#[actively hiding face with hands] “please. Do Not Look.” (<- embarrassed)

[roboyomo]

anyways. As a palette cleanser.

yk. since sanguis vitae is the characters' replacement for blood and insides. And how it tries to mask its color with the color of actual blood. But fails to do so. And when you blush the blood rushes to your face.

all i'm saying is that since kenix's sanguis vitae is more of a orange-ish color (maybe even golden), his flustered face would be a Fun color

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day four

daniel riccicardo - cockwarming

cw: smut/pwp, cockwarming, size difference/kink, secret sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, daniel is horny (and needy), restaurant sex

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

you knew daniel could seduce a habit off a nun. he was an inferno that buried deep into someone and made them hot all over. you were no exception. your beloved danny had a mean streak in his, at least sexually. as much as you tried to push back on the insatiable lust he carried in him, sometimes the allure of the driver was too much.

you were confident that this dinner together would go swimmingly. one date before you spent the entire summer in your apartment feeding into daniel's sexual desires. after weeks apart, he hungered for you. therefore, you were proud that you managed to hold him off to have one nice dinner together.

so why were your panties in your boyfriend's pocket?

the place was quiet on a tuesday evening, the moon hung large in the sky and the food was delicious. but the food tasted dull on daniel's tongue, he yearned for something more. the weight of your cotton panties in his pocket was heavier than the wallet next to it. when he went to wash his hands before dinner, he took them out and gave them a good sniff.

call him perverted, but being exhausted from the intensity of racing left him little time to sate his other urges. he was running on empty by the time the season break occurred. so call him a little antsy for some affection from his beautiful girlfriend of almost three years.

you were mostly alone, you had the privacy to let daniel's eyes wander across your form. the softness of your face, how your curves looked into the dress you wore. he wondered if he could take you apart over the table and no one would notice. or care enough to say anything. he had that kind of buying power.

but he knew you'd die of embarrassment. it was bad enough he had to forgo your panties for the evening. but something crossed his mind that would make both of you happy.

"babe." he said as he propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin across his interlocked fingers, "come here. i missed you too much, you feel so far away."

you looked up from your meal and raised your eyebrows, 'danny."

he pouted a little, showing those big brown eyes that seemed to touch the depths of your soul. you sighed before you got up, you went to his side of the table and held his face for a moment before he got you down on his lap. you could feel his erection straining against his slacks.

"danny, if we need to. we can do it in the car."

"it'll take too long. your dress should cover any activities we do here. just warm it up a little. get familiar again." he kissed at your neck before he fed you a piece of his meal, "please."

you got off of daniel's lap for a moment and thanks to the privacy of where you were seated, he was able to get his cock out of his slacks and with a little work you got yourself onto it. you clutched onto the side of the table as you felt the stretch. maybe you two were a little less familiar than when he left.

the skirt of your dress has enough volume to cover both of your laps, hiding your activities of the evening. you rested against him, while his cock remained pressed against the softest parts of you.

"this feels insane." you said softly, but daniel silenced you with a kiss on the lips. his hand in your hair for a moment. he tasted like the expensive cut of meat he was having for dinner. it tasted good, but you knew he'd forgo food for a month if it meant keeping his dick in you.

"don't worry, babe." he said as he kissed your nose, "just don't be too loud." he remarked as he held your face for a moment, "we'll share my dinner tonight."

it was hard to ignore the growing of warmth in your middle. daniel ricciardo's cock was inside of you at an expensive restaurant. you were enjoying food, wine and the familiar girth of your lover's cock in your slick pussy.

so much could go horribly wrong, but the way his cock nudged against your sweet spot made you almost choke on your wine. you covered your mouth with your elbow as you swallowed the tart liquid. the coughs that went through you caused your pussy to clench which made daniel hold your hip tightly.

"careful, beautiful." he said as he kissed your shoulder, "don't want to get me too excited." then leaned over you to cut another piece of his food. he slowly fed it to you and kept his gaze on you.

most would assume this was some lavish display of public affection. not daniel's need to feel as close to you as he could get. you could feel the heat rise in your body as you rocked your hips a little. his cock was snug in your, but it felt right.

you ate and after you swallowed, he brought you in for a kiss. everything felt over-saturated as you mind tried to focus on everything at once. the lust, the food, the setting. it was a lot.

but you snapped back in reality when you heard someone's voice nearby. you looked over and saw the poor waiter by the table.

"how is everything?"

daniel leaned back in his seat a little, not enough to show what he was doing under your skirt. he smiled, "everything is lovely. thank you so much. actually, if you can, may we get some more wine?" his smiled was confident, like all seven inches of him weren't shoved inside your poor pussy.

the waiter nodded, "of course. i have to ask, is the chair you were seated in okay, ma'am?" he turned his attention to you.

you blinked for a moment, feeling the gaze of the waiter and your boyfriend on you. you swallowed, it was sink or swim. play it cool or have your face in the headlines. you took your lover's hand and held it close to your chest, daniel could feel your rapid heartbeat, "of course! i just really missed my boyfriend so i thought his lap was better option tonight." you gave your own smile, hiding that your core was shaking.

daniel looked at the waiter once more, "we promise everything is perfect." he laughed, "thank you though." then watched the waiter nod and walk off to get you some more wine. when he was far enough away, daniel held onto your hips and rutted up a little further in your sweet pussy. it almost made you choke on your drink once more.

daniel pressed his chest against your back, he curved over you like a shadow, "amazing acting, beautiful. if i didn't feel your heartbeat, i would've called it a convincing performance." he took the napkin and pressed it at the corner of your lips, "next time i'll order you some white wine. this is the second time you've choked, babe. don't want to ruin this pretty dress. it hides everything."

"shut up." you groaned a little bit, but composed yourself when the waiter came back with two glasses of wine. you thanked the man before he walked away and did your best to keep yourself composed.

daniel was feeling good, he knew he wasn't going to last long. and while he couldn't make you finish as well. but he'd make it when you got home, he'd happily lay you out for hours and devour your sweet pussy. he shifted his hips a little bit to get that rush through his body. he continued to feed you his meal, your meal grew cold. but daniel was more than happy to share.

"you're so beautiful." he said, "i can tell you're all flustered. poor thing." he chuckled low in your ear. he feed you some of the vegetables and kissed your chin where a bit of the sauce from the vegetables ended up. tasted better on your skin.

he moved against you a little more, small shifts of his hips allowed for him to get a little more friction against you. you felt like a dream, to daniel it was heaven. he buried his face into the back of your shoulder as the fork in his hand trembled. he came inside of your pretty cunt.

he shuddered and deeply exhaled. it took all the focus in him not to moan. he kissed an exposed part of your arm and muttered, "i love you. oh fuck, i love you."

you craned your neck to look back at him and were met with a kiss. heat was high in your face and you fanned yourself with daniel's napkin before you slowly got up on shaky legs.

when your dress exposed his wet cock to the evening air, he was quick to put it back in his slacks. he adjusted himself and leaned forward in his chair once more. his hands were still shaky as he picked up the wine glass and took a careful sip.

you knew that this was only act one of tonight's sexual adventures. you hoped that the rest of the even was less public. the last thing you needed was your face on the front page tomorrow. daniel reached out for you and held your hand across the table.

"i have to say." he said, "next time i wonder how well your pussy would pair with this wine." he chuckled and held the glass up with his other hand.

you could've thrown your napkin at him. daniel ricciardo, your loving boyfriend, could be an insatiable sexual hound sometimes. <3

[qmrzi]

JEALOUSY ; LEE JIHOON.

PAIRING; lee jihoon x gn!reader.

GENRE; fluff, angst?? Idk lol.

WARNS; none.

ABOUT; jihoon hardly gets jealous, but this time?? Nobody knows what got into him.

WORD COUNT; 550

A/N; man i should be active more

Why is Jihoon feeling jealous now? You are only helping Mingyu with dinner— it's hard to prepare food for 14 people, including himself, on his own, right?

But the thing is, since the two of you arrived at Mingyu and Wonwoo’s place, all you have done was help Mingyu with chores around the house, talk with Chan and Soonyoung, gossip with Seungkwan— basically everything but recognize your boyfriend.

Sure, he's happy at how close you're with his friends. When y'all first dated—he was about to lose his shit when he realized you might not get along, and that's his worst fear—

But please!! He's craving your attention!! Notice him!! Good thing he's great with hiding his expression yet horrible at controlling his hand when he's feeling jealous or clingy.

First, he never left your hand under the table, leading you to eat with the hand you don't eat with— you're tired of asking him to leave your hand to eat and him holding it again after one bite.

Second, when you're standing near him, he's always slightly grabbing the hem of your clothes, hoping you'll stop talking to the person in front of you and give him your attention.

And lastly, the third, also the most important point, he's pouting hard.

You both entered your shared apartment after spending the whole day at Mingyu and Wonwoo’s apartment. It was dead silence all the way to your room.

You dropped your things on the bedside table, turning your head to face Jihoon, who's now crossing his arms, leaning against the door frame, and pouting.

“ji, what's wrong?" You asked curiously, he's always the first one to get home and change his outside clothes quickly to more comfortable clothes. But why is he standing there staring at your soul?

“Do you have a boyfriend?" You're dumbfounded by his question.

"Yes..? What are you saying?" You can't read the look on his face; why is he acting so weird all of a sudden?

“Really?" he scoffed. “But I don't remember you giving him any attention earlier, even though he was standing right next to you all the time, desperate for your attention.”

You finally understood his weird behavior, he is jealous.

“Ji, are you jealous?" You smirked. You got closer to his figure— that is still leaning against the door—

“Yes, I am jealous. So what?” He confessed. His cheeks became red from his embarrassment by admitting it without any hesitation, but still, he stood his ground.

Your smirk got wider, almost becoming a genuine smile. You did nothing and said nothing, you only opened your arms.

‘come here’ your action said.

He tried so hard to act nonchalant, trying to look like he was seriously mad, but looking at you smiling, arms wide open for him, he couldn't resist anymore.

jihoon inserted himself between your arms, wrapping his arms tightly around you like you'd leave him.

“I'm sorry for not giving you any attention,” you apologized, kissing his temple. "Let's wash up and I'll give you all of my attention.”

You won't be lying when you say you've never seen him sprinting this fast around his room to get his clothes and head to the bathroom

You rarely see him jealous— but when you do, you swear he's the cutest thing ever.

Belongs to @qmrzi , DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND CREDIT.

[enoe-of-noen]

An Mc who is warm

It’s cold down in the Devildom, why wouldn’t those closest to Mc use them as their very own portable heater?

☞ Established relationships, lots of words

Lucifer

Taking full advantage.

Steals Mc away on certain exhausting nights when the breeze is harsh. The scratching of branches raking the glass.

Loves to have you on his lap for maximum warmth.

Maybe, after he’s done with this pile, can you join him in bed?

Please take the offer. He won’t ask twice, but he really needs it.

When Mc finally agrees, after a bit of teasing, they’ll gladly snuggle in the eldest’s arms.

During the day, Lucifer makes it a point to have his hand on Mc whenever they see each other.

Whether it’s a holding theirs for a kiss, a hand on their shoulder, a hand in their hair, a hand on their cheek, etc.

Since he wears gloves, he finds it most effective to hug them briefly before leaving them to their activities.

Mammon

He’s grabsy

“My human!”

“Yoink!”

Mc is always stolen away by him at any. Given. Moment.

They’re never safe from his grasp.

Never.

Mammon’s hands are all over Mc!

In their hair, under their shirt massaging their back, on their cheeks, on their thighs, on their hips, whatever he feels like

He loves hugging Mc from behind

“Mmn, warm, warm for me.” He cooes

“Mams. I have to go.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Fym nuh uh?!”

Mc will not be leaving his grasp any time soon~

Leviathan

Wow! Humans are really warm!

“Mc, Mc! I hope this isn’t too much to ask but, can you…sit here, while I game tonight?”

Levi pointed at his lap, blushing furiously.

This is embarrassing, isn’t it?

Is it too much?

Is it too weird?!

He won’t worry too long though, it is pretty chilly tonight and Mc is down to cuddle <3

Loves feeling their hands on his cheeks, squeeze them a bit if you wanna~

Hisses softly whenever he feels their warm hands, always accompanied by a cute smile

Hides his face under Mc’s chin, having easy access to their collarbone

Prefers Mc touching him rather than him touching them most days

Lets him know he’s loved and that Mc wants to be there for him

In public, he’ll always be holding their hand

Satan

Kisses their palm whenever they go to touch his cheeks.

Feel free to use him as a chair, he absolutely loves the warmth and attention.

Pets Mc like a cat, playing with their hair.

“Just a second longer, dear,” he hums.

“You said that 30 minutes ago,” Mc grumbles, feeling stiff.

Satan laughs whenever you complain.

Doesn’t stop his arms snaking their way around your waist though.

“Good book, at least?” Mc looks at the book in Satan’s free hand.

“Very much so.” He grins.

Otherwise around in the Devildom, Satan always lends a hand for Mc to hold.

His hands get chilly easily~

Asmodeus

Y’all already know~

All over you, all the time!

I mean, who wouldn’t be down here?~

Your hands are easiest to access of course.

You have such nice hands to hold, hon~ <3

Loves it <33

Surprise hugs! Tight ones, might I add.

Humans sure are cuddly, I love it!!~

No moment together is spent apart by any means.

Hands, hair, hips, arms, cheek-to-cheek even!

You’ll never feel alone with Asmo around, that’s for sure!

Definitely gives Mammon a run for his money

Beelzebub

Best hugger around totally not biased

Loves when Mc is able to face him, that way he can feel their breath

A little reminder they’re alive

Besides, gives him easy kissing access which is also warm in temperature

Always at Mc’s side; they radiate heat in the cold, dark Devildom

Loves resting his hand on their stomach, it’s the second warmest part of their body!

Whenever they’re sitting on the couch, Beel makes it a point to get between Mc’s thighs

It is so incredibly warm

He doesn’t care that he gets stares, it’s too comfy not to do

Belphegor

His naps have transcended

He is blessed to have Mc down in the Devildom with him

Uses you more like a weighted blanket sometimes

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles

Always slumps over Mc’s shoulder in public or when he’s too sleepy

Instant smile on his face, even if for a split second

“Belphie?”

“You’re warm.”

“…fine.”

Free head pats for being cute! That’s a win for Belphie!

His hands often travel

Maybe too much

This devious little shit

Diavolo

“Dearest Mc!”

Makes it a habit to ruffle your hair whenever he passes by.

You emit so much heat that he can feel it just by petting your scalp.

Humans are fascinating!

Whenever Mc gets to stay over at the castle, he adores resting his head on their lap.

Mc admits the slight bedhead he gets from it is adorable.

Big arms give big hugs!

Get hugged at the most unexpected moment, Mc! Hahaha!

Always catches Mc off guard (unlike with the brothers)

Barbatos

Busy man, unfortunately. Not many opportunities for him to appreciate your warmth.

However, when he does, his hands travel.

Skillfully removing his gloves desperately.

Your skin is soft under his.

“How about a massage, Mc?” He’ll offer.

Easiest way of feeling your warmth without too much creepiness.

Such a calming atmosphere.

How can one resist the temptation?

Simeon

It was difficult moving from the Celestial realm to the Devildom at first.

Until, of course, he met Mc.

Gloves on, gloves off, doesn’t matter.

Holds hands, hands in hair, hands on shoulder.

Seems to instinctively lean on Mc.

Mc found it weird but more endearing the closer they got.

Touches go both ways, Simeon giving way more access.

Surprisingly, having come somewhat recently from the Celestial realm, Mc also feels warm back.

A win-win situation!

Solomon

A little sappy to admit, but your warmth makes him feel so…human.

Reminds him of times he’d relax, longing for human interaction.

He’d gone so long without it, forgetting he was one himself.

Tears up when the thoughts get him late at night.

He’ll always have an arm wrapped around either your shoulder or waist.

Please keep close.

You give him so much just by being warm, his heart pounds.

No matter if his facade of being the all powerful wizard crumbles slightly, he’ll be human with you.

He is human with you.

Luke

Luke is clinging onto you everywhere!

Like a cute little koala

Holding onto your leg (if you’re tall enough)

Loves being carried by you (if you can), gets to snuggle real close

Holds your hand like a child being led by their parent

Reminds him of the warmth in the Celestial realm

Easily got close with you, no questions asked

Just a little bundle of joy!

Raphael

Despite not being seen around together often, Raphael makes an effort to offer his touch.

Being quite new and unfamiliar with the Devildom, he’s also unfamiliar with its coldness.

“Hello, Mc. I know this is an odd request, but may I hold your hand?”

If he absolutely needs it, he doesn’t see the problem with calling upon his heavenly spears.

Watch yourself, Mc.

Mephistopheles

Ah, Mc.

Whenever he sees you around, he enjoys the heat you radiate.

Oh, come closer. The students here are quite dangerous.

That’s a ploy.

He just wants contact. You’re very warm, you know?

Thirteen

Flamboyantly steals you away, as any great trickster would!

Never a quiet moment with her, whether it be her inventions or her rambles, you’ll love it

If not, she can take a hint

Touch, touch, touch! Blush, blush, blush! You are now her big fat crush!

Be honored, human, hahaha!

Can’t believe humans could be so warm!

A treasure to hold and keep!

Mine!

Often has to fight for it

Which is totally worth it when she wins

Don’t know the last three well, so yeah. Hope you enjoy. This took way longer than it should’ve.

[ttsukiimi]

˗ˏˋDOUBLE STUFFED ! ´ˎ˗

୨୧⋆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ Irritating neighbors are never a good thing. Then how come having both of them inside you feels so good?

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x reader x geto, smut (mdni), 3some, unprotected sx, doggy, oral (male receiving), multiple 0rgasms, slight dumbification, slight f!ngering, slight slapping, slight mean!satoru, both at once, fac!al, overstim, reader referred to as (princess, baby)

୨୧ ⋆ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯  the pain I went thru to post this…

As a tired college student, a fair number of things annoyed you. Loud children and their negligent parents, unpleasant people, your English professor who seemed to give out a ton of homework each day. But nothing compared to how irritated you were by your neighbors.

Satoru and Suguru.

While most girls would kill to be within ten feet of their presence, let alone live by them, what they didn't know were how loud and uncaring they could be. And that included the way they brought a different girl to their apartment each day dressed in skimpy shorts and a tight crop top—they seemed to have a type.

Though, the real anger within you only began to boil as they went on with their daily cycle. You always found yourself wondering if it was really that good to have them screaming and moaning in such a way that you could hear them clearly from your room.

Not that you ever wanted to find out, of course.

And today was no different. You could hear the banging of the headboard, her moans and cries of please, the lewd smack of their bodies—how thin were these walls?

You sighed, closing your textbook shut, concluding your 'studying' for the day even though you hadn't really even done anything. You had promised to finally complain to them today about all the noise, and you were sure you were doing the whole complex a favor.

By the time the sounds ceased, your statement was complete. Sure, the two males may be obnoxious, but they were damn attractive. You made sure to rehearse your sentence several times before you stood at their door.

Knock, knock.

Suguru's head swiveled to the source of the tapping, thinking to himself if their fling had forgotten something. He looked at Satoru and the male only shrugged, mouthing an "I don't know" quietly to him.

Upon opening the door, his eyebrow quirked upwards in confusion. You were a pleasant surprise to him.

Yours sprang up in embarrassment as you weren't expecting him to be shirtless. You fiddled with your hands, gaze darting anywhere but the man in front of you.

Tilting his head, Suguru leaned against the doorway, and smiled in amusement. Everything about him was so compelling—his long, luscious black hair, how he towered over you, his built physique—you didn't realize you were gawking.

"Well?"

"T-The noise," you started, clearing your throat. "Could you keep it down?"

Satoru, stuffing his face with post-nut sweets, snickered in the background, and they both feigned ignorance. The man in front of you hummed and scratched his head playfully.

"I don't recall there being any noise,"

And, while you would have found this entertaining if you were one of their little toys, you weren't. Your arms crossed over your chest, inadvertently pushing your breasts up, and his eyes shamelessly drunk in the sight.

Suguru had always found you desirable, finding himself thinking about the girl next door, even while he was balls deep in some random. But he made sure to hide that, even from Satoru, his bestest friend.

“Look,” you sighed, rubbing your temple. “I need to study and your ‘activities’ keep distracting me. Just, please—“

“Study?” Suguru questioned, his gaze searing as he looked down at you. “Princess, from what I heard yesterday, you were doing more than studying.”

And that’s when it clicked. Your cheeks flushed with heat.

It’s true. Yesterday, you’d abandoned your studying for something more…rewarding. Your fingers were stuffed deep inside your cunt, pumping in and out, while you moaned at the sweet pleasure. Thinking now, maybe you were too loud.

Satoru suddenly appeared behind Suguru and pushed him aside. He was aiming to grab your arm to pull you in but his friend nudged him in the rib.

“You’ll scare her off, move.”

Suguru then looked at you, smiling a little. “How about a bet?”

You quipped at the idea.

“We have a little fun with you, and in return we promise to be quiet.”

How could you say no to such a promising deal?

But it was all we, we, we. There was no way you could take both of them at once.

However, as you found yourself under both men, their eyes filled with lust and desire, perhaps you could.

"Satoru," you whimpered, watching the white-haired man take his painfully hard cock out of his sweats and pump it.

He grinned at you, sliding the tip over your lips, smearing his pre all over your mouth. "Think you'd look better with cum all over that pretty face."

They had you on your knees, each taking either the front or back. Suguru teasingly glided his tip up and down your pussy while Satoru held you up by your hair, both men pushing themselves into you in tandem.

Behind you, Suguru sucked in a breath—one thrust into you had his mind fuzzy and had him yearning for more. You were even more addicting than he thought you would be.

Quickly, he found a pace, drilling his impressively sized cock in and out of your warmth. "Fuck," Satoru huffed, feeling how your throat constricted around him and you gagged, looking up at him with teary, pleading eyes.

He scoffed, cocky grin widening. "No breaks, princess."

It was like you could feel every vein lining him once he started to move, your jaw locking in order to accommodate the sheer girth and largeness, more tears pouring down your cheeks.

"Don't break her," Suguru chuckled, large hand taking hold of your hips to steady his, the impact of his thrusts multiplying tenfold. Each drive had you shrieking out in a delirious mix of pain and pleasure, not to mention the fact that both men were set on making you feel good.

"Can't promise that; her mouth's so fucking warm," Satoru murmured back, using his thumb to wipe away a blend of saliva and pre-cum from the corner of your lips. "Keep sucking like that 'n I might just have to keep you."

With each ram into you Suguru's balls smacked against your clit pleasurably, stimulating the nub of nerves in a way that made your vision blurry with stars. You choked on your moans, the sounds vibrating onto the cock in your mouth and sparking the feeling of his climax.

Satoru groaned and pulled out, twitching as hot spurts of his seed dripped onto your face, down your lips and onto your lolled tongue.

"Told you I could last longer."

"Oh, shut up. She hasn't even came yet Mr. 'I'll have her orgasm 5 times.'"

Guaranteed, Suguru could be a little absurd when making bets like this, but that was a promise he could keep.

Over the course of the next hours and so, the two men had you in multiple positions, ones you didn't even know exist nor could be executed. Your mind was blurry by then, fogged by the multiple highs they forced out of you and your poor cunt, though even then they made sure this position stuck in your mind.

This time, you'd be having both of them. Both at once—not one in one hole and one in the other—both.

Satoru kneeled by your left and Suguru by you right, both males with their cocks in hand. You lie there, hopeless, your breathing steady yet uneven at the same time.

Slowly, one entered, now doing so easily with how much they had stretched you out. Then, as slow as the first one, slid in the other. The feeling was so much—too much for such a fucked-out mind.

You couldn't even process who was doing what, just noticed a big hand around your neck, squeezing lightly. "Eyes open, baby." Suguru's soft voice sounded, a low hum that made your body shudder.

It was thrust after thrust, drive after drive of two huge cocks, now both at once. "Hng—can't! N-no more!" you mewled, gripping at the sheets, anything that would keep your sweat-sheened body from rising off the bed. Satoru grasped your hips in a bruising grip, one that would surely leave red blemished for days to come, and snarled, white hair sticking to his forehead.

"You'll take all of it. Only fucking done when we say so." Then came a hot slap to the side of your ass, the sound rippling throughout their apartment.

They stretched you to the hilt, a point where you never thought you'd reached. Your stomach churned in pleasure, body feeling weightless, and there it was—your fifth orgasm of the day.

With the green light of your own, the two men gritted their teeth as they were swept up in pleasure. So swept up that, they didn't even notice how their seed was pumping into your already battered cunny.

Though, once they came to, both men couldn’t care less, too indulged in the double stuffed sight in front of them.

[bigfatbimbo]

I know you just fed us that delicious Bill fanfic but when I say I live for those I am not exaggerating!! Please gimme more I’m so wear for that loser

You Gave Your Love to Me Softly ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

part two of this,, Bill Dickey/Reader,, 1.7k words

a/n — man I hate bill dickey

warnings — NSFW, dom reader, sub Bill, your like super mean to him, bill is an asshole

summary — A year after an embarrassing encounter with Bill, you reconnect. Thankfully, you finally give Bill the treatment he deserves.

You shove Bill backwards so hard he almost trips onto the bed, landing less than gracefully on his back as he knocks his head against the bed frame. “Bitch,” he hisses at you.

Smiling at his displeasure, you climb on top of him, straddling him as you go in for a kiss. His breath tasted stale, and being this close to him, you slightly smell his unwashed scalp. 

You pause, pulling away and looking down at the disgusting man. 

The stubble of beard hairs poked through his skin like weeds in a garden, adding to his unkept appearance. Nothing about him was tidy; even his glasses were crooked from the kissing. 

Only twenty minutes ago you were at his door with a package that was addressed to the wrong house. You remember the initial groan from both of you as you registered whose package this really was. 

After you and Bills last encounter in your car— where you almost fucked, but didn’t because of a Star Trek marathon—you hadn’t been in contact.

And yet, now you were five seconds away from taking off his pants. You smile; maybe you both were in the twilight zone.

He sneered up at you, “What the hell are you waiting for?”

“Attitude,” you tut, wrinkling nose as you pick up a bag of chips from under you, and toss them off the bed. “Y’know, usually guys as uptight as you are a lot cleaner.”

He groaned, attempting to go back in for a kiss, before you slam him back down. “Oh my god,” he whines, “Whats your problem! Why can’t anything be easy with you girls.”

You roll your eyes, before roughly pressing down on the bulge in his pants with your palm. He yelped. 

“Shut the fuck up, Bill,” You snap. “Remember last year when you were an asshole and then you didn’t get laid?” 

Bills sneer falters; yes he remembers. 

You run your thumb over the point in his pants you know was his tip, “Do you have another marathon to watch?”

“No—“

“You don’t have a DND campaign to run? No drink to rouffee? No bushes to hide in with your polaroid?” Your voice was sickeningly condescending, with a bite seeping into your words like bile in the back of a throat.

“No, fuck, just take my goddamn pants off!” Bills arms come up to his hair where he tugged at the locks of his hair, which were thick with filth.

It came to your attention then just how much Bill was squirming beneath you, so completely desperate for any kind of stimulation.

Your eyes harden; yeah, you really hated Bill.

Sneering, your hands slip under his shirt and pull it over his head. Your proximity closes and Bill leans in for another kiss. 

As your hands fiddle with his belt, and you oblige, lips falling onto Bills chapped ones once again.

You pull his belt away from his pants and toss it on the ground, beginning to unbutton his pants, before Bill pulls away.

“See, Was that really that hard?” He observes, “God it’s almost like I have to do everything myself—Ow!

Your hand comes down hard across Bills cheek, and he recoils in pain, whimpering. The force knocked Bills head the other way, and you forcibly grab his cheek, hard enough to bruise after a while, and turn him back. 

“Shut the hell up!” You hiss. “Do you really need to be constantly bitching about something? God knows you do,” Your grip on his face tightens even more and he winces, “Anything to help Bill maintain his slipping grasp on his fragile masculinity. You are fucking pathetic.”

“Oh fuck—“ he squeezed his eyes shut, and eyebrows dropped as he bit his lip.

“Eyes up here, asshole. The least you could do in your miserable fucking lifetime is try to be an active listener,” You spit out your venom at Bill, and his face contorted, as if real acid was being thrown at him. He let out a deep whine, as his face turned red.

He opened his eyes, actually looking nervous. Your gaze turns downward to his half-off pants, where you noticed the new wet stain coating the fabric. No way…

“Holy shit,” your grasp on his face loosens, “you are such a fucking loser.”

His face turns red once again, and there’s less bite behind his voice, “That… that wasn’t my fault! Maybe, if you weren’t such a fucking tit-for-brain bitch— Hey!”

You tug his pants completely off and begin to pull down his boxers.

“Are you stupid? I already finished.” He snips, visibly nervous.

“Yeah, Bill, well you went and got hard again. Somewhere around me calling you a ‘fucking loser’ i’m guessing,” You grin, throwing the boxers behind the bed.

You slip out of your panties and shirt, noticing Bill staring. In fact, he was gapping at you, chest heaving, glasses astray, with beads of sweat dripping down his face. 

He looked kind of in awe. You almost smiled.

“You look..” he started, before his eyebrows hardened with focus, “I thought your tits were gonna be bigger.”

You slam yourself down on his dick, cum acting like lube. He gasps, grasping the bed sheets.

Angrily, you take hold of his cheeks again with your hands, squeezing maliciously as you pointed his face at yours, “For fucksake, Bill! What the hell is it gonna take for you to stop being such a fucking brat.”

There’s still a red imprint of your hand on the side of his face. Your focus breaks as you look to the side to examine it.

Bills teeth come down on the corner of your thumbs, biting hard. You gasp and pull away, yanking his head back by the hair. He whines.

From this angle, you think, he almost looked like cornered prey. 

“F-fuck you, slut,” he heaves out, not coming across threatening however, given of the breathiness of his voice. 

Groaning, you roll your hips on his dick, and his  composure completely drops. He slams his head on the headboard, the moan he lets out is so desperately and raspy, you’re almost embarrassed for him. 

“You know, four-eyes, you should really be more cautious. This is new territory for you,” you slow to a stop on his cock, and he whines with frustration.

“No—nngh—keep going—“ He groans with utter despair. 

You shuffle shortly on his cock, just enough to make him a little more uncomfortable than before. “Why should I?” 

He winces, glasses fogging up to match his state of mind. Clearly, he’s too frustrated to even think, because his insults have died down, and his resting-bitch-face fizzled into quiet desperation.

“You want me to be nicer, baby?” You slowly pick up speed. “Give you what you want, play ‘mommy’ so you can get your dick wet?” Your hand cups the side of his face gently and he leans in. 

He nods softly, “I—I..” he starts but doesn’t finish, sentences closing with a soft whine.

Without warning, you speed up, almost riding him with aggression, contrasting to your past tenderness. “You don’t deserve that—fuck—I don’t know what to tell you, Bill. Maybe you should have been a little nicer to me.”

“Oh god—“ Bills hands shoot up to cover his face, “Fuck— c’mon, slow down…” 

It was too much too fast. Maybe you should have been being a little more accommodating for presumably his first time, but oh well; you get what you give. 

“You’re such a fucking loser,” You remark, groaning softly, as you chase your own organism. 

He pulls his glasses off, desperately grasping onto anything around like a kid during a tantrum: the bed sheets, his hair, the frame of his glasses. Finally he reaches up to grab onto your tits, but you slap his hand away.

“C’mon, be a good little freak. What do we say?” You coo.

He almost explodes into tears, as he cries loudly and more pathetic than ever: “Fuck— Please! Please, Please—“

The humiliation seeps into his head like water through a thin notebook page, and suddenly his face is soaked with tears as he chokes back sobs. 

“Very manly, Bill,” You groan, rolling your eyes. “All weepy, because what? You’re a little embarrassed.”

He moans in response, bucked his hips up wildly into you, before you slam him back down to steady his pace. 

This time, you don’t bat him away when his shaking hand reaches up. He begins to squeeze your breast with on hand.

“Damn, you’re bad at that.”

Throughout, he never stopped making noises; whines, groans, grunts, and moans flowing out of him. It was almost like you flipped a switch in his brain.

“God,” you breathe, “You sound like a fucking whore.” 

With that, his face scrunches up and his orgasm explodes out of him. He breathes heavily, laying there for a moment, before realizing you weren’t slowing down.

“No, no, no, no—“ He whimpers, “Too much!” Tears plaster his purple eye-bags, shining like dull amethysts, painting an unusual picture of beauty on the ugly man. 

You say nothing, letting your head fall back as you chase your climax. Your hands wrap around Bills neck to hold him down.

When you finally finish, you stay on him for a couple moments, just sitting there heaving. At last, you unclasp your hands from his neck, and wipe the tears that still leaked from his eyes.

His greasy hair was slick with sweat, clinging to the top of his forehead with a wet shine. Bills eyes were half-lidded, and almost drooped closed.  His mouth was half open, still breathing heavily. He looked completely ruined. 

You take the glasses from his hands, which held only a soft grasp, and place them on his face again. 

“So,” you break the silence, “What’d you think?”

Bills head lulled to the side, looking up at you softly with a glaze over his eyes. 

“I think—” he gasps, “I think you alone were the inspiration for the creation of the word bitch.” 

He loved it.

[harrysfolklore]

i told you id request to keep it alive, so like honouary wag fluffy blurb with first race back where she’s an official wag? and the girls are so excited and charles is excited to be able to say that she’s his 😇

MORE HONORARY WAG BABIES !!! this is our girl as an official wag 🥺 READ THE HONORARY WAG HERE

The summer break had flown by, and as you stepped onto the familiar grounds of the paddock, the buzz of the post-summer atmosphere hit you immediately.

But this time, something was different. No longer were you just the 'honorary WAG' tagging along with your friends, half-hidden in the shadows. This time, you were walking hand-in-hand with Charles, officially his girlfriend, and it felt as though all eyes were on you.

You gave his hand a slight squeeze as you both passed the Ferrari hospitality area, the usual sea of red and white surrounding you. Charles smiled down at you, his green eyes warm and comforting, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You okay?" he asked softly, clearly sensing the slight nervousness in your body language.

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah, just feels a bit different now."

"Don’t worry. You’ve always belonged here," Charles chuckled softly, "Now it’s just… official."

You smiled at Charles' words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. As you approached the area where you were meant to meet the girls, you turned to face him.

"I should go meet the others at the Paddock Club," you said, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

Charles's lips curved into a playful smirk. "Ah, abandoning me already for your glamorous WAG duties?" he teased.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, please. As if you won't be busy with team meetings and interviews all day."

"True," he conceded, then leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But I'd much rather be busy with you."

A blush crept up your cheeks as you gave him a gentle push. "Behave, Leclerc. We're in public."

Charles laughed, pulling you close for a quick kiss. "See you later, mon coeur," he murmured against your lips before reluctantly letting you go.

With a final wave, you made your way to the Paddock Club, spotting your friends gathered near one of the tables. As you approached, you could see the grins spreading across their faces.

"Well, well, well," Rebecca called out teasingly as you joined them. "If it isn't the newest official member of our little club!"

Kika giggled, linking her arm through yours. "Welcome to the dark side, darling."

"Oh, stop it," you laughed, feeling both embarrassed and oddly proud.

"You were always one of us, it's just official now," Carmen said, winking at you.

You loved these girls so much.

"But seriously," Lily said, "how does it feel to be the official Ferrari WAG now?"

"I mean," Kika added with a grin, "it’s kind of a big deal."

You laughed softly, shaking your head at their teasing. "It feels good. Weirdly normal though. I guess because I’ve been around so much already."

"Well, we have two reasons to celebrate today. Not only do we have YN officially joining our ranks, but it's also Kika's first race as Mrs. Gasly!" Rebecca said as she called out a waiter to order some champagne.

Kika beamed, her new wedding ring glinting in the light. "I still can't believe it sometimes," she admitted, a dreamy look in her eyes.

As the champagne arrived and Rebecca began pouring glasses for everyone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. Sure, things were different now, but as you clinked glasses with your friends and laughter filled the air, you realized that everything felt right.

As the race day activities continued, you found yourself moving between the paddock, the garage, and the hospitality areas. Charles had commitments, but every so often, he’d glance over at you, his eyes softening as he caught your gaze. There was a quiet comfort between you two now, knowing you didn’t have to hide anything anymore.

At one point, during a brief break between work, Charles pulled you into a quiet corner of the garage. He leaned against the wall, tugging you closer by the waist until you were standing between his legs, his arms wrapped around you protectively.

"You doing okay?" he asked, his voice low and affectionate as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, resting your hands on his chest. "I’m fine. Just… still getting used to all this. But I’m happy to be here with you."

Charles smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I’m happy you’re here too." His expression softened as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You make everything better, you know that?"

You smiled against his lips, feeling your heart swell at his words. "You’re not so bad yourself, Leclerc."

Before either of you could say anything more, you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. "Am I interrupting?"

You turned to see Joris standing there with an amused grin on his face. "Come on, Charles. Time to get back to work. You’ve got a race to win."

Charles sighed dramatically but gave you one last kiss before stepping back. "I’ll see you after the race?"

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I’ll be cheering you on."

As Charles disappeared with Joris, you rejoined the girls, who immediately started up their teasing again.

"Did you guys have a moment?" Kika asked with a smirk.

"Oh, they definitely had a moment," Lily added, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Can’t a girl spend a few quiet minutes with her boyfriend without you lot jumping in?" you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Oh, come on," Rebecca chimed in, her eyes sparkling. "We're just happy for you two. It's about time, honestly. "

"How could I forget? You literally bet on us," you teased with no real malice in your voice..

"Hey, it worked out, didn't it?" Carmen said with a wink. "And now you're no longer our honorary WAG. You're the real deal."

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → embarrassing situation

Summary → Peter and you get caught by May.

Peter’s sixteenth birthday had been awkward, to say the least.

May had tried her best to make it memorable—she’d baked his favorite cake, gifted him a new Lego set, and even made sure his friends came over earlier to celebrate with him. Everything seemed to be going fine, that is until the last gift came, when everyone left and it's just May and Peter.

“Happy birthday, Peter!” May beamed as she handed him a small, neatly wrapped box. Peter furrowed his brow, curious, looking up at her suspiciously.

“Uh, thanks, May,” he said slowly, already a little concerned. He tore open the wrapping paper and lifted the lid, only for his face to instantly turn beet red.

“Oh my God, May!” He groaned, his eyes wide as he stared down at the contents of the box—condoms. His whole body felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

May, leaning casually against Peter's study table, had the audacity to smirk. “What? I just want you to be prepared, Peter,” she said, entirely too calm for his liking. “You’re sixteen now, you’re growing up, and I’m not dumb. Boys your age—”

“May!” Peter flailed, waving his hands as if he could physically stop the words from coming out of her mouth. “Please! I don’t even have a girlfriend!”

May tilted her head and gave him a look, one of those all-knowing, teasing looks that made Peter feel like she could read his mind. “Really? You don’t? So, what about Y/n? Weren't you crushing on her? I literally saw you stutter in front of her when she came over at the party.” Her eyebrows wiggled, and Peter wanted to sink into the floor.

Peter’s face turned an even brighter shade of red—if that was possible. “That’s different! I mean… I haven’t even asked her out yet!” He stammered, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he tried not to make eye contact with May. He glanced at the box in his hands and quickly shoved it behind his back, as if doing that would make it all disappear. “This is... so weird.”

May chuckled, walking over to him, and affectionately ruffling his curly hair. “It’s not weird, Peter. It’s called being responsible.” She softened her tone, looking at him with sincere eyes now. “I just want you to be smart about these things when you’re ready. You’ll thank me later.”

Peter groaned, turning away from her as he tossed the box into the drawer of his nightstand like it was a hot potato. “Yeah, yeah. But for the record, I’m not using them anytime soon. Seriously.”

Exactly one week later, Peter found himself standing beside your locker, nervously shifting from one foot to the other as he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out.

---

Now, five months had passed since that nerve-wracking moment when Peter had stammered his way through asking you to be his girlfriend. His hands had been clammy, he couldn’t stop fidgeting, and the carefully rehearsed speech he’d prepared had completely fallen apart when he saw your smile. Somehow, though, despite his stumbling words and flushed cheeks, you’d said yes.

He was convinced his heart had exploded when he heard your response. But there was just one problem.

He still hadn’t told May.

Peter wasn’t actively trying to hide it from her—well, not exactly. He just hadn’t found the right time to bring up the fact that he has a girlfriend. May was great, but he could already imagine the look of teasing glee on her face once she found out, and that thought alone made his stomach twist into knots. So, for now, sneaking around felt… easier. Plus, it wasn’t like he was lying. Well, not much. May thought he was out on patrol today, but instead, he was spending the afternoon with you.

Meanwhile, May was blissfully unaware of Peter’s real plans for the day. She was lounging at home, sipping coffee, when she decided she might as well tidy up his room. After all, Peter was always too busy with school, work, and Spider-Man duties to keep up with it himself. Humming to herself, she stepped into his messy room.

“That boy never cleans,” May muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she picked up discarded clothes from the floor and tossed them into a laundry basket.

As she straightened his bed, something caught her eye—something dark and out of place, sticking out of his closet. Frowning, she walked over to investigate, pulling the item free from the shelf.

A black lacy bra.

May blinked. “What the…?” She stared at it in confusion, her mind racing. When did Peter start collecting bras? No, that can’t be it. Does Peter have a girlfriend? She squinted at the bra, trying to piece things together.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, but as she processed it further, her eyes darted toward Peter’s nightstand. A sudden memory surfaced—the box of condoms she’d given Peter on his sixteenth birthday. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she pulled the drawer open, her stomach in knots.

There it was.

The box, which had once been full, now contained only two condoms. May stood there, staring down at it in disbelief.

“Oh boy…” she muttered to herself, exhaling sharply. She didn’t know whether to be angry that Peter hadn’t told her or relieved that at least he was being safe. Either way, her emotions swirled between concern and amusement. He’s really growing up, she thought, but her protective instincts kicking in.

May sat down on the edge of Peter’s bed, running a hand through her hair. “We’re going to need to have a talk,” she whispered to herself, trying to think of how to approach the conversation. She didn’t want to embarrass him more than necessary, but she also couldn’t ignore this.

Just as she was about to step out of the room, she heard the front door creak open. Voices, low and hushed, floated through the hallway.

Peter and you stumbled inside, locked in a heated kiss. Peter’s hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you giggled into his lips. You barely broke away long enough to whisper, “You sure May isn’t home?”

“She’s at FEAST, don’t worry,” Peter reassured you, his voice rough and breathless as his lips moved down to your neck.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his curls. “Good, because I’ve been waiting all day for this…”

Suddenly, a voice boomed through the house, cutting through the heat of the moment like a knife. “PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!”

Both of you froze in place, your lips barely an inch apart. Peter’s eyes widened in horror as he recognized the voice.

“May,” he whispered, his blood running cold. You quickly pulled away, your face flushed with embarrassment.

May stood at the doorway to Peter’s room, her hands on her hips, her expression a mix of fury and disbelief. The bra dangled from her hand like a smoking gun.

Peter gulped. “I-I can explain.”

May raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room. “Oh, I’m sure you can,” she said, her voice dangerously calm. “But first, care to explain this?” She held up the bra, her gaze shifting between you and Peter.

You winced, your cheeks turning bright red as you avoided eye contact. Peter, however, was already spiraling into full-blown panic mode.

“Okay, okay, listen, May! It’s not—it’s not what you think!” Peter stammered, holding his hands up defensively. “We didn’t… I mean, it’s not like… we just…”

May crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. “Oh really? So you’re telling me this bra just magically appeared in your closet? Why didn't you tell me?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make things awkward. Y/n and I have been dating for five months, but—”

“Five months?” May interrupted, her eyes widening. “Five months, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

You finally found the courage to speak up. “It’s not Peter’s fault, May. We just… wanted to keep things low-key.”

May’s expression softened, but only slightly. “Low-key doesn’t mean sneaking around behind my back.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. “And don’t think I didn’t notice this either.” She motioned to the condom box.

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh God, this is the worst day of my life.”

May shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite her frustration. “It’s not the worst, Peter. Trust me, I’ve seen worse. But we’re going to have a conversation about this.”

Peter’s head shot up, his face paling. “Oh no, not the talk. May, I’m almost seventeen, please—”

“Exactly, you’re almost seventeen, and that’s why you need this talk.” May’s tone was firm but caring. She turned to you with a sigh.

You shifted awkwardly on your feet, glancing toward the door, clearly wanting to flee. But before you could make your escape, May held up a hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n, stay,” May said firmly, though her voice softened a little. “You’re a part of this too, and I need to make sure you’re okay as well.” She glanced between you and Peter, concern etched on her face.

Peter shot you a helpless look, his eyes wide and pleading. You swallowed nervously and nodded, stepping back to Peter’s side, feeling the heat rush to your face.

May took a deep breath, pulling out the desk chair and sitting down. “Alright. First of all, Peter, you should’ve told me about you two. I’m not mad you’re dating Y/n. What I’m mad about is the sneaking around.”

Peter winced. “I know, I should’ve… I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and I thought… I thought it might make things weird.”

May shook her head. “Peter, I’m your aunt, not your enemy. I’m not here to make things difficult for you. But sneaking around, lying about where you’re going… I’m not okay with that.”

Peter hung his head. “I’m sorry, May. I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m not done,” May interrupted, raising a hand. She then turned to you, her expression softening. “And Y/n, I hope you understand that you’re important to Peter—and that means you’re important to me, too. I’m not mad at you either, but I do need to talk to both of you about… boundaries.”

You felt your face go hot again, but you nodded. “I understand. I just didn’t want to make things awkward with you.”

May gave you a small, understanding smile. “I appreciate that, but what I really care about is that both of you are being responsible. I see you found a way to use those condoms I gave Peter.”

Peter made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper, covering his face with both hands. “May, please, no,” he muttered, absolutely mortified.

May ignored his protest and pressed on. “Look, I get it—you’re teenagers, you’re curious, and you have feelings for each other. But I need to know that you’re both being careful and not rushing into anything you’re not ready for.”

Peter peeked through his fingers, his face still flushed. “We’re being careful. I swear.” He shot a glance at you, making sure you were okay with what he was saying.

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we are. We didn’t… it’s not like we’re rushing into anything. We’ve just been… taking our time.”

May looked between the two of you, nodding slowly. “Okay. That’s good to hear. But just so we’re clear, I’m always here if you have questions or concerns. I’d rather you talk to me about things than hide them.”

Peter dropped his hands to his sides, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Okay. We get it, May. No more secrets.”

May’s expression softened further as she stood and approached the two of you. “Good. I trust you, Peter. And you, Y/n.” She gave you a gentle pat on the arm before turning to Peter, raising an eyebrow. “But if I ever find something like this again without knowing what’s going on…” She held up the bra, waving it slightly. “…we’re having another talk. And it won’t be as nice.”

Peter winced, his face burning with embarrassment. “Got it. Loud and clear.”

May sighed and placed the bra back into your hands. “Here, you should take this with you, Y/n. I don’t think Peter needs to be holding onto it any longer.”

You let out a nervous laugh, grabbing it and stuffing it into your bag as fast as you could. “Thanks, May. I’ll… uh, make sure it doesn’t end up here again.”

Peter groaned, rubbing his face. “Please, can we stop talking about the bra now?”

May chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop torturing you.”

Just then, the sound of May’s phone buzzing broke the tension. She pulled it from her pocket and glanced at the screen. “Looks like I’ve got to head back to FEAST. They need me for something.” She looked back at the two of you, her tone softening. “Just… think about what I said, okay? Be smart. Be responsible.”

Peter nodded quickly, clearly eager for this conversation to be over. “We will, May. Thanks.”

With one last look at you both, May gave a nod and headed toward the door. “I’ll be back later tonight. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”

As the door closed behind her, Peter let out a long breath, slumping down on his bed in defeat. “Oh my God,” he groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “That was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You giggled softly, sitting down beside him and nudging his shoulder. “Well… at least she wasn’t that mad.”

Peter looked at you, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, I guess. But seriously, how am I ever going to look her in the eye again?”

You laughed and leaned over, kissing him gently on the cheek. “You’ll survive. Besides, now that she knows, we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at the thought, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “That’s true. We could… take advantage of that.”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully nudging him again. “Oh really? After that talk we just had?”

Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “Well, maybe not right after,” he teased, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed, resting your head against his chest as you both lay back on the bed. For a moment, everything was peaceful, the tension from earlier melting away. Peter stroked your hair gently, his breath steady and calm.

“Thanks for staying,” he murmured, his voice soft.

You smiled, your hand resting on his chest as you looked up at him. “Of course. We’re in this together.”

Peter pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “Yeah. Together.”

“Oh no,” Peter muttered, his face paling.

You blinked, sitting up beside him. “What? What’s wrong?”

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Did she take the condoms?”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why?”

Peter bit his lip nervously and looked at you, cheeks flushing. “She’s out… so, maybe we could c-continue what we planned.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “Peter…”

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[skulla-rxcks]

Backstage noises

Paring: idol!Bang Chan x staff!fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: unprotected, bjs, praise

As a staff member you get told to investigate some strange noises coming from the dressing room.

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

A/n: this is based off one of my first skz fics called ‘unexpected activities’, but with more content and better writing! Enjoy!

“Y/n? Once you’re finished packing up those boxes could you see what those noises are coming from the dressing room? Oh, and on another note please go and find Chan, none of us have seen him in the past 20 minutes.” Felix says, walking over to me with a concerned look on his face.

“Of course!” I say. Going back to putting the equipment that was used for the performance back in boxes, and putting them in the closet for later storage.

After packing all the shit away I remember what Felix asked me; he asked me to investigate some noises and to find Chan. I make way through the backstage hallway and reach the dressing room, Felix was right. There is a strange noise, and it sounds like..a man.. moaning? Almost like someone was pleasuring themselves. But in a dressing room for some reason. Jesus Christ how horny do you have to be? I question the situation in my head before knocking on the door, there’s no answer, it wouldn’t hurt to take a peak inside, I was asked to check what it was after all. I sigh and open the door.

“s-shit I was just..” It’s Chan, he covers himself with his shirt in a panic. “you could’ve Atleast knocked..” he murmurs looking away with embarrassment as his ears turn red from being flustered from being caught.

“I did knock, three times actually. there was no answer so I thought someone was in pain and couldn’t speak.” I reply, fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt.

“Yeah well….it wasn’t exactly..someone who wanted help…” His eyes drift to the floor. “Is there anything I can do to make up for it.. it’s not everyday that I walk into someone jerking themselves off.” I look up at him for a split second, his erection that he’s ‘attempting to hide’ is very visible. God I feel like a pervert for looking.

He looks down at me as well when he realized I noticed his bulge. “Uh..yeah, I mean, if you want you can maybe give me a hand..? I’m so stressed lately I can hardly c..cum.” I blush at his words, it’s strangely hot knowing that he knows it’s wrong since I’m a staff member and that’s not what I’m supposed to do but something about the risk gets me going more than I would have expected.

“Alright.” I nod, a slight smile forming on my face. “What if someone comes looking for us though?” The look on my face drops to one of concern. “I guess we’ll have to make this quick then. What are you best at? You know what I mean.” He asks me as I walk towards him. “I don’t know it depends what you want me to do..”

“Could you suck me?” Chan begs with need, his breathing slowly becoming heavier as his mind makes his cock twitch at the thought. “Okay, i doubt I’ll be any good though so don’t expect too much.” I chuckle and get on my knees, lifting his shirt up slightly to reveal his throbbing length, pre cum dripping down it.

“Shit..” he groans as I lower my mouth onto his dick, bopping my head up and down as I take him down my throat. “Yeah fuck. That’s it..” Moans and words of praise come out of his mouth, he puts his hand on the back of my head guiding me when he wants me to take him deeper, making me follow the rhythm he needs to feel good.

“I’d get you to ride me but I don’t have any protection. Can I fuck your face, pretty girl?”

I give him a thumbs up saying yes, as I can’t talk clearly due to his cock blocking my ability to talk from how far down he is inside my throat. I make eye contact with him, watching as his head falls back and listening to the noises he makes as he begins to violently buck his hips into my face, his dick going so deep I can hardly breathe, it’s amazing. “Gonna go deeper and harder, just breathe okay? Tap my thigh two times if you need me to stop.”

I hold onto his thighs for support, keeping myself on my knees as the force of his thrusts go up, making it enough for my small figure to almost fall over and loose balance. “Suck it for me. Take it deeper I know you can, wanna see your face as I stuff your pretty throat with my cock until you struggle to breathe.” Chan groans, pushing my head down onto him while he goes harder, absolutely breaking my throat. “Fucking hell.. I’m gonna cum. Drink it all up and I’ll reward you. Come on baby.” He says, breathing fast and slamming himself into me, doing one last thrust before filling my mouth with his seed, I make sure to swallow it all. After I finish swallowing he pulls out of my mouth with a wet sloppy ‘pop’ noise. I gasp for air.

“Was I okay..?” I mumble, hoping that I pleased him well. “You were more than okay. Tell me what you want as a reward, maybe… sex, head, kisses. What do you want? You deserve it.” Chan pulls me onto his lap, caressing my back.

“Dick..” I mutter into his arms. “bend over for me.” He smiles, helping position me over one of the wooden benches that were in the dressing room. Once I’m bent over I feel Chan tug my jeans down along with my panties, I let out a whimper as i feel the cold air of the room make contact with my pussy lips. “P-put it in.. I don’t care if there’s no protection just.. please!” I beg, arching my ass back. I feel him push into me, I gasp. The feeling of him stretching me out is one of the best things I’ve ever fucking felt, way better than any toy or my fingers. “So fucking tight!” He praises, pushing himself fully inside of me before starting to move, the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin. I moan as I feel his balls slap against me with each sloppy thrust, his movements become more needy and rough, his dick breaking my pussy, making it dripping wet as he goes on.

“Fuck Chris I’m gonna cum!” I cry out, hearing him chuckle in amusement as I call him by his other name.

“Want me to cum inside of you?” He asks. “No it’s.. it’s too risky.. pull out..” I add. “I’m going to.. FUCK!” My body begins shaking in pleasure as my cunt begins to tighten around him, i moan loudly as i cum around him. He pulls out after i orgasm, shooting his load all over my ass and back, before flipping me over to see my face, smiling as he sees how he ruined me. “So fucking good just for me.” He says as he grabs my chin, pulling my face towards him before kissing me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth as a result.

“Is everything okay in there? There’s more noises then before.. y/n? Did something happen?” We hear Felix call out from the other side of the door.

“Yeah don’t worry she was just helping me out with a little something..”

[pandapetals]

Ornament Decorating

Let’s get into the holiday spirit. Welcome to my 7 days of holiday one-shots. I celebrate christmas so sorry to anyone who doesn’t but i hope you can still enjoy it.

You helped some of the students decorate ornaments until they got bored. Now, you and some of the other adults decide to do it.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor, ornament decorating, x-men group, logan is a softie

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @saradika

You sat in the mansion's large dining room, a scattering of paint pots, glitter, and craft supplies spread across the round wooden table. A few of the younger kids had joined you for the holiday ornament-making activity, but, as usual, they’d lost interest halfway through, leaving their half-finished decorations behind in favor of playing tag in the hallways.

“At least you tried,” Ororo said, handing you a few of the ornaments abandoned by the kids. She chuckled, shaking her head as she looked at the quirky snowman with one eye that had already begun to droop. "I did see a few of them smiling, though. That counts for something."

You sighed, though a smile crept onto your face as you picked up the snowman and gave it a small touch-up. "Guess that’s all I can hope for," you replied, brushing a bit of glitter off your hands. "Besides, we could use some new ornaments this year. Most of the old ones look like they’ve seen a few battles."

Ororo raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Mind if I join you? I could use a little holiday spirit myself."

"Please do." You handed her a blank ornament and a paintbrush, then smiled as Rogue wandered by, pausing mid-step when she saw what you were up to.

"Y’all makin’ ornaments?" Rogue asked, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. "Scoot over—I’m in."

The three of you quickly settled into a rhythm, painting, and decorating in companionable silence. You were working on your third ornament when you heard the low rumble of Logan’s voice from across the room.

“What’re you doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, strolling over with Scott in tow. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in the table strewn with paint, glitter, and a small mountain of cotton balls.

You looked up, unable to hide your grin, and held up your latest creation—a snowman with an oversized hat and a bright red scarf sporting a pair of familiar-looking claws. "Making some ornaments. You inspired this one."

Logan let out a low chuckle, leaning over to inspect your work. “Hmph. Looks like you’ve captured my good side,” he murmured, nodding approvingly at the tiny, fierce-looking snowman.

Scott rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took in the array of ornaments on the table. "You really think you’re gonna get Logan to make ornaments?” he asked, smirking. "Good luck with that."

But to Scott’s surprise, Logan pulled out a chair and plopped down beside you, picking up a blank wooden ornament and a small brush. "Watch and learn Summers," he muttered, already dipping the brush in a deep forest green.

You exchanged a knowing smile with Ororo, who winked at you. "Logan���s got a bit of a creative side, actually," you said, nudging him playfully with your elbow. "Remember those little wooden stars and reindeer that mysteriously appeared on the tree last year?"

Scott’s mouth dropped open. "Wait—that was you? I thought those were store-bought or… I don’t know, crafted by some holiday elf."

Logan grunted, clearly a bit embarrassed but also pleased. "I can work with my hands, Summers," he replied, a hint of pride in his tone as he carefully painted the edge of his ornament. "Not just for beatin’ up bad guys."

Rogue snickered, holding up her ornament—a lopsided snowflake dripping with glitter. "Guess you learn somethin’ new every day," she teased, giving Logan an exaggerated wink. "Logan, the craftsman."

Logan rolled his eyes, but you caught the faintest smile tugging at his lips as he picked up a small knife and began carefully etching tiny snowflakes onto the surface of his wooden ornament. His focus was intense, and you could see his artistic side slipping through in the careful lines and details he added.

"Look at you, all precise and delicate," you teased, leaning closer to peek over his shoulder. "I think you might actually be enjoying this, Logan."

He glanced up, eyes crinkling at the corners as he gave you a playful glare. "Don’t push it," he muttered, but the warmth in his gaze betrayed him. He handed you the ornament he’d just finished—a beautifully carved snowflake with intricate details that practically sparkled even without glitter. "Here, for you."

Your heart melted as you took the ornament, fingers brushing against his briefly. "It’s beautiful. See? You’re secretly a softie."

Scott, watching this exchange with a mix of amusement and disbelief, leaned in closer. "I gotta say, this is the last thing I thought I’d see today—Wolverine, all domestic and festive."

Logan snorted, tossing a handful of glitter in Scott’s direction. "Keep talkin’, Summers, and I’ll make sure your next ornament’s a fist."

Everyone burst out laughing, the sound filling the room as you all settled back into your work, the holiday spirit wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You ended up with a quirky collection of ornaments: Ororo’s hand-painted pinecones, Rogue’s glittery snowflakes, and Logan’s intricately carved wood pieces that brought a touch of elegance to the tree.

As the evening wound down, Logan nudged you with his shoulder, his eyes warm as he looked at the pile of ornaments on the table. "You know," he said softly, "this turned out pretty good. I don’t mind doin’ this if it’s with you."

You smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his arm around you. "Well, don’t get too used to it," you teased. "Next year, you’re in charge."

Logan groaned, but the smile on his face didn’t fade, and as the two of you admired your handiwork, you couldn’t help but think that this—sitting together, making silly ornaments, and laughing with friends—was exactly what the holidays were meant to be.

[youleftmenochoicebut]

Part two of gold rush where they get their cottage in whales please 🙏🏽

PEACE — regulus black.

SUMMARY. — you and Regulus live happily ever after. that's it.

PAIRING. — regulus black x fem!pureblood!reader

WARNINGS. — fluff, kinda au cause reg doesnt get the dark mark

A/N. — i didnt plan on doing a part 2 but oh well <3 anyways! heres part 1; this is so short im sorry!!!

war is over. as much as you can't believe it, it's true. Voldemort is dead, mostly thanks to Regulus' brother and his friends' actions, and to the Order's activity. it ended weeks ago.

meanwhile, you and your husband have been hiding here for the past three years, ever since graduating Hogwart's. you've been hiding, like cowards, and unfortunately you can't feel shame or embarrassment in that regard. at least you're alive, unlike some of your friends. Evan didn't make it, which led to Barty's psychotic break. Dorcas' girlfriend, Marlene and her family didn't make it, killed by Voldemort personally this summer. Peter, who turned out to be a traitor, didn't make it either. there are a lot more loses on both sides of the war, of course, but you try not to think about it much.

it's early morning when you sit on the edge of your shared bed, reading through the letter from Lily that your owl just delivered. you take in the latest news from London, a small smile on your face. Lily's pregnant again, Sirius and Remus moved in together into Grimmauld Place, Mary's got a new cat. it all seems so mundane, after months and months of bad information, you shake your head at it.

you place the letter on your nightstand, then settle back to bed, turning around to find Regulus staring at you sleepily. your baby girl is still fast asleep in her crib by your bed.

"what's with the letter, huh?" Regulus rasps out, reaching his hand out to graze his fingers over your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "is it Lily or Remus?"

"s'Lily. m'gonna write her back later after you read it." you murmur, careful to keep your voice down, and you sigh. "i have to feed Astra. can you make pancakes for breakfast?"

"sure." your husband nods, leans in to plant a quick peck on the bridge of your nose (he knows how much you despise morning breath), and gets up. as you watch him leave the bedroom you thank Merlin that he sleeps in only his boxers, and you can ogle his backside like a horny teenager as he walks away.

you roll onto your back, letting out a heavy breath, then glance at the crib just few feet from you, your four month old sucking on her dummy with her eyes already wide open.

almost forty-five minutes pass before you finally go downstairs. Astra is fed, changed and completely awake, swaddled in a baby wrap close to your chest. your steps are slow and deliberate as you make your way into the kitchen, where you are met with the sight of Regulus moving around the space, humming some tune under his breath whilst flipping pancakes. you stand in the doorway, just watching him happily before Astra betrays you with a bubbly shrieking laugh, her eyes focused on her daddy too.

"i'm almost done, ladies." your husband looks up at you, nodding you to come closer, and so you do. you lean back against the kitchen island, your hands resting under Astra's swaddled body, making sure she's held up alright. your baby keeps sending Regulus toothless smiles, cooing and babbling. she's been like this for only a few days after she hit a milestone.

you spend your days in peace like that. being a family. sometimes you go out for walks in the nearby woods, letting Astra nap in the fresh air. sometimes you sit in your garden, by the pond. sometimes you don't leave the house, lounging around all day and marvelling at the miracle your daughter was. today is one of these days. so domestic, most would deem boring. but that's what you love.

when you and Regulus go to bed that night, it's late. past midnight. you're certain Astra is starting teething, because she's been fussy ever since her afternoon nap. for now she's back asleep in her crib, although tossing and turning a bit, and you stare up at the ceiling mindlessly. you feel Regulus' hand creep over your body and resting on your hip, but you're too tired to even look at him now.

"ma chérie." he whispers, his thumb moving over your hip in soothing circles, and his other hand grips your chin lightly, turning your head in his direction. "hi."

"hi." you whisper back, nibbling on your lower lip as you stare into his grey eyes. you snuggle closer to him, your head resting on his chest and your arms wrap around his torso. "Merlin, you're always so cold."

Regulus snorts, and without looking up you know he's rolling his eyes, squeezing you in with his hands settling on your bum. you shiver at the feeling, reaching down to pull the covers over the two of you, and the moment you close your eyes a piercing wail sounds out from the crib. you practically jump out of bed, but Regulus brings you back down.

"stay. i'll go"

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

HICKEYS

trans ftm!franco colapinto x male!reader

request: trans driver yelling at reader for leaving hickeys places and others seeing and messing with them - 🐺

summary: you get a little carried away and your boyfriend pays the price.

warnings: mildly suggestive, mentions of franco's media shenanigans, short

word count: 314

"AMOR!!"

your head whipped up at the distressed tone in franco's voice. "what? what happened? are you okay?"

franco rounded the corner into his driver's room. his cheeks ablaze, he crossed his arms and glared at you.

"uh-oh," you muttered, setting aside your phone and giving your boyfriend a confused smile. "... what did i do?"

he didn't say anything.

franco simply tilted his head and pointed at the rather large mark on his neck from last night's ... activities. you nodded slowly. hickeys usually didn't bother franco much. if anything, he reveled in the chaos they caused when they were inevitably spotted during a race weekend.

"and?"

"i was talking to lewis and i didn't know it was there!" franco whined, shoving your shoulder gently.

you nodded again. "... and?"

your boyfriend looked at you in bewilderment. "and it was embarrassing!"

"okay ...?" you shrugged, hands moving to rest on franco's waist as he pouted at you. "i'm not sorry, you flirt with people too much for them not to know you're taken."

"i talk about you all the time?"

"yeah, but this is just ... an extra precaution." you smirked.

franco groaned, hiding his face in your neck. "i was talking to lewis about the race and he interrupted to ask if i had hurt my neck in training and i had to explain that my boyfriend is just a vampire."

"i am not a vampire!" you argued, barely suppressing your laughter. "i just happen to like people knowing you're mine."

"i got teased so much!"

"so wear 'em proudly next time."

"no!" franco yelped, pulling back to point at you sternly. "no next time. no hickeys on race weeks."

you raised an eyebrow at him cheekily and backed him up against the wall, tilting your head to kiss his neck lightly. "you sure you can hold yourself to that?"

...

"no."

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: i was gonna do more drivers for this but i only really got inspired for franco—if i get inspired for others i will definitely make this a little series bc i think it's funny 🫶

taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius @crispysoup318 @op-81-lvr-reblogs @ncrsbrg @spoonfulofmilo @justaf1girl @widow-cevans

[themuseofaphrodite]

can’t turn back now ✧ OB87

summary: ollie bearman may be the most popular boy in his year, but even he has trouble with asking his crush out on a date. 

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

word count: 1.1k

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Only three more days remained until the winter formal, and Ollie Bearman still hadn’t asked his crush out. It was so embarrassing, how his throat dried up and his hands became extra clammy whenever he was around you. He’d tried at least seven times, but it was like a spell was cast every time he attempted to bring up the conversation. You were so beautiful, with cinnamon ringlets and bright green eyes, and a laugh that sounded like twinkling bells. It wasn’t just your beauty that made him dumbstruck; you were super smart and funny too. On top of that, you never hung on to him or made him feel as if he was being used for a leg up in the social pyramid of school. You were special, and he wanted you to know that.

How would he do that, though?

He didn’t want to be too sappy, because you’d told him before that grand romantic gestures repulsed you. “It’s too similar to a romcom. Cute, but it should stay on a telly screen.” That crossed out every idea he had so far: a big bouquet of flowers sent to your dorm, writing a puzzle in the school newspaper for you to solve…

“Hey, Ollie!” you called out, jarring him out of his thoughts. You jogged up to him with a big smile plastered on your face as you asked, “Are you ready for this weekend?”

Ollie blushed. “Yeah, kind of. All my friends have dates, so I’ll probably be seventh-wheeling if things don’t change soon.”

“Aw, Ol,” you mock-pouted. “Poor you, most popular boy in year twelve. And you can’t find a girl to ask out? I think I know at least ten who’d gladly accept your offer.”

The only girl I want to ask out is you, but I can’t fucking talk when I’m around you, he thought frustratedly. “Yeah, I have someone in mind. Just, um, waiting for the right moment.” He tilted his head to look down at you, a shy smile dancing on his lips. “What’s up, though, Y/N?”

“Oh, um, I was wondering if you knew whether we had an exam in literature today. Penny keeps telling me we are, but I think she’s tricking me.” Your best friend Penny loved making you panic over exams, since she knew how seriously you took them. This time, she’d roped all your other friends into her prank, so you weren’t sure if you should take her for her word or not. “Do you have any idea if she’s right? Or did she get to you too?”

Ollie shook his head. “No, I don’t think we do. Professor Gilliam would have told us for sure.” “Yeah, on that damn cursed blackboard,” you responded, nodding your head in agreement. “Fucking Penny keeps lying to me. I’m so annoyed.” “Sorry, Y/N,” Ollie said apologetically, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He curled his hands into fists, preparing himself for what he would do next. “Anyways, I had a question of my own to ask you. Um…”

You looked up at him, subconsciously leaning forward like Ollie was about to tell you a secret. “Don’t tell me you stole Gilliam’s planner and you want my help to hide it.”

Ollie laughed, but it sounded shrill and fake to his ears. “No, definitely not. Um, it’s something else.” He worried at his lower lip, thinking how best to phrase this. “The winter formal is coming up, and I was wondering…” 

You blinked up at him, still confused. 

This is the point of no return, Ollie mused internally. Please God, don’t let me fuck this up.

“I was wondering if you would do me the honors of being my date?” he finally spat out, the words clipped and almost indecipherable.

Your face froze in shock, jaw dropping a moment later as your brain processed what Ollie had said. “You…You want me to be your date?” you stammered out.

Ollie nodded, panic starting to well up in his gut, his fight-or-flight response activating the longer you didn’t say yes. He steeled himself, willing himself not to bolt or melt into a puddle of mush on the pathway where you stood. “Yeah. If you want. If you already have a date, I understand. It’s totally OK, Y/N, if you don’t want to go with me.”

“Oh…Ol…” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, clasping your hands behind your back. “Of course I’d like to be your date. I was wondering when you’d grow the balls to ask me out.”

A surge of relief flooded through Ollie and he let out a long sigh. “Thank God. I was worried I’d have to change my name and leave the country, that’s how mortified I’d be.”

“You think I’d really say no to you?” You questioned him, crinkling your nose. “That would be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and I once cut my own bangs.”

Ollie rubbed the back of his neck, still in shock. “Your bangs are beautiful, Y/N.”

“Yeah, now that I let a professional cut them,” you shot back, giggling. “Not all of us can have perfectly styled hair all the time, Bearman.”

“I might have perfectly styled hair, but you’re fully perfect in my eyes, L/N,” Ollie retorted, his chin jutting out defiantly. “I didn’t ask out those other girls because I knew I wanted to ask you.”

You put your hands on your hips, beaming like a beautiful ray of sunshine. “Yet it took you almost a fortnight to do so. Imagine.”

“You try asking your crush out to a dance, and then you’ll see.”

“I almost had to because you were such a scaredy cat!” you chortled, nudging Ollie playfully on the shoulder. “But it worked out. Guess I’m stuck with you for a while now, hm?”

Ollie elbowed you back. “Hey, Y/N! I’m not that much of a hassle. You know you adore me.”

“Sure, Bearman. Whatever lets you sleep easy at night,” you teased lightheartedly.

“Don’t even deny it. Why else would you stick by me? For my social status? You and I both know you don’t care about that. So, it has to be my charm and good looks.”

“Someone has an ego,” you chaffed. “But you’re not wrong. It’s something about that dopey face that really drew me in.” Thank you, God, for giving me the courage to ask this girl out and the charm to be approved by her, Ollie thought to himself, suppressing a smile as he listened to you talk.

He absolutely could not wait for Saturday to arrive.

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[brnesblogposts]

facetime.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

reblobs appreciated :))

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The TV was on in the background, a comfort sitcom playing as you scrolled through your socials endlessly. Bored now you opened messages, pressing on your only pinned contact, Bucky.

''hey, wyd'' you sent only seconds before it told you he'd read it, and then his contact photo flashed up because he was calling you. You groaned internally because you hated talking on the phone, it was so awkward for no reason and you could never figure out if it was your turn to speak or not. You answered;

“Hi, dollface” Bucky knew the effect that name had on you and you could see him smirk as he saw your cheeks heat up.

“Bucky you know I don’t like talking over the phone.. that’s why I texted you!” You groaned and he only laughed in response.

“Missed that pretty face of yours” His smile along with those words made you hide your face in your knees which were bent up against your chest.

“Don’t go shy on me, baby..” He laughed enjoying how flustered you got because of him “let me see my girl.” He cooed. Begrudgingly you lifted your now flushed face to look back at the screen to see his victorious grin.

“There she is” He smiles. “How come you texted me?” He does you a solid and changes the subject.

“I’m bored” You frown dramatically which Bucky finds so endearing.

“You’re bored?” he smiles “You know i’m on a mission right? A very important top secret mission”

“If it’s so important then why are you on your phone!” You furrow your eyebrows at him “and, why’d you call me” you all but grin.

Bucky is laughing before sighing “Well Sam is on patrol right now, looking for any activity and I thought I would use my break and be a great boyfriend and check on my girl. But if you don’t wanna talk to me then I guess i’ll hang up..” He dramatically rolls his eyes and in the camera you can see his hand going towards the screen.

“No!” You squeal and he smiles at your reaction.

“No?” He smirks.

“Please don’t hang up, if you do I might die of boredom and then you wouldn’t have a girlfriend anymore” Shaking your head you sigh.

“Well we can’t have that..” He holds back his laugh “I guess i’ll save you from the impending doom of boredom”

“Aren’t you sweet!” You smile

“Not as sweet as you my angel” This makes you blush once again and he chuckles.

“Stop doing that” You respond quietly as your face is still red.

“Stop doing what, doll?” Bucky plays dumb knowing this will only invoke you further.

“Don’t play dumb, you know what you’re doing” You glare down the phone at him.

“I’m not playing dumb. Tell me, what am I doing sweetheart?” That shit eating grin is back on his face. You groan. “You’re cute when you’re flustered” He retorts.

“Shut up!” You hide your face once again in embarrassment and hear his booming laugh on the other end of the phone, music to your ears.

“Okay, fine. I’ll stop I promise!” You’re sure he’s lying “Just take your face out of your knees?” As you do so you see the pout he’s sporting that quickly turns into a smile when he sees you again.

“My pretty girl” Bastard. You try to remain expressionless, the blush on your neck and cheeks betraying you.

“Bucky.”

“Yes, dollface?” Hes having so much fun.

A smile is threatening to break through your facade.

“Is your boredom cured yet?” He asks, to which you realise it is, because he has flustered you so much you are now overwhelmed rather than bored.

“Actually.. yeah.” You nod.

Bucky furrows his brows “Where is my thank you? I saved you from the grim reaper of boredom” He fakes an angry expression.

“Thank you, baby.” You respond with a smile seeing his cheeks redden a bit.

“You’re welcome, lyubov. (my love)”

The both of you seemed to fall into a comfortable silence as you just looked at each other through your phones for a few minutes until a sound came from Bucky’s end.

“Sam’s back. I have to go” A sadness tainted his voice.

“I love you, stay safe i’ll see you soon” You blew a kiss to him through the screen.

“I love you too, doll” He imitated catching the kiss and smiled then hung up, leaving you to stare at your phone wallpaper of the both of you making silly faces on one of your first dates.

[inlovewithdob]

Again?

(I kinda hate this also first time writing smut so not sure if face riding was the best idea but I hope it’s still enjoyable to read but stiles makes everything better)

18+ mdi, not proofread

It had started off as a regular friday night movie-marathon sleepover, with “Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith” selected as the evenings choice (for the hundredth time). Your right cheek smooshed against his chest facing the block of screen in front of the awkward shaped couch holding up your cuddling bodies. Until the scene where anakin wakes up all sweaty and shirtless from a bad dream sparked something in you and your hand began to absentmindedly draw “innocent”little shapes along his torso dragging lower and lower. Right before your sneaky little fingers made its way beneath his flannel pants, his slender fingers encircled your wrist preventing them from going any further. “And what do you think you’re doing?” Stiles questioned, amused by your actions.

“Nothing” you chirped, to quickly to hide your sheepish tone.

“Huh that’s funny, cause it looked like you were getting a bit handsy there” he quipped with a raised brow.

“Whatever” you mumbled, stubbornly burying your face back in his chest to not give him the satisfaction of seeing your flustered expression

The curve of his pointer finger hooked underneath your chin to face up at him again “oh come don’t be embarrassed. I know what shirtless anakin does to you, but I’m not jealous since I know you find me hotter and I get to reap all the delicious benefits” His finger was quick to block your lips attack to his. Grinning when his ears caught your mumbled “jerk”

Your pouted lips part to start your whine but then get immediately smashed with his. He must’ve have been waiting for this since the movie started, because he almost can’t bear to wait a single second longer before his tongue pierces its way through your mouth’s opening, deeply exploring its surroundings and groaning at the lingering taste of peach rings still coating your taste buds. The air in your lungs gets momentarily knocked out with how tight and quickly his veined protruding arms lock around your waist. With your hands instinctively following the curve of his chest towards the nape of his neck slipping the brown fluffs between your fingers. Pulling with a slight -but aggressive- tug, emitting a delicious almost-whimper that found its way up his throat. That was your tipping point, physically feeling the pool of arousal leaking into your panties.

“Sti…need more-please” your wines cutting out with every roll of your aching core against his rapidly growing bulge. Desperate for that delicious taste of friction.

“Sit on my face baby” your expression visibly changed at his reply.

That’s not something you’ve guys ever even talked about it. Let alone- done. You weren’t sure if his words were an accident. Or his horniness got the best of him (wow shocker). I mean…you didn’t hate the idea. He was the first to initiate going down on you most of the time. Devouring your overstimulated cunt until you had to literally pull away his latched mouth by a fistful of his hair. Blocking out his whines of protests, ‘taste so good’ ‘more baby please’. Needless to say you both thoroughly enjoyed the activity. So I mean face sitting could only be better. But of course, you still had your doubts.

“What?”

“You heard me, I want you to sit on my face” his golden orbs darkening by the second, boring into yours.

“How much porn have you been watching?” You tease, in an attempt to lighten the mood

“None, I already told you you’re the only porn I need.” He pauses to readjust the needy hard-on straining the tight material of his jeans “just want your pillowy thighs squeezing my eyes out. Want you to use me, ride my face. Need it”

“But sti” your quick to protest. “What if I choke you? Or suffocate you? Oh god, or if I like I don’t know, drown you in my come? Is that even possible? Whatever. Oh my god and what if I?- AH”

Your ramble comes to halt with the insert of his finger inside your dripping heat erupting a moan from deep within. You were to busy word vomiting to realize he was sneakily pulling your attire to the side. A whine soon following when he pulled away.

“Baby” he murmurs, “drowning in your come, buried in between your thighs, literally sounds like the perfect way to die”

“I just don’t wanna hurt you” you mumbled, chin drooping towards your chest no longer holding eye contact.

His features softened “The only way you would hurt me is if you don’t sit on my face” he spoke gently, “and if it makes you feel any better, I’ll tap your thigh three times if it’s to much” (spoiler alert. He doesn’t)

Your plump lips flash a small smile, grateful he was making sure you were comfortable and showing that he wants it as well.

As soon as you nodded, his hands were quick to rid you of those flowy pajama shorts and panties that were no good anymore from how soaked through they were(another to add to the collection). Already guiding your hips to straddle above his overly eager face.

“Are you sure about this?” Not even trying to hide the uncertainty in your voice

“Couldn’t be anymore sure, now please baby, sit on my face, need it” you could feel the bruising indents his palms were already starting to leave on your hips from how tight his grip is to control himself from just plopping you on his mouth and never letting you back up.

His encouraging words sparked enough confidence to start slowly lowering yourself onto his awaiting mouth. Your core slowly makes its descent down but abruptly stopped

“Stiles I don’t know about thi- AH” his patience snapped. And took matters into his own hands, and sunk you down himself. Not even letting you adjust to the new feeling of the upturn of his nose lodged in your pelvis or the tip of his tongue rapidly assaulting your dripping cunt, selfishly lapping up his favorite flavor.

“Fuck this is amazing” he groans, circling the tip of his nose around your sensitive nub.

It’s all to much. The sensations intensifying by the second. Unforgivingly lapping at your folds ignoring your pleads of overstimulation. His sweet little praises flowing from his mouth are complete dichotomy to the other sinful things it’s doing. The thin sheet of sweat beading its way down your flushed body. The sounds of pure bliss tumbling past your parted lips only encouraging him to redouble his ministrations. Not even hiding or embarrassed in any way on how his hands rummage for any skin-on-skin contact they can locate. Whether it’s tweaking your pebby teats, cupping the curve of your ass to stimulate a grinding movement against his overjoyed face. Or just down right palming and stroking himself.

“So clo-OH-se- need more-AH” you wale, your hips gyrating against his nose’s peak on their own accord.

“Shh baby, I got you” he murmurs gently as if he isn’t completely devouring your sex. Neither of you both were ever good at lasting long, leading to several breaks between rounds. Picking up on your slight tenses and chocked gasps. And upgrading to an ungodly pace. It only took one more dive of his skilled muscle before gushes of white-hot heat ascended through your quivering body. The pleasure band located in your lower tummy snapping emitting a loud cry from both of your lips. The feeling of your tangy arousal drenching his face paired with the sound of his name tumbling from your flushed lips in whiney moans didn’t help with the painful hard on he’s struggling with currently. God he will never get over how good you look when you come.

The movements of his tongue doesn’t falter, only slows down enough to drag out your blissful high for as long as possible. From the way he looks underneath you, it would seem like he’s the one who just got the life sucked out of him. But he’s a giver and finds comfort in your happiness (and also got to eat you out and play with your breasts which is always a win). Once your panting smooths into a more normal breathing pace, he carefully lifts you up from the waist and lays you down against the couch while he gets up, and whispers a “be right back”. But you barely notice, already sleepily getting situated on the plush cushions searching for comfort and warmth. After a bit he returns and a smile grows on his face at the sight of you curled up with his pillow to inpatient for him to bring back a blanket. But he still gently lays it on top you. And takes it upon himself to clean up the mess of crumbs your junk food made and pressed ‘off’ on the tv remote.

Once the living room looked ‘good enough’ or clean enough to not receive a scolding by his dad. He found comfort in laying next to your unconscious dazed out body, sandwiching you between his warmth and the couch sealed off with a fluffy blanket on top of you both. Of course he somehow managed to trip and let out an embarrassingly high pitched yelp, awaking you. “Sti?”

“Shh shh go back to sleep” he murmured, quick to let you get back to your much needed slumber and wrapping his arm around your tank top clad waist impossibly closer.

“Love’ou” was all you could manage to respond in your drowsy condition

“I love you to” he punctuated with a soft kiss to your forehead. But his gentle demeanor morphed into a more cheeky mischievous one.

“Soooo, when can we do that again?”

[atinyslittleworld]

The Next Morning

hyungline x f!reader

Genre: humour, explicit, fluff

Warnings: MDNI 18+

a/n: i saw that a couple of you when you read drunkteez u were interested in seeing the boys' reactions the next morning and what they said, so here it is, enjoy xx

Hongjoong

Hongjoong woke up with a pounding headache and a mouth dry as sandpaper. Squinting through the haze of his hangover, he found himself lying in bed, the sunlight streaming through the curtains making his head throb even more.

Y/N was sitting on the edge of the bed, a bemused smile on her face as she sipped her coffee. Seeing him stir, she set the cup down and leaned closer. "Morning, sleepyhead," she teased.

Hongjoong groaned, trying to sit up but wincing from the pain. "What happened last night?" he mumbled, rubbing his temples.

Y/N’s smile widened. "Oh, just the usual. You got pretty hammered and said some interesting things."

Hongjoong's eyes widened with concern. "What kind of things?"

She smirked, trying to suppress a laugh. "Well, at one point, you looked me dead in the eye and asked if I’d ride you like a noble steed."

Hongjoong’s face turned bright red. "You’re kidding."

Y/N shook her head, still amused. "Nope. I was tempted to pull out my phone and record you, but I didn’t want to embarrass you too much."

Hongjoong buried his face in his hands, mortified. "Please tell me I didn’t actually say that."

Y/N laughed, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Oh, you definitely did. And just for the record, you’re lucky I find you charming even when you’re drunk."

He groaned again, trying to process the embarrassment while Y/N’s laughter echoed in his ears. "Never again," he muttered.

"Sure, sure," she said, patting his back. "Just make sure to take it easy next time. And maybe let’s avoid any more requests for medieval-themed activities."

Hongjoong could only nod, still hiding his face, while Y/N continued to chuckle at his expense.

Seonghwa

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room. Y/N stirred first, blinking against the sunlight as she slowly came to her senses. Seonghwa was still asleep beside her, his hand loosely gripping hers, a peaceful expression on his face. She smiled, the events of the previous night coming back to her.

Carefully, she slipped out of his grasp and headed to the kitchen, deciding to make some coffee before he woke up. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the air, and as Y/N poured two mugs, she heard the sound of shuffling feet behind her.

"Morning," Seonghwa's voice came, still groggy with sleep. He leaned against the doorway, rubbing his eyes as he tried to shake off the remnants of his hangover.

"Morning," Y/N replied with a warm smile, holding out a mug to him. "How are you feeling?"

He took the mug gratefully, taking a cautious sip before answering. "Like I got hit by a truck," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "I barely remember anything from last night."

Y/N chuckled, motioning for him to sit down at the small kitchen table. "Well, you were pretty out of it. We had quite the adventure getting you home."

Seonghwa winced slightly, sitting down and running a hand through his messy hair. "I didn’t do anything too embarrassing, did I?"

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing, taking a seat across from him. "You were mostly just your usual charming self," she said teasingly. "But there was one thing you said that was… interesting."

Seonghwa's eyes widened slightly, a look of curiosity mixed with apprehension crossing his face. "Oh no, what did I say?"

She hesitated for a moment, trying to keep a straight face. "Well, you mentioned something about wanting me to, uh… choke you during sex."

Seonghwa froze, his eyes widening in horror as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. "I said what?"

Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer, the memory of his drunken confession too much to keep to herself. "Yeah, you were very sincere about it, too," she managed to say between giggles.

Seonghwa groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing. I can’t believe I said that."

Y/N reached across the table, gently placing her hand on his. "Hey, it’s okay," she said softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "We all say weird things when we’re drunk. Besides, it’s not like I’m judging you for it."

He peeked at her from between his fingers, still mortified but comforted by her understanding. "I just… I didn’t want to freak you out or anything."

Y/N smiled, her eyes warm as she looked at him. "You didn’t freak me out, Hwa. It actually made me realize how much you trust me. That means a lot."

Seonghwa finally lowered his hands, his embarrassment fading into something more tender. He reached out to intertwine their fingers, giving her a grateful look. "I really do trust you, Y/N. With everything."

She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand. "And I trust you too, Seonghwa. No matter what you say—drunk or sober—I’m here for you."

He smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he relaxed into the moment. "I love you," he said softly, his eyes filled with affection.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, her heart swelling with emotion.

Yunho

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Yunho groaned softly, the remnants of his hangover pressing against his temples. He blinked his eyes open, squinting at the brightness before he noticed Y/N sitting at the edge of the bed, a cup of coffee in her hands and a knowing smile on her face.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," she teased, handing him the coffee as he sat up, rubbing his face.

Yunho took a grateful sip, the warmth soothing his slightly throbbing head. "Morning," he mumbled, still trying to piece together the events of the previous night. "Did I do anything stupid?"

Y/N chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, you were quite the chatterbox last night."

Yunho raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What did I say?"

Taking another sip from her own cup, Y/N leaned in a little closer, her voice light and playful. "You told me all about your fight with a kangaroo... and then, you got really serious and said something about wanting to... you know... do it in the car, in the middle of the city where everyone could see."

Yunho froze mid-sip, his eyes widening as he processed her words. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, but instead of getting embarrassed, a slow smirk spread across his face. He put the cup down and looked at her, his expression equal parts amused and thoughtful.

"Did I, now?" he mused, a hint of playful challenge in his voice. "Well, it’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had."

Y/N's jaw dropped slightly at his response, her face flushing a deeper shade of pink. "You're not serious," she said, half-laughing, half-nervous.

Yunho leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Why not? Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? A little bit of adventure never hurt anyone."

She stared at him in disbelief, a mixture of amusement and exasperation bubbling inside her. "Yunho, you were drunk! That wasn’t you talking, that was the alcohol."

He shrugged, still smirking. "Maybe, but now that you’ve mentioned it, it’s not like I can stop thinking about it." He reached out, gently taking her hand and pulling her closer to him. "What do you say, Y/N? Up for a little spontaneity?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. "You’re impossible, Yunho," she said, shaking her head, but there was a spark of intrigue in her eyes.

Yunho grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "That’s why you love me," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She sighed, leaning into him. "Just promise me one thing," she murmured.

"Anything."

"Let’s save the wild ideas for when you’re sober next time, okay?"

Yunho laughed, the sound rich and full. "Deal," he agreed, but the playful glint in his eyes told her that this wouldn’t be the last time he brought it up.

Yeosang

Y/N stirred in bed, her head pounding slightly from the previous night's indulgence. She groaned quietly, rubbing her temples as the memories of their drunken escapades began to filter back into her mind.

Beside her, Yeosang shifted, his face buried in the pillow as he mumbled something incoherent. His hair was a mess, and he looked as disheveled as Y/N felt. She smiled at the sight, a wave of affection washing over her as she recalled his silly, drunken confession from the night before.

Sitting up slowly, Y/N stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the dull throb in her head. As she looked around the room, the events of the previous night replayed in her mind like a hazy dream—stumbling into the apartment, the shared laughter, and, of course, Yeosang's bold declaration.

She glanced over at the windows, the city now bathed in the gentle light of the early morning. An idea sparked in her mind, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Yeosang, who was still half-asleep.

Padding over to the windows, Y/N stood in front of them, the light from outside illuminating her figure. She turned her head slightly, glancing back at Yeosang with a teasing glint in her eyes. The memory of his words—"one night, I want to have sex right here"—echoed in her mind, and she couldn't resist playing along.

Yeosang stirred again, this time lifting his head groggily as he tried to orient himself. His eyes found Y/N standing by the windows, the morning light framing her in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. For a moment, he was confused, the events of last night still a jumble in his mind. But then, as he saw the playful expression on her face, it all came rushing back—the fumbling in the dark, the laughter, and his own tipsy confession.

"Y/N..." he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as he propped himself up on one elbow. "What are you doing?"

Y/N didn’t say anything at first, just continued to look at him with that teasing smile, her body angled slightly toward the glass. "Just thinking about what you said last night," she finally replied, her tone light and full of amusement. "Something about these windows... and the city lights."

Yeosang’s eyes widened slightly as the memory fully clicked into place, and he felt a flush creep up his neck. He groaned, half in embarrassment, half in amusement, and flopped back down onto the bed, covering his face with his hands. "Oh God, did I really say that?"

Y/N laughed softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You did," she confirmed, moving away from the windows and back toward the bed. "And you were so serious about it, too."

Peeking out from behind his hands, Yeosang looked up at her, his expression a mix of sheepishness and fondness. "I was drunk," he said, as if that excused everything.

Y/N leaned over, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "I know," she whispered, her smile turning tender. "But it was cute, in a way."

Yeosang groaned again, but there was a smile playing on his lips as well. "I can’t believe I said that," he muttered, shaking his head. "But... you were right. It would be beautiful, though."

Y/N nodded, settling back down on the bed beside him, her head resting on his chest. "One day," she echoed, the two of them sharing a quiet moment of understanding.

They lay there together, the memories of the night before gradually fading into the comfortable silence of the morning. The city continued to hum outside, but within the walls of their apartment, everything was calm and peaceful. Y/N closed her eyes, the remnants of her hangover slowly easing as she listened to Yeosang’s steady heartbeat.