#he can strangle me💕💕

[your-thighness]

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[landoughnut]

Kiss Me - OP81

masterlist - request

pairing: oscar piastri x popstar!fem!reader (fc - tate mcrae)

summary: oscar fancied the worlds current favorite popstar, but he won't give up until she notices him

w/c & a/n: smau | I have the SAT tmr but here I am writing fics instead 🫶🏻 yolo

oscarpiastri FIRST 😫 WOW

username damn he's here before me and I was here in like 2 seconds

username I respect the grind oscar 🙏

username I wonder if she'll ever notice him

oscarpiastri I'd like to believe she will 😔

username omg hi king never give up 🗣️

oscarpiastri I wish I was there 😿 I also wish I was that mic

username AYOO real

oscarpiastri erm actually you're not supposed to agree 👍

username I'm waiting for this grid to finally find her account

username lando !!!

username GORGEOUSSSS ♥︎ by author

username omg I was there best concert EVERRR ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri #jealous

username it's alright race boy you were there in spirit 🙂

username oscarpiastri aren't you like a millionaire? why don't you just buy tickets

oscarpiastri username unfortunately I can't with traveling for racing, maybe I can sneak away though 😈

mclaren oscarpiastri no 🎀

mclaren playing your songs in our garage repeatedly 🧡 ♥︎ by author

username OOO SHE KNOWS MCLAREN EXISTS????

username username I think she's said in an interview she used to watch f1 sometimes !!

username OSCAR YOU HAVE A CHANCE ‼️

oscarpiastri chat I'm cooking up a plan 🫡

lando can I help?

oscarpiastri ehh no you suck at plans

lando meanie ☹️

username LMAOOOOO LLL

oscarpiastri is that 8 on your shirt for op81 👀😉

username you should send her some merch

oscarpiastri you've sparked an idea mate thanks 😼

username ur welcome

lando oscarpiastri help why are you spamming this poor girls comments on every post 😹

username lando be quiet let oscar be delusional

oscarpiastri OH MY 😮‍💨

username I almost thought that I was first

oscarpiastri never.

username mommy 🤤

oscarpiastri ew who even are you

username you tell em osc 📣

oscarpiastri #needthat

lando such a desperate boy tsk tsk

username desperate or determined?

maxverstappen1 desperate.

oscarpiastri HEY 😾

oscarpiastri the most beautiful girl ever

username aw a cute comment for once

lando keep it up osc compliments will surely work 💪

username date me pls 🧎‍♂️

oscarpiastri how about no 💕

oscarpiastri you guys laugh at me now but one day she'll write a song about me trust

lando have you hit your head during a race mate?

oscarpiastri australia is even better 😏 ♥︎ by author

username OH MY GOSH THIS IS NOT A DRILL

username NO WAY SHE ACTAULLY LIKED AN OSCAR COMMENT

lando LFGGGGGGGGG

lando guys do I call for an ambulance.. oscar let out this gasp that sounded like he was being strangled and then passed out

yourusername lando please do :) hope he's okay

lando yourusername well when he IS okay he'll pass out seeing your reply

username THIS IS CRAZYYYYY

username WHATTTTT

username NO WAY OMG

username AUSTRALIA??? AFTER OSCARS COMMENT ON HER LAST POST ⁉️

lando oscarpiastri TEXT ME NOW.

username guys do we think they met?

username 100%

username maybe mclaren invited her to the melbourne gp??

mclaren 👀 ♥︎ by author

username mclaren WHAT DO YOU KNOW

username mclaren LET ME INNNNNN

oscarpiastri nice picture 👍 ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri nice location too 😁 ♥︎ by author

username OSCARIZZ

maxverstappen1 I know things

lando maxverstappen1 HOW HAS HE TOLD YOU BEFORE ME WTH

maxverstappen1 lando I'm just better 🤷🏼‍♂️

username remember when oscar first admitted that she's his celeb crush like four years ago

username ahhh look how far we've come 🙏

lando oscarpiastri I feel like a proud mum

oscarpiastri do you mean dad?

lando no :')

username 🔥🥵🔥

oscarpiastri 🧯🔫🧯

username is that a threat

oscarpiastri 🙃

oscarpiastri IS IT HOT IN HERE 😍

oscarpiastri PHEW WEE 😻

lando simp

maxverstappen1 simp

charles_leclerc simp

carlossainz55 simp

lewishamilton simp

pierregasly simp

yourusername simp

oscarpiastri go get a life losers 🙄

oscarpiastri yourusername except you of course 😊 ♥︎ by author

username I FEEL LEFT OUT SMHHH

oscarpiastri SMASHHHHH ♥︎ by author

yourusername time and place?

username WOAHHH HELLO?? SHES FLIRTING BACK NOW????

lando we did it brothers 🫡

oscarpiastri WE??

username DOES THIS MEAN THERE IS SOMETHING⁉️

charles_leclerc 🏃‍♀️

username charles_leclerc TELL ME NOW HO

charles_leclerc username not with that attitude 😒

username charles_leclerc NO WAY WAIT I'M SORRY COME BACK

oscarpiastri I'm putting this picture above my bed 😎🤤

lando oscarpiastri stop using that drooling emoji you look like a weirdo

oscarpiastri BARK BARK BARK 🐶

username he's lost it

username nurse it's this one over here

username she can run me over and I'll apologize

oscarpiastri I don't think you'll be able to apologize after I run you over with my race car🫢

username oscarpiastri oh.....

mclaren oscarpiastri oh thats not...

username WHAT WHAT WHAT

lando LFGGGGGGGGGGGG

mclaren on repeat 🧡 ♥︎ by author

username WHY ARE THEY SO CHILL ABOUT THIS⁉️

username HARD LAUNCH????!!!!!

username THEY ARE SOOOOOO DATING

username ORANGE SUIT AND CAR FOR MCLAREN AYEEE

lando it's papaya actually ☝️🤓

maxverstappen1 hehe 😸

charles_leclerc I still don't know how oscar managed to pull this off

charles_leclerc oscarpiastri proud of you son

lando charles_leclerc if hes your son and I'm his mom, are we married? 🥺

maxverstappen1 lando no

username LESTAPPEN NEVER DIES ✊

pierregasly AYEEE oscar finally got the girl 🥳 I was sick of hearing him dying to be noticed

username does this mean I have a chance with lando

lando username depends, do you have kinder chocolate?

username lando yes...

lando username then yes, u have a chance😁

username IM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS

username IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM UGH

username REMEMBER OSCAR SAID IN HER COMMENTS ONCE THAT SHE'D WRITE A SONG ABOUT HIM ONE DAY

username LMAOOO AND WE ALL POINTED AND LAUGHED

username I guess he proved us wrong 🧑‍🦯‍➡️

oscarpiastri 🧡 ♥︎ by author

yourusername 🧡

[orangeblossomsintheair]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY | LN4

I can't find the sub!lando request this was for so.. anyway! if that was you, much love 💕

“oh- fuck- oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

lando’s head slams back against the headboard, curls sticking to his damp forehead as his chest heaves with ragged breaths.

his hands clutch your hips, fingers trembling, desperate to slow you down, but you’re relentless, splitting yourself in half on his cock inch by excruciating inch.

“baby-fuck, baby, please,” he chokes out, his voice cracking as a sob escapes his throat. “please, slow down. i can’t-i can’t take it-”

you hum softly, your nails dragging over his chest, catching against his heaving ribs as you lean forward, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “you can take it, lando. you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

his whole body trembles beneath you, his cock twitching inside your gummy walls, snug and squeezing him so tightly it feels like you’re pulling him apart piece by piece.

tears spill down his cheeks as he nods frantically, his voice breaking. “i am-I swear, baby, i’ll be good, just-fuck, it’s too much. you’re so-tight, so warm, it’s too much-”

you tilt your head, fingers sliding down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as they tense under your touch.

“no, it’s perfect,” you whisper, rolling your hips and grinding your clit against his pelvis. the pressure sends a shockwave through you both, and you gasp softly, nails digging into his skin. “you’re perfect, lando. you’re exactly where you belong-deep inside my cunny, filling me up.”

his breath comes out ragged, his hands clutching your hips tighter as his cock jerks inside you.

“don’t say that,” he cries, head falling forward, forehead pressing to your collarbone as his chest shakes with the force of his heaving. “fuck, don’t say that. i’m gonna come if you- god, baby, please-”

you laugh softly, a wicked, honeyed sound that makes his whole body tense. “but that’s what you want, isn’t it?” you murmur, tilting his chin up so his tear-filled eyes meet yours.

“you want to come for me. you want to give me everything, don’t you?”

“i do." he nods frantically as fresh tears spill down his cheeks. “i do, baby, but i can’t hold it- I wanna be good for you, but i can’t- fuck, i can’t-”

“can’t handle what, baby?” you murmur, lifting your hips, only to sink back down, taking him deeper. the wet sound of your movements fills the room, your clit dragging against the base of his cock as you bounce on him,

you lean in close, brushing your lips against his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “can’t handle how good it feels? can’t handle me taking everything from you?”

he sobs, his whole body shaking as his hips buck up involuntarily, pushing his throbbing cock deeper into the warm clutch of your cunt.

“yes- fuck, yes, it’s too much. i’m gonna- baby, i’m gonna come, please- please stop-”

but you don’t stop.

instead, you plant your hands on his chest and rolling your hips, bouncing on his lap in a rhythm that has his head snapping back, his mouth falling open in a choked cry.

“fuck-! oh god, oh god, shit! please, baby-” his words die in his throat, his hands sliding uselessly along your thighs as you grind against him, squeezing him tighter.

“lando,” you say softly, your voice cutting through his desperate whimpers. you cup his jaw, forcing his tear-streaked face to tilt up toward yours. “look at me, baby. keep your eyes on me.”

he obeys, barely, his glassy eyes meeting yours as tears spill freely down his cheeks. his lips tremble, his breath hitching with every bounce of your hips. “p-please, honey, let me-”

you shush him gently, your fingers tangling in his damp curls as you lean forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“yes, you can,” you whisper. “you’re so good for me, lando. so strong. you’re gonna hold it for me, aren’t you?”

he nearly screams, hands clawing at your hips as his body jerks under you. “i’ll try- fuck, i’ll try, but-” his voice breaks into a strangled moan as you clench around him, your walls fluttering and milking his length in a way that has his thighs trembling beneath you.

“good boy,” you murmur, your nails raking lightly down his chest as you pick up the pace, bouncing harder now, the wet sound of your movements filling the room. “you’re so good for me, lando. so perfect, letting me take what i need.”

his head shakes weakly, fresh tears spilling from his eyes as his whole body fights against the tidal wave threatening to crash over him.

“i’m gonna come,” he chokes out, his voice wrecked, holding you so tightly you’re sure there’ll be bruises. “fuck, baby, i can’t- i can’t- please, stop, stop-”

“you don’t want me to stop,” you say, grinding down on him and he can feel the tip of his cock brush against something so soft he sobs. “you want to come for me, don’t you, lando? you want to be good for me?”

he nods frantically, his head dropping to your shoulder as a broken sob tears from his throat. “yes- fuck, yes, i want to be good. i want to-”

you press a kiss to his temple, your movements growing more deliberate, the squeeze of your walls around him making his eyes roll back.

“then give it to me,” you whisper. “come for me, lando. i want to feel you fall apart.”

he shatters at your permission, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock jerks violently inside you, and you feel the hot rush of his release spilling deep, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim and leaking around the base of him.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he chokes out, his voice breaking as sobs wrack his chest. “i couldn’t- fuck, i couldn’t hold it. i’m so fucking weak-”

“shh,” you soothe, running your fingers through his curls as you slow your movements, letting him ride out the aftershocks. “you did so well for me, lando. you were so good.”

he clings to you, his face buried in your neck as tears dampen your skin. his breaths are shaky, his body trembling as he tries to recover.

“please,” he whispers hoarsely, his voice cracking with desperation. “please, tell me i was enough. tell me you’re not mad..”

you cup his face, tilting his head up so he can see the warmth in your eyes. “you’re more than enough, baby,” you say softly. “you’re perfect. but i’m not done with you yet.”

his eyes widen, another tear slipping down his flushed cheek.

“one more,” you murmur, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. “just one more, lando. i know you can give me one more.”

he nods weakly, his hands trembling as they find your hips again. “o-one more..”

[k1mbe3rly]

Hii, I was wondering if you could do a yandere se-mi headcannons/story?💕🫶

real.

Yandere Se-mi headcannons

warnings: kills, NSFW, ⚠️WLW STRAP⚠️

Yandere! Se-mi who will obsess over you and constantly stalking you and watching your every move, and will go to great lengths to keep you to herself.

Yandere! Se-mi who slowly becomes extremely possessive and jealous, lashing out at anyone who she perceives as a threat to yalls relationship

Yandere! Se-mi who will try to control every aspect of the your life, from who you talk to, to what you do and where you go.

Yandere! Se-mi who does emotional manipulation to control you and what you’re interested in, using techniques like guilt-tripping and gaslighting to make things go her way.

Yandere! Se-mi who becomes violent if she feels like you’re trying to break away from her or if she feels like she is losing control of the relationship.

“Why haven’t you came over in 2 days? what the hell is going on huh?! fucking cheating on me you slut?!”

Than proceeds to fuck you harshly while her hands are wrapped around your throat, tightening and softening her hands around it.

Yandere! Se-mi who buys many airtags and places it in your purse, and car., she also buys small cameras and places them around your house when your fucked out on the bed and can’t even move after she fucked you

Yandere! Se-mi who follows you thru malls, grocery stores and even when your with your friends, she also makes sure when you tell her your with your family that your actually with your family

Yandere! Se-mi who forces you to give you all her passwords to anywhere you can communicate with other people snapchat, instagram, facebook, messenger, and twitter

“Who the fuck is ‘Jun hee’ talking about her baby daddy isn’t myung gi?”

Yandere! Se-mi who records you getting fucked by her strap and moaning and crying for her as she pinches and pulls your nipples a bit than proceeds to send it to anyone who flirts with you

Yandere! Se-mi who drags you to a public bathroom only for you to get yelled out and fingered roughly

“Why is your ‘Childhood friend’ looking at you like that hm? the second we get home i want you to block them okay baby? Your mine. Cum on my fingers baby, Do what i say..”

Yandere! Se-mi who notices one boy who keeps texting you and even visited your job after she got a notification from your account with him texting you

“I’m glad I got to see you, wanna do that again some time?”

Yandere! Se-mi who know believes you cheated on her, so not only she goes and finds the guy and kills him brutually but goes to you with bloody hands and fingers you with his blood on her hands

Yandere! Se-mi who is fucking with you with the strap roughly as tears filled your eyes moaning loudly, she’s gripping on your hips hard enough to leave a bruise as she said soemthing that immediately turned you off

“Fuck! you know you kinda sound like that one boy i murdered for you” she said smirking as she wanted to see your reaction

Yandere! Se-mi who notices you stopped moaning and stared at her in fear as she kept thrusting into you, eventually she stopped

“What did you say..?” you spoke to her, “Nothing baby you just look so sexy right now..” she whispered to you, “No i heard what you said..what do you mean? did you actually kill someone Se-mi?!” you yelled out, “He was stealing what’s mine.”

Yandere! Se-mi who watches you cry in fear as she threatens that if you ever leave she’ll kill you too but deep down she won’t cause she just loves you so much

Yandere! Se-mi who has to strangle you down after you tried running for the front door

“Are you serious? your being so ungrateful! fucking went out of my way and murdered that stupid slut for you! and this is how you reward me?”

Yandere! Se-mi who ties you up teases you until you can’t take it

“Tell me you’ll stay with me. Tell me you won’t leave me and i’ll let you cum and even untie you”

“I’ll stay you! i promise! Just please i can’t take it anymore! I’ll be with you forever!” you cried out sobbing as she smirks, that night you had the biggest orgasm and find yourself crying silently on the bed as she cuddles you

[andy-15-07]

Tommy miller going down on fem reader till she’s so overstimulated and saying it’s too much but he continues saying “just one more” and like his mustache is all wet and shit💕

Just One More

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x reader

Word Count:890| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

The Last Of Us Masterlist | Ain’t Got Nothin’ Left Part 2

You didn’t even remember how it started.

One second you were teasing Tommy on the porch,calling him cocky for fixing the fence with a smug little grin,and the next thing you knew, your back was hitting the bed, pants gone, legs being pushed open by strong, calloused hands.

“Say that shit again,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your inner thigh, voice low and thick. “Go on, call me smug.”

You gasped, fingers curling in the sheets. “You are smug.”

He glanced up, eyes dark. “You won’t be able to say a damn word when I’m done with you.”

You didn’t have time to throw another jab,his mouth was on you before you could even breathe.

“Fuck,Tommy,” you cried, hips jerking.

He groaned into your pussy like he’d been starving, tongue moving slow and deliberate at first, tasting every inch of you. His mustache brushed your folds with every stroke,soft, teasing, maddening.

“Jesus,” you whimpered, squirming under him. “You’re not playin’ fair.”

“That’s the fuckin’ point, sweetheart,” he rasped, locking his arms under your thighs and pulling you closer. “You taste like heaven.”

He licked you with more pressure, more focus, flattening his tongue against your clit, curling it, letting the wet heat of his mouth drive you wild. You were already close,embarrassingly fast,but he was relentless. Hungry.

You reached for his hair, tugging hard, your legs shaking.

“I’m gonna,Tommy, I’m,”

“Yeah, baby,” he growled, not letting up. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”

You shattered. Your whole body went tense, mouth falling open in a cry, thighs trembling. He didn’t stop,he dove in, moaning like your orgasm was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, trying to push him away, too sensitive already. “Tommy,baby, wait,”

He pinned your hips down. “One more.”

Your chest rose and fell in rapid gasps. “I can’t,”

He kissed your pussy, so gently it made you twitch. “You can. One more. That’s all I want, baby.”

He didn’t wait for permission. His mouth found your clit again, slower now, but no less focused. His tongue circled it while two fingers slid inside you, curling expertly, hitting that perfect spot on every stroke.

You were whimpering, nearly incoherent.

“Tommy, it’s too much,fuck, I can’t, I really,”

“Yes, you can,” he whispered against you. “Be good for me. Just let go.”

His mouth was soaked. His mustache was glistening. You could feel the slick sound of him working you open, could hear it,Jesus, you could hear yourself. Your thighs shook uncontrollably.

You were close again,too close.

Your back arched violently. You grabbed at his shoulders, clawing, hips bucking, and when his fingers curled just right, something snapped.

You cried out, a strangled sob tearing from your throat,and then you gushed, a hot rush of wetness soaking his face, his hand, the sheets beneath you.

Tommy groaned like a man possessed.

“Fuuuck, baby,” he growled, tongue still lapping at you. “You just fuckin’ squirted for me,holy shit. You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

You whimpered, trying to pull away, but he held you firm.

“Tommy,please,” you gasped, tears stinging your eyes. “I can’t, I can’t,”

“Just a little more,” he coaxed. “You’re doin’ so good, honey. Just give it to me.”

His fingers slid out and his tongue replaced them,hot, slow, wide licks now, dragging from your entrance to your clit and back. Not as fast, but no less intense. It felt like you were unraveling from the inside out.

You were sobbing his name by the time the third orgasm rolled through you,nothing pretty, just raw, high-pitched cries as your body convulsed, your pussy fluttering with aftershocks.

Tommy finally eased off, breathing hard, mouth and chin soaked with your slick. His mustache was wet, cheeks shiny, and his eyes,fuck,they were blown.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, voice hoarse with arousal. “You make a mess, sugar.”

You could barely form words. Your body was boneless. Twitching. Drenched.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in and kissed your trembling thigh, murmuring soft praise.

“So fuckin’ beautiful. You okay?”

You nodded weakly. “You broke me.”

He chuckled and kissed your hip. “Nah. Just cracked you open a little.”

You didn’t even have the strength to laugh. “Everything’s wet.”

He smirked, proud. “Yeah. That was hot as hell.”

Tommy lay beside you, pulling you into his arms, not even caring that your slick was all over both of you. He kissed your forehead, stroking your hair back gently.

“You ever do that before?” he murmured.

You shook your head against his chest. “Not like that.”

He smiled against your hair. “That’s ’cause no one’s ever been this obsessed with makin’ you come.”

You gave a breathless laugh, still trembling in his arms. “Mission accomplished.”

Tommy tilted your chin up and kissed you,slow, sweet, deep. You tasted yourself on his tongue.

“Next time, I’ll take my time with that last one,” he murmured. “You’ll know it’s coming.”

You groaned. “There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Oh, baby,” he said, lips brushing your ear. “I’m gonna eat this pussy every chance I get. That okay with you?”

You moaned weakly, burying your face in his chest. “You’re evil.”

He grinned, pulling the blanket over your trembling body. “Yeah, but I make you squirt, so.”

“Smug bastard.”

He laughed,full and warm,and wrapped both arms around you. “Damn right.”

[revelboo]

Got surgery today 🙃

Needles absolutely suck

Oh, no! I hope everything goes well! 💕 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Care

Ratchet x Reader

• “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he growls in your ear, venting against you as his hips rock and you dig your nails into his mesh. Because if he does stop, you might just try to strangle him. Legs hooked around his waist, your back hits the wall. And he’s moving urgently against you. How had you two gone from doing rounds to rutting like animals right next a patient’s med-berth? Not that Red Alert’s made a peep since frying his processor freaking out over something minor.

• Your mouth crashes against his before he can protest, because this is wrong. Knows it’s wrong and still can’t stop, hips pumping and strung tight with need. The risk of Red waking up and catching you both making everything hotter, more frantic. “Don’t stop, harder,” you gasp against his mouth as he shifts his angle. “Right there, right there!” Wincing when you get louder, he almost laughs thinking what any other medics would think of him if they saw this. What Optimus would think.

• Moving urgently against him, mouth on his jaw, his neck, his servos tighten on your hips, feeling him get rougher, hips snapping against you and you know he’s close. Squirming under him, desperate to not get left behind, he shudders against you, mouth closing on you where your neck and shoulder meet as he overloads. And you’re not quite there, yet. Shivering at the feel of his heat filling you, and he begins moving inside you again with a growl.

• “Come with me,” he demands, hips rolling, knees bending slightly hunting for that angle you like. And your breath catches on a moan when he finds it, thrusting into your wet heat as you restlessly squirm. Finally crying out his name as you climax and he keeps rutting into you, winding up for another overload as your thighs tremble against him. Spike pumping into you, trying to make it last before he’s filling you again. His helm brushes your temple as you cling to him, heart racing and he vents. “We need to finish rounds,” he murmurs.

• “Mmm,” you hum, not making a move to unwrap your legs from around his waist. And he’s cupping the back of your head in his hand, cheek brushing yours. “One more?” You ask and he clears his vents and you know he’s going to cave and let you have your way. ‘Ratchet?’ Someone calls out weakly from the dark Medbay and you groan. Hearing him growl softly because you two woke someone from recharge. Rocking yourself against him to make him shudder, before pushing at his chassis, you let him lift you free of his spike and you bend to grab your clothes as he hides his spike away. Going to check on his patient while you clean up his slick running down the inside of your thighs. You’re not that upset about being interrupted, because he’s so busy and you understand. Seizing any moments you can with him, the two of you taking advantage of any lulls he gets.

[concretejunglefm]

Imagine Noah and reader having a baby girl who just started talking and saying “hi” to everyone she sees

You can write a quick one shot, but it’s fine if you don’t want to.

Anygay

I love you💕🎀

Anygay, that's me 🥰 I hope that you like this anon ily 💕

At some point, your bundle of joy, who once did little more than burp and gurgle in your arms, turned into a ball of sunshine, ready to take on the world and say ‘hi’ to every person she meets.

It’s become her new favourite word, right after Dada—even though you and Noah still argue over how it actually sounded.

“She’s not saying Dada,” you insist one night, huffy at the thought that your daughter would choose that word first over any for you.

“Are you sure about that?” Noah smirks. He’s been gloating ever since she uttered that first wobbly attempt, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

Now it’s ‘hi’—not just to you or family or friends, but to complete strangers on the street. You barely make it a block with her toddling along beside you before she’s stopping in front of someone, grinning up at them with her whole face, and chirping, “Hi!”

No matter how many times you try to enforce ‘stranger danger,’ she just looks back at you with wide, curious eyes, blowing bubbles, clearly too young to understand, and completely indifferent unless your warning comes in the same honey-smooth voice as her Dada.

She also doesn’t care that just because her dad is behind a closed door, it means he’s working.

Now she sits outside the door to his home studio, stuffed animal in hand, peering up at it like it might magically open if she stares hard enough. It’s been hours since Noah slipped inside with the rest of the band to work on the upcoming album, and you’ve been trying everything to distract her.

“Come on, bug! Let’s go watch Peppa Pig!” you sing, upping your cadence to coax some excitement out of her.

Nothing. Just your baby girl sitting on the floor, pouting for her favourite person in the entire world.

With a sigh, you flop down beside her, only lifting your head when the door creaks open and Jolly’s deep chuckle fills the hallway, along with the sound of your name.

“Noah thought he heard you out here,” Jolly says, smiling as he towers over the both of you.

Your daughter stretches her arms up to him and lets her favourite word slip out. “Hi.”

Jolly gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Hi?! You’re talking now? No way!”

She tries to push up onto her legs, wobbles, and lands right back on her bum. Jolly chuckles and gently lifts her by the arms, placing her steady on her feet. That’s all it takes for her to stumble forward between his legs and waddle right into the studio.

From where you sit, you hear the chorus erupt, her enthusiastic ‘hi!’ met with laughter and echoing greetings from the guys inside.

It’s Folio who scoops her up next, her tiny hands grabbing his face as she giggles and repeats, “Hi.”

Folio makes a strangled noise, as if she’s just pierced his heart clean through. You know the feeling all too well, she’s a weapon of pure cuteness.

“She’s obsessed with attention,” Noah teases from somewhere inside.

“Gee, I wonder where she got that from,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you push off the floor and step into the room.

Noah spins around in his chair, that boyish grin already spreading across his face. “No idea,” he says softly, reaching out for you like you’re gravity.

He looks at you the way your daughter looks at him—with something bigger than words could ever convey. He’s practically glowing, especially when Folio steps closer and your daughter spots her dad again. Her arms stretch toward him, and she sings, “Hi, Dada!” Noah doesn’t even try to act cool and you see the way he melts.

The second she says those words, he takes her back into his arms like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do. His heart is wide open, his smile pure and he looks between the two of you like he can’t believe this is real—like he’s never been happier in his life, and has no intention of hiding it.

[playedwright]

please do 4 or 28 or 36 for buddie my beautiful stunning wife 💕 whichever you like 😘

YIPPEE YIPPEE thank u my love<3 bc i am crazy i somehow managed to work all prompts in. don't ask me how my brain is lava now.

4. "How long do we have?" + 28. "Is that a threat?" 36. "I wasn't going to mention it."

"So," Eddie says, settling into the couch. Buck's face is beaming at him from his phone screen--he looks nice, in the way he has in most of their calls recently, wearing a hoodie and an apron because he calls Eddie when he cooks, and Eddie loves it. He loves it. He loves--

"So?" Buck prods. He's making some fancy dessert, tarte au chocolat, he'd told Eddie, saying the words slowly to keep from messing up. Maddie's pregnancy is bringing chocolate cravings this time around, he'd said, and she had finally worn him down into making something for her.

"So," continues Eddie, "you're making Maddie a French dessert because she's craving chocolate. What's wrong with good old-fashioned chocolate cake?"

Buck laughs a little, shaking his head. There's a small streak of melted chocolate on his cheek, so faint Eddie can barely see it through the camera. For some reason Eddie can't make sense of, it's all he can focus on. "I owe her something big. I've been, uh... ignoring her, kind of. Dodging something she keeps trying to bring up. But as she not so subtly pointed out, I've been the asshole ignoring his pregnant sister. So, fancy French dessert to make up for it."

Eddie hums. In the past couple of weeks that he's been gone, that he's spent calling Buck every day, he's grown used to watching Buck cook. Watching him measure ingredients carefully when he's baking, or substituting when he's cooking, watching him mouth along to the recipe as he double checks that he's got it right, watching the way he lights up as it all comes together. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life watching Buck cook and never grow tired of it.

"What were you ignoring?" he asks.

Buck seems focused on the eggs he cracks into a bowl. "Hm?"

"Maddie. What's the subject you kept trying to avoid?"

Eddie and Buck worked side by side for years--so close that Eddie grew to know what every push and pull of Buck's movements meant. So he knows, by the way Buck's face goes carefully blank, by the way his eyes tighten as he refuses to look away from the bowl, by the way his hands move a little too quickly for someone who has been taking his time up until this point.

"Oh," Buck says, voice light. Eddie's still staring at that damn streak of chocolate on his cheek, wanting suddenly--shockingly--to press his lips there to taste. "It was nothing."

"Buck, c'mon, clearly it wasn't nothing. You know you can tell me anything. Don't make me fly out there and force it out of you."

The laugh that bursts out of Buck sounds almost strangled, surprising Eddie. "Is that a threat?"

Eddie shrugs. "If it needs to be."

"Jeez, don't waste your money," Buck mutters. "It's really not that big of a deal. It's just--look, a few weeks ago, I saw Tommy again. Don't--don't make that face. The point is, he kind of... implied that I have feelings for you. And when I told Maddie about it, she took that as her invitation to talk it to death. I told her there wasn't anything to talk about."

Eddie--

He thinks he blue-screens. He doesn't really know how else to describe it, except that one second his systems are running as normal and then the next someone has force-quit the entire thing. He's not even sure he's blinking.

Because--

"Did we lose connection?" Buck says, laughing nervously. "Eddie--"

"Feelings for me?" Eddie blurts out. "You--"

"No," Buck interrupts quickly. Too quickly. Eddie thinks he might be having a heart attack. His face is numb. "No, it's not--no, Eddie, it's just that, we're close, and Tommy was threatened by that, or something. And you know how Maddie gets, once she gets an idea in her head it's impossible to get out. So it's just. Like I said, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing," Eddie says a little hysterically. "Do you...?"

Buck hesitates for just a second too long.

And that--

After years of system reboots and struggling to feel normal and never really feeling like he knew himself, everything comes back online. Every stray wire connects.

Buck has feelings for him.

And Eddie--Eddie has been in love with him for years.

"I wasn't going to mention it," Buck murmurs. His ears are pink, and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, and he's one of the most beautiful things Eddie has ever seen.

"Buck," Eddie breathes.

"Don't," whispers Buck, eyes downcast. Eddie wants to be there with him, wants to cradle Buck's face in his hands, wishes he could look him in the eye as they talk about this. He wants, desperately, to kiss the chocolate off of Buck's cheek. "It's fine, Eddie. You don't have to say anything."

"Buck," Eddie says insistently. "Mention it, baby. Never stop mentioning it. Say it so I can tell you that I feel the same."

Buck blinks in shock. There's a bowl in front of him, with a dessert he's still in the middle of making for his sister, and there's eight hundred and sixteen miles between them, and Eddie loves him. A forever kind of love. He can't believe that five minutes ago, he didn't even know it existed.

"You--" Buck starts. His jaw works slowly as he processes.

"We aren't going to tell each other for the first time over FaceTime," Eddie decides, and in that moment he starts wondering how quickly he can pack a bag for him and Chris and get them to the airport for a weekend trip. Or, he thinks a little crazily, spring break. It's soon enough. "Because I'm flying out to see you, and I'm gonna say it then, but--Buck. Please, just. Mention it, okay?"

Buck's smiling from ear to ear. Beaming, really, so bright it's glowing through the screen, and Eddie loves him and loves him and loves him. All he says is, "Okay," and then Eddie knows his returning grin is just as bright.

"When Chris gets home, we're gonna look at flights," Eddie tells him, a little hysterical with how giddy he suddenly feels. "I'll text you all the details. He should be home soon."

"Okay," Buck says again. His eyes light up. "What about until then?"

"What do you mean?"

Buck steps back from the camera a bit, giving himself space to put the dessert in the oven. Eddie had almost forgotten that's what he'd been doing at all. When he's done, he leans against the island and puts a hand on his belt. There's a smirk on his face that sends a rush of want right down Eddie's spine. "I mean, this dessert has to bake for a while. And Christopher isn't home. What should we do until then?"

Eddie is powerless to do anything else. He swallows and says thickly, quietly, "How long do we have?"

[rafesteddy]

can we see hockey rafe get jealous when pop star reader has to do a intimate music video with another male costar?!

Hi bb!!!! Ahhh of course 🤭🩷💕

+18 -> smut | rafe is a hockey player for the LA King’s and his gf (reader) is a popstar 💕🤭

𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝔂!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: ownership, pet names, swearing, heavy praise, possessive rafe, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, rafe talks you through it, overstim., pov shift for the smut, + female oral receiving

*world’s okayest goalie = kelce*

3K

𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮’𝓼 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮’𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

I’ve made a mistake. I should’ve stayed outside. Let someone else deliver this. I never should’ve walked in because—there she is.

My girl. The love of my life. My everything. Looking like that… Fuck me.

She looks like an angel and sin all twisted together, just dancing, loose and casual, like she has no idea she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole fucking life. She hasn’t seen me yet. Which, in the large scheme of things, is probably a good thing because now I’m watchin’ her like I might rip someone’s head off. Especially his.

He’s sittin’ across the set in a chair like he owns it, legs spread and elbows on his knees, pretending to scroll on his phone, but I can see right through it. He’s not texting. He’s watching her, eyes tracking her like he’s trying not to stare but doing a terrible fucking job of it. He bites his cheek and glances around like he’s trying to play it cool.

He’s got that look… the kind reserved for me. For my face. For my eyes when I look at my girl.

I know what she does to people. She walks into a room, and everything shifts. She’s cute, sexy, and sweet, all wrapped in one. I swear she has no idea what she does when she smiles at someone. When she tips her head, her eyes all twinkly. God forbid she laughs… It’ll be game over.

She still hasn’t noticed me, but he has—and he’s not lookin’ away. His smirk? Fuckin’ smug. I could strangle him.

‘Cause that’s not fucking insane. What the fuck am I saying?

I take a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling, the sweat of my palms marrying with the condensation on her drink. I clench my jaw and force myself to breathe.

I’m not insecure. I’m not. I know she loves me, but watching some golden-boy, ex-football-playing Abercrombie reject eye-fuck her on set… Yeah. Yeah, I’m losin’ it. He shifts in his seat, slow and casual, but I swear, if he adjusts his pants one more time while looking at her, I’m—

“Baby!” She bubbles, and before I can even process the whiplash of my dark thoughts and her noticing me, I’ve got an arm around her waist and my mouth on hers. Hard. Not gentle, not slow… just mine. 

Her nails scratch into my hair, and her chest presses flush against mine. She melts into it instantly, humming softly into my mouth. She smiles against my lips, making my stomach flutter.

“Hey, baby,” she whispers, breathless and sweet. “I missed you.” 

I pull back just enough to look at her, my hands still firm on her waist, and I know I can’t hold her forever, but I’m not letting go ‘til she makes me. “Missed you, too, princess.”

A voice from the front of the set suddenly cuts through the crowd, making that uneasy feeling that was eased by my girl creep back in.

“Alright! Places!”

She rises on her tiptoes, pressing a soft and sweet kiss on my lips, contrasting comedically with the dark feelings churning inside me.

“Is this for me?” She asks, hurried but thankful.

“Hmm? Umm… Yeah, pretty,” I smile as I pass her her drink before pulling her in for one last hug, my eyes locked on his and my lips pressed against her forehead, my hand cupping her ass, squeezing just enough to show him I can.

“Are you going to stay for a while?” She asks, looking up at me hopefully, and although it might very well kill me, I nod.

“Wish me luck?”

“Good luck, baby,” I hum, my eyes on her as she turns. I smack her ass lightly as she bounces off, and she yelps, shooting me a grin over her shoulder like I’m the funniest man alive.

Connor watches the whole thing, rolling his eyes slightly before looking down at his watch, adjusting it, and his sleeves before stepping into the fake elevator.

He stands taller the closer she gets, his broad chest framed perfectly, his dark tie straightened with a flick of his wrist, and he smiles down at her, mumbling something I didn’t catch, which again, is probably for the best.

This is fine.

I’m fine.

Everything’s fine.

They take their places, and the second the track starts to pour through the speakers everything changes. She steps in closer, resting her hand on his chest as she sings along with her track.

I feel it coil in my gut—something cold, sharp, and ugly. The same flash of red that I get during a game that tells me, without hesitation, that if someone gets in my way or takes what’s mine, there’s going to be blood on my hands. But I can’t fucking act on it.

She’s being a professional. I trust her with every single thing I have. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to break something. And I know he knows that.

He’s pushing it… Testing me. Watching me with the corners of his eyes like he wants to see what happens if he stares a little too long. Touches a little too slow.

He backs her up into the elevator wall in choreographed movement as his arm slides around her waist, retracing my tracks like my hands weren’t just there. His hand presses into her, arching her back slightly as she delivers the next line closer than I ever thought another man would get. Close enough to have me gripping the arms of the chair like a lifeline.

She smiles for the camera—sharp and wicked. Fuck, she’s good at this. Too fuckin’ good. His hands are all over her: down her ribs, across her hip, threatening to go lower. My knuckles go white, and my jaw aches.

She stiffens, just barely. Her smile doesn’t reach quite as far as it would if she was with me.

Ding.

The lift comes to a fake halt, and they break away, their eyes on the lot number above the door. A smug smile pulls on his lips as she reaches up, drawing him out of the elevator by his tie. He licks his lips as he looks down at hers in desperation, getting off on their interaction. She might be acting, but he’s not. And I can’t stop watching… This is her job. Her scene. Her art… It’s killing me.

“What do we think? Another take?” the director calls out.

My eyes lower to my hands, loosening on the chair as my heart and mind race.

I know I’m overreacting. I look up, ready to swallow my pride, and as I do, she grabs my shirt, tugging me to my feet, kissing me hard, warm and full of fire. Nothing sweet about it. She kisses me like she’s trying to take something back. Like she wants to erase every second of someone else’s hands on her.

“No, we’re good,” she smiles.

She turns her attention back to me, her beautiful eyes locked on mine.

“Was it that obvious?” I mumble, just for her.

“Painfully.”

I suck my teeth, holding back my smirk. I can tell she’s not mad; she knows me too well. “I was tryin’ to be cool.”

“Mhmm…” She teases as her thumb brushes across my cheek. “Thank you for playin’ nice.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

“You wanna get out of here? Just for a bit? I’ve got a break. We could get some air or something,” she asks, leaning a little closer, her hot skin warming her perfume, making my brain lag.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

I rest my hand on her back and guide her toward the hallway, my grip saying what I can’t say out loud. And right as I feel the calm settle in again, I see him moving toward us, still trying. I don’t say a word, just look back, glaring at him, letting him know he’s done.

“Rafe…” She whispers and giggles. “Stop, baby.”

“Stop what, princess?” I say, all fake innocence, making her laugh a little more.

“Stop what, princess?” She mimics as she rolls her pretty eyes, doing her best impression of me.

She gasps as I scoop her up, taking her into my arms. She throws hers around my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist, snuggling in. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t throw you over my shoulder,” I mutter playfully.

She turns into me, letting her cheek brush against mine, making my heart race.

“I love it when you get like this,” she whispers, her mouth grazing my ear, making chills fall down my spine. “Jealous… Possessive—”

“Possessive,” I echo, cutting her off. “Fuck, baby. You haven’t seen possessive yet.”

She grins—that smile I’d kill for.

“How much time do I get with you?”

“Thirty minutes.”

Shit. She gasps yet again—half startled, half turned on—as I turn fast, pulling her into the first room I can see, pressing her back against the door, thumb grazing her jaw, voice low and lazy, already imagining the words playing on my tongue. “You’ve got thirty minutes. I’ll ruin you in ten… and spend the next twenty showin’ you no one else’ll ever fuck you or love you the way I do.”

𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼’𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

Rafe doesn’t waste a second, sliding the lock into place, making your pulse spike. He peels his shirt off his muscular body. “Off, baby,” he mumbles, tugging on your shirt, working it over your head before you can respond, hungry and desperate to use all the time he has, making quick work of your clothes like he has something to prove, lifting you onto the meeting room table before laying you back. 

His lips crash into yours–big hands roaming your body–hot, urgent, and possessive. He reaches between the two of you, popping open the buttons of his jeans as his tongue swirls with yours, making your mind hazy already. 

He tugs down your shorts and rips off your panties, dropping to his knees, that warmth of his breath hitting your pussy, making you suck in a breath. “Oh my god, Rafe–” Your words turn into a breathy whine as his mouth finds you, making your head fall back. 

Rafe groans into your heat, his skilled tongue working slowly, opening you further when he circles two thick fingers around your drooling hole, pushing them inside. 

“Fuck,” you cry as he sucks on your clit; fingers curling inside you, finding that spot that makes your toes curl. Your heart races fast, chest rising and falling quickly as your fingers scratch and twist into his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your greedy pussy against his face. 

“Sh-Shit–” You stammer as your climax hits you hard and fast, making your muscles tremble, but he doesn’t stop. 

“Already, princess?” He taunts, rubbing his thumb along his plump bottom lip, sucking it clean like his favorite dessert. His voice is warm, his smile smug, his beautiful blue eyes looking down at you as he tilts in, hovering over your lips. “Fuck, baby. That was fast, huh?” He asks as he grabs his cock in his fist, running it through your soaked folds, making your muscles jump. Your eyes double as he pushes into you, filling you completely, groaning against your lips at the feeling. 

“You know me so well–” You whisper breathlessly as he strokes into you at the perfect pace. 

“Love your body, princess. Every inch of you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair from your face as he thrusts a little deeper. “‘Course I know you well. You’re my favorite thing in the whole fuckin’ world. Love taking care of my girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead, his gentle love above contrasting his punishing thrusts below, your wet, hot heat squelching with each push of his toned hips. “I want these perfect lips sayin’ my name for the rest of my life–”

Rafe wraps his arms around you, lifting you slightly, changing the angle enough to get you good and loud. His thrusts grow rougher, more focused, the tension from before rolling off him as he watches you get closer and closer to cumming again.

He presses his lips against your ear, a particularly rough thrust leaving you throwing your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries of pleasure, making him smirk. 

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he warns, the smugness dripping from every syllable.

“—Feels so good,” you pout as your voice breaks, bottom lip trembling from the pleasure alone. 

“Is that right?” Rafe murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw. “That’s the point, pretty.”

Rafe grinds his hips into you slow and deep, his cock thick and hot as it stretches you wide. “Shit,” he groans, dropping his forehead to yours, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. The table creaks beneath you, rocking slightly with the force of his big body fucking into yours.

He snakes a hand between you, pressing his fingers against your clit, ghosting little circles, making you suck your lip between your teeth. “C’mon, sweetheart. Give it to me again,” he coaxes, your body quickly giving way. “That’s it. Just like that,” he praises, watching you unravel underneath him. “I wanna hear it, baby. I want everyone outside that door to know exactly who makes you cum like this.”

“You said be quiet,” you laugh airily, barely holding yourself together as his movements get messy. 

“Yeah, well…” He grunts, hips jerking harder. “You makin’ those sounds? Sayin’ my name like that? We both know I’m full of shit–” Your back arches off the table, mouth falling open as he slams into you one last time, your walls fluttering around him as you sob out his name, high and broken.

Rafe pulls himself out, flipping you and bending you over, bracing yourself on trembling arms, legs spread, ass tilted just the way he loves. The cool air rushes over your skin for only a second before he’s behind you again, one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding under your thigh, lifting your leg on the table.

He pushes back into you in one hard stroke, both of you gasping in sync—your fingernails scratching into the wood, his breath catching in his throat as your body squeezes him tight.

“Shittt,” he groans, “I’m so deep. You feel how deep I am?” Your head falls between your shoulders–unable to form a coherent thought as he thrusts into you again and again. You nod feebly, crying out when he slaps your ass.

Every muscle in his body goes rigid as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning low and rough as he leans forward, pulling himself into your neck, spilling inside you, filling you up. His breath is hot and fast against your shoulder, cock throbbing inside you as a low chuckle rumbles in his broad chest. 

You rest your cheek on the cool wooden tabletop in exhaustion, looking up at Rafe as he pulls back, looking down at you with a smile. “So fucking pretty like this, baby,” he whispers. 

Rafe hisses out a breath as he drags his length out nice and slow. He grabs your hips, turning you around to face him. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

His fingers curl around your hips, lifting you onto the table, sitting you down as his tongue slides against yours. His big hands roam your body, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers as you whimper into his mouth.

The tip of his fingers traces the indentation left behind from your tight top. He dips his head down, wrapping his lips around your supple skin, sucking enough to leave a mark behind that you’ll cover back up with lace. 

“That’s mine,” he murmurs. “Only I get to see that.”

You do your best to catch your breath as he kisses down your trembling body. Tears of pleasure slide down your cheeks as the warmth of his breath hits your cunt. His finger dips through the slick mess of your shared release, swirling lazily as he watches the pretty changes in your face. 

“Don’t think I could love you more,” he mutters, kissing your thigh, then again lower. “All mine.” You answer with a whimper, hips twitching as he slips the mess back inside you again. 

“Rafe–” You gasp and moan as he works them into you again, tongue flicking teasingly across your pearl. 

“You didn’t think I was done, did you? I’ve still got some time–”

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[supernotnatural2005]

Sexual Encounters with Dean Winchester - Edging

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Exploring new kinks with Dean. How far can you push him before he breaks?

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/tags: SMUT! (18+ONLY!!!), edging, swearing, kinks, fluff

AN: So for one of my bingo submissions, I was given the prompt Wax Play < (Which you can read here). I had mentioned making it into an anthology, kink series, and this kinda just fell out of my head and onto paper. 😅 So, I thought it would work well as part of that universe? I'd say this is a bit of a prequel, another kink exploration. If you would like to see more of these, please let me know? 💕

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Dean woke up to the feeling of you.

Soft, warm, draped across him like you belonged there—which, at this point, you damn well did. The first thing he felt was your fingers, featherlight as they traced over his stomach, dipping beneath the hem of his boxers, not quite touching where he already ached from the morning alone. The second thing he felt was your lips, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along his jaw, down his neck, nipping just enough to make his breath hitch.

“Morning,” you murmured against his skin, voice still thick with sleep.

Dean groaned, blinking blearily as he reached for you, pulling you on top of him so he could kiss you properly.

Your mouth was warm, inviting, your lips moving against his in that way that made his entire body react instantly. The lazy slide of your tongue against his sent heat pooling in his stomach, and when you rocked against him — the feel of the warm dampness of your panties rubbing against him — he swore under his breath.

His hands roamed over your body, slipping under your shirt, fingers tracing the curves he knew so damn well. He needed you—needed you under him, around him, all of you — but you had other plans.

Your touch turned purposeful, teasing, your nails raking lightly over his chest, your fingers slipping lower, brushing over his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip tightening on your hips as his head fell back against the pillow. His body was already strung tight, aching for more, and just when he thought you’d finally give it to him—

You stopped.

Dean let out a strangled noise as you rolled off him with a smirk, stretching like you hadn’t just left him hanging.

He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as he ran a hand down his face. Right. He fucking agreed to this.

This wasn’t out of the blue—not with you.

From the start, you had met him toe-to-toe, not just in the hunt, but in everything else. Sex included. You matched him in ways no one else ever had—you enjoyed it just as much as he did, never shying away from what you wanted, and you had been giving him a run for his money since day one.

Recently, though, you had started pushing things further—both of you had. It wasn’t just about good sex anymore (though, damn, it was always good); it was about exploring, testing each other’s limits, finding new ways to unravel each other. Some things were new, things neither of you had done before, and some were things you’d just never done together.

And that was how, last night, wrapped up in bed with you, his body still buzzing from round two, you had propped yourself up on your elbow and given him that look.

"Let me edge you tomorrow."

At first, he had laughed, figuring you were just messing with him. But then your fingers had danced across his skin, your voice dipping into something sultry and teasing as you explained—

"I mean it, Dean. No touching yourself, no finishing until I say."

That had sobered him up real fast.

You had gone on to say you wanted to see him unravel under you, to see him desperate, begging—something you knew he wasn’t used to. And Dean, ever the cocky bastard, had just smirked.

"Sweetheart, you can try."

Yeah. Big fucking mistake.

Now, here he was, hard as a rock and throbbing — and it was only the start of the day — while you walked into the bathroom like you hadn’t just ruined his life.

“…You’re evil.”

You just winked at him before shutting the door.

Dean groaned, rolling onto his stomach to press his face into the pillow. He was in for a long fucking day.

Dean was still on edge by the time the three of you sat down at the diner for breakfast. He’d taken an ice-cold shower, drank half a pot of coffee, and tried not to think about how smug you looked every time he shifted uncomfortably.

The place was your standard roadside joint—checkered floors, peeling leather seats, the smell of grease and coffee thick in the air. It was the kind of place Dean loved, under any other circumstances. But right now, he was too distracted, too worked up. 

You sat right beside him, thigh pressed to his, radiating warmth. It shouldn’t have been a problem. Should’ve been normal. But it wasn’t—not after you’re little stunt this morning.

He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself as subtly as possible. Sam was talking, something about the case, and Dean forced himself to tune in.

"Mark White," Sam said, tapping away on the laptop in front of him. "Every witness we've talked to mentions him—he’s been spotted with all the missing girls. Seems to be using some kind of college chatroom, specifically targeting young girls. He lures them in, promises VIP access to this underground club, and then poof—they’re gone."

Dean nodded, trying to focus. “So, what, we thinking lone vamp, or is this a full nest situation?”

Before Sam could answer, Dean felt it—your hand, settling lightly on his thigh.

At first, it was nothing. Just a casual touch. He forced himself to ignore it, to listen as Sam continued.

"I say we divide and conquer," Sam said. "One of us monitors the chatrooms, see if he tries to bait another girl. The other two stake out the club tonight—see if we can confirm he's our guy and if he’s really working alone.”

Dean hummed in acknowledgment, willing his body to relax. But then your fingers started moving—just barely, a slow, absentminded stroke along the inside of his thigh. Innocent enough, but his whole body reacted, tightening with anticipation.

He swallowed thickly, staring down at his coffee cup, burning a hole in the black liquid as his forced himself to focus.

“I can set up an alert on the chatroom, see if he sends out any invites while you two are at the club,” Sam said, clicking and scrolling on the device. “Might give us an idea of who he’s targeting next.”

Dean nodded stiffly. “Yeah. Smart thinkin’.”

Then your fingers inched higher, and his breath hitched. 

Shit.

He felt your nails rake lightly over the denim of his jeans, deliberate this time, your touch lingering, teasing. His jaw clenched, his grip tightening on his coffee mug. He could feel himself hardening, already so on edge from the morning that even this—barely anything—was too much.

But Sam was still talking. Dean forced himself to stay in the conversation. He managed a nod, as he lifted the mug to his lips, and offer a gruff “right”, even as you slid your hand just a little higher, fingertips grazing the seam of his jeans.

He almost choked on his coffee.

"You good?" Sam asked, frowning at him.

Dean cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you gave him an innocent glance, the corners of your mouth twitching. 

Fucking tease.

"Yeah, yeah. Just, uh—" He swallowed hard, scrambling for an excuse. “Dunno, maybe I’m coming down with something.”

Sam frowned. “You do look kinda flushed.”

Dean exhaled sharply, not daring to look at you. “Yeah, well—”

You squeezed.

Dean nearly doubled over.

"—shit," he muttered under his breath, gripping the edge of the table.

Sam’s frown deepened. “Maybe you should sit this one out.”

“No!” Dean said quickly, maybe too quickly. “No, I’m fine. Probably just something I ate.”

Sam shook his head and chuckled. “I mean, you do live off red meat fried in cheese and products only made with corn syrup.”

You snickered at that, your hand finally retreating. Dean gave you a look—one that said you’re gonna pay for that—but all you did was smile sweetly, fake concern in your eyes.

He was gonna kill you. If you didn’t kill him first.

By the time you and Dean were parked outside the club that night, he was barely holding it together.

The teasing hadn’t stopped at the diner. No, you had spent the entire goddamn day tormenting him.

At the precinct, you had worn that tight-ass FBI pencil skirt, the one that hugged your curves just right, riding up slightly whenever you bent over to grab something. And you’d made sure to bend extra slow, knowing his eyes would be on you.

You hadn’t even touched him, but it didn’t matter. You’d glance over your shoulder with that smug little smirk, bite the tip of your pen and look him dead in the eye as you wrapped your lips around it, and every single time, Dean had to force himself to look away before he made a scene.

And now here you were, alone in the Impala, the dim glow of the streetlights casting a soft glow over your features, that look in your eye and Dean already knew he was screwed.

“Sweetheart,” he half-heartedly warned, his voice already hoarse.

“What?” you asked innocently, reaching for his belt.

Dean groaned, his head thudding against the seat. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You just grinned. “We’ve got time.”

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but then your hand was slipping inside his jeans, and whatever he was about to say turned into a strangled groan.

Your touch was slow, deliberate, your fingers wrapping around his cock with just the right amount of pressure. You stroked him to full mast, your lips trailing along his jaw, sucking at his pulse point making him twitch in your palm. 

“Fuck,” Dean drawled as you lowered onto your front on the bench seat, your mouth replacing your hand, wrapping around him like a warm hug. Your tongue teased the sensitive tip until his hands were gripping the seat, white-knuckled, and then you took him all the way.

“Holy—,” he choked on his own breath, his hips jerking as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper, faster, gagging slightly as you pushed him to the back of your throat.

It was too much. The whole day had been too much. He was right there, so close it hurt—

And then… 

You pulled away, and Dean actually whined.

You sat up and wiped at your mouth, giving him one last smirk as you settled back into your seat like nothing happened.

Dean slammed his head against the seat again, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate you.”

You hummed, pleased. “No, you don’t.”

Of course, you were right. 

The motel door had barely clicked shut before Dean was on you. His hands gripped your hips, lips crashing against yours in a desperate kiss—hot, messy, needy. He was shaking, breath ragged as he pressed you back against the door.

But you weren’t giving in that easy.

You smiled against his lips, teasing, and broke away just as he tried to deepen it. His frustrated groan sent a thrill through you.

"Strip," you ordered, voice honeyed but firm.

His pupils blew wide, his body thrumming with anticipation. He obeyed, yanking off his flannel and t-shirt, kicking off his boots as you stepped back toward the bed, sitting on the edge with an air of complete control.

By the time he was bare, standing in front of you, he was already rock-hard, the tip of his cock flushed deep red, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He ached; every nerve raw from how you’d spent the entire day torturing him.

You spread your legs slightly, a silent invitation, and he stepped closer, but you placed a firm hand on his thigh, stopping him.

"On your knees," you murmured.

Dean exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw tightening, but he obeyed. He sank to the floor, settling between your parted thighs, hands twitching at his sides, aching to touch—but he knew that wasn’t how this worked. Not tonight.

"You’ve been so good for me today," you praised, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. "Taking everything I’ve given you."

"Too much," he ground out, frustration darkening his eyes. "You—fuck, sweetheart, you ruined me today.”

You pouted in faux sympathy and leaned in to kiss him, slow and teasing. Dean chased after it instantly, deepening it with desperate hunger. You could feel the way his lips trembled, the barely contained need in every press of his mouth. He wanted more. Craved it. You smirked against his lips before pulling back, cupping his jaw when he tried to follow.

"You think you can last just a little longer, baby?" You cooed, trailing soft kisses along his cheek, down the sharp cut of his jaw, and then lower, pressing against the thick cord of his throat. His eyes shut tight, a shuddering sigh slipping from his lips at the feel of you.

His cock throbbed painfully, every nerve in his body screaming for relief, but your praise—fuck, your praise—was just as intoxicating as your touch. He needed to hear it as much as he needed to come.

So, he nodded.

"I want you to make me cum, baby," you whispered, your breath hot against his ear before you nipped at his lobe. Dean shivered. "And I promise, I’ll touch you."

A switch flipped.

He was on his feet in seconds, grabbing you, shoving you down onto the mattress with enough force to make you gasp. His movements were rough, desperate as he stripped you bare, tossing your clothes aside like they were in his way—because they were.

And then he saw you.

Laid out beneath him, glistening, perfect, drenched for him in the dim glow of the bedside lamp.

"Fuck," he groaned, breath hitching.

"It’s all because of you, Dean," you told him, voice breathy, chest rising and falling faster. He watched your eyes flutter shut, your head tipping back as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of your thighs.

"You have no idea how hot you are," you continued, voice unravelling, "how fucking beautiful. Watching you restrain yourself, the desperation to cum—"

Dean growled low in his throat and bit down, sucking a mark into the inside of your thigh. You gasped, back arching off the bed, and the sound shot straight through him, straight to his cock. He groaned, hips rolling into the mattress for any kind of relief, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

When his gaze met yours again, you were smirking. Of course you were. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew how much he loved this—your taste, your praise, the way your body surrendered to him.

You reached down, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. His lashes fluttered, eyes slipping shut at the contact, like he was savouring it. Then he opened them again, gaze burning.

"Make me cum with your perfect mouth, baby."

Dean let out a low, guttural noise and then—he was on you.

The first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberate, and he groaned at the taste of you, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as he spread you wider. He licked into you, drinking you in, his nose pressed against your clit, his stubble scraping the soft skin of your inner thighs.

"Jesus," he rasped, voice muffled against your cunt. "You taste so fucking good."

He couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t stop. He flicked his tongue over your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and the sound you made—needy, wrecked—made his cock twitch against the mattress. His hips rutted down, searching for friction, but it was secondary to this. To you.

"Dean—fuck—" You whimpered, thighs trembling around his head. "Just like that, baby—feels so good."

His groan vibrated against you.

Praises. You knew what they did to him. He ate them up as greedily as he devoured you.

Your fingers fisted in his hair, tugging him closer, and he moaned, tongue working you over with precision, like he was born to do this. The way you came apart in his mouth, the way your body clenched and shuddered beneath him—it was his fucking religion.

"Dean—" Your voice cracked, high and needy.

"You’re so good at this," you gasped, making his cock throb painfully at the praise. “Such a good boy for me, taking care of me first.”

Dean groaned into you, the vibrations sending another shockwave of pleasure through your body. His grip on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into your skin as he redoubled his efforts, desperate to hear more.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop," you whimpered, your breath hitching. “You’re so fucking perfect, so good.”

A deep, wrecked sound tore from his throat, his hips rutting against the mattress as if your words alone could get him off. He was lost in you, in the slick heat of your body, in the way you fell apart just for him.

"Come on, baby," you cooed, threading your fingers through his hair again, tugging just the way you knew he liked. "Make me cum."

Dean damn near growled, his tongue flicking and curling against you with a new sense of urgency, chasing that moment—chasing your pleasure like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And then—

You shattered, back arching off the mattress as your release hit, pleasure rolling through you in waves. Dean groaned, gripping your thighs tighter as he licked you through it, savouring every pulse, every shudder.

And fuck, watching you like this—watching you lose yourself because of him—he can never get enough of it. Feeling it, the way you pulse against his tongue, knowing he’d done that, he’d unravelled you completely—it nearly wrecked him.

When you finally caught your breath, your fingers slid from his hair, caressing over his jaw, his cheek as Dean climbed up your body, and then you pulled him down, kissing him deep and thorough, humming at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

And fuck, was it hot.

He was so lost in the kiss, he barely had time to process it before you pushed him onto his back.

His head hit the pillows, his chest heaving, every muscle in his body tense with need.

Then you were kissing down his torso, slow and teasing, your lips tracing the ridges of his abs, the dips of his hips. His cock jerked against his stomach, swollen and aching. You dragged your lips along his length, your breath hot against his sensitive skin.

You kept him there, right on the edge, pushing him higher and higher, until every muscle in his body was trembling. His hips bucked slightly, chasing more, but you stayed just out of reach, dragging your tongue along his length, your touch too light, your pace too slow.

His head tipped back, throat exposed as he let out a ragged moan, chest heaving. "Fucking hell, sweetheart—"

You hummed against him, feeling the way he twitched, saw the way he clenched his jaw so tight it might crack.

Then you wrapped your lips around him—soft, slow, but not enough. Never enough.

"Jesus, sweetheart," he groaned, voice hoarse. "Please—"

But you didn’t give in.

You kept him there, right on the edge, holding him in that unbearable place of need.

And Dean realised, for the first time, that he actually couldn’t take it.

His head fell back against the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets so hard they might rip. "Impala."

You froze.

Dean’s entire body was shaking now, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "Baby, please," he rasped. "I can’t—I need—"

You didn’t make him beg any further.

This time, when you wrapped your lips around him again, you didn’t tease. You didn’t hold back. You took him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him hard, your hand stroking the base in tight, relentless motions.

Dean choked on a curse, his hips jerking as his body locked up beneath you. His fingers twisted into the sheets, shaking, like he was barely holding himself together. "Oh, fuck—"

You didn’t stop. You wanted him to let go. Your tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, your pace never faltering as you worked him with everything you had—your mouth, your hands, all of it, pushing him higher and higher.

Dean let out a strangled groan, his abs clenching, his thighs trembling as his entire body tensed. And then, he shattered.

A guttural moan tore from his throat as pleasure slammed into him, so intense it stole his breath. His release hit him like a freight train, so hard and fast his vision blurred, white-hot euphoria crashing through him in waves. You milked him for all he was worth, working him through it, swallowing every, last drop until his body jerked beneath you, raw and oversensitive.

"Jesus Christ," he rasped, his voice wrecked and hoarse. His head lolled to the side; his arm flung weakly over his face as he tried to catch his breath.

You crawled up beside him, pressing a kiss to his damp skin, running your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.

"Did so good for me, Dean," you murmured.

He let out a breathless, exhausted laugh, still trying to regain control of his body. "I think you just killed me, sweetheart."

You smiled against his chest. "Worth it?"

Dean groaned, rolling onto his side to pull you flush against him, his grip still firm despite how completely spent he was. "Yeah," he admitted, voice rough. "Fucking worth it."

And as he drifted off, tangled with you in the aftermath, he was already wondering what the hell you’d come up with next time.

Because patience might not have been his strong suit.

But he’d suffer through it for you.

Every single time.

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[sombrashe]

Hello!! 💕🌸🌿 How are you doing? hopefully fine!

I was wondering if you could write HBO's Jesse x Reader where reader gets hurt really bad - maybe during patrol where a new member shoot her by accident, or the harsh winter makes her really sick, or by a random accident. i don't really mind the reason! - and he has to take her back to jackson and she thinks she's dying so she confesses to him and he's like "yeah I like you too please don't die".

I hope that my request is not a problem, you can also change anything in order to make the fic to your liking! I trust you so do whatever you please! Have a good day 💕🌸🌿

bloody confessions tlou tv show jesse

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ blood, gore, reader gets shot, fluff, comfort, protective!jesse

notesִ ࣪𖤐⋆ hiiii!! im doing pretty good so far :3 school is over for rn so im focusing a lot on this blog lol / i hope you enjoy reading this, i feel like i could have made it a lot longer

you let out a sharp yell as hot metal tears through your thigh. you don't get any relief as it sticks to bone deep beneath fat and skin. crumbling to the ground you cry against crimson cold. another shot and you're facedown, wetness seeps through your jacket and settles deep in your heart. raiders were always an issue especially so far away from civilization but you've never been caught alone before. using every bit of strength your destroyed body has you flip yourself onto your back. if you were gonna die you might as well see who killed you. of course your eyes decide now is the time to start getting that annoying black fuzz around your sight. maybe you'd be able to relax a little, just a little.

"Don't you dare fall asleep on me."

you didn't even know he was here. letting your head loll to the side you come face to face, well what used to be a face, with who you assume shot you. twice. good, glad the bastard got what he deserved. blinking slowly, whats left of your eyesight settles on a mop of frazzled black hair. you can't see his features and lowkey it freaks you out. your arm reaches up to cup his face only for your head to loll to the side. you can feel pressure but you don't know what's from the bullet and what's from him. looking down at your limp arm maybe a thought starts to form, something about how he has no blood on his face even though you swear you just touched him, but it quickly evaporates. letting out a strangled scream you suddenly have a lot more energy as you attempt to wiggle away. cold fire is being poured into your wounds and it's excruciating.

"Stop. Stop. Please."

it's all your poor voice can muster as you weakly flail around. he hushes you and starts moving his hands over your wounds. you think you hear a rip of cloth but your heartbeat is too loud in your ears. your whine is cut off as you're hoisted up and into arms. you have no strength left to hold up your head and you watch as snow fills your eyes. you can't even bring yourself to blink it away. you're laid back down and despite the cold you don't feel nearly as frozen. he settles you down into the makeshift cot and you watch as bundled jute gets dragged past your face. you know the routine when someone is dying.

"I love you."

he pauses, digesting your words, before going back into work mode.

"Just relax. You're going to be fine, I swear."

"No listen I love you, Jesse. I don't wanna die. It hurts so much."

he gently wipes some hair out of your face in comfort. once he has you situated to his liking he comes back to you. poking at your wounds you let out a sharp sound in protest.

"I have to make sure you're not bleeding out. The bullet snagged."

you close your eyes and within moments your head is spinning wildly. you gag and barely turn your head in time to empty your stomach on his shoes. he doesn't say a word just uses some snow to clean them off as you blink up at the blinding sun. it doesn't take much longer before the sun starts moving. you begin to wonder when the sun started moving before your foggy mind realizes its you that's moving. you can't see jesse anymore either and panic creeps in. sensing your anguish he speaks up from somewhere in front of you.

"I'm taking you home, you should be okay to close your eyes. you're all bandag-"

your eyes start to close at his okay and before you know it you're slipping into unconsciousness.

[gremlin-girly]

When I Get Low I Get High

Part of the Green Collection and the 20s Challenge

Banner by me, made in Canva (credit to OG creators | Dividers by @/kodaswrld

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Quote: "What are we going to tell the others?"

Trope: Mutual Pining

Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!

Tags/warnings: SMUT, MDNI, p-in-v, creampie, missionary, very romantic bc it's Steve come ON, quickie, semi public sex (? It's on a roof... so...), dirty talk

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Captain America catches you smoking on the roof of the compound.

Vote on the next babe in this collection here!

A/N: sorry everyone I've been crocheting this weekend whilst watching gossip girl lmao. Currently on my second project!! 💕

20s Masterlist

Green Collection | Steve Rogers Collection | Masterlist

Stars twinkle above you, painting a canvas from millions of miles away from you. It's strange to think that you can only comprehend a few thousand stars when there are in fact trillions up in the sky.

You wonder if you've ever seen the same star twice. Not that you would know, of course, but it's nice to think that in your minimal amount of time on Earth a star would twinkle at you at least twice.

You look up into the the sky with a dopey grin. You loved coming out to see the stars on nights like this; with your pillows and blankets and snacks. Comforted by the bright light of the silver moon and the winking of your millions of friends, you could peacefully smoke a joint and ponder the universe in peace. You're so lost in the stars this time in fact, that you don't even here the opening to the rooftop door.

"So," Steve's voice cuts through the night air. "This is where you've been running off to."

"Jesus!" You startle, almost dropping your joint. You rush to hide it behind your back, turning onto your side and dropping your joint-hand behind your hip. "Hey, Steve."

His nose crinkles. "What's that smell?"

"Cigarette?" You try sheepishly but Steve rolls his eyes at you.

"Please. I grew up in the thirties and was in the army - I know what cigarettes smell like." Steve narrows his eyes but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching.

"You going to tell me to 'hand them over young lady'?" You tease with your best Cap impression, starting to giggle.

Steve snorts. "Actually, I was gonna ask if you had a light."

He gestures to your blankets. "May I?"

Ever the gentleman. You can feel your stomach swoop and force the urge to turn to goo away, opting to say a strangled, "'course."

Steve takes off his shoes before stepping onto the blankets, laying down beside you. You reach over for your lighter and hand it to Steve, who you can't help but notice looks utterly angelic in the moonlight, who pulls a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his plaid overshirt.

"Steven Grant Rogers," you gasp mockingly. "You smoke?"

"Duh." He huffs placing the cigarette between his lips before producing a lighter. He flicks it once and an orange flame illuminates the features of his face. "Reminds me of the thirties."

The comment carries an unspoken weight and instead of making a gushing comment that you know Steve will hate, you take a drag of your joint. Steve looks over as you blow out the smoke and his face scrunches again, making you laugh.

"What is that?" He grimaces.

Ah, super soldier senses.

"It's weed." You say, looking a little embarassed. "I like to come out here and get high without everyone knowing what I'm up to."

Steve's baby blues blink at you in surprise, cigrette twitching between soft rose-pink lips as he speaks. "And you got on to me about cigarettes."

"God knows what they put in them." You argue.

"You know what they put in yours?" Steve counters, flicking the lighter to life.

"Touché."

"Tony has those damn smoke detectors in almost every room so I come out here." He huffs, tobacco smoke melting into the sky instantly. "I'm surprised I've not bumped into you sooner."

"Ships in the night." You chortle, looking out to the night. "It's always nice and quiet here."

"Yeah. Nice to get away from it all."

You nod in understanding, a comforting silence falling between you for a few moments.

"We should... do this again sometime." Steve says quietly, taking a long drag. He sighs out the smoke and you wished he didn't look so damn attractive doing it.

"Yeah. I'd like that Cap." You grin, taking a drag of your joint, sitting between your fingers.

Meeting Steve on the roof of the compound quickly becomes routine. You didn't always smoke a joint, you just liked to enjoy his company... alone.

One on one.

According to Natasha, you both share signal glances at one another when it's time to disappear for a smoke break; which you only found out about because she pressed you for details when you swore up and down that you were just chatting with Steve. Even if Natasha eyed you suspiciously, no amount of torture she could put you through would make you confess to having a crush on your team Captain.

One fateful Friday night, Steve bravely takes a drag of your joint, imediately grimacing and hacking at the taste.

"That's worse than a cigarette." He sucks in as much air as he can. "God, this feels like whenI had asthma."

"A bit too close to the days of yonder, Cap?"You tease gently, taking a professional drag and looking smug as Steve playfully narrows his eyes at you, his hands still on his knees.

After finishing up the joint, taking turns to share in the smoke and THC, you make your way to your nest of blankets and random pillows catching Steve as he stumbles into you.

"Hoo wow," he blinks, bewildered. "That's a head rush."

"Careful you," you snort, guiding him gently to the space next to you. "I don't need you crushing me."

Captain America giggles.

It sends you into a spiral of hysterics, tears streaming down your face and Steve clutching his ribs, before he takes another huge breath to steel himself. His eyes glance to you, his blue eyes so black they reflect the stars above.

"Everything feels..." he trails into silence and you nudge him. "What?"

"Everything feels what, Steve?" You grin at him. He grins back.

"You're so fucking pretty." He half-slurs, looking at you with what can only be described as pure infatuation.

"Language, Steve." You giggle, feeling heat rush to your face. Butterflies erupt in your gut, sending fluttering wings all the way up to your chest.

"I mean it." He says earnestly, moving to sit up a bit, cupping your face. His hands pretty much encapsulate your head, and they're so warm that you melt into them. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Just. Wow."

He blinks rapidly, almost as if he's in disbelief. "I've never felt like this before."

"Weed does that to you." You laugh breathlessly, your heart is in your throat and you know that the weed isn't the only thing giving you cotton-mouth.

"I wasn't talking about weed." Steve says and, before either of you can think, Steve leans in and presses his lips against yours.

It's sweet. Romantic, even. And it's so utterly Steve that you know he didn't think much past the act of doing rather than thinking.

"Sorry," he breathes. "I've wanted to do that for a while."

"I've wanted you to do that for a while too." You whisper back, watching Steve's face light up. "And I think you should give me another for good measure."

Steve doesn't need telling twice as he leans in once more. The kiss is longer this time and as lot less controlled. There's a hand burrowed in your hair and another at your waist, thumb gently pawing over your hip repeatedly that makes heat between your legs pulse. Steve deepens the kiss, half leaning over you and pressing you into the cosy blankets and you hum as you catch the taste of tobacco and weed on his tongue.

Your hands roam under the warmth of his leather jacket, politely keeping them over his shirt for now, relishing to his guttural groan when you bring your knee up to entwine between his legs and instead pressing against the hard tent in his jeans.

"I feel like there's more you want to do to me than just kiss." You snicker, trying to keep your breathing steady.

Steve huffs with a smile. "That obvious?"

"I don't think you could hide it if you tried, Cap." You laugh and Steve's blush deepens, as he moves to kiss your neck.

The first kiss is testing the waters, a soft brush of lips against skin. The second time, Steve's teeth graze along your pulse point and you gasp shakily, turning your head to his to meet his gaze.

Steve's pupils are blown wide and there's a slightly darker shade of pink to his lower lash line that indicates the presence of a high. The moon and stars are mixed into the Neptune blue of his iris' and you grin lopsidedly at him whispering, "You've got stars in your eyes, Stevie. Just missing the stripes."

"Such a romantic." You quip sarcastically, pressing a kiss to his nose as your stomach swoops.

"The only star I care about is right in front of me."

"I am from the thirties." Steve reminds you with a click of his tongue.

"I hope you don't fuck like you're from the thirties." You whisper seductively, biting your lips and trying to look as wickedly doe-eyed as possible.

"No ma'am." Steve affirms with a cheeky smile, pinning you beneath him, large palms either side of your head. Your arms snake up his shirt, thighs squeezing at the sight of the strain in denim; the anticipation of what was to come, before entwining your hands under the collar his his raggedy leather jacket and pulling him downward for another kiss.

Steve follows your wordless instruction, sinking down into you, moulding to you but not suffocating you, as your tongues explore eachother other lazily.

Wiggling one leg free from beneath Steve, you hitch it over the angle of his hip and tug him closer, causing his cock to press against your pussy between your leggings. You both groan and with curt nods to the other, hastily remove the barricades of clothing.

Your leggings and panties are ripped from your ankles in record time - though, you don't bother removing your tank top. Steve manages to shrug off his leather jacket and get his jeans past his thighs but patience isn't a virtue either of you possess. Your right hand fists Steve's t-shirt and tug his face back down to your lips; your left ensures one of his hands reaches below the edge of your tank to grope at your bare tit while you begin to make out and moan again.

Steve huffs a curse, a thumb grazing your pebbled nipple to illicit a hushed moan into the cool night air.

"Are you sure?" He asks suddenly, wetting his lips nervously.

"Absolutely sure." You nod. "Are you?"

Steve nods back and beams a smile brighter than the moon itself. "Anyone ever tell you you look perfect?"

"Quite a few times from this angle." You joke and Steve snorts, flushing red.

"Smart ass."

You chuckle as he leans down to catch your lips in a quick kiss. Your lips tingle against his, almost like they're bubbling with barely contained excitement.

"But seriously," you say in a hushed tone, nibbling playfully at his lower lip. "No one's ever said that to me before."

"They should." Steve murmurs, hand straying from your breast and cupping your face. His hand is warm and rough, calloused by years of fights and training, but cupped in his palm you find comfort and sink against him.

"It only matters when you say it to me, Stevie." You murmur, kissing his palm.

"I promise to tell you every day from here on out." He says, voice dripping with so much sincerity it makes your teeth rot from his sweetness. "If you'll let me?"

"Of course." You smile shyly back at him. "But first thing's first."

Steve's eyes glimmer and he wets his lips excitedly, hunger for you beyond insatiable as he sits onto his haunches to free his cock. Despite the confident strokes over his thick cock, heat pouring from him, his face grows red and flustered.

"If you need me to stop, you can-"

"Shush, Stevie." Your honeyed voice sounds louder now on the quiet rooftop, and far more impatient than you intend it to be. "I want you to fuck me."

"Shouldn't we-"

"Steve," You huff, half-exasperated. He was so sweet it made your stomach churn, but God you were practically cumming from the thought of him being inside you. "I need you. Now."

"Yes, ma'am." Steve breathes, watching your pretty face contort in pleasure as he ran the tip of his cock along your wet slit before sliding into your soaked hole.

"Oh fuck, hah..." The stretch of Steve's cock was something you hadn't accounted for, being so greedy and desperate for it. The weed had definitely made you hornier, wetter, which was a blessing in dusguise on all accounts. Your walls pulsed as Steve bottomed out, and you were chanting curses whole Steve tried to keep a tight hold on his self-control.

You go to move your arms to his neck but Steve stops you, interlacing your fingers with his and pinning your hands either side of your head, but not before freeing your tits from the confines of your tank.

Steve draws his hips back, a delicious drag of pleasure to go with it, before snapping them forward again. He watches your tits bounce in time with his thrusts and when his eyes meet yours, his boyish smile falters as your pussy strangles his cock. With quick, deep thrusts Steve pummels into you adjusting only slightly so you could angle your legs over his hips to send him deeper into your tight channel and he can bury his face in your neck.

"Shit - fuck - ah, Steve!" You can feel the tightness grow, milking Steve for all he was worth.

Steve's fingers squeeze yours, wet slaps of skin against skin echoing into the night. "I've got you sweetheart. You take my cock so well."

You almost choke on your own spit at Steve's words, crossing your ankles behind his back and anchoring him to you on every thrust. As your eyes roll on a moan, you can see the sky. Your trillions of bright friends wink back at you, currently watching Captain America bang your brains out on a roof - how romantic.

Crying out his name as you cum sounds closer to a sob and Steve's climax shortly follows with grunts and groans of sweet nothings.

Unlike you, Steve's not even breathless; only flushed and his perfect quiff slightly tousled. You, on the other hand, are a mess. The drugs in your system make you feel like you're floating away into the stars as you heave heavy breaths, looking up into the night sky one final time before settling back onto Steve's handsome face.

He's smiling almost shyly, brows furrowed gently like they do when he's nervous about something. He looks like he's about to say something, then thinks better of it, opting to kiss you instead.

"Spit it out, Steve." You murmur against his lips as he pulls back, leaning back enough to slip his softening cock from your ruined cunt, but not far enough that he has to let go of your hands. He gives you a sheepish smile like he's been caught red-handed as he shifts to lie beside you, pulling you closer and covering you both with one of the blankets.

"I just... I - What are we going to tell the others?" He gushes making you make a pffft sound as you turn into his chest with a laugh.

Your laughing makes Steve cover you in a litany of sweet kisses that linger on your skin between giggles. "I'm being serious. I think everyone will know when I take you back to my room."

"Back to your room already?" You joke, thumbing away invisible lint from his rosy cheeks. "As if the rooftop rendezvous wasn't enough?"

"Hey, I'm a gentleman. I like to show a dame a good time, not just a quickie." Steve jokes back, brushing his nose with yours. "Besides, you're look so beautiful cumming over my cock that I think I need to to witness it again tonight."

Your thighs clench together and you breathlessly manage, "Language, Steve."

A moment settles between you, comforting and warm against the breeze that rustled lost leaves on the roof. This was something you could get used to. You blink heavy eyelids at the sky and sigh contentedly.

"I can't believe this happened because we smoked in the same place."

Steve clears his throat awkwardly and looks up at the sky with you but after knowing him for so long, you know he's withholding some crucial information from you, and your eyes narrow at him.

"Steven?"

"Nat may or may not have said you come up here...." Steve admits bashfully

"Oh, son of a bitch!" You exclaim, realising the last few weeks of rooftop smokes had been a set up for you and Steve to get to know eachother. Nat probably hadn't planned on you and Steve getting to know eachother as intimately as you had so quickly, but you had to give the Russian spy her credit - she was as devious as she was deadly.

"Language." Steve grins, pecking your lips with a slower, more savouring kiss. "So, you free tomorrow night for our official first date?"

"I think I definitely could be, I'll have to ask my Captain." You tease.

"Oh, you'll be there." Steve nods, still grinning. "Captain's orders."

End

A/N: I think this may be my shortest green fic? Wowee. Hope you enjoyed 💚

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Anon said: I hope it's okay.. wondering if you could write something for ushijima where he's married with kids and the mc is starting to feel insecure about her body and ushijima shows to her how much he still gets turned on by her (now more than ever too). Also I'm really happy I came across your blog! Absolutely love your writing! 🤗💕✨️

Omg another Ushi request!! Stop this is so cute, has me grinnin' and shit!! Tysm for the kind words, noonie, happy to have you on my blog as well~ ;w; ♡ (also, I'm so so so SO sorry for deleting your ask before, plz forgive me bc the draft wasn't finished AT ALL, lmao)

Cw: Ushijima x fem! reader - soft and then smutty, so minors DNI - reader is chubby + has stretch marks cuz I said so - kisses on body (f! receiving) - cunnilingus/oral (f! receiving) - implied breeding kink - praise - biting (Ushi nibbles on your tummy, cheeks, and nipples) - clitoral play (swiping and sucking) - ends with implied insertion - slight overstimulation - reader feeling self-conscious about their body but Ushi coming in for the rescue - you and Ushi have two-year-old twin sons!! Wc: 2.8k

There's nothing you would want to change about your life.

You already thought you hit the jackpot when you stumbled upon and started dating THE Wakatoshi Ushijima, a man you never — in your WILDEST dreams imaginable — could see yourself with. And the fact that he proposed and took you as his spouse is shocking enough. But now, as you see him on the couch with two small children asleep on his lap as the man watches the television, it's hard to conceal the smile that sneaks past your comprehension, and you silently walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

It's been three years since you and Ushijima tied the knot, and you expectant with two boys immediately after. Since then, your life has gotten brighter and brighter by the day. Not only has Ushijima been a great and supportive unit as he has been since he first met you, but watching your sons grow into such beautiful bundles of joy never fails to make you beam with glee. And it's so cute because they're literal carbon copies of their father! Aside from being much more expressive and bubbly than their silent parent, he says they get from you.

For the past three years, every day in the Ushijima household has been grateful. Having a loving husband and two wonderful children is evidence of such. Because of this happiness you bestow and witness, there's absolutely nothing in this life that you'd want to change or replace…

...But that's a lie because there is one thing you'd wish to change. And it bothers you as you stare into the bedroom mirror.

Turning your figure to the left and right in your underwear, you're the only one here who can point out the critiques of your body that you've noticed since pregnancy. Your brows crease as you bore holes at the plumpness of your abdomen that wasn't this curvy before, the detailed streaks of your stretch marks indicating the changes your body's undergone through the years. And your appearance comes off plumper than you've remembered prior; memories of your "perfect" figure from your wedding night flood your mind.

The mirror doesn't display a "you" that you recognize. It's a "you" that has long replaced your old self — the old self who was distinct compared to now, the old self that would model cute outfits and pose with their friends, the old self that grabbed the attention of a well-renowned volleyball player and would soon bear his children.

That old self is long gone, fueling your dismay about who you're looking at as your reflection. This is you, but this isn't your body, is it? It can't be. A body like this shouldn't be able to experience the happiness you're experiencing...should it? The more you stare at your reflection, the blurrier your head is clouded with your thoughts, and an uncomfortable bob strangles your throat.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

You jump at the sudden sound, turning to face the ajar bedroom door. Your husband, Ushijima, entering halfway. "Can I come in?"

"Uhhh, yeah, come in!" You stutter as you grab an oversized shirt (Ushijima's) to cover up. It's funny: being together all these years and you still wish to be modest around your partner. He closes the door behind him once you sit on your side of the bed. "Put the boys to bed."

"Mhmm." He hums in response, walking to the mirror you were using, touching up on his hair before taking off his shirt. He stretches in front of the glass, and you observe him as he does so. His reflection depicts the gorgeous lean physique as his breathtaking back muscles captivate you. Even when he goes into the closet to fetch a more comfortable tee to sleep in, your eyes never leave him.

Strong. Stoic. Incredibly athletic. And a cadence that engulfs anyone in his path. There are many ways people in your surroundings have depicted your husband. And with a front-row seat, you understand what they mean. Ushijima is a rather unusual breed of man, both mind and body; it's a fact you've known before you two dated. And it's a fact that grasps your attraction to him constantly. All these years, and he's still the handsome man you fell in love with.

Makes you wonder if he thinks the same for you. Even with your current body...

"Y/n." A voice snaps you back to the present, turning to the other side of the bed to see Ushijima look directly at you. You blink with a shiver; he must've been calling for you while deep in your thoughts. "You okay?"

You cough before answering. "Ahem, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I'm fine."

The man trenches his brows. "No, you're not." He cuts you off before you can say an excuse. "This is the third time this week you've been thinking up a storm to yourself. Not to mention you've been doing it for the past few months."

"Am...Was I that obvious?"

"That, and I saw you looking at yourself earlier." It's bad enough his blunt answers shoot arrows to your heart, but to know he did see you eyeing yourself at the mirror? Your mind goes rampant thinking what he'll say next. "So, what's wrong?"

You could try to dismiss the topic again and just retire for the night, but you know Ushijima well enough to know you can trust him with what you're thinking. You sigh heavily, turning to your fingers that fidget amognst themselves. "Toshi...Do you...like my body?"

One second goes by. Three seconds. The silence gnaws you, you chew on your lip to distract yourself until the man answers. "...What do you mean?"

"Like...before I had the boys, I felt real...confident? With myself?" Your fingers now toy with the comforter covering your lower body, the awkward atmosphere eating you alive. "I'm not saying I was the most gorgeous person alive or anything, but I liked how my body looked. And now, after being pregnant and everything, I just feel like.....I don't know. Forget about it; good night!" You swiftly turned off the lamp on your bedside and patted your pillow. But before you can situate yourself to sleep, a hand comes to your cheek, prompting you to look at your spouse again.

"Y/n." The way he says your name is so calm and comforting. You lean to his touch. "Is that what's been bothering you?"

You nod, a thumb stroking the soft flesh of your cheek. "Yeah, it's just me with my stupid thoughts bullying me, really..."

Ushijima hums, his free hand freeing your lower half from the warm comforter, exposing your legs to the air-conditioned space. "You shouldn't let those thoughts take the best out of you. You're an adult; it's only natural that your body changes as you grow. And as a mother, it's not guaranteed you'll look like your old self." Once again, the man obliviously scolds you with his curt response. Although, you know he's not wrong, nodding to his words.

"I know, I know. It's just..." Another sigh leaves your fatigued lips. "Every time I look at myself, I just don't know...how can such an amazing and wonderful guy like you still want to be with me looking...different. I get it: it's just my head being mean. But still..." And you leave it at that, withdrawing your face from his warm palm.

Ushijima, though, kept his eyes on your solemn expression. He tries again, bringing his hand up to your chin to look at him. "To answer your question: yes, I do like your body. The reason why is that it's your body. I keep mine in the same condition — if not better — simply because I have a job that requires me to do so. But that's just for me, not you. I didn't date you just because of your body alone. I sure didn't propose to you for it either. I married you — all of you. I love everything about you, and that love hasn't changed since I said my vows." The hand on your chin returns to cupping your cheek. "And it won't change just because of some natural changes to your body. Otherwise, I'd be a terrible husband and father for thinking so."

"Toshi..." Just when you thought your love for this man couldn't get any significant, he always finds a way to bring it up to substantial levels. Your heart swoons to his words, making you fall unquestionably in love with him again. Now you bring a hand to his cheek, "You're such a wonderful man, you know that? So lucky to have you as my husband." He averts his gaze from yours, a sign you know is his way of accepting praise.

"I'll say this, though," the tall man places his other hand to seize your small one on his cheek, olive eyes boring into yours: a sign of honesty. "Ever since you had the twins, I think you've become more beautiful than before."

His face draws in close, and your breath hitches. "Toshi—"

"I mean it. You're so beautiful..." His lips rest on your plump ones, and you're gently pushed to your back with your head on the pillows. It doesn't take long for you to melt into his kisses, small gasps when he leaves your lips to set sweet smooches on your cheek and neck. "So beautiful for me....."

The feeling of his lips on you has you under his spell, and you mean when a hand snakes under your shirt. Ushijima lifts the material to expose your body to him; humility still runs over you as you use your hands to cover yourself. But the man before you doesn't let that happen, moving your hands off your body and onto his shoulders. "Don't do that. Let me see it all." His mouth goes back to your neck, sucking on your skin that'll surely leave marks for you to see in the morning.

He then ventured down, kissing and sucking on every piece of insecurity that caged you. Every stretch mark, from your shoulders to your tummy, kissed with love and gratitude. Your plush thighs were rubbed by his hands before his mouth came down, giving the fat above your panties a teasing bite, causing your legs to jerk. Ushijima removes your underwear, discards the lacy material to the cold wooden floor, and spreads your legs to have your bare genitalia out for him to see.

Your face is now hot from the exposition. "Toshi..." you say his name in a whisper, not wanting to get loud as your bedroom is not too far from your sons'. "Please, you don't have to—Ooohhh..." You're cut off when you feel his tongue lap on one of your nipples, licking on the bud while using his hand to toy with the other breast.

"No, I do have to." He says in between licks to your nipple before taking it wholly into his mouth; your whimpers fail to cooperate on wanting to be stifled by your lips. The heat between your legs starts to flourish, having you grind your thighs together to ease the throbbing sensation. And Ushihima notices, releasing your mound from his hand and slithering it between your soft thighs, protruding his fingers between the folds of your vagina. A sharp cry comes out of you at the sudden contact of his forefinger brushing your clit.

"Ahhhh! Toshi, right there, right—Mmmmm..."

"Not yet, Y/n," your husband coos to your ears, his voice so hot to hear. "Need to warm you up first..." He lays kisses on your neck while pushing his finger into you. You bring a hand to cover the shriek from exiting when his digit enters your chasm, your inner walls adjusting to the size. And when he inserts his middle fingers, you find purchase on the tee he's wearing.

"Oooh, hooohh...Jesus Christ, Toshi, your fingers," you whine to him. He brings his face up to glance at yours. "Feels so good, so—Ahaaannn!!"

"Shhhh, keep feeling good for me." He coaxes you with a kiss on your forehead, the pace of his fingers quickens, and the squelching noises coming from your cunt burn your ears. Your hips buck whenever his digits scrape the velvety walls, and your mind slowly descends into a lustful haze. You want him so bad — want him right now.

And Ushijima takes this time to examine your body while he works on your leaky slit. Watching your figure quiver to his touch, your mouth agape for cute moans to fill the space, and your eyes screwed to an expression of pleasure. Here is where he treasures you more than ever: having you like this with him and only him. It turns him on. It's a raunchy thought, but it's true.

Beauty stirs many images in Ushijima's mind. But nothing triumphs over the true definition of beauty when it's about you. You are the most beautiful in his eyes, both body and soul. Every time he looks at you, the memory of your first smile to him flashes before him, a moment he cherishes till his last breath and is the moment that cemented his wish to have you by his side. And now married with two bouncing boys, there has not been one instance where his light for you diminishes. If anything, it grows brighter and brighter.

However, when it comes to his attention that you don't see yourself in the same light as he does, it's only befitting for a husband to fix that. Because, in his eyes, even through all the changes throughout the years, your body still drives him insane. Especially now, when he's the reason that transformed you with his youths. And seeing you writhe on the bed with his fingers in your vulva, that switch that once flipped before has twitched something inside him...

"Ahhhn!! Nnnmm!! Toshi, Oh God..." The tall man snaps to your disheveled look, your eyes watery and lips puffy from frequent chews. "Haaah!! It's coming, I'm gonna—Ohoooo!!"

"Go ahead. Cum on me, Y/n." He kisses and nibbles your cheeks before putting his mouth on your nipple once more, sucking and lightly biting the nub while pushing his fingers in and out of your cunt at a sporadic rhythm. He places his thumb on your clitoris, swiping and grinding on the tender button. And that was the final piece for your orgasm to overtake you, the walls of your slit clamping around his digits while your body quivers with the crawl of your spine.

Your cries fill the bedroom, riding out your climax until the last tremble. Toes curl as your pussy flutters on him, and they relax when your body is sheathed with a soothing silence that calms you down from the aftershocks. Pants exit swollen lips, too distracted in your bliss to catch a glimpse of Ushijima moving downward to your southern lips, his tongue running on your slick-coated folds.

A forced wail comes out at the motion of his mouth on your chasm. "T-Toshi, stop! I'm too sensit—Iiieeee!!" Your hollers return with an ecstatic vigor as your husband drinks your essence.

"Y/n," his voice was loud enough to draw your awareness to him, licking your fluids from your inner thighs. "You drive me crazy, you know. Your body, it turns me on so much."

"Mmmm, hmmmm, r-really?" Even though Ushijima is sucking on your most delicate areas, you're able to carry on with the conversation.

"Really. Actually, I've been turned on throughout the entire pregnancy. Something about making you big and swole with a baby — the thought about it makes me go wild." He finally removes himself from your cunt, licking remnants of your fluids from his lips. He then takes off his tee, his well-built physique for your eyes to ogle.

Hooded olive eyes stare at you as he undoes the drawstring of his sweatpants, bringing them down to reveal his erection. The image of his cock springing has your sweat run to deep ice cold. You know where this is going, and you can't tell if the pulses of your chasm are out of fear or mutual excitement. "Toshi—"

"Hey, Y/n, I've been thinking" he brings you close to him, your legs spread for him. He then aligns his dick to your wet cunt, using your slick to lubricate the tip of his length before pushing it between your folds. You have to bring a hand up to conceal the mewls. "Maybe we should have another baby. Let's try a girl this time." His mind clouded with aroused thoughts; you pregnant with his child again, all big and round and swole with his child. The image sends shivers up his since. He gets so fucking turned on by it. But as long as it's you, it's all good. Even now, when the tip is finally inserted with a muffled cry from your covered lips, Ushijima doesn't want to turn back.

"Want them to be cute and beautiful like you..."

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More of the tsunami fic! Probably the weakest part (in my opinion) but I believe we're coming to a close with this soon maybe one more part? 😊 again thank you to everyone whose shown this love, I appreciate it more than you can imagine 💕

Tags are under the cut but let me know if you want to be removed! (hopefully I didn't miss any of you that wanted to be added!)

part 1 • part 2

Tommy breathed heavily, cold seeping into his bones while his skin broke out in a sweat. It was an odd feeling, and one that didn't bode well for him. 

He didn't know how long passed since he lifted them onto the platform. His leg throbbed when there wasn't pain shooting up it, but he could do no more than he already had at the moment, having used his plaid button-up to stop himself from bleeding out like he was. There's no telling if it would hold, but it was something until he could get Jee to safety.

Tommy glanced down at where she was curled into his side and his heart clenched.

He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes for a brief moment. 

Please just let her be okay, please

The air was tense in the engine on the way to the pier. Worried glances were thrown his and Chimney's way but Buck avoided meeting those gazes.

They were on their way back from a quick call when it came in about the tsunami, everyone holding their breaths at the thought of another one. Buck felt their eyes on him and had grinned sadly, a weak joke about at least he wasn't there this time but not fully meaning it as another tsunami meant people hurt, lives lost. 

Until Chimney made a strangled noise from his seat. Choking out that Jee was at the pier with Tommy. That Tommy volunteered to watch her when Maddie got called in for a shift and their normal babysitter couldn't, and was planning on taking her there.

Buck's chest felt empty and constricting at the same time as Chimney spoke on the phone with Maddie for a few seconds. His worry burrowing inside, steadily growing at the sound of their voices. He didn't say a word but shared a look with Chim– yet what right did he have when this was their child? Bile rose in his throat that he pushed down, hands clenching. Jee and Tommy were god knows where and in what state, but Buck would do anything to trade places with them at this moment.

"Uncle Tommy Uncle Tommy!"

Tommy's eyes shot open, blinking rapidly at Jee's shouting and shoves. Fuck. He internally cursed at himself for not staying focused, having felt drowsy– no doubt an infection but there was no time to think more on it.

"Look!" 

He sucked in a breath. A boy of about seven or eight was coming their way yelling and crying for help, holding onto a board that was barely keeping him afloat. Tommy saw this little boy with soaked curls, wet black glasses that slid down his nose– and Tommy turned to Jee, "Stay right there Jee don't move!" He told her quickly.

Tommy jumped back into the water and grunted against the pain as he swam out enough, grabbing for the boy as soon as he was in reach. 

He didn't hesitate to cling to Tommy who held the young boy to him. "I got you buddy, I got you, hang on alright?"

Relief slammed into him so hard when they were all on the platform and Jee didn't move an inch, that Tommy let a tear escape mixing with the wetness of the water. Fear clawed its way in his chest.

"Thank you!" The boy coughed out, body giving a big shiver as his lower lip trembled.

"What's your name kid?" Tommy asked softly. "I'm Tommy and this is my best buddy Jee."

He rubbed at his nose, wiping water from his eyes. "D-Danny."

"Alright Danny, can I know who you came here with?" 

"My b-big brother, he- he got pulled away." Danny whimpered, and Tommy could have cried the way Jee scooted closer, her little hand coming to hold Danny's slightly bigger one.

Tommy wrapped two terrified children in his hold, trying to stay awake and focused on them and not the feeling of his body fighting for sleep with the piercing throbbing pain spreading through him.

Fear wasn't new to him– but this was an entirely new kind of fear he realized.

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i love ur writing so much aAAAAAAAHHH im gonna squeal like a badly written shoujo lead

can i request platonic !! skk and reader hcs? just three idiot besties glued together by a mediator lol

would also love to see how dazai's departure would affect dynamics actually-

The Handler I Dazai Osamu x Platonic! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara (Headcanons)

Summary: you're the mediator friend in a trio of idiots.

A/N: Hey loves!! 💖 Wow, I seriously went overboard writing these headcanons—I had so much fun diving into all the feels and messy friendship dynamics. Tumblr’s being a pain and won’t let me post everything at once, so I’ll be dropping another post soon with the headcanons for after Dazai’s departure. Thank you so much for this request, it's adorable 😭💕I love you all so much aAAAAAAAHHH!! Keep those requests coming!!

TW: Dazai being Dazai (sucidal), use of fem! pronouns.

MASTERLIST

Dazai = Chaos Instigator™

Chuuya = Chaos Reactor™

You = Chaos Manager™ (Reluctant Therapist, Designated Adult, Chaos Containment Unit)

You all share one collective brain cell that is passed around depending on who’s having a good day. Spoiler: it’s usually not Dazai.

Your dynamic is as follows:

Dazai: stirring shit for fun.

Chuuya: two seconds away from strangling him.

You: holding Chuuya back with one arm and cleaning up Dazai’s mess with the other.

You & Dazai:

He immediately clocks you as “the normal one” and thus someone he must harass.

Dazai’s idea of “harassing” you is sending you ridiculous, cryptic texts at 3 AM just to see if you’ll actually respond. 

You usually do — partly because you’re worried he’s up to something dangerous, partly because, well, you’re his “normal one” and he secretly craves your presence.

He has a sixth sense for when you’re just starting to relax — and that’s precisely when he appears with a “fun little favor” that usually involves blood, bribery, and at least one felony.

He absolutely uses you as a human shield during Mafia meetings. Not out of fear — just for the drama. 

“See, if they shoot me, they shoot you, and then what would they do without their therapist-slash-logic buffer?”

You found Dazai once, bleeding from a botched mission, clearly trying to downplay how bad it was. 

He laughed, joked, and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll just walk it off!”

You looked him dead in the eye and snapped, “Sit your ass down or I’ll knock you out myself.”

He blinked. Sat down. Let you stitch him up in silence. Afterward, he quietly said, “Thanks, Doc.”

He’s never called you that again but after that incident he’ll leave sweets on your desk with goofy notes every so often.

Despite everything, he listens to you. Every time. Especially when your voice drops into that low, deadly calm that means you’ve had enough.

Once, after a brutal mission, he didn’t show up for three days. You found him in a crumbling safehouse, bandaged badly, feverish, too tired to keep up the act. He tried to laugh it off — “Guess I overestimated how immortal I am, huh?”

You didn’t say anything. Just knelt down, took his hand, and said softly, “You don’t have to be okay for me to stay.”

He turned his face away, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen all night as you helped him back to your place to get properly looked after.

Dazai has nightmares. Rarely, but when they hit, they’re ugly — violent flashes from the past. He once called you by mistake mid-panic attack. 

You stayed on the line until he could breathe again. Neither of you acknowledged it the next day, but he brought you coffee — your exact order, with a note: Thanks for picking up. 

You & Chuuya:

Protective older brother energy to the max, even if he grumbles about it constantly.

Chuuya’s gruff exterior melts when it comes to you. You might catch him softly brushing dust off your clothes or silently standing guard when near you — actions he denies but doesn’t bother hiding.

Chuuya yells a lot, but you’re one of the few people he never yells at. He grumbles, mutters, and swears—but not at you.

He once tried to give you fighting tips mid-mission because it’s not exactly your strong suit. You responded by knocking someone out with a coffee pot. He hasn’t offered since. 

He does mention the coffee pot story every time someone doubts you.

After particularly bad missions, Chuuya gets twitchy. Not from fear but from adrenaline crash and guilt he’ll never talk about. 

He always mumbles some flimsy excuse—“Needed to check something,” or “Forgot my tie here”—just so he has an excuse to linger in your apartment. 

He hovers near the kitchen, pretending to look for snacks, while you quietly brew a fresh pot of tea.

Without fail, you hand him a steaming cup of chamomile lavender (his favorite, though he’d never say it). You watch as he inhales the scent, closes his eyes for the barest second, and lets his shoulders unclench.

He never says thank you either, but you’ve caught glimpses of him meticulously straightening cushions, wiping down counters, even organizing your books by height. It’s his way of “thank you,” unspoken but unmistakable.

You’re the lone sane presence who makes sure they don’t kill each other or get banned from every coffee shop in Yokohama. But you're also their emotional tether, which neither will ever admit.

Chuuya calls you “Handler” as a joke. 

Dazai once said you’re “Our Emotional Support Human” — but when you respond by playfully threatening to charge rent for the emotional labor, both men pause, realizing that you’re absolutely right.

You once tried to assign nicknames based on personalities. 

Dazai got “Menace,” 

Chuuya got “Napoleon,”

You once made the mistake of saying, “I don’t care what you do, just don’t involve me.”

Dazai immediately made it his life mission to involve you in everything. 

You have a group chat. It’s mayhem. 

You muted it 12 times but Dazai just messages you directly if you don’t respond fast enough.

Recent message from him:

“Hey, can we use the Port Mafia’s resources to build a moat around my apartment? For reasons.”

Chuuya: “No. What the hell is wrong with you?”

You: “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Dazai: “You get paid???”

You once tried to take a day off. You returned to 63 missed messages, two emergency meetings, and a voicemail from Chuuya that just said, “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU.”

Dazai once dared Chuuya to do karaoke drunk. You watched in horror as he smashed a soulful rendition of “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” by ABBA. 

Dazai did film the whole performance, complete with Chuuya dramatically belting into a beer bottle mic, doing impromptu spins that nearly took out a waitress.

Since that day, you set Chuuya’s individual ringtone to “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!”

You haven't changed it.

You caught Chuuya adjusting Dazai’s coat collar once — silently, grumbling, like he hated every second of it. Dazai didn’t even blink. You didn’t say a word, but you secretly took a picture.

Sometimes, one of them will fall asleep on your couch. You’ll drape a blanket over them, knowing they sleep better near you.

You’ve fallen asleep between them, too — Chuuya seated rigidly by your side, pretending not to watch over you; Dazai lying nearby, eyes open in the dark, quietly guarding the silence.

They’ve both been called monsters, weapons, tools. But when they’re with you — just with you — they feel human again.

They never say it. But the way they lean into your touch, the way they show up even when they don’t have to… says everything.

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 4: Upside down

Sylus x Reader

A/N: My sweetest ( @otomiyaa ) requested today's prompt, I hope you enjoy it baaaby 💕💖

"S-Syluhuhus! I'm s-serious! Y-You better- ahahaha! Plehehease, S-Stop!"

This was so embarrassing. You never thought that a little training with Sylus in the N109 Zone would end with you hanging upside down with your feet firmly tied in a robe... and Sylus tickling you senseless.

He chuckled, his hands wrapped around your hips from behind, squeezing them gently to make you cackle; your laughter echoing through the vast area you both were at. You never hated your hunter uniform as much as you did at that moment.

"You better calm down, sweetie," he purred, smirking behind you. "Your loud noise will definitely attract wanderers our way and you're certainly in no position to fight right now."

"Thehehen s-stop tihickling m-m- ahahaha!" You choked on your laughter when his hands moved down to your tummy and the bottom of your ribs. "Syluhus!"

No matter how much you twisted, the rope only seemed to tighten around your ankles and your arms refused to move away from your sides to prevent Sylus from attacking another spot with his annoying tickles. You tried to reach back a little and push him away, but it was all useless, until the force holding you up disappeared and you shrieked, closing your eyes as you approached the ground.

"Happy now, kitten?" Opening your eyes, you found yourself in Sylus arms, Mephisto's caws reaching your lips. "I think my little pet likes you very much."

He put you back on your feet and you smiled when Mephisto suddenly landed on your shoulder. "I think I like Mephisto more than you. Stay three meters away from me."

"C'mon, sweetie," he said with a smirk, lazily following behind you. "It was a little joke, you were looking so se- ack!"

"Sylus!"

You quickly turned around, your guns in the air, ready to attack whatever was attacking your partner, but to your surprise... He was hanging upside down from a trap, his feet tightly bound. You blinked, lowering your guns before you started laughing. Sylus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms above his chest, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, yes. Very funny, kitten," he huffed, eyeing your laughing form. "You had your fun, now let's get out of he- haa!"

The muscles of his firm stomach trembled under your sudden touch. His sweater had slide down a little thanks to gravity, exposing his tanned skin, and you pressed your hand right above his belly button before brushing your fingers down. Sylus gasped, his skin covering in goosebumps as he tried to pull away.

"Kitten," he warned. "We've been through this before. I am not ticklish."

"Mhmm, you're not." Your fingers lightly danced against his abs, simply caressing them. Circling his belly button and following the lines of his hips. "And yet you're there squirming and shivering and gasping, are you not?"

"You know perfectly well," he said with a strangled voice, "that I can free myself at any moment, right?"

"Then do it." Your hands grabbed his hips and squeezed them, making him let out a funny sound. A held-in squeal or giggle or laughter. "Or you actually can't?"

"I'm s-seheherious- ack! Stop or else-"

"You're in no position to be threatening me, little crow."

Sylus couldn't help but let out a vibrant, deep laugh when you suddenly reached behind his thighs and squeezed them, causing him to jolt and growl, but ultimately, break into loud laughter.

"Oh no~, the almighty Onychinus Leader is in troubles~"

"F-Fuhuhucking s-stop! Kihihitten!"