#wait for part 1.2

[dandadananalysis]

Turbo Granny Arc pt.1.1/4

Part 1: Episode 1/Chapter 1

Part 2: Episode 2/Chapter 2

Part 3: Episode 3/Chapter 3+4 [post credit: Bonus Vol.1 Chapter 5]

Part 4: Episode 4/ Chapter 5-8 (first 3/4) [1/4 rest is for AS arc]

How I divide my parts: I have already posted: -> Part 2/3 Serpo Arc

This post will include: reviewing the episode/chapter, compare the differences between the two, my opinion of the episode/chapter.

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First episode/chapter is kinda cheesy and sweet, basically like most animes/mangas, first episode/chapter is always shown as a plot of the whole story.

We were firstly introduced with Ayase Momo, a gyaru, and she basically got dumped by a terrible "boyfriend" who likes to do dirty stuffs with her for money.

After cursing him with seafood, ofc she is depressed. But oh well, she got very good and supportive girl friends in class who seemed to also be gyaru (I will discuss about gyaru in a future post). They all told her to dump him anaways because of his attitude is unacceptable. Momo claimed she only dates guys who look like Takakura Ken, a famous Japanese actor (he is real).

And while depressed about her first "ex-bf" dumping her (the way she was walking is actually from a dance/reference, I will discuss in a future post about her), she passed by a nerdy friend's classroom. He was bullied by other guys because of being weirdly, and passionately obsessed with alien stuffs, and always reading books about them.

Momo was pretty much annoyed with the nerd's attitude that he didn't stand up for himself, so she blocked the boys from throwing crumbled papers at him. Pretty much you can see, she was defending him from the bullies.

When she left, the nerd called and followed her. He thought that she was interested in aliens and space so he just went all-out telling her everything :))) Ofc Momo was mad.

Also I noticed a very small detail they changed in the anime: They changed President Barack Obama from manga to President Donald Trump in anime! If possible, you can actually read what is in the book that Okarun brings in anime if you know Japanese

When she was pissed because of his annoyance, and not interested in aliens because she thought they didn't exist, the nerdy friend is pretty sad about it, but of course she really didn't mean to say mean things at him, it's actually because she is interested in ghosts, spirits, which our nerdy friend smickered at her that they weren't real. And that turned into a debate/argument, whether aliens or spirits exist.

Each other challenged the other one to go to the rumored places. Momo went to an abandoned hospital, and Occult-kun (his temporarily nickname) went to an abandoned tunnel.

When they were on their phones, this is when they started to tell the other about their childhood why they are interested in aliens/spirits. Momo started by explaining that throughout her childhood, she's been living with her grandma who is a spirit medium because her parents are gone.

Every day, her grandma always told her to do a certain ritual for good luck, and her friends always mocked her for being abnormal and the boys teased her. And most painful one is her crush was one of those boys. (I mean, I would be devastated like Momo, too)

From that day onwards, she was pretty mad at her grandma for being a lame and fake spirit medium and stopped doing the ritual. But then she realized, it's not because of the ritual that she was mad at her grandma, it's actually because her friends were making fun at her grandma that made her angry, because she know deep down, she truly love her grandma :")))

After she finished her story, she asked Occult-kun why he was interested in aliens, he pretty much ignored the question and keep going onwards, until he saw some footsteps

Here's a small great detail that really does make a huge difference between the anime and manga: The manga actually didn't have the bloody footsteps on the tunnel, but the anime does. And that makes the scene more realistic, we can implictly understood that Occult-kun was getting closer and closer to the spirit

AND he met her. Turbo Granny.

Damn, first impression, a pervert granny :))))

Even worse, challenging her to a running competition.

In the manga, Okarun manages to escape from the tunnel and on his bike riding away, but Turbo Granny managed to get him. But in the anime, the studio made Okarun stuck in the endless tunnel, hiddenly stated that once you are in Turbo Granny's territory, there is no escape. Making the whole scene turned red, indicating that this is her territory and her ability, so she had the upper hand

Eventually he got cursed by Granny and suddenly lost contact to Momo. Even her smartphone was red

AND then Momo saw the aliens. They are even more lewd: ripping off her clothes!

(Youtube didn't have this scene :"))) but you can find it from other sources on the Internet!)

She was introduced with the Serpo alien, their species only has males and they reproduce by multiplication. Because of the modern technology, they wanted to know more abt female humans for experiments. They wanted to have the female reproduction organ (the w0mb/cervix) (The banana organ is actually implied for male body part, the reason the Serpoians said that because they are only male, so they basically dunno what it's called for female)

Luckily, her phone rang, and we saw Okarun in a form of being possessed by Turbo Granny! He defeated one of the aliens!

(Why is Turbo Granny biting one of the Serpo's p3n1$ ? :")))

If you watch the anime, you can actually notice that when the Serpo appeared, their territory was blue, and when Turbo Granny appeared in their territory, Okarun's body has a red aura, indicating that his aura trying to fight against the blue territory.

Seeing a major risk of a male human, the Serpo revealed their true form, and they attacked Occult-kun. And that made his red aura disappeared.

(Sorry, gotta stop this post for now, I reached max 30 pics already)

Part 1.2 is going to post next!

[chemicalarospec]

writing can be so ridiculous. I wanted to write a cute librarian AU, but since the non-librarian is going to the library for their mom's holds (they're not the bookish type), I had to figure out why they moved back in after having lived on their own for a while (since librarians need master's degrees it would mess with the dynamic have the older person suddenly two years younger & straight out of college).

So now I'm writing a fic about the 2007-2009 financial recession.

[shotmrmiller]

Masterlist

18+ Blog! MDNI

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I'm your only situationship

Mistress

Inevitable

Situationship into Relationship

Tormented by a Ghost

Submitting to his dominance , part 2, part 3

Please stop staring (or don't)

Good thing we're all dogs

Not a dog, but a rat, part 2

Uninvited, unexpected

Big man, Big mouth

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Maybe Dessert first

John 'just the tip' MacTavish

You'd look better as mine

John Price

Happy trails, John

Loba

Soulmate AU part 1, part 2

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A chance encounter

Drabbles

Ghost being a toxic ex

Ghost with pre-parenthood

141!spotter Simon

141!spotter John

Dom!Ghost

cbf!Johnny

pathetic!Simon

pathetic!Simon extra

pathetic!Simon 1.2

pathetic!Simon 1.3

pathetic!Simon monopolizing you

blindfolded

König

cbf!johnny 1.1

cbf!johnny 1.2

Alpha!Ghost

Alpha!Ghost 1.2

pup!Ghost ask

cbf!simon dbd inspire

neighbor ghoap x reader

neighbor ghoap x reader 1.1

cbf!simon would kill for you

biblically accurate simon

davy jones!simon

ups!simon

cbf!simon teaches you everything

ex-husband simon

ex-husband simon with a twist

simon's not a guy you take home

pen pal simon, 1.2

hate sex ex bf ghost

wrong number w/ simon

single dad simon and related asks

ghoap :)

Reqs

Ghost NSFW

Best friend!Johnny & FWB!Simon AU

Ghost is the unexclusive fwb

Ghoap x reader

Johnny helps with your monthly

You don't need anyone else but us

Escort AU

Needs must, part 2, part 3 (simon, johnny, simon)

Sensual Domination (kyle)

Price

Pet!Reader

Simon meets John's cat

Simon plays with John's cat

Betrayal pet au

Betrayal pet au 1.2

Betrayal pet au 1.3

The boys take you from your old owner

Old owner sees you with the boys

The boys take care of you

Taken to a new home

John doesn't come home to his kitten

Pet needs comfort

Pets exchange hands

Johnny gets himself a fox

Bun waits for Gaz to come home

Multiverse COD

'09 Ghost's wife meets '22 Ghost, part 2, part 3 pre part4, part 4

multiverse asks

Pornstar!AU

pornstar ghost, part 2, part 3

ps!ghost and of!reader prompt

ps!ghost and of!reader, 1.2, 1.3

[alwaysanundertone]

Love can be overwhelming | poly! marauders x fem reader

angst / fluff

word count: 1.2 k words

CW: mention of an abusive household

TW: panic attack, it’s not a super detailed scene but it takes up like 1/3 of the fic 🩷

tag list: @staarflowerr @liviessun @reggieswriter @call-me-mishi @moonyxoxo @jaguarthecat @queerndepressed @kerst666 @delusional-4-fake-people @twilightlover2007

part 1 , part 2 , part 3

Unfortunately, you couldn’t ignore your feelings forever, and you had to learn it in the hard way.

You were feeling slightly anxious, but it wasn’t something you weren’t used to, so you just shoved everything down like you always did and started studying. Ten minutes in, your hands were slightly shaking, but still you brushed it off, until it became so bad you hit your ink bottle, spilling the black liquid all over your papers.  

Suddenly you were in your old room, sat at your little pink desk, staring at the mess in front of you, the tears flowing freely at the prospect of having ruined all of your drawings, while your mother was screaming  at you for being so emotional; to her eyes your emotions were a burden, something to be ashamed of, if you cried you were considered a failure. Pretending to be heartless wasn’t really a choice growing up, more like a way to survive.

Your breath became laboured, suddenly the walls of your room were closing on you, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Your hands were now violently shaking, your heart galloping in your chest: you felt a sharp pain to your chest. You tried calling for someone, anyone, but your voice came out as a whisper. This was the first time something like this happened, your symptoms were just like the ones that people describe before having an heart attack: this didn’t help your anxious state, at all. 

You saw through blurry eyes Dorcas and Marlene by the door, their mood rapidly shifting, Cas rushing to you while the other one ran out of your dorm, and you could just feel grateful for being found.  

“Heart… attack, Cas” She shook her head. “Honey, I think it’s a panic attack. Come on, breathe.”

You didn’t even realize that you were holding your breath, maybe that’s why your head started feeling lighter. You inhaled sharply, mimicking Dorcas, who was now holding one of your hands on her chest, encouraging you to follow her movements.

Little by little, you felt your heart beating a little bit slower, your hands now only trembling slightly. After a while, Cas stopped exaggerating her breaths, and you fell in an uncomfortable silence. “Listen, Y/N, we have to go to the infirmary.” You started to protest, but she shushed you. “We have to, okay? You have to talk to a doctor about this, I think it was just a panic attack, but we can’t be too sure. Marlene’s waiting for us, let’s go”

You laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Madame Pomfrey told the girls to leave, you had to rest, but now you were feeling even more anxious: you thought about all the studying you were missing on to stare at the ceiling. It was pointless, she confirmed it was a panic attack, so what? You couldn’t spend the whole weekend on a hospital bed for it.

You stopped your sulking abruptly, seeing some type of movement in your peripheral vision.  It was slight, so much so that you thought you had imagined it, but then James’s head pop out of nowhere, making you nearly scream.

“Love, we have to talk, but we can’t do it here. So, crawl to me, we’re going to escape” Despite the fight you had, you couldn’t help but giggle slightly, doing as you were told. Once you were both under the invisibility cloak, staring into each other eyes, James sighed slightly, releasing a sigh. “Darling, we’re so, so sorry you have no idea how much. Dorcas told us you had a panic attack, we know we caused it” He kissed your forehead, making you melt under his touch. “The others are waiting for us, let’s go”

So, you followed him, paying extra attention to not make any noise. As soon as you stepped foot in the astronomy tower, Sirius ran to you, hugging you close to his chest. You stayed like that for a while, until you felt him sniffle: looking up to his eyes, they were puffy and red. “Angel, I am an awful boyfriend” You were about to contradict him, but he kept talking. “You had a panic attack and it was all my fault, if you want to break up, you’re totally right: I’ll leave, I shouldn’t have told you all of those things, you are the love of my life, and I messed everything up like I always do, I’m such a shitty-“

You slapped his face slightly, making him startle, then proceeded to kiss him. He melted under your touch, his hands found their way to your waist, holding you impossibly close to him.

After a while, you sighed, pulling yourself away from his embrace. “It wasn’t completely your fault, you know. I haven’t told you this yet, well, maybe I wasn’t even planning to, but I owe you an explanation. My parents weren’t… the best, and I’ve always been emotional. I know it might sound strange, but I cried literally at everything, and they used to shout at me for being weak. So, I had to build some type of armour, you know?” You took a deep breath, smiling despite the sharp pain you felt every time you talked about it, and the knot that made talking feel impossible. “It hurts to think about it, you know?”

“You don’t have to talk about it, we get it. It’s just- Why didn’t you tell us sooner? It’s nothing to be ashamed of, we would have been more careful” James looked at you like his heart just broke.

“I know, I should have, but I didn’t want to be a burden. Sirius receives those stupid letters every month, what I went through is nothing compared to what his family does to this day. My mother hasn’t reached out in what? Three years? It’s not a problem anymore, I just get overwhelmed sometimes”

Remus was frowning, but it was Sirius to talk. “Listen, just because they aren’t there to belittle you every chance they get, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt you; these things are hard to get rid of, and I know this better than anyone else. Your body remembers what they told you, and you have to face that, but you don’t have to do it alone, understood? You can talk to us, you can tell us what you need, and we will do it for you, because we love you, and we’ll always be there for you”

You didn’t know if it was Sirius’s words or the fact that for the first time, you felt like you were being listened to, but as soon as the long-haired guy stopped talking you started crying like you hadn’t cried in a long time, your chest heaving. Your inner child was just now understanding that her feeling had always been valid, that she had never been too much.

“Love, what happened, please talk to us?” James voice sounded close to crying, but you just smiled through the tears, shaking your head.

“I-“ You stopped, clearing your throat. “I finally feel seen”

And as they crowded on you, hugging you close to their chest, you knew you’d be alright.

THIS IS THE LAST PART! IF YOU HAVE SOME REQUESTS SEND THEM 👯‍♀️💓

[just-shairahhh]

Safe. Protected. Home.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: I finished the entire series in a week and I am literally so obsessed! I cannot wait for the next season and I just had to write for Tim. I really hope you enjoy this. Requests for "The Rookie" are open!

Word Count: 1.2 K

When you think of Tim Bradford, now Sergeant Bradford, a lot of things come to mind. Tough. No-nonsense. Fiercely dedicated. The kind of guy who thrives under pressure and expects nothing less from those around him. Tim’s the guy who keeps people at arm’s length, both metaphorically and literally, a fortress of hard-earned authority. But one thing you’d never peg him as? A sucker for cuddles. Or hugs.

He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d expect to be a sucker for cuddles. Or hugs. Stoic, guarded—those were the words people used to describe him. The guy who kept his emotions in check, always composed, always in control. But after 18 gruelling hours on his feet, every inch of his body ached, and his mind buzzed with exhaustion and all he could think about as he drove home was y/n, the way she’d wrap her arms around him. How she’d rest her cheek against his chest, her warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a storm. It was all he wanted and all he could think about.

The moment he reached home, every part of him itched to burst through the door, stride straight to her, and lose himself in her embrace. He could almost feel it—the warmth of her arms around him, the soft scent of her shampoo filling his senses, melting away the weight of the last 18 hours. But as he reached the door, his hand hesitated on the key. What if she was sleeping? The thought softened his urgency. Quietly, he slid the key into the lock, turning it with deliberate care, the faintest click breaking the silence. Pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, he tiptoed across the threshold, his movements cautious and measured.

But little did he know that sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was curled up on the couch, a book resting in her lap, softly humming along to the faint music playing in the background. The moment her y/e/c eyes met his, her face lit up, and she sprang to her feet, her joy radiating like sunlight through the room. Her expression quickly shifted as her gaze sharpened, scanning him from head to toe with practiced care. She looked for any signs of injury, any hidden pain he might be hiding, her concern as palpable as her love. Only when she was certain he was physically okay, did the tension in y/n's shoulders ease, and a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped. His reaction was the opposite though. The sharp, vigilant eyes that had been trained all day to watch for danger, to stay alert to every possible threat, softened the instant they locked onto hers. In her presence, the edges of his world dulled, and for the first time in hours, he felt something close to peace. Tim Bradford had finally made it to his home.

“You’re home,” y/n said softly, he didn’t say a word, just crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms. The weight of the world slipped away as her familiar scent surrounded him, grounding him.

"Hey, baby," she said softly, her voice warm and soothing as she pulled him closer. "Rough day? I saw the news. I’m so proud of you."

He let out a weary sigh and pulled back a little, “I’m just grateful we got those kids back to their parents safely," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion yet tinged with relief.

Y/n reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek gently. "You did good," she whispered, her gaze steady and full of admiration. "More than good." Tim only hummed in response as he buried his face further into her hair.

"Are you hungry? Should I warm up some dinner for you?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as her eyes searched his face.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "No, we grabbed something from the food truck near the station before heading out. Did YOU eat?" His hands found her cheeks, cupping them gently as his eyes filled with worry, scanning her face like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She grinned, a playful spark lighting her expression. "I did. The last time I offered to wait and have dinner with you after work, you threatened to watch ‘The Bachelor’ without me. Remember that?"

His smile widened into a low chuckle. "And the threat still stands," he teased. "I’m gonna grab a quick shower, and then we can get back to it. Maybe... some cuddles, too?" His voice softened with hope, a rare vulnerability sneaking through his exhaustion.

"Deal, Sergeant," she replied, laughter bubbling in her tone as she poked his chest. "But make it quick, or I’m starting the episode without you."

He gave her a mock salute, his grin growing as he headed for the bathroom.

When he came back, the living room was unrecognizable, transformed into a cosy sanctuary. Y/n had pulled out the couch to its full size, layering it with a soft, inviting blanket and scattering pillows around. A few of her stuffed toys nestled in the corners, adding a playful touch, while a small assortment of chocolates and snacks sat neatly on the table beside the sofa, within easy reach. The fairy lights she’d insisted on months ago— “They add character!” she’d argued—were now casting a warm, gentle glow over the room, their soft twinkle making the space feel magical. The TV was ready, paused at the latest episode of ‘The Bachelor’, the title screen glowing in quiet anticipation. As if that wasn’t enough, a few lavender-scented candles flickered softly in the background, their soothing aroma already working to calm his frayed nerves. She’d remembered, of course—lavender always helped him unwind.

He stood there for a moment, taking it all in, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. This wasn’t just a room; it was a safe haven. Yet none of it held a candle to her. Y/n was his safe haven. She stood in the middle of it all, a quiet smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of love and a hint of mischief. Y/n wasn’t just the one who made the room feel like home. She was home.

“Hey, you’ve been standing there for a while. Want me to bring the party to you?” she quipped.

With a terse nod, he shakes his head and runs over to her. No words were needed.

As he reached her, she shifted on the couch, sitting upright to make room for him. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the soft cushions, resting his head against her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat filled his ears, a soothing melody that made every hardship, every struggle of the last few days, feel distant and almost insignificant. He snuggled in closer, his body melting into hers, while her arms wrapped around him protectively. One hand rested on his back, grounding him, while the other slipped into his hair, her fingers weaving through the strands with gentle, rhythmic motions.

For years, Tim Bradford had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always the protector, always the shield. But here, in her arms, he finally felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in far too long.

Safe. Protected. Home.

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[fairlyang]

18+ smut. mystery girl cont. 1.3 🕷️

w/c: 1.8K

tags: 18+ smut. filth filthy filthy. going back, finding him, voyeurism, surprising him, blowjob, properly riding him, unprotected sex, slightly possessive x2, creampie

a/n: alright we’ll see how long this goes for bc it’s been fun writing them all back to back

part 1.1 | part 1.2

as soon as you got home you took out one of your toys because the sexual frustration was actually killing you.

it was killing you so much that the next morning you drove your ass to the sex toy store again. you didn’t have each other's numbers so you only had to manifest he'd also show up bright and early because he wanted to see you so bad.

you walked into the store and quickly went into the back, then practically ran to the theater. you went through the double doors and you could hear faint moans. the projector was playing some porn with a girl getting fucked by a huge guy.

you gulped and went to the right side and sat on the first seat in the back row. there were only a handful of people on each side based off the moans and groans but only as you were sat down did you decide to take a look around.

you looked at your row and no one was there. you stood up a little and looked at the row in front of you to surprisingly find the man that’s been living in your head.

his chair was slightly reclined and you could see his head on the headrest of his chair. you walked over to the right since he was near the middle of his row and you were now able to hear his moans.

you watched as he jerked himself off intensely watching the screen in front of him. you fought back a moan at the sight and walked to the left to get to him because you needed him so bad.

his eyes were glued to the screen until you came into his view and he gave you a wide grin. you gave him a sweet smile then dropped to your knees.

he frowned and shook his head, “I need to make up for last night.”

you shrugged and took his cock in your hands, softly stroking him while retaining eye contact, “let me do this first.”

“fine but I’m cumming inside you.” he says and spreads his legs so you could get closer.

you kiss his tip and flutter your lashes at him, “is that a promise?”

he groans and brings a hand down to your jaw, “absolutely.”

you squeezed your thighs together and took him in your mouth, not wasting any time and taking as much as you could down your throat. his hand took its place on your head, gently pushing you down to encourage you to take more.

you let him and took more of him as you bobbed your head up and down his length, surprisingly able to take more than half. he groaned and laid his head back as you looked up at him.

he looked down at you and there was just something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on yet but you were definitely going to be trouble. he was already growing obsessed, he just wanted to take you back to his place and take you in every square inch of his house.

but he’d have to wait a bit until that happened.

“that’s such a good fucking girl.” he murmurs making you squeeze your thighs together.

who knew praise from an older man could have such an effect on your body?

apparently he did because he continued.

“you like sucking off a complete stranger’s cock baby?” he murmurs and you moan against him.

he curses under his breath and you go all the way down until you could feel his pubic hair tickle your nose. you then pulled back all the way and let the saliva drip down to his cock as you took a breather.

you stroked it and stuck your tongue out before slapping the tip onto your tongue. miguel was losing it and he was trying his hardest to not pull you off your feet and just take you how he needs.

based on how long it took you to actually take his cock, he decided his against it because if he was one thing he was always a gentleman.

which is why he grabbed your arms, pulling you up before he stood up and he made you sit down. you got comfortable as he got down and spread your legs apart.

he kissed your right ankle and slowly started kissing up your calve to your knee then very slowly kissed up your thigh. he kissed your inner thigh then went up to kiss your clothed clit.

he moved down then licked a strip from your entrance up to your clit which left you breathless. his eye contact was so insane but you couldn’t look away.

and you were definitely already wet enough for him.

“Miguel please I need you already.” you whined with a pout on your lips.

he looked down at your panties and the entirety was soaked. you completely drenched them.

without another word he grabbed you and sat down then pulled you on top of him.

you grabbed his cock and positioned it to your entrance, hoping your body was ready. you moved down just enough for his tip to go inside making you whimper.

you lifted yourself up then went back down, taking more than just the tip. no pain.

You went back up then fully slammed down making you both moan. “Fuck baby-“

“you like when strangers ride your dick?” you breathlessly teased and he just chuckled.

“only pretty ones like you.” he murmured making you clench against him.

his eyes rolled back and you put your hands on his shoulders to help you. his hands were on your hips and he was helping you bounce before he’d take over.

“so fucking pretty.” he mumbled and you bit your lip.

you stared down at his lips and you had an urge to scratch. you leaned in, getting closer to his face as you moved your hips up and down slowly.

he was watching you intently. he could read your mind from a mile away so he didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss you. you kissed back and brought a hand up to his jaw as his roamed your body.

the kiss was slow at first before Miguel turned it into a hungry and hot one fast by sliding his tongue into your mouth. you moaned into his mouth and you could feel him twitch inside you.

you moved your body faster as you kissed him back with just as much passion when he suddenly pulls away and starts kissing down you jaw then to your neck. “you feel fucking amazing gorgeous.” he murmurs against your skin and you just whimper.

you continue at your pace until Miguel kisses down your chest then cleavage and you go faster. this time you wore another dress with no bra so your tits were bouncing in his face and he felt like he was getting teased.

he took them out and squeezed them, then pinching your nipples having you whimper more for him. you slowed down a little since it seemed like he was going to be giving them attention no matter what.

he squeezed them together then latched onto your right nipple and started sucking. you moaned and with one hand bringing him closer because it all just felt so good. “just like that Miguel-“ you moaned and he pulled away to suck on your left nipple harder.

“Shit-“ you groaned and straightened up but he was latched to you like glue.

He then pulled away once again to suck on your right nipple and you bounced harder making him moan against you. he finally pulled away then pulled back in to suck on the skin right above your right nipple.

he pulled away and admired the red mark he left. he needed you to be all his. immediately if possible. he really didn’t like to share and the way he could see the men watching you from the row behind you, he needed to make sure you would be.

“I’m gonna fuck you now okay? Let me do the work.” He says and you nod.

you lifted yourself up a bit but he shook his head and brought you all the way down. first he pressed the button so the recliner can move back because he wanted to fuck you the same as the first time.

he lifted his hips up slightly then started pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. the noises alone were enough to get the attention of everyone in the theater so some of the guys were just jerking off while watching. luckily your back was turned to them so you had no idea. just completely focused on the absolute pleasure you were getting from this man.

you moved your body down and laid your head against his chest while slightly arching your back. his arms were wrapped firmly around you and you were a moaning mess.

he’s so happy he took the gamble on coming in bright and early hoping you’d come in as well. you had incredible sexual chemistry together and he wasn’t willing to let that go to waste or to have someone else snatch you.

and clearly it paid off.

he murmured sweet praises then dirty nothings right after just so he could see which ones you liked more. considering you clenched against him for both wasn’t a very good indicator but at least he knew you did like both.

“miguel- so good-“ you moaned out as he thrusted deeper he murmured sweet praises then dirty nothings right after just so he could see which ones you liked more. considering you clenched against him for both wasn’t a very good indicator but at least he knew you did like both.

“I know baby. fuck-“ he groaned as you started to kiss his neck and chest.

you then started sucking on his skin because it was only fair you left your mark on him too.

you weren’t too fond of sharing either.

he felt his orgasm coming close and his thrusts started becoming more sloppy and just deep. you hold onto his arms as he twitched inside you. your own orgasm was coming in and he was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly everytime you closed your eyes it was like seeing stars.

“please cum inside me-“ you murmured and slammed your ass into him.

he groaned and his thrusts got harder, his grip on your body was getting loose and your body was starting to shake. you both continued doing your thing at the same time so it was to no surprise that you both came when you brought your ass down as Miguel thrusted deep inside you.

he released all his load inside you and you just let out shaky breaths as he held you and kissed your head gently. your eyes closed and you could hear your heartbeat loud and clear in your ears.

you took slow and steady breaths as you calmed down while miguel did the same. his chest was going up and down and hearing his heartbeat was kind of comforting in a way.

you laid in his arms just cockwarming him and calming yourself down while Miguel shooed all the pervs away because he just made sure to make you his in front of all of them so they wouldn’t forget it.

[shu-porang-porang]

Who's Needy Now? (sequel)

♡ You started it, what did you expect?♡ (Read the first part here.)

P.s. Honestly I feel like it's not my cup of tea, but I gave it a go, hope you like it.

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: pure smut, unprotected sex (do not try at home!!), degradation, overstimulation, edging, not proofread

Word count: 1.2 k

You come back after two hours. He seems exceptionally normal! He even cooked you dinner. No mentions of your little mischief. You have a hunch it’s only the calm before the storm. You’re on edge the whole night, you know he wouldn’t let go of it so easily. You wonder what he has in mind. This calm façade is probably just a part of his plan. He likes to mess with your head like this, the suspense you’re feeling makes it all the more enjoyable for him.

Finally, he tells you to go sit on the bed like a good kitty for him. He takes a seat on a chair at the foot of the bed, leaning back, his legs set apart, his lap looks so inviting but you know better than to do anything you’re not ordered to, so you resist the urge of going over and sitting on his lap. Freaking devil! He knows exactly what he’s doing to you now. You wait on your knees for his next instruction.

“Strip.” He commands firmly, his tone makes you shudder. You start removing your clothes one by one, your eyes never leaving his intense gaze, you wanna put on a brave face, like your stomach isn’t doing summersaults anticipating his next moves.

Once you’re fully naked, his next order is: “Now cum without touching yourself, you have 3 minutes.”

You hope he’s joking but his stern face and the fact that he actually starts the timer on his phone tells you otherwise.

“What the fuck, Min?”

“It’s Sir, you filthy slut! You lost the first name privileges when you walked out of that door. Hurry up, time is running out.”

Your heart is pounding loud in your ears, this side of Minho you don’t get to see much often, but when you do… You lie on your stomach, pressing your hips to the mattress in a circular motion, you discovered this little trick back when you were a teen, and it had helped you reach orgasms but you haven’t done it for so long, you’ve found much more interesting ways to come ever since. You know you’re fighting a losing battle, there’s no way you could cum by just doing this in such a short time, but you decide to give him a good show at least, maybe he’ll pity you later. You raise your hips higher than you need to, just to give him a better view of your oozing cunt, your whimpers are more audible than usual, all in service of satisfying him.

“Please… I can’t… need you Sir” you try to gain his sympathy.

“But you left me to do it on my own. Don’t you think you deserve punishment?”

“I do… but I can’t… need touch”

“Oh I’ll touch you… gonna make you wish I didn’t!” with that warning he gets up and walks over to you, meanwhile the timer goes off. He sits next you on the bed, rolls your body over and cups your soaking pussy.

“Time’s up, now take your punishment like the slut you are.” He starts rubbing your clit with lazy strokes.

“By the way, this time you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” He presses his finger harder on your clit and circles it faster, all the while looking at your face waiting for it to contort as you near your orgasm. You try to close your legs but he forces them open and lands a slap on your throbbing core. You focus on the pain to stall your climax for a bit. His hand leaves your core to travel up and pinch a pebbled nipple.

“You almost lost it there, needy bitch! It was only the first one, take a hold of yourself.”

What does he mean by “the first one”? How many times is he gonna edge you tonight?

His hand goes back between your thighs, he gathers your slick with his index and middle finger and spreads it on your puffy clit, with each finger resting on either side of it he starts pinching it. This time, the feeling borderlines on pain and pleasure, nonetheless soon enough you’re a moaning mess, trying to suppress another orgasm. You grab his arm, trying to stop him but to no avail, it only makes him angrier.

“Don’t make me tie you up” he growls as he pinches your clit harder. You think you’re a goner this time but right before the orgasm hits you, he stops. Your body is tensed, even a breeze on your clit could make you cum, as much as you wanna cum, you fear the consequences. You just lie there with your eyes closed, waiting for the stolen climax to die down.

You feel him shifting on the bed and open your eyes to see what he’s up to next. He slots himself between your legs. You think he’s done with the games and will finally give you what you need.

“One more time” he says with his face inches away from your core. He slurps at your running juices and you bite your lip from the sensation of his tongue lapping at you. It doesn’t take long before the knot in your stomach tightens again, how could it not with his heavenly mouth sucking you like his life depends on it?

“Please… please please…. Let me come Sir” you beg as your knuckles turn white fisting the sheets. Your pleas fall on deaf ears. You can’t take it anymore. You arch your back and let go, the orgasm washes over your spent body. As soon as he realizes, he stops, you came without his permission, he’s not gonna help you ride it.

“Tsk… what do I do with you? It’s as if you want to be punished!” It’s not like you stood a chance anyway.

Without hesitation, he takes of his pants and boxers, strokes his already hard cock a few times and slams it balls deep inside you with no warning. You almost scream at the sudden stretch. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust and starts pounding into you mercilessly. Tears spill as you squirm from overstimulation. He pins your hands above your head to stop you.

“Stay still you cumdump, that’s all you’re good for since you can’t follow orders.” His words stir something inside you. His hand reaches in between your bodies and stops on your stomach, you look at where it landed and you see the bump forming there with every thrust, the sight makes your head dizzy. You feel another orgasm building up. Your head roles back and he dives down to suck purple bruises on you exposed neck. Hitting all the right spots, he makes you cum around his cock. He lets go of your wrists so you can hold onto him while he keeps chasing his own release, his pace not faltering. Finally, he reaches his orgasm, thrusting his cum deep inside you as he rides it out.

“So? Did you learn your lesson?” he says while pulling out and dropping next to you. His words float around you like you’re dreaming.

“Say it. Say you won’t leave me like that again.”

“I won’t leave you… like that… again.” You mumble not even knowing what you’re agreeing to, your mind and body too spent up to comprehend anything. You just feel him cleaning you with a towel at one point, and the next thing you realize is being wrapped in his arms with sweet kisses peppered on your face.

[the-kr8tor]

hey i was wondering if you could write a fic about the reader teaching Hobie how to roller skate?? It’s so oddly specific but i can imagine him just struggling with it and it’s funny to me. Plus my dream date is to teach someone how to roller skate 😭. Thank you so much. Also please remember to take breaks and rest. I lysm and appreciate all the effort you put into ever story ❤️

What a cute prompt! Thank you for requesting!! And I will!! You're too sweet ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for a mention of Hobie being tall and brief mention of clothes), cw food mention, set in Hobie's 70s dimension, FLUFF

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Being a part of the spider society has numerous Perks— Free therapy if you're willing to wait months for a single appointment. The cafeteria providing three meals a day to starving spider people from all walks of life, (and dimensions) not to mention the unmatched camaraderie with your fellow spiders. That alone makes all the jet lag from traveling through dozens of multiverses, and all the aches and pains that comes with being bitten by a radioactive spider. But, there is one thing that trumps all of those perks, and that's hopping to your partner's dimension for a not-so-quick date at the roller rink.

Hobie didn't take much convincing, especially after showing him your timeline appropriate outfit to him. His dimension is practically stuck in the 70s, filled with groovy psychedelic colours from the top to bottom. And of course there's the leather jackets that you've grown accustomed to just by being with Hobie. Hell, you especially love those leather pieces like the one you're wearing now. You went all out with your outfit, researching the trends back then with a splash of punk looks that had Hobie almost melting the second you stepped out of the portal. You fit in, to say the least. But after all the research and countless hours in the library just scouring for history books and life in the 70s, they don't compare actually being there and seeing it with your own eyes.

A glorious disco ball hangs in the ceiling, twinkling lights dancing around the funky, swirly and fluffy walls of the roller rink. Everywhere you look there's a burst of colours, and there's no lack of laughter ringing above iconic disco music you've heard before.

Smiling, you sit on a bench, eyes turned upwards at the sparkling lights twirling around the whole place. Hobie kneels before you, insisting to tie your rollerblades for you, citing that if it's not done well you could fall over and smash your face on the polished granite. You of course don't refuse, loving how much he dotes on you when there's no mission to rush to or a certain Spiderman breathing down his neck.

Patting your foot, Hobie calls your name above the blaring music. “How's the weather up there, lovie?”

You tilt your head, chin tucked on your clavicle, admiring how handsome he looks under disco lights with his piercings and eyes shining. “How long have you been waiting to say that to someone, huh, tall guy?”

He takes your unlaced rollerblade, pushing it in your socked foot and then propping it up on his knee. He's smiling all through it, happy to indulge you even for a quick moment without anyone to kick or web up. “Believe it or not, I've said it a few times.”

You fake a gasp, and he chuckles at your antics while he ties a ribbon. “Someone is taller than you?! I thought that was impossible!”

“You're impossible.” Hobie's hand remains on your ankle, hand rising up to cup your knee, thumb drawing circles around your tights. Leaning up, he holds your hip with his free hand, pushing you down gently to meet him halfway; which you gladly let him guide you.

Beaming, you peck his nose and the space between his brows. Earning a soft chuckle from him. “Says the one kneeling before me.”

“Which makes my comment correct.” He follows suit, kissing where your Cupid's bow lies before standing up shakily on his rollerblades. (That he hides with his nonchalance.) “C’mon, let's get this over with before I change my mind.”

Taking his helping hand, you pull yourself up, effortlessly standing on the wheels. “It's not too bad, I promise. Even little kids get it right after a few tries.”

He raises a pierced brow. “Those little kids aren't as tall as me and don't have a reputation to keep.”

You poke his side, “I've seen you backflip off of Rhino's head. Roller skates are nothing compared to that. Besides, no one you know is here to see you fall flat on your ass.”

“You won't film it like last time we went ice skatin’?” He can't help but ogle you under the light and amidst the bright colours.

Leading him towards the rink, you hold his hand, slowly inching your way inside. “I promise I won't take videos this time.” He huffs in reply as you guide him to the shiny floors. “It was for personal use anyway.” You mumble to yourself.

Hobie immediately holds onto the railings next to him the second his feet leaves the carpeted floors and onto granite. His knees are bent and shaking while he tries to keep his balance on the wheels. “Love, why'd you let go?!”

Giggling, you reach for him with open arms, rolling towards him. “I didn't! You did!”

Panic spreads through him unlike all the times he has fought countless villains as his rollerblades smack loudly on the floors as his feet skidaddles in place, struggling to even stand up. After reaching for you, your six foot three baby holds onto you like a life raft. Long arms grasping with none of the cool nonchalance he usually exhibits.

“Do you want me to get a training cart for you—?”

“No, I've got this.” Hobie straightens up, hand holding on to your jean pocket as if he wasn't whining a few seconds ago.

“Oh okay—”

“Don't let me go this time.”

“I won't, Hobs. Maybe try moving your legs?” Smiling, you roll around the rink as he uses you as his personal guide while he barely moves his stiff legs.

His eyes roam around the rink where people of all ages whizz past him without a care. He looks over to you with a new found determination. If those children who are barely five years old can skate like they own the place, he too can do it. “What do I do now?”

You don't laugh or giggle at him, instead, you help and support him throughout the lesson like you promised him when you suggested the date. Hobie picked up on the skill real quick, quicker than he did for ice skating. Maybe the music helped him, or maybe he really wanted to impress you this time instead of the ‘baby deer learning how to walk’ he exhibited earlier.

After a while he's already skating around you. A bit wobbly but his form makes up for it. Hobie thanks his spider senses and balance for not stumbling and crashing into another person.

You're all tired out after the exercise. Head placed on his shoulder, arms looped around his middle as he's the one guiding you this time while you two skate mindlessly on the shiny floors as the skating rink dies down for the night. He blows air in your ear, waking you up.

“Thank you.” Hobie affectionately pecks your brow, you hum in content. “You've got some patience in you, love.”

“Nope, you're just a fast learner. And you're welcome, thank you for indulging me.”

“You chose well.” His eyes smile, hand splayed over the small of your back. “Next time it's my turn to pick the place.”

“What do you have in mind?” Tilting away, your hand snakes up from his back to his nape, kneading softly.

“It's a secret, innit. For now,” he skids to a stop, hand still holding on to you. “you need to see some food that your dimension hasn't seen in decades.”

Your eyes widens, gasping. “So much food that shouldn't be in jell-o.” You're already unlacing your rollerblades.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Pornstar! Sandor - Headcanons

not my pics

Warning: big hairy man, mention of twitter, porn star, reader is female, masturbating, use of sex toy, people being thirsty online, voice making people cum, big dick Sandor.

A/n: I want him so bad. Depending on the feedback, I might do a second part, including the reader. Enjoy-L

Pornstar! Sandor goes by the name The Hound and is only online. He never shows his face, only his body. The people who knew him, knows why. 

Pornstar! Sandor has a following of 1.2 million people on Twitter. They are all infatuated by his big body and big hands. The comments on his page are filled with people asking him to destroy them with his 8.5in dick. They ask him to choke them with his big hands. 

Pornstar! Sandor has a big and strong chest that’s covered with dark coarse hairs, it tracks all the way down to his belly and hits the jackpot below, between his legs. 

Pornstar! Sandor is a lumberjack on his days off when he’s not jacking off in front of millions. He doesn’t cum for days until he records a new video. He gives with the people want and they want to see him blow a huge load. 

Pornstar! Sandor sometimes does videos with only his voice! His voice is deep and rough. “Touch that fuckin cunt for me, little bird.” He even throws some for the guys too and they become feral for him even more. They want a big hairy daddy. “Open your ass boy, let me see that hole.” He groans and moans drives the people crazy.

Pornstar! Sandor has videos of him using a pussy sleeve, his followers get jealous when he fills the toy up with his cum. He even shows it to the camera, showing his audience his thick and white cum dripping from the abused hole of the toy. 

Pornstar! Sandor's profile picture on Twitter is of him sitting on his dark green couch, with his legs spread wide. He’s manspreading and his flaccid cock is hanging between his legs. His thick arms are crossed over his hairy chest and his beard is long enough that it can be seen in the picture. 

Pornstar! Sandor is his own boss, he has had offers to tons of companies in the porn industry. He wants to be on his own, dealing with his own money and creating content when he wants to. Plus he didn’t want to deal with anyone because of his scarred and burned face. 

Pornstar! Sandor rarely looks at his DMs, mostly because it’s just messages of people wanting to fuck him and tell him how hot he is. He just shakes his head because they won’t say it once they see his face. 

Pornstar! Sandor is in bed, he can’t go to sleep so he decides to go on Twitter and look at his DMs. Scrolling a few messages he stops when he sees a message. It’s not too sexual but a simple, “Hello, The Hound. I hope you have an amazing day today as always thank you for uploading today's new video. I always finish with a smile on my face.” 

Pornstar! Sandor clicks on your profile and he bites his bottom lip when he sees your picture. You are a sight for sore eyes, a pretty thing. Your smile and your eyes, he’s looking at the top you’re wearing. He looks at your page to see other pictures of you. He’s breathing heavily as he continues to scroll on your page. 

Pornstar! Sandor glances over to look at his clock on the nightstand by his bed. It’s 3am and he wonders if you are awake or even in the same time zone as him. He clicks on the little envelope across your profile picture. 

Pornstar! Sandor hits send when he writes back to you and goes back to your page. All he can do is wait, right? Nah, he’s already naked, that’s how he sleeps. He grabs his cock with his right hand as he uses your picture to get off. 

[wifeyoozi]

kinktober week 1.2 - brat taming

sugar baby got some salt - y.jh (brat-taming, subhan, edging, vibrators, slight degradation)

The office was bathed in the cool, professional hum of voices, papers rustling, and the steady rhythm of business discussions. You were seated at the head of the table, surrounded by important clients, guiding the conversation with calm authority. The meeting was crucial — a make-or-break moment for the future of a major project. Everything was going smoothly until the doors to the conference room were flung open, causing heads to turn sharply.

In walked Jeonghan, your spoiled, bratty sugar baby, with a pout on his lips and fire in his eyes. His carefully styled blonde hair fell over his face as he marched directly toward you, completely ignoring the shocked stares from your clients. He was dressed in an oversized sweater and skinny jeans, looking effortlessly chic — a look he could pull off in any situation, but this was far from appropriate.

"Baby!" Jeonghan whined, crossing his arms in frustration. "Your credit card isn’t working! I just found the most perfect pair of shoes, and it got declined! What the hell?"

You shot him a glare, keeping your tone measured but firm. "Jeonghan, not now," you said quietly, trying not to draw more attention than he already had. You could feel the eyes of your clients boring into you, the weight of their judgment heavy.

But Jeonghan wasn’t having any of it. "Not now?" he repeated, his voice growing louder, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. "You don't understand! These shoes are literally one of a kind, and they’re going to be gone if I don’t buy them right now!"

A few of your clients exchanged uncomfortable glances, whispering among themselves, clearly taken aback by Jeonghan’s behavior. You clenched your jaw, trying to maintain your composure. This was not the time for one of his tantrums, especially not in front of people you were trying to impress.

"Jeonghan," you hissed under your breath, your patience wearing thin, "I will deal with this later. Please, leave the room now."

But instead of backing down, Jeonghan stomped his foot, his eyes narrowing as his pout deepened. "But I need it fixed now!" His voice was loud, childish, and completely unbothered by the fact that he was embarrassing you. "Why can’t you just tell them to hurry up? I’ve been waiting all day for this!"

Your clients were clearly shocked, and you could feel the tension rising in the room. The professionalism you had worked so hard to establish was crumbling before your eyes, all because of Jeonghan’s bratty behavior.

"Jeonghan," you snapped, your tone sharp enough to cut through the air, "get out. Now."

He glared at you, crossing his arms petulantly. "Fine," he huffed, spinning on his heel and marching toward the door, but not before throwing a final parting shot over his shoulder. "But if those shoes are gone, it’s your fault!"

As the door slammed behind him, you let out a slow, controlled breath, turning back to your stunned clients. "I apologize for the interruption," you said smoothly, slipping back into your role with ease, though inside, you were fuming. "Shall we continue?"

The meeting dragged on longer than you wanted, your thoughts clouded with the memory of Jeonghan’s outburst. You were already planning his punishment in your mind, knowing full well that his behavior wouldn’t go unchecked. By the time the meeting was over, and the last client had left, you were practically vibrating with anticipation.

When you finally entered your bedroom, you found Jeonghan perched on the edge of the bed, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and his lips were set in a pout that would have been adorable if you weren’t still so angry.

"Baby, I’m sorry," he said, his voice soft and sweet, the crocodile tears already starting to glisten in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just—"

You cut him off with a sharp look, the corner of your lips curling into a smirk as you took in the sight of him sitting there, all pretty and fake sorry. "You think those fake tears are going to save you?" you asked, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. "You embarrassed me in front of my clients, Jeonghan. Do you think I’m just going to let that slide?"

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip as his eyes darted to the floor. "I said I was sorry," he muttered, but there was a nervousness in his voice now, a recognition that he wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

"Sorry isn’t good enough," you said, your tone teasing as you reached out to grab his chin, tilting his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "You need to be punished, baby. And this time, there’s no getting out of it."

A shiver ran through his body, his eyes widening slightly at your words. "W-what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You’ll see," you purred, letting go of his chin and stepping back. "Strip. Now."

Jeonghan hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled off his oversized sweater, revealing the pale, smooth skin of his chest. He stood up to shimmy out of his jeans and boxer briefs, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Now completely naked, he lay down on the bed, his cock already half-hard from anticipation, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Good, slut," you praised, watching the way his body reacted to the words, his cock twitching at the praise. "Stay just like that."

You walked over to your drawer, pulling out a small black vibrator. When you turned back to him, you saw the nervous anticipation in his eyes, the way his body tensed slightly in preparation for what was to come.

"Do you remember what happens when you act like a brat?" you asked, your voice silky smooth as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. "You don’t get what you want."

He whimpered softly, his eyes flickering to the vibrator in your hand, already knowing where this was going. "Please…" he started, but you cut him off with a sharp press of the vibrator against his chest, right over his nipple.

"Begging already?" you teased, watching as his back arched off the bed, his body trembling beneath you. "We’re just getting started, baby."

The vibrator buzzed softly against his sensitive nipple, drawing out whimpers and soft moans from his lips as you trailed it across his chest, watching his skin twitch beneath the sensation. His cock was already leaking, twitching in desperation as you teased him mercilessly.

"Do you want more?" you asked, your voice low and commanding as you trailed the vibrator down his stomach, circling it teasingly around his cock without ever touching him directly.

"Y-yes," Jeonghan whimpered, his hips bucking up toward you, desperate for more stimulation. "Please, more…"

You smirked, pressing the vibrator against the base of his cock, watching as his body convulsed with pleasure, his head thrown back against the pillows. But before he could get too close, you pulled it away, leaving him on the edge. He whimpered loudly and you giggled at his desperation, watching his dick go down a little before you pressed the vibrator back over it.

he was writhing with the pleasure and pain. you let him come so close he almost cummed, but pulled away just in time again. he kicked his legs, whining like the brat he was. "I wanna cum!" he commanded as if he had even a little charge. You made a tch-tch sound at his brattiness as you set aside the vibrator.

"Not yet," you cooed, straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. You sank down onto him slowly, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. His moans were louder now, more desperate, as his body trembled beneath yours.

You rode him slowly, your hands resting on his chest as you moved, your hips grinding down against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. His hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling as you used him for your own pleasure, his cock twitching inside you as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm.

"Please," Jeonghan begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please let me cum… I can’t… I need to—"

But you only smirked, riding him faster now, chasing your own release while denying him his. "You don’t get to cum yet," you said breathlessly, your nails digging into his chest as you felt your own orgasm approaching. "Not until I say so."

Jeonghan’s body shook violently beneath you, his eyes screwed shut as tears of frustration gathered in the corners of his eyes. "I can’t—" he whimpered, his voice breaking as his cock twitched helplessly inside you. "Please, I can’t hold it—"

You ignored his pleas, grinding down on him harder as your own orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you rode him through your release. Jeonghan’s body convulsed beneath you, his whimpers growing louder as he struggled to hold back his own release.

Finally, you slowed down, your breathing ragged as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against his sweat-soaked forehead. "Now," you whispered, your voice soft and commanding. "Cum for me, baby."

The moment the words left your lips, Jeonghan’s body went rigid, his cock twitching violently inside you as he came with a loud, desperate moan. His release was immediate, spilling into you in hot, thick waves as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

He collapsed against the bed, completely spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You stayed on top of him for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of him inside you before getting off him. you got off the bed to get a warm and wet washcloth to clean you both.

"i hope you dont behave like such a brat again," you said, wiping down his thighs as he curled up near you, "unless, of course, you like being punished like a little slut like this."

[archived-daydreams]

— First love, late spring.

Summary: what does it feel like, to fall in love with them?

Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Kafka, Bronya, Serval, Asta x gender neutral reader.

Word count: 1.2 k.

Tags: fluff.

Author’s note: my debut writing for Honkai Star Rail ! I know Jing Yuan hasn’t been released yet, so his part is just personal interpretation; all in all, these are just some sort of little headcanons I wanted to try imagining and writing down, I hope you enjoy <3

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JING YUAN

Falling in love with the Cloud Knight general feels like returning to a home you still hadn’t realized how much you’d longed for.

His calm presence draws you in, a melodious and crackling hearth beckoning you forward in shades of gold and skies at sundown. To stand beside him could be compared to entering a secret forest, where the moon rises as she kisses the dipping sun on the cheek as they meet at dusk. Birds chirp happily, as if revealing the songs your heart likes to play when you are with Jing Yuan, the heat in your cheeks, a manifestation of the firework embers lighting up the starry twilight. The general puts his arm around your shoulders, bringing your form closer to his, fluffy argent hair tickling the side of your neck.

You lean into him, the sunset looks a little brighter when your lover’s lips graze your temple.

And when his big calloused hand intertwines its fingers with yours, you know with him, anywhere is paradise.

DAN HENG

Scarlet maple forests feel more magical underneath the stars.

In the same way, pieces of every story and memory that constitute the wielder of Cloud-Piercer take form before your eyes as you make your way starwards.

Not one for many words or idle conversation, Dan Heng shows you the emotions he conceals to the public in small actions, starlit fragments only the one who dares to rummage between the layers of crimson leaves will uncover. Shielding you from unexpected enemies, helping you up and down the platform of the express, throwing a blanket over your shoulders when you inevitably pass out on the couch after running around with March… And when, still halfway into your realm of dreams, you call his name, a keen eye may spot on the express gurad’s cheeks some of the carmine usually adrift in the breeze in the autumn months.

Then again, if could be just your sleepy imagination…

Perhaps. is the lingering “what if” echoing on your mind.

GEPARD

The steady rock amidst a tumultuous ocean, relentless waves colliding against its silvery surface, time and time again.

Yet the rock does not yield.

Much in the same way the captain of the Silvermane Guards is your white-hot anchor in the blizzard.

No matter how hurt you are, Gepard stays.

No matter how drained and wasted your last breakup left you, his strong arms embrace you, the biting gales futile against his hold.

And maybe, taking notice of your own (and his) feelings might take you a while.

But Gepard Landau’s heart only knows loyalty.

So he waits.

For you to realize, for the sun to finally shine, and mark the path from you to him.

Because argent tends to reflect the skies, and only when the morning star deigns to shine, can the cobblestones tying you together gleam.

You take a step, and you know Gepard Landau is your only destination.

KAFKA

Exhilarating and with “danger” spelled in boldened capitals, that is how romance with the Stellaron’s Hunter feels.

The rational part of you warned you this was a bad idea, yet, as they say, sometimes, the heart wants what it wants.

Freedom prevailed that night, and your lips met the Interastral Peace Corporation’s most wanted’s.

It could have been the drinks you had, against your better judgment, the sweet intoxication of the alcohol in your system and of the temptation of her, a ticking bomb combination.

But caution is thrown to the wind the moment Kafka wraps her priced coat around your shoulders, her lips sensually whispering in your ear, promises of a million idyllic tomorrows together already tangling in the messy yarn ball of your mind.

But who are you to refuse? Or how could anyone, for that matter? When her painted lips envelop yours under the infinity of the firmament?

BRONYA

Dignified, smart, and the picture perfect image of what a heir should be like.

However, what is hidden beyond that icy facade of flawless poise?

Your sweet lover, a girl who enjoys the sound of tranquil nights and hurried steps by morning, someone who lets herself daydream to the faint music coming from Golden Theater.

A beautiful and enchanting contradiction, a storm of opposites you can’t help but get lost in, from the pretty curls of her lucent hair, to her determined gunmetal gaze.

Who would have thought, you think with a tender smile, as your hands run through her steel moonlit tresses, that you’d get to win the heart of the Heir to the Supreme Guardian of Belebog?

Leaving a soft kiss to the crown of her head, you lay down beside her in bed. With a last look out the window at the slate sky, you close your eyes.

The lyrics to a ballad swirl in your mind, probably coming from Golden Theater.

In the dim light, you find your girlfriend’s hand.

That night, Bronya Rand would be the actress in your oneiric plane, her heart, yours alone.

SERVAL

Electrifying and magnetizing, akin to a violet horizon right before a storm. The thunder in the distance makes your every hair stand on end, yet you can’t help longing for something more.

Afternoons helping Serval out at Neverwinter Workshop always end with you sitting before her, wide smile aglow on your features as she picks up her electric guitar. You always loved the way her sapphire eyes sparkled when she talked about this or that new song she was composing, but actually getting to see her perform for you alone… that’s enough to get you giddy.

Her painted nails strum the cords with ease, each of them bending at the workshop owner’s will, as lightning seems to take command of your heart, its thundering pace and the melody she plays seamlessly dancing to the beat of a fervent tango.

As the sky throws its indigo shawl over the lovers, the blonde gazes at you, a pretty (and unusual) rosy tone on her cheeks, a silent inquire for your thoughts about her new piece.

After all, you’re always the first one to hear every new song she comes up with.

ASTA

The girl who used to dream of naming stars after herself finally found a star that will always orbit around the fiery sun she is.

Her crystalline eyes look up from the papers she was sorting out until moments ago, her lips curving up in a crescent not unlike the one she used to observe, when she spots you.

Two cups of coffee in hand, you sit beside her, your head leaning on her shoulder. Your hand catches hers over the table, prompting her to stop the frantic scribbling of her pen.

And the instant her opalescent gaze meets yours, she is breathless, a nebula the color of her hair spreading through her cheeks. Her pen falls out of her grasp, the words she never seems at a loss for, failing her.

As they do every time when it comes to you.

But who could blame her? When she’d trade every galaxy and celestial body in this universe and the next for a millisecond next to you?

The lead researcher of Herta Space Station closes her notepad.

For now, work can wait.

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early bird

summary: on the rare occasion you wake up before ony, you decide to surprise him.

cw: sub!ony

word count: 1.2

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you were not a morning person, but your boyfriend was. it’s almost constant that you get up hours after him. usually when you woke up, ony would be cooking breakfast or in the shower or even dressed on the couch, waiting for you to get ready so the two of you can get started with your activities for the day. so you can imagine your surprise when the first thing you noticed when you woke up today was that he was still in the bed. not only in the bed, but knocked the fuck out.

you slowly turn towards your nightstand to look at your clock and lo and behold, it was seven a.m. you had no idea why your body thought it was okay to wake you up this early, but you weren’t complaining when you got a good look at your boyfriend next to you. his black durag tied snug around his head, gold chains adorning his tattooed neck. your eyes followed those same tattoos down to his chiseled chest, moving up and down steadily as his brown nipples hardened due to the cool air in the room.

his abs were slightly submerged under the covers, but the part that was showing looked delicious. as you studied your boyfriends beautiful physique you were interrupted by his deep voice. “fuck ma.” he whimpered before shifting his body, straightening his left leg before bending his right one to his side. even as he whined, ony’s voice always kept its husky tone. your eyes drifted to his hips as they lightly bucked as if he were chasing something above them. “mhmm right there.”

when hip hips stilled you noticed the tent forming under the covers, making you gasp as you came to the shocking realization that your boyfriend, the man who made you bend to his will almost every night, was whimpering and moaning from a wet dream. his brown lips slightly parted before his bottom one disappeared behind his pearly teeth. you felt your heart begin to thumb, but not in your chest. your pussy was soaking thought your panties as you listened in on your lover’s steady breathing. “y/n…please mama.” you were becoming a bit restless watching his erection stand tall under the thick covers. he was rock hard.

“i wanna cum baby. let me cum.” your body moved on its own. slowly moving under the covers before climbing over your boyfriend’s legs. you made sure not to move around too much so he didn’t wake up as you sat in between his legs, staring hungrily at his body. he was in nothing but his boxers, dick print very noticeable as it fought with the restraints of the fabric. “ughh please baby.” you didn’t want your man to suffer anymore than he already is, so you slowly pulled at his waistband until his dick sprang free. long, brown shaft slapping against his stomach as you watched his tip leak.

ony stirred in his sleep, but quickly calmed down when you began stroking him slowly. his dick was hot to the touch, as if all of his blood was flowing through it, but you didn’t mind. you stroked with two hands since he was so long, not leaving a single part of him neglected. “ohmygod.” he moaned. a smirk immediately plastered itself onto your face as you watched his brows furrow. ony wasn’t really a man that moans. settling for dirty talk, groaning, and light curses to let you know he’s feeling good. so hearing him moan right now was a surprise to you. it was honestly your first time ever hearing it and you weren’t complaining. they were pretty and soft, as if the slightest touch could break him. ‘i wanna hear more’ was all you thought before lowering your mouth to his pink, nearly red, tip.

you started sucking him softly, using both hands to stimulate the parts you couldn’t reach. bobbing your head up and down, only stopping to let your spit slide down his dick for extra lubricant. then you were back at it, sucking, licking, and swallowing everything he had as ony stayed asleep. occasionally moaning and whining for you to continue as he dreamed. “shit m’finna cum” he whispered. you continued to move steadily , choosing not to slow down as you looked up and watched ony’s face contort into different ones of pleasure. his hips bucked up, making you gag slightly before you felt hot ropes of cum slide down your throat. you easily swallowed all of it as you sat up, watching him stir awake. “y-y/n? what you doin over here baby?”

you giggled as you watching his come to the realization that he wasn’t dreaming and you were really pleasuring him the whole time. he looked away as he also realized you must’ve heard him moaning as well. “y-you heard me didn’t you.” was all he said before you nodded slowly. you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed so you climbed up his body, settling right over his dick. “you sound pretty daddy, wanna hear more.” you pulled your panties to the side before sliding yourself onto all eight inches of his dick, not stopping until you’ve reached the bottom. “w-wait mama m’still sensit- ahh fuck” you payed him no mind as you plopped yourself onto his dick over and over again. hands resting on by both sides of his head as you watched ony’s eyes roll. his hips buck up into you, trying to get deeper than he already was. your lips curled into a pout as you realize his lip had been tucked under his teeth again. sealing his mouth to keep his moans from flowing out.

when it was you who would try to quiet your moans, ony always snatched them out of you by spanking you, stopping, or fucking you harder. you knew spanking him was completely out of the equation, but the other two options weren’t. the corner of your lips lifted as you thought of a mischievous plan to get what you wanted. ony was too lost in you to even realize what he’s gotten himself in to. you began to pick up your pace, bouncing harder and faster than you were as you watched the man under you bite his lip harder, almost drawing blood. brown eyes staring at each other as you watched it become harder for him to focus. but then you stopped. you took one more hard bounce then stilled yourself, sitting right on top of him. “if you don’t let me hear you m’not gonna let you cum.”

the roles were completely reversed as ony removed his lip from the confines of his teeth before replying. “mama cmonnn. ion want you t’hear me like this.” ony was honestly embarrassed. it was a total contrast to the rough, mean demeanor he’d have while fucking you. probably because he was just waking up and his energy was still low. “ion care let me hear you or you not cumming baby.” ony rolled his eyes as you gave him a taste of his own medicine. “ok” you decided to push your luck since he was being so stubborn. “okay what?” his eyes widened, contemplating if he should say what he knows you want to hear or if he should just try to get through the day with his dick left hard like this. eventually picking his first option since he felt that there’s no way he could go on like that. he parted his lips slowly before lowly saying the words you were so eager to hear. “okay mommy.”

“good boy”

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M.I.A. (John Price x Reader)

John finally arrives home after a successful mission.

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CW: swearing

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The street is lonely and dark when John arrives home again. It’s late, so he’s not surprised to see the lights off in the flat. He parks and sighs, pushing his fingers through his hair. He pauses to take stock for a moment, his forearm bandaged beneath his sleeve, the dull throb almost unnoticeable unless he focuses on it. His innards are unsettled with nerves, more nerves than he felt about returning to the field. The idea that he’s still more used to the dangers of his work, life threatening as they are, than the quirks of his domestic life strikes him as terribly backwards. He debates sleeping on the couch before rejecting the thought and scooping his rucksack from the trunk with a heavy sigh and heading inside.

It's quiet in the gloomy flat, the ticking of the clock on the wall way too loud to John’s recently recalibrated ears. He carefully sets the rucksack off to the side and takes his boots and jacket off as quietly as he can manage, creeping down the hallway to the bedroom. It’s nearly pitch black, and he moves through the space on memory, shucking his clothing. It isn’t until he’s carefully lifting the covers that he realizes he can’t hear breathing.

Reaching cautiously across the cool sheets, John’s heart gives an extra hard kick when his hand doesn’t collide with a warm, sleeping form as expected. It collides with absolutely nothing, swiping through the sheets unimpeded. Panic spikes in his brain and he’s stumbling off the bed to hit the light switch, needing his eyes to confirm what his body has already discovered.   

Light floods the room and reveals the empty side of the bed. For a moment John feels like he can’t breathe, his lungs emptying without the ability to refill. The panic swirling through him feels too large for his body and he can’t stop the surprised wheeze that ekes out, unbidden.

His first instinct is to check for a note, and he vaults over the bed to check the bedside table. When that turns up nothing he heads for the bathroom, his eyes scanning across the countertop and mirror, only to find his own alarmed reflection. John forces himself to take deep breaths as he moves back into the bedroom, opening his drawers and pulling on a fresh shirt and jeans by rote. He’s exhausted, not having slept in a real bed in days, but adrenaline is coursing through him with a sharpness he can’t refute. Sleep will not be had any time soon.

He methodically checks the rest of the apartment, turning lights on and finding the blanket on the couch unfolded and abandoned, half wedged under a cushion. It doesn’t take a genius to see you had slept on the couch at some point before your departure. There’s no sign of a struggle, just an empty wine bottle and one glass with lip prints all over it. John repeats that there’s no signs of a struggle to himself, over and over as he pads back down the hallway to his bedroom, collecting his phone.

He pauses, internally debating whether or not to press the call button that his thumb is hovering over. The weight of the last few days lands on John’s shoulders firmly and he hits ‘call’ with a deep sigh that rattles the lining of his lungs. It almost goes to voicemail before the call connects.

“This had better be good.”

The familiar but groggy voice on the other end grumbles by way of greeting.

“I fucked up, Kate. She’s gone.”

“Wait, wait, what?”

John can hear Kate’s heaved sigh and rustling over the line, a hushed but urgent conversation being had in the background.

“She’s gone. I got home and she’s not here. There’s no sign of a struggle but I just…I can’t sleep. I won’t be able to sleep. I need to know she left by her own power, not dragged out of here. Please Kate. Can you pull CCTV footage, there’s one across the street-”

“Alright, hold on. Hold on, John.”

Kate’s trying to interrupt John’s flow of information. John finally stops talking, the silence on the line unnaturally tense.

“I’m up, I’m logging in, just…give me a second to play catch up.”

John grunts an affirmation, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed, the neatly made linens ramping his anxiety up. Either you never slept in the bed after he left, or you took the time to make the bed in John’s exacting military style. If he was a betting man, he knows which of the two options he would pick, which only serves to heighten his agitation.

“Ok, let’s go over this again. You say she’s gone?”

“She’s not fucking here Kate.”

“Ok, alright, let me look, I’m locating the CCTV across the road from your place now. I’m going to go ahead and guess your conversation did not go well before you left?”

“No. She said I’m making choices for her without involving her in the discussion first.”

“Well, that tracks, to be fair, John. She’s not under your command, remember.”

John’s sigh turns in to a growl, pushing his fingers through his hair while he paces, waiting for more information. Kate’s end is silent for what feels like an eternity as she works through the footage cache of the past few days.

 “Looks like she left the day after you did. A car picked her up in the morning – she took a bag. No note or anything, saying she’s visiting someone?”

“No, I’ve looked. Nothing.”

There’s silence again on the other end of the line for a minute before Kate speaks.

“John, I’m saying this because its Christmastime and you’ve had a hell of a run lately and I can tell this woman means a lot to you. I know what you are about to ask me. Tracking civilians without any cause is very much frowned upon, as you know, and if she didn’t tell you where she was going, she might not be happy to see you if you decide to follow up. Understand? Don’t sabotage yourself. Try to sit tight for a few days. If she’s still not back, get in touch and I’ll see what I can dig up. Right now, respect the distance.”

There’s a warning in Kate’s hushed voice, and John does his level best to reign himself in and heed it.

“Kate- “

“Listen, It’s alright John, she’s moved in now, right? She’ll be back. Figure out how to make it right in the meantime. Try to get some sleep if you can.”

Kate isn’t saying anything John doesn’t already know, but hearing it from her solidifies it somehow.

“Shit. Shit. Yeah. Yeah, alright. Thanks Kate. Sorry.”

“I’ll pass that ‘sorry’ directly on to my wife. At ease, Captain. Nothing more to be done right now, unfortunately. Get some rest.”

Kate is the voice of reason, even though John knows he’s unlikely to sleep and everything in him is screaming at him to find out more. He forces himself to swallow his arguments and listen to his old friend.

“Rog that, Kate. Thanks, again.”

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As the evening settled in, Jaehyun tucked Teo into bed, the soft glow of the nightlight casting shadows on the walls. Gazing up at his dad with his droopy eyes, Teo spoke up with a yawn, “Dad, can we decorate for Christmas tomorrow? Please?”

Jaehyun smiled, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Teo’s forehead. “Of course. We’ll start when Mommy gets home, and I’ll have everything ready, okay?” Teo's eyes fluttered open a bit wider, a hint of his usual energy peeking through his sleepy exterior, and he nodded. Jaehyun leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "Good night, little man."

By the next morning, Teo was practically bouncing with energy, but before the holiday fun could start, there was daycare. As Jaehyun secured him into his car seat, Teo’s little face turned serious. “Don’t forget the decorations, Dad,” he said, his voice all business.

Jaehyun laughed, giving him a playful wink. “I won’t forget. Pinky promise.” After buckling Teo in, Jaehyun walked to your window with a teasing smile. “Have a good day, love. I'll handle the Christmas prep.”

You glanced up at him, a grin tugging at your lips. “You better. And don’t break anything!”. Jaehyun chuckled, leaning in for a quick kiss. “I'll try my best. Drive safe.”

With a wave, he stepped back, watching as you and Teo pulled out of the driveway, off to start your day.

Having the house all to himself, Jaehyun got to work. He dug out the storage boxes, each one packed with ornaments, garlands, lights, and memories of your little family. He spent the better part of the morning carefully collecting everything, checking that the lights worked, and making sure none of the fragile ornaments were damaged. He couldn’t wait to see Teo’s face when he returned home.

Later, the front door burst open, and Teo came charging in, his little feet thumping against the wooden floor. He stopped as he spotted the tall Christmas tree, standing proudly but still bare in the corner of the living room.

“Dad! The tree!” Teo yelled, running over to take a closer look, his excitement bubbling over.

Jaehyun smiled, kneeling down next to him. “I know! It’s all ready for us to decorate,” he said, a twinkle of pride in his eyes. Teo's features brightened with happiness. “Can we start now?”

Jaehyun chuckled, tickling his tummy. “First, we need to eat lunch, and we should wait for Mommy to get home from work, too.”

Teo’s shoulders drooped for a moment, but he quickly perked up. “Did you make jumeokbap?” he asked, already imagining the rice balls.

As they ate lunch, Teo suddenly remembered. “Oh! Dad, do you want to listen to the gift Mommy and I got for you?”

Jaehyun smiled widely at his son, warmth spreading through him. “I’d love to, baby,” he replied, wiping some stray rice off Teo’s chin with a napkin.

Teo followed Jaehyun over to the music setup, a cozy corner of the living room. Jaehyun gently lowered the needle onto the edge of the vinyl record, and the melodies of “O Tannenbaum” filled the room. Teo’s mouth dropped open as the record spun, the music wrapping around them like magic. Jaehyun smiled softly at Teo, his heart swelling with affection. “Thank you so much, my Teo. It’s a wonderful gift.”

By the time the sun started setting, Jaehyun heard the front door creak open. You stepped inside, cheeks flushed from the cold, looking a bit tired but still glowing.

“Mommy!” Teo shouted, leaping up from his toys and running straight to you, “You’re back!”. You knelt down to scoop him into a hug, your heart melting at his enthusiasm. “Yes, sweetheart! I know you’ve been waiting for me to decorate the tree. Let’s do it now!” You kissed his cheek, smiling as his joy lit up the room.

Teo grabbed your hand, practically pulling you into the living room. “Mommy, look at the tree!” he said, bouncing up and down; his excitement was palpable as he pointed to the Christmas tree still bare in the corner. Jaehyun looked up from the boxes, showing you his dimpled smile. “What do you think?”

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” you said with a playful grin as you set your bag down. Jaehyun walked over, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “All set, just like I promised. And so far, nothing’s broken.”

You and Jaehyun started unpacking the decorations, spreading them out on the coffee table. Teo jumped right in to help, carefully hanging the ornaments on the lower branches of the tree. “How does this one look, Mommy?” he asked, pointing proudly to a slightly crooked ornament.

You smiled warmly, crouching down to get a closer look. “It looks perfect, Teo. You’re doing an amazing job!”

As you all worked together, Jaehyun couldn’t help but pause for a moment, watching Teo concentrate on hanging each ornament to the best of his ability. It reminded him of doing the same with his parents, and now he was able to share this experience with his own family.

The tree was almost done—just a few more ornaments left and the star. But as Jaehyun reached for another box, he heard a loud crunch that seemed to echo through the room. His face froze as he looked down—he had stepped on the star.

“Jaehyun!” you gasped, holding back a laugh. “The star!” Your hands covering your mouth as Jaehyun winced, holding up the now-bent star.

“Teo, I’m so sorry,” Jaehyun knelt beside him, guilt washing over him. “I didn’t mean to break our star.” He looked genuinely apologetic, holding the bent piece up for Teo to see.

You stifled a laugh, walking over and patting Jaehyun’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We can get a new one.”

Teo looked up, a small frown creasing his brow. "Don’t worry, Dad," he mumbled, attempting to sound more courageous than he felt. "Maybe we can make a new one!" He gave a tentative smile, hoping to cheer his dad up with his cute dimples. “You want to make a new star?” Jaehyun talked to Teo in a pout.

Teo nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Yeah! In art class, we made ornaments with paper, glue and glitter. I can show you how!"

Jaehyun smiled back at him, his shoulders relaxing. “Alright, Teo. Let’s make the coolest star ever.” He gave Teo a high five, his earlier guilt fading.

The three of you gathered around the table, with some glitter foam and other craft supplies you had laying around. Jaehyun cut out the shape, you stitched it together with a needle and golden thread, and Teo added some stickers, resembling a face. It wasn’t a stylish tree topper, but it was perfect for you all.

You suggested ordering pizza for dinner, and after a quick clean-up, you all sat comfortably in the living room to order. “What should we get on the pizza?” Jaehyun asked, looking at Teo. “Cherry tomatoes! And extra cheese!” Teo shouted excitedly. You smiled and chimed in, “Can we get one with Beyond Meat for me too, please, love?”

Later, with full stomachs and the tree glowing softly beside you, Jaehyun wrapped his arms around both you and Teo. “You know, I think this might be the best Christmas yet,” he whispered, his voice warm and content.

With Teo on his shoulders, Jaehyun carefully placed the new and shiny handmade star on top of the tree. Despite the earlier mishap, it felt like the perfect start to the holiday season—maybe even better because of it.

a/n: things are starting to look festive! reblogs and comments are appreciated ☺️ the divider is from @enchanthings 💘

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Future Rottmnt boys x pregnant fem reader (the big reveal) (1.1)

(No apocalypse )

(info: this will be split into three parts/3 different story parts each part can still be separated into different upload times but those will be titled as either 1.2, 2.3 and so on)

(Background  information: you have been married to the turtles for about three years now, but they had to go on a month long mission and you were home alone and during that time you started feeling nauseous like really nauseous,  April goes to the pharmacy to grab nausea pills for you but she comes back with more than just that)

There nicknames for you are, from Donnie(honeybee) from Raph (sugarplum) from  Leo (Mi amor) from Mikey (puppy)

You were hanging out with April in the layer while the boys were on the  month long mission stopping some bad guy, you two were talking about something when all of a sudden you started feeling nauseous again and quickly put your hand to your mouth and ran to the bathroom, you luckily didn’t throw up this time but  you were starting to get concerned.

April ran in after you and after seeing you nearly throw up she offered to go to the pharmacy to get you some medicine, you agreed and She quickly ran off.

While she was at the pharmacy she Asked one of the employees if they have any specific medicine they recommend, April says to the pharmacist “ my friend has been having weird bursts of nausea along with a few  other symptoms that I’m not 100% sure of yet but they told me that weird  things have been happening to them”, the girl behind the counter looks at April and then said she has something in mind and probably knows what is going on, she hands April a bag and tells her your friend will only need these things, I put in some extra just in case.

April takes the bag and quickly pays and quickly says thank you to the pharmacist for her help.

While she was on her way back she looked into the bag to see what the pharmacist gave to her.

She came back and found you in the bathroom, turns out you did throw up a little bit, April quickly handed the bag and you look inside, and you  see  three pregnancy tests, and you were shocked, you think to yourself that this is definitely a possibility but you weren’t sure.

you told April that you would like her  to wait outside, she goes outside and then you decide to take one of the pregnancy tests, you do what is required and see that it is positive, you can’t believe what you are seeing So decide to take it again, and again it’s positive you are still shocked and want to make certain that this is true So you  take the third one and once again it’s positive,  you break down in tears, you can’t believe this after so long and despite everything you have a baby .

You call April back into the bathroom and show her all three positive pregnancy tests, she squeals in joy and says oh my gosh I’m going to be a aunt.

She hugs you tightly and congratulates you.

After a while you and  April go back to the living room and discuss how you can tell the boys, you would really like to surprise them, and April says that it  is a great idea,

You to get ready to go shopping because you two want to get everything ready for when the boys come back even though you still have about two weeks, you  were   to excited and wanted to get everything ready now,

1.2

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.2

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which you and anakin reunite, but liz is right there to ensure he is well aware of the power she has on his and your relationship at the moment.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4.7k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Anakin was shaking a bit as he waited near the luggage claim area. His arms were aching with the need to hold you again, and he had to remind himself over and over that he was here to pick you up. 

You were going to be here at any second. 

He was going to have you back in his arms soon, and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to let you go this time if he tried. It was more evident than ever that you were meant to be together, and he was meant to be with you. He couldn’t function properly without you, that much was clear with the way the rational side of his brain completely shut down once he was more than a few minutes away from you. 

The airport wasn’t crowded at all, and he’s only seen a few people try to sneak a photo of him, which was a bit of a relief since he wanted to get you back to the bus as soon as possible. 

Anakin looked down and was about to call you when he felt someone’s eyes on him. He knew it was you, and when he lifted his head and almost instantly met your gaze, he was shoving his phone back in his pocket and making his way to you. 

Your eyes were glazed over as you pushed your way through the small crowd and dropped your bag to the floor when he finally reached you. Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders while his circle around your middle. Your lips meet in a deep and desperate kiss as your tears fall down your face and land on his own. 

Anakin felt his heart swell now that you were back in his arms, and he didn’t want to ever let you go again. One month wasn’t a long time, but it felt like fucking forever without you, and he never wanted to be away from you for that long ever again. “Princess,” he mumbled against your lips and you only kissed him harder and tightened your hold on his shoulders. “Baby.”

You pull away and bury your face against the side of his neck, whimpering a quiet, “Ani,” next to his ear. 

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he held you impossibly close to his chest. He was scared to open his eyes again and have this all been a dream, but he knew that he never dreamed without you next to him. He hadn’t had a dream in over a month. 

So when he did open his eyes and pull away to see your achingly pretty face, he knew he wasn’t dreaming. “Hi, pretty girl,” he whispered and you gave him a teary smile as you pressed about ten quick kisses to his lips. 

“Hi, Ani,” you say back, just as quietly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he commented as he held onto the backs of your thighs. His own eyes burned with unshed tears, and he pushed them away as best as he could. “God, I missed you so much.”

You grin at him as you smooth out his messy hair. “I missed you,” 

The feeling of your fingers in his hair had him going feral as he had almost forgotten how good it felt. He almost forgot how perfectly you fit against him like this or how the mere sight of you had all his worries melting away as if they were never there to begin with. 

You bury your face into his shirt and groan loudly, making him grin when he looks over and sees the concerned look of someone passing by. “You smell so good,” you say and he laughs as you press your lips to the side of his neck. 

“What,” he hummed as he walked over to where you dropped your bag with you still wrapped around him. “The guys in London don’t smell good?”

You pull back with a pointed look, making him bite back another grin as you say, “I never got close enough to find out,”

Anakin smirked at you as you jumped down from him but kept your chest pressed to his. “Right answer,” he mumbled as he leaned down and grabbed your duffle bag before taking your hand in his. 

You roll your eyes as you follow after him. “So…this is Paris,” you say, a bit breathless at the beautiful scenery you’re met with once you leave the airport. 

“This is it,” Anakin confirmed as he pulled you along to the street. “All the pretty things around us, and yet none of them are even close to being as pretty as you.”

You blush and pull your hand from his in order to wrap your arms around his middle. “You’re such a sap,” you point out as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “But I love you for it.”

Anakin smiled before leaning down to kiss you again. “I love you,” he said back as he brought his free hand up to gently grasp your jaw. He had a hard time keeping his hands and lips off you right now as he waited for the driver to arrive, and he was sure he was being too affectionate with you for it to be considered appropriate for a public setting, but he couldn’t care less right now. “I missed you so damn much.”

You beam up at him and press your nose against the base of his throat. “I can’t believe we went a whole month without each other,” you murmur as you trail one hand up his back and observe his features. “You look tired, Ani. You haven’t been sleeping much, have you?”

Anakin shrugged and kissed your forehead. “You said it yourself, princess,” he said. “We haven’t been with each other for an entire month. That results in my sleep schedule getting fucked up.”

You pout and Anakin wanted to take you right here and now. “I’m sorry, baby,” you whisper. “But I’m here now….though I don’t think either of us will be getting much sleep for the next few nights.”

Your smirk had him growing a bit hard in his jeans, but it also had him feeling guilty. He still hadn’t told you about Liz, and every time you touched him, he was reminded that you weren’t the only one who had done it in the past four weeks.  

He knew he needed to tell you, and he was planning on doing it as soon as he got to the tour bus. So for now, he kisses your pout and says, “I love you so much, Y/n. I barely made it without you,”

Your smirk softens and you press your cheek against his shoulder. “Me too, Anakin,” you confess quietly. “I don’t want to go that long without you ever again. Maybe we can talk about my program later? I think I’ve decided what I want to do about it. The plane ride really cleared my head.”

Anakin nodded as the car pulled up, and he opened the back door as he said, “We can do whatever you want, baby,” and guided you into the backseat. “I have some things I need to tell you, too.”

You smile at him as he sits beside you and closes the door. “Okay, we’ll talk when we get to the bus,” you suggested and he nods, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side as you press a kiss to his tattoo of your writing on his wrist. He was terrified to tell you what happened, and he was terrified to see your reaction, but he couldn’t live with this guilt for much longer.  

While he completely intended to sit you down and confess to what he did when you entered the empty bus, you had other plans. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you were jumping into his arms and kissing him deeply. 

He drops your bag onto the floor and nearly trips on it as he grabs your thighs and presses you against the wall beside the door. Your lips connect in desperate kisses as he pushes his body against yours, trying to get as close to you as he possibly could. 

Any thoughts about what he was going to say to you leave his head as you take it upon yourself to grind your hips against his. Still, he tries to stay focused, “Baby,” he rasped between kisses. “We should talk.”

You just kiss him deeper and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it in the way you knew he loved. 

He cursed under his breath and the sound caused you to moan quietly. “Baby,” he tried again but you moved to press your lips to his neck as you reached down to palm him through his jeans. 

“We will,” you promised, sucking a mark onto his throat before looking up at him with needy, lust filled eyes. “We’ll talk, Ani, I promise. I just really, really need you.” 

Truthfully, he needed you just as bad, if not more. He’s been craving you since the minute he left London, and the ache in his chest was finally starting to dull now that he is back with you. 

“Okay,” he caved and pressed you harder against the wall, his hips gently beginning to rock against yours. 

You moan softly, dropping your hands down to his shoulders, where you squeezed. “Do you want this?” You asked, and he fucking adored the way you still checked in with him even if you were so close to losing complete control. “Do you want me?”

The question knocked the air out of him, and he pressed his face against the side of your neck with a huff. “Of course I want you,” he swore, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist while you kept yourself upright with your legs secured around his hips. He needed you to know that you were it for him, forever. There was no one else after you. He would always be entirely yours. “I want you with me for the rest of my life. You’re everything to me, and I will love you forever.”

Even if you fell out of love with after he tells you everything he’s been up to in the last month. 

Your gaze softens as you caress his jaw with your thumbs. “Ani,” you trail off and the innocent look you were giving him was making him go insane. How could he ever let someone else get this close to him when he had you waiting for him? “I’ve loved you for five years now. Well, actually that will be official tomorrow. Five whole years with you and I still haven’t gotten enough. You’re my world, Anakin. Happy almost anniversary.”

Time really got away from him, and after thinking about it, he realized that tomorrow is, in fact, your five year milestone. And now he felt like a terrible boyfriend all over again. “Happy almost anniversary,” he whispered back, and then your lips were on his again. 

“Take me, Ani,” you requested in between kisses, and he would never say no to you. 

He pushes away from the wall and walks over to the couch, where he lays you down and hovers over you. Your hands tangle in his hair as he places open mouthed kisses to your collarbones and shoulders, his lips trying to show every part of you how much he missed you. 

Your sweet moans were music to his ears, and he knew he would always need you in his life. Everything reminded him of you, and he couldn’t sing any of his songs without thinking of you and picturing you beside him, and he guessed he was to blame for that one since he wrote every single one about you. 

And your soft voice had his heart breaking as you said, “I haven’t been touched in a month,” and though you were teasing him, it had Anakin’s eyes squeezing shut in dread.

While you kept your hands to yourself in London, he didn’t. You pushed guys away, yet he let Liz get so close. You weren’t even looking at other people, and he had felt her lips against his own. 

He hated thinking about that night, and what he could remember from it had him feeling sick every time. 

He was a terrible person, and you deserved better.

Your lips were all over him as your hands feebly tugged on his black shirt. “Where are you?” There was a hint of humor to your voice as you gently tugged on the skin below his ear. “You’re in your head, Ani. Come back to me.”

Anakin opened his eyes again and met your gaze, “I’m here,” he promised, kissing you deeply. “I’m not leaving you again.” 

“Good,” you smile as you finally pull off his shirt. “Because I can’t go that long without you again.” 

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised as you arched your back and pulled off your own shirt. You toss it at him and he laughed as he let it drop to the floor and join his. “I thought it was my job to do that.”

You shrug as you trail your hands down his biceps, and he could’ve moaned at how right your hands felt on him. “You’re taking too long,” you mumble and sit up, making him lean back on his knees. Your lips press kisses down his chest as your fingers work at the button on his jeans, and it felt so good, until his mind flashed back to how it felt to have Liz’s mouth on his body in the same way yours is right now. 

He tensed up and reached out to gently grip the sides of your face to halt your actions. When you glanced up at him and gave him a confused look, he leaned down and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your mouth. “I missed you, princess,” he repeated the words he’s said to you countless times now since he saw you at the airport. 

He wanted to say more, but was struggling to find the right words, and you somehow knew this. “Okay,” you murmur and kiss him again before dropping your hands and laying back down on the couch. 

Anakin pulls your black leggings off and your panties follow soon after, and he can’t stop himself from leaning down and wrapping his lips around your clit. He was probably making you feel even more confused as he was hesitant to let you touch him right now, but here he is going down on you. 

He couldn’t tell you that he felt disgusted with himself, and he refused to think about the fact that he pictured Liz the second you kissed his chest in the way she did at the club. And it wasn’t by choice. The last thing he’d ever want to think about is Liz and what her lips felt like on him, but it just happened and he had no control over it. 

Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue slowly worked you open, and he could easily get lost in you if you’d let him. You were so familiar to him, and your body was so responsive to him, it should be a crime that he’d forgotten for even a second what you felt like. 

“Ani,” you moan and, God, your voice was unforgettable. 

Anakin hummed as he kissed his way up your chest and found your lips with his. Your hands pushed at his jeans and freed him while his reached around your back and unclasped your bra just as you guided him into you. 

Your relieved moan rang throughout his ears and he dropped the pink lacy material to the floor, wrapping you up in his arms as he began roughly fucking into you. “Oh, my God,” you whimpered and gripped his shoulders tightly. 

Anakin grunted at the slight sting of your nails. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered under his breath and you clenched around him, further proving his words. “I need to wear you out, huh?”

“Sounds like a challenge,” you say back as you lean in and kiss your initial on his bicep. “You sure you’re up for it, broody?”

He smirked down at you. “It’s not a challenge, pretty girl,” he mumbled as he took your left hand in his and ran his lips along his initial on your wrist. “It’s a promise.”

You moan loudly at that and bury your face against his neck, breathing him in again. “Fuck, Ani, you smell so good,” you whine and he let out a deep laugh as he slowed his pace. “Like the sexiest man alive.”

Anakin laughed again. “You don’t have to flatter me, baby,” he rasped, the slow fuck of his hips allowing you both to feel every inch of each other. “I’m already inside you. You already have me right where you want me.” 

You pull back with a grin as you tangle your hands in his hair. “I have you right where you belong,” you state and wrap your legs around his waist. “I missed you every single day, Ani. I love you so much.”

Anakin’s smirk softened at your sweet words and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing multiple deep kisses to your mouth. “I love you more,” he said back and meant it more than anything else he’s ever said in the twenty two years he’s lived. “You’re my girl, baby, forever.”

He felt like he had no right to be this possessive over you right now, but he really didn’t have a filter when it came to you. 

“That’s not long enough,” you grin at him before guiding his mouth back to yours, where you kiss him deeply and nudge his tongue with the tip of your own. His pace was slow as he licked along your bottom lip, and both yours and his lips were wet when he pulled away. “Fuck me, Ani, I need it.”

And so did he.

Anakin reached up and gripped the armrest of the couch with one hand while his other arm wrapped around your body and pressed your chest right up against his. He began fucking you into the couch, and your moans and whimpers fueled him to go even harder. 

His hips hit yours brutally, and he knew you both would probably have bruises there later on, but neither of you cared at all. You weren’t exactly new to having marks on your body from each other, since you both had an undying need to claim one another. 

Your neck and shoulders were spotless for the first time in a while, so Anakin leaned down and sucked a dark mark onto your collar bone in an attempt to make up for the lost time. 

You moan softly and rake your hands down his back, claiming him in your own way as he knew there would be scratch marks after you were done with him. “You feel so good, Ani,” you whispered as you kissed along his jaw and throat. “I needed you so badly.”

Anakin groaned deeply and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I needed you, too,” he swore. “I always need you.”

You let out a breathless laugh and the sound went straight to his dick, and he had to hold back from coming right then and there. “I’m already close,” you tell him as you move your hands up and grip the back of his neck, where your fingers tangle in the hair there. “Do you see what you do to me?”

A grunt escaped Anakin’s mouth as he bit down gently on your shoulder. “I know,” he muttered and removed his hand from your back in order to take yours and lace your fingers together. “I’m close, too.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as he presses your joined hands against the couch beside your head. “Make me come,” you quietly begged as you clenched around him again. “Please, Ani.”

He cursed under his breath and rocked his hips against yours as he felt his release creeping up on him. “I’ll make you come,” he grunted and released the armrest so he could trail his hand down to your throbbing clit. He rubbed harsh circles against it and you squirmed under him as your moans got louder. 

Thank fuck Vinny and Theo had decided to give Anakin free rein over the bus today.

“Come for me, princess,” he softly demanded and felt as you clenched impossibly tight around him before a warmth surrounded him. His brows furrowed as he fucked you through your high, and your heels pressed against his lower back as you writhed under him. “Good girl. You’re so good to me, baby.”

You whimper as you squeeze your hand in his and kiss along his neck. “Come, Ani,” 

And he would never deny you a single thing again for the rest of your lives. 

He dropped his head in the space between your neck and shoulder as his own release took over, and he gave a few more thrusts before stilling completely. “Fuck,” he muttered as he tried to catch his breath. “Jesus Christ, baby.”

You laugh from your place under him and turn your head to the right to press a kiss to his wrist and tattoo. “We usually last longer than that,” you observe. “I think we’re a bit out of practice.”

“You might be right,” he huffed and kept himself buried in you as he rolled onto his side and pulled you against him. He was still a bit breathless as he mumbled, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you grin up at him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

-

“I think I figured out what I want to do,” you say quietly as you and Anakin lay in his bunk. 

It had been a few hours since you arrived in Paris, and since Anakin fucked you on the communal couch of the bus. Vinny and Theo had stumbled through the doors not too long ago since it was nearing the time for them to head to the venue, and after a quick hug from both the boys and Clara, Anakin hauled you to his bunk and pulled you down so you were laying with him. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you right now, and you weren’t complaining at all since you weren’t doing much better. 

Theo laughed at something Vinny said from their place at the table as Anakin kissed the top of your head. “What do you want to do?” He asked and you could hear the faint hint of excitement in his voice. 

You run your hands up his chest as you tangle your legs with his. “I don’t want to go back,” you confess and feel him tense against you.

“So,” he trailed off and you held back a smile.

“I want to stay on tour with you,”

The look he gave you when you said that had you feeling like you were the most important person in the world. “You’re staying?” He asked and you nodded. “Baby.”

You laugh before he connects his lips to yours. “I don’t want to keep missing you,” you add after he pressed five kisses to your mouth.

Anakin pulled back and kissed your forehead multiple times. “I love you,” he rasped. “But if you’re just doing this for me-”

“I’m not,” you promise and tangle your hands in his hair. “I don’t think London is for me, and I don’t think I want to get into writing at this point in my life. I want to do exactly what we have been doing; exploring the world together, settling down at our own apartment, being with each other. That’s all I want right now. Maybe I’ll pick it back up again in the future, but for now I just want to be with you.”

Your words leave him speechless, and you thought you saw tears in his eyes before he guided you into another deep kiss. “If that’s what you want, then we’ll do that,” he said after pulling away and you smiled up at him as you lay in silence for a little while longer before heading to the venue.

Being backstage again felt surreal, and to be back in Anakin’s arms felt even better. Crew members hustled around you as Anakin held you close to his chest, his hands on either side of your face while yours gripped his waist.

You were turned on again, and his outfit choice was not helping at all. It was a simple graphic tee, black jeans, black converse and the leather jacket you loved so much. A few rings were on his fingers, and his hair was perfectly messy, you were having a hard time staying here and not dragging him back to the dressing room with you. 

“I love you,” he said in between kisses. 

“I love you,” you say back. “You’re going to do amazing, baby, as always.”

He kisses you again and again, making you laugh and pull away. He opened his mouth to say something, but a somewhat familiar voice spoke instead, “Hey Anakin,” you look over and see Liz, her camera strap fastened around her neck as she looked between the two of you. “Y/n.”

“Hi,” you say back as Anakin pulls you into his side and wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“Long time, huh?” She asked as she avoided eye contact with Anakin and kept her eyes on you.

“Yeah,” you agreed and slid your hand into his back pocket, but he just remained stoic as he glared at her. You furrow your brows as you say, “I saw some pictures you took of the guys. They’re amazing.”

She smiled at you and raised the camera. “Thanks, Y/n,” the way she said your name made you a bit uncomfortable, but you didn’t let it show as she said, “Smile.”

You force out a grin as Anakin stays emotionless, the flash making you have black spots in your vision as you weren’t used to it at all. “You have all the pictures you need, Liz,” he mumbled and she pouted. 

“Just wanted some behind the scenes stuff. God, you guys are cute together,” she purred as she walked closer and tugged at the collar of his jacket. “I like this on you, makes me think of that night at the club.”

Anakin tensed up beside you before he guided you towards the stage. “Yeah, well, those nights won’t be happening anymore,” was all he said and she just smiled. 

“It was so nice seeing you again, Y/n,” she waved as she moved towards the stairs. “You and I will have to catch up later.”

You nod and then she is gone, leaving you alone with Anakin, who looked like someone had just punched him several times as his face twisted up in poorly hidden agony. “What’s this I hear about a club?” You tease as you smooth out his shirt. 

“Her and I used to go out to clubs together,” it took him a while to answer you, and you weren’t sure why he was being so closed off now. “It won’t happen ever again.”

You narrow your eyes a bit. “Okay,” you trail off. “I saw that you unfollowed her on Instagram and deleted some pictures…is everything okay?”

Anakin ran his hands up your arms as he nodded. “Just some dumb drama,” he dismissed your worries. “I don’t think you and her should catch up later.”

That made you even more confused, but you weren’t planning on actually sitting down and talking to the photographer, anyway. “Alright,” you agree. “I won’t.”

Anakin gives you a forced smile before kissing the top of your head. “I gotta go on stage now, but just know that I won’t be able to take my eyes off you the whole time I’m out there,” he warned and you grin at that.

“You missed your personal cheerleader, huh?” You tease and hug him one final time.

He holds you close to him as he buries his face in your hair and murmurs, “More than anything,”