decent hour because he doesn’t have to stay up late to finish an extra portion.

Your intellect is attractive to him. You’re able to explain difficult theories and statistical processes to him better than any professor he’s ever hard. Only, it becomes hard to listen to you talk because he keeps staring at your lips.

They’re so kissable. Jake wonders what they must feel like against his own. He imagines grabbing your face with his hands and planting one on you when you talk about SPSS but he doesn’t act on it, fearing that he may make you uncomfortable. Jake loves it when you start to wear shorter dresses and skirts because the weather is warming up. He likes seeing your thighs stick to the seats and watching you pull the fabric down to prevent flashing everybody.

As the months go by, he realizes he’s learned a lot about you. You’re not from around and you dream of working in astrophysics one day. You love the color green and you’re obsessed with tangerines to the point where he bought a bag just to present you with one at every session. You’re a night owl and you love all kinds of music except country, and you prefer coffee over tea.

Jake also knows that your body is gorgeous. Your legs look stunning in shorter skirts and your tits look beautiful when they almost spill out of your crop tops. He knows what your thighs look like when you sit and how your skirt rides up to accommodate the new angle you’ve put yourself in.

It messes with his head because sometimes, he swears you might like him, too.

You laugh at his corny math jokes and ask him to hang out with you on the weekends. You let him buy you coffee and meals when it’s late into the night. You let him walk you home and you even allow Jake to nap on your bed when he comes over to work on the project after long, hot days.

It all comes to a boiling point one Thursday evening when he’s alone with you in your dorm. Your roommate is gone until Monday and Jake is sitting on the bed whilst you’re sitting on the desk chair, stretching your arms above your head until your shirt rides up. He can see your skin and wonders how soft you must be.

For just a moment, Jake wonders what your bare skin would feel like against his palms. Your breasts look plush to the touch and he’d bet anything that your pussy would feel so amazing against his fingers and cock when you’re wet. He imagines sliding his dick in and out of your tight hole, pumping until he’s coming inside of you and making you messier than before.

But he regrets this thought because he’s half hard in his sweatpants and there’s no way to hide it.

“I, uh, think I’m gonna head back to my dorm,” Jake announces as he puts a notebook in front of his crotch.

“Already?” You turn around and pout at him. “But you got here thirty minutes ago.”

Jake shuffles to the door. “Sorry, Y/N. I think I’ll do my portion there.”

“Jake, I really need you here to complete my part. We’re supposed to turn in the second half of the report this week and I need your help to do it.”

God, you sound so hot when you’re asking him to stay.

He panics when you stand from your seat to approach him as he motions to open the door. The sound of your chair scraping against the floor startles him until he drops the notebook that’s been covering his semi-hard dick. You gasp.

“Are you hard?”

Bashfully, Jake sighs and tries to back away from you. “This I why I wanted to leave, okay? I…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You look at his crotch and then back up at him. “Why are you hard?”

Jake’s face heats up even more. “I-I don’t know.”

“Jaeyun.” Your voice sounds so delicate saying his name like that.

“It’s because I like you and you’re wearing shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, okay?!” He sighs. “I’ve liked you since the second time we worked on the project because that’s when I knew I could rely on you. Everything else was just circumstance and now I need to go to my dorm so I can take care of this.”

“I can help,” you tell him. You say it just shy of confidently and he can’t tell if you feel bad for him or not.

“You don’t have to say or do anything. I already made this weird.”

You force yourself to stop looking at his cock. Knowing Jake, he’s too embarrassed to realize that your proposition is genuine and that you’ve harbored a crush on him since becoming partners with him too. So you muster up enough courage to press your lips to his and hope the message is clear.

Jake’s eyes widen against your mouth and you pull back after a few seconds to see the astonished look on his face. “I like you too, dummy. Have since you started bringing me tangerines after knowing me for two weeks.”

“Really?”

You nod. “Mhm. Can I kiss you again?”

Jake captures your mouth in a kiss the way he wants to—his hands grab your jaw and he pushes his lips against yours until he’s turning you. You feel your back hit the hard wall and gasp into the kiss, allowing Jake to lick your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation dances across your chest and you gush out a stream of wetness at Jake’s urgency.

“Could’ve been kissing you all this time,” he mutters against your neck as he drags his lips down your skin. “Feel what you do to me.”

Without detaching himself from you, Jake puts your hand on his hardened cock and hears you whimper at the feeling. He coaxes you to squeeze him through the fabric and moans against your neck when you do.

“Such a good girl, listening to me like that.” He pulls away and pushes his hips into your palm. “I’m always hard for you.”

“R-Really?”

“You’re so hot, Y/N. You have to know that.”

Jake doesn’t let you respond. He grips your waist and pushes his plump lips back on yours and kisses you with fervor until your own lips have become swollen. The two of you emit breathy moans in the quiet of your dorm room and your free hand pushes Jake’s sweats down until his cock springs free. The hand around his dick collects the precum that has oozed from his swollen head and you smear it over his skin.

“Fuck me,” he moans to himself. “You’re perfect.”

“Your cock is perfect,” you choke. “So big.”

“Yeah? Can you spit on it for me?” You do as he says, leaning forward until a wad of it touches his slit. Jake smiles at you lustfully and squeezes your hips. “Good girl. Always so good, aren’t you? Makes me wonder how good you’ll be for me when I fuck you.”

“I’ll be so good,” you whine as you twist your hand up and down his length. Jake resumes kissing your neck and the electricity makes your pussy quiver. “I want you inside of me now.”

“Now? You think you’re wet enough?” You nod. “We’ll just have to see, now won’t we?”

Jake’s movements are hurried as he pushes your shorts down until they’re at your knees. You aren’t lying. You’re really wet. The cute baby pink panties you wear are soiled and he feels it when his fingers come in contact with the fabric.

The short whimper you let out is enough for Jake to short circuit. He doesn’t believe this is real. Even less so when you maneuver his cock until the tip it pushing against your covered core, gathering your wetness to coat his cock.

“Fuck, you really are perfect,” Jake whispers against you. He pulls back to watch as you stroke him while keeping the tip plush against you as if to coax him into fucking your hole. Jake’s mouth hangs open at the delicious sensation of the wet fabric against his cock head and decides you’re wet enough to take all of him.

He relishes in your gasp when he forces you to turn around. You push your ass towards him and Jake slaps your right ass cheek with his big hands until the sound reverberates in the room. Jake pulls your panties down until they join your shorts halfway down your legs and pushes his cock against you.

“How are you so fucking wet?” he mutters.

“It’s all for you.”

“Fuck yes it is.”

Without bothering to pull his sweatpants off, Jake uses his hand to slide the tip up and down your slit until you’re arching your back and clutching the wall to the best of your ability. The wet splashes make him even hornier and he pushes the head into you until you envelop him.

Slowly, Jake pushes into you inch by inch and holds you by the waist. He rubs your bare skin and coos at you when you wiggle your ass to get more of him. The pain feels exceptional. You can’t remember a time where you fucked someone as big as Jake and you don’t want to live without his cock inside of you like this.

Jake takes his shirt off to prevent it from obstructing the view of his cock disappearing into your pussy. He pushes himself inside of you until he’s completely sheathed and catches you by surprise. Jake silences your moan with a kiss to your mouth and rubs soothing circles on your waist, kissing you like his life depends on it while you get used to the new stretch.

He pushes his tongue against yours and uses the spit to coat his lips. You taste exactly like the pink lemonade you’ve been drinking all night and the innocent flavor makes his hips buck into you.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Please, Jake. Don’t make me wait.”

He obliges. Jake fucks into you with all his might and his strong, muscular arms hold you in place as you push your chest against the wall and hold onto the door handle. The string of moans you let out is surely loud enough to let the neighbors know what’s happening behind the door but neither of you care about that right now. Jake wants to make you come and he’s slinging his hips into you from an upward angle, bending his knees to make sure his cock impales your g-spot.

“You’re so hot,” he moans. “I think about fucking you all the time.”

“M-Me too,” you confess.

“Yeah? What do you think about?”

“I think about—Ah!—Fingering me in class and eating my pussy.”

“Fuck yeah. I can do that for you.” Jake grips your hips tighter. “I can make you cum.”

“Make me cum, Jaeyun,” you plead, pushing your ass back. “I wanna cum on your cock.”

Jake pistons his hips into you until you’re parallel to the floor, holding onto the handle for dear life. He pushes into you so hard that you’re afraid you’d fall if it weren’t for his strong grip on you. Jake pushes and pushes, saving his orgasm until you come first.

It hits you like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. Your orgasm is long and drawn out as he keeps his brutal pace. Your release seeps from between the two or you and drips down his balls. Jake bites his lip at the tingling sensation and smacks your ass when you clench around him.

“Use me to make yourself cum,” you tell him. “Please, Jake. Please cum for me.”

“Say less, Princess.”

His orgasm follows shortly behind yours. Jake pulls out after five more thrust and pumps his cock until his cum spurts all over the globes of your ass. The warm, thick liquid feels so good against your skin that you push your bare pussy against him until Jake is letting his hot cock rest on you too.

When he regains his breath, he spots a roll of paper towels and gives your cheek a quick kiss before cleaning the both of you up. His touch is gentle, juxtaposed to his fucking just a few minutes prior. Jake cleans himself up before wiping the cum off of you and wiping your pussy gently too. He coaxes you to change into fresh undergarments and lets you collapse onto the bed with your eyes on him.

“I really do like you,” Jake says. “I didn’t say that just to fuck you.”

You pull him down and kiss him until all that’s left is soft pecks and the sound of lips smacking. Jake lets you pull away to lay on top of his chest and you feel him kiss the crown of your head.

“Sleep, Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[fawcetttweets]

Idea for a private message. Cap gets asked by flash if he has any money so he can get some food or something and cap only has unconventional money like some old silver coins or an uncut gemstone.

Spare Change?

Transcript at the end!

Edit: Just realized the transcript may be a bit off but I don’t have time to fix it rn, sorry :(

Transcript:

Flash: Hey cap! We’re good pals right? And good pals always help each other out, right?

Cap: what did you do

Flash: what! Why do you assume I did something?? Can’t a man ask for validation every once in a while without being judged? Do you hate men being vulnerable, captain marvel?

Cap: Sorry, Flash… I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. That was really wrong of me. You’re a really good friend and I always trust you to have my back in battle :)

Flash: awe that’s so sweet! You’re such a kind and generous guy! So kind and generous in fact that I’m sure you wouldn’t mind stopping by London with some cash?

Cap: sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why are you cashless in London?

Flash: Funny story actually! I’ll tell you all about it when you get here!

Cap: Flash. I don’t have cash.

Flash: none? You gotta have SOMETHING.

Cap: I mean yeah, I do have currency, but not the type that would be accepted in London haha

Flash: oh American bills are fine! The Subway I’m at accepts them I already asked before I realized I’m all out of cash

Cap: You want me to fly to London to pay for your subway order???

Flash: You have super speed so you’ll be fine! And I’ll pay you back! Pleaseeeeeeee cap I need this I’m completely out of energy and can’t run back home without eating first :((((((((((

Cap: I don’t have American bills either tho

Flash: liar. You just said you had currency.

Cap: I have FAWCETT currency. I have Drachma, gold, uncut gems, obols, enchanted flowers, etc. Unless they accept knowledge of ancient spells lost to time and you’re prepared to pay me back with something of equal value?

Flash: you know what? I think I’ll just call Superman.

Cap: Nice talk! Good luck convincing him to leave his anniversary date with Lois to pay for your poor planning ;)

Flash: uuugghhhh you’re the worst. Think Batman will send a jet to pick me up?

Flash: ignore that. That was a dumb question. I’ll just walk.

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[gpcwsl]

Could u pleaseeeeeeee pretty pls do something with Leah and y/n having a secret situationship from their teenage years because one of them was scared to come out of the closet so there’s so much anger hurt & heartbreak because either one of them don’t want it to be secretive and then they basically call it quits but it’s not really quits because they crawl back to eachother but could you make it super toxic like both of them trying to make eachother jealous with other people and then make it sappy at the end when they come to their senses and realise the love they both share for eachother is far too strong for it to be kept under the table

Warnings: kissing, breaking up.

Leah Williamson x Reader

I’m a fool for ever letting you go.

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving streaks of orange and pink smeared across the sky. Leah sat on the grass by the edge of the park, fiddling with the straps of her cleats. Her heart raced, not from the football practice they’d just finished, but from the soft laughter coming from behind her.

You were leaning against a tree, the setting sun casting golden light across your face. Leah felt that familiar pull in her chest—magnetic and impossible to ignore. She glanced over her shoulder at you, her lips twitching into a small smile.

“You gonna stand there all night?” she asked, her voice teasing but soft.

You shrugged, stepping closer, your hands shoved deep into your jacket pockets. “Maybe I like watching you.”

Leah’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked down, tugging at a blade of grass. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

That was how it always was with the two of you—banter laced with tension, moments that felt bigger than they were. Moments that neither of you dared to name out loud.

When you finally sat down beside her, your knee brushed hers, and it felt like a spark. Neither of you moved away.

“I hate this,” you murmured, breaking the silence.

Leah glanced at you, her brows furrowing. “Hate what?”

“This,” you said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “Sneaking around. Hiding. Pretending like we’re just friends.”

Leah’s stomach twisted. She knew this conversation was coming, but she wasn’t ready for it. “You know why we have to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No, Leah,” you shot back, your tone sharper now. “I know why you think we have to. But it’s not fair. I’m tired of being your secret.”

Leah turned to face you, her jaw tightening. “Do you think I want it to be this way? Do you think I like hiding how I feel about you?”

“Then stop hiding,” you said simply. “Stop being so scared.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to say it was more complicated than that. That she couldn’t risk her budding football career. That coming out now, as a teenager with the world watching her every move, felt like standing at the edge of a cliff.

But all she said was, “It’s not that easy.”

You scoffed, standing up and brushing off your jeans. “It is. You’re just too much of a coward to see it.”

Leah felt the sting of your words, but she didn’t stop you as you walked away. She sat there in the growing darkness, staring at the spot where you’d just been, wishing she had the courage to follow.

The next time you saw Leah, she was at a party, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in her hand and an unfamiliar girl laughing at something she’d said. Your stomach dropped, a mix of anger and heartbreak coursing through you.

You hadn’t spoken since that night in the park, and seeing her now—so carefree, so unbothered—made your blood boil.

“Looks like someone’s having fun,” you muttered to your friend, loud enough for Leah to hear as you grabbed a drink from the counter.

Leah’s head snapped up, her eyes locking with yours. For a moment, neither of you said anything, but the tension crackled like a live wire.

She pushed off the counter, leaving the girl mid-sentence, and walked over to you. “What are you doing here?”

“Last I checked, it’s a free party,” you shot back, your tone icy.

Leah glanced over your shoulder at the guy you’d come with. “Nice date. You’re really going for the whole rebound thing, huh?”

Your jaw clenched. “Says the girl flirting with strangers to avoid her own feelings.”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought she might argue. But instead, she stepped closer, her voice dropping so only you could hear. “You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t hate myself every second for how much I hurt you?”

You felt your resolve faltering, but you couldn’t let her off that easily. “Then why are you doing it, Leah? Why do you keep pretending like this doesn’t matter?”

“Because I’m scared!” she snapped, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

The vulnerability in her voice caught you off guard. But before you could respond, she turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with tears stinging your eyes.

The two of you were sitting in the corner of the school’s empty library after practice, hidden behind rows of dusty bookshelves. It had become your place—a refuge where you could steal moments away from prying eyes.

Leah leaned against the shelf, her hand resting on your knee as she kissed you softly. Her lips were warm, her touch hesitant but tender. Every time you were with her like this, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

But it never lasted.

The sound of the door creaking open made Leah freeze. She pulled back so fast it was like you’d burned her, her wide eyes darting toward the entrance.

“Relax,” you whispered, your voice hushed but annoyed. “It’s probably just the librarian.”

Leah shook her head, quickly straightening her shirt and moving a safe distance away from you. The distance stung, but you were used to it by now.

A student strolled in, grabbing a book from a nearby shelf without so much as a glance in your direction. Once they were gone, Leah let out a breath of relief and turned back to you, her lips curving into a small, nervous smile.

But you weren’t smiling.

“Seriously?” you said, your voice low but sharp.

“What?” Leah asked, furrowing her brows.

“You jumped away like I was a disease,” you shot back. “Like being seen near me is the worst thing that could happen to you.”

Leah’s face fell. “That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is how you keep doing this,” you said, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. “You act like I’m good enough to kiss when no one’s around, but as soon as there’s a chance someone might see, you treat me like I don’t exist.”

“Do you think I want to be like this?” Leah snapped, her voice rising. “Do you think I like hiding how I feel about you? It’s not about you—it’s about everything else. My career, my family, the way people will look at me. You don’t understand what it’s like to have that kind of pressure.”

“And you don’t understand what it’s like to feel like a secret,” you countered, your voice cracking. “I’m tired of waiting for you to stop being scared. I’m tired of pretending this is enough for me when it’s not.”

Leah looked at you, her blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

You felt your heart ache at the words you’d wanted to hear for so long. But it wasn’t enough—not like this. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t treat me like something you’re ashamed of.”

Leah opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. The silence between you was deafening.

Finally, you shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I can’t do this anymore, Leah.”

“Wait—” Leah reached for you, but you stepped back, shaking your head again.

“Call me when you’re ready to stop hiding,” you said quietly before turning and walking away.

Leah stood there, frozen, as she watched you leave. The words she wanted to say died in her throat, and for the first time in her life, she felt what it was like to truly lose something that mattered.

The years had passed like a blur, but Leah never forgot you. She carried the weight of your words from that day in the library, the ache of your absence lingering in the quiet corners of her heart.

At 27, Leah was at the top of her game. Arsenal’s golden girl, a leader on and off the pitch. But even with the accolades and the cheering crowds, there was an emptiness that no trophy could fill. She’d had relationships since you—some serious, some fleeting—but nothing ever felt quite right.

She thought of you more often than she cared to admit, wondering where life had taken you. She certainly hadn’t expected to find out the answer in the middle of Arsenal’s training facility.

It was just another morning, the team gathered in the physio room for pre-practice assessments. Leah was stretching when the door opened, and the new hire walked in.

Her breath caught in her throat.

It was you.

You looked older but still unmistakably you. The same confident stride, the same sharp gaze that could cut right through her. Leah felt her stomach twist into a knot as your eyes met hers.

“Leah Williamson,” you said, your voice calm but distant. “It’s been a while.”

Leah stood, unable to stop the nervous smile tugging at her lips. “It has. You look… good.”

You nodded, professional and composed. “Thanks. You too.”

And just like that, you turned your attention to the other players, introducing yourself and explaining your role as the team’s new physio. Leah watched you work, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind.

Later that day, Leah found you alone in the physio room, organizing equipment. She lingered in the doorway, trying to find the right words.

“Hey,” she said finally, stepping inside.

You glanced up but didn’t stop what you were doing. “Hey.”

Leah scratched the back of her neck, feeling awkward for the first time in years. “I didn’t know you were moving to London.”

“I got the offer a few months ago,” you said simply, placing a few resistance bands into a drawer. “It was a good opportunity.”

Leah nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I’m glad you took it. It’s… nice to see you again.”

You didn’t respond, and the silence stretched between you. Finally, Leah couldn’t take it anymore.

“Look, I know things didn’t end well between us,” she said, her voice soft. “But I was hoping we could at least be friends now. Start over.”

You stopped what you were doing, turning to face her. Your expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes—hesitation, maybe, or buried hurt.

“Friends, huh?” you said, crossing your arms. “That’s what you want?”

Leah hesitated but nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I’d like to try. If you’re okay with that.”

You studied her for a long moment before sighing. “We can try. But don’t expect it to be easy.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Leah said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Over the next few weeks, the two of you settled into a tentative friendship. Leah went out of her way to include you in team outings, always finding excuses to talk to you or sit next to you during meals.

At first, you kept your distance, maintaining a professional demeanor. But Leah’s charm was hard to resist, and slowly, you found yourself laughing at her jokes and letting your guard down.

Still, the unresolved tension between you was impossible to ignore. Every touch—her hand brushing yours as she passed you a water bottle, her arm resting against yours during team dinners—sent sparks flying.

One evening, after a long day of training, Leah found you in the gym, stretching out a sore muscle.

“You work too hard,” she teased, leaning against the wall.

“Says the woman who never takes a day off,” you shot back, smirking.

Leah grinned, stepping closer. “Fair point.”

There was a pause, the air thick with unspoken words. Finally, Leah took a deep breath. “I missed you, you know. More than I can even explain.”

You looked up at her, your heart pounding. “Leah—”

“I know,” she interrupted, holding up her hands. “I know I screwed everything up back then. I was scared, and I hurt you, and I’ve hated myself for it ever since.”

You swallowed hard, the vulnerability in her voice catching you off guard. “That was a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter,” she said quietly. “I never stopped thinking about you. About us.”

You shook your head, standing up and grabbing your bag. “I can’t do this, Leah. Not again.”

“Do what?” she asked, her voice cracking. “I’m not asking you to go back to how it was. I just… I just want to fix things.”

You hesitated at the door, your back to her. “Some things can’t be fixed.”

And with that, you left, leaving Leah standing alone in the empty gym.

Leah couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every glance, every conversation, every fleeting touch only reminded her of how much she had missed you—and how badly she wanted you back. But this time, she wasn’t going to let her fear hold her back.

She was determined to prove to you that she wasn’t the same scared teenager who had let you go all those years ago.

It started with small gestures.

The first day, she left a cup of your favorite coffee on your desk in the physio room. She didn’t say anything about it, just gave you a lopsided grin when you looked up at her in surprise.

The next day, she brought you lunch—a meal she knew you loved but could never find time to grab during busy workdays.

“Thought you could use a break,” she said casually, placing the container in front of you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, trying to keep your tone neutral. But you couldn’t ignore the flutter in your chest as you watched her walk away.

By the third week, Leah was going all out. Flowers started appearing in your office, small bouquets with handwritten notes tucked inside.

Note 1: “I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I’m hoping you’ll give me one anyway.”

Note 2: “You’re incredible, and I’m a fool for ever letting you go.”

Note 3: “Dinner? Just as friends. Or whatever you want it to be.”

At first, you ignored them, brushing off her attempts as guilt-driven gestures. But it was hard to stay unaffected when Leah’s sincerity shone through in every word, every action.

Leah didn’t just stop at gifts. She made a point to help you whenever she could.

One particularly hectic day, you were juggling several players’ schedules and injury reports when Leah showed up unprompted.

“Need a hand?” she asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“No, I’ve got it,” you replied, barely glancing up from the stack of papers.

She didn’t listen. Instead, she walked in, grabbed half the reports, and started organizing them by player and priority.

“Leah, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she interrupted, her tone soft but firm. “Let me help.”

You didn’t argue. And as the two of you worked in companionable silence, you couldn’t help but notice how different she seemed. Calmer. More mature.

One evening, you found a small package waiting for you at your apartment door. Inside was a book you’d mentioned in passing during one of your rare conversations with Leah, along with another note.

“I’m trying to show you that I’m not the person I used to be. That I’m not scared anymore. But if I have to spend the rest of my life proving that to you, I will. You’re worth it. – L”

You sat on your couch, staring at the note for what felt like hours. Her words replayed in your mind, breaking down the walls you’d so carefully built around your heart.

The next time you saw Leah, it was after practice. She was sitting on the bench, lacing up her cleats, when you approached her.

“Hey,” you said softly.

She looked up, her expression guarded but hopeful. “Hey.”

You hesitated, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag. “Do you want to get dinner tonight?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Like… as friends?”

You gave her a small, tentative smile. “Let’s see where it goes.”

Leah’s face broke into a grin, and for the first time in years, you felt the faintest flicker of hope.

Leah had spent all day preparing. She knew your favorite kind of date—movie nights at home, simple and intimate—and she wanted it to be perfect. If this was her chance to show you how much she cared, she wasn’t going to mess it up.

Her living room was cozy and inviting. She’d cleaned and rearranged it to make it as comfortable as possible. A stack of your favorite movies sat on the coffee table next to a bowl of popcorn, a selection of snacks she remembered you loved, and a bottle of wine.

When you arrived, Leah greeted you at the door with an easy smile, but her nerves were palpable. “Hey. Come in.”

You stepped inside, glancing around. The effort she’d put in was obvious, and it made your chest tighten in a way you hadn’t expected.

“You’ve been busy,” you said, your voice teasing but soft.

Leah chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. “I just wanted to make sure it was… nice. For you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You didn’t have to go all out.”

“I wanted to,” she replied simply, her blue eyes meeting yours.

When the credits of the last movie rolled, you glanced at the clock and sighed. “I should probably get going.”

Leah stood up with you, grabbing your coat from the chair and holding it out. “I’ll walk you out.”

The cool night air was crisp as you stepped onto her front porch. Leah followed you, her hands shoved into her pockets, her expression unreadable.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said, turning to face her. “It was… really nice.”

Leah nodded, her gaze soft. “I’m glad you came.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the silence stretching between you. There was something unspoken hanging in the air, something that neither of you dared to name.

You turned to leave, but something made you pause. Slowly, you turned back around, your eyes meeting hers.

“Leah,” you said softly.

She looked at you, her heart pounding. “Yeah?”

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you. Her breath hitched as your hands brushed against her arms, and then your lips were on hers.

Leah froze for a split second before melting into the kiss, her hands instinctively finding your waist. The kiss was soft at first, tentative and searching, but it quickly deepened, years of longing and unresolved feelings pouring out in that single moment.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Leah’s forehead rested against yours, her hands still holding you close.

“I’ve been waiting for that for a long time,” she murmured, her voice low and filled with emotion.

You smiled, your fingers brushing against her jaw. “So have I.”

It had been a few weeks since that night on Leah’s porch, and things had been… good. The two of you had spent more time together—talking, laughing, and slipping back into the kind of easy companionship you used to share.

But there was still something unspoken between you. You hadn’t kissed again since that night, though the memory of it lingered in every glance, every accidental touch.

Tonight, you were back at Leah’s house, sharing a quiet evening over takeout and an old rerun of Friends. It was your idea—an easy, familiar show you both loved.

Leah chuckled at something Joey said, her laugh making your chest warm. “This show never gets old,” she said, reaching for another bite of her noodles.

“You’ve probably seen every episode ten times,” you teased, nudging her with your elbow.

“Not true,” Leah said with a smirk. “I think it’s more like… eight.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sure, Leah.”

Dinner was long gone, the empty containers pushed aside on the coffee table as you both settled deeper into the couch. At some point, without even realizing it, the space between you disappeared.

Your shoulder rested against Leah’s, her arm draped casually along the back of the couch. Your legs were tucked up beneath you, leaning into her warmth as the show played on. It felt natural—so natural that you didn’t even think about it until you caught Leah glancing down at you.

You tilted your head up, meeting her gaze. Her blue eyes were soft, her expression unreadable but tender.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leah hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she leaned down, her face hovering just inches from yours.

Time seemed to slow as you looked up at her, your breath catching in your throat. The room was silent except for the faint sound of the TV in the background, but neither of you noticed.

Leah’s lips met yours softly, a hesitant question wrapped in warmth and longing. This kiss wasn’t like the first—it wasn’t driven by years of pent-up emotions or desperation. It was gentle, deliberate, and filled with something deeper.

Her hand found your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin as she deepened the kiss. Your fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt, pulling her closer.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting together.

“That felt… different,” Leah murmured, her voice shaky but full of wonder.

You smiled, your fingers tracing small patterns on her arm. “Yeah. It did.”

Leah pulled back just enough to look at you, her hand still cradling your face. “I meant it when I said I’d spend the rest of my life proving myself to you.”

“I know,” you whispered, your heart swelling at the vulnerability in her eyes.

She smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m not scared anymore. About us. About anyone knowing.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, leaning into her touch. “Good. Because I’m not hiding either.”

Leah pressed another kiss to your forehead, pulling you into her arms. And for the first time in years, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

[femd-archive]

SUB KEN SATO PLEASEEEEEEEE I BEG YOUUUU

sub!kenji who wanted to hold up to a dominant image of himself at first, but can't help but melt when you genuinely take care of him, not expecting for anything back, just because you want to take care of him

sub!kenji that blushes furiously when you called him a "good boy" when he had finally ate a proper meal after overworking himself with baseball training. he starts taking better care of himself, looking up for your praises when you find out he had 8 proper hours of sleep

sub!kenji that lets out a whine the first time you bite down his sensitive neck, making him clasp a hand over his mouth as he looks away, embarrassed. you put his hand away, telling him that you loved his noises

sub!kenji that has to hold your hand when you are riding him. his mind gets so fuzzy that, even though you're bouncing on top of him, he still needs to feel you even closer. if you let go for even a second, he lets out a cry

sub!kenji who's body became oversenstive since you were touching him at any given opportunity. his nipples became more sensitive, and every time he wears any shirt and the frabic brushes over them, his body trembles at the stimulation. he ends up covering them with bandaids :(

sub!kenji who looks forward to coming home, after a long day of being ken sato, the baseball star, and simply be your kenji, that loves kisses and cuddles. he loves to lay his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair.

sub!kenji who might had a hard time distaching himself from that confident persona he had created for the public to be vulnerable in your presence. but once he noticed that you loved taking care of him, that that's what bringed you pleasure, he worked on being more open with you, and your way of thanking him is on every kiss and hug that you give him

sub!kenji that honestly just wants to be pampered. he works so hard everyday :( <3

sub!kenji that deserves all the love <333

[taglist] @vinegarjello

[rinabin]

obvious

synopsis: unassuming yn accidentally ends up falling for the campus’s superstar park wonbin. 

warnings: swearing, suggestive (no smut as of yet), friendly teasing, kys jokes

a/n:  every character in this is completely fictional. i do not know anyone in these stories nor do i claim to. this is my first fic/smau ever sooo pleaseeeeeeee be nice about any consistency errors lol. always feel free to send asks about the story and feedback.

inspired by: obvious - ariana grande

taglist [send an ask or comment to be added] : @antosaurius @jkeydiary @cherrytaesan @dorritoni @profoundruinsunknown @daegale @choc0br3ad @yuzuksi @sftsohee @wonychu@sosoo2043@snowyseungs @holyhaech @sionshiii @nickiminajleftasscheek

masterlist

⋆ introductions: yn and her fans | wonbin and co | middle men

⋆ chapter 1: chipotle

⋆ chapter 2: debriefing

⋆ chapter 3: cat pics

⋆ chapter 4: best friend

⋆ chapter 5: friday night

⋆ chapter 6: arcade ✎

⋆ chapter 7: daisy

⋆ chapter 8: dance practice ✎

⋆ chapter 9: eyes

⋆ chapter 10: it's ok i'm ok ✎

⋆ chapter 11: ice cream

⋆ chapter 12: no pain no gain

⋆ chapter 13: michael cera ✎

⋆ chapter 14: i don't know

⋆ chapter 15: brewing

[scarlethexelove]

Hiiiiii Growing A Family was so soooo good!!! You’re such a great writer!!

Any chance we’ll get a part two in which Reader finds out she’s pregnant and how Natasha takes care of her throughout the pregnancy please please pleaseeeeeeee🥹🥹🥹

And Then There Were Five

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2721

Warnings: Cute and fluffy, Smut, Natasha has a Penis, Pregnant sex, Hint of breeding, Beefy!Nat (She is a warning in herself), Mama Nat, P in V, Horny reader, I think that is it.

Pt 1, Pt 3, Pt 4

A/n: I loved writing this one. Starts all nice and cute and then some smut at the end. Though I wasn't expecting it to get this long

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“Mommy?” You can hear your daughter's voice making you turn around to her. “Aww sweetheart don’t you look adorable.” You beam at the 4 year old. She adorns a t-shirt that has ‘Best Big Sister’ written across the front. She giggles and runs up to you, giving you grabby hands as you pick her up and put her on your hip. You tickle her stomach making her giggle and squirm in your hold which only causes you to laugh. “Mommy stop it.” You smile. “Alright, alright.” You laugh. 

Just then you can hear the front door being opened. You put your daughter down and bend over to her height. “You remember what to do baby girl?” She nods her head quickly before running off. You stand up fully once again and start to busy yourself as you hear keys jingling, which signals you that your wife is growing near. 

You have your back turned to Nat as she enters the kitchen. Strong arms wrap around your waist as a body presses against yours. “Hi detka.” Nat mumbles as she kisses your shoulder. You can’t help the loving smile that spreads across your face. “Hi Natty.” You turn around in her hold giving her a peck on the lips. She smiles when you pull back and look into her eyes. She pulls you impossibly close to her. “How was your day?” You ask Nat. “It was good but I missed my girls.” Nat looks around for a moment. “Speaking of girls, where's Lizzie?” You give her a soft smile. “She’s in her room playing.” You lie to your wife as you see her little head popping out from the corner. 

Nat had noticed the present on the counter when she entered the room. Her eyes fell back to it. “What’s with the gift detka? Did I forget about a party?” You shake your head. “No sweetheart. It’s for you.” You smile. “Me? Did I forget our anniversary?” You can see the look of panic cross her face. Your hands move to cup her cheeks. “No Natty you didn’t forget anything. I just wanted to give you something special.” You let her face go as you see the relief wash over her. “Open it.” You usher her towards the box. Her arms drop from around you as she moves towards the box. Nat reaches out for the box and gently removes the bow. Your eyes twinkle with excitement as you watch your wife slowly open the gift. 

Pulling off the lid slowly you watch Nat’s face grow curious as she spots the shirt in the box. Written on the front says ‘Best Mama Ever’. You can hear little feet running towards you. “Mama! Mama! Mama!” Nat’s head quickly snaps towards your daughter. Running at her happily. Nat doesn’t even notice what her shirt says at first as she picks up Elizabeth and places her on her hip, but as she straightens out her shirt she reads it out loud. “Best big sister.” As she reads that you pull the pregnancy test out of your pants pocket holding it up. Her head snaps towards you and her eyes land on the clearly positive pregnancy test. Excitement takes over. “You’re pregnant?” You nod as tears come to your eyes. Words escape you as Nat takes her free arm and wraps you in a hug, squishing your Lizzie in between the both of you. “We’re going to have a baby!” Nat’s excitement is evident. 

You feel as little arms push at you. “Mama, Mommy squishing me.” You both laugh as Nat pulls away. Nat’s hand cups your cheek and you lightly nuzzle into her hand. Her thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away the happy tears that have fallen. She leans in kissing you deeply, pouring all the love she has for you in this one kiss. Her dreams of growing a family with you finally coming to forwishen. 

Nat has been absolutely amazing so far, being the most attentive wife as your pregnancy progresses. No matter what craving you are having or what time of day it is she will always get it. No matter how weird or hard it is to find she has gotten you everything you have ever wanted or needed. Even often at night before bed she lays with her head on your belly talking about anything and everything. 

Today is a day that you drop Elizabeth off the preschool and you decide to join Nat at the compound as she helps train new shield recruits. It’s a way you can catch up with the Avengers and you get to watch your wife workout which is always a win. 

You're standing off to the side gazing out among the many people, your hand placed on the side of your swollen stomach. You hadn’t noticed anyone had joined you until you felt your shoulder being nudged. As you look to your side you spot a familiar smiling face. “Wanda.” Wanda gives you a side hug with a big smile. “Hey Y/n/n. May I?” She gestures down to your stomach. You nod and chuckle. She gently places her hand on your stomach. “Wow, growing so fast.” You can’t help but chuckle at her words. “Yeah they are.” Wanda’s eyes shoot to yours as she catches onto your words. “They?” You break out into a wide smile. “Twins.” Wanda can’t help but pull you into an awkward hug with your belly in the way. “Oh my god I’m so excited for you. I bet Nat was ecstatic.” You hug Wanda back. “She is absolutely thrilled and so am I. Lizzie keeps asking when the babies will be here.” You can’t help but smile as Wanda pulls back, keeping her hands on your shoulders. “You two deserve all the happiness. If you ever need a babysitter for the cuties you know who to call.” You tilt your head a little. “The Ghostbusters.” Wanda gasps and playfully slaps your arm. “No silly. I need me some baby time.” You laugh and nod. “You’ll be the first person I call.” 

The two of you go back to a comfortable silence. You look back out into the gym scanning the room for your wife. When you spot her she is sparring with a recruit. Even from afar you can see how her body glistens with sweat. Her hair is put back in a french braid as she wears just a sports bra and some sweatpants. You subconsciously bite your lip as your eyes rake over her body. How her abs shine in the light; how you can see the outline of her bulge when she moves just right. Your underwear is becoming damp the longer you stare at her. All you want to do is rip all her clothes off and take her right there in the middle of the gym, not even caring who sees. 

You are so spaced out that you don’t notice Wanda trying to get your attention. She shakes you a little, snapping you back to reality. “Huh, what?” You turn to look at Wanda, her eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What’s got you so distracted?” Your eyes flick to Nat before flicking back to Wanda. She had a knowing glint in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. You can’t help as your cheeks heat up slightly. “Fuck, the pregnancy has made me so horny. Anything that Nat does has me wanting her more.” You turn to look back at your wife. “Look at her she is so fuckign hot Wanda, I can’t.” You groan. “Y/n I do not look at your wife like that.” She chuckles. “I give you full permission to look at her right now.” Wanda turns to look at Nat. “She does look pretty hot.” You can’t help but let out another groan. “I know right.” 

Nat slams the recruit into the ground as you watch on. You can see her pause for a second as a smile spreads across her face. You watch a little perplexed by the sudden change. She helps the recruit off the ground and says something to them before she starts making her way over to you and Wanda. It doesn’t take her long to reach you. “Hi detka, hi Wanda.” Nat greets you both. “Detka are you feeling a little needy?” Heat rises to your cheeks as your mouth hangs open in shock. Wanda laughs which makes you look over to her. You watch as the swirling red dissipates from her eyes. “You’re welcome.” Wanda laughs as she turns to walk away. “I love you but I hate you at the same time.” You call after her. She just laughs and waves her arms at you. “See you two later.” 

Hands grip your waist and bring you back to Nat who now stands closer to you looking down at you with a smirk. “You know all you have to do is ask baby girl.” Your mouth opens and closes a few times looking up to your wife. “You’re working baby. I-I didn’t want to disrupt you.” Nat shakes her head. “You’re my priority. Anyways I’m done now anyways.” Nat lifts you into her strong arms, you squeak as you cling onto her. She doesn’t care who is looking as she carries you out of the gym. 

“Where are you taking me?” You question Nat. “I still have a room here at the compound so I’m taking my beautiful wife to that bedroom and fucking her full of my cum. We still have a few hours before we have to pick up Lizzie from preschool.” Nat gives you a lopsided grin and you can’t help but let out a small moan at her words. Your wetness is already seeping through your pants. Hearing your moan and feeling how your wetness is seeping through Nat hastily makes her way into her old bedroom. 

As the door shuts behind you Nat locks the door and sets you down. Nat’s lips quickly press against yours. A hungry need for you takes her over as she quickly strips your clothes off your body. She only pulls away long enough to pull your shirt over your head. “Fuck I love you so much.” Nat mumbles against your lips. She starts kicking off her sweatpants and boxers. Her cock springing out, and her hands finding their place gripping your hips tightly. “I love you too.” You mumble back. Nat starts to walk the both of you towards the bed. 

Once you reach the bed Nat pulls away before climbing on the bed. She pulls you into her lap and you can feel her cock rubbing through your soaked folds. She rocks her hips a bit letting your wetness spread across her throbbing cock. Both of you moan at the feeling as her tip nudges against your clit. “Please Natty. I need you.” Your whine is needy but you don’t care all you want is to feel her, have her stretching you out. 

Nat’s hand moves down to her cock and you raise your hips. She lines her cock up with your dripping hole. As you feel it press against you you slowly start to lower yourself down. Impaling yourself on your wifes cock. Your walls stretch to accommodate your wife's size. As you're sinking down Nat’s hands go back to your hips and she lays back a bit onto the pillows. Your hips finally meeting hers as her cock fills you to the brim. Nat groans as your warm wet walls hug her cock. She can’t help but grind her hips up slightly. 

You start to raise up before lowering yourself back down. Starting to slowly bounce yourself on Nat’s cock. With her grip on your hips she helps you bounce on her. Your moans grow louder the longer you bounce. You can’t get enough of your wifes cock filling your tight little hole. “So good.” You slur your words as you grow fuzzy. 

Nat is enamored as she watches your breast bounce. “Fuck you look so beautiful. God these fucking tits.” Nat lets her hands drift up your body, both hands taking one of your breasts into them as she squeezes. Your head falls back and as your mouth opens in a silent moan. “Maybe I’ll keep breeding your perfect pussy hmm. Keep you pregnant and needy for me all the time. You’re just so beautiful carrying my babies.” You nod your head. “Please.” 

As you bounce and both of your orgasms grow the longer you go. Nat sits herself up moving to wrap her arms around her waist. Your belly slightly in the way of her getting as close to you but still loving the closeness. She plants her feet on the bed and starts to thrust up into you. This elicits a loud moan from the back of your throat which just spurs Nat on more. Her thrust are faster and harder as she pulls you down on her. She watches your face as it contorts in pleasure. 

Nat’s hips continue to drive into you and your moans become whiny the closer you grow to your orgasm. Your walls desperately sucking her further in as she pounds up into you. Nat moves her lips, starting to nip and suck at the skin of your neck. She leaves dark purple marks in her wake. The more desperate you are to cum the more desperate Nat becomes wanting to see you fall apart. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight Malyshka. I bet you want to cum all over my cock. Want me to fill up your needy little hole?” Nat mumbles against your skin. You moan and nod your head. “Please Natty need you so bad.” Your walls clamp tighter around her length as she thrust up into you. You can feel as her thrust become sloppier. She is getting close to the edge just the same as you are. 

You grind your hips as she pulls you onto her cock so desperate for her to finish with you. You're teetering on the edge as your walls clamp around her tightly. Your head falls forward and you do your best to nuzzle into her neck. Slightly whining when you can only get so closer with your belly in the way. “P-Please.” You whimper. Nat smiles. “Cum.” She says in a sultry voice. That’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge. You cum hard,  your walls spasming around her length as you coat her cock in your juices. You bite her shoulder muffling your moans as she continues to drive her hips up. 

Feeling your walls spasm around her and grip her cock tightly has Nat falling over the edge right after you. She holds you tightly against her as her cock twitches inside of you. Thick ropes of cum painting your walls white. She desperately ruts up into you prolonging both of your orgasms. “So fucking good.” Nat pants against the skin of your shoulder. You hum an agreement with your wife as you slump into her. Her thrust comes to a stop as she holds your grounding you and just letting you feel her. Letting you feel so full of her. 

You both calm down as your breathing goes back to normal. Holding onto one another in a closeness that you always crave. Nat’s cock still buried deep inside you and it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling needy again. Just the feeling of her cock in you has your brain becoming even more fuzzy. You grind your hips and you can feel Nat hardening again inside of you causing her to groan.

Nat looks at the clock and sees that you still have time before you have to pick up your daughter. So she flips your bodies, laying you down on the bed as she looms over you. Slowly starting to thrust into you again. “Let me take care of you detka.” 

So that is what Nat does through your whole pregnancy. She takes care of you and even after the twins are born she is there by your side. Sticking by you and being the best Mama to your little girl and now to your little twin boys. You couldn’t ask for a better wife or mother to your children.

[givemefevrr]

I just read your dom!enha post and jake ?? mr sim ?? the thought of him being possessive ??? ugh I'm the weakest soldier out there !! him seeing you run into your ex and just have a simple convo yet he gets moody af for the few next days without telling why he's suddenly like this then all this ending up in an angry sex ?? pleaseeeeeeee write it in your words I can't do this myself !!! love you in advance

- 🌷 anon

Is It Him or Me? (NSFW)

Pairings: possessive dom!Jake x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, light angst, rough sex, angry sex (all consentual), swearing, fingering, edging (?), cum eating (?), teasing, begging, overstimulation, kissing, dry humping, biting/marking, facials, pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc.), Heeseung is your ex

Jake is a great boyfriend. He absolutely adores you, and whenever you are out together, he always holds your hand and steals kisses whenever he can. And that's exactly what is occurring right now. 

Standing in line at a cafe, waiting to order, you couldn't help but giggle and squirm as Jake nuzzled into your neck, peppering your skin with soft, tickling kisses. Jake had been talking about bringing you here for months, as this was his favorite coffee joint, which he used to work at all through high school. It's on the other side of town, so it was a bit of a trip. But he chose the perfect day to bring you.

"Stop it, Jake, that tickles," you playfully protest, gently pushing him away amidst your laughter. 

With a grin and sparkling eyes, Jake teased, "But you love it when I tickle you," punctuating his words with a lingering kiss on your cheek.

Suppressing your laughter, you swatted at him. "Not in public, you goof," you replied, noticing amused glances from others in the line.

Jake chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours as he turned his attention to the menu. "So, what are you in the mood for?" he asked, excitement radiating from him–practically making him vibrate.

"Hmm, what would you recommend, Mr. Barista?" You asked, scanning the menu before smiling up at Jake.

Eyes lighting up, Jake exclaimed, "Vanilla latte, of course! That's what I'm getting. Their vanilla lattes are the best. Well, at least when I worked here, they were." 

You scoffed at his pride but ultimately decided on the vanilla latte. 

But then you saw him. The bell atop the door chimed, a gust of wind blowing into the cafe upon their entrance. The familiar man seemed to recognize you, too, as he locked eyes with you and walked over. 

It's your ex-boyfriend. 

It's not like the two of you left off on bad terms, but you guys haven't talked or seen each other since the breakup, making this incredibly awkward. 

"Hey," your ex greeted, approaching you with a friendly smile.

You glanced at Jake slightly before answering, the boy paying little attention to the conversation. Responding with forced nonchalance, you exchanged pleasantries, hoping the conversation would end soon.

"I didn't expect to run into you here," your ex continued, "It's quite a trip from Hillsdale, huh?"

It's weird, considering you both live in the same town, yet he coincidentally showed up in the same cafe, almost 45 minutes away, at the same time as you. 

"Yeah, it's just a day trip," you nod. 

He nods, too, the awkwardness becoming increasingly more apparent the longer the conversation continues. 

"So, how have you been? What have you been up to? You look good," he complimented, looking you up and down.

"Ah, I've been great. I finally got a temp job for that marketing company downtown," you smiled softly, proud of your achievements.

"That's amazing! Yeah, I work at a car dealership about 10 minutes away from this place now. What a coincidence, though," he chuckled, finally becoming aware of Jake standing beside him. "Who's this?"

"Oh, Jake. This is Heeseung," you glanced at Jake once more. "My ex," you added a bit quieter, noticing that you'd caught the attention of other people around you.

You could feel Jake's grip on your hand tightening upon hearing that Heeseung was your ex, but he said nothing–masking any discomfort with a forced smile. 

"Heeseung, this is my boyfriend, Jake." Heeseung looked like a deer in headlights, an embarrassed flush rising on his neck as he let out a matching embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, my bad, man. I didn't even know," he laughed, sticking a hand towards Jake for a truce.

Jake wore a small, forced smile and shook Heeseung's hand. "You're all good," he replied.

"Well, I'll leave you two be." Heeseung looked back at you. "We'll have to catch up again sometime," he said before walking to the back of the line. 

After he left, there was a silence between you and Jake. You leaned into his shoulder slightly, cuddling up to him, as cuddles always made him feel better. Feeling uncomfortable, you broke the silence and said, "Well, it was nice seeing him again, I guess."

Jake nodded but didn't say anything, his grip on your hand tightening as you both stood in line at the cafe.

When it was your turn to order, you excitedly ordered the vanilla latte Jake recommended. However, Jake didn't even bother getting anything for himself, even though this was allegedly his favorite place. He put a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and mumbled for the cashier to keep the change, around $15. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your drink was being made, you and Jake waited by the to-go station. When the kind barista boy handed you your drink and said, "Have a great day. I hope you enjoy the nice weather," you reached out to take it.

But Jake beat you to it, grabbing it from the boy and handing it to you instead. "Let's go," he said, practically dragging you out of the cafe. 

Trying not to spoil the date with his attitude, he suggested walking around the city to enjoy the weather.

He bought you some light pink and blue flowers from a small vendor, seeing you croon at them, knowing they were your favorite kind.

Next, you walked across a footbridge over a stream, asking Jake to take a picture of you with the beautiful view in the background. You walked, thinking about how Jake had the privilege of taking this beautiful path home from school every day. 

Finally, as the sun set, you both decided to stop at an ice cream shop. The shop's perimeters had a swinging chair facing a small body of water with fishing docks along the edges. You two sat on the swinging chair with your ice cream in hand, Jake having chosen not to get anything for himself once again.

He had been trying to make the day fun by buying you flowers and taking you to these nice places from his childhood. But even as he handed the flowers to you, you saw his expression falter. Even as he walked across the bridge with you, he hadn't even told you that story about him taking the bridge path home from school–you made that up yourself to fill the gaps of what wasn't spoken. And even as he sits with you now, he sits on the other side of the swing, resting on his chin in his hand on the armrest. His sulky mood and his distance are so unlike him.

Jake had tried not to ruin the date, but his emotions were still visible despite his efforts.

You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for the "wonderful" day. But he remained quiet, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your gaze. 

And he said nothing on the car ride home as well, only having a hand attached to your thigh as he drove silently. 

–

Jake was certainly in some sort of mood, as his behavior persisted for the next few days. 

He became increasingly distant, his temper flaring at the most minor inconveniences. If he ran out of milk for his cereal, he'd fly into a rage to the point tears would well up in his eyes as he curled up on the floor in frustration for hours. 

He seemed to withdraw from you completely, barely initiating hugs or kisses like he used to. You tried to talk to him and understand what was happening, but he remained tight-lipped, shutting you out of whatever bothered him.

Almost every night ended with him laying in your lap, upset at something to the point he's shaking, and you running your hands through his hair to try to calm him down. He'd eventually fall asleep in your lap, only to be up and gone elsewhere before you woke up in the morning. 

Then, one day, something happened that pushed Jake over the edge. It was one of those nights you found yourself playing with his hair, trying to soothe him as he wrestled with his inner demons.

It was almost bedtime, and you wore only one of his baggy t-shirts and underwear, as you usually did for bed. You were on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, when a notification popped up. It was from your ex—he was trying to follow you. 

You hesitated, reading it, and weren't planning on accepting the request, yet Jake must have thought otherwise. He tensed up upon seeing the notification. 

And moments later, he was sitting upright, his arms practically caging you between him and the couch cousin, kissing you roughly, placing your phone on the floor. You weren't against his sudden switch-up, as you haven't gotten a kiss from him in almost a week now. 

You opened your mouth as he asked for entrance, tonguing at your lips. And as he deepened the kiss, he began moving, causing you to chase his lips, following his movements. He lifted you off the couch, carrying you to your room, refusing to let go of your lips, and once he met the edge of your bed, he immediately plopped you down and crawled on top of you, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting dark marks into your skin. 

"I fucking hate him," Jake grunted into your neck, his voice muffled, and you barely just caught what he said. 

A lightbulb lit up in your head. Ah, that makes sense. 

"Is that why you've been in such a mood lately? Because of one interaction I had with Heeseung, who I haven't thought about for years?" you asked, lifting his head up from your skin.

Jake's eyes bore into yours, filled with anger and frustration. "Don't say his name," he commanded, his mood worsening. So, you decided not to press the issue further, realizing that mentioning Heeseung's name only fueled Jake's anger.

Jake ducked back to your neck, lips trailing down. His kisses became more urgent as he pushed your shirt up, revealing your skin underneath. His hands roamed up the sides of your body, his touch desperate and needy. You could feel the intensity of his emotions in every kiss, every touch.

Jake continued to kiss down your chest, his movements almost rushed. His hands roamed over your back, slipping up the back of your sports bra. 

"Off–" He grunted, already pushing your shirt up and off your shoulders along with the bra, leaving you only in your underwear. "Take it all off."

His mouth immediately connected back to your skin, biting your shoulder and kissing all the way down to your chest, where he took his time marking you up. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently guiding and reassuring him with your touch. Despite his roughness, Jake's actions were vulnerable.

His hands gripped your hips and thighs and squeezed roughly, his fingers definitely leaving bruises. You tugged on his shirt, to which he willingly took it off, yet eager to return to your skin. 

"Mine…" Jake kissed down your chest to your stomach, mumbling the word repeatedly. "You're mine. Say it." Jake's voice was low, his gaze on you dark, staring at your body with pure rage and hunger. 

"I'm yours," you giggled. You had never seen him like this before and found it slightly endearing. 

But he wasn't having any of that. "This isn't a fucking joke. Say it." he scolded, gripping your face and effectively grabbing your attention. "Say that you're mine and not… not his…" 

Yet with the way he squeezed your cheeks with one hand–pushing your lips out, making you look stupid–there was no way for you to coherently do as he asked. But you try nonetheless. 

With a whimper, looking right into his blown-out pupils, you said, "I'm yours. O-only yours, I promise," as best you could. 

His possessiveness only turned you on more, and you could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch. Satisfied with the response, his lips crashed back down onto yours hungrily. He growled against your lips, letting go of your face and using that hand to roam down your body, his fingers hovering outside your panties. 

You squeaked into his mouth, thrashing slightly as his thumb rubbed hard at your clit, overstimulating you. 

He pinned your hips down on the mattress to prevent you from squirming, continuing his administrations with a sick grin on his lips. You watched his face as his anger turned into lust, fueled by pure jealousy. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against his hand.

Smirking, he added more pressure to your clit, causing you to try to writhe even more. 

"More," you whimper almost inaudibly. 

"Hm?" Jake asked, as if he didn't hear you. But with the look on his face, you could tell that he did. "You want me to stop?" You whimpered softly, shaking your head and reaching for his hand.

Despite that, he stopped touching where you needed it the most, earning a whine and more squirming, even though he's not touching you anymore. 

"N-no, please don't stop," you whined, reaching for his wrist and pulling it back to your heat.

He just looked at you condescending as you humped his hand, and if you were in a normal state of mind, you would have had enough social awareness to stop–but you were far too horny right now.

"Please," you begged again, looking up at him with eyes glossed over with need, your hips bucking against his hand as you desperately tried to get more friction. 

Jake smirked at your eagerness before giving you mercy, pulling your panties off and sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp. He grunted in response, returning to trailing hot kisses on your skin. You could feel his teeth grazing over your skin, knowing that by the time he's done, you'll be covered in bruises for days. 

And that only turned you on even more.

"Oh god–" your breath hitches in your throat, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

"You like that, don't you, baby? My fingers inside you?" he purred, watching as you twitched and whined beneath him. "You love how I make you feel, how I can make you fall apart with just my fingers."

"Yes, so good– Fuck," you moaned, arching your back in pleasure as he added another finger and began to thrust harder and curl his fingers just how you like it, stretching you and filling you in a way that only he could. His other hand pressed against your lower stomach, the pressure making you even more sensitive.

"He doesn't know how to fucking touch you like I do," Jake rasped, his voice laced with arrogance. "I know just by the way you came so hard the first time I fingered you–there's no way that fucker has made you cum before. Only I can make you feel this good." 

You could only nod wordlessly, unable to form a coherent sentence. Jake loved every second of it, the smug smirk never leaving his face. Your hands reach down to his sweatpants, trying to undo them.

"You want it so bad, don't you?" He cocked his head to the side, almost condescending. You frantically nod, hoping he'll just give you what you want like he usually does. And you get hopeful with how Jake chuckles darkly and pulls his pants down a bit, exposing his throbbing cock. 

You mewled a bit as he pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied look. He positions himself at your entrance and leans over you, his face inches from yours. But his following words crush all hope, and you know you'll have to do more begging. "Do you want me? Or do you want him?"

"You," the desperation in your voice was clear and urgent. "Please. I don't want Heesueng, only want you. Just you–" 

But before you can finish begging, Jake slams into you, filling you completely.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking say his name?" His hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to pump into you, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. He doesn't hold back, his pace rough and frantic with all his pent-up rage and jealousy.

You let out a moan, arching your back. Jake was rough, and it was shocking. But oh, it felt good. It felt better than anyone you had been with before. Jake knew your body so well and knew exactly how to make you lose control. 

You dig your nails into his shoulders, neither caring about the deep red marks as you press into his skin. Your walls clench around him, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of sanity. 

Jake's voice breaks during one of his moans. "C-can't believe he saw you like this before. I f-fucking hate him. Only I'm allowed to see you like this," he pants and his movements become sloppy, holding your hips down tightly as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. And his movements continued to get more and more desperate, his words becoming incoherent as he kept mentioning your ex. 

You could feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten as you were pushed closer and closer to your breaking point. "P-please, m' gonna–" you gasp, clenching your teeth together as Jake's cock hits just the right spot inside you.

He uses a hand that was holding your hip to rub circles over your clit, trying to coax you to your orgasm. He then moves his other hand back to your lower belly, pressing down on it hard, like he did earlier. He hadn't done this before tonight, but you wish he had because you can feel his cock pressing against all the right spots even more now. You can't help but feel a bit jealous yourself, wondering who he learned that from. 

But regardless, the added stimulation sent you over the edge, your body shaking as you came hard around Jake's cock, pulling some stray swears from him. 

But Jake wasn't done with you yet. He kept fucking you, even as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation. You could barely form a coherent thought as he continued to pound into you, his own release still building inside him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he grunted, his thrusts becoming shorter and rougher. "My pretty girl. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face."

And with one final hard thrust, he pulled out, maneuvering himself to jerk off over your face. 

You were cock drunk at this point, and your face must have shown this, as Jake chuckled deeply. He cooed, brushing his hand on your cheek and wiping away tears you didn't know had fallen. "Awe, who did this to you? Who's got you all fucked out like this?"

And you finally made out a broken "you" through your whines and panting. 

"Yeah, that's right," your response makes his grin widen, seemingly with pride. "Me, not him," Jake spoke as if trying to convince himself more than you. 

It only takes a couple more tugs before his hot release splatters across your face, his moans and deep laughter mixed with one another as he comes down from his high. 

When he's done, he crawls to lay next to you, seemingly a whole new person. 

His puppy-like personality is back, wearing the loving smile he always has when looking at you as he wipes his cum off your face with the corner of your sheets. 

Afterwards, he peppers your face and lips with soft kisses, speaking equally soft words. "I'm sorry, baby," he nestles up next to you as you do the same thing, a small smile on your face, still kind of out of it. Was that too much? I've just been so moody lately because of…yeah."

"No, I just wish you'd talk to me and not let everything build up." You pout, placing your palm on his cheek before snorting out a laugh. "Not that it wasn't amazing. I've never seen you so possessive–it was hot."

He giggled at this, too, a soft blush rising in the apple of his cheeks. 

"But really, talk to me next. You aren't okay after something like that. Okay?"

"Gotcha," He scoffs before peppering you with kisses all over again.

Ahh!! I guess your my first anon 🌷 :)

Also, apologies for the insane word count, I yap a lot as you can tell 😅