#they are;;;; bringing him back at some point;;;; right;;;;;;;;

[simpjaes]

PERVERT. ― P.JS 

Requested by anonymous via tumblr: dilf jay and his daughter’s best friend. Or the one where Jay is slightly obsessed with his daughter’s best friend.

minors do not interact. 

WORDCOUNT― 2.8k

PAIRING ― dad/weirdo ! jay x afab reader

CONTENT―  jay is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s

WARNINGS ― age gap, somnophilia, dubious consent (due to somno), unprotected sex, dom jay, pocket pussies and masturbation Support me on patreon if you'd like!

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Being called a creep or a pervert would have felt much more uncomfortable in any other situation, but it’s different right now because Jay is being a creep. A pervert, chubbing up in his pants solely because you’re trying to fuck with him again. He loves that playful tone of your voice when you call him that too, all while bending over in front of him without your panties on, fucking presenting yourself to him, then mocking him for looking. 

It’s very different. You’re very different compared to the previous times you’ve been here. 

He groans to himself as he remembers it. Lying alone in his bed now like he couldn’t have bent you flat over his coffee table not two hours ago. He could have done it, genuinely, you’d not have fought him on it while parading yourself around like that. 

And it’s true that he always loved it when his daughter would bring her friends home from campus for a Holiday. Not for the reasons he loves it now, but still. It was always a different excuse for all the faces he’s met. Family is too busy, home life isn’t great, their family is too strict. Whatever. You come alongside his daughter often under the sad truth that you simply have no one to go home to. You’re alone and in need of some care. So, you come here, to Jay’s home, clearly acting like you’re more interested in his daughter than you are him.

Three times now you’ve come for the holidays and summer, trotting through that front door as if you always belonged here from the start. The first time was the only visit where Jay was casual towards you, somewhat of a father figure even. 

He still remembers what you did at the end of that visit too. You had already been living in his house with his daughter for a month and a half by that point, only a week or two left before going back to your shitty little dorm rooms on campus for the Fall semester. His daughter was at her usual summer job that night, and you were fucking yourself openly on his living room couch. 

You had feigned embarrassment, despite knowing when Jay comes home from work. He saw that shine in your eye though, the way you tried to hold back a smile at the way he looked directly at what your hand was doing, unable to tear his eyes away until you jumped up and apologized, smelling like the alcohol in his cabinet. The week following that should have been awkward too. But it wasn’t. 

Solely because you found reasons to flaunt yourself from that point forward. Something clicked in Jay’s head. Lust, need, curiosity. And he thinks it clicked in your head too, because goddamn did you have nothing to hide at that point. 

And still, even now, he remembers the exact spot on the couch where you had dripped all over it. So many lonely nights after that he found himself on his knees in front of it, nose planted right in that spot and trying to inhale some remnant of how wet you were that day. 

The second time you appeared at his house, he had very nearly forgotten you. He can only get off so many times against his couch, after all, other things were more exciting after so many weeks had passed. He was outside on his porch hanging up christmas lights when he saw you getting out of his daughter’s car. Instantly his cock throbbed, nearly throwing him off the short ladder and onto the ground into a horny mess of man. 

His daughter was there though, and he had to keep that under wraps. Quickly, he had tucked his cock and allowed the loving hug, promising a dinner of shitty food and horrible B movies to both of you before continuing his duty of, well, being a fucking dad to his daughter before being a creep to you.

That visit went well, you were actually quite distracted with his daughter and he was thankful for that, however, the day you left to start spring break was the day you reminded him that you’re…interested. Maybe.

Your daughter had already packed her belongings and gifts up in her car, and you hung around behind, feeling the electricity in the air as always when it’s just you and Jay in the room. Always wondering if he’ll say something or look for too long. You lingered, glancing at him shyly as if he knew, as if he could feel it too. But he still said nothing.

You huffed, hearing the horn outside blare as if to tell you to hurry it up. Staying too long here wouldn’t necessarily alert your best friend of anything weird going on, but there would be questions. So, you hurried it up, reaching into your bag and practically throwing a wrapped box at Jay. 

He quirked a brow, looking at you under half-hooded eyes.

“Christmas was five days ago.” He said to you, almost like a question. “I know.” You had very quickly responded before practically sprinting out the door out of fear of what he’d think. Truly, you couldn’t face him opening it in front of you. 

And Jay stared at that item for about two minutes before fucking it. All night. All day. Practically locked in his room, solidifying that you, his daughter’s best friend, provided a pussy for him. 

All of that circles back to now, still lying in his bed alone after you had let him steal a glance of your pussy openly for the first time. Your third time in his home, this time for much longer than your last winter break.  He’s gotta do something about this. ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・  The good news: your best friend left for work an hour ago.

The great news: Jay hasn’t stopped looking at you.

At first, this was scary for you. You recall the night you snuck into the liquor and had a few too many sips, wondering what would happen if Mr. Park saw you doing something scandalous. You’d thought he was hot upon meeting him, all dressed up in his business attire the day you first came here. That crush deepened the second you saw him fresh out of a shower not thirty minutes later, whipping around the kitchen to cook a meal for you and your best friend as if he hadn’t worked for nine hours already.

Something about him was just so unbearably sexy, and when he looked between your legs that day…you knew. 

And you wanted to be sexy for him too. Thankfully, you definitely are. 

The two of you are alone now, but in separate rooms. You can hear him moving around in the kitchen, washing the dishes he had used to throw together a quick breakfast, and you’re sinking into the couch wondering if he’ll ever bring up the pocket pussy you so graciously, and bravely, bought for him last christmas. 

But it stays silent between the two of you, regardless of how loud the eye contact is when you pass each other, or he finds himself in the same room as you.

One hour, two hours, three hours. 

Time is passing too quickly when you’re aware of someone in the room that you want. When you need them to fucking say something at this point because you’ve done your part. 

Who cares if you want to fuck your best friend’s dad before she gets home from work anyway? She’ll never find out. And even if she did, you’re an adult. 

“Mr. Park–” You mumble as he walks through the living room again, seemingly busy with yet another task. 

“Hm?”

“Did you fuck that toy I got for you?” You didn’t have to work up the courage to ask him, the way he acts around you is enough to know. 

Yet, still, he freezes in place as if he’s got a spotlight on him and newspapers being printed this very second at the mere truth of it all. 

“What–” He pauses, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he prepares to lie. “What are you talking about?” 

You lift from the couch, peeking over the back of it and narrowing your eyes at him.

“You threw it away?” 

Still, he’s frozen.

“Of course I did.” He lies again, but he sees that disappointed look in your face to not know of how often he fucks it. Thinking of you, no less. “Funny gag gift, but there was no need.”

There was no need? What? Like, he gets around? He fucks around? Other people? 

“Oh–” You start, but quickly cut yourself off to lie. “Yeah, it was a gag gift anyway. Thought you’d laugh.” 

And it’s the way both of you pretend you didn’t just ask him so blatantly if he’s fucked it. A gag gift? Bullshit. You’re so fucking bad at lying it almost makes Jay want to punish you for trying to dumbly. Fucking yourself on his couch, presenting your cunt to him, gifting him something to shove his cock up into. A gag gift.

Right. 

Yet still, he pretends to be normal. Acts like he’s not interested just to see if you keep trying. The funniest part is you both fucking know what you’re doing. Doesn’t change the fact that your best friend comes home and Jay continues to act like nothing has ever happened. 

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Disappointed sits in your gut as you cuddle under the blankets, feeling the cold fabric grow warm against your skin. This guest room has its charms but you can imagine the only action it’s ever seen has been you under these very same blankets, time and time again, plunging your fingers in and out of yourself with silent moans bitten into a pillow. 

You roll your eyes, not wanting to give Jay another ounce of your lust for embarrassing you like that today. Surely he’s used the toy, right? He’s a man, whether he actually wants you or not, he wouldn’t throw away a toy that only offers pleasure, right?

Maybe that’s all it is, too. Jay being a man. Anyone would look for too long if they’ve seen you fuck yourself. Anyone would stare at your pussy if you put it in front of their face. 

You’re being too confident. In fact, you’re probably just making him uncomfortable at this point. And here you are probably reading an awkward atmosphere for one suffocated by lust and pining. How…fucking embarrassing.

And, so, you count your sheep. 1, 2, 3, 100, 200, 300, 1023, 1024, 1025– and finally, sleep overtakes you.

A heavy sleep, one deep enough to not hear the click of your door or the quiet, socked feet making their way to your temporary bed. In fact, you do feel the bed dip beside you, and in your sleepy haze all you can do is mumble out to your best friend, Jay’s daughter, “Fuck off to your own room.”

There’s a pause, allowing you to fall right back into your deep sleep.

Honestly, if it weren’t for those words, Jay would have already had his hands on you. But he holds himself back, one knee on your bed and head hanging as he looks down at you. Peaceful when you sleep, no mocking or cheeky look in your eyes solely because they’re closed. 

He holds his breath, thinking about all that’s happened. This is okay, right? For him to sneak past his daughter’s room just to get to you at nearly four in the morning? This isn’t weird. 

It’s not. He already knows you want it, and using that toy tonight just…wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He wants the real thing. 

Jay hypes himself, over and over again as he stares down at you, lifting a hand slowly to tug at the blankets. Gently, so softly pulling it down past your waist. He holds his breath at your skewed tank top, allowing a view of your plump tits squished together from the weight of your arm. 

A side sleeper, forcing the curves of your body to be blatant even under the blankets. He stares more, more, more, not yet touching but now continuing to pull the blanket off of you entirely. 

Ah, shorts. Those fucking shorts. The ones that show the curve of your ass when you walk around the house. The ones he’s thought twice about, three times, four times about. Wondering what they’d feel like crumpled in his hands, tearing them off of you. 

And god, his cock is aching. Leaking in his sweatpants, dampening the front of them as he finally leans down, face just inches from your chest as he allows his hand to land on your hip. 

Slowly, he caresses down your body with one hand, and holds himself up with the other. He can smell your lotion on your skin here, so close to your tits. He leans closer, now tucking his hands between your legs, rubbing even more gently at your thighs. And then, he leans back.

All the way up, unsure of what to do, what to touch first, if he should wake you, or if he should just fuck off and pretend yet again that this happened. His hand goes from your inner thighs to your stomach, toying with the hem of your tank top before he reaches the neck line. Right there, he pulls more gently than he did the blankets. 

Hoping, praying he can see.

And see, he does. He effectively pulls your tank top enough to allow one of your nipples to pop out, slowly erecting at the sudden coolness against it, and instantly he’s playing with it. Soft pads of his fingers very lightly touching the tip of your nipple, rubbing little circles before glancing down your body when you shift.

There’s a little sound out of your mouth at this point, something that is similar enough to a moan that lets him utilize his other hand now for more than just holding himself up. He runs it right back to your thighs, both touches barely ghosting against your skin until his hips start to fuck forward on instinct. 

You. Gifted. Him. A. Pussy. 

It’s hard for him though, to stop what he’s doing just to grab at your hand and bump it closer to him, all so he can rest his cock in it. So, he doesn’t, not yet at least. He continues his play like this for now, moving the hand on your thighs up slightly, until you shift again in your sleep and roll onto you back.

There, he readjusts, watching the way your sleepy legs spread open and the way your tit remains exposed for him to keep massaging. His hand intentionally moves to your clothed pussy now though, hoping you’ve gotten wet in your slip.

And you have, apparently, because he can fucking feel it on the tips of his fingers. That’s all he wanted. All he needed.

And so, he doesn’t care if you wake up now. Feeling that right against his skin was enough to send him over the edge. No more enjoying it, no more simmering in the delight of touching you. No. 

He pulls back, practically tearing is cock out of his pants and forcing himself between your legs with no care or even consideration. You had half woken up to the commotion, but your eyes shoot open at the ripping feeling of his cock being shoved into you. All the way to his balls. 

He falls over you, both hands cradling your head as he twitches inside of you, pistoning his hips so fast, so aggressively that you can’t even catch your first waking breath. Instantly, your hands shoot around him, clawing at his back as you come back to reality from the realm of dreams. 

Or, is this a dream? A sweet, wet, desperate dream?

“Shh,” Jay hums against your ear, holding your head so tightly against him as his hips move freely, without his full intent, almost animalistic. “Gonna show you–”

He cuts himself off in a moan, feeling your nails dig into his back before your legs, surprisingly, don’t run. No, you wrap them around his waist. Yet, still, you can’t speak. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and hope to fucking god you can adjust to him. He’s…so much thicker than you expected.

You can feel every vein when it pulses, the bulbous head pushing past your walls regardless of how much more wet you’ve gotten. Goddamn, what a way to fucking wake up. 

Expectations will never live up to reality, you suppose. Because honestly, you thought you’d be the one on top of him, taking him for all he’s worth, but somehow the way he moves seems better. The blatant taboo nature of this, and how desperate he sounds against your ear. 

Fuck. 

“Show me?” You manage to cry out quietly, feeling the pain slowly fade to nothing but pleasure. 

“How hard I fuck that toy.” He smiles when you finally speak, relishing in the way you grip him all over. From your fingernails to your legs. Even your cunt squeezes him pathetically tight, so fucking tight. 

You moan now, satisfied that he’s a fucking liar. Confident that everything you thought originally was and still is true. 

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[eintausendschoen]

POV: It is Valentines Day. You followed an invitation to a bar on Mount Helicon, for an event called "The Blue Hearts Club". A mysterious invite extended by a total stranger... with the promise of a relaxing night out. Some well deserved Me-Time.

At the door, the owner of the place greets you like she knows you. She says her name is Kalliope, one of the Muses, but you do not know her.

When she points you at a crowded table at the back of the room you follow.

There, of course, you realize what the invite meant by...

... "Me-Time. Uh-huh.... riiiiight..."

The Muse winks at you as she pases, distributing another round of drinks. "Welcome to Valentine's!", she laughs, and from across the table laughter joins: "Yeah, with yourself!!"

For @dxwart — sorry to spring this on you but ... ah... that WAISTCOAT just had to be shown around. 💜 (link to the artwork)

🤩Shoutouts to all the beautiful beautiful people who lend me their designs to play with to make this date happen. You are all AMAZING artists and THANK YOU for all the good vibes here and making Poseidonverse happen!!🤩

From left to right, top to bottom and then right to left again (in terms of order 🤌) because life in the sea is a circle: In purple and gold, Poseidon by @rin-sith - he is so much fun to draw it is riddiculous.

Next to him, the cheeky lil' king (who really isn't little at all, believe me, everyone else is just so enormous, there is a sizechart but it blew the scale) with the luscious hair and the prettiest scales: Poseidon in a more mortal-ish form by @ruthlessness69

Okay, you all know him and he's half across the table already. This king is having LA FIESTA tonight, because he got a list, and now he got more names. @messymoonmad - he did that all on his own, I swear by Styx. (I love him so much.)

Yeah, canon Poseidon. He was there first, and now he's having a hard time holding onto his drink. 😘

Seacreature at the back is the lower half of @tagzpite glorious Poseidon. He might have just lost a bet, but he is a good sport. Also, checking out that blue-haired devil across the table already. (I just borrowed him last minute, he got dragged along - hope it's alright. He'll be returned intact.) Next three... most chaotic throuple (if you can call it that) in the history of saltwater. Poseidon of @pink-noah tried to snatch the hand of @kamuch-kommandos hot dark menace. Got snatched in turn and poor him, Tall Dark and Handsome got a death grip. All just because Poseidon by @bigidiotenergytm went to win a dare and smooch the Big Gun at risk of ear-injury.

Guess @melodyartists Poseidon owe's him a drink now. (He squeezed in last minute when I stumbled upon your post where he introduced himself to the popular girls, and of course I had to bring him into this mess. Hope it's alright? :)) ) Poseidon by @anniflamma, but her awesome new design. He wanted a word with @neal-illustrator's (neals not active here afaik but tagging anyway), so they made an appearance. Mostly because...

...you know them, you love them, you windbaarrrghl. Is it Cloudysseus shlepping Cloudseidon in to steal grapes together? Is it Zeus spying on his brother's Valentines date? Nobody knows. @kdpartworks thank you so much for lending them - I'll return them safe and sound when Poseidon gets back home.

To his left... @wukyma - he did the vase-face again. Why is he so cute when he does that? I'm such a big fan this wet grumpy cat, especially with Polites. (And how do you draw his curls??? That was so hard!) Of course he'd sit next to Gorgeous by @arraunean and trade war stories. No armour for the bar, but these two are classic guys and this is Helicon, so the comfy draperies to go with the wine.

And last - your host's 'not-quite-boss': he's mine, :))

Happy Valentine's everyone <3

[scruffycatdaddy]

There he is. The bastard on the bride’s side of the chapel. I can’t believe that my most devout follower would fall in love with His most devout follower. If it wouldn’t cause a war in the heaven’s id hunt down whichever god twisted the fates to make this happen. Dumber wars were fought for less reason…(those Olympians are so vain…)

“Sulking because your ex is here?”

The cackling voice I knew so well.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Olympian sorceress! I hope you aren’t whom I have to blame for this comedy of errors?”

Hecate cackles “I know better than to garner the ire of a god of revelry. Your piscean nature is not worth the trouble.”

I could always trust Hecate. She understood the chaos of my mind and could easily overpower me. But instead she chose friendship and respects me. The mother of my devout prays to her so it’s natural she would come to give her blessings and behalf of his mother. This family is very blessed with the eclectic pantheon assembled.

“You still miss him?”

“I can’t hide my feelings from you so no point in me denying it.”

“It doesn’t take sorcery to read your face my friend. Revelry misses the Bounty.”

He is a god of Bounty. Many revere him as an autumnal lord of the harvest. But as revelry takes many forms, so does harvest.

“There are rumors of a war coming. Perhaps that is why fate has brought these two together?”

“The fates bring together two commoners to get me back with my Ex? That’s insanity.”

“You two were the ‘it’ couple. And together on the same side again-“

“I have shirked that mantle. It is what drove us apart and destroyed what we had.”

“And yet it was what you did best. Who knew a god of revelry and a god of harvest together would be the most dangerous war gods seen in millennia!?”

“Hecate, please the ceremony is starting.”

The minister was quite a clever man. To weave a ceremony together to honor each of us here was no small feat. He does not have to worry about offending me. I am not a jealous god. Well…except when it came to him.

“If there is anyone here who does not believe these two shall marry, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

All eyes were on me and him. We locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes still radiate the warmth I knew all those years ago. Even now hardened by the trials we had been through, I could feel his love for me as I’m sure he felt mine for him. Maybe…maybe after all the time we could find something…even just friendship. It would be nice to spend time with him again.

Suddenly, a loud explosion and I was knocked out.

As I came to I saw lightning crawling across the sky and my devout lays lifeless next to his bride. Rage. Carnage. Destruction. This was a deliberate attack against me and I would not let this go unanswered!

I gather myself and look to the sky. That Olympian bastard. We settled the score a long time ago. What cruel long game was he playing here?

“This gathering is heresy! The mixing of pantheons has been forbidden and you gods have done nothing to prevent this! For your crimes against divinity, I have destroyed this bloodline and will destroy your followers!”

I see Hecate protecting as many as she can from the lightning strikes. The other gods are doing their part. But this gathering is a peaceful one. There is only myself and him who can stop this. I look and see He is standing by his devout and blessing her with funeral rites. I walk to him.

“For her sake, not mine, bless him and the others here so they can move on.”

“I am petty, but not so petty that you have to petition on your own’s behalf using my devout’s name.”

“Listen. I just-“

“Shut up you timid prick. To be a war god, you sure are nonconfrontational.”

I had no words to say. He was right. I wanted to speak to him time and time again but I wouldn’t.

“I miss you.” That was all I could mustard out of my lips.

“…I miss you too. But right now I am furious and an elder god to fight. Do you still have some fight left in you?”

His form shifted. From the opulence of harvest golds and shades of autumn, he became enshrouded with a simple black cloak and his sickle became crude yet sharp.

I locked eyes with him again as fire burns from my eyes. My form shifting to that of a warrior with one hundred weapons at his disposal.

“For you my love? Always. Let’s make him regret bringing us back together.”

You are a god whose most devout follower is marrying your rival God’s follower. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem except you both are asked to bless the union, and for that both of you must attend.

[konigsstalker]

breakup? no. make up.

simon ‘ghost’ riley x !fem reader

warnings: gentle sex, sorta toxic, no protection, creampie, oral (fem receiving), cursing? idk

mdni or i’ll smite you

“god, i’m so fed up with your bullshit simon! that’s fucking it, we’re done. this? is over.” you stormed into your bedroom, bringing out a suitcase from under the bed and quickly throwing your hung up clothes inside.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” he grumbled, thick british accent sending chills down your spine. fuck you were mad at him but god his voice.

“i don’t know but i’m not staying here anymore. i said we’re done.” you opened your night stand and shoved all the belongings in another suitcase.

“no.”

you paused, slowly turning towards him. “the fuck you mean “no”??” you were flabbergasted. this man was out of his fucking mind.

you guys had been nonstop fighting for days now, the original reason lost within the depths of your mind. all you do know is that he’d been on one since he returned from his last mission. he was distant, argumentative, hell even downright mean at some points. and for what? no reason. you’d be walking on eggshells the entire time. but one last comment from him set you off. you were done.

“i mean no. you’re not fucking leaving.” he barricaded the door as you tried to walk out, suitcases in hand. “we’re going to talk this out and figure out where the fuck we’re going wrong.”

“where we went wrong? no simon! this is all fucking you! you’ve been distant, mean, and fucking annoying for days. im fed up from walking in eggshells to not piss you off, i’m fed up for making excuses to not leave, and i’m fed up with your god aweful attitude.” you ranted, throwing your hands in the air. “now fucking move.”

he uncrossed his arms from his chest and closed the space between you two, slowly attempting to move his hands to your waist. you quickly smacked them away. only for him to grab your face quite aggressively. “you’re not leaving. it’s final.”

“i have free will.”

“indeed you do, but not in this circumstance.” he rubbed his thumb on your cheek. “i’m sorry, love.”

you looked away. not barring to look in his eyes. you’d knew it would be game over. as soon as you got lost in his pretty brown eyes you’d be fucked. you couldn’t afford it this time though. you were serious, you were leaving and that was final.

he rested his hands on your waist again, but you didn’t shove him away. you were leaving anyways right? there’s no harm in him doing the little touch.

“look at me.” he took a hand and moved your chin once again. “i know you don’t want to leave. let me make it up to you darlin’.” he gently kissed your lips.

you didn’t kiss back. he then roughly grabbed your ass, causing you to gasp on his mouth. he took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. he explored the space he found all too familiar. and you let it happen. fuck, you were losing.

you shoved him off, “that’s not going to work this time simon.” you breathed heavy before attempting to walk towards the door.

he swiftly grabbed your waist and gently pinned you against the door. he held his hands on your waist again and looked deep into your eyes. he new it was game over for you the second you took a glance up at him. fuck, he got you.

“you know you don’t wanna leave pretty girl. just stay with me, please. i need you.” he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your neck. “let me make it up to you.”

he sucked gently on your sensitive spot, drawing a moan out of you. you slowly raised your hands and wrapped them around the back of his neck. pulling him in and gently putting your face into his collar.

you couldn’t help but let a tear shed and whisper, “why are you so mean to me, i love you si.”

he rubbed your back gently, “i dont mean it i promise.” he pulled away and gently lifted your chin. “let me make it up to you pretty girl.” he then kissed you passionately.

and fuck, you let him.

he pulled away and moved his hands to your thighs, pulling you up and cradling you. he then set you on the bed, pushing you back gently and laying you down. trailing kisses down your neck, he then undid your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the ground.

ghost kissed down your breasts, pulling your bra down and sucking gently on one nipple while fondling the other. you let out breathy, light moans. god, music to his fucking ears.

he moved on, trailing down your stomach and to your paints, pulling down your leggings. then he swiftly pulled your underwear off, discarding them and opening your pretty legs wide for him.

he knelt down and pulled your core closer to him. making eye contact as he gently licked a strip down your slick. this drew a groan from you, urging him to continue.

he swirled his tongue, drawing circles and meaningless words on you, sucking gently on your clit. he’d continue these actions until you cummed, drawing out a gentle orgasm from you.

but he didn’t stop there, overstimulating you and causing you to whine. you pawed at him and roughly grabbed his hair. this didn’t stop him though, he continued until you let out a rough, loud moan and came all over his tongue.

he licked every drop of cum from you, swallowing it and relishing in your taste.

he moved up back to kiss you, undoing his belt and pants before pulling them down.

he teased your clit with his head, brushing it back and forth between your folds. sending shivers down your spine and a shock through your body. you whined, “please simon.”

he chuckled, “anything for you, love.”

simon gently entered your hole, going slow and steady making sure not to cause too much pain. still, you winced at his size. he was above average. much larger than anything you’ve had before. so even though you’ve done it multiple times with him, every single time you needed to adjust.

“let me know when to move lovie.”

shortly after a second, you nodded your head.

at first he moved slowly, fucking into you gently but deeply. then he started to speed up. pounding into you hard and deep.

finally, he let loose. fucking you into seeing stars and drawing screams out of you. you clawed at his back and whimpered his name. “‘s too much si.” tears began to stream down your face at the overstimulation.

“you can take it, be a good girl.” he grunted, gently holding onto your neck and drawing circles with his thumb.

you came first, letting out a gutty moan of his name. your voice was so pretty to him.

“thas’ my girl. takin’ me so well.” his thrust became sloppy, balls smacking against your arse and gaining speed. “i’m gonna cum.”

then he did. groaning your name loudly as he came inside. fucking every drop of his seed into your tight hole. any lone survivors being shoved back in my his digits.

“m’ sorry love, for hurting you.” he kissed your neck gently and held onto you tightly. as if you’d disappear if he let go.

“‘s okay si, just please be nice to me.”

“i will darlin’. i wont be a bastard, never again.”

“promise?” you gently played with his hair.

“promise.”

[cavillscurls]

Thinking about olderboyfriend!joel and reader celebrating all the holidays. Their first Valentine’s Day, their first thanksgiving together, their first Christmas together

this ask is so old, but i thought i’d answer given the nature of today 🥹💌… i don’t have a lot, but here’s some thoughts.

older!boyfriend joel masterlist

you met in the summer, a long ways before that holiday which always seemed to carry a heavier weight than it needed to. this connotation of perfection that hadn’t existed even in the best of your relationships.

but this one is the best. not one of, but the best. and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that, at times, it does feel perfect.

and you feel good. you feel certain. you have for a while now, but with the impending holiday that always felt more like dread than love, there’s a surge of reassurance when that usual doom never settles in.

you both agreed no gifts. funny enough, it was joel who put up a fight on this front. you could see him practically seething in his shoes, a crinkle in his brow and a pout on his lips as he bargained just one, you don’t gotta get nothin’, and there’s no guilt—just one.

but you shook your head and stood your ground; you would much rather spend the occasion splurging on dinner and drinks, an experience to share between the two of you.

he relented. even agreed to wear a suit—all black, and fuck, if that didn’t make you want to jump his bones on first sight—gelled back his curls, and wore that expensive cologne he saves for special occasions.

he shows up that night thirty-minutes before your reservation, and you’re popping a hand on your hip as soon as you open the door and find him standing there with a bouquet. a dozen red roses.

“i thought we said no gifts,” you huff.

he shrugs. “this ain’t a gift. it’s flowers,” he says, trying to play coy, but you can tell he’s rather proud of himself.

how are you supposed to argue with that?

you accept them, albeit a bit reluctantly, and bring them to your nose with a generous sniff. he’s eyeing you, all of you, the deep crimson dress you’ve chosen leaving little to the imagination. just the reaction you were hoping for.

“thank you,” you tell him, and he reaches out to place a hand at the small of your back, pulling you into his chest so he can lean down and press his lips to your ear.

“you’re welcome, baby,” he rasps, sending a shiver through you, and places a kiss on the side of your head.

dinner is tasty and decadent, made even finer by the company you keep. you split a bottle of red, and make room for dessert—freshly dipped chocolate-covered strawberries. he makes a show of leaning across the table to feed you the first bite, and you laugh so hard, you snort, the steady thrum of wine through your veins keeping you both buzzed and gleeful.

it’s starting to snow when you call a car from the restaurant. he offers an extension to the evening—catch a late showing of the rom-coms you know he can’t stand, but he’d tolerate (and has tolerated) for you. but the air is cold, and he’s so warm, and you’re feeling greedy. you want him all to yourself. that’s all you’ve ever really wanted from this, anyway. him.

you’re in his bed later that night, in his clothes, after he’s given you his real gift—satiating your needs, the desires he understands so well. you’re on your tummy, and he’s on his side, peacefully watching the path of his fingers that trace gentle shapes up and down your spine. you feel your eyelids grow heavy, shutting every few moments.

“hey,” he whispers at one point, voice low with fatigue.

“hm?” you murmur, raising your brows but not quite mustering the energy to look at him.

“i love you.” and it’s not the first time he’s said it, but it’s no less impactful. an iron rod to your chest, beaming and glowing from the inside out. “you know that, right?”

slowly, you open your eyes, and what you find turns the heat inside your belly up ten fold. he isn’t looking for reassurance or scoping out doubt. those are long gone with the passage of time. he just wants you to know—really know. hear him, and accept it for all it’s worth.

everything, really.

“i know it,” you whisper back, and a sleepy little grin erupts on his cheeks. you can’t help yourself. you lean forward and up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, and muttering against them: “i love you.”

he pulls you onto his chest, then. letting you smother him with your weight and wrapping his arms tightly around you. good. steady. real. perfect.

maybe valentine’s day isn’t so bad after all.

[rebelsabers]

Your tags:

You’re using disability as a weapon against me in an attempt to silence me and avoid addressing the actual point of this conversation, and that’s something I won’t stand for. I don’t need anyone to define my position on disability or what it means to be a victim because I live it. What’s even worse is the narrative you’re trying to push about disabled people in the tags. You said disgusting things in the tags that should never have to be read by anyone, especially someone who has men in their life who are visibly disabled, and survivors of things similar to the character you’re claiming to defend. I shouldn’t have had to read disgusting comments in the tags that apply to people I know in real life. It’s sickeningly offensive. The assumptions you’re making about my experiences are not only misguided—they’re deeply disrespectful and actively bigoted. The idea that you think it’s okay to reduce the complexity of disabled people’s lives into a simple narrative that fits your argument is disturbing.

I’m tired of seeing these disgusting, baseless accusations thrown at me in the guise of trying to protect some idealized version of a character’s arc. You have no right to weaponize these kinds of assumptions to invalidate my perspective, and frankly, it’s inappropriate. You don’t get to ignore my lived experiences and create a narrative about me based on your own discomfort with accountability and desire to flee responsibility. The real issue here is that you’re deflecting from the actual point—the way Sam Wilson’s journey is being sidelined by this constant focus on Bucky—and instead, you’re using these attacks to distract from your own inability to engage with the conversation in a meaningful way.

Stop weaponizing disability, stop making wild, inaccurate assumptions about me, and let black characters/Sam Wilson have his moment without trying to erase him for the sake of your favoritism of a white character. This narrative doesn’t belong to you, and it’s time to stop pretending that it does.

It’s time to stop making up false narratives and take a hard look at why you’re so intent on making this all about a white character’s past instead of allowing a Black character to have his moment. This isn’t about ableism(and it never was. You brought that out of nowhere to deflect and derail the conversation)—it’s about allowing Sam to have his own space to be Captain America. Your continual attempts to push Bucky’s story into his space while making disgusting assumptions about my beliefs are doing nothing but harming the conversation.

Your disgusting deflection and fictional rhetoric about me aside, let’s get something else out of the way.

First off, don’t try to belittle me with “calm down” or “sounding paranoid”—that’s just a deflection and frankly, dismissive. I’m calling out a pattern I’ve been seeing, which is fans continually sidelining Sam in his own movie for the sake of focusing on Bucky. It’s not a joke when people repeatedly insist on making Sam's film about someone else. Sam deserves his moment without being overshadowed, especially by a character who’s already had multiple arcs. And for the record, Bucky having a 1-minute scene doesn't change the larger issue: this is Sam’s movie, and constantly bringing up Bucky detracts from Sam’s growth and journey.

This isn’t just about Bucky or Sam. This is about respect for Sam Wilson, a Black character finally getting his own movie and story after years of being in the background. It’s frustrating that every time Sam has the chance to stand in the spotlight, people seem to want to pull him back and make it about Bucky or Steve. This is a clear example of the systemic issue where Black characters are constantly sidelined in their own narratives in favor of white characters. Sam is finally becoming Captain America, and yet there’s this need from some fans to focus on Bucky’s backstory—again. Why? Because he’s a white character? It’s no accident that the same fans who are trying to make Sam’s film about Bucky are the ones who refuse to let a black character have his own arc. This isn’t about fandom preferences; it’s about the fact that black characters are too often given less room to develop on their own, while white characters are constantly shoved into their space.

Bucky’s story is important, absolutely—but let’s be real here: this movie is not his. We’ve already seen Bucky’s arc in The First Avenger, The Winter Soldier, Civil War, Infinity War, Endgame, and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. He’s had plenty of screen time and emotional exploration. Sam has not. But instead of letting Sam have his time, you’re trying to pivot it back to Bucky. That’s the problem. There’s a deep-seated history of white characters being allowed to dominate narratives at the expense of characters of color, especially black characters. Sam having his own movie, his own arc, should be celebrated, not minimized by those who think it’s somehow acceptable to sideline him for someone else’s story.

You can claim this is all about “Bucky’s trauma” all you want, but what you’re really doing is excusing a harmful pattern where the emotional journey of Black characters is undervalued and overshadowed by the the fandom’s favoritism for white characters. What you're doing—trying to make it all about Bucky—reinforces the idea that it’s more important for Bucky to get more screentime than for Sam to have a moment to be his own character, especially in the context of being a black man taking on the mantle of Captain America. Sam’s trauma is deeply tied to the weight of being a Black man in America, and that’s something that can’t just be glossed over by making it about Bucky every time they share a scene or talking about how bucky should be there. You can’t just keep deflecting Sam’s journey and importance because it’s more comfortable for you to focus on a white character. It’s dismissive, it’s disrespectful, and it perpetuates the narrative that black stories are secondary.

I know i’m being overly repetitive for a normal person, but you really seem to be the kind that need it explained to you multiple times to get it. Especially since you keep trying to to deflect, derail, and make so many excuses for this behavior.

You can’t ignore the fact that Sam, as Captain America, isn’t just a superhero—he’s also a black man who has to overcome systemic oppression, and that needs to be explored. But instead of letting Sam shine, you’d rather focus on Bucky. It’s frustrating, because people of color often have to fight tooth and nail to get space in these narratives—and then, when they finally get it, it’s undermined by others who refuse to let them exist without constantly dragging them back into someone else’s story.

So, yes, this is a problem. It’s not about the fact that Bucky’s trauma matters (which wasn’t even part of the post and isn’t relevant)—it does—but the problem is that you and others are so focused on his past and his character, that you’re missing the point of Sam’s story. Sam Wilson, as Captain America, is carrying the weight of history. He’s carrying the weight of being a Black man in America, and that’s something that deserves to be explored without being overshadowed by Bucky, Steve, or anyone else. No matter how much you like that character. You can keep saying Sam has more screen time than Bucky in this one film just for once, but the issue here isn’t about how much time Bucky gets; it’s about how much space Sam is allowed to take up in his own movie. You’re contributing to a culture that consistently tries to diminish the importance of Black characters and their stories.

Sam deserves his own moment without constantly having to support a white character’s journey. So, no—this isn’t about ableism, and it isn’t about invalidating Bucky’s trauma or anything else you want to deflect the conversation with. It’s about the simple fact that Sam Wilson is finally getting his moment, and it’s being undermined by people like you who can’t seem to let go of the need to make it about someone else, someone who’s already had their time in the spotlight.

Someone white.

That’s what this is really about.

"Sam, you are not going to believe how exponentially badly my day is going."

"Probably not as badly as mine, Buck"

[juniperdugong]

How silly

Pairing: Salaryman!Nanami x reader Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst (?) CW: Heavily Suggestive but no real smut !!!MINORS DNI!!! WC: 4,269

A/N: Note, a Nomikai is like an after-work drinking party. Also...I'm back, lemme know if this is absolute shi- or not.

Despite his austere demeanor, Nanami Kento's house was rather cozy. There was enough space for himself and then some - when he's rather cold and calculative on the battlefield or behind a desk, his house remains warm and bright, inviting even.

Although, right now - to you, it was anything but.

You were leaning against the living room wall, your heart stirring with every sound Kento made in the kitchen. There were perfectly good and comfy seats to be taken on the couch but your nerves willed you to stand. You fiddled with your fingers and scanned the room - It wouldn't have been too long ago that you might've felt comfortable in this space, maybe even felt at home. But now it just served as a bitter reminder, one that Kento just had to bring up again.

"Take a seat, it's not like you to not make yourself at home." Nanami came in teasing you, all smiles as he brought in two mugs of tea - just the way you liked it, just the way that he remembered you liked it.

"I feel fine on the wall, Nanami." Your tone conveyed your nerves in a way that Nanami definitely disliked judging by the way you see his eye twitch slightly. You would be the first to talk casually but right now being formal was the one thing keeping that lump in your throat from forming.

"I thought we'd gotten past the formalities, y/n…" Disappointment rides over his face, he should be expecting this after how he acted in the office but it only makes his mood more sour. Sensing your apprehension he lightens up, "Right, sorry-", adjusting himself on the couch, he picks up one of the mugs and starts sipping, "Saw you've got a new assistant." He doesn't elaborate or even meet your eyes as he changes the subject.

"Nana-" He throws you a stare that makes you clear your throat, "Kento… what does me having a new assistant have to do with anyth-"

"Can I not have a good and well-mannered conversation with my co-worker?" He cuts you off, knowing what you're prodding him for but not giving in just yet.

"Not if that co-worker is me and anyways, I think officially speaking I'm your boss. Even more inappropriate." You nip at your fingernails before pulling your skirt down, "But that isn't even why we're really here."

He sets down his mug and gets up, your breath hitches at his movements and his gaze darkens at your trepidation - he approaches you slowly, "Let's not be like this, y/n.", it sounds like he's fed up with your attitude. You couldn't understand why he would be the one fed up in this situation but suddenly you can't control your breathing, chest rising up and down more and more rapidly as he stalks forward, the way the lighting hits him makes his shadow grow from your perspective- You feel like an animal being hunted and you're not sure if you like it. His eyes narrow as his imposing frame towers - caging you in.

"Kento, stop." You're stern as the pit in your stomach grows. And he pauses, shaking his head and chuckling before backing away and composing himself.

"I'm sorry- Sit. Please. I have a feeling we might take a while…" Acting as though he didn't just try to intimidate you he sits back down. Turning on the TV he drags out this moment of tension until you feel coerced to sit or else you'd get nowhere and you'd have come here for nothing.

---

Of course, it wasn't always like this. There was a point in time when his stalking was desired, lusted after, and in turn, he was fond of your seductive fawning & controlling side. Yours and Nanami's relationship was almost like a TV-perfect office romance/forbidden love trope. Both competing to get promotions, bickering in meetings to gain advantage & prestige, nothing more than idle talk about client meetings during work hours, and both equally as cold & uncaring in the eyes of everyone in the office.

After hours…now that was a different story altogether. What started as coincidentally meeting at the convenience store - both of you hammered after a night out to relieve stress - turned into much more. What neither of you would admit to calling an office crush twisted itself into love motel stops & Nomikai's that became routine for you two. Always claiming that "just one more night" would quell your desire for each other. It was almost toxic the way you wanted one another - how the frustration of the office during the day could be taken out on each other during the night.

But that relationship changed once you got promoted. You both had been up for the position for some time - having several meetings & being observed constantly - near continuous stress. Being so fiercely competitive you went at each other's throats, desperate to prove your worth to the company. Your nights out became back-to-back sessions of rough love-making that would end with tired eyes remembering the hostile environment you've both cultivated at the office that you would now have to return to in the morning.

When it was announced that you had gotten the position things began to shift. Of course, there was the relief of securing something earned through hard work & loyalty but looking Nanami in the eye became harder, as if through this your loyalty to him was in question. Over the next month your nomikai's together were less frequent, you were moved to the office one floor up so talking was rare now too - it all fizzled right at the climax. "How boring." Nanami thought.

Months passed and eventually, you lost all contact except for the occasional meeting or report. In a surprising turn of events, you got promoted again when the department head got fired as the new year came. This effectively made you Nanami's boss and once more your paths crossed with increased frequency.

Everything was really good. No longer colleagues and rivals, your relationship got better. You still felt the occasional guilt of climbing the corporate ladder faster than him, but it wasn't anything either of you could or would change at this point. You were able to make light conversation, the spark of the corrupted crush you had so long ago reigniting, but this time, more purely—more right.

You'd blush as you came into your office and saw a note with a coffee or breakfast sandwich next to it. Inside poetic waxing of 1-3 sentences often harping on "having a good day" & "gaining energy" from these lovely efforts. And at the end always signed "Ken."

Even the smallest efforts made your heart swell, as would anyone's given the circumstances and the man. Without needing physical intimacy there was a subtle tension, never negative, instead an electricity in the air that made the office feel more alive… Well, at least that's what you two would experience. Maybe this time you get off on the right foot and build up something real - although still heavily taboo between boss & employee. At least it would be a relationship bound by more than tenuous midnight moans & morning walks of shame.

---

At your height within the company, it would be stupid to take on menial tasks like running to the printer, confirming meeting times, and scheduling on-site appointments. Not too soon after your promotion, a peer advised you to get a full-time secretary or personal assistant. You had more than enough salary to pay someone, so why not? Less on your plate meant more time spent thinking about your personal life, something you couldn't afford to do before.

It didn't take long for young university hopefuls to come crawling out of the woodwork once you posted the job offer. Colleagues began being overly nice during work hours in hopes of buttering you up enough to mention a name of an underclassmen or relative. During this period, noticing the buzz around you Nanami came around less frequently in fear of being a bother but his presence made itself known in the refilled snack drawer by your desk and the organized documents that you had complained to him about over lunch. Eventually, you settled on a very nice young man who had good enough experience to not be a hassle to train but not too experienced to where your seniority felt pointless.

Sure enough, it made things much easier over the next week. Meetings went by more smoothly and you could contain work more strictly to office hours.

In your newfound free time, you often drifted to thinking about Kento and what your relationship was. You started to consider the thought of "liking" someone, of liking Nanami Kento seriously. How nice it would feel to go to dinner with him after work with no expectations of the night, of stealing kisses in the break room, of waking up next to someone and this time not rushing to gather your clothes from off the floor.

So, after a few months of back & forth and more time than ever to attempt something like this, you decided to test your waters by setting up coincidental bump-ins with him but the results were odd. You were friendly with each other sure but in your gut you could feel him pulling away. Every interaction becoming shorter and less filled with niceties & casual talk leaving you confused. You were so sure that this was working, that weeks ago this would've led to a real connection; Maybe you weren't on the same exact page but close enough… you had thought that at least.

Were the signals too mixed? Did he want to return to the casual sex from before? Was that what he was after all along? Was he not on the same page and saw this simply as friendliness between higher-up and lower employee?

But then what did it mean when he'd brought you coffee in the mornings? Or when he'd stop by your office during lunch to ask what you were eating? Or the shy smiles you'd steal from each other when you were sure no one was looking? What does all that mean if not "I like you"?

You couldn't stand it. Waiting for the coy smile of the businessman sitting across the room during a meeting became almost torturous. You're not sure but it feels like a significant change had occurred without you knowing. Like over the past week a frost had entered and frozen over an innocent springtime.

The next 2 weeks were spent analyzing this thing between you and in your analysis you confirmed one thing. That this was not a case of growing apart but rather an avoidance caused by an unknown subject- Unknown to you that is. A confusing loop of getting just close enough to observe the glimmer of want in his eyes when you were around but never close enough to actually talk about it. And that's when you knew that you had to do something or the spark would fizzle just as quickly as it did before.

---

"Nanami, can I talk to you in meeting room 3?" His eyebrow quirked at your sudden question.

"Oh sure, was something wrong with yesterday's reports? Or did the client from Y company say something?" As per usual he kept on the topic of business - He has no precedent to think this was anything but, after all.

"No, I actually just wanted to touch base about something else." His face was inscrutable as your words were taken in.

"I'll be there in 15. Just let me finish up these last couple of emails." Even his tone was monotonous, with no hint of deeper thought or meaning. For all you know, he could be cursing you out in his head.

15 minutes has never felt this long before. Circling the room you went over the conversation you've meticulously planned - All the responses he could make and all the actions he could take. You're not sure if in doing this you only made yourself more nervous or if it at all quelled your worry but you couldn't stop. Not until you heard those heavy footsteps and the door click.

"Nanam-"

"Y/n-" You almost giggled as your voices overlapped but seeing the forlorn look on Kento's face made that moment of joy subside.

"Sorry, you called me here for a reason. Please…" He gestured towards you to continue.

"Ah- I umm I just wanted to talk to you because recently it seems like you've been…avoiding me. I mean it's not like I expe-"

"Stop." He cuts you off abruptly. "Not during work hours, please."

"Then when? I can never find a moment with you alone these days. It's only in an official capacity like this can I even see you right now."

"Y/n-" He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples before continuing, "Look - I'm sorry. I have been avoiding you. But it's for a good reason."

"Good reason? What reason?" You don't mean to sound as mad as you do but you couldn't help it - You were hurt. What reason could he possibly have for distancing himself like this? The look on your face must've conveyed your emotions perfectly because he immediately softens raising a hand to your cheek to comfort you.

"Mrs. L/n are you in- I am so sorry." Your assistant walks just before Kento can reach you. "Mr. Lee is ready to see you in your office. Please excuse me." He leaves just as quickly as he arrives.

You turn your attention back to Kento as you see his gaze linger on the door as it swings closed. Whatever softness he was going to reach you with has hardened, his eyes narrowed with a look of displeasure. "Ken-"

"It looks like you have to go, Mrs. L/n." He straightens up and addresses you formally. You're about to speak up as he leans in close to your ear, "My house tomorrow after work if you have further business to discuss regarding this manner."

Fixing himself he doesn't even spare you a glance. He makes his annoyance far too obvious with the low grumble that echoes throughout the room. Completely frozen from the shock of his whispered proposal you couldn't comment on his attitude, not even as his boss.

You shudder at the thought of being alone with him again after those words. What consequences have you brought upon yourself this time? Going to his house either sounds like the worst hell or the most gracious heaven right now and your mind can't settle on which one sounds more probable. There was only one way to find out.

---

Well now you were certainly in his home but the pressure in the room was enough to make an elephant sweat. Coerced to sit you breathe out heavily, adjusting yourself to as comfortably as you could in your rigidness. Kento reaches for the TV remote and turns the volume down before turning to face you nonchalantly.

"This silence is scaring me a bit, Kento." You break the silence, your words have a joking tone but he takes it seriously even as you pose a fake smile.

"I'm scaring you? I'm…" He swallows his words, straightens out, and takes a breath, "I'm sorry about that y/n. What was it that you wanted to discuss?" It's almost sickening the way he puts on the formality of business with you after nearly pouncing.

"What? No, you're not- Wait. Can we just stop this?" You rush to clear up whatever spiraling thought he had from your few words before focusing your gaze down, embarrassed of bringing up the subject.

"Stop what?" And it sounds like he's genuinely asking. Raising your head back up to meet his eyes you see confusion but also want to resolve whatever this is. Some amount of confidence is restored as you realize that it isn't just you who wants to fix things.

"Well, like I said back in the meeting room, you've been avoiding me Kento. And don't try to deny it."

He pauses trying to collect his words, "I have. But like I said for good reas-"

"Then just tell me the reason Kento." You raise your voice out of frustration.

Nanami retreats, readjusting to calm his nerves. You've never seen him so timid except for when he has to ask if his favorite treats are in stock at the bakery. He can't bring himself to look at you anymore. Whatever confidence he had was blown away by your exclamation. He picks up his mug, takes a sip of his tea, and fiddles with the handle - head downturned.

A murmur comes from him, "What is this?"

"What?" You can barely grasp the words.

"This." And he gestures between the two of you. "What is it? Y/n."

"I'm not understanding, Ken." And you notice the nickname catches his attention as his head whips to look at you - only then do you realize that you haven't addressed him so casually since before your promotions. Not even when you were flirting through office exchanges. For a second you wonder when that hostile relationship became more casual & comfortable than what you had grown accustomed to now.

Nanami bites his bottom lip, "Are we something? Anything other than coworkers? Tell me upfront, please because I don't think I can handle any more of these blurry lines. It's hurting my heart too much." It's a shock to you to see him this way but even more of a shock to himself as he's sure he's never even been this shaken by a curse standing right in front of him but now you've gone and turned things upside down.

You're speechless. Isn't that what you meant to ask him? He was the one putting distance between you. He was the one avoiding you. And now he was asking you this as if you're the one to blame for his actions. For someone so incredibly smart man, oh man was he dumb when it came to emotions. For the first time above the sheets, you're seeing Nanami Kento crumble into your hands. The intimidation tactics from before you now realize were just a front for him to hide all these feelings.

"Do you want to be something other than "coworkers"? Nanami." You scoot closer to him.

"I don't know what to think right now." His eyes are glossy but not yet tear-filled however with the shaky tone you have a feeling that the flood was incoming.

"Just tell me everything that crosses your mind. Anything is better than nothing right now." You're begging him at this point to open up to you. Staying in this relationship purgatory hell for any longer would drive you up a wall.

"Maybe…I don't know." He sighs, " I just- I don't think I'm in my right mind when it comes to you." Placing the mug back down he puts his hands to his face trying to gain clarity.

"What do you mean? Ken." You reach out to him, placing a hand on his knee.

He turns his head to face you again, another heavy sigh escaping him before placing his head back in his hands speaking slightly muffled. "You've made me insane, y/n." He chuckles and you smile, it feels so good to hear him laugh genuinely for just a moment even in his presumed "insanity". "Every time I see you I just want to- I want to hold you. And every time you're near my heart feels at peace but never at ease. I don't know what to make of you."

"I'm afraid I'm still not understanding?" You can sense the inner turmoil he's going through but his word vomit, although pretty, isn't helping you piece it all together clear enough to respond; You're not sure what's holding him back but you know you want to help him through it. Standing up you place yourself in front of him, kneeling slightly to pry his hands away from his face.

He looks up at you as you stand tall before him. Tears now brimming. You never thought a day would come when you would see Nanami of all people on the brink of collapse, as sad as it was it was also extremely cute. But, Was whatever he had to admit something to get this emotional about? Or was it just the fact that it involved you? Even he couldn't be sure of the answer.

"I'm pathetic." He lets his hands flop onto his lap as his shoulders slump and his head hits your stomach in defeat.

You chuckle at the admission brushing the back of his head and letting your hand play with the strands at the nape of his neck. "How are you pathetic? Have I made you feel like that? Is that why…you won't talk to me anymore?"

"What?! No!" He exclaims before calming down once more, this time he places his chin on your navel to look up at you, "I'm pathetic because I get jealous over - what is probably - nothing…" He digs himself back into the softness of your belly, bringing his arms to wrap around your waist - securing you where he can breathe you in.

"Can you let me in on what this "nothing" is? Because I've been nothing but confused these past few weeks, Kento."

Breathing you in, he says something completely muffled that tickles you just enough to lightly chuckle.

"Hmm?" You brush at his gel-hardened hair to coerce him to face you and he follows your movements as if entranced by your touch. His eyes close as he brings his hand to meet yours now leading you to cup his face letting his thumb brush over the skin on your hand. How good it feels to smell you he thinks.

Oh how men fall, more specifically how Nanami Kento falls to your visage as slivers of city lights intertwine with the warm interior and you're illuminated like no goddess he could even imagine. If he could stretch this moment in time forever he would - but he cannot and thus he resigns to just taking you in as your face continues to screw up in confusion.

"Your assistant." and he lets his head hang once more, too embarrassed of his truth to let you meet his eyes.

"My assistant?" You're genuinely confused by the two words for a quick second before it clicks, "Oh…my assistant…He's why you don't want to take me out to lunch anymore?"

"I always want to take you out to lunch, y/n. But how can I- sigh When he's with you 24/7 & gets to be with you all day, how can I not feel so…angry."

"Ken…" You almost have no words, of course, emotions are fickle and he can't control the way he feels but it is kind've silly; While you've been worrying your butt off over him, he's been hiding his possessiveness when you never asked him to. Part of you (a really big part) finds it cute, the other part acknowledges just how stupid that sounds. All this running around each other for nothing - weight lifted but reassurance surely still needed.

"I told you. Nothing." Once again he digs himself so deep into your stomach you're sure he's bound to create some sort of mark.

"No no, not nothing. Well-"

"See!" And you both giggle at the immediate retort.

The entire time you're above him you can't help but think about how odd this position is physically and metaphorically. You're "above" him and he doesn't mind, not the way that you thought he would anyway. And the truth is that Kento would much prefer you above him (in more ways than one) and whatever doubt you had that he would despise you - that he should despise you - after everything that you've taken from him vanishes; you mean so much more to him than official positions and rankings. He loves you, the way his eyes have gained back their sparkle just by being in your presence proves it.

"Should I get rid of him?" You're half joking but in your truest heart of hearts if he asked you would try your best to accommodate his worries.

"Don't do that to the kid…"

"So you're aware that he is just a kid-"

"As I've told you multiple times now, I know it was baseless emotions. Not that I could help it but I know- I should've talked to you sooner."

"Yes. Much sooner." You return to your place beside him on the couch clutching his hand in yours and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Forgive me?"

"Never." He looks at you a bit confused. "Spend every day - starting now - making it up to me Nanami Kento."

A grin so big you couldn't ever imagine it on his face unless it was happening right in front of you - as it was right now - appears. He straightens himself, adjusting pants and all - as if he wasn't already extremely attractive - and faces you. "You've got a deal Mrs. L/n." He holds out a hand and with a firm shake tackles you into the sofa. Suddenly, once more you feel at home in his home. You feel just right where you need to be with Mr. Nanami Kento… or just Ken.

A/N: Holy hell...I'm back babies. Srsly though what did you think of this fic?? Idk how to feel. It's like between a masterpiece and a piece of garbage idk....

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @iluvmattyb

[stevesgother]

emmmm!!!!!!!! in honour of valentines day, I humbly and urgently request reader and steve getting ready for a date together, but steve can't keep his hands off of them 🤭 all the kissy touchy undressy pls! <3333333333333

CHLOE UGH i love this

anything for u my darling

18+ under the cut

You never needed to beg or plead for the bare minimum from your boyfriend like you had with lovers in the past.

Steve loved Valentine's Day. It was the one day a year where he could well and truly spoil you without you bashfully insisting that he 'really didn't have to'. If it were up to him, he'd bring you home a new gold pendant and a bouquet of a dozen red roses every night when he got home from work-- but he spared you for the fear of being "too much". He'd never had a partner that appreciated him so much as you did.

Standing in front of your shared bathroom's mirror, you were attempting to apply your lipstick. Your dinner reservation was in a mere thirty minutes, and your boyfriend was absolutely insatiable.

"Steve, I can't put this one when you're moving me," you groaned.

"Can't help it, baby-- you just look so damn good," his words are muffled as he shoves his face further into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. You can feel his erection pressing incessantly into your backside as you bent slightly over the counter to get a closer look at your lips.

He'd been like this since the moment you put on that dress-- the dress that he bought for you to wear, no less. He'd presented it to you in a neatly wrapped gift box with a bow on top.

'We have a reservation at Enzo's for seven, picked you up something pretty to wear, too.'

He just hadn't anticipated you looking so fucking sexy in it. He thinks it might even be borderline obscene. Especially with that dainty little 'S' charm hanging in the valley between your breasts.

He was pressing hot, wet kisses to the vein that ran along the side of your neck; one he was well acquainted with.

"Baby, we're gonna be late,"

"I'll drive fast," he breathes.

"Steve--"

"I need you, honey, I'm not gonna be able to make it through dinner," he chuckles, his deft fingers move under the hem of your dress and he pulls at it before letting it snap back into place on your thighs, "jus' wanna take you right here over this counter."

You can't help the whimpery moan that his words elicit from you, and you know immediately that that's what breaks him.

His hand moves to cup your heat over the lace panties you had worn with the notion that he's be ripping them off of you later-- and despite how'd you been trying to play it cool, the wetness pooling there betrays you.

"So wet f'me, baby," his free hand grips you by the jaw and maneuvers you to face him. He kisses you with an urgency you don't have the privilege of experiencing very often. Steve's always been a fantastic kisser, but you love it when he kisses you like it's the last time he'll ever get to. It's passionate and deep; his tongue delving past your lips to dance with your own.

At some point in the last minute or two he had pulled your underwear to the side; seemingly too impatient to take them all the way off. The tips of his index and middle fingers circle your puffy clit, causing a whine to slip past your lips.

He's trying to get you ready for him, always the gentleman, but you can tell he's extra needy tonight. You push the plush of you ass back against his hardness and he all but growls into your ear.

You hear the clinking of him hurriedly unbuckling his belt, and before you know it, the blushing red head if his cock is sliding through your wet folds collecting the wetness there.

"Oh--Steve," you drawl.

"I need you, baby-- is this okay?"

"Yes Steve, please,"

There's no easing into it like there usually is. All at once you feel the entirety of his length sheathed into you and it takes every ounce of strength in your body not to cry out at the sensation. He's taking your face in the hand that doesn't have a death grip on the fat of your hip and forcing you to face the mirror again.

"Want you to look at yourself while I fuck you, such a little slut f'me, huh?"

The hand on your face makes it's way around to grab a fist full of your hair, keeping your head up despite the urge to let your head fall. Your tits bounce with the force of his hips plowing into you, and you know you'll be sore in the morning.

"Touch yourself, baby-- I'm close,"

You do as you're told, moving your hand south to play with your bundle of nerves where your underwear's been hastily pushed to the side. The pressure of the head of Steve's cock hitting that spongey spot deep inside you combined with the added sensation on your clit has the knot in your lower belly tightening.

"Steve!" You cry out. The thought of your upstairs neighbors briefly crosses your mind, but not enough for you to quiet your chants of his name.

"You gonna come? I can feel you, baby, let go. I've got you," he wraps a toned arm around your waist to pull you flush to him. This was his favorite way to finish-- every inch of your body in contact with every inch of his. Steve may be the more domineering partner in your relationship, but he'll forever be a sap at heart. Especially for you.

"Gonna come-- Steve! Inside me please, want you to finish inside,"

"H-oh fuck-- baby--"

You feel him tense inside you seconds before you're flooded with the warmth of him filling you to the brim. Logically, you both know you're on birth control, but even the idea of Steve knocking you up makes him finish almost instantly. Every single time. It's like his kryptonite.

He rides out his high with a few more harsh thrusts before he's pulling out and moving your underwear back in place.

"Wait-- I need to clean up," you start but he interrupts as he's buckling his belt.

"You're gonna go to dinner like that, and then when we get home later, I'm gonna fuck it back into you. That sound good?"

You're left speechless at how casually he says it. Leave it to Steve to work you up like this, and then act like he didn't just rock your world.

"Uh huh," you respond, a little dumbly.

"Good." He smiles so earnestly it makes you melt a little, "Jesus, baby, your lipsticks a mess. Better fix it while I start the car, yeah?"

You laugh, swatting his chest, but he just bends at the waist to give you a smacking kiss to your sweaty cheek as if he isn't the sole reason you look so disheveled.

"Steven!"

"Love you!" He calls over his shoulder as he runs from you.

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad when you had him.

[spr1ngtweaks]

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣/𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 (ℙ𝕣𝕖 -“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣” 𝕍ℍ𝕊 𝕋𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘)

/ Note: most of this is just my headcanon of Harley before the "event" happened, it won't be 100% canon and might be ooc. I'm just writing for fun, please don't come to me. ;-; My grammar pretty shitty bc Eng is not my first language/

🖤 The relationship between you and Harley – from colleagues to accomplices (First meet):

You meet Harley Sawyer when he was still an ambitious scientist at Playtime Co., before everything went crazy. He is a genius, but he has a strange obsession with his experiments—a man who does not accept conventional ethical boundaries. You are a colleague, or perhaps an outsider inadvertently drawn into his life. You are one of the few people who don't completely hate Harley, or at least don't show it openly.

When everything gradually crosses the boundaries of morality Gradually, you witness Harley's inhumane experiments and find yourself torn between right and wrong. But instead of leaving, you are captivated by his vision – the idea of transcending the limits of death, recreating life. You might have tried to stop him at first but then realized he was right in some way, and you started supporting him. The first time between the two could happen in a moment when Harley is no longer a cold and indifferent scientist. Maybe it was a late night in the lab, when he sat back with tired eyes but still gleaming with excitement over a new discovery. You bring him a cup of coffee, teasing him that he's working too hard.

He looked at you, his sharp eyes but with something wavering. "If I succeed... if I can make humanity greater, then everything will change. Do you believe me?"

You can respond in two ways: One is to empathize, the other is to warn him about the dangerous line. But no matter what, that was the moment Harley realized you were not just an observer—you were the only one who truly saw him, not just as a madman but as a human being.

💉 How Harley Sawyer expresses affection:

Harley Sawyer is a genius but emotionally twisted. He doesn't love the way normal people love—instead, he observes, analyzes, and possesses.

1. His feelings are like an experiment:

He is not the type of person to express affection through hugs or gentle words. Instead, he tends to observe the other person like a scientific study—he notes how you frown when displeased, how you smile when satisfied, and he experiments to see how you will react to his actions.

Maybe he quietly places a cup of tea just the way you like it on your desk, but he never says that he cares about you. If you ask, he might just shrug and say, "I don't want to hear your whining about lacking caffeine."

Or if he really likes you, he won't say it out loud, but instead, he will secretly monitor you at work, check if you are injured, and even remove people he thinks have a "bad influence" on you.

2. Possession, possession, and POSSESSION :

When in love, Harley doesn't express it with affectionate words, but with possessiveness. He doesn't like to share, and he might not realize it right away, but he doesn't want anyone else to get too close to you.

He doesn't openly show jealousy, but if he sees you being intimate with someone else, his gaze will darken.

If someone crosses the line with you, they might disappear from the project or get fired the next day.

When he talks to you, he tends to invade your personal space to the point where you can feel his breath on your skin.

Harley wants to possess, but at the same time, he wants you to come to him willingly. That makes the relationship with him a dangerous game between control and seduction.

The first time for the two of you could happen right in the laboratory, amidst the cold light of the screen and the unfinished experiment sketches. A hurried kiss, a hesitant touch, as if both were standing on the brink of something irreversible. Maybe it was a truly tender moment for Harley—or perhaps he was still a bit obsessed, almost wanting to hold you as part of his own "experiment."

But no matter what, it will be a storm of passion, danger, and something painful knowing that his path might lead him away from you forever.

3. He loves in the way of someone who doesn't know how to love.

He may not understand his own feelings, but once he decides that you "belong to him," there is no turning back.

A touch of his hand could be a test, as if he were checking whether your skin is cold or if your heart beats faster when he gets closer. A kiss from him might lack tenderness, instead being exploratory, as if he were testing your reaction.

If you intend to leave him, he won't beg—instead, he will find a way to make you unable to leave, whether through words, psychological manipulation, or something darker...

Harley doesn't love in the way of "needing you to live," but in the way of "if I don't have you, no one else can have you."

🔪 Harley Sawyer's sexual orientation:

I see he has tendencies towards demisexual or greysexual, but in the way of a controlling and calculating person.

📌 Demisexual (only has desire when there is a true emotional connection)

He is not the kind of person who is immediately attracted by someone's appearance. He doesn't care about so-called "one-night stands" or superficial charm.

If he is interested in someone sexually, it's not just because of desire, but also because he wants to control them.

📌 Tendency to be "Possessive & Dominant" in relationships:

In a relationship, he will be the one in complete control, not the type who likes to be led or passionately pursue someone. If there is an intimate scene, he might not hesitate to use words to influence or even manipulate psychologically, controlling the other person's reactions.

📌 Not too concerned about the other person's gender:

I don't think Harley is only attracted to a certain gender. For him, what matters more is whether you can stimulate his mind. If you make him curious, if you make him feel he can control or be attracted in some way, he will keep an eye on you.

He can experience attraction with anyone, but that doesn't mean he is easily swayed.

[akaanir-of-starfleet]

#on the one hand: breaking bad but everyone he recruits is too competent to get dragged into that level of danger #and nate's still a righteous crusader so he still keeps to that moral compass #so it's fine they're all fine this is just leverage but nate's got more chill #on the other hand: nate who chose to become a criminal BEFORE internalizing that you could be both a criminal and a good person #is a nate who leaves his morals at the door every time he steps into his role as mastermind #nate has always been a Good Man the same way batman doesn't kill people #it's not some innate thing it's a CHOICE #he is following his internal rulebook to the letter #and the thing is. nate is a Good Man but he is not a good man. he follows the rulebook because he's decided to intellectually #not bc he like. feels bad about it when he does something mean #it's because that's what it means to be a Good Man: you follow the rules. you do what's right. you bring about justice. #but in this au nate has deliberately decided to put the rulebook away #so he has DECIDED that he is no longer going to be a Good Man #and oh buddy. at that point all bets are off. #he would pick his morals back up and put them on again every time he went back home to his family and his regular job #and then whenever there was a new client for a con he would slip his morals off like a heavy coat and hang them up by the door #and then he'd roll up his sleeves and unleash hell #and that strict division would be unsustainable over time & would slowly drive him absolutely insane #(also. a Good Man would not cheat on his wife. but sophie is right there; and nate is not a Good Man right now.) #(sophie wouldn't go for a true committed relationship with him....but sophie wouldn't be showing her heart so truly to this version of nate #this au edges dangerously close to the one where nate ford really is just a mob boss running the meanest crew this side of the atlantic (via @aethersea)

Consider this an apology for the previous sadpost:

AU where BEFORE it’s too late, Nate turns to crime specifically to fund Sam’s treatment. Pulls together a crew of people he knows are good because he’s chased them all before. Does a heist, gets the money, Sam gets better.

But now Nate’s discovered he likes crime and can use it to help people. So he keeps doing it, but he has to engage in wacky hijinks to keep his family (and Sterling) from finding out.

[dreamykira]

You Shouldn't Be Here I NAM-GYU x reader

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ Thrown into the deadly Squid Game, the reader is shocked to find their cold and stoic boyfriend, Nam-Gyu, among the players. After barely surviving Red Light, Green Light, they reunite—but instead of relief, Nam-Gyu is furious.

˗ˏˋWARNINGS ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ Angst to fluff, mentions of shooting, mentions of blood. Nam-Gyu is really kind of mean. Other than that there really shouldn't be anything else. ps! English is not my first language

˗ˏˋAUTHOR'S NOTE ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ i've been CRAVING some nam-gyu angst. i feel like most of the fics i've read abt him are always super explicit, kind of making him look like a manipulative maniac who is addicted to violent sex. so i wanted to write something that still kind of shows his mean and "dickheadish" side, but also brings out the love he has for the reader.

word count: 894

You don’t know how you’re still standing.

Your legs feel weak, your body is trembling, and the sound of gunfire still rings in your ears. The first game—Red Light, Green Light—had been nothing like you imagined. You thought it was a joke at first. You thought it was some elaborate prank.

But now, all you can think about is the bodies. The way people screamed. The way the floor was painted red in an instant.

And you survived. Somehow, you survived. 

You force yourself to keep moving as the remaining players shuffle back into the dormitory, but all you want to do is collapse. Your hands won’t stop shaking, and your throat is so dry it hurts.

That’s when you see him.

The moment you see Nam-Gyu standing across the dormitory, your stomach twists into a knot. He looks just as intimidating as ever—tall, broad-shouldered, and completely unapproachable, his dark eyes scanning the room with a permanent scowl. But when his gaze lands on you, that scowl hardens into something much worse.

Oh no.

You don’t even get a chance to look away before he starts moving, shoving past other contestants without a care. You shrink back, instinctively pressing yourself against the wall, heart hammering. Maybe if you keep your head down, he’ll just—

Nope.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he hisses, voice low but sharp.

You blink up at him, heart hammering. “W-What?”

He yanks you toward the farthest corner of the room, away from prying eyes. His grip is tight, and your body is too weak to resist. The second he stops, he lets go of your wrist—only to shove your shoulder, making you stumble back a step.

“I—” You swallow, trying to find the right words, but your mind blanks under his glare.

“You didn’t tell me you were joining,” he snaps. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You hesitate, then mumble, “I… I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Nam-Gyu’s expression twists with something close to fury. “That’s not the point, idiot.” He steps closer, his presence suffocating. “You think this is some kind of a joke? Do you even understand where the hell you are?”

Your throat feels tight. “I— I didn’t have a choice.”

His scoff is sharp and cold. “Bullshit.”

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away as fast as you can. You don’t want to cry in front of him—not when he’s already looking at you like you’re pathetic.

“I thought… I thought maybe I could win,” you whisper. “You always said I was useless when it came to paying off our debt, but if I win, I—”

“You?” He cuts you off with a bitter laugh. “You think you’re gonna make it through this?” His words hit harder than you expect. “You can’t even stand up for yourself in normal life. What makes you think you’re gonna survive this?”

You flinch, tears welling up faster now. “I—I don’t know.” Your voice wobbles, and you hate how small you sound.

Nam-Gyu exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face like he’s losing his patience. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. “Of all people, it had to be you.”

That does it. The tears spill over, and you quickly look down, ashamed. You knew he’d be mad. You knew he wouldn’t be happy to see you. But did he really have to say it like that?

Nam-Gyu lets out a sharp breath. “Oh, for fuck’s sake—”

“I—I won’t bother you,” you manage, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “If it’s such a problem, I’ll stay away. You don’t have to take care of me.”

The second the words leave your mouth, Nam-Gyu freezes. His whole body tenses like you just said something truly offensive.

“…What?” His voice is dangerously low now.

You sniffle, still not looking at him. “I get it. Worrying about me will stress you out. So I’ll stay out of your way. I promise.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. Then, in one swift movement, Nam-Gyu grabs your wrist again—gentler this time, but no less firm.

“Don’t be stupid.” His voice is quieter now, but there’s something sharp underneath it. “You think I’m just gonna let you wander around here alone? Get yourself killed?”

You hesitate. “But you—”

“I don’t care what I said,” he cuts you off, his grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not leaving my side.”

Your breath catches, but before you can process it, Nam-Gyu sighs heavily. Then, without another word, he pulls you into his chest.

You freeze.

He’s never been like this before— never let his walls down even a little. But now, with his arms around you, one hand pressing against the back of your head, you can feel it. The way his heart beats just a little too fast. The way his fingers twitch like he wants to hold on tighter.

“…Stop crying,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite in his voice anymore. “I’m not mad at you.”

That’s a lie, but somehow, you believe him anyway.

You sniffle again, gripping the front of his jacket. “You sounded mad.”

Nam-Gyu sighs again, pressing his forehead against the top of your head. “Yeah, well… you scared the shit out of me.”

It’s the closest thing to an “I care about you” that you’re ever going to get from him. And for now, it’s enough.

[losers-clvb]

sucker for you // dean winchester

pairing: dean winchester x pregnant!wife!reader

summary: dean helps his son fill out class valentines.

content: fluff, domesticity, pregnant reader, dean and reader have a son named max, dean criticizing the different spellings of names

word count: 918

note: happy valentine's day! i was putting together my sisters' valentines baskets and this came to mind. this is my first blurb, i hope you love it!

masterlist

“B-R-A-D-L-E-I-,”

“Wait, wait.” Dean shook his head, holding his hands up to stop his son’s spelling. He set his pen down, taking the list of Max’s classmates into his hand. He squinted at the paper. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” He mumbled.

“Language!” You chimed out from where you stood at the stove at the same time as Max had. It was a cute little thing that the young boy had picked up on, you scolding Dean for his swearing around your son. Well, it was cute up until he had begun to say it to you, which he did frequently when you thought he was in a different room.

“Do these parents think they’re God or somethin’?” Dean grumbled, ignoring you two. You sent a scrunched-nose smile to your son, sending him into giggles. “You can’t just make up names.”

“Dean,” you sighed, waddling over to the man with your hand on your stomach. You were seven months pregnant, but you still felt like you were going to burst at any second. You leaned down to look at the paper in his hand. “Bradleigh is a name.” You told him, raising your eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes playfully, pointing to the name.

“No. Bradley is a name, Bradleigh is not.” Dean argued, changing the infliction of his tone as he spoke to make his point known. This wasn’t the first time he had a problem with something in Max’s class. At the beginning of the school year he had a very heated email-argument with third grade teacher about the proper snacks to bring to school. Mrs. Bronahan didn’t seem to enjoy the cupcakes Dean would send when it was their turn for snack day.

“Well it is now.” You decided, placing a kiss on his cheek before penguining your way back to your soup.

“Ew.” Max groaned at the romantic gesture. This was a new thing he was doing, finding it gross when you showed any ounce of love toward your husband. You only narrowed your eyes at him, causing him to go into another bout of giggles.

“I’m just sayin’-,” Dean began again, but you cut him off.

“How about you finish those valentines that were supposed to be done last week instead of complaining about how the Millers chose to name their children?” You chided, throwing some seasoning into the pot in front of you. Dean frowned, still looking at the list.

“Yeah Dad.” Max chimed in. He was ever the Mama’s boy, always taking your side unless Dean had bribed him with ice cream for dinner. You smiled at your boy.

“Thank you my love.” You spoke while scrubbing at some of the dishes in the sink.

“Hey now, we tried to do them last week, but Mr. I-need-a-special-card-for-Valerie was distracted.” Dean defended himself, jabbing a thumb at Max. The boy flushed red and tried to hide his face. Valerie, a girl in his class, was his crush-of-the-month. You loved your little boy and his sweet intentions in trying to impress the girl.

“I was not!” Max exclaimed, grabbing a heart-shaped sucker from the pile in front of him. Dean swiped it out of his grasp.

“Were too. And those are for your classmates.” Dean chided while placing the candy back in the pile. Bullshit, Dean had been snacking on them himself just the night before. You remembered his red lips and sugary sweet kisses. You made your way back to the boys and handed Max the candy back before taking one for yourself.

“Thanks Mama.” Max squeaked out before shoving the sucker into his mouth. Your heart jumped at the name. Recently, he had been set on calling you “Mom” instead of his usual “Mama”, but there were still times he slipped up. You didn’t want him to grow up. You wanted him to be your baby forever and keep him right where you could make sure he was safe.

Dean gave you a stink eye, but there was no heat in it. He knew better than to argue with his pregnant wife. You popped your own sucker into your mouth, letting the artificial cherry melt onto your tongue while you rubbed Dean’s shoulders.

“Whatever. Let’s get back to it, man.” Dean relaxed into your touch, giving Max the class list again. They worked in tandem, Max spelling each of the names with minimal criticisms from Dean and his Sharpie.

Once they were finished -- it really hadn’t taken that much time, there were only twenty kids --, Dean twisted his head up to look at you. You smiled down to him and the twinkle in his eye told you he was about to say something cheesy.

“You know,” he began, his hand wrapping around yours, “I’m a sucker for you, honey.” He finished the saying that had been printed on each sucker wrapper and kissed your knuckles. You laughed softly at him.

“Gross!” Max exclaimed, looking away from the two of you. You ignored him and placed a kiss on your husband’s lips. Dean chuckled at his son, shaking his head.

“One day you’re gonna be kissin’ your wife, kid. Maybe even Valerie.” Dean teased, poking at the young boy’s side. Max covered his face with his hands, but you still caught the sheepish smile.

“I love you both.” You mumbled and leaned into Dean, his fingers lacing into yours. You were happy. This was your family, and even with all the small flaws, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 21

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 21

Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all sit on the patio of the beach house, drinking some lemonade as they wait for their other three mates to get home knowing they shouldn’t be too much longer. They plan on going to a nice restaurant for dinner as it’s their last night on the island. Chan having made the reservations when Felix and Jisung first brought up the trip. Then afterwards, Hyunjin requested to have a big sleepover in the living room.

“I’m telling you, he was cheating.” Felix hits his hand on the table of the patio furniture.

“You always say that, Lix.” Seungmin laughs as the omega talks about what happened when he was playing Genshin Impact that morning.

“He had to be.” He whines. “There’s no way he had…”

Hyunjin turns to him confused as to why he stopped talking when he notices Felix looks scared. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Channie?” The omega whimpers, having felt a wave of fear come through his bond with Y/n.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” Already on his phone before holding it to his ear and waits a few moments before groaning. “She’s not answering.”

“What’s going on?” Jeongin asks, looking at them concerned.

“A strong feeling of fear just came though Y/n’s bond with us.” Minho growls now holding his phone to his ear. “Jisungs not answering.”

“Damn it! Neither is Changbin.” Chan sighs before standing up. “Come on Min, they’re just down the street at the garden. We’ll track their phones for their exact location when we get there. I’ll take the truck, you take the car.” 

“We’re coming too.” Hyunjin stands up quickly starting to follow and the other three do too. 

“Guys, we don’t know what's going on right now.” Minho tries to reason with them once they’re all back in the house, putting on shoes and grabbing keys. 

“If Y/n is so scared you’re feeling it through your bonds with her, then somethings seriously wrong.” Jeongin argues.

“We’re coming.” Seungmin stands in front of the door so the alphas can’t leave without them.

“Please.” Felix whispers with puppy dog eyes. 

“God, you pups are so stubborn.” Chan groans when they all feel a rush of anger from Changbin’s bond and they realize it might be worse than anticipated. “Fine, you can come but you are going to listen to me.” He points at Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin as they start walking out of the house towards the vehicles. “You three are to stay out of the way. Depending on what's going on I’m gonna need you to calm Y/n down and possibly even Jisung. Don’t try and do anything until we get them to you.” 

Felix and Hyunjin get into the truck with Chan as Jeongin and Seungmin get in the car with Minho. They drive quickly to the nearby park and garden that isn’t even a five minute drive from the house. Seungmin already had the locations of their phones brought up on his once they all parked and got out. 

“They're by the pavilions.”

They jog that way and just as the gazebos are in view they see their mates when an older alpha slaps Y/n before trying to grab her again causing her to back away in fear then trip and fall. 

“Y/n.” The betas and Felix yell and gasp.

“Motherfucker.” Minho growls before running with Jeongin and Chan right behind him, sirens are now heard in the background. 

“Don’t touch her.” Chan yells when the older beta woman tries to touch Y/n who is still trying to get away, scrambling backwards in the grass. 

Changbin has the older male alpha by the collar of his shirt as he threatens him. Chan rushing to his aid as Minho goes to Y/n and Jeongin goes to Jisung. 

“Jisungie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just shaken up.” The beta nods, not looking at Jeongin but around them at Chan and Changbin yelling at the man, and Minho crouching in front of Y/n on the ground.

“Go to the others, we’ll bring Y/n over to you guys in a moment.” Jeongin guides him in the direction of the other three who are standing by watching, nervous. 

Jeongin looks around the area, noticing a lot of people have gathered, watching, one of them must have been who called the cops as he can hear the sirens has reached the parking lot and can see the flashing red and blue lights in the distance. He then goes over to Minho and Y/n, glaring at the woman who stands by even after Minho told her to go away. 

“Y/n, I need you to try and follow my breathing baby, look at me.” Minho tries talking to their omega but she’s freaking out too much, looking everywhere but at him as tears stream down her cheeks, her hands clenched so tightly in fists that her nails break the skins of her palms as the youngest alpha comes up to them. “She’s having an anxiety attack, there's too much going on around her for her to focus on me and calm down. She’s not even reacting to my pheromones.” 

“Jagiya, it’s Innie. I need you to look at us.” He tries also releasing calming pheromones hoping both of theirs would help her better but she’s acting as if they aren’t even there. “Her anxiety pills are at the house aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but even if we did have them I don’t think she’d be able to take them right now. Let’s get her to the betas and away from this.” Minho decides and moves to scoop her into his arms which causes her to flinch away and freak out, moving so much in his arm. “It’s okay kitten, it’s just me.”

He tucks her face into his neck which causes her to stop trying to get out of his arms but instead cling to him as he walks her to the rest of the pack. 

“Hey, you can’t just take my granddaughter.” The woman yells. 

“Shut up.” Jeongin yells at her before going over to Chan and Changbin who are still having a heated conversation with the older alpha but Changbin is no longer clutching his shirt.

“Oh, my sunshine.” Felix holds his arms out moving away from Jisung who he was holding before.

Minho gives Y/n to Felix who whimpers once she’s in her fellow omega’s embrace. Hyunjin now holding a tearful Jisung as the alpha moves to them once the omegas are settled on the grass with Seungmin watching over them.

“You okay baby?” He places his hand in the betas hair as he leans against Hyunjins chest. 

“I am now that she’s away from them.” Jisung wipes his tears as he looks at Y/n. “I seriously thought they were gonna take her from us.” 

“We would never let that happen.” Hyunjin mumbles before kissing the younger's head as he holds him closer to his chest. 

The cops come up to the three alphas still arguing, another cop going to the crowd of witnesses and the last one to the six of them. The last cop gives them a sad look seeing the two who are still shaken up. 

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need to ask the beta and omega who were a part of the situation some questions.” 

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Everything went by in a blur for Y/n. The cops questioned Jisung, Changbin, her grandfather and grandmother and some witnesses who were willing to testify. They then asked the rest of the pack separately about what happened that led them to come here and what happened after they all got to the park. They tried to question Y/n a few times but she was so out of it she didn’t hear them or even really notice them there. All she was aware of was her pack around her as she was constantly passed to someone when another had to answer questions. 

She’s now sitting in the back of an ambulance in Hyunjins lap with Felix and Seungmin on either side of them as a paramedic looks at her wrist, hands and cheek. It’s when the paramedic cleans the wounds on her hands from her breaking the skin with her nails that she finally comes back to reality at the pain letting out a hiss

“It’s okay.” Hyunjin says, something they’ve all been saying to her since they arrived. 

“She didn’t do too much damage when she was clenching her fists, just a few cuts.” The paramedic says as she cleans everything up. “Her wrist and cheek are already bruising though. Warning, the cops may want to take pictures of that for the record. But you guys are welcome to sit here until they say you guys are free to go.”

“Thank you.” Seungmin tells her.

The omega looks around at the scene outside of the ambulance, it’s late afternoon now when it was just after two when her date started with Changbin and Jisung. She sees cops still talking and taking notes with several people, her four alphas and Jisung being a part of that. She then looks next to her to see Felix who’s bouncing his leg. 

She reaches over to him and grabs his hand making him whip his head to look at her before he squeezes her hand. “Hey baby, you with us now?” 

She nods her head, the first time she’s answered anyone since her grandfather hit her, all of them letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll go tell the alphas she’s coherent again.” Seungmin stands up and jogs over to where they’re all still talking to some of the officers. 

“You’re safe, princess.” Hyunjin holds her closer to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Are you okay, do you need anything?” 

She nods before looking over at Felix again and motions her hand that he isn’t holding, to her mouth as if she was drinking something. 

“You need something to drink?” When she nods again he grabs a water bottle next to him the paramedic gave them and opens it before handing it to her. “Here, you cried a lot, need to rehydrate.” 

She takes the bottle with shaky hands and takes a few sips but then she starts to feel nauseous and hands it back to him. 

“Channie hyungs coming over with one of the officers.” Hyunjin tells her. “She’s gonna want to ask you some questions. Can you do that for us?” The beta frowns when she shrugs. “Can you say anything for us?” 

She shakes her head no just as Chan walks up, the officer just behind him, looking relieved to see her answering Hyunjin. 

“Hey, baby girl.” He places his hands on her thighs and rubs soothing circles with his thumbs. “This is officer Park, she has some questions for you, we’ll be right here the whole time.” 

“She’s not talking.” Felix tells them as the rest of the pack comes over. 

“That’s okay, she’s probably still in shock.” Office Park gets closer causing the omega to push herself back against Hyunjins chest more. “Based on what you guys have told us and what some witnesses say, we know that her grandfather grabbed and attacked her first and that Mr. Seo was just trying to protect his mate. But we do have to ask if you are wanting to press charges or file a restraining order against your grandparents?” 

They all look at her before she looks up at Chan unsure. 

“Will she have to see them again if she presses charges?” Felix grabs her still shaking hand already knowing what’s going on in her head. 

“Unfortunately yes she will have to see them in court.” Y/n quickly shakes her head no to pressing charges. “What about a restraining order?” 

She nods her head and so does everyone else. 

“Alright, Mr. Bang I’ll send you everything you’ll need for the restraining order so you can file it when you guys get back to Seoul tomorrow.” 

“Thank you so much officer.” 

“I will need to take some pictures of her bruised cheek and wrist for the report though.” 

Y/n tries to back herself against Hyunjins chest again, not wanting the cop any closer to her. 

“Here, let me take them.” Minho steps up and officer Park hands him the camera for evidence as Chan takes her hand gently to hold up for the pictures. 

Chan then moves her face gently so the pictures can be taken of her cheek before Minho hands the camera back to the cop. “Alright, you guys are good to go.” 

As soon as the cop walks away Y/n looks at Changbin and raises her arms up to him, tears brimming her eyes once again. 

“Come here, pretty girl.” Changbin picks her up from Hyunjin’s lap and holds her close to his chest, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Let’s go.” Chan declares. 

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[radioiaci]

While Alastor might have wanted to chase a few urges here in the quiet of the early afternoon, the sound of Vox's breathing in turn was a bit too comforting and lulling for him to do so. Instead, he settled again where he was, face buried up against Vox's throat as he lay flush against the man's chest, his kisses steadily petering off into stillness once again as he drifted back into unconsciousness himself. Not in a hurry, nor especially rushed to get back to wakefulness, so long as Vox remained sufficiently restful.

It wasn't until at least another hour or two had passed that Alastor lifted his head in a sleepy movement, glancing around and towards the closed curtains which seemed to keep all but the smallest slivers of light out from the room itself.

Hm. Efficient.

But even so - knowing that it was likely well into the afternoon by this point - he was not eager to get moving, instead bringing a hand up to lightly coast fingers through Vox's hair as a sort of self-soothing gesture as he lazily rested his own head back down, happy to remain there for at least a little longer. Until he realized that it would not be long before Vox would be up and likely complaining of hunger. (Or complaining of something.)

In which case, it was better that he figure out some kind of food for them before long.

But he was finding it incredibly hard to leave, his gaze shifting over to the other's face as he allowed his stare to linger for a time.

Absently, he found himself wondering how he was going to adapt back to normal when he returned to the hotel. Which he would need to. Eventually. Before Lilith caught wind of his excursion and punished him for it.

Alastor sighed, the thought forming a bit of a crestfallen expression on his face in spite of the permanent smile.

He didn't want to think of that right now.

Vox stretched his arms up slowly, groaning under his breath then slowly relaxed back into the bed. Feeling Alastor slowly settle onto his chest and snuggle into his neck. His chest did make a fabulous pillow- or two.

His heart did the same flip flop, feeling the others breath so intimately with his. Feeling his heartbeat on his chest.

It was the heartbeat that sort of accidentally coaxed him right back to a light dozing again. Snoring just lightly with how his head was positioned after he fell back asleep.

Vox would probably easily stay asleep for another few hours if the other allowed it. Exhausted and still somewhere in his withdrawal throes.

It was noon now, and his stomach growled gently but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

[smlbch]

HOMEWORK .ᐣ ⊹₊⟡⋆ 박종성

you do his homework in exchange for money, but one day, you forget his homework that you left in the library. oh, he was mad.

pairing • rich frat boy.ᐟjay ✗ nerdy broke fem.ᐟreader

warnings • SMUT, fingering, pussy slapping, ruined orgasm, semi-public (in an empty library), name-calling (slut, bitch)

wc • 658

author’s note ⋆˚✿˖° OKAY. i made a poll and sunghoon was the most voted, yes, BUTTTTT i’m so hooked on jay at this point.. i hope you like this! this is my first fic ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

not proofread!

you’re fucked. you just don’t know it.

two weeks. two weeks you’ve been doing jay’s work ever since he saw you in the library, crying on your jacket’s sleeve, ranting to him about your debt.

he told you to do his assignments while he’s out going to frat parties and bars in exchange for money. you couldn’t say no.

eventually, you got to pay off your debt and continued to finish jay’s missing works. his professors were even surprised by the sudden progress whenever he turned in the homework “he did”.

today, you were tired.

you plopped yourself down on the bed of your apartment. it was friday, thinking you’d finally rest from struggling to balance yours and jay’s works together. but what you didn’t know, after you left from your last period, you forgot the papers that jay put on the desk in the library that was due on monday. you’re fucked. you just don’t know it.

—

the weekend went by fast. you spent some time with yourself and bought some books with the money jay gave you.

you came 2 hours early, going to the same desk behind some of the aisles of books where you usually do your work in. then, you see the papers you left there.

“oh, fuck.” you thought. as you also saw jay walking up to you.

“hey, you done with that? it’s due today.”

you stuttered. “you see- jay, i- i’m sorry. i forgot to bring this with me last friday-“

“fucking save it, bitch. bend over.”

“w- what?”

“i said, bend. over.”

you never knew what jay meant when he said before, “if you won’t finish on time, you’ll face consequences.” but now, the fucking realization hits you.

you thought when you bent down, he’d immediately fuck you. but then, SPANK!

you let out a cry from the sudden pain on your ass cheeks, and letting out another one after he spanked your cheeks again, harder.

jay was spanking you through your skirt, but the pain and pleasure was there.

“you listen well to every teacher here, and remember every single fucking word they say, why not me? hm? slut.”

you whine at his words and he continued spanking you, not pulling your skirt up. but you knew your ass was red.

you thought the spanking would last until he was done with you. but then, he pulled up your skirt, letting out a low groan at the sight.

you couldn’t really understand what he was groaning for. he would’ve seen how panties looked on a girl by the many girls he fucked before, right?

but then, you remember the panties you were wearing.

a cute koala bear design. fucking koala bear design. with a wet patch on where it was covering your cunt. and one of the koala bears drowning in your wetness.

“fuck. better than those lacy panties they wear.” he said in a low voice as he rubbed your covered cunt, making you whine.

his hand reaches out to your mouth, inserting two of his fingers in, as if to shut you up.

he pulls his fingers out after collecting a good amount of saliva, and uses his other hand to pull aside your panties to finger your cunt with his saliva-coated fingers. pulling the most pornographic noises out of you.

“there, there. nice and wet.”

jay flips you so you’re laying your back on the table. his fingers speeding up on your cunt, giving slaps right on your clit. the squelching noises could be heard by anyone, but no one was in the library except you two. oh, fuck. you were gonna squirt in the library.

just as the coil in your stomach was about to snap, he stopped.

he snatches your ruined panties from your waist, putting it in his pocket. he puts your skirt back in place, and speaks,

“this is a warning, hm? get your fucking notebook and take note of it.”

!! don’t know if i’ll make a part 2 or not.. but if y’all want, i can! eeee◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

dividers by @ioveartfilm and @lil-liaa <333

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[yuu-kantokusei]

Valentine's Day❤️

First year version

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek

TW: cute, fluff, wholesome

♥️Ace Trappola

Ace isn't one for grand romantic gestures, but he also wants to make the day special in his own way. He teases you all morning, pretending to have forgotten about Valentine's Day, only to surprise you with an impromptu date at the Heartslabyul garden.

He smirks, holding out a box behind his back. "Oh? You actually thought I’d forget? How could I, when you’ve been blushing at every couple we passed today?"

Inside the box is a mix of chocolates—some gourmet, some oddly shaped—and a single playing card, the Ace of Hearts, with "Trappola’s Special Valentine" written on it.

"You better treasure that! That card’s got sentimental value, y’know." he says, grinning but looking away slightly, as if embarrassed.

Afterward, he takes you to play some games at the fair stalls set up by different dorms, winning a stuffed animal for you (after losing a few rounds first, much to his frustration). The day ends with Ace casually throwing an arm around your shoulder, laughing at how "lucky" you are to have him.

♠️Deuce Spade

Deuce spends weeks planning for Valentine’s Day, even getting advice from Trey and Riddle. On the big day, he shows up at your door, nervously shifting from foot to foot, holding a carefully wrapped box of homemade chocolates.

“I—I made these myself! Trey-senpai supervised, so they should be good. I hope…”

Inside the box, the chocolates are heart-shaped but slightly uneven, showing how hard he worked on them. There’s also a little handwritten note, written with intense concentration, saying:

"Thank you for being my precious friend. You make my days brighter. Please accept this small gift."

Afterward, he takes you for a motorcycle ride through a scenic route outside the academy, making sure you hold on tightly. At the highest point, they stop and watch the sunset together, his face turning red as he quietly mutters, "I’m really glad we met."

🐺Jack Howl

Jack isn’t one for sappy holidays, but he recognizes that Valentine’s Day is important, so he makes an effort. He finds a small but meaningful gift—a handcrafted leather bracelet with a wolf charm attached, something practical yet symbolic.

When he gives it to you, he scratches his ear, looking away. “This is… uh, something to remind you that I’ve got your back. Always.”

Instead of a traditional date, Jack takes you on a morning jog with him, where they share a quiet but peaceful time together. Later, he surprises you with a picnic under a large tree, bringing some homemade sandwiches and fruit.

As you eat happily, he watches you with a soft expression, muttering under his breath, “You should smile like that more often.”

If you tease him about it, his tail wags despite his flustered protests.

🍎Epel Felmier

Epel, despite his usual complaints about being treated as ‘cute,’ fully embraces the romance of Valentine’s Day. He invites you to a surprise horseback ride around Pomefiore’s flower fields, where he guides you gently through the scenic landscape.

At the end of the ride, he pulls out a small wooden box with a beautifully carved apple pendant inside. "I made this myself," he says proudly. "It’s apple wood from my family’s orchard. So even when you’re not with me, you’ll have a piece of my home with you."

They spend the evening watching the stars, sharing stories from their childhood. At one point, Epel, thinking you have dozed off, whispers softly, “I wish we could spend every Valentine’s like this…”

Little does he know, you heard him and smiled.

⚡️Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek insists that Valentine's Day is an insignificant human tradition, but deep down, he takes it very seriously when it involves you. He prepares a dramatic, formal speech about your “importance” in his life but keeps getting flustered halfway through.

“Ahem! I— I wish to bestow upon you a token of my— No, that’s not right! CURSES!"

Eventually, he simply hands you a carefully wrapped book—a rare edition of a famous knight’s tale. “This story… It’s about loyalty and strength. You remind me of the hero.”

Despite his usual loudness, he spends the day unusually gentle, guiding you through a serene walk near Diasomnia’s quiet gardens. By the end of the day, he clears his throat, trying to look serious.

“You—You are truly exceptional, And… I shall protect you for all eternity!” His face turns red as he abruptly storms off, embarrassed.