#❛ word count 531

[woncoyo]

☁️⠀࣭⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽?!

pairing: hyung line + gn!reader genres: fluff, fluff, fluff warnings: none word count: 531 the one where there's only one bed.

author's note: i wrote this based on these prompts (click here)

( heeseung ) you grumbled like a baby at the mere thought of sharing the bed with heeseung, but then, in the dead of night, he felt his arm grow numb from an odd weight, only to realize it was your slumbering body completely intertwined with his. the fortress of pillows you'd erected between you two lies in ruins, and you were sleeping so peacefully that he couldn't bring himself to disturb you. "and you said you'd rather die than sleep in the same bed as me," he whispered into your hair, stifling a chuckle.

( jongseong )  he slept on the floor and woke up to some noises coming from the bed where you lay. moans escaped your mouth as you drifted off, and jay intended to laugh or even record it if it weren't for the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. a concerned look took over him, and he gently grasped your shoulders, squeezing them until you woke up. your red-rimmed eyes and quivering lips left him puzzled, while it took you a moment to grasp your surroundings and his presence. "it was just a bad dream..." he murmured, his fingers trailing through your hair. you steadied your breath, feeling embarrassed by your vulnerable state, even though jay wasn't teasing you as usual. then, without a hint of shame, before jay could return to the floor, you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt. "could you, please, sleep here with me?"

( jaeyun ) you and jake had a heated argument after discovering you had to share the bed, simply because you both thought you were too large to fit together in such a small space. however, no one anticipated a cold draft sweeping through the night, causing you and jake to wake up the next day glued to each other: your face buried in his chest while jake hugged you as if you were a plush toy. "promise not to tell anyone about this?" you asked, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. — "tell what? that you couldn't keep your hands off me?" he teased. — "you were the one clinging to me like a monkey!"

( sunghoon ) the idea of sharing the bed with you didn't faze him in the slightest. however, you were adamant about maintaining a generous distance between the two of you to avoid any unintentional touches. yet, in the middle of the night, like two magnets drawn together, your bodies converged. you woke up to the sensation of gentle strokes in your hair, your face nestled against a sturdy surface. by the time you realize you were lying on sunghoon's chest, he was already quipping, "are you comfortable, hm?” too embarrassed to move away, you tried to stay still. "i know you're awake, sweetheart. you stopped snoring."

© woncoyo.

[fanaticsnail]

"Someone. Someone Help Me."

Word Count: 531 - Sanji Pollen Drabble

Masterlist here, Pollen Masterlist here

@gingernut1314 tagged me a while ago to release a snippet of writing for WIP Wednesday. Only issue is, when I get writing: I can't bring myself to stop until it's completed. Like a shark with blood in the water, a cat being coaxed with a piece of smoked salmon, or more like a Snail with the temptation of a crispy slice of lettuce. So, I present this drabble as my small gift to you, dear. This is a small snippet of a collab piece @sordidmusings and I dreamed up a few nights ago - This portion of it being solely Sanji. The larger plot may include this portion as a break away from the main pairing to be disclosed later.

Warnings: Pollen!Sanji, MDNI, Sanji has inhaled pollen, Sanji can't relieve himself, Edging, Crying, Whimpering, Begging, rutting, Solo!Sanji.

Minors, this is not meant for you.

Part 2 Here.

Within the vacant halls of the quiet ship, Sanji was struggling to deal with a foreign issue he had found for himself. He only breathed in a small amount of the dust falling from the soft, white and yellow leaves: rendering himself completely in shock and desperation

He was clutching at himself, fisting his cock hard and fast with a sense of panic falling from him in waves. Although he had reached the peak of climax three times, he was unable to spill himself over the edge. For the first time in his life, Sanji was unable to pleasure himself to the point of spilling his hot cum over his thumb and into an awaiting, silken paper tissue. 

Oils, moisturizer - he even spat on himself - nothing was working. His spit even seemed to make his situation more dire, the taint of white and yellow pollen on his saliva making the veins on the underside of his cock fill even more with desire and pulsating blood. His shined, red, glistening tip of his cock was leaking with pearls of translucent pre-cum as he continued to pump himself desperately. 

He had tried so many positions: rutting into his palm down onto the mattress below him with the rough snap of his hips, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling at only the tip, falling onto his knees on the wooden floorboards below him, lying on his back and feeling the coolness of the floor sooth his burning skin while he used one hand to circle the girth of his cock and the other squeezing the exposed tip.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was working. He needed more. Something more that he couldn’t provide for himself. He climbed back onto the mattress and lied on his back, starting up the pace once more to drag his way towards the finish line again. 

Gasps, moans, groans and cries were not silenced, even with him clapping his unused hand over his mouth as he desperately brought himself to the edge of another orgasm; yet having it fall away as he continued to chase it harder with his hand. 

Sweat pooling at his temple, his jaw clamped like a vice, and his eyes clenched tightly shut as hot tears trickled down his cheeks. 

Whimpers, groans, hisses and stuttering breaths propelling him on to keep beating himself within his closed fist. Trickling out of the corners of his eyes, he began to desperately sob harder. He was being held hostage by his inability to climax, his tears falling freely from his eyes. His lips opened wide to reveal stringy and desperate dribbles of spit over his lips and into his palm, his eyes glazed and pupils blown. 

"S-Someone. Someone h-help me" he cried, his heart beating desperately hard against his ribcage. His sniffles, sobs and whimpers alerted none to his current predicament; the remainder of the crew pursuing their own interests away from the kitchen and crew quarters.

“P-Please,” he whimpered, his hot tears of frustration falling to join the drips of sweat pouring from his hairline, down his temple and onto the soft pillowcase below him, “Please. I’m begging. P-Please, I-I can’t do this anymore.”

[sugawarassoulmate]

no nut november - nov 20

they put up a good fight but still couldn't make it...

(peachy had a very busy month so we're gonna ignore that this is late bc she wanted to finish it 😤)

farmer!ushijima & best friend!iwaizumi

word count: 330 & 531

cw: fem!reader, fingering, mutual masturbation, dubious consent (ushi and reader are drunk), infidelity (kind of), minors dni

farmer!ushijima

it might just be the alcohol in ushijima's veins telling him this isn't a bad idea but you're looking pretty in the dimly lit alley

he doesn't drink often but he'd thought he'd treat himself for a few at the bar after harvesting the last of his fall crops

it was a good season, one that exceeded his expectations, leaving him completely prepared for the cruelty of winter

you were already two shots in when you saw him, quickly challenging him to a drinking game and, uncharacteristically, ushijima accepted

and now the two of you are pawing at each other behind the saloon, ushijima's fingers already down your pants

and his fingers are so thick, filling you up more than your smaller digits would ever allow

"toshiii," you groaned, humping against his hand

you completely forgot about the stupid bet you made with your friends on a visit to the city last month

you were sure you could last the whole 30 days - you were single and aside from the occasional flirty jokes with a usually oblivious ushijima, there wasn't anyone else you were interested in

but now you're reaching into his jeans to pull his cock out

you're both gasping and breathing heavily into each other's mouths, desperate to get off

it feels nice to have ushijima, a massive, stoic man, groan with every flick of your wrist

you want him to cum first but once his thumb starts circling your clit, you don't stand a chance

even in the pleasure of your orgasm, you have enough sense to take care of ushijima, stroking him as the bliss racks through your body

within a few seconds, you can feel the warmth of his cum coating your hand

the two of you clean up as best as you can when ushijima mumbles, "sorry that you lost your game."

you can't help cracking up, finding it hilarious that he remembered the drunken conversation the two of you had earlier that night

best friend!iwaizumi

"uh huh," iwaizumi says, mindlessly tapping away at his controller. "no, you're so right, i can't believe he did that."

you're calling him again to complain about your boyfriend again

it was some stupid argument about whose family you were spending thanksgiving with - iwaizumi couldn't really care

"and then he just tells me to 'do whatever i want,' can you believe that?" you scoff

"no that's terrible, such a dick move," iwaizumi drones on, all of his focus on the game he's playing at the moment

every other week, you call up iwaizumi to have the same conversation with him - how much your boyfriend pissed you off and you want to break up

and, being the good friend that he is, iwaizumi lends his ear to listen (and his dick to comfort you after a breakup)

"i'm so done, he can spend thanksgiving alone. and the rest of his life for that matter," you huff but your threats hold no weight when the two of you are constantly getting back together

"can i come over? i don't want to be alone..." you ask after a few beats of silence

without thinking, iwaizumi agrees and you quickly end the phone call with a "okie dokie!! see you soon!"

it doesn't hit him for a few minutes but he suddenly remembers that he, oikawa, matsukawa, and hanamaki were doing that stupid no nut november thing again

you and your boyfriend seemed to be doing fine the whole month so and it wasn't like iwaizumi had any other prospects - not that he wanted any

but with you coming over (and being freshly single) there was no way he'd be able to keep his streak going

but iwaizumi is more disciplined than that and the two of you have been friends way before this weird....arrangement went down

he knows how to keep it in his pants and he can resist you no matter how hard you try

iwaizumi hajime is an idiot

it took less than half an hour for his dick to end up inside you

"fuck, haji, just like that!"

it was so embarrassing—your panties pushed to the side and iwaizumi's sweats scrunched only halfway down his legs

neither of you had enough patience to actually take the other's clothes off, like the moment was fleeting and could be ripped away at any time (and most of the time it felt that way)

"feels good? that's why you keep coming back, huh?" he grunts, pulling you into a kiss

you bite your lip, not wanting to admit that he was right but iwaizumi pins you to the mattress, plunging his cock deeper inside your cunt, forcing guttural moans from you

"not gonna admit it? that's fine, i already know, baby," he says, laughing when you cum around him

he follows soon after, not bothering to pull out cause he knows you enjoy the feeling of him filling you up

iwaizumi rolls off of you, taking a second to stare up at the ceiling. he knows the others will rip into him when they find out

reaching for his phone, he decides to get it over with before he helps you clean up.

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

First things first Happy New Year, dear 🫶🏻✨️✨️

Since you're writing for Spencer Reid, may I suggest something that goes along the festive date?

I was thinking of unfinished business between the reader and Spencer, and when the whole team (who is suspicious about you both) stays at someone's place to celebrate the new year, you two end up drinking a little too much (nothing that makes you incapable of giving consent nor forgetting what happened) and what's just a cuddle session ends up with both tangled in the bedsheets, trying your best to keep the noise down.

<3

hii bby!! happy new year to you too lovie <33 love love love it🫠 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

NEW YEAR’S KISS.

spencer reid x fem!reader

word count. 531

warnings. 18+ only!! pinv, soft lovey dovey sex, readers roommate is home. mdni

For this New Year's Eve, you decided to keep it simple. 

Rather than celebrating at Rossi's like every year, you and Spencer opted for a quiet evening at yours - deciding that you wanted to drink cheap wine and cuddle on the couch as you see the New Year in. It was the only way you wanted to spend the occasion, with the only person you wanted to be with when the clock strikes twelve.

However, things don't always go as planned. 

Your roommate changed plans an hour before Spencer's arrival, and instead of going out to a bar, she decided to stay home - inviting a group of friends over for drinks and board games. 

You and your special friend were still figuring things out, everything new and foreign to the both of you, so you wanted to keep your situation private - at least, until you could put a name on it. Inevitably meaning, you and Spencer were cast away to your room for the night.

You were in your dimly lit room, candlelight flickering on your nightstand, warmth casting a green hue through the half-empty bottle of wine. Spencer was hovering atop - his thin frame slotted between your spread thighs, your ankles crossed over his lower back. One of his hands nestled on the side of your face, carefully holding your cheek in his palm, the other anchored beside your head - elbow resting by your shoulder. His lips merely shadow yours, soft murmurs falling past each of your lips as he slowly winds his hips into you - cock rubbing against your insides ever so perfectly.

You extend your hands up to his face, fingers grazing the sides of his ears as you reach for his hair. You carefully comb through his soft curls, raking the stray hairs back, keeping your eyes locked on his pretty hazels as he continues to knock the air out of your lungs.

"Spence," you coo, lips parting as your head falls back into the pillow behind. "Gotta be quieter— they're next door."

"I know," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "You're just too beautiful."

You bashfully smile up at him, brows knitting and eyes softening, your features growing pliant under his attention. You brush over his lips, kissing him soft and sweet, letting your strangled whines slip - your faint moans muffling against his tongue.

His thrusts remain leisured, winding into you unrushed - working into you like he had all the time in the world. The curve of his cock hitting all the right spots, veins grazing the ridges of your walls so nicely. No one had ever made you feel as good as you did right now - no one had ever taken the time to ensure your pleasure. And whenever you were with Spencer, that was always his main priority. 

Spending the night with Spencer in your sheets is probably the best end to your year, and it just might be marked as your new favourite holiday. As the fireworks set off around your street, indicating the arrival of the New Year, you reach up to brush your lips over his, giving him the first kiss of 2024.

[fairyhaos]

✰ seventeen as boyfriends: jeonghan edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanons, mini scenario

word count: 531

warnings: one curse word

notes: jeonghan edn. for the 500 event

so, so sweet and soft

the most attentive. is always keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re okay, even if it looks like he’s absorbed in the most nonsensical conversation in the world with seungkwan

it's all an act, bc he's actually paying The Most attention to you, always

that bf who puts his hand over a table corner/ the top of a frame when you’re ducking under it so you don’t hit your head against it. does it almost without thinking i swear

also a teasing lil shit tho like

reminds you every other month of the way you used to be a stuttering mess around him back when you didn’t know each other well and he was just your crush

wiggles his eyebrows all annoying and mimics your voice in a ridiculous pitch as he pretends to be a flustered you

gets hit over the head with your hands/ a pillow/ anything within reach every single time

also: he pretends that he wouldn’t, but jeonghan would do absolutely anything for you.

yields in practically every game if he’s playing against you and you want to win really badly. sacrifices going to see his favourite things first when on holiday if it means he gets to follow you around as you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, the grin wide on your face

it’s not like he’s doing nothing that he wants, bc you still go to the beach w him and watch the puppet shows he wants to, but there’s something so much more gratifying about watching your face positively aglow with joy.

“Jeonghan. Jeonghan.”

“Shh, I’m sleeping,” Jeonghan mumbles, trying to bury his face into the pillows. It’s late at night, and you’ve been poking him for god knows how many minutes straight, and he loves you but he also really loves his sleep. “What is it?”

“I just want to know something,” you say, and your voice is clear and awake, making him roll over to squint at you blearily.

“What?”

You shrug, and even in the darkness, your thoughtful expression is visible. He knows that this either means you’re going to spout utter nonsense or something incredibly meaningful. “I just wondered what would happen if we’d just stayed as friends.”

Jeonghan leans his head back, looking up at you as you prop yourself up onto your elbows on the mattress. “Why are you thinking about that?”

“Dunno,” you reply. “Just… what would have happened if, rather than accepting my confession, you’d just rejected me?”

Jeonghan furrows his eyebrows. Even in his sleep-addled brain, that didn’t sound right. “I would never have done that.”

“Yeah, but what if?”

“There’s no what if,” he says, and tugs you back down so you’re lying next to him again. “Don’t say weird things. I wanna sleep.”

You don’t protest as he wrangles you around so you're facing him, his chin resting on the top of your head, arms around you under the duvets. “But what—”

“No what ifs, love,” he says, and his voice gets blurrier as he slips into sleep again, with you safe and secure in his arms. “I was always going to love you.”

[haikyu-mp4]

Mistletoe

word count; 531 – f!reader

Inarizaki were not exactly unfamiliar with pranks, but when everyone walked into the locker room after a tough winter practice, none of them could figure out who hung mistletoe over their door. Nonetheless, they kept getting dressed into their normal clothes while still discussing the odd decoration.

Everyone looked up when their captain knocked on the door instead of walking right in. “Manager coming in, everyone better be decent in 3… 2.. 1,” he announced before the door was opened, revealing you and Kita side by side. You had a kind smile on your face as usual, notebooks clutched to your chest.

“I just need to note down something I forgot, sorry for interrupting.” you started saying before frowning. “Why are you laughing?”

Snickers sounded throughout the room, some holding it in and some not. “It’s just...” Aran said, pointing at the branch that hung from the ceiling. “You two are under the mistletoe.”

You look up, tilting your head in confusion and looking back at the boys. “Did you guys hang this up here because you like kissing each other?” you asked without wavering, lifting an eyebrow and pointing your gaze more towards the second years. Some of them were even blushing.

Atsumu would not take this slander. “Well we don’t walk inside in pairs, but you two did,” he noted, crossing his arms. The guy was also not wearing his shirt, making Kita squint so he knew he would get a scolding later. However, he had more important things on his mind right now. There’s a reason Aran was trying his hardest not to smile too much. Kita would never in a million years deny kissing his crush.

“Please excuse them, y/n. We don’t have to-” Kita started saying, but he was shut up completely as you stood up on your toes and pecked his cheek before turning back to the boys.

“I need to know how many of you need new shoes next season,” you asked, clicking your pen and waiting for them to answer you. Kita had a light blush covering his nose as he glanced between you and his team, feeling like they were all staring at him. Not that he would have traded that for the world. He was so entranced by your confident professionalism and light humour in addition to the kiss, making him choke on any words he wanted to say.

“My shoelaces tore, so just laces I think,” Aran answered, saving you from further awkward silence. Suna said something about needing a new pair in a bigger size, and after just a minute, you had everything you needed.

“Great! Thank you,” you said, bowing to them before turning to Kita. He hadn’t noticed before, but now he could see your red ears and temples, a sudden shy smile on your face. “And to you, Kita.” you bowed again before turning around and walking out, leaving a stunned Kita to stare at the floor where you just stood.

Osamu whistled, putting his sweater on. “Didn’t know you had the hots for our manager.”

“Not another word from any of you about this or we’ll run double laps outside when the snow falls.”

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/It snowed like 2 weeks ago where I live so I got inspired, sorry for posting winter content in spring hehe

[angels-fantasy]

Omg, CONGRATULATIONS LITTLE BEAN 🎉 I'm so so happy and proud of you ❤️ Your writing is great, and I can't wait to see you expand and unleash your creativity even more!

I'd love to ask for "asking them what they first thought of you" with either Bakugo or Dani, whatever suits you better 🫰🏻

Asking Them What They First Thought Of You

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader

Details: mm nothing crazy but bakugou drops the L WORD also dabi might be ooc 😪

Word Count: 531

HII omg thank you for this request and kind message tee hee im so sorry i responded late T^T so i will give you both dabi and bakugou!!

Dabi:

"hey dabi, what did you think about me when we first met?"

dabi's face scrunched up at that question. he didn't really remember, if he was being completely honest, he just knew he was extremely wary of you since he didn't know anything about you at the time.

but, he did notice that you didn't let his distant personality bother you, and that meant something to him.

he played with a lock of your hair, twirling it around his fingers as he thought of an answer. "i dunno, i just know i didn't trust you." he said, making you frown up at him.

"you can't be a little more romantic about it?" you grumbled, making him let out a husky laugh.

"sorry, romance isn't really my thing. but if it makes you feel better, i did think you were hot."

you smacked him on the shoulder, "shut up!"

he hissed, "ouch, you pack a punch huh?"

you humphed and flexed your arm, "you bet i do."

he laughed lightly and looked up at the ceiling, "seriously though, i didn't trust you at all in the beginning and i definitely thought you were attractive... but then you helped me learn how to trust you, so i started to think of you as a good person. better than me, at least."

since dabi was looking away, he didn't notice the tears welling up in your eyes and only realized you were crying when he heard you sniffle.

"dabi! that's so sweet." you cried, "y-you've never said anything so cute before."

he groaned, "yes i have!"

you ignored his words and wiped your nose on his shoulder, making him sigh.

Katsuki:

"katsuki! what did you think about me when we first met?"

"i thought you were annoying." he replied immediately, making you pout.

"be serious! i know you don't mean that."

he sighed and closed his eyes while he thought of an answer, opening them a few seconds later and turning to face you.

"i guess i thought you were pretty interesting, unlike every other extra we know-"

"what have i told you about calling people extras?" you asked, cutting him off and making him grumble.

"anyways - you weren't as annoying or dumb as everyone else so i allowed you around me." he said and crossed his arms.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on one of them, "are you sure it wasn't my good looks and charming personality?"

he smiled and moved you around slightly so he could wrap his arms around you instead. "maybe that was a part of it, but only a little bit." he teased.

you laughed, knowing he was only messing with you.

he smiled at your laughter, happy that you knew he was joking with you. that was something that a lot of people misunderstood about him. qmost of the time his harsh words and tone had no meaning behind them, but not everyone knew that. so when you came around and you immediately caught onto that, he knew he had to keep you around.

"love you kats" you said, voice muffled by his chest that you were squished in.

"mm, love ya too."

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i hope you enjoyed :')

taglist for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @b134ch-m4h-ey3z

[ophelisstuff]

hi lovely ! could you maybe do a paige x singer :)

HOME REMEDY | P.B x Reader

authors note : this one’s rlllly short but enjoy!

requested by : anon

word count : 531

summary : when Paige falls sick, she counts on her favorite home remedy to ease the pain.

warnings : mentions of sickness

You stood in the kitchen, monitoring the pot boiling on the stovetop. The contents being the ingredients to the soup Paige loved to eat when under the weather.

The blonde had fallen victim to a case of strep throat that had been spreading all throughout campus for weeks. Coming home a few days ago and complaining about how horrible she felt.

She had spent the past few days sulking in bed, being kept company by you, the television and her phone.

Complaining about how much practice she was missing and how she needed to get better as soon as possible. She even found herself resorting to home remedies — which barely worked.

The only bright side to the situation was the fact that Paige could hear you sing. Which created a wave of calmness for her whenever you used your voice.

Throughout the few days she had been home, Paige had asked you to sing for her — back to back. Never growing tired of the soft melody in her ear — distracting her from the discomfort of their throat.

You sighed as the familiar sound of footsteps trailed down the hallway, ready to scold Paige for getting out of bed again because she was supposed to be resting.

“Paige, you’re supposed to be in bed resting honey” You said, turning around to face the girl who was rummaging the kitchen cabinets for snacks she wasn’t supposed to have.

“Well, it’s not my fault my throat hurts” She shrugged, searching for any snack that caught her eye.

“Well, if you stayed in bed and actually took the medicine it wouldn’t”

The blonde groaned as you spoke, knowing you were right but not wanting to admit it.

“The medicine tastes like chemicals! And besides, I found a new home remedy that’s guaranteed to work.”

Covering the pot with it’s designated lid, you turned around to look at Paige with an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Another one? wouldn’t it be simpler to take the medication.”

“I’ll start taking it after this home remedy” Paige swore, a smile on her face as she looked at you.

“And what home remedy is it that’s guaranteed to cure your strep throat?” You asked, ready to hear some nonsense she’d found on tiktok.

“Studies show that hearing other people sing can help cure strep throat. Preferably when you’re laying down with the person and singing to them.”

Paige lied, knowing that you both knew that was an excuse to get you back in bed and cuddled up with her.

“And where did you find this home remedy from?” You asked, biting back a smile as you shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it babe. Just know it’s from a trusted Doctor.”

Turning the stove off, you took the medicine out of the cabinet and turned the face Paige. Knowing you could never tell the girl who owned your heart no, especially when she was under the weather like this.

“i’ll be there in a few minutes, go lay down”

And with that Paige darted out of the kitchen and into the shared bedroom. Ready to fall asleep in your arms, listening to the calmness of your voice.

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 4

shower/tub - sakusa kiyoomi x reader

word count: 531

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Sakusa Kiyoomi liked to think he was an efficient person.

He did his budgeting on the same date every month, he prepped all his meals for the week on Sundays, he had ‘fun money’ set aside so it wouldn’t dip into his other expenses. And he was meticulously clean, infamously so.

His efficiency permeated all his activities, including the bedroom ones. As evidenced by this very moment, where he had your bare body pressed to the cold bathroom tile, wet and pliant, taking his cock deep in you with every precise stroke.

Water ran down Sakusa’s back in rivets, cleansing his body of the sweat and grime of the day, while your pussy worked on relieving a different kind of stress that was pent up inside of him. See? Efficient. He was knocking out two birds with one stone.

“Omi.” Your breathy voice hit his ear, and he groaned in reply, grip tightening on your legs where he had hooked his hands under your knees, supporting your weight against the wall. You felt divine, clenching around him just right to hug every pleasurable spot on his shaft. Sakusa bit his lip at the feeling, letting himself drown not only under the weight of the water splashing his back, but in the wet, hot cavern of your cunt. You were delicious, your body, slippery against his own yet still warm, moving with him the best you could in your restricted position.

Sakusa picked up the pace when he felt his orgasm approaching, wanting nothing more than for you to cum with him. He shifted only slightly, knowing exactly what angle had you seeing stars, watching intently as your jaw went slack and your eyes rolled back. This was his favorite vision, the sight of you so far gone that you lost control of your most basic facial expressions, so far gone that all you could do was hold on tight as he pounded into you over and over, until your eyes were squeezing shut and you were releasing all over his cock, your juices mixing with the water that ran down your bodies, cleansing both of you immediately.

He groaned long and low as he came, body pressing you into the wall even more, reveling in the soft give of your body, so different to his own lean, hard one, a welcome relief after a day of hardwood floors and harsh volleyballs. He filled you up, going as deep as he could, before pulling out and watching the white liquid run down your thigh, immediately being diluted by the water and washing away.

He laid a long, deep kiss on your lips, setting you down on shaky legs but not letting you pull too far from him. He tasted your mouth with quick strokes of his tongue, sighing when you ran a hand over his wet curls. He let you both stand in the water, using his hands to wipe away at your body as you did the same for him. Within seconds, you were both clean and ready for bed.

So efficient. You would tease him. But he prided himself over it. He had saved both of you time, hadn’t he?

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[inklore]

I know Bradley Bradshaw fucks you nice and deep, I just know it

all consuming

— bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x (f)reader

word count: 531

warnings: eighteen+ content, deep penetration, smallest amount of dirty talk and marking.

note: i couldn't agree with you more bestie, like this man will have you in so many positions that both have you questioning your bodies capability of flexibility but also how much of him you can take without going insane, and he eats that shitttt up!

It’s easy to ignore the ache in your calf when Bradley soothes it with his mouth—his lips making a rhythmic trail that coincides with the thrusts of his hips down the aching muscle as he presses it tight to your chest. 

The angle—the stretch of each of your legs pressed into your front—has the movement of his hips, his thrusts deep and unrelenting as your nails dig into his bicep with each snap. The tip of his cock hits something inside of you that makes your moans turn into weak mewls. Sobs that sound pitiful to your own ears but are ones Bradley is eating up. 

His mouth and tongue running along any bit of quivering skin they can—your mouth, teeth biting into your shoulder, a smirk against your legs as they shake. 

As if he needs to feel what he’s doing too. Not just see it with your hooded eyes that look up at him as if they’re begging for more, less, everything he has; not just your nails digging into his skin, marking him the way his mouth is you. 

It’s a different feeling when he can feel it. It makes him heady and heightened, like this is why both of you were made. To do this. Together. To be so deep inside of you that it almost causes pain for the both of you. Gives you both that electric shock of pleasure down your spine and makes you go insane. 

The grip of your walls around his cock, the breathy whines into his mouth, the way your legs are begging to be moved, arranged in a different position, but he refuses to take pity on the ache his fingers are causing as they dig into your muscle the harder he fucks you—he loves you in this position. Loves seeing how much your body pulls him back in, deep and wanting, on the same stroke it wants him to let up. 

It’s fucking beautiful.

You’re beautiful. 

There are filthy words coming out of his mouth, against your tongue. You can barely make them out over the noises coming from your own mouth. His words sound a lot like “s’wet” and “that’s my girl” and “every time I think you can’t take anymore, your pussy proves me wrong.” 

You miss the ending of a question. Your mind a haze of bliss, and throbs felt all over your body—the throb of feeling so full and deep you know you’ll feel Bradley for the rest of the day when you sit, the throbbing of your legs, and the bites he’s leaving against your bottom lip and skin. 

He doesn’t make you wait long to comprehend what the question was when he starts fucking you harder, faster. His question not needing an answer as he smiles, watching you squirm and hold onto him. 

And even with your muscles burning, you know you’d stay in this position forever if it meant being fucked this good by the man you love. By the man who looks just as flushed and delirious as you feel as his eyes take you in. Devouring you in a whole other way entirely. 

Making you feel completely consumed by him.

[cranberrymoons]

help me

prompt: "Help me!" word count: 531 rated: e (18+) tags: bondage, blow jobs, begging, name calling (consensual lol)

Steve lets out a frustrated little puff of air, and Eddie can hear a whine building in the back of his throat as his cheeks bloom pink from exertion. He’s sweating, flushed and glassy-eyed, and he looks like he’s about to cry. 

The whole thing pushes a savage little curl of warmth through Eddie’s chest, something satisfying worming its way through his brain as he watches him struggle, and he grabs Steve by the chin, angling his face up.

“What do you say?” he asks in a low voice, bending close enough to Steve’s face that he can see the faint dusting of freckles that cover his nose and cheeks. “After I went to all this trouble?”

Steve lets out another sound, pathetic and small, and Eddie watches as he flexes against the restraints tying him to the bed. 

“Help me,” he says. His voice breaks, and his eyes fall shut. “Please.”

Eddie lets go and takes a step back, giving him a once-over. He does his best to keep his face impassive as he undoes his belt.

“Help you with what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who begged for this.”

“Please,” Steve says again. “Just –”

“Begged and begged,” Eddie says. He unbuttons his jeans far enough to get his cock out and takes a step toward Steve. “Do you know who begs their boyfriends to tie them up?”

Steve licks his lips, eyes focused on Eddie’s cock as he comes closer. Eddie grabs him by the chin again, forcing him to focus.

“I asked you a question.”

Steve blinks, slow and dazed, and shakes his head as much as he can with Eddie holding his face. 

“You don’t know?” Eddie asks. He squeezes Steve’s face harder, enough that his nails dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks. “I’ll tell you who. Sluts, Steve. Only sluts beg to be tied up like you did.”

Steve sucks in a sharp breath, mouth dropping open far enough that Eddie can’t resist pushing the head of his cock past the swollen pink line of his lips and into the heat of his mouth. He shifts his hand to the back of Steve’s head, fingers threading through his hair and tugging as he presses himself in further, watching the way Steve’s eyes stay trained on his face, watery and unblinking. 

He pushes in until he hits the back of Steve’s throat and holds himself there, just long enough to see his face twitch, then he pulls back with a hand still fisted in his hair. 

Steve comes away coughing, a string of drool connecting him back to Eddie.

“I’m going to ask you again,” Eddie says in a soft voice. “What do you say?”

Steve takes a shaky breath in, teeth dragging over his bottom lip. 

“Thank you,” he says, arms still flexing. “Thank you for tying me up.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “And?”

“And I’m a slut,” Steve says. “And – please?”

His eyes drop back down to Eddie’s cock, and Eddie tightens his grip, until he snaps back up to his face. Eddie smiles and nods as he tips him forward again, feeding himself back into Steve’s mouth.

“Good boy.”

[also on ao3]

[babyjakes]

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

requested by @brandycranby | ahhh bb eu 🥺 was just thinking of ari and his thick beard aaaa 💕✨️🩷🍒 for ur blurb night if u have room, soft!daddy!ari + crying?

warnings | ddlg. ari is soft and little dark, pushing baby way past her limits (dub/noncon). oral (f receiving). clit play, real puff puff behavior. overstimualtion. mocking/degredation, praise, dumbification. forced orgasms. squirting.

word count | 531

as punishing as the trash stache is, i’m of the controversial belief that ari is probably the oral king when it comes to facial hair. like there’s just so much of it, and he totally knows how to weaponize it against you and your poor little pussy.

maybe he’s got you spread out on the couch, arms resting over your knees and big hands holding your thighs right in place. you’re not going anywhere, no matter how much you beg and cry😌

he takes his time with you like always, teasing you with his lips and fingers, enjoying your soft moans and hums of initial approval. the first orgasm is of course a fine and grand ordeal, though it’s not the main event.

that would come after, as he’s overworking your poor, puffy folds. after cumming so hard, you’re a drippy, drooly mess, your little clit now fully exposed and engorged with blood. ari knows, he knows it’s so sensitive now. throbbing. hot. achy. needy, as your daddy puts it. which justifies what comes next: the torment of your overstimulated pussy, especially your precious little button that ari loves oh so much.

“c’mon baby, just look at it. so swollen n’ angry lookin’, needs daddy to take care of it.” using a hand to pull back the skin around it, bringing his tongue down to dip into your sore cunt as his nose and mustache scratch against the aching bead of nerves. dragging the wetness of your last orgasm up to roll over it, earning soft sobs from you as you cry into your hands.

“please daddy, t-too much, please don’t—”

he pulls back to look at you with false concern. “honey, daddy’s just taking care of you. know your little baby pussy gets so sensitive after you cum, doesn’t it?” he brings a single finger up to rub over your poor nub as he speaks, worsening your tears to his delight. “see? can feel it throbbing against me. think you need to cum again for me, sweetheart. your body’s begging for it”

you struggle against his hold but it’s no use 😖 he coos at your pathetic attempt, soothing, “shhh baby, don’t cry. daddy’ll be real gentle, promise” but he’s not fooling either of you, you both know he’s loving this. the tears, the resistance, the abuse of your poor cunt

his mouth returns to its spot between your trembling legs, his tongue licking a fat stripe up from your dripping hole to your clit as he circles in on it with skillful precision, eventually easing the bud back into his mouth as he presses two fingers against your opening

“that’s it, baby. i know, i know sweet girl,” his voice comes out so patronizing through his sucking and kissing. he doesn’t fail to notice the way your whole body’s tensing up in preparation for your next climax. “almost there, angel,” he breathes against your burning button, nursing lovingly on it as you tumble over the edge. he groans and moans against you as you cum, the vibrations of his deep voice sending pleasure and pain shooting up through you as you squirt into his awaiting mouth—

yuh huh!! yum!!😌🫶

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part four

a/n: I’ve got too far and I’d like to keep going TYSM. Your IG feed during your pregnancy and a post paired with the cutest fluffiest little blurb where carmy reacts to one of your posts.

blurb word count: 531

part three | masterlist | part five

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"I can't believe you have this," Carmy chuckles, shaking his head at something on his phone.

"Hm?" you hum in response, as you lay propped up against the pillows and the headboard behind you.

"This photo of me," he answers, showing his phone to you. You place the book you’re reading down on your lap, narrowing your eyes as you peer over at the bright phone screen.

It's the photo you'd posted earlier that day. He must've just checked his instagram account. You giggle as you realize what photo he's talking about, a broad smile stretching across your face as you turn to him. Pictured is a much younger Carmy, standing over a bar in an open kitchen, his hair much shorter than now — just like when you’d met him.

"What a throwback, huh?" you shoot back.

You shift in bed just a little -- certainly not enough to disturb a perfectly curled up Aioli whose asleep at the foot of your bed.

" I-, I cut my hair... right when I moved to New York," he recalls with a shake of his head as he runs a tattooed hand through his curls. "Thought I'd like... cut off my hair and like... be a new person or whatever. It was stupid."

"Stupid? No. But I'm so glad you only kept it up for a little bit. I prefer your long hair," you add cheekily.

"Where did you get this?" he asks, still in disbelief as he looks down at the photo on the his phone screen.

"Well, I don't know about you, Carmy, but I do have access to the internet," you tease him, in reference to the fact that the photo had been taken to accompany an Eater article announcing his new position as CDC.

He rolls his eyes playfully, "I just mean-. I didn't even think you liked me back then."

"I didn't," you shrug, easily.

He scoffs, shaking his head once again as he looks away from you. You're a piece of work -- one of the many things he loves about you. This time, as he turns his whole body towards you, he moves further down so that he can talk to you and the baby. As he sets his phone down somewhere on the bed, you decide to take a more genuine approach this time as you answer his question.

"When we started getting to know each other... during quarantine," you begin to share. "I don't know. It must've been after one of our FaceTimes or something... I went back to the article and saved the photo."

He blushes, the softest smile appearing on his face as his blue eyes pierce right through your heart.

"There was something about it... that I liked. And I found it the other day when I was cleaning out my camera roll. Guess I've had it ever since."

"You liked me then?" he asks softly, as he looks up at you.

You nod.

"At least, enough to save this photo of you," you tease with a raise of an eyebrow.

He chuckles, leaning down to place the gentlest kiss to your round, extended tummy.

"And what about now?" he asks, coyly.

"Well, I like you enough to let you knock me up," you banter with him with a giggle.

He smirks, reaching over to put a hand on your belly, "Enough to let me do it again?"

You laugh incredulously as you say, "Let's just get through this first one, Berzatto."

[unformula1]

in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: D-DAY!!

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synopsis: you talk to a bunch of people about your single-ness.

You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

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pairing: -

featured: alex albon (740 words), logan sargeant (531 words), oscar piastri (468 words) & lando norris (630 words)

word count: 2369 (wow that's long)

a/n: no relationships in here just buncha amazing friends!! also ft. my 4 fav drivers vroom vroom. if yall want a part 2 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

masterlist

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“Hi!” He says with a smile, even though you know it’s 8pm and he is on the verge of just falling on the ground and sleeping.

“Alex!” You cheer and invite him in, letting him sit on the couch.

He takes a seat and leans back, but keeping his posture well like a gentleman would. He’s such a gentleman. You sit down next to him throwing your feet onto the couch and crossing your legs, turning to face Alex while hugging a pillow.

“You know what day is coming up?” You ask him.

Alex thinks for a while, “Don’t… know.”

“Valentines Day.” You say.

“Oh! Yea.” He replies, “What about it? You got someone this year?”

“Haha.” You deadpan, “That’s the problem.”

“You… don’t have someone?” Alex connects the dots.

“Mhm, and I know you don’t relate but being this single is painfully tiring.” You tell him, letting out a loud groan as you say it.

“It is?” Alex asks.

“Yes. Very much so.” You tell him, putting on a sarcastic smile.

“Well I don’t think there’s much I can do to help-”

You interject, “I’m just gonna vent, so-” You do some weird motions with your hands, “If you wanna leave do it now.”

He purses his lips and nods, “Go ahead.”

“This is why I chose you!” You let out a thankful sounding sigh.

You take a deep breath, “Seeing couples out on the street being such adorable lovebirds and having the most perfect romance is going to send me jumping off a cliff one day; I am resisting the strong urge to throw rocks at them when I see them.”

“Wait- You’ve thought about throwing rocks at couples?” Alex asks, his face looking slightly shocked.

You nod in response.

“Couples like me and Lily?”

“Oh- No…no…” You shake your head and hold up your hands, “Not you two, you two are the exception.”

Alex chuckles and nods his head, “Okay.”

“Anyways! It’s starting to get to my head because what if I stay single for life and I’m stuck being this sad and lonely person who just takes care of cats all the time!”

“Sounds like a pretty good life.” Alex comments, shrugging as he does so.

“Okay- it kinda does but my point is I don’t want to be single for life!”

“You’re not going to be single for life.” Alex assures, patting your shoulder.

“How would you know?” You shove a finger into his chest.

He grabs ahold of your hand, patting it and reassuring you, “Because you’re an amazing person and there is 100% someone out there for you, you just haven’t found them yet.”

“Mhm and what if there isn’t anyone for me and I’m just destined to be single?” You question, throwing yourself into the backrest of the couch, hugging a pillow a bit too tightly.

“Highly doubt that.” Alex says.

You shove your head into a pillow and scream before looking back up.

“There’s definitely one person out there for you.” Alex says, patting your shoulder.

You pout, “Definitely?”

“Mhm.” 

“Doubt that!” You say kicking your feet out.

“I think you deserve someone so perfect and someone that is absolutely gorgeous. Trust me. You deserve the world from your perfect love. Just wait.”

A slight smile forms on your face.

“Thanks Alex.”

He pats your shoulder and pulls you in for a tight hug. You hug him back. 

“This usually ends up with me in tears but I guess not this time.” You say while hugging him.

“Oh really? Who have you been consulting?” He asks you.

“Logan.”

“I would think Logan would be pretty good at this?” Alex asks

“Yes. He is, the tears are happy.”

“So you’re calling me… bad at listening.” 

“No! Stop twisting my words, you’re good in your own way!”

He lets out a gasp and you playfully punch his shoulder.

Maybe you were destined to be single, you would never know. You probably might take a while to find someone but at least you had people to make it less tortuous.

You think Alex is pretty cute.

Not in an 'i love you' kind of way.

But in the way which would let you could cling onto him forever

In a way which would make you feel like you could sit by him forever and nothing would change about your friendship with him.

Like a stuffed animal kind of way.

In that kind of way.

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You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling. You laid out on the floor, like a starfish and stared into the white ceiling. Logan sat on the cushioned bench with his hands on his lap. He tapped his foot while you laid there, motionless.

“Are you alive?” Logan asked.

You replied with a noise you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“I’m so lonely, UGH.” You kicked up your feet and punched the ground.

“Don’t do that. You might hurt yourself.” Logan says, shifting himself to sit on the floor next to you.

You lazily roll over to get closer to where Logan was sitting. 

A smile forms on your face as you chuckle, “You’re too nice.”

He smiles too, and his smile is like a cat, “Thanks.”

You cover your face with your hands and let out a loud groan before rubbing the temples of your forehead.

“This is too much for me to handle. I’m running on hopes and prayers.” You complain again, slamming your fist into the floor and kicking your feet up and down like a child.

“I’m serious, stop doing that or I’ll tie your hands to your body.” Logan says, sounding dead serious.

You let out a laugh, “Too nice, as usual.”

“What would you suggest I do?... For this Valentine’s Day?” You ask him, turning your head finally to look at him.

“What would you usually do?” 

“Throw rocks at couples or cry in bed.” You deadpan.

Logan covers his mouth to hold back a laugh.

“Rude-” You feign offence as you sit up.

“Sorry. That’s just pretty funny.” 

“My suffering is funny.” You nonchalantly reply.

“No! 100% not!” Logan quickly responded.

“Okay! Then what should I do?” 

“Go out with friends?” Logan suggests.

“Friends?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yea, sometimes friends mean a lot too. They can be super helpful when it comes to managing your feelings, you know?” Logan does those weird hand motions with his hand as he speaks.

“Mhm.”

“Like for me, personally, I would rather have an amazing and sweet little friendship than a million romantic loves.” He shrugs.

You make an unintelligible noise; it sounds like a laugh but you would never laugh at Logan…ever.

“Seriously!” Logan says, a chuckle escaping, “Sometimes friends can be so great!”

“Friends like you.” You say, cheekily smiling.

“Awww, you’re too sweet.” Logan says, touching his heart.

“You’re really sweet. Like a little cat.” You smile and point to him.

“I would say Oscar’s more of a cat, but that’s cool.” Logan replies.

“Fair.”

Logan had a pretty great point, your friends meant a lot to you and they were one hell of a group of people to be around, you wouldn’t trade them for the world, like ever. 

Logan made your heart warm.

Not in the way which would make you fall in love with him.

In a way which would let you feel at home with him, wherever, whenever.

In a way which you knew he would always be there for you.

In that kind of way.

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You see Oscar sitting down on a chair, scrolling through his phone and tapping his feet, humming a simple melody. He looks like he’s in a peaceful state, which means you have to disrupt it, of course.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” You say, sliding into the chair opposite him.

“Do what?” Oscar raises an eyebrow, placing down his phone and looking at you.

“Get laid.” You were pretty straightforward.

“Woah.” Oscar said, raising his hands up, “Slow down there.”

“I’m being genuine. How does it even work?” Your hands support your chin as you lean closer to Oscar.

“Be nice?” Oscar says, “Don’t be a dick.”

“So… not my thing then?”

“Well you’ll find someone that suits you.” Oscar shrugs.

“You sure???” You lean closer into Oscar, who doesn’t bother shifting away from you. 

“Yes. Very sure.” He says, unfazed by your unpredictable next action as you scan his face, looking him up and down.

You fall back into your chair, “Right.”

“And if it all fails, you still have your friends.” He adds.

“Friends.” You chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Oscar says, faking an offended look.

“What friends?” You laugh harder at your own joke.

“Excuse me? What am I? A roach??” Oscar says, doing a fake eye roll while he’s at it.

“You’re more like a dad!” You compliment, or at least you think you compliment.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Oscar asks you.

“Yes. Did it sound rude?” 

“Kinda.”

“Well rest assured, it’s a compliment. I’m calling you wise.”

“And old.”

“Pick your poison.” You scoff, leaning back, almost falling off.

Your chair tilting back a bit too much causes your life to flash before your eyes as you let out a shriek, pulling the chair back. This sends Oscar into laughs and giggles. 

“What a douchebag. Laughing at me almost dying.” You give him a dissatisfied look.

“You’re like Lando. A small child.” Oscar remarks.

“I agree with both of your points.”

Before Oscar can say anything his phone rings and it’s Lily. He looks at the contact name then back up at you.

“You should pick that up, I’ll b on my way!” You point to his phone, which is still ringing and vibrating.

“I’ll see you around.” He says, picking up the phone.

You swiftly get up, wave goodbye to Oscar and run off.

Oscar’s pretty sweet. You like that. He’s someone you can always talk to and you love that.

He’s not sweet like a way which would make you want to be his Valentine’s.

But in the kind of way which you would probably be fine with him seeing you cry.

In the kind of way you wouldn’t hesitate calling him at 3am if he needed you, or if you needed him

In that kind of way.

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“LANDO!” You shout from the level above him.

He spins his head in different directions before finding you and giving you a big wave. He then gestures for you to come down and join him. 

“COMING!” You shout before sprinting for the stairs.

You run down the stairs and toward Lando. You pick up speed as you close in on Lando.

“Wait no I’m not read-” Lando tries to warn you but it’s too late.

You lunge yourself at him and crash into him, he fails to catch you and falls backward. You land on top of Lando, both of you laughing.

“Jeez. One way to say hi.” Lando smirks.

You get off Lando and help him up. He gets back on his two feet and does a weird back cracking thing.

“Old.” You say which gets you a gasp and a shocked look from Lando.

“Well now we’re not friends anymore.” He says and does a sassy little hair flip. 

“So be it!” You say back.

“Kiss me already.” He says, raising his eyebrow and scoffs.

“At least take me out to dinner first.” You reply, leaning on one leg and returning him the raised eyebrow.

“Can’t do that if you don’t confess first.” Lando says back.

“Touche.” You pout your lips and pat his shoulder.

“So, what brings you around?” Lando says, smouldering slightly before posing as if there’s a camera somewhere, “A perfect man like me?”

“Out of all the people I’ve approached, you’re the furthest from perfect.”

“Lies. Slander.” He shakes his head and punches your shoulder.

“Are you sad you don’t have a valentine this year?” You ask him.

“I have the car.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Does count.”

“Does not.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“I disagree.”

“Well I disagree with your disagreement.”

Lando lets out a hmph before crossing his arms and looking away from you.

“If you’re lonely you can just say so… I am too.” You tell him, giving him a little bit of sass.

“I have plenty of choices.”

“Like?”

“Don’t question me.”

You chuckle and pull Lando in for a hug. You don’t know why, it just came over you in the moment and it felt necessary. Lando mattered a lot to you.

“Okay. So if you’re lonely, I have evidence now.” Lando insults but he still hugs you back, and even tighter than your hug. 

You almost struggle to breathe at one point before he releases your hug.

You dramatically pant and take deep breaths, to which Lando gives you a glare.

“Even if your love language is physical touch, that was both too physical and too touchy.” You say in between over dramatised breaths.

“Can’t help it. You’re too huggable.” Lando shrugs and looks at with innocent eyes, like a child.

“Right… Go unleash your hugging energy on Oscar or something.” 

“You dislike my hugs?” Lando’s jaw drops.

“No- Did not say that.” You cross your arms.

“YES YOU DID!” Lando says, giving you that look as if he’s about to break out in tears.

“DID NOT.” You argue back.

“Prove it!” He says, crossing his arms and pouting at you.

“Or what?” You taunt.

“I’ll cry.” Lando says, looking at you like a child who just got told ‘no’ to ice cream.

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“Won’t.”

He looks at you with those large doe eyes. 

He’s not actually going to cry right?

Right?

“Asshole.” You say before hugging him. 

He smiles and lets out a little cheer before hugging you back and squeezing you tighter.

You love Lando.

Not in a romantic way.

In a way where you would probably jump in front of a bullet for him.

In a way where you wouldn’t be afraid to hug him in public

In that kind of way.

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Kinktober '22 Day 9: Smart Hulk

Prompt: Shapeshifting/Monster Fucking

Word Count: 531

Synopsis: Bruce's partner begged him to fuck them in his Hulk form. They learn that they should be careful what they wish for.

Consists of: Dom!SmartHulk, AFABSub!Reader, Size kink, Monster fucking essentially (Smart Hulk to Regular Hulk), Brief pain from the dick being too big, Finger sucking, Brief gagging, Reader gets fucked dumb

I had seriously overestimated my endurance, and the size of my pussy, that was grossly clear to me now. Here I lay, legs spread as wide as possible on the bed, Bruce's big, green cock squeezing inside of me. I had been begging Bruce for days to fuck me in his Hulk form, craving the feeling of a huge dick stretching me out, the sight of his huge, viridescent body hovering above me. To be honest it hurt like hell, but at the same time, it felt too good to want him to stop.

My pussy clenches around him without my control, as if it had a mind of it's own, as if it was trying to push him out. The intelligent monster lets out a big, boisterous moan at the sensation, but notices the twisted expression on my face, "I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle it sweetie. Now look at you, I'm only a quarter into your cunt and you're already spasming around me," Bruce's large verdant hand strokes my face in a way I'm sure is meant to be soft, but the weight of his hand as well as his cock just feels so heavy.

"I c-can handle it. It feels good," and it really does, the stretch is absloutly delicious, and when I look beyond the pain, the feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting my cervix is toe curling.

The way that Bruce is rocking into me, gigantic body making me hit the headboard with every thrust. He stares at me intensely with his glass covered eyes, his lips twisting into a smile.

"W-want your fingers" I whimper to Bruce, he stabilizes his enormous figure before he allows one of his massive digits to slip between my lips. I immediately gag as he hits the back of my throat, slob already drooling around my mouth.

"FUCK!" Bruce roars out, a voice not entirely his own booming around the room. He begins to piston his hips into me now, his whole cock still not fitting inside me, the bulge popping out of my stomach showing he's as far in as he can go. My whole body shakes as he loses control, thrusting into me relentlessly. The sounds that come out of his mouth are loud and angry, I can see the shift in his eyes, I'm not being fucked by Bruce anymore.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I scream after The Hulk pulls his fingers out of my mouth, takes off Bruce's glasses and smashes them, throwing them across the room. It feels like his cock has gotten even bigger and my body is beginning to feel numb. I'm so close, and at this point my mind is completely checked out.

"Cumming...cumming...cum-" and suddenly, I'm seeing white, my pussy convulsing around the colossal, inhumane, phallus inside of me.

The Hulk lets out another thunderous sound, and abruptly, I feel even more full than I did before. Huge ropes of hot semen painting my insides, "B-Bruce..." I call out.

"No. No Bruce," The Hulk responds to me.

I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off, hoping that Bruce will return by the time I wake up.

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Prompt from: @waterkelpies

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All I Need | Renjun Imagine #6

Title: All I Need

Genre: Fluff, kinda angsty

Warnings: mentions of mental health, vague mentions of anxiety, a little suggestive, making out

Word Count: 531

Author's Note: This was a request from an anon, and technically my request box is closed. However, I thought the idea they gave was cute and thought it wouldn't hurt to write a little something for Renjun. I feel like I don't write enough stories where the reader is comforting the member, rather than vice versa. And I know Renjun won't see this (thank God), but I truly believe he deserves the world and I sincerely hope he's getting the rest he needs for his physical and mental health. I hope those who are also struggling are taking care of themselves too. Thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I have quite a few things I'm working on writing-wise so please look forward to my future works!

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

When you noticed Renjun’s declining mental health and encouraged him to take a break, you didn’t think he’d actually listen to your advice. You were aware of the concerns and disheartenment that came after the company’s announcement about him not participating in upcoming activities. Despite your boyfriend’s evident disappointment over not performing with his members, you were grateful for his decision to prioritize his well-being.

Shortly after the announcement was made, you headed over to his dorm in hopes of lifting his spirits. When a physically and emotionally exhausted Renjun opened the door to you holding a Moomin plushie and a grocery bag of ingredients for hot pot, he never felt more loved. Not a second was wasted before he was pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for being here with me,” he murmured, prompting a small smile to grace your lips.

Returning his hug, you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

For the first time in a while, the two of you enjoyed a quiet evening where you ate good food and caught up on your lives. After dinner, Renjun pulled you into his room for some much-needed cuddles. Nestled in his bed, you let him be the small spoon as he shared what had been troubling him lately.

“I wish I could take all your pain away,” you said quietly, subconsciously tracing the contours of his face.

The boy’s eyes glimmered with appreciation, and he relaxed under your touch. “Even if you could, I wouldn’t let you.”

Your lips parted to rebut his words but were stopped by a warm pair of lips pressing against yours. With widened eyes, you saw Renjun’s endearing expression after he pulled away. 

“You’re all I need,” he whispered, before leaning in once more.

Admittedly, you thought the second kiss would be the last for the night. But Renjun didn’t stop this time, catching you a little off guard. Even though after a year of dating, intimacy had not been extensively explored in your relationship. Mainly because the both of you had boundaries and wanted to respect them, but this…this kiss seemed to stretch on and on, and you didn’t hate it.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as his fingers traced feather-light patterns along your jawline. With gentle pressure, he tilted your chin upward for a better angle to deepen the kiss. Eventually, you stopped letting your thoughts distract you and gradually allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer as you kissed back in hopes of conveying all the comfort you wanted to give him. 

It was enticing, losing yourself in this shared intimacy. Then when you finally parted for air, you noticed the glisten of tears in Renjun’s eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, “so very much.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes get glossy as well. “I love you too, Jun.”

He embraced you once more, holding you closer than ever. It was at this moment when you silently promised to stay by Renjun’s side forever. 

If you were all he needed, then you were willing to give everything.

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

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