#this is all very much off the top of my head

[silens-oro]

Senior Citizen Behavior

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!Reader Domestic fluff/Established Relationship

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Synopsis: For the first time in a very long time, it isn't Robby who's coming home late after his shift. Word Count: 1,421 Content Warning: Age gap; No age specified, but I typically write readers with Robby or Abbot as 30+ in my mind. Tooth-rotting fluff. A/N: lmao this was supposed to be a drabble and ended up being a one-shot because I can't help myself when presented with an old man on a silver platter, so there's that.

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It was just before 10pm when you quietly let yourself into the apartment you shared with Robby -a whole two and a half hours later than you were supposed to leave the office, but the end of the quarter was quickly approaching and extra hours were required to be put in by your entire team. 

Gotta think of the shareholders, you thought bitterly to yourself as you shook the snow off of your head and toed your boots off at the door. Your bag and coat found their homes on the wall hooks in the entryway next to Robby’s jacket and bag, and you tiptoed down the hall to the soft glow coming from the living room.  

Robby was an absolute sight when you caught a glimpse of him on the sofa. Mindful to step around the known creaky floorboards, you rounded the sofa to see what the damage was. He texted you earlier in the day that the first couple of hours of his shift were an absolute doozy, and when he called you on his way home he yapped about a fist fight that broke out between two patients who were there because of a fight that landed them in the ED to begin with. 

"Round Two in the Emergency Department," he had said, still beside himself when the department turned into the set of Jerry Springer. 

“Sounds like an episode title of It’s Always Sunny,” you joked into your desk phone as you typed into the blurring Smartsheet on your monitor that you had been working away on for the last three hours straight. You let him know that it was going to be a late night for you and to not wait up. He needed his beauty sleep.

It was a nightmare Robby was all too happy to leave in the hands of Dr. Jack Abbot and his (loving) freakshow of a night shift -they were more than equipped to handle it and Robby couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

All Robby wanted to do by the time he stepped out of those automatic doors and into the fresh air was get home, take a hot shower, eat a good meal, and wrap himself around you like a boa constrictor -and maybe put a movie on so he could fall asleep before the opening credits finished. It wasn’t too much to ask for, and yet Robby found he had the apartment all to himself because you (in an absolute rarity) ended up as the one who had to work late this time around, so he made due with what he had. 

He took his shower and made a quick meal for the both of you before getting comfortable on the sofa with a book he started on his last day off. He got maybe three pages in, blinked once, and the next thing Robby knew, he was out. If you were there, he would’ve told you that he was just resting his eyes for a moment and he was definitely not asleep. No, he wasn’t snoring. All allegations were denied in this situation (that happened many times before), but you'd always give him a knowing smile with a sarcastic ‘sure' thrown his way. 

Senior citizen behavior, you had joked once and he nearly smothered you with the weight of his body as he draped himself on top of you until you apologized through a fit of laughter.  

Robby was sitting mostly upright on the sofa, leaning on a few throw pillows that propped his elbow up on the arm rest. He was in his comfy cardigan (the one he only wore at home after he had taken a shower) with his round readers hanging precariously on the tip of his nose and his latest book smashed flat against his chest. His feet, wearing coziest winter socks because the man was never barefoot in the house, were crossed ankle over ankle on the coffee table making his impossibly long legs appear to be even longer than they already were. 

Robby’s head was tilted back just enough to make his mouth open the tiniest bit, allowing soft snores (that he would deny til he was blue in the face) to escape while he rested -blissfully unaware of his audience, and you couldn’t stop the breathy laugh that escaped you even if you tried. 

“Oh, you are never beating the senior citizen allegations now, Robby.” You teased in a whisper as you carefully removed the readers that were dangerously close to falling off the tip of his nose. You folded the arms carefully and set them on the side table next to the base of the lone lamp that illuminated the room, before gently prying the book from his (more than likely cramped) hand. The book itself was flat on his chest, pages splayed open on the last page he read -or attempted to, anyway. Not seeing a bookmark anywhere, you dog-eared the page and set it next to his glasses with care. 

Robby grumbled incoherently when your palm came to rest on his bearded cheek. The dark circles that were starting to reappear under his eyes made your lips tilt down for a fraction of a second, knowing he was exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Between what happened with Pittfest just four months ago, and Frank’s situation that Robby blamed himself for (not for Frank using, but for Robby not seeing it until a first day intern pointed it out to him), and the goddamn Patient Satisfaction Scores he was constantly drilled about like the ED was a Primanti Bros. franchise -on top of whatever other bullshit Gloria threw at him, he needed to take some time to himself so he could disconnect -if only for a few days. The problem was that Robby wasn’t the type to disconnect. He felt an obligation because if not him, then who?

It hurt your heart to think of the weight Robby carried day in and day out, like he was Atlas carrying the sky on his shoulders, not because he needed to be punished, but because he needed to be useful and this was the only way he knew how to be. Robby was a great man with an enormous heart who constantly gave himself away at the expense of never getting those pieces back. And while you tried to replace what you could, for every piece you returned, two more were taken away in its place. The toll it took on him was getting more and more noticeable by the day, but still he trudged on. It’s who Robby was, and would always be. 

Waking him up when you knew he needed the rest was the last thing you wanted to do, but you knew if you left him on that couch he was liable to wake up with something out of alignment and that was the absolute last thing he needed. 

You leaned down and kissed his forehead tenderly, then down to his nose, and finally landed on his ever so slightly parted lips (that he was 100% not snoring through). Robby’s eyes started to flutter and a sleepy grin tilted his lips up when he cracked them open and saw you standing over him. 

“Hi, sleepyhead.” You whispered, “I told you that you didn’t have to wait up for me. Your back is going to be screamin' at you.”

“Clearly I didn’t wait up,” He joked, groaning at how stiff he felt from sleeping in the position he was in. He yawned as he stretched his arms up, pulling his t-shirt up to reveal just the slightest sliver of his happy trail low on his stomach, and gently grabbed your hand to pull you down to the sofa so you could snuggle into his side.

Robby drowsily kissed the side of your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle, letting one of your hands slip underneath his soft cotton t-shirt to rub at his ribs affectionately. It didn’t take you very long into your relationship with Robby to figure out that skin to skin contact, specifically in a non-sexual setting, was something he craved. It was comforting and intimate in a way that grounded him and so it became a ritual whenever the two of you had brief moments together that you were more than happy to oblige in. It was never explicitly stated between you, he never asked for it, but you just knew and he loved you for it. “There’s a plate in the microwave for you. Figured you’d be starving when you got home.” His words were muffled because he still hadn't moved. You gently tilted your head up to look at him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. The crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes were pronounced and you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he was -especially when he was smiling. “Because I do. You’re the best.” You smiled up at him, giving him a loving peck. Robby let the kids linger, cupping your jaw to keep you close to him. 

“I try.” He breathed against you, dodging the attention by pressing his forehead to yours. He found comfort in the lingering smell of your shampoo and the warmth that radiated off of you. 

“You do more than try, Robby, and I will always appreciate that.” Again, you kissed him tenderly, your hand coming up to gently scratch at his beard. He gave you the stink eye when you laughed at the tiny groan he let out when you did it.

"I know you do, even if you are a pain in my ass. I love you all the more for it."

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Snapping, unintentionally - Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Y/n’s cranky, and Aggie's frustrated

Word count: 2.1k

a/n: request <3

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Some would think a couple who played for rival teams would fight about football–about training, about the FIFA calendar, or about league scheduling.

But not Aggie and Y/n.

Up until this point in their relationship, they had never fought about anything football-related. Not even once.

Their first fight was actually because of something far more common–to both players and non-players.

Y/n woke up ridiculously early with cramps that made her whole body ache. Her lower stomach throbbed, her back was sore, her head was pounding–and worst of all, it was supposed to be her and Aggie’s day off.

A rare, precious day they could’ve slept in, maybe stayed in bed until noon, done nothing.

But no. Her uterus had other plans.

Y/n was unable to fall back asleep–she tried, so she forced herself. She even made breakfast for them, mostly to distract herself from the pain. By the time she placed the plates on the table, Aggie stumbled out of the bedroom, still half-asleep, eyes barely open.

She sat across from Y/n, grabbed a piece of toast, and mumbled, “Mornin’, love.”

Y/n blinked at her. “Do you have to chew like that?”

Aggie paused, confused. “I’m… eating toast?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, stood up without a word, grabbed her plate, and went to eat alone in the kitchen.

Aggie stayed at the table, chewing slowly, already bracing for what kind of day this was going to be.

..

Aggie had a lot of great qualities. She was confident, charming, charismatic, hard-working, incredibly caring, and humble, of course.

But unfortunately, one thing she did not have was the patience to deal with unexplained moods.

That’s why she and Y/n worked so well. They were chill. They talked things out. There was no miscommunication, no over-the-top drama, no emotional spirals. 

They were low-maintenance, just… easy.

Except once a month.

For some reason unknown to Aggie, Y/n turned into the complete opposite of herself when she was on her period.

Dramatic. Irritable. Snappy at everything.

She also had a particular problem: she refused to say she was on her period. Ever.

Which drove Aggie insane.

Aggie didn’t want a whole announcement, just a little heads up.

Because what was the point of being in a relationship if not to just say things like, “Hey, my uterus is trying to kill me, please tread carefully today”?

After the toast incident, Aggie gathered that Y/n might want some space. 

So she laced up her trainers, left her sulking girlfriend behind, and went for a run –even picked up groceries on the way back, including Y/n’s favourite chocolate and snacks, because despite the confusion, she did care and loved the girl very much.

When she got home, Y/n was curled up on the sofa, the heating pad sitting across her stomach, and a pout and frown fighting on her face.

Aggie felt immediately guilty for being annoyed earlier. She looked soft now, almost delicate.

She walked over and gently kissed her cheek–Y/n acted like she didn’t even feel it, though. 

“Do you want some medicine?” Aggie asked.

Y/n shook her head without looking at her.

“Alright,” Aggie said, digging into the grocery bag and pulling out the snacks she bought, handing them over. “Got you some stuff.”

Y/n looked at the bag. “What is this?”

“Just some snacks I thought you’d want,” Aggie said, her tone cautious.

Aggie went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit from her run, and when she came back, the bag was on the floor, tossed dramatically far from the couch.

“You’re not gonna eat anything?” Aggie asked, confused, picking up the bag and putting it on the coffee table.

“No, Agnes. Do you see my face? I have pimples everywhere!” she snapped, gesturing vaguely at her forehead. “Why would you give me chocolate?”

Aggie blinked, opening and closing her mouth. She wasn’t sure what she should say. 

“Okay…just don’t eat it then, love,” She said, her voice unsure. 

Y/n sat up slightly, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. 

“You didn’t even invite me to run with you.”

Aggie stared at her. 

“You’re joking, right? You’ve been snapping at me for everything. You got mad this morning because I brushed my teeth and got the sink wet. It’s a sink! It’s supposed to get wet!”

Y/n turned away with a huff.

Aggie flopped down at the other end of the couch. “I’m trying here, babe.”

"You’re doing it wrong,” Y/n said, her voice low but dripping with irritation, as she stormed off toward the other room.

Aggie stared at Y/n's figure.  Her chest tightened with a mixture of frustration and confusion. She knew Y/n could get snappy in time like this, but honestly, it was so exhausting.

She ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a long sigh. 

She’d tried to be thoughtful, had bought the snacks and given her space–what else could she do? What was wrong with just saying what she wanted or needed?

..

Y/n lay curled up on her side, facing the wall. Her room was dim–just the soft light coming through the curtains–and quiet, except for the occasional creak of the bed frame when she shifted. 

One of her hands was resting on her lower stomach, where the dull ache of cramps lingered. Not sharp anymore, just persistent.

More than anything, she was just… off. Tired. Not tired like sleepy, but tired of herself. 

She’d been short all day, saying things with more bite than she meant to, snapping without reason, huffing over small things. And she knew it. She knew she was being annoying. She just couldn’t seem to stop.

The door creaked open behind her.

Y/n didn’t turn. She already knew who it was by the way the door opened halfway, and then hesitated.

“You’ve been grumpy all day,” Aggie said, as if it were a statement. Not accusing. Just matter-of-factly.

Y/n exhaled through her nose, slow and silent. “Yeah. I know.”

There was a pause.

Aggie stepped into the room, but didn’t come all the way to the bed. “Then why are you acting like I’m the one who did something wrong?”

Y/n blinked at the wall. “I’m not. I’m just… not in the mood,” she said, her voice mumbly.

Aggie let out a soft scoff. “You’ve been in this mood since you woke up.”

Y/n didn’t answer.

Aggie leaned against the dresser. Her arms were crossed, but it wasn’t in a confrontational way. “I know you don’t feel good, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything either.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad,” Y/n said quietly. “I’m just… tired. And uncomfortable. And everything’s annoying. Including me.”

Aggie sighed. “Then say that. Don’t just huff at me every time that I…breathe.”

Y/n’s lips pressed together, her throat tightening a little. “I didn’t mean to. I just… I don’t have it in me to be nice right now.”

Aggie didn’t say anything right away. The silence stretched, not heavy, but enough to make Y/n shift uncomfortably under the blanket.

Finally, Aggie spoke again, a little softer. “I’m not asking you to be nice. I’m just asking you not to treat me like I’m the problem.”

Y/n didn’t move. She wanted to say she wasn’t, that Aggie wasn’t the problem. But she was too tired, and the words felt like they’d come out wrong again. She stayed quiet.

Aggie stood there for a few seconds longer. Then she pushed off the dresser.

“Alright,” she said, a little flat again. “I’m going to the gym.”

Y/n wanted to stop her. To say something like ‘please stay’ or even just ‘I’m sorry.’ But the lump in her throat was thick and stubborn, and the frustration in her chest still hadn’t settled. 

She didn’t want a fight, but she also didn’t want to pretend everything was fine when she was one wrong word away from crying over absolutely nothing.

The door clicked shut behind Aggie.

And even though she’d wanted to be left alone a minute ago, now that she was, the room suddenly felt colder.

..

Aggie walked into the Chelsea training centre, the familiar scent of sweat filling the air. She had been looking forward to this session, well, at least ever since she and Y/n had their disagreement.

She needed to clear her mind, work out the frustration she'd been carrying since the toast incident.

As she laced up her sneakers, guilt began growing on her, little by little.

The tension, the silence. It all made her feel like she was the one in the wrong. Aggie jogged out onto the field, the last sun rays of the day casting long shadows across the grass as she thought about how she should have been more patient.

She continued her warm-ups, pushing herself through the drills, but the thoughts kept flooding in. She wanted some time to focus on herself, but it wasn’t working...all she could think about was Y/N."

About how Y/n was always a sweetheart to her when she was sick, or how Y/n never complained when Aggie was cranky after losing a game–Y/N always stuck around, even when Aggie didn’t do the same for her

She kept running, harder now, her legs burning with the intensity. Each step forced her to reckon with the fact that she hadn’t been the best girlfriend she could be. 

She knew Y/n was in pain, that it wasn’t easy for her to talk about because she also didn’t understand why she was acting that way, and yet Aggie made it worse by being…impatient, insensitive.

..

Aggie came back to their apartment, sweat still dripping down her neck.

As she stepped inside, she noticed that Y/n was nowhere to be seen, so she probably hadn't left the bed since their last “fight”, if you could even call that a fight..

Aggie walked further into the apartment, throwing her gym bag on the floor and taking her shoes off. She got to the door of their bedroom and opened the door slowly.

Yn was lying on her side on the bed, her face scrunched up in the way it always did when she was upset.

Carefully, Aggie made her way over. 

She knelt next to the bed, right by Y/n’s side and leaned in and kissed Y/n’s forehead softly. “Hi, lovie,” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’m sorry I was so rude earlier.”

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, her lashes wet, as if she was crying before she fell asleep. She blinked up at Aggie, her face still in that familiar pout, but the look in her eyes was full of regret. 

“I’m the one who’s sorry ”, Y/n said, her voice thick with emotion. “I was a bitch.”

“No, baby, you weren’t,” Aggie said softly, her thumb brushing over Y/n’s cheek. “It’s okay, you’re just not feeling like yourself right now. We all have those days.”

Y/n’s lips quivered slightly, and she sniffled. “You don’t hate me, do you?”

Was Y/n being dramatic? Yes. But it was okay because she was almost bleeding to death,

Aggie laughed affectionately, kissing  Y/n’s forehead again. “Hate you? Never. You’re my girl.”

Aggie gently pulled Y/n into her lap, feeling the weight of the argument lift slowly as Y/n rested her head against her chest. The tension in the room started to dissipate, replaced by the comforting warmth of their embrace.

“You know,” Aggie said softly, running her fingers through Y/n’s hair, “we should’ve made an agreement. A ‘period protocol’ or something.”

Y/n tilted her head back, raising an eyebrow. “A period protocol? What does that even mean?”

Aggie smirked, “Like, whenever you feel your period is coming, you tell me, and I’ll be extra patient. You won’t have to snap at me, and I won’t get all frustrated.”

Y/n sighed, but nodded. “Yeah, that actually makes sense. I just have a hard time admitting when I’m being…irrational.”

Aggie smiled warmly. “It’s not irrational, love. You just need a little more care when things get rough. All I ask is that you tell me what you need, and I’ll try my best.”

There was a long pause before Y/n mumbled, “I’m sorry for screaming at you earlier, when you were making lunch.”

Aggie blinked at her, clearly confused. "You didn’t scream at me when I was making lunch, though?"

Y/n looked up at her, wide-eyed. "Oh… uh… maybe it was all in my head then?"

Aggie shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she kissed Y/n’s cheeks. “Grumpy.”

..

A/n: helloo, hope you guys enjoyed it!! <3

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[russo-woso]

He’s got your timing || Kyra Cooney-Cross x pregnant!reader

Request | Masterlist

Warning labour and delivery

Summary Your son decides to come when Kyra’s away on an Arsenal camp

Arsenal had travelled to southern France for a pre season camp, allowing the girls to have a nice break away whilst training at the same time.

Not only was it important for training, it was also a very important time for the girls to bond with each other and sometimes the new players that had joined over the summer.

Which is why you made Kyra go - despite the fact you were eight months pregnant.

Alessia was out injured and so didn’t go with the team to France, and had promised Kyra she’d look after you whilst she was away.

Once the promise was made, Kyra reluctantly agreed and went to France.

The thought of you going into labour rested in the back of your mind, just like it did in Kyra’s, but you were only 36 weeks pregnant and the chance of you giving birth was low.

Alessia had temporarily moved in for the week whilst they were gone just to be there in case you needed her.

And whilst it was annoying, having your best friend on top of you all the time - asking if you were okay, if you needed any food, if you were having contractions - when your water did actually break and contractions started, you couldn’t have been more thankful.

“Less! Alessia! Oh my god, Alessia Russo!” You shouted from the kitchen, shouting as loud as you possibly could, but despite how loud you were actually shouting, there was no response.

You walked through to the living room, Alessia sat on the sofa with her headphones on and a book in her hands.

“Hello?” You asked, standing in the doorframe, but once again, no answer.

You pulled her hair to get her attention.

She turned around, putting her book down and taking her headphones off.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes everything’s fine, Alessia. It’s not like I’ve been shouting for you for the last two minutes.” You replied sarcastically

“Why were you shouting for me?”

“Oh no particular reason.” You shrugged, clearly lying.

“Oh okay then.” She said, going to put her headphones back on.

“Are you kidding me? You think I’d just start shouting for no reason? My water broke Alessia. That’s why I was shouting.” You scoffed, grabbing your bump as a contraction hit.

You winced in pain, the contraction catching you completely off guard.

“You’re kidding.” Alessia said, shaking her head with a frown.

“Does it look like I’m kidding. This baby wants out of me.” You told her, still wincing in pain.

“Oh my god.” Alessia breathed out, her face whitening as all the color fell from it. “I’ve got to calm Kyra. She needs to get a flight. Do we need to take you to the hospital?”

“I haven’t timed my contractions first. Look, I’ll call Ky if you can load your car with the bags. They’re in the hallway.” You said and Alessia nodded, jumping up from the sofa.

The team had only been in France for three days and you felt like you were cutting Kyra’s little holiday short, but she needed to be here.

“Ky?” You asked over the phone

“Hiya, baby. How’s bubba?”

“Bubba wants to get out. Ky, my water just broke. I need you back home.” You revealed to her

“Are you being serious?”

“100%.” You replied

“Okay. I’ll be there soon, baby. I promise. I’ll get a flight as soon as I can.” Kyra told you and you hummed.

“I’ll see you soon, Ky.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll be there with you so soon.”

“Pleas get her quick. I can’t do this without you, Kyra.”

“I know, love. I’ll be there, don’t worry.”

“Less, where’s Ky?” You asked through gritted teeth as you sat on the exercise ball.

“I don’t know, she’ll be here soon though, I promise.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can take. I can feel bubba moving down.” You admitted, your whole body exhausted.

“I know. She’ll be here soon.” Alessia rubbed your back, tying your hair in a quick bun at the same time.

You closed your eyes as pain hit your body.

“You’re doing so well.”

“I need her here, lessi. I can’t do this without her.”

Alessia broke at your words, she hated seeing her best friend in this much pain.

“I know you do.”

The nurse walked in at the point, coming to check how dilated you were.

Once she’d checked, she announced that you were eight centimetres dilated.

Just ad the nurse opened the door to walk out you heard the accent.

“Where’s my girlfriend? Y/N?”

“Ky?” You asked, looking at Alessia who had quickly gotten up to look in the corridor.

“Kyra! Over here!” Alessia shouted, Kyra quickly running over to her.

“Have I missed it? Are they here yet?”

“Ky! Oh my god, you’re here. I thought you’d miss it.”

“Miss this? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Kyra laughed, relief rushing over her. “I made the taxi driver break the speed limit so many times. I said that if he gets any speeding tickets to put my name down that I was driving. I was so scared.”

“You’re here now, that’s the main thing.”

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

When the time came, Alessia left the room to go and sit in the waiting room.

Kyra stood by your side, holding your hands and pushing your sweat soaked hair out of your face.

You seemed to push for ages, but in reality it was no more than fifteen minutes.

Kyra was by your side the whole time, whispering words of praise in your ear.

Time slowed as you heard the first cry.

“Congratulations mummies, you’ve got a baby boy.” The doctor told you, immediately placing your son in your chest.

Tears ran down your face as you focused your eyes on the baby on your chest.

“You did so well, baby.” Kyra whispered, tears on her cheek as she pressed a kiss to your head.

Her hand came up to rest on your son’s back, her thumb rubbing it gently as his cries died down.

“Mum, would you like to cut his cord?”

Kyra nodded immediately, wiping her tears as she took the scissors from the nurse.

You took in your son’s features for the first time, holding him close as you felt his skin on yours.

The nurses took him away, just checking him over before swaddling him and handing him back to you.

He was perfect, despite being a few weeks early.

By then, you’d pushed the placenta out and was deemed okay by the doctors.

“Hi, bubba. Where’s your mama? There’s your mama.” You whispered, Kyra sitting on the side of the bed.

“Hey, bubba.” Kyra cooed, taking him in her arms as she took the first proper look at your son. “He’s perfect.”

“He looks just like you. He even inherited your bad time keeping skills.” You joked, rubbing Kyra’s back as she cried - her emotions high as she held him.

“I can’t believe he’s here.” She whispered and you hummed in agreement.

“He came at the worst possible timing. I’m sorry you had to leave early.”

“Don’t say sorry.”

“You should’ve seen Alessia when I told her. She went so pale.” You said, letting out a small laugh at the memory that seemed like it was ages ago.

“Shall I go get Alessia?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like to see him.”

Kyra handed your baby boy back to you as she walked out the door.

You cradled your son close to you, watching Alessia’s face light up as she set eyes on him.

“He’s here.” You smiled at her

“He’s gorgeous, you two.” Alessia said, her voice thick with emotion as she hugged Kyra and you. “He was worth all that panic, huh?”

“He really was.”

“I think auntie lessi will be giving him lessons on how to keep track of time because he gave us all quite a shock.” Alessia said, stroking his cheek as he stirred gently.

“If he’s anything like, Ky, then it’ll take a while.” You joked, Kyra’s jaw dropping, clearly taking offence to the comment.

“My time keeping is not bad!”

“You keep telling yourself that, baby.”

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Something Else (Perfumer Part 2)

Jack Abbot x Bratty f!Reader

6.8k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CWs: NSFW, MDNI 18+, established relationship, dom!jack vibes, oral f receiving, mention of alcohol, biting, hickeys, manhandling, edging, stubble burn reference, spanking, unprotected PIV sex (birth control not discussed, but implied with the established relationship), age gap (reader 30ish, Jack mid/late 40s) but not mentioned, teasing, reader is a brat, like a really really big brat, no use of y/n or related, zero proofreading of any kind.

Summary: Continuation of Perfumer. Jack finally gets off shift and home to you. Bratty reader gets tamed.

AN: This feels like such an abrupt change of pace from No Man's Land which is where I have been living. It was just in my head and I needed to get it out. It's pretty much straight PWP which has historically been rare for me. I am quite nervous about posting this one because my smut writing feels so so so rusty and potentially not very great. So, I hope it's okay!

This is the look I picture him giving reader at the beginning!

Jack hears the quiet and slightly shuddery breath you take in at his words and can’t help but smirk. 

He likes this little game you guys play, likes when you’re a brat and he has to tame you and earn your submission. Likes when you start it subtly out in public.

Collins walks up to the opposite side of the desk around the same time you and Jack arrive. You share a brief moment of eye contact and then you scratch at your ear. You stop with Jack at the desk and stand close to him, close enough for your sides to touch. 

“Hey,” Collins calls your name to get your attention. You’ve become very close friends very fast. “I’m working with your man tonight, but I’m off tomorrow with some of the other girls and we were thinking of trying that new brunch place two blocks up once I’m off.” Jack’s head pops up and looks between you and Collins before settling back on you. “We figure somewhere between nine and eleven a.m. But McKay said she was happy to provide pregame mimosas at her place while you wait for me. She said she was fine with seven, good to stay on schedule.” 

 “That sounds so fun!” You nod at her, start walking over towards her, acutely aware of the way Jack tracks you as you do. “I’ve really been wanting to try that place! Probably makes the most sense for me to go over to McKay’s at seven if she’s going to be awake, just in case you actually get off on time for once.” 

Collins goes to speak again but Jack speaks first. “Don’t you already have plans?” 

You look back over at him confused. “No? Not unless I’m forgetting something.”

Subconsciously Jack moves his head towards you. “I think you are,” he nods. “Remember, we made plans.”

“Did we? When?” You go to say more but you’re interrupted by Collins laughter. “Heather!”

“I’m so sorry, the look on his face, I couldn’t help it!” She keeps laughing and it makes you laugh. 

“What?” Jack asks, clearly unamused. 

“We’re just screwing with you Jackie!” You giggle as you walk over to him. “We had a prearranged plan and signal to do this when I finally felt the time was right.” 

Jack blinks at you. “Did you now?” 

“Don’t pout.” You stick your lip out dramatically. “I have not forgotten our plans,” you assure him. You drop your voice for only the two of you to hear and run your hands over his chest, smoothing out his scrub top. “And I can assure you that I would never forget the kind of plans we have, nor would I ever take a rain check on them for some other offer.” 

“You’re a brat,” he replies lowly, an edge to his voice that makes another chill run up your spine. 

“You like it,” you whisper back to him before leaning up on your toes to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Heather!” You call out to her as she walks away and she just waves, still laughing to herself. “Have a great shift Dr. Abbot. Try not to have too much fun without me. Love you.” 

“Yeah, I love you too.” His eyes still track you as you walk backwards a little and wave at him before turning to walk out. “Hey,” he calls to you. You look back with your eyebrows raised in expectation. “Promises.”

You bite your lip and nod before turning again to leave.

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You let yourself get some sleep while Jack works but make sure to set an alarm for 6:45 a.m. so that you can be up when he’s off. Or at least when he’s supposed to be off. Unsurprisingly, there’s no text from him at 7:00, but at 7:05 you get one. 

J – Probably going to be a few hours late.

You – No worries, me and my ankles will be here waiting patiently for your arrival home.

The next text comes at 10:07 a.m.

J – You up?

You – Of course. Just freshened up the ankles for you, loverboy.

You can practically see his eyes rolling from here, but you know he likes it. 

J – You will not like what will happen if you are not on the bed naked and waiting when I get home. 

You – That another promise, Jackie?

At that one you can just picture the way he clenched his jaw as he got in his car. You’re not surprised when you don’t get an answer. 

You do as he asks though. Kind of. 

You shut the bedroom door and strip, and then you put on what you think are one of the sexiest pairs of panties you own. 

You walk over to your shared bed and lay down, propping yourself up with a pillow just enough that you can make eye contact with anyone who walks through the door. 

You let your hand drift lower and lower until your fingers brush over your clit on top of the fabric. He hadn’t given you permission, hadn’t told you to even start getting yourself ready for him. You keep touching yourself, let your fingers rub circles over your clit, use the fabric rubbing against you as a new sensation, all the while thinking of what he’s going to do to you when he gets home. 

Your panties are noticeably wet by the time you hear the front door open, fingers sticky with your arousal despite having stayed on top of the fabric the whole time. 

Jack can feel himself starting to fill out again as he reads how you freshened up your ankles for him. You’ve pushed him today. But he needs it. He thrives on it, almost always, on taming you. On pushing you to the edge of your limits. On earning your submission.  

The drive is mercifully traffic free. He steps into your place, locks the door behind him and just drops his backpack on the floor. Doesn’t put it aside in its usual spot. Doesn’t hang his coat up on one of the hooks. Doesn’t call out for you. 

His coat lands wherever it finally falls off him as he stalks through the house towards your room. His shirt meets the same fate, landing not far from the bedroom door. He’s already fully hard by the time his hand hits the doorknob and pushes open your bedroom door. 

In retrospect he’s not sure why it wasn’t, but the sight of you on the bed, looking right at him, almost totally naked and rubbing your clit over your panties was not what he expected to see when he opened the door. He didn’t expect to hear your soft panting and the softest and most breathy moan of his name. Jack. He tries not to let you see how it gets to him, how you get to him but he knows you’ll see the clench of his jaw and flare of his nostrils. You’re a sight. The most beautiful and erotic one he’s ever seen. 

You bite your lip at him, fight to keep the smirk off your face, but don’t stop. After locking eyes with him for a moment you let your eyes move from his and trail all over his chest and abdomen and arms. And the now very prominent bulge in his scrub pants. He’s too handsome. He burns you sometimes you swear, just by standing there shirtless and silent with that stoic face of his and that jaw and those eyes that ever so slightly tell you just how affected he is. 

Wordlessly Jack steps further into the room and shuts the door before looking back at you. Silence like this always means something with him. Means he’s sexually frustrated and annoyed with you. Means he’s ready to tame. The way he cocks his head just slightly, though, is a silent challenge.  

“It’s funny, sweetheart. I don’t remember my text saying anything about you being allowed to touch yourself and distinctly remember it telling you to be naked on the bed.” His voice is too calm, too composed. He has too much control over himself, it drives you insane sometimes.

“Well,” you sigh softly, roll your hips a bit as you keep circling your clit, “the text didn’t say not to touch myself.” You take a second to let out a few more moans, another of his name, lick your lips. “And technically I’m not really touching myself. The fabric is touching me, there’s been no skin on skin, Jackie,” you smirk at him. 

Jack clenches his jaw and lets out a short hummed laugh. He doesn’t say anything though. He just takes his scrub pants off, tosses them in the corner and looks back at you in just his boxer briefs.  

He stalks closer to the bed, closer to you. “You think you’re real fuckin’ cute, don’t you?”

“Are you saying I’m not?” You pout just a little too cloyingly and he knows you’re still trying to fuck with him. 

“That’s not an answer.” A little jaw clench there. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, finally take your fingers away from yourself and up to your mouth, sucking them clean before releasing them. “Well it’s the only one you’re going to get.” 

“That so?” 

He can be so quick when he wants to be and before his question has fully hit you and you can start thinking of some bratty reply he’s leant over the center of the foot of the bed enough to grab your ankles and pull you down the bed. It’s so unexpected you yelp, but not in pain. He’s a doctor, he knows just where to grab to not pull too much on your hip or ankle. “Well that wasn’t a very bratty noise now, was it sweetheart?”

He pulls you by the hips now so that your ass is at the edge of the bed, rips your panties down and off you. Before you can wrap your legs around his waist he catches them, holds them up parallel to his body in front of him, but spread just enough for him to stand in between them. It gives him the perfect view of your pussy, glistening and on display for him. You see his eyes slip down to take you in before he drags them back to yours. He holds your eye contact as he moves his face towards one of your ankles and breaks your gaze just as the side of his face starts to brush your inner calf. 

Jack turns his face completely and you can see him hold his breath while he gives you just a little check in, a quick kiss to the inside of your ankle. And then he takes a deep breath through his nose. 

His head snaps back to look at you, pupils blown as wide as they can be, jaw clenched and rolling with the subtlest twitch under his eye for a second that only you would notice. His hands grip your legs tighter, tight enough to hurt just a little. Anyone else might think he was looking at you with controlled but raging anger. 

But you know that it’s a look of primal, possessive need, that Jack’s on fire for you, all searing skin and simmering blood and deep panting breaths. You know that his cock hurts as it strains against the fabric of his boxer briefs because he needs you so viscerally.

There’s another glance down at your pussy again as you hum saccharinely. His eyes snap back to yours. The slowest smirk pulls across your face as you hold his gaze, your eyes smoldering at him. For him. 

“Just thought you might like a little reminder of what’s yours, that’s all.”

Jack’s chest heaves just a little harder at your words and his eyes narrow slightly before pulling from yours and traveling down your body to take in you, all on display for him as he decides just what it is he wants to do with you.  

His cologne. 

His cologne is what you sprayed on your ankles. His cologne with just enough of a hint of your perfume coming through behind it so that it smells like you do after sex when he’s owned you, touched you so much and held you so close and fucked you so hard and so deep that the dewy sweat of your skin has evaporated much but not quite all of your perfume away and his cologne has stuck to you, marking you as his.

He’s still silent. Not brooding like he does sometimes. He’s just thinking. Just using the silence to toy with you and make you wait. Something about that makes you shiver. 

And Jack thinks he has you at that shiver. Keeps silent. Keeps looking at your body, especially your cunt. Keeps waiting for you to be the one to break and speak first. And you will be. 

But Jack thinks he has you and you saw it in a quick sweep of his eyes over your face at your shiver and you simply can’t have that. Not yet. 

“What’s wrong, Jackie?” You break the silence and give the smallest pout before your smirk comes back. “Pussy got your tongue?”

He raises his eyebrows at you, a slow smirk matching your own pulling up. He laughs a little. It’s a little more dangerous than if he hadn’t reacted because of how controlled it is, how it shows how much control he still has left. “Cute,” he nods at you as he caresses your ankles, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You’re cute when you’re a brat.” 

“I try-” You’re cut off by him suddenly bending your legs at the knee and pushing them towards you as he moves closer to the bed, drops to his knees on the carpet. He rests your feet on his shoulder, leaving your ankles right there for the fragrance to perfume the air. 

He takes in another long breath through his nose and you swear you can hear him growl before soft kisses are being placed up your inner thigh. Instead of moving inward though Jack kisses outward, along the inner line where your hip and thigh meet. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t spray anything here for me to find,” he murmurs against your skin as he kisses back towards where you’re desperate for him. 

“I considered it.” The words come out a little breathless as he gets closer and closer to your center. “But decided against it because then I would’ve had to listen to you bitch about not being able to smell me.”

Jack bites your inner thigh only a few inches away from your cunt and sucks, hard. Hard enough to leave imprints of his teeth, to suck a developing bruise into your skin. As he does so his stubble rubs lightly across your lips, breath hitching and hips twitching as you fight yourself to keep them down and not give him the satisfaction. 

He releases your thigh. “I don’t bitch,” he says nonchalantly. Too nonchalantly. As though he hasn’t noticed his face is an inch and a half away from your pussy. 

“Yes you-” You’re cut off with a gasp as Jack’s tongue licks up you cunt to clit. Your head falls back onto the pillow without a thought as the sensation of his tongue overwhelms you. 

“Sorry sweetheart,” he pulls away from you for just a second, “were you saying something?”

He renders you unable to answer by giving you another lick before using the tip of his tongue to trace lazy figure-eights around your clit. His tongue drops down again and he leans into you, sucks at as much of you as he can before going up to focus on your clit, taking it between his lips and sucking, but leaving just enough space to not get a complete seal so it doesn’t feel quite as good as it could. 

You whine softly about it because Jack’s eaten you out and sucked at your clit enough times for you to know how it normally feels, that he’s fucking insanely talented at it and that he never slips like this. So you know he’s doing it deliberately. 

He gives a little grunt against you to say fine, if you’re so unhappy with it he’ll go elsewhere, and the vibrations of it as he sucks and pulls away from your clit make your hips jolt. Jack’s hands immediately come up and hold your hips down, hands strong and warm and so big as he presses his fingertips down into your skin. 

Jack trails his tongue down, teasingly traces circles around your entrance as he basks in the little mewls you make for him. His cock throbs hard against the fabric of his boxer briefs and he gives the slightest groan about it. 

As quickly as his tongue dropped down to tease you it pushes inside of you and you moan, louder than you want to for him right now. Jack’s stubble rubs against your inner thighs as he tongue fucks you a few times and then pulls out, fingers squeezing your hips harder when you whine about it. 

His lips move back up to your clit and suck again, but this time the seal of them is tight around you, his tongue flicking little circles against you in his mouth. It steals your breath for a second as your back arches while your hips remain pinned to the bed by his hands. “Oh, Jack!” The moan is quiet, clearly slipping out of your lips unconsciously. Your hands fist the sheets hard before unclenching and starting to move down to his salt and pepper curls.

Jack isn’t looking at you, he has his eyes closed as he focuses on you and the little noises you’re making for him but that you’re trying to hide and how you taste and how you smell and how hot your pussy is on his skin, chin coated in you. But he doesn’t need to be looking to know your next move. 

He suddenly pulls his face from you. “Don’t even fucking try it or we’ll end this right here, right now and I’ll go fuck my fist in the shower.”

You freeze for a second and then pull your hands back up and twist at the sheets again, give him a huff. 

Jack takes the few seconds he’s pulled away from you to move his hands from your hips and push his boxer briefs down, freeing himself. He gives a little groan of relief when his hand wraps around him and tugs a few times. You’re already a little too fucked out to really notice.

He lets his hand stay there as he brings his face back to your cunt, starts licking and sucking again. He fucks his fist as he devours you whole, needs the relief even as a piece of him mourns the fact that it’s his hand and not your hand or your mouth or your cunt. 

Jack builds a pattern with his tongue, repeats it over and over as you writhe for him against the sheets, as you give him sweet little moan after moan until you’re finally moaning his name loudly. Pleasure courses through you and heat roils in your lower belly as your muscles contract tighter and tighter and Jack works you closer and closer. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pant out “just like that Jack, just like that, fuck!”

And then he changes his pattern. You let out a vaguely frustrated sigh, but can’t stay true to it because the new pattern is just as good. You can feel him smirk against you at your sigh, move his face just a little so that his stubble scratches into you a little harder, starts to etch into your skin. 

Jack touches himself faster and faster as he licks and sucks at you, paying attention to how close he is and how close you are. The grunts and groans he pulls from himself send shivers through you and drive you that much closer to the edge. Your mind is so pleasure hazy you don’t even think to question why he’s making them. 

Once he gets himself right to the edge he slows down, is more absentminded with himself as he doubles down on you, pushes you right up to that same ledge with his tongue and mouth. He can feel your toes curl against him as you get a second away from the point of no return. 

You already know what’s going to happen but it doesn’t help, doesn’t make it easier to weather when he rips himself away from you. “No!” You cry it out for him despite yourself, despite wanting to appear unaffected. 

Jack laughs darkly. “You know only good girls get to cum, babygirl.”

You huff slightly, lay there panting with your eyes closed as you try and ride out your almost orgasm, hear Jack stand up. He lets one of your legs fall gently and holds the other up against his chest by your calf. So you wait for him. For whatever is next.  

You don’t expect the way he runs the palm of his hand through you though, the way he curls his fingers to drag up you in a way to collect as much of the arousal he’s pulled from you on his hand as possible. “Fuck, Jack!”

Your eyes fly open at you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. The sight of him wrapping his slicked up palm and fingers around himself and starting to fuck his fist is unexpected but anything but unwelcome. 

“This could be, you know.” His voice is low, followed by a few low pants as he touches himself. “This should be you.” He lets his hand that’s holding your calf adjust your leg so that he can turn his head and breathe in through his nose at your upper ankle, let the smell of him owning you course through him. His head turns back and his eyes find yours. He stares at you with that same intensity from earlier but this time it’s glazed with an even heavier lust. “I should be in your hand, or your mouth, or your cunt,” he growls at you. “But am I?”

Though an obvious answer, it’s not a rhetorical question. He expects an answer. Expects you to acknowledge and think about how he’s not in your hand or your mouth or your cunt. You stare at him, can hear your heart beating in your ears, pussy growing wetter and mouth salivating at the thought. You just can’t help yourself though. 

“Well if you have to ask Jackie…” You give him a little shrug. 

“God, fuck!” Jack groans, voice strained as he aims his cock at you and comes all over your pussy and lower abdomen. He works himself through it, chest heaving, glistening with sweat and flushed as he slows his hand and releases himself. “You’re fucking pushing it,” he almost laughs, but it’s more an observation he happens to find entertaining. 

He stares at his cum that sticks so prettily to your skin and pussy, claiming you just for him as he lets himself come down from his orgasm. “You look so beautiful like his,” he murmurs lowly, voice huskier than normal. “Covered in me.”

Before you can say anything he looks away from you and grabs the panties you were wearing, uses them to clean you off and sits you up. It surprises you a little, that he’s so eager to wipe it away. But then he’s sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. 

He shows you again just how quick he can be, and you’re yelping again at the suddenness of finding yourself bent over his knees with his palm caressing one of your ass cheeks. There’s no build up. There doesn’t need to be. You know why you’re in this position. 

“Count.” It’s an order.

“Or what? You’ll spank me?”

He does, obviously. It’s a little harder than he had been planning the first one to be just because of the extra attitude, the smacking sound a little sharper. Another one to the other cheek follows swiftly. He can feel you squirm on him and hear the softest moan that just makes it through your lips into the air despite your otherwise lack of reaction. 

There’s a pause as he waits. Waits for you to say one. Two. 

“I distinctly remember telling you to count.” His voice is still so composed even with as low in pitch as it drops.

“I am!” You huff at him. He squeezes at one of your cheeks where his hand just came down. “I am!” You repeat, doing your best to sound indignant which is difficult given the position you find yourself in. “In my head.” You feel his entire body tense. “What? You just said count. Not count out loud.”

Jack takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He’s quite certain he hears you giggle about it. There’s some part of him that’s a little proud of you for this little display. He shifts his legs a little, spreads them just a bit and runs his hand over your cheek and under you to pinch your clit. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make you jolt and let out another pretty little moan for him. You can feel him start to get hard again against your thigh. 

“Outloud.”

Another little giggle. 

“Sir, yes sir.” 

He’s good at spanking, you have to give him that. He gives you ten in total, five to each cheek. He doesn’t alternate every time, brings his hand down in quick succession sometimes and makes you wait torturously for it to come back down at others, varies the pressure and how hard he brings his hand down against you, where he brings it down. 

By the time he’s done tears sting at your eyes as your ass throbs, burning and sore and stinging in its own right. 

“Good girl.” It’s low, breathed out more than actually spoken as he leans you back up, but you’re still able to hear it. The part of your brain that wants to be a brat feels betrayed by the part that glows at his praise and approval and sends warm happiness flowing through you. 

“Center of the bed. On your stomach.” For once this morning you actually do as he asks, crawl your way to the center of the bed and lay on your stomach as he takes his prosthetic off and crawls up in between your legs. 

You rest your head on its side, look back at him as much as you can. His eyes run over your ass as his hands grab your hips and haul you up to your knees. You go to push yourself up on your hands or elbows but all too quickly his hand wraps around the back of your neck and pushes you back down wordlessly. 

With his other hand he gets himself lined up with you and pushes inside you slowly, cognizant that while he’s already edged you and gotten you nearly dripping for him, only his tongue has been inside you, no fingers to help prep you. You whimper but Jack knows you well enough to know that its not from physical pain but rather from how slowly he’s sliding into you. 

As he bottoms out Jack closes his eyes and takes deep breaths, a little shaky because fuck do you feel good and fuck has he been waiting to be buried inside you since you showed up at the Pitt. 

He pulls out of you slowly, lets you feel every ridge and vein of him before he snaps his hips hard to get himself back inside of you. 

“Ohh,” you moan out, “Jack, fuck.” He does it again, pulls out torturously slow and snaps back in. 

“You want more baby?” He says as saccharine and teasing as you’d spoken to him when he got home. He pulls out a little faster this time, moves his hand from your neck and uses both hands to help pull you back onto him so he can fuck you even harder. 

You immediately go to get up on your elbows again. “Stay down,” Jack warns, curling over you a little and using his hand to guide you back down. It changes the angle, makes him slide deeper inside of you which draws a moan from you and an erratic buck of his hips as he chases the feeling. 

“But I can’t see you like this,” you pout, breathing heavily. 

“Brats don’t get to see,” Jack grunts out, leans back up and returns both hands to your hips so that he can return to fucking you harder. 

You take in a couple of panted breaths, tilt your head at an awkward angle for a second to see a little more of him. You know he sees you do it. Somehow you manage to smile at him. 

“You’re cute when you’re all worked up.” You mirror his words from earlier back to him and manage the smallest smirk before turning your head back to a neutral position. 

Jack lets out a quick scoff. “You’re really fucking something else today.” Jack slides his hands up a little and pushes down, forcing your ass to come up higher for him, again letting him get deeper and hit harder with the added bonus of keeping your head on the mattress. He watches your hands curl in the sheets as he rails you.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. 

He snarks a laugh at how you don’t have to be given that instruction twice, hand sliding between your legs and rubbing erratically at your clit as your brain starts to get pleasure drunk off his cock.  

Neither of you speak for a bit, not real words. It’s just the sounds of your panting and the moans and groans you pull from each other and the slap of skin on skin. You’re the first to break.

“Oh god! Jack!” You mewl as the pleasure starts to overtake you. He can hear and feel how close you are.

“Stop touching yourself.” Another order. You falter on this one, like you knew he would. So he stops, removes your hand himself.

Another orgasm ebbs away from you. 

You whine but do your damndest to remain unaffected, to try not to show how desperate you’re getting. But your whine has just enough of a desperate edge to it to let Jack know he almost has you. 

“What was it you said again?” He starts rubbing your clit. “Oh yes, I remember. The anticipation and wait makes it better.” He gives another dark laugh as he starts fucking you again, just as hard and just as intense. 

“Oh fuck Jack!” You gasp out. He hadn’t given you much come down time and so you feel your orgasm cresting again quickly. 

“Close, baby?” He asks like he doesn’t already know by the feel of your cunt around him. 

You can only nod as the pleasure grows stronger and stronger, your breaths coming harder and harder as you moan nonsense to Jack. 

“Jack!” You draw his name out in a moaned whine. “Need to come. Need to.” Your speech is a little slurred now. 

“Brats don’t get to come.” It’s nearly mocking the way he says it. Cocky. Like he knows he has you now. Because he does. He knows how close you are. His pace doesn’t relent. He speaks through the panting breaths he takes. “And what are you sweetheart?” 

“A brat.” You look back up at him with watery eyes and a real pout this time, on the verge of tears of pleasure. “Please-

“You still think you’re real fuckin’ cute?” he pants, cutting you off. 

“No, I’m sorry, please Jack, Sir, I,” a few tears slide down your face. “I want to be good for you.” You’re so ready for it, so convinced he’s going to let you have it now. 

But Jack stops and pulls out of you and you let out a little sob as more tears fall.  

“Shh, shh, shh,” he shushes you softly as he flips you over so you’re on your back. “I’ve got you.”

He pushes back inside you, grabs your calves and throws one over his shoulder, takes his time with the other as he lets himself take in a deep breath through his nose at your inner ankle and lets out what sounds like a growl from the deep within his chest before settling it on him like the other. His fingers on one hand toy with your clit as he leans over you and grinds himself into you. With how worked up and sensitive you are and the sound he just made for you it’s all you need and he finally lets you have it. 

Your orgasm shatters you. You swear you lose hearing for a minute, lose the ability to breathe and that your vision goes white 

“There she is,” Jack drawls, “there’s my good girl.” He moves his hand and stills his hips, let his hands grope at your breasts, fingers gently teasing at your nipples. 

You pant hard as you try to reorient yourself, finally get your eyes back open and look up at Jack. 

“Jack,” your breathing starts to return to normal. “Please,” you breathe. 

He moves your legs off his shoulders and helps you wrap them around his waist, lowers himself down so that your chests touch. “Please gets you what you want, doesn’t it sweetheart?” He leans his head into your neck and starts kissing you there, soft teasing things. 

“Yes.” It’s just as breathless as your please and something about it drives Jack wild. You let one arm slip under his shoulder and bend up to cling to his back as much as you can, the other staying above his shoulder so that your hand can find his hair, let your fingers run through it.

Jack starts fucking you again, hard. He puts his whole body into it, arching his back and using his knees for leverage to help his thighs and hips drive into you over and over. He keeps kissing your neck, sucks at it, nibbles at the spots he knows are most sensitive. 

“Oh Jack!” You arch up into him. “Jack, Jack, Jack.” He feels too good, fucks you too good. It’s unreal. 

You hear him grunt low from deep in his chest and it makes you shiver, let out a whine. “I love the way you say my name when you’re like this. Fucked out and cock drunk.” 

Jack’s voice reveals he’s just as drunk on your pussy as you are his cock.

It rips through you out of seemingly nowhere at his words, your second orgasm, just as good as your first but deeper, more intense in the way it feels like your muscles contract so hard all your bones will snap before they release with a rush of pleasure that makes you arch into Jack again. 

His name slips off your tongue in a moaned prayer again. “Jack, Jack, Jack.”

“You sound so pretty when you come for me.” He kisses at your jaw, down your neck, sucks at your collarbone while he fucks you through it.

Jack moves his hand, slows his hips to give you a little bit of time to recover. You whimper through your tears of pleasure. He’s not chasing his own release. 

Because he’s not done with you yet.

He picks the pace of his hips back up and you moan for him, claw at his back and scalp. He knows it’s not going to take much to get you there a third time with how sensitive you are, right on the border of pleasurable and painful overstimulation.

“You’ve got one more in you for me, sweetheart, I know you do.”

You shake your head at him. “I can’t.” You sniffle and he leans in to kiss away your tears. You say that you can’t but you trust Jack to know your body more in this moment than you do, trust that he won’t push you too far, only right to your limit before bringing you back. “It’s too much Jack!” You keen as his fingers return to rub tight circles over your clit again.

“No babygirl,” Jack finally kisses you, licks into your mouth possessively and moans just as loud for you as you do for him, breaks the kiss but hovers his lips over yours so they brush against each other when he speaks, “it’s just enough.” 

Your orgasm crashes over you just as he finishes his sentence, white hot and searing. Your hands tug hard at his salt and pepper curls as you go soundless from how hard your coming, almost holding your breath as the pleasure completely takes over. Your ability to speak suddenly comes back and you let out the most erotic moan of Jack’s name that he’s ever heard.

Your cunt clenching around him, the sharp burst of pleasured pain from how hard you tug on his hair and that moan of his name are all Jack needs. He follows you, coming with a groan of your name that’s so choked and even more gravelly than his usual voice that you think for a second it might make you come again. He keeps moving his hips somehow, fucking himself through it to try and keep the feeling from ending.

“Fucking christ,” Jack groans as his hips still, propping himself up on his elbows and panting as he looks down at you. “You okay?” You’re smiling at him, eyes completely glazed over, but you nod. He knows that right now you are. It makes him smile back at you. He takes another couple of seconds to even his breathing out before kissing your cheeks and nose and forehead and chin and then your lips to bring you back down. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He punctuates each word with a kiss.  

You blink at him, eyes a bit clearer. So he asks again. “Hi beautiful,” he smiles down at you amusedly, “you okay?”

You come back to yourself a little more and that’s when the trembling starts as you reconnect your mind and body enough for the dump of hormones and adrenaline to hit you, your body struggling to figure out what to do with all the pleasure. “Ohhh,” you sigh out, voice a a bit shaky, “I am so much more than okay, Jack. I’m trying to figure out what layer of the fucking stratosphere you just sent me to and how I get back down,” you laugh softly. 

Jack returns the soft laugh. “Good. Water now?” You shake your head, not ready for it yet. He gives you another kiss that you return and then lowers himself on top of you. He knows his body weight and the skin on skin helps with the trembling and reorientation. You wrap your arms around him, let one hand play in his curls while the other rubs up and down his back absentmindedly. Jack feels when you stop trembling and relax.

“You did amazing sweetheart, I’m proud of you. That was a lot.” He leans back up for another kiss and you beam at him, glowing in the warmth of his body and praise. 

“Thank you,” you murmur against his lips. A beat passes. “I really got you twice there with the ankles, once at work and once with the cologne.” 

Jack snorts a laugh and buries his face in your chest. “You really are something else, you know that?” He peers up at you and the only thing you see is a man hopelessly in love with you and not afraid to show you. 

“I do.” You nod with a smirk, almost smug about it. “But I’m your something else.” You grin at him. 

Jack laughs. In a few moments he’ll ask you if you’re okay again, pull a pair of pajama pants on, put on his prosthetic and walk around shirtless to get you water without asking and probably a snack. He’ll ask if you want a bath or shower and when you say no this time he’ll rub some of the salve you have on your ass to help soothe where he spanked you. And then after his twelve plus a few hours shift followed by fucking you out of your mind he’ll ask if you’re okay if he grabs some sleep, as if you’d ever say no and won’t be half asleep yourself from the fucking he just gave you when he asks. But for now he just agrees with you. “You’re correct sweetheart,” he nods, “you’re my something else.”

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[fangirlmermaid]

Giving me everything

This is part 2 of a Simple Hack

Pairing: Husband!Luke Hughes x Wife!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Pregnancy, Luke being a softie, lightly proofread, Mo and Luke's beef, Grammar and Punctuation mistakes.

Note: For the part that mentions Luke's silly voice, I'm talking about the one he does when he was mic'd up in the EA 25 Cover video.

Whoever came up with the idea that Luke calls his partner Angel, you are a genius because it fits him so well!!!!

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Luke came home completely exhausted, Practice was brutal. All he wanted was to go home to you, his wife.

He dropped his duffle bag next to the door and placed his shoes on the shoe rack. “I’m home!” Luke announced, hanging up his jacket, no answer. Luke knit his eyebrows together. “Angel?” Luke called out, tossing his keys on the table, still no answer.

Luke wondered if you went out with Mo. He looked through his text from you, and no text indicating that you were going out. 

Luke walked into the living room, about to collapse onto the couch, when he heard a muffled voice in the kitchen. Luke smiled, found you.

Luke entered the kitchen, where he found you leaning over the kitchen island, talking on the phone as you wrote something down in a notebook. Luke kissed the top of your head as he walked past you to the fridge to grab water for the two of you.

Luke opened your water and placed it next to the notebook, You mumbled a small thank you.

“Mo…Mo, I said no…I don’t care, Shay Mitchell did it at hers…we’re keeping it simple.” You huffed, writing a note in your notebook for Luke, who was towering behind you

I’m going to kill her. 

Luke chuckled, sliding his hand under your shirt to rub your six-month bump. Ever since your bump first popped out, Luke hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Luke would have you walking around in a crop top if it were up to him. 

Luke gave the most toothiest grin when he felt his child softly kicking the palm of his hand. He will take every chance he gets to bond with his kid or Starfish, as you refer to them. You came up with the nickname when one night you watched SpongeBob and the baby kept moving whenever Patrick Star was talking, making you believe that your baby thought it was Luke talking in his dumb, silly voice.

Luke noticed you pressing a yawn into the back of your hand. Luke frowned.  Did you nap today? Luke discreetly looked at your eyes, where he found bags.

Without thinking it through, Luke took the phone from you. “Mo, I'm hanging up. My wife, who I love very much, needs to nap. You can call her when she wakes up,” Luke told before hanging up. He knew you and Mo were planning the baby shower, but your needs come first.

You stare at him in shock. Luke felt his face grow hot, but he didn’t regret it. He needed to protect and care for you and his kid…his family. Luke kissed your forehead softly before lacing your fingers together and guiding his wife into their bedroom.

“I can’t believe you did that,” You mumbled as Luke helped you into bed. He placed a mountain of pillows against the headboard for his wife. “You're tired, angel. You’re growing our kid,” Luke stated, pulling the blanket under your bump. “You know she wanted two Power Rangers fighting, and whichever one wins is the gender of Starfish,” You explained as Luke pulled up your shirt before placing a kiss on your bump. It was killing Luke to know the gender of his baby, especially since Mo knew the gender before him. “Oh my god,” Luke laughed as he threw off his shirt and sweatpants.     

Luke helped you lay on your side before pulling your back into his chest. Luke protectively wrapped his arm around your bump. Luke placed a kiss on the back of your shoulder “Go to sleep, Angel” Luke mumbled into your shoulder. 

“I love you, bub”

“I love you, angel”

Luke thumb rubbed circles on the top of your bump

“I love you, too, Starfish.”

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You felt something being lightly pressed against your bump repeatedly, You cracked your eyes open and what you made your heart swell.

Luke was facing your bump and placing delicate kisses on it. You tried your best not to squirm. 

“Hi, Starfish” Luke whisper caressing your bump.

“Just three more months. Your mom and I can’t wait to meet you. But PLEASE don’t come when I’m away, I want to be there”

You mentally raised an eyebrow, you knew Luke will panic when the time comes. 

“Uncle Quinn and Uncle Jack are already fighting over for the spot for favorite uncle. They’re spoiling you already, buying you onesies with their numbers on them”

They sent you photos in your group chat. Quinn bought some Star Wars onesies, too. 

“I still have to convince mom into letting me teach you hockey once you’re old enough”

Seeing all the injuries Luke had over the years made you nervous for your kid.

“You know what she wanted you to do instead…Table Tennis”

You felt Starfish kick softly 

“I know. Just spit in our faces why don’t she”  

You bit back a laugh.

Luke placed another soft kiss on your bump “But I love her. Mom is just looking out for you. Starfish you’ll love her too, she’s the most amazing person in the world. When I first met her I knew I we were meant to be”

You could feel your cheek heat up. You opened your eyes “Hi” you whispered running your fingers through his curly hair.

Luke’s face turned red “You were listening?”Luke whined shoving his face into the sheets. You grinned “I couldn’t help it! You were being so cute!” You fluffled up your mountain of pillows so you can sit up. Luke threw the blanket over his head and your bump “It was a private conversation” Luke’s voice muffled by the thick covers.

Luke pressed his noise against the side of your bump “Can you believe this Starfish?!” Luke gasped, you groaned in pain by Starfish kicking you hard “I know!” Luke yelled, You felt another hard kick “Stop turning Starfish against me” You giggled lifting blanket up.

Luke leaned up capturing you into a kiss “I’m sorry angel. I love you!” Luke smile giving you his puppy eyes. You looked away. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too," you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Luke grabbed your chin and made you look at him “Seriously thank you” Luke smiled dropping his goofy behavior for a serious tone. You knit your eyebrows together “For what?” you wondered, Luke leaned his forehead against yours “For letting me call you my wife. For being my reason to get up. For being my rock. For giving me a family. Thank you for…giving me everything” Luke announced placing a soft kiss on the cheek.

You felt your eyes gloss “I love you so much, bub” You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him close. Luke wrapped his arms around your torso “I love so much, Angel” Luke smiled.

You felt your eyes gloss “I love you so much, bub” You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him close. Luke wrapped his arms around your torso “I love you so much, Angel” Luke smiled.

Luke pulled away, he tucked himself into your side and handed your the remote. When you were trying to pick what to watch he placed his head on your chest, his hand rubbing your bump. You settled on your favorite rom-com and Luke didn’t complain once, (and why would he! You’re carrying his child. His new motto is whatever you want and whatever you don’t want goes).

Buzz Buzz

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Mo

Text me when you wake up. Also tell Luke that he’s a bitch!

Luke rolled his eyes at the text, “I still can’t believe you did that” You giggled. Luke looked up at you “You were tired, Angel. It’s my job to protect and take care of my family. I would do it all over again” Luke explained placing your phone on his nightstand. Luke laid his head back onto your chest, you placed a delicate kiss on his head.

You both cuddled up once again and continued to watch the movie.  

[dirtylilspawn]

ᴍᴀɴʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇᴅ

Summary: You prank the lads boys by aggressively manhandling them.

Fandom: Love & Deepspace

Parings: [Zayne x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Rafayel x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Works been killin my butt. But anyways I saw many prank tiktok videos about women aggressively handling their own partner. Whether it be kissing them, love bites, or putting them on top of the kitchen counter. Figured it make a funny small prompt of how it would go lol.

Warnings: Fluff & humor, suggestive stuff, cursing

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ZAYNE

You've been feeling pretty clingy today.

You didn't know what it was that made you feel this way. Maybe just seeing Zayne, waking up in his bed, staying over at his place, not bothered by work, both of you doing very domestic stuff, made you feel really touchy feely. And Zayne was much aware of this notion from the very start of the day. Not that he every denied your loving affection, no not ever.

He accepted every hug or kiss, and returned it with much love. Oh, how it only fuels the fire of your clingy nature even more.

Here you are, coming out from the kitchen, to lean against the wall, with a glass of sweet tea in hand. You tilt the glass towards your mouth as your eyes were trained on one thing in particular.

There Zayne sat on the large couch, in the living room, with a book in hand. His eyes soft but narrowed in focus as he reads the pages, he's currently on. His back leaning on the cushions, skillfully flipped each page with his thumb. As his elbow was pressed against the arm of the couch, with a small portion of a sugar cookie the two of you had baked not long ago, in his hands. He immediately finishes it, taking it into his mouth with a small hum. Licking off any specks of crusts lingering on his fingers.

Watching this perfect, handsome, hunk of man as your sipping your tea just sent you up in orbit. It was too much to take in. Does he know how amazing he is, just sitting there? That's what you thought, the audacity of this man to sit and read so cutely, in his causal home attire -white shirt and grey sweatpants-

You had to do something about it.

You walk up to where Zayne was, placing the cool glass on top of the glass ottoman in the middle of the living room. The clink of the glass made Zayne look up at you. His demeanor calm and relaxed, before looking down at his book.

"Any thoughts about what you'd like for din-"

Before he could even finish that sentence, Zayne was attacked.

He found your hands squeezing his cheeks harshly, pulling him closer to your face. You bend down to kiss him on the lips. His eyes widening in shock and confusion.

But you continue you assault on him.

You kiss him very passionately and aggressively. Hands running along his jet-black locks like a crazy loon, messy up his hair. All while you muttered along his lips, words of affirmation.

"God dang it Zayne! You -kiss- are so -kiss- perfect -kiss- uugh!!"

You start to kiss all over his face. To his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, and anywhere else you could get your lips on. His book on the floor, as he had already dropped it do to your aggressive love session. His eyes still wide with so much confusion.

It didn't even stop there, as you suddenly push this man, laying his back onto the couch. Pinning him by his shoulders just to keep him still. Your kisses never stopping, as you go lower to his neck, giving him rough kisses down to his collarbone.

Finally, you pull away.

You had found yourself straddling the pour man, your arms still pinning down his upper body.

You look to see his full face that was very much a very funny and cute site. His ears were burning red, hair a mess as he stared at you with such unreadable green eyes. His mouth was slightly agape as if he was trying to figure out what to say to you in that moment. But he closes it, his lips in a tight line, eyes closed, inhaling a long breath to re-catch his own thoughts.

His head leans to the side as he opens his eyes, not looking you in your own eyes. Zayne's heart was pounding in his chest right now.

"You...-sigh-"

You couldn't help but laugh at this site of him. It was too funny to behold, seeing Zayne completely embarrassed and yet flustered at the same time.

"Caught you off guard huh?"

You quip with a prideful smirk on your lips. Zayne brings his eyes to look up at you. You could see he was trying to act all serious, and calm, but it was obviously faltering. As you could see the corners of his mouth flick up in a small grin. His emotions getting the better of him, as he lets out a laugh. A mix between disbelief and fondness.

"Well, I didn't expect to be attacked in my own home by my partner."

He states this, and you laugh even more. An endless supply of giggles and laughter that you couldn't stop. One that Zayne couldn't help but join in, loving the sound of your laughter.

You let go of his shoulders, before leaning down to give a soft kiss to your boyfriend. A sweet smile stretching across your mouth.

"Well, you're just going to have to get use to it. Because there's definitely more to come in the future."

He rolls his eyes at you.

"I fear for my safety."

He says this sarcastically of course, but deep down he's already preparing for the next attack. Just in case, so next time you do this stunt again, he'll be able to calm his heart. Because that shit made him feel like he was having a straight-up heart attack.

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XAVIER

You were laying on your bed.

Stomach first, as your feet were up in the air. Your hands clutch onto your phone, watching silly videos. Xavier was up in your bathroom taking a shower from a hard day of working. You had already taken a shower first, reasons being that Xavier told you to go in first, and second was because he was already on the verge of sleep. You were about to say to take a shower together, but the man was already nodding off as he sat on your bed. So, you decided to allow him to take a quick nap while you take your shower.

It has been a long day for the both of you, as you had both just got done with work. A bunch of wanderers to take down here and there, nothing too serious of a threat to get badly hurt, but enough to feel exhausted. And it definitely showed with the both of you, glad that it was the end of the day.

Xavier wanted to come over your apartment, because he finds it more comfortable, and wanted to sleep with you tonight. Plus, you figured he was too lazy to go up to his own apartment complex that was just a floor above yours. You never complain, as you would also come over to his complex and sleep there sometimes.

As you were kicking your feet, over the audio on your phone, you could hear the shower suddenly turn off. Indicating that Xavier was all done with his shower. He soon later came out, opening the door the connected to the bedroom. He lets out a silent yawn; while wiping his hair with a small white towel, a large towel was wrapped around his waist. His body shinning in the dim light from the room lights, due to the excess water cascading down his chest and stomach. You can see his full tempting v-line below his abdomen making your face heat up from the delicious site alone. He looked so appetizing yet cute at the same time.

You turned off your phone, placing the device on the bed-side counter. You sat up before getting off the bed, making strong strides towards your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes open a bit seeing you coming forth, watch as you wrapped your arms around his torso head leaning on his slight wet chest. You didn't mind though, as you snuggled with him, smelling his freshly showered body. The scent of sweet vanilla filling your nose; he used your body wash.

"Hmm...You smell good."

A goofy smile presents itself on your lips. Xavier smiles softly, leaning in your touch as his own arms wrapped around you. His arms holding onto your shoulders rubbing them gently. The small towel he held was draped securely around his neck. His head buried into your hair, nosed pressed against your hair, smelling you as well.

"So do you.."

He whispers this in a low hum, eyes closed as he embraces you. You could feel his heart beat slow and relaxed inside his chest. Xavier's soft snores making you chuckle. The fact that this man can sleep standing up still amazes you.

"Sleepy?"

"Hm."

Xavier hums again, as if to say yes, his arms holding you closer to his body. His body leans into yours, the weight of him not fully on you, as if he was stopping himself from falling on top of you. You let out a sigh rolling your eyes. The cuteness of this man was just too much; it made you giggle a bit.

Without a thought or hesitation, your hands go lower till you reached the back of his thighs. Xavier can feel this, but he doesn't back away nor think anything of it. That was until you used all of your strength, bending your knees, and you use this strength to pick up your boyfriend. Xavier eyes widen as he was suddenly up from the ground, your struggling of course but still it was an achievement. Carrying your sleepy boy by his own thighs, before waking back to the bed. Xavier was very shaken from this move, his hands clinging to your shoulders as he blushes heavily.

"[Y-Y/N]...what are you doing?"

You smiled looking up at your flustered boyfriend, "Carrying...ngh my exhausted boyfriend of course~"

It was all you said, and only Xavier could look at you with wide eyes and a simple nod of okay. His tiredness going away as he watched his own girlfriend carry him around, he didn't know how to feel about this, but it wasn't unwelcomed.

It wasn't long till you reached the bed, slamming the boy right on to the soft bed, making him lay on his back. His small towel was already gone, falling onto the floor when you picked him up. His other towel wrapped around his waist, was defiantly loose, clinging onto him for dear life. But still covered his crotch.

Once settled onto the bed, you crawled your way in between his thighs, your hands running along up his thighs to his stomach. Making way to his chest then finally his soft cheeks. You squish his cheeks in your hands, body resting on top of his. You lips lean in to kiss him on the nose before moving to his lips. His hands were now at your waist, rubbing your sides.

"Are you sleepy now?"

You say this pulling away, but it seemed like Xavier was chasing your lips. His cheeks were still flushed with pink, but his shock expression turned into a very sweet playful grin. His hands tracing along your back, slightly teasing underneath your tank top you were wearing.

"Not at the moment no."

You were suddenly rolled over, as Xavier had now turned the tables. His body pinning you underneath him, his baby blue eyes looking down at you with so much mischief. His hand made its way to your cheek, stroking it was such softness as if you were a delicate relic.

"I think I'd like to stay up for a little while, how about you~?"

You chuckle as you pulled Xavier by his neck, His face and lips close you yours.

"Sounds fine by me~"

You whispered back before his lips connected with yours passionately.

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CALEB

Pranks were nothing but natural for you and Caleb.

Ever since you were kids you two would pull all types of small pranks on each other. Not mean big pranks that would cause problems in one's relationship. But small harmless pranks that make each other laugh and keep the relationship more fun and fresher. To get competitive and try to one-up each other the next month or two.

It was your love language.

And it was your turn.

Oh, how you've been dying to try and get Caleb back. You were still pouting over the last prank he did. You could remember it like it was yesterday. The man had deliberately placed fake cockroaches all underneath your bed comforter. You of course did not realize it. Already freaking out with disgust and fear, running to Caleb about your "unfortunate" situation. Hugging and whimpering to him while you pushed him to the problem. Only for him to laugh and say how those cockroaches were all plastic toys.

You then start to curse him, while beating his chest -soft punches- giving him the biggest mean mug pout. One that he finds absolutely adorable. He makes up for this by promising to take you out to this new big carnival that just opened up around the neighborhood.

Today was the day of the carnival.

And both you and Caleb were getting ready that late afternoon. Hoping to get there early and on time for the rides and games.

You closed the door to your shared room, checking your small purse to make sure you got everything you needed. You're wearing a nice yellow blouse, white tank top underneath with a light jean skirt. It wasn't going to be cold, just a nice warm day.

Once you made it to the spacious room where the living room and kitchen connected. You could see your boyfriend turned to you. His back bent a little as his focus was on his phone, scrolling aimlessly, elbows on the kitchen counter. He was dresses up as well, in a very familiar outfit. His sleeveless white logo shirt, with black jeans pants.

He looked so handsome in the moment. His muscular back and shoulders showing of through the white shirt, His long arms, especially his biceps that flexed a bit on top of the kitchen counter. His hips tutting to the side a bit. You couldn't see his face fully, but you could already imagine how he looked. Eyes narrowed but soft, probably biting his lip as he scrolls through whatever feed he's on, all while he's waiting for you.

It was in that moment...you had an opening.

Slowly, you sneak your way over to Caleb. Making sure your sock covered feet won't make any noise against the tile floors. It seems he doesn't notice you at all.

So, taking you only shot as you make it behind him, you hand raises to aim for his ass. Immediately striking him down against his left cheek harshly, causing the man to gasp loudly. His eyes were wide, but before he could turn around and say anything, your hand that slapped his ass, remained there. Giving his ass couple of good squeezes while your chest was flushed against his back.

"Fuck, you're lookin so hot! Look at this ass!"

"[Y/N]..!"

You didn't give him any time what-so-ever. Turning him around roughly, only to push him back. You could see his very shocked and surprised face now. His cheeks full on flushed with red, a face that made you grip his cheeks with on hand to pull his close to yours. You give him a big fat kiss onto his lips, before pushing him off, making the man look at you dumbfounded.

"Face matches up nicely, not bad at all~"

You tease as your hands rested against his ass, giving his cheeks a squeeze while playing humping his waist. He looks at you so confused, as if you had two heads. There was a moment of pure silence. That was until Caleb begins to grin so big that it could hurt, before a big laugh erupts his whole body.

His chest heaving and rumbling as his hand makes it way to cover his eyes in embarrassment but much amusement as well. He couldn't stop laughing, and it made you laugh as well, your hands coming off his ass to just wrap around his torso. Head leaning against his chest.

"W-What was that pipsqueak!?"

Caleb's hand goes down from his face, looking at you with a big playful smirk gracing his lips. You smirk back with a wink.

"Nothing! Can't I appreciate my boyfriend's hotness?"

Caleb chuckles, leaning in to give your forehead a kiss.

"Never said you couldn't...but with a stunt like that, I say you must be getting even with me huh?"

Before you can retort back, Caleb grabs up by the waist using his strong arms. You gasp as you're now in the air, Caleb turning you to the counter so he can settle you done on the cool marble. Your legs wrapped around his waist, as your arms wrapped around his neck. He held your tightly against him.

"I would congratulate you on that prank of yours, but I would be lying saying that prank won't cost ya. We might be a bit late arriving to the carnival. After that bit, how can I possibly let you go...naughty girl~"

He says this as his head moves to your neck to place feathered kisses along your collarbone. It tickled causing you to giggle, the thought of missing the carnival making you wiggle in his hold whining.

"Caleb, nooo..!"

Yeah, you were definitely going to be late.

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SYLUS

Catching Sylus off guard, can be a very difficult task at hand.

It seemed like no matter what, he always knew what move you were going to make. Calculating each future ten step you would say or do just so he can throw it right back in your face. And it definitely frustrated you.

A fierce man who was hard to take down.

In fact, he was the one catching you off guard. He was the one surprising you the most and getting you all flustered in the cheeks with his devious nonchalant attitude. It's a rare and very rare moment when Sylus was ever caught being flustered. And even in those rare occasions, he can easily and quickly hide it inside, composing himself as if it didn't phase him at all. As if he had already predicted your tricks, before you can ever see his reactions.

And so, you were on a mission.

A mission to complete subdue and fluster your Onychinus leader boyfriend. It took you half a month to come up with any idea. A good top idea to catch this man way off guard, just so you can win. You just wanted win over him, even if it's just one time. To get him stuttering over his words. And finally, you came up with an idea, a brilliant idea, one where you hoped and prayed that it will very much work.

You texted Sylus on how you'll meet him tonight at his place. He of course welcomed this arrival, his home literally opened to only you at any time of the day. You made your way, rushing to the N109 zone to Sylus's grand mansion. Preparing yourself for what was about to happen.

Once there, you greeted both Luke and Kieran who both welcomed you back. Wondering what the rush was, but you could only give them both a question back asking where Sylus was.

"Boss is-"

"-In his office." They both said.

Perfect!

Working out exactly how you wanted.

"Thank you, see ya later!"

They watched as you rushed down the hallway with a very confused but interested look, wondering what you were planning.

Sylus was in his office, just finishing up closing a deal via phone call. He sighed as he leaned against his chair running a hand through his own locks, looking around the room with his ruby red eyes. Mephisto was in his office - more luck for you -, and Sylus was thinking about you. Waiting for you to come to him.

He then hears a knock at the door making his lips curl into a smile. He can tell from just the knock alone that it was you.

"Come on in kitten."

Nothing.

The door didn't open, nor was there any sound before or after that came with it. His brow quirks at this peculiar moment.

"Kitten, I said you can come in."

He says this a bit louder, but again no answer, or door opening. And he was already confused from the start, because normally you'd just barge right in with that innocent smile of yours. But you didn't even do that. So, know Sylus was on edge but gratefully intrigued by what was going on. Wondering what you were planning behind that door.

He gets up from his chair, walking towards the lavish design door. Once he made it and he opens the door, he gets suddenly pulled by the collar of his shirt. His body leaning and his lips quickly connecting to yours. His eyes looked at you, wide and in disbelief but it wasn't over yet.

Using a tackling move on him, you swiftly used your leg to grapple behind his left leg. You used you full weight so that he would fall to the ground with a harsh thud. Your lips still on him as your hands moved to grab his own wrists and pin the above his head so that he wouldn't go anywhere. You were now straddling his waist, kissing him roughly before pulling back to only bite his cheek.

The man gasps as he was still to stunned to speak. He could only watch as you aggressively manhandle him. Your bites moved to his neck which caused Sylus to grunt lowly. His cheeks and ears red, still so confused. His brain trying to regain any semblance of reasoning but failing terribly so.

Once you pulled away to look at him, a big smile came to your lips as you looked at Sylus. His expression was priceless, funny, cute even as he looked up at you. You can finally say you've taken down Sylus.

Sylus clears his throat, lips curling into a smirk, shaking his head from your actions.

"Is...this some type of new fighting strategy of yours? If so, I'm not so keen for you to use it on other people."

You laughed.

"Nope, I just wanted to tackle you into submission. And I finally got you!"

You hear a big rich laugh come from Sylus. The pitch a bit heightened as he found this incredibly silly and adorable. He could just maneuver his way out of your hold easily or even use his evol to overpower you. But he doesn't, liking the proud face you made of finally overpowering him. Using your smart skills to gain the upper hand of the situation. It made his heart jump inside his chest happily.

"You know, if you wanted to over-power me, you could have just asked~"

"That's a load of bull and you know it! As if you'd gone easy on me if I did asked!"

Sylus laughs again, making you roll your eyes at him. But your body suddenly sits up right, as Sylus uses his strength to break from your pinned hands. He traps your arms behind your back with his one strong hand, his other hand gripping your chin gently, thumb rubbing the bottom of your lip. His eyes shooting down to your eyes, with his infamous smirk that made your stomach flip.

"You're right kitten. It's more fun to tease and let you work for your food, then to let you have it easy. But don't worry, I'll be gladly waiting for the next time you try to catch me off gaurd~"

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RAFAYEL

You and Rafayel decided why not work out together.

Well, more like you were going to work out and train your body. But a certain purple-haired artistic man called before you could even go to your local gym. Of course, you picked up your phone hearing him complain about he was bored. You told him how you were going to the gym, and Raf found that as the perfect moment to come along with your endeavors.

He suggested going to his private gym he uses at home. He says he's been wanting to blow off some steam due to Thomas insisting -more like pestering to Rafayel - to create more art for his gallery. The deadline was almost due and Rafayel has been procrastinating with other projects. Telling Thomas there is no deadline to when it comes to art, he'll feel the inspiration when he feels it. And so here he is with you.

This is honestly a first for you.

Working out with him that is.

Watching that beautiful man stretching his own body with much ease as you both did warm-ups. Seeing his biceps and forearms flex as he does push-ups. The way his abdomen tenses when he did crunches. Or how he looked so pretty on the treadmill, running full laps. Hair bouncing, sweat dripping, muscles moving, ass tempting. Even when he took a few walk breaks you could hear his controlled breathing and pants.

He looked so pretty in those moments, truly you were captured by this handsome siren. God, you felt so lucky in that moment, you could watch him run all day long. So much so that you had completely lost track of time, your mind on auto pilot throughout your whole workout session.

The both of you were panting, sweat dripping down your foreheads, Body sore but refreshed in a way all in a day's good work-out. Rafayel sighs sweeping a hand through his front locks with a relieved sigh escaping his mouth.

"I'm exhausted, I don't know who's working me to death, you or Thomas~"

Rafayel grins while joking making you roll your eyes with a small laugh.

He goes into a corner of the gym. There was L-shaped counter with a sink. A mini refrigerator that was set up top, And a round circular table in the middle. Rafayel immediately went to the fringe to grab a bottle of water. Leaning against the table he unscrews the cap taking a few gulps of cool water down his throat.

You do the same, following your boyfriend, but your eyes were only trained on Rafayel. His left arm, behind him, hand placed upon the white table to stabilize himself. His back a bit arched, showing the indent of his pecks and abs through his black sleeveless tight compressed shirt. His waist looking so snatchable as his legs slightly crossed over one another.

Drinking the cool water did nothing to ease the burning tension inside of you.

Rafayel places his water down on the table, his hand reaching out to his shoulders to rub them a little. All while he rambled on and on about his problems, Thomas nagging, and blah blah blah.

That was it you can't take it anymore.

"I swear, I bet Thomas is calling my phone about no-"

Quickly you made your move on Rafayel. You grab at his thighs tightly making him blush and shut up. But then you start to lift him up, causing the man before you to gasp and wiggle in your hands.

"[Y/N]! Aah w-wait!"

You didn't listen to his gasps and pleas, as you use your full strength to pick him up and place his ass on top of the table. His legs wide and spread for you, almost wrapped around your waist. His water bottle accidently falling, spilling onto parts the table and floor. You kept a good tight hold onto him, giving his thighs a good squeeze,

Your lips meet his to kiss him briefly, a tease at the most. Before moving to his cheeks and nose, even his exposed neck.

Rafayel's hands were on your shoulders, not knowing whether to push you off of hold you close to him. His face was redder than a tomato, ears included, as he watches his own girlfriend assault him like this.

You then pull away with mischievous smirk on your face, all you could see was Rafayel with that sweet brattish pout pursing his plump lips. He looks at you, eyes narrowed but it was soft. Rafayel gives you a look of incredible disbelief and shock from what just happened.

"I-I can't believe, did you just..?!"

You laugh at him, causing his cheeks to flush even more. His eyes looking away from your gleeful face. It was adorable to witness it. Seeing him in this type of position. Your hands moved, sliding up to his ass, you can feel him tensing up, his breath getting heavy as though he was working out again. You gave him gentle pats at first, but them with your right hand gave him a hard smack placed upon his cheek.

Rafayel lets out a gasp mixed with a whine, his eyebrows furrowed in a glare. Looking at you with such a appalled face. He was truly was embarrassed.

"H-Hey watch it!"

"What, are you embarrassed baby~?"

Rafayel says nothing, the nickname only making him groan, letting out a long dramatic sigh. His eyes once again still darted away from your owns.

"This must what it feels like to be a woman, being preyed upon by others. I'm all defenseless here, it's scary thing. My own bodyguard taking advantage of me, in my own gym."

"It's not my fault my boyfriend is so beautiful. You really are, looking so pretty while you worked out today."

Rafael didn't really say anything, but you can he was trying not to let your words get to you. But it was failing, as your compliments only made his heart race even more. Fidgeting while you held on tight to him trying to distract himself with the gym appliances around the room.

"Sooo...you're saying you don't like it?"

You give him another kiss on the cheek playfully, making him turn his head finally towards you. His legs bringing you even closer, wrapping fully around your waist to lock you in. While his hands wrapped around your shoulders. It made you giggle, his actions way louder than his actual words.

"I never said that."

You smile as he can't help but smile back at you. He couldn't prolong his pout anymore, he's just too damn infatuated - and slightly aroused - at this new position of his. He leans in to kiss you on the lips, the kiss starting off as sweet before slowly turning deep and passionate. His eyes haze over with a growing smirk of his own.

"I'm definitely not going be able to finish my art piece now cutie~"

[3rachaslut]

SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (maknae line)

cw: SMUT. MINORS DNI !! seungmins is a bit degrading but that’s about it?

(not proofread sorry for any mistakes)

HYUNG LINE

han jisung

omg han LOVES working you up as he rubs your clit until you’re whimpering his name and begging for him to make you cum. the way he would chuckle at your reaction seeing his baby girl feel euphoric is so heart warming. he loves you so much :’( and the way he would kiss your neck and ears throughout it ahh

“moaning so pretty for me baby girl”

and personally, I think han is just as much of a sweetheart in the bedroom as he is outside of it. so it only makes sense that he loves when you’re on top riding him just so he can look at your beautiful face and your tits bouncing for him and telling you how beautiful you look on top of him. literally the definition of ‘words of adoration’. the way his face lights up every time you’re mouth falls open in bliss and runs his hands all over your chest and tummy aww.

“you are so fucking beautiful baby, you know that right?”

felix

as soon as you tell felix you are needy and want some attention, he would make you spread out in front of him to tease your pussy as you let him just love on you for a while whilst he gives you the most amount of neck kisses. he would drop WHATEVER he is doing just to make you feel good.

“that feel good baby? yeah?” *kisses your neck again*

no one can convince me otherwise, felix loves missionary so much, just because he loves being able to make out with his gorgeous girl whilst cupping your cheek as you ride his cock. however fast or slow as you want or need, it’s all down to you, he’s just so happy he gets to make love with his favourite girl.

“fuck, you feel so good baby, yeah just like that”

seungmin

hear me out, seungmin and lee know as lovers go hand in hand. sweethearts to you outside of the bedroom, but inside…it’s more than likely they wanna take you to nirvana. the way he finger fucks you so rough until you squirt for him over and over and ONLY then will he give you his cock. he knows how much you get off on being degraded (same) so he will happily do that for you as it’s pretty much his second nature.

“fuckkk, look at you squirting for me like a little slut”

and then when he FINALLY lets you have his cock, he definitely makes you ride him reverse cowgirl because you ‘don’t get to look at daddy, look at your self in the mirror, slut’. the way he makes sure to get his cock as far in you as possible as well ahh. he pretty much just used you as a fleshlight (and I love that for you)

“fuck yeah. good girl. no thoughts in that little head is there?

jeongin

now look, I reckon jeongin is OBSESSED with your tits, like EXTREMELY. no matter what he is doing, they are NEVER left out. he loves you riding him whilst he has your tit in his mouth whilst you run your hands through his hair and whimper his name over and over again.

“urgh i love when you whimper for me darling”

like when I say he’s obsessed with your tits, i mean he’s OBSESSED with your tits so much!! he lovesss making out with them whilst you pleasure yourself on his cock. as much as he loves the feeling of you around him, it’s alll about your pleasure and if he can give you more, he will give you MORE! happily!

“I cannot get enough of these tits baby girl, they’re so beautiful !”

a/n: I LOVED doing this one! maknae line is my bias line so I very much enjoyed this one… anyways, i hope you enjoyed!!

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdNAeyPs/

I immediately thought of jaehyun and sweets 😭😭😭

more of Sweets being an agent of chaos! Hell yeah!!

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ What is this going to cover?! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, suggestive comments)

"You do know spring break is only a week, right?" Fratboy!Jaehyun asks with an arched brow.

You guys were only going on vacation for five days, not a whole year. This was the 700th package that you'd had delivered because you "needed" it for vacation. He hoped you understood that you were all just going to the beach... not a remote island that had never seen any humans before. The beach town you were going to had stores, had restaurants, had rental homes that you had all splurged on, it had everything anyone would need. Jaehyun was, to say the very least, confused as to why you felt the need to buy a whole new wardrobe. You had summer clothes! You had bathing suits! He didn't think there was any need to reinvent yourself for five days.

"Okay, but this one is so cute!" You pout as you reenter the room, now dressed in one of his shirts. You closed the door behind you and plopped yourself on his bed while reaching for the slim package you'd thrown just a minute ago when you got here.

Jaehyun watched as you tear open the package and pull out a small bundle of light blue... string? You squeal excitedly, "wait! Baby, oh my god! This is s much better than on the website!" You wiggle one hand at him, showing off your nails, "it's going to match perfectly!"

You hand the small bundle to you boyfriend while you toss the packaging in the trash. Jaehyun flicks his gaze from you to the blue wad in his hand. "What am I looking at here?" He asks.

You start to unravel it, pulling it apart to reveal exactly what Jaehyun had suspected. Two strings. Jaehyun holds one and you hold the other. You lift the one in your hand, squealing with excitement and a bright smile, "I'm actually going to scream. It's perfect!"

He continues to stare at you like you grew a second head, "I'm confused."

You compare both pieces, a smile on your face as you twist the string around your fingers, "well, I'm holding the top and you're holding the bottoms."

"The top and bottom of what?" Jaehyun coughs out, eyes wide and cheeks read.

You cock your head and roll your eyes, "Jae, please be serious. You know I've been ordering stuff for spring break."

"But you told me you were only wearing sandals for the whole trip. I watched you open packages with six pairs of shoes for a five day trip," Jaehyun details, slowly, hoping that thinking out loud will help him understand.

"I am wearing sandals, this isn't for shoes. It's for me to wear! It's a bikini!" You state excitedly.

He doesn't waste a single second, "you're joking."

"I've been really working on being more body positive, so the girls helped me pick this out! The patterns isn't usually something I'd really go for, but I'm trying to broaden my horizons," you explain casually.

Jaehyun stares at you with with a mix of confusion and exasperation. Okay, yay to body positivity, but you were each holding a string. A string! A string no wider than his pinky nail at that! And- and! What fucking pattern were you talking about?! These were plain, light blue looking shoe laces!

He closed his eyes and exhaled for a moment, "alright, maybe I'm not hearing you correctly. This is your bathing suit?"

You nod, "yes."

Perfect, just perfect. Unfortunately, he did hear you correctly. He throws his free hand up, shaking the string around, "this is a shoe lace! What is this going to cover?!"

"You're so conservative, baby. It's actually really popular right now, it's trendy," you tell him with a nod.

He holds the string up between his legs, "if I wore something like this, my parts would be hanging out! A string isn't going to cover anything, Sweetheart!"

"Well, you have different parts than I do," you sigh, "plus, you don't even know how to do it right. It takes some finessing to get the cutest style."

"I've seen your parts! I've been all up in your parts! No matter how you finesse this, nothing is getting covered, Sweet Girl," Jaehyun borderline cries out, overwhelmed with stress.

You pout, reaching out to kick his thigh lightly, "I was really excited to show this to you and you're making me feel bad."

"Sweetheart, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just have never been more confused in my life. Please, tell me you're joking," he tells you quietly, feeling bad that he killed your excitement.

You crack a smile, leaning in to cup his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses, "I was just joking, baby. I got these shoe laces for some sneakers I have."

He lets out a sigh of relief, "I swear I was going to have a heart attack."

You giggle against his lips, "you're so gullible, baby."

"Maybe you can make it up to me by wearing these skimpy little strings just for me," Jaehyun mumbles against your lips.

You break the kiss and roll your eyes, placing a hand on his chest to push him away gently, "you're a freak."

[siderealglimmer]

Hi there! OP here, now under a different name due to a broken phone/lost email/forgotten password three part punch of doom. I have not forgotten the request on how to do this!

Step 1 was to acquire the sequined cloth. I made sure choose some that would be enough inches wide to fit all the way across me at my widest points plus a little extra, because I am made of a variety of curves and rounds (except my elbows and chin which are all quite pointy).

I had the helpful lady at the cutting counter cut me two equal sized lengths, enough to at least reach the floor from my shoulders. I am 5’2” so I think it was a yard and a half each. Your mileage yardage may vary depending on your own height.

Holding these two rectangles wrong side together, I folded them in half lengthwise to find the center and put a placeholder pin there to mark it. Then I unfolded and held them against my front with that pin against the middle of my throat. I added another pin on either side at the point where I wanted the cloth to join over my shoulders.

I could have just left those points and moved on, leaving me with a very high/close neckline, but I wanted a neckline that would fall lower to favor my mammary bounty. So on just one of the two pieces of cloth, I scooted the edges inward so the middle would sag, and reattached the shoulder pins. I kept poking my head through the hole between the shoulder pins until I was happy with where the neckline fell.

Happy cheat moment: I didn’t sew the shoulders. Still haven’t. I followed the fine example of countless cultures and simply put some Really Good Pins in on the underside of the cloth, holding the front and back together, and moved on. You could also overlap the cloth edges and put a fancy pin or brooch pin on top of them.

Once the neckline was settled, I put the thing on over my head while wearing the bra I was going to have on, and reached under each arm to pinch the cloth together on the side of my ribs to decided where I wanted the bottom of the armhole to be. I pinned there, on both sides. Then I took it off, flipped it inside out, and pinned all the way down.

When I put it back on it was very sacklike. I knew I’d be belting it, but I did remove and replace some of the pins further in so the dress would have at least a little more fit and flare to it.

The I sewed down the side hems, from my underarm pins all the way to the bottom.

The last step was hemming. This can be hard solo. I put the dress on and took a gentle step to catch the cloth under my toe. I bent down, pinched that under, and pinned. I repeated this in several directions, to get it pinned around, and adjusted for evenness. For the back I pretty much pinned straight across. This was meant to be a one-off shenanigan garment, like a personal cosplay where I am my own OC, so I didn’t treat it like something I’m going to wear a lot or get judged on. Plus I was short on time. If you want to be more exact in your hemming or other seams, go for it.

The corners of the cloth that were dangling at the shoulders, I just tucked those in through the armholes and added them to the shoulder pins.

Excess cloth under the hem I trimmed so it would hang flat.

The white mesh at the neckline is literally the selvage of the cloth.

I belted that shit and had a blast hosting the company raffle/giveaway! Apparently HR had been getting a lot of compliments about me, which is fun and cool.

If you ever wanna get a lot of confused smiles, circulate normally at a work function amongst a bunch of fellow employees who are wearing business casual while dressed in glittery Vanna White/Proncess Sparklepants finery. Bonus points for playing shuffleboard and roasting marshmallows.

Oh, and I got the tiara/necklace/earrings combo off of Amazon for like $25.

Singer 99K don’t fail me now

[strawb3rryhachi]

“When did you get so sensitive here, Sy?” You purr, a hint of embracing him from behind, slowly releasing the clamps so they bite down gingerly on his nipples. His head lolls back, back pressed firmly against the chair he was sat in, crimson eyes locking with yours in sweet, sweet pleasure.

“Kitten— ah— more. Please.” He begs, though it’s more of a breathy whine as hands struggle against the flimsy restraints. He knows it’d take less of an effort to break out of them than it does to restrain himself. Your scent is in the air driving him mad, and that sadistic little glint in your eye makes his cock twitch with glee.

“More what, my love?” You coo, caressing his face softly, fingers dancing on his lips teasingly, “No use in being shy now.”

His jaw goes slack, eyes still boring into yours like a well trained dog as your digits slip past his parted lips, fish hooking the inside of his cheek to open that perfect mouth ever wider.

Tsk-ing at him for his lack of response, too enamored with the way your brow furrows, that hateful little look in your eye when he disobeys as you tug on the chains, the clamps pulling his nipples intoxicatingly taut. Mewling, tears of pleasure beading at the corners of his eyes.

You were like a beautiful little reflection, a relentless conqueror in your own right. Both of you feeding into the others ever growing greed and depravity. An ever evolving cycle of exchanging power.

“Be a good little pet and I’ll give you a reward.” You smile, your eyes wild and alight with a burning fervor to watch the big, bad man in front of you crumble by your hand.

“Touch me more. Please.” It’s hoarse and desperate, the image of you dominating him alone is enough to leave him spurting hot thick cum into his briefs most nights, actually seeing it is an intense act of self control.

You hum a small sound of approval, “Show me your tongue, pretty.” You gush, hearts practically forming in your eyes and it lolls out, drool cascading off the pointy tip and dripping down his chest.

And he should probably feel more embarrassed, shouldn’t enjoy being called feminine little nicknames as much as he does.

But, he can’t help the precum spilling from his the tip of his blushing pink tip as you cradle his jaw so roughly, craning his neck so his cheek is pressed flush against your plush breasts, nipples all but poking out of the top of your bra. Spitting into his maw so deviously, letting it pour slowly between you and into his eager mouth.

He can’t help the desperate little ‘thank you’s’ falling out of his mouth, especially not when you’re reaching down and finally touching his cock. He’s whimpering, the sweet, minty taste of you burning down his throat as your thumb plugs up his weeping tip.

“Would you like some for your cock as well, honey?” Your breathy whisper on the shell of his ear sends electric shocks down his spine. He’s bucking his hips so hungrily against your touch, only to put more pressure on that all too sensitive tip.

He’s nodding, mouth open but no sound escaping. You consider being cruel, making him use his words or threatening to leave him high and dry for the rest of the night.

It was a very attractive consideration. He’d probably end up rutting against you in bed just to feel some sort of relief, and another cycle of punishment would begin again.

But, you decided he’d been quite the good boy, he deserved a little grace. For now.

So you did as he so clearly needed, spitting aggressively on his achy head, the sensation making his balls squeeze.

You sauntered to his side, bending down so your clothed pussy was inches away from his face. Your sickly sweet scent invading his senses so meanly. You slowly untied his restraints, freeing both of his hands in minutes instead of seconds.

He looks up at you, eyes wide in anticipation of your next order, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“On your knees, baby.” You lilt, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before stepping back. And he’s always been an exceedingly good listener, so like a good pup, he drops to his knees, dick slapping against heavily his stomach as his shins touch the cool marble.

“Let me see you cum, my love.” You smile, feeling a rush of blood rushing glee as you watch his face drop, knowing he thought you’d be the one making him reach a mind melting orgasm. He whimpers, one hand gripping his shaft while the other wraps around his balls, unmoving.

You tut at him, “And to think I was going to let you eat my pussy.” You tease, pulling your panties to the side, displaying that pretty pink clit he so desperately wants to lick at as you use your other hand to spread your lips.

His hand squeezes involuntarily around his shaft, a deranged smile spreading across his beautiful features. “ ‘M ready to be your perch, kitten.”

And god, was the man beautiful. His eyes looking at you so lovingly as he pulled insatiably at his throbbing cock, your salive squelching and bubbling through the gaps in his fingers, dripping down and coating his balls as he tugged and tugged at them.

“So good f’me, Sy.” You gush, standing on your tip toes to sit your puffy folds on his face, sinking down before gripping his silver locks, making him focus. “No cumming before me now.”

That wouldn’t prove to be too hard, he makes quick work of pulling your clit between his lips, suckling and nibbling on the bundle of nerves, eyes fluttering as they so desperately wanted to close in unadulterated pleasure.

“You taste so good, sweetie. So perfect.” He mewls, palm pulsing as he tries to replicate the last time he felt your plush walls milking and stretching around his cock.

You can’t help but praise him, little breaths of “You look so pretty down there.” and “The big, bad leader of Onychinus is such a slut.” between giggles and held back moans.

His head is dizzying as he drinks in your nectar, your sweet slick pooling around the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he struggles to collect it all in his crazed devouring. He’s bucking his slutty hips into his hand, releasing his balls to add another hand to his needy, long shaft. Crying fucked out sounds of pleasure into your pussy that serve as another stimulant.

And it’s then you decide to punish him no more. His brow furrowing as he chases and denies his own orgasm. He looked so perfect like this. A man of poise and status reduced to nothing but a begging, achy mess at your beck and call.

He sobbed as you pulled your drooling cunt from him, a stringy mix of slick and saliva the only thing tethering you, but just like a good dog, he continues his assault on his cock.

“No, please. ‘M sorry. I’ll do it better.” He pleads, hungry and yearning. Sometimes you wonder how you could’ve become so twisted as to enjoy this sight, but those thoughts don’t stick around for long.

Not as your pulling your panties the rest of the way off, stuffing them in his mouth. Watching his eyes cross and roll back as you, his one and only angel, his savior, come down to his level, swatting his hands away from his cock and gripping them in your own.

And he thinks this is the end for him, that this was the last reward you were going to bestow upon him. But he’s seeing stars as you hover over him, sliding the precum dribbling from his tip against your cock hungry cunt. All he can do is let out pathetic little cries with a smile.

Your head rolls back, a throaty moan escaping from you as you sink down onto him, taking every girthy inch in one go, needy hole stretching so deliciously around him.

“Oh Sy, I’ve been teasing you so long I forgot how good your cock feels.” You croon, fingers interlocking at the back of his neck. The praise isn’t helping the knot in his stomach that’s struggling to keep from snapping, trying to be oh so good for his precious kitten.

You’re mean too, wholly unfair. Cruel really. Holding him in place so he has to look into your pretty eyes as you tell him how good he is, how you wanted to break him in front of a crowd of people, show everyone who the Boss truly was, a good boy who sucks on panties while you fuck him. The way you tighten your walls around him purposefully in rhythm with every slide down on his cock, was damning him to eternal punishment.

His fingers were creating dents in the floor as he did everything he could to hold himself back, your ass slapping so furiously against his thighs, his balls covered in your cream and slick. He was babbling muffled, incoherent plea’s. Back and forth between begging you to let him cum and sobbing for you to slow down so he didn’t.

His length is prodding so perfectly against that spongey spot inside you, your mind going blank as you gush your release all over him. Like a dam that had broke, pooling on the floor underneath you, beading down his toned abdomen.

A switch inside him flips, the sounds of his pussy drunk moans reverberating in the space between you as he finally cums, his hips lifting to reach as deep inside you as he can, painting every inch of your insides white. His cock is pulsing, his orgasm almost painful as every nerve of his body is being lit on fire. He’s panting, whining, pathetic as his head lolls forward to rest on your shoulder. A myriad of ‘thank you’s falling from his lips.

You find pleasure in the feeling of it gushing out of you, absentmindedly pushing it out to make way for his still hard cock as he’s fucking up into, that primal part of his brain overtaking him.

You rudely pop off him, letting the remaining mix of arousal pool on that patch of silver on his pelvic bone while he’s still twitching and groaning. You make your way toward the shower, but not before looking over your shoulder to give him one last tease.

“Next time, be prepared for my fingers.”

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hi pookies posting earlier than i was planning hehe(: this one is a lot longer than my previous ones <3 i hope u enjoy my little freaks. HACHI LOVES U FOREVAAAA

xoxo

Hachi

[artistsfuneral]

lol I promise I’m not her!

How about uh… you know when someone has long hair? Beauty and the beast style, kiss their hair and say something unintentionally lovely, and then realizing uh, that wasn’t very platonic of me, was it?

Oddly specific asks, I got them 😂🙈🥰

You can tell by the first line just how long this has been in my ask box 👉👈 oops?

tags: Lambert/Aiden, pure fluff, hair braiding

Late in the evening, Lambert watched Aiden struggle with his hair from across the campfire. The sun had already vanished behind the tall tree tops, leaving the forest around them in the shadows. As a result, the flickering flame of their campfire was the only light scource around and Aiden's dark skin was bathed in a golden, almost ethernal light. He looked unbelievably pretty and there was nothing Lambert could do about it but stare at him dumbly.

Stare and silently watch him struggle with his long, dark waves. Under normal circumstances, Aiden would have long since braided his hair into a complicated wreath that settled around his head like a crown, but hours earlier the two of them had gotten into a fight with a group of mountain bandits, in which Aiden had sprained his wrist - already weak from an old injury - in a way potions couldn't fix. So Lambert watched as the cat grew more and more frustrated with his terrible, one-handed attempts at his usual braid, hoping that he'd somehow find the courage to do help.

In the end it was Aiden's short temper that made him act. When yet another attempt failed, the cat let out a loud sound, full of overwhelming frustration and the tired desperation that had built up over the last hour or so. Tears sprung into his pale green eyes and Lambert needed a moment to remind himself that Aiden was not actually hurt, that it simple were Aiden's mutagenes kicking in, making him "feel big emotions over little things". Even so, the wolf found himself unable to watch any longer.

Walking around the fire, Lambert sat down behind Aiden and forced the comb out of his hands. "What the fuck?! Piss off, Lambert," Aiden protested, angrily wiping the tears from his face. "Shut up. I'm being nice to you."

"You are?"

"I am. Now sit still!" Flustered by their close proximity - even though it was Lambert who made the decision to walk over, it still feels like a sudden change - the wolf grumbled and growled under his breath. Yet his hands were gentle as they combed through Aiden's locks. Sectioning hair into equal parts, he let his muscle memory take over. As soon as Aiden understood what was going on, he asked full of astonishment, "You can braid?"

Lambert huffed out a breath, fingers gliding through the cat's hair, picking up strands, layering them, over and under and over again in a pattern all too familiar to him, while holding the rest securely between his free fingers and the palm of his hand. "Of course I can braid."

"Of course? Lambert, there's no "of course" about this. Why the fuck do you know how to braid?" Aiden demanded to know. "I grew up with three older sisters. Most witchers of my school wear their hair long. I have a twelve year old niece. My best friend's hair is long enough to reach the middle of his back," he replied, the last sentence coming out quieter than the others. Aiden didn't need to know that he spent hours upon hours learning how to braid all of the cat's favorite hairstyles. Just in case that knowledge would ever be needed. His brothers had laughed at him, called him a lovesick fool, but now the just-in-case scenario was happening and Lambert could confidently wrap Aiden's long wavy hair into a braided crown and secure it in place with the ribbon he snatched out of Aiden's hands.

Proud of his work, he squeezed the cat's shoulders to signal that he was done, then gently patted over the intricate braid. "There, you're perfect."

Before he realized how much his voice had given away the love he felt for Aiden, he had already placed a gentle kiss on top of his head.

Aiden's head shot around in an instant and his eyes, wide open and searching, found Lambert's panicked ones. A single breath escaped Aiden's lips as he realized.

"Oh."

[616ioi]

@#%! 1:33 , shin asakura.

content: slight smut warning, mentions of wet dreams, gender neutral & sub character and warning this is mature content, read at your own discretion. this is part two of 1:32. also, this is mainly them coming together as one aww 😦.

The nerve you have to look him in the eye and converse with him irked him to a sense he couldn't even describe!

How dare you act in such a way.

Shin taps away at the counter top, his apron resting so neatly against his body (not a single speak of dust on that ugly green thing). He feels frustrated.

You're staying over tonight. What if it happens again? What is he going to do then? He's been laying awake for nights on end, thinking and, as much as it hurts to admit, caressing himself.

His hands would curl into fists around his pijama pants and he would slightly squirm before his fingers trailed over his abdomen. He would shut his eyes and imagine that night, over and over and over again.

He would never, actually do anything. After all, he was in the home of his beloved hero. With his family.

Riiinggg!

"I'm back, Shin!"

Aoi! His face lights up as he quickly runs to help her out with the groceries in her arms. He falters in his steps when he catches those eyes that have been haunting him for weeks now.

You send him a friendly wave.

The blond esper bites his bottom lip and his gaze wavers shyly. His biceps flex as he walks up the stairs leading to their home.

His face feels hot!

He quickly sets the bags on the kitchen table and turns to the cheery woman. He refuses to meet your eyes. Rather, he hides behind his hair.

"Do you need any help?"

"Oh no, thank very much, Shin!" Aoi perks up with a huge smile, like always. She carefully goes through the products of face masks that you bought. "Me, hana, lu and (name) are going to have a makeover night! Isn't it exciting?!"

Shin's smile visibly deflates alongside his shoulders before he pops himself back into shape.

This means you won't share a room with him!

But then, why is he sharing a room with Mr. Sakamoto?

She kicked me out. The white haired man explains. He looks like the saddest pup on the block.

"Uff.." Shin scrambles to find a response to cheer up this sad mode. "Must be tough..."

Did I do something wrong? Sakamoto trails off. The younger boy nearly replies but he's cut off. Did I say something wrong. I'm sorry. What did I do?

"Um." Shin feels sweat form at his face as he squirms uncomfortably. He nearly jolts out of bed as he finds the perfect excuse — "I needa hit the loo."

The esper sighs in relief. Only Aoi seems to get a rise out of him. As his feet softly hit the floor, his mind subconsciously wanders to you.

Have you fallen asleep yet?

...There's no sound. No dream, no image. Nothing.

He frowns before his eyes widen, catching himself. He slaps himself as hard as he could, yelping.

Was he disappointed??

He locks his jaw before rushing into the the bathroom, only to jump when he runs straight into you. He stares for a heavy second before breaking out into a sweat.

"Sorry!" He squeaks out. You calmly dry your hands with a small, embarrassed grin.

"Don't worry. 'Was just washing my hands." Your reassurance calms him down, but the silence that engulfs the tiny bathroom — doesn't. You seem to think of something.

Shin does everything in his power to not read your mind.

You've been avoiding me.

Darn it.

His hair is spiked up, all messy, from the tossing and turning in his bed. He thinks he looks like a mess, but you? You think he looks adorable.

A red blush spreads across his cheeks before he parts his lips, wetting them nervously.

"I haven't been avoiding you.." you shake your head, clearly not believing him. "Well, n-not obviously."

"You won't even glance at me." Shin quickly meets your teary eyes before they fall unto the shower curtains. The little fishes on the curtain were fading away from all the water tainting it. "See!"

"Um," you tilt your head, "well, the night you stayed over.. uh you uhh kinda had a d-dream of-"

"Of you." A look of recognition rises across your pretty features. Shin nods, embarrassed.

I made you uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, shin."

No. Shin thinks, "that's not it.."

Whoops. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

He flushes as he steps closer to you, hands hoovering over your elbows. He was afraid to touch you.

"I've... never been the subject of admiration before." His brows knit together, fingers twitching as he drops his arms to his sides.

Much less of a dirty dream.

"Oh." You swallow nervously.

It's not the first time. You're twiddling with your shirt, eyes looking at the cute bunny slippers on your feet. They were aoi's spare ones.

"H-huh?" The room feels hot. Or is it just him?

You step closer to him, until your chest is just an inch away from him. Barely. Shin grips at his pants, his heart beat spiking up.

"I've had many dreams of you," you shrug as if this information was nothing new. After all, he can read minds, it's going to come out anyways. "Many where we had sex even as just friends."

Shin gulps as blood rushes all over his body. What are you insinuating?

"That's not who you are, though." You muse, brushing back his sweaty hair. His skin is hot to the touch. "You want to make love with someone who you have feelings for. Isn't that right?"

Shin presses his lips together to hold back any embarrassed cries. He was 100% sure he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence without stumbling and stuttering.

"Do you like me, shin?" His head bows but you're quick to cup his cheek as you force him to look at you. Your touch is so tender, he's almost tempted to move your hand even lower.

He hesitates.

I like you, Shin. His ears burn as he stares wide eye, in curiosity? Disbelief? He isn't sure.

Nonetheless — he nods. Once.

Its a confirmation.

-kiss me.. you think.

"Can I kiss you? Please?" Before you even get a proper response, Shin lunges forward. He grasps at the collar of your shirt and pulls you in to steal a kiss.

Your lips taste of cherry.

His head feels light and dizzy when you open your mouth to push your tongue against his. His hold on you loosens, legs trembling as he decides to lower himself to his knees, bringing you down with him.

He can feel you, shockingly.

Every thought, every sensation, every feeling. It's overwhelming. He feels like he's being electrocuted as his pulse quickens.

More. He tries to gasp out loud and he ends up getting frustrated when you slow down. He pulls away, tongue hanging out as he processes whats going on.

In your mind, you imagine a little puppy.

"S-shut up." Shin grunts, embarrassed, as he closes his wet, pink lips. He wipes at them with the back of wrist, hips rocking gently. He pulls you closer by your clothes before his hands cup your jaw as he presses tender kissing to your cheek.

You smile, curious.

"What's up?"

"You really do like me." Shin breathes out. He earns a nod in return. His body relaxes into you, shivers raking down his back. You pull him into a warm hug, one leg in between his. His hips buck involuntarily as he whines when his boner rubs against your thigh.

"I've never felt that before." He hiccups, stomach churning with need. You nod, in understanding. Your hands trail from his back to the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to spot the way his muscles twitch.

"How was it?" Shin sighs in relief when you rub him through his tight pants. You can feel him pulsating.

He bites his lip, hips angling higher to find a more comfortable position. "I could- hnng, feel everything you felt, ah.."

You smile at him, "but it was just a kiss?"

He throws his head back with a groan. The door softly thuds under his weight. "Cmonn, quit teasin'.."

A chuckle escapes you as you slip your nimble fingers underneath his pants yet over his boxers.

"Here?" You feather like touch dips over the wet spot, purposely missing his tip.

"Noo.." He shakes his head rapidly, slapping his palm over his mouth as his ears burn. He sounds so needy.

Just like in your dream(s).

But even better. You think to yourself.

"What about this?" Your fingers trace the print of his cock slowly, as if you were trying to memorize his.. well, everything. Shin curses under his breath, rocking his hips back and forth.

He lifts his shirt up to get a better view (more like give you a better view, but he'd never admit that). You eye his body, from his pink nipples to the v-line trailing downwards. He tries his best to hide that shy grin that forms on his face.

"More, please." You lean forward to press a wet kiss to his bitten and bruised lips as a reward. He huffs out in response. You pull out your hand to, finally, free him of the clothing, only to leave his pants mid-thigh. Is this suppose to be some sort of restraint.

His chest heaves rapidly, impatiently. You leave a trail of kissing from his jaw to his chest, down his v-line and finally at the base of his cock. Shin watches eagerly with wide eyes.

You grasp at him, his twitching in your hand. It feels so hot, you can't help but tease him with a kiss to his leaking tip.

Mwah.

The action smears sticky, white goo against your lips and it seems to be making more of a mess when lick at your lips.

His mouth drops open at the lewd scene, but his heart warms up too.

How confusing he is.

You hum in pleasure as you lay your tongue flat against his slit, licking up more of his precum. Shin whimpers softly, pushing his hips further. More, more, more.

Knockknockknock.

The sound of rapid knocks break him out of his daze as you jolt up, surprised.

Oh drats! I'm going to pee myself!

"Lu!" Shin whisper yells to you as he scrambles to fix himself. He winces painfully as he hurries to find a hiding spot.

"(Naaaammeee), hurry please!!"

Oh god. He's dead.

note. they don't know how freaky I am 🤑💔

[darkromance-princess]

I'll Crawl Home To Her

Pro hero Katsuki Bakugou x Model reader - Katsuki has to do a modeling shoot for his birthday and things turn out better than he had expected.

This is Katsuki's Birthday post!!

Warnings: slight smutty feels (spicy photograghy) some small groping some inappropriate thoughts from reader and katsuki, reader breaks up with her boyfriend after he accuses her of sleeping with katsuki. Feels. SOFT KATSUKI! a lot of soft moments lots of soft touches.

word count: 2k

Bakugou had been modeling for nearly a year because they said he'd get more of the public's eye with it and him trying to be the #1 hero he needed the publicity and hated it until they paired him with you. You were like a breath of fresh air, soft skin that it looked like you glowed every time you two did a shoot together, you long elegant dark blue hair, your emerald green eyes always captivating his because they were so bright and held your emotions so clearly he also loved that you were a brat, the brat tamer in him living for putting you in your place anytime you bratted off. He loved that you were also very kind to him.

He loved that you had a big personality and weren't afraid to stand up for yourself. You and Katsuki were in the middle of a shoot his manager who posts all his media said that he needed to do a shoot for his 25th birthday and at first he told them to fuck off but as soon as his manager said he being doing it with you Bakugou had mumbled an agreement saying something along the lines of “ this better be worth it idiot” and with a roll of his eyes he was getting in his car driving to where you work and that's how he ended up in this situation you standing in front of him in a lowcut top and a ruffled mini-skirt with shorts under but they did nothing your ass nearly out in his face.

They had him in black slacks and a button up shirt with the first few buttons undone to show off his toned chest. You two were halfway through your shoot him semi hard because God you were so hot. You both turned your heads as you saw a security guard chasing someone furring your brows. You realized your stupid boyfriend was running up to you, and you met him halfway. Your heels were clicking along the tile floor. Bakugou couldn't take his eyes off your legs and with your ass poking out from your skirt made it so much harder.

Placing a hand on your hip you asked, “what are you doing at my work acting like a lunatic?” he didn't answer he just started yelling “what are you doing here with him?” he glared at Katsuki “again I'm at work we work together you act like I haven't told you this before” you rolled your eyes “are you sleeping with him?” you busted out laughing “no but to be honest I wish he's delicious.” you look back at Katsuki and winked he flushed a deep red. “And probably a lot better in bed than you are!” “Ugh you stupid bitch your always too much I can't deal with you” your boyfriend snarled at you

Bakugou taking a step towards you ready to defend you how dare he call you a bitch but before he could walk over to you, you put your hand up stopping him silently telling him you can deal with this. You take a deep breath before speaking “if you say I'm too much, baby go find less. If you can't keep up, stay below, I guess. If I'm such a big deal, maybe your too little.” holding up your hand your finger no more an inch apart, making a mocking pout on your face.

Katsuki chuckling at your insult. “I can see your working really hard. Out of breath, but your still at the start, honey please your breaking your own heart shooting for the stars shooting in the dark.’’ you were taking a jab at his job now you were going all in. “you-” before he could speak you cut him off “I should have seen the signs, you could never look me in the eye” you said as you grabbed the taller man's face and brought him face to face with you “ oh it so like you to put me down and your so fucking controlling too ugh” you groaned “ baby I ain't under any pressure, I remember you saying shit like this to me; ‘Doin to much, Puffin up your dress.’ ‘Where you goin' in that little white dress?’, ‘Who you’re doin all that work for?’ ‘Don't you wanna keep things private?’ ‘You’re so pretty when you’re so quiet can't you do it how I like it’ “Say this, do that.’.” you laughed sadly remembering how you felt when he said those things to you. “I can see why you held on so hard, not your fault it that it wasn't in the cards. Honey, please I’m sending warm regards in a box of your things in a black car if you say I'm too much, baby, find go less” you walked away towards Katsuki who has a proud grin on his face grabbing a hold of his face

and before you can second guess it you kiss him hard while snaking your fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of his neck you hear the camera start taking pictures but neither of you care Katsuki deepens the kiss growling into your mouth as he hears your whimper slip through your lips you both listen as your now ex-boyfriend is screaming being dragged out. Katsuki wraps his hand into your hair and tugging giving him access of your neck making you let out a small moan as he wraps his hand around your throat as he whispers in your ear “ god damn gorgeous your so fuckin hot,  you got an innocent face but dirty little mind a body like this should be a crime you took over my life without warning now I'm addicted to you, those long legs and I bet you taste so fuckin good I just wanna fuck around and make you mine you a baddie and a little bratty anyone would pay the bills just to hear you call em' daddy” you gasp “Katsuki” you say breathlessly he looks up seeing that all eyes are on you and him.

Removing his hands from your throat and hair he puts them on your waist protectively as the cameras keep taking pictures “send those to me and i swear to god if i find them in any magazine or social media page i will blow your asses up” he growls at the photographers. You giggle sweetly against his chest. The people in the room nod before rushing about. Katsuki picks you up by your thighs making you squeal wrapping your legs around him feeling his full-on hardness against your hot core a whimper climbs up your throat and you try to swallow it, but it escapes anyway, Katsuki chuckles at your reaction, “so mean to me Suuuki” you pout your voice a pitch higher normally. “oh you want me to be mean bunny I'll be mean” he says as he lands a swat on the back of your thigh.

You whine at the small amount of pain against your thigh “bunny?” you question. Katsuki smirks as he opens the door to his car getting in with you still in his lap now spreading his legs a bit so he can sit more comfortably he doesn't answer you as he tells his driver to take you two to his place. “Bunny because you remind me of a little bunny with her soft fur and her big innocent eyes and its easter so why not bunny and- “ he leans down to whisper in your ear “ -because bunnies fuck like crazy and they Breed Daddy’s going to breed you like a cute little fuck bunny” he growls into your ear as he feels your pussy clench around nothing as your breathing picks up “I want to clarify” you look at Katsuki cheeks flushed red nodding for him to continue as you bite your lip Katsuki takes his thumb running it against your bottom lip to stop you from biting it. “I don't want this to be a onetime thing with us, soak in my reason for breathin, don't tell me I want it I need it I need you I've been slowly falling in love with you over the past year, your laugh, your smile, your eyes, the way you look at me, I want you to meet my old hag and I want you for the rest of my life I want to spend this birthday and all the ones after until I'm rotting in the ground with you and only you. As for you idiot ex if he loved you he would tell you, if he missed you he would’ve called if he wanted you to meet his mom he would’ve brought you home there aint no excuse he aint Mr. Misunderstood quit lying to yourself if he wanted to he would’ve ” he lifts your chin seeing tears flowing he wipes them with his thumb cooing at you “its ok bunny everything will be ok” he pets your hair as you cry into his shirt sniffling catches his ears after a few minutes you look up at him dabbing your cheeks “Thank you Katsuki” he just smiles and kisses your forehead.

As you two pull up to his gorgeous house he holds your hand as you step out of the vehicle. “ oh Katsuki wow this is amazing I may be a model and make good money but I still only live in an apartment it nice but still this is like one of my dream homes” you say as your eyes sparkle as you walk through his house you hear his ai cameras greet him home “ welcome home Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite”, you look at him shocked as still hold his hand, you make eye contact with him as you bust out laughing.  Rolling his eyes he drags you to his bedroom his smell engulfing you and acting like a cozy blanket around your heart. “As much as I love you in this outfit, I think you would look much better in this” he holds up one of his old tee-shirts that he used to wear in his high school days he set the shirt on the bed, and he trails his fingers along the bottom of your shirt “May I?” Katsuki asks, you smile and softly agree as he redresses you his gaze is filled with nothing but fondness and love, his hands grazing across your body like your glass as he slips you out of your mini skirt leaving you in just your underwear he slips his tee-shirt over your head.

“Fuck you do look good in my clothes fuck the clothes they have you wear during shoots just wear my clothes” you giggle standing on your tip toes no longer in your heels you press a kiss to his cheeks. “Your short I could just throw you” Katsuki said teasingly you squeal as you book it into his living room running as your laughing fills his home. He smiles as he chases after you catching you pretty easily throwing you over his shoulder “ahh Katsuki I’m not wearing pants” you whine. He just chuckles as he lightly swats your ass, carrying you to the kitchen he sits you down on the counter asking his Alexa to play some soft music. As work song by Hozier fills your ears you start to sing “Boys workin on empty, is that the way you face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat” you softly sang as you smile up at Katsuki as he joined you “cause my baby’s sweet as she can be gives me toothaches just from Kissin me when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave can hold my body down ill crawl home to her” Katsuki gently brushes his fingers over your cheeks cupping it as he leans in brushing his lips over yours feeling his breath over your lips you softly connect yours with his slowing sliding your hand into his hair. Katsuki's hands pushes up his tee-shirt as he circles his thumb over your hip bone you both smile into the kiss you pull away slowly lips still touching you mutter against his “Happy Birthday love” 

The rest of the night is with you spent in Katsuki's arms as he teaches you how to make one of his favorite meals you had begged him to let you cook him a meal because he's the birthday boy, but he said no way in hell muttering something about how he's the chef and he does all the cooking. You just giggled and cuddled closer. After dinner and cleaning up you both decided a movie would be nice so you both cuddled up under a blanket and a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table; thirty minutes later you were asleep in Bakugo's lap as he played with your hair, it smelled like peaches due to your shampoo he smiled as he turned off the tv and gently got up laying your head on the couch as he threw out the last of the popcorn he walks back over to you curled up like a little bunny he takes his phone out of his pocket and makes sure the flash is off so it doesn't wake you up as he takes a picture of your sleeping form, setting it to his wallpaper he slides it back into his pocket he carefully picks you up bridal style “ let's go to bed bunny” he smiles as he carries you upstairs to his room setting you on his bed he watches as you sink into it comfortably brushing your hair out of your face he just sits next to you for a moment admiring your beauty and hoping his kids look like you. Kissing your forehead, he gets up to take a quick shower to wash off the day once he's clean he finds clean boxers and crawls into bed with you wrapping his arms around you pulling you into his chest he whispers into the silent room “I’ll crawl home to you.”

[lemotmo]

Now that's been a few days and I've had a chance to talk to literally anybody that would listen, the thing that bugs me about Bobby's death is that it requires an intense amount of denial and extreme belief in TV magic. Hen had an open wound and she was in the same room as Chimney - if Bobby contracted the virus through a hole in his breathing apparatus, then Hen definitely should have. That's what annoys me about Bobby's death. I have to ignore the logistics to make Bobby's death make sense. And that should never happen when it's a main character's death.

Now as much as Bobby is a literal Schrodinger's Cat right now, he's alive. We just don't have confirmation. Schrodinger's Bobby is very much alive - I don't know in what capacity, but he's survived this. I'm ignoring all the articles and posts and purely looking at it through the lens of the episode. They made Bobby's death too vague. They showed an overhead shot of him and then them rolling out a body bag - they didn't do the traditional shot of zipping the body bag over Bobby's body, they just showed the bag. That amount of vagueness means that Bobby is alive. Now when will they reveal that? Hopefully before the season finale. But he's alive.

I had the chance to rewatch the episode and I caught something - The CEO called 911 for Moira Blake. What for? We're never told because Athena and Buck's goal of obtaining the antiviral before the military does steamrolls that. But if I had to make an educated guess on why the CEO called 911, it was because of what Moira said before it cut to black - she mentioned in her pitch that her antiviral could was tested on an superstrain of CCHF, and when the CEO mentioned that no one had a superstrain of CCHF, she said, they will. She has no reason to believe that anyone in the lab contracted the virus, at least not to the extent of a deadly outbreak. And obtaining CCHF without access to a lab can not be easy, especially since BSL-4 labs aren't that common - there are only 13 in the states and on top of that, not every one will deal with CCHF. (The one that Moira worked at is fictional) So, either Moira believed that she could regain access to a lab facility again, or that the current lab would let her back or she stole the virus as well as the antiviral. But either way, if this set off alarm bells in the CEO's head, it definitely did in the FBI and military's. This strain of CCHF, while not pandemic material, is deadly and can cause severe outbreaks. It makes sense that the government would want to get ahead on finding a treatment for this superstrain of the virus. And then I saw this post you reblogged (https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/781480150349037568) and it further confirms my theory. They're worried about this strain of CCHF being turned into a biological weapon and of course, they're going to test treatments on the one person who hasn't been treated and still has the strain of the virus.

Have a Great Day!!!

Oh wow! You have been cooking! 🤗 Thank you for sharing your spec with me!

Yeah, nothing about that two parter episode made any sense. That includes Bobby's death. It took him hours to show any symptoms, while Chimney had them straight away.

I'm really curious where all of this is leading us. I'm quite convinced that Bobby is still alive, but there are so many theories out there and all of them are plausible in some ways.

It'll be a looooooong two weeks. 🙄

I cannot wait for that episode!

[alpaca-clouds]

I really, really wish that anthropology was a part of general education - and be it just because I wanna bang my head against the wall given the big lacks in anthropological knowledge people show when talking about all sorts of issues. Both in terms of cultural anthropology, and biological anthropology.

No, a matriarchy is not "like a patriarchy, but the other way around". Because the patriarchy has developed the way it did with the goal to ensure the patrilinear inheritance - which only works when women only sleep with one men. As matriarchies usually are concerned with matrilinear inheritence, they tend to not control men anywhere near as much as patriarchy controls women, because a mother generally will know which children were born by her. So what if her husband fools around with other women? It does not matter in a matriarchy.

Yes, matriarchies existed all around the world. Yes, they even did so fairly recently. Main reason for them not existing in any notable degree today is colonialism. While, yes, there were way more patriarchies than matriarchies that we are aware of, the usual thought is that this goes back to the first point. Due to matriarchies being low control, and patriarchies being high control, matriarchies can divert into patriarchies more easily than the other way around.

Yes, queer people - including trans people and third (as well as forth and fifth and sixth and so on) genders - were around for as long as we are aware off. So at least for 5000 years. But it stands to reason longer, especially as we absolutely did uncover older graves that implied some form of trans person there. Because other than what transphobes claim, archeologists generally will first judge a grave and the gender of the inhabitant by the grave goods included - and often then will later go surprised Pikachu, when they further look into the skeleton and find it not lining up with the presumed sex.

And also, yes, pretty much all homo sapiens have mammory glands and technically are capable of feeding infants. No matter the sex. Yes, it happens that afab people in general will a) produce milk after giving birth due to natural processes, and b) have more developed mammory glands than amab people, meaning they can more efficiently nurse a child. Doesn't mean amab people cannot do it at all. And of course, in general: trans men giving birth can, if they did not have the glands removed during top surgery. Also: always remember that more then enough cis women struggle to nurse their child and always have. There is a reason wetnurses existed.

And yes, this is very much about some hot "feminist" takes I have read. Like, girls, the least you could do for your feminism is read some actual books on history, before you loudly proclaim wrong information.

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9 or 13 caseyvale? perhaps?

13. Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions — casey/vale, 576 words

“Would you pet my head again?” The little blond thing hanging off his arm asks him. Valentino laughs, caught off guard.

“You want me to pet you? ‘Again,’ you say, when did I do that?” 

“In Qatar,” Casey Stoner, terribly young and terribly drunk and glowing with it, says, very seriously. “When I beat you!”

Casey remembers Qatar a little differently, Valentino imagines. You never forget your first, or something like that. Although, based on how much of Casey's weight he's carrying at the moment, he's probably not going to retain much of this night. To be fair, he's doing categorically better than Valentino was when he won his 500cc championship. He'd already been with at least two hookers before they'd even made it to the club, back then, and he hadn't sobered up for at least month after that.

The 21-year-old clinging to his tshirt has probably never met a hooker in his life, if Valentino had to guess. It's probably for the best.

“Allora, and you want me to do it again?” He hums, still amused.

Casey grins up at him, bright, pale, hazy. “You’re Valentino Rossi.”

Like many things do these days, this year, it makes Valentino’s stomach feel weird. He's been feeling weird all night, really, though he's blaming it on all the ridiculous Ducati red giving him a headache, and not the creeping fear that maybe he's getting a little old to be partying like this. 

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team?” He changes the subject. “It is a big deal, you know, to be their first.” On the far side of the club, opposite the exit, Loris is trying to teach a group of businessmen and a few of Casey’s mechanics an old Italian drinking song, to varying degrees of success. He scans the rest of the tables, taking in the sea of red, and for a brief, inexplicable moment, he finds himself looking for Sete. Christ.

Casey’s dramatic sigh pulls him out of his head in an instant. He tucks himself even further under Valentino’s arm, training a look he knows very well up at him, blinking slowly. Valentino knows all his tricks, can see the thoughts processing on his face in real time, and yet he finds himself giving in, relenting. Bringing a hand around to gently tap the soft, fine strands on the top of Casey’s head. He’s a little sweaty—four hours in a Tokyo nightclub will do that to anyone, really, and young champions especially. Even on a Monday.

“It’s not flattery, you know?” Casey says, apropos of nothing. His eyes are still closed. “My shirt.”

“Hmm? What’s that?” Valentino bites, curiosity getting the better of him. What he should really be doing, instead of petting the kid who just thoroughly destroyed him for fifteen races straight, is finding someone who can get him safely back to his hotel.

Casey pulls away, finally, and Valentino’s hand falls limply to his side as the full force of those icey blue eyes focus entirely on him. He wonders, idly, if this is how Biaggi or—Sete, even, used to feel, and the idea of it is so horrifying that he takes an involuntary step back. 

“You really were one of my heroes,” Casey says, earnestly.

Fuck, Valentino thinks, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat. Past-tense. Something Sete once told him swims in the back of his mind, about athletes, and dying twice. That sounds about right.