#this one was really fun !! thank you for the request :]

[lazysoulwriter]

not your nephew! - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you for sending, babe. hope you like it.

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It all started because Pedro thought you were too perfect to be single.

"Mi sobrino would love you," he said, mouth full of empanada, pointing at you like he'd cracked the code to your love life.

You blinked at him over your wine glass. "Pedro, he's twenty-two."

"And you’re—?"

"Twenty-eight."

"That's not illegal!" He grinned like he'd just solved a Rubik’s cube. You, meanwhile, seriously considered shoving him off his own couch.

Pedro had always been a little too involved in your dating life for someone who allegedly didn’t care. But this? Setting you up with his awkward, baby-faced nephew who called TikTok a “lifestyle platform”? It was pushing it.

Still, you agreed. Because how do you say no to Pedro Pascal when he looks at you with those big brown eyes and that stupid little smirk?

Answer: you don’t.

So you met the nephew. He was nice. Sweet, even. But he spent twenty minutes talking about protein powders and said Marvel peaked with Eternals, so... yeah. No sparks. Not even a flicker.

Pedro looked shocked when you told him. "But you're both cute and weirdly obsessed with almond milk! I thought it was fate!"

You laughed. “Almond milk is not a personality trait.”

Weeks passed. Pedro stopped playing Cupid, but now every time you were alone, something felt... off. Charged. Like the air got heavier when he sat too close. Like your heart skipped when he ruffled your hair or called you “sweetheart” in that gruff, teasing way.

Maybe it was just you. Crushing. Quietly. Painfully. On your best friend who thought you were good enough for his nephew, but not for him.

Until one night, after a movie marathon and too many shared blankets, you just... cracked.

You turned to him, cheeks warm and voice small. “Can I tell you something dumb?”

Pedro muted the TV, blinking. “Always.”

“I think I—” You paused. “I had a crush on your nephew.”

He raised a brow. “Really? You had a crush?”

“Yeah.” You looked down. “But I got over it. ‘Cause I realized it wasn’t really him.”

Pedro shifted. “Then who?”

You took a breath. “You.”

Silence. Then a little laugh — almost disbelieving.

“Me? Me?” He pointed at himself like you'd just nominated him for prom king. “I’m— I’m old.”

You smiled nervously. “Yeah, but you’re Pedro.”

He blinked again. “But I have back pain. And I use eye cream now. And I talk about mortgages for fun.”

You shrugged. “I still like you.”

He stared. Then, slowly, his mouth curved into that soft, crooked smile that made your stomach flip.

“Well,” he said, “I guess I’ll have to stop setting you up with my entire bloodline then.”

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[moondustbaby]

Too Much, Never You

Bsf!Rafe x Bsf!Reader Angst to fluff

a/n: based on this request! 💌

Summary: When you overhear Rafe calling you clingy at a party, the words stick like splinters, unraveling something fragile between them. But when the truth finally comes out, you learn maybe you were never too much—just exactly where you belonged.

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You weren’t eavesdropping.

You really weren’t.

It was just bad timing—walking back into the kitchen at the exact moment Rafe said, “She’s just so clingy sometimes, man.”

You froze, fingers tightening around the red solo cup in your hand, breath catching in your throat before you could even think to hide it. The words hit like a slap, sinking into your chest and pulling the air from your lungs.

Topper laughed, but it sounded far away now. “Yeah, but that’s just her, right?”

And Rafe—your best friend since diapers, since scraped knees and late-night sleepovers—just shrugged. Didn’t defend you. Didn’t correct him.

You backed out of the room like a ghost, slipping through the hall and out onto the porch, blinking hard as the warm summer night pressed in around you.

Clingy. That’s what he thought. That’s what he said.

It shouldn’t have hurt so much. But it did.

You barely remember the ride home—just that you didn’t say goodbye, didn’t answer his texts. And by the next morning, he was on your porch.

He knocked once before pushing the door open like he always did. “Okay, seriously—what’s going on with you?”

You didn’t answer, just stayed curled on the couch in his hoodie, arms wrapped tight around your knees. He sighed, walking over until he was standing in front of you, hands on his hips like he was gearing up for a lecture.

But when you finally looked up at him—eyes glassy and tired—his whole face changed.

“What happened?” he asked, voice soft now. “Did someone say something to you?”

“You did,” you whispered.

Rafe’s brows furrowed, crouching down in front of you. “What are you talking about?”

You swallowed thickly. “I heard you last night. In the kitchen. With Topper. You said I was clingy.”

His eyes widened like the puzzle pieces just snapped into place. “Fuck. That’s not—God, no. That’s not what I meant.”

You blinked at him, unsure whether to believe it.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated but desperate. “Topper was talking about that girl he hooked up with—how she kept showing up everywhere after one night. I said you’re different. I said—she’s clingy in a weird way, but you—I don’t even know how to explain it. You’re not clingy. You’re mine. It’s like… you being around isn’t something I get tired of. It’s something I need.”

Your breath hitched. “Then why didn’t you say that?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” he said instantly. “And I didn’t know I hurt you.”

You sniffled, biting your lip. “You didn’t even correct him.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” he said softly. “You’re my best friend. I thought… I thought you knew how much you mean to me.”

You stared at him, heart still aching—but something softer started to push through the cracks.

“Don’t ever say that about yourself again,” he added, brushing your knee. “Clingy? You could call me at 3AM needing to be held like a damn teddy bear and I’d thank you for it.”

A small laugh escaped your lips despite yourself. “You’re such a sap.”

He smiled, eyes warm. “Only for you.”

And when you finally leaned into his arms, burying your face in his chest, you realized it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought.

You weren’t too much for him.

You never had been.

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a/n: ahhh this broke my heart a bit, but also fun to write! especially since i posted my clingy bsf!rafe headcanons it was fun to see it from this perspective!

♥️ lani

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ok, so this is my first time requesting ever so... if you could write something about younger brother lando (around 8 yo) being made fun of at school and older sisster reader comforting him (i'm talking about your older sister au ) if you don't write it it's completely fine just wanna say i really love you wrok 💗

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Lando Norris x older sister!reader

summary: lando comes home upset after being made fun of at school. reader finds him and comforts him in the way only an older sister can.

warnings: bullying mention, protective older sister energy

A/N: AHHH im glad i could be ur first request ever :) hope it lives up to wiat u expected. thank u sm, baby. i was going to make this much longer but i’ve been writing for like 4 maybe 5 hours straight WHOOPS. again thank u for the request, happy reading and i love u ❤️

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home film #11 (out of a gazillion)- found in a cardboard box labelled ‘memories’

(recorded: norris family home, bristol)

timestamp: 3:03 pm 11-15-2007

the clip starts mid-focus, camera pointed at the hallway, picking up footsteps—quick ones, heavy ones—and then the slam of the front door. lando rushes in, head down, backpack nearly falling off his shoulders. it’s raining outside, his socks are slightly damp, and he doesn’t even say hi.

the camera shakes as someone picks it up—adam’s voice murmurs something about “what’s got into him?” before the screen cuts to the living room.

you’re already there, curled up on the couch with a snack and a book, still in your school uniform. you barely look up until lando stomps through, dropping his bag with a thud.

“lando?” you ask.

he doesn’t answer. he just mumbles something under his breath and disappears into the hallway.

cut.

the next shot is more still. you’re holding the camcorder now, awkwardly pointing it at yourself like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to use it. the angle shifts wildly before settling just outside your bedroom.

you knock once, gently. “hey.”

no response.

“i know you’re in there.”

a sniffle.

your voice much softer now, “bean? can i come in?”

a beat. then, a quiet little “yeah.”

the video cuts again, and when it comes back, you’ve set the camera on your desk. it’s angled slightly crooked, catching you and lando sitting on your bed. he’s curled up, knees to his chest, eyes red and puffy.

“they said my teeth are weird.. that the gap is ugly,” he says quietly. “and that my voice is squeaky. and that i’m too short.”

you blink, something in your face hardening—not at him, but at the thought of whoever said it (murder is wrong murdering is wrong murder is wrong murder is wrong). “that’s stupid.”

lando shrugs, trying to act like he doesn’t care. “it’s true though.”

you shake your head. “your voice is fine. everyone’s voice is squeaky at eight. and your teeth are just your baby teeth. they’re perfect as is, sweet like dads. and being short doesn’t matter.”

“easy for you to say.”

you nudge his knee gently. “hey. i get picked on too sometimes. for different stuff. people are mean when they’re bored.”

lando doesn’t reply. just looks down again, and you reach over, pulling his hoodie hood up over his head.

“you’re cool,” you say firmly. “you’re funny, and you’re smart. you’re literally my favorite person.”

he peeks up at you.

“really?”

“yes, really. don’t tell the others.” you smile. “now do you want me to punch them or what?”

lando giggles for the first time.

“maybe.”

you wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a sideways hug. “just ignore them, alright? or tell me. i’ll handle it.”

he leans into you, sniffling again, but this time a little softer.

the video fades out just as you toss him one of your stuffed animals and say, “you’re cooler than all of them. trust me.”

fade to black.

THE END :>

[sh4nksslvt]

hellooo I really like your work and would like to request some angst

maybe like reader dies or gets close to it. some more uncommon charcters too like nami, usopp, or franky please!!

thank you for really cool work and I hope you can do this!!

hii! thank u sm~ oohh~ thats a great idea, ive decided to put them all together, hope u like it!

What Remains

The Straw Hats survive a Marine superweapon test — but only because you don’t. You made a choice to save them all, and they didn’t see it coming.

strawhats x platonic gn! reader tags: angst, sfw, ooc, major character death, platonic bonds, grief a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe word count: 1k

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Smoke curled upward from the scorched ruins of the Marine testing island. The sky was dim, bleeding orange as the sun tried and failed to burn away the choking clouds.

They found your body beneath the collapsed structure—arms still raised like you were shielding the others even in death.

It wasn’t the injuries that broke them. It was the look on your face.

Peaceful.

Like you knew.

ONE WEEK EARLIER.

"These weapons..." Franky said, examining the diagrams. "They’re worse than anything Vegapunk ever dreamed up. They’re built to erase islands."

“And they’re testing them here?” Nami’s voice trembled with disbelief.

Usopp peered over the map. “That’s not all. Some of this... it’s Poneglyph script. These freaks are mixing history with firepower.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just stared at the map. Quiet. Calm. Like a storm on the horizon no one else had seen yet.

“We have to stop this,” you said.

Of course, everyone agreed.

But none of them saw what you saw. None of them realized the cost yet.

Not even you.

THE BATTLE.

The Straw Hats split into teams. Luffy and Zoro drew the front lines away. Robin sabotaged the comms. Brook and Jinbei distracted the guards. Chopper tended to wounded civilians trying to escape.

You were supposed to go in with Franky and Usopp.

You didn’t.

You slipped away the moment they weren’t looking, whispering your last words to Nami before disappearing into the smoke.

“I trust you. Don’t look back.”

You found the core buried deep underground.

A thrumming vault of seastone and ancient script, glowing with stolen knowledge and raw destruction.

You knew what it meant.

You could read the Poneglyph fragments embedded in the weapons.

You knew what would happen if they were activated.

So you made a choice.

A selfish, irreversible choice.

You overloaded the core.

THE AFTERMATH.

When the blast hit, it carved a crater into the earth.

Luffy felt it first—his scream carried across the island like a cannon blast. “(Y/N)!!”

Franky’s stomach dropped. He bolted toward the smoke, ignoring everything—orders, pain, fire.

Usopp followed. Nami, too. She didn’t even speak. Her Clima-Tact sparked wildly, emotions bleeding into weather.

They dug with bare hands and bleeding fingers.

And finally, they found you.

Still. Burned. Crushed.

But unmistakably you.

And unmistakably gone.

THE SUNNY.

Franky hadn’t spoken in two days.

He sat in the engine room, back turned to everyone, arms blackened with soot and oil. He worked until his hands bled, building gods knew what.

Chopper had tried to check on him. Franky didn’t even look up.

Usopp wandered the deck in silence, eyes red, mouth dry. He hadn’t told a single story since they left the island.

He’d tried. He opened his mouth once to make a joke, and nothing came out.

So he just sat with your grave marker, talking to it like you were there.

And Nami—Nami was broken in a way no one had ever seen.

She didn’t cry loudly. She didn’t scream. She just shut down.

She went days without food. Sat curled in the crow’s nest, staring out to sea, clutching the note you left her in your final moments.

"Don’t look back."

She hated you for it.

She loved you for it.

She never stopped shaking.

NIGHT.

Luffy stood by the railing, his hat pulled low, wind in his face.

Sanji stood beside him in silence.

“You knew they were gonna die,” Luffy said suddenly. His voice wasn’t angry. It was hollow.

Sanji lit a cigarette, fingers shaking. “I knew they weren’t coming back.”

Luffy didn’t answer.

“They saved all of us,” Sanji added after a long pause.

“I didn’t want saving,” Luffy whispered.

Then he turned and walked away.

FRANKY.

The machine he was building exploded.

He didn’t flinch.

Robin found him hours later, crouched beside the wreckage, staring into space.

“They’d have slapped me for this,” he said quietly.

Robin knelt beside him. “For what?”

“For not stopping them.”

“They knew what they were doing.”

“That doesn’t make it easier.”

Robin placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It never does.”

USOPP.

He buried the dials you used in a small, unmarked box.

Every trap you helped him design, every gadget you tweaked. Gone. Hidden away like a secret.

“I’m never going to be that brave,” he whispered.

Then he broke.

Ugly, shaking sobs that echoed across the deck.

NAMI.

She didn’t speak for three days.

Then, she found Franky. Slammed him into a wall.

“You let them go alone!” she screamed.

Franky didn’t fight back. “I know.”

“YOU PROMISED—YOU PROMISED ME THEY’D COME BACK—!”

He wrapped his arms around her mid-swing, held her as she sobbed, her fists pounding against his chest until they were too weak to lift.

ONE WEEK LATER.

Luffy called everyone to the deck.

No one knew why.

When they arrived, they found him standing in front of a small, newly-built monument.

A single beam of the destroyed fortress. Carved with your name.

And beneath it—your jacket. Cleaned. Pressed. Folded neatly.

Luffy didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

They stood together. Silent.

One by one, they left offerings.

Sanji placed a bottle of sake.

Robin left a single violet flower.

Chopper tied a string of charms around the wood.

Zoro leaned his sword against it for a moment. A quiet nod of respect.

Brook played a low, mournful tune on his violin.

Jinbei lit a lantern and pushed it into the sea.

Usopp placed a small slingshot on the beam.

Franky left a blueprint.

And Nami… Nami placed your note. The last one you ever wrote.

“Don’t look back.”

She whispered, “I’m going to.”

Then she walked away.

.

.

.

They kept your room the way it was.

No one said it aloud—but they all visited.

Nami would sit on your bed when the nightmares came.

Usopp would fix the shelves you always overloaded with junk.

Franky recharged your tools every week, even though you weren’t there to use them.

And Luffy…

Luffy would sit on the figurehead, facing forward, holding your jacket in his lap.

He never cried where anyone could see.

But the jacket was always warm.

As if it still remembered you.

[pome-seed]

Hello there! Hopefully I can supply your demand for a Bucky Barnes request haha. I agree and love that you also think that Bucky’s hair is so pretty when it’s really long so could you please write a one shot/imagine (I’m awful with fanfic terminology so whatever you want to do, do that haha); where Bucky is married to the reader and he has become very interested in taking care of his long hair? The reader would be the only other person besides Bucky who can touch his hair of course hahaha. If this inspires you to write, then perfect! But if not or you just don’t like this idea feel free to just skip over this completely. Hope you’re doing well!

Pairing: Married!Bucky Barnes x Married!Reader

Summary: An intimate night in with Bucky, bathed in candlelight, you teach him how to care for his long hair.

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors Note: Thank you anon, I thought this was a very cute idea!! I hope I made something you could enjoy. <3

Low candle light flickered at the edge of the tub, bathing the room in a soft glow. Water sloshed gently as you spread the tiny suds down Bucky’s chest. He rolled his head back onto your shoulder, a lazy grin on his lips. 

“What flavor is this one?” His voice rumbled quietly in the intimate space. 

“It's a scent, not flavor,” you teased, shifting your knees wider around Bucky’s hips. “Rose and citrus.” You hummed, brushing your lips over his temple.

He hummed appreciatively, his fingers dancing up and down your calves beneath the water. “Scent, right.” His eyes slid closed. “You buy too many of those” 

You pinched his chest, arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. He snickered quietly. “Don’t poke fun at my hobbies.”

“Soap is your hobby?” He lifted a brow.

“Is it a crime to like things that smell good?” You huffed.

“Mm, no,” he shifted, raking his long hair back with his fingers. “Cause I like you, and you smell delicious,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your throat. 

You rolled your eyes and dragged your lips over his in a soft kiss. It was nights like these that you looked forward to. Nothing complicated, nothing to worry about, just each other, together. 

You used to think there was nothing sexy or cute about bathing with someone else, considering how awkward it could be. But that was until you met Bucky. And it shifted. It wasn’t about being sexy, or desirable, it was about intimacy. About being close and vulnerable and relaxed.

And Bucky always seemed to love taking a bath with you. It gave him an excuse to lay back in your arms and tease your collections of bubbly soap. 

“Alright, sit up.” You gently pushed him. He groaned, sliding further into the water. “Up, up.”

He sat up a little straighter, making the water dip and trickle. You raked your eyes over the expanse of his muscular back before forcing yourself to focus. 

You ran your fingers through his long dark hair, the edges almost meeting his shoulders. His eyes rolled back as he suppressed a shiver. He always loved when you played with his hair. 

Years ago, he cut his hair short, nearly buzzed. It was an act of freedom and self assurance. It made him feel clean and new. It was different, and it was his. 

And then he met you. You always had this habit of dragging your nails down the base of his neck, through the short cropped hairs. You loved to pick and tug at the little hairs as they grew longer. 

Bucky once heard that hair holds memories. That fact used to scare him. Until he met you. Where he found safety in your hands and love in your heart. And slowly, he started growing his hair out again. 

In some way, he liked the idea of his body holding the memory of you.

You rubbed shampoo into your palms, watching the suds grow. “Close your eyes.” You whispered from behind him, pushing your fingers into his thick locks of hair. He hummed quietly and tilted his head back for you. 

You massaged the bubbles into his scalp, gently scratching. He always loved when you washed his hair. You pulled his head back a little further and scooped water into your palms to wash out the soap.

“I should start charging you for this,” You smirked.

“I dunno ‘f I can afford you.” He snickered when you tugged at his hair. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You poured a generous amount of conditioner into your hands, then stroked it into the ends of his hair. 

“Everything I could ever say about you is a compliment.” He started to turn to look at you but you turned his face back forward. 

“Getting sweet with me?” You shook your hands into the water to wash off the residue of the conditioner as you let it sit. 

“I’m trying.” He huffed. You chuckled, leaning closer to drag your lips down his shoulder. He hummed quietly, arching his neck to give you room. 

You rested your forehead against his back, taking a moment to savor the warmth of the bath. His palms slid up to your knees, fingers tracing lines on your soft skin. 

“Sweetheart?” He called to you, smiling at the crown of your head. 

“Mm?”

“Fallin’ asleep on me?” He stroked your outer thigh.

“Mm-mm.” You shook your head. You pressed your face to the broad expanse of his muscular back. “You smell good.” You muttered against his skin. 

He chuckled, the vibrations traveling into your chest from where you pressed into him. “Citrus and rose.”

“Mm, great taste.” You whispered, dragging your palms around his waist to tickle over his stomach. You trickled warm water over his sternum.

“Mhm,” He hummed.

You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his nape before pulling back. “Tilt your head back, baby.” You instructed. He always listened to you so easily. You began rinsing out the length of his hair, detangling the strands with your fingers. 

By the time you were finished, the candles were beginning to flicker. Bucky reached for a little tub of hair product on the floor. He started reading the ingredients while you combed his locks. 

Recently, Bucky had become increasingly interested in learning to style his long hair. Usually, he just toweled it off and let it go, or pulled it up in a short pony tail. Always a little frizzy, always a little tangled. But that was just Bucky.

But one day, he started sticking around to watch you do your hair after a bath; his eyes sparked with curiosity. You tried not to smile, but you loved how innocently wonderful he found things, sometimes. 

So you started showing him your hair care steps, and told him all about the different hair products you use. 

“Mkay baby, you’re good to go.” You whispered, shimmying around him to stand. Bucky tilted his head back to look at you, water streaking down your stomach and dripping down your hips. He curved a hand around the back of your knee and pressed a kiss to your thigh.

You giggled, shaking him off as you grabbed your towel. “C’mon, lemme show you what to do.”

He smiled and climbed out after you. He didn’t bother with a towel at first, water pooling at his feet. You shrieked when he yanked you back against his chest. You giggled as he peppered kisses along your throat as you busied your hands with finding a comb.

“You better get a towel before you flood this bathroom,” You scolded gently. 

He groaned, biting your shoulder playfully before pulling back. He yanked down his towel and patted himself down, then wrapped it around his hips. “Alright, what now?” He looked at you through the mirror.

“Okay, so this is a leave-in conditioner. It keeps your hair soft and makes it hold styles a little easier. You have little waves in your hair, so I think it’ll look nice.” You handed him the tub of cream.

He nodded thoughtfully. “How much do I use?” He popped off the lid.

“Not much, just like, about a dimes worth.” You watched him rub the little scoop of product into his palms. He followed your instructions and raked it into the ends of his hair. 

“You can scrunch your hair a bit to accentuate your waves, if you wanna see it get more defined.” You told him, smiling at the little furrow in his brow. He seemed so focused. 

Once he was finished, he looked so proud. 

“What next?” He wiped his palms on the towel that hung low on his hips. 

“Well, if you wanna use the hair dryer, I recommend using a little heat protectant- I have these two.” You pulled out a sample size spray bottle, and your usual product. “Just spray an even coat.”

He nodded and plucked your usual spray from the counter. You stepped back so he wouldn't spray you. “Then I comb it, right?” He took the brush from your hand. “So the product is even,” he muttered to himself.

You bit back a smile and nodded. “Mhm, just right.” You watched him, his focused frown pulling softly as he brushed his hair, then scrunched it. You loved how dedicated he was to the small things. 

Once he was done, you showed him the best way to dry his hair so it wouldn’t get frizzy. You skipped over any gel or mousse since you would be heading to bed soon after.

While he dried his hair, you slipped your rings back on and went to change. Bucky didn’t take his ring off in the bath. He refused to ever be without it. 

The idea made your stomach flutter, even after all that time.

Life with him was still new and fresh and beautiful, no matter how much time passed. 

Bucky reaffirmed that as he scooped you into his arms and flattened you out on the bed that night, a grin on his lips as he kissed down your collar. 

“‘S it look good?” He asked, peeking up at you as he pulled your towel loose. His hair, still a bit damp, was fluffy and soft with gentle waves. 

“Looks perfect.” You brushed your thumb along the stubble on his jaw. “Always perfect.”

A/N: I love reading your requests tehe

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Hi I would love to read what you would write based on my request: The girl is a strong woman who is stressed out by working a lot. She is the captain of a special division of the shield. Her personality is sarcastic and serious. She doesn't hide the fact that she has a crush on Bucky. At night everyone goes to Steve's birthday party, Tony organized a party with a "40s" theme, everyone dressed as they did back then. What would Bucky think when he saw YN dressed like he did in his time? Thanks!!

hi sweetheart, thank you SO MUCH for this request. this is really short but i had a lot of fun with it! ♥

Steve's birthday party is packed into the ballroom of a midtown hotel with vaulted ceilings, tall windows overlooking the nighttime cityscape, and an overhead banner proclaiming "Happy Birthday Cap!" in red, white, and blue letters. There are tables laden with food along the perimeter of the room, a dance floor in the center and probably much more than Steve was hoping for when he agreed to this, but Bucky is certain Tony has never met a special occasion he didn't want to over-celebrate.

"Hello, handsome." A silky voice caresses the back of Bucky's neck.

He's not taken off guard often. He's supersoldier trained, preternaturally aware of his surroundings at all times, so eternally vigilant that sometimes he barely sleeps.

But you...you're a menace in more ways than one.

He turns and sort of wishes he hadn't.

You're dressed to the nines in a (so help him God) red dress that leaves him scrambling for polite words, complete with ruby-red lips and shiny high heels that bring you closer to his eye level than should be allowed.

Bucky swallows around the sudden knot in his throat. He's a hard man to fluster. He's fought wars, seen things most people couldn't begin to comprehend and, modesty aside, used to get more than his fair share of attention from ladies back in the day. Yet, for whatever reason, you in your '40s version seems to have short-circuited something in his brain.

"You..." He clears his throat. "Uh...you clean up nice."

Nice? Is that the best he can do? You, in your victory curls and bold lipstick, looking like you belong on a silver screen, and he says nice?

"Why, thank you," you say.

"A real doll." Maybe that's better.

Your eyes widen at the compliment like you weren't expecting it, and now Bucky is feeling a little proud of himself.

"Where did you find this outfit?" He's glad he asked, because he gets to watch your eyes light up when you smile, all wide and excited in a way he'd never have associated with your much more professional Captain persona.

"It's amazing what you can find online nowadays," you spread your arms, twirl, and he's pretty sure that, if he hasn't made a fool of himself yet, he probably will soon. "What do you think? Am I authentic enough for this shindig?"

"Oh yeah. Authentic as they come." He gives you an exaggerated once over and then leans in to whisper conspiratorially. "You look like a pin-up."

"Do I? Would you buy my picture?"

You tilt your head back to look up at him with the prettiest eyes Bucky has ever seen. He shrugs. "Doll, I'd buy a whole calendar."

You giggle at that, giggle. The sound of it wraps around Bucky's heart and squeezes. You're too much, more siren than woman, he's convinced, smiling up at him like you know exactly what's going through his head and are thrilled by it.

"Now, now, don't tease."

"Not teasing."

Your hand has crept onto his arm (his flesh-and-blood one, even). "Steve says you used to be quite the ladies' man back in the day."

"Yeah? What else did he say?"

"Just that you're actually very sweet under all this grump and that I shouldn't give up just yet."

Maybe he's not as good at this as he remembers. He doesn't recall ever having a woman making such blatant advances while he sputtered like a fish on land...but it is nice to feel wanted. He really hopes he's not blushing like a kid.

He flashes you his most charming smile. "And are you? Giving up, I mean?"

"Oh no, Sergeant." Your smile grows even wider, and Bucky is willing to bet he's not imagining the tiny gleam of triumph in your eyes. "Not even close."

He groans inwardly.

[keen-li]

Soft launch | jk

Summary: The one where you’ve been a solo OF creator for some time, but now your viewers are requesting to see you with a partner, but you only have...Jungkook as an option. Your closest friend.

18+ MDNI.

Jungkook x fem reader.

Friends to FWB, smut.

Warnings: filmed coitus, kissing, a down bad Jungkook?, fingering, neck kisses, implied virgin reader, penetration(protected.) sweet after care.

Note: smut practice No.1

A/n: this is just practice and i worked on it so fast there could be errors but I did try to edit it. i don’t know how to write smut so I’m working on it. If you think it’s cringe or don’t like it please don’t tell me 😊, I don’t want to know. This is just for fun and no thought.

Any positive, reply, ask or reblog is appreciated

Wc: 2.2k+

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“Really?” when you ask to clarify and he nods, you’re already getting excited. “Let me restart the video.”

You skip to the camera, making sure to end the previous one.

You’ve been doing filming for over a year now, you’re still new but it’s shocking how you’ve grown a large audience already.

Filming pays you so well that you’ve taken it up full time. And with that you’ve had to get creative.

You always did your work solo, it was comfortable and what made you feel the most confident. The people loved it. But it can get monotonous at times, and they made sure to let you know.

You’ve never minded requests; they help you alleviate the pressure of thinking of how to be creative next. So, when people start requesting you to get a partner, it made you do a double take.

Working with someone isn’t something you mind doing. But what really concerned you was your comfortability. You couldn’t walk up to a random person and ask if they could film with you. You never had friends in the industry, and only one male friend. Your female friends don’t swing that way.

So, you were stuck.

But then your thoughts went back to the only male friend you have. Jungkook. He was single and supported what you did.

So, would he help you?

You were scared to ask, but it was worth the shot. If he said no then you could pretend it was a lie. He was very open minded to things, so could he be to this? It’s definitely playing at the seams of things you’ve never thought of in your friendship.

So, it was a shock to you when he said yes, very quickly as well.

“Maybe you should hold the camera.” You tilt your head to the side, doubting what route you should go with this. “For a better angle you get?” he nods.

Cause of the job people wouldn’t believe you’ve actually never slept with anyone before. That’s the main reason you don’t have other male friends. They’d always try to sleep with you. You were never interested in that. and that’s what made Jungkook different.

He never tried to sleep with you, you’d joke flirtishly, but it was never more than that. That’s why you feel comfortable enough to do this with him.

Plus, the other guys always judged you or slut shamed you for what you did. But Jungkook never did, he’s actually the one who bought you the camera you’re using currently.

He also taught how to set up and direct yourself. And the reason he’s here tonight was to help you film a video.

“I’ll hold it.” He says walking over to grab the camera from your grip, his fingers brushing past you longer than normal.

It’s Jungkook, filming should feel easier. “it’ll feel more natural.”

You just nod. You’ve been filming most of your content by yourself and still don’t get the camera thing.

You’re glad he’s here.

“You want me to--” the gesture you make with your hands has him laughing. You pout though and he stops.

“You want to be a fluffer?” the smile from the laugh lingers.

“I’m just asking.”

He chuckles.

“I’ll be fine.”

Thanks to the video you were recording before, he’s partially there.

Watching the way, you touched yourself, how soft your breaths and moans escaped your plushie rose lips. It was a sight to see.

You know how to touch yourself but you definitely need someone to show you deeper pleasure.

“Kook, stop teasing.”

“Content. I’m sure the people like to see little desperation.”

“This video’s gonna be an hour long if you keep that up.”

“I don’t mind.” He has a cheeky smile on his face but you’re having none of it. “Fine. You’re the boss.” He’s only letting you have your way cause it for your page, and he wants to respect the request. but if it was what he wanted, that mouth would’ve been too caught up to whine.

Jungkook pulls your panties off. You have no clue how he does it so swiftly with one hand. He gets it done and now he can stare at your wetness.

“you’re staring.” You inform him like he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Again...if it was on his terms.

“Is this for me?” he runs a cold finger through your folds. You lay ass at the edge of the bed and he stands between your thighs.

You bite your lower lips the longer he traces through them. Is this what it feels like to have someone else do it.

“it’s for the camera.”

“Hard to believe when I’m the one with a finger in you.” At that a finger slips into you. Slow, but determined you fully settle in. You’ve done it yourself before, so why does it feel new with his.

“Fuck kook.” You call when another is added.

“I was supposed to eat you out but since you’re in a hurry...” they glide in and out, pulling a moan from you eat time. Jungkook grows a lopsided smile watching how you squirm just from his fingers. Sweet girl. “...we can save it for another video.”

Another video? You hadn’t though about that. Your viewers would want more, so it does make sense. But... he’s okay with doing another video.

He’s ecstatic. This would be enough. it is nice, but it wouldn’t be enough. he needs to feel you in everyway. Your weight on him, his face. The way you taste, how long would you last?

And his personal favourite.

How many times can he make you come?

All those things make him want to come back.

Not to say that he’s been thinking about this. He’s loves your friendship and loves how you get along as friends. You’ve been friends for awhile and with that comes him witnesses all the shitty guys you encounter, he’s glad you’ve never given then what they were hoping. Honestly, they wouldn’t know what to do with all this.

He wants to see you succeed and be happy, and if fucking you gets you closer to that then he’ll be here...

Right in your tight cunt...

He’s kind of hating this camera right now. Holding it and trying to touch every part of you is hard. And frustrating.

And you can sense it. “You, okay?” you sit up on your elbows and you’re met with exactly what you felt. His brows knitted and tongue poking his cheek. It’s hot when he does that. and he’s so stupid for not noticing how you drip even more after it.

“Yeah, I just need to put this somewhere.”

You knew he’d get tired of it eventually. “Let me grab the--”

“uh-uh...just lay there.” He commands and you don’t move.

He goes to grab the stand.

When he turns, he finds you on your elbows. He hopes this image of you stays on his mind forever. It’s a dangerous wish. But he’d risk it.

You can feel you mouth water when you catch the bulge clearly begging to be touched. He smacks your hand away when you reach.

“Next video I want to suck you off.” You’re not even staring at him, cause you’d see how he pokes his tongue again and his cheeks turn rosier.

Jungkook can’t deny the effect the words have on him. And now he’s getting impatient.

He loves that you’re settling into the idea. Maybe he’ll become your full-time partner. But for him fucking you is the payment; you can keep all the money you earn.

Not knowing how to respond with words he just smirks.

You want to remark how he doesn’t respond but he’s thumb on your clit shuts you up. He knew it would.

His fingers adjust to the warmth. The sounds you and your body make are ethereal. He needs to be closer. So, leaning over he latches at a nipple and your back arches immediately. You’re making sure you can be heard but unlike others, you really mean it.

He’s all over you, kissing up your chest, wet kisses on your neck. You can barely stay in one position, the pleasure of having someone else pleasure you is overwhelming. It’s a new feeling, but your body adjust quickly and you’re begging for more.

“Kiss me.”

He pauses, and when his face is in your view his eyes soften. “Really?” kissing would feel really intimate and he’s not sure if that’s what you were intending. But he doesn’t mind. Not at all.

Your nod comes out rushed and just as fast his lips capture yours. Your hands immediately move to touching anything you want. His hair, under his shirt, you tease to go lower but the pull at your lips stops you. You smile.

Your lips move simultaneously, the feeling soft but deep; proving how bad you don’t want him to stop. You need more of this feeling.

Your tongues battle for dominance, but how much of a fight is it when he’s winning. He smirks when you moan into the kiss.

And that’s all you can handle, you need more. So you pull away, confusing him.

“I need you.”

“I’m here.”

His lips are on your neck again and as much as you’d love him to keep going just like that. there’s a purpose to all of this.

“Wanna feel you.”

Immediately a hot wave of blood rushes down him. And he can only bite his lips. You really know how to shut him up.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He says against your lips. It’s unprompted but not really. It’s just everything about you, maybe he’s doomed himself by doing this. Cause even from the little he’s had; you’ve ruined him for anyone else. Not that he was looking for anyone else.

Seeing that you were solo, birth control was not a thing for you. So, he’s quick to grabbing protection. Maybe now you’ll consider the, seeing that you’re considering more of this anyways.

You watch him slip it over, his eyes on you the whole time.

When he’s between your legs, you lift your hips, just to be an inch closer to him.

“So impatient...” he mocks. “I’m not going anywhere baby.”

You hope he doesn’t.

Grabbing himself, he inches to your core but then you stop him...

“The camera kook.’

“Oh yeah.” Forgot about it.

He points the device to where you meet. He pushes your legs apart, when you threaten to close them.

“So tight. fuck” He mumbles, inching deeper and stretching you out. You wish you could reach him, claw at his back and leave marks to remind him how good this feels.

A whimper escapes your lips when he’s in deeper. The stretch stings but soon turns to pleasure. More than you’ve ever given yourself.

“You good?” he pauses and you want to yell at him for it, but you get it. The stretch feels so new and he wouldn’t want to hurt.

“Mhm.”

“Feels good?”

The moan and gasps are enough of an answer for him.

“She’s taking me so well guys.”

Shit you forgot about the camera. Should you post this? Fuck. You have to, that was the point.

Feeling like you’re more settled Jungkook begins rocking, still holding himself for control.

“Feels so good kook.” you whimper, shutting your eyes.

“I know baby.”

He’s not even moving fast and it feel like heaven. You won’t last long...shit.

More slick dripping out aides his movement. And he begins rocking faster.

You have no clue where to hold onto or what to say. You grip your sheets spewing out who knows what...his movements get faster and you’re getting louder.

Your viewer’s will love this. How he’s slipping into your cunt. How you’re inching away but he has to pull you back with one hand. How you whimper and chant his name with curses.

The slapping of skin is melodious with your moans. With the way you twitch around him he knows you’re close. So, he rubs on your clit to intensify the pleasure and you’re seeing lights.

His name spills out your mouth continuously has you feel the pressure. The knot tightens and you’re inching closer to the feeling.

“don’t stop.” You beg.

“wasn’t going to darling.” It’s the pleasure, it’s the hand that grips your thigh and it’s the pet name and if your eyes were open it would be the way he looks and smiles down at you.

He continues you rock into you and rub your clit until the knot snaps. And it’s never snapped like this.

Your body shakes and you tighten around him, bring him closer as well.

“fuck..” He grunts as he twitches into the latex like he’s never done before in a while.

You’re stuck between time. What the fuck just happened?

Jungkook slips out of you and you internally whine and the loss. He throws the rubber in your bathroom. You flinch when you feel a damp cloth on our core.

When did he even leave the room?

“You did so good.” He kisses down your sweaty chest. It feels good. When you’re alone you have no one to reassure you. So, it feels great to hear him say that.

He’s taken by surprise when you pull him and kiss his lips.

“Now, I don’t want to post it.” You pout and he watches ever inch of your features.

“That would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” he stares into your eyes not able to move away cause you’re holding him closer so kiss him. He loves it. He leans into the kiss before you’re pulling away again.

“no.”

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[twstassets]

Requests temporarily closed

Since my ask box has reached a terrifying amount of 40+ requests again, I'm going to try and do something new to mitigate it a little bit. Whenever I close my ask box I always feel bad because it means **no one** can send in questions, not even just simple ones. So I will keep it open this time, but I will close up requests until I can somehow catch up! Honestly, I figured this would happen at some point because you guys are awesome for supporting me and curious creatures, so it's only natural that it would start to become something that's harder to keep up with. I have some ideas on how to solve this, but I think a large part of the problem is is that there is simply a too large gap between the retirement of Alchemivich and the time I started, and people understandably want that gap filled; So I think I will try to take one day a week to backtrack on trying to fill that gap. Events, Main story, Etc. It will take a while, but I think it will probably mitigate a lot of requests I get.

Until then, a reminder for anyone that wants older content: Alchemivich should have all assets until I believe Lilia's Platinum Jacket. So you will very likely find a lot of assets there still; I haven't checked exactly which events are all covered, but I'm pretty sure they have everything until Stitch? (don't pin me on that LOL)

As for live2d model edits; I still don't quite mind them, but they do cost me a lot more effort, and since I'm increasingly struggling to find time to fill all requests I must request that you only really send in these types of requests if it's functional for you, not just 'I want to see it for fun'. I GET THAT THEY ARE FUN, but I simply have to prioritise due to the time investment! Thank you for your support, and I will report back 🫡

[glassbxttless]

Maybe I want to see Sam being petulant. Just for funsies.

Like as soon as you sit down on the couch he’s saying he wants a snack. Or maybe could you get him a beer? Just this once please, his leg, you see, it really hurts today. Oh and the topical cream, makes his hands tingly and he can’t get up to wash them after, so…. Do you mind?

I just think it could be fun.

Counter-Offer

sam o’brien (warfare) x fem!reader

word count: 1k+

summary: You’re exhausted, but Sam’s having a bad leg day.

warnings: sam’s just a bit of an ass lmao. there’s some alcohol consumption and mentions of pain medicine. some swearing.

notes: i really do enjoy writing sam! all requests are written in my little sam universe unless otherwise explicitly stated. This one was fun, a little hard to write but fun nonetheless. thank you to @getaapologist for the request and for reading this baby over. and thank you to @peachyproserpina for editing! means the world!

It’s been a long day, between running late this morning on account of Sam’s whispers of “just come back to bed,” and hazy morning kisses, and the mountain of paperwork at your desk as soon as you stepped over the threshold of your office, and you wanted nothing more than to just come in and relax. Sam’s on the couch when you step inside. The remote resting against his chest and his leg and head are propped up on  pillows. You kick your shoes off and toss your bag and jacket into a heap on the floor to deal with later. You make your way to the recliner and you’ve barely just sat down— you didn’t get that end-of-day, full-body collapse kind of sit into your favorite spot that would swallow you whole if you let it. No, as soon as your ass brushes the cushion, Sam’s twisting his head around on the pillow to give you the most pleading eyes he could muster.

“Babe,” his voice is real soft when he speaks, like he knows that if he starts gentle, everything will work out in his favor. “You think maybe you could grab me a snack?”

You look over, your bones feeling weary as you want nothing more than the softness of the recliner to swallow you up. “You’ve been home all day. You had snacks when we were on the phone… twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah,” his voice is still quiet, like he’s ten and being scolded. “But I ate them.”

Your eyes narrow. “You ate that entire thing?”

Sam shrugs, guiltily proud. “In my defense, you bought the good pretzels. The honey mustard ones.”

You stare at him for a few moments. He stares right back. The silence stretches between you. You’re in a weird half down, half up, sit. He blinks first. “Okay, okay, sweetheart, counter-offer?” he smiles a bit, wriggling his foot. “Just a beer. One beer. Yeah? I deserve one. My leg is killing me today.”

You raise a brow. “Is it?”

“Yes,” he says immediately, like he wasn’t being a petulant child. 

“You take your pain medicine?” You ask softly, if he has gotten himself into hurting as bad as he says; he can deal with it. 

“Yeah, of course I did,” he’s quick to answer. “With breakfast. A Jimmy Dean sausage sandwich.”

You sigh and stand up, making your way to the kitchen. You do indeed find his painkillers on the counter, a sausage biscuit wrapper right next to it, and an empty beer bottle already in the garbage. Sam grins, victorious. You can feel his smugness like heat from a fire. He’s basking in it. You sigh, placing the pill bottle back into the cabinet where all of the other medicines are. And then you’re brushing the wrapper into the garbage, along with the crumbs, grumbling to yourself about cleaning up after a grown man. You grab a beer from the fridge and make your way back to the living room. You hand him the beer and go to sit down again, but his voice stops you— again— right before you make contact with your seat.

“Oh, uh, babe? One more tiny thing, please? The topical cream.”

Your eyes close and you let a breath out your nose— calming, soothing, you can’t kill him right now. “The what now?”

He holds up his hands, in a mock surrender. “The one for my leg, you know the one? The one that makes my hands all tingly. I can’t— like, if I touch anything, I might ruin the couch. And I can’t get up to wash them after, so… do you mind?”

You glare at him from where you had finally given in and sat down. But he gives you those eyes. The big brown ones you had fallen in love with so many years ago. The ones that say, I’m annoying but adorable and you love me anyway. And damn it, he’s not wrong. You push yourself up and walk off to the bathroom for the cream, muttering under your breath about how this is exactly how divorces happen. Sam calls after you, “You’re a hero, babe, you know that? Gonna marry you one day!”

When you return, you step over Whiskey who had parked it right in front of the couch. And you carefully lift both of his legs, sliding in beneath them. He winces dramatically and says, “Ouch. My leg, baby. Show some compassion.”

You roll your eyes, leaning over to kiss the top of his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You mumble as you roll the bottom of his shorts up to expose more of his skin. You uncap the tube and gently start to work the cream into his skin, even if he winces every now and again. Your fingers work diligently, quietly, eyes fixated on the scarred skin beneath your touch. You know it has to hurt, even if Sam has been playing it up more than he needs to. But you also know Sam tries his best to hide it away from anyone, even you, on his really bad days. You catch a glimpse of him, his eyes on the tv. Each time your fingers come close to a particularly tender spot— his jaw twitches, his eyes shut for just a moment, and he lets out a breath you know he’s trying to make soundless.

But now you’re finally sitting down. Actually sitting. Maybe not relaxing all the way, but you’re sitting. He cracks open the beer and clinks it against your arm like it’s a toast. “To you. The love of my life. My nurse, my bartender, my emotional support human.”

“You’re a fuck, you know that?” you mutter, moving your hand down to squeeze his shin lovingly anyway. 

He smiles, takes a long sip from the beer, and hums before he turns away from the tv, his eyes on yours. “God, I love you. We should get married.”

“After 10 years and you almost dying, this is what finally gets me a proposal?” You roll your eyes, still working the cream into his skin. You can feel the tension starting to melt away, he’s starting to relax finally. 

Sam just brings the bottle to his lips for a drink before holding it out to you, smiling. You take it and bring it to your own, letting your eyes close for just a moment as you drink. “I would’ve married you 10 years ago, sweetheart.”

tags ;; @getaapologist

[cloudcountry]

Hiii can you do more of the wedding proposal with the ghouls? Please add Subaru he's my favorite<3

SUMMARY: proposal / wedding / marriage headcanons with subaru kagami!!

COMMENTS: ofc ofc!! also hey if i made a taglist would anyone want to be added to it . ive only really made taglists for my main fandom nd even then i totally forgot i had one so . just lmk i guess!!

unedited once again :3 im trying to get all my requests written ehehe

Subaru would wait quite a while to propose. He holds onto the ring for months, possibly even a couple years before he decides to “bite the bullet” and pop the question to you.

Zenji tells him that every moment is the perfect moment after he finds Subaru agonizing over the ring, and so he ends up asking you to marry him sooner than he though he would... (Thank you Zenji!)

Zenji and Haku both are so happy for the two of you, surprising no one. Leo is bitter and will likely make a few remarks online about it, but he can’t do much since he wants to keep up his cutesy persona.

Subaru will try his damnedest to keep you out of the media’s clutches, but given what they write about him you won’t come out the other end unscathed.

Wedding planning will go smoothly if he has anything to say about it. He may be soft with you, but if anyone tries to interfere, he is not having it. You’ll see a rare, scathing side to Subaru...unless nothing happens at all! Haku will do his best to make sure any leeching reporters and news outlets don’t touch you two.

The guest list would be very very short. Maybe like ten people, depending on how many people you want to invite. Subaru invites people from Darkwick, such as Hotarubi ghouls and Lyca. Sho does the catering.

You can tell he wants to keep the ceremony as personal as possible...which is why the location will be very out of the way.

Once you’re married, Subaru lets down his guard more with you. I think he’d become a little more confident and a little more teasing with time.

He wasn’t above poking fun at Haku (lighthearted) or Leo (with animosity) while in Darkwick, and now that he’s tied you to him forever, you’ll get some of the lighthearted teasing yourself.

Fights rarely happen, but it’s mostly because Subaru finds it difficult to truly speak his mind. Please ask him what’s wrong if you sense that he’s off, and if he says it's nothing then PRY!! He needs it. It’s good for him. I promise.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

poderia fazer um onde Pau Cubarsí é melhor amigo do irmão da leitora mas gosta dela?

brother's best friend.

masterlist requests word count: 1k+

a/n: request translation: "Could you make one where Pau Cubarsí is the reader's brother's best friend but likes her?" "yours, if you want me.", part 2, is now up! genre: fluff. brother's best friend. lamine's sister. summary: being the twin sister of the lamine yamal means that he's tried to teach you football all your life, and it's never worked, but maybe things are different when it's one of his teammates teaching you. warnings: none. kinda angsty? not really tho.

You’re used to Pau being around. 

Ever since Lamine joined La Masia, Pau had practically become part of the family. He was always at your house, kicking a ball around in the backyard, playing FIFA with your brother, sleeping over after games.

You didn’t think much of it at first. He was just another one of your brother’s many friends, tall and awkward and sweet in that boyish way.

But lately, it felt… different. 

You noticed how Pau’s eyes lingered a little too long when you walked into the room. How, sometimes, he stumbled over his words when you talked to him directly. How he always found a reason to sit next to you at the dining table, even if it meant switching chairs four times and making a million excuses.

You tried to ignore it. Tried. 

But it was hard when he looked at you like he wanted to say something that he couldn’t. 

The day the confession almost happened was the day Lamine dragged both of you out to a local park for a kick around.

“C’mon, just come with us,” he groaned. “It’s not the World Cup final, it’s just Pau and me. You can just stand there and look pretty or whatever.” Lamine, annoying as always, smears a hand across your face, making you bat his arm away and scoff.

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly. 

Pau, following behind him, caught your eye and smiled slightly. “You’ll have fun. Ho prometo (i promise).” 

You rolled your eyes, but you went anyway, telling yourself that it was just to get some fresh air. Definitely not because Pau asked.

At the park, the boys immediately started juggling the ball back and forth between themselves, laughing and trash talking to each other. You sat on a nearby bench, reading a book and enjoying the sunlight, until you heard Pau shout out to you.

“Ei (hey)! Vine aquí (come here)!” 

You looked up. He was standing in the middle of the grass, ball tucked between his arm and waist, grinning. 

“I don’t play!” you called back.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “Just pass it.”

Reluctantly, you stood up, jogging towards the two of them, oddly nervous. You aren’t quite sure of why there are butterflies in your stomach as you get closer, Lamine’s attempted to teach you how to play a million times in your life, what’s different now?

When you reached them, Pau tossed you the ball lightly. You caught it (barely).

“Vale,” he said, stepping closer. “Rule number one: don’t be afraid of the ball.”

You frowned at him. “I’m not afraid.”

He laughed, that easy, low laugh you loved. “You flinched.”

“Did not.” “Did too.” “Did not.”

Your twin groaned once again, stealing the ball from your hands. “God, you two are worse than an old married couple.”

You and Pau froze, exchanging a glance so quick that it almost didn’t even happen.

Of course, Lamine didn’t notice; too busy juggling the ball between his feet. “I’m serious, though. Keep your eyes open. Ball control’s all about confidence.”

You tried to focus, but it was impossible with Pau hovering behind you so closely, quietly encouraging you, his hand brushing your arm ever so often like he couldn’t help himself. 

At one point, you missed a simple shot and groaned. “I suck.”

“You don’t,” Pau said instantly, voice firm. “You just need practice.”

You looked up at him, ready to roll your eyes, but he wasn’t teasing. He was looking at you like you were something special and precious.

Your breath caught for what felt like the millionth time that day. 

You were saved from saying something stupid by Lamine yelling about some competition with Pau, the two of them becoming busy again, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding. 

Later, after your brother had dropped to the grass in exhaustion, Pau wandered back over to you. 

“Hola,” he said, sitting down beside you.

“Hey,” you replied softly. 

The late afternoon sun gave his soft brown hair a golden tint, making him look so effortlessly beautiful, although, what’s new there?

“You were good today,” he spoke softly. 

“You’re a liar,” you said, but you smiled. 

He smiled too, showing all his teeth, happy. “Not lying.”

For a second, you just sat there. The sounds of the park faded around you - kids yelling at the playground nearby, dogs barking, the distant thud of a football being kicked.

It was just him. It was always just him.

“You’re different when he’s not looking,” you said, without really knowing where you were taking this.

Pau tilted his head, confused. “Què vols dir (what do you mean)?”

“You’re… brave,” you said. “But also softer.”

Pau looked away, picking at the grass between his fingers. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“It’s easier when it’s just you.”

You swallowed hard. “Pau-”

“I know I’m not supposed to,” he said quickly, words tumbling out. “I know it’s, like… off-limits or whatever. You’re his twin sister. He’s one of my best friends. It’s messy.”

You stared at him, heart racing. 

“But I like you,” he said, finally meeting your eyes with his striking green ones. “I have for a long time.”

The world felt like it was spinning for a moment. The sun felt hotter. The grass felt softer. Your chest felt full and tight all at once. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but then Lamine yelled from across the field, “Oi, lovebirds! You coming?” 

You and Pau both flushed, knowing he was only teasing and had no idea what was actually going on, but the two of you scrambled to your feet like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

As you walked back, Pau kept a careful distance, not touching you, not looking at you. Like he was scared he’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. 

But when your hand brushed his by accident, you felt his fingers twitch toward yours, and yours to his. 

You didn't grab it. Not yet. But you would. Soon. 

Because maybe things were messy. 

But some messes are worth making.

Especially for Pau Cubarsí. "YOURS, IF YOU WANT ME." HERE

[noorpersona]

Office hook up with kuroo 🤤

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for sending in this request — it was genuinely so much fun to write! 😭

Enjoy<333

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Anon Ask: Kuroo (NSFW)

The office was eerily quiet, save for the low, steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Rows of desks stretched out in neat, darkened lines, papers stacked, chairs pushed in, computer monitors black and still. The occasional ticking sound from the wall clock echoed faintly in the wide, open space, amplifying just how empty it really was.

You pushed open the door to Kuroo’s private office, balancing two takeout bags in your hands like a peace offering.

"Dinner's here, workaholic," you called, voice cutting through the stillness.

Inside, Kuroo looked up from behind his desk. He was hunched over some paperwork, hair even messier than usual—wild tufts sticking up from where he'd clearly dragged his fingers through it. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Dark shadows smudged under his golden eyes, but when he spotted you standing there, his whole face shifted.

The tension in his shoulders eased. The corner of his mouth curved into a slow, lazy smile.

You made your way inside, carefully setting the bags down on the edge of his desk, nudging aside a stack of folders to make room. The rich, savory scent of your order wafted up between you, warm and inviting.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching out long legs under the desk, lacing his fingers behind his head with a low, satisfied groan. His eyes never left you—watching you with a smoldering kind of patience.

"Wow, must be my lucky night," he said, voice a rough, playful rumble.

You rolled your eyes as you started unpacking the food. "Yes, bask in my generosity. You owe me dinner and maybe dessert."

He chuckled under his breath, pushing up from his chair with a heavy, purposeful kind of movement. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, veins prominent along his forearms. He looked both exhausted and predatory—and somehow, devastatingly good.

He walked around the desk slowly, almost leisurely, but there was a weight to it. A coil of energy you could feel tightening between you with each step.

"You bringing me dinner... wearing that?" His gaze skimmed shamelessly over you, lingering at your legs, the snug fit of your jacket. "Dangerous."

You huffed, smoothing down your coat self-consciously. "Calm down, corporate Romeo. It’s just jeans and a jacket."

He smirked, dipping his head slightly as he stepped closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Still dangerous."

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, but your pulse betrayed you, skipping when he closed the last of the distance. His presence was overwhelming—the subtle scent of his cologne, the heat radiating off his skin.

He stopped just short of touching you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His fingers flexed slightly at his sides, like he was barely holding himself back.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" he said, voice low and rough.

You raised an eyebrow, shooting him a dry look as you finished unpacking the containers. "Please don't say ‘work overtime,’ because I'm not into that."

Kuroo chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. He leaned down slightly, close enough that you felt his breath against your ear.

"Always thought about bending you over my desk," he murmured. "Right here. After hours. When no one's around to hear you."

You blinked at him, deadpan. "You're disgusting."

But your body—traitorous as ever—leaned in, just a little. Your pulse kicked up, a warmth blooming low in your stomach.

"You love it," he teased, fingers brushing lightly against your waist, the touch barely there but searing.

You scoffed, stepping back half a pace, bumping lightly into the desk. "And here I thought you were a professional, Kuroo-san."

"I am professional. I'm professionally fantasizing about you," he quipped, tilting his head, that lazy grin deepening.

You fought the smile tugging at your lips, trying to maintain the upper hand, but it was useless. Especially when he stepped closer again, boxing you in, the edge of the desk biting into the backs of your thighs.

"Tetsu, seriously," you said, palms flattening against his chest when he closed the distance, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your touch. "I literally just brought you food."

"Exactly," he said simply, hands skimming up your sides, slow and coaxing. His thumb traced lazy, hypnotic circles against your hipbone. "And now I'm starving for something else."

"You're impossible," you muttered, even as your hands fisted weakly in his shirt.

"And you're stalling," he murmured back, his voice thick, heated.

You opened your mouth—but nothing came out.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of his loosened tie and yanked him down into a kiss, slow and burning, full of everything you hadn't said.

The takeout bags hit the floor with a muffled thud.

Kuroo groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding up your thigh, hitching your leg around his waist as he walked you back, pressing you flush against the edge of the desk.

You parted your lips under his without hesitation now, tugging him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until your heads spun.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug your coat down your arms and toss it somewhere unseen. "So fucking pretty for me."

You whined when his hands found the hem of your jeans, pushing it down your hips with slow, deliberate pressure.

He lifted you onto the desk, scattering papers and pens with zero care. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, your body already humming in anticipation.

The kiss broke again when he mouthed down your throat, rough and reverent all at once. Your head fell back with a soft, shuddering breath, heart hammering so hard it echoed in your ears.

"Still think I'm disgusting?" he teased against your skin, voice dark and amused.

"Absolutely," you managed, breathless. *"Now shut up and fuck me, Kuroo."

His answering growl vibrated against your throat.

And then he was undoing his belt with one hand, the other keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you—laid out across his desk, messy, panting, and entirely his.

The desk beneath you creaked softly as Kuroo pressed your front down against the cool surface, one hand splayed firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you there. His body loomed behind you, solid and hot, while he dragged his other hand down the curve of your spine, slow and possessive.

Your jeans were tugged halfway down your thighs, tangled around your knees. His fingers brushed teasingly over the waistband of your underwear, snapping it lightly before hooking them and sliding them down too, baring you completely to him.

You squirmed under his touch, hips canting back instinctively, seeking more.

“You're still overdressed,” he muttered, voice rough as he leaned over you, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You barely managed a breathless huff before his fingers slid between your thighs, finding you slick and ready. He groaned low in his chest.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “Already so fucking wet.”

You whimpered when he teased your entrance with two fingers, circling lazily but never giving you the pressure you craved.

“Tetsu,” you gasped, writhing under him.

He finally pushed in—one thick finger first, curling expertly, then another, scissoring them slowly to open you up. The stretch was delicious, just shy of overwhelming.

Your forehead rested against the cool desk, your fingers curling against the smooth surface.

Kuroo’s free hand stroked down your back, soothing, grounding you as he worked you open, coaxing soft, broken sounds from your lips.

When he withdrew his fingers, you whimpered at the loss—but then you heard the sound of his belt unfastening, the metallic clink sharp in the heavy silence of the office.

You twisted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye—his flushed face, the way he pumped himself slowly, slicking his cock with your wetness still clinging to his fingers.

He lined himself up behind you, the head of his cock dragging through your folds in a slow, maddening tease.

“Say you want it,” he murmured.

“I want it- I want it please,” you choked out, voice shaky with need.

He didn’t make you wait.

With one steady thrust, he pushed into you, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs. He filled you completely, bottoming out with a low, wrecked groan.

He stilled for a moment, both hands braced on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin.

“You feel…” he muttered, voice ragged. “You feel so fucking good.”

You nodded weakly, pushing back against him, desperate for him to move.

He took the hint.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in with enough force to jolt your body forward on the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, but neither of you cared.

Kuroo found a brutal rhythm, each snap of his hips making the desk creak under the force of it. His tie swung loose from his collar, occasionally brushing against your lower back with each rough thrust.

The sounds—skin slapping, your broken gasps, his low, breathless curses—echoed obscenely in the otherwise empty office.

“Mine,” he growled, fucking into you harder now, faster, one hand sliding up your back to fist gently in your hair, tugging your head back so he could kiss the nape of your neck, teeth grazing your skin.

“Yours,” you gasped, knuckles white where you gripped the desk.

The coil in your stomach tightened impossibly fast, your orgasm building with every relentless drive of his hips.

“Come for me,” he panted against your ear. “Let me feel you.”

A few more thrusts and you shattered—clenching around him, crying out his name in a broken, wrecked moan. Your body trembled under him, your release washing over you in thick, hot waves.

He fucked you through it, groaning low in his throat at the way you squeezed him so tight it bordered on painful.

With a final, stuttering thrust, he came hard, spilling inside you with a rough curse, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rode out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your mingled breathing, the soft rustle of clothes, and the distant rain tapping against the windows.

Kuroo pressed a lazy kiss between your shoulder blades, hands smoothing down your sides in a rare, tender gesture.

“Best… dinner pickup… ever,” he panted against your skin.

You let out a breathless laugh, still half folded over the desk, utterly wrecked.

“You’re… buying dessert,” you managed, voice hoarse.

He chuckled, pulling your jeans up slowly, helping you dress with lingering touches.

“Anything you want, babe,” he said, kissing the back of your neck again, utterly unbothered by the mess around you—completely consumed by you, and only you.

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

RND x reader whos the cousin of the craft siblings(i just wanna see their reactions to that)

Razzle & Dazzle With A Reader Who Is The Cousin Of The Craft Siblings!

Ohhhh, this is an interesting one! It really reminds me of Ginger and Cosmo! I tried to come up with various things, hope that's okay, I didn't have much to go off here! Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-You still remembered the way those two greeted you! Razzle thinks that it's super cool that you are related to the craft siblings and you watched as Dazzle gave a quiet wave as he greeted you. Razzle is always happy to greet a new friend in Gardenview! He gets super excited and Dazzle would do his best to slowly relax Razzle, especially if his massive excitement makes you feel off. In general, the two are glad to meet you!

-They would watch as you often hanged around the craft siblings, doing all sorts of things! Razzle would always be happy to join you three with excitement! Dazzle wouldn't talk as much, often drawing in silence or even bringing a book along to read as Razzle chatted and did things together with you three, like making origami, drawing or making all sorts of crafts! Dazzle also liked to listen in on the conversations, even if he didn't have much to say.

-If you want to hang out with them, please do! Razzle is always happy to hang out with you and Dazzle doesn't mind you! You can pick all sorts of activities, just please think of Dazzle too if you want to do something that requires quite the effort! If you want to do something on the more quiet side, Dazzle would really appreciate it and even talk more with you, especially when it comes to books or even looking at the images together in the book club! Razzle can just fall asleep as it's not really his thing.

-Razzle has a lot of fun chatting with you! It can be about any topic and he would be happy to talk! You two have a lot of random conversations and Dazzle likes to listen in and even comment here and there, it's a nice bonding experience! He always has something to say and just keep the conversation going and going, having the energy for it! Even though he can ramble a lot, he is also a good listener! He literally absorbs your words and replies back happily! He likes asking what's it like to be related to the craft siblings.

-Dazzle on the other hand, you bond more with him when it's related to quiet activities. Razzle likes to join in but he is also encouraging towards Dazzle to interact more with you, he just listens, observes around happily or even falls asleep as he lets you two talk for a good while! It's funny how his head still stays up even when asleep. Dazzle feels calm and nice in your presence and he really appreciates it. He would talk more when you three are together with the craft siblings but he feels a bit intimidated, so he is grateful for this.

-It has become a regular thing between the five of you to sit in a circle table and do many things related to art and crafting! It's fun passing things around for everyone to use, it's nice seeing how everyone is working to doing a specific theme you found all found! Even Dazzle joins in from time to time and you like waiting for him as he takes his time, making it so carefully. The rest of the group chats as Dazzle does his own craft and takes his time well, he doesn't mind being the last, really, he actually prefers it this way because he doesn't have to stress about finishing fast with the rest of you. The background noise of you all talking helps him as he is working.

-Goob and Razzle are just excited and happy to be there, Scraps is often smiling and you and Dazzle like the company! Honestly, you are a big reason why they like to join in on all the fun with the others and you are the one where Dazzle feels comfortable enough to join in with everything happening. They really like your company and how close you had gotten with them. They like the craft siblings and all the hangouts they have done with you and them! But something about you makes it better, If that makes sense!

-If you are up for it, they ask if you could hang out with them, doing crafts and teaching them everything you know. Razzle & Dazzle definitely feel close to you after a while, you even find Razzle willing to participate more in the crafts and that! Those two really like your presence and smile more around you. You even get to see Dazzle smile more and you know exactly what makes him comfortable and how to be considerate of him. It makes him blush as he feels warm inside and since he is connected with Razzle physically, Razzle also feels those warm feelings!

-Since they have spend so much time doing various artistic things with you and the craft siblings, they have the skills to make things related to your interests and everything else you like! Razzle wants to make it super fast and quick, because he really wants to see your reaction!! Dazzle, on the other hand, makes sure it looks good enough and fixes any mistakes or anything that looks clumsy. He sometimes finds himself having a small smile on his face as he works on it and Razzle really likes seeing that!

-They would like to spend more time with you more and more, whether it's with Goob and Scraps or just the three of you! You can definitely see that Razzle has somehow gotten even more excited and happy when you are around and Dazzle doesn't feel as shy and intimidated when it comes to you, having grown more attached and opens up to you more. You make their lives happier and better and they hope it continues like this!!

Thank you for reading! <3

[ashthesalamipiece]

hii. hope everything is well with you :)

if you’re not too busy can I request a shigaraki x online gamer friend reader. where he becomes friends with a random girl he met while playing league or something (modern au).

maybe even a meet up or something. tyyy!!

"Lagging Hearts"

Shigaraki Tomura wasn’t supposed to care about anyone online. He liked the distance. The screen, the anonymity, the safety of being just a name on a friend list. But then he queued up for a late-night ranked match in League of Legends, and everything started glitching—emotionally speaking.

He met you by chance. Your username—“Pix3lGrrl”—was the kind of cringe he'd usually block. But you locked in midlane fast, started typing callouts in team chat like a drill sergeant, and your sarcasm matched his beat for beat.

“Garen support? Wow. Peak performance,” you typed.

He smirked. Okay, maybe she’s not awful.

One game became three. Then ten. Then nightly Discord calls. You tilted like a pro, cursed like a sailor, and still somehow made him laugh when his fingers were twitching to decay the world.

“You ever stop touching your face when you’re mad?” you teased during a losing streak.

He choked on his soda. “How the hell do you know that?”

“You always stop talking right before you screw up a teamfight. It’s, like, your rage silence.”

He didn’t reply right away. He was too busy… smiling?

—

Weeks passed. He didn’t tell you who he was—what he was. You didn’t ask. It was kind of perfect. The late-night games, the trash talk, your sleepy voice when it got too late and the ranked queue became ARAMs “just for fun.” He found himself waiting for the little Discord chime that said you were online like it was a drug.

One night, after a particularly nasty loss streak, you groaned, “I need a break. Let’s just talk.”

And he did. For hours.

You made him laugh so hard his screen shook. You called him “crusty king” and he didn’t even hate it. You told him about your cat, your weird neighbor, the way your keyboard was missing the F key but you were too lazy to fix it.

He thought about telling you. About his hands. His past. His real name.

Instead, he just asked, “Wanna queue again tomorrow?”

You replied instantly. “Always.”

—

He didn't know what this was—just a gamer friend or something dangerously close to real—but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like disconnecting.

---

It was your idea to meet.

“Well, technically,” you said, “I’m being bribed with bubble tea. But yeah. Let’s meet.”

Shigaraki stared at the message for a full minute. His thumb hovered over the reply button. He’d never seen your face, and you’d never seen his. It had been months now—countless games, DMs, weird late-night rants about anime betrayals and which champions needed nerfs.

He wasn’t ready.

But he said yes anyway.

—

You picked a little gaming café downtown. Neon lights. LED keyboards. The smell of instant noodles and too many Monster cans. You wore a hoodie, same as him, and your hair was a little messier than your Discord icon implied—but it was you. He knew it immediately.

You were sitting with a boba and a Switch, tapping your foot to some lo-fi remix. You looked up and smiled.

“Crusty King?” you teased.

He almost turned around and left.

Instead, he gave a dry little laugh and slid into the seat across from you. “Pix3lGrrl. Didn’t expect you to look so… normal.”

You arched a brow. “Thanks? Didn’t expect you to look like a villain from a dystopian anime.”

He froze.

Your smile faltered for half a second, and then you recovered. “Kidding. I mean—you’ve got the vibe. Grumpy, gray hair, twitchy fingers. Kind of hot, though.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.”

You both sipped your drinks. Played a couple rounds of Smash on the café’s Switch dock. Laughed a lot. It felt almost like home. Like a weird dream.

But then you leaned in, really looked at him, and asked, “Hey… what do you do, anyway? You’ve never said.”

His hand twitched—just once. He quickly put it in his hoodie pocket. His mouth went dry.

“I… break things.”

You laughed. “Okay, edgy. What does that mean?”

He paused. Then whispered, “My name’s not really Ten.”

“Wait.” Your smile dimmed. “What?”

“I’m Tomura. Shigaraki Tomura.”

You went still.

You knew the name. Everybody did. The guy who vanished after the League crumbled. The one with a death count and a face like a warning sign.

You looked at him, really looked, and then said quietly, “And you… you play Jhin in ranked.”

He blinked. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

You smiled slowly, something tender and a little heartbroken. “You’ve got four kills, and I’m starting to think I’m one of them.”

He opened his mouth—but you held up a hand.

“I'm not running. Just… give me a sec to update my patch notes, alright?”

And then, in the same breath, you asked, “You still down to queue tonight?”

[rain-water-flowers]

Connected

Changbin x Seungmin

WC: 6k

Synopsis: Seungmin is the detective assigned to catch and arrest Changbin's crew. Obviously nobody thought Seungmin and Changbin would become obsessed with each other.

Warnings: malexmale, unprotected sex (don't do this), smut, mentions of killing (an oc), crimes, criminals, obsession, like really, really, really down bad obsession, manhandling, choking, feminization, dom!changbin, sub!seungmin, I love seungbin, slight dacryphilia, it's a little messy I'm ngl, too much lube, Seungmin obviously doesn't take his job seriously, biting/marking, breeding, overstimulation, forced orgasm, Changbin likes to tease Seungmin, did I miss anything?

*In this universe being a robber is equivalent to being a member of the mafia but with slightly different ideals. Crews are like the mafias, and the crew leaders are the boss/don. Changbin is the leader of his crew and has been raised to fulfill the role by his father, who was also the leader of his previous crew.*

A/n: This literally took me forever to write. My first skzxskz fic. Hope you like it? It was fun to write and I would probably keep going if I had the motivation. Thanks for the request. Thanks to my beta @midnighthazee Enjoy :))

Changbin doesn’t think much of the nagging feeling in his stomach when he goes over the blueprints and the plan again with his teammates. He used to be able to do these hits with extraordinary skill — robbing banks, grocery stores, homes of rich people with more money than they knew what to do with — it was like breathing to him. 

You could say he grew up in this environment, his father teaching him the skills of thievery and his father’s father starting all of this in the first place. Changbin was accustomed to this life. 

So why was it that in recent months — when the police had been on his tail and trying to lure him into traps — he had this terrible nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew it had something to do with that detective. That annoying, nosy, petulant, attractively infuriating detective. 

They had first met when Changbin and his crew had hit one of the bigger banks in the city. They had been working up to that job for weeks, training, going over the plan. But things didn’t exactly go their way. Somehow the cops had arrived earlier than they were supposed to, causing Changbin to stressfully gather his men and rush them out of the back entrance before the building was surrounded. 

Seungmin had been in that back alley. A new detective, still training with one of his superiors. 

They had locked eyes with each other, and Changbin paused for a split second before one of his men pulled him into the back of the van. 

Ever since that job he couldn’t get the boy out of his head. It didn’t help that he was there every time they did a job. Seungmin had gotten closer and closer to catching him, but to Changbin it was a game. He wanted to see how far he could go — how big of a robbery he could pull off before Seungmin inevitably caught him. 

Everytime he planned a hit though he got this annoying, nagging feeling in his gut. Like maybe he should give it up. It began when he saw Seungmin on a night he happened to be out. Changbin had seen him at a bar by himself. He looked rough. 

As Changbin was eavesdropping, he figured out that he was the reason why. This was Seungmin's first investigation by himself. He was leading it and if he didn’t close this case they would transfer him back to the IT department.  

That upset Changbin.

He didn’t like seeing his boy upset. Didn’t like that he was the one causing it. 

Now everytime he planned another hit the nagging feeling got more and more intense. How would his team feel if he just quit, though? He couldn’t do that. Not while he was in charge. 

Changbin and his team were standing around the big table in the middle of the bare warehouse. The warehouse was their home base, and it was under the name of Changbin’s grandmother, so nobody suspected it. 

“This one’s a big one, you guys,” Changbin said, hands on his hips and looking sternly at his crew. “I need everyone focused on their task. If you slip up there's not much I can do to save you.” 

While Changbin cared for his crew, he refused to go down with them if they got caught for not doing their jobs. This was not a ‘leave no man behind’ type of crew. 

“What about the cops? That detective fucker has been on our ass since the Faith Bank job.” Shinjae, the newest recruit, said.

Changbin’s fists clenched slightly at the disrespectful way he referred to Seungmin. He couldn’t show his irritation though. No one knew about his obsession with the boy — not even Seungmin himself. Yet. 

“That’s why you need to be focused. The detective is doing his job just like you need to do yours. Fuck up and you’re on your own.” 

“But how does he keep catching on to us? There’s no way he would kno-” 

He cut himself off as Changbin slammed his fist on the table, the creak it gave protesting the intense force behind the hit. He was irritated, the annoying feeling in his gut not helping. 

“Enough about the detective. We know what we’re doing. Do it right and nothing will go wrong. Got it?” Changbin gritted out. The crew nodded simultaneously, keeping their mouths shut. With a stern voice he ordered them away. 

“Go and get some sleep.” 

And with that, he turned and walked away heading for the staircase that led to the top floor of the warehouse. He intended to get some sleep after looking over the updated blueprints of the bank one last time. He needed to figure out how to handle this new recruit.

__ __ __ __

Two days prior

“They’re gonna hit another one three days from now.” Min Seo said, walking into Seungmin’s office. 

Seungmin raised his head from the pile of paperwork on his desk. If he wasn’t already stressed about the robbery case, the stack of papers on his desk everyday sure would get him there. 

“What? Which one?” He asked. There was a furrow between his brows and bags under his eyes. It was obvious he wasn’t getting much sleep. 

“Elite Holdings, Sir.” she replied, a hand on her hip and the case file in her hand. 

“How do you know this?” Seungmin questioned. The only way he’d been able to track the bank robberies was because there was a pattern. A very distinct one that Changbin —  the leader of the robbery crew ‘Onyx’ who was so good at making Seungmin look incompetent — didn’t seem to realize he was making. 

He infuriated Seungmin. His annoying, loud, greedy, and attractively strategic attitude made Seungmin want to drown himself. He’s become obsessed with this case because of Changbin. 

“There’s a mole.” 

Seungmin shot up from his seat, hands in the desk in front of him and eyes wide.

“A mole? Why wasn’t I made aware of this earlier?” He said accusingly. 

“We just got the tip, Sir.”

Seungmin took his glasses off and sighed, rubbing his eyes. If they were hitting another tomorrow he'd get a chance to catch the group – the main case of his job right now. 

But…he didn’t want to. Call it unprofessional, and he would probably get fired for even thinking about this, but he didn’t want to arrest Changbin. 

To be honest, he wasn’t just obsessed with the case – he was obsessed with Changbin. He’s had a history of doing this – getting so obsessed with someone just from a glance that nothing else matters. The doctor in his hometown had called it obsessive love disorder. This was also why he moved out of his small town to the big city. He needed to start fresh after his last ‘obsession’. 

The first time he saw him in that back alley something in him snapped. The man’s muscular arms, his fiery eyes, and the way he barked orders at his crew made Seungmin want him all to himself, fuck solving the case. 

At that moment Seungmin remembered the comment his junior detective made. There’s a mole.

“Who’s the mole?” Seungmin asked, tone not leaving room for argument. 

“He’s one of the newer recruits. Shinjae Kang. We did a background check on him and it turns out he’s part of the Ivory crew through his father.” The detective informed. 

“Ivory? They haven’t shown themselves for years. What's the point of sending a mole to a different crew?”

The Ivory crew was a big robbery group a few years ago. They were head to head with the Onyx crew when Chanbin’s father was still running it. The only difference between the two groups was that the Ivory crew dealt in drugs as well — as if robbing banks of all their money wasn’t enough of a crime. 

They dropped off of the face of the earth two years ago and law enforcement hasn’t seen them since. If there was a mole from their group, they had to be planning a reappearance. 

Seungmin was lost in thought when it finally hit him. “They’re trying to get rid of them for good so they can go back to doing hits without another group all over their grounds.” He said, an ‘of course’ tone in his words. 

This wasn’t good, if anything it could lead to a bigger situation than it needs to be. “They think that getting them all arrested will take care of the problem for them.” 

“What do we do, Sir? Trust the tip? Be there waiting for them?” 

Seungmin didn’t know what to do. Of course the sensible and obvious thing to do would be to catch them while they’re not expecting the cops there. But Seungmin didn’t want that. He wanted to warn Changbin about the mole in his group.

“Let’s wait and see if we get any more information. I’ll come up with a plan in the meantime.” Seungmin said. His plan right now was to stall operations as much as possible so he could warn Changbin. 

How would he do that, though? That’s another thing he needs to plan. 

__ __ __ __

While he was looking over the blueprints for the Elite Holdings Bank, Changbin got a call. It was an unknown number, which usually he ignores, but something told him to answer this one. 

Before he took the call he folded the bluprint up quickly, set it on his desk, and sat down on his bed. With a clench on his jaw and his hand gripping the phone tightly he accepted the call. 

He was silent, waiting for the other side to say something first. 

“Changbin?” The voice asked. He knew that voice – that sweet smooth voice that he heard in every single one of his dark fantasies. 

“Seungmin,” he said, a teasing lull in his voice. Why was Seungmin calling? How did he get his number? Not that Changbin is complaining. 

“I have information for you,” Seungmin mumbled out, not even questioning how Changbin knew his name. He almost sounded…nervous? Changbin could hear his heavy breathing on the other side of the phone.

“Go on,” Changbin bit his lip with a smirk on his face. He wanted Seungmin so badly and hearing his voice didn’t help. 

“You have a mole.”

Changbin straightened up at that. A mole? In his crew? That’s laughable. He knows better than to let a mole slip through his fingertips. 

Changbin let out a slight scoff. The last thing he would do would call his baby a liar but…

“Who is it?” He asked, tone harsher than he intended. 

“Shinjae. Kang Shinjae,” Seungmin said quickly. 

Ahhhhh, the newbie. The prick who kept asking fucking questions.

“Thank you Seungmin, I’ll handle it.” Changbin said emotionlessly. Before he could hang up, Seungmin rushed out another sentence. 

“He told us about your Elite Holdings hit. My team is planning on meeting you there and apprehending you.” Seungmin said it so fast Changbin almost didn’t catch all of it. 

He had the nerve to give away their plans? Changbin was gonna do more than just handle him.

“Why are you telling me all of this Seungmin-ah? Hmm?” The smooth and amusing tone of Changbin’s voice made Seungmin’s breath stutter.

“I just,” Seungmin paused to clear his throat. “I don’t want them to catch you. I like– um, I like you.”

Changbin felt his mind melt at that sentence. He felt shocked as a smile crept up on his face. There's no way his pretty boy liked him back. Changbin felt elated. 

He wanted Seungmin to be his. He wanted to be able to have him to himself. Grip his waist, attack his lips, and fuck him senseless. Especially after he proved his loyalty to Changbin over his own job. 

Everything was moving so quickly for Changbin he didn’t even hear someone make their way upstairs. Only when they cleared their throat did Changbin snap out of his dazed state. 

Standing at the top of the staircase was Shinjae, the dirty fucking mole that Changbin needed to get rid of. 

He furrowed his brows and held eye contact with Shinjae while saying his goodbyes to Seungmin. 

“We’ll talk about this later, Seungmin-ah,” Changbin said. Tone gentle and easing despite the anger flowing through him at the sight of Shinjae. “I’ll give you a call, okay?” 

“O-oh, okay Changbin, I’ll listen for it,” Seungmin said, slightly upset that the call had to end so soon. He needed to hear Changbin’s voice more.

“Good,” he said, and then hung up the phone. 

Changbin stood up and walked slowly over to Shinjae. All that was running through his mind was his pretty boy and how to deal with this snitching asshole. 

He stopped right in front of him, staring him straight in his eyes so intensely it made Shinjae swallow hard and struggle not to avoid eye contact. Changbin wanted him to feel the anger radiating off of him. He wanted Shinjae to know what he was in for. 

“Do you know who I was just on the phone with? Hm?” Changbin asked, lightly placing his hand on Shinjae's shoulder. He flinched slightly and cleared his throat. 

“No, um, w-who was it?” 

Some fucking nerve this kid must have. Chanbin scoffed and tightened his grip on the new recruits shoulders. “Let’s take a walk, yeah?” 

__ __ __ __

Seungmin was beyond happy. He confessed. He told Changbin he liked him and all he was feeling in that moment was euphoria. He needed Changbin to want him as much as he wanted the older man. He needed him to have the same level of obsession. 

Yesterday, he had figured out how he was gonna tell Changbin. 

Seungmin figured he couldn’t be seen going near his hideout, and he couldn’t use his own phone to call him. The chances that his phone was tapped were high. He’s heard too many stories about law enforcement agents having their devices tapped in case of treason. 

The next best thing? A burner phone. Seungmin bought a little cheap one at the local tech store down the street from his house. The store had been around for decades and was not the best at keeping up with new tech. 

After he bought the burner phone he went back to his house and placed it on the table in his kitchen. 

Was he really going to do this? Betray his duty because of his one-sided loyalty to a criminal? 

Seungmin picked up the phone and dialed Changbin’s number. He had gotten it yesterday from the background check that he had asked Jiyeong, his assistant, to run. 

The more it rang the more Seungmin felt his stomach churn. It wasn’t completely the fact that he was worried about his job, but more so the fact that he was about to talk to Changbin.

After the fifth ring, the call picked up. It was silent and Seungmin knew Changbin was waiting for him to say something. 

“Changbin?” He questioned. He knew it was him, he could feel it, and that feeling alone was making him hot. 

“Seungmin,” Changbin responded. The teasing tone in his voice sent a shiver down Seungmin’s spine. He needed to hear that voice in his ear while he was getting pounded from behind. 

“I have information for you,” Seungmin mumbled. He couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice louder, his nerves taking him over. 

“Go on,” Changbin breathed out. Gosh, if Seungmin were near him right now he’d jump him. 

“You have a mole.” 

Seungmin waited nervously for a response. What if he thought he was lying? What if he got angry at Seungmin for trying to trick him? Seungmin tried to calm his racing thoughts. Changbin would be able to tell if he was speaking the truth. 

Changbin let out a scoff. “Who is it?” he asked, tone so sharp it made Seungmin instinctively curl in on himself. 

Seungmin steeled himself and took a deep breath. “Shinjae. Kang Shinjae,” he let out quickly. 

More silence from Changbin. Seungmin chewed his lip. 

“Thank you Seungmin, I’ll handle it.” Changbin said. There was no emotion in his voice and it made Seungmin’s heart clench a little. 

Before he could hang up on him, Seungmin rushed out his next piece of information. “He told us about your Elite Holdings hit. My team is planning on meeting you there and apprehending you.” 

“Why are you telling me all of this Seungmin-ah? Hmm?” Changbin said smoothly. Seungmin’s breath stuttered at the nickname and the tone he carried. 

“I just,” Seungmin paused and cleared his throat. This is it, Seungmin, you can do it. “I don’t want them to catch you. I like— um, I like you.”

Changbin was gonna kill him with this silence. Now Seungmin was overthinking. He had to like him back. Seungmin had given him multiple signs – he’s even giving him a tip off. 

“We’ll talk about this later, Seungmin-ah,” Changbin said. His tone was so gentle that all of Seungmin's worries eased away. “I’ll give you a call, okay?”

Seungmin’s breath stuttered. “O-oh, okay Changbin, I’ll listen for it,” he said. He didn’t want to hang up on Changbin. He wanted to keep hearing his voice for the rest of the night (and the rest of his life). 

“Good,” Changbin said, and then hung up. 

Seungmin sat there at his kitchen table after the conversation, phone still in his hand, and restraining himself from physically getting up and jumping around his kitchen. Changbin had said ‘good’. That was one step away from him calling Seungmin his good boy. That’s all Seungmin wanted now. 

The question now was, how did he get Changbin to take him to bed and manhandle him until he ruined him for anyone and everyone else. 

— — — — 

Changbin was feeling better this morning. He had called off the hit, even though they had planned it and went over the blueprints for weeks. The team was upset, but there will be other jobs to do. This just gives them more time to plan the next one. 

After burying Shinjae’s body yesterday, he had gone to his private apartment instead of back to the warehouse. Once he was laying in his bed, showered and mind wandering, he envisioned his baby under him, writhing in pleasure. He had got off to that thought, stroking himself until he spilled all over his hand. Something about torturing and killing a traitor really got him going. 

When he woke up, all he could think about was Seungmin still. Seungmin’s body, his hair, his smile, his eyes, the way his eyebrows furrowed when sitting on his bed and looking at case files from work. Everything about him made Changbin want to take him and never let him see the light of day again without Changbin by his side. 

He needed him. He needed him to be in his bed. Changbin wanted him to quit his job and be his little housewife. He wanted to come home to Seungmin on his knees, ready to take him after a long day's work being a criminal. 

Changbin had decided to text him after getting out of bed, brushing his teeth, and making himself breakfast. 

Changbin How’s my baby doing this morning? 

Seungmin replied almost immediately. 

Seungmin I’d be better if you were with me.

Changbin smiled at his phone. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought about how they hadn’t even known each other for that long, but they texted each other like they had been together for years. 

That’s what obsession will do to you, he figures. 

Changbin I could fix that for you, baby.  You wanna come to my apartment?  I have something to tell you. 

Seungmin What's the address? 

Was Seungmin coming off as too eager? Probably. But Changbin was just as, if not more, eager.

Changbin  143-15 Dongbu-ri, Seonsan-eup Don’t make me wait, sweetheart. 

Seungmin I won’t. Be there in an hour. 

Changbin can’t believe Seungmin is actually coming over. He was so quick to agree, despite never actually meeting him in person. He must be as eager as Changbin is. 

— — — —

Seungmin was shitting himself. Changbin wants him to come over. 

Can he really do this? Changbin is a criminal, right? This would be wrong, right? 

Seungmin convinces himself that he doesn’t care while putting overnight clothes into his bag. Changbin wants him. And who is Seungmin to deny Changbin of what he wants? This is why Seungmin had the reputation he did in his hometown. He got obsessed too easily. But what was the harm if Changbin was equally as obsessed as he was? 

Seungmin goes into his closet and tries to decide what to wear. He shuffles through his dress shirts and work clothes, eventually getting to the back of the closet where he kept his cute clothes hidden away from sight. His skirts, his crop tops, and his lingerie.

He decides on a short little black skirt. It’s flowy and stops just above his mid-thigh, not leaving much to the imagination. He then picks up a crop top, a pretty celadon color, and walks out of his closet to look into his full length mirror. 

Would Changbin like this? Seungmin doesn’t really even know anything about Changbin. He obviously knew less than what Changbin knew about him. He decides he will like it – and what's underneath it – and sprays perfume on himself before heading out of his room.

He takes his longer coat out from the closet, putting it on and covering himself from prying eyes and the cold air, puts his shoes on, grabs his keys, and heads out the door. 

Seungmin’s nerves dissipate as he’s driving. He realises that Changbin is his, and he is Changbin’s. There’s no reason to be nervous or overthink. Changbin will fuck those thoughts right out of him. 

Upon arriving to Changbin’s apartment building, Seungmin feels himself twitch in his pants. The mere thought of seeing Changbin is enough to have Seungmin almost ruining his panties. 

Seungmin grabs his things and lets the elevator lead him to Changbin’s apartment before he gets carried away with his thoughts. 

He stands outside of Changbin’s door, building up the courage to knock. He convinced himself that there’s no reason to be nervous, but he’s feeling butterflies in his stomach that are paralyzing him in place. 

Before he could bring himself to knock on the door, it swings open to reveal Changbin in all his glory. 

He has on sweatpants and the tightest black shirt Seungmin has ever seen in his life. The shirt accentuated his waist and showed how big his arms really are. Seungmin can see his cock showing through his sweatpants like he was fantasizing about him for the last hour in the same way Seungmin was. 

Seungmin stands there, taking him in and struggling to move his eyes from the noticeable bulge in Changbin’s pants. 

Changbin clears his throat and shifts his weight from one leg to the other. Seungmin looks up and makes eye contact with him, shying in on himself at Changbin’s intense gaze. 

“Hi, pretty.” Changbin says, smirking. Seungmin’s throat goes dry at the name as he tries to bring himself to respond. 

“H-hi, Changbin.” 

Changbin bites his lip and opens the door further, reaching out and pulling Seungmin’s arm. He all but yanks him inside before closing the door and slamming him against it. 

Seungmin feels himself harden under his skirt. 

“You’re even prettier up close, baby. How’s that possible?” Changbin whispers. Seungmin thinks he’s going to pass out on the floor. 

His thoughts are so jumbled that he can’t respond, and he realises that he probably should get his act together as Changbin reaches his hand up to the back of Seungmin’s neck and squeezes, making his knees weak and his vision blur. His other hand wraps around his waist, grip so tight and sure to bruise.

“Already losing yourself, baby? We haven’t even started.” Changbin teases, faux concern in his voice and a slight pull of his lips. 

Seungmin whimpers, the sound caught in the back of his throat as Changbin leans closer to him, lips almost touching his. 

“Please, Changbin,” he whines, arching into Changbin’s grip on his waist. 

“Please, what?” Changbin demanded, trailing his fingers down from Seungmin’s neck to his chest. He was dangerously close to touching Seungmin’s sensitive nipple through his shirt, causing him to start breathing more heavily. “Tell me what you want, baby.” 

“I want you,” Seungmin admitted breathlessey. “Want you to fuck me, Bin, make me yours.” 

Changbin’s eyes darkened with lust and he spun Seungmin around, slamming him harder against the wall. Seungmin’s eyes rolled back at the rough treatment and he felt his hard cock throb. “That’s more like it,” he said darkly into his ear, grinding his erection against Seungmin’s ass. “You want me to fuck you right here, baby? Against the wall like a slut?” 

All Seungmin could think was yesyesyes. He barely registered what Changbin was asking, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock.

Changbin chuckled in Seungmin’s ear, obviously noticing how gone he already was, not even able to voice his thoughts. He turned Seungmin back around and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder and walking toward his large bedroom. 

Seungmin came back to himself slightly when he hit the bed, letting out a pathetic whimper. 

“Please, Bin..please– want you to use me, make me scream.” Seungmin whimpered out, squeezing his thighs together to try and get some friction on his painful erection. 

Changbin chuckled at his pathetic state. He leaned down and hovered over him, his arms on either side of Seungmin. He felt small under Changbin, he was so big above him, so warm. 

“Take off your clothes for me, Minnie. Wanna see you,” Changbin demanded softly. 

Seungmin was quick to obey, ridding himself of his shirt and reaching down to slide his skirt off.

Once the skirt was off, he layed back down, opening his legs for Changbin to see what he was hiding underneath. He had white, lacey, see-through, tiny lingerie under his skirt, his red and leaky cock mostly covered because of his size. 

Changbin’s throat went dry as he swallowed. His eyes got even darker, taking in the sight of his pretty boy in pretty panties. Seungmin could see him struggle to take his eyes away from Seungmin’s cock, squirming in place at his intense stare. 

“Don’t move,” Changbin ordered, hands moving to grip Seungmin’s hips.  

Seungmin stopped moving and smiled softly as he saw realization dawn on Changbin’s face. He must have seen that he had a plug in, obviously prepared for tonight. 

“Oh how pretty, baby. Is this all for me? Hmm?” Changbin asked, looking Seungmin in the eye. 

“Y-yeah, Bin. Wanted to be ready for you.” 

Changbin smiled proudly and Seungmin was about two seconds away from melting. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, could feel the heat in his whole body caused by making Changbin proud. 

“So good for me, yeah?” Changbin said, sitting up and tugging his shirt off. “So eager,” he taunted, delivering a sharp smack to Seungmin’s ass. “I love how much you want me.” 

He continued to tease Seungmin mercilessly, running his hands up and down Seungmin’s torso and lightly grazing over his nipples. He pulled his panties down and tossed them onto the floor behind him, taking Seungmin’s body in – his tiny waist, his soft thighs, his cute cock. Changbin couldn’t get enough. 

Seungmin whined out as Changbin reached for the plug in his ass. He pulled it out slightly before pushing it back in and grinding it into him. 

“Please, please..” Seungmin let out breathlessly. He was so hard it hurt and he needed to be wrapped around Changbin’s thick cock immediately. 

Changbin smirked at his slight begging, pulling the plug out completely and dropping it beside him on the bed. He circled his hole with a finger, not quite breaching him yet. He bit his lip at how wet Seungmin was with lube, so ready and eager. 

“Binnie,” Seungmin whined out. He was getting restless and squirmy. He was so impatient for Changbin’s cock. “Fuck me, please…fill me up. Want your cock so bad.” 

“That’s it, baby,” Changbin cooed mockingly. “Let me hear how much you want it.” 

Seungmin moaned as Changbin finally pushed two fingers inside, feeling how stretched out he was. He scissored them inside Seungmin, stretching his hole open to see how much he would be able to take. Seungmin bit his lip, accidentally stifling his moans. 

Changbin slapped his thigh hard, making Seungmin let out a loud cry. “Let me hear you, baby. Need to hear every single pathetic little sound you let out.” 

Seungmin was dangerously close to cumming, simply from the feel of Changbin’s fingers and the sting of the slap on his thigh. 

“Wan’ it, Bin. Want you to fuck me hard.” Seungmin begged. His words were getting less and less coherent as Changbin kept teasing him. 

Changbin groaned and reached his hand up to grip Seungmin’s neck, cutting off his airflow. “I’m gonna ruin your tight little hole, baby. You want that?” 

Seungmin whined loudly as he nodded frantically, almost giving himself whiplash. 

Changbin pulled his sweatpants off, releasing his thick, hard cock. He groaned as he wrapped a hand around it, giving himself a few strokes. He grabbed the lube off of his nightstand and squirted a large amount onto his cock. He threw the lube beside him on the bed and stroked himself faster, getting lost in the pleasure. Seungmin wanted to cry from how bad he wanted it in him. 

Changbin made eye contact with Seungmin, his gaze intense and dark. Seungmin could feel the tears well up in his eyes from how desperate he was. Changbin felt himself throb at the tears in Seungmin’s eyes. 

“Gonna give it to you, baby.” Changbin groaned and lined himself up, pushing forward until the head popped past Seungmin’s rim. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Take my cock like a good boy, hmm?” 

Seungmin’s eyes rolled back as he felt Changbin sink into him inch by inch, stretching him wide and making him feel every thick vein and ridge. He scrambled at Changbin’s arms, trying to pull him closer and ground himself. 

“Fuck, you’re so big,” he panted when Changbin was fully inside him. “Feels s’good, stretching me open.” He whimpered. 

Changbin rolled his hips experimentally and they both moaned at the sensation. “You were made for my cock,” he rumbled, starting to move faster and squeezing his hand around Seungmin’s neck. 

He built up a steady rhythm, slamming into Seungmin’s prostate with every thrust. Seungmin could feel him in his throat. He was so big and thick and stretched him out in the best way. Seungmin couldn’t even talk. He could only let out desperate little whines with each thrust. 

The bed creaked beneath them as Changbin fucked him hard and deep, so deep, grunting with effort. 

“Gonna fuck you until you’re crying on my cock,” Changbin snarled, gathering Seungmin’s wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand, the other moving from his throat to press down on his stomach to feel himself move in and out of Seungmin. “Gonna fuck you full of cum until it’s leaking out of you.” 

“Yes, yes! fuck, “ Seungmin mummbled mindlessly, lost in the pleasure. “Wan’ your cum! Breed me, please, fill me up.”

Changbin could feel his orgasm building rapidly as Seungmin clenched down on him like a vice. He reached between their sweat slicked bodies and grabbed Seungmin’s small cock. He was leaking pre-cum and so wet that Changbin easily jerked him off in time with his thrusts.

“Cum for me,” he commanded harshly, rubbing his thumb roughly over Seungmin’s slit. “Cum on my cock like the good boy you are.” 

With a loud moan, Seungmin obeyed, his release spurting out to paint his stomach and chest. His ass clenched around Changbin’s cock, milking him as he came. His moans tapered off into whimpers as Changbin kept fucking into him, not slowing his pace. 

“You think you’re done, baby?” Changbin asked, rolling his hips smoothly into Seungmin. “Think I can’t make this greedy hole take more?” 

Seungmin whimpered and his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt his oversensitive cock twitch in between them. “I don’t know if I can,” he admitted shakily. “It’s too much,” 

Changbin chuckled darkly and reached for the lube again, pouring some out directly over Seungmin’s hole as he was still fucking into him, the wet sounds getting louder as Seungmin was made messier. “Nonsense,” he said firmly, pushing himself harder into Seungmin. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.” 

He let go of Seungmin’s wrists and brought his hand down to Seungmin’s nipples, squeezing them and watching as Seungmin shook with pleasure. 

“Such a needy boy for me,” Changbin rumbled approvingly, seeing how Seungmin took his cock so well. 

His hands gripped Seungmin’s waist possessively, leaning down and taking one of his sensitive nipples into his mouth. Seungmin arched into him at the stimulation, his nerves feeling fried from the heat running through his body. 

He could only moan brokenly as Changbin used him, reducing him to a brainless puddle of pleasure. His cock was already leaking again, hard and aching against his stomach. 

“Gonna make you cum again, baby,” Changbin promised with a smirk on his face, his thrusts not even tiring him out. “Gonna force it out of you until you can’t cum anymore.” 

“Pl’se, n-need it,” Seungmin panted, his mind foggy and body trembling as he teetered on the edge of another orgasm. 

“Shhh,” Changbin soothed mockingly, fucking into him harder. He groaned at the sound of his hips meeting Seungmin’s ass so aggressively. “You can take it. Gonna fill your pretty little hole up until it’s running down your thighs.” 

Seungmin sobbed and whined as Changbin leaned down and started mouthing against his neck. He could feel the blood rush to the spot Changbin was sucking. Marking him up all over his neck so that everyone knew. He wanted them to know Seungmin was his and his only. 

Changbin couldn’t get enough of fucking into his baby’s wet hole. He found the little sweet spot just below Seungmin’s ear and bit down harshly, nearly drawing blood. 

Seungmin let out a loud moan as his hips bucked up, briefly grinding his cock against Changbin’s stomach. He wanted Changbin to bite him all over, wanted him to make people know that Seungmin was owned. 

Changbin kept thrusting into Seungmin, hitting his prostate head on. He could feel his release building, wanting to make Seungmin cum a second time. 

“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” He said, panting loudly and groaning at the rhythmic clenching of Seungmin's walls. He could tell he was close to cumming. “Cum all over my cock so I can fill you up, pretty. Need to cum inside you, breed you.” 

That did it for Seungmin. He felt his body go rigid and heard himself let out the loudest most pornographic moan he’s ever heard from himself. His orgasm crashed over him, ass clenching down on Changbin’s cock in pulses. His release slowly dribbled out of his red, throbbing cock despite how intense it felt. 

Changbin groaned as Seungmin’s tight hole milked him, burying himself deep one last time to fill Seungmin with his cum. He took Seungmin’s hands into his own, intertwining their fingers and riding out the waves of his orgasm. They shuddered together as they came down, Changbin’s softening cock still buried inside Seungmin’s loose hole. 

“You did so good, baby,” Changbin praised breathlessly, nuzzling into Seungmin’s damp hair. “Took my cock so well. Such a good boy.”

Seungmin could only whimper in response, completely spent. Changbin smiled and pulled out carefully, watching as his release dripped out of Seungmin's used hole. 

He gathered some on his fingers and pushed it back inside, making Seungmin moan weakly. “Keep it in you,” Changbin ordered gruffly. “Let it take.” 

Seungmin’s cock gave a little twitch as he nodded obediently and curled into Changbin’s side as he pulled him into a loose embrace. They laid together silently for a while, basking in the afterglow. 

“You still wanna arrest me?” Changbin asked eventually, nuzzling into Seungmin's hair. 

Seungmin giggled breathlessly and snuggled closer, listening to Changbin’s steady heartbeat. “I mean, I did bring my handcuffs…” 

The end.

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in which maddison gets her first period (single! dad chris) and he has no idea what to do but matt has a girlfriend and she guides maddison on what to do!! ❤️❤️

A/n:  ofc! I put a little spin on it! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

Chris knew having a daughter meant having to deal with the ever changing moods and phases that a normal teenage girl would have to deal with and go through. Today though was one of those days, one of those pivotal moments in a growing females journey. Her Period.

Madison had been moody all day with not only matt and Nick but also Chris. it seemed like almost every little thing made her emotional or angry for that matter. For example, earlier that morning she started crying because they didn't have any milk for her cereal this morning.

"hey lovebug whats been going on with you today you seem all over the place"

chris asks his daughter coming into her room to see her fully bundled up in not only her blankets but also sweatpants and corresponding hoodie.

"i know im sorry its just i started my period and its been really bad"

madison confesses to him as Chris slowly nods towards her confession. Chris had no idea what to even say in this moment let only know what do because he wasn't a girl.

"im sorry sweetie is there anything you need I guess"

chris asks her complete unsusre if that was even a question he should be asking you would think he would already know what she needs and not have to ask about it. Madison simply shakes her head 'no' laying back down on her bed scrolling on her phone.

"Hey are you busy right now"

chris asks matts girlfriend, Savannah. Chris knew he needed someone to help him with what in the world to do when it came to periods.

"hey no whats up you look stressed out"

she chuckles acknowledging his expression that was painted on his face.

"i mean kind of so madison started her period today and I have no clue what to do, what she needs or anything, I mean I dont even know how to explain that stuff because well"

chris huffs out trailing off in his ramble.

"because your not a girl i get it I will go to the store real quick and then get a couple things she needs and explain stuff to her and I dont know maybe you can get her some chocolate because that always helps"

savannah offers as chris lets out a quick exhale of relief agreeing to the deal thanking her ahead of time.

"Knock knock"

Savannah greets enetering into madison room.

"Hi sav"

madison softly greets sitting up in her bed.

"how its going champ"

savannah chuckles sitting on the bed with Madison. Madison shrugs not really not what to say about how she feels at the point.

"well your dad told me that you had a rough day today because of a new found friend called mother nature"

savannah giggles out a madison lets out a quick sigh and nod of her head.

"yeah and its not been fun"

madison huffs out.

"well i have some goodies for you"

savannah trails off grabbing the target bags from the floor setting them on the bed with them so she could go through them. Savannah fished out the first couple of items in there being tampons and pads.

"so i got both of these because you can take you pick on which one you feel most comfortable using but this is really to catch the blood so you dont stain your pants or anything"

savannah softly explains as madison nods her head.

"but what if i do bleed through because I didn't know when my period was going to start"

madison asks curiously not wanting to ever bleed through anything because that would be insanely embarrassing.

"you can download an app an it will help you keep track so you can have somewhat of an idea of when it might appear because trust me bleeding through is not fun"

savannah chuckles out. Savannah set the tampons and pads down to the side fishing out the heating pad. Madison quirked an eyebrow up in confusion.

"what is that supposed to do"

madison asks.

" for the cramps in case they get bad apply heat to it helps a lot"

savannah states. Madison's eyes light up knowing that would definitely be her best friend in the future.

"and then last but not least"

she trails off pulling out a bottle of aspirin as madiosn slightly giggles knowing what that does for her in general.

"for the cramps"

madison states.

"for the cramps"

savannah reiterates.

"thanks Savannah"

madison states reaching over to hug her.

"of course anytime youre like my little sister mads so you can talk to me about anything especially if you cant talk to your dad"

Savannah chuckles as her bedroom door opens.

"hey i bought you some chocalte and really candy you like"

chris states shyly as he sets down two full bags of what looked like candy.

"jesus chris did you buy up the whole aisle"

savannah gasps out looking into the bags.

"sorry i panicked i didnt really know what do get"

chris states in his defense as savannah laughs at him.

"thanks dad"

madison chuckles out truly grateful for him.

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