#ughh this was so much better in my head

[aromanticasterisms]

the epic highs and lows of rereading your own writing to seek out parts you disliked and analyze Why you disliked them to do better in the future

[chesters-ocs]

RAINFALL AT WORK [Tracking Down]

augh. yeah. we're so back baby

wc: 1.2k

On a rainy autumn day, Sylvester clocked out earlier than he should have. Hours earlier.

At lunchtime, barely halfway trough his shift, he was out the door, to the befuddlement to his soulmate, who was keen on keeping up the little routine of giving Sylvester food on the daily.

"Where are you going?" Stone asked, stopping him halfway down the hallway, an ever-so subtle hint of confusion clouding his face, the little lunchbox gripped tight in one hand, as the other took hold of Sylvester's coat covered forearm.

Right... Over the months, the larger man had decided his soulmate deserved a proper every day, in a proper lunchbox at that. Sylvester isn't sure when the change of heart happened, but he didn't comment on it. Free food on the daily was, unfortunately, very appreciated. And greatly improved his opinions on the man.

"Ah? Oh! Sorry-! I gotta go!" Sylvester answered quickly, seemingly in a rush. Stone noticed he slightly bounced in place out of nervousness.

He repeats his question: "Where are you going? It's pouring outside."

"No reason! Look, I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Sylvester tried to reason, steadily withdrawing from the hold Stone had on him.

"Are the kids okay?" he pressed further, growing concerned, adjusting his hand and hold.

"Yes, yes, they're fine. Look, he's waiting for me, I said I'll go when he called"

The grip tightened.

"He?"

"My boyfriend," Sylvester said without thinking, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

In his shock at the news, Stone dropped his hand, and Syl took his chance to leave then.

"Alright, bye!" he waved cheerfully, entering the elevator, zipping up his coat in the process.

Stone was frozen in place.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Okay. He's okay now. At least that's what he's trying to tell himself.

Feeling defeated, he returned to his own station. The lovingly made lunch going cold and abandoned, as he wandered over to a window.

Only to just barely see who, he presumed to be, Sylvester's boyfriend holding the lean man in the midst of all the rainfall.

Idiots, he thought bitterly, they'll both get sick. Stone knew for a damn fact the thin overcoat adorning his soulmate was not suitable for rain, given the amount of times Sylvester complained about being soaked to the bone.

He finally looked away when the two kissed, feeling a sense of loss.

He bit back his grief. Of course the one person he actually had grown interested in ends up being taken. Of course it's his one and only soulmate who is dating a different man entirely. A man who looks like he's straight out of some greaser fantasy with that hideously worn down leather jacket and slicked back hair. If he focused hard enough, he's sure to smell the stench of cigarettes seeped into every square centimeter of his body.

Disgusting. Did his soulmate really settle for that?

Instead of stewing in his emotions, he gets back to work. He'll find a way to busy himself for the rest of the day. Maybe for the rest of forever, if it meant not thinking about the implications surrounding his soulmate.

When Sylvester doesn't show up the day after, Stone just sighs. He had a hunch. That sort of rainfall doesn't spare anyone. And he supposes the food he had prepared can be saved for another day. It won't go bad overnight. Worst case scenario, he'll eat it himself. Alone.

It takes Sylvester a week to get back to work. Even then, he's a little stuffy-nosed and his cheeks are ever-so-slightly tinted pink.

Stone is not proud of the fact that he basically runs upstairs to the office at the first sight of the car in the parking lot.

Neither is he proud of the inspection he orchestrates, having a deeply instinctual need to make sure if everything's fine.

Everything was not fine.

"You should have stayed home! I don't have any damn cough syrup to give you!" he cursed, guiding him to sit down. He did not need the older man collapsing on him from exhaustion.

Once the checkup forced upon him is over, Sylvester ignores him, despite being well aware of how right the only medical professional in the room is. His hands mess with a disassembled a walkie-talkie, but his eyes are still slightly glazed. At least he can tell he's listening by the way his ears twitch.

"... Where's your phone?" he demands, causing Sylvester to finally look at him by his own volition.

"What?" his voice crackles, his throat clearly needing rest.

"I need you to call that boyfriend of yours," he doesn't mean to spit the word out like that, but he does.

"Can't," Sylvester says, trying to keep talking to a minimum for the sake of his vocal chords.

"And why not?" Stone challenges, crossing his arms, "He needs to get over here and take you home or so God help me, I'll do it myself."

"He left," Sylvester grumbles. For a second, a brilliant second, hope sparks within the medic.

"He left you?" The hopeful tone is barely hidden, causing the ill man to glare his way and shake his head.

"Left the country," he wheezes out, followed by a dry, prolonged coughing fit.

"Okay, okay, but you really should go home. You're in no shape to work still!" he leaves out how it killed him to be witness to the sad shape his soulmate was in. How he would have swapped sides with him in an instant, were he given the chance.

After a bit of back-and-forth, Stone convinces his soulmate to at least take it easy and sit in Stone's office alongside him. Better to at least keep an eye on him there than to let the man sit behind the wheel in this state.

The temptation to drive him home was there though. He didn't live far, as evidenced by the information he gathered while snooping around for something, anything, when it came to Sylvester.

Though, conveniently, he shielded his eyes at all the minor laws he's broken. Got a job in the military in the end, so, it can't have been that bad, right? At least it's what he tells himself when going to bed in the evenings.

Eventually, Sylvester did doze off. Unsurprising, considering the mild fever wracking his system.

It's a shame he had to wake the man up when his usual shift time reached it's end.

Gently (by his standards) Stone shook him awake, drawing a whine.

"Come on. It's five. You need to go home."

"Mhm..."

"Feel better, at least?"

"Yeah... A little. Thanks," though he made no move to get up from the stiff sofa he had fallen asleep on, stretching.

So trusting, Stone noted to himself.

The next time he clocks in, Sylvester is back to his normal self. Looking a bit more healthy and with that little spark in his eyes that he found himself missing.

At lunchtime, he found himself in the small office once more, and in-between eating, he prodded at information he was quickly growing restless to obtain.

"So why did he leave?"

"Hm?"

"Your boyfriend. Why did he leave the country?"

"Uh, work, I guess."

"You guess?"

"He doesn't like talking about it," Sylvester says, shrugging.

"I wouldn't."

Sylvester glances at him with a hint of confusion: "Wouldn't what?"

"Wouldn't leave you."

Right...

With a roll of his eyes, he commented.

"I appreciate the thought, but look where you are, sweetheart. It's practically your job description."

"Then I'd quit," he says with the same exact nonchalance he would when speaking of the weather.

"Aren't you just a dear?" Sylvester mused, chuckling.

"For you? I try to be."

[madamechrissy]

Pretty Please

Pairings- Yandere Caleb x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI/NSFW- a sick fic, you're literally sick from taking care of Caleb (based on the memory in the game) but Caleb knows just how to make you feel better. Don't read if not your thing- he's obsessive asf as we love him, oral sex (f receiving) low-key yandere behavior, Caleb being slutty for you even though you're the only girl he's been with, sweet and also freaky asf - 2k WC

Just me being actually sick ( I have the flu ughh ) and writing this as a completely self indulgent thing- comments and rbs appreciated if you enjoy

You're sick, really sick, after nursing Caleb during a really bad flu, now you've gone and caught it yourself. Ever the caretaker, Caleb is gently spooning some broth into your mouth, holding you up gently, his big hand supporting your head. You hate how good it feels, how good it felt laying against him when he held you all night.

You're both too close, you know that, childhood friends forever, fuck you are all each other even has these days, you never want to ruin it, but your flushed state and addled mind make it worse. You're too sick to ignore how good his cool fingers feel, too weak to pretend you don't crave him all over you.

You take a shaky breath as he puts an electolyte drink to your lips now, you wrap your mouth around the rim of the cup, sipping just so, lip print left on the beveled glass. "I told you, Pip squeak, you were gonna catch it, but someone is stubborn."

You manage a cute little glare, and he laughs at it, as he sets the drink down, running his fingers over your hot forehead, frowning a bit. Even with the medicine you were still running a pretty high fever, breaking just a little sweat that's shimmering on your skin. He can't help but think how pretty you are even sick, but fuck when weren't you?

In his bed, in his arms all night, like pure torture, trying to focus on caring for you instead of doing what he really wanted, to have you wrapped around him, to forget anyone exists but him. He is even taking the slightest pleasure with you depending on him so much right now, selfish but how can he not feel that way, when he's so desperately in love?

"I refuse to be sick." You inform him, making him chuckle, his dark lavender eyes lighting up just a bit, mischievous in their glint.

"Oh, yeah? Think you're so invincible." His voice is a comfortable taunt, a tease as he brushes a droplet off your lips, making you pause then.

"I am! I'll tell it to-" you cough just a bit. "To fuck off."

"I bet you will." He's brushing your hair back, so close now, you pause, looking up at him, breath so quick it makes your chest rise and fall.

Why are you wet while you're sick?

Fuck.

"It's all your fault, you know, playing doctor." You pout now, but your eyes flutter shut as he leans over you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss, eliciting a little whimper that makes him pause, kissing it again. "Feel good, honey?"

"Honey... not Pip squeak?" He chuckles again, looking at you as he runs his thumb in a circle over your flushed cheek, damn near burning to the touch.

"The noise you made," his voice drops to a husky whisper, straight nose damn near brushing yours, and your hands find their way to his soft blue shirt, thinking wildly he'd kiss you then. "It was as if... you really liked it, did the kiss make you feel better?"

You nod then, sighing, and he trembles in his grip of you, desire making him ache. "You can't kiss my lips, you'll get sick again."

"You want me to?" His whisper was shocked, you turn your face then, but he presses a kiss on your hot cheek now, making your grip tighten on his shirt. "You're sweet when you're sick. Look at you, weak like a little kitten."

"Jerk." He laughs again, pecking a kiss on your neck, and that's when Caleb loses control, the insane control he's always kept with you, when he brushes lips on your sweet flesh, and you cry out, and he can feel that heat between your thighs. "Caleb..."

"Yeah? Feeling better yet?" He kisses down your collarbone, tugging at the shirt you wore, swallowing you since it's his shirt, and he wonders if you're wearing anything else.

His bed.

His clothes.

His.

You're his, you're supposed to be his, fuck.

When his hand slips down, brushing your breast, he watches your nipple press against the thin white fabric, making him let out a shaky, heavy breath, and your hand slides up, palm over his racing heart. Caleb has an athlete's heart, but it's fucking racing like crazy, you feel it, eyes locking.

"Where do you need me to kiss it better, Pip squeak? You just tell me."

"Caleb..."

"Aren't I always here for you? Don't I always take care of you?" You swallow now, nodding, as his eyes get darker, plump lips parting, looking up under his dark long lashes as he kisses your nipple over the shirt, and your back arches, cunt throbbing again.

"You always take care of me." He moans again, hands sliding down to your waist now, then your hips.

"So let me make you feel better. Make you feel so fucking good."

"How?" Your innocent whisper almost ends him, he's never asked you outright but always hoped you would wait for him.

"Has anyone kissed you..." his fingers drift down until he finds your slick cunt, your gasp of pleasure making his cock throb and leak sticky precum. "Here?"

"No... you know I..."

"Never like anyone enough to?"

"You're... usually annoying me too much for me to notice anyone." He smiles against your skin, yanking the blanket off you and leaning back on his knees, looking down at you as he slips that big shirt up your thighs.

"Oh, is that it? Just annoying?" He bites his lower lip when he sees it, your bare glistening cunt, emitting even more heat than your fevered skin. "Fuck..."

"You're annoying and... clingy and... attention- ah!" He scoots down the bed, spreading your thighs, slipping that shirt up and pressing a hand on your tummy, breath so close to your cunt you can't take it, gripping the soft blankets under you. "C-Caleb!"

"So no one has kissed you... right..." His lips smack as they press a kiss to your clit, and you weakly jerk, body still aching from the fever now. "Here?"

"No one." Your answer ends him, he rests his head on your inner thigh, trying to fucking compose himself, rigourous military training couldn't prepare him for the scent or taste of you- of course he'd stolen many panties- but the source was even sweeter. "Are you sure it'll um... make me feel better?"

"Well if I kiss your other lips you think I'll get sick, right?" He asks casually, pulling your folds apart and breathing against your tiny clit, making it twitch as he smirks just a bit. "You tell me if it makes you feel better, I'll always make you feel better."

You nod weakly, and soon Caleb, the closest person in the world to you, is lapping his long pink tongue up your slit. Your thighs close, earning a firm smack to them that stings.

"Hold them open." That commanding voice, the military voice of his that makes you ache, you immediately agree. "Good girl."

Good girl!?

You're done, when Caleb slips his tongue up your slit now, juices gushing out of your hole, which he hungrily fucking laps up, as you're shaking, desperate for more. Your hands entangle in dark brown silky locks, just making him moan when your nails press his scalp, when you pull, and he flicks his tongue again.

"Ah!" You're shaking, weak and exhausted, like he's sapping the last bit of hydration from your body, but it feels so fucking good you can't take it.

"This helping, honey? Feel better yet?" You shake your head, earning his grin, you feel every line of his teeth against your plump lips, jerking your hips as he flicks the tip of his tongue up again on your engorged clit. "You need more, then ask for it. How do we ask nicely huh?"

"Pretty please." The words ruins him, fuck you ruin him, he grips your ass then, dragging you closer, and starts eating your pussy in earnest, in ways he's only ever dreamed of, better than lapping your soaking wetness off your panties, better than anything. The first time he's finally gotten the girl of his dreams against his face, and you're falling apart for him.

He feels so good, tongue slipping inside gummy walls that convulse as your hoarse voice echoes in Caleb's spacious room, and the sounds of him drinking you up are fucking obscene, lewd, the squelching wetness mixing with his moans as he laps at you. His fingers press into the plush of your thighs, leaving bruises he hopes stay, and so do you, as you're arching your hips up, weak but willing to give him all of you.

Caleb's grinding his cock against his mattress, aching to slide it in, and fuck he'd love that, to take you, make you fully his, but he knows you'll need energy for that. So for now he murmurs - "Cum for me, would you? You'll feel so much better, won't you? Let me take care of you."

You manage a nod, then Caleb sinks a finger in your tight entrance, the stretch and how full you are too much, he grins, sighing, eyes so dilated they're black with desire, damn near cumming as he presses up, finding your spot, and your body responds violently, you feel it all fall apart, almost hurting with how weak and sore you already are, the pleasure so intense you can't see.

"Caleb, m'gonna-"

"Cum, pretty, lemme drink you all up, hmm?" You're ended, cumming so hard you almost faint, as you feel lightheaded, ears ringing when he laps at your clit and presses a fingertip in that spongy spot, and when you do, you gush so much he has trouble drinking you all up. Dripping down his face, down to the dark sheets underneath you, screaming out so weakly the last of your voice is gone.

"Oh my god..." You're struggling as he presses one more kiss on your pussy now, then your inner thigh, running his fingers up and down your slit, smirking as you twitch, crying out with a voice almost gone.

"Feel better, don't you?" He asks, leaning over you, strong muscles of his arms tense and defined, and you feel it, his hard cock hot and heavy under his sweats, as it rests between you. "Answer."

"Y-yes. But Caleb we..." You swipe some of your glistening cum off his chin, flushing furiously, as he smiles, brows lowering, so dangerous then, he's so fucking dangerous. Your body has used so much you feel exhausted, eyes fluttering shut as he leans on an elbow, brushing your hair back. "We just..."

"I took care of you, I made you feel good. Didn't I say I always will?" He adjusts your shirt now, helping you sit up once more, and you eye his lips.

"Then kiss me."

"Kiss you hmm? You're so greedy, you're gonna get me sick again?" You just nod, energy seeping from your sick body, and he does just that, kissing you, and he grips you so tightly then, shaking with the effort it takes not to fuck into you. "God, taste yourself, don't you?"

"Y-yes..." You hide your face against his chest then, as he holds you close, stroking your hair.

"You're cute I swear, I'd give you anything you ask." He will give you everything, in time. For now, he knows what's best, pulling back and covering you again, brushing your hair gently. "You need to hydrate, you've... lost a lot."

"Oh my god." He's chuckling a bit now, eyes bright, and you feel yourself wanting to tell him everything, but for now he's helping you drink, and then giving you medicine, before holding you against his chest. You drift off quickly, and he smiles as he thinks of how you're going to have to extend your trip, he doesn't think you'll be feeling good enough yet, and he will take care of you, no one else can quite like him.

Had a few requests for more Caleb, I am in LOVE with him during this event my goodness, I am down to write more if you all want! Hope ya'll enjoyedd this was somehow cute and filthy lmao.

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[klyette]

" PLEASE, ITS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH "

Hashtags # : dubcon , perverted man/men , handjob , naive ! reader , fem ! reader : you/your prns.reader having boobs mentioned n pussy , mentioned almost dying , boobjob , pervert ! character , multiple x reader , could be seen as an "au" depending on the character (s) !

Notes : ughh<<33 my pussy :x if u know what this smut is kinda inspired by, I love u <3

The Pervert! Who had a crush on you, his face flushing when he sees your tits pressing against your top, squashed against it. How he wishes it was his face between your tits or his hands squeezing them !

The Pervert! Who groans when he gets stabbed his lower stomach, his top teeth gritting against his bottom ones. You being the sweetheart, you are~ you helped him, getting him to safety, your cute hands touching his body and his lewd hands desiring to touch your ass.

The Pervert! Who grins when you aren't looking, he has the perfect plan to get you do what he wants, you of course will do it, you love giving him a helping hand. He does let out a groan of pain, the stab wound making it hard to think for a moment until your tits bring him out of the pain.

The Pervert! Who whine stay he can't fell his legs so you rub his ankle and he tells you more higher, your hands now rubbing his knee and he tells you higher so you go higher. Your hands rubbing near his crotch, he goes hard when he looks at you, your cute face focusing on him.

The Pervert! Who moans and groans, you smile and think that he is getting better when he is just getting harder, he feels bold so he moves your hand and you look in confusion. His hand unzipping his pants, you blink and your mouth opens in shock, your face darkens and you flush in embarrassment. He looks at you and puts on a sad face, pouting.

The Pervert! Who begs and pleas you so that you can save his life by giving him head, which he doesn't say out loud but he said that you will have to use your pretty hand to rub his dick so that he lives.

The Pervert! Who begs you "C'mon {name}... It's matter of life and death... You have to help me.." he said, faking a tear and you agree, being naive, and not understanding that you rubbing one out for him will not make him live.

The Pervert! Who throws his head and closes his eyes, groaning as your hand goes in a slow pace, he takes groans in pain so you can go faster. Your pretty hand wrapped around his dick, he groans some more in pain before he asks you if you suck on his tip.

The Pervert! Who leads how you suck, he says that you have to do it or else he will be in more pain, you suck and your confused still he finds it hot. Your pretty lips wrapped around his tip, your hand still stroking the rest of his cock, he groans in pleasure.

The Pervert! Who looks at your lips and your ass as you're on your knees to suck him off, your dress showing off your ass in great ways. He wants to hold your ass and make you bounce on his dick, his hands touching your pretty bottom as you go wild on him. Oh, so much pre-cum is leaking out~

The Pervert! Who stares at your tits, being more squashed in your top, he grabs your head and shakes you slightly so your moving. Due to that, your tits are slightly jiggling when your body moves, he lets out a growl at the sight.

The Pervert! Who has another idea when he sees your tits, he wants to cum on your perfect breasts. His white painting your tits, he groans in pain(faking) and says that what you are doing isn't enough so you panic and go faster. He finds it cute.

The Pervert! Who makes slight remarks about your tits, and giving hints that he wants them to rub his dick, your mouth forms a "o" when you realize, you bite your finger before you take off your top and bra. Your tits are out and you look away, he pulls you closer, your breast touching his tip and he groans.

The Pervert! Who makes you place your hands on both sides so he can place his dick between them, he grins and slides his dick in. His dick being nicely hugged by your tits, he tells you to move them so you do. He grips at his pants and makes you go faster.

The Pervert! Who doesn't warn you when he cums, shocking you when your face and tits are painted with his seed, some of it landing on your mouth. You blink and you pull away, your legs are trembling and your hands are shaking slightly. You fall back and your legs are spread, good thing you don't wear a short under your skirt because he can see your panties and sure are they damp~

#: CHILDE , shidou , gojo , TOJI , aiku , tengen , sampo , aventurine , kaveh , kaiser , solomon , asmo , dazai , nikolai + your faves + other fandoms !

©klyette : do not claim

[c4toru]

thinking about roommate suguru comforting you after a bad date

you’d just gotten back from a long drawn out date with a man that was just too engrossed in flirting with your waiter. you’re exhausted yet you know you’ll have to deal with your aggravating perv roommate once you walk through the door of your shared apartment. click

“you’re back already sweets?” he teases slyly, laughing to himself as he leans against your kitchen counter. you set your stuff down on a nearby chair before loudly sighing, “suguru i don’t want to hear any of your bullshit today.. seriously.” he cocks his head to the side, raising his thick eyebrows in amusement.

“c’mon roomie, it feels like your dates are getting shorter nowadays. what happened this time, hmm?” he fakely pouts, his soft purple eyes locking in with yours. it almost makes your heart skip a beat— what? “i’m not telling you how much of an ass my date was just so you can laugh at me suguru! i already feel bad as it is..” you huff as you begin to storm off down the hall, aiming for your room.

he grabs your arm quickly, turning your body around, pulling you in flushed to his chest. “tell me, i’m your roommate y’know. jus’ wanna make ya feel better ‘kay?” he smiles as he licks his lips, holding you realll close n dear. “o-okay..” you say bashfully, batting your pretty eyelashes up at him.

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you can't believe that you’ve ended up sprawled out on your roommates bed as his head and hands slither their way between your thighs. “n-ngh sugu don’t tease me..,” you pout, tears starting to form in your pretty little eyes. your legs are spread open, dress hiked up onto your hips, your panties? gone. “callin’ me sugu already? i’ve barely touched you- heh.. she’s dripping for me.” he smirks, caressing your plump thighs as you feel sugurus soft breath on your wet cunt.

“please sugu.. nngh- kiss me,” you mewl, one hand tangled in his hair as the other plays with your perky nipple. “hah.. so needy,” he shakes his head before settling himself between your thighs. he starts to rub his thumb on your puffy clit before giving it a warm wet kiss, earning a cute moan from your lips. “m-more, i wan’ it so bad— ah!” you yelp as he starts making out with your pretty pussy. he’s planting sloppy kisses right onto your twitching bud as your hole clenches onto nothing.

“so fuckin filthy.. mmf.” he delves right back into your wet folds, sloshing his thick tongue against your clit justttt right. he lays his tongue flat against your seeping pussy, earning a needy squeal from you. “ah! hnghh— s-spit on it sugu.. make it messy” you moan, your hips squirming against his face.

“yeah? my roomie wants it messy, hmm? say pretty please.” he purrs, suguru knew just how to use his tongue to make his pretty girl feel better. “pretty pleaseee— hah.. suguru, need it.” you beg, your grip tightening on his long luscious locks. you flinch at the sudden feeling of spit hitting your cunt but soon get lost in pleasure as suguru locks his lips onto your warmth once more. he’s slurping up all you have to give him before spitting against your pussy for the nth time.

“being such a sweet girl for me, yeah? mmh.” he moans, devouring your dripping pussy. “give it to suguru, cum on my fuckin face.” he grunts, his hips grinding down onto his silky bedsheets. “m’gonna cum! nngh d-don’t stop!” you’re rocking your hips viciously into his face, his broad nose is rubbing perfectly against your clit as he tongues your clenching hole.

your toes are curling as you feel that familiar pit in your stomach beginning to burst. “m’cumming! ughh fuuuckkk— hah!” you whine, gushing all over his face as both of your hands grip onto his hair, shoving him further into your pussy. “mhm. . mmh so fuckin’ pretty for me.” he groans, sucking harshly onto your pearly clit, riding your orgasm out.

all that can be heard throughout the room is loud squelches, your pussy sobbing as your pervy roommate eats your little cunt out. “ahh.. she’s so sweet isn't she? heh..” he pulls away from your sopping cunt, licking his lips as he admires the mess you’ve made. he lands one final kiss on your oh so sensitive clit , making you flinch.

“ah! m’sensitive mnghh,” you giggly softly, feeling so fucked out. you slowly sit up, cupping his face, pulling him into a real wet kiss. “t’s sweet.” you smile, staring at him intriguingly waiting to see a tiny reaction out of him.

“tsk you’re a real piece of work, aren’t ya?” he rolls his eyes, pushing you right onto your back, pulling you by your hips towards the edge of the bed once more. “you got one more in ya, sweets?” he stares up at you before diving right into your wet n sensitive folds.

“w-wait! nngh s-suguru!” you squeal, head falling against the sheets as you toss n turn. he can’t hear you, he’s too busy trying to help his pretty little roomie. . . she just wants someone to comfort her after her bad date right?

a/n : not proofread lol — reblogs are appreciated! thank you for all the support on my first work >.<

[fairiewonu]

roommate! wonwoo

18+ only!

summary: wonwoo finds your vibrator in the bathroom

warnings: smut, use of a vibrator, reader has a vulva

a/n: my mind has just been wonwoo wonwoo wonwoo wonwoo since maestro released. (it’s been wonwoo wonwoo wonwoo since 2020 honestly)

i've been thinking a lot recently about roommate!wonwoo who you're not super close with. you met him through your mutual friend mingyu, and both of you were looking for a roommate. basically, you’re living together because it's cheap and he seemed nice enough.

you’ve talked with him here and there, and have gotten to know him a little bit. he goes to your college and everyone loves him but he’s sort of quiet and keeps to himself. he likes cats and ordering takeout and if you get home late at night you’ll sometimes find him fucking someone into the couch cushions (he apologized profusely, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset. you think about him whenever you’re in your room, your vibrator on the lowest setting so as to not wake him up).

you like to take advantage of the time you have when he’s not around, so whenever he's not home you like to take a bath with good music and your vibrator. although one day you had forgotten your vibrator in the bath and didn't realize until wonwoo had gotten home. you were in your room, still getting dressed when you heard the bathroom door shut across the hall and the shower head turn on.

you weren’t sure whether to run to the bathroom and try and get it before wonwoo saw (you know it's too late) or to act oblivious and pretend everything was normal when he came out. except when you choose the latter, wonwoo left the bathroom with just his towel wrapped loosely around his hips, and headed straight to your room.

"i think you forgot something," he said simply, holding up your vibrator with a smirk. he was leaning against your doorframe as you sat at your vanity, trying to look natural. the mortified expression on your face, however, gave your facade away.

UGHH and i keep thinking about the different ways this could go. wonwoo being smug and holding this slip up against you to tease you whenever he can. whenever he leaves now, he likes to say something like “have a nice bath.” anything to make your eyes widen and your cheeks burn. this goes on for a few weeks until either you or him break and y’all end up in bed together (or better yet in the bath. wonwoo wants to see how you use your little friend on yourself before he takes it and uses it on you).

or, after going into your room initially to taunt you he could just throw you on your bed and use the vibrator on you right then and there. he knows you’re already needy from using the toy earlier. just the click of the button to turn it on has your body arching towards him. he spends the next hour using the vibrator on you, until it dies. then he just replaces the toy with his hands and eventually, his cock.

wonwoo was grateful for your little mistake. he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on pretending that he couldn’t hear you at night, using your vibrator on the lowest setting as if you thought the walls were soundproof. hearing you moan his name one night, getting whinier and whinier to the point where he was sure you knew he could hear you.

he could definitely hear you now, as he pinned you to the bed and slammed his cock in and out of you. you’re begging to cum for the fourth time and wonwoo is reveling in your sounds. he flips you over and presses your face to your pillows, continuing a brutal pace as his hand reaches around you to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit. you’re cumming again not long after, but he’s nowhere near finished with you.

he makes up for lost time that night, keeping you up for hours after until you’re both passed out in your bed. the next day, you wake up to sound of your vibrator turning on. when your eyes open, wonwoo is next to you in bed, already spreading your legs apart.

“i found batteries.”

living with wonwoo was starting to have many more perks aside from cheapness and convenience.

[gloxk]

just sitting here high asf thinking about getting the sloppiest head from aot guyzzz…*HEAVY ASS SIGH* let me wish upon a star hoping someone could write about this for me…*LONG HEAVY EXTREME SIGH.*

⁺ 　 . ✦ Favorite eaters ⁺ 　 . ✦

(Eren Y. Armin A. Connie S.)

A/N: ugh yes girl ik the feeling … im to sitting here wondering how nasty eren would eat the kitty…BUT ANYWAYS TYSM FOR 600!!! NEXT STOP 700!!! AHHH!

Synopsis: Aot men as your favorite eater.

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♡ Eren ♡

Ughh omg..Eren giving you nasty head after he pissed you off…The type of head that makes you run away in shame!!!

“Givin me an attitude ain’t gonna get you anywhere, you know better den that.” Eren scoffed, while tossing a blunt over to you.

Oh boy how he was so undeniably wrong.

You could tell Eren was unamused with your bullshit. He wasn’t taking you ignoring lightly at all.

“You gon fix it or am I, figure it out.” he whispered in your ear. You stood on what you dished out, you weren’t fixing shit.

You chuckled at him in response, how stupid he was to think you were going to pipe down.

That was until he found his way between your thighs..

One hand tangled in his brown locs and the other one holding a blunt. Best combo..

You lazily rutted against his tongue while his piercing twirled against your puffy clit.

It was so hard to look him in the eyes after he made you cum on his tongue 3 times.

“Still got an attitude baby?”

Let’s just say..you ain’t had one after that.

♡ Armin ♡

Oh..lawd. I said this once i’ll say it A FUCKING AGAIN. Armin is a pussy eater expert. He’s VERY talented in that ‘field’..

This man has no problem eating it for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Hell, he will wake up and decide he’s hungry and start going crazy.

That’s how your morning starts..with Armin stuck between your thighs eating it so you can wake up.

Eyes barely opened and you’re already on the verge of cumming..his way of saying ‘goodmorning’.

He so eager to do it too. Sometimes yall could just be watching netflix and he will insist on eating you out.

“Well, I mean, the show is kind of boring. Just come on, it will be quick.” He’ll beg and beg, “Please, I know you’re tired, I can help you go to sleep faster!”

His contact name is NyQuil in yo phone! (If you know. you know .)

When he say fast..oh baby he mean fast. That tongue can move at speeds you didn’t even know existed.

But his favorite time to get to munching is before you go to work.

“We got 10 minutes Armin.” He don’t need even need 10 he will make you cum in 5.

♡ Connie ♡

Ex! Connie getting fucking wasted and coming back home and eating you till your cummin everywhere…

I just know he eats it with his grillz on..I just know.

You want nasty head? Connie is your man for it. He gonna make it SLOPPY SLOPPY.

“Baby whatchu mean, we supposed to be in love..” his words slightly slur, he had a fuck boy grin plastered over his face. “stop acting like you ain’t happy to see me.”

He wasn’t supposed to be there and he knew that. But you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially when he was telling you how much he missed you. “Cmere baby i’ve been missin you..” & “I know you mad at me lemme change that.”

if ‘Let my face be yo chair’ was a person…

Sitting on his face is a pleasure to you and him. He gets to see his (ex) girlfriend and you get some head.

A win win in your books!

You grinding against his golden grills while his hands rub your waist up and down. “You got such pretty moans, lemme hear em baby.” & “Uh-huh, let it out mama.”

He’s looking you dead in your eyes while doing it too…

“You made such a mess baby. Don’t worry go to sleep, ima clean it up.” UGH THIS MAN….

best ex ever!

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going absolute feral for these men it don’t even make any sense.

[miyaz6ki]

10 minutes. a drabble of fingering ++ dry humping (and a bit of eating you out) w/ spiderman!kinich in his suit.

spiderman!kinich who gets easily stressed, the pressure of being a superhero all kinds of people look up to get to him easily surprisingly for a guy who's usually stoic all the time, not caring for anyone outside of his little circle of friends.

but spiderman!kinich misses you while at work, even on the job when there's no villain in sight, or simply waiting on the criminal for let's say 30-ish minutes or so- he'll swing by the shared apartment you both share.

spiderman!kinich accidentally lets out his anger on you, but quickly being interrupted by a kiss (from you). you knew he'd never tell you these things, he barely opened up about himself back when you two first met, and now that he loved you, you knew he wouldn't throw this away unless emotions took the best of him.

spiderman!kinich who just as easily returns the kiss to you, it was clear when his tongue spoke for him- he was hungry. almost as if he planned for this to happen.

spiderman!kinich suddenly pins you down to the couch, your head on the armrest of it as he kisses down your nape, caressing your cheek with his gloved hand. going as far as to kiss down to your stomach, about to strip you of your pants until you quickly informed him you'd be in an interview soon enough.

spiderman!kinich had no problem straddling you on his lap, laying down on the armrest instead, using your clothed cunt to rub against his 'stress boner' (or whatever he calls it).

it was just that little push, and now he didn't have to do much. letting you do all the work; watching you squirm, and pushing yourself into his dick, but when you get tired.. he'll use the strength in his palms to make sure you both finish into your clothing <3

but that's a last resort. he talks you through it anyway.

"mhm, that's my girl." he hums of approval, watching how you rubbed your clothed cunt onto the tip of his cock ughh!! "uhuh.. that's right, I know you can do more."

spiderman!kinich who loves to praise you. groaning as the grasp on your thigh gets a little tighter to sign to you how he was feeling good. a sign for you to keep going.

spiderman!kinich loved to watch your head throw back, along with your velvety tongue loll out, feeling his shaft increasingly harden against your pussy.

spiderman!kinich didn't have the time to take off his suit sadly, but it definitely defined his abs a lot better. hhhh you could only moan to imagine what it'd be like to ride them.

spiderman!kinich who let you on your back, to rub his digits against the fabric of your panties under the short pencil skirt you decided on for the interview later on.

"so soaked.. just from a bit of humping?" he cooed into your ear, slowly pushing your underwear to the side. slowly fitting his fingers into your hole, one at a time.

the air felt heavy with the musky scent of sweat. strands of hair stuck to your forehead, your eyes glance over to the clock- ten minutes before your interview. spiderman!kinich looked over to the time as well, he could make you cum before that time was up, no problem.

spiderman!kinich who only fingered your hole faster, watching each second tick down to nine minutes, hearing the loud squelched your hole made each time.

adding another digit, you had already creamed onto his fingers. that's one, he made eye contact with you, knowing you couldn't keep your eyes open because of how much you were feeling down there.

his eyes analyzed the way your eyebrows knit each time he hit that one spot, so.. what if he kept curling his fingers against it right after you've just came?

well, the short answer to that was you would cum again, licking it off his fingers, licking his lips right afterward.

his hand pried your legs open, enough to spread it wide enough for his head to fit under your skirt, his tongue taking a dip into your delicious cunt. you couldn't help but clench around his fingers that worked at your hole before. that was 6 minutes.

the way his tongue started to coat your already-wet clit with saliva had your orgasm start to build up once again, adding a third finger into your hole only made it worse, or better in his point of view at least.

his fingers started to work exceedingly fast, or was it coincidentally about to his 3 minutes before the clock would hit 6:25. it's fine if you were a few minutes late right? he's pretty fast at swinging with his webs.

kissing your clit, making sure his tongue would have a long-lasting effect onto it, his started to lap your succus faster than before, not to mention the way your back arched from the sudden jump in pace.

"mmmf- kin i- i'm.. g'na be late!" you said, your hands fumbling everywhere, not knowing where to put themselves. you threw your head back with a whine of his name. he simply hummed as a reply, sending vibrations to your pussy.

there it was- you finally came, squirting onto his face, and landing onto his fingers. licking the aftertaste for a few more seconds, you had to detatch him personally off your delicious taste, making a pop sound.

"you.. don't really need that job, do you?"

"kinich!!"

[spidybaby]

barça boys when ur on ur period or smthing pls ❤️

Bloated | Barca Boys

Summary: How they would react when they find you are on your period.

Warning: cursing.

A/N: named this bloated, but don't mind it that much. Love you tho ❤️✨️

Pedri

"Preciosa, let's go!" He calls, leaving the phone on the side. "Are you ready?"

"Coming, Pedro." You say, applying your lip oil. "Calm down."

He rolls his eyes at you calling him Pedro. Checks the time, it was still early, but he didn't wanted to hit traffic.

"I'm ready. Let's go, Pedri Potter." You say, grabbing your coat. "Let's go, let's go, let's go." You hurry him, knowing he will be bother.

"Calm do-" He starts, pausing when he sees your clothes. "Why did you change your shorts?"

You look at your clothes, looking at the dress you are now wearing. "Oh, we-"

"You looked amazing, I mean, you look amazing now, but I mean, you love wearing shorts. Are you okay? You know you always look amazing."

You can't help but feel overwhelmed, not because the clothes are a touchy subject, but because you're not only hormonal but also sensible.

"Oh, pedri." You smile, giving him a hug. "I love you."

"You know I love you so much." He smiles. "Now, why did you get changed?"

You dry the few tears you let go. "Oh, I was bloated, and the shorts were a little tight on me." You explain. "But what you said was so sweet, thank you."

"So you changed to be comfortable?" He asks, making sure you are telling the truth.

"Yes, I just don't feel like being in anything tight at the moment. Every time my period comes the bloating does too."

He then understood, the crying, you being mad, you being extra clingy or away. It all makes sense to him now.

"So you are on your period?" He asks, just to make sure he's not overthinking.

"Yes." You say with a pout. "Anyways, I was thinking about dessert, maybe that chocolate cake we like."

Pedri doesn't fight it. He just nodded, agreeing with you about dessert. After all, he was a boy and didn't really understand periods.

Gavi

"Are you going to eat the rest of the burger?" Gavi asks, eyes on your food.

"Oh God, no." You say, handing the food to him. "I'm so big already."

At first, he doesn't pay mind to it. He's too busy eating the burger, but after two bites, his mind went back to your words.

"Espera, did you just say you are big?"

"Ughh, si." You say, not minding it that much. "You can pop me if you try." You joke, pocking your stomach with one finger.

Gavi's very common frown was placed on his face. He's trying to find words without sounding too harsh.

"Pero, you are not big." He says, confused on why you are saying that about yourself. "Venga, que gorda me la pones."

"Pablo!" You interrupt him. "I'm- first of all, I'm very happy to know that I cause that on you, but I'm talking about me being bloated thanks to my period." You chuckle.

Pablo can't help but laugh, not only because he was ready to take the words out of your mind, but also because he can't help the blush that creeps on his face.

"Joder, I thought you were going crazy." He chuckles. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sip, just some cramping, but the food made it better, thanks." You smile.

He nods, "So I can eat your dessert too?" He asks, hoping that the answer is yes.

You roll your eyes at him. "Yes, eat it."

Ferran

"Don't want to get up." You groan. "Close the curtain, Fer."

"It's a beautiful day, as beautiful as you." He says happily.

You groan again, turning to the other side and placing the pillow on top of your head.

"Vamos, let's get up." He says, taking the pillow and carefully moving it to the side. He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Move," you say, moving so you hide your face on the mattress.

Ferran chuckles, finding your grumpiness funny.

"If you wake up, I'll make you breakfast." He teases, kissing your shoulder. "Lots of bacon."

"I'm not moving until my body stops hurting." You say, groaning after from the pain on your lower belly. "But I'll take an omelet in a few, can you bring me a Tylenol?"

"What do you mean you are in pain?" He asks, he gets worried. "Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"No need." You say, lifting your head. "Let me bleed to death."

Ferran is not a stranger to what a period is. He used to live with two women who made him understand what that is and how bad it can get.

"I get it, I'll bring you a warm compress and that omelet." He says, kissing your head. "After maybe we can cuddle." He smiles, massaging your shoulders.

"Maybe the food first." You say, moving his hands. "Your hands are cold, by the way."

"I'll ignore that because I know you are suffering."

Fermin

"I want to go swimming." Fermin says. "Or maybe on a hike, to keep us active."

"I prefer the hike."

"I thought you were going to prefer going for a swim."

"As good as it sounds, I don't feel like putting a tampon." You explain, searching for something sporty to wear. "Black leggins or purple bikers?"

"A tampon?" He asks, confused. "Purple." He points.

"Yes, when I'm on my period and I want to go swimming, I use tampons, but since I'm not feeling like putting one."

He frowns. "But, you use those pads, aren't those the same as tampons?"

You chuckle. "No, tampons are meant to be introduced inside, while pads are outside and the blood comes outside." You explain.

"Joder, sound complicated." He frowns again. "Isn't it painful to put that there?"

"Not to me, some girl, maybe."

"And if you don't put it and go with the pad?"

"Well, the pad might start floating with us in the pool." You laugh. "Happened to the best of us."

He analyzed the situation for a while, curious but too lazy to ask. And since it was obvious you had it all controlled.

"Okay, not going to question the methods." He lifts his hands. "Let's go get something sweet after."

"Sounds like a deal."

[mlkybqbes]

LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS. . quick one as well, cause i’m too depressed to write much. . or anything at all actually, but oh well, this man is just too perfect.

⋆.˚ Rin Itoshi , blue lock‘s captain. (aged up.) , (not proofread cause i’m too tired)

| smut; mdni , rough fucking , sloppy kissing , shower-sex , let me know if anything else

I just know that man fucks well, so damn well. Because can y’all remember that one time when he bodied Nio?? (the one guy from the u20 match who grinded against Nagi with the long hair lmao.) Yeah, no one was able to match his physical strength, but Rin—when in flow. This has me feral for some reason, because why does he has this much of a fucking build at the age of 16??? My man literally outplayed that dog with ease.

And yeah, he’d fuck you against the shower wall after a match for sure—if lost or won, he’d pound into you nonetheless.

Now, he isn’t really the most vocal, but he’d definitely groan at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him. His dark green hair would stick to his forehead, with pearls of water rolling from his pale cheeks which were tinted the slightest of crimson, showing how much he actually adored you, how much he adored your pussy and the way you were making him feel; he’d go feral if he could. His head would drop into the warmth of your shoulder, each thrust more sloppier than the one before. Lips lazily connecting with your lips, eyes—kissing away those salty tears he just loves to see rolling whenever he fucked you, and neck of course; he’d mark you as his.

He loves that he’s taller, stronger, that he’s more in control; it gave him a certain establishment of power, and he loved power because he loved being better than anyone else. He’d also use that advantage of being much more stronger when roaming your insides with his dick.

Just imagine his brows scrunching, his half- lidded eyes and shaky pants when getting close to his release UGHH.

He loves fucking you in the shower of the locker room. Your face was the first he yearned to see after a long, exhausting day of training.

And y’all need to hear me out on angry sex with Rin. Just think about it: coming home from yet another day of boring training.. though, training had been more irritating than usual due to Isagi Yoichi whom he despised. He’d pound into you, fingers digging into your soft flesh, holding you in place as to thrust into you; almost merciless so. Rin would mutter curses under his breath and not just because you felt so great around him, but because Yoichi riled him up so much. The thought alone made him move more rough.

But at the end of the day, he’d either lay curled up in your lap—for some comfort, or in between your breasts; face down, cheek squeezed against the plush and arms tight around your upper body, holding you close as to drown within the genuine affection you had to offer him.

He just loves his sweet girlfriend.

do not steal , copy or translate any of my work.

© mlkybqbes , 2025 , orginal content.

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a/n; sorry for not posting, i have like 9 different drafts i wanted to post, but im too depressed and tired to actually finish those. someone bully me into finishing them bro. not proofread as well cause im going to sleep now, but i js couldn’t help but think about my man rin ugh, i need to post this. this is short but idc!! 😾😾 happy read anyways, AND PLS FILL MY INBOX W EITHER REQUESTS OR SMTH ELSE PLEASE, im begging. 😝

[heedmywarnings]

"Freminet, please don't talk to strangers..."

A/N: First sagau fic in uhh... a long time. A very long time. I hope the quality of my work improved as I've been focusing on persinal projects thus far. Anyways, here's platonic self-aware Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette (This might be a series)

~♤~♤~♤~

Waking up in the waters of Fontaine was NOT fun at all. But you know what was fun? Being saved by Freminet and accidentally becoming somewhat of a parental figure

"Your grace... surely your time can be spent over something—or someone else more important?" Freminet murmured as he twiddled with his thumbs. "What business? Surely I have no task that rivals the importance of.... combing your hair," you said, giggling to yourself as you comb through the boy's hair for the umpteenth time. "Shame your hair's too short for me to braid, I'd love to style it," you huffed, playing with each blonde strand. Freminet was much too easy to tease. A timid boy like him ought to do better with more praise. Seriously, Arlecchino could do much more by complimenting her children once a day!

"Your grace..." Freminet whined but inevitably accepted his fate as he hugged Pers. This didn't last long as a voice called out for the young boy. "Freminet! Freminet?" And another voice followed. "Fremmy?" The boy in question froze up after hearing his name but eased down as he recognized who was calling out for him.

"It's my siblings..." he muttered to you. "Mm, Lyney and Lynette, yes?" You hummed. "What an iconic pair," you remarked with a chuckle, but that made Freminet's shoulder tense for a moment. You made no comment on it, seeing how he might be uncomfortable he is with the situation and given the little amount of time you both had. Maybe next time. "Off you go now, Frem," you waved him goodbye as he dashed off to his siblings.

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"Freminet!" Lyney called out as he spotted his brother approaching. "Goodness, where have you been running off to lately?" He berated, sounding like a less strict version of the Knave while Lynette dusted off Freminet's head, back, and shoulders. "Uhm...?" Both brothers stared at Lynette. "Lynette, what are you doing?" Lyney asked, almost forgetting that he was scolding Freminet. "I'm making sure that there aren't any ghosts following him like last time," she replied curtly.

"That—! That was only one time..." Freminet tried to reason. "But it couldn't be the last time," Lyney crossed his arms. "I'm capable of looking out for myself, too you know..." he said, desperately wanting his mask on—wait did he leave his mask back there?! Lynette sighed. "We know that, but—"

"Freminet?"

All three looked towards the source of the voice. Freminet visibly tensed up, to which both twins notice. "Oh, is this... a bad time?" You awkwardly scratch your head, holding Freminet's diving mask.

Suddenly the twins felt a pull from their soul. A pull towards you. A pull they felt when the creator bestowed their blessings upon them. In usual synchronization, the twins yell out in surprise:

"YOUR GRACE?!"

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A/N 2: Woah they make xmas colors :0

Anyways, this is mostly a Freminet appreciation post. I love him so much, I swear. He's just like me ughh

[moviestarmartini]

la playa - jude bellingham x reader

" yo te lo hice a ti en la playa / justo al frente de la orilla / ella y yo no somo' nada pero solo entre comilla "

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader

summary: situationship!jude asked to spend the summer vacations with you. he's been looking at you with something other than his hungry eyes for some time now.

wc: 2.0k

warnings: really short instagram aus at both the beginning and the end, situationship where they both clearly fell for each other but won't discuss it, pet names in spanish, NSFW, semi-public sex, soft dom!jude if you squint, teasing, p in v, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), creampie, cockwarming, fluff (aka two big goofs in love).

A/N: i haven't written a fic in more than a year but i'm on break from uni and this man has been plaguing my every thought UGHH i'm also tired of january, it should be spring break already so i'm manifesting that energy into both this fic and the new year !! reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :>

now playing... la playa by myke towers

yourusername verano contigo 🤍

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, settling your phone down after the content had been uploaded.

You met Jude by spare chance. You’d been living in Madrid for a bit more than a year, occupied with your studies by the time the star boy reached the promised land. Jogging in Valdebebas at six thirty in the morning and having a black car pull up next to you was the way you were sure you were leaving this earth, instead finding a footballer asking for directions at the other side of the rolled-down window.

You easily discover the real reason later on. He was not lost, but had seen you around the residential complex; he’d only gotten the courage to talk to you after taking a big jug of coffee that morning, or so he claimed.

You’d noticed he had been staring at your glistening skin as you tanned your backside, but decided against commenting until the cheeky smile started to blossom. “Nothin’ “ He shook his head, but a tiny smile was half hidden behind his plush lips, giving away other intentions. The sun was so bright it was dazing, you’d sat under it for a while now hoping to darken your skin. The heat felt funny inside your tummy, similar to how Jude made your guts churn whenever he hooked your legs over his shoulders. “You’re sitting too far. C’mere.”

“Jude, mi rey, we’ve been holding hands the whole time I’ve been tanning.” You replied shortly, looking at him from behind your shades.

“Not close enough.” He practically whined, tugging at your arm with need, coercing you to get up and sit on his lap under the shade.

“Better?” You asked from your newfound place in his crotch, warm bodies coming in contact as you settled. You noticed him nod, his arm wrapping your waist in a way his forearm rested against your bare abdomen covering your belly button.

“Why won’t you post me?” His lower lip puckered out, eliciting a laugh out of you as you turned to face him briefly before turning towards the vast ocean in front of you. A small groan left his lips at the innocent movement.

After analyzing the vivid memory of his face, and thinking through your words, you spoke up. “Didn’t know if you wanted me to.” Once again, got comfortable in his lap. A sigh followed, coming from the man behind you.

“Have I ever told you how much I like that bikini on you?” Jude spoke after a minute or so of comfortable silence. You felt him toying with the drawstring of the bottoms. You could also feel something poking at your bare ass. “But not as much as I like you…”

“I think you’ve mentioned how you wanted to take it off.” Your voice barely came out; a mumble almost, ignoring the last sentence. Your heart thud against your chest, louder than it had done before when he questioned his presence— or lack thereof— in your vacation post. You peered around the area, only to find the waves crashing close to your beach beds’ location, and pearl-ish white sand spread for miles on end— just the two of you.

You felt him nod again, his chin brushing against your shoulder. Though he confirmed your suspicions of his true intentions, Jude’s hand didn’t undo the strap that held together the skimpy bikini. Instead, his fingers trailed the hem of the swimsuit, barely touching the warm skin. “Can I?”

The tone of his voice was low, the manner only brought goosebumps down your spine. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being eager, or at least the stupor of the hot day didn’t allow you to nod fast enough for you to look desperate. “You don’t know how happy I am to get you like this…” His hand sneaked under the piece at a painfully slow pace. Even though you knew what was going to happen, your breath got stuck in your throat.

“You always get me like this whenever you please.” It could be a complaint coming from anyone else, but it was just the reality of the situation. The relationship between you and Jude was… unclear. Feelings had been owned up to, but a title hadn’t been discussed. In fact, this was the first trip you tagged along; he asked you personally to do so. But you still decided against reading too much into it.

“You were saying, love?” Jude chuckled with malice, smirking at the way your skin prickled up at his touch applied to the bundle of nerves between your legs— which also spread involuntarily to give him better access. The way your words morphed with the moans and delirious sighs brought only further satisfaction to the British national.

“Don’t get all sassy with me.” You complained through a breathy laugh, eyes falling shut. His other hand trailed upwards your torso, to rest against your breasts and get straight into the task of cupping the left one first. The circles to your clit were steady, too steady for your liking. But still good enough to enjoy, and your moans let him know he was doing a stellar job. As per usual.

“What do you want, amor?” You managed to ask. Jude could’ve internally cursed, you knew him too well. A little too well for his liking. Instead of providing an answer, he pressed harder against your clit, the pressure catching you off guard, doubling down the attitude too.

“You,” Jude replied after what seemed years after he couldn’t take any more of your squirming. “Just you, all for me.” You could feel his stubble brushing against your shoulder before his lips pressed onto the length of your neck. It was all too much for you; the heat, the bright sun, the dryness settling in your tongue, his hands touching your body, his hard, clothed cock pressing against your backside, and the coil tightening in your lower stomach.

But he stopped.

Almost bewildered, you gasped, at the same time he undid the bunny ears that kept your swimsuit together. A smile crept onto your face as you turned to face him, thighs on either side of his hips. “You’re looking at me like that again.” You noted humbly, undoing the string of your bra. He couldn’t even formulate a response at the sight of your bare body, eyes scanning every inch, adoring the fresh tan lines.

“How could I not? You’re perfect.” Jude breathed out, leaning forward to catch his lips in yours. It was slow, but oozing with need and passion. You felt a pressure built up in your stomach, sparks, but you hesitated if he ever felt those around you.

“My perfect girl.” He breathed against your lips, hands holding onto your hips as he watched you undo the string that held his swimsuit tighter to his waist. He helped you pull the item down, barely resting at his upper thighs.

He leaned forward once again to catch your lips on his, letting out a tiny groan as you leaned further, just to tease him. “Kiss me,” Jude whined, stomach tightening at the firm grip around his shaft.

“Tranquilo, mi rey.” You cooed, working him up by rubbing his swollen tip on the warm and wet hole before finally sinking down his length. A pair of harmonious groans left both of your lips once you sat in his lap again, hips circling to get accustomed to the stretch.

“I can’t calm down when I’m obsessed with you.” Jude breathed out, large hands helping you steady the pace of your hips. He watched hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared in and out of your warm walls. His eyes were set, as though he wanted to train them to imprint the image in the back of his mind.

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. “Eyes up here, big boy.” The friendly banter defined your relationship; you often wondered if putting a label on things would make that disappear. But it was all just a wall to hide behind the adoration you felt for him, using it to dodge every compliment, in fear that none of his words were sincere. You could tell he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest when meeting your eyes, and the look you couldn’t pinpoint for the whole afternoon reappeared as he tangled his fingers in your hair and drew you right in for a kiss.

A kiss fierce enough to make you weak in the knees.

It was the perfect opportunity for Jude to accommodate his stance to start thrusting upwards, the sweetest noise he managed to squeeze out from the back of your throat was worth the tension in his core. Instantly, your back arched to give him the perfect angle. “I want you like this all the time…” He moaned into your mouth, hands on your hips to pin you down.

“Jude…” You mewled, the sound of skin coming into contact filling the empty air, harmonizing with the waves crashing near the beach spot you both occupied. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly, and Jude wasn’t foreign to the squeezing that built-up with every frantic thrust.

“C’mere doll, you’re doing so good f’me. Cum all over my cock, c’mon.” His voice was soft, the encouragement overlapping with his own groans of pleasure. He drew you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. Jude resisted the usual drawn-out teasing and mocking, now finding satisfaction in babying you as he slammed deep into you.

The string of incoherent babbles left your mouth shortly after his praises reached your ears. Jude closed his eyes to both contain himself from releasing at the way your pulsating walls were milking him so deliciously, but to also cherish the way your moans turned up the octave, nails digging into the sweaty skin of his bicep. Yet again, the heat you’ve been withstanding for the entirety of that morning hazed you, making a fantastic team with the warmth of Jude’s strong arms and the faded smell of his cologne mixed in with the salty air.

But all it took to push you right off the edge was a kiss. A single kiss pressed to your shoulder.

Your release consisted of a cocktail of your orgasm and a wave of realization crashing over you. You were head over heels with the man who was currently squishing your face against his buff chest, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he held you down. Groans and chants of your name replaced your meek moans and sighs, his cum filling you up. You allowed him the luxury of doing so every once in a while, and the dream-like stupor that enveloped your mind currently created the desire for him to do so.

The sounds of waves crashing filled the air once more, overshadowing the heavy breathing you shared. You stayed put, even cuddling closer to him as soon as the tremor left your legs. Time seemed to slow down, and you wondered how difficult the task of pulling away from him would soon be.

“Can I post you?”

Jude broke the silence, he’d been busy brushing your hair strands back into place upon the comfortable silence you’d set on. There was an arm still wrapped along the width of your waist. You pulled back to look him in the eyes, expecting to see playfulness in them, but finding a completely serious stare in return. “Since a certain someone won’t post me…”

“Oh, stop it!” You laughed, cheeks flushed at the idea. “If you think it's that great on an idea…” You puckered your lips while replicating his tone, cupping his face and planting a peck on his lips.

Jude smirked, licking his lips to chase the taste of you. But his eyes were soft, full of adoration. That look. It would blossom by just admiring your presence, or during one of his favorite activities– making you happy. “All I have are great ideas. Amazing, even.” He stole a peck off from you. You giggled, and a smile subconsciously peaked from behind his lips.

His heart flipped in his chest for the hundredth time that trip.

Jude, lost for words, just shook his head and reached for his phone. He started to wonder how a person could compete so easily with the grandiose, warmth and shine of the sun above.

But one peek down at you, snuggled up against him, answered all his questions.

judebellingham summer with you 🤍

A/N: used @ keilanilizbeth on instagram as the fc

and that pic on the left has me wishing i could match sambas with jude 😞😞

[traffys-heart]

making out w/ Donquixote Rosinante | little nsfw

ughh i cant get this idea out of my head i need a sloppy make out session w this blonde man NOW (｡>\\<)

cw: lowercase, gn! reader, shy! inexperienced! rosi

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gosh can u imagine making out with this nine foot monstrosity of anxiety. like i imagine he would be already be super flustered being in ur room and stuff awkwardly shuffling around and staring at ur decor. u have to lead him by the hand (walk him like a dog) to sit on ur bed. smh he would not get the hint.

he’s fidgeting w hands before u take them in urs and guide him to your waist while u attempt to straddle his lap. ur legs barely hang off his body like this and he instinctively squeezes u forcing u to cling to his shoulders a bit. u want to laugh at how nervous he is but decide to calm him in a better way.

when u lean in he has to slightly pick u up to reach ur lips however he’s grateful that ur taking the lead here. when u meet ur more or so straddling his waist now, but that’s okay it’s easier to wrap ur legs around him like that anyways.

i think his lips would be a little chapped and taste like whatever chapstick he tried to apply at the last moment. more likely he bought one at the local general store w a cute design that’s got a cherry or strawberry flavor. besides that he has pretty healthy eating habits so u don’t taste much when the kiss becomes deeper.

guys his tongue is massive (similar to doffy’s) so when u make out u decide to push into his mouth first slowly exploring him. the hands on your waist begin to travel to other parts of ur body like ur thighs and the back of your head. he’s so red he can feel the tips of ears stinging.

ur smaller tongue plays w the tip of his, failing to reach to the larger cavern of his mouth but just that alone is sending all that blood from his face to his cock. the fingers gripping the flesh of ur thighs work their way up slowly in circle motions, easing their way into meeting ur ass.

when u pull away for air he follows and leans into u, leaving little room between u guys. every puff of air u exhale he breathes in, waiting patiently to be closer to u again. however the string of salvia connecting the two of u stares back at him, taunting him to take control this time.

before u know it he is engulfing ur mouth w his fat tongue and practically shoving it down ur throat. he’s committing this moment into his core memories w the way u start to moan into him.

the blonde locks framing his face tickle ur cheeks and make u feel overwhelmed from his sudden burst of energy. u also begin to hear the muted shifting of fabric as he bucks his hips into the air.

when u manage to break apart he digs his face into ur neck, pressing open mouthed kisses into the nook. u play with his hair and r relaxed by the familiar shy boy who hesitantly stepped into ur room even tho he’s been asking for this opportunity after months.

u rest ur head next to his and sigh, content w how the night is going, only to remember ur new guest. shimmying down slightly ur fingers play w the waistband of his jeans, giving him a coy look from underneath ur lashes. u gotta make this new friend feel welcome in ur room too, right?

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[cheolieji]

Roomates - Choi Seungcheol

pairings: idol!scoups x idol!reader

reader has boobs and vag

warnings/genre: smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food!!, swearing, pet names, fluff

the sex part is lowkey short cause idk

fuck was said at least 1000 times😨

you are Svts 14th member and have been roommates with seungcheol for a few months now. Nothing has happened yet, but who knows what could happen when two people who like each other drinks together.

mdni!!

don't like, don't read

a/n note: this is my first time writing on tumblr and first time writing in a few years + english isn't my first language so if there's any grammar/any type of mistakes don't be shy to point it out :)

updated a/n: This was a draft from Oct, so, no, It's not my first time writing on tumblr (not anymore). i deleted the previous draft and rewrote the whole thing, lmaoo

my brain stopped working when it went down to the actual smut omg

wanted it to be longer but im lazy

after a long day of shooting content, you and the members were exhausted. some went home, while some went out to eat, but you decided going home was the best idea. and so did seungcheol. and of course, you're going home with him, i mean, who else? you literally live with him

you two were approaching his car as he sped up a little to open the car door for you. You find his speed walking cute. "Thank you! Cheol, " "Of course, go ahead, watch your head"

as he's getting the car started, you asked, "cheol, do you wanna get something to eat before we go home? and maybe some drinks, too?" "Yeah, why not, we haven't drank together in a while, " says as he's putting his seatbelt on

after he bought the food and drinks (he went in to buy them while you were waiting in the car) you arrived home

taking your jackets off and hanging it on the rack, you sighed. "It's been such a long day, ughh i need a drink." "go wash your makeup off. I'll get the table ready.." "fineee"

felling refreshed, you went to help him set the table up. "we bought a lot of food, are we gonna finish it?" "i will, " he says, giving you a goofy smile

after a few shots, you were already tipsy. seungcheol is still completely fine. He's just admiring how you look while you're drunk

cheeks flushed, lips wet from the drink, and those eyes you give him.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" "No reason im just admiring your face." "Why admire from afar when you can come here? " you said, completely aware of what you're saying

"You come here." You walked over to him both hand on his shoulder while straddling his lap. he has his hands on your ass. "So? are you admiring me better now that im this close?" "So much better, babe"

leaning down to kiss him. it starts slow. Now he has his tongue down your throat with his hands roaming your body. and you're literally grinding on him. breathless, you let out a small moan. that led him to his edge. he picks you up while still kissing the hell out of you, walking to his room and almost tripping over a bag. putting you on the bed as he strips down, leaving his boxers on. you barely had anything on, so you just took your tank top and shorts off

you can see how big he is, even with his boxers on

he goes in for another rough kiss before putting his finger on the wet patch on your panties, sliding it off you. his big and long fingers doing circles on your clit "fuckk-" he pushes them in slowly before pumping your wet juicy cunt, it's so quiet the only thing that can be heard is your moans and the sound of your pussy. it's like music to his ears

"fuck me cheol.." "beg for it" as he's going faster with his hands "fuck.. ahh please–fuck me baby i need you so bad" he stops in his track, licking your juices off his fingers "shit babe you taste so good"

taking his boxers off and pushing your legs back to your chest. fuck his dick is big. "Can i put it in, baby?" "fuck yeah, just do it already please" he enters slowly "fuuck, you're so tight" resting a bit before moving, low grunts can be heard from him

"shit-ahh harder." he goes harder, balls slapping against your pussy "fuck you're so big" hearing that made his ego rise a little, he grabs your legs as he goes harder and faster than before "fuckkk ahh yeaaa" in overwhelming pleasure you scratched his back without realising "shit im sorry" "no, keep going" kissing you roughly before moving to your neck giving you hickeys

"Ah, 'm gonna cum-" "Yeah? cum for me baby" getting sloppy with each thrust. reaching your high he continues fucking into you for a little bit more before plopping next to you and kissing you on the cheek

he moved to cuddle you as if he didn't just ruin your insides a second ago, "you okay, babe? need anything? water? snacks?" "im okay baby, maybe later, " you said, hugging him in your arms

this is lowkey bad but who gives a fuck i don't get paid lmao

[wabatle]

Blue Lock boys when you're on your period featuring: Reo, Rin, Bachira, Nagi can be read as either afab!reader or fem!reader warnings: everything that comes with having a period (obviously) like blood, pads/tampons, cramps, etc a/n: I'm on my period as I write this and it fucking sucks. lmk if you want a pt2 with more characters!

☆彡Reo Mikage

As soon as he figured out you got your period, he was all over you

Constantly asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, if you wanted to go home if you were out

Gets you the most high quality and expensive products 💀

Does so much research on what it is and how to take care of you

Genuinely will skip practice or important work (or other stuff he does) to stay with you

If you have bad cramps, he's insisting you stay home and in bed and he'll dedicate himself to taking care of you

Weirdly good at discrete spot checking. If you think you bled through your pants, he's got you.

He's especially careful to not hurt you because he knows you can get upset easily, and he might laugh a little bit if you're crying over something miniscule

You came out of the bathroom, a sickly expression on your face.

“Is it that time of the month?” Reo asked nervously.

“Yeah, that would explain why I felt so sick yesterday.” You mumbled.

“Here, come here,” he said, allowing you to crash into his arms, “I'll take care of you, baby.”

“Huuuh…” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“You okay, baby? Need any ibuprofen?”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Okay.” He kissed your head. “I'll go get some. I can also get your heating pad if you want it?”

“Yeah, thanks…”

“‘Course! I told you I would take care of you, babe. Now, go lay down. I'll be back in a sec.” He kissed your head.

☆彡Rin Itoshi

Also all over you, but in an indirect way

You're constantly on his mind, he's worried about you

As worried as he is about you, he would still choose to go to practice, but he'll stop somewhere on the way home to get you something, and he'll come home if you need him urgently

He buys you literally everything you need, pads, tampons, you name it, he'll go out and buy it

He doesn't change his behavior when you're on your period, but he does take notice to your intense reactions, like that time you starting sobbing hysterically after he told you practice was stressful and just wanted to go to bed (didn't have time for you)

He keeps a little “period emergency kit” with him at all times 🥺 he needs to make sure he can give you what you need just in case you're out in public and you need something

You and Rin were out to dinner and you had gotten your period the morning before.

“Ughh…” You mumbled, clutching your stomach.

“Cramps?” Rin asked quietly, as not to embarrass you.

“Yeah…”

“Here,” he said, pulling a heat pack out of the kit in his pocket, “go to the bathroom and put this on.”

“Rin…” You smiled, “Thanks, baby.” You took the pack and went to the bathroom.

When you got back, your food had already arrived.

“How is it? Do you feel better?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“If you need anything else, let me know.” He added, leaning across the table to kiss your head.

☆彡Meguru Bachira

Another who's all over you… literally

He's really really worried when he sees you crying on the bed because of cramps, but he really doesn't know what a period is or what it does to you

Brings you tons and tons of snacks because he really doesn't know how to help you

If you don't stay over at his house, he's texting you all day. In the morning, before you go to bed, he's just making sure you're not dead!

Steals his mom's period supplies to give to you. It might not be the exact brands you like, but you appreciate the thought

Skips practice for you with the excuse that “it's that time of the month and you really need his help” but you're actually lying on the couch with a heating pad watching a movie

Bachira burst through the front door, carrying tons of snacks. “Hi baby!”

“Woah, you're home early. Welcome home!” You smiled from your spot on the couch.

“Thanks! I brought you tons of snacks!” He dropped the snacks on the table and plopped down on the couch, snuggling close to you. “I got out of practice thanks to your period!”

You giggled. “Don't thank it yet. I'll probably cry about it later.”

“Don't worry! I'll take care of you!” He said.

“Thank you, baby.” You kissed his cheek, making him giggle and kiss your lips back.

He got up and grabbed some snacks. “Let's watch a movie!”

“Ah, shouldn't we have dinner first?”

“Noo, you're on your period! I have to treat you well today!”

“And that means skipping dinner?”

“Do you want to skip dinner?”

“No, not really…”

“Then let's order takeout! What do you feel like having?”

☆彡Seishiro Nagi

Sooo tired, but he'll put up with you (he loves you so much)

He’ll hold you sooo tight while you're cuddling, and he'll keep playing his game

He tells you to relax in his arms and make sure you took your meds, and he'll want you to fall asleep while he plays his games

In his eyes, it just means he has to take care of you instead of the other way around, so he'll do the least he can do

Another one who would 100% use you as an excuse to get out of practice

Literally has a small bucket of pads, tampons, and other “period stuff” on a shelf so he can just grab it without getting up

If he notices you're more emotional as usual, he'll be like, “are you about to get your period?”

and then he'll mentally prepare himself for it

You had just dropped your water bottle, causing it to open and spill everywhere. You were crying.

“Don't worry about it, angel.” Nagi assured you, grabbing a paper towel to mop it up.

“I–I’m sorry… I–I didn't mean to…” You mustered through sniffles.

“Don't cry, baby.” He pulled you closer to him, resting your head on his chest. “I took care of it.”

You put your forehead on his chest, and he could feel your tears staining his shirt.

“Come on, angel. Let's go back to bed.”

“But it's 3:00 pm?”

“Doesn't matter. You need to take more meds anyway. It's been 6 hours.”

“Okay…”

He kissed your head. “Don't cry. It's a hassle.”

You playfully nudged him, already feeling better. “Well, you're my boyfriend, so you're obligated to take care of me.”

“Says who?” He asks, plopping down on the bed.

“Says me!” You giggled, plopping down next to him.”

He pulled you closer and pulled out his Switch.

[icypenguin]

Can I also request a poly sbg x reader who likes cooking for them? (Specifically Korean and Taiwanese food) and they also like calling her mom?

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 Mom of the Group! ᥫ᭡. ˚⋆

cw: drooling over food, being called ‘mom’, that’s all i guess?

a/n: HII THANKYOU FOR REQUESTING AGAINNN! sorry this one took much longer than the previous one T-T but either way, i hope you’ll like this! and sorry if the foods are not what you expected and really sorry if it’s spelled wrong!

note: reader doesn’t really have any pronounce or gender but is called mom!

divider credits: @drifting-moon @chachachannah

in every kind of way you are, adding your careful personality, you’re always known as a person or a friend who likes to take care of eachother. the fact that you’re a sociable person, not mentioning how you’re a pretty good cooker, makes it even better. since (almost) all of the person in the gang are stubborn and only focuses on the phantom realm, barely taking care of themselves, you, who ARE LOWKEY DONE OF THEIR DEPRESSING ATTITUDE decided to.. try and take things more careful.

“ah, i tried making some meatball dumplings as the starter. for the main i made jjajangmyeon with the side of kimchi and mozzarella corn! aaand- logan helped me while making this ice mango and sago. please dig in everyone!” foods were laid on the table with a glam presentation. anyone who sees it could immediately drool as their appetite will boost.

aiden and taylor were practically drooling as they stared into the food with shining eyes. while ashlyn, tyler, ben and logan tried to hold their drool and act from being so hungry. i mean, who could you blame when you’ve all been stuck in a phantom realm for days and haven’t got any… gorgeous food (other than that delicious sandwich that ashlyn’s parents made).

“thankyou y/n!” “mmm looks delicious..” “best day of my life for real!” “smells amazing..” all whispers of appreciations were heard until.. “thankyou for making these mom!” the word mom came out of nowhere as aiden blurted it out unconsciously. “oops-“ he soon realised what he just said as the table went quiet, but the sound of your laugh came trailing. “no worries, it’s fine totally! i guess i do act like your mom sometimes..” everyone got some jjajangmyeon with either kimchi or corn with mozzarella and meatball dumplings.

everytime you all succeed a mission, whether in the phantom realm or real world, you always make them special food, mostly taiwanese and korean, for a feast.

though, sometimes, when everyone’s having a rough day at school, you’d make them some treats.

“ughh.. have you guys done that 50 math questions? it’s literally due by tomorrow…” aiden slumped on the cafeteria table, following ashlyn who’s already burried her face in her crossed arms. “literally forgot ‘bout those..” tyler rested his head on his hand while ben wrote something on his notebook, “i haven’t touched my math book since monday”. seeing what ben has written, taylor answered, “relatable” as she faceslaped herself. while logan, “i don’t think i’ll survive if i do all of them today..” he continued eating his lunch.

“i don’t even understand or know what’s it about…” you looked at them, trying to remember what you’ve learned. “i know right… ughh..” taylor closed her eyes as she tried to calm her mind down. but the busy background noise made it seem impossible.

the others were groaning or sighing about how complicated all of these were when you pulled out a fancy container. hearing the zip from your bag and somehting being placed on the table made aiden perked up to see what is it.

“ooh, what’s that y/n?” he looked closely while the others started to gain their focus on it. “well.. since it’s been bad lately.. i decided to make us some tteok and songpyeom.. my mom used to make these for me when i was younger. and it instantly lit up my day” you smiled, remembering the memories you’ve made.

“oooh! sounds yummy” everyone looked into the container as you opened it. “here, have some! i made sure all of us would get atleast 3” you passed the container to everyone as they chose which one they’d like.

“mmmm! i think the songpyeom fits my taste more” taylor hummed as she ate the snack. “same here” answered ashlyn, sounding grateful that you’ve made this for all of them. “i’m more to the savoury so tteok is better for me” logan pulled his opinion out as ben nodded, agreeing logan. “well- i think i’d have to agree with logan” tyler continued eating his tteok peacefully.

you were grateful that they all loved the foods you made. aiden shot a playful grin before saying, “well.. i think it’s understandable if we call you mom now! ehhe” hearing that made you laugh “well.. i don’t really mind either-“ “it totally suits you y/n!” taylor continued eating the snacks you made as aiden spammed ��mom mom mom mom mom” in the background noise, earning a shhh from the group after a while.

you don’t always make them food, you’ve made them tea when you all were training too.

you all were panting from the rough and tiring practice you’ve had with ashlyn’s parents. all of you definitely needed something to boost your energy. you scrambled through your bag to find a thermos and small plastic cups (omg your efforts bruh) for all of you to take atleast a sip.

“look at what i brought, everyone!” you called for their attention as they all perked up at your direction. “what’s for today, mom?” taylor joked before chuckling. “well.. i made us some alishan tea who could accelerate metabolism” you smiled while pouring some in each cup. “oooh! that’s cool!” aiden stared at you pouring in the tea. “i think i’ve heard of it before somewhere..” ashlyn mumbled, secretly excited to taste it.

soon, you handed each cups for everyone to take. “thankyou y/n!” all of them answered. each of them took a sip of the tea and clearly most of them liked it. you let out a relieved breath as soon as you see their expression turned into happy and not disgust. “sooo.. how is it?” you asked in curiosity. “it’s naturally sweet, cool!” “yummy, mom” “just like my taste” they all answered differently but none of them answered negatively. you were happy how they all liked them.

“it’s amazing, thanks mom” ashlyn answered too. but when she did, her mom was walking towards your direction and was a bit shocked when she heard it. soon, ashlyn noticed her mom coming by and realised what she just said. “w-wait it’s not like that-! she’s just acting like our mom in the group but that doesn’t mean i’m replacing you-“ she explained, hurriedly. scared that her mom will think of something else.

but her mom only chuckled as she calmed ashlyn down. “i get it don’t worry.. i was just messing around!” she hugged ashlyn to reassure her.

you’re glad that this ‘mom’ thing doesn’t make any trouble. you’re actually happy of it. i guess being the mom of the group isn’t so bad after all, huh?

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧