#the secret is they're both whipped

[halemerry]

Okay but like Aziraphale asking Crowley for things isn't just for Aziraphale. In fact it's often something Aziraphale does for Crowley. If Aziraphale asks, even wordlessly, this creates a scenario where Crowley is allowed to do something nice for someone while being allowed to hide it behind the context of an eye roll or an if you insist. It puts a degree of removal between Crowley and the act itself that makes it easier and safer for him to do. Crowley likes to do nice things. Aziraphale knows this. Just like Crowley knows Aziraphale likes to be cared for. They've stumbled this way into this mutually beneficial act where Aziraphale gets to indulge in being indulged and Crowley gets to indulge in doing the indulging - which are both things they do not normally get to indulge in - because they're complimentary even in this.

Asking the being that just quoted poetry at you to save this dying play you're both watching. Creating scenarios for him to rescue you when you know he loves the chance to get to save someone for once. Letting him drive you both around in his fancy new machine he's so delightfully proud of even though you got a license the same year he got the car. Asking him to remove a stain so he can act like you're the dramatic one while taking all the joy in theatrically removing it for you. They're all acts of mutual care and love. Because they're both so hopelessly smitten with another they can't help themselves from indulging the other.

[sysig]

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[zephyrchama]

[Thoughts about an MC who gets periods]

Getting periods in the Devildom must be pretty rough. Demons probably don’t get them, and the number of humans freely wandering around has to be incredibly low. If MC takes the form of a sheep then they likely don't have to deal with it immediately, but eventually that's going to wear off and they'll revert back to a human. Does the Devildom even have pads and tampons for sale?

MC might have to sheepishly ask Barbatos if he can acquire some in bulk from the human world. Barbatos would remain professional as always when inquiring about the use of these products and their role in daily life. He'd have to report it to the prince. They're both aware of what periods are, but only in a vague "oh yeah, humans do that" kind of way. (Perhaps in the future, Lucifer could use his secret Akuzon account to order more?)

There's surely some plant or potion that prevents them, but they're not meant for long term use. Probably tastes nasty over time and covers human skin in a weird oozing rash if consumed too often.

A month or two into the exchange program, MC might have to call up Solomon for aid.

---

“Can you help me with something?”

Solomon, not too interested in MC yet, agrees just to be amicable with his fellow human exchange student. They must be scared! They must be missing humans! “Is something on your mind?”

“You know how to do magic, right?”

What a silly question. It’s almost refreshing to hear. “I do.”

“Do you know… like, uh, smell…? Reducing magic? Something to cover up smells? Without being obvious, I mean. I feel like I stink and I was really hoping you could help me figure something out.”

How cute, he thinks. He can’t quite remember the time when he smelled fully human anymore, and he can’t really smell the distinct odor on people that demons can, but he knows demons can easily sniff out a human from afar. “Oh, don’t worry about that. It should go away on its own as you spend time here.”

MC isn’t convinced. “I don’t think it will…”

“Trust me. How are you finding Devildom cuisine? I know you’re not used to it, but eating more will help you adjust. I can whip up a few simpler dishes for you to try if you need help.”

MC is silent for a bit. Solomon thinks his job is done until they say quietly, “that’s not the problem.”

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure the brothers I live with can smell, uh, my cycle.” No use being coy about it, better get straight to the point. “They stare at me when I’m on my period. I think - no, I know - they can smell the blood. I’ve seen them sniff the air when I’m around. It's weird. And I can’t exactly stop it from happening every month.”

“Oh.” Now it’s Solomon’s turn to be quiet. He’s embarrassed and surprised, a little humbled, and also really interested in this problem. It’s not something he’s ever thought about before.

MC continues, “I think they can tell when I’m ovulating too, Asmo started lingering around more often, and Lucifer looked scarier than usual, and they all stare more, and-”

“I think I get it.” Solomon can’t stop his face from turning pink. Despite his usual grin, he doesn't think he’s ready to listen to the rest of MC’s sentence.

There should be an easy solution, but it’s something that warrants testing if MC doesn’t want the brothers noticing a sudden spell cast upon them. It could get mistaken for something malicious. Solomon says, “I might be able to help. Can you come over today?”

[luveline]

hi, i have a request for hotch if that's okay with you :)

when they're on the jet, yn is smiling a lot at her phone so the team starts to tease her because the think that she has a mysterious boyfriend. and she does, but he's sitting right next to her and he's also wondering who's making her smile like that since it's clearly not him

tysm!

Hotch is trying hard to award you your privacy, but your smile makes it difficult. You're actually squared away from him despite sitting in the seat beside him of your own free will, your phone to your chest, a huge smile curved across your cute mouth. 'Cute mouth', Hotch thinks to himself with derision. He's thoroughly whipped for you. It might not work out. 

You've been secretive and strange on your phone for an hour now. With nothing left to do but wait for the jet to touch down, you can watch whatever or text whenever you want. Hotch just wishes it wasn't so distracting. Who are you texting? He feels ill. 

"Who's that?" 

The dam finally breaks. As soon as Morgan asks, Emily pipes up, "Yeah, who is it?" as Rossi laughs and declares, "I know that look. Young Y/N's in love." 

You side eye Hotch. "Workplace harassment," you say. 

"Who is it?" Hotch asks. 

You gawp but laugh at his unprofessional questioning, pressing your phone screen tight to your chest. "Hotch, it's–" 

"Your not-so-secret boyfriend? Come on, we all know you have one," Morgan says. 

"I know you know, you're like sharks," you say, giving them all a great long look. 

For weeks now, you've glowed. This overzealous smiling and laughing is the straw that breaks the camel's back. Your nosy coworkers can't hold back their curiosity any longer. Hotch was stupid enough to think that your secretive dates and nights spent curled in on one another might be the reason behind your new hopped up sprightliness, but apparently not. 

"So you admit it!" Emily cheers. 

"Maybe. But it's not what's happening on my phone." 

"Well, what is it?" Spencer asks. 

They've leaned in on you, a circle of eager faces. Your sudden decision to admit you —maybe— have a boyfriend is as much as anyone's gotten out of you in weeks. If anyone could tease the truth from you, of course it's Hotch, and so the team looks to their leader pleadingly. 

He's not sure he wants to know. "They won't leave you alone otherwise," he says, hoping that his expression shows his leniency. Your secrets are your own if you want to keep them. 

You smile at him. Again, he thinks you have a cute mouth, and that he's biassed but you definitely smile sweeter at him than anyone else. You and Hotch know something the others don't, amusement like light behind your irises. "I'll show you," you say smugly, "and only you, Hotch." 

"Typical," Morgan murmurs, sitting back on the couch. 

Hotch clenches his sweaty palms beneath the table. "Alright." 

You lean in against his shoulder. Your phone turns on, and he's taking deep breaths as you click to your photo app, and then an album labelled with a simple, '<3'. 

It's photos of him. Most he knows you took, sitting across from you in dark restaurants or kneeling in your apartment putting together a new set of drawers. Your giggles begin in earnest as you swipe through them to a more recent photograph. You couldn't have taken it more than a week ago, when he'd stayed the night with you by accident, too tired to leave. His face is slack in sleep. He realises it's a video when you click a button and the sound of crinkling fabric plays from your speaker. In the video, you unbutton the tight collar of his shirt, stroking his neck briefly with a loving knuckle. The video moves down to frame his arm, his hand clinging to your other one like a sucker. 

Hotch looks up from the video and blinks at you. Your hand on his sleeping neck, the sound of your tired laughter —he can't not smile. "Oh. That's…"

"What did you show him?" Morgan asks, his voice coloured with both amusement and frustration. The team echo his question.

"I can't kiss and tell," you say, still tucked up by his side. 

"I think it's best if you don't, L/N," Hotch agrees. 

He'd lose all credibility. 

[hyukalyptus]

something nice — sub!fem!reader x dom!yeonjun x servicetop!kai

cw. reader is in an established (open) relationship with yeonjun, cucking? (kai eats reader's pussy while yj watches lol), cunnilingus ofc, nipple play, orgasm denial, edging, pet names (baby, jjun), begging, mention of "punishment" but nothing's ever done, yeonjun and kai talk about reader and what they're gonna do to her (without her understanding—everything is consensual in the beginning, but read note below), let me know if there's anything else. notes. IMPORTANT: ok so the tea with this one. the idea here is that the reader doesn't speak korean well and kai and yj are speaking korean to kinda talk about the reader and what they're gonna do to her so she doesn't understand. nothing aggressive, just describing what to do to her body so she's kinda surprised? SO!! anything in italics is in korean. thats important!! also idk how i feel about this???? smut under cut. wc. 1.5K

“Did she give you a reason or did she just break up with you?” You’re eavesdropping on Yeonjun and Kai—not that they’re being very secretive. They’re talking about a woman Kai’s been seeing while you play video games and attempt to translate in your head, but you're not being too successful, catching a few words here and there. 

“She did say one thing,” Kai says hesitantly. “But it’s kinda embarrassing.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” he starts, scooting closer to Yeonjun to awkwardly whisper something to him, twiddling his thumbs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh,” Yeonjun chuckles. “That’s…man, if you get really good at that, you could date anyone.”

“What are you talking about?” You finally pause your game, curiosity getting the best of you. Looking up, Kai looks like you caught him stealing cookies from a cookie jar while Yeonjun tries to hold back a chuckle. The three of you exchange looks until Yeonjun rolls his eyes to bluntly say—

“Eating women out.”

“Yeonjun—!” Kai says, shoving his arm.

“What?” He chuckles, returning the shove. “I eat her out all the time. She knows what it is. She knows you eat pussy too.”

“But that’s why that woman broke up with you?” You ask. “Because you…you're bad at eating pussy?” He blushes, averting his attention to the floor while he clasps his hands together, nodding shyly.

“Be honest, babe—am I good at eating you out?”

Looking between the two of them, you sit up and say, “Yeah, you’re probably the best I’ve had, but we’re super compatible, you know? We’re, like, super in love. That makes a big difference sometimes.”

Holding back a cocky smile, he asks, “But, objectively, I’m pretty good, right?” You shrug and nod—really, he probably is the best you’ve ever had, but that’s another story. 

“What makes it good?” Kai asks.

Humming, you think before saying, “First, he doesn’t go straight for it.” Turning red and ears getting warm, you gush and— “Oh god, Kai, don’t look at me when I tell you this.”

“Ah, this is ridiculous,” Yeonjun exasperates. “Do you just wanna practice on her?” You both whip your heads in his direction. “If you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he says to you. “Just thought it might be helpful.” 

Oh, how did you end up here? Laying in Yeonjun's bed, clenching your thighs together out of nervousness. “Remember, this is kinda specific to her. Pay attention to what whoever you’re with wants.” Kai nods, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“She already said this—” Yeonjun says. “I don’t go straight for it. I kiss her first, then make my way down there.”

“You want him to kiss me?”

He shrugs and says, “If you’re alright with that.”

“If you are,” you say, looking Kai in the eyes. Both of them can’t help but notice the confidence you seem to be exuding, especially compared to Kai. Trembling fingers reaching for your cheek, he looks at you for permission one final time. Finally leaning in, his lips press to yours. 

You’d forgotten what it was like to have a first kiss with someone. Kai’s kisses are different from Yeonjun’s. Kai’s are much more cautious, more careful—not necessarily shy, but careful. It quickly turns hot and heavy. But you remember Yeonjun is watching you, suddenly overtaken with bashfulness, you break the kiss to glance over at him. 

Him and that sinister smile. 

Turning back to Kai, you crash into his lips again, humming into his mouth and smirking to rub how much you're enjoying this in Yeonjun's face.  

“Touch her,” Yeonjun says. “Kinda slowly, but then a little more intense.” Kai does as he’s told, his hand dragging up your hip to squeeze your tits. “Under her shirt.” 

His hand on the outside of your bra feels new and exciting. Reaching around your back to unhook it, you break the kiss to take your shirt off, pulling at the hem of his. 

“Slow down for a second,” Yeonjun chuckles and Kai listens, placing gentle kisses to your collarbone. “Lick her nipples.” Swirling his tongue around your nipple, you gasp, reaching for his hair. “Pay attention to which one she likes better.”

Kai tests both, slyly licking between the two. After testing the waters, he picks correctly. You chuckle thinking about Yeonjun sitting on a chair across the room, smirking in approval. You could look for yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. 

“Keep licking her until her hips roll.” This is a bit crazy, isn’t it? The guy you love telling another man how to fuck you the way you like. “Not yet.” Yeonjun switches to Korean, making you roll your eyes. If you didn’t have the energy to translate in your head earlier, you definitely can’t focus enough to translate now.

Lips trailing down your body, he tugs at your shorts, but keeps your cute pink panties on. Yeonjun talks him through every move—to lick his thumb and rub your nipple, to press his nose to the outside of your panties, to skate his lips across your inner thighs. 

Your hips roll uncontrollably, practically begging him to taste you. 

“Kai—” You whisper, your body instantly burning at the sound of the both of them chuckling. Pulling your panties down and off your legs, he throws them to Yeonjun who happily wads them up to sniff them and smell how delicious you are. 

Licking his thumb again, he keeps rubbing circles over your nipple as he finally licks your clit, your back arching as soon as he touches it. 

“Fuck—” You say breathlessly, looking down at him as his eyes sparkle up at you, your head dropping to your pillow with a thud. “Who the fuck is this bitch that says you’re bad at this?” He shakes his head, digging deeper into your pussy. 

Smiling cockily, you look over at Yeonjun, trying to control his breathing. He can’t help it—the two of you are just too hot together. He's never been able to enjoy this kind of view before. Seeing how every part of your body reacts to being touched—it's an incredible view.

“Please tell me he’s allowed to make me cum, baby,” You beg.

“Of course,” he chuckles smugly. “If he can.” Kai’s eating you out like he’s absolutely starving. And it’s true—he can’t help it. You taste too fucking good. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as you start squeaking, throwing your head back. 

“Okay, that sound means she’s gonna cum soon. Try to bring her as close to the edge as possible and then stop.” 

“Fuck, Kai,” you breathe. “Right there—yes.” You can’t believe how good he is at this, especially given the reason you're under his tongue right now. He’s supposed to be bad at this, right? 

You’re so fucking close and he can feel it. “Don’t stop—” he brings you right there. And then he does it. He stops. “Agh, fuck you,” you groan. Looking down at him, his smirking at you, eyes flashing between you and Yeonjun. 

He doesn’t waste too much time before getting back to your pussy, flicking his tongue over your clit. 

“Take it away from her for a bit. Lick her nipples again.” He does just that. You’re aching, bucking your hips over and over, desperately trying to relieve some kind of tension. But his tongue does feel amazing on your tits. Threading your fingers through his hair, you tug at it hard. He groans, his mouth dropping open like you just unlocked a new kink of his. 

Now he can’t take it anymore. Hips jutting forward, you feel the roughness of his sweatpants drag against your center, relieving some of that tension. You gasp, resorting to begging him to get back to licking you. 

“No, don’t,” Yeonjun says sternly. 

“But I want to,” Kai whines back, looking at your pussy hungrily, sticking the tip of his tongue out, giving his best begging eyes. But Yeonjun just shakes his head, satisfied with watching you uncontrollably rolling your hips up toward Kai’s mouth. Kai compromises, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs to yank you closer to him and presses his lips to the skin right around your clit, teasing you even more. 

“Babe—” you breathe, begging Yeonjun with your eyes to let him continue licking you. 

“I know, baby, I know…” he responds, his voice low and rough. He finally lets him lick you again. But he doesn’t show much mercy. He repeats the same tactic over and over—having him bring you right to the edge, even to the point of tears, then he stops right in his tracks.

"I'm gonna tell you to stop, but I want you to keep going, okay?" Kai nods, agreeing to his instructions. Bringing you to the edge again, you're begging for mercy, begging to cum. "Don't let her cum, Kai," he says, making tears form in your eyes. "Stop—"

And he does.

"I told you to let her cum that time."

"Sorry," he smiles up at him, licking his lips. "It's so fun to see her beg like that though." Tilting his head toward you, he says, "Look at her...she's got tears in her eyes. Isn't that the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen?"

"It's okay, baby," he says, fingers flowing through your hair while Kai's mouth finds your clit again. You're moaning, gasping for air, swearing, screaming, anything to try to find a release. "Not yet. Don't let her fucking cum, Kai." You don't think you can handle this much longer. Edging is nice, yes, but this? This is bordering torture.

"Please, please, please, Jjun..." you trail off. "Just please let me cum. I can't take it anymore."

"I know you can take it, baby. Fucking taking it so well..."

It's building again. That knot in your stomach that gets tighter and tighter with every second. That white hot fire in the pit of your stomach waiting to explode.

"Don't stop, Kai," you blurt. "I'm gonna cum—" Slamming your palm over your mouth—you shouldn't have said that. He's gonna make you regret saying that.

"Don't let her cum," he orders.

But his grip gets tighter. His tongue licks furiouser. His face digs deeper. You're so fucking close. Closer than you've ever been tonight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kai..." your orgasms crashes over you like a bolt of lightning. "Yes, fuck yes, that feels so fucking good." You feel like you're having an out of body experience. It's one of the best fucking orgasms of your life. "Don't stop, right there." You chest heaves with heavy breaths.

Coming down from one of the best orgasms of your life, your vision clears up and all you keep thinking is how much Yeonjun's gonna make you pay for this. You came without his permission—what's he gonna do now? Everything flashes across your mind: not letting you cum for a week, spanking you until your ass had his hand print on it, tying you up for hours, you're not sure.

But he doesn't do any of that. His hand caresses your cheek as he smiles down at you, "Did that feel good, baby?"

Confused, you nod, "Mhmm." You're still nervous, looking around at everyone's reactions. Kai's smirking while he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Bad at eating pussy my ass," you say, shoving his shoulder with your foot.

"Ah, I knew you a had a little crush on him...I've seen how you look at him." Your face turns beet red. He's noticed that? Oh god... "I just wanted to do something nice for my baby."

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Period Drabble; LADS

Word count; 1,267

Warnings; mention of periods, slight stereotypes like mood swings and etc, fluff

Notes; So, since mine just started, I thought I'd just do a little drabble. They're not the best to be honest, but I just wanted to post something and it seems cute/fluffy enough! Periods are only vaguely mentioned in Rafayel's, but I think it still works.

One of Zayne's secret times also inspired me, they all have at least one period related secret time– which I find really sweet. Zayne's mentioned the raspberry tea and the massage, which I actually did for a bit today and it 100% helped. At least, for a little bit before I woke up enough to take some tylenol.

Anyway! I hope you enjoy, it's rather short and I didn't proof-read at all, but it'll be fine since it's a just drabble. I have a few more drabble ideas, but this one was more of a random idea so apologizes that it's not formatted well!

Xavier

“Are you alright? Sorry– shouldn't have asked that.” Xavier immediately retracts his question whenever your head whips around to look at him. 

You were curled up in a ball, sitting on the floor, and trying to slowly breathe until your pain medication kicks in. 

The first few days of your period were always rough. The pain akin to…Well, it was hard to describe. It definitely hurt though, that's for sure. 

“I'll be right back.” Xavier pats your head as he steps past you, but you wrap your arms around his leg. “Where are you going?” You couldn't tell that you were being clingy nor did you notice that your mood swings were all over the place. You honestly thought you were acting as normal as ever. 

“I'm going to the store, okay?” He chuckles, kneeling down to remove your hands from his leg. He holds both of them in-between his and dips his head down to place a small kiss on your knuckles. “I'll be back in a flash. You'll never even realize I left.” 

Disappointment bubbles in your chest and you let out a sigh, but nod your head. “Okay…” you didn't exactly want to be alone, but if Xavier needed to leave for a moment, you didn't want to bother him and make him stay. 

And indeed, Xavier was back very soon. In record time. 

He re-enters the apartment, seemingly out of breath, but the moment you look at him, he stands up straight. He has a plastic bag in his hands as he walks over to you. 

He kneels back down next to you and starts sifting through the bag. “I got some chocolate…I didn't know what kind you liked so I got regular, white, dark, and mint.” As he sets them down on the coffee table, you quickly grab your favourite to open it up. 

You start eating as Xavier continues with a chuckle, “I got a heating pad, some chamomile tea, some raspberries…” 

“You didn't have to get all of this…” You say, but you can't hide the smile on your lips. While he really didn't need to do all of this, you did appreciate it. A lot. 

“Oh, I also looked up some massages that can relieve cramps. I could do those for you later, if you want?” 

Rafayel 

“Hey– stop throwing brushes at me!” Rafayel huffs with a hand on his hip. “I'm sorry I got some paint on you.” 

You pause mid-throw and raise a brow, “I told you I wasn't in the mood to play around.” A thick purple line of dried paint decorates your cheek. 

“And I just apologized for that!” Rafayel throws his hands up in the air before he walks over to grab a washcloth. He wets it and heads back over to you. “Truce?” 

“I–” you sigh before shaking your head. “Fine. I guess I'm sorry too.” 

The purple-haired man chuckles as he tilts your chin up with a finger. “Look, if I knew you were on your period, I wouldn't have done that. Seriously, do I look like I want to die today?” He gently wipes your cheek with the wet cloth. 

“I'll help you clean up your brushes.” You reluctantly say, a little embarrassed at your overreaction, but you did tell him you didn't want to play around today. 

“I have a better idea.” Rafayel tosses the washcloth onto the table once he's done and picks up a lone paint brush from the floor. “Here. Paint on me.” 

“Huh?” 

“You can paint on me to your heart's content and until you feel better.” He curls your fingers around the brush and then gives you a small smile. “After that, we can make something to eat. I picked up a few boxes of cake mix, so we can bake one together.” 

Sylus 

“Sylus–” 

“It's fine, sweetie. I just threw the bedsheets in the wash, along with your clothes.” The taller man says as he walks back into the room. 

You sat, curled up against the headboard of the naked bed, with your head buried into your knees. 

“I don't see why you're embarrassed over it. A period is a normal thing.” Sylus shrugs as he sits down on the bed, patting the mattress so you'd move to sit next to him. “I sent the twins out to go procure some pads, tampons, and whatever else you might need. It's a shame the N109 Zone doesn't sell any of it…I might have to fix that.” He hums. 

You sigh and slowly move to sit next to Sylus, doing your best not to move too much. “It's a normal thing, yes, but it's embarrassing to wake up and have…blood all over the bed.” 

“You should be glad it's only your period. I would've thought you were dying otherwise.” The white-haired man laughs before handing you a bottle of pills. “It's the only pain medication we have around here. If you can't take it, I'll have Mephisto go out and get some more.” 

“Stop talking about it.” You hide your face in your hands. 

“Alright, I'm sorry, kitten. Just take your medicine before the pain kicks in. I'll go make you some tea.” He pats your hand but, as he goes to stand up, you feel your body jerk forward. 

“Sylus–” you bite back your anger, momentarily thinking that he was dragging you by the wrist, but when you look down you realize your wrists were connected with that annoying red light. “Seriously?” Why now of all times?

“It seems like you really didn't want me to leave you alone.” Sylus muses with a raised brow before he carefully picks you up. “I'll have to make your tea like this then.” 

“Hey–” 

“Would you rather I drag you around? I really don't want to piss you off. I think I'd actually fear for my life if I did.” 

Zayne 

“Don't get up.” You hear Zayne whisper and the bed shifts as the older man moves to get up. “I'll go make you some raspberry tea for your cramps.”

“Zayne…” Your hand pats against the bed, searching for him and you hear him sigh, his hand resting on top of yours. 

“I'll be right back, snow angel.”

“Let me help you sit up.” Zayne places the mug of hot tea on the bedside table, his hand moving to rest against your back as he aids you in sitting up. “Is the pain too bad? I'd hate for you to rely on medication, but if it's hurting too much, I can get some for you.” 

“It's not…too bad right now.” But your facial expression betrays you as a sharp pain floods through your lower abdomen. 

“Here.” Zayne lifts a spoon from the tea, blowing on it to cool it off, and lifts the spoon to your lips. “These raspberries should help with your cramps.” 

After you drink some more of the tea, Zayne gets back in bed next to you. His chest against your back and his hands rest slightly under your stomach. 

“Sleep for a little while longer…I'll keep massaging here, so you won't be in pain while you sleep.” The black haired man places a soft kiss on your head. 

His fingers gently push down on your lower abdomen, moving in a slow, circular motion. 

It felt…soothing. It was also surprisingly taking the pain away, but that could also be from the tea. 

“Do you have work today?” You tiredly ask, a yawn escaping from your lips and you feel Zayne shake his head. 

“I'm taking off. A certain patient requires all of my attention, at least for today."

[p0orbaby]

Can we still request blurbs???

If so, can I request something for Alessia x Reader who is Leah's sister and doesn't know they're dating with them putting in so much work to hide their relationship and slip up by kissing/making out near Leah and are just like 'oh shit, we didn't tell her...'

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Hiding a relationship from Leah, your sister and part-time private investigator, is no small feat. It’s like trying to smuggle a giraffe through airport security. You and Alessia have managed it for six months—a masterclass in secret hand-holding, coded texts, and absolutely no public displays of affection.

Until today.

The plan is simple: brunch at your mum’s house, then a lazy Sunday afternoon spent in different rooms to avoid suspicion. Easy. Leah’s upstairs, rummaging through old boxes, and you and Alessia are in the kitchen, ostensibly “making tea.”

Except Alessia’s leaning against the counter, giving you that smile, the one that makes you forget about common sense, gravity, and the existence of Leah Williamson.

“You’re staring,” Alessia teases, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” you shoot back, stepping closer. It’s meant to sound cheeky, but your voice dips in that way it does when you’re hopelessly gone for her.

She laughs, the kind of laugh that’s half breath and entirely trouble. “We shouldn’t—”

You kiss her before she can finish. It’s instinctive, automatic, and utterly stupid because, in your head, the kitchen is still safe territory. A kiss here doesn’t count as reckless.

Except it does.

The kiss deepens. Alessia’s hands find your waist. Your fingers twist into her hair. Somewhere in the haze of it all, you hear the creak of the floorboards, but you don’t register it—

Until Leah’s voice cuts through the room like a whip.

“What. The actual. Hell”

You and Alessia spring apart so fast you nearly knock over the kettle. Leah’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed, her face a picture of pure disbelief.

“Leah!” you squeak, trying to sound casual but failing spectacularly. “Didn’t hear you come down.”

“Clearly,” she deadpans, eyes darting between the two of you. “What’s going on here?”

Alessia looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole. “Um…”

“Making tea?” you offer, holding up an empty mug like it’s evidence of your innocence.

Leah raises an eyebrow. “By sticking your tongue down each other’s throats?”

Alessia coughs, going beetroot red. You rub the back of your neck, scrambling for an explanation that doesn’t sound insane.

“We were… just… um… testing boundaries?” you try, but even as you say it, you know it’s stupid.

“Boundaries?” Leah repeats, her voice climbing an octave.

There’s a long silence. The kettle boils. No one moves.

Finally, Alessia takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, so we’re together.”

Leah blinks. Once. Twice. “You’re what?”

“Together,” you repeat, because apparently you like living dangerously. “Have been for a while, actually”

Leah’s face shifts from shock to something resembling betrayal. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“We were going to,” Alessia says quickly. “Just, you know… not like this”

Leah looks between the two of you, her disbelief melting into something more familiar: exasperation. “So, let me get this straight. My sister and my teammate have been sneaking around for months, making out in kitchens, and thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“Pretty much,” you say, shrugging helplessly.

There’s another pause, and then, to your surprise, Leah bursts out laughing. It’s not a comforting laugh, though; it’s the kind of laugh that says you’re both idiots, and I’m going to make sure you know it.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” she says, grinning wickedly. “You realise you’ve just handed me months of blackmail material, right?”

“Leah—”

“No, no. Don’t worry.” She waves you off, still laughing. “I won’t tell Mum. Yet”

As she leaves the kitchen, you and Alessia exchange a look of pure horror.

“She’s never going to let this go, is she?” Alessia asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not in a million years,” you reply, groaning.

Somewhere upstairs, you hear Leah yell, “Hope the tea’s worth it!”

It’s not.

[macfrog]

If you ever feel up to it - a little short story from the scom universe about reader and Joel deciding to have a second baby or finding out they're pregnant for the second time would warm my cold dead heart <3

i am. so. sorry. for the word count on this i truly do not know what happened. but i had a lot of fun with it, so. hopefully y'all do, too. happy fathers day! x

jellybean ~4k words | series masterlist warnings: pregnancy symptoms (feeling and being sick, horniness + sleepiness. aka me even when not pregnant), 99% just duckie vs her mom

Duckie spills the secret on a Friday.

The morning is lazy, slow. The breathing of the sea across a plain of beach. Your fingers sift through her hair like the breeze through sun-bleached pages. The way she and the sun tint the room peach.

Sarah sprawls out across the spot still warm on her dad’s side of the bed. She’s in a habit of waking up early to sneak through to your room, lift the bottom of the covers, and army crawl between your bodies.

Joel’s in a habit of stirring to the heat of her at his back, her tiny toes at his spine, and turning to scoop her in one arm. They sleep curled into one another, mouths catching flies.

This morning, though, she’s up to something. She brought a secret.

She’s flat-out on her stomach, pens scratching at the paper. There’s the scent of cherry and lemon and green apple tangling in the air. Taut frown on her face, tongue poked with concentration. She looks just like her dad.

She pauses and looks up at you. “What color is this part?” she asks, dabbing at the blank hubcap.

“Silver,” you reply, fixing the cap back onto the grape pen before it stains your sheets.

She huffs. “I don’t have silver, Mama.”

You tap on the page. “Daddy’s wing mirrors are black, but you did ‘em green. The colors don’t matter, do they?”

But it’s seven a.m., and you’re sharing only the red jellybeans for something of a pre-breakfast snack (the four-year-old’s idea), and you’re exhausted despite having slept the full night, and she keeps halting any time Joel’s humming quietens – just in case he spoils his birthday surprise.

She hunkers down with the lemon pen to nail the emblem of his truck, and you figure – color is just the least of it. Truthfully, to your kid – and so, to you, too – nothing has ever mattered more.

You cup her cheek and lift her gaze back to meet yours. “How about I grab you a glitter pen today, just for the wheels?”

She grins. Little milk teeth, gappy and gummy. Peach fuzz cheeks, sweet as the rest of her, a perfect fit in the palm of your hand.

I love you I love you you’re my whole world I love you, you want to say.

Instead: “Only if we tidy your room later. Deal?”

“Deal, Mama,” Sarah giggles, and her little ink-stained hands splay out across the page again.

She scribbles only a few more splotches of color before you both notice it.

The sudden silence.

The water’s stopped running. The shower screen rattles as he pulls it back. Dripdripdrip from the showerhead straight down to the empty basin.

Sarah twists to watch Joel’s disembodied arm blindly grab for a towel folded on the sink. It whips off out of sight, and he calls through from the bathroom.

“Duckie? You still there?”

“Gogogo,” you whisper, helping your daughter cover her dad’s drawing with blank sheets. “Leave the jellybeans, Duck, save yourself!”

She finds the entire thing hysterical. Swinging her masterpiece under one arm, two fistfuls of rainbow pens, springing from the mattress like it suddenly caught flame. She throws herself from the foot of the bed and dashes across the hall to her own room, candy scattering in her wake.

Joel’s head cranes around the doorframe. “Where’d she go?”

You smile, shrugging. Chewing innocently on a jellybean. “That’s funny. She was here a second ago.”

He pads over to the bed, towel slung loose around his hips. Smirks, when your hungry eyes descend his figure – the bearlike shape of him, all muscle and fur, toned where he needs it but soft where you want it.

He cages over you, dark hair dripping with the smell of citrus, skin sticky.

His lips are like velvet against yours. Tongue still singed with coffee. A low growl from his throat when you lean forward to lick into his mouth.

“Smell so goddamn good,” you murmur, dipping your head to bury into the crook of his neck.

His beard is fuzzier when it’s damp, natural masculine musk melded with the fresh soap and rich aftershave he uses. All honey and oatmeal, mixed with a woodsy scent – and fuck, it’s intoxicating. Moreso than usual – stronger and sexier.

You take his hands and lower them to your hips, letting his fingers knot around the baggy material of your – his T-shirt. Tugging on it, exposing the slip of delicate lace on your hips.

“Darlin’,” Joel warns, “we’re late. We still gotta drop Duckie off – If she walks in –”

You groan, huffing back into the mattress. The weight between your legs ripples over the horizon, pulses into weak nothing.

Joel fixes the shirt back down to your thighs just as the thunder of his daughter’s footsteps rumbles back into the room.

Tonight, he breathes, slicking some of the hair from his face.

You grin, taking his hand to pull yourself back up.

Sarah materializes in the doorway, a lingering half-girl. Smiling from behind the frame, twisting the ball of her foot into the floor.

“Hi, Duck,” Joel says, still playing with your fingers.

“Hi.”

“You look guilty.”

Her grin widens. She totters into the room, launches herself onto the bed, and nuzzles into your side. She squirms when Joel digs his fingers into her waist.

The beats of her laughter drum against your ribs, the same way her fists used to when she lived inside you.

“Alright.” You cradle her, her little head tipping back to wake the rest of Austin up with her squeals of glee. “Are we ready for some actual food, now?”

Joel chuckles, reaching for his mug.

Sarah nods from your lap. Her eyes drift down to the print on your tee. “Mama?”

“Mhm?”

“Do they like jellybeans?”

You frown. “Does who like jellybeans?”

Her finger prods lightly into your tummy. “The baby.”

Joel chokes, splattering coffee into his fist. He slams the mug down, pounds his chest clear of liquid.

“There’s no – Jesus, Joel,” you swipe mocha flecks from the sheets, “Told Sarah to be careful with her pens and then you spray coffee all over the…”

Sarah rolls off, cackling. “Silly Daddy,” she hoots, leaping on the bedroom floor.

“Hey,” you usher her over to the door, “Why don’t you go pick out what you wanna wear today? I’ll be right behind you. Quit tryna give your dad a heart attack, okay?”

“The baby, Mama,” she’s repeating, walking like a little convict. She turns over the threshold to her room like it’s a cell, her pink pajama uniform and guilty expression to go with it. Still laughing, swallowing the ticklish bursts when she notices you’re shaking your head.

“There is no baby.” You kneel before her, repeating, “No baby. Just you. How about your T-shirt with the butterflies?”

It seems to distract her enough. Thank Christ. She gasps, inspired, and twirls off to find the tee.

“Fucking hell,” you sigh, pushing back to your feet.

Joel’s flapping the sheets when you slip back into your room, still clearing his throat. Half-dressed: a white T-shirt over his broad chest and a pair of black boxers. Soaked hair clinging to the back of his neck and drying in flicks across his forehead.

Jesus, you want to pull him back over you and let him have his way.

You close the door over and spin, hands on your hips. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me?” he croaks. “Did you hear what she just said?”

“You’ve known this kid for four years, Joel, you really can’t tell when she’s fucking with you? She’s my kid, keep up.”

“Just seemed an awfully –” he thumps his chest again, “– awfully specific thing to say.”

“She’s in a phase I think,” you reply, catching the pillow he tosses across. “She’s telling stories. Last week, her pre-K teacher congratulated me our supposed wedding. Asked to see pictures of the Mickey Mouse officiant.”

“Jesus,” he grumbles. “She really bought that?”

You mimic the breezy voice: “Sarah was very convincing.”

Joel scoffs. “I don’t know if I can take a lying phase and a copying phase at the same time. Every goddamn word I say, she’s gotta repeat it.”

“She idolizes you,” you straighten the sheets, “I think it’s endearing.”

“Hm. Just wait until it’s you.”

He wanders around the bed, pulls your back against his chest. His arms cross over your tummy, lips pressing into your shoulder where his shirt has slipped.

“How much harder would two be?” he mumbles into the bare skin.

“Two Sarahs?” You scoff.

Joel laughs. “Yeah, you’re right. I forget she runs on chaos and jellybeans.”

“Yup,” you turn in his arms, linking yours behind his neck, “And there ain’t no point in talking about it anyways, because I am not fucking pregnant.”

He rolls his forehead against yours, stealing bristly kisses. “Okay.”

“I’m not, Joel.”

“I believe you, baby.”

Sarah’s bedtime is a liberal eight, eight thirty on weekends. She likes to sit up, lodged between you and Joel on the couch, and help pick the movie you two will watch once she’s in bed.

Once – and only once – Joel tried to fool her by pretending to play her choice, then switching as soon as she went down.

The kid quizzed him on the movie the next morning. He failed. She’s never forgotten.

Tonight, though, Joel’s out. Some game that you know and care too little about sports to learn the name or importance of. He’s with some buddies at the local bar, probably nursing his second beer in as many hours, and counting down the minutes until he can come home to his girls.

Sarah snores soundly, slumped at your side as though butter wouldn’t melt. The flicker from the TV across her face, the gentle mumbling of the voices onscreen. Her hands limp in her lap, fingers idling in a pink snack bowl.

You admire her, stealing a piece of her popcorn. Teeth grinding down when you remember dishing it for her earlier, hearing her curious voice ask whether or not the baby likes popcorn more than jellybeans.

Nope, you sang, tossing a handful in your mouth as you passed her the bowl. Imaginary babies don’t eat popcorn.

She snorted (which unnerved you, because what the fuck is this kid finding so funny?), and followed you to the living room so close that you could feel her toes at your heels.

Some of the kids in her class have siblings. Some older, but mostly younger. It’s the only fucking explanation, the only thing that explains this sudden interest in the real estate of your uterus.

She’s going through a phase, you tell yourself, suckling on popcorn. But then – how many fucking phases do kids go through? Which phases did you go through?

Barney & Friends. That was a fucking phase. Refusing to leave the house without the hoodie your mom bought you from the Museum of Natural History, even in the height of summer. Ketchup and broccoli, your boyfriend at seventeen, frisbeeing your neighbor’s newspaper and aiming for his flowerpots.

Phase, phase, fucking phase.

Does she know something you don’t?

…No. You took a test just last week. Shut up. Stop letting the kid into your fucking head.

Joel’s keys jangle on the other side of the door, shunting into the lock with a sound which stills your brain.

You tilt your head over the back of the couch, your man’s beard tickling your nose as he kisses you. “Evening.”

“Missed you,” he whispers against your lips. He straightens and tugs the jacket from his shoulders. “She not in bed yet?”

“She fell asleep down here,” you reply. “I got too tired to carry her up.”

He caresses your forehead, big pillowy palm. “You feelin’ okay?”

“It’s been a long day,” you grumble.

Joel smiles. He flops down onto the couch beside you, reaching over to stroke Sarah’s head.

You roll, solid as a rock, curling into his side. “She keeps saying it, Joel. She keeps fucking saying it.”

His chest jumps, tectonic plates moving with a laugh. “You’ve met your match, honey. Produced a professional little shit.”

“One of the other moms from her class is pregnant,” you mumble. “That’s gotta be it, right? That’s where she’s getting it from?”

“Maybe,” Joel muses. His fingers link with yours. “Why don’t you take a test anyways? Settle it in your mind?”

It startles you awake, even if only enough to prove the fucking point.

“No, Joel!” you hiss, body jerking. “If I take a test, and it turns out negative – which it will – she wins! My four-year-old fooled me. No,” you pluck spilled popcorn from your lap, pinging it back into the bowl, “I know this kid. I gave birth to this kid. She is not fucking winning.”

“Alright, baby,” he coos, “it’s okay. I won’t let the four-year-old fool you.”

You glower. “Thanks, asshole.”

He chuckles. “She’d make the best big sister, though. She would,” he insists, when you huff back against his chest. “She’d love being the oldest. Get to be bossy, get to call the shots. Get to protect them, no matter what.”

Your voice feels so small, as inquisitive as your daughter’s when you blink up at him. “Were you protective over Tommy?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, he was annoying as all hell – and I told him so – but anyone else had anythin’ to say about him, and – well, they had me to deal with.”

“Big scary Joel Miller,” you whisper, yawning into his shirt. “I knew him once.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles, “You sure did.”

You look up again, blinking all doe-eyed and dreamy. Already half-asleep.

“He never scared me,” you whisper.

Joel smiles.

“Well, you scared the hell outta him.”

Saturday morning, you wake to an empty bed. No snoring man, no scribbling girl. Just you – a starfish on the mattress. Bathing in waves of late-morning sun, sheets for coral, body as heavy as though you really are at the bottom of the ocean.

Her giggles carry all the way upstairs. Sarah. They surf into the room on a sunbeam, sounds like bubbles which shatter and sprinkle over your aching body.

You smile into Joel’s pillow, breathing in the smell of him, and peel your eyes open.

It’s ten thirty. Definitely – you blink three times and rub at your eyes, just to make sure. Ten thirty, and something’s swirling behind your navel. Something that sharpens, sours, when you push yourself upright.

“Oh, shit,” you rasp, and throw yourself across the room.

You barely make it, collapsing in a heap at the toilet. Your stomach empties in seconds; three heavy, painful gags and your head is in the bowl, choking on last night’s dinner.

“Motherfucker,” you spit, gasping, “Oh, Jesus.”

You’re sick. You’re just sick. Sarah probably caught something from pre-K, passed it on without even knowing. And, hey – you feel better, now that that happened.

You’re just sick. Nothing else.

“Mornin’,” Joel calls, watching as you stagger into the kitchen.

Sarah mimics his drawl. “Mornin’, Mama.”

“Hi, Duckie.” You crumple into the chair beside her, shoulders hunched. The smell of burnt toast and grape juice twists up your nose, and you suck in a slow breath.

Joel sweeps a hand over your forehead. He tips your jaw up to face him. “You alright? Thought we heard running.”

Sarah rips a slice of toast in two. She stares at the fluffy insides, the jam dripping from the tear. The sight of it lifts the hairs on your skin, the gloopy mess splattering onto her plate.

“Just feel kinda…funny,” you slur, turning away.

“Funny? Funny how?”

“Funny how?” your daughter parrots.

You shrug. Every word, every inhale makes you feel even more nauseous. “Probably just ate something.”

“Heard that one before,” Joel drones, and you throw him a flat look.

Sarah licks the jam from her fingers. She holds her tiny hands up to her dad, snorts when he pretends to bite at them.

“Eat your breakfast, Duckie,” he says then – in his Dad voice. And in something softer, kinder: “Can I make you somethin’?”

You swat the idea away, but it’s already churning in your stomach again. “Just gotta – get over whatever it – is.”

The table falls silent. Joel and Sarah stare blankly at one another. When you turn to look at your daughter, she’s staring straight back. Smirking.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you clip, wincing again at the dribbling jam.

“Alright,” Joel utters, “I think you oughta take a test now.”

“That is not what this is,” you groan, petulantly pushing up from your chair.

He takes your hand, steadying you. “No? I was thinking about it, baby, and I don’t think we’ve been safe enough to be so sure.”

You dump your golden toast in the trash and turn, crossing your arms. Your shoulders lift. “We’re not being any less safe than we have been the last four years.”

“Safe,” Sarah says, and Joel holds a finger up.

“No,” he tells her. “No. Not that word. Go back to funny.”

She beams at him. “You’re funny, Daddy.”

He sighs, pacing over. “Look,” he lowers his plate into the sink, “I’ll take Duckie to the park. Let you rest up, give you a quiet house for the morning. But darlin’, if you’re not better by tonight, you’re takin’ a test.”

You grimace. “But she –”

“I know –” he grits his teeth, “– I know you don’t want her to be right. But I want you to be okay, more ‘n I want to prove my child wrong. Like it or not, you’re taking a damn test.”

Your eyes flit across to the kid swinging her legs in her chair, the splotch of jam down her Peppa Pig T-shirt. Your greatest accomplishment and your biggest challenge, wrapped up into a hundred-centimeter, jellybean-fueled monster.

Her cheeks lift, jam-covered and smug.

“Funny,” Sarah says, nodding.

The afternoon strings the sun high in the sky.

You’ve been home alone for the better part of an hour, busying yourself by cleaning to take your mind off the nausea tugging at your esophagus. Making and remaking beds, folding laundry until your fingers cramp.

Sarah’s room has never been tidier. Joel’s workshop has never seen so little dust. And you have never been more determined to prove your four-year-old wrong.

You’re lingering in the bathroom, the window gaping. Sucking in breath after breath of fresh air – which only serves to tickle the acid burning its way up your throat, entice it further.

You’re emptying the cabinets, reorganizing them into some senseless order. Playing Tetris with boxes of Band-Aids, slotting in tubes of toothpaste. You blindly reach behind your hip for the next box – a nearly empty thing which rattles when you lift it, jitters as though nervous.

You glance down.

“Fuck off,” you hiss, throwing it on the shelf beside some tampons.

It stares back at you, as blinding as the sun. The two display window examples, pregnant and not pregnant, like a wink peering out from the dull cabinet.

Your gums taste of bitter bile, rancid. Teeth furry and aching. Your entire body aches – though nothing quite so bad as the space below your ribs, still tender from all your retching.

Slowly, your hands slip down your front to cup your lower tummy. Rounder than before, suppler – bloated, even.

“’s from all the throwing up,” you tell nobody in particular. Maybe yourself. There’s a desperate edge to your voice, almost a plea.

But then – a plea to who? For what? There was nothing you loved more than carrying Sarah for nine months. Duck. Start saying duck. Baby Duck.

You were never on your own. She was right there. Someone to talk to, someone to complain to. Someone to weep to, in the quietest lulls of night.

Her language came to you as easily as your own. All her kicks and punches, her fucking acrobatics while you tried to sleep. It was love, in its most chaotic form.

And you loved her, the very moment you saw those two lines. The very moment you realized she’d been in there the whole time.

You realize now, squatted on your bathroom floor, that it feels the exact same. A warmth, radiating from your very core, if only you’d pay it enough attention to feel it.

Like there’s someone there. Right there.

“If you’re fucking with me,” you warn your stomach, reaching for the single test, “I will lose my shit.”

Love, in its most chaotic form bursts through your bedroom door no less than half an hour later.

“Hi, Mama!” Sarah sings, tearing through the room with her hands behind her back. Her knees bump against the side of your bed, the air about her summer-warm and pollen-sweet.

“Hi, little Duck,” you mumble, voice swollen. You wipe sleep from your eyes, asking, “How was the park?”

She answers with a wide grin on her face, whipping out a small, shabby bunch of flowers. Dandelions and daisies tangled around one another, loose petals scattering over your bedsheets.

“Oh, baby,” you push yourself up, ignoring the sickly weight in your stomach, “Are these for me?”

She nods. She dusts her hands free of grass when you take the bouquet. And then, as you smell them and hum with delight, she turns.

First, over to the dresser. She stares at her reflection, pokes at some of the makeup on the table. Then over to the window – where her breath fogs the glass. You hear the whack of Joel’s tailgate closing, and she tracks him into the house, before examining the windowsill.

You watch nervously as she drifts back over to the bed, a curious hop to her movements. Inspecting, like she knows there’s something waiting to be found. Someone.

“Did you have fun with Daddy?” you ask.

“Yep,” her small voice says, distant and distracted. She disappears into the dim bathroom.

You slump back down on the mattress, dropping the flowers in a clump on your bedside table. “I don’t even know when I fell asleep, baby girl,” you say through a yawn.

Sarah doesn’t reply.

“Duckie?”

“What’s this?”

You lift your head. “What’s wh…Oh, n-no, Duckie, wait –”

She flees past you, one fist raised and wielding the pregnancy test.

“Sarah! Jesus, fuck –”

You’re chasing after her before you have a chance to consider it – nausea be damned. She’s squealing something, roaring with laughter, blitzing out into the hallway. She swivels, ladders down the stairs backwards, leaps straight into the arms of –

“Christ, Sarah –”

Joel stumbles backwards with the force she throws at him. She’s safe in his arms by the time you reach the top of the stairs, waving the stupid stick around his head like it’s a magic wand.

“Daddy!” Sarah cries.

He glances up to you: hunched over the top step, panting, clutching your stomach. He pinches the test from her grasp. “What do we got here, baby duck?”

She kicks her feet. She has no fucking idea what they have, but she knows you didn’t want her near it – and if you know your kid, you know that’s all the catalyst she needed to fucking take it.

You slowly make your way down towards them, smirk growing the nearer you draw.

Joel glances down to the test. The creases by his eyes deepen. He hugs Sarah closer.

“Two...two means...pregnant, right?” he asks.

You sigh, nodding. “Mhm.”

His head lifts.

He breaks, the second he sees your expression. Eyes glassy, tears spilling onto your cheeks. The same smile you wore that June morning: sleep-deprived and shellshocked, a love pumping through your veins so strong that you thought you might burst with it.

Joel reaches for your hand, reels you in against his body.

“Shit,” he laughs, holding the test up.

Your shaking hands take it from him – though you already knew what it says. You were dreaming of it all when Sarah broke into your room.

Dreaming of linked hands and echoed giggles; of bunkbeds and matching surnames, of all four seats in the truck filled and all four chambers of your heart spoken for.

Dreaming of one on each hip, one in each hand. Dreaming of them tag teaming Joel, of the word kids slung with his southern twang. My kids, the kids, our kids. All ours.

Dreaming of two Sarahs, goddamn it. Because nothing ever completed your life as effortlessly as one Sarah, and – hell, she was born to follow in her dad’s footsteps and become the elder Miller sibling.

“Shit,” you agree, turning to sob into Joel’s chest.

“Duckie,” Joel says, voice hoarse and choked by tears, “You’re gonna be a big sister.”

She giggles, tracing the damp lines down your cheeks. As she reaches your jaw, the elation on her face slowly dwindles into something of a frown.

Your lips part to repeat it – a big sister, Duck – when her tiny voice steals the air from your lungs.

“Shit!”

[walkingzombiegirl]

hiii can i request some fluff with toge inumaki and fem!reader? like headcannons on how it would be like to date him and how their relationship grew? i love your works you do such a great job! <3

━ 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - Toge Inumaki x Fem!Reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - Headcanons for dating your favorite partial mute!

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - Cursing? Maybe? Alludes to death

𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - My brain ran out of ink I might add more

You guys met when you joined the school as a first year and the first thing you seen was a talking panda

A surprise fr

But then you met him, and it was bonito flakes at first sight

Okay no more jokes

But seriously he was really cute and you were extremely awkward around him for the longest because it's already hard wondering what your crush thinks about you

But you couldn't physically understand yours

Not at first I mean

Inumaki thought you were also also very pretty however he knew that there was definitely going to be a barrier until you began to understand him like his friends did

It's when the notes began

He first began them when he asked you for a pencil right before an exam and it carried over

Each time he needed to communicate with you, he'd write a note

You'd pass them back and forth in class as well, when you were supposed to be being quiet

Gojo pretended he didn't see that part

Until finally his words, though very few, began to click

Like Groot, you caught on, faster than anyone else had and even Maki was impressed with that

He still likes leaving you notes though

Especially in your desk or just around where he knows you and you only will find them

And one day, a note on your desk said, DATE? YES NO

Panda couldn't stop giggling, so you knew something was up

Obviously, as seen above you said yes

I could just imagine all the ways he'd show his love without speaking it for the most part

Like the notes

Also a firm believer that he's very much a hand holder as well, he likes playing with your fingers

Also stares a lot

Especially when you're talking and telling something bro gets extremely zoned in and stares you down like you've hung the sun and stars and are the best thing that's ever happened to him

Which you are

He's whipped

All his friends know this as well, they love it

You don't get to see much happiness often in their world, all you really have is each other and long live happy relationships as long as they last

He likes taking walks, the clear his head since y'know, saying certain things might murder everyone in a few mile radius

They're very personal to him

So he starts taking you, and sometimes it's silence, sometimes he likes just hearing you talk because it helps calm him

Sometimes you both share earbuds

Whatever it is they're some of his favorite things ever and he'll take secrets pics of you if you skip ahead

Great insta posts the man CAN take a photo

He's the type of boyfriend to get in the most awkward poses if you need a good selfie

YES GIRL GIVE US SALMON

*squats*

He truly loves you and worships the ground you walk on

DIY king also btw

Idk why that thought just popped in my head but I feel like he truly can do anything if you ask him

Build you a bookshelf? Five minutes, no sweat, zero mistakes and it's done and he just stares at you like :3

Great listener obviously

HIS BITCH POSE IS NASTY

if you say something even remotely untrue he gives you the biggest most diabolical silent side eye ever seen before

Shakes the ground

Eyebrow game is strong, very expressive man it's very attractive

My thoughts are running out but he's just a king of being a boyfriend

a/n: best friend break up!!!!!!!!!!! THEY STUICJK

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they're dating their co-member's idol!sister! 

AN: I used NCT members as a whole in this one ??? because it's much funnier tbh and the case might be different (I already did Dreamies' sister ver). Also in this scenario, they're supposed to be in a secret relationship but was caught by Dispatch LOL (no NCT Wish yet, I'm sorry! Still haven't get to know them better ><) 

Mark Lee

LMAO. Doyoung wouldn't know how to feel when he learned that you've been dating Mark for YEARS. So the times you went to their dorm wasn't because of him, but because of Mark!?!?!? Plus you were CAUGHT by Dispatch, so that doubled his stress. Unfortunately, your brother loves Mark like a younger brother. So after a hefty interrogation with him, he gives you his blessings and was still bitter that you two hid it from him. He knows that Mark will take good care of you and wouldn't hurt you two. (Mark will be dead if he does so.)

Huang Renjun

Yangyang will feel BETRAYED because Renjun is dating you and he only found out through Dispatch. I mean, that's his best friend and sister! He was surprised that you two were sneaking behind his back, but he'll find it funny and cute, unexpected too because Renjun never shown interest about you. He would probably interrogate you first before dragging Renjun in the scene. Yangyang would probably be chill about it because he trusts Renjun so much, just be prepare for a numerous teasing and pulling the "i'm telling y/n" card on Renjun. 

Lee Jeno

OH it's going to be a tension. Yuta will be SHOCK and the funny thing was that, he was in Japan when he learned about you and Jeno. He probably sent YOU tons of messages and calls while you panic over your relationship being revealed. When you were not answering, Yuta resorted to Jeno who was much calmer than you. Actually, Yuta knows that Jeno's a good kid, he just wants to make sure that you're choosing the right guy, and you did! Jeno was very respectful during the call and even told Yuta that he'll take care of everything. Yuta was in relief but that doesn't excuse him to talk to Jeno personally when he went back to Korea.

Lee Donghyuck

Oh, the first thing Ten will say to Haechan, "are you sure?" he doesn't mind that you two are dating and that you two have been dating for MONTHS. Like the typical teasing brother he was, Ten will ask Haechan if you brainwashed him or something, and you just have to kick him right there. Haechan will find it funny that Ten wasn't mad at all and that he's actually quiet pretty chill, but still, he also want Ten's approval so he made quite a speech about how serious he is about you, and Ten will just whip up a smile and ruffle Haechan's hair.

Na Jaemin

Jungwoo loves Jaemin like a younger brother, so he doesn't know what to feel when he learned that Jaemin's dating you without telling him. And that's been going on for years! He was also worried because you might receive backlash, so he was surprise when you and Jaemin appeared in front of their dorm. It was an hour of serious talk between the two of them and you SWORE that you never saw your brother this serious. As soon as the talk ended, Jungwoo will return to his usual self and ended up asking you two about your love life like a gossipy auntie.

Zhong Chenle

Oh pookie. Johnny loves Chenle so much. Like that's his little brother right there! He'll be pretty chill when he learned that you two are dating but he'll be mad as hell because you two were exposed by Dispatch. He was worried that it might ruin your image so he called you and asked you about it! You assured him that you're fine and things are being settled. Johnny would probably tease you eventually and ask you how you two started dating lol. Catch Johnny calling Chenle, "brother-in-law" whenever the two of them meet. 

Park Jisung

How can Taeyong find out he's in the military. JOKE IM SO SORRY. But the moment Taeyong finds out that you're dating Jisung the first thing he'll think was "damn, both of them have matured." and second, "Fuck Dispatch." JK. Anyways, he would probably try to contact you first. Will ask if you're okay and that he heard the news. You'll apologize to him for hiding it and probably understands why you did it. Then he'll try chatting Jisung about it and will be SURPRISE that Jisung sent a long-ass message about it. That's when he realized that Jisung's genuine about you! He'll be sentimental and think that time flies so fast. 

[mysouleaten]

SECRET LOVE!?

souya[angry] x fem!reader

summary ... takemichi and chifuyu stumble across angry...and his girlfriend!?! and smiley doesn't even know about her!?!!!

warnings ... fluff, angry being a wonderful bf <3, smiley opening his eyes, takemichi and chifuyu being little snitches lol

takemichi and chifuyu have been staring at the same couple for a while now..

staring at how angry[!] smileys little brother was holding hands with a very pretty girl, they were looking at the birds from outside the pet shop

angry, who always wore a pissed-off expression, had a soft smile with his...girlfriend[!?], she was pointing at a blue bird and then pointed back at angry, probably comparing his blue hair to the little bird's blue feathers

and angry gave out a little laugh

"no..way," chifuyu said with widened eyes

"do- do you think smiley knows?" takemichi took his eyes off the couple and looked at chifuyu

"he has to right? no way he wouldn't know!" chifuyu exclaimed

chifuyu had said that in fact a little too loud and that made angry turn around to the sound of a familiar voice but he saw nobody that he could recognize

"what's wrong souya?" you ask

"hm? uh! nothing, thought I heard someone familiar.." he said

you also look around, "oh, well, do you wanna go get some ice cream cups? they're having a sale for couples!!" you excitedly asked

angry's face heated up and he shyly nodded, reaching for your hand and letting you lead the way for him

"wow, chifuyu almost blew our cover!" takemichi hissed

chifuyu clicked his tongue and leaned out his head from the alleyway, he and takemichi were hiding in to look at angry and his girlfriend walking away from the pet store

"I didn't mean for it to be that loud!"

both of them now standing on the sidewalk that was in front of the alleyway and facing the direction where the couple walked off to

"im telling you! smiley should know-"

"smiley should know what?"

both of them whipped their heads around to see the commander of toman standing behind them and the captains behind him too

smiley walked up from behind the group with his bright smile and stood in front of both chifuyu and takemichi

"i should know what? huh?" he said

takemichi gulped, while chifuyu stood up straighter "we saw-ah!"

chifuyu glared at takemichi after he elbowed him, but takemichi shook his head "it's his privacy chifuyu.."

smiley started to get agitated at the lack of response he got for his question, "fess up you two, before I beat it out of you"

"easy, easy smiley, what's going on, huh? takemichy? chifuyu?" mikey asked, chewing on a steam bun

"we- its- we saw- maybe- we thought you knew!" both takemichi and chifuyu were talking over each other

"spit it out!" draken said

"we saw angry with a girl!!" they said in unison

.

.

.

"pffft! haha! my- my little brother with a girl?" smiley laughed "he's a nervous wreck around girls! almost as bad as hakkai!"

they heard a light 'hey!' but choose to ignore it

"little souya has a girlfriend?" chuckled draken

"and where is little souya and his-" pah-chin was then interrupted by a loud voice yelling 'souya!'

the entire group of delinquents looked up and saw angry, smileys little brother wiping ice cream on a pretty girl's nose and laughing about it, and the girl seconds later laughed too, angry leaned down to kiss the girl's cheek and then wiped the ice cream off her nose and took her hand to lead her away from the spot they where just in

everyone just stared ahead, with widened eyes, just like takemichi and chifuyu had been minutes ago

smiley was so shocked his eyes were open for a good couple before he recoiled back and shut his eyes

"how did my little brother get a girlfriend before me!?"

taglist ... @spqce-bun

just something short and sweet! <3

[starflirts]

OUR SECRET MOMENTS IN A CROWDED ROOM

as mrs swift once said: "romance is not dead if you keep it just yours" luke castellan x fem! reader, wc: 614, warning: none, note: here's a little something i queued before classes took over my life… enjoy! (still working on other stuff though don’t worry!)

“They have no idea about me and you” he whispers softly in the space between your neck and your collarbones, soothing breaths tickling your skin. 

The lake is quiet at this time of day, campers from all cabins too busy with their own activities to pester Luke. The setting sun casts its golden rays on the water and you can hear the faint giggles of dryads in the woods. 

You stand with your back against the trunk of a tree, a bright smile on your face as you card a hand through his hair. “You have to thank me and our secret spot for that.” you muse, slightly pulling on his curls to get him to look at you. 

Luke grins, hands resting on your waist, thumbs tracing small circles on the skin hidden by your shirt. “And you,” he tilts his head to the side, “should be thankful Chris accepted to take over my camp counselor duties without asking any questions !” 

Curling your hands around his neck, you let out a laugh and Luke swears you’ve stolen the last remnants of sunlight. “If you keep disappearing like that he might become a little too curious and find out. And I really don’t want him complaining about you not telling him about us. He’d beg to be your best man.” you tease him, fingers toying with the curls at the back of Luke’s head. 

Your boyfriend can’t help but smile at the implication. He shrugs, hands still on your waist. “Whatever. I’d like to see his face when we tell him.”

Pretending to pout, you cross your arms over your chest. “No more secret rendezvous then ? Such a shame, I love having you all to myself.” you answer with a grin, tone dripping with amusement. 

Luke can feel warmth creeping up his ears. His hands crawl up your sides until they're resting on your cheeks. He’s so close to you now you can almost feel his lips hovering over yours and the tip of his nose brushes against yours. “Pretty lady, I am yours all the time. Always have, always will.” 

He’s about to lean in when voices suddenly call your names. Whipping your head towards the source of the sound, you push yourself away from the tree but the distance between you and Luke remains minimal.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Annabeth is the first one to appear in your line of vision, Percy in tow. “The Apollo cabin is setting up the bonfire. You guys should come now otherwise Percy’s going to eat all the s’mores.” she adds, ignoring Percy’s complaints. 

When the four of you make your way back to the heart of the camp, Annabeth looks back at you once. If she notices the way Luke’s hand brushes against yours she doesn’t say a thing. 

Bonfire nights are Luke’s favorites by far. With your hand safely secured in his underneath a blanket you both share, he enjoys the proximity; whispering sweet nothings into your ear when no one notices, grinning when only he can see your bashful smile. 

“You’re so obvious Castellan” you giggle, shaking your head.

He only chuckles at that. “Can’t help myself pretty. I just love you too much.” 

His words make you shy away from his gaze, turning towards the crowd of campers by your side.

As you face the fire, you can feel Annabeth’s eyes on you from across the flames, a smirk on her face. Her gaze shifts from you to Luke, intently observing his lovesick gaze and your giddy countenance. Raising your eyebrows as if to ask her what she was thinking about, she only mouths back: “I knew it !”

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

wait. are you ticklish?

get back here! i'm not finished with you yet!

you've got something on your face... right here!

ohh, you are so dead!

last one there's a rotten egg!

looks like i've got the upper hand now!

stop! i surrender! i surrender!

i'm not letting you beat me this time!

that was really cute. do it again.

can i paint your nails?

did you just smear that on my face?

who hit me with a snowball?

i love it when you play with my hair.

okay, now let's take a silly picture this time.

i've never heard your laugh before. i love it.

i'm going to do everything in my power to make you laugh.

we said that at the same time.

i've never had a real pillowfight before!

tag! you're it!

i like it when you play with my fingers.

ready or not, here i come!

get back here you!

wanna arm wrestle?

was that your foot?

stop running! just let me love you!

that's not fair! you cheated!

can i braid your hair?

did you just put a flower in my hair?

will you share that with me?

look! i painted a picture of you!

if you sit on the swings, i'll push you.

on three, we jump into that pile of leaves. ready?

did you just make that noise? that was adorable.

i love how your eyes crinkle when you smile.

can i play with your hair?

you have the most wonderful smile.

let's go down the slide together.

you beat me! how did you beat me?

we don't need music to dance!

this made me think of you when i saw it.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ sneak ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and puts their hands over their eyes to surprise them

[ tickle ] sender tickles receiver

[ chase ] sender playfully chases receiver until they're both tired

[ dance ] sender and receiver perform a silly dance together

[ snowball ] sender and receiver have an epic snowball fight

[ whipped ] sender smears a bit of whipped cream on receiver's face

[ cake ] sender smushes a piece of cake into receiver's face

[ pie ] sender smushes a pie into receiver's face

[ playground ] sender and receiver climb around on a playground together

[ swings ] sender and receiver sit on a swingset together

[ push ] sender pushes receiver on a swingset

[ smile ] sender uses their fingers to turn receiver's frown into a smile

[ win ] sender and receiver play a board game together, and sender secretly lets receiver win

[ pat ] sender playfully pats receiver's butt

[ hoist ] sender hoists receiver onto their shoulders and carries them around

[ footsie ] sender and receiver play a game of footsie under the table

[ mime ] across a crowded room, sender mimes a comical scene at receiver to try and make them laugh

[ pretend ] sender pretends to dramatically fall asleep ontop of receiver, holding in their laughter as they do so

[ rock ] sender and receiver hug, and sender rocks them side to side

[ handshake ] sender and receiver reenact their secret handshake

[ share ] sender and receiver share something from the menu at a restaurant

[nanaslutt]

NSFW alphabet w/ Uraume

ʚ cont: afab nonbinary Uraume, fem reader

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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A- Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Uraume is pretty disoriented after sex so they rely a lot on you to bring them down. They kinda stiffen up at first, unsure how to take the comfort and reassurance of your words and actions, but after a while of being together, they grow accustomed to it. In the unlikely change Uraume tops, they are so attentive afterward.

Lots of praise and kisses, all of which they learned from you. They hold your face in their hands and make you look at them as they tell you how good you did while wiping the sweat from your face. You two usually bathe together afterward, typically with you sitting behind them in the too-small tub, squished together as you rub a washcloth over their soft skin, cleaning them of any fluids stuck to their skin. Overall, very soft.

B- Body part (Their favorite part of their own, and their partner's body)

I don't think Uraume is very conscious of their own body, too focused on making sure their king is cared for, but if they had to say it would probably be their hands since they use them to do so much for their king. On their partner's body, I think they like their neck the most.

I can see Uraume getting overwhelmed easily during sex and clinging to your neck instinctively when you kiss or have sex, their hands always finding the nape of your next when you go down on them. It's so familiar to them. They love to run their fingers down your neck and the top of your spine when it peaks out from under your kimono, teasing you as they walk by.

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum)

They're a squirter and I will preach this till the day I die. Uraume didn't even know they could squirt, or really what it was until you were jackhammering your fingers against their g-spot rapidly, not giving them a second to breathe and they were cumming all over you, a clear stream of their arousal spraying out from their cunt, splashing on yours and their own body and making a mess of the sheets below. 

Their eyes were so out of focus and they had the cutest confused and mortified look on their face as they looked to you, gasping as if to ask what just happened, afraid they just... did something weird. After lots of reassurance and explaining, they calmed down, but that doesn't mean each time you make them squirt they get irrationally embarrassed, covering their face with their arms or burring it into the pillows when you fuck them or eat them out from the back.

Uruame gets wet so easily, just from the suggestion alone of having sex or doing things of the like has them throb between their thighs, their wetness collecting quickly as taboo scenarios play through their head. Their orgasms are so intense too, never failing to leave their legs shaking and their poor lungs gasping for air as they struggle to catch their breath. And they cum for so long, even if they finish before you, if you're right on their tail they're almost always still cumming even after you finish.  

D- Dirty secret 

Uraume secretly wants you to be rough with them, like really rough. They want you to tie them up tightly, completely immobilizing them while you fuck into them with no mercy, abusing their poor g-spot. Being slapped while in missionary or getting spanked while thrown over your knee, are both fantasies they think about frequently. 

Degradation, leg humping, whipping, manhandling- they're a secret sadist but are too shy to actually tell you everything they want you to do to them. Maybe one day you'll get them to spill and tell you all the nasty shit they want you to do, but Uruame has a reputation to uphold. They're calm, collected, and modest. How would you react if you found out your shy little partner was actually a pervert who wanted to be shoved around? They were too nervous to find out the answer right now.

E- Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

Absolutely not no, zero experience at all. They need 110% of your guidance. You're making the first moves, you're teaching them and learning with them what feels good for them, etc. Eventually, after enough time together, they'll become more comfortable with initiating and being on top in the bedroom, but in the beginning, you need to guide their every move, and they're practically shaking like a leaf while you do. 

F- Favorite position 

Any position where they can see your face. They love seeing your expressions as you're getting them off. Seeing your aroused face turns them on more than anything, and they love being able to grab and touch you when they need to, so positions, where you're facing each other, tend to be a go-to for the both of you. I can see Uraume loving scissoring for that exact reason. They're so close to you, you're touching your most intimate parts together while your bodies are entangled with one another, and they have a direct view of your face and are free to grope at your body as they please. 

 A close second would be doggy/ prone bone, especially when you're fucking them with a strap or your fingers. Positions from the back feel so intense for them and make it easier for them to get off, but a downside is they don't get to see your face. Usually though, when you put them in a position from the back it's because you're pent up/ frustrated, meaning you'll go rougher. So a lot of the time when you're giving it to them from the back, you're going so hard it makes them go a little dumb, so they aren't as able to think about how they miss your face so much as you wipe their thoughts clean with your fingers/strap. 

G- Goofy (Are they more serious, or humerous during sex?)

Uraume is not goofy at all during sex, they're too focused and nervous for that. While you might be teasing them or tickling them, trying to get them to loosen up, they would be far too aroused to see the humor in a situation like that. 

H- Hair (Are they well groomed down there? Does the carpet match the drapes?

I went back and forth on this for a bit, but I think Uraume keeps their hair a little longer down there. They keep it neat and clean looking, cleaning up around their cunt and whatnot, but I think they have a nice triangle tuff of hair down there, and yes... it's white. Even before you, Uraume kept it clean and tidy down there. Always wanting to look as presentable as possible even in places no one would see.  

I- Intamacy (How are they in the moment? The romantic aspect?)

Uraume is so loving during sex. When their mind isn't absolutely clouded by pleasure they're kissing your body anywhere their lips can reach, caressing your skin, whispering how much they appreciate you in your ear, it's so soft. Once the actual act of sex happens though, things are a little more teasing and nasty with more vulgar dirty talk from both of you.

Of course though, like I mentioned before, they love when you get rough with them. So when you do, forcing them to talk up to you or do more embarrassing things, like putting the strap in themselves and riding you, things get a little less romantic and more needy and carnal, but during both scenarios, there are plenty of words of reassurance and prays being spewed, so the romance is always present. 

J- Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Uraume doesn't get off often, and I can't picture them fingering themselves much when they do it. Maybe one finger, but their fingers are too small to bring them the amount of pleasure that they'd like, and they aren't completely sure what they're supposed to do to make themself feel good on the inside, so their go-to is to play with their clit. 

Uraume masturbates maybe once or twice a month. They're too preoccupied with their job to worry about their own needs, so touching themself is always at the back of their mind. Only after a long, when they're sitting in a warm back, head tipped against the back of the tub, do they realize they feel a different kind of heat in their body, and it's not from the water.

They're so quiet when they get off, not wanting to risk anyone hearing them do such a thing. Their face gets sooo flushed and screwed into such a pretty pleasured expression as they sneak their hand between their thighs and separate their legs just enough to give themself enough room to rub their clit in quick circles.

Uruame also doesn't know how to take it slow and really enjoy the pleasure they're feeling, always so focused on cumming as fast as possible, so it never takes them more than a few minutes, if that, to cum. They usually get off in the bath because the water sloshing hides any heavy breaths that slip through their lips, and the bath area is further away from any people than their living quarters are, making it so they'll be totally uninterrupted when they do so. 

K- Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Absolutly massive praise kink. Anytime you whisper "Doing so good for me Uraume.", "You're so pretty like this.", "Takin' it so well", they practically go dumb in the head. They get so shy and red-faced when they hear you utter those words, and they might act like they're so embarrassed or they hate it, but you know their true feelings.

When you're pounding your fingers against Uraume's g-spot, your body pressed on top of theirs, as you hold their head with your other hand, keeping your mouths close together, just barely grazing your lips with theirs and you whisper, "You always feel so good around me." They can't help but wrap their arms around your neck and crash your lips together, too overwhelmed by your words. 

It's so reassuring for them to hear your praise and words of affirmation especially when they're the one making you feel good. Whether they're sucking on your clit, or teasing your nipples, they can't help but throb between their thighs and feel a strong sense of comfort and pride wash over them when you tell them how good they're doing.

L- Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or bathroom. Uraume prefers to be completely alone when they're engaging in sexual acts with you, especially afraid Sukuna might catch the two of you and ruin her image, not like he would care much, but Uraume can't help but overthink when it comes to her lord. Something about you sitting behind them in the bath while you kiss their sensitive, reddening ears as you rub their clit like they're so familiar with in this same setting makes them dizzy.

It's so comfortable for them, the only difference is you take your time with them, working their body up before you go anywhere near their pussy, then drawing out their orgasm as long as possible, wanting them to really feel and experience their pleasure properly. They hate when you tease them like that, especially because they're so used to cumming so fast, but you don't care, ignoring all their pleas to cum while you rub their clit, having to stop every couple of seconds to make sure they don't finish without your permission. 

M- Modivation (What turns them on/ gets them going?)

As much as they deny it, Uraume loves it when you tease them. Their heartbeat is the only thing they hear in their ears when you run your fingers up their thigh, under their kimono. Swallowing hard when you smile so sweetly at them as you rub their earlobe between your fingers. 

Uraume is also a huge fan of your chest. Anytime you wear something that reveals your cleavage and a little bit of your breast, they can't help but stare. They know it's rude but you won't notice anyways. Too busy talking to some random group of people to notice their eyes hungrily taking in your tits, their cunt throbbing as they oggle you without your knowledge, not like you would care.

N- No (Something they wouldn't do)

I can't see them being into public sex at all. Sure they sometimes enjoy the thrill of you teasing them by whispering things like "Imagine if someone were to walk in right now and see you like this, what would they think seeing you so disheveled? Hm?" but they only don't mind it because they know it would never happen. No one is going to walk into their quarters unannounced, and no one will ever see them in that state but you. 

O- Oral (Preference on giving/ receiving etc.)

Uraume loves having you eat them out. You get pretty teasing and withhold their orgasm a lot while fingering, but when you eat them out, they're allowed to cum as many times as they want because you aren't stopping until you want to stop. Their taste is too addicting. 

Of course, they love eating you out too though. Since you're usually the dominant one in the relationship, it's nice to see you squirming and whining in pleasure from their tongue and fingers. It sends a rush of adrenaline through their veins, they can't get enough. Don't even get them started on face-sitting. They would happily die with your cunt smothering their mouth. Maybe it's part of their secret love for being degraded or treated roughly, but they love seeing you use their face for your pleasure and feel the weight of your body on top of them. Overall it's pretty 50/50.

P- Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

When you're the one in control, things go a little faster, which Uruame doesn't mind. They love being manhandled and having rough, needy sex, it's disorienting in a good way and makes them feel all hot all over from how badly you need them. If you let them on top to riding your strap and give them full control of the pace, they're a little slower. Their poor thighs get tired quickly, and the silicone cock reaches so deep inside them it can be too much sometimes, so they take it a little slower. 

If things don't go past oral and fingering though, things are a little slower and more sensual. Filled with lots of praise, soft kisses, and handholding, which they still don't know how to fully accept, but they grow to love it over time. It's the same for scissoring too, it's a lot slower and more focused on talking each other through it and trying to figure out what feels best for the both of you.

Q- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not common in your relationship at all. Uraume takes a long time to come down from their high, and quickies don't exactly give you a lot of time to help them with that. So whenever quickies happen it's usually Uraume getting you off and not the other way around, but you make sure to make it up to them and reward them for making you feel so good later when you have more time.

R- Risk (Are they game to take risks? Do they take risks? Etc.)

I already answered this, see letter N for more. Despite what I said there... I think I can see you eating them out in a closet or something, but it only happened once, and no one was in that area of the building. 

S- Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Because of their reversed curse technique, they can keep up with your stamina fairly well. Sometimes though, if they get too fucked out or pussydrunk, they forget to use their reversed curse technique and just lay dead against the sheets in exhaustion, so the session would usually end there in that case. 

Like I said before, Uraume cums sooo fast. They're so sensitive and it never takes much to get them off. If you're just pleasuring them from penetration I think it takes a little longer to get them there, but they're still capable of cumming that way and doing it fairly quickly. If you suck on their clit and do nothing but that, just batting your tongue against the little bud, they'll be doubling over and digging your nails against your scalp in under a minute. 

T- Toys (Do they own any toys? Do they use them?)

Uraume doesn't own any toys of their own, but you have a strap and a few attachments that you both use. They would like to try more, like blindfolds, shibari, whips, and things like that, but once again are too scared to bring it up. 

I think their favorite toy you've used with them so far though would have to be a double-ended dildo. When you brought it out and explained what it was and how to use it, they turned bright red. Considering how much Uruame already loves scissoring, this was a dream come true. Their eyes were glued to the part of 

the toy that was getting sucked inside your greedy cunt, and they even dared to imagine it was their cock they were fucking you with, making them reach their own orgasm even faster. 

U- Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Whenever Uraume tops, they're so teasing. After all, they learned from the best. Especially when they eat you out, they love sucking on your clit and bringing you right up to the edge before pulling away or directing their attention to another part of your cunt. Your rare submissive-looking face only makes them want to tease you more, making them rub their fingers around your entrance before slowly pushing in, bit by bit.

If they're feeling mischievous during sex though, they'll pinch your nipples to catch you off guard, or whisper something in your ear that makes you moan out loud. Uruame can be sneaky sometimes, it just depends on their mood and if you did something that day that made them want to tease you.

V- Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

It took Uraume a long time to let their voice out during sex. Lots of choked moans and gasps left their lips before the sound could be fully formed, out of embarrassment. They're not super loud even once they finally let their sounds out, but lots of heavy breathing and soft whimpers that make up for it.

When you use the strap on them though, they get a bit loud. Especially if you fuck them from the back, ramming the cockhead right into their sweet spot, making their toes curl and their jaw drop in a scream of pleasure. They're also not one to curse much, in their day to day either. Maybe a few stutters 'shit''s here and there, but no other cursing.

They can be quite talkative during sex too. Not on their own though, but they're extremely receptive when you talk to them. Any dirty talk from you or teasing rhetorical questions gets swiftly answered by Uraume, even if they're fucked out beyond belief. They do like to tell you over and over how good it feels, or whine a sweet 'right there!' when you hit their good spot, but longer phrases of dirty talk make them embarrassed, so they're more rare.

X- X-ray (What's going on under those clothes?)

Uraume is pretty petite, and they have small breasts to match their body. Their cunt is so perfect it's hard to believe it's real sometimes. Their clit gets so swollen and peaks out from under the hood when they get aroused. Their cunt is a pretty light pink color and gets a little dark with their arousal as well. They get soooo wet and are constantly leaking, their arousal sticking to their folds every time you pry them open to get a better look at them.

Overall just the prettiest, cutest pussy you've ever seen. It certainly matches their cute face.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It was almost nonexistent before they met you, but now they can get aroused at the drop of a hat. Ever since experiencing pleasure with you, they crave you often. They don't always act on their urges but just a glance at you has them blushing as memories of the previous nights you've spent together flood their brain. 

Z- Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

I think they can stay up for a good while after sex. Uraume is so used to taking care of everything, preparing things for Sukuna, being at his beck and call, cleaning, and cooking, they can handle a little exhaustion. Plus, after sex, their mind is running a million miles a minute and they really need your help to bring them down, but once they're all cleaned up and full of your praise, they're out. 

[starboye]

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

request: rafe cameron finds out barry’s younger brother( a year younger than rafe) is a stripper so he goes to barry’s and readers house and reader invites him in and as reader turns around to go upstairs rafe smacks his juicy ass and it jiggles like water in his shorts and reader turns around and slaps him and rafe teases him like “oh I thought you like when guys slap your ass or do you only like it when they throw money on you” and reader gets caught but rafe offers to pay him for a lap dance and he wants the full thing so he takes a wad of cash out his pocket and gives it to him so reader pulls him to his room and makes him sit in a chair and gives him lap dance and rafe can’t help himself but play with readers ass until reader gets on his knees and gives rafe a blowjob and rafe gets up and makes reader bend over the chair and eats his ass and he makes reader ride him but Barry comes home and yells for reader and ask if rafe came over yet and reader covers races mouth and responds but rafe grabs his ass and thrust up to him at a ungodly pace until he cums and rafe spanks his ass and tells him that’s he would keep his secret as long as him and reader keep this going on and reader agrees but rafe still has to pay

warnings: smut, cursing, oral sex (rafe receiving), kinda prostitution, stripper!reader, unprotected sex

rafe had to come over to your brother barry's house for some business to take care of and you knew the kind of man rafe was so it wasn't a surprise when you opened the door and mentally and visibly rolled your eyes at rafe standing at the door. immediately rafe felt like he knew you from somewhere but threw it off for a second "barry's not home right so just wait in the living room" you say turning to go back to your room.

the moment you turn around rafe looked down and realized where he knew you from, the strip club he went to the other day and you were the main attraction, pulling all the guys eyes to your fat ass including rafes. rafe out of nowhere smacks your ass for the fun of it, mesmerized by how it jiggled so much from just a smack, you whip around to quickly smack him watching him wince in pain as he clutches his cheek.

"what's the matter I thought you liked when guys slapped your ass or is that only when they're throwing money at you" rafe smirks watching your face go shocked "you better not tell barry" you say grabbing his shirt and dragging him closer "I promise I won't" rafe says and you take a sigh of relief "if you give me a lap dance" he adds with a devilish smirk.

"and why would I do that" you ask tightening your grip on his shirt "because I pay well" he says taking a stack of money from his pocket and holding it between his fingers, you try to reach for it but rafe pulls it back "ah ah my lap dance then you get your money" rafe taunts "or you can give me the money and you get your lap dance or I kick you out" you rebuttal "well you drive a hard bargain but I'll do it" he says handing you the wad of cash.

you bring rafe to your room and sit him in a chair before stripping I to just your underwear and begin erotically dancing on his lap, rolling your ass across his crotch watching him become infatuated with your ass, running his hands across your ass and looking up at your annoyed yet focused face as you continue your beautiful movements, he leans forward to kiss you but you block his lips "what're you doing" you ask with a concerned look.

"what I can't kiss you, I am paying for the full thing right" he says and you roll your eyes at his comment, leaning in to give him a small kiss on the lips but he quickly grabs your chin and deepens the kiss, lunging his tongue into your mouth making you moan out and he pulls you into his lap. your legs straddling on both his sides as you grind your ass across his clothes crotch, still not letting out of the kiss as rafes hands move to play with your ass, jiggling the soft skin against his calloused digits.

you slowly pull from the kiss while you and rafes breaths pants mix with one another "how was that" you ask "I dunno, thinking 'bout getting my money back" rafe says "well how else could I convince you" you say slowly making your way off his lap and in between his legs. you open them as you massage his inner thigh "I don't know maybe a little head" he says with a shrug of his shoulders and throwing his hands behind his head.

"sure thing" you flash a fake smile before pulling his pants and underwear down to let his length spring out, the way it was radiating some heat and the smell of it was already hypnotizing you so you sank your mouth onto his dick, it was a little harder to do so since he was a little thicker than your regular clients at the strip club (and had a bigger ego) as you bob your head up and down rafe forces your head down, stretching out your throat and making you gag.

with the way you were sucking him up it felt like he could cum in seconds, his fingers digged into the arms of the chair as he felt his climax coming up and with a loud groan rafe came in your mouth, it quickly traveled down your throat as you swallowed evey drop, rafe picks you up and brings you to your feet before bending you over on the chair, ripping away your underwear and pants to begin eating you out, his tongue lapping at your hole hungrily wanting to make you cum from just his mouth.

but it seems that was proving harder than expected as you didn't cum yet only moaning into the chair loudly and brokenly making rafe get hard immediately again "fuck this" he mutters picking you up and sitting on the chair and placing you back on his lap "ride me" he orders "and who are you to order me around" you say crossing your arms "I can either ruin your hole or ruin your life you pick which one" rafe whisper in your ear before leaning back with a smug smile on his face.

with a big gulp you angle rafe into you and lower yourself with a choked back moan "guess you chose right" rafe chuckles holding you hip with one hand while his other controlled your movements by your thigh, his thickness slowly but surely spread your hole apart and drove you down a dick dumb road, now wanting more and more of his dick as you ride him, you soon heard keys jingling in the door before it opened to the sound of barry calling out to you "y/n you home" he yelled out into the house.

you quickly cover rafes mouth and stop your movements "yeah I'm here" you yell back "did rafe come by yet i gotta do some business with him" barry asks throwing his stuff on the table "no not yet" you say before feeling rafe wrap gis hands around your ass and thrust up into your, you almost let out an ungodly moan but rafe shoves his fingers in your mouth to shut you up, he fucks up into you harshly, banging against your gummy soft walls as he let out soft choked back groans.

"m'gonna cum okay" rafe whispers and you nod shakily before you feel him flooding you with his warm cum "take all of it like a good boy" rafe demands feeling you clench around him again and again, both your movements slow before he pulls his slick fingers from you mouth and you lift from his dick, rafe lays a firm smack on your ass to jolt you up a little "you tell no one about this" you sternly say "only if we can keep doing this" he smirks, you think for some time before coming up with an answer.

"if we keep doing this you pay me each time" you say getting off him to stand and rafe standing to "deal" he says wrapping his arms around your waist to kiss you and give a sudden slap to your ass "by the way you're leaking" he says as he makes his way to sneak out your window and you jump to grab a towel to cover your body "get out" you whisper yell and rafe is out the window.

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[unspeakable-imagination]

Logan Howlett ||NSFW Alphabet

Silly Pic because I'm so giddy lol

CW: NSFW,MDNI below the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Logan has tons of stamina, so if your done, then he's done, but if you're not, he's still going. When you're done, though, he will lay you gently on the bed, grab a wet cloth to help clean you up and be gentle as not to make you even more sore. When he's done cleaning you up, he makes sure whatever heat source is on and will cuddle up, keeping you safe in his arms and letting you two go to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Logan loves your hips, he loves to grab them, manhandle you by them, to move you on him, or to keep a hand possessive on it just to show everybody that you're his. He has a live hate relationship with his hands, he likes that they're larger than yours but hates his claws. He without a doubt, loves the rest of his arms, though. He loves being able to strong arm you, practically benching or deadline you no matter how much you weigh. Dude has adamantium bones.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants to come on your face, on your stomach, inside of your, especially in doggy or a mating press. He won't cut in you unless you want it, but untimely he hopes that you be begging for his kiddies.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secret breeding kinks 🤭🤭 he's not going to be vocal about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dude is absolutley not a 200 year old virgin. He's slept with dozens if not hundreds of people, ranching all the way from the 1900s, he knows all the styles, all the spots, and all the ways to make you cock dumb.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press. His absolute favorite. Your legs over his shoulder, up in the air with his cock as deep as possible? Idc if you're not a pillow princess, he will make you one, so dumb that you can't do anything but moan and twitch.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Logan is usually pretty easy going, he's not going to be pinfaced, but he's not going to be constantly giddy. He's feral, and proves it. He's going to be panting and grunting and rutting you, and the only time he will ever giggle is if something truly funny happens with his partner, if he slips out, he's hoping a cocky side smile and trying not to laugh to much.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Logan's hair does grow back to a certain length. He keeps himself as well groomed as he can, but not clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you're just a one night stand, he's not going to be very romantic. He usually just gets it done, cleans you up, and leaves you in the room he paid for. If he's whipped for you, in a relationship, he's lighting candles, he's trying to start slow, he's taking his time to take care of you until he looses whatever shreds of sanity he has.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He will jack off constantly in the shower, especially if he hasn't slept with anyone is 24 hours. He's got a bit of a think for exhibitionism and would love it if you caught him or watched him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism, choking or other forms of breath play, both receiving and giving, primal, biting, knifeplay/his claws(usually only if you're a mutant with certain exeptions) he's got a weird think with ribs, he likes your ribcage, the curvature, he also likes peircings or scars on people, not anything self harm related, but many scars that are from scrapes, cuts from branches, stretchmarks, ect. Also crying.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If he's jealous, he'll take you in a public bathroom, your back against the wall and your legs around his waist. He won't let you touch the filthy floor. He likes it in the kitchen, laying you over the counter, in the shower, on the bed, even if the window curtains are open.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could look at logan and he'd get turned on. He could catch a glimpse of your stomach or thighs or ribs. He could watch you walk down a hallways waddling or limping from the night before and he'd swell with pride and wanna make it so you wouldn't even be able to do that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any type of bodily excrement. Scat, urine, and he will not let himself be tied or bound. You can be tied but not him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a god at cunnilingus, nobody can change my mind, and if you can somehow fit his cock in his mouth, he might just cum in minutes.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Once he's taken care of you, he's usually pretty fast, but sensual if that makes sense. He can slow down, certainly, but he's just so eager and needy to pump you full.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Gladly. Anywhere. In a closet, in a bathroom, in a car. Just ask. Sometimes, you may not even need you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Absolutley. If it's something he's not seen, don't or heard of before, he's down to try most anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Forever. Literally. Realistically, it would cap off at 5 for you, and he wouldn't need to continue, but if you were like him. 24/2. He's fuck you two days straight until it was time to work, aside from interruptions ofc.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't mind using toys on you, blindfolds, cuffs(his favorite), even vibrators. The only toy he doesn't like are buttplugs or beads.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will fuck with your mind and tease you all day, until your on your knees in the middle of his room begging for him to fuck you, tears in your eyes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He will grunt, groan, hiss, even growl and mildly roar, like a lion with warning huff. He loves it when you make noise when you're screaming his name and nothing but a sputtering mess. It makes him feel like he's doing good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan loves to blow smoke in your face, so if you're being choked, he will let go just to give you a big breath of his cigar. He loves watching you get dizzy and blissful.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Atleast 7" But if we are being relistic? 10. Also girthy, 5.5 inches of circumference MINIMUM. If he's soft, probably 6" long and 5" round. I would really wanna say he's circumcised but for the time period and his healing, he's not.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Constant. If he's angry? Fuck something. If he's giddy and exited, fuck something. If he's sad probably not. He will never turn you down though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a bit, and he will almost always fall asleep after you.