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[fbiartist]

@humanchewtoy asked: [ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .

❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .

They were getting more and more comfortable around eachother. She wasn't sure if it was about some sense of friendship or warped trauma bonding, but she wasn't about to question it now as he walked by him in her towel, her hair freshly washed. The leave in conditioner still in her finely coiled curls.

And just as she was reaching for her near empty wine glass, he was refilling it for her. She offered him up a smile, "Thanks. Bathroom's free if you wanna go get cleaned up." There's a little nod in the direction to it.

[fbiartist]

"Does this happen to you...often?" The words were said carefully. Not necessarily worried about his anger, but her own. The thought of someone who was supposed to be family just deciding to do something like this. Even with his immortal nature- especially with his immortal nature. It felt like a way of torturing someone. "You're welcome. I've got my car right outside, I didn't see yours. Do you have your keys on you? Or did you just park somewhere else?"

Or was this one of those fights he had with his brother that ended up having collateral damage in the way of vehicles. Everytime she saw vampires with cars she knew that thing's days were numbered. Either that or they were taken care of obsessively- and she couldn't blame that one cause her car was her baby too.

"You sound like sandpaper and stone." Ziva pulled out a pocket knife and pricked the end of her middle finger, watching the blood well up and then held out her hand to him expectantly. "I want you to be okay and I know you're not going to take a lot from me. So come on."

            "nevertheless, it had not been right of me to have not enough control over myself." he had fortunately not broken anything or worse, but he expected himself to control himself and not inflict pain on anyone who did not deserve it, and especially not on people he held dear. "yes, it’s a sight to get used to. fortunately, i am in a position to know that i will not lie in my coffin for long if it should happen against all expectations." unlike his siblings, elijah was never long away, as niklaus needed, depended on him too much. nonetheless, it was not an event that he wanted to provoke, because the dagger was extremely painful.

            but not only for this reason his thoughts were fixed on the dagger next to niklaus' present whereabouts. fortunately, ziva had taken it in her possession and when she showed him, he reached out his cold, gray hand. his fingers clenched laboriously around the dagger, as his joints were not as flexible as usual, and he took the dagger.

            "thank you, ziva." really, the possession of this dagger was a top priority. he looked at the dagger, which had been stained with his blood, before slowly and carefully putting it into the inner pocket of his ruined jacket where it was secure for the time being. it cannot be reused, not without a special further ingredient but it needed to be hidden from prying eyes nonetheless.

            "to help with my unhealthy skin color?", he questioned because she was most likely referring to that as it was the most striking feature. "not much." one blood would be enough. to regain his full strength, however, and not feel like he has been rolled over by a bulldozer, he would need more.

            "you don't have to worry about it. i feel okay." just a tad dead but he'll survive that. || @fbiartist

[sanji-screenshots]

I'm FINALLY through with Dressrosa which means I'll be seeing our main man again soon, but now I'm thinking about how long I'm going to be in Whole Cake Island... like it took me a (relatively) long time to get through Dressrosa and Sanji wasn't even there for most of it! With WCI I'm going to be pausing every 5 minutes to get screenshots! Lord help me, I'm going to be stuck there for the rest of my life...

[vargaslovinghours]

Y’all are being subjected to my Sims 2 tests, so there

The other set of Vargases came over for a visit and Scriabin picked up Shmee and started talking to Scriabin through him. Very normal, very usual

I downloaded some circle-glasses recolours and hghghh they look so good! Closer every day to his final details! Getting ever closer!

Edgar too! I made him a custom hair with a lighter undercut - I’m mostly happy with it, probably could’ve shifted it a shade closer to his skintone but the texturing was weird no matter what :P And his stripey shirt! I wish Body Shop didn’t have that hands-on-hips pose lol, it looks so much better in-game, but that’s all the better :)

I got some new clothes for Todd as well! As soon as I saw this ‘fit I was like “Oh that’s 100% Todd there he is.” Scriadad hug ♥ So cute

Foot-dancing together stopp it’s so cute!!

The way he looks at them stoppp <3 <3 They kept doing this right up til they left for home haha, Todd’s giggles are the cutest

Used SimPE to save him to the Body Shop, I now have infinite copies of The Boyyyy ♪

Moved him in with his “parents” as just shadow people basically, they’re not gonna matter in a bit as long as I remember how to get the Social Worker/Adoption process to work properly. Get her Todd!!

Wanna play? :D

Menacing :(

Look, Todd, your new dads are here! Initially I wasn’t sure who I wanted to adopt him, got lots of options; the first passes, the married couple with their own Todd, Johnny?? He definitely doesn’t have the facilities for a child lol But these are the ones that showed up on their own, so the married Vargases are the winners!

Scriabin cares more about him than his actual parents ;; A stranger off the street shows him more care! Not that it’s a high watermark

Look at him being a good dad!

Weh, he just wants friends ;; Poor baby

Best timeline, thank you

While we wait for CPS, let’s get some other interactions in! Nny is mean so he tended to prank the other two with a nose flick - mostly Edgar lol ♪ Now kiss

“Oh please don’t break all my bones~ :3” I love Todd looking up at them haha <3

Pffft, I think he was talking about the other Scriabin and just how attractive he is. Classic Scriabin. Alternatively, also funny to imagine him bragging himself up about how he’s just so handsome that Edgar can’t help but love him hahaha ♪

Allow me to tickle you with my KNIFE! >:D

Get a load of this guy lol

He ended up passing out at one point - I forgot which motives make CPS show up >.> - and completely 0%’d his comfort, but for some reason stargazing increased it?? It’s the same ground wh

Is two not enough to satisfy your butterfly bloodlust child?? He ended up with three, I had him release them before he was picked up by the Social Worker - success!

He rolled a new Want as soon as Todd was taken away - “Wants to see Ghost of Todd” Woah, dark! :0

And here he is on the married Vargases’ lot!! Success!! I did it right!! Heck yeah! :D Unfortunately they were uh, indisposed at the time. Good job guys pft

Goes right for Shmee, he really is Todd <3

[doodlingwren]

Hiatus

I am going on hiatus for a bit more. I really really hoped the stuff that have been going on lately were already "sorted out" but, uhm... they aren't. I need to take a bit more time offline once again, and try to work things out.

Thank you for your patience ❤

Wren

[kiestrokes]

Smut Shots: Rock with you | NSFW

🍒 Pairing: Boyfriend!Choi Seungcheol of SVT x Girlfriend!Reader/You/Yn 🍒 Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 🍒 Word Count: 2,414 🍒 Genre: one shot, drabble, smut, PWP. 🍒 Warnings: cursing, boyfriend/girlfriend dynamics, google docs is doing this annoying thing of changing every tense of you to you're, so if you see that please just ignore it, it is one I didn't catch.

🍒 Sexually Explicit Content: cockwarming, penis in vagina, edging, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, overstim (obvi it's my fave), ass smacking, hair pulling, kissing/french kissing, talk of semen/female ejac, no condom used, slightly rough but not in the realm of true pain kink, Scoups has stamina. Let me know if I missed anything.  

🍒 Summary: You had very good dream, and the only thing that can put you back to sleep is being filled by your boyfriend.

🗝️ Note: Still not technically here, did look at the queue after the KIoF anon from this morning, it will run out soon and all KIoF and BM content has been deleted. It was legit only the post from yesterday. Just tossing this Scoups smut into the void for anyone that finds it to enjoy. Happy bunny-candy-egg-zombie Jesus holiday.

💿 Text Me by DPR LIVE 📰 Read it on Ao3! ��� Smut Shots: Mini Masterlist

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols below. 

You whine, low and needy as you surface from your steamy dream. Hands searching blindly behind you for your boyfriend.

Seungcheol grunts appreciatively, hips rutting into your hand as you palm over his boxers.

“Coups,” you dip a hand beneath the band, successfully fisting his semi-hard length.

Seungcheol mumbles your name in a sleep-coated baritone .

“I need you inside me,” you subtly beg, but it falls on drowsy, deaf ears.

Seungcheol sluggishly helps you slip his boxers off, your breathing shallowing at the feel of his hot skin pressing into your ass. Seungcheol’s warm breath fans over your ear, spreading goosebumps down your bare arms and thighs.

“What do you need, Jagi?” He clicks his tongue drowsily.

You drape a leg backwards over his thigh, hand slipping between your legs to find his waiting erection. Cheol moans as you rub him through your damp folds, before sinking him into your pussy with his help. Satisfied he is secure enough, you drop your leg and tuck yourself back against him, hand between your legs to guide him further into you.

Seungcheol’s breathing comes out in shortened pants, toned arm slipping to wrap around your hips as he presses into your tight heat. A few pulses later the two of you center yourselves together and drift back off to sleep, intimately interlocked.

-

You wake three hours later, to Seungcheol hard and leaking inside you. His hips shuddering in effort not to move, broad body folded around you, holding you tight against him.

Seungcheol nuzzles the nape of your neck, “good morning jagi.”

Your clit twitches at the snug feel of him inflated inside you. Your entrance has tightened back around him while you slept and he grew. Both of you start with some slow squirming that escalates into grinding and then flat out thrusting against each other.

You don’t quiet your moans, something far beyond neediness overtaking you. Gripping his thigh so that you can begin working him in and out of your pussy.

Seungcheol groans, grabbing your hips to brace himself, creating a steady base for your actions. As you arch your spine to roll his cock around with drawn out circles of your hips until he can't take it and is pressed flush against your back. His knees tucking in behind yours and pressing his pelvis tight against your ass. You moan as his hips angle deeper than before.

“Jagi-” he rasps, tongue flicking out against the lobe of your ear.

Then his hands are up your baggy shirt, just grazing your breasts and teasing the nipples. So that you brush against his knuckles with each forward thrust, your nails embedding briefly into his thigh before slipping around to palm his ass.

He finally graces you with his touch by cupping a breast and you shudder against him. Squeezing internally and Seungcheol groans pinching your nipple as you rub yourself harder in his lap. Foregoing your controlled strokes for sloppy slaps until your orgasm starts to crest over both of you.

Your neck snaps back, pressing your cheek into your pillow and exposing your neck to Seungcheol which he grasps. Hammering up into you in what you think is to chase your releases.

When suddenly, momentarily the tension is lost, Seungcheol pulls out to shove one thigh up and straddle your other one so that you’re lying on your side with him ready to drill into you from above.

His hands firm on the divide of your hips and thigh as he bullies his way back inside you, causing you to seize at the intrusion and clutch his wrist as he wastes no time setting an invasive stroke into your slick insides.

"Cheol-ahhh!"

“Driven me crazy for an hour, hugging my dick so tight. I’m not letting you come so quick, want you to come hard for me,” he groans, landing a slap to your exposed cheek.

You moan, body stiffening at the delicious bite of his hit. Starting to feel the hot coil tightening in your stomach again so quickly.

Seungcheol smirks wickedly down at you, slipping a hand between your thighs to rub brutally at the sensitive bundle of nerves that sit at the top of your vulva.

Before slamming in and out of you until you stiffen at the direct and insistent contact your hand grabbing at his. When the band almost snaps, he pulls his hand away, hips slowing to taunting circles.

His ragged “hngh fuck,” as he fights off his orgasm. Still stroking, hands bruising into the back of your thigh as he shudders through it.

Seungcheol is not done yet, he rolls you onto your back to lay between your thighs. His arms slipping under your shoulders, hands tangling in your hair as he kisses you.

Tongue rolling into your mouth as his hips rock against yours gently. Slowly building up your climax again. Each thrust pressing firmly into your swollen clit until you’re tightening around him again.

“That's it, jagi.”

One hand twists into his hair as your nails dig into his ass as you wait to explode around him.

His dark brows are a stark contrast for the fluff blonde hair woven between your fingers, form a valley as he pouts. A choked version of your name rumbles out of his mouth as you spasm around him.

“Seungcheol” you gasp.

Each nerve ending on your body awake, from the tips of your toes to the peaks of your nipples. Walls squeezing his leaking length.

“Feels so good,” you mewl and Cheol snaps his hips again.

Fighting through his own tension to pull more pleasure from your already wrecked body. You moan, pelvis rubbing shamelessly at his base.

“Come on baby, I know you have it in you,” he grunts rolling his hips into an upward angle.

Your back arches and you feel that elusive coil being cranked impossibly tighter. You groan as he repeats the motions, arching into him.

“Cheol,” you beg.

“Right here jagi, you have me,” he huffs with effort, his own body shaking.

Your body shudders and you collapse back on the bed.

“Deeper,” you plead.

“Always asking me to split you open,” Seungcheol obliges, lifting your legs around his neck, sinking into you, his eyes pinching shut as he slides home.

You reach down to spread yourself and Seungcheol hisses out your name as he bottoms out. He circles his hips and you gasp at the sensation. How wet you are from your half pulsed releases and his precum.

“I need-“

He knows what you need and folds you down for a kiss slipping out of you halfway at the angle but driving his hips upwards, putting all of his weight into the part of you that feels it most.

“Wanna come for me jagi?” Seungcheol rasps between kisses as you chase his pouty lips.

“Yes, fuck, please” you tense your calves on his shoulders to push back against his advances sinking him fully into you again.

The movement and tensing of your core lets you explode finally, with a sleep dry cry your orgasm drenching his length. Seungcheol moans at the rush of lubrication, hips slowing as he savors each drag.

“I love when you’re this wet” his eyebrows converge and he presses you deeper. “Can’t wait until I’m leaking out of you.”

You whine at his praise, body shuddering as your own arousal trails down the valley of your ass.

“This what you want, jagi? Me to fill you up?”

You moan and thrash against the bed through the echoes of climax, “Cheol, shhh not so dirty.”

He silences you with a kiss, hands braced on the bed on either side of your hips as he presses entirely into you again. Lips smirking against yours.

You gasp at the stretch his cock causes at your still fluttering entrance, body continuing to shuddering uncontrollably. His mouth parts as he watches you fall apart pressing impossibly tighter against your trembling body.

“You're so tight,” he pants, “feels so good when you're clamped around me so tight.”

His strokes are deep and lingering. Your swollen and over teased insides trying to push him out. Fixing you a delirious feel for each veiny ridge of his stiff member.

Seungcheol is quickly losing it to you, his body damp with sweat, chest flushed with all the effort he had displayed. His body shakes as he drags himself in and out of your release.

“Just a little more, jagi-” he grunts.

You nod clutching his forearms as he presses you into the bed heavily on your hips, marking them with something you’ll feel later.

“Cheol!”

He lets out a breathy smile, repeating his thrust with a satisfying wet slap. You bow off the bed, and he hammers into you quickly in response.

“So close, jagi.”

“Ahh-I know.”

And you do know, Seungcheol mocks you for always asking for him to split you open, but you swear he wants to crawl inside you when he's close. Fingers sunken into your skin, leaving tingling bruises you can touch for days. Hips pistoning his impossibly hard dick in and out of your tightened cunt. Always waiting for you, eyes locking with yours and sending the both of you over as he slams into you.

He lets out the most guttural version of your name as his hips jerk against the back of your thighs, spilling a heavy load into you. Powerful thighs and ass still working until your body limps under his from you're own muscle fatigue from the edging. Letting you're legs fall uselessly to the bed from their previous perch on his shoulders.

Seungcheol breathes a soft moan as he collapses over you, hips rolling softly as your pussy still seizes around him. Your fingernails dip into the supple swells of his back muscles. As his face burrows in your neck, fingers tracing your jawline.

“Fuck,” you sigh peacefully.

Seungcheol laughs and you both groan as you feel it deep in your joined sexes.

“Give me a minute and we can go again.”

He means a literal minute, dick only flagging slightly inside you before swelling right back up between your lazy kisses, teasing petting of each other's bodies and subtle grinding.

You tug his face up to yours rolling him over onto his back and start to bounce. His hands fist your hips drawing you back down sharply into his thrusts.

“Cheol!” You gasp as your body bows in the air.

He’s stiff under you lips bitten between his teeth, “harder jagi, please”

You brace your hands on his chest and snap your hips roughly, earning a ragged sigh from Seungcheol. His hands fanning up your back to cup the nape of your neck and thrust back. You gasp as the tingling hits the rest of your body.

“Yes, yes!”

Your body trembles at the desperation in his voice. Hips slamming into your ass and backs of your thighs as he barrels toward his high.

“So close, jagi.”

His big eyes glossy with want as he grunts and his frame starts to shake. Head tossing back into the pillow as he rakes both hands down your back to grip your ass, spreading the cheeks and deepening his thrusts.

“Not yet-” you brace you hand to his chest.

“You want another full one?”

“Yes,” you press a hand to your stomach and Seungcheol presses too. Your head lolls back between your shoulders at the added pressure.

“Fuck!”

Your eyes snap to his, his eyes trained on your pussy and you look down to see a thick, creamy ring forming around his base. Both of your releases coating him, you sit back a little to give him a better view.

“Jagi-“ Seungcheol groans, eyes jumping to yours.

His face contorts into his signature pout as you continue to put on a show for him.

“What Cheol?”

“Fuck me, please, no more teasing.”

He scoops you to him then, not waiting for your response, sitting up so you’re working in his lap. Arms tangling around each other's bodies as you let go of your civility. Pounding into his lap, Seungcheol meets your thrusts slap for lewd slap.

Shakily your lips meet for haphazard kisses until you give up, fingers twisting in the hair on the back of his head and pulling hard so that he gasps.

“I’m close, I’m close, fuck I’m so close just a little more.”

Your body vibrates in effort to fight off your own orgasm, mouth finding his and hips twisting into sensual circles as you fight him for oral dominance. Losing when he ruts hard into you, repeating the motion until you stiffen against him as you're pussy clamps around his cock. You pull back to find him smirking at having sent you over first; again.

“Oh god,” you wail as you tip over, squirting around Seungcheol's impaling, falling back in his arms as your orgasm crests.

“So good jagi, you did so good,” he moans, hips rolling as he chases his orgasm.

His hand crawling up to grasp the back of your neck to gain new leverage and hold you tight into his thrusts. As you float above your bodies at the feeling being fucked into ecstasy as your orgasms stack.

His eyelids shuttering when he shoots his second load into your insides. Groaning and thrusting through his own orgasm, forever need that teeth tingling feel of overstimulation.

“Shit, jagi.”

You gasp, clenching at the sight of him, your hips stutter into working him through his climax until he hugs you to him. He pouts again, body hot to the touch as you send him over. His hands spasming where they clench your hips, your body clenches him dry, walls a tight vise around his pulsing length.

“Stop, stop,” he gasps as his body shakes, releasing a dry orgasm into you as you seat yourself firmly in his lap, thighs squeezing his sides.

Cunt fluttering around him as he throbs against your tight walls. You roll your hips and he lets out a groan, thighs shaking under your ass.

Seungcheol moans into your skin, lips collecting the sweat between your breasts.

“I'm afraid to pull out.”

“Could just go back to sleep like this, you feel so nice, so full-hngh,” you hum rubbing yourself against him.

Seungcheol groans, and his body trembles.

“We’re never getting out of bed today if you keep this up.”

You grin as he pulls your face to his for a kiss.

“Maybe that was my plan all along.”

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[sunaluv]

'IS SHE TAKEN?'

in which someone asks your man if you're single

feat: ran, gojo

RAN

the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.

ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.

"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"

your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.

as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.

"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"

"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."

wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.

he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."

the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.

"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."

others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.

if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"

your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.

'you and i both know he can't'

'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'

'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'

'you love it though'

eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.

"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.

catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.

whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.

GOJO

"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"

you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.

so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.

he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."

has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.

"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."

satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.

after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.

he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.

one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?

"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "who’s this?"

satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.

"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"

your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.

he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.

"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."

"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"

though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.

"you're such an ass, gojo."

"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"

[fbiartist]

"Good, good, good," Ziva tucked her head into their shoulder and took a deep breath. "I'm so tired, the world needs to stop spinning for like five minutes. Maybe ten."

Zora chuckles a little bit at Ziva's comment about them being a very high person. They just give her a gentle little squeeze in response to their statement.

"I'm not high right now.. but I do get what you mean. The sentiment is deeply appreciated, Ziva."

[delopsia]

Erm, I would actually would like you to elaborate on milking Rhett if you feel like it.

Hell yeah, I'll elaborate 👁️👁️ now that I think about it, I have a slight memory of where I was going with that thought 💃

Notes for prostate stimulation, milking, and, of course, cum play. Minors and folks who have an agenda against playing with Rhett Abbott's ass, this is your queue to exit.

It's a little something that first kicks off when you and Rhett go out for lunch and find yourselves (unwillingly) eavesdropping on the conversation happening at the table across from yours. A little group of rodeo guys rambling on and on about their wild escapades and the craziest things they've done in bed. You and Rhett tried to ignore it; you really did, but you wound up listening when the guy in the red flannel mentioned a threesome in a Jurassic park themed hotel room.

You and Rhett are quietly giggling and whispering to each other until red flannel starts rambling on about how a girl convinced him to try milking a few weeks back. When Rhett's smile first falls, you honestly don't think much about it, but then red flannel starts going into detail, and Rhett's ears are turning redder by the second. It's like watching a cartoon, the longer the conversation goes, the redder your boyfriend becomes.

Your foot darts out to smack against the side of Rhett's boot, audibly jostling the spur that he forgot to take off. "You're awful red all of a sudden," spoken innocent as can be, like you can't possibly fathom what has him so flustered.

"Nothin," he shakes his head, eyes darting back down to his cold fries. He knows it's a lie. You know it's a lie. He knows that you know it's a lie.

Alas, it's one of those things that you giggle about on the drive home but forget about by the time the day is over.

It comes up again a few months later when you're both lying in bed, unable to sleep, and chatting about anything that happens to come to mind.

"Do y' remember them rodeo hands from the diner in town?" Rhett croaks, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"The ones who wouldn't quit talking about drunk hookups? And something about..." Hell. What's the word you're looking for? "Milking?"

His silence betrays him. You can hear how hard he swallows at that.

It's too dark to see, but you already know that his ears have flushed a bright, ruby red. Flustered? Too shy or embarrassed to say it out loud? Maybe it's all of the above.

"What?" You can only do so much to suppress the teasing lilt that colors your voice. "Is that something you may be into?"

Radio silence.

The cricket lurking outside the bedroom window chirps. Once. Twice.

"I don't know."

And, well, there's only one way to find out.

Rhett's hard before you even get those tiny black boxers past his thighs, cock slapping against his belly with a wet little 'smack' that bounces around the room. Even without light, it's impossible to miss the thick sheen of precum that spills out of his tip, dripping like a faucet, running down your fingers when you take him into your hand.

He's already so worked up that you hardly need to worry about going slow, only giving him a few seconds to adjust before you start working your hand over him in earnest. Oh, and the way he jumps when you do, those pretty hips rising up off the bed, chasing your touch as if he hasn't felt it in years.

And you're just so quick about it. It's hardly been a few minutes, and he's already babbling about being close, whining low in his throat as you drag that first orgasm out of him.

"Wait, wait, wait, shit—hah!" Shaky hands reach down to paw at you, half-heartedly trying to push you away, but there's no real effort behind it. His thighs flutter, a stray knee knocking into your side as you keep working over his softening length, his own cum slickening the glide.

"Too much?" You ask, fighting back a smile; he's wiggling against the mattress, slowly scooting himself up toward the headboard, but he isn't getting away from you.

Rhett's head shakes, the faintest 'nuh-uh' falling out of him as he blindly reaches over to the bedside table, all but tossing the half-empty bottle of lube at you. He hardly has to tell you what he wants, his half-assed attempt at spreading his legs is enough.

"You already want my fingers?" Feigning shock, as if you're somehow scandalized that he could already want such a thing.

"Mhm," Rhett isn't paying attention, unfocused baby blues glued to the sight of you pouring the lube onto three of your fingers. Three. Always three.

Wordless, you reach down, dipping between those plush, pale thighs to brush your wet fingertips against his entrance. Such a simple touch, and yet you can feel him clench around nothing.

But there's still something you're looking for. "Talk to me, Rhett."

"Yes," blurting out of him in an instant. Hopelessly impatient. "I...I do."

A little shiver races through him the moment that first finger breaches him, mouth falling open to form a soft 'o' shape. There's really no need for distraction, but your unoccupied hand begins to lazily work his half-hard cock anyway.

Fuck he's wet. Precum beading at his tip, spilling over the moment you press a second finger inside. He's tight. Rhythmically fluttering around you, and there's no pleasure that you could possibly get from it, but heat sparks between your thighs anyway.

You're not looking for his prostate yet, but you know you've bumped into it when his legs flutter around you, trying and failing to close. That third finger can't join quickly enough, crooking upward to rub against what feels like a little ball of nerves that have him squealing.

"Fuck!" Rhett's cock jolts in your hand, his body suddenly a live wire beneath you. Squirming against the sheets. "I—oh shit, oh my god, right there, ah!"

Silence falls. His mouth hangs open, but nothing ever escapes. Those eyes roll, and then...

He's cumming again. A strangled gasp bolts out of him just as a short rope of cum spurts out of him, painting his belly before you can catch it. His hips are bucking now, just as strong as those bulls he rides, but he can't shake you loose. The tips of your fingers still spiral into his prostate, a target you can't let yourself lose, albeit moving slower the more he huffs and puffs.

"No, no, no, keep—" he doesn't have to finish that thought. You hardly need any encouragement, working your hand in tandem with the fingers shallowly thrusting into his ass.

But your thumb swipes over his tip.

And he jumps once more. Cock weakly spasming in your gasp, a short rope of cum covering your hand. You're not sure what set him off so fast, but you're keen to find out, hardly even trying to slow down this time.

"Rodeo." It's there, and it's gone in a second, hardly even a whisper, but you catch it.

One last second tap against his prostate is all it takes to draw one more orgasm out of him. Watery eyes roll back into his skull, body jolting as the smallest bit of watery cum all but drools out of him, hardly even enough to amount to anything.

"Shit," sucking in a breath, "shit, you just," gasp, "you just made me cum again." Shocked. Like he didn't even see that one coming. But that awestruck gaze melts into a giggle as quickly as it arrives, lazily reaching for you with shaky arms.

"What was that, three? Four?" You chirp as you climb up the side of the bed, winded despite hardly doing much work at all.

"Felt like..." the thought visibly evaporates from his head, thin lips floundering for a word that isn't there. He gives up, dropping his head onto the pillow. "I dunno. A lot more than that."

Rhett Abbott may have just been replaced with a giggling ball of putty because that's all he is now. Incapable of doing anything but lay against you and laugh every time he remembers what just happened.

You would think that wearing him out like this would have him hesitant to jump to the concepts of a second time, but he's babbling about it before you've even gotten him up and into a bath. Something about wanting to try it with restraints and that new stroking sleeve that you bought six months ago and have yet to take out of its packaging.

You're gonna have to buy more lube.

[littlejoyss]

𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 8

“One single thread of gold tied me to you.”

Stray Kids - Felix x Reader

Red (golden) string of fate trope

Word count: 23k

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 ← 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 → 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

(A/N: I'm back! Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you guys! Camp was super fun and I can't wait for the SKZ concert in four days. HYPED! Here is the next part you guys have been waiting for! <3 -Deedee)

Outside, the streets of Seoul were already shifting into motion, vendors setting up carts, stylists dragging rolling racks, staff unloading lighting gear. The city thrummed with purpose, and today, you were part of that rhythm.

At the venue, chaos reigned in the best way, models were weaving between dressing areas, makeup artists wielding brushes like weapons, and interns running errands on pure adrenaline.

“Finally,” Bora said, appearing beside you with a headset slung around her neck. “Hair and makeup just started. I moved your models up in the queue.”

“How’s Jiwoo?” you asked, scanning the room.

“Hovering,” Bora muttered. “Not saying much. Just watching.”

“Classic.”

As if summoned, Jiwoo appeared from behind you, arms crossed over a black designer coat, her eyes already scanning the seams of the gown you had hanging on the primary display rack. “You didn’t sleep,” she said instead of a greeting.

“Did you?” you asked, not missing a beat.

Her lips curved slightly. “Sleep is for people who don’t care enough.”

Your eyes didn’t waver. “Good. Then we’re both over-invested.”

A tense pause. Then, with a soft hum, Jiwoo handed you a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her coat. “Oh, and good luck telling anyone,” she said, the corner of her mouth curving upward in something between a smirk and a warning. “They won’t believe you on the day of the show.”

You stared at the paper in your hand.

“What the hell is this?” Bora asked, appearing at your shoulder like a summoned storm cloud. She narrowed her eyes at Jiwoo’s retreating figure. “What did she just give you?”

You didn’t answer, already unfolding it with shaking fingers.

Bora leaned in, her breath catching as she read over your shoulder.

To Whom It May Concern,

Please consider this a formal request to cancel and reroute the March 12–14 shipments of design materials under order #5449, #5451, and #5454.

The creative direction has shifted, and these materials are no longer needed. Immediate cancellation is authorized.

-Shin Jiwoo

Your throat closed around your breath. “Those are my original fabric orders,” you whispered. “The embroidered silks, the hand-dyed organza, everything from my first concept.”

Bora’s eyes blazed. “She signed it herself.”

You looked up, across the chaos of the venue, and found Jiwoo watching you from near the lighting rig, arms still crossed. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t hide. Her chin lifted slightly, almost as if she were daring you to make a scene.

“She sabotaged you,” Bora whispered-yelled. “She knew if you didn’t have those materials, you’d have to start over.”

“Felix was right!”

“Huh?”

“He guessed it was Jiwoo who sabotaged me!”

“Of course he did.”

You folded the note slowly, carefully, as if sealing a wound you weren’t ready to look at yet. “She’s not even trying to hide it anymore.”

“She doesn’t have to,” Bora muttered, grabbing the paper from your hands and sliding it into a zipped pouch on her clipboard. “She thinks she’s untouchable.”

You exhaled sharply, the chaos of the venue blurring around you for a second. Models strutted by in half-stitched looks, seamstresses dodged camera crews, and the air was thick with setting spray and adrenaline. Yet all you could hear was your own pulse.

“I could call the organizers,” Bora offered, already halfway pulling out her phone. “Show them the note, raise hell-”

“No,” you said quickly, grounding yourself. “Not now.”

Bora blinked at you.

“We don’t derail the show. We own it,” you said, steadying your voice. “She wants me to spiral before I even hit the runway. She wants me emotional, distracted.”

“Okay. So we wait.”

“Exactly. We wait. Let her watch as every model walks out wearing what she tried to erase.”

Bora’s grin was slow and dangerous. “Now that’s the designer I signed on to work for.”

Then, the announcer started talking over the loudspeaker.

Bora smiled. “The red carpet is starting,” she translated for you. “Are you ready to see your man?”

“Huh?”

Bora smirked like a cat who’d just spilled food on the floor (totally didn’t write that because my cat just did that). “Well, I guess someone didn’t check the guest list.” She tapped her headset. “Red carpet’s live, and guess who just stepped out of the van looking like he walked off the cover of Vogue Korea?”

Your stomach flipped.

Bora tugged you by the elbow toward the side monitors, where the camera feed displayed a wide shot of the carpet. Paparazzi flashes lit up like fireworks against the fading Seoul skyline. Stylists and idols made their way down the step-and-repeat in waves of silk, sequins, and swagger.

There they were. Stray Kids.

The camera shifted to a close-up just as they turned in unison, waves and smiles exploding toward the cameras. The crowd behind the barricades screamed.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Felix was toward the center, surrounded by the other members. His blonde hair was slicked back, revealing the earrings you’d helped him choose over a late-night video call. He wore a deep navy suit with subtle embroidery down the lapels, your embroidery. You hadn’t even known he kept that sample.

“Jesus,” Bora muttered. “Is that... one of your pieces?”

You nodded numbly.

Felix turned toward the cameras, flashing that heart-melting smile that lived rent-free in your chest. But just as the crowd’s roar peaked, he looked straight at the lens and winked.

Bora laughed. “Yeah. He knows exactly where the live feed’s going.”

“It’s a part of his job!”

“Or he knew you were watching.”

You couldn’t even argue with her. Because the way Felix held himself was different than the polished charm he showed in rehearsed interviews.

The feed cut to a wide shot again, panning slowly across the carpet as the announcer rattled off the guest list in sleek Korean. Stray Kids made their way down the line, pausing for photos and press, and then, just for a second, Felix turned away from the chaos, scanning the edge of the venue like he was looking for someone just beyond the frame.

Bora pushed you light, “You need to walk out there and kiss that man under a thousand flashbulbs.”

Your jaw dropped. “Bora! No! We already have had enough internet drama recently as it is! I’ll tell him he was right about Jiwoo once he gets off the carpet.”

Bora gave you a look that could only be described as theatrical disappointment. “Fine,” she said, drawing out the word like it physically pained her.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

You had Bora drag Felix backstage after he walked the carpet. Her fingers were latched around Felix’s wrist while he laughed and apologized to every staff member they breezed past. “VIP coming through, designer’s emotional-support soulmate, move!” she barked.

A stage manager pointed them toward an empty wardrobe alcove just off the main runway queue. Bora shoved Felix inside, turned on her heel, and winked at you. “Five minutes. Use them wisely.” Then she was gone in a flurry of clipboard and headset.

The curtain dropped back into place, cocooning you and Felix. He was still in the navy suit, the one kissed with your stitches. Up close, the silk caught the work lights, tracing every thread of your embroidery like constellations across his chest.

“You look-” Your voice snagged. “-ridiculous. Like I commissioned the night sky to show off for me.”

Felix’s smile was crooked. “Good. I dressed for an audience of one.” He glanced around the cramped space and then back to you, brows knitting in concern. “Bora said something about sabotage?”

You exhaled, pulling the folded note from your pocket. “You were right. Jiwoo canceled my original shipments. She handed me the proof herself, like a victory flag.”

Felix’s expression darkened as he scanned the signature. “I knew it.”

“I know.” Your shoulders slumped. “I should have believed you the first time. I just… I needed to think the worst wasn’t true.”

He folded the paper again, but didn’t give it back. “Who should I talk to about this?”

“She said it herself, no one would believe me if I said anything. They would think I tried to sabatoge her.”

“She said that because she assumed you would be the one saying something. Not a handsome idol who can make a public statement that can be heard by thousands.”

“What?”

“Let me talk to the people in charge. I’ll make them listen. You’ve worked so hard by yourself, let me help you.”

“I’m scared, Lix,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “If this gets out, if they really believe Jiwoo over me… it could ruin everything. My career, my reputation.”

He reached out, fingers brushing over the string between you two. “You’re stronger than you think. And you have people who believe in you. Like me.”

“Okay. Let’s do it your way.”

Felix grinned, that brilliant smile lighting up the cramped space again. “That’s my girl.”

The backstage curtain fluttered, signaling it was time. Bora peeked in, eyes sparkling. “You two lovebirds ready to own this?”

You smirked, standing straighter. “More than ready.”

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[tchtokyo]

I see alot of batfam being possessive over their bfs....but how abt the bfs being possessive over the bats??

The bats are popular both sides of their jobs. Heroes fawn over them, in galas they are the center of attention and that sometimes sparks a possessive tingle inside their respective partners.

QUEUE THE SCENARIOS

Superbat

Bruce was in his usual situation during galas like this - surrounded by many of the billionaires e millionaires that wanted a piece of attention from THE Bruce wayne.

Bruce had that charming smile, the lidded blue eyes and the slight messy hair, the perfect image of handsome playboy he meticulous preserved. This particular crowd had many handsome men - tall, good smile, well dressed- and beautiful women - elegant, good make up - and they were all around Bruce age or younger.

Clark was not liking this at all.

Usually, he wasn't the jealous possessive type. He trusted Bruce, both in and out of costume. He knew that the playboy persona was just a fake mask and a way to maintain his hero identity hidden. They have been together for a long time, friends even longer, so clark had a lot of trust in Bruce.

But this galas always makes clark uncomfortable because of how people interact with Bruce and he doesn't know how long will he be able to stay put and not do something stupid.

"Your face says everything" Yes Lois was with him because she's reporting on the gala. More like annoying clark but who cares.

"I don't know what you talking abt."

"You are reeking with jealousy"

Clark looks at her and gives up, bc he can't hide shit from her "Yeah Lois, he's surrounded by handsome, rich people, of course I'm jealous"

"Okay then why don't you go there and go get your man? Everyone knows you two are dating, so just go there and snatch him"

He was abt to protest when she just ruffled his hair even more, letting the curls drop and open the button of his cream colored shirt and told him to take off the jacket.

"Why?!"

"You wanna go seduce Bruce with a checkered jacket?? Jesus, we don't need your Smallville boyscout we need clark who wants to fuck bruce"

Jesus Lois could be so crude sometimes, and clark was from Kansas. But she was right. Clark looked over to the crowd and saw one man - one that had been inching over to bruce little by little - putting a hand on Bruce's arm and letting it drop to the side of Bruce's waist.

Nah, fuck it. Clark was pulling out his Kansas farm boy. No one touches Bruce like that.

As he made his way over, Clark open another button of his shirt, pulled his curls even more over his face and let his glasses slide just a bit to rest on the bridge of his nose.

Clark slides behind Bruce, arm snakes around his waist, pulls him away from the man into his chest and smirks at his surprised face.

"Hey, darling!" Clark's rolls his tongue the way Bruce likes, letting some of the accent slip just to hit home faster.

Bruce blinks once, twice, loss from words and trying his best to not melt on the spot "h-hey, clark"

Clark pouts a bit, tilting his head and pulling the puppy eyes "I was over there all alone while you were here talking with all this people, I missed you sweetheart"

"O-oh" Bruce clears his throat "I'm sorry clark, I didn't mean to leave you alone"

"It's okay, you know, but I think it's time to give me some attention. Well, if you excuse us, I'm gonna take him away for a bit" clark leans forward and whispers semi loud for those close by to hear "I gotta make sure you know who owns you." And smiles, all sweet and charming, pulling a stunned and red face Bruce from the crowd.

"Clark-"

"Shut up. We gonna go to your bedroom, you gonna strip and I'm gonna fuck you until I feel like stopping." He looks at Bruce all serious "and you know have stamina for it"

Bruce just nods, dumb and horny and not caring for anything else.

Birdflash | jayroy | timkon | jondami

(If there's any other bat ship I should held, just say!!)

[fbiartist]

Ziva was trained to see through lies, even good ones. Even well practiced ones. Even ones that people told themselves on a regular basis. Though if they really believed in it, was it really a lie? That was an on going debate. "I don't know enough about your species to tell you if you're wrong or not, but you're welcome to rest here for a little while. Even if you don't sleep."

"The only rules here are don't wear your shoes in here, they stay near the door. Be nice to Taco, he's my cat. He doesn't like men." There is a resounding loud and scratchy meow from somewhere in the townhouse to sound off that his name has been said from somewhere. "And don't mix up my cutlery. I need to keep my dairy and meat stuff separated."

"If you wanna take a shower or any of that, you're welcome to it." There's a glance down to where she had finished pulling out the splinters of the stake and the stake itself. She looked like she was healing up, but there was still dried blood on her skin.

@fbiartist continued

Kindness is not something Katherine gets often and it's certainly never come without a price. She just hasn't figured out what Ziva's is....

Low key she threatens Katherine. She's not compellable, and she knows what she is. She could make Katherine have to run with a single conversation. She could put everyone at her fancy little work place on the alert to the reality of the super natural.... so why hasn't she?

All of these thoughts cross her mind as she narrows her eyes at the woman in front of her, offering her a bed for some rest.

"I'm fine." Her most told lie, a well practiced line. "Days without sleep is normal for me. You're the one it bothers." Defensive, but not aggressive. The best you can get out of Katherine before you crack her fortress.

Ziva wouldn't even be this far with Katherine if she hadn't spent two hours with her little set up tweezering the wood out of Katherine's chest. She is nothing if not thorough Katherine has to give her that....

[obliviouskara]

i cant stop thinking about the idea of supercorp being casual friends eventually turned lovers. but they linger on being friends for too long. long enough that alex can't stop rolling her eyes whenever she sees how they both act nothing like "just friends" and probably everything more but they both insist that they're friends. "best of friend" as kara likes to consistently point out that while lena makes a strained smile on her face almost to a point where she looks like she's in actual pain. this makes everyone in the room groan internally because anyone with a clear set of eyes could see that they were anything but. that they should probably be more than just.

everyone but them.

but the reality of the matter is that they really are just friends. friends that have lunch dates together, friends that go out so often that everyone thinks they've been dating for so long. friends that brighten each others day and go out of their way to make sure to console the other whenever they're having a bad one. they're friends that would reek havoc across the entire universe when the other isn't safe. they're friends that are willing to drop everything - sacrifice everything even to the point of their own well being for the safety of the other. friends that would search heaven and hell and literally flip the world upside down if the other went missing or was in danger. they're friends that linger on each other's apartment too long too late, to where they both end up sleeping at each other's apartment even though both their apartments are a few meters away. arguably walking distance at best. friends that have their toothbrush and spare clothes at each other's apartment just because. friends that send ridiculous amount of pictures of each other for friends that also spend almost every waking moment together and still send "i miss you" messages after being apart for more than a day. friends. that's what they've always been even though they've probably had the most dramatic (alex's words) emotional (kelly's words) sapphic (sam's words) friendship break up in the century which for the sake of their friendship will no longer be discussed because they're fine and they're okay. they're back where they used to be.

but maybe, just maybe they were never really just friend. maybe one of them (preferably the alien one) has not fully grasp yet the social queue does not fully know the difference between being someone's friend and falling madly and deeply for someone. while the other is too broken, too scared, too fragile to think of the possibility that they could be more than just friends. friends is safe. friends is what she deserves. there is no way someone like her friend kara would ever fall for someone like lena.

ahhh what a beautiful & painful mess they are.

[rwshfordgirl]

I saw that your requests are open. Could you please write a story of Pedri and tennis reader? Maybe they had crush on each other from face away and during the Olympics they meet each other and start low-key going out and end up hard launching their relationship when both of them win the gold medails (It would be great bonus of the reader is Spanish as well)

Olympics

all the images were taken from pinterest.

pairing: pedri x tennis player! reader

a/n: i swore he had participated in the olympics last year, i didn't remember seeing him during euro hahaha by the way i miss the olympics so much!!! I LOVE the Olympics, i remember when my city hosted it. i had to make a small change in the plot, i hope you don't mind and i apologize for the delay, thanks for the request, i'm loving writing fics for him <3 hope you like it.

import warning: i have the feeling that i've already seen a fic involving pedri and a tennis player, i could be wrong because i looked and didn't find it. i don't know if it's a similar story to mine, but in any case if the author of the fic sees this post and feels uncomfortable, she/him can talk to me, i can modify or remove it.

JULY, 2021

Three days after your arrival at the Olympic village, you finally discovered the quietest times for each meal of the day. Even if this involves limited food availability, having peace during meals is essential.

It's 8:30 p.m., the restaurant is really empty, there's you and a few other athletes from nations you can't identify. The members of your coaching staff eat dinner earlier than you, they prefer the commotion and your fitness coach has already warned you that it's best for you to have dinner and go to bed early.

In the village restaurant, there are areas with some typical foods from each country and you promised yourself that you would go through each one, trying everything as if you were on a trip around the world. But today you miss home, you needed something that reminded you of Barcelona.

You made your way towards the Spanish space, the only place with a line at that time, apparently the men's football team was also hungry for Spanish food.

The boys play, laugh and talk loudly in the queue, nothing that bothers you, since all you can think about is what you are going to order to eat. "Escalivada perhaps."

"Lo siento." The male voice of the boy in front of you returned you to reality, he had accidentally stepped on the tip of your foot and turned to apologize.

Your eyes passed over the man, someone you had known from afar, Pedri, he studied with your cousin during high school and his face was always spread throughout Barcelona in the advertisements of the team he played for. An unforgettable face.

Pedri also feels unable to forget your face, when he saw it was you, he promptly remembered the occasions when he met you. He liked it when your cousin organized parties and invited you.

"Hi." You said almost in a whisper, but with a slight smile on your face.

"Hi." He said in the same way you did.

But that was it, the Spanish national team's top brass called him for something. They said goodbye with a subtle wave.

That same night, when you were already at your accommodation, a notification made your cell phone vibrate. It was a notification from Instagram.

"Pedri started following you."

You smiled and promptly followed him back. The beginning of something.

JULY,2024

Tokyo was your first Olympics, and it will always be the most special of all. Besides being your first, it was thanks to the sporting event that you reconnected with Pedri.

Three years ago, right after the Spanish player started following you, things changed. You now attend Barcelona games, Pedri watches your tennis matches. Everything you didn't know you needed.

The results of the Tokyo Olympics were not the best, you left there in fourth place and Pedri won a silver medal after a final against Brazil.

You wanted, you really wanted to leave Paris with any medal. Pedri said, "Don't be too hard on yourself, my love, everything will be fine." Every time I saw you training hard for the upcoming Olympics.

But the combination of Pedri + hard training worked, today you can say that you will return to Barcelona with a medal in your hands. You reached the women's tennis final.

"Cariño, everything has already worked out. I'm rooting for you so much."

Pedri's message made your eyes water, he can't come to see you, he's in training with the national team. Pedri will also return home with a medal around his neck, the men's football team was in the final.

And you promised, if you both left Paris with medals, the rest of the world would know you were together. Something people suspected, photos of you two leaving markets together and walking through the streets of Barcelona, likes and comments on photos. People just didn't have confirmation.

But now they will, after an electrifying match against a Chinese athlete, you are a gold medalist. No words to describe it. You went from fourth place in Tokyo to the gold medal in Paris.

"I knew you could do it." Pedri's voice was muffled on the phone.

He was crying along with you on the video call.

The rest of his team were shouting your name from the back and congratulating you.

"Tomorrow is your turn."

And it really was, Spain won two golds in a row in less than 24 hours. A game as electrifying as theirs, but decided in extra time, as France was also desperate to win the gold at home.

"We are both medalists."

You said in Pedri's ear right after he spun you around on the field.

"Golden couple."

He said after giving you a little kiss.

"We're going to have to take a picture biting the medal."

"As you wish."

"You know that when we have our first child, we have to call her Olimpia." He joked.

"No way, let's leave that idea aside."

"Oh come on, it's a name that represents us."

"Pedri, I'll get that idea out of your head very soon." You smiled "Come on, let's take the pictures."

[adarafaelbarba]

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”

With barba? Slight age gap, he keeps canceling dates and she’s mad that Carmen had to tell her and not him

A/N: Rafael is 48 in this one (it's right before he leaves for Iowa) and reader is 33 😊 Warnings: Smut, minors DNI! Some arguing in the beginning, looks like they won't make up, but spicy in the second half, Rafael using his skills to win her back.

You were beyond pissed at Rafael. Of course, you'd expected there might be some hiccups early on in the relationship, you were both busy people, and some nights might be harder to plan dates on than others.

But this was the fifth time this month that something had come up, and he'd have to cancel. Worse still was the fact that he'd gotten his assistant, Carmen, to call you about it.

On a normal day, you and Carmen got on like a charm, but you could hear in her voice when she called you, that she did not want to make this call.

So when Rafael finally showed up at your place, at 11pm, you nearly slammed the door in his face.

"Amor! Please! I'm sorry okay, something came up with the case last minute and I couldn't just leave it!" He tried, but you couldn't even look at him.

"Always something to do with work. I understand you have a demanding job, Rafael, but so do I, and I still make time for you. You couldn't just have asked one of the 25 paralegals working under the SVU department at One Hogan Place to fix it for you?"

"It's not that easy, this case is too delicate--"

"If they don't get to try the hard cases, how will they learn?! I asked for time off, you could've done the same!" You didn't want to yell at him, but this might be the last straw.

"Please, let me make it up to you, amor--"

"I don't know if you can."

He shot forward and grabbed your hand, pulling at it until you looked at him. "This can't be it--amor, please give me another chance!"

You bit your lip, looking at him, he looked like he was about to cry, a weakness of yours when it came to him, "Rafael--"

"Please, amor, I'll do anything--."

You shook your head, needing time.

---

Three months after you last saw Rafael, you were at the Manhattan SVU, covering a shift for Sonny who had to call in sick, something that honestly never happened.

Upon entering, you spotted the last person you wanted to see, standing in Liv's office. The two looked so homey, it stirred something inside you that you didn't like.

Sitting down at Sonny's desk, you tried your best to ignore the feeling, and going about the case you were working instead, when suddenly there was a tap at your shoulder. You looked up to see Amanda nudging you.

"Barba is looking at you, what gives?"

You flushed slightly. "It's complicated," you murmured, not wanting anyone else to hear, least of all, Rafael.

"Wait?! You two?!" Amanda exclaimed, making you want the earth to eat you up whole. "Aren't you like 15 years younger than him?!"

"Is that any of your concern, detective Rollins?" Rafael's voice sounded stern, like an angry school teacher, stirring something completely different from earlier inside you.

Amanda managed to get an "I'm sorry out" before she sat back down to work on her own stuff.

"Can we talk, y/n?" Rafael was right in front of you now.

"What's there to talk about--." But you got up regardless, not wanting to have an audience as you broke down.

The two of you made your way to the on-call room, no one would be using it for the next hour, so he could try and explain himself in peace for now.

Once the door was closed, he trapped you between it and his body, looking down at you. "Sit on my face, amor, and I'll show you how much I've missed you." he whispered, then you heard the lock clicking behind you.

"We're at work--"

"I can be quiet, can you?"

As if on queue, you let out a whimper. "we shouldn't--"

He dipped his head, his nose brushing against your cheek, his breath hot on your skin. "Let me show you how much I've missed you", he repeated.

It felt like your legs were turning into jelly, and you leant up to finally kiss him. The kiss turning desperate as you made out. Rafael taking the opportunity to grab your waist and walk you to the bed.

"Strip for me." He was as demanding now as he was in court, which honestly turned you on more than you wanted to admit.

Doing as you were told, you stripped for Rafael while he laid down on the bed, getting ready for you.

"Now be a good girl and sit on my face, but keep quiet, won't want the others to hear you."

You nodded, straddling his head. As soon as you did, he pulled you down onto him, beginning the onslaughter on your pussy. A small yelp coming from you, but you were quick to clamp a hand over your mouth. Your eyes rolling back at how good he made you feel.

It would take no effort at all from him to get you to the edge, and he knew that, which made him so much more lethal when he gave you pleasure.

And sure enough, you soon found yourself on the edge of your release, on of your hands going into his hair, holding him there while he helped you through the best orgasm you'd ever had.

Getting off him, he had the biggest grin on his face, and you wanted to stay mad, but in that moment, you only felt love for him.

He got up after you, pulling you in for a heated kiss as he rubbed your heated body up and down. "I'll never betray you again, amor, please give me another chance."

You nodded at that, "one more chance, no more." Which he agreed to, helping you get redressed.

~~~

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[fbiartist]

"You act like you're the only one who needs a babysitter right now." She snorted, her stare not lifting from the jigsaw, gingerly lifting the pieces she had put together outside it's borders with both hands. Cradling them between her interlinked fingers. "Consider this a mutually beneficial thing here."

It wasn't about fragility, it was about friendship. Ziva didn't know how to explain to Maeve that worry was a symptom of love. That wanting to take care of eachother wasn't a bad thing. And that her sitting with her and doing a little puzzle slowed her mind down just a little. Enough for her to not want to go after the unsub that hurt Maeve that badly.

At the moment, it didn't matter that he was in custody. That he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. All that mattered was that he needed to hurt as much as he hurt Maeve. That he needed to be held by his toes over the brink of death. He needed that fear put into his bones. She needed evidence of that before she was satisfied. But she knew that the team wouldn't let her get away with it.

"Besides, are you really gonna take the privilege of me looking at my super pretty friend?" Cue her pouting.

[ JIGSAW ]:     sender and receiver do jigsaw puzzles together. from @fbiartist

maeve is far from naive, and far from blind. she knows full well when someone is on babysitting duty: how many times has it been her? a walking, talking distraction - doing what's needed to keep one of the team from losing their mind. none of them are the kinds of people who function well doing nothing, resting when they feel they should be busy. the case is over but still she's covered in bandages and aches, the aftermath of coming too close for comfort to them needing to find a replacement. 

they're all worried. she should be offended, should be concerned they see her as something fragile. but maybe that's just how she was raised: maybe she's just blind to being cared for. so fingers gently twist jigsaw piece, twirling it before it's placed between between sibling pieces, "you don't need to keep watching me, you know. I'm okay. the case is over, there's nothing stupid for me to do."