#( squeezes u until u explode. )

[intergalaticrabbit]

beach day ☀️🏖️

[nanaslutt]

toji looooooves lazy handjobs in bed after work. he snuggles u up to his side while u throw ur leg over his and jerk him off, but he still likes it rough, so he thrusts up into your hand, meeting you stroke for stroke while he grunts and groans into your hair, moaning to jerk him off harder, to squeeze him tighter, so fuck him faster until he has no choose but to explode all over ur fingers, abs contracting and back bowing while he writhes through his messy orgasm

[narcjsistx]

𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | sae, shidou, rin (part two)

— sae itoshi

✶ Sae seems like someone who actually likes to wear bracelets, rings or necklaces, but can't wear them often due to the matchs he plays, where he would risk breaking them. going back to the basic concept, his gifts would probably be matching jewelry, especially rings... so, in case you were someone who wears them and rarely takes them off, he would try to do the same thing. during matches he would hang the ring on a string that he would put in his pocket or around his neck, kissing it before starting the match or squeezing it after scoring a goal

✶ I don't know exactly why, but beyond the canonical fetish for the ass, I see him as someone who would aim to have a partner with well groomed hands, like nails with polish, smooth and without calluses. he's not a big fan of PDA, the only thing he would do is hold your hand and occasionally leave a prying kiss on the back. in private he is certainly more open, and one thing he loves is massaging his partner's hand; it's a gesture he now makes almost unconsciously

✶ Sae didn't have instagram until he met you, you practically forced him to create an account! he resisted his manager telling him to do the same for a long time, but for you it was only enough once. he just put a profile photo, you had to do it for him the bio and some highlights, about past or future matches. a few days later you opened instagram and noticed that his account had a highlights that you hadn't created, entitled "her": you opened it and there were some photos of you, the ones that Sae considered most important (even if he loves them all). needless to say, your heart was about to explode

what would he post on socials ↓

✶ as a child he may have thought about it a bit, but after joining ReAl he didn't have the time to think about it again. he wouldn't mind having a family sooner or later, but probably after winning the U-20 world cup. two children would be fine, possibly a boy and a girl. he just knows that in some way his children would remind him of him and Rin as lil kids

✶ jealosy level: 5/10

✶ flirtiness level: 7/10 (let's specify, ABSOLUTELY NOT in public, but in private maybe he would indulge in some jokes)

✶ pet names: "amor" / "y/n" / "pretty"

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— ryusei shidou

✶ even if it doesn't seem like it, Shidou is relatively a normal person as a boyfriend... is there a concept of personal space? not that, but otherwise it's normal. the only "flaw" he may have is that he must CONSTANTLY have his hand touching you when you're together, whether it's a hand on your thigh or an arm around your shoulders: he simply needs to feel you. PDA is no big deal for him: he want to kiss you in front of everyone? he will do it, whatever the cost. if you say he can kiss you after winning a game and it's live nationally, why can't he do it in front of his group of homies?

✶ Shidou seems like someone actually very deep, or at least that seems to be described in some parts of his character sheet. Late night chats are literally the level of mental intimacy he hopes to achieve with his partner... he's someone who doesn't sleep much, so he has a lot of energy and hardly gets tired even after hours of talking. You and him tightly hugging on his bed, lights off and just everything that goes through your head... doesn't everything seem perfect?

✶ you know very well that every time he has a match he makes comments that, let's say, put him in a "bad light", or in any case make him seem less interested in you. before being with you he didn't mind saying things like that on the field, and more or less the same thing has remained since you got together as a couple... BUT THERE IS A BUT! every time, once the game is over and above all won, he makes sure to run to you before even celebrating with his teammates: whether you are in the VIP area or not, he will come to you to kiss you with all the passion he has. let's say he uses his method to reconfirm to the people that he is happily taken

what would he post on socials ↓

✶ GET MARRIED AND HAVE MANY CHILDREN AS POSSIBLE? YEAAAAH. no okay maybe not like that, but on the issue of children he doesn't lie... certainly with the career as a striker he has, he has no problems with money, and therefore with maintaining kids. let's say that for marriage it's different... he doesn't find any sense in it, in reality, he only sees it as something superficial: if he loves you and you know it, why have such a ceremony?. so let's say it's 50/50: he would do it if you asked him but at the same time he wouldn't mind not being married

✶ jealosy level: 1/10 (he trusts you too much to even think about it)

✶ flirtiness level: 10/10

✶ pet names: "doll" / "darling" / "love"

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— rin itoshi

✶ Rin hides under his serious and calculating gaze a boy who simply needs to vent after everything that happened with his older brother. Before being together as a couple he would never have expected to be able to cry in front of someone, but with you it was all quite natural: it took months and a lot of patience to show him that you really cared about him and that you wanted him to feel comfortable with you, but in the end he let himself go and was finally able to tell someone what not even he himself could explain. he'll never admit it but he believes that was the moment he realized how important you really were to him, and how much he simply wanted someone who could understand him

✶ He has a sort of fetish for seeing you in his clothes: it doesn't matter if the clothes are tight, big or the right size, just seeing you in that black sweatshirt of his or in his PxG uniform is enough to send him into crisis. he can't even explain to you why he likes it so much, but the fact that you're wearing something that smells like him is definitely a valid reason. you once surprised him by showing up at one of his matches wearing a jacket with "rin" written on the back, and we can say that he appreciated it to the point of having to prove it to you in some way: that time the match ended 9-0, goal all marked by him

✶ He may be one of the best if not the best, but after finishing the practice he simply needs to rest with you next to him, even more so if the coach was more unpleasant than usual or he simply did a lot of things wrong due to distraction (which is impossible considering it's Rin). Whether on the couch after cleaning himself or in the shower, while you rub shampoo into his hair it doesn't matter, he just needs to feel your presence

what would he post on socials ↓

✶ as a child he often saw other children playing at being married, but he was never actually interested, also because on the one hand it disgusted him to think of having to be tied to a person forever and kiss them on the mouth. as he's grown up he's changed his opinion, he's definitely the marriageable type and he'd actually like to get married as soon as possible: what's the point in leaving you legally free if you've stolen his heart?. let's say that he has a fairly positive opinion about children, he just knows that they arrive after a certain amount of time after marriage: he would like to have two girls... growing up as one of two brothers, both boys, he knows how boys are more problematic than girls

✶ jealosy level: 6/10

✶ flirtiness level: 3/10

✶ pet names: "y/n" / "love"

[reidology13]

Hi i love ur writing , ur a really a good author!! If ur taking requests, and u feel inspired, would u mind writing more aaron x babysitter? I just read the two u wrote and they got me in a chokehold.

Maybe more pre-relationship shenanigans? I was eating up the lack of boundaries they had for people who are not dating. Maybe more of that? I'm trying to think of a prompt im sorry if this is too vague.

Maybe he starts calling her pet names (i would explode if aaron called me pet names ) or she calls to check on him at work or something that r clearly coupley things?

If not, that's fine. Love ur work!!

'til there was you

cw: age gap, hotch calls reader 'sweetheart', insecurities, pining? lots and lots of fluff wc: 1.6k a/n: tysm anon you're so kind, knowing that you enjoy my writing made my week <3 I kinda mixed your two prompts together, except hotch calls from work instead of reader so I hope it's still what you wanted!

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The sound of the phone ringing on the bench echoed throughout the kitchen, and you finished plating Jack’s dinner in record speed before you picked it up, squeezing it between your ear and shoulder. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face at the sound of Aaron’s voice greeting you on the other end of the line.

“Hey, Aaron.” You did your best to keep your tone in check, trying to keep the very visible smile from showing audibly, not wanting him to profile your voice.

“How are you doing?” His voice was low, and you could just make out the chatter in the background that you’d learnt to associate with police stations over the past three years. You noticed the rough sound of exhaustion in his cadence, and damn if it wasn’t attractive, even if it made you worry an unfair amount about his well being.

“Good, Jack’s good, we went out today and he ran himself ragged, so I’m making him an early dinner. He’ll be out the moment his head hits the pillow, trust me.” You glanced over at the boy, sitting at the coffee table with a small puzzle that he’d been working on for a half hour, you’d let him finish it after dinner.

“You know I always trust you. I just called to tell you I’ll be home early tonight, I should get there in an hour or two.” That got your attention, he almost never left work before the sun set below the DC skyline, or, well, you weren’t sure what the horizon looked like in Quantico.

“Oh, okay, I’ll see you then?” You carried the plates over to the dining table, pausing the conversation for a moment to tell Jack to wash his hands, then to undo that hygienic work by handing him the phone. He spoke to Aaron for a minute or two, his four-year-old attention span incapable of paying attention to a faceless conversation when there were chicken nuggets on the plate in front of him. You took the phone back, finishing the extended conversation with a few short words.

“See you soon, Sweetheart.” The sound of the call ending reverberated through your ears, a feedback loop of high-pitched ringing combined with the faint sound of his voice, and you couldn’t help but be glad he wasn’t there to witness how easily you fell apart from one simple word. Throughout dinner Jack managed to pull you out of your thoughts, mostly due to pure persistence on his part, asking question after question until you had no choice but to engage to his satisfaction. It worked, that is until you had helped him through his night time routine and put him safely to bed. He went to sleep just as easily as you had expected, and you’d checked your watch to discover it was almost seven, and Aaron would be arriving at any moment, if he had been right about when he would be there.

Sweetheart.

He’d said it so casually, like it was how he referred to you on a regular basis, like it wasn’t the first time you had ever heard that name from his lips. It made it far worse, in a way, knowing that in your presence he had never used it for someone else. Of course, he probably had, but to your ears that name was reserved specifically for you. That was the kind of thing he did, small, meaningless gestures that made you wonder, question, two things you absolutely should not have risked doing.

So you were lost in thought, again, Jack’s momentary distraction rendered useless in the face of a silent house, waiting for Aaron to arrive, too preoccupied to consider distracting yourself with menial chores. Luckily, or unluckily, he arrived shortly after you’d put Jack to bed, you’d likely had less than an hour before he walked through the door. He called out your name quietly, careful not to wake Jack, and seemed in a fairly good mood for after a case.

“Hi.” You mumbled, dodging his gaze as he sat down beside you on the couch, and you swore you could feel the exact moment his gaze sharpened, undoubtedly noticing your avoidant behaviour.

“What’s wrong?” He brushed his hand against your shoulder, silently asking for your attention, as if he didn’t have all of it before he even walked through the front door. You looked up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, just knowing that he could see your face was nerve-wracking enough. The profiler in him was undoubtedly reading every one of your expressions, and he likely knew your emotions before you did.

“Nothing, I promise.” He scoffed at your words, and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment at your words, naive enough to convince yourself he wouldn’t know the moment the lie left your lips.

“You can’t lie to me, tell me what it is.” When denial failed, diversion was probably right below as the backup in whatever profiler’s dictionary the must have helped write, although that did nothing to stop you from jumping right to it.

“You never get home this early.” He tensed, and his hand stilled against your shoulder—-where, you realised, he had been casually rubbing your skin through your shirt for the past few moments—before relaxing back into his usual demeanour, raising a judging eyebrow, as if to tell you he knew exactly what you were trying.

“We wrapped it up, I didn’t need to stay in the office.” He almost never needed to, but he always did, and he hadn’t run to Jack when he came through the door, instead he seemed to be latching to you, “Now tell me what’s bothering you, Sweetheart.”

Oh, so he really wanted you dead, there was no other explanation for his behaviour, he must have known how you felt, and he was using it to kill you. It was unfair, what you said next was basically against your will, he had forced it out of you with his gentle touches and cruel words.

“You’ve never called me ‘Sweetheart,’ before.” Possibly the worst thing you had ever said to him, which was certainly saying something, since you always managed to lose half of your brain cells simply by breathing the same air as him.

“And that has you all worried because…” The amused lilt in his tone made your stomach curl in on itself, a mix of embarrassment and something you didn’t want to name settling heavily within you. That knowing spark in his eye that never failed to make you squirm, although you could never be entirely sure why.

In some unbidden stroke of genius, you managed to find a reasonable excuse that didn’t sound like the most carefully bullshitted sentence in history, “People say things like that when they’re about to let someone down. I was worried I was fired or something.”

His eyes softened, and you almost felt bad for bringing about the guilt in his eyes, although remembering that your lie was single-handedly carrying your dignity helped with the shame a fair bit. He ran his hand over yours where it rested on your thigh, while the other continued rubbing gently over the clothed skin of your shoulder. You assumed this was his attempt at soothing you, unfortunately all he was succeeding at was increasing your heart rate and making it hard to breathe.

“Oh, Sweetheart, of course not. You’re part of the family, I could never let you go.” He smiled at you, and despite the fact that you were seated, you swore you went weak at the knees, your breath hitching at how close he was, how easy it would be to lean forward.

“Then why?” Your voice was slightly too breathless, and the way he didn’t even seem to notice made it all just that much harder to hold yourself back. But at the same time it acted as a reminder of exactly why you couldn’t ever have him. He had no idea, and no matter how alluring that obliviousness was, if he ever did find out you would, in fact, lose the job he was promising you would have for as long as you wanted. You knew that realistically he wouldn’t be able to continue hiring you once Jack was fourteen or fifteen, and decidedly too old to have a babysitter. You also knew that once you had finished your education, you would find a job that would help you pay for an actual apartment, and maybe, one day, a house and family. But it was the thought that counted, and if you told him how you felt, you would lose it—lose him—forever.

“I don’t know. You’re one of the few people I’m close to, I want to separate you from everyone else.” There he was, making you wonder, once again, always switching up and finding ways to surprise you, just when you thought you’d figured him out.

You weren’t sure you had the words to respond to him, or if your voice would even comply if you tried to speak, so you simply nodded and turned away from him, just so that you were no longer looking in his eyes. What you didn’t do, however, was move away from his warm hands, so nice on your skin, even through the fabric of your shirt.

When it came to Aaron, you couldn’t seem to help but question, his hands so rough, with a soft touch that contrasted so beautifully. A name just for you, that told you he saw you as someone separate, different from everyone else, filling your heart with what could only be false hope. 

But if false hope was all you would get, you would take it every time, especially if it came with the added bonus of ‘Sweetheart,’ murmured so gently, the way you suspected it always would.

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tysm for reading!!

Tags: @reidmoony-toast @selmasdaydreams - Comment to be added <3

[syluxs]

mephisto’s feathery rival

pairing: sylus/reader

summary: you witness an unexpectedly soft side of him--completely captivated by a parrot.

notes: guys i am a big sucker for fluff too as u can see

"so, why are we here again?" sylus asked, glancing at you as you walked beside him.

"because i wanted to check on the birds," you replied, stretching your arms. "you make donations here, but i wanted to see if they're actually using the money for them."

you were excited to spend some time at the bird sanctuary, as you’d always been a fan of nature and animals, but you weren’t sure what sylus thought about it. he was incredibly kind to animals, and he had a deep interest and appreciation for them and the outdoors, often inviting you on hikes or quiet strolls through the forest, but you weren't very sure if he would be as enthusiastic as you were.

you were also thinking that maybe this was also a nice opportunity for him--an enjoyable break from the usual routine. 

you skipped all around the place, feeling all giddy as the peaceful chirping of birds filled the air, taking in the lush green surroundings. the birds were flitting in and out of the trees, the gentle rustling of leaves was a soft background sound to your stroll.

you could feel sylus’ gaze wandering around, but he didn't say much at first. his usual air of cool indifference remained intact--until you approached a particularly large enclosure, one filled with colorful parrots.

you admired their vibrant feathers, pointing out a particularly stunning blue and gold one. but then, without warning, sylus’ calm demeanor began to crack. his eyes widened as he watched a parrot hop onto the edge of its perch, cocking its head toward him.

"oh, that’s so cute," you said. sylus didn't answer, too focused on the bird. "he likes you!"

the corners of your lips quirked up, and you giggled quietly, noticing how his usual composed expression was slowly melting away. the bird squawked, and sylus blinked as it hopped towards his direction. he looked almost childlike--a quiet fascination that made your heart squeeze at how unexpectedly soft he looked.

without realizing it, you were stupidly smiling at the interaction. you had never seen sylus act like this before. he was usually the serious, no-nonsense kind of person, always in control. but now, he looked like a kid seeing something magical for the first time.

"you really do like birds, don't u?" you asked, your voice light with amusement.

sylus didn't respond. instead, he stepped a little closer to the enclosure, eyes glued to the parrot as it squawked and bobbed its head.

you watched as he crouched down, his usual coolness now slipping even further as he reached out a hand toward the bird. it was like he couldn’t help himself. his fingers lingered in the air, as if inviting the parrot to come closer. the bird hesitated for a moment before hopping even closer-- and then, to your surprise, it boldly stepped onto his outstretched finger.

sylus froze for a second, his breath catching as his eyes widened slightly. he looked almost startled, but then, his expression softened entirely. he didn’t move, letting the bird settle on his hand, his usual mighty self melting into something entirely different-- gentle, fascinated, completely absorbed in the tiny creature perched on him.

for a moment, you could hardly believe what you were seeing. sylus--your sylus--seemed utterly mesmerized. he had the expression of innocence and wonder you'd expect from a child seeing something new and exciting. he looked so adorable and endearing, you covered your mouth with your hand, it was so cute you wanted to explode right there at what you were seeing.

you leaned in slightly, teasing, "careful, sylus. mephisto might smell it on you when we get home."

sylus turned his head, eyes still wide but soft. "let him smell it," he replied, his voice a little quieter than usual. "i just..... wanted to see how close it’d come."

as if understanding his words, the bird fluffed its feathers and adjusted its stance, making itself comfortable on his hand. sylus’ lips curled into the tiniest of smiles, and he let out a quiet, genuine laugh--light, unguarded, and entirely unlike his usual self.

you quickly took so many pictures of him and the bird, unable to resist capturing the rare moment of sylus looking so captivated.

it was like a switch had flipped in him. the serious, calculated sylus was gone, replaced by someone far more approachable, someone who could be playful and curious. you were utterly enchanted by the sight.

"i didn’t expect you to be such a very-into-birds person," you said, teasing him gently.

sylus’ smile widened just slightly as he stood up again, brushing off his pants like he was trying to regain his composure. "i didn’t expect it either," he admitted, "but i guess i’ve got more to learn than i thought."

you chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection for him. this side of him was refreshing. it made him seem..... less invincible, more like someone you could share moments like this with.

as the two of you continued through the sanctuary, sylus seemed more relaxed, more open to taking in the little wonders of the world. it was a side of him that was rarely seen, especially by others, and you were glad to witness it, even if it was just for a brief moment.

when you reached the end of the path, sylus glanced at you, his usual composed demeanor returning, but the warmth in his eyes didn’t fade. "thanks for wanting to go here," he said, his voice soft but sincere.

you smiled, the day’s light lingering in your chest. "i’m glad you enjoyed it." you were also relieved to see that the birds looked healthy and thriving, knowing that sylus’ donations were truly being used for their wellbeing. "it's good to know they're in such good hands," you added, glancing at sylus with a satisfied smile.

he simply nodded, his hands in his pockets as you both walked out of the sanctuary, but the playful spark in his eyes remained, reminding you that even the coolest, most mature people could have a little spark of wonder within them.

you let out a small chuckle, thinking about the day’s events. "i can’t wait to tell mephisto what happened today."

you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eye. "oh, he’ll laugh alright--especially at how you got so excited about a bird..... he'll probably say that they’re sooo inferior to him."

sylus shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him as he walked alongside you. "he'll probably act all smug about it too," he mused. "like he’s some superior avian being."

you laughed. "oh, definitely. he’ll puff up his little chest and act like he’s the king of all birds."

sylus sighed in mock exasperation. "he already thinks that."

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ʜᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇꜱ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || He would never let paparazzi overwhelm you, not when he’s here.   

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, short oneshot, dating au, protective bkg, acts of service, he’s just a lil guy, 539 word count

It was practically chaos whenever the students were spotted outside campus.

A frankly annoying mix of paparazzi and chattering reporters, disrupting their previous peace — attempting to get through the crowd — as they try to make it back on school grounds from their mini outing.

"Give us some fucking space! We're not a damn circus act 'ya money hungry extras!"

He was on the verge of exploding right then and there.

Until he felt her practically glued to his side, hand firmly gripping onto his forearm — as if seeking comfort in the disarray of people — squinting at every flashing light from the snapping camera lenses.

The action unknowingly reminded himself that he's not alone, that he has a job to do.

He's quick to wrap his arm around her back — carefully guiding her closer — making sure not one of these extras lays even a single finger on her.

His threatening gaze zeroing in on those who are closest.

"Move it."

He scoffs when some shrink back, clearly caught off guard by his serious tone.

Talk about a bunch of weaklings...

Seeing an open opportunity, the blonde picks their pace up, shuffling towards the entrance.

"Fucking nosey shits."

They both visibly relax once they safely make it through, the automatic closing gates shutting out the loud voices from the other side, finally giving them time to breathe without a camera in their face.

A feeling that's unfortunately rare these days.

"There were more of them today huh? Honestly, I'm shocked that they are so persistent."

"Just our damn luck. It's like those pesky extras keep multiplying."

"Guess they're really invested in our lives..."

"Tch, more like they need to get one of their own."

Her head perks up as he turns to her, noticeably giving her figure a silent once over for any injuries or discomfort.

His crimson eyes looking straight into her own with slight concern, remembering the girls earlier anxiety in the crowd.

"You alright?"

She smiles at his protective nature — feeling a warm sensation in her chest — he's always like this.

Grumpy but still incredibly loving.

"Mhm! I just didn't want to be separated from you in the crowd—"

"As if I'd let that happen, idiot."

The girl could only laugh at his offended look, the combination of furrowed brows and crossed arms — looking away with a frown — clearly not finding humor in this situation.

"I'm serious, you know? I wouldn't let anything happen to you... dumbass."

Her eyes soften, taking a hold of his hand and giving it a — both gentle and reassuring — squeeze.

"I know, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you either."

He scoffs, giving her hand a squeeze back.

"I'm damn near untouchable but thanks for the thought."

She rolls her eyes.

Oblivious to the small smirk threatening to form on his face at her reaction.

"Is that your ego talking?"

"Nah, that's just the facts sweetheart."

He can see the way she bites back a shy smile at his teasing, sticking close to him as they walk towards the dorms.

Pride filling his heart in ways he never imagined at her clingy nature, it's not like he minded though.

After all, in the midst of a chaotic world, she could always rely on him.

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[starkeyisthelastname]

could u maybe do jj fucking reader while shes sleepin n she only wakes up when shes about to squirt everywhere :))

On the pull out couch of the Chateau, the tight surface below squeaked as JJ Maybank thrusted into you. He couldn’t help it. Your first sleepover on the cut, and he was balls deep inside of you while you slept. You were so precious while you slept, your pink pajamas snug to your curves.

Sharing the bed with you was difficult, your perky little ass pressed right up against him as you snoozed away. He tried to be good, considering you were such a sweet girl, but his raging hard on was too much.

His rough hands squeezed your hips, as he pounded your tight pussy, soft groans leaving his mouth. You were soaking wet, the sound of your squelching hole making him only want to thrust harder. JJ had no idea how you were sleeping through this, him not realizing the mess you were about to make.

The feeling of your lower tummy burning is what brought you out of a deep sleep. You didn’t know what the familiar feeling of it was from, until you realized that JJ’s cock was inside of you. You felt so full, your pussy squeezing his large length had you wanting to explode.

“Jayj.. I think..” You whimpered, the overwhelming sensation taking over that you barely had time to process. That’s when the both of you felt it. Your pussy, violently gushing all around you, soaking everything. Your mouth fell open in a scream, but was quickly covered by the dirty blonde’s ringed hand.

“Fuck, princess. I didn’t know you were a squirter.. need to fuck you while you are asleep more often.” He whispered in your ear, other hand coming around to flick your clit.

[tra1nchi]

Bottom!mreader who's sick!! :(( but then his boyfriend comes and helps him <33 when reader has to drink some yucky medicine and makes just the cutest face with tears threatening to fall, bf gets a lil too hard <33

Do this if u want, no stress I just rlly like the trope :)))

MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Crying,,Bj,,Dubc0n(? Reader is delusional/feverish)

He was trying to be nice!! He really was!! Taking care of his vulnerable boyfriend was a must for him,, But it isn't his fault how cute you are,,how your adorable, dazed, little eyes look up at him,,so kitten like,,

You'd cling onto him,,using him as a comfort toy and he couldn't help himself but get hard by it,,you were just rubbing up against his lap in the right ways,,it wasn't his fault,,

It was probably his favourite time while you were sick,,the time to take your medicine,,he was sat infront of you,,gently cooing as he brushed your sweaty hair out of your face,, "It's alright sweetheart, you're doing so well."

You leant into his touch and he could feel himself almsot explode!! Moving the syringe to your mouth to gently squirt the medicine in,,turning to pick up a cloth to wipe any that may have fallen down only to turn to seeing you making such a lewd face,,

Your eyes were squeezed shut,,tears pricking at the corner of them,,your face flushed and sweaty and the medicine just had to be white,,His eyes widened at how lewd it was,,he had to be your caretaker!! Not imagining that you were making that face because he came on your face :(

Biting his lip as he stood up ,feeling his erection growing obvious in his jeans,,he sighed about to turn to finish himself off in the bathroom,, he'd rather not exert your body more then he already has

That was until he felt your hand on his shirt,,facing you with a worried expression only to see you had your own problem in your pajamas "oh baby..we can't do that.." He mutters but his hands were already unzipping his zip!!

Groaning as he felt your lips wrap around his tip,,his didnt care if it would hurt your throat even more as he grinds his hips against your face,, forcing you to take him even deeper!! Your eyes were the cutest flushed with tears!!

He's sure his cum would soothe it anyway,,he's already close from how your tongue swirls so eagerly around his cock!! "Good boy..that's it.." He groans out,,gripping down tightly into your damp hair,,riding out his orgasm with his mouth!!

[alittlebitofsainz]

- sunshine -

prompt: “you give me hope when the dark clouds fill the sky, you always find a way through, my little ray of sunshine.”

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: they say first is the worst, second is the best, but what about if you were so close to first place? 100% inspired by the events of this weekend lando stop being so mean to yourself pls and thank u xoxo

warnings: lando being a miserable little so and so. the usual swear words.

a/n: I’m BACK! I moved house and then just became very busy and also rather uninspired. not sure if I’m 100% happy with this but I just wanted to post something!! missed u all heaps and heaps, hope to keep writing more very soon xx lyrics from track #67 sunshine by the brummies. thought this band were from good ol’ birmingham west midlands but turns out they’re from birmingham alabama

masterlist | the spotify wrapped collection

it wasn’t uncommon for lando to be like this.

he’d gotten a lot better over recent years, but every so often the self-criticism would creep in again. you could anticipate it coming; it would start with little comments, a muttered “lando, you fucking idiot” to himself here and there, self deprecating jokes to interviewers about that final corner where he’d gone off and ruined his lap. it could go on like that for a while, until eventually something would set him off properly, like a ticking time bomb that had gradually been building pressure until it was ready to explode.

“fuck sake.”

you watched as lando trailed through the garage, a string of curses muttered through gritted teeth as he passed, seeking solace from the TV cameras. admittedly, you could understand his frustration; even you had thrown your hands up in the air as he’d been squeezed out of first place on the very first corner. it was unlucky, but it was also his own fault for making a mistake: lando knew it, you knew it, and you also knew that he was feeling it. you watched him go past and disappear off down the corridor, no doubt heading for the solace of his drivers room. you paused, weighing up your options for just a moment.

“Lan?”

the echo of your knock on his drivers room door reverberated down the corridor. the mclaren motorhome was a ghost town, reminding you of the fact that everyone else was out celebrating - everyone but lando, rather ironically.

a noise came from inside the room, no doubt lando grumbling something inaudible under his breath as he made his way across the room, before the door eventually opened. you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you - it had been such a long while since you’d seen him this way. it was subtle; the average person may not have even picked up on it, but you could always tell. It was his eyes, they somehow lacked the hues of green and blue they usually possessed, instead reflecting back a washed out grey colour, like the light had gone out from behind them.

“you got p2, Lan.” you reminded him softly as he stepped away, a silent invitation for you to come in. you knew those words wouldn’t help.

“it should’ve been p1.” came the mumbled reply from where lando had sunk back down on the sofa. you kicked the door closed behind you and made your way over to sit down beside him, your shoulder pressed into his.

“but you were so close, lan, a few more laps and you would’ve got him, I know it.”

“I know I was close!” your response had touched upon something lando didn’t want to hear, a fact you were made very aware of from the bitterness in his tone as he snapped back at you, “but I wasn’t close enough. I fucked up on that first corner. the team deserved better.”

you leaned back on the sofa, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you mulled over your next words. you’d been here before, in this vicious cycle where the more you tried to remind lando how incredible he was, the more he’d refute it, the more frustrated and self critical he’d become. one of those times, he’d told you that you wouldn’t understand, and it had hurt. it had hurt because you knew it was true. you didn’t understand. you didn’t understand how lando could be such a great driver and still best himself up over the smallest of mistakes.

“‘m sorry. didn’t mean to shout at you.”

you glanced up from where your gaze had drifted down to your lap as you’d been considering your response, only to find your eyes locked with lando’s grey ones, full of something you quickly identified as remorse. he’d mistaken your silence, assumed that you’d been wounded by the sharpness in his tone, when in reality you had barely registered it - you knew his fleeting anger wasn’t directed at you. it was directed at himself.

“no, no, don’t worry ‘bout it. I was just thinking, that’s all.” you sat back up quickly, shaking your head as you forced your expression to soften, “I know there’s nothing I can say to make this better, to make you see how well you did today, but-“

“just you being here is enough.”

the reply with which he cut you off was so quiet that you had to tilt your head and give lando a questioning look, one that told him you weren’t quite sure you’d heard him right. he let out a soft sigh, eyes directed to the floor, the faintest hint of red colouring his cheeks as he cleared his throat.

“I said, you being here is enough. with me.” he clarified, voice just a little louder than before.

“Lan, there’s nowhere else I would be right now, you know that.” you dropped your voice, matching his soft tone. an instinctive hand came to rest upon his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I just mean-“ lando shifted slightly to face you, expression swimming with a quiet admiration, “I don’t always make it… easy.”

you let out a chuckle at that, despite the situation, and it earned you a raised eyebrow and the smallest hint of a smile from lando.

“what I’m trying to say is,” lando continued, “I really appreciate you sticking with me. not just now, but, like, through everything. even when I’m like this.” lando gestured vaguely around the room, but he didn’t even need to for you to know exactly what he meant.

“even when you’re grumpy.” you clarified helpfully. that one earned you a playful scowl.

“I wasn’t gonna put it like that.” he complained, but his tone was lighter than before. “and anyway, I was trying to be serious, don’t ruin it.”

you held your hands up in mock surrender and stifled another laugh, before letting out a soft sigh, observing lando quietly for a moment.

“I’m always on your side, Lan, even if you’re not.” the sincerity in your tone was reflected in your expression as you held his gaze for a moment more, before dropping your head onto his shoulder, his hand finding your own as your fingers intertwined.

it was perfect and peaceful, until it wasn’t. until a knock at the door and the voice of lando’s pr manager brought you both back down to earth, reminding lando that it was time to go out and deal with the interviews. he let out a sigh, reverting back to the solemn state you’d found him in, and you wished you could make it all go away, to tell all the reporters to fuck off. but as you flicked your gaze back to lando, catching his eye as he stood up and smoothed the base of his fireproofs, you realised that he was going to be fine: he flashed you a lopsided smile, and for a moment the afternoon sunlight caught his eyes, the flecks of blue and green dancing across them once again. yeah, you were both going to be fine.

you flashed him a final smile as he slipped out of the drivers room, leaving you alone in there with your thoughts until he returned.

a/n: as always, I might add more to this if I feel so inclined! let me know if you want to be tagged xo

[district4loading]

Can u rate twice member bj technique 1-10.

Minors DNI

Nayeon - 10/10

She has big hands and she likes to use both when she sucks you off. There's this thing she does where she twists her hands on your shaft and sucks the head between her soft, plump lips. It makes you so weak that you have to concentrate on holding back. She doesn't want you to hold anything back though, her goal isn't teasing or edging, it's making you cum as fast as possible. When you're done, she licks it off her fingers while laughing because it's like a fun game to her.

Jeongyeon - 9/10

Jeongyeon is one of the few women you know who can actually fit your entire cock in her mouth without choking or gagging. You've got no clue how she does it, but you can never wonder about that when you're with her. You're too focused on the way her throat hugs you, the way it squeezes when she swallows and how messy the two of you tend to get together. She lets you release down her throat because in her mind, anywhere that's not inside of her would be a waste.

Momo - 8/10

Momo's got the big beautiful eyes that serve as a great visual while you watch her tongue work your cock in ways that have you rolling your eyes. She's adamant on edging you, which you both hate and love at the same time. She does it because she likes to see you squirm, have you whimpering and begging her to just let you cum. Sometimes if you're unlucky, she'll ruin you.

Sana - 10/10 (not biased)

Yk I have to give my girl a 10. It's the way she looks at you when she has your cock in her mouth. Her big, inviting eyes tell you everything you need to know. That she wants you to hold her head still and slide your cock as deep as it can go down her throat. But when she has the control, she uses her tongue in only the best ways possible and she'll even deviate to your balls to stuff them in her mouth while she strokes you. She tells you that she wants you to cum where ever you'd like because she's too shy to tell you that she really wants it on her lips.

Jihyo - 9/10

Jihyo will sometimes let you use her tits if you've been a good boy. She presses them together on your shaft and licks the tip occasionally. The warmth of her breasts always gets you so close and ready to explode so quickly, especially when she uses her spit to make it slippery. When you cum, it's no surprise that it gets all over her tits she calls you a "good boy" then collects it on her fingers and licks it off.

Mina - 10/10

Mina might actually be the devil. It's the way she'll bring a fleshlight with her when she comes over to your place. She'll sit you down and blindfold you so you can't see anything and if she's feeling extra adventurous, she'll handcuff you too. Much like Momo, Mina was all about control and she loved to control your orgasms.

There was something different about her though, she'd use her mouth to get you there and she'd let your cum absolutely cover your chest. But she won't give you a break after, in fact she'll take the toy and jerk your sensitive cock off with it. Post orgasm torture was your thing just as much as it was hers, you just wouldn't admit it. The way it always had you squirming and begging her to stop. She'd tell you "I know you've got more for me" and she'll keep going until she pulls another load out of you.

Dahyun - 7/10

Dahyun's sweeter, more innocent. All she really wants to do is please you. She'll ask you what you want her to do and she'll constantly worry if she's doing it right or not. You assure her all the way through because the way her beautiful eyes look up at you and the way her mouth feels so perfectly slick is nothing short of amazing. She tells you to warn her right when you're about to, because she's afraid of it getting in her eye. When you cum, she lets it gather on the fingers she has wrapped around your shaft and she makes you go get something to help her clean it up.

Chaeyoung - 6/10

Chaeyoung likes to tease a bit as well and she wants you to tell her everything you need her to do to you. She likes tasting your pre-cum, so she teases as much as she can to get you leaking. Toying around with your shaft, spitting on it, licking the head ever so lightly. It always takes a while for her to get you to the edge but once you do, the orgasm always has your toes curling.

Tzuyu - 7/10

Although she can't fit your entire cock in her mouth, she makes up for it by having incredibly soft hands that squeeze your shaft perfectly while she takes as much as she can. Like Momo, she's got a pair of big beautiful eyes that get you so lost you forget how to think. When the time comes she'll always prefer it if you paint her face because she likes it when you call her pretty after.

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Apologies to anon for taking so long with this one

[carmenberzattosgf]

carmen who’s so obsessed with you…and how he keeps fucking into you even after he’s cum…overstimulation settling in and he doesn’t even care…his eyes welling up with tears but he keeps going…“lemme—one more, baby, jus’ one more, s-so good, don’ make me pull out yet jus’ one more f’me”

Oh my god. Yes. Anon I LOVE you.

Carmen would fuck you for hours if he could. He’s obsessed with you. The sound of your whines is music to his ears. Every single moan spurs him on to go faster. Deeper. Harder. The way your wet cunt squeezes around his cock feels like heaven.

He relishes in the way you cry out when he spills inside of you. Your body tenses and you fall over the edge. You dig your nails into his back, into his hair. Basically into any part of him you can grab. Your skin is on fire.

Carmy doesn’t want to stop. Not yet. His hips thrust sloppily into you, still. He’s lost the precision of his movements, but the strength behind them hasn’t subsided. “Shit– Carm. C-Carmy”

His eyes stare down into yours. Whimpers leave his throat with every thrust like each one pains him. You can make out tears swelling up in his eyes. He’s so overstimulated he can barely speak.

“J-jus’—fuck. Gimme one more baby–“ He’s struggling to keep going, the veins on his neck bulging out from tension. The sound of his cock plowing into you fills the room. His cum makes a mess all over the sheets as it drips out of you. Carmy’s eyes drop down to the sight. Your thighs are covered in him. His cock aches inside of you. He needs you to cum again.

“Can’t, Carm— I can’t—“ you beg him. It’s too much. All the sensations overwhelm you.

“Come on baby—you’ve been doing s-so fucking good f’me. Don’t wanna pull out u-until you cum around my cock again.” His tears are more obvious now, threatening to spill over his lashes. He’s so fucking desperate. He needs to feel you cum for him one more time. Clumsily, he rips one of his hands away from holding your hip, and places his thumb on your clit. His callused thumb rubs quick uncoordinated circles on the bud, aided by the slick of his cum. “Cum f’me baby. Let go a-around me. B-be a good girl and cum.”

Your legs quiver as you fall into pleasure, hooking around Carmen’s waist. Stars explode across your vision. You’ve never cum this hard before; you gush around his cock this time, soaking the sheets even more. Your needy whimpers fill the room as Carmy finally slows to a stop inside of you.

His face rests in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. His cock twitches inside of you still. You reach your hand up to thread through the curls at the nape of his neck. He’s covered in sweat but you couldn’t care less. “Holy fuck, Carmy— I’ve never—“

He cuts you off before you can complete your sentence. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” His voice is muffled in the skin of your neck, but the arousal in his voice is clear. “Wanna do it again. W-want to feel it on my tongue. Taste it.”

You can imagine the sight before you right now. Carmy with his head between your thighs. His tongue lapping at your center, taking breaks to beg for you to gush on his tongue. You press the thought back. Not right now. “Woah, woah, woah. Next time. Yeah? I think right now we need to worry about getting up.”

“Just wanna stay inside of you. Please?” Carmy always gets like this after he cums. He craves the skin to skin contact afterwards, not wanting to pull out of you too soon.

“Carmy. I’m covered in cum, and so are you. Let’s shower, and then sleep in the spare room. Come on. Get up.”

“Fine.” He sighs, finally lifting his head to look you in the eyes again. You don’t think you’ve ever seen his pupils blown so wide. “But I’m serious. Want to make you squirt on my tongue next time.”

You both make the shower quick, ready to go to sleep. When you both slip under the sheets in the spare room, you answer Carmy’s question before he can get all the words out.

“Baby? Can— can you—“

“Yeah.” Wordlessly you move to straddle his hips as Carmy lays on his back. His cock is still somehow semi-hard. Slowly, you sink down onto him all the way the hilt. You both sigh as he bottoms out inside of you. You lay down on top of him, chest to chest, as his arms wrap around you. The gentle movements of his breathing lulls you to sleep, safe in his arms.

[itwdoris]

(maybe cnc but hmmm pls)

Yuuta touching me on a crowded subway, knowing I'm full of pee and not at all in the mood to make a scene...

(here u rec :3)

tw; piss, cnc, perv yuuta.

being completely squeezed against yuuta and the subway wall, with eyes closed to concentrate on trying to hold your bladder in until you could at least get out of there. your panties must be wet and you can't even whine, because there are so many people around you, suddenly you feel something.

it's cold, thin, sliding under your clothes, wanting to touch you as if it knew you were about to explode. you look up, observing the man who looks back at you with an apparently tired face, your eyebrows furrow and you try to look down and understand what's going on, with what seems to be his hand running across your thighs, looking for a way to get where he wants to go.

the problem is that he's so close, squeezing you against the wall, you can barely move, lifting your face and looking at him again, but this time he's looking down. you're getting desperate every time he gets closer to the wet spot on your panties, gulping and again totally concentrating on not pissing yourself right there.

yuuta knows you're holding it when you feel it dripping against his fingers, warm and begging to be released, sighing with pleasure as the bulge between his legs increased slightly. he continues, burying his hand further between your thighs and even pressing, playing with the wet fabric while you squirm and rub against him and his hand without realizing it.

you notice the next stop approaching and swallow a whimper when you feel a stream of piss running down your leg, looking at the black-haired man as if he could do something there in that crowd. you will release everything at any moment and beg mentally while he pull your panties aside.

your eyes widen when he starts to rub your hole and your urethra, looking so focused on it and so horny for it. you try to squeeze your thighs together tighter but all you get is his finger halfway inside you without too much delicacy. of course yuuta grins, looking at you like he's thanking you, thrusting deeper just to play at pressing your bladder.

you moan a little louder than you should, feeling yourself leaking more and dripping down your legs, eyes turn to you and yuuta still doesn't care.

however, at the same moment the subway stops, doors open and you waste no time, sneaking around until you can get out of there and run to the first corner you find, pressing your folds shamelessly as you walk.

when you finally find it, you don't think twice and bend down, with your legs spread and one hand pulling your panties aside. then you look up.

finding yuuta right there, watching everything as you piss on his shoes with your strong, desperate stream of piss, sighing as he undoes his belt.

first he pisses on you and then he makes you drink it. anyway, i loved loved this prompt!! thank you! // hope you like it <3

[lacehartz]

happy new years!! i’m so sorry cause i saw your post about how many asks you have, but i have to— new years kiss with dad!rafe?🙌

don’t you even worry nonnie i have 63 on my main 😭 hope u had a lovely new years !!! cw in tags.

whilst all your friends were out at the biggest party of the year, drinking ‘n having fun, you were stuck at home with rafe. you’d begged and pleaded with him to let you go, there was nothing wrong with wanting to let a little loose. but rafe wasn’t having it — not with how he knew how those parties got out of hand, and especially not with the kind of guys that’d be there. you’d been lucky to even convince him to let you stay up for the countdown.

“you really think ‘m stupid enough to let you out of my sight tonight?” he’d snapped earlier, forehead vein bulging and tone sharp enough to have you tearing up. you’d sulked off, sending off a message to the group chat about how you wouldn’t be able to make it after all.

hours later you’re in the living room, curled up in the corner of the couch, vaguely listening to the tv. you’re miserable. your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing with notifications from all your friends posting. you’d scroll through the stories and pictures, but the idea of that just makes your chest tighten with jealousy. instead, you toss the phone with a huff and burry your face in your knees.

rafe, who’s been sitting across from you, nursing a beer in his hands (because of course he wasn’t letting you drink either), notices and sighs. “still sulking?”you don’t answer, wrapping your arms around yourself as you sniffle. “what’d i say about that attitude, huh? already told you that y’don’t gotta go to any parties to have fun,” he places his beer on the coffee table, spreading his legs to get comfortable.

you frown and peek at him through your wet lashes. “doesn’t feel like fun,” you mumble. rafe rolls his eyes and pokes his cheek with his tongue. “up, c’mon. c’mere,” he replies gruffly, gesturing to his lap.

you hesitate, fiddling with your fingers. “i— i don’t know, dad..” rafe’s brows furrow as he takes you in, squinting at your disobedience. “that wasn’t a suggestion, baby. don’t make me get up.”

the warning in his tone sends shivers down your spine, and you slowly uncurl, glancing at him nervously. you don’t want him to yell at you again — not like he did earlier — so you slowly peel yourself off the couch and reluctantly shuffle over to him. “there’s m’girl,” he says smugly, tugging you down into his lap before you can protest again.

his arms loop around your waist, locking you in place as he adjusts you to straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions either side his thighs. “did it t’protect you, sweetheart, ‘kay? i know you don’t like to think but dad does. and dad knows, uh, what happens to drunk little girls out in the middle of the night. what if someone had tried to take you, huh? tried t’take advantage of you. ‘m jus’ keepin’ you safe.”

you swallow hard when rafe squeezes your hips. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his darkened eyes. you hear the countdown begin over the tv as you wipe your cheeks, the sound echoing, “ten .. nine .. eight ..”

“gotta start the new year off right, yeah? gonna show you how t’really have fun,” he whispers, hands soft against your face. you squirm when his fingers brush your mouth.

“four .. three .. two .. one ...”

and right as the fireworks explode across the sky, rafe’s surging forward, meeting your lips with his in a bruising, aching kiss. it’s rough and possessive and wet, his tongue forcing its way past the seam of your lips in a way that has you whimpering. he tastes like alcohol and something earthy, completely and utterly overwhelming. rafe’s hands tighten on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest until there’s not a single inch left between your bodies.

this kiss is messy, desperate, his teeth nipping your flesh and clashing with your own. your head spins as he devours you, making you so dizzy that you forget what you were so upset about in the first place. when he finally detaches from your puffy, tingly lips, strings of saliva still connecting you, you can barely breath, panting and gasping as you twitch in his lap.

“happy new year, baby,��� rafe smirks huskily, giving you exactly two seconds before he’s capturing your lips again. maybe he was right after all; you didn’t need any parties, you just needed your dad.

[princessbrunette]

omggg i adore kitty!reader so much shes so !! me !!! how do u think jayj would put her in her place … i feel like whenever shes having her mini tantrums people get equally as frustrated bc she gets feisty but jj has like .. magic on him or something 💭

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you’d been in a bad mood since coming home from work. bartending wasn’t for the weak, especially when the locals constantly harassed you and berated your drink pouring skills — which was mostly put down to being a woman. by the time you get back to jj’s empty house, the blonde sat on his messy porch with a bottle of beer when you got back — you had quite the attitude.

“if it ain’t my favourite bartender. how’s m’girl, come over here.” he opens his arms and you storm right past making his brows shoot up, lips pressed together as he adjusts his cap. “alrighty, guess someone’s in a mood.” he pushes up onto his feet, swaggering in through the open door.

“‘somethin’ happen? what’s up?” he calls after you, spotting you in the kitchen angrily opening and closing cupboard doors as you try to make yourself something to eat.

“where is my plate?” you demand, clearly frustrated. he blinks, thinking back to your special plate that you always ate off. some cutesy antique thing you found at a yard sale, a beloved item of yours. he silently winces, eyeing it sat in the sink, soaking in bubbles.

“yeah uh, so basically i ate my lunch off it ‘cus i forgot to do the dishes, uh — again. that’s my bad. i got paper plates you can use? great thing about those is that when you’re done with ‘em you don’t gotta wash ‘em. you just throw ‘em away. makes me wonder why we even buy regular plates in the first pl—”

“no i don’t want a paper plate jj j want my plate! i just want to eat my food and— and you’re here just— just—” you explode, still refusing to offer him even a glance as you continue hunting for something to eat your leftovers off.

“hey, hey— put them claws away kittycat. no need for that. c’mon pretty girl where’s that smile?”

you spin around, fists balled at your side, tears of anger in your eyes.

“dont tell me to smile! go away!” you yell before turning away with a loud huff. jj drops his head down, tongue in his cheek as he nods, thinking for a moment before approaching slowly.

“easy, alright? you’re not gonna take that tone with me, mama i’m on your side.” as he speaks, you feel the warmth of his front press to your back, an arm cautiously sliding around your waist to keep you stable. his other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a light headlock, just enough pressure to ground you. he lowers his head to talk into your ear as you stare directly at the cabinet, already melting a little against him. “you wanna talk ‘bout your day? y’already know i’m all ears baby. but you gotta watch that attitude, yeah? you’re home now, i’m here. just… dial it back.”

there’s some silence, and you nod — releasing a shaky breath as you feel some of the grossness from your day leave your body. “uh-huh, that’s all you needed wasn’t it babydoll? needed to be told. that’s okay, i get it.” he kisses your temple before removing his arm from your neck, using both hands to squeeze your waist and turn you around.

the gaze he receives from you is nothing short of guilty, doll-like eyes blinking up at him slowly as you take deep breaths. “now what you’re gonna do, is sit that cute lil ass down and let me fix you up a plate. you’re gonna eat that shit, then, you’re gonna talk to me about your day,” he walks you backwards until your legs hit the chair at the table and you drop down to sit in it. he leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks. “and after that, oh i’mma fuck the shit out of you. like, you’re not even gonna remember what day of the week it is— let alone what shitty customers ran their mouth at you today. that sound good?”

“yes, jj.” you respond, pupils pretty much taking up your whole eye like an entertained kitten.

“thats what i like to hear, ma’am. alright, wait there. i got you.”

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[violetflowers55]

I’m begging for a hot and cold chapter where they “make up” in some place in the castle that they really aren’t supposed and get caught by flag or the team.

i didn’t forget abt this! i’m assuming u meant make up after the events of ch.3 so i wrote this as an alternative chapter 4 post the battle with the sons and circe. lowkey kinda hate this trope but i did my best so i hope u enjoy!

Hot & Cold - Alternative Chapter 4

After taking a nice hot shower, you walked the hallways of the castle, waiting until the banquet started. Your mind wandered, thinking over last night.

Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a supply closet. A green glow illuminated the darkness, and you quickly realized who had dragged you in there.

“Phosphorous, what the hell!?”

“I can’t forget,” he barked, still holding your wrist. Your face twisted in confusion.

“What?”

“You want me to just act like it never happened, but I can’t. I can’t get you off of my mind.” he said in a strained voice. He stepped closer, forcing you against the wall. Your heart thumped in your throat, and you tried to swallow the feeling.

“Phosphorous, we just can’t-“

“Why? Why the hell not!? We’ve been stuck in prison for years, I haven’t felt someone else’s touch in years. I don’t want to deprive myself any longer, and I know you don’t either.”

You stood there stammering, unable to find the words to reply. He leaned in, pausing when your lips were just barely touching. The feeling of breathing in each other's air was intoxicating. Before you could say anything, he closed the gap, pushing your head against the wall with his lips. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, open mouthed and sloppy. When he broke away, it felt like you were suddenly missing a piece of yourself.

“Can you tell me you didn’t enjoy that?” he asked breathily.

“N-no, but-“

“Then give me one good reason why we shouldn’t keep doing it.”

Every good reason you had dissipated from your mind. All you could think about was his lips on yours. You ransacked your mind, trying to think of why you to end things in the first place, but the memories of the two of you together outweighed every reason you thought of.

“I can’t.”

His hands moved to your waist, squeezing lightly. He pressed his body against yours, grinding your hips together.

“Then kiss me.”

You obeyed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. Your lips collided, hot and passionate. He sucked at your bottom lip as he hands exploded your body. You lifted up one leg to feel him better and he placed one arm under you, lifting you off the ground. Both your legs wrapped around his waist, letting you fully feel his growing erection. His lips traveled down your neck, nipping at your skin.

“Ohh, Alex,” you moaned as he began rocking against you.

“Yeah? You like that?” he teased, slipping his free hand up your shirt to grope your breast. You responded with a gasp as he ran circles over your nipple. He chuckled into your neck.

It wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You wanted all of him. You dug your fingers into his back and tightened your legs around him, trying to get more friction.

Suddenly, the room was flooded with a bright light.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” When your eyes adjusted, you saw Flag standing in the doorway, a mix of shock and disgust on his face. With a shriek you dropped your legs and tried to separate from Phosphorus, but he made no effort to move.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Phosphorous snarked.

“Ever heard of a bedroom??” Flag snapped back before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just… the banquets ready. Get down there.”

He left, leaving the door open. You and Phosphorus looked at each other.

“Well. We’ll just have to pick this up another time,” he said, his voice letting you know he was grinning. The two of you headed down to the dinning room, hand in hand.

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Fuck (Around) and Find Out

Colin Zabel x quiet!f!reader

Warnings! Heavy smut, porn w no plot, fingering, reader struggles to moan stuff, not proofread, another quick drabble

Hopefully will be posting a full fic/ request soon. School’s been beating my ass again. Wrote this bc justice for girlies who are quiet during sex, u deserve love too. Not everyone moans like a pornstar😔

Colin was used to your silence, silent squeaks of pleasure and fish mouthed moans being basically the only pleasurable sound coming from your mouth whenever you had sex. You couldn’t help it, you both knew. But he still found it satisfying because it was you, and also from the cute look on your scrunching and contorting face as you squeak like a mouse at the stimulation. His fingers worked delicate circles around your clit, causing your thighs to shiver.

You hold your empty hands onto his thighs, clinging to them gently as your back rests flush against him as he sits against the back cushions of the couch, your body melted into him and hips raised forward as he uses a hand to spread your thighs apart, massaging your soaked slit with his thick fingers.

You gaze up at him and his eyes glance away from their focused gaze on your cunt and to the puppy-eye stare you give him, causing his heart to squeeze at the sight of your flushed and blissed-out face. He slowly builds up to work deeper, pushing a finger into your soaked pussy and curling it, massaging slowly and warming you up before sinking in another.

You feel that familiar coil bubble, your eyes glancing back down at his large, rough hands as they work on you. Invisible squeaky moans and shuddering sighs getting stuck in your throat.

Colin tries something more experimental that he hadn’t done before, wanting desperately to test you to your limit, he did some research in secret to really blow your mind. Wanting to find the best ways to understand your body and how to give you more pleasure. He curled both fingers into a strange and unfamiliar spot that instantly had your thighs trying to snap closed. But his hand on your inner thigh kept them firmly apart. You felt familiar thicker moans get caught in your throat, your mouth gaped like a fish like usual, drool spilling past your lips.

To your surprise, his thumb reached over and quickly began teasing your clit while brutally massaging that spongey spot, lewd squelches sounding from your drooling cunt as he pumped you silly with his thick fingers. Your thighs shuddered and a new sensation came over you, squeezing ghostly crescent shapes through his suit-clad legs from your nails into his thighs as you held them tighter, your head pressing back into his chest as your vision blurred. Sparks beginning to fly behind your eyes.

A new sound escapes your throat that stops you both in your tracks. A loud, sweet and erotic whine finally pushes past your lips and realization hits you of the noise when Colin falters and stares at you absolutely mesmerized and shocked, his expression quickly shifting into something more sly.

“I’m guessing it felt good?” He teased, flashing a goofy, charming smile.

You swallow dryly and nod and he quickly picks back up, fingering blasting you like no tomorrow until your whole body is quivering. Silent moans still get choked in your throat, but an occasional whisper of a whimper would break through before a final white hot wave would explode through you and s familiar hot liquid would squirt over Colin’s hand and paint both of your laps.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Colin says endearingly, placing a tender kiss in your forehead as you go limp in his arms. Post-orgasm euphoria making your mind go numb.

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