#and I've had to put off pulling for him twice before

[shadowed-dancer]

I lost my 50/50 on Zhongli's banner, but he came home in the same 10-pull as Tighnari

I lost my 50/50 on Xilonen's banner, but she came home in the same 10-pull as Mizuki

I just won my 50/50 for Itto at 22 pulls

The meaning of this is clear. The 5-star geo characters just love me

[charlotteking27]

midnight meltdowns & silver strands

Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary: Charles finds a gray hair and can't go to sleep without having you pull it out.

Warning: none

"Baby... amor... mon Dieu, wake up."

You open your eyes, peering up at Charles as he shakes you urgently. Groggy, you look out the window, seeing the dark blue night of Monaco.

"What?" you question, turning over as the phone light flashes, momentarily blinding you. Seeing it's only 4:00 A.M., you say, "Charles, please go back to bed." Your yawn interrupts your sentence before you cuddle further into the covers of your white silk sheets.

"Mi amor, please, it is important," Charles whispers in your ear before shaking you again in an attempt to disturb your sleep. You tried to block out Charles' constant actions, resorting to picking up the second pillow you keep behind your main one and pulling it over your ears in an attempt to block him out. But did it work? No!

"NO, 112!" Charles screams like an alarm that won't turn off.

"What the hell, Charles?!" You jump from the covers, immediately annoyed by this rude awakening. "What is going on?" You roll over to the side of the bed and turn on the lamp.

Peering at Charles' disheveled state, you ask, "What was so important that you couldn't wait until morning?" You sat up, scooting closer to your lover to help comfort him.

"You have to check me for grey hair," Charles complained, pulling out tweezers from who knows where.

"Are you serious?" you screamed angrily, bunching up the sheets in frustration. But all you got was a blank stare and tweezers shoved in your face.

"Please," Charles sang with the cutest pout ever. How could you refuse?

Charles happily turned around, showing off his luscious hair. You rolled your eyes at his antics. Taking the tweezers from his hand, you began to look for any grey hairs. "Oww, that hurt," Charles hissed, putting his hand in his hair and massaging the spot where you pulled his gray hair.

"I told you, I'm 27... I'm getting there," Charles hissed again as you yanked out more of his precious hair.

"Oh my gosh," you exclaimed, astonished to see the longest grey hair you had ever seen. "Nooooooo... I lost it," you pouted in dismay before rummaging back into Charles' hair to find that stubborn grey hair.

"What do you mean you lost it?" Charles panicked, trying to help find the hair strand. "Owww, that hurt again," Charles cursed, rubbing his hand where you slapped.

"Stop moving!" you scolded, trying not to laugh at his dramatics. "I'll never be able to find anything if you keep wriggling about like a kid."

Charles stilled at once, though you could feel the tension radiating from him. "But what if I'm going grey? What if I look old? What if-"

"Charles Leclerc," you interrupt abruptly, running your fingers through his silky brown locks. "You are the most handsome man I've ever known. A few grey hairs won't matter."

"But-"

"No buts." You planted a kiss on the nape of his neck. "Besides, you'd be distinguished with some silver highlights. Like George Clooney."

Charles made a strangled noise. "I do not want to look like George Clooney! I want to look like me!"

"Well right now you look like a pouty five-year-old," you teased, finally spotting that elusive grey hair. With a quick yank, you held it up triumphantly. "Got it!"

"Ow!" Charles yelped, spinning around to face you. His eyes went wide at the sight of the hair. "Mon Dieu, it's so long! How long has that been there? Have people noticed? Has the media noticed?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his horrified expression. "Charles, it's four in the morning. Can we please have this crisis at a reasonable hour?"

"This is a time to have a crisis," he protested, but his lips were already beginning to curve into a smile, blinking once, twice, then snatched up his phone and started frantically texting. "I must tell Carlos immediately that I am still young and beautiful."

"It's 4 AM!"

"Crisis knows no time zone, mi amor." He paused his typing to give you a quick kiss. "Now help me take a selfie to prove I have no grey hairs."

You flopped back onto the pillows with a groan. "I'm dating a five-year-old. A very handsome, very dramatic five-year-old."

"Carlos says congratulations on still being young," Charles announced proudly, showing you his phone. "Also he says to tell you he's sorry you have to put up with me."

"I'm going back to sleep," you declared, pulling the covers over your head. "Wake me up for another hair emergency and I'm dyeing your entire head grey while you sleep."

The last thing you heard before drifting off was Charles whispering frantically into his phone: "Siri, remind me to hide all the hair dye in Monaco..."

[cloudzoro]

Too Much | One Piece ♡

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big men with big cocks. size kink go brrrrr

masterlist

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: crocodile, kaidou, zoro

cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, size kink, pussy slapping, toys/size training, a lot of cum

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Crocodile

Crocodile has a smug grin plastered on his face as he watches your pussy struggle to take him. He takes it slow with you, deep voice soothing you and distracting you from the stretch.

“I'm almost in, My Love. You're taking me so well” His hand has an almost bruising grip on your hips as he holds you still for him.

His size had always been something you were both wary of when it came to sex. He was going to deny you at first, not wanting to hurt you, but then you walked in begging for it and he couldn't say no to your pretty face. He has you writhing and crying on his cock, and it's taking everything in him not to snap and fuck you like crazy. Your nails scratch at his huge arms as he finally pushes himself inside you to the base.

He's surprisingly patient with you, letting you adjust to his size. He braces his elbow on the mattress and leans down to kiss you. When you start whining for more, he starts to move his hips, groaning at the way your walls grip his cock. Every heavy thrust of his hips drives toward an orgasm, and you cum faster than any partner has ever made you cum before. Crocodile buried his head in the crook of your neck as your orgasm triggers his own. He fills you up as he growls in your ear about how good you feel.

“See? this pussy was made for me.”

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Kaido

Kaido laughs as tears start to pool in your eyes. You're on his lap, legs spread, and he's been fingering you to stretch you out. He's taking his time to play with your soaked cunt. His fingers are so big you can barely take two of them, and he's enamoured by the way you're still begging for his cock.

“Silly girl. You can barely take my fingers. How are you going to handle my cock?” he asks, curling his fingers inside you. You're approaching your orgasm quickly, almost tipped over the edge when Kaido feels your pussy clench around his fingers and pulls them out. You whine at the loss. Kaido slaps your swollen clit, making your body jolt and arch away from him.

He turns you around so you're straddling him. He tilts your head up to look him in the eyes.

“If you want my cock, you gotta do it yourself,” He says, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. You line up his cock with your hole and slowly start to sink down on it. Kaido gets impatient pretty quickly; He grips your hips and holds you in place as he slams his hips up into you. “I fucking told you,” he growls.

His words are aggressive, but the grip he has on you is protective. You feel so unbelievably full. You cum embarrassingly quick, and Kaido fucks you through it chasing his own orgasm. You can't focus on anything except the way his huge cock stretches you out, clawing at his arms as the sensation overwhelms you. When he finally cums, he does it with a growl that would terrify anyone else.

“Thank you”, he growls, giving you a moment of vulnerability before watching you redress and sending you off to bed.

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Zoro

“I've cum twice, Zoro. I'm already wet enough,” you insist as Zoro holds a sizable toy pressed inside of you to the hilt. You had tried to take his cock, but he's simply too big, so he's resorted to size training with toys. He's equally frustrated, but he doesn't want to hurt you. You're begging him for his cock, and his patience is running thin.

“You sure you're ready for me?” he asked. He scoffed at your frantic nod. He pulls the slick toy out of your cunt and places it on your body, showing you how deep the toy has just been. He lines up his own, much larger, cock next to it. “this how much bigger I am than this stupid toy,” he says, challenging you.

“I can take it”, you insist, pulling him down for a kiss. He pulls away, grabbing the lube sitting on the bed sheets and coating his cock on it. He's calm on the outside, but inside, he's ecstatic to have your consent.

He pushes the head of his cock inside of you, pressing kisses to your face. The stretch stings at first, but then the feeling dissipates into pleasure. You dig your nails into his back as his huge dick carves its path inside of you. Zoro chuckles loudly, stilling inside of you.

“I'll make it fit, baby. I promise.”

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tag list: @bloodfixnd

taglist is open!

I'm so glad you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are well appreciated.

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[dark-l-angel]

hi!! I saw that you accept request, so I have an idea. It's not really a creative one but I'm obsessed with clingy Jason Todd 😭😭 so I was thinking if you can maybe (please🙏) write something where reader needs to go to work but Jason stops reader because he's needy. Do you get it😭😭

Thank you!

-G.A.

A/N: needy, whiny, bed-hogging Jason who clings like a big heat-emitting emotional weighted blanket telling you to quit that damned job that keeps you away from HIM? YES.. I've been waiting for this moment..

Clingy jason Todd x Reader

Clingy jason, reader is tired of their job. Everything else is fluff

The sun had barely risen. Pale gold light filtered through the curtains you swore you closed the night before, and the shrill alarm on your phone had already gone off.. twice. You were late.

You groaned and shifted, trying to sit up, but you didn’t get far.

There it was. That arm. That damn arm.. muscular, warm, and currently locked like a steel bar across your waist.

"Jason..." you warned softly, already knowing the game he was playing.

He didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. His only response was a muffled grunt into the crook of your neck, his nose nudging against your skin like a sleepy, stubborn dog refusing to move. You could feel his scruff, slightly overgrown, tickling your jaw.

"Jay, I have to go," you tried again, wiggling just enough to reach the edge of the bed.

"Mm-mm" he muttered, holding tighter. "Call in."

"I can’t just call in every time you get clingy-"

"You say that like it’s not a perfectly valid reason.." he interrupted, voice gravelly and deep from sleep. "Tell them your husband is a needy bastard and he’ll literally die if you leave him in this cold, cruel world alone."

You turned just enough to catch his expression.

Eyes still half-lidded, hair sticking up on one side, and that little pout forming on his lips. He looked like trouble disguised as a Greek god wrapped in a blanket burrito. Holding you in one arm while the other hugged a cute pink mochi-cat plushie.

"Jay..." you said again, but this time it was harder to fight the smile tugging at your lips.

He cracked one eye open. "What if I’m cold? You gonna leave your poor man here all defenseless and shivering while you run off to.. what.. type emails?"

"Not defenseless," you snorted. "You have guns, Jason... There's one inside that cat plushie.. and one under our pillows.. and another two in each of the nightstands jay.. "

He chuckled "And yet none of them keep me as warm as you.. and THAT JOB? It’s draining you. And I hate it. I hate seeing you come home exhausted, giving them all your time when I could be giving you everything... I don't fuckin know why you're still insisting on working when i can work instead.."

You looked down at your phone.. the messages of your coworker asking about why you're late..

Jason continued "I don’t want you breaking your back just to survive. I want you to be safe, healthy and happy. I didn’t crawl out of the damn Pit, rebuild my whole damn life, just to watch the woman I FUCKIN love so damn much struggle.. SO.. quit. Stay home. Sleep in. Read your books. Take long baths. Buy shit loads of brands, makeup and skincare... Hell, start that little dream project you've been putting off. I’ll handle the rest. I'm the man in this relationship.. the one who protects, provides, and handles the weight. And my baby? Her only job is to Be soft. Be spoiled. Be mine. You doesn’t ask for luxury.. you expects it. And I make damn sure you get it.. while you.. you? You just focus on looking pretty, being yourself, and let me give you the life you were born to live."

You got beaten quite badly.. yet you rolled your eyes yet you almost couldn't contain your smile. "You’re being ridiculous."

"You like ridiculous. It’s part of my charm. Now shut up and cuddle me."

He tugged you back down with very little effort, pulling your face into his chest and throwing a thigh over your hip like a greedy child with a favorite stuffed animal. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your cheek, and his scent.. warm, woodsy, something expensive you could never pronounce.. made it that much harder to resist.

"...Five more minutes," you mumbled into his skin.

Jason smirked, victorious. "That’s my girl."

And five minutes somehow turned into 2hrs. You didn’t even feel bad.

Ps: i really needed to see someone write jason with that speech 🫠💕

"yeah babe... maybe I'll quit". And like that.. his bby girl never came to work again ✨ and she lived happily in her husband's muscular arms forever 💖

[oneforthemunny]

what was older!eddies reaction to the first time reader came home from going out with friends? just drunk and clingy

this is my favorite genre and activity is getting drunk and then being clingy and silly. need to do it with my fave of all faves!!! contains silly drunk reader and sweet older!eddie. no smut. just fluff. and tw- gina.

The doorbell sounded once, twice, three times before it was going off in short, annoying successions. Eddie groaned in annoyance, standing from his recliner.

"Easy! Alright? The fuck-" He looked out the peephole, half expecting to see Gina, furious about something. He was pleased to find you there instead.

"Open the dooooorrrrrr!" You whined, half swaying, leaning against the brick. "I need to pee, Ed, hurry."

Eddie fought back a smirk, twisting the lock and opening the front door. "Hey, bunny,"

"Hi," Your face melted, oozing with a drunk smile, eyes glassy from the countess beers you'd had. "Can I come pee?"

"Of course you can." Eddie said around a laugh, holding the door open with his foot, offering his hand to you. "Watch your step, baby." He muttered, nodding towards the step under the doorframe. You crossed it dramatically, taking a big, wide legged step in.

"I didn't know you were coming over." Eddie shut the door, watching you stumble down the hall towards the guest bathroom. "I thought you were out with your friends."

"I was," You muttered, behind the cracked door of the bathroom, the room already beginning to spin as you sat. "But I wanted to come see you. I knew Brielle was gone."

"Yeah? What'd you want to come see me for?" Eddie grinned teasingly, walking down the hall towards you.

"I wanted to sleep over." You admitted, staggering against the doorway, holding the frame for balance. "I wanted you to rub my back."

Eddie barked out a laugh, your bottom lip jutting in a pout. "Rub your back?"

"Yes, Ed." You whined. "You always do it good an-and it- hic!- it always puts me right to sleep." Your words were beginning to jumble, the effects of too much alcohol starting to take over.

"Alright. I can do that for ya, I suppose." Eddie sighed dramatically, holding his arm out for you, placing an anchoring hand on your back as he guided you to his bedroom.

"Lemme get you a shirt to sleep in. I've got-" He turned around, finding you already naked. That had to be a record, he was convinced. Drunk and that coordinated?

You were already crawling into the bed, shoes and clothes kicked off, climbing under the cool sheets that smelled just like Eddie.

"Hold on, bunny, you want a shirt?" Eddie grabbed the sheet before you pulled it up, earning a huffy whine from you.

"No," You whined. "Want you to rub my back, Ed, already told you."

Eddie fought back a grin. "Demanding little thing, aren't ya?" He shook his head playfully. You didn't reply, your cheek smushed to the pillow, already beginning to drift off.

Eddie slipped beside you anyways, snorting lightly when you rolled over on him, leg hiked up over his waist, arm slapped over his chest, face in his shoulder. Still, he rubbed your back, calloused hands gliding over the bare skin, up and down your spine in small circles, the way you liked until you were snoring lightly.

He knew you'd be sick tomorrow, hungover and hurting with a headache, with the spins you always got. And he'd do the same thing then, coddling you, rubbing your head to soothe the ache away. Content in his care.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Stumbled upon your blog, and Lord!! I was wanting to request slashers reactions to s/o squirting(I've recently become oddly interested in how each of them would react)

If you're uncomfortable with the concept please ignore!! Have a great day!

Oh I love some squirting!

NSFW MDNI 18+, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (any), Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, reader gets eaten out, overstimulation, lingerie, mild bdsm

Jason Voorhees

This man had already made you cum twice before he had his dick in you

The first time, he was fingering you on his lap and the second time he had you ride his face

Now he was deep inside your spent pussy, taking whatever he wanted

One hand stroking your cheek as you moan and whine his name while the other toyed with you clit

The whole time, Jason has maintained eye contact with you

His piercing gaze as he fucked into you like it would be the last time he had you beneath him made you absolutely lose yourself

You arched your back up from the mattress screaming his name

A jet of liquid splashed against his pelvis the entire time you came

Dripping down between your bodies and onto the sheets below

While Jason had stopped fucking his throbbing cock into you, he did rub your clit through the entirety of your squirting orgasm

The only time his eyes left your face was to watch the spray of fluid erupt from your pussy

He didn't know you could do that

And now that he did, he needed to have you do it again

Bo Sinclair

It was his goal the first time he got you under him

Fucks you senseless then has you ride him until you're crying from overstimulation

The sound of your sopping cunt plapping against his pelvis is music to his ears

He'll put you in every position known to man

Could probably add a couple chapter to the Kama Sutra with how he handles you

You always come out of his room wobbly and needing to sit on a donut pillow

Bo loves using toys on you just to see your reaction

Your pretty wrists bound to his headboard, vibrator on your clit, as he slowly pumps his cock into you

He's in no rush and just wants to watch his pretty little thing come undone for him

Bo places the vibrator onto the very tip of your clit making you scream out his name and sob from the intense pleasure

His thrusting picked up a bit excited to see how you reacted to the toy

Then you felt wetter

A lovely stream of squirt erupted from your pussy and onto his pelvis

Bo bit his lip holding back a low groan

Now he had you right where he wanted you

Michael Myers

You are pretty much his fleshlight

His main goal is to use your pretty little cunt as his own personal cum dump

If you get off on that then that's a happy accident on his part

Michael will pretty much take you anywhere at anytime

Your pussy is pretty much free real estate and Michael is ready to move in

Fat cock bullying your pussy open while he pushes you into a wall

He had already came in you once today, his previous load now getting fucked further into you

You were practically boneless and only being held up by Michael's hands on your hips and cock buried deep inside you

After he had made you cum this morning, you ended up playing with yourself a little bit using the cum he left in you

Your mind felt fuzzy and pink like you were sat in a cloud of pure bliss

You couldn't even be bothered with how your own squirt sprayed out of you and onto the floor in a puddle

But Michael noticed

And he knew that once he was finished in you he was going to make you lick your mess up off the floor

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had you dressed up in some lacy white lingerie

Something you'd expect to hidden underneath a wedding dress as a surprise a bride had put on for the groom on the night of their wedding

He had pulled your garter off with his teeth and practically shoved his face into your pussy after

For a while he just laid between your legs mouthing at your clothed cunt and inhaling your scent

When Brahms wanted more, he practically ripped the panties off of you and dove into your cunt like a man starved

Sloppy and loud was the best way to describe it

But he made you cum anyway

Juices trailing down his chin being lapped up by his tongue

Again he needed just another taste

Then another

And another

His strong hands kept you legs pinned to the bed so you couldn't kick him away from your drooling pussy

Your orgasm felt like a kick to your stomach as juices erupted from your body

Brahms happily lapped up everything he could

Now he had to get you to do that again

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ── . “nct dream comforting you after a bad day”.

Haechan, more than anyone else, could easily read the signs of exhaustion, especially yours. And he knew it wasn’t just tiredness, it was life being unkind, again and again, leaving its weight heavy on your shoulders. That’s why he didn’t hesitate to scoot closer to you on the couch, wrapping a warm blanket around you both as he pulled you into his arms. One hand settled in your hair, gently stroking as if trying to untangle the mess inside you. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. You shook your head, and he just nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his voice a balm to your aching heart. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You know I’m here for you, right?” His words lingered in the quiet air between you, grounding you. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”

It always took Jisung a little while to catch on when something was off, but eventually, he noticed the shift in your mood. You weren’t yourself, and that alone was enough to make him put everything else aside. Comfort didn’t come naturally to him, he never really knew the right words or the perfect things to say. But when it came to you, he tried. And somehow, his effort was always exactly what you needed. So he stayed close, his fingers gently lacing with yours, holding your hand like an anchor. He didn’t interrupt or try to fix anything, just offered a quiet space to let you speak, however and whenever you needed to. And even if you hesitated, thinking your thoughts were silly or small, he always reassured you with those rare, earnest words. “Everything about you matters to me,” he gave your hand a light squeeze, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of it.

Either Mark was spending too much time with you or he had some kind of emotional radar, because he always, always knew how you were feeling. Whether it was happiness buzzing under your skin or sadness weighing you down, he never missed a beat. It was like he could read your mood before you even said a word. So it didn’t take him long to notice something was off. Without needing to ask twice, he pulled you close, settling you on his lap with your head tucked into the curve of his neck, his arms wrapped around you like a shield from the world. “What happened, baby?” he murmured, voice low and close. He listened to every word you said, no interruptions, no rushed reassurances. Just him and his quiet hums of understanding as his fingers drew lazy, soothing circles on the small of your back. His warmth seeped into your skin, grounding you, wrapping you in something safer than words. Then came the soft kisses, brushing against the shell of your ear, each one like a punctuation to his whispered comforts.

Chenle didn’t need you to say anything, he could read it in your eyes, in the way your shoulders drooped just slightly more than usual, in the silence that lingered too long. And once he noticed, he didn’t waste a single second. He was there, arms open, heart open, ready to listen as you poured your feelings out, no matter how tangled or heavy they were. But he didn’t stop at listening. He offered more, gentle truths, fresh perspectives, soft reminders that no, this isn’t the end of the world. That yes, things feel unbearable now, but he believed in you. He knew you’d get through it. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe not even next week, but eventually, you would.You don't have to be strong right now. “You've been strong for so long. Just rest now, I've got you,” And until then, he’d be there, reminding you that your feelings are real, valid, and worth holding. And of course, once your heart had emptied a little, he was already in the kitchen, making your favorite comfort food, because love, to him, was also served warm. He’d make a whole feast if that’s what it took to bring even a small smile to your face. Later, when you were full and wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest, he’d run his hand slowly along your back, whispering sweet nothings that didn’t need to make sense, only to make you feel safe.

Jaemin didn’t need to catch any subtle hints or read between the lines, you always came to him when things got heavy. No words, no explanations, just the quiet way you’d find him, and curl up close, seeking the comfort only he could give. And he was always there. No questions asked, no pressure to speak. Just his arms, his warmth, his steady heartbeat grounding you in the stillness of the room. He’d thread his fingers through your hair, slow and gentle, or tangle his own with yours, playing idly with them. He talked softly about his day—about what the neighbor’s dog did again, what weird thing his coworker said, what he had for lunch—filling the silence in the most soothing way. One of his cats would usually climb onto the bed, settling right on top of the both of you like she knew this was her job. He’d guide your hand to her soft fur, encouraging you to pet her, grounding you even more with that quiet rhythm. Time passed slowly, peacefully, until your heart felt a little lighter and the weight in your chest a little less sharp. Only then would you speak, and he would listen with his full attention, his thumb brushing your cheek with tender care.

If you were feeling bad, Renjun was feeling bad too, your mood was like a string tied to his heart, and he could feel every tug. And there was no way he’d let it stay that way. His way of being there for you wasn’t loud or pushy, it was gentle, patient, and full of quiet affection. He wouldn’t overwhelm you with questions, but his eyes would search yours softly as he asked, “Are you feeling bad?” And if you nodded, he’d only ask one more thing: “How can I make it better?” Sometimes you didn’t have the answer. And that was okay. So he’d guide you to the couch or the bed, putting on a playlist you both liked, or choosing a movie that didn’t demand too much attention. Other times, he’d just pull you into his arms, letting silence do the talking as you melted into his warmth. He never forced you to talk, just stayed close, letting his presence soothe you. A kiss to your temple here, a quiet “I’m right here” whispered into your hair there. His hugs were a safe haven, and his lips trailing soft kisses across your skin felt like magic that slowly eased the storm inside you. With him, even the hardest days felt a little less heavy. His care wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and before you even realized it, the words started spilling from your lips.

Jeno was a quiet listener, and he had a way of making you feel safe without saying much at all. No matter what kind of day you’d had, the moment you saw him, you instinctively reached for him—arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest like you were hoping your bad feelings would melt away in his warmth. And honestly? Sometimes, it almost worked. He found it endearing, the way you clung to him so tightly, like he was your anchor. His first instinct was always to shower you with soft kisses on your forehead, your hair, your cheeks, before murmuring, “What happened, baby?” His voice low, soft, just for you. As you started talking, venting about your day, he guided you to sit with him, his hands gently working at the tension in your back with practiced motions, every now and then kissing the back of your neck or your shoulder. And maybe he had already sensed something was off. Because when he came home, he had your favorite snacks in hand. No special occasion, no big explanation. Just something he thought might make you feel a little better.

↝ taglist: @nebularsung, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker, @spacejip.

[ukytluvrs]

SILENT COMFORTS - G.CLARKE

George clarke x fem!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, sickness,

SUMMARY: When George's girlfriend goes radio silent, he goes to check up on her only to find out she is sick.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hope you enjoy, Sorry my fics are short <3

Requests are open.

GEORGE NOTICED IT AROUND MIDDAY. No reply to his message from last night -nothing urgent, just a joke he'd sent before bed. Normally, she would have at least replied by now. He brushed it off, though; he didn't want to come off as clingy or overbearing, so he just left it and figured she was busy with work.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, he had checked twice more. Still nothing, she was typically good at replying right away, so he knew something was up. He hesitated, then sent another text

↳ you good? x

He left it at that. short and simple.

Still no answer.

It was quiet when he got to her flat. He knocked once, then again.

"Hello?" he called gently. "It's me... George. Just thought I'd see if you're okay."

No answer.

He stood there for what felt like a while contemplating whether he should call out again. but the sound of feet shuffling against the wooden floor pulled him out of his head. The door opened just enough for her to peer out. She looked pale, wrapped in one of his hoodies, her eyes red, nose streaming - she looked rough to say the least.

"Hey", she murmured, her voice hoarse.

George blinked. "You alright? You look rough." His forehead creased with worry.

"I've been in bed all day - think I caught something from that bar we went to the other night," she sighs.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

She rubbed her eyes, leaning on the doorframe. "phone died and I just couldn't be arsed to move all day.."

George exhaled, the tension finally easing from his shoulders. "You had me worried, poppet."

"Didn't mean to," She replies, stepping aside to let him in. He dropped his bag and kicked off his shoes.

"You've eaten yet?"

She shakes her head.

"Alright. tea, toast, paracetamol. Then we'll get into bed and put on something, sound alright, poppet?"

She nods tiredly - already trudging her way through to the lounge and into her living room, where she slumps onto the sofa. Whilst George busies himself in the kitchen.

It wasn't long before the tea and toast were digested. Her head rested on his shoulder, legs across his lap as his hands traced patterns on her thigh and shoulder. a comforting silence. Once in a while, he'll place a feather-light kiss on her head.

Neither of them said much for a while. Just the hum of the tv playing some shitty show and the sound of the bustling city outside.

Sometimes, that was enough.

[universefcb]

NIGHT IN PARIS, PEDRI GONZÁLEZ.

→ Summary: It's a week off for the team, so Pedri decides to take you on a trip to Paris. To celebrate your anniversary.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff. Spanish phrases.

→ Author's note: I'm thinking about opening up my requests again because I've been missing you guys sending me ideas.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Paris looked like it had been hand-painted that morning. A soft blue, with scattered clouds, contrasted with the golden tones of the trees in early autumn. The leaves danced on the sidewalk as she walked beside Pedri, their fingers intertwined as if time had not managed to undo the intimacy built over five years of history. And he, as always, disguised himself so as not to be recognized.

It was rare for them to spend a whole week together. The intense season, the exhausting training sessions, the team trips — all of this made these moments precious. But when Barcelona announced the short break, Pedri didn't think twice. He booked the flights, planned every detail and, smiling from the corner of his eye, hid at the bottom of his suitcase the things that would make their anniversary unforgettable.

“Is it the most cliché city to celebrate five years in?” he asked playfully as they crossed the Pont Alexandre III, the Seine sparkling in the sunlight.

“Totalmente. Y absolutamente perfecto.” she replied, with a smile that made his chest warm. (Totally. And absolutely perfect,)

In the following days, they walked slowly through Montmartre, lost themselves in old bookshops, tasted sweets in bakeries that looked like they had come out of a movie, and took photos on every corner as if they were living in a dream. Pedri never took his eyes off her—not when she laughed with a crepe in her hands, nor when she was moved by the immensity of Notre-Dame.

The sixth night arrived colder, but with a typical Parisian charm. Pedri appeared in the hotel room wearing a well-cut suit, black shirt and discreet perfume. She, wrapped in a long dress made of light fabric, carried in her eyes the same emotion of someone who knew that that night would be different.

Without revealing the destination, he drove her through the city's bright streets to a discreet restaurant hidden on one of the rooftops of an elegant building. The maître d’ led them down a glass-enclosed corridor to an exclusive balcony, where a round table awaited them—candles lit, glasses sparkling, and a view that took their breath away: the entire Eiffel Tower, shining against the dark sky, as if it had been decorated just for them.

She put her hand to her mouth in surprise.

“Pedro…”

“Felices cinco años,” he whispered, pulling out the chair for her to sit in. (Happy five years)

Dinner was spent with quiet laughter, long glances, and memories of the past. They talked about their first awkward kiss, their silly fights, the nights when he would come home from a game exhausted but would still call to hear her voice. They talked about love—without having to use the word.

At the end of dessert, Pedri stood up, adjusted his shirt cuffs and excused himself. He returned shortly after with his hands hidden behind his back and a nervous look in his eyes. He stopped next to her chair.

“I thought of a thousand ways to do this. At home, at the beach, in the countryside... but none of them seemed right. Until I imagined this moment” with you, in Paris, celebrating everything we have built.

She looked at him with growing curiosity, her heart racing.

“Do you remember on our first anniversary you gave me a letter saying that you hoped that one day I would be more than your boyfriend?”

She nodded, laughing. She remembered perfectly. He had written in handwriting that he wanted to be “your best friend, your life partner, and if possible, your fiancé… someday.”

Pedri then took a small blue box from behind his back. She put one hand to her chest, frozen. But before she could react, he knelt down—and, upon opening the box, he revealed not a ring, but two delicate, simple, and elegant gold bands.

“I want to ask you something, but not what you are thinking right now.”

She frowned in surprise.

“We’ve chosen each other every day for the past five years. But we’ve never put it into words, or even a symbolic commitment. So…” he held out his hand, “will you marry me?”

She looked at him, between tears and laughter. He smiled back, with a sparkle in his eyes that revealed the seriousness behind the gesture.

“Marry me, I wouldn’t live without you by my side for even a second,” he added, still kneeling.

She got down from her chair without thinking twice and threw herself into his arms, making the waiters discreetly applaud in the background. In the middle of the tight hug, she whispered a "yes" so sincere that it made the whole world seem lighter.

Then he placed the ring on her finger and she did the same. When their eyes met again, everything that was left unsaid was imprinted there—in the silence filled with love, in the delicate touch of their fingers, in the tender kiss that sealed that new phase.

Paris witnessed the most beautiful beginning of a story that two hearts could live. And the Eiffel Tower, behind them, continued to shine — as if it knew exactly what was happening.

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[azrielstaylorsversion]

Brotherly support

Azriel x reader (x Rhysand sibling)

Y/N needs her big brother and tells him the good news she has just received.

My feet carry me to Rhys's office. I hadn't even been aware of it until I was standing in front of his door.

He was still in there, since the lights are on and I know about the loads of work he has to do.

Azriel was currently on a mission. He would be gone until at least tomorrow morning. But I couldn't wait.

I knock twice, waiting for my brother to let me in.

"Come in." he says.

I carefully open the door, finding him behind his desk with only a tiny bit of paperwork left.

His face immediately lightens up when he sees me, a tired smile on his face.

I smile back, trying to hide the nervousness. "I see you're almost done." I point out, walking over the chair on the other side of his desk, right in front of him.

"Yes. Well, this could've waited until tomorrow, but I would rather have it done right now." he tells me, looking me over.

I try and speak, but he cuts me off. "What's wrong?" he asks gently.

I try to brush it off. Did I even want to tell him? "Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to see you." I try.

He stares at me for a few seconds. "You don't have to worry about him you know?"

"Oh-. No that isn't... No that isn't the problem. I know I'll see him tomorrow." I tell him, looking at my hands.

"So there is a problem?" he says. "What is it? Did something happen? Are you hurt? Is there something with Az?" worry takes over his voice.

My eyes go wide. "No. No, I'm not hurt. And no Azriel has nothing to do with... this." I say. "Well he has something to do with it, but not right now--" I start spitting out my words nervously.

I suddenly stand. "You know what, I should go. I'll see you tomorrow." I turn to walk away, but Rhys is already standing in front of me.

He takes my hands in his. "Just sit down and tell me what's wrong. You're worrying me." he tells me gently. "Please?"

I feel tears welling in my eyes, but I quickly swallow them back. I know Rhys can see I'm getting emotional. He knows me way too well.

I nod. "Okay." I sit down again. Rhys moves behind his desk and sits down as well.

He looks at me, waiting for me to speak, but he doesn't push.

"So, I've been experiencing some.. sickness for the last two weeks. And I tried to hide it, but it's gotten ten times worse over the last few days."

Rhys's comforting face shifts with worry. "You've never been sick. Are you alright?"

I take a deep breath before speaking. "Well, I went to see Madja about two hours ago, just as she was about to close for the day. And-" I say, looking everywhere but my brother's eyes. "well, I got the news I had expected. But since Az is gone I needed to see you. And I don't know what to do or how to tell him. What if he leaves me? I don't want him to do that." I start talking way too fast for my own brain to follow.

Rhys stops me. "What news did you expect?"

I finally look at him. Of course I had forgotten to tell him that part. "I'm pregnant Rhys."

I had never seen Rhys like this. I couldn't tell if he was angry or happy or sad.

"And you're happy with it?" he asks.

I nod carefully.

He stands and walks over to me, pulling me up into a big warm hug. "Then I am happy too." he says, hugger me tightly.

He releases me from the hug, "Why are you crying?" I hadn't even noticed I was crying.

I laugh, wiping the tears away. "Too many emotions."

He holds my hand. "Az doesn't know?"

I shake my head.

"Do you want me to ask him to come home right now?" he asks.

I shake my head again. "It's only a few more hours. I'll tell him tomorrow." I smile at my brother.

He puts a hand on my back, leading me out of the room. "Why don't we have a sibling evening."

I chuckle. "But it's already midnight."

"So?"

A rough warm hand caresses my cheek. I groan as light fills my vision.

"Hey." a gentle deep voice says. My favorite voice in the world.

I keep my eyes closed, but my arms open for my mate.

He chuckles and carefully lays down next to me, taking me into his arms instead.

"When did you get back?" I ask him while wrapping my arms around his body.

"A few minutes ago." he tells me. "I went to give a report to Rhys, but he told me to see you first."

My eyes shoot open, remembering yesterday.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, putting his hand on my cheek again. He must've felt my panic.

I look up at him for a few seconds. "Yes. But there is something you need to know."

He looks at me with curiosity. "Well, what is it? You're kind of confusing me."

I sit up. "So you know I've been a bit sick." I say.

"Well that doesn't sound very comforting. But yes, I know."

I snort. "Well, it turns out to be a good kind of sick."

He raises his eyebrows. "Good?" I can see him think, giving him a few more seconds to figure it out himself.

I can see the exact moment he realizes. His face turns into shock and excitement. "Are you..?"

I nod, feeling myself get emotional. "Yes I am."

Azriel laughs and throws his arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I can't believe it."

I hug him back. This was the reaction I had hoped for. Tears fall down my face and a sob leaves my mouth.

Azriel pulls away from me to look at my face. "Hey what's wrong? This is happy news right?"

"Happy tears." I sob again. "I don't know why I'm so emotional."

He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. "We're going to be parents." he says with excitement.

I nod, letting out a laugh and kissing him.

He slowly pulls away from me. "Does Rhys know? Is that why he told me to see you first?" Azriel asks.

I nod again. "I told him last night after I visited Madja. I didn't know what to do."

"And he wasn't like... mad?" Azriel asks me.

"No Az, he isn't going to try and kill you for getting me pregnant. He was really happy actually." I tell him with a laugh. "And even if he wasn't, it wouldn't matter. We are happy. That's all that matters."

Azriel lets out a sigh of relief. "That's good."

"It's finally happening." I whisper. "We'll be parents in a few months."

Azriel smiles. "Yes we will." he pulls me as close as possible, tugging me to lay down in bed.

That's how we stayed for the following hours, wrapped in each others warmth, talking about baby names and the possible gender. Simply perfect.

[chlosallow]

┃ ⋆.˚ ★— first time awkwardness

you weren’t enemies. that was dramatic. a childish term. but you weren’t exactly friends. you hated each other. you always have ever since you were kids for a reason neither of you even remembered anymore.

but did that stop you from thinking he was attractive? hell no. but you would never admit it out loud.

until today.

you were just going on with your day until late at night while you were sitting on your couch, chris came pounding on your door. the second you open the door, you see chris in sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair a complete mess. he looked like he had just ran for miles, his cheeks a bright red.

and before you could get a word out, chris’s lips were on yours. you couldn’t process what was happening for a few seconds, your eyes widening as you feel chris’s hands on your cheeks. but you quickly gain control and move your hands to his chest, pushing him away from the kiss.

“chris what the hell??” you ask as you keep your hands on his chest, making sure he doesn’t spook you again.

he’s breathless. his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. his hands stay on your cheeks as you watch his adams apple bop.

“i can’t do this anymore. you drive me crazy. you make me feels things i haven’t felt before since fuckin’ third grade. i can’t hold it anymore. i need you.”

and with that, he’s smashing his lips back onto yours. and you can’t keep him away. because you don’t want to. his words make your knees buck, swallowing hard.

and then your pinned against the wall by your closed door, chris holding you by the hips, your arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss grows hungrier.

“jump.” chris murmurs against your lips, his hand patting the back of your thigh twice. you quickly comply, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands finding your bottom.

“where’s your room?” he mutters, barely pulling back from the kiss to move his kisses down your neck and jaw.

“up the stairs, second room on the left.” you let out breathlessly, feeling as chris begins to move the direction you told him.

he soon finds your room, closing the door with his foot and leading you to the bed. he lays you down, his lips never leaving your neck as his hands move down your body, exploring, memorizing.

his hand moves down to the end of the shirt, tugging it, silently pleasing to take it off. you nod quickly, letting out a quick "mhm" as you watch chris pull away from your neck to look at you. he looks down at you breathlessly before quickly tugging your shirt over your head.

he tosses the shirt towards your desk, lips going down to your chest but before he could kiss your body, you both hear a loud bang from the desk. you both shoot up, looking towards the sound to see a cup of your pens scattered on the floor with your shirt next to it.

"shit- sorry." chris quickly mutters as he pushes himself off and goes straight to the floor, kneeling and picking up your pens quickly, trying to put them back in your cup.

"it's fine chris.. don't worry about them" you shake your head, propping yourself up onto your elbows, letting out a small laugh. "chris, get back up here and leave the pens. they're fine, really."

chris looks up at you, his eyes big and soft, apologetic before slowly pushing himself up and walking towards the bed. he sits down next to you and nods.

"i- i've never done this.." chris murmurs, looking down at you, watching your chest rises and fall with your breaths.

"what!? the chris sturniolo hasn't hooked up with girls at every party he goes too?" you ask, a sly smirk on your face as you watch his eyes go down.

he's not pleased though. his face drops as his eyes dart back up to yours.

"i haven't either. calm down."

and with that, you are back on your back, chris in between your legs as your kissing again. your hands tugging on the back of his hair, his hands roaming your body, playing with the lace of your bra. his knee finds right between your legs and presses against it. a gasp escapes your lips as chris breaks the kiss, watching your reaction to his knee.

"shit- thought you haven't done this before?" you murmur against his lips, leaning your head back as your spread your thighs a little wider.

"my friends tell me their tricks." he murmurs back, one of his hands slipping under your bra, barely brushing against your breast.

"right.. fair."

you move your hands down his shoulders and chest, finding his sweatpants. your fingers play with his sweatpants strings as he leans down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

you begin to pull down his sweatpants, feeling the loose fabric slide easily down his thighs. you lean up slightly to try to tug his bottoms off completely but they suddenly stop at his ankles.

"damnit.. my shoes." he whispers breathlessly as he breaks the kiss. he quickly turns onto his back, sitting back on the bed, kicking off his shoes and his sweatpants.

you shake your head as you watch him carefully put his clothes next to the bed on the ground. he quickly gets back into action, his hands moving to your shorts, his lips attaching to your bra, kissing all over it. his fingers fiddle with your button, not being able to get them unbuttoned. he lets out a groan against your lace bra, leaning his forehead against your chest.

"need help there?" you ask with a small huff, your hands moving to chris's hair, running your fingers through it.

"nope, jus' taking my time.." he whispers, the lie obvious through his teeth. he looks down to watch his fingers, finally getting the button done. he unzips the zipper and quickly tugs down your shorts.

"see? i got it." he murmurs, kissing down your chest and ending by your thighs, moving to kneel on the ground in front of the bed, his hands on either thigh.

"right.. you got it." you whisper watching as he moves down between your legs, his eyes up on yours, looking through his eyelashes.

"yeah.. i got it."

[gothicfied]

It's summer love, baby - Jude Bellingham Oneshot

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: Seeing you with another guy at a backyard party, Jude knew he had to confess his feelings for you. Quickly.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking alcohol, other than that it's just fluff, best friends to lovers, reader wants Jude badly (who doesn't?), 23/24 Jude, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: kinda hate everything at the moment, school's been stressful, but here you go. Haven't written anything in a while ngl I hope this doesn't suck

Jude Bellingham. Everytime that name left your lips, you could feel your heart skip a beat. What kind of pathetic weirdo are you that you can't even think about him without becoming all giggly and kick your feet. You are best friends. At least, you're supposed to be. But something, ever since he moved to Spain and started playing for Real Madrid, changed between you guys.

You'd say growing up with him being your neighbor was one of the best things about your childhood. Jude and you went to the same kindergarten together, the same elementary school and even secondary school and so on. You used to do track, right next to the big field of grass that his team would train on. Wherever you were, he was there too. Wherever he went, he took you with him. It was like an unwritten rule Jude and you had put up the second you shyly asked each other if you're 'best friends'. That was in second grade.

The player had been home for a couple of days now, and after the loss against the spanish national team in the Euro's, there's nothing that consult him. The wound of it was still fresh, burning with disappointment in himself — It had cut Jude deep, especially because he out of everyone in the team thought they were going to bring it home this time. At least that's what he told you.

You two were sitting in his, very nice, car, driving to one of your mutual friends' house. Since all Jude did was sulk at home, your friendgroup decided to at least throw a summer party, before he left England again for vacation.

"God, it's been so long since we went out together, huh?" Jude flashed you a smile, his stupidly perfect white teeth grazing his lower lip. Oh, how much you missed him smiling at you in real life, Face Time was just not cutting it anymore. It quite literally punched all the air out your lungs as it took you a moment to regain your thoughts. "Well.. yeah, you could've flown me out to you more, you know?" You replied back, returning a smile.

Coming to a halt at a red light, Jude whipped his head to the side to face you, raising his eyebrows like he couldn't believe you: "What? What do you mean? I've asked plenty of times—!" He was cut off by you laughing, waving him off like he wasn't telling the truth.

He was, but sadly life often got in the way of you two. You, and only you, had visited him once or twice down in Spain, but you're obviously also an adult with adult responsibilities and adult things to do.. like pay taxes. Or go to uni. Or get the oil of your car changed. You hadn't quite figured this out yet, and Jude always took the opportunity to make fun of you for it.

"You know damn well it would've worked out better if you wouldn't always procrastinate all your assignments until the last day available.." Jude mumbled as he pulled into the driveway of Danny's house, but you pretended like you didn't hear him.

Danny was actually also a long time friend of his. You only knew him through Jude, regarding him as an acquaintance, nothing more. Sadly, he doesn't accept that — The countless of times Danny had texted you, called you, tried to invite you on a date were actually tiring. He was a nice enough guy, but he just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

While you checked your purse if you had brought everything with you, Jude had already gotten out of the car and made a beeline to your side, opening the car door for you like always. "M'lady.." He said in that stupid flirty tone that always got you. Even if you rolled your eyes, even if you pretended like this was the worst thing ever, you always took his hand that he offered and let him help you out of the drivers seat.

"You're a charmer."

"I know I am."

Danny, while being real annoying, had one of the biggest backyards you've ever seen. The party was already at it's peak with people everywhere, just no one you recognized. Jude still held your hand, dragging you closer to him: "Stay close to me, okay?" he had leaned down to talk directly in your ear, "Danny tends to let.. kind of everyone in. I don't want you to be the victim of some creep." You squeezed his hand as a small sign of gratitude and before you could even say something, the other man suddenly started to approach you two, almost like he was summoned as soon as Jude spoke about him.

"Didn't think you'd actually show!" The redhead, yes he's a redhead, yelled over the music, dabbing Jude up. While they held small talk, all you could do is awkwardly stand next to them, inching closer to the english player everytime Danny's eyes lingered on you for too long.

"Real glad you brought her here with you, too. I was kinda startin' to miss ya! How come you never text back?" Due to Danny's scouser accent and the music and all the talking around you, you could barely make up what he was saying, but judging by the way Jude put an arm around you in an instant, it must've been something... weird.

"Bro, you gotta let it go man. You know she doesn't want you like that." Jude laughed at his own words and gave Danny a firm pat on the shoulder, before turning both of you away from him in an attempt to get out of the situation.

He wasn't your boyfriend, you knew that. He didn't like you in that way, you knew that. He's your best friend, you knew that. But, you weren't stupid. His reaction everytime you brought up a boy who's been bothering you was the same since late middleschool: jealous. Right? Yeah.. yeah, jealous. Definitely. You hoped it wasn't just your huge crush on him making you imagine things.

...

After an hour or two, the music had gotten louder, more people kept swarming in like moths to a flame and the taste of alcohol lingered on your tongue. You had promised yourself not to get too drunk, but the fact that you seemed to attract every toxic gym bro or incel nice guy at this party made you wanna down some more tequila shots. You and Jude had gotten seperated about half an hour ago, as some blonde girl swept him away when she realized who he was. That had already kinda ruined your mood for the night, but the guy that has been talking to you for the past ten minutes and who won't leave you alone made it a hundred times worse.

You were leaning against a tree, which was prettily decorated with fairy lights, idly sipping at your drink as you pretended to listen to the man in front of you. He was talking about cars or whatever, something that definitely did nit interest you in the slightest. But, at least from here you had a good view on where Jude was. He was sitting on one of those outdoor sofas, legs spread with his shirt half unbuttoned, talking to that pretty blonde girl from... wherever she came from. You bit down on your cheek everytime you saw her touch his arm or his hand or laugh at his stupid jokes just a tad bit too loud. Come on, he isn't even that funny, what the hell.

You didn't even realize you were staring, not until Jude made eye contact with you, giving you a look of 'Is everything okay?'. So, you snapped out of it, giving him a half-smile and looked back at the person in front of you. Seriously this guy has been talking to basically himself for like 15 minutes now and he's still going.

Now Jude was alerted of your situation, seeing from even afar that you were uncomfortable, felt awkward.. Having caught your eyes linger on him for so long made him forget about his conversation as a whole. If he was being honest, he was probably just talking to this girl to distract himself from you. He felt so stupid, so pathetic that apparently, he could do anything but try to make a move on you.

Why couldn't this just be like in movie or in books? Where you just knew how much he wanted you and kissed him. Because he would, for sure, not be the one to pull back first.

"Excuse me." He promptly cut off the blonde girl, getting up from the sofa. You were so focused on not focusing on Jude the entire time, that you didn't even notice him approaching.

"So, you know, the guy that rammed into me didn't even want to pay for the dama—"

"Heyyyy... sorry it took me so long, ready to go now, babe?" Jude slid beside you, snaking an arm around your waist. Your eyes immediately lit up the second you felt his presence next to you, feeling your heart drop in an instant. You tried your best to go along: "Oh, yeah, no worries," you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, "it was really nice talking to you, Tobi!"

Tobi, the guy, took a good look at you two. First at Jude, then at you, then back again at Jude, who was just grinning with pride, basically whisking you away. All you heard was: "Wait, your boyfriend is THE Jude Bellingham???"

...

With a click, you opened the door of the passenger seat of Jude's car. "You really have to stop entertaining guys for nothing." He said, tone more serious than it was before. While the two of you quickly walked out of there, you joked around, poking fun at him for thinking he was some great hero now.

"Dudeee, it was literally whatever. Poor guy, he probably feels so stupid now."

"For what? Flirting with the girlfriend of the best midfielder in the world?"

"Didn't you bring home a silver medal just last week?"

"Didn't I bring you the literal Champions League Trophy?"

Jude came to a stop right in front of you, crossing his arms in front of his chest while trying his very best not to snicker or laugh. You just raised your eyebrow: "I'm not even your girlfriend."

His eyes were probably the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. While gazing up at them in that moment, you didn't even register what had just left your mouth and the kind of reaction he showed to your words.

Yes, you were convinced, Jude Bellingham is a work of art. Everything about him was perfect. The way he delicately cupped your cheek and looked at you like you were the only important thing in his life, the way he smiled at you while moving his face closer to yours and especially the way his lips fit and moved so perfectly against yours, like he was made for you.

He kissed you with passion, pouring years of love and yearning into it, regreting all the times he didn't do this sooner when he realized how sweet you tasted. You kissed him back, telling him all the feelings you had for him in that small moment through the action, but it seemed enough.

And Jude didn't dare to break the kiss first.

[halfway-happyyy]

What if it's the first time Frank and reader get intimate together and he just... Doesn't fit? Like he tries to put it in and it's just painful despite all the lube they're using. Maybe Reader cries a little bit because the pain is too much for her and she feels like it's her fault somehow? I love your work, keep it up! ❤️

thank you for reading!! glad you're enjoying, my sweet 💙

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he had waited a month to kiss her for the first time, because he was nothing if not a gentleman.

it had nothing to do with not wanting to; god, he'd wanted to from the moment he sat down in front of her at the Mexican haunt on the lower east side. wanted to from the moment he poured a drop of the unlabeled hot sauce onto her finger and coaxed her into trying it. wanted to from the moment she twisted her face up at the heat, but he played his cards close to his chest because he had to be sure.

and, it didn't take him long to be sure. she'd had him over for dinner one evening a month later, and as he watched her move around her small kitchen with ease, he knew then that he wanted to kiss her; he wasn't sure he'd ever wanted anything more... so he sidled up beside her and asked.

she had laughed at first - a high-pitched breathless one that made his heart stir in the most pleasant of ways and beamed at him.

"course ya can, frank. I've been wondering when you would."

it was awkward at first. no point in pretending it wasn't. his nose got in the way a couple of times (it almost always did), and the smoke alarm went off twice. it didn't help that frank had only been with one other person since maria, so he wasn't exactly practised in the romance department, but the two of them found their rhythm after a while. what struck him the most, was that he found he didn't want to stop. he liked the innate push and pull of her lips, the sharp, quick nip of her teeth at his bottom lip, and then the sweep of her plush tongue to quell the sting of her bite. yeah, frank was a fan.

and while he couldn't get enough of her after that first initial taste, he still waited another month for things to progress further. what he was waiting for really, was for her to tell him that she was ready. he had to hear it from her directly; because as much as he wanted all of her, it had to be on her terms.

"I want to, frank."

she had whispered it so lowly into his ear that he almost missed it.

"if that's what you've been waiting for," she rushed to fill the sudden ticking silence. "I want you."

frank's cock stiffened at her words, and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, to breathe deeply for a couple of seconds. when he pulled away, it was to press a couple of kisses to her cheek.

"we don't have to. I'm uh... content to lay here and just make out with you until I whither up and kick the bucket."

she laughed at that. "my, you do have a way with words, mister castle." she let the words settle between them before speaking again. "I do want to, frank. It's just been... a little while, so I may need a little coaxing."

frank kissed her once more before standing from his position between her legs. "you wanna help me with this stuff, sweetheart?"

she shook her head slowly, and wedged her bottom lip between her teeth. "nah, the view from down here is just fine."

he smirked, and shucked the t shirt from his torso, dropping it on the floor by his feet. next to go was the belt from his jeans, and his jeans, which pooled around his bare feet. he hooked his thumb in the waistband of his black briefs and slid those down his thighs slowly, reveling at the feeling of his hard dick as it sprang free from it's constrictions.

"my god," she gasped.

frank spit into the palm of his hand and fisted it along the length of his thick cock. "think ya can handle it, sweetheart?"

lip still firmly in place between her teeth, all she could manage was a small moan and nod of her head.

frank met her back at the bed. "your turn," he murmured, before pulling her up.

he reckoned that maybe he liked this part the most; liked taking his time with her. liked discovering where on her body she shivered at the feel of his fingertips, where scars were, where freckles and moles were. there was an intimacy to it that frank didn't know he yearned for until he was knee-deep it it. when she was fully nude, he danced his fingers down the front of her, stopping just shy of the short thatch of hair that grew there, and made him positively feral.

"can I?" he whispered, which sent a shiver down her spine.

she nodded against him. "yes please, frank."

he settled his forehead against hers, parted her, and then slipped two of his fingers into her. his eyes fell shut at the impossibly wet, and warm, sensation of her as her walls involuntarily hugged his fingers. "christ, baby, that's so good."

"want you frank," her voice was a wineglass on the edge of a table.

frank pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and nodded. "gonna give it to you baby, but I gotta work you up a little first, alright? gonna be a big stretch for you, and I don't want it to hurt."

she nodded against him, and he began to fuck her slowly with his fingers, making sure to curve them at the hilt, so that he managed to hit her g spot each time. she was unravelling quickly, and he wanted at least an orgasm from her under his belt before they went any further.

"how's 'sat feel, baby?" he whispered, before picking up his speed.

she was a loss for words and began to whimper and grind against him for extra friction - it was all of the encouragement he was going to get from her in her current state, so he kept going. he kept going until he felt her walls start to gutter around him like the flame of a candle in the wind. he kept going until her nails left miniscule half-moon crescents in his shoulder blade, kept going until she stilled against him completely and came hard around the thick, calloused fingers buried deeply inside of her.

"that was such a good start, baby," frank murmured and guided her back to the solace of the bed. he settled back between her legs, and gestured to the small bottle of lube he'd pulled out earlier. "will you do the honours?"

she nodded, grabbed the bottle and poured a healthy amount of it onto his hard cock. frank's head fell back, and he groaned at the sudden coolness of the liquid, and of the sensation of her hand as she coated him with it. "attagirl, baby. just like that."

frank never moved far from her forehead, and lined the head of his swollen cock at the entrance of her slick slit. "breathe with me baby, okay? gonna be tight." she nodded against him, widened her thighs, and inhaled deeply. he pushed forward, but to his surprise, her walls remained rigid. he pulled out slightly to tease his head against the swollen bud of her clit, earning her a high, breathy moan, and tried again... to no avail.

"it's not... fitting," she gasped. frank couldn't tell whether the frustration in her voice was a result of surprise, or disappointment.

he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm gonna try once more, baby, but then we gotta stop for a while, okay? cause I genuinely cannot bare the thought of hurtin' you in any way."

she tried to angle her hips in a way that might yield positive results, and even though he managed to go an inch further this time, she just wasn't budging. and the grimace on her face told him everything he needed to know. as frank pulled out of her, he watched a tear cascade down the edge of her eye, and quickly thumbed it away.

"sh, shh. don't cry, baby. it's okay." he fell back onto the space of bed beside her, and pulled her to his chest.

"It's my fault frank," she confessed. "I'm just so... disappointed in myself."

frank placed two fingers under her chin and tilted it up so that they were gazing at each other. "what's this about it being your fault?" she opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her. "don't ever say that to me, okay? you are perfect just the way you are."

"I've basically been celibate since meeting you, frank. It's been a while for me, there's a reason you don't fit."

frank coaxed her back onto his chest, and sifted his fingers through her hair. "we'll get there together, just gotta be patient. for now, this is enough for me. is it enough for you?"

she waited a while before confirming that it was.

he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and asked if she was okay. "did I hurt you?"

she traced lazy circles around the broad planes of his toned chest before shaking her head. "no, you didn't hurt me, frank."

he let the dust settle on the silence before murmuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. that she truly felt like home to him.

"we'll try again when it's the right time."

[twistedteatime]

Care

A/N: I feel like crap today. I'm better now than I was earlier. I wanted some period care with Bucky and decided to write it myself. I've got other fics to write, but this is the one that came of today. It's not in the Scorpio AU. It's just a standalone.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x !femReader

POV: 2nd no use of Y/N.

Summary: Bucky comes home and finds you in a state of pain because of your period and takes care of you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Strangely enough I don't think there's any LANGUAGE to warn about for once. Fluff. Care. Talk of heavy period pain symptoms (because I'm not in the tribe of periods being unmentionable). Bucky and Alpine being cute. I can't think of anything else. (I'm sure there's more but I can't remember)

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You were still home when Bucky walked into the house. His brows scrunched together as his blue eyes looked at you as you shuffled back through the doorway from the bathroom, Alpine following you with a worried meow.

Concern bubbled in his stomach at the sight of your pale face and tired, heavy-lidded eyes, sweat soaking through one of his T shirts you were wearing. Then you looked at him as he was looking at the pulled-out drawers, tears pooling in your eyes as he stepped in with a gentle sigh and locked the door as he always did.

He knew what this was. He hated it, but not for most reasons men hated it. Bucky hated what it did to you.

Not every month, but too often for his liking your period put you in a state like this. The last couple of months had been alright, but not this one.

You sniffled, “I can’t find the heating pad anywhere. I’m so hot, though. I’ve already changed my clothes twice. I’m hungry but the thought of food makes me wanna puke. I did puke. It feels like my uterus wants to implode. My head hurts…and I’m so tired!”

You were overwhelmed. It wasn’t the first time.

Pain radiated in your lower back, your lower abdomen felt like it was a hand mercilessly squeezing a tube, your thighs ached and you could feel the start of a migraine coming that was almost guaranteed if you started crying. If you cried you were done for but you were so tired it hurt to hold it together.

He didn’t hesitate another moment.

“Shh…I’m home now, sweetheart. It’s gonna be alright.” Bucky soothed, walking quickly over to you to scoop you up in his arms to carry you to the couch, “The heating pad is in the closet. I’ll go get it. Does it help to sit or help to walk?”

“Sit.”

“Okay. Don’t move. I’ve got you, okay?” he asked and you nodded, wiping your eyes, smiling a bit when he kissed your forehead.

You’d been worried when you first moved in together that he didn’t understand what you meant when you said your periods could get bad. It worried you how he’d react to them and how long it’d take before he got annoyed with them. The first time he saw what happened in its full “glory” Bucky had been intensely worried but had also sprung himself into action to do everything he could to alleviate it.

He had even asked Sarah for help and followed her advice to the letter. Including trying to get you to go to the doctor. You found it ironic with how much he hated going to them himself that he was willingly taking you to one.

The experience didn’t improve his opinion on them. Not that you didn’t warn him what would happen. You’d been through it enough.

Just take Tylenol, Advil, Aleve, Pamprin, Midol, etc. Eye rolls. Ignored.

You were used to it. Bucky didn’t give up. He kept trying and whenever you had a bad month he was always there to take care of you. It helped more than the OTC meds and even though you found a doctor that listened, which you were slightly convinced their fear of your boyfriend played a large factor in, you still had bad months.

In a moment he was there with the large pad, plugging it in and handing you the controls to place it over your front, and he had another one of his shirts. You just raised your arms for him to pull the sweat soaked one off and let him put on the lighter dry one. He put an extra blanket on the couch behind you knowing once the hot flash was over you’d get cold. Bucky didn’t want you to feel cold just in case he wasn’t done before you did.

Next came a large glass of water with a wedge of lemon in it and three different flavors of candy canes or peppermints. He kept them in the house year-round once he figured out that one of them was usually likely to help with your nausea. The next part was the hard part.

“I know you don’t feel good, sweetie, but you really do need to eat. What have you tried?”

“Toast. It didn’t stay down…and I just can’t…think of something that tastes…good.” You answered and he nodded, thinking before carefully suggesting a few things that you usually would eat on days like this until you slowly nodded, “That…that’s not nauseating…”

He nodded and went back into the kitchen, Alpine hot on his tail. Occasionally you’d hear her meow at him and him respond to it. Soft, short, then a bit more accusatory.

“Have you been watching Kitchen Nightmares with her again?”

It made you chuckle sleepily. He brought out your food a few moments later, sitting with you to eat, putting on one of your favorite shows that you knew he secretly liked even if he said he didn’t. Still he mostly kept his eyes on you with soft, caring, and concerned ones.

The food stayed down. You’d love to say it always did when he made it, but sometimes it didn’t want to. You’d love to say the moment he got home that the pain subsided but you both knew that wasn’t how it worked. You’d love to say a lot of things you couldn’t, but you focused on what you could before the heaviness of your thoughts could pull you down too far.

Bucky was a cuddler on regular days but on these ones he took it to the next level whenever you needed it. Sure there were days you didn’t want to be touched, which he respected without question, but those days were far fewer than the ones where you just wanted to be held.

This was one of them and as soon as you were both done with your food and the dishes put away Bucky returned and pulled you into his lap, heating pad and all.

Alpine hopped up into your now vacant seat as she always did, curling herself up where you had been. Like usual she looked at you, then looked at Bucky, and then he nodded. Only then did she either lay her head down or turn it to look at the TV with the two of you.

It depended on what you were watching.

You were still sweating. Bucky noticed this and held out his left hand to you. The metal of it was cool, soothing, and even if it was a strange use for it, in some ways, to him, he was grateful for it. So were you while guiding it where you wanted, usually to your spine which sometimes required you to shift around a bit so he could run his hand up and down it. Sometimes it was just to your face. Sometimes, like today, you just slipped it under his shirt on you and around your side so he’d hold you closer.

He always did and you never failed to doze off, head against his shoulder within the next ten or so minutes. Usually less. Eyelids heavy, head foggy, you’d doze off even if it took you some time.

“Thank you.” You said softly, meekly, and his heart clenched as it always did.

To him it wasn’t something he needed to be thanked for, but, he supposed, he thanked you for things you didn’t think needed thanking for.

So he replied the same way you did, “You don’t need to thank me, but if it makes you feel better, you’re welcome.”

“Hmm.” You hummed, cuddling into him more with a small smile.

“Feelin’ better?”

“Yeah…sleepy…” you answered and he nodded, holding you close, “Sleepy and weird questions. Like: what did women with periods crave before chocolate was a thing?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I’m not that old.” He retorted lightly, lips curling up softly when you chuckled heavily, drifting off slowly, “Probly some other sweet thing. Like honey.”

“Mh…why?”

“I don’t know. Energy from the sugar?”

“Then why’d I crave chips?” you asked sleepily.

“They’re carbohydrates. Carbs are energy.”

“Then why’m I so sleepy?” you mumbled and he just cuddled you with a small smile.

“Hormones and other things. Get some sleep, baby, I’ve got you.” Bucky said and you smiled while dozing off, knowing you were safe and cared for.

Once he was sure you were asleep, and that Alpine wasn’t watching it, he turned your show off to put something else on. Something he knew you liked even if you teased him for it being old and kind of corny. He wasn’t really watching it; he was typing into his phone.

To your doctor.

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A/N: Someone might be in trouble. Slight, teensy weensy itty bitty kinda sorta soft dark Bucky. Maybe. Bascially this is what I'd want from Bucky today for myself so...call it self indulgent. It helped. I feel better now. Sort of. Enough to function on my other fics.

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"New tricks" GN BOT READER × Sunstreaker + Sideswipe

Summary: Sunstreaker catchs reader slipping during a spar and doesn't hesitate to jump at the opportunity to get one over on them.

Warnings: Dubious consent (but reader is horny and 100% willing), MDNI 🔞

G1 characters: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe

Genre/Theme: Smut! 🔞 Scenario

Notes: This is based off of older reader who uses petnames which you can find here. Reader bottoms and gets their valve used. The twins think Reader is fragging the other autobot officers. (They aren't)

Pronouns: You, your, yours, they, their, them.

Sunstreaker was trying for the frag he didn't even know what attempt to get one over on you in a spar.

And then it happened. Sunstreaker found an opening. You'd already knocked him onto the floor a good ten separate times today so maybe you got sloppy- but Sunstreaker wasn't going to miss the opportunity. He knocked you to the ground and wrestled until he had you pinned on your front. Him leaning over the back of you using his frames weight to keep you still. Both your arms were pinned to your own back by one of Sunstreakers servos.

You only chuckled even with your faceplate resting against the floor. "Wow Sunny, guess you finally won huh?" Sunstreaker clicked his glossia, the warmth having long bubbled into an actual fire and into a burning inferno of frustration. Every little smile, every little glance, every little stupid repetition of "Sunshine" from you- Sunstreaker was sick of it. And now he had you pinned and at his mercy and you still. Wouldn't. Say. His. Designation.

Sunstreaker was going to frag his frustrations right into you.

Sunstreakers digits dug into the edges of your modesty plate trying to find the manual release. Sunstreaker was going to get you to call him his designation- he's shoving your helm harsher against the ground, "Hey now-" You squirmed against his hold "You saying you're interested in my valve? A fossil like me? Sunny you're a pervert!" You laughed again and it's still so light and it only makes Sunstreaker more heated because that's not his designation on your glossia yet. You still aren't taking him seriously-! But you allow your modesty panel to pull back before he can claw at it again leaving your array open for Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker takes a quick look at your valve before shoving two digits into you. He crooks them and next slide forward he's knuckle deep in you. You're wet- so wet that your opening up further for him fast. "You calling me the pervert?" Sunstreaker crooks his digits deeper and then scissors them watching how your valve opens easily under the action. "You're the one already getting off on this." Sunstreaker hisses out, ignoring his own spike that was currently throbbing hard against his own modesty panel.

"What- Ha- ah-" Sunstreaker pulled at the rim of your hole with his digits and bit his bottom derma when your valve obediently stretched with his light insistence. "What can I say? Ha- been a while since I've overloaded- Can't blame a bot for being bent up? Can you?- Agh-" Sunstreaker pulled his digits out and his servo curled around your spike instead and jerked twice languidly.

Your spike immediately started spilling pre lubricant all over itself. Sunstreaker scoffed "What-? like you expect me to believe you're not bending over for any of the other officers? Jazz? Ironhide? Optimus?" It was only a rumor based on your own flirtatious nature but the fact that you don't respond to him only makes Sunstreakers spike press harder against his panel. So Sunstreaker let's it open and his spike pressurizes properly.

Sunstreaker huffs and puts his full weight on your back again, and he lines his spike up against your valve. The head of his spike kissing your valve entrance "Say it." Sunstreaker grounds out against your audial his one free servo gripping the metal of your hip hard. His other still pinning your wrists to your back.

You're quiet for a moment, as if considering your options and then you start again. "Sunny-" Wrong! Sunstreaker snapped his hips and buried his spike inside you in one solid motion. You coughed a vent and clenched around his length. Sunstreaker didn't wait to start slamming into your valve, every snap of his hips hitting your aft caused an audible sound.

You hadn't given up yet! You were still fighting him! "Say it- say it!" Sunstreaker hissed through his clenched denta. Sunstreaker working harder to pound you into the training room floor. He pushed his chasiss down on your back, forcing you against the floor even further. You're grunting and groaning while Sunstreaker continued to pound your valve. "Fragging say it!"

"Sunstreaker-" Frag! There it is! There it is-! Sunstreaker only growled his engine revving of its own accord. His servo released your wrists and moved to grip your hips tighter. Sunstreaker began physically dragging you backwards to meet him harder when he bottomed out inside you. You groaned and apparently accepting your lose, you continued rewarding him. "Sunstreaker- Sunstreaker! Sunstreaker-" Frag! Frag- your valve was squeezing his spike just right and your taking him and taking him- Sunstreaker was going to overload right in your valve- he's gonna stuff you full right here on the training room floor-

"Sunstreaker!" Frag yes- Sunstreaker bottomed out and pressed you harder against the floor. His hips rocking forward through every rolling wave of his overload with a heavy groan. The heat behind his helm slowly shimmered down the more transfluid he pumped into you. Sunstreaker eventually relaxed his jaw with gasping vents. The aftermath of his own overload trickling up his shivering plating.

The only sounds in the training room were both your rapid vents.

Then you laughed the way you did when you were teasing one of them. "Primus, Sunshine... was that worth it?"

Your words only light that fire back into his chassis. Sunstreaker slowly pulled back like he was going to pull out. Only to bottom back out aggressively, reveling in the choked gasp you gave in response. Sunstreakers servos tightened back on your hips with a scowl. He was gonna get it through your thick helm what his designation was!

Even if he had to frag right into you!

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Sideswipe was minding his own business when Sunstreaker simply Commed him "Help me." To which Sideswipe obviously asked "With what?" And then their bond, which was tight for the whole day, opened wide. And Sideswipe almost tripped when the hot charge of arousal and another frame running along his plating was felt distantly. Which only made Sideswipe deadly curious on who was Sunstreaker fragging- Sideswipe demanded "Who? And where?" Only to get the where, and now he was booking it to the training room In his alt mode. He was a bit too hot and bothered to care about the tire tracks he'd left on the ark floor from peeling out.

Sideswipe barreled into the training room in root mode, the door sliding shut behind him and he saw Sunstreaker on top of a familiar frame.

Oh frag yes it was you. Sideswipes optics brightened just a bit in excitement.

Sideswipe grinned and wondered over. "Well, well Sunny. Finally got one over on 'em?" Sunstreaker pulled back and sat on his aft, dragging you along with him as he moved. Your back was against Sunstreakers chassis and you were huffing in vents. Your optics were brighter then Sideswipe had ever seen them before. And it made Sideswipe want to see if he could make them even brighter.

"They got sloppy." Sunstreaker remarked before hooking his servos under your knees. Sunstreaker then pulled your legs open from behind. Fully exposing your interface array for Sideswipes optics. Your spike was still hard against your own plating and twitching occasionally. Your own transfluid was splattered on your own front, while your valve was dripping Sunstreakers transfluid onto the training room floor.

"Definitely not the only thing sloppy huh? Sloppy seconds?" Sideswipe knelt down between your thighs, his servos immediately trailing along your legs.

"Sloppy thirds actually." You muttered, leaning your helm back against Sunstreakers pauldron. "Hi, Sides'" you smiled rather lazily at him and it made Sideswipes optics brighten a bit more.

Sideswipe glanced at the transfluid still spilling out of your valve. Yeah Sunstreaker definitely stuffed you twice. ...How about Sideswipe stuffed you a third time? "Hey- So feel like playing nice, old timer?" Sideswipe could tell that's what Sunstreaker wanted help with. Seeing if they could maybe "break you in" and have you so well fragged you'd be more... inclined to listen to them. Since it was after Sunstreakers spar attempt Sideswipe could only assume it was about the obvious. You're little pet names for them.

You only huffed in amusement. "Can't say I am... What can I say? it's a bit hard to teach an old cyberhound new tricks."

"Hm- Hear that Sunstreaker? Gonna have to break them in a bit more to make 'em listen." Sideswipe let his modesty panel pull back and his spike pressurize.

Sunstreaker just pulled your legs open further giving Sideswipe better access. "Help train 'em then Sides."

Sideswipe lined his spike up and pushed forward. His spike slid inside you effortlessly after two rounds with Sunstreaker. Your own valve lubricant and Sunstreakers transfluid only made it slicker. "Slag-" Sideswipe cursed when you clenched around him, his pelvis pressing against your own when he bottomed out. "Nice valve- What? You used to taking spike like this?"

"Sorry a bit out of- ha-" You gasped when Sideswipe pulled back and started lazily rolling his hips. "Bit out of practice actually."

What so you weren't actually fragging any of the other officers? That was... surprising? But Sideswipe just buried himself back inside you and his servos found your frame. Servos running over your chassis. Sunstreaker leaned over your pauldron, making you tilt your helm to see and he locked derma with you. His brother hadn't hesitated to shove his glossia into your mouth and start making out with you.

"Sunny! You said you'd help me get them to call me something else!" You couldn't exactly do that with Sunstreakers glossia in your mouth!

Sunstreaker broke the kiss to huff out "Never said that." Only to shove his glossia back into your mouth. Sideswipe could hear you chuckling against Sunstreakers mouth, your chassis lightly shaking in laughter.

"You implied it!" Sideswipe scowled and curled his servos around your waist to pull you down to meet his thrusts. Sideswipe looked back up to watch you kiss Sunstreaker. You easily kept up with Sunstreakers enthusiasm even while Sideswipe was fragging you. Sunstreaker actually pulled back a touch when you tilted your helm at an angle and nipped at his bottom derma. Sunstreakers groan caught in your mouth and you chased him as he pulled back only forcing your glossia back into Sunstreakers mouth. Oral lubricant spilled down the side of Sunstreakers jaw. Out of practice Sideswipes aft... you could say you used to be a part time pleasure bot and Sideswipe wouldn't even reset his optics.

Sideswipe stopped thrusting and instead stayed where he was buried inside your valve. While one of his servos wrapped around your spike. You twitched at the touch and Sideswipe started stroking you off slow but steady with his servo. The longer Sideswipe jerked your spike off the more you slowly started to squirm under his touch. Your hips finally bucked against his and Sideswipe smirked as he watched your plating start to twitch.

You finally broke the kiss with Sunstreaker to turn to Sideswipe "What- c'mon babe give it to me."

Sideswipes engine jumped and he pulled out and thrust back in you and smiled again. "What was that?"

You huffed, one servo digging into Sunstreakers thigh while the other was on Sideswipes waist. "C'mon baby give it to me-" your optics half shuttered and you bit your bottom derma lightly as you stared at Sideswipe. Your optics were oh so bright- yeah this memory was gonna be Sideswipes go to self servicing material for a long time.

Sideswipes engine revved and he pulled back and started fragging you how he had wanted to. Fast and deep. You arched up when Sideswipe started jerking your spike again in time with his own thrusts. You clenched down on him every time Sideswipe bottomed out inside you- frag you were too good at this. You were totally sleeping with the other officers- you had to be! Sunstreaker locked derma with you again and pressed his glossia back against your own. You groaned against him and your spike started throbbing in Sideswipes grip- frag- Sideswipe was gonna overload right in you. Gonna stuff you even more-! "Frag!" Sideswipe grit his denta when his overload rocked into him. He kept jerking his servo and watched as you arched up and started shooting heavy ropes onto your own chassis. You clenched down on Sideswipes spike and practically milked his overload out of him. Sideswipe could only laugh at the dirty haze of it all.

Sunstreaker kept kissing you through your own overload and even while you were winding down. Eventually Sunstreaker pulled back, a string of oral lubricant spilt down your own throat and both your derma were a touch swollen from the heavy make out session. You were venting harsh, optics still very bright. Slag it all, Sideswipe kinda wanted to go again. But he started pulling out because he wanted to see his own transfluid spilling out of you.

You only grunted when Sideswipe pulled out. "Who said you can't teach old cyberhounds new tricks? Huh Sunny?" Sideswipe asked. The wet squelch of your transfluid stuffed valve sounded when it started pouring out of your fragged open hole. Sideswipe smirked at the sight, satisfaction running deep in him.

Only for the sound of the training room door opening making Sideswipe tense all over. "What in the- Get up!" Ironhide biting out an order had Sideswipe cringing and slowly lowering your thighs, closing his array, before standing. Sunstreaker did the same after untangling his frame from you as well. You however stayed on the floor, huffing in vents with your array still wide open for anyone to see with their transfluid still spilling out of you.

You just waved a servo at Ironhide dismissively and continued to vent. "Give- give me a klick Ironhide... still recovering from three back to back stuffings of transfluid."

"Three?" Ironhide looked up from you to both of them and sighed "Who went twice?"

Sideswipe immediately pointed a thumb at Sunstreaker and Sunstreaker slammed his pede into the back of Sideswipes knee making him almost fall over. Sideswipe cursed and turned ready to latch onto Sunstreaker but Ironhide just latched onto both of them instead, each servo around one of their arms. "None of that! You done fragged your superior officer on the training room floor! Cafeteria duty for a week! Starting now!"

"Wha- but!- They-" Sideswipe tried to object- you'd let them frag you after all! Well- maybe it was the fact they did it in the middle of the training room... in the middle of the day... when sideswipe was supposed to be not here. ...yeah that was probably it actually. Sunstreaker hadn't even bothered to say anything so he knew it too. Sideswipe finally just sighed and rolled his optics. "Fine. Later-" Sideswipe waved to you and you just saluted him with two digits. Ironhide released them and they both headed out the door.

Once the training room door closed behind them Sideswipe crossed his arms over his chassis. "So- Now we're fragging them?" Sideswipe asked aloud.

Sunstreaker just hummed. "If they call me 'Sunshine' again I'm gonna drag them somewhere and spike them till they remember my designation."

Oh hot. That was definitely a fun little idea. Sideswipe had only used your valve... Maybe Sideswipe could ride your spike next time you tried to call him "Pookie". Sideswipe grinned at the thought.

They were definitely gonna have some more fun with you.

[ceilidho]

The catfish price things is giving me vibes of “I’ll make her pay for daring to play with me like that, I’m a god damn respected man” and then just stalking her for a few days until he finds the perfect opportunity to make the pretty little thing pay, maybe take *real* pictures of her, after he messed her up pretty cute, filled up holes.

"Oh, you're fine," John clucks, verging on dismissive when she tries to twist out of his grasp again. He yanks her back by her hips before she's managed to wriggle even an inch away, relishing in the sound of her ensuing yip.

She squeals from where she's bent over the back of the couch, little feet kicking out, her painted toes barely grazing the floor. Her pleas come out garbled, muffled by the ring gag in her mouth. It's more than fair after what she's put him through. As much as John enjoys the sound of her pleasure, he prefers this, only the squelching sound of her pussy every time he fills it up and her pathetic little mewls.

He likes the way she looks like this. Hands bound at the wrist, toes curling and flexing every time he bottoms out, still a bit too tight to take him to the root. She clenches deliciously around his length, tighter than sin, hotter than hell. Everything he'd imagined she'd be like in the weeks since they started chatting online. The only thing he's thought about since the first time she messaged him unprompted and he laid eyes on the sweet thing smiling back at him from the photo next to her name.

"Miserable little thing," he murmurs, fingers squeezing into her hips hard enough to bruise. He'll have to tend to those later when they bloom. "After everything I've done."

John likes to think that he's a good man, but even his patience has its limits. He can handle being blown off once or twice, but five times in a month? While still brazenly asking him to send her another month's worth of rent? If he's going to be taken for a sucker, then he thinks some taking of his own is well deserved. Earned, even. He's paid three times over for the wet peach between her legs.

No one would call him the most technologically adept, but what he lacks in know how, he makes up for in resources. It hadn't taken him long to find her - or, more accurately, it hadn't taken the intelligence analyst whose shoulders John had held in an ever intensifying grip long to find her. After that, all he'd had to do was put in for his leave and pack an overnight bag before plugging her coordinates into phone.

"C'mon, 'nough of that. Can't push a man this much without expecting him to snap."

She wails something unintelligible behind the gag, but he's long learned to tune her protests out. She'd been full of them when he'd barged into her apartment earlier, steamrolling past her. The display of innocence would've been more impressive if he weren't in such a foul mood, in no right mind to hear the woman that'd been bleeding him dry for weeks claim to have never so much as heard his name before.

He lets go of her hip just long enough to pull his phone from his back pocket, sliding the camera open and framing everything from the line of her back to the soft curve of her ass. The soft shutter of his camera is loud enough for her to crane her neck back, eyes going wide at the sight.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," John tuts, tossing his phone away and bearing down over her until he can run his nose down the sweaty line of her neck. She shakes when he widens his stance, seconds from letting his mind go blank while he thrusts into her like a rutting bull. "You'll get yours too."